THE DIAMONDS ARE SOLD

(A sequel to “The Diamond Sisters’’ published previously)

By Lewis Chappelle

Dr. Sturges and his full time, kinky, submissive mistress, Sue Hurt, had conspired to develop a scheme to make millions of dollars almost 20 years earlier. The good doctor had adopted twin girls, who as it turned out were stunningly beautiful as they matured to their late teen years. The eldest girl, born on April 30, he named April, the next, born on May 1, he named May. Their natural mother died in childbirth.

Over the course of their young lives, the girls had learned to be obedient and compliant to the house rules, the instructions of their paid tutors, and the demands of their father, the Doctor, and his cohort, in the scheme, the delightful Ms. Hurt. Sturges and Hurt were convinced that through the same combination of pressure and heat that was used to make man-made diamonds that they could develop perfectly submissive sex slaves of the twins.

The twins were well educated. They were superb physical examples of feminine form and were versed in erotic literature, especially that which dealt with the kinky side of sexuality and female submissiveness. They were accustomed to punishment and discipline as well as the pleasures of powerful orgasms.

They had been taught to understand, and eagerly consented, in fact embraced, the notion that they were being trained for a life of sexual servitude and would eventually be sold to continue their lives of submission at the hands of others. Before the sale, Dr. Sturges would have their last name changed, legally, to Diamond. His belief was that the name change would be a good merchandising gambit.

It was now about time for the doctor to bring the next element of his scheme to fruition-- he was actually going to sell the girls at auction to the individual he felt was best suited to appreciate the gifts and talents of the girls as well as the one who would provide Sue and him the most inspired financial offer for the girls.

Selling the girls to someone who lived permanently outside the US was thought to be too risky considering the difficulties of immigration and marketing. In fact, publicity regarding the sale, even in the US, would have to be done very carefully. There were laws against human trafficking and the authorities were on the watch.

During out-of- state trips for professional seminars and the like, Sturges meet up with the kinky underground contacts he had developed while in medical school particularly in New York. They knew him and he knew them. And they knew he was serious; he had pictures and his asking price started at two million dollars. Bidders were assured that the twins were going to be sold as a set, were well trained, and were eager to serve.

A deposit of one million dollars was required for a person to be placed in the running to bid on the girls. The deposit money was to assure that only the most serious players would be involved. It would be held in a special bank account for safe keeping by a third party and returned with interest if the bidder was not the winner. Also, he engaged the services of a very private investigator to check the background and financial standing of those he felt might meet his criteria as a potential buyer.

Sturges also hired a security detail to check out the Presidential Suite at one of the most expensive hotels in St. Louis and to stand guard in the event that things got out of hand on the day of the auction. He would accept no surrogates to the auction; the person who was bidding was to attend alone and in person. The gentleman, as well as the women, present were expected to arrive in formal wear.

Prior to the auction itself, each bidder was required to submit a proposal stating their willingness to start the bidding at two million dollars, their philosophy of sexual domination, their experience as a dom or domme, how they planned to treat the girls, and how the girls would fit into their current life style.

Eight highly qualified bidders were eventually invited to the auction. Six proposals were submitted by men and two by women. “Should be interesting,” he thought.

The auction was to start at 9 p.m. on a quiet fall evening. A low stage was readied in the suite so that the bidders could see the girls up close and personal. Each bidder was given 15 minutes for their own private inspection of the girls. The actual bidding was to start at 11:00. Bidders were expected to bring an plentiful number of separate cashiers checks, each for five hundred thousand dollars, to expedite the transaction. Bidding would be raised in five hundred thousand dollar increments only. Essentially, cash on the barrel head prior to delivery.

Sturges himself would award the winning bid not only based on the amount of money offered but also on his subjective view of the quality of material the bidder provided in the written proposal. The winner would be able to take the girls away not later than midnight.

Both the doctor and Hurt knew that when the new master took over, and was ready to take the girls away, that the parting would be difficult for themselves and the girls. They all spent many hours, over several months, talking openly about how their separation would effect each one of them. They knew there would be a certain amount of separation anxiety and feelings of loss, but they steeled themselves with the idea that essentially the girls, like most girls just getting married, were actually just leaving home and going off on a new stage of their life.

