Cristina by Italian Sadist
Summary
Introduction The Slave
Chapter One The Lover
Chapter Two The Lady
Chapter Three The Torture
Chapter Four The Captive
Chapter Five The Pervert
Chapter Six The Whore
Chapter Seven Salvation
Introduction
The Slave
My name is Cristina, and I am a slave. I like the sound of this word, I
like the fact that everybody knows what I am. Becoming a good slave is
a long and difficult process, but now that my Masters have reduced me
to an obedient and submissive pet, I am quite proud of myself. They
have just given me a ring, and in less than one hour they will be home
with their guests.
I have prepared myself in the way ordained by Sara, my divine Mistress.
I have put on my chambermaid's outfit, which consists of a dress in
black stretch fabric, with short puffy sleeves. The neckline is cut
very low in front, and it is worn in such a way that all the upper
portion of my big breasts is left on display, down to the very tips of
my nipples. The pleated skirt is short enough to leave my buttocks bare
to mid-height, and in front, my whole pubic mound is fully uncovered;
of course I wear it without any panties, since intimate undergarments
are allowed only during my periods. The outfit also includes a tiny
apron, no larger than a handkerchief, and a white chambermaid's
headdress. My legs are sheathed in black self-sustaining stockings, and
I wear black shoes with 7" high heels, fastened at the ankles with thin
thongs adorned with golden buckles. Naturally, as always, I also wear
my tight-fitting collar of black leather, two inches wide, fitted with
a gleaming metallic ring in front. Then some powder on my face, with
water-resistant eye make-up. I take care first of all to stand before a
mirror and to give myself a quick appraisal: I have to admit I am quite
beautiful, especially between the skirt and the shoes, where my
carefully depilated little pussy is well displayed by my clothing. I
like its pink colour, almost red due to the treatment it received
yesterday evening. It thus is the same colour as the other hole, which
is well open like my Master prefers it to be; I have only to bow
forward, ever so slightly, for it to yawn like a lascivious hungry
mouth, which will be filled to its content in very little time.
Everything is ready for the dinner; the house is spotlessly clean and I
can afford a rest of a few minutes, sprawled on the cushions in my
corner of the room, what my Masters call "the doghouse". I am aroused
by the thought of what will be done to me tonight, even though the only
thing I know is that Klaus and Sara want to make use of me along with
two other Masters. I find myself, for awhile, fantasizing about who
they may be, what they may like... My cunt is sopping wet, and I run to
the bathroom, cleaning myself while trying to think of something else
and to fight the urge to masturbate. Back from the bathroom, I write
down my bout of excitation on the Reporting Ledger: it already is the
third such entry in one day, and I know my Masters will be quite angry
at the loss of face they will have to endure in front of their friends
on account of me. I would almost have liked to cancel what I had just
written, but the ink is indelible, and anyway, I am under quite clear
instructions to write down every single one of my infractions. Back in
the kitchen, despite my efforts to direct my thoughts to other
subjects, I could not help going over the beginning of my adventure.
