SOMALI PET CH. 06

Somali Pet Ch 06

Thirty minutes later, Caaisho felt the limo slowing down. She woke up gradually, and began to become aware of her surroundings.

She was in a limo.

She looked down, and saw she was wearing gold stockings and while heels.

Which were clearly visible through her only other garment... a neck-to-floor white see-through abaya!

As she became fully awake, she recalled she was being driven to take part in a special fundraiser... although she didn't know what her role was to be.

She also remembered Danielle saying she wouldn't be coming along, and that it was someone's birthday. Oh yes... and she was a birthday present for that someone... whatever that meant!

The door opened, and her driver Olga said, "Come on, Caaisho, we're running late."

"For what?" Caaisho asked, trying to get more information.

"For the party," Olga answered vaguely, and she assisted Caaisho in climbing out of the limo, whereupon she saw a massive mansion surrounded by a forest of very tall trees, primarily maple and hickory.

Where was she?

How long had they been traveling?

How far away was Boston and all those other cities that surrounded it?

She admired Olga in her traditional limo driver outfit, except with a plunging neckline and a ridiculously short skirt, black pantyhose and six-inch heels. The blonde was very tall, and the heels made her tower over Caaisho.

She realized she wasn't carrying her purse or her phone, so she looked back into the limo and saw they weren't there either. "Where's my phone?"

"I'm guessing Mistress Danielle has it," Olga answered, not knowing where it actually was, but that seemed like the likeliest answer.

"I need to call her," Caaisho said, anxiety suddenly paralyzing her.

"Trust me, you're perfectly safe here. In fact, there's likely no safer place anywhere along the East Coast," Olga assured her. "And I promise you'll have the time of your life here."

Caaisho argued, still unable to move, "But I need to go home."

"I'll contact Danielle and confirm her intentions for you," Olga said, trying to reassure the nervous teen. "But you're her pet, correct?"

"Yes," Caaisho answered, finding the question weird, and her answer was also weird, and yet the truth.

"So if Danielle wants you here, and this is specifically where she asked me to bring you, you're definitely supposed to be here," Olga said, closing the limo's door and taking the teen's hand.

"I don't know," Caaisho said, looking down and seeing her hard nipples poking through the very lightweight fabric, and she realized she was able to see both of her breasts in their entirety. An abaya was supposed to be an ultra-modest item of clothing, but this particular one was totally useless for that purpose, since it displayed all of her charms to anyone who cared to look at her!

Once they reached the front door, Olga knocked, while Caaisho trembled with nervousness, but also because of the slight chill as day turned into night, and she was pretty much naked.

The door opened, and a butch looking woman in a tuxedo said, "Welcome to Le Chateau Club Mansion."

"Thank you," Caaisho said, unable to set aside her usual manners, even in the surreal situation she suddenly found herself in.

"I'll be back in a little while," Olga said, wanting to phone Danielle and confirm the night's plans... this girl was a lot more nervous than most pets Danielle sent here. She wondered if she even knew what was about to happen to her.

"No rush," the tuxedo woman said, "the night is just getting started."

Caaisho was suddenly alone with the woman, as the door closed. "Follow me."

"Yes, ma'am," Caaisho answered.

"Ma'am," the butch laughed, "that's a new one."

Caaisho was led into a large ballroom containing many white women, most of them at least forty, all of them wearing masks, sipping on cocktails and dancing with scantily and provocative dressed young women of various races, and all of them around her own age. About a dozen of them in all, and they weren't wearing any masks.

Caaisho instantly felt various bold looks directed at her. They were the hunters, and she was the prey. Part of her was flattered, since it seemed many of the older women were admiring her, and a couple of them even licked their lips. Another part of her was disgusted by what she'd become so quickly. How had she ended up here, and how had her life taken a complete 180º turn in just a couple of days?

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending upon which feeling was controlling her at the moment, she didn't have much time to analyze her predicament, since before she could even sit down at an empty table, a salt-and-pepper-haired woman came over to her and greeted, "Good evening, dear. Obviously, this is your first time here."

"W-w-what makes you say that?" Caaisho stammered. "Was it the deer in the headlights look?" she added as casually as possible.

The woman took her hand and said, "Definitely the deer in the headlights look, but your obvious surprise and curiosity, as well."

"I don't even know why I'm here," Caaisho admitted.

"Who sponsored you?" the lady asked.

"Sponsored? I don't know anything about sponsors, but I was sent here by Danielle," Caaisho answered, and then corrected herself hastily, "I mean Mistress Danielle."

"Then she's your sponsor. And she really outdid herself this time!" the woman said, as she assessed the teen beauty, easily one of the most beautiful women she'd ever seen at one of these events. She already knew she'd be bidding on her.

"Thank you, ma'am," Caaisho said nervously, appreciating the compliment, but also feeling intimidated and awkward.

"You're a real beauty; what's your name, sweetheart?" she continued, placing her hand on the teen's hip.

"Thank you, ma'am. My name is Caaisho," she said, the touch making her tremble. She noticed the lights were dimmed to create a moody ambiance.

"I'm glad you're here, Caaisho. My name is Candace. Come and dance with me," the older woman said, taking the teen's hands and not waiting for an answer, just tugging her onto the dance floor.

Caaisho had never danced with anyone before. She wasn't allowed to go to school dances, and except for some small mosque gatherings, no opportunities had ever presented themselves. A slow song she didn't recognize had just started playing.

Candace led her to the middle of the dance floor, where another six couples were in semi-intimate dance postures, and she pulled the clearly stunned teen close to her. "Just relax, my dear, this is a safe place."

"Okay," Caaisho said uncomfortably, as this stranger, who seemed to be a similar age as Danielle, actually almost all of these older women did, placed her hands on Caaisho's hips. "I've never danced before, so I have no idea what I'm supposed to do."

"Never? Then you really are fresh meat," Candace smiled, wondering when this girl had been turned.

Caaisho could feel her cheeks burn at the comment, even though she didn't really understand it. How could she be considered fresh meat? She was a person, not a cow or something.

"When did Mistress Danielle turn you into her pet?" the older woman asked.

"Two nights ago," Caaisho answered, this conversation so uncomfortable, although the hands on her hips felt nice, as she tried to sway to the music in unison with the woman. Since neither of them were moving their feet, it was pretty easy. Dancing was nice.