Sturges was impressed with bidder number six right from the start. A male dominant with years of previous experience. It was his intention to never use a whip on the girls; severe punishment and discipline yes, but not with a whip. He molded his previous slaves to his will by other means. He said he used the REIT method to enforce his rules and rituals; specifically he used restraint, electricity, isolation, and temperature control.

He said he had a high sex drive and thought he was certain to find unique sexual service and pleasure from the two young, beautiful, and well-built sisters. He wanted to be the only one in his circle of dominants who could put twins on display at their parties. And, he revealed that he got his kicks from enforcing submissive embarrassment which he said was to him always a heady and exhilarating experience.

All bidders met his general criteria for ownership and was so verified by the security firm. All showed up at the time stipulated and waited in a private room away from all the others until it was their turn to inspect and interrogate the well turned out and quite naked girls. Champaign and light fare was provided in each room.

The literature provided to the bidders stipulated that the twins had been subjected to thorough conditioning as submissive women. They were 19, ready to turn 20 years of age, had strong libidos, were easily aroused sexually. They were in excellent health and were uncommonly fit. Both were within a half inch of 5’7” tall, weighed about 120 pounds, and measured 34C, 25, 35.

While on stage with the twins, Sturges watched each bidder carefully; no penetration, no degradation, and no stimulation was permitted. Caresses and nipple tugs perhaps, but no funny stuff until the merchandise was paid for.

At 11 pm the open bidding started with all invited participants in attendance. The girls had been taken from the room. Sturges could hear hushed comments from among the bidders themselves regarding “how delicious” the girls looked and that “they would make an excellent addition to any slave stable.” He just smiled.

The opening bid, as agreed, was two million dollars. Then it was raised to three million by bidder number one, a woman. The bidding moved fast and reached six million in minutes. But only a few bidders were taking part in the rising stakes. Bidder number one raised the stakes to ten million in just one raise. That seemed to get the attention of the others and bidding was raised by each prospective owner until the bid was eighteen million dollars. Then things got quiet again.

Bidder number six shut the whole auction down with a preemptive bid of twenty five million dollars. It wasn’t even 11:15 and the auction was all but over. Sturges, took his time and made a grand gesture of looking over the proposals once more,. Then he closed the bidding with the standard call. He said, “This bid is going to bidder number six for twenty five million dollars. Going once! Going twice! Going three times! Sold! The twins go to bidder number six“.

The appropriate number of cashier checks were delivered to Dr. Sturges.

Sue had taken the twins to an adjoining room and gave them floor length white dresses with a slit up the middle from the floor to their navel. She also gave them thigh high white hose and four inch ankle-strap heels so they would be properly attired when they were introduced to the winning bidder.

As Sue brought the twins into the bidding room, both Dr. Sturges and bidder number six stood. Sturges, said, “Girls, this is the winner of our auction tonight. He had pledged to me that he will love you and keep you from physical harm. As we had previously agreed, you are now expected to pledge your obedience and service to him. I don’t know his name so, for the moment you may refer to him as “Sir.”

The twins dropped to their knees and bowed before him touching the floor with their heads. They both pledged loyalty and total submission to him as their new Master. The deal was done!

Bidder number one walked tall and proud with one exquisitely beautiful girl on each arm as they swayed erotically across the marble foyer of the hotel. All heads turned toward the twins as they were led away graciously to an awaiting limousine which would take them to their first stop on the road to their new life.

As soon as they were seated, the new owner began to speak to the twins in a soft, yet authoritative voice. His manner made the girls cunt juices begin to flow. Their long center slit skirts fell away from their legs to either side exposing their shaved cunts. The twins were not inclined to modesty at that point as they knew that their new master had already seen them fully naked and no doubt expected them to remain open to him.

He began, “It doesn’t matter now what my name is. Refer to me as Master for the time being. You are my property. I paid handsomely for you both; you will obey me at all times. Your main job is to satisfy my sexual needs and look high-class doing it.

