Instead, the Mistress seemed to look forward to her sessions with Papa. Once the secret was out in the open, she even had her slave girls prepare her for her evenings of incestuous debauchery. They would bathe their mistress and preen and pamper her and send her on her way to her illicit rendezvous.
On a recent evening, she surprised her two girls. "I'm going to be his little slave girl tonight. Put this in."
Gabrielle held out a small felt box which Emily accepted. She gasped when she opened it. Their steel nose rings had been cut off and long ago discarded. In the box was a new, beautiful gold nose ring. "Are you sure, Mistress?" asked Emily.
"Yes, pet. I'm sure."
Emily nodded and tilted Gabrielle's head back. Then she carefully fit the ring through the hole that had been punched in the mistress' septum by the outlaws. She clicked it shut and then rotated it so that the place where the two ends fit together was hidden. She let it fall onto her mistress' upper lip and then stepped back.
"How does it look?" asked Gabrielle.
"It's beautiful, Mistress," replied Sarah who was feeling pretty uncomfortable with the idea of her mistress being a slave girl. "It makes you look very exotic."
"Good," smiled Gabrielle, feeling the metal lying on her upper lip. "Now you can shave me."
Sarah gasped this time. "Are you sure, Mistress?"
"Yes pet, I'm sure. I want to surprise him."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll be surprised, Mistress," said Emily.
Sarah got the supplies that she and Emily shared to keep their pussies smooth. She knelt between her mistress' thighs and lathered up the mound before starting to swipe the razor across it. When she had finished, Gabrielle lifted her legs and spread them wide. "Check for any strays."
"Yes, Mistress." Sarah swiped the razor a few more times and then ran her fingers over the areas that she had just deforested. Gabrielle was positively flowing as Sarah ran her fingers across the slick labia. "Smooth like a baby, Mistress."
"Good girl," smiled Gabrielle.
There were many remaining preparations. Gabrielle was going all out. She had the girls cuff her wrists and lock them behind her back. She had them attach clamps to her nipples and ruby pendants dangled from the crushed buds. She had them attach a diaphanous veil that covered all of her face but her forehead and her big, beautiful brown eyes. Then she had them oil her bottom.
"Mistress?" gasped Emily as she heard the latest command. "Why are you doing all of this?"
"To please Papa," said the mistress who was a slave for the night. "I talked to Rosalita last week. She used to be Mama's handmaid. I told her that I give myself to Papa occasionally and asked her what Mama used to do that he liked. She gave me all kinds of ideas and being his slave girl was one of them. Taking her anally was another."
"Have you ever done that?" asked Sarah. And then she remembered the outlaws raping all three of them during their captivity and frequently claiming their bottoms. "Oh yeah. I remember. But do you like it?"
"No," replied Gabrielle. "Not particularly. But this is a gift for Papa."
"I'm sure he'll love it, Mistress," said Emily. "And I hope you do too."
"Me too, pet. Now oil me up."
"Can you bend over, Mistress?" asked Emily.
Gabrielle moved her feet apart and then bent at the waist, grasping her calves. Sarah poured a little oil between the firm bottom cheeks of her owner and Emily rubbed it around the pink little pucker. Sarah poured a little more and Emily rubbed it around.
"Inside, pets," instructed Gabrielle. "You have to get it inside."
Emily groaned at the latest instruction. She pointed her finger at the center of the little rosebud and reluctantly pushed her finger forward. The little opening yielded and the tip of her finger slipped into her mistress' bottom. Gabrielle moaned at the intrusion.
"More oil, sis," said Emily as she slowly moved the tip of her finger in and out. Sarah poured more oil between the cheeks and Emily took advantage of it to push her finger deeper. Finally, she had her entire finger embedded in her mistress' ass and was pumping it easily in and out between the firm, rounded globes. Gabrielle was panting, taking rapid breaths as she adjusted to the finger.
"Are you okay, Mistress?" asked Emily.
"Yes," panted Gabrielle. "Another finger. He's big. Prepare me."
Sarah sucked in her breath at that command. She never would have guessed that they would have to prepare their mistress this way.
Emily pulled her finger back out and then placed two of them together. She worked more slowly now and Sarah poured more oil to help as Emily pushed. Emily got one finger in and pulled it to one side to get the second finger into the beautiful ass. Soon, both fingers were pumping in and out. Sarah poured a little more oil and watched as her mistress prepared for her lewd rendezvous.
Gabrielle started moaning at Emily's manipulations. Sarah set the bottle aside and knelt at her mistress' head, kissing her. "Are you okay, Mistress? May I pleasure you?"
"No, no, no, no," moaned Gabrielle. "Don't let me cum; not yet… not until master says."
Both girls raised their eyebrows at this remark. They weren't sure what was going on here with their mistress but they were both worried that things might be changing.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" Gabrielle moaned. Emily stopped all movements of her fingers and then just held them still inside of her mistress.
Sarah giggled and leaned forward in her kneeling position. She captured one of Gabrielle's nipples between her lips and pulsed it and the ruby ball a few times before releasing it. "You're a slave girl," Sarah giggled again. "You can't tell us what to do."
"Sarah!" warned Gabrielle.
Sarah giggled again and nipped the other nipple with her teeth, careful not to dislodge the nipple clamp. "Yes, girl?" Another nip with her teeth drew a gasp out of Gabrielle. "Was there something you wanted to say?"
Gabrielle started moaning again as Sarah held the nipple in her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. Emily started slowly moving the fingers again but both girls were cautious. They wanted to raise their mistress to a fevered pitch but they didn't want her to pop; at least not yet. They would simply make sure that their newest slave sister was highly aroused and ready to serve her new master. But they had no idea how this would turn out. They just hoped that this was all a game. But who knew?
The final preparation was Emily's idea. They hardly ever wore collars and, when they did, it was purely for ornamental purposes. But they each had one. Emily retrieved hers and, in a short ceremony, their mistress was collared by the ornate band of gold. It was a little more snug on Gabrielle than it was when one of them wore a collar. But it fit fine and provided a nice finishing touch, clearly signaling that their mistress was a slave; at least for tonight.
"Let's deliver her to Master," said Sarah, barely able to stifle a giggle.
"Wait!" protested Gabrielle. "I can find my way on my own."
"She might try to escape, sis," said Emily to Sarah. She was having difficulty controlling her giggles. "We should deliver her."
Gabrielle groaned as Sarah attached a leash and then groaned again as she was tugged forward by her two impish slaves. This was going to be embarrassing, she could already see.
"We brought you a gift, Master," said Emily as they entered Papa's suite. Gabrielle was blushing furiously at this point. Sarah tugged her forward and then helped her to kneel as the two blonde beauties stood on either side of her for a moment.
"My, oh my," grinned Papa. "Today is my lucky day. Thank you for the gift, girls."