"Oh my," Candace said, shocked to hear how recently this young woman had been turned. It was usually weeks, or even months, before a pet was brought to one of these special events. And a pet was always groomed for them. A pet always knew exactly why she was here. A pet knew she'd be auctioned off A pet knew she'd be owned for the night, almost certainly by a stranger. It was obvious that this ripe young teen... she couldn't be older than eighteen, but she had to be at least eighteen, since that was a club rule... hadn't a clue why she was here, or what was about to happen.

"Oh my what?" Caaisho asked, noticing the surprised tone of the woman.

"Nothing, nothing," Candace said. "I'm just surprised that Danielle isn't here with you. You know, to show you the ropes."

"So am I," Caaisho agreed. Where was she? Why did she send her here? Alone?

"Never mind, you're going to be the belle of the party," Candace said, reaching around and squeezing her big booty.

"Please, don't do that," Caaisho protested.

"Don't do what?" Candace asked, seeing through the girl's prim and proper outward demeanor to her obvious inner submissiveness. She knew that Danielle was no fool... she wouldn't have sent her pet here unaccompanied if the girl was going to totally freak out because of someone taking a few seductive liberties.

"Don't, um..." Caaisho struggled to articulate what she was objecting to.

"A gorgeous girl like you with this beautiful body deserves to be worshipped," Candace added, as she kept squeezing the girl's tushie. "And just look around. You're in very good company."

"Oh my!" Caaisho gasped, a little surprised, although she wasn't terribly surprised after her past two days. She looked around and saw other older women doing similar things to other young girls like her, although the girls belonged to various races. Every girl seemed to be her age, or slightly older. Every girl was wearing skimpy attire, two of them were topless, and all of them were wearing nylons.

Two of the girls were grinding on one woman's legs.

A few girls were being felt up, or their asses squeezed, or their lips kissed.

A couple were just dancing closely.

One girl wasn't dancing at all, but instead she was on all fours with a collar around her neck, while a large white woman easily in her sixties led her around with a leash. It looked utterly ridiculous. Yet Caaisho couldn't help but feel a little gush in her pussy at the girl's humiliating situation. And she didn't look at all unhappy about her plight, so perhaps Caaisho wasn't the only one who enjoyed being humiliated!

"This is a special gathering for older women to play with submissive younger women," she explained. "Every girl here who's around your age is someone's pet, and her Mistress probably isn't the one dancing with her right now. Tonight is a bit of a free-for-all."

"I see," Caaisho said, which she visually could see, but she couldn't fathom how such a place would or could exist.

How could it even have been started?

"And tonight you're going to experience the true ecstasy of submission," Candace said.

Candace then turned and walked away after kissing her cheek, so Caaisho went and sat down at a table by herself. She needed some time to process what was going on in this weird place.

But she wasn't alone for fifteen seconds, before a large, pretty white woman said, pulling Caaisho back to her feet like a rag doll, "My name is Zelda, and you're coming with me."

Caaisho was shocked as this very large woman dragged her back to the middle of the dance floor and pulled her close to her. "Aren't you a pretty thing?" Zelda said.

"Please let me go," Caaisho said. "I don't know any Zeldas."

"We're just dancing, pretty girl," Zelda insisted, as she pulled the big-breasted teen tightly against her.

"I'm not at all comfortable with this," Caaisho said. This woman was very abrasive.

"No worries, I can help with that," Zelda said, and she placed one hand onto the teen's cheek, while her big other hand pulled her long dress up until she could fondle her pussy skin on skin. Then, "Why are you so wet, if you're not comfortable with this?" she argued.

"Please, no," Caaisho protested weakly with a moan, stunned that no one seemed to notice she was being molested and violated right in plain sight on the dance floor.

"It looks like you really need someone to work over this cunt," Zelda said bluntly, as she slid a finger inside her.

"W-w-what are you doing?" Caaisho stammered, embarrassed and excited at the same time.

"Finger banging you," Zelda said bluntly, as she began pumping the wet pussy.

"Oh, please," Caaisho moaned weakly, while pleasure consumed her after her day of relentless, frustrating, teasing with never any release.

"Please what? Please more?" Zelda asked, even though she knew that wasn't the overwhelmed teen's meaning.

"This is just..." Caaisho began to say, as Zelda furiously pumped her plump fingers inside her.

"This is just what?" Zelda asked, knowing this girl was on the brink of utter obedience... like so many other initially unwilling submissives.

"It's just, I... oh..." Caaisho moaned, as the pleasure, just like with Danielle, consumed her, and it turned her into a willing wanton slut instead of a prim and proper Muslim good girl.

Zelda pulled out and spun the teen around, bent her over, and started grinding on her uncovered backside, while she reached around and slid two fingers back into the horny teen.

"Oh fuck," Caaisho moaned, noticing that some people actually had noticed her being violated, but instead of coming to her rescue, they were only watching intently while this big dyke banged her... and... frustratingly again... it was really turning her on!

As Zelda fingered her, still also grinding from behind, she said, "I've never banged a slutty Muslim before."

"Oh fuck," Caaisho repeated, ashamed and turned on, especially when she noticed her audience was growing.

Zelda knew she mustn't let the pet come yet, since that was one of the pre-auction rules... just explore, tease, and abandon. So she pulled her fingers out again, spun the teen around like a spinning top, slid two fingers back inside her and said, "Do you want to come?"

"Y-y-esssss," Caaisho moaned, completely at the whim of this large, scary, aggressive, woman.

"Nice ass," someone said from behind her, and they squeezed Caaisho's ass.

Caaisho looked back to see a grandma-looking woman, one you'd think made cookies for her grandchildren, squeezing her ass.

"Yes, she's the full package," Zelda agreed as she pulled her fingers out of the teen, knowing the submissive was too close to coming to continue fingering her.

Zelda shoved her large fingers into Caaisho's mouth and finger fucked her face.

Caaisho was shocked and humiliated, but she was surprised by the sweet taste of her own pussy.

Suddenly hands were cupping her tits... a third woman!

"Fucking amazing puppies," a woman with a heavy English accent said, as she cupped them.

"I'll let you two continue enjoying her," Zelda said, walking away.

Caaisho couldn't believe she was being molested in the middle of this dance floor, and nobody was stepping in to put a stop to it! What kind of place was this?

The woman squeezing her tits was a little younger than the others and very pretty, but she was equally aggressive; the woman lifted her knee up to Caaisho's pussy and began rubbing it with her hand. "Hump it, slut," the woman ordered.