“I have a few rules for you in your new life. Whatever rules you may have learned before make no difference to me. I won’t give you all my rules now but this much you need to remember right away.

“Number one; always treat me with the deference I deserve as your master. Number two, don’t speak unless I give you permission. If you need to speak, raise your hand, like you did in grade school and get my permission to talk. Number three, do everything I tell you to do and do it quickly. Number four, don’t do anything without my expressed permission and certainly do not allow yourself to come to orgasm unless I let you. Number five, use your smarts. I expect a lot out of you; don’t disappoint me. For example, if I tell you to get dressed and play tennis, I expect you to wear tennis shoes and socks, a white tennis skirt, a bra and a collared, white top. I don’t want you to get hurt or have your tits flopping around and getting droopy when you work out because you don’t take precautions. And, unless I tell you differently, don’t wear panties when you exercise, just lubricate your ass and cunt adequately so you don’t chaff.

“As for daily rituals, I expect you to be out of bed at 5:30 in the morning and begin your physical fitness program which should last for at least one hour. Continue your current approach until your new trainer gets up to speed. Before you shower, I want you to flog each other all over so that you feel the glow of the flogging. Then take the flogger and flog yourself. Keep a daily log of your thoughts and activities so I can know your most intimate thoughts. Let me know in person when you have broken a rule or a daily ritual. You both are on the honor system here.

“I will never use a whip on you, but I may let others hurt you with a whip; I won‘t let anyone break your soft and fantastic looking skin. My forms of punishment will be restraint or bondage, electric shock, isolation, and temperature variations, almost all of which will be unpleasant and which is as I want it to be. I’m sure it all is likely to be entirely new to you. Don’t violate the honor code, break the rules, cheat on the daily rituals, or you will certainly regret it.

“I know you were brought up, somewhat sheltered, in a rural and unsophisticated section of the country . And while you were out in the company of others you were taught to conform to the norms of a gentile society. But, I will expose you to a new life and to conduct which you may find is awkward and unpleasant. For sure, you will be exposed to real life in kinky America.

The limo arrived at the airport and was escorted to a private jet-way. The girls overheard conversation to the effect that their next stop would be LAX. Their new master seemed pleased that his slaves were getting quite a bit of attention from the airport staff and his private crew, but he told the girls to cover up and remain as dignified as possible during the flight. All they had for entertainment during the non-stop flight was their own private conversation which centered around what their new master may have meant by electric punishment?

They had heard of devises known as the Electric Paddle, the Violet Wand, and Tens Units, but they didn’t have any practical knowledge of any of them. They recalled hearing that these devises stimulated nerves in the body and could be applied by one means or another to create various sensations; from tingles, to flutters, to throbs, to spasms which could be down right painful.

And, someone had told them that the tens units could be set at different levels of discharge, from gentle to extreme, to create sensations ranging from something akin to an erotic sensation to definite pain. This same slave had mentioned that her master usually zapped her just to see her jump and yell. He seemed to get a kick from seeing her reaction when he directed the electric discharge at, or into, what she described as her “moist orifices” because moisture seemed to act as a conductor of electricity.

None of this sounded especially promising to the twins. And, they confessed, again in a whisper, that just speaking of moist orifices, they both had begun to experience extraordinarily wetness between their legs. In fact, the wetness was of sufficient quantity that, since they weren’t wearing panties, they had already begun to leave a wet spot on their seats which they did not want their new master to see.

When the private jet landed, the plane was met, again, by a very impressive limo. The driver of the car was a woman wearing a cap and stiff chauffeurs uniform which showed a lot of leg. She referred to their new master as “Master Christopher,” which didn’t suggest that “Christopher” was his first or last name…they were still in the dark regarding his identity and that was unsettling. For sure, they knew “Master Christopher” was wealthy.

“Christopher” ordered the twins into the back of the limo and told the driver to take them all to his seaside mansion. Once there, they were met outside by, what appeared to be several of the household staff; all young woman. Each curtsied in turn as the twins were introduced to them. Finally, the twins were turned over to Marcy for a tour of the mansion and for an indoctrination.

