The Amoral Island (Open to any number of M or F)

[lucy]

When i come round the mansion in the morning, the odd leave still stuck in my hair, i see the girl. Young, about my age. But even shorter. And it seems as if my small tits are out of fashion on this island, all other women wear them extra large.
I walk down the road towards her and offer my hand.
"Luisa, nice to meet you. If you are one of the 'eirs you 'ave just come in time. May i 'elp with your backpack?"

[collared_kitten75]

I awaken only seconds later to Sillitta nudging me in the ribs with a bare toe. "Wake up slave boy," she chides me as I sit up, "we've got work to do."

"Work, what?" I ask, confused.

"There's a new visitor to the island. We have to go help her get her luggage up?"

"Another heir?"

"An heir, period. You're out of the running chump."

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'm a slave now. Well, do you at least have some sort of uniform I can put on."

"You're wearing it," Sillitta answers with an evil grin.

The Italian slave girl and I start out down the road toward the dock. About halfway down the road, I can see the newcomer in the distance. Curse my luck it looks like she is talking to Luisa. 'This is going to be so humiliating,' I think as Sillitta and I approach the two women.

[lucy]

She introduces herself as Melissa but she doesn't want me to help her with the backpack. Ok, suits me. We chat a little about places we've been, such things.
Then i see Sillitta and Jason coming down the road. And Jason is.... naked? Hmm. Strange. Anyway, he isn't completely naked, the collar is still around his neck.
I look at Melissa. When she sees the two are stark naked, her eyes widen and she gives me an incredulous look.
I just shrug and say "That's 'ow the servants dress 'ere. Or rather, the slaves."
Her expression turns from incredulous to horrified. Oh my, the poor gal. She definitely isn't prepared for this island.
"Jason, tesoro, please help the lady with her backpack. And hello Sillitta, did you sleep well?"

[his_girl_l]

I've only been walking about five minutes when i see someone coming towards me. A girl, about my size. As she comes closer i see that she is blonde and pretty, near to me in age and that while her body might be the same height as mine, the resemblance ends there. Hers seems toned and hardened to perfection and there is determination in her every step. Next to her i seem all curves and my slow amble up the hill couldn't be more different from her determined trot towards me.

She introduces herself as Luisa and offers to help with my backpack. I decline the offer, somewhat defensively. Just because i don't have her air of certainty, doesn't mean i can't look after myself, and i have managed to lug it thousands of miles already.

I almost instantly regret my slight rudeness. She is incredibly friendly, and we fall into the usual back packer talk of travel and parties.

i tell her that i don't have much faith in my claim to this inheritance, but the cash was a great way to kick off a trip to europe. She gives me the strangest look, a whole series of emotions passing through her blue eyes. Suspicion, surprise, pity? Then they become guarded and slightly cold again.

Two more people appear, coming down the hill. From this distance they seem to be coming down for a swim - they can't be wearing much more than swimsuits. But then i think of the cold and the way the wind is trying to penetrate my coat. It may have been late spring when i left australia, but you would have to be mad to want to go swimming here.

As they come closer i can see that they are naked. What have i stumbled across here, a nudist colony? Maybe that was why the mainlanders were suspicious of my wanting to come here.

I look over at Luisa, eyes wide. She shrugs casually, and in that european accent that I can't quite pin, tells me that that is how the servants dress here. Like it's the most normal thing in the world. Then she adds the stinger "Or rather, the slaves".

"Slaves? What are you talking about? Do you mean they treat them like slaves or....." My babbling surprise is cut off as we meet them. One man, one woman, both stark naked except for a metal collar around their necks.

Luisa starts talking in a tone of authority, telling the man to help with my backpack, speaking to the lady civilly but with an air of superiority.

The lady answers her politely and deferentially. The man, however, reaches out and grabs her arm. "You owe me some answers Luisa", he snarls

[collared_kitten75]

When I see Luisa, memories of the previous night come rushing to the front of my brain. The bitch had been a good fuck, yeah, but then she started talking about me becoming her slave. Maybe my mistake was listening, maybe it was somking her pot. I don't know. I don't care.

