To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 6
Sylvia took the dress from her and walked into another room. There, she
put the dress in a box that said "Cynthia's" on it. Rhianna was holding
back a little, not quite sure what she should be doing. Sylvia noticed
this.
"Come on, dear, I won't bite," she said, "not too hard, in any case."
She smiled, and Rhianna became just a little more worried. Still, she
stepped up to the other woman.
"You really are delicious, little one," Sylvia told her. Rhianna was
actually an inch or two taller than the other woman, even though Sylvia
was wearing heels. "If it weren't for Matthew's possessiveness, I'd
have you between my legs right now. Alas, the customer is always
right." She turned and went into a part of the store that the shoes
were on display in. Rhianna followed her. She was a little concerned
about being naked in the store, but apparently this store catered to
masters and slaves, so Rhianna figured that she wasn't going to
surprise any customers. In fact, there didn't seem to be anyone else in
the store right now. At least there weren't any windows to the street.
Sylvia picked out a few pairs of shoes for Rhianna to try on. There
were no chairs, so Rhianna had to put on the shoes standing up. The
first pair were black, and had 4 inch heels. Rhianna didn't think they
went with the silver dress.
"Those will replace those awful ones you came in with, my dear."
"Yes, ma'am," Rhianna answered, thinking she should probably speak
every once in a while.
"You may call me Mistress Sylvia, dear," Sylvia told her.
"Yes, Mistress Sylvia," Rhianna replied. This brought a wide smile to
Sylvia's lips.
"I'm simply going to have to ask Matthew to borrow you a while," she
said softly. Rhianna hoped that Matthew would remain steadfast in his
"possessiveness". It suddenly hit her that this assignment would likely
be over before that became a problem. I'm not his slave, she reminded
herself, I'm just pretending to be.
"Let me see you walk around in them," Sylvia bade her. Rhianna strode
around the room a while, having some dificulty.
"You're not used to heels, are you dear?"
"No, Mistress Sylvia." Over the next fifteen minutes, Sylvia gave her
pointers in walking in the shoes. Rhianna noticed that walking in the
shoes seemed to add a natural sway to her ass. Is that what men like?
she wondered.
Sylvia chose a pair to match the dress, then put them in their own
boxes. Then Rhianna followed her to yet another room. It looked like a
normal beauty shop, with a few modifications. Sylvia took her to a
chair in front of a sink.
"Sit here a while, I'll get someone to do your hair." After she sat
down, Sylvia hooked a short chain from the arm of the chair to her
bracelet, then walked off. Rhianna examined the chain and discovered it
was locked to the ring in her bracelet. She wasn't going anywhere for a
while.
Less than a minute after she was left there, a young woman came in. She
was dressed in an apron that covered her front and her rear end, but it
was clear she wasn't wearing anything else underneath. She had leather
cuffs on wrists and ankles, and a collar locked around her neck.
"I'll be doing your hair, miss," the woman told Rhianna politely.
Having her hair washed, her scalp massaged felt wonderful, and Rhianna
didn't want it to end. After she was done, the woman released Rhianna's
wrist and took her to a salon chair. The woman didn't cut much from
Rhianna's hair, it was fairly short still, from having been shaved off
on Atamo's boat. She had noted that her hair had grown longer than
Tonya's had.
Rhianna found that really liked the style when the woman finished. The
other woman hadn't said more than necessary during the cut, and Rhianna
didn't push it. She supposed that the stylist was a worker like those
in the Kennel, or maybe even one of Sylvia's slaves (or Cynthia's,
whoever she was).
The woman indicated for Rhianna to spread her legs, and proceeded to
trim her pubic hair. When she was done, it was in the shape of a small
triangle pointing down to her vagina. Rhianna wondered if it would itch
later. Then the woman began to apply wax around her more tender parts,
and Rhianna wanted desperately to close her legs. The wax was warm, and
she had never had this done before. She wasn't sure she could trust
this woman. The woman, for her part, was being very careful not to hurt
Rhianna at all. If Rhianna were to get hurt in any way, the woman would
be punished.
Rhianna was surprised that the waxing didn't hurt very much. A slight
stinging when the wax was pulled off, but otherwise it was fine. After
she was done with that, the woman put lotion on Rhianna's legs and
shaved them smooth. She did the same for Rhianna's armpits. Rhianna
wasn't used to getting so much attention to her appearance, but she
found that she liked it.
The young woman left Rhianna chained to the salon chair, and went to
get Sylvia.
After ten minutes or so, Sylvia came and freed Rhianna from the chair.