Marcy was quite the flamboyant show woman. Early in her indoctrination remarks, she said that everyone at the mansion called the owner “Master Christopher” but that his business name was Christopher Clinton Charles, III. He had been raised on the property by several stern nannies and in his adult life he did not suffer fools gladly. Marcy showed them the spacious third floor room they would share and assured them that whatever possessions they had brought with them would be brought to the room in short order. That said, she noted that she would be seeing to it that all of their closets and drawers would be filled with clothing appropriate for their stay at the mansion which she said was named by Christopher Clinton Charles, II as the “Sea View.”

Sea View was old and massive and the twins soon could not distinguish one room from another. But, once they reached the lower level, their minds sharpened as they took in the dungeon like appearance of a vast, cold, room with an array punishment equipment, gear, and paraphernalia. A naked young woman was bound tightly to a sturdy square metal frame at one end of the room.

“This is Eva,” Marcy said. “Her master and Master Christopher are friends. Eva is here for training and for our pleasure. She has disappointed her master many times. By the time she leaves here she will have been conditioned not to ever disappoint him again. Isn’t that right Eva?“

Poor Eva looked a sight and smelled worse. She looked at Marcy and said, “Yes, Ma,am, I will definitely remember the lessons I’ve learned here and I don’t want to be sent back. I will be the best slave Master Jim will ever have.”

“We really are trying to achieve three things with Eva,” Marcy continued. “First and foremost, she will be conditioned to respond immediately to any order her master gives her. Second, we are conditioning her to accept higher and higher levels of e-stim, and third, we are working to get her to achieve violent orgasms on command during her e-stim sessions. We aren’t there quite yet, but we are making a lot of progress, aren’t we Slave Eva?”

“Yes, Ma,am, I know I’ll be a great slave for Master Jim when I’m let go. I’ve been able to endure the third level of the tens units already, and I’m able to climax on command during my sessions down here at least half the time.”

Marcy reached between Eva’s legs and pushed her middle finger into her cunt. It was very wet. “Do you like your training here, Eva?” she asked.

“Ma,am, I ache all over and I can’t say I am cut out for this type of treatment but it is, in it’s own way, exhilarating and erotic to say the least. In the final analysis, I’ll gain a lot from my time here and I guess you could say I do like it.”

“Stick your tits out for me Eva, I want to play with your nipples. Don‘t pull away from me and don‘t make a sound. Hold your position and show me how proud you are of your young tits, Marcy said.

Eva was not able to move very far, but she took a deep breath and stuck out her tits as far as she could. Marcy pinched each nipple hard. Eva grimaced but didn’t say anything. Marcy put a blindfold on Eva and motioned for each twin to also squeeze Eva’s nipples. They were as hard and as long as any nipples the girls had ever felt. Marcy turned her back to get something that looked like a pale purple light bulb. She held the instrument just over one of Eva’s distended nipples and pressed a switch on the plastic handle holding the bulb. A spark snapped toward Eva’s nipple. She bit her lip. Marcy did it again to the other nipple, and Eva threw her head back in reaction to the shock. Marcy hit both nipples several more times and Eva was beginning to shake in her bonds.

“Ok, we’re done here for now girls. There will be more fun and games with Eva later. By the way, we have Slave Wendy in isolation over there behind that door and I‘ll introduce you to her and tell you her story some other time. And to the side of the isolation room is a “chill pool room.” But enough of all that for now.” Marcy led the twins up the staircase and left Eva still bound and wearing the blindfold.

“Essentially what we are doing with Eva and Wendy is terrorizing and coercing them to the point where she will do almost anything to keep us or her master from hurting them further. They will say anything we train them to say. We are breaking their spirit so they conform to their masters idea of an ideal sex slave. They know they need to conform no matter what we do to them because they realize that what ever pain and humiliation we inflict on them now could be worse if we think it needs to be.