"Come on Luisa, you owe me some answers. Where the fuck did you get this collar that you slapped on me? More importantly, what made you think you could slap it on me in the first place? And where are my clothes?"

The wily girl doesn't answer me at all, at least not until she twists free from my grasp, and deftly pins my offending arm beghind my back. As she applies still more pressure, intense pain shoots from my wrist to my shoulder. "'Ere, 'ere now Jason," she purrs, "can we talk calmly about this or must I break your arm?"

"We, we can talk calmly Lusia, I promise. Don't break my arm," I whimper. "I'll carry her pack," I add, sniffling, as I look at the feet of the new arrival.

[Chuckdom19]

The sun is streaming into my eyes, as I awake, quite rested. Rushing through my morning rituals, I am soon dressed and "equipped".

The cook had given me a hot croissant dripping with fresh butter and sweet herbs. I was just finishing it when I noticed another newcomer breasting the hill behind the Manor.

She was accompanied by two slaves and a dressed woman, must be Luisa. I rushed out, and caught the new woman, Melissa. I shook her hand warmly, and put my arm around her. She never noticed the bit of catalyst soaking into her neck and hand where I touched her. Odorless, painless, and tasteless, it was half of my plan.

I was ready to do some exploring, so I set off to walk along the shoreline. I approached the limit of what I had seen so far, passing the pier. A gleam in the sun caught my eye on the jetty, and I bent over to pick up a coin that had fallen. Nearby, in between the planks, another gleam... and there was one of the keys! I wasn't sure whose it might have been, but it was MINE now.

Glancing around, there was nothing more other than a noisy boat sailing away to the eastern horizon. I resumed my hike, watching for signs of anything. I put on my infra red goggles again, looking for more tunnel openings.

I wander around the ouside of the island, sticking to the near-edge of the cliff surrounding the small living space. The long walk gave me an idea of the lay of the land, and lots of hidey-holes. I stashed a few things in out-of-the-way places, erasing my tracks with tree branches with leaves. Just in case I was on the run, I'd still have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Halfway around, I was surprised to find a cave with tracks around it... of a big, big cat. Lynx? Wildcat? Whatever, I was surprised. Would this island never stop surprising me?

[collared_kitten75]

(OOC Chuckdom, i love how you totally ignore me in that post. i'm just one of "two slaves" now.)

[his_girl_l]

The naked man grabs Luisa and they start yelling at each other. I turn awkwardly to the naked woman. Sillitta, Luisa had called her. This is all getting too wierd for me. "Why does she call you slaves?", i ask. She gives me a calm, kind smile, the sort you would give to a child who asks why the grass is green. "Because we are", she replies gently.

I'm about to ask more when the tallest woman i've ever seen descends the hill. She may look like an amazon, but she gushes at me like a wealthy socialite, all effusive hellos and hugs. She introduces herself as Margay and as suddenly as she appeared she is gone, striding towards the jetty.

We continue up the hill, Sillitta and i walking in front, the man (nobody has bothered to tell me his name and i don't like to interrupt his argument with Luisa to ask it) carrying my bag and continuing to converse with Luisa behind us. Their talk seems to have calmed down now.

I keep trying to ask Sillitta questions, but i am getting nowhere. I ask her why she and the man are naked. "Because we are slaves", she answers.
"But what does that mean?", i ask,
"That we serve", she replies
"So you're servants?"
"No, we're slaves".

I turn around to ask Luisa what she means. Luisa seems to be the only sane person on the whole damn island.

"What does all this talk about slavery mean? And where are the lawyers to take our depositions and deal with this whole inheritance claim?"

She gives me that same strange cryptic glance, passing through the emotions and ending once again on pity before answering me in her strangely unplaceable accent

[collared_kitten75]

I clam up on the way up the hill, speaking only to Luisa or anyone else when I am specifically asked a question. The rocky path hurts my bare feet. The breeze, comfortable when dressed even in light clothes, chills me now that I am a naked slave. I take comfort in watching Sillitta's bare ass in front of me. It looks so hot, so tight, and I think I take a little bit of pleasure in knowing that I am not the only one in the group getting goosebumps from the chill wind.

