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Evolution
By Jennifer Campbell
Chapter One
Pinnacle of Despair
The days seemed to pass so slowly in this submissive crucible I had placed myself into and I was beginning to doubt myself. Sweet Petra had opened my eyes to the possibilities my novice training presented, but as this slavish hell Miss Pink had created for me continued I wondered would I survive?
Of course Miss Pink was now Mistress Cassandra, our novice instructor, and my personal tormentor. Unfortunately, she had gotten wind of Lionel Aldridge’s visit to the Mansion this coming weekend and she was going to go out of her way to make the weekend as difficult on me as possible. Having been involved in my trials and taking, she was well aware of Lionel’s importance to me. He had played the role of Mister White, one of those who had molded me to be a Mansion slave.
The weeks of humiliation and drudgery passed slowly until the Saturday Lionel arrived for a long weekend at the Mansion. In honor of his friend and business associate, Master was having a party Saturday night and all the Mansion slaves were gathered in the great hall for the event. All my sister slaves got to don a sensuous, exposing corruption of old-style ball gowns. These tight-fitting diaphanous silk gowns had bust lines scooped so low they exposed nipples. They also flowed down to actually touch the wearer’s ankle, but only on the sides as the front and back were slit up to the waist so nearly any movement by the slave exposed her intimate parts to anyone who cared to look or touch.
However, I was not lucky enough to wear one of these stylish if totally revealing costumes as I went to the party in the role I had played since the day novice class started; as Mistress Cassandra’s bitch Fluffy. Naked, collared, and leashed, I was on my knees near Mistress’ feet, my head in the tight-fitting hood made to resemble the head of a Golden Retriever. Through the doggie snout, my breathing was hot and labored so I would have actually preferred the snout be detached as it often was to allow me to suck cock. In my anus was a large rectum-stretching butt plug which of course sprouted out to a golden hairy tail. My feet and hands had been enclosed in black, rubber mittens so they resembled paws. Of course the hand paws rendered my fingers useless to me.
Mistress snapped my lead once and as my training demanded I began to shake my bottom to painfully wag my tail in pretended excitement while forcing a somewhat muffled bark.
“See how happy Fluffy is, to be out here with all the people. What more could a slutty little puppy want?” Cassandra’s words were spoken to Selina and her pair-mate Tanya, two Mansion slaves who had no love lost for me. There going to do something to me, either painful or dreadfully humiliating.
“May we pet Fluffy, Mistress? She does like to be petted doesn’t she?”
“Why of course she does, loves her nipples pinched or tugged, and you can tease her little doggy cunt unmercifully because she knows she’s forbidden to climax except at Mistress’ command. The beautiful thing is, she can only bark, whine, or whimper so even her begging to come is canine.”
Bend forward and reaching down, Selina took hold of my real hair, the long raven ponytail which deliberately came out from under the hood to allow for the easy control of my head. Giving it a tug, she pulled my head back and at the same time straddled my back. When she sat down on my hips I groaned a little at her weight, but since my groan sounded more human than canine I received two stinging strokes of Cassandra’s crop on my bottom.
“Bad doggie, no people sounds.”
“Tanya, go around the back of the bitch and get into her cunt, frig her while I ride her ass.” Selina’s request made her fellow slave smile and she nodded and disappeared from my vision.
However it was not long before I felt her fingers worming their way into my slit, which was quite slick, as despite the pain and humiliation of this, I was turned on. I had to suppress a moan as her frigging began, but things got worse quickly.
Selina bent forward resting her tits and the soft silk gown on my back, but her purpose was to reach under me and begin to torment my breasts. With Tanya’s fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, Selina proceeded to slap, pinch, squeeze and tug at my tits. Of course this combination of sexual play and pain was just the thing to make a Mansion slave go off, but I couldn’t go off, or something much worse would quickly be forthcoming from my Mistress.
Gritting my teeth and closing my eyes, I simply suffered between the two extremes I was being subjected to, but I nearly lost control when Selina imprisoned my nipples between her fingers, pulled them out to the maximum degree my flesh would allow, and the squeezed them hard, making my eyes water.
Need to release some of this, but how?
Suddenly I realized I was allowed canine noises, and so I let loose with the loudest howl I could muster.