Caaisho was humiliated by this molestation, and yet frustratingly, she was turned on and felt she needed to obey... her pussy once again ruling her mind. She didn't even notice she'd already obeyed, and her body once again had betrayed her.

"Good girl," the woman smirked, loving the sight of this hot teenager humping her leg.

"Oh fuck," Caaisho moaned, mortified she was doing this, and was unable to control herself... in part because she remembered Danielle ordering her to do whatever anyone told her to, but more because she so desperately needed to come!

"I'll be seeing you later," the British woman said and walked away... just before Caaisho was able to come.

Caaisho again returned to the table, very weakly... and had a drink of cold water. She downed the glass just as a woman with an actual mohawk, who might actually have been a guy, reached for her hand.

"Come with me," Mare, short for Mary, a common name that no one would dare call her, ordered in a gruff way, which kept Caaisho unsure if this was a male or a female... but one thing was for sure, there was no way she could disobey her.

Caaisho was literally dragged back onto the dance floor as the lights were dimmed even further, and a slow jazz number began playing.

Caaisho discovered this was a woman when she was pulled tightly close and felt her breasts pressing against her chest. "Ever been with someone like me?" Mare asked.

"No," Caaisho answered, as she was literally lifted off the ground while they danced.

"Kiss me," Mare ordered.

"I am..." Caaisho began, as Mare's lips mashed into hers.

Mare shoved her tongue down her throat, literally mouth fucking her. Mare loved aggressive kissing... she found that many straight women, and many very pretty women of whatever orientation, would start coming back to her after one aggressive kiss at a bar. Mar was a bouncer at a popular bar downtown. She averaged four plus straight girls a week, almost all of them married women or college babes. They all fell for a woman who could dominate them.

Caaisho tried to return the kiss as was no doubt expected, but she couldn't reciprocate with that aggressive tongue exploring her mouth. Whoever heard of an overpoweringly strong tongue! But here it was. It was so disgusting, yet it somehow turned her on. Why oh why did gross, aggressive things turn her on so much?

Then Mare, loving to leave them a little disheveled and wanting more, unexpectedly broke the kiss, pushed the wide-eyed girl away, and sauntered off without another word.

Caaisho just stood there, stunned.

What had just happened?

She didn't have enough time to process any of it, before another woman, this one with more piercings than anyone could ever fathom making sense, grabbed her by the shoulders, stared her in the face and asked, "So... do you take it in the ass?"

"Excuse me?" Caaisho asked.

It's a simple question, you dumb fuck. Do you like a dick in your ass?" the blunt woman asked.

"No, I never..." Caaisho began... lying. It was far from a simple question... coming from a total stranger, it was astonishing!

"Oh my, then you're an anal virgin," she smiled like a feral vixen, loving to break in virgin assholes.

"Yes," Caaisho said, remembering how much she'd loved Danielle's strap-on dick in her ass, and the pleasure and pain principle she'd learned.

"Well, we can fix that pretty quickly," she offered, as she reached her hand under the dress and pressed her middle finger against the teen's allegedly virginal back door.

Caaisho's eyes went wide as she felt the finger attempting to invade her ass.

"Back off, bitch! It's my turn to inspect the merchandise," Sharon interrupted. And in spite of this new woman's aggressive appearance, Caaisho was thankful as the finger and its attached woman did back off.

"Later," the anal seductress smiled as she walked away.

"Merchandise?" Caaisho asked, as her dance partner changed yet again.

"Yes," Sharon nodded, calming down immediately, but not really explaining her appraisal, as she admired the Muslim bombshell. Amazing humongous tits, amazing ass. Pretty charcoal face. She'd definitely be an expensive item tonight... and would almost certainly go for the highest amount. The question was... was she worth it? "So Danielle tells me she owns you."

Caaisho wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement. Either way, it was humiliating. As had been having her ass mauled from behind. This woman was hard to read. She was very pretty, unlike many of the other women here... or at least the ones who'd shown an interest in her. She had very large tits. She had a lot of similarities to Danielle, and yet she was utterly gorgeous. And apparently she knew Danielle.

"Answer the question," Sharon ordered firmly, as she pinched both erect nipples through the see-

through abaya... which was amazing... someone had found a way to make the most decorous item of clothing ever, one that was supposed to completely hide a woman's figure and femininity, and they'd transformed it into one of the hottest, kinkiest, fashion statements ever.

Caaisho moaned as her sensitive nipples were pinched. "Yes ma'am, Mistress Danielle owns me."

"And you'll always do whatever she expects you to do, correct?" Sharon asked, as she teased the hard nipples.

"Yes, ma'am," Caaisho moaned, this slightly painful attention to her nipples really turning her on.

"Good," Sharon smiled, and she slid one of her hands under the abaya and rubbed the teen's wet pussy. "You're in for the time of your life tonight!"

Caaisho let out a loud moan as her pussy got rubbed.

Sharon knowing the power of the tease, and having a sixth sense about when a woman was about to come, took her hand away and snapped her fingers. "I've decided that you're going to be tonight's finale."

Caaisho was so frustrated by all these starts and stops during the entire day. She desperately wanted... no, she needed... to come!

"Take her backstage," Sharon ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," a younger woman said, appearing from nowhere, and admiring this dark-skinned beauty.

Caaisho was taken by the hand and led down a hallway and into a room. The girl, named Anastasia, said, "Freshen up, and go the washroom if you need to, and if you want to use some, there's plenty of makeup next to that mirror, just help yourself. You won't be summoned for at least half an hour."

"Summoned for what?" Caaisho asked.

"You'll see," she smiled, wishing she could use her right now, but that wasn't her role tonight.

Caaisho was then left completely alone. She went pee. She looked at herself in the mirror, and decided her face was still as gorgeous as she'd ever seen it, so she didn't need any more makeup. She struggled to understand where she was. She went to the door... it was securely locked from the other side. She began to panic. She was the finale. What did that mean? Was she being sold into slavery? She banged on the door... she screamed.

A large woman entered the room. She ignored the pretty girl's protests, and made some amazingly effective hypnotic gestures to put her to sleep for a bit.

Caaisho tried to keep protesting, but she faded away quickly.

...

Caaisho woke up groggily, feeling a slow buzzing inside her.

"Do I hear five hundred?" a woman asked.

"Five hundred!"

"Do I hear six hundred?"

"Six fifty!"

Caaisho was confused. She was sitting straddled on something that was causing those vibrations inside her.

"Six seventy-five!"

She was also blindfolded and gagged.

"Eight hundred!"