[Razor7826]

I returned to the underhalls the next morning to find a gaping hole where the heavy door used to be. It was blown to pieces; Marigay must have been packing explosives with her, giving great insight into how prepared she continually was. To be honest, it kind of scares me. I mean, who brings explosives around with them wherever they go?

By the time I returned to my room and took my daily stroll throughout the island, another guest had arrived. Another small woman, being escorted up towards the manor by Luisa, Sillitta, and... Jason? The little punk had already been enslaved?

What a moron. Hopefully the new girl matches his intellect.

I exit out to greet them, making sure to check out the new girl thoroughly before leading them back into the manor. Only a few more hours until the feast begins.

[Chuckdom19]

(OOC- collared_kitten75: Masters do not bother to look slaves in the face! They are interchangable anyway, in their outlook; they would not pay any attention to who it is; collar and naked = slave.)

[Chuckdom19]

I check the sun... it's getting on past lunchtime, best start heading for the Manor House. I come upon a knoll, and make my way through the high grass towards the top, to search for landmarks. The House is not far ahead, so I am on track to get there in time to freshen up for the formal dinner tonight.

I glance around with the goggles... no tunnel exits but there is a cave! A quick check and I'm inside the rock; apparently it runs back about 100 meters and dead-ends there. The floor is hard-tamped; it has seen its share of traffic over the years, animal and human. There were some small piles of things here and there; bone piles, mostly, but also a fair-sized cairn of small rocks. I don't have time to investigate it today, but mark it down on my map for further searching. Back into the sun, and a chill wind blows off the sea, blasting me to the bone, it seems.

Moving quickly is the order of the day now; I have to rush through the undergrowth and rough forest to get back on time. Moving into the kitchen, I see two slaves, a collared man and sexy little dark-haired girl working on kitchen chores. I do a double-take at the man; it's JASON! One competitor gone already? SOMEbody was working fast.

"Jason! You are a slave now? Who collared you?"

He gives me a withering glance before responding.

[lucy]

Michael is the last to come and greet Melissa. He leads her back to the manor.
He stares wide-eyed at Jason. Heck, Michael, some of us are actually doing something, not just run around aimlessly in some tunnels, I want to tell him. But then again, why should I tell him anything. Jason's out of the game already, and although I'm not exactly proud of my deed every heir less is a step closer to victory.
On the way up he kept throwing accusations at me. I remained completely calm, to my own surprise. "Jason, you knew what was at stake. You knew the rules. You fucked up, now you are enslaved. That's it. And you won't go back to Kentucky. Ever. But, you know, when I become the new Mistress of this island, you will likely get to fuck my pussy quite often. If I'm 'aving a very good day it might even be my asshole. What do you think would 'appen to you if Marigay or Michael are your Master? Do you think you'll enjoy that? So, think about it."
It seemed as if he finally realized his fate. At least he was silent for the rest of the way, hopefully thinking about my words.
"Sillitta, please bring us some breakfast, I could do with a strong coffee and some croissants."
I follow her to the kitchen and use the time until she has the coffee ready to have a talk with her. She's a bright girl, luckily. And she knows Michael all too well. So I don't have too much troubles to convince her of my plan.
We return to the dining room. Only Melissa is present, Jason must have left to haul her luggage to her room.
I sit down beside Melissa and while we eat the croissants and drink the coffee I tell her about the island.
She's shocked. And then she silently starts to sob. I put my arm around her, consoling her. And admire her boobs, of course. Once in a while images of Melissa, Sillitta and Jason, all totally naked and pleasing me, flash through my head. There's definitely worse scenarios I could think of.

[collared_kitten75]

On returning to the mansion, I get my first real taste of life as a slave. It is definitely not all fucking and frolicking. If Luisa wins, it sounds as if there might be some of that for me at least, but for now there is work.