Of course the whole room turned to look, and eventually Cassandra tugged my leash and ordered. “Doggie noises, not wolf.”
So I let up with my howl and thankfully Selina and Tanya let up on me. When Selina got off me, I looked around and was quite embarrassed, as not only was everyone in the hall looking at me, but Lionel was standing right in front of me. The thing was it was customary at the Mansion for the guest of honor to be nude, not to humiliate, but to allow Mansion slaves to touch, fondle, suck or lick his body in an offering of their submission.
As I looked up at his ebony face, he looked down on me smiling as I guess he found my predicament amusing. “You do get into this submission thing, Jennifer. Never seen anyone who loved being a slave more, but it’s great to see you.”
I wished I could answer him as a girl, an admirer, or even as just a person, but right now I was but a doggie, so Fluffy used what she had to show excitement and I began to bark excitedly and wag my tail. Taking it one step further, I raised up my torso and my paws, pretending to beg for my African-American friend.
It’s good to see him too, all of him. He’s forty-five but look at his abs still tight, his belly flat, and the sleeping monster between those legs. Looking at his flaccid cock, I remember when I had enjoyed it before, and I hoped I would again this weekend.
Two jerks on my leash told me Cassandra wanted me down. She didn’t want Lionel to know how much I wanted to see and talk with him like a person. It was after all my invitation not my Master’s which had finally lured him here.
“Lionel Aldridge, how wonderful to see you finally come out and play. I’m Cassandra, dominatrix in charge of making something of these sluts. Fluffy is excited it seems, perhaps she craves your cock. She’s a bit of a doggie slut. Fluffy, lick Lionel’s feet to show your submission to him.” She reached down and detached the plastic dog snout from my face to allow me to accomplish her command.
Lionel’s feet were not what I wished most to lick, but it was all I was going to get for now, until I was released by Mistress to again become Jennifer. As I licked, I realized Lionel was probably confused as to why I hadn’t spoken to him. He knows we play games here, but D/s games are not his thing, he prefers the sex, plain and simple.
Unfortunately for me, Cassandra was not finished making me crazy. “Clarissa, come suck Lionel while Fluffy bathes his feet with her tongue. We can’t have him settling for a doggie blowjob.”
Clarissa, also a novice, turned quickly swinging her long auburn hair and pulling apart the front slit of her peach gown exposing her shaven pussy. Obediently she got to her knees and began to press her face to the CEO of Magnum Industry’s crotch, capturing his cock in her mouth.
Now I listened to the sounds of Clarissa’s mouth slobbering on Lionel’s cock as I licked his feet, and in a moment I felt a wad of spit fall on the back of my hood. Clarissa isn’t half the cock sucker I am, but she’s getting him, not me. When will this end?
The answer was simple; when Cassandra desired it to and not a moment before as right now she held all of us novice’s futures in her hands.
With Clarissa’s head and torso between me and Lionel’s face, there was no way I could see how he was looking about the circumstances. He had two lovely slaves servicing him, but inside I hoped he really only wanted one of us.
Now my attention was distracted by Selina’s voice as she asked Cassandra. “You going to keep them separated all weekend, not let her see him at all as a slave?”
“The whore deserves it doesn’t she? We’ll seem it really depends on what’s he’s willing to do to see her.”
Selina added a parting comment frightened me making the green light on my Mansion collar go on. “He’s her guru in a lot of ways. I think you should keep them apart, as she’ll only learn things and get stronger if she sees him.”
Cassandra didn’t respond to Selina whose anger at me sprung from her desire to have the position I was chosen to fill. Yet as for Cassandra, I wondered if I’d ever understand why she hated me so. Since the moment she had first met me as the crazy Miss Pink, Cassandra had seemed to be executing some kind of hidden vendetta against me personally.
“What’s taking so long, Clarissa, can’t you suck cock properly?” Cassandra sounded enraged at Clarissa, and I hoped I might possible get a chance where she had failed.
“Sorry Mistress Cassandra, I’m trying, really I am.”
There was a snap of Cassandra’s crop on Clarissa’s skin as the slave was dismissed.
“No, mediocre behavior will not be condoned. You’ll be punished in class Monday. We’ll have to find a capable slave to satisfy Lionel. Humm, let me see.”
