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.