“In addition to the physical stuff, we take our slave trainees out in public and humiliate them. Soon we will expect each one to humiliate herself in public as we watch. That should be fun. These girls come here for training and what we do to them is unusual for us because most girls who have a submissive nature don’t need to be dealt with that harshly… like you girls! Watch what we do with our trainees because you’ll be expected to join in on the training yourselves as time goes on.”

Marcy went on to explain that all of the twelve members of the mansion staff, were all attractive young women. They were all selected by a single modeling agency. But for the work they had at the mansion they would most likely be unemployed given the over supply of eager, wanna-be, starlets in and around Orange County, California. None of these women was expected to provide sexual favors either on or off duty. They were given specific duties around the grounds and facilities at Sea View. They were expected to stay on the grounds for the six months they were employed there. Marcy was their supervisor.

“We eat dinner each night at 7:30 here in the main dining room. For the most part, it will be just you two, Master Christopher, and me,” Marcy said. “You should know, that Master Christopher is a very stern man but he can be a lot of fun too. And some of his friends are quite peculiar. You’ll see.

“Master told me you are his personal property and that you cost him a veritable fortune. Because you’re so attractive and cost him so much money he as found other homes for his other slaves. You two will be the only ones providing him with sexual pleasure and erotic excitement. Heterosexual play is not my thing, just so you know. Now, you must be tired after such a long trip. Get some rest. I’ll hang your dinner duds outside your room. Run along now and get some rest. Master will want to use both of you tonight in his room; no doubt in every way he can. Be ready and don’t disappoint him.”

“Man this place is something,” said April as they walked back to their room. “I don’t want to piss off anyone around here. I had enough of the whip but this stuff is serious.”

“Don’t forget, Master Christopher has friends and they have slave parties. You don’t think we’re going to get away from his tortures just because we behave do you,” May reminded her. “Well, we have till dinner time to get some rest. Let’s lubricate ourselves right now just so we are prepared for the Big Man.”

“This lubricant they left for us is different than what we usually use. The label says it is made especially for use with electric stimulation and doesn’t contain any conductor type materials. Now I know what she meant when she said e-stim. It’s just a short hand. Well, I guess we’ll get used to that too.”

When they arose, they found bundles of sexy gear, make up, and clothing outside their room. They did their hair and inserted the dildos provided. The dresses were very short basic black with a low neck line. The thigh high hosiery was very expensive as were the high heel shoes. No underwear had been provided. As usual they looked good enough to eat.

Dinner was served by several of the hired help. These young women wore outfits that didn’t leave much to the imagination either. Marcy had good taste in clothing for the staff too. As might be expected, the meal was fine and the table was set to perfection. Master Christopher knew what he liked and he got it.

“Let me explain what I want from you girls tonight,” Christopher said to the twins. He was speaking openly and directly to them and didn’t care who heard him. “After my stomach settles, I’ll call for you to come to my room. Knock on the door and wait for permission to enter. This will be your maiden trip to my room and it will be the first time I will get sexual services from you. Come in when I tell you to. Only wear the hose and heels you have on right now. Plus wear nipple clips with bells attached. I’m sure you will find them in your room by now.

“I will require that you be properly lubricated. April, I want you to stand to the left of the big window with your back against the wall and your hands over your head. May, I want you on the right of the window looking like your sister. You will ring your tit chimes until I say stop. At that time, I’ll take the bells off and attach wires to your nipples. And, I’ll insert a vibrating electric stimulator in your ass. I’ll keep the voltage low since this will be your first experience with e-stim.

“I will next instruct you both to spread your legs wide so I can fuck you standing up. By the time I get inside you I’m sure you be ready to come but don’t!. I have unusual staying power. I will fuck each of you in turn; with your heels we should fit just fine. When you feel the urge to come to orgasm, raise you left leg up and wrap it over my right hip then wrap your left arm around my shoulder and your right hand around my neck and hold me tightly. I may or may not let you cum but I want to feel your hugs and kisses until I let you go. By-the-way, whichever of you comes first looses and will spend the night on the floor next to my bed while I give my attentions to your sister. Seems fair, right girls?”