“Perhaps I’ll see you and your pet later, Cassandra. Is there bathrooms off this hall, I need to pee.”
Lionel’s request gave Cassandra a wickedly humiliating idea. “Lionel, no need for a bathroom, we have the next best thing to a toilet right here. Fluffy, Master Lionel needs you to drink down his urine, so he won’t have to be inconvenienced going to the bathroom. Up, Fluffy.”
If I was a bit shocked at Cassandra’s idea, I knew Lionel must be stunned. Having no choice but to obey, I raised my torso, placed my rubber paws on Lionel’s belly, and took the head of his still erect cock in my mouth. An experienced sub, I had drunk salty urine before, but I wondered if I would this time because Lionel’s wide eyes told me he might refuse to humiliate me so.
“No, Cassandra, absolutely not. I know Jennifer personally and I’m not going to pee down her throat for your amusement.”
Mistress didn’t respond right away which I interpreted as a bad sign. I don’t think she’ll back down, but she may force him to do it.
“Well, if you insist, the bathrooms are through the entryway there two doors down on your left, but before you go, consider this.” Now Cassandra stroked me lovingly fondling my nipples and even slipping down to rub my clit briefly with her finger.
“You came here this weekend for this. You want to fuck this bitch and lie about talking with her, but if you refuse I’ll keep her as a doggie all weekend, and you won’t touch her and she won’t utter a single articulate word to you. Is that good with you, or will you pee down a slave’s throat and then take possession of her at midnight. If you do it, she’ll be yours all weekend long. Think about it carefully.”
I know what I want. A moment of humiliation is well worth a weekend with Lionel, but how do I tell him it’s okay with me.
Blinking my eyes rapidly to get his attention, I tried to let my chocolate eyes tell him, but he needed more than my encouraging look. In his smooth Jamaican accent he asked.
“Are you okay with his, Jennifer?”
I answered in the only way I was allowed, and excited bark and a furious wagging of my tail. Bending my head down again, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and soon he released his stream, turning his eyes away so he didn’t have to watch my humiliation. Swallowing the warm, acrid fluid as fast as I could, I realized he was controlling his stream so as to allow me to handle it. As I swallowed the last drops, I realized Lionel had become rock hard. I wonder if it excited him like it did me?
With his hardness in my mouth, I desperately wanted to suck him, making him come there too, but I knew Cassandra would be furious if I tried.
She must have sensed what I was thinking because she eased me back from the edge of disobedience. “Release the head, Fluffy. No cock for you tonight, well at least not before midnight. You can take possession of Fluffy at midnight at the bottom of the grand stairway. Don’t be late.”
I felt a snap and a jerk on my leash and in seconds I was crawling away from Lionel hoping I wouldn’t turn into a pumpkin before Lionel rescued me at midnight.
* * * *
Mansion slaves walk about naked and collared wearing the distinctive silver metallic collar with its five emotionally linked lights. Red for sexual passion and arousal, yellow to show a contented slave, violet to indicate anger, and emotion slaves hide well, green to show anxiety or fear another often hidden slave emotion, and finally blue, the light of falsehood, only evident when a slave believes she is lying. Yet in their utter bareness and the emotional revelations of their collar, Mansion slaves are also richly decorated by their Master as they all wear Rolex watches and often necklaces and bracelets of gold, diamonds, and other precious stones.
However as I was in Mistress’ charge until midnight, I was not a Mansion slave, not even a girl. I was a doggie and as such I had no Rolex to tell me how long it would be until Lionel took possession of me. Yet finally Cassandra led me to the bottom of the white spiral which made up the grand three story stairway of the Mansion. During the last few hours she had made me lick almost every asshole in the room, Master and slave alike, and I was more than anxious to be free of her at least for the weekend.
When I did finally see Lionel he was with our Master, Keefe Murdoch, also naked and walking beside his black friend with a smooth confidence I always admired. The curly brown locks and swimmer’s physique had changed little from the first time I saw him. His voice and authority still melted me, making him my Master.
“Keefe, did you come to see Fluffy too? My, our slutty pooch has many admirers, perhaps too many.”
There was a syrupy sweetness and underlying anger in Cassandra’s words, and I for one had never understood how she got away with it in Master’s presence. While the rest of his staff did not act as we slaves did in front of him, they addressed him openly with respect if not outright affection. Cassandra seemed the only one not to do so.