Luisa and Melissa settle into comfortable chairs in the dining room, dispatching Sillitta to prepare a light breakfast for the two of them. I notice that Luisa is keeping a pretty tight watch on Sillitta; she probably plans to use her against Michael in some fashion. I personally just hope that I get another shot at a threesome with the two of them. I wonder if sex will be any different as a slave. I guess time will tell.

I stash Melissa's backpack in an empty guest room, and start to return to the kitchen when a though crosses my mind. Luisa, Mistress Luisa, might want to know what the girl has brought with her. I turn back and risk a quick look through the bag. Clothes, personal effects and hygeine products, just what you would expect from a vacationer. Good lord, this girl is more poorly prepared than I was. No sign of a key either. She probably has it on her. Still, I suspect she's in trouble. I pack Melissa's belongings neatly back into her pack and return downstairs.

With a glance, Luisa, Mistress Luisa, redirects me to the kitchen where Sillitta enlists my aid in serving breakfast. "Jason, grab that tray," she points to a tray bearing coffee cups and a pitcher, "and follow me. Also, Jason, you need to start learning Italian, French too." I just nod and follow the small, dark girl out to the dining room. She places croissants in front of Luisa and Melissa, then sets a server's stand in front of me. I place the tray on the server's stand, set coffee cups in front of teh two women, and fill them, Luisa's first, then Melissa's. I am acutely aware of my nakedness, especially my cock which is almost perfectly at eye level of the two seated women. Neither says anything about it though, and I remain quiet as well.

Luisa motions Sillitta and I back to the kitchen. There's little to be done so far as I know, so I mostly stand there dumbly. Sillitta busies herself with little tasks that keep teh kitchen clean. She is just handing me a full trash bag, presumably for me to take out, when Marigay bursts in through the kitchen entrance. "Jason! You are a slave now? Who collared you?" she asks bluntly.

I look at Marigay, confused for a few seconds before I answer. "Uh, ah, Luisa, Mistress Luisa," I say, the word mistress very foreuign to my tongue, Mistress Luisa collared me."

I look down at the floor, at my bare feet, my naked body, my cock exposed for everyone to see. "Can I get you soem breakfast Mistress Marigay?" I finally ask.

[lucy]

Marigay comes into the dining room, acknowledging our presence with a nod and followed by Jason who is carrying a tray. She sits down at the far end of the table. Once Melissa stops sobbing, I tell Jason to show her to her room. As soon as they leave I get up and walk over to Marigay.
"Bon appetit! Do you mind me sitting down for a minute, cousin?"
"Have a seat, Luisa."
"Ok, I make it short. I want to win this game. Very much so. And so do you. And I guess you want just as much to be Michael's slave as I do. So 'ow about we make some kinda truce, do Michael in and then it's for the better of us two win the game?"
"Aren't you forgetting someone?"
"You mean Melissa? Aww, poor girl. She doesn't 'ave the slightest idea what she's gotten 'erself into. No, to be 'onest, I think she isn't much of a competitor. Well, think about my idea. Till later. Ciao for now."

[collared_kitten75]

After making sure that Marigay is seated and has both food and drink before her, I am dismissed by Luisa to show Melissa to her room. It strikes me as funny that Melissa was also essentially dismissed by Luisa as well, so that she could talk privately with Marigay.

As Melissa and I make our way up the steps, me a half-step behind, but still directing her, I decide to chat the girl up. "So, um, Melissa is it? Or should I address you as Mistress? What do you suppose those two are talking about?"

Eventually, we make our way to the room where I had earlier stored her pack. I open the door to allow Melissa to enter. "So, ah, will you be needing anything else at the moment?"

I am surprised, and a little saddened, by how quickly I have slipped into the role of a slave.

[Chuckdom19]

Fully aware that dinner is only a few hours away, I allow Jason to carry a small plate with a few bites into the Dining Room for me, as well as a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice which I watched him make. He also brought a sealed bottle of water... but it had a tiny hole near the screw-cap, so I left it untouched.