“Sounds lovely, Sir,” May replied.

“I can’t wait, Sir,” said her sister.

After at least one half hour of alternating penetration and anal and breast stimulation, May broke first. She knew the consequences but she couldn’t hold out any longer. Both girls pressed into him fiercely and hugged him hard as his thick cock ground into them. They teetered on one leg in multi-orgasmic relief. Master Christopher knew, at that point, that he was going to get his monies worth from the twins.

At 5:30 the next morning he stroked Aprils nipples and smacked her once on the ass. “Ok girls, time to rise and shine. Get to the workout room and show some energy. You girls are wonderfully built but I want to see some additional muscle definition in your legs and back soon. And, April, make sure your slutty sister builds up more self control.” He winked…

 

Marcy met them in the workout room and they ran together for another hour. Then they went to the dungeon to find some floggers with which to arouse their bodies even more as Christopher had directed.

Christopher had left Marcy a note which said he was in a good mood and wanted the twins to help her in the training of both Eva and Wendy. He stipulated what he wanted to happen to both Eva and Wendy. Wendy was still in isolation but Eva had spent the night lying attached at the neck by a heavy duty chain which was bolted to the wall.

Marcy started with Wendy first. She had been in isolation for four days; completely in the dark with no outside interaction. She was a mess. Marcy told the twins the plan for Wendy. First, she was to be blindfolded and quietly taken to the pool area next door. The twins were to hold her arms to the side while Marcy washed her down with cold water and a brush.

After she was clean enough to go into the pool they would lay her down on a highly polished, seven foot, board and secure her to it with leather belts. Her arms would be attached to panels built at a 25 degree angle downward and away from her body upon which her arms and hands could be secured. Her legs were similarly bound to panels which kept her spread wide. Marcy attached clips to Wendy’s cunt lips and pulled them wide apart, fastening the loose end of the clips to one of the straps holding her upper legs. Her cunt gaped open.

When she was firmly in place, the entire board would be hoisted vertically by a strong hoist and smoothly pulled over the icy cold pool water. Marcy would then lower the winch until Wendy’s toes touched the water. They expected her to scream. Inch by inch, Marcy would lower the winch until Wendy‘s cunt was just about to touch the icy water. By now her legs would be almost numb and she would be terrified about what was going to happen to her next. The plan worked to perfection.

“Slave Wendy, tell us what kid of a disobedient slut slave you are before you get dunked further,” March shouted at her angrily.

“Oh Mistress, I am a worthless slave slut. My body has no value other than to serve as a receptacle for my Masters erect cock. I will worship that cock for the rest of my life, I swear. I’ve had time to reflect on my poor behavior and I’ve decided to do a much better job for my dear Master. Please tell him that for me… please, please. I beg you for mercy.”

“Not yet slave!” The winch moved downward several inches until Wendy’s cunt was fully immersed and since it was held open it filled up with very cold water making her shiver relentlessly. “You know, Slave Wendy, if you don’t shape up, the next time you cause your master to be dissatisfied with you, he’ll bring you back here and it will be more time in solitary and then I’m going to fill your slutty cunt with ice cubes with you hanging upside down. How would you like that, bitch?”

“No! Please! No, Mistress. I’ll be good. I’ll be very good. I really have learned my lesson.”

With that last plea, Marcy lowered the winch until Wendy was in the water up to her neck and screaming for mercy. After another few minutes submerged, the hoist was brought out of the water and Marcy placed tight clips on Wendy’s aching nipples before she let her down in the water again. Wendy screamed in pain. She cried for several minutes before she was brought up out of the water and released from her bonds. Her hood remained in place. It would only be removed by her master who would soon be called to come and get her.

A bowl of thin cream of wheat was placed in front of Eva as she lay chained to the wall. She would have to eat it with her hands. She was in for another harsh day.

Marcy unchained Eva and hosed her down. He master had specifically described her next torture. She was to be suspended by her wrists almost on her tip toes. She was then to be strapped into very high heels; he didn’t specify how high but Marcy decided that six inches was about high enough. The shoes were to be rigged so that the heels which might look to be connected to the sole could actually be detached from the soles. He wanted both the soles and the heels independently glued to a sturdy board which would lay flat on the concrete floor of the dungeon.