“I wanted to ask, Cassandra, why you are subjecting Jennifer to these endless humiliations and not the rest of the novices too?”
Cassandra glanced at her Rolex and saw she still had full control of me for another seven minutes. Grasping my tail, she jerked and pulled upon my anal plug making me squirm in reaction to the pain. Soon I felt her crop sting my bottom in response to my squirming.
“Calm down, Fluffy, you horny bitch, you’ll get to fuck Lionel.” Turning her head to Master, she finally answered his question, as if she had graced him with her answer.
“Isn’t it obvious? I mean she is already slated and paired to take over as first slave when dear Gail steps down. I’ll bet if you polled all your slaves they would all think her submission needs to be tested beyond the average point, so she can be as fine an example as Gail has been.”
Even I had to admit it was a logical well thought out answer and I was not surprised when Master moved on to a different subject, not challenging his employee on her answer.
“But you are going to release her at midnight to Lionel. He is after all our guest of honor and I want him to enjoy his weekend.” Master stressed the word I to let Mistress know he would be unhappy if she were to back out of her promise.
“As I promised, Keefe, in exactly four minutes, as long as she obeys.” Cassandra now lowered herself to my level, and pulled my ponytail back at the same time slipping fingers into my pussy. Being as out of this world horny as I was, my red light had been on or flashing all night, I squealed and got a vicious spank on my bottom for my trouble.
“Fluffy, but my goodness, you are soaking down their in your doggie cunt.” Cassandra withdrew her fingers and held her hand out just under Lionel’s nose.
“See, she’s ready for your big black cock, Lionel. You should thank me for getting your bitch so stewed up.”
Lionel said nothing, but Mistress wasn’t having it. He would acquiesce to her.
“I said you should thank me for working your bitch into a lather. You aren’t going to piss me off and make me reconsider by not being polite, are you?”
Master looked at Lionel and nodded his head asking his friend to thank the dominatrix as she required. Cassandra even seems to wield a power over Master, but how after all he is her employer.
“Thank you, Cassandra, for heightening Jennifer’s arousal and thereby enhancing her evening.”
Everything seemed to stand still for the remaining moments I was Fluffy, until Gail arrived at the critical moment.
“What is going on, Master? May I serve anyone?” Gail was holding two drinks in her hands, which she quickly gave to Master and Lionel, and then she opened her sage green gown to display her pussy and her neatly trimmed blonde pubes. Her pussy hair was, believe it or not, a mark of the first slave, as she was the only one of us who was allowed pubic hair at all, the rest of us being shaved bare.
“Nothing, Gail, at least nothing of interest to you.” Cassandra twisted and turned my tail plug to eventually pull it out and then she unzipped my hood. Unclipping the leash from my collar, she gave me a parting slap on my ass.
“Monday, bitch, you’ll resume being Fluffy in class.” With those words, she turned and was gone, leaving us all looking at one another.
Gail reacted quickly, helping me up to my feet. As I rubbed life back into my sore knees Gail seemed indignant about Cassandra she addressed our Master.
“Is this necessary, Master? I know she is in charge of the novices, but she has been humiliating Jennifer all night, in fact all the time, way more than the others.”
Lionel added his two cents. “It does seem over the top, Keefe. Why is she singling out Jennifer?”
I was amazed because for the first time in my life I saw indecision on my Master’s face. He doesn’t want to confront this issue; in fact he may be afraid to.
Master turned to me and asked. “Can you deal with this, Jennifer? I mean for a while longer.” His eyes looked like they were pleading with me. What power does she have over him?
“If you wish, Master, for you I will take it for as long as is necessary.”
Less than five minutes later I was tumbling in the navy blue satin sheets of the Mansion guest room with Lionel’s dark erection gripped in my white fingers. I swallowed the blossoming dick with my mouth with all thought about what was up between Master and Cassandra gone from my head. We had simple sex, I being treated as a woman rather than a slave, and he behaving as a man not a Master. We moved almost wordlessly, knowing each other wanted climax after this night of unending arousal. Our carnal dance went on until we both were unable to climax any more.
