The gardener was shirtless and shoeless, as usual, and his baggy shorts soon started to look like a tent in front. As Felicity watched, the shorts strained more and more.
"Gotta get me one of these slaves of my own," he said as he reached out to grasp one of the breasts.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Maxwell," warned Felicity. "James and Liv should be back soon."
"Hush now, baby," replied Maxwell as his other hand claimed the other breast. "I just want to use you a little. It's kind of like a tip for doing good work." He released the breasts for a moment and quickly dropped his shorts to his ankles, kicking them aside. Felicity gasped when the very erect cock sprang into view, showing her the most massive penis she could imagine. She protested some more, but to no avail. The black man stepped closer and slipped the banana out, replacing it with his huge pole and causing Felicity to moan. Despite its impressive size, it slid easily into the bound slavegirl, thanks to her constant state of arousal.
The coupling did not last long. Maxwell pounded his shaft in and out of her for about ten minutes and then climaxed. He withdrew and patted her cheek before going back outside to finish his work. "Let's do that again some time," he said as he departed.
About ten minutes later, James and Liv returned home. "You're making a mess," observed Liv. A large puddle of sperm lay on the floor beneath Felicity and the black man's seed continued to dribble out of her well used sex.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. It's not my fault."
"Maxwell?" James asked.
"Yes, Master."
"I wish I had been here to watch that," commented James. Felicity just looked at him in disbelief. She had expected him to be upset that Maxwell had violated her. At least he should be angry that Maxwell had used something of theirs without their permission. But instead, he just regretted missing the action.
Chapter 10
The following day, they went to the resort. Dahlia had told Felicity about the resort that catered to the master/slave lifestyle on her second day of slavery but Felicity had never anticipated going there. Now, she stood at the registration desk.
"And here is a copy of the scheduled activities," the receptionist said as she handed a brochure to Liv. The receptionist was a beautiful blonde who was naked other than for a silver collar. A name badge was affixed to her chest with a pin running through an obviously pierced nipple.
"Thank you, Jasmine," smiled Liv, showing that she had taken the time to read the name badge. "Are there any activities that you would recommend?"
"Oh yes, Mistress," Jasmine replied. "There are excellent activities for the masters to participate in with their slaves. There are also activities that you could sign your slave up for. And others that you could enroll in without your slave."
"What is something that we could do with our pet?" asked James. Felicity cringed as she heard herself referred to as a pet. And her self esteem was not helped by the fact that she was naked other than for the cuffs that secured her hands behind her back and the collar that Liv held the leash to.
"The dungeon is always a favorite," replied Jasmine with a smile. "We have all forms of punishment and torture equipment available, including the new sensory deprivation chamber." Felicity definitely did not like the sound of that.
"Or you could go to the spa together. You might enjoy a facial or pedicure or massage while you have your slave pierced or otherwise marked." Felicity liked the sounds of that even less.
"What activities could we send her to?" asked Liv.
"You will find those on pages three through six of the brochure. I will just highlight three of them that are my favorites. The first is the slave Olympics. The slaves compete under the supervision of strict masters and mistresses. The events are a combination of physically demanding, painful and humiliating. And there is usually a fairly large audience for the games. The Olympics are held every afternoon starting at one o'clock."
"Or you could send her to the stables for training. The head mistress there came to us from one of the finest ponygirl stables in Europe. She will turn your slave into a beautiful ponygirl. She could even pull you around the property in a cart after a couple of days of training."
"Finally, you could enter her in the nightly auction. That is always a thrilling experience for any slave. Yours is very beautiful so she would fetch a handsome price. The drawback is that you lose your slave for the designated time she is sold, which is usually 24 to 48 hours. Of course, you could also purchase a new slave for yourselves. It might provide you with a little variety." Felicity may not have liked the previous choices but this one terrified her. She could not even imagine being auctioned off to a stranger.
"Which ones appeal to you, Filly?" asked Liv once they were shown to their room.
"None of them, Mistress," replied Felicity honestly. "They all sounded very scary to me."
"Oh, honey," comforted Liv as she hugged the naked girl to her. "Don't be frightened. It's all new and everything that is new is a little scary. Even being a slavegirl would be scary to most people but you love it and you are thriving in your slavery."
"I do love it?" thought Felicity. She wanted to debate with Liv but she knew that it would be futile. So, instead, she just nodded. "Yes Mistress."
"Now let's sit down and go through this brochure together so we can pick out something fun for you together." Liv sat and patted her lap. Felicity bristled at being treated like a lap dog but chose to sit down instead of being punished.
Liv arranged the naked form to her liking, adjusting the bound arms to a more comfortable position. She reached around Felicity, cradling a breast in one hand as she held the brochure up for them both to read.
"Chain gang," commented Liv. Both women quickly read the description. "No, not for my girl," she went on. Felicity was silently thankful for the rejection because the activity would have had her bound to a coffle of slaves and performing hard labor in the sun for a day.
"Bathroom attendant," Liv read on to the next one. Again, Felicity breathed a sigh of relief as Liv rejected it. "That's disgusting. Who dreams these things up? I would never let my property do that." The bathroom attendant activity involved a slave being bound in a restroom to serve as the toilet or toilet paper or both.
"The slave Olympics do sound like fun," the mistress observed. "What do you think, Filly?"
The description of the slave Olympics convinced Felicity that it would definitely not be fun. It might be sweaty and degrading, but it would not be fun. "Maybe we should read all of them and come back, Mistress."
Liv gave the breast in her hand a loving squeeze. "Good girl. You are so right."
They read through the entire brochure together. After awhile, however, it became difficult for Felicity to concentrate. Liv had captured the nipple between finger and thumb and was playing with it. She would idly roll it back and forth or stretch it away from Felicity's chest which was very distracting for the slavegirl. Pretty quickly, it seemed that her entire world revolved around her left breast.
In the end, Liv selected two activities. It was too late in the day to get Felicity into the slave Olympics. Besides, she detected that her slavegirl was not overly keen on the idea. But she could still get in some training at the stables and then some more in the morning. So, for her first activity, Felicity was to become a ponygirl. For her second activity, she was to be sold.
"Mistress!" gasped the shocked slave. "How could you?"
"I only want the best for you, love," replied Liv. "You had slavegirl fantasies. I'm just trying to give you the best slavegirl experience I can." She continued toying with the nipple as she talked, which reduced Felicity's ability to put together a coherent argument. With her brain in such an addled state, she decided to cut her protest short.