"Fast and furious," the hostess said. "Do I hear nine hundred?"

Caaisho tried to move, but someone's pushed her back down... onto something that was vibrating.

"No? Nobody?" The hostess asked. "Samantha is a submissive little pet who'll eat your cunt to multiple orgasms!"

"And my virgin ass needs fucking," Samantha said boldly, never having attracted a thousand dollar bid, and she really wanted to reach that special four-digit figure. This was her fourth time here. Fourth time on the auction block.

"A thousand!"

"There ya go," the hostess approved.

"A thousand fifty!"

Caaisho was terrified!

Edith, Sharon's granddaughter, whispered, "Sit still, slut. You're up next."

"Do I hear eleven hundred?"

Silence.

"Going once, twice, and sold... to Tabitha!" the hostess announced, as clapping rang out.

"And now, a first timer here at Le Chateau Club Mansion, the sweet and newest pet of Danielle," the hostess declared, "and also the blackest... the gorgeous Caaisho!"

Caaisho's eyes went wide! She was at last completely awake, and she realized what was happening. She was being sold in some sort of human slave trade auction!

"We will start the bidding at..." the hostess began, but she was interrupted.

"Five hundred!" Angela called out, having never had a Muslim before.

Edith removed the blindfold, but she kept the ball gag in place, and Caaisho was suddenly looking around at all the older woman sitting on chairs and holding auction paddles.

Caaisho tried to speak, but the ball gag did its job.

"Oh my, that was a crazy opening bid," the hostess said. "It's never begun that high before!"

"Six hundred!" Zelda called out, although she'd already won a bid for the Japanese Kaiko... she could always take home two for the night. She'd only had to pay two hundred and seventy-five bucks for Kaiko, so she couldn't have passed on that bargain.

"Seven hundred!"

"Eight hundred!"

Caaisho was feeling so rattled! She looked down and saw she was straddling a strange contraption that was vibrating, albeit at a slow speed, So it was 'only' keeping her frustratingly horny, but she was equally terrified.

Caaisho didn't think this was a human trafficking gang anymore though... just a sex club. Well... probably. She wasn't a hundred percent sure.

"A thousand!" Angela called out. She really wanted this chick. She'd long harboured some kinky racial fantasies she was already imagining bringing to fruition.

Someone will pay a thousand dollars for me? To do what? Caaisho was amazed and bewildered.

"Someone must be willing to cough up twelve hundred for this Somali beauty," the hostess cajoled. "She was turned only two days ago!"

"Twelve hundred!" Betty, a woman in her late fifties bid. She loved black women, but she'd never had a black Muslim.

"Fifteen hundred!" Cameron called out. Cameron was a 1960s movie star, whose years of plastic surgery had made her look like a bit of a circus freak.

Edith whispered, "You're very popular."

Caaisho couldn't believe there was a bidding war being waged over her.

The hostess said, "Two grand. Who will pay two thousand dollars for this big tittied, big bootied plaything?"

"Two thousand!" Angela said, waving her paddle around vigorously, although this was as high as she could go. Her husband always gave her a limit for these charity functions even though he had no idea what she was bidding on. Angela had won the bidding for three girls in the past four months... her highest bid had been fourteen hundred for Karen Kane, a surprise pet, who was a minor pop star. She didn't even know where the money was going this time. The first time it was a women's shelter, the second time it was for the SPCA, and last time it was another event to support Daphne Greene's 2024 presidential bid.

"Remember this is the last pet of the night. You don't want to go home tonight without an overnight bimbo plaything," the hostess said. "And according to Danielle, this big-boobed Somali is the most submissive... and once she's warmed up, the most enthusiastic pet she's ever turned."

"Three thousand!"

"Four thousand!"

Caaisho gasped into her ball gag.

"Let's hear what the pet herself has to say," the hostess said, thinking the cute Muslim might break the record of eighty-eight hundred for movie star Priscilla Jones more than a year ago. They hadn't even reached five thousand in three months.

Edith whispered, "I know this has been a frustrating day for you. But be a good girl, and you'll finally be allowed to come."

Caaisho felt the ball gag removed and the vibrations turned up slightly. She literally didn't know what to say.

The hostess asked, "How are you doing tonight, Caaisho?"

"I'm a little confused," Caaisho admitted with a moan.

"Are you Danielle's pet?"

"Yes ma'am," Caaisho admitted.

"And do you understand why you're here?"

"Not really," Caaisho answered, even though the evidence was becoming pretty clear.

"We're a secret lesbian society that raises money for charity by auctioning off sexy pets for a night of unconditional submission," the hostess, a chubby white-haired woman, explained.

Caaisho didn't say anything. This was kind of what she'd assumed and hoped, based on the lesser of two evils principle... the worse alternative being a lifetime of actual slavery.

"And it appears that many of us would love to indulge in some of your dark chocolate," the hostess added.

"Five thousand!"

"Six thousand!"

"I mean some of us really want you," the hostess said, a little shocked herself at the wild bidding. "You're already closing in on the highest bid ever, of eighty-eight hundred dollars."

Caaisho couldn't explain how or why, but instantly her competitive streak surged to the fore. It happened at school whenever someone else scored a higher mark than hers. It had happened in high school in Florida when there was a possibility she wouldn't be the Valedictorian at the graduation ceremony. So although she was nervous, a little terrified, and a lot horny she said, trying to appear smug and confident, "That's not so surprising. Why wouldn't they?"

"I like it!" the hostess roared, "why wouldn't they indeed?"

"Seven thousand!" Angela bid, knowing her husband would kill her, but she really had to have this girl!

"Eight thousand!" Betty called out, She could get multiple orgasms from a girl with that kind of attitude!

"Eighty-five hundred!" Angela bid, a bit worried this could lead to a divorce if she won... but her lust for this stunning girl's pussy was overriding her pretended interest in her husband's small cock... and besides, she wore the pants in her house anyway... metaphorically.

"Ten thousand," Sharon finally jumped in, calling out a bid for the first time tonight.

"A new all-time record!" the hostess announced.

Angela cursed, "Fuck!" Potentially angry husband or not, bullish stock market or not, even she didn't dare to go that high.

But Betty wasn't giving up yet. "Eleven thousand!"

Sharon went for the kill, knowing this horse race... or rather filly race... was only going to end one way... with her taking home the prize. "Fifteen thousand smackeroos!"

Ooooos and aaaahs resounded through the stunned partygoers.