The shoes were to be rigged to TENS units. The units would discharge when the sole and the heel made contact with each other. To avoid the unpleasant shock of the units, Eva would have to strain to raise up on her toes and get her own heels up and away from the heels of the shoes.

Essentially he wanted the shoes to act like a switch. When her foot was in a relaxed position in the six inch heel, she would be shocked, When she pulled up, straining her ankles, calves and thighs, she would be spared from the electric shock but would nonetheless feel the self imposed pain in her legs.

Her master wanted the session to last at least one hour. Eva was strapped into a penis gag hood; Marcy expected some awful protests. Marcy wasn’t sure Eva could last for an hour and got a concession from her Master that should Eva faint that she could revive her up to two times before calling a halt to the session.

Did Eva ever buck and scream. The TENS unit was set at the mid point but the dear girl went into a frenzy and shook all over every time she tried to take the pressure off of her legs. Her well developed tits quivered and her toned legs tightened. Eventually she had an orgasm but then she fainted. Marcy turned off the units and revived her. After a brief rest, Marcy started the units again and Eva did her best to hold herself on tip toes. She wasn’t successful and fainted once more. All the action was recorded for her master’s later enjoyment.

Before Marcy called her Master to come and get her, she made Eva write him a pledge of obedience and submission. The note had a very sincere ring to it.

Christopher’s little dungeon and punishment palace was getting quite a reputation. The word spread quickly. The other masters in Christopher’s group decided to have their next group meeting there.

Christopher wasn’t naïve; he knew the boys really wanted to see, and handle, his new twins. He would set limits for them. The twins were not just slaves, they were his precious and very valuable property and he was determined to save them from harm. And to harm they surly would have come had he not set down the law. No vaginal penetration. No bruises or breaking of their skin. And, everyone who was allowed into the dungeon room had to be certified not to have any sexually transmittable diseases.

Six of the normal house staff were invited to volunteer to serve libations to the group of Masters on the appointed evening. They would be paid handsomely. They were expected to wear the most revealing clothing they could rent or buy and to wear the highest heeled shoes they could get into. Christopher selected two of the most glamorous girls to greet each guest formally and escort each one to the dungeon.

He requested that each of the invited slaves be collared and brought to the dungeon naked, in heels and on a leash. They were to kneel unless otherwise engaged.

His twins were on display in the dungeon fully naked except for ballet boots as the guests arrived. They were each strapped to a cross bar at the end of the room. They wore gag hoods with no opening except to breath. Their arms were buckled over the bar and pulled behind them which accentuated their tits. They wore a tight cinch around their already narrow waist. Their legs were bent at the knee and pulled back up behind them and spread apart to expose their well shaved cunt. They really looked good!

Each of the gentleman were given permission to inspect the twins within the limits of the rules Christopher had outlined. When he untied the girls and removed their hoods to pose for the crowd, the men were astonished. They had not expected such beautiful girls. Their long blond hair brushed their nipples gracefully. Their full tits stood out perfectly. Their waist was narrow and they were thin from front to back with well muscled torsos. Their legs were long and sculpted arching in the back to taut heart shaped asses. Their skin was soft and flawless. No wonder Christopher was so touchy about how these girls were treated.

“Now show these men how you excite me, girls,” Christopher said not knowing how they would react.

The twins looked at each other for a moment then came together and embraced as lovers embrace. They fondled each others tits and fingered their cunt, sucked off the juices like kids with a lollypop.

“Show us how you masturbate standing up girls. Make it slow,” came a gruff call from the audience.

The girls looked at each other quickly again, and them stood side by side, spread wide. They started to fondle their breasts and nipples then worked down to their moist cunt. They pulled apart their vulva folds and exposed their enlarged clits. Then they turned to each other again and faced each other rather than the audience.

