Erika gave Symphony a hug. "Because I have been a slave too. There are lots of things that I have done or had done to me. And there were some that I didn't like. That was one of the least offensive."
"Eeewwww!!!!" exclaimed Symphony. "How could you say that it wasn't offensive?"
"Come sit with me, sweetie." Erika led Symphony to a large stuffed chair and sat down, pulling the naked girl into her lap. She arranged the girl so her back was against one arm rest and her legs draped over the other. One of Erika's arms was behind Symphony's back and she lightly caressed her back. The other hand rested on the girl's belly and she stroked it lightly.
"Well, think back to what happened. It was only offensive in your mind. You probably didn't taste much of anything. At least I always found pee to be pretty tasteless. And it's supposed to be sanitary. So it's mostly like drinking warm water."
"Well, that's true," acknowledged Symphony. "There wasn't much taste. It just seemed so gross."
Erika slid her hand up and gripped the slave's left breast, giving it a light squeeze. "I know. And you don't have to do it again. Let's go through the questionnaire and make sure there aren't any more mistakes. Shall we?"
"Yes, please," said Symphony.
Erika was a bit surprised at how easy it had been to get the girl into her lap and how she had met with no resistance to the fondling. Apparently, Symphony had immersed herself into this fantasy. She suspected that the girl would have reacted much differently a few days earlier.
She also looked at the collar around the girl's neck. It was the same model that she and her slave sister had first worn after they had been delivered to their mistress' home. So she knew how painful it could be. It did not surprise her that Symphony had relented so quickly.
They went through the questionnaire line by line. Symphony had marked the intended columns for most of the activities and fetishes. But there were a few that she wanted to change.
"It means that?" Symphony asked.
"Yes," replied Erika. "Pony play is when someone treats you as if you were a pony. You might pull a cart or prance around or be shown. You wear a harness and a bridle and a tail."
"Oh, I thought it meant fucking a pony. We can change that." They put an X through "No" and checked "Yes."
Erika's hand had shifted to the right breast and she was toying with the nipple. She would squeeze it lightly and then tug on it, letting the little nubbin slide between her fingers.
"You really are beautiful," Erika said as she paused from the list. "You are remarkably beautiful."
Symphony blushed at the compliment. "Thank you. But I think you are the beautiful one."
"Thank you to you too," Erika smiled. Erika leaned down and kissed Symphony, lingering for a moment to brush the lips of the naked girl in her lap.
"Do you ever take slaves for yourself?" asked Symphony. "I could be available again in the future."
Erika smiled and kissed Symphony again. "I'm afraid I don't take slaves, sweetie," she replied. "I'm always the slave." Erika knew that comment could have two meanings. When Symphony did not press her on it, she assumed that Symphony interpreted it as ‘when I play, I always play the role of the slave.'
"But if we ever get an owner who wants two girls and is a good match for you," Erika continued, "maybe I'll throw myself in as the second girl. I would love to be your slave sister."
Symphony reached up and wrapped her arms around Erika's neck, pulling her close and kissing her yet again. "I would like that."
They went back to the list and continued going through each item. Finally, they got to water sports.
"I'll just change this one to "No," said Erika.
"No wait," said Symphony. "You were right. I think I was just being silly. I didn't taste anything. It was just such a shock, I guess."
"Yes, I'm sure it was."
"You can leave that as a "Yes." If he wants to use me as his toilet, I guess he can."
In the end, more items had been moved to the yes column than to the no column. But at least now the list truly reflected Symphony's limits. Heath was delighted with the result. For the remainder of the week, he relieved himself in Symphony's mouth whenever he had to urinate.
Chapter 5
The slavery had started on a Wednesday and now it was already Saturday. Other than the initial meal of urine, Symphony's experiences had been mostly good. There had been moments of pain or humiliation but even those had been thrilling. On the whole, this had been exactly what she needed. It was a clean, although temporary, break from the life that had been driving her toward insanity.
She was already starting to think ahead to when she might be able to do this again. She knew she would repeat. It was just too erotic and thrilling not to. But she just didn't know when she would be able to get away again. Hopefully, she could do this quarterly.
She felt surprisingly guilt-free. She had done things that had been unimaginable before. She had sex with her first woman. She drank pee multiple times a day. She had anal sex for the first time. And she had more orgasms each day than she had ever had in her life before.
And she was unfaithful for the first time in her marriage. Heath had fucked her more times in the past four days than her husband had in the past year. But she felt no guilt or remorse.
Maybe it was because she was a slave. Slaves have no choices. Therefore they can't feel guilt. But she knew that was faulty logic. She had signed up for this experience of her own free will. She chose to do this. And she knew that sex would probably be a part of it.
She would worry about guilt later. In the meantime, she was a slave. She was going to enjoy this experience.
Her current assignment was not too thrilling, though. She was moving from room to room, washing windows. The Whitcombs had decided to use their slave for slave labor in addition to sexual pleasure. But even this mundane chore was somewhat thrilling because she was naked.
Erika visited each day. Eventually she would hire and train others to perform the monitoring function but she and Tracy were handling that initially. Her routine was always the same. She would start with a brief meeting with Symphony and her owners. Then she would meet privately with Symphony. Symphony always loved these sessions. She was always nestled into Erika's lap and the beautiful tall blonde would caress her and stroke her and fondle her as they talked. For the past two visits, Erika had given her very fulfilling orgasms.
She would conclude each visit by meeting privately with the two owners. It was important that they were also satisfied because she wanted the referrals and the repeat business.
"So how is your girl doing?" asked Erika.
"She's marvelous," said Heather. "She actually seems to enjoy being a slave."
"Yes, she's a real treat," added Heath. "It's too bad we only have her for a week. Heather and I have been talking."
Erika sat back and listened. She felt like she was going to get some important feedback about her product. This was exactly why she wanted to do the monitoring visits early on. The information would help her fine tune the offering.
"What have you been talking about?" asked Erika.
"We have been truly enjoying owning a girl," said Heath. "And we have the financial wherewithal for it. We would like to arrange something more frequent and possibly even something permanent."
"Oh my," replied Erika at the mention of permanent slavery. She instantly flashed back to when she and her five friends had been ‘processed' and then sold into slavery. A little shudder rushed through her body. "We can easily set up a schedule to allow you to enjoy girls as often as you like. We currently have several who are good fits for you and more are enrolling in the service every day."