"You look delicious, child," she told Rhianna.
"Thank you, Mistress Sylvia," Rhianna responded politely. "Mistress,
may I ask you something?"
"But of course, girl, what is it?"
"How well do you know Math-, I mean my master? I've only been with him
a few days."
"Yes, I know. Well, he's a gentle man, in general. He is a bit
demanding when he plays, but never cruel. He likes to show his slaves
off, at least at parties, thus the full treatment you've received.
During the rest of the time, he's fairly private. I don't really know
much beyond what I've observed during our social occasions."
"Thank you, Mistress Sylvia," Rhianna said. It actually put her mind a
bit more at ease. At least it was unlikely she'd be whipped while with
Anderson.
"Well, seeing as Matthew is not back yet, and we need to find something
for you to do, don't we?" Rhianna was sure she didn't like the
implication of that. She followed Sylvia into the mirrored room, and
Sylvia directed her to stand on the platform there. "Now, what can we
do? Oh, I know. Why don't you masturbate for me, dear?" She had made
the request as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask.
"Mistress Sylvia, I, I don't think I can, I-"
"Nonsense, dear, I'm sure you're quite capable. And what did Matthew
say before he left? 'You do what she says, all right?' I believe were
his words." Sylvia took a seat and looked expectantly at Rhianna.
Rhianna slowly moved her hand down to her freshly trimmed pubic hair.
She was not lubricated at all, so she licked her finger to make it
easier to rub herself. Throughout it all, she had a slightly pained
expression on her face. She wanted to be anywhere but there right then.
"Dear child, do please try to smile. You act as if you've never had an
audience before."
"Mistress, I haven't," Rhianna answered.
A curious look came over Sylvia's face, and she studied the nude woman
in front of her for a while. "You should think of this as practice for
tonight, then. Do you realize what might occur at the party?" Rhianna
shook her head no.
"Well, then, try to think of Matthew, then. His strong arms around you,
his hard penis thrusting inside you, his mouth upon your breast."
Despite herself, Rhianna found the picture the other woman was painting
erotic, and she closed her eyes to picture it better. It was strange
but it was turning her on. Matthew hadn't made love to her yet, and she
wondered what he would be like. The penis she'd had in her mouth,
thrusting deep inside her vagina. She began to rub a little faster, and
her other hand rose of it's own accord to her breast, playing over her
nipples. She almost forgot she was standing in a room full of mirrors
in front of another woman. Almost.
After a few minutes, Rhianna began to moan lightly. "That's it my dear.
Fuck yourself." Rhianna opened her eyes in surprise, to find Sylvia
standing only a foot or so away. She was surprised to hear the other
woman curse. She did not stop what she was doing, however.
Some small part of her thought about the absurdity of the situation,
standing there, trying hard to bring herself to orgasm, another woman
watching her so closely. That small part was overwhelmed by the
approaching waves of pleasure. Her moans got a little louder.
Right before the orgasm hit, her eyes were closed, and she was thinking
of Anderson, inside her. "Oh god, Matthew," she said breathlessly as
she came, falling to her knees. After it was over, she found herself
very surprised that she had been able to do it, and how strong the
feelings were. She shook her head slightly.
"That was wonderful, dear, absolutely wonderful," Sylvia told her.
"Yes it was," a male voice came from the doorway.
Rhianna's eyes flew wide, her finger still inside her. She felt her a
hot flush cover her body from head to toe. Anderson walked over to her.
"Here, pet, stand up, and go get dressed, okay?"
She nodded dumbly. "Yes, sir," she whispered to him. She managed to
walk to the changing room without stumbling.
"Curious girl, Matthew, but superb," she heard Sylvia say. She did not
hear Anderson's reply.
***
Wearing her blouse and skirt, her new black shoes, and carrying her
outfit for the party in its boxes, Rhianna left Cynthia's with
Anderson, going to lunch. They picked a small French restaurant a few
blocks away. Anderson ordered for both of them, in French, so Rhianna
didn't know what she was going to have until it came. It turned out to
be a light salad and cold, but tasty soup. She was very hungry.
"Sylvia overstepped her bounds with that stunt," Anderson told her.
"Still, I'm very proud of you, pet," he said, smiling at her. His smile
was infectious, and she smiled back.
"Thank you, sir," she said, almost meaning it. Somewhere, in the back
of her mind, a small voice was saying "weapons smuggler", and she was
wishing that voice would shut up and let her enjoy lunch.