The hostess even stammered, "F-f-fifteen thousand?"

Caaisho couldn't believe it. Why would anyone want to pay that much money for her? She was utterly flattered and flabbergasted, but was also determined to be worth every penny of it. She didn't even realize she was speaking until the words were out of her mouth. "Mistress," she asserted, since this woman had obviously earned the honorific, "this will be the best fifteen thousand dollars you've ever spent!"

"That it will," Sharon agreed with a big smile, confident that the bidding war was over.

"Fifteen thousand! Do I hear sixteen?"

Everyone knew it was over, and soon the hostess announced, "Going once, going twice, and sold! to the birthday girl, for a new record of fifteen grand!"

Everyone clapped as the hostess said, "Today's donations will go a long way towards supporting Senator Daphne Green's presidential campaign."

More clapping.

"Winning bidders, please pay Beth at the table, and then feel free to claim your pet for the night," the hostess finished.

Caaisho was stunned by how much she'd been sold for. And for only one night!

She was flattered.

Oddly excited.

She was eager to prove her worth.

Yes, it was humiliating.

Undignified.

Just about as anti-feminist as it could get... yet she was horny as fuck.

"Follow me," Sharon said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the floor.

Edith helped Caaisho out of her bonds and to the floor, and she began crawling, like the pet she was, behind her Mistress of the night. Or at least she tried. But in her long abaya crawling was impossible until she hiked it up to her waist, so her knees could touch the floor. She knew she was presenting quite the salacious picture like this, but probably not much worse than any of the other 'slave' girls.

Caaisho could feel wetness leaking out of her as she crawled. She couldn't believe how natural it felt to be on all fours. She couldn't believe how good it felt.

Sharon went to Beth's table, pulled out her purse and counted out one hundred and fifty hundred dollar bills. Caaisho watched the transaction while Beth meticulously counted the bills again, amazed and flattered that someone would pay that kind of money for a night with her... and was carrying around that much cash in her purse.

"Quite the prize," the younger Beth said, looking down her nose at the outrageously expensive pet.

"Yes, I certainly am," Caaisho retorted, not appreciating the girl's tone. Especially when she herself was clothed in only a babydoll nightgown with stockings and heels, her outfit just as see-through as Caaisho's, and she was still acting all hoity toity.

"We shall see," Sharon said, glancing down at the surprisingly spunky pet.

"Take her up to my bedroom, Edith," Sharon ordered.

"Yes, grandma," the overweight college girl said. She was looking forward to sitting on the Muslim girl's face.

"I'll be up to join you in a few moments," Sharon said, looking down at her pet.

"Yes, Mistress," Caaisho agreed happily, certain this was the correct way to address her until she could return to her real Mistress.

"You're so well trained," Sharon smiled, impressed by Danielle's quick but thorough training.

"I'm a well-trained bimbo slut for your pleasure, Mistress," Caaisho said, not having any idea what this woman's name was.

"Yes. Yes you are," Sharon agreed, as her granddaughter snapped her fingers at the pet.

"Let's go, bitch," Edith ordered, loving the few times she was given power over the pets, all of whom were prettier than she was.

Caaisho obeyed, and she ignored the many looks she received as she followed the fat college girl out of the ballroom, down a hallway, up a long, winding flight of stairs, and down another hallway.

...

Meanwhile, still downstairs in the ballroom, Sharon approached Angela and offered, "If you give eight thousand to Beth, you're invited to join me in an hour."

"I wanted her for myself," Angela complained, hating how Sharon almost always won the hottest auction of the night.

Sharon was her best friend, but she was still tired of always losing to her.

"Take it or leave it," Sharon shrugged, hoping she could double or more tonight's donations for her good friend Senator Greene.

"No best friend discount?" Angela asked.

Sharon shrugged, "Sure. Seven thousand."

Angela sighed. Sharon turned to walk away when Angela, really wanting to play with this Muslim hottie, asked, "Where do I pay?"

"Pay Beth at the desk," Sharon said, as she looked around for the also well-off Betty.

She saw her leaning against a wall and sipping a glass of wine, and she sauntered over. "For ten grand, in an hour and a half I'll let you join me and my newest pet for a fun little orgy."

"I'm in," Betty agreed without hesitation. Money wasn't really an object for her, and this was only the second time in a year she hadn't purchased a pet.

"Go pay at the desk, and someone will come and get you when it's time," Sharon instructed.

"Will do," Betty said, happy to get some playtime with the new pet, and perhaps with some of the other girls and women too.

Sharon had already more than doubled the evening's money, and she still had one more woman to approach.

...

Meanwhile upstairs, Caaisho was led into a large bedroom, so large it was quadruple the size of her own luxurious one. Perhaps even bigger.

Edith lifted her dress, pulled down her panties, and grabbed the pretty girl's head. "Get eating, slut!"

Caaisho's face was suddenly buried in a hairless pussy, and so she just did what she was told. She licked. The pussy was already wet, and without any pubic hair, it was a lot easier to dine on. She parted the chubby girl's fat pussy lips, and explored within.

...

Sharon approached Hannah, who'd bid six thousand dollars, and asked, "Want to share in my pet?"

"Is my cunt wet?" Hannah asked.

"I imagine so," Sharon laughed. Hannah was always crude and blunt.

"I'm in," Hannah said.

"Just pay Beth your six thousand ," Sharon said.

"Six thou?"

"That was your highest bid for the girl, no?"

"Yes, but...."

"But nothing," Sharon interrupted. "All the proceeds are going to the Greene campaign. You don't want that crazy bigoted man back in office again, do you?"

"Yes, fine," Hannah sighed. "I'll go and pay."

"Someone will come and get you," Sharon said.

"Aaahaaah, so it's first dibs to you, of course," Hannah smiled.

"What? I paid more than double what you're paying. And besides, I need to check out the merchandise first," Sharon shrugged.

"Have fun," Hannah laughed, as Sharon turned away.

"Oh, I will," Sharon replied, going upstairs to do just that.

...

"Eat that cunt, you dumb bimbo," Edith ordered.

Caaisho's tongue probed the fat pussy, hungry to taste the aggressive fat girl's cunt cum. Would it taste the same as Danielle's? There were some similarities in wetness and scent, but they weren't identical. She wondered if the lack of hair had anything to do with it.

"I see you're enjoying my purchase?" Sharon said, watching her granddaughter riding the Muslim's face.

"I just couldn't wait to test her out," Edith said, close to orgasm.