A short chat with Luisa after Melissa and Jason leave the room leads to an offer of partnership for the purpose of defeating Michael. I give a non-committal answer, as I wish to wait until the actual starting of the contest at dinner today. The fight will be terrific, challenging, and strategic; while a temporary partnership may be fun, I'm looking at the final victory. Seeing my four adversaries bent before me, especially the uppity Michael... well the imagination boggles at the thought. Picturing Jason buggering Michael or Luisa munching Melissa's rug made my crotch wet and deepened my breathing.

I finished with my snack, then headed upstairs, passing Jason. I heard Melissa crying, and stopped by her slightly-ajar door.

"Melissa? Do you need a friend, dear girl?" I turn on my 'Zealander' accent, which should be a touch from home for the girl. Indeed, she rises from her chair and runs to me. I take her in and hug her closely.

I sit down on the couch, pulling her along with me. She lays her head on my shoulder.

"Dear girl; I'm from your part of the world, and wish you no harm. If I may suggest, just relax and clean up from your long trip today. At the banquet this evening, there will be much information to be shared, and may just be a way out of trouble for you! One never knows, right?"

She turns her tearful face up towards me for the first time. I wait for the sobs to stop, listening if she has anything to say for herself.

[lucy]

When Marigay leaves i head for the kitchen. Jason and Sillitta aren't alone anymore. Several other servants are by now busy with preparations for the big dinner.
"Sillitta, vieni con me per un attimo, per favore." She smiles when I address her in her mother tongue and follows me. Jason just stares at me, with a mixture of hostility, defeat and lust. "Want to come too or are you too busy chopping onions?"
One of the doors to a guestroom is open. I glance inside and when I see Marigay consoling Melissa I cannot help but think of a Boa coiling itself around a rabbit. Poor girl, I'm really sorry for her.
In my room I give Sillitta the powder and explain to her in Italian how to use itl while i start to undress. It's a rather strong barbiturate. Jason stands there, leering at us. "Would you mind 'elping me to scrub my back in the shower?"

[collared_kitten75]

'This slave stuff is starting to get old,' I think as I stand there in the kitchen, naked, chopping onions. Sillitta too is busy with a similar chore. At least I get to watch her work naked as well. She's cute, and I periodically catch her stealing a glance at me and grinning. Still, the whole situation was more to my liking when I was wearing clothes.

I'm surprised, pleasantly so, to see Luisa return to the kitchens. I must admit though that my heart dropped a little when she ignored me to speak to Sillitta in Italian, at least I assume it's Italian. My spirits, and my cock, rise when Luisa invites me along on whatever bit of mischief the two are planning.

Back in Luisa's room, I see Luisa sharing a bit of some powder with my fellow slave. It kind of looks like cocaine, but they don't snort it. I can only imagine that it will be used in the coming competition. I'm temporarily wracked by shame. 'Man, I didn't even make it to the start of the competition. I wonder if I'll get to eat any of the feast at least?'

I snap out of my thoughts when Luisa asks me to wash her back. "Gladly Mistress," I answer as I follow her to the bathroom.

[collared_kitten75]

Luisa dispenses me to the bathroom a few moments before she is actually ready for the shower. I set the water to running, giving it time to reach an adequately warm temperature. I carefully set aside towels for both of us and a washcloth for her. I check to make sure that there is shampoo, conditioner, and body wash present.

Luisa joins me moments later, and I usher her into the shower, following closely behind her. Luisa's body never fails to impress me, and I relsih the opportunity to touch her. As warm water rushes down her body, I begin to soap her back. Before long, my hands slip around, so that I am also soaping her tight abdoment and firm breasts.

With a mond of its own, my cock rises to the occassion, brushing against her buttocks. 'Would it be appropriate for a slave to take his mistress from behind, anally?' I wonder.