With slow circular motions the stimulated themselves. May had a look which said “I’m not going to come until you do because I lost at this contest last time.” April returned a look that said “you will be a two time looser if you want to play this game.” In fact she did win for the second time and the audience shouted their appreciation for the performance.

Most of the guest slaves were busy relieving the hard pricks of their masters. Some of the men had the slave on their lap and were fucking them in the ass; some were cunt fucking them Some of the girls were just sucking. The live-in mansion service girls were all fingering themselves aggressively in the back of the room hoping no one would notice.

Christopher thought it would be interesting to show the assembled gathering some of what had occurred on the girls first night at the mansion; he had described that night freely with all of them before but felt a dramatic showing would be lots of fun.

First he had the girls press their backs flat again against the wall facing the group. He inserted an anal and vaginal TENS probes and clipped their nipples too.

“OK girls, I’m going to increase the intensity and pulse on these puppies a bit from last time. I want you to stay standing erect. If you want to rub your clit that’s ok with me. Guys, it’s my goal to have these beautiful girls orgasm each time they are stimulated by my TENS units. Eventually, I want to train them to be able to climax just knowing that I going to use the units. Let‘s see how it goes.”

In no time, the girls were standing against the wall with their eyes closed and mouth open, breathing hard. The bodies were shaking, not really convulsing, but quaking. Within seconds of each other, they climaxed … and climaxed again.

“OK girls, now it is my turn. I’m going to take the cunt plugs out and turn these things down a peg like they were when I first fucked you. Again, I’m going to alternate fucking each of you. Let’s see who can give me the best ride and who can hold out the longest.”

The girls held out for quite awhile but April won for third time. Everyone gave them another rousing ovation.

“Now, Master Don,” Christopher said, “tell us how Slave Wendy is doing now that her training here has finished.”

“Master Christopher, Slave Wendy is doing very well. She tells me she’s not to fond of water but she certainly is compliant. Only yesterday I had her at the mall for a little stroll. She didn’t have any underwear on so I took her to Victoria’ s Secret. She was jumpy not knowing what I was up to. I told her to ask a sales lady to help her select a bra and panty set and then to check to see how it looked on her. It was readily apparent that Wendy had gone to the mall with no under garments. While she was embarrassed, she did what I told her. I watched her through the store front window. I’m proud of her actually, but I have some additional tests of her submission to me in mind. I’ll report back at the next meeting.”

“Now Master Jack, how is Slave Eva behaving since she left us?”

“Master Christopher, Slave Eva is giving better head than ever before. Nice and long and deep and she swallows my cum without missing a drop. I had her downtown last week wearing a TENS probe in her ass. I walked several feet behind her and pulsed her repeatedly. She had to catch herself from falling down a few times and she had people looking at her in the strangest ways.

“ Then I walked up behind her and told her to take off her panties right on the street. She found a little corner to lean against and in a flash she stripped the panties off and placed them quickly in my hands. I gave them back to her and made her carry them openly herself. She seems to understand the implication of noncompliance. I’m pleased with the results and will attend to your invoice for services rendered when I receive it,” he said in a false aristocratic manner.

“Let me make a suggestion,” said Christopher. “Let’s have each slave write a note expressing their fondest submission fantasy and then explain, in detail, what humiliation they would like to see imposed on one of the other slaves here. We can pass around the ideas we get and decide which slave will get to perform which humiliation scene. Then we can describe just how well each slave performed their task. What do you say?”

A low murmur of protest could be heard among the slave girls but the masters seemed to be in agreement; the motion was passed.. The men were eager to read the ideas their slaves came up with.

A new meeting date was set. Marcy would again be in charge of the logistics.

Master Christopher and the twins were applauded for a fine performance. The drinks had been top-shelf and the service girls were shown the appreciation of the men to the tune of about five hundred dollars each.

All the slaves were marched out of the dungeon naked on leashes again and taken to their car on their knees.

Christopher sent the twins to his room for an encore performance. Their erotic life with him was just beginning.

The End

NOTE: Please take a moment and write your comments on this sequel to “The Diamond Sisters”… thank you. LC