I had never felt more safe and sheltered than I did later on, lying in Lionel’s arms with my need satisfied for now. However it was when he did an unusual thing I realized how much this man might mean to me. Softly at first, but with increasing volume and bass, his sexy Jamaican accent began to sing to me one of my favorite songs.
“Come, Mister Tally man, tally me banana, daylight come and I want to go home.” Lionel squeezed me tight, like a lover would before he continued with the chorus.
“Day O, me say day o.”
Happy in his arms listening to his melodic voice, I noticed the curtains lightening, and I pointed at them. He understood and he released me taking my hand to lead me to the balcony. As he pulled the curtain back, I gasped and glorious splendor of the sunrise over the Mansion grounds. Lionel opened the sliding door and we both walked naked out into the first light reveling in the tall oaks, maples, pines, and spruces which crowded around the manicured lawns, paths, pools, and fountains. Lionel wrapped his arms around me and pointed to the center fountain, and I saw how the light had dappled with the spray to create and early morning rainbow just for us.
Is this just happening randomly because he’s a man and I’m a woman, or is there a reason I feel like I do when he is with me. These things seem to mean so much more when I shared them with him.
Lionel leaned over and whispered in my ear, finishing his song for me. “Daylight comes and we want to go home.”
Chapter Two
Discoveries and Revelations
When we woke up again, it was well past noon and I was still in his arms, the sheets in disarray around us. For me it was odd to have a door ensuring privacy and I could not find a single camera in the room. I slipped out of the bed and went to the bathroom finding it normal, without any of the restraints and odd missing pieces incorporated in a slave’s bathroom. It felt luxurious to sit on a toilet seat and pee, rather than squatting over a bowl and eliminating like a bitch would.
Anxious to have him wake so our conversation could begin, I wiped myself and went to the bed, nuzzling my face into his neck while whispering gently to him. “Wake up, Mister White. Your slave needs you, and your wise consul.” I called him by the name I had first known him by.
He pulled me close and squeezed me, kissing me and rolling me over his body back onto the sheets.
“Hey, you were awake, were you just spying on me, waiting to see what I’d do?”
“Guilty as charged. I wondered if you’d leave after the sex, or if you’d want to stay?”
“Did staying please you? Was it the reaction you hoped for?”
Laughing, he kissed me again, but then pulled me out of the bed without an answer. “I’m hungry, time for breakfast.” Leading me to a chair by the small table out on the balcony, he issued me instructions as if he were my Master.
“Sit and I’ll order us breakfast from the kitchen, and we’ll talk about ships and sails and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings.”
As he walked back inside, I breathed in his scent wafting in the late summer breeze. He has me on the edge of my seat to talk to him, hell to do anything with him.
Inside Lionel picked up the phone and dialed the kitchen extension. “Lionel Aldridge, I’d like blueberry pancakes and syrup with sausages for two sent up to my room, and add a pitcher of Mimosas with a slave girl to serve the meal.” Returning to the balcony, Lionel sat down beside me.
“You like blueberry pancakes?”
“Yes, Lionel, I do, but can we talk about things here?”
“What did you have in mind?” He smiled showing his sparkling whites.
“You never answered me before. Did it please you my not leaving after the sex?”
“Of course it did, Jen, I didn’t answer because I thought the answer was obvious. I like you, a lot.”
Well, I’m sorry to be so needy when it comes to you, but I just needed to hear you say it.
Picking up the thread he left me, I continued. “Can you define a lot?” Suddenly I realized my level of anxiety had risen to that of a school girl asking her first cute boy if he would sit with her.
“Define it. Well right now it’s hard to define, principally because you are so different from any woman I’ve ever encountered.”
“You mean me being a slave to another man, right?” I was certain this would be the reason if Lionel and I failed to connect.
“Not sure, I’ve been involved with Keefe and his sexual games of dominance now for four years, fucked many of the women in this house, and never thought it was about the games for me, just the sex with these lovely women. However with you, it’s different.”
Damn if her didn’t stop, not elaborating on what different meant and thus making me crazy to know. “Different, in what way?”
Now he shook his head. “Not sure yet, but I’m going to find out, and when I do you’ll be the first to know.” He placed his hand over mine on the table as if he knew it was not the answer I wished to hear.
I was about to babble about spending more time together or how good we seemed together when fate stepped in as there came a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it, must be breakfast already.” Lionel got up and I sat pensively, hoping I could get more out of him later.