[lucy]

"That is not one of your 'ands on my ass, Jason. And it is not scrubbing me either." He mumbles an apology and steps back. "I didn't say I don't like it. Baise-moi!“
„Huh? What?“
„You really should learn french, Jason. 'Baise-moi' is very basic french. It means 'fuck me'.“ I wonder if he dares to use my ass. He does.
Then I enjoy him shaving me from navel to toes. That's something I could easily get used to, to have a guy serve me whenever I feel like it.
„Luisa, may I ask something?“
„Yup.“
„Why did you, umm, well... why did you let me use you anally? I mean, that's a bit unusual, a Mistress letting a slave use her this way.“
„Is it? I just happen to like it is all.“
When he's done shaving me it's still some time until the dinner.
„I 'ope they can fix dinner without your 'elp in the kitchen, Jason. Coz now it's my turn. Lie down on the bed, sweet'eart.“

[Chuckdom19]

Melissa offers little in response; I reassure her that I will help if she needs it and return to my room. Seems like wasted time; the girl is weak and will likely be a slave soon enough anyway.

After changing into more comfortable clothing, I wander down the back stairs to Slave Quarters... looking for a special person. Calling the male slaves out, I look for what I need. Those under 18 are dismissed; I have no need for children or the inexperienced. I further sort by those born here, the latest of many generations; these are the ones I wish. Finally, picking a strong one, I require him to follow. Searching through the women slaves takes less time; this is just for a playmate. A sweet, slight blonde caught my eye, and also accompanied me to my quarters.

I instructed the girl. "Ellen, please draw me a hot bath. The top drawer left of my trunk will have small blue packets of salts to add for fragrance and stimulation." As she busied herself, I had the male, "Derek", talk to me about the island and the castle. We chatted for a while about the tunnels while I withdrew a few items from my stash. Derek and Ellen both got touched with the catalyst, then got a whiff of yet another concoction. They would be in a wonderfully responsive state now, and open to permanent suggestion. I took care of it quickly; both would now be what amounted to my 'minions', working exclusively for me unless otherwise released.

The truly decadent bathing facilities allowed both to join me in the tub, and I then discussed their personal lives; neither was committed to a partner which would simplify matters for all. At least, for the while... until I had the choices of slaves. I thought Luisa might be a delightful ladies' maid. And Michael? Well perhaps a few weeks hanging by his thumbs. I giggled at the thought, very much un-Marigay of me.

Derek turned out to be quite "well-hung"; his pleasuring of me was delightful! Ellen turned out to enjoy only women, which just left more of Derek for me. We were playing for a while when someone came to the door; Ellen jumped out and dried herself as she answered. It was Melissa, looking for some answers. I invited her into my tub, to relax and get in some recreation.

[collared_kitten75]

I grin slyly at Luisa, not entirely certain what she means when whe says it's "my turn." I mean most things with that girl are fun, and there's no way she'll use me anally or shave me. I mean, I'm a man, and she's a woman.

When I don't follow her toward the bed right away, Luisa starts to fondle my cock and balls. I just stand there enjoying it, until my pleasure is interrupted by a sharp tug on my cock.

"Slave. Bed. Now," Luisa barks. Still not sure what to expect, but hoping for crazy wild sex, I follow my mistress to the bed and lay there on my back.

"Alright Luisa, let's do it."

[lucy]

Is it actually possible for a girl to rape a guy? I'm wondering while I look at Jason lying on the bed. Not with him, anyway, he doesn't exactly look as if he doesn't enjoy the moment.
A thought crosses my mind. I get out some rope from my backpack, grab one of Jasons wrists and tie it to the bed. The little resistance he musters is quickly subdued when I grab his balls and tug on them.
"Easy, Jason. It won't hurt. Just relax." It might hurt your pride, though, is what I'm thinking.
When he's properly tied up, spreadeagled, I head for the bathroom again to fetch the razor and the shaving foam.
"I 'ave always found it to be unfair that guys expect us girls to shave, but never think of doing it themselves."
He's rolling his eyes, raising his head to stare at his private parts, already nicely foamed.
"Too bad I 'ave only one of those super secure Gilette-thingies. Would be more of a thrill if it were just a blade, now wouldn't it? Especially since I 'ave never used one of those before, let alone on a guy." I grin at him and laugh out loud when I see that the mere thought of me going down on him with a blade drains the blood from his cock.
I must say, a guy is more difficult to shave than a girl, but he's smooth and hairless soon enough.
"Looks much better. What do you think? Methinks your cock likes it too."
And then it's crazy wild sex until it's time to get dressed for dinner. And the thought that this might be the last time in my life I am having crazy wild sex on my own free will never enters my mind.