"How good is she?" Sharon asked, having shared a few of her wins with her granddaughter in the past... hoping to get her out of her shy, insecure shell. Clearly it had worked. Edith's persona was now transformed night and day from how she was before she began accompanying her to Le Chateau Club Mansion.

Caaisho knew the fat girl was close, and so she attacked her clit with the vigor of a cunt-crazed slut... which she was.

"Soooo goooooooood," Edith almost went into convulsions, while her orgasm possessed her after just a couple minutes of the black girl's aggressive tongue.

Caaisho eagerly lapped up the cum flowing out of the fat girl... which was different from her Mistress's, but it still had quite an enticing taste.

Sharon watched, as she pondered what she wanted to do with this precious gift for her 60th birthday.

She also texted Danielle: What a perfect pet!

Danielle was finishing up her dinner with her mother, which she made happen every Sunday evening no matter what, at the assisted living home.

Which was why she never attended these Sunday fun events. Yet, she'd arrived late to share a pet with Sharon on occasion. She replied: I knew you would love her. How much did you pay?

Sharon responded: 15,000.

Danielle gasped: Fuck off!

"Guzzle down all my cum, you hungry Muslim dyke," Edith demanded, as she kept coming and coming.

Caaisho didn't like the term dyke, it was so crude, but she did like the taste of the fat girl's cum and, of course, she kept licking.

Sharon responded: True story. Now get your ass out here.

Danielle smiled: I'll be there in another hour or two.

Sharon smiled as she wandered over to her bed: She'll have eaten half a dozen pussies by then.

Danielle retorted: Only half a dozen?

Sharon replied: Or more of course.

Danielle responded, as dessert arrived: Finishing up dinner with Mom. I'll be there when I can.

Sharon respected Danielle's family dedication. Her mother had been alone for two years since her husband passed away, and Danielle had made the drive ninety minutes each way every Sunday. For a dominant seductress, this was a hidden side of her few people knew about.

Edith let go of Caaisho's head and said, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut."

"Says my lesbian granddaughter," Sharon smirked.

"You taught me well," Edith countered.

"Go find some other club members to serve," Sharon ordered.

"Yes, grandmother," Edith said, and she walked out.

Caaisho wondered if these two had an incestuous relationship, while she remained on her knees like a good pet.

Sharon, able to read the pet's face, answered the unspoken question, "No, we haven't had sex with each other. I've just encouraged her to explore her sexuality around here."

"No need to explain, Mistress," Caaisho said as she mindlessly crawled to the bed where Sharon was sitting cross-legged.

"You may be the most obedient pet I've ever met," Sharon said, really impressed by the girl's complete obedience.

"I aim to please, Mistress," Caaisho replied. completely committed to her submissive mindset. She needed more pussy... plus, did a grandmother and granddaughter have similar tastes... enquiring minds wanted to know.

She needed to please. She also needed to come!

"So you do," Sharon smiled, as she uncrossed her legs. "And what exactly do you want, my pet?"

"To be your complete mindless pleasure bimbo slut," Caaisho responded, no shame in her response... just a wholehearted acceptance of her new reality.

"What would your mother say about all this?" Sharon asked, as she slipped out of her heels.

This reminder of her mother brought her back to the cold reality of her situation. But lust and obedience (obedience having been taught to her by her parents since birth... so the way she was now was partly their fault for the years of brainwashing her without preparing her at all for the challenges of America) now consumed and controlled her. "She would disown me in a heartbeat!"

"Perhaps. But what if she's very much like you?" Sharon asked, as she brought her nylon-clad foot to the teen's mouth.

"What do you mean?" Caaisho asked, just as five slightly smelly nylon-clad toes were suddenly in her face.

"I imagine that your mother is already in Danielle's crosshairs," Sharon answered, as she stuck her toes in the teen's mouth. "Suck on each toe."

"Yes, Mistress," Caaisho replied, as she tried to process Sharon's thought. There was no way... although she now recalled Danielle briefly hinting something similar during one of her heated moments of pleasure... and she'd even agreed it would be hot.

"Do you think that once Danielle starts bearing down, your mother will be able to resist her?" Sharon asked, as her pinky toe got sucked.

Caaisho sucked the toe through the nylon, which was a little sweaty, a little smelly, and a lot degrading. But the more degrading, the bigger the turn-on. "Yes," she answered, not able to even begin envisioning her mother succumbing like she had.

"Are you sure?" Sharon asked. "You fell pretty quickly, and I understand that at first you protested quite vigorously."

Caaisho recalled the wildness of her past two days as she sucked on the second toe. She finally answered, "Since she's given birth to me and my six brothers, my mother must have felt pleasure before, so it won't come as such a surprise."

"True," Sharon agreed. "But sex with a woman, with a dominant woman, is a completely different mental and physical euphoria than the wham, bam than you ma'am of a quick-shooting guy."

"I guess," Caaisho replied now doing the middle toe.

"Sex with a man is a short sprint, while sex with a woman is mostly a lovely journey, with only a bit of sprinting near the finish line," Sharon said, smiling at the impressively apt simile.

"I wouldn't know," Caaisho answered, not out of remorse for never being with a man, but just the truth. She advanced to the fourth toe.

"Trust me," Sharon said. "I was married for a long fucking time, and fucking men isn't worth the effort."

Caaisho wondered if her Mom agreed with that sentiment. If so, she hid it well, but she did seem a little said a bit too often. Did she hate the male-dominated regime she'd always been forced to live under?

"Your Mom will likely be easy pickings for Danielle," Sharon said.

Danielle, like many of the women here, had mastered the art of seduction. High school seniors, bankers, lawyers, teachers, lonely housewives, college girls, and every other possible calling. Women were usually just a psychological manipulation away from discovering their inner and true calling.

"I can't imagine," Caaisho said, now sucking on the big toe. Except she was imagining just that. If her Mom did succumb to Danielle, then she couldn't disown her. Her Dad still could and would, but she'd always been much closer to her Mom than to her Dad.

Sharon directed her other foot to the teen and said, "Lick my entire sweaty sole."

"Yes, Mistress," Caaisho obeyed, as she tried to process everything this woman was telling her. Were all women living a lie perpetrated by men? Or at least all the ones who hadn't yet seen through the scam and started resisting it?

Sharon watched this black beauty servicing her soles. She too was building upon Danielle's seduction... layer upon layer of training.

"Toes next," Sharon ordered.

Caaisho obeyed, sucking each toe individually until she'd completed all ten.