When Lionel opened the door, Simone stood in nothing but her Mansion collar holding a covered silver serving platter. The French girl had been randomly chosen to serve us breakfast and was completely unaware I was even there in the suite.
“Your name, slave?” Lionel inquired reaching to touch her firm breast.
“Simone, Master, what do you desire?”
“Right now your unquestioned obedience in a little game I’m going to play with my guest. You know her, she’s a slave here, Jennifer.”
Simone’s eyes glinted with recognition, and curiosity, but as a slave she showed none of this, answering as her station called for. “Yes, Master, I obey willingly.” She was after all a novice like me and the last thing she wanted would be to displease one of Master’s honored guests.
“Okay, now I’m not going to give you a lot of commands, but I want you to act in a brazenly sexual manner toward me. You have permission to touch me of do anything sexual to achieve this goal. The goal would be to incite jealousy in Jennifer if there is any there to incite. Do you understand?”
Simone nodded, but she added a question. “Miss Jennifer, she will eventually understand this is play acting, not real, Master? I do not wish for her to be angry with me.”
Lionel smiled, knowing she did understand because her question indicated her concern about offending me or losing me as a friend. “Yes, Simone, shortly after you leave, she’ll be told. No blame will be placed on you.”
Lionel lead the way to the balcony table as Simone followed with the tray. When they entered the balcony, I immediately wondered why Lionel had requested a slave to serve us.
Sitting down, Lionel commanded Simone to serve us our meals, and the French slave uncovered her tray and placed a plate with three pancake stacks in front of each of us. She went to Lionel and began to pour warm maple syrup on his stack while pushing close to him her breasts nearly in his face. After she served me, Simone poured mimosa mix into champagne glasses and Lionel said something interesting to her.
“Excellent, now how about a massage while I eat.”
I was immediately incensed for if Lionel had wanted a massage why hadn’t he asked me.
Simone moved behind Lionel and began lightly rubbing his broad shoulders in a massaging manner, which was bad enough, but then she dipped down and kissed his neck.
What the fuck is going on here?
However Lionel did nothing to discourage her, in fact his response was to encourage her. “Nice, more of that, you Mansion slaves are so devilish.”
Emboldened, Simone kissed his neck more, licked his ears, and unobtrusively let her fingers find his nipples to bring a sigh to his lips.
Lionel was casually eating his pancakes and sipping Mimosa while this went on, while I hadn’t really touched my meal, fuming with the green-eyed monster at what I was seeing.
Simone snaked her hand down to reach Lionel’s crotch, taking his manhood into her tiny hand. Squeezing it playfully, she began to stroke it to life.
My righteously indignant dominant side rushed to the surface and I banged the table loudly and screamed at Lionel. “Do you want me to go, Lionel? You seem to want to fuck Simone, so perhaps I should leave.” It wasn’t until it all flooded out of me I realized how jealous and unlike a slave I was being.
I watch Master use my sister slaves all the time, and a rarely have a problem with it. Why is this so different?
“You may go, Simone. Everything will be fine.”
Looking a bit flustered, Simone smiled weakly at me and hurried away. My impression was she was happy to be gone from our presence.
However now I was left to deal with the repercussions of my outburst and I started to mumble an apology to Lionel. “I’m sorry. Lionel, you’re visiting me here at the Mansion, where I am a slave. You have every right to enjoy any slave here, and I have no . . .”
“Right to object. Perfect slave obedience, being a trained sex toy, turned off when your Master isn’t playing with you so you don’t see he’s playing with another toy. Do you really believe that is what I want of you?”
It was a stunning question and one I couldn’t immediately answer. As I sat thinking, Lionel talked, drawing me another picture.
“Have you ever seen my assistant Denise?”
Not sure what this had to do with anything, I shook my head no.
“Long raven hair, chocolate eyes, breasts about your size, and an amazing work ethic. Do you think I’m attracted to her, maybe I’ve fucked her on my desk during working hours?”
I had no idea, but thinking about Lionel and the kind of a driving, no-nonsense business leader he was, I imagined not.
“I wouldn’t think so.”
“And you would be right, but her resemblance to you is strong, so why did you turn me on from the first time we met, and she did not?”