"You are very beautiful," observed the housekeeper.
"Thank you," muttered Felicity. "But don't you find it odd that I am locked up?"
"No, Miss," replied the other woman. "Many people own slaves here, although none are as beautiful as you."
"Thank you," blushed Felicity. "But are there really that many slaves?"
"Oh yes," said the housekeeper. "Many. My name is Dahlia, by the way." She stepped in front of Felicity and extended her hand. Again, Felicity blushed as she motioned to shake the hand and found both hands traveling together. This was one of those times when her hands were bound in front of her and her collar was fastened to the floor by way of a long chain.
"My name is Felicity."
"That's a beautiful name. I'm very pleased to meet you," smiled Dahlia. "There is a well known resort here that caters to the master/slave lifestyle. They were never sure if they would get into trouble with the law. So they worked with the government to create a law that allows someone to be enslaved as long as they agreed up front."
"I see," nodded Felicity as she wondered what she had told Liv that constituted agreement. Now that Dahlia was standing in front of her, she had an opportunity to look at the maid. She was beautiful with dark-complected olive skin and enchanting almond-shaped brown eyes. But it was her smile that Felicity most noticed. It was warm and disarming which was probably why Felicity had not raised her arms to cover her nudity. "How long are people enslaved?"
"Oh, that's up to the slave and the master. It can be just a day or it could be a lifetime. Most are probably enslaved for just a couple of weeks."
"Were you ever a slave?" asked Felicity.
"Oh yes!!" responded Dahlia cheerily. "It was delicious both times."
"You did it twice?"
"Oh yes," she smiled brightly with her eyes twinkling. "And I will do it again if I ever find the right master."
Felicity shook her head in confusion. This was definitely going to take some getting used to. "How long were you a slave? And was it the same owner?"
"Two different owners. Very different. And it was for two weeks each time. The first time was with a master. He kept me locked up the entire time and used me mostly for sex. But it was good sex. The other was a couple. He was very handsome with the biggest cock I could imagine. She was very beautiful. In fact, I always thought she had the most beautiful breasts in the world until I met you." She paused and reached out with one hand to lift Felicity's left breast in her splayed fingers. "You are just so magnificent."
Maybe the full day of slavery and enforced nudity had desensitized her, Felicity thought. A couple of days earlier, she would have shrunk away or maybe even slapped the girl. Now, however, she just stood still as the girl lifted her breast and ran her fingers over the flesh.
"They used me for sex, of course," Dahlia went on. "But they used me for so much more. I was displayed to others… even shared with others. I was used as entertainment at their parties and once I was even used as furniture. I was a footstool for the master while he read one night. It was just so exciting. I'm getting tingly just thinking about it."
At first, Felicity did not respond. This was all so confusing that she didn't know what to say. But then she found her voice. "Well, you are very beautiful. I can understand why anyone would want to own you." Did those words really come out of her mouth, she wondered.
"Thank you," Dahlia smiled brightly and leaned forward to kiss Felicity on the cheek. "You are so kind."
Felicity opened her mouth to speak but was cut short as Liv reentered the room. "What do you think of my new toy?"
"She's delightful, Miss," chirped Dahlia. "You have chosen well. May I play with her some time?"
Liv smiled. "Of course you may, Dahlia. But it will probably cost you."
"Oh," sighed a crestfallen Dahlia. "I don't have much money."
Liv chuckled. "I wasn't thinking of money. You have other assets with which to barter."
"Oooooo," squealed an excited housekeeper. "I would be happy to trade."
Again, Felicity shook her head in disbelief. She wasn't sure if she understood the exchange. But if she heard it right, she had just witnessed Dahlia agreeing to become Liv's slave in order to be able to play with her. This certainly was a different kind of place. Well, at least Dahlia did say that she enjoyed being a slavegirl.
"In the meantime, why don't you finish your work au naturel? It will give me an opportunity to appraise a potential acquisition."
"Yes, Miss," giggled Dahlia as she whipped off her sarong and tossed it onto a chair. No further disrobing was necessary since she had been naked under the sarong.
"Very nice," smiled Liv as she slowly circled the housekeeper. "What do you think, Felicity?"
"I think she is gorgeous," Felicity responded truthfully. And she was gorgeous. She was a trim svelte little package with lovely curves and compact little breasts with pronounced and very stiff nipples. Dahlia finished the day without a stitch of clothing and immediately stripped when she showed up for work the following day.
The gardener was another story entirely. After her initial encounter with Dahlia, Liv told Felicity to take some lemonade to the gardener. Felicity just stared at Liv, dumbfounded, before saying, "You are kidding, right?"
"Of course not. It's hot out there. I'm sure he would appreciate it."
"Liv, I can't do that!" Felicity protested. But when Liv picked up the spatula, Felicity quickly agreed. "Okay, okay! I'll do it. Just don't hit me again, please."
Liv smiled and gave a nipple a tweak. "Good girl." Felicity's chain was removed and she was hobbled again before Liv sent her on her way to the garden. She had to concentrate on her short steps to make sure she did not fall but was successfully able to negotiate her way to the gardener.
"Would you care for some lemonade?" she asked bashfully.
"Well would you look at that?" replied the man as he stood up. "An angel has come to save me from the heat."
Felicity blushed but held out the glass for him. He was a big man, tall with broad shoulders. He wore jeans and boots but was bare-chested, letting Felicity see his finely carved torso. And he was black. Felicity cast her eyes down as soon as he took the glass and wished that the ground would swallow her up.
"You are a sight for these sore eyes. I could feast my eyes on you all day. But that would only heat me up instead of cooling me down."
Felicity kept her eyes on the ground in front of her and remained silent.
"Do you have a name?"
"Felicity, Sir," she replied.
"Mine is Maxwell," he went on. He asked her age and how long she had been owned. When she told him that it had only been for a day, he laughed. "A day, huh? Well you must still have butterflies in your stomach. They all are so excited in the beginning."
Liv showed up again and wrapped her arm around Felicity's waist. "What do you think about my latest acquisition, Maxwell?"
"Beautiful," he replied. "Truly an angel."
"Yes she is," Liv smiled. "An angel. And I might share her with you on special occasions."
"That would be very kind of you, Ma'am. I do have a birthday coming up in a couple of weeks."
"I'll keep that in mind, Maxwell. Now I have to get my pet out of the sun." Liv guided Felicity back toward the house and Felicity once again felt her head spinning. So far today, she was not only owned by one person but had been offered to two others.
That was two days ago. Since that time, Dahlia had been the naked housekeeper and tried to spend as much time as possible in whichever room Felicity was bound. Maxwell received his lemonade several times a day and always enjoyed the sight of the naked slavegirl walking across the lawn with very short steps.