"What are you thinking?" Sharon asked.

"A lot of things," Caaisho admitted.

"Like?"

"Well, my Mom for one," Caaisho answered.

"Yes?"

"And if it's really possible for her to be seduced away from all that harmful morality too."

"I guarantee she can be seduced," Sharon said, knowing that very few women didn't fall once they caught on to how the bullshit system worked. Of course there were exceptions, but it was unlikely they'd be Muslim women who'd been resentfully submissive for their entire lives to men.

"I still can't fathom," Caaisho said.

"Trust me," Sharon said. "Your mother is scheduled for a major sexual awakening very soon. And if you support her in that awakening, she might be very angry with you at first, but soon she'll be calling you her hero. It took you... what... about two days and three nights to get from being a naïve prude to spreading your wings as a slut well worth fifteen grand for a night's so-called work."

Part of Caaisho liked that, they would be the same; another part liked it because her Mom should know the pleasure that comes with submission; yet another part of her thought she should be protecting her mother from falling down to sexual rock bottom... although she didn't feel she was the least bit at rock bottom. She asked, "May I lick you?"

"Is that what you want?" Sharon spread her legs wider apart.

"Yes, Mistress, I want to please you," she said as she was suddenly looking at a very red haired pussy.

"Beg," she ordered.

"Please, Mistress, allow your black bimbo pet to serve you in whichever ways you wish," Caaisho pleaded, desperate to serve and to dine.

"Take off your dress," Sharon ordered.

"It's called an abaya," Caaisho clarified.

"Sorry," Sharon said, as she got off the bed. "But lose it. I just want to see that body up close and personal."

Caaisho stood up and pulled the diaphanous see-through fabric off of her as she joked, "I'm not sure this left much to the imagination in the first place."

Sharon laughed too, as she cupped the large firm tits in both her hands. "True, but now the view is even better. And these bazookas are exceptional!"

Caaisho, now confident in the visual power of her tits and ass, replied confidentially, "Yes, I know."

"There's some confidence behind that submissive persona; I like it," Sharon said, a little surprised, as she bent down to suck the huge, hard nipple into her mouth.

"Before Danielle turned me into a cunt-addicted hungry slave, I was very confident about who I was," Caaisho said with a moan. Allah, did she love getting her nipples sucked.

"And now?" Sharon asked, as she bit down on the nipple.

"I'm still confident," Caaisho said, "I'm just confident about new things."

"Such as?" Sharon asked, as she sucked the nipple into her mouth, and as much of the breast as she could manage.

"Now I'm confident I can eat your cunt to a climactic eruption," Caaisho answered confidently. "I'm confident I can excel at whatever sexual task you wish of me, no matter how disgusting some people might consider it to be, and to obey you wholeheartedly, but without groveling, unless you specifically require that of me."

"Impressive. And?" Sharon asked, as she went to the other tit.

"And I'm confident I'll be the best cunt-munching, cock-taking, bimbo slave you've ever had," Caaisho doubled down on her guarantees.

"We shall test that," Sharon smiled. This teen was very full of herself, but she could likely back up every word of her claims.

"Please do," Caaisho moaned. "Do you like my big, fat, black tits?"

"They're very impressive," Sharon admitted.

"And my inch-long nipples?"

"They're amazingly big and hard." Sharon continued to idolize and worship them.

"Yes, all Somali girls have amazing tits and nipples," Caaisho bragged.

"And asses, too," Sharon added, as she reached around and squeezed the big, black, booty cheeks.

"That's our trademark," Caaisho agreed, enjoying the hands-on way this red-haired beauty of a white woman was admiring her gorgeous black body.

"Turn around and rest your hands on the bed," Sharon ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Caaisho replied, gracefully doing as she was told.

Sharon bent down, spread the big, black, ass cheeks and buried her face between them, licking the puckered asshole.

"Oh yes, eat my asshole, Mistress," Caaisho moaned, the tongue probing her hole feeling surprisingly pleasant.

"And I'm going to fuck it later," Sharon revealed.

"Oh," Caaisho moaned, not from the idea, but the tongue on her hole. After her first ass fucking, she was more than willing to take another dick up her poop chute.

"I'm guessing you're a back door virgin," Sharon surmised, the asshole so tight, she couldn't even get the tip of her tongue inside.

"No, Mistress," Caaisho admitted. "Mistress Danielle has already sodomized me."

"Of course she has," Sharon sighed, hoping there was something she could be the first to do to this submissive black beauty. "Do you want to get ass fucked again?" she asked.

"I'm just a bimbo fuck slut, and I'm yours to use however you wish, Mistress," the teen responded.

"I know, my nasty pet. But do you want to get ass fucked again?"

"I did enjoy getting sodomized the first time," the teen willingly admitted.

"Mmmmm, I bet you did," Sharon agreed, amazed at the depth of this girl's submissive nature, and yet the confidence that also bubbled inside her... the mixture was a strange and intriguing paradox... and this black booty was just made for dick. "Do you want to be a bimbo ass slut?" she asked, slapping her ass hard.

"Y-y-yes!" Caaisho yelped, surprised by the sudden slap.

"Because you love old white women?" Sharon asked, slapping her ass again.

"Yes, yes, yes," Caaisho agreed, surprised that this spanking also turned her on. "I love older white women using me for their black slave."

Sharon pulled Caaisho up, spun her around, and kissed her. Hard.

Caaisho returned the kiss, melting into the passion, becoming one with her Maîtresse de la nuit.

Sharon squeezed the teen's ass, cupped her breasts, and said, "Fuck, I Love your fat, black tits."

"And I love being your bimbo slut," Caaisho replied.

Sharon picked Caaisho up and threw her onto the bed.

"Oh yes, use me, Mistress," Caaisho cried out, turned on by the dominant move.

"Hungry?" Sharon asked, as she pulled her dress off, remaining in her bra to hold her big tits in

place... although they weren't nearly as large as Caaisho's... pulled off her panties, and straddled the very pretty black girl.

"Starving," Caaisho answered, as she realized she actually was really hungry. For pussy yes, but she also hadn't eaten any food since lunch.

"For hairy granny cunt?" Sharon added, lowering that exact item onto the teen's face.

"I love hairy, granny cunt," Caaisho responded, as she began licking.

"Oh yes, bitch, eat my box," Sharon moaned, as the tongue contacted her slightly wet pussy.

"So yummy," Caaisho said, knowing that using this word made her sound like a dumb, bimbo bitch.