[collared_kitten75]

'This girl is totally kinky,' I think as I allow Luisa to tether me by wrist and ankle to her large bed, 'she's just going to mount me and do all the work.'

My thoughts of joy turn to concern when Luisa disappears into the bathroom. Soon enough, she returns, and with shaving cream and a razor. My cock wilts. 'She's totally going to shave me.'

I struggle to raise my head to get a look at what is going on as she lathers me with shaving cream. I struggle a little at first, but as I am securely bound, I quickly realize that undue struggling will only result in razor nicks.

When Luisa is finished, I feel somehow emasculated. I've been balded, not just in the pubic region, but also my buttocks and legs, my chest and stomah, even my arms. I feel even more naked than before, like a naked little boy.

My cock however disagrees, again swelling with pride. The sex is wonderful, but is it worth teh shame of being put on display at dinner?

[lucy]

OOC: of course it is worth it.

That Jason is definitely the right guy to have sex with. And him having lost his "I'm an American therefore I can do as I bloody well want to" attitude makes him a guy I could even imagine to have a relationship in normal circumstances. Not that I know a lot about relationships in normal circumstances, let alone love.
After hesitating for a moment he even does a good job licking me. When I'm satisfied for the time being I light a cigarette for him. "It's a normal ciggie, no worries." He inhales deeply.
"You know what I would really like very much?"
"No, Mistress."
"I would like to be able to lick myself, hihihi." I hold the cigarette to his lips. " But I would also like to leave this island, settle down somewhere. Maybe even 'ave kids. No more running anymore."
"And why do you have to run?"
"Long story. Let's just say I took the law in my own hands. I would say it was self defence, but it looks like I'm the only one seeing it this way."
I take a drag on the ciggie myself "'ey, let's see if that little best friend of yours is up to some more fun."
A few kisses and licks later it's evident that it indeed is. I untie Jason for the sake of variety. Later we take another shower, I don my usual jeans and t-shirt and we both head down to the kitchen.
"Caro, you really look gorgeous, shaved as you are. If it weren't for the dinner I'd 'ave you tied to my bed for the rest of the night."
In the kitchen Sillitta and the other servants look at him too, Sillitta is even licking her lips. They all smile and grin at him, making comments in Italian and French. He blushes, his face turning a nice crimson red.

I take Sillitta aside and we discuss in which dish she should sprinkle the barbiturate. I decide for the soupe, since it is a bisque d'homard and I guess most people apart from me like that. I'm not surprised to see her stealthily reach between her legs to produce the little bag with the powder.
I divert the attention of all the others while she throws the drug into the soupe, then I leave for the dining room.
Since there's nobody there yet I go back to the kitchen to talk to the servants. They seem to be a nice lot.

[collared_kitten75]

I follow Luisa back down to the kitchen. She sure is spending a lot of time there. Of course, if she doesn't win this competition, she and I will probably end up spending still more time there. I have a lot riding on her victory I suppose.

While Luisa chats with Sillitta, I stand around the kitchen, not sure of what chore I shoudl be working at, but very aware of my nudity and hairlessness. Finally, another slave, a thin young man, directs me to a pile of potatos that seemingly need to be peeled. I set to work, struggling to overhear the conversation between Luisa and Sillitta- something about a powder. I wonder why Luisa trusts Sillitta over me with such a task. Oh well, back to peeling potatos.

After a while, Luisa leaves the kitchen, and without so much as a "goodbye." As soon as Luisa leaves, Sillitta walks over to me. Have I said before how much I lover her small dark body and her short, black hair. As she starts to talk, I take note that below the neck, she is as bald as I am, but I take little comfort in it. "Congratulations Jason," she says in her accented, but otherwise fluent English, "it seems that Mistress Luisa has requested that you be her server tonight. If you will come with me, I'll help you with your uniform. I need to be getting mine on as well."