"Sylvia found you kind of curious," he told her. "She told me you
didn't seem familiar with the lifestyle, but that you tried very hard."
Rhianna thought about what her response should be. Stick to her story
first, then be as truthful as possible. "I guess I'm not that familiar
with the 'lifestyle', sir. My first master was only into whipping, and
my second was not really heavily into anything, himself. I needed
something more. He didn't know very much, except he knew about the
Kennel. I decided that it might be the thing to try."
"So tell me, what was your first bondage experience?"
"My first boyfriend, sir. He was a nice boy, and once he tried tying my
hands together with his shirt. My orgasm was so loud, we almost got
caught by his parents." Okay, so no truth so far, but Anderson seemed
to be buying it. Not a bad story in any case. "We broke up for other
reasons, and I couldn't find a boyfriend to, well, dominate me until my
first master. Then, he went too far, and I literally had to run away
from him. My second master promised he wouldn't mistreat me. I think he
wanted me to fall in love with him, but I really don't think he was my
type."
"What about me?" he asked.
"Sir?"
"Am I your type?"
Rhianna paused. In truth, he was. If he was not a criminal, Rhianna
would have loved being with him, maybe even playing some 'games' like
they were doing, although not all the time like he expected. Maybe that
meant he wasn't her type. "I don't know, sir. I do like you."
He nodded, and she hoped the truth was the right answer. "I like you,
too, pet." He took a sip from his drink. "We'll see how it goes, all
right?"
Rhianna nodded.
"We'll head back to the apartment after lunch and take it easy before
the party. You might want to take a nap, parties tend to be very
energetic."
"What is going to happen there, sir?" she asked.
"Oh, you'll see. I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself." His mouth formed a
mischievous grin, and he did not elaborate.
She decided to change the subject. "Sir, I was curious about your work.
It sounds very interesting."
"It was at first, but now, it's kind of a job like anything else. I
thought I was getting into an interesting line of work. I've always
liked art, I have a Master's degree. And this was a way I could make a
lot of money. I get requests from rich people to find certain types of
artwork, and import it if necessary. Before I imported art, I worked
selling cars, if you can believe it." Rhianna could, she'd seen his
profile. "Then I found out about importing expensive sports cars and
the like, and I managed to do that for a while, made a lot of money.
Then I found out I could make even more money importing art, and I
didn't have to get the art modified to fit California's Clean Air laws.
"I had a secretary working for me once, but she became bored, not
having much to do. I found that for the most part, I could handle my
end of the business by myself. I've even had a few commissions from
Museums. It's been fun for the most part, except for the paperwork. But
you get that down to a routine, and it's pretty straightforward.
Mostly, this job is about having contacts in other countries."
"Do you speak other languages, besides French?" Rhianna asked.
"A little of a few. I don't need much, most of the time. Anyway, that's
what I do."
"It sounds interesting to me, sir," she said. "Do you get to fly off to
other countries?"
"Well, I used to. Now, mostly, I have contacts in other places, and
they set stuff up for me. I suppose it sounds like a glamorous-type
job, but it's more or less routine for me now." Rhianna noticed that he
had a slight pained expression when talking about his contacts in other
countries. She wondered if he had problems with them.
"I'm sorry it's not as fun as it used to be, sir."
"Well, that's what I have you for, now isn't it?" Rhianna blushed
slightly from that statement, not sure why.
They finished lunch, and took a taxi back to his apartment.
***
Rhianna was hobbled with short chains between her ankles and her
wrists. Anderson suggested she take a nap.
"I think I will in a while, sir. I was just wondering, did you want me
to try and automate your billing a little more? It's something I'm
pretty good at, and it might help you out." She had made her way over
to his desk and flipped through the folder he'd left out the previous
day.
"You know, that might not be such a bad idea after all. My tax lawyer
is always after me to keep better records. Not my strong suit, I'm
afraid. If you think you can, when you have a spare moment, go ahead."
Rhianna nodded. She was trying to glance through the folder without
appearing like she was looking for clues. It appeared to be a jumble of
papers, invoices, shipping receipts, schedules. She'd need more time to
look through it, but it didn't seem like much right then. She decided
she'd have to try and look through it more the next day. Right now, she
supposed she would take the nap. She was a little tired, and Anderson
said they might be up late. She shuffled into the bedroom and laid down
on the bed.
Anderson resisted the urge to follow her to bed and ravage her. He
wanted to save it for this evening at the party. It was almost perfect,
having a new slave for the party. Despite his other worries, she was
going to be perfect.
End Chapter 6
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
