Symphony opened her eyes as he was wiping off the extra foam and looked down. "Oh, wow!"
"Pretty sexy, huh?" he smiled. He tilted his head down and kissed her denuded mound. "Smooth as a baby's bottom."
"Wow," she repeated. She reached down and ran her fingers over her mound. She wasn't sure how she would explain her new look to her husband. Hopefully, he liked it.
"Okay, girl," said Heath after he kissed the Venus mound again. "Up on your knees and turn around."
Symphony complied as if she was on autopilot. She didn't question or think. She just crawled onto the countertop and turned so that her bottom was facing the male.
"So beautiful," said Heath as he ran a finger down the valley between her bottom cheeks. He sprayed some foam onto his fingers and then ran them back through the valley, applying the lather. A few swipes of the razor later, Symphony was devoid of any visible hair from the neck down.
Heath was not finished yet. He still wanted to toy with his new toy. He slid a finger into her sex, feeling the oily wetness there and reached around her with his other hand and stroked her clit. Symphony gasped as she felt the dual assault. He stroked his finger in and out several times before removing it. Then he placed it at her little pucker and pushed.
"Oh god!" gasped Symphony as she felt the pressure on her asshole. This was yet another first for her. Nobody had ever touched her there and this male was trying to force his finger into her butt. She gasped again as the finger broke through and then started panting as it pushed deeper. She felt like she should protest but she knew it would fall on deaf ears. She had volunteered for this, after all.
Heath started moving his finger in and out as his other hand continued to strum Symphony's clit. Symphony was a symphony of little mewls and moans and coos as he moved her closer to an orgasm. He saw her sphincter gripping his finger as it withdrew and loved the sight. Soon, he would fuck her anally and let his cock enjoy the tightness.
The fingers were unrelenting in marching Symphony toward the inevitable orgasm. She couldn't believe that she could be aroused by something as crude as anal penetration but her body was clearly being pushed to a climax. Before long, she tensed and shuddered and let out a soft groan. She had climaxed again.
Less than a hundred miles away, Tracy walked into Erika's office. "I've just been reviewing the contracts. Why do we care if the girls want to water ski and surf?"
"Huh?" asked Erika with confusion written all over her face. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, on the questionnaire that we attach to each contract, we don't ask about running or exercising or tennis or golf, but we ask about water sports. Why do we care if they will swim or not?"
Erika laughed. "That's not what water sports means. It means urine. Some dominants like to pee on their subs or have their subs drink their piss. We let the girls prohibit that along with a lot of other types of activities."
"Oh," replied Tracy. "I had no idea. That's a crazy thing to call it."
"Uh oh," said Erika all of a sudden. "If you didn't know that, I wonder how many of the girls didn't know that."
"Uh oh is right," agreed Tracy. "How many of the girls have set that as a limit so far?"
Erika pecked on her keyboard and brought up a report onto the screen. "Only one has set it as a limit."
"Uh oh," repeated Tracy. "The others must not have understood what it meant. I can't believe that many girls would agree to drink piss; even if they were exploring fantasies."
"For those who haven't been placed yet, it's easy enough to contact them and make sure they understand."
"What about the ones we have already placed?" asked Tracy.
"Well, I'm not sure," said Erika. "I was going to visit Symphony's owners tomorrow. I can check with her and let them know if she wants to exclude it."
"That's a start," said Tracy. "But think about how we handle the others. This could create some ill will and hurt referrals."
Chapter 4
It was already too late when Erika arrived at the Whitcomb home the next morning. They were expecting her. She had made an appointment for ten AM and showed up promptly. This day, she was dressed more casually in a khaki skirt, pink cotton blouse and sandals. She reasoned that she should not dress formally for her field visits since she would be visiting people in their homes where they would likely be dressed casually.
By the time she arrived to check on Symphony, however, the slave already had a belly full of pee.
"I'm afraid we may have purchased defective merchandise," said Heath after they sat down at the table on the patio.
"Yes," added Heather. "She's perfect in so many ways. But there is a flaw. And now, we have no way of knowing how many other flaws exist."
"I'm surprised," said Erika. "Slave number 090003 screened perfectly for your profile. Tell me what happened."
The two owners described the events. Frequently, one would start a sentence while the other finished it, the way that married couples often do. But they were able to relate the events that had occurred so far with their slave.
The first day had gone well. The delivery went fine. They were exceedingly pleased with the quality of the object that was delivered to their home. They described how beautiful the girl was and how nicely she blushed.
Heath described how fuckable the girl was and how her nubile body was able to bring him back to erection so easily. Erika found it comical how Heather kept finishing Heath's sentences as he talked about his climaxes even though she had not been a participant or even a witness.
The problem occurred this morning. They had studied the contract carefully. First, they did not want to violate the agreement in a way that could bring a lawsuit that could jeopardize their wealth. Second, and equally important, they wanted to respect the girl's wishes and even help her explore things that she wanted to explore.
They had found some areas of mutual interest and they tried to introduce one this morning. Heath had a fantasy about having a human toilet. In her checklist, Symphony had indicated an interest in water sports. The match was perfect, or so they thought.
The girl had slept in their bed the night before. Since Heath had monopolized the girl for the afternoon, Heather claimed Symphony for the night. Heather slept in the middle of the bed and spooned with Symphony who now had her wrists bound in front of her and wore a collar. Heath slept behind Heather and was welcome to spoon with her or not. But Heather was determined to enjoy her new toy. She let her hands roam freely over the smooth, supple flesh until sleep finally overwhelmed her.
It was in the morning that disaster struck. Heath woke up with a raging erection and he had to pee. He reached across his sleeping wife and shook Symphony awake. It took a few moments for Symphony to orient herself and recognize where she was but she quickly fell into role.
"Come girl," whispered Heath. "I need relief."
Symphony immediately understood that she was expected to service her new master and slipped out of bed. She walked around the bed to find him with his feet on the floor and leaning back slightly with his cock pointing outward.
"Kneel."
She knelt. She didn't even wait for the next command. She knew what was expected of her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the turgid shaft, letting it glide into her mouth.