'A uniform," I think, 'so I may not be condemned to a life of nudity after all.' I follow Luisa down a series of steps to the slaves quartes. I take note of a variety of small beds and chests lining the walls. "I hope Luisa never loses interest in me," I say aloud testing one of the flimsy matresses, "the guest beds are quite a lot nicer than these."

While I test the miserable slave beds, Sillitta rummages around in a small chest. Finally she makes her way over to me holding an odd looking collection of leather straps and metal rings. As I am trying to make sense of the contraption, she surprises me by locking a steel ring around the base of my scrotum. "What the fuck?!" I cry out, but she continues to work. In a matter of seconds, leather straps are passed between my legs and around my waist, locking me into sort of pelvic harness. Finally, another series of leather straps are locked around my cock.

I can't deny being aroused by the way the slave girl has handled me and even by the feel of the harness. At the same time, the confining harness prevents me from being able to attain a full erection. "Don't worry Jason, your mistress has a key," Sillitta purrs as she gives my cock a playful tap, "of course the other masters and mistresses do too. Now have a seat and wait for me." Within minutes, Sillitta too is adorned in a similar, though larger, body harness, one that draws particular attention to her pussy and small perky titties.

"Nice look," I offer as she motions for me to follow her back to the kitchen. Much to my chagrin, Luisa is there awaiting my arrival. She immediately struts over and examines my incarcerated cock. I, in turn, take note of a new key hanging around her neck. Luisa starts to gently caress my cock, and it bulges against its restraints. When it seems I am about to burst, Luisa grabs my cock in one hand and clips a series of small metallic items to the D-ring at the tip of my cock harness. I notice right away from the jingling that one is a pair of small siver bells, the other a tag, much like a pet would wear. I can only imagine what it says.

[lucy]

I step back and take a closer look at Jasons crotch. "Hmmm. Not good. Sillitta, vieni qui per favore." She wears a similar harness. "Do you have to wear that crap?"
"Yes, Luisa. It's always been like that."
"Uh huh. I see. Well, I 'ave never cared too much about traditions. I prefer cocks and pussies to be free. What do you think, Jason? Nevermind, I 'ave decided already." With the key Sillitta gave me earlier I unlock the harness on Jasons cock. "If you serve me I want that thing off. It's nicer the natural way."
"Speaking of serving, where are the others? I'm starving. If they don't arrive soon I'll eat all that stuff myself. Maledetta merda! Jason, bring me a slice of bread."
I let myself fall onto a sofa in the corner and start to clean my fingernails with my knife. When Jason returns, I have him sit at my feet and massage them.
Finally Marigay and Melissa arrive. They both carry that dreamy look of having had a lot of sex.
"Heyho. Did you enjoy each other? Now if Michael would care to 'aul 'is ass down here we could start with the dinner."

[collared_kitten75]

All too happy at the liberation of my cock from its cruel restraints, I hustle to do Luisa's bidding. I quickly wash my hands, divide a roll of bread in half, and further slice the half of the roll intended for my mistress. 'What a good slave I have become,' I think ruefully as I add several pats of butter to the service platter.

I deliver the bread as well as a pitcher of water with ice and lemon to where my mistress si sitting in the kitchen. Content with the service, she directs me to her feet. I carefully remove her socks and hiking shoes to reveal a pair of pretty, yet strong looking feet. I sit on the floor and begin to massage them.

The right foot receives my attention first. I massage the ball of the foot, then the arch, and finally the heel, before turning my attention to the toes. When the right foot is adequately cared for, I turn my attention to the left. It is about then that Marigay and Melissa show up. It's still a little humiliating to be caught in such positions, but I am quickly growing used to it. Besides, more than one of these potential heirs will soon be joining me on the ground at their master's feet.

[lucy]

OOC: wassup? why is nobody posting anymore?