Sharon leaned down and pinched the teen's hard nipples while she was being licked.

"Oh yes, pinch my nipples," Caaisho moaned.

"Why are they so hard?" Sharon asked, loving to hear this girl degrade herself.

"Because I'm a submissive lesbian cunt-craving bimbo black bitch, in lust with hairy boxes," Caaisho replied, between hungry laps between the wet pussy lips, a little of the intimate wetness running into her nose.

Sharon reached down and roughly pulled the teen's legs apart. "Keep these limbs wide apart, you dumb black bitch."

"Sorry, Mistress," Caaisho apologized, as she spread her legs wide open for easy access.

"Bad girl!" Sharon scolded, slapping the teen's fat pussy lips.

"Oh yes! So sorry, Mistress," Caaisho moaned loudly at the intense pleasure.

"You want to be disciplined?" Sharon asked, as she began grinding on the teen's face, coating the face with her wetness.

"Yes, Mistress, punish your dumb black slave," Caaisho answered, realizing she was taking American black civil rights back generations with her responses. She could feel the wetness all over her face. Her forehead. Her hair.

It was like a facewash. One of her brothers had given her a snow facewash during that first winter in America on a ski trip to Smuggler's Notch Resort in Vermont. This experience was similar, except it was warm and delicious.

Sharon slapped the teen's twat three times.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Caaisho screamed into the pussy on her face. Her words were stifled, but the pleasure and pain principle really came into effect.

"Oh yes, you're such a good bad girl," Sharon said. (This was one of the rare times an oxymoron actually worked.)

Caaisho did indeed feel like a good bad girl. She wanted to be the best bad girl ever. She'd always wanted to be the best student in school (and had usually succeeded), and now she wanted to be the best student in her newest course of studies... Cunt Worship 101.

Sharon lifted her pussy and allowed her wetness to drip onto the teen's glistening face. "Admire my pussy, my pet."

"Yes, Mistress," Caaisho obeyed, looking up at the wet pussy, staring past the abundance of wet red and grey hair.

"What do you see?" Sharon asked, giving a single spank to the wet, wet teen pussy.

"A beautiful cunt, Mistress," Caaisho answered, as a little wetness oozed out of the pussy and dripped onto her forehead.

"You can do better than that," Sharon said, giving her two slaps.

"Ooooooh," Caaisho moaned, the slaps sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She still hadn't come today, and now she desperately needed to. She answered, "I see a bouquet of red and grey tendrils, beautifully enhancing a pair of protruding pink pussy lips, that are as inviting as a pink orchid garden."

"Better," Sharon said, this time rubbing the teen's pussy for a couple seconds.

Oh, fuck yes," Caaisho moaned loudly.

"You really need to come, don't you?" Sharon asked, as wetness dripped onto the girl's face and trickled down.

"So badly, Mistress," Caaisho admitted. "Mistress Danielle didn't let me come all day."

"You poor girl," Sharon commiserated, as she climbed off of her pet and decided they'd both come together the way she loved it best... some direct pussy on pussy action.

"I know," Caaisho only kind of joked, as Sharon slowly slithered her legs between the teen's.

Caaisho realized what her Mistress was planning... just like Danielle. She recalled it was called tribbing.

Sharon's pussy rested against Caaisho's, and she began grinding slowly.

Caaisho did the same.

Sharon grasped Caaisho's leg for balance.

Caaisho mirrored her.

"Oh yes, fuck me, Mistress," Caaisho moaned, as they began grinding on each other's pussies.

"Grind on my cunt, you black bitch," Sharon ordered.

"Use my cunt for your pleasure," Caaisho replied, and as they both began grinding faster, both began writhing more, both began moaning louder, and they both had orgasms fast approaching.

"Oh yes, fuck!" Sharon moaned.

"Fuck! Rub my cunt," Caaisho moaned loudly, her long-forbidden orgasm building quickly.

"Come all over my cunt, you dumb slut," Sharon ordered, knowing the teen was close.

"Yes, yes, call me bad names," Caaisho pleaded, as she furiously ground on the older woman's cunt.

"Come now, you fucking useless black bitch, show me your worthiness," Sharon demanded.

"Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes, Mistress!" Caaisho screamed, as her orgasm finally erupted through her like a long-awaited tornado finally touching down.

"Good slut," Sharon purred, as she felt her pussy being filled with cum, which hastened her own building orgasm.

"Thank you!" Caaisho collapsed onto her back, even as Sharon kept furiously grinding.

"Get ready for my cunt cum to fill you, to claim you," Sharon growled, as she kept grinding, and then she erupted thirty seconds later, filling the teen's cunt with sprays of cunt cum.

"Yes, fill my cunt!" Caaisho moaned loudly, loving the feeling of cum gushing inside her.

"Take it all, bimbo," Sharon groaned, before she too collapsed backwards onto the bed.

Caaisho, still in her cunt-cum-craving lust, quickly spun around, even as her pussy leaked Sharon's cum out of it, and buried her face into the grey-haired box.

Sharon moaned, "Yes, lap up all my cunt cum, you insatiable slut."

Caaisho did just that, lapping up every drop of the sweet nectar that only comes from a cunt. She could never get enough. It was her new addiction. Her Mom was addicted to coffee. Her Dad to smoking. Her youngest brother to pop, and now she finally had an addiction, although not one she could share with her family or buy at a store... cunt cum.

Sharon lay still and enjoyed the teen's eager pussy, before she finally asked, "Are you still hungry?"

"I can't ever get enough cunt cum," Caaisho replied, still licking, still getting the slight tantalizing taste of the last remnants of both women's commingled pussy cum.

Wait here," Sharon said, rolling off the bed and smiling, "You really are one of a kind."

"Thank you, Mistress," Caaisho replied. "I always try to do the very best I can at whatever I attempt."

"That you do," Sharon agreed, as she put her dress back on.

"Thank you, Mistress," Caaisho repeated, loving to get positive reinforcement that she was a good pet, and a good cunt muncher.

"I'll be back soon."

"Yes, Mistress," Caaisho acknowledged, as she lay on the bed and waited patiently... her body still trembling ever so slightly from her intense orgasm... ready and willing to face whatever the rest of this night might bring... leaving tomorrow's consequences... for tomorrow... tonight she was a $15,000 lesbian slave, and she was going to make damn sure her Maîtresse de la nuit thought she was worth every penny.

An epic orgy wraps up Caaisho's wild Sunday... in chapter se