Mistress Sari

It felt... strange leading a slave girl behind her. Sari was used to being the slave girl and walking behind her Master or Mistress. That gave her something to look at. This way around felt unusual. She kept having to stop and look back to make sure Myya was still there.

Eventually, they reached their cabin. Sari wanted to collapse. She was more tired than she realised. Shovelling all that coal was very tiring. Sleep might be nice.

But she had a slave girl to look after. A naked, beautiful, wonderful slave girl.

Myya looked at her, eyes wide and patient.

Sari looked at her, kneeling there on the floor obediently and she had to fight the urge to drop down to her knees herself.

Sari stayed still, staring at her new pet. Her new slave girl. Naked and cuffed and... hers... The sense of power filled her. this was.

"Shower!" she said, breaking the fantasy. "Yes... shower... need... shower."

And she did. She was still covered with dust. Her lovely pink bathing suit was sticking to her with sweat and her hair was lank and mussed.

"I need to have a shower," she said again. She looked at Myya and smiled. "Undress me, slave." Was that sufficiently authoritarian? Did she sound enough like a Mistress? Mistress Ruby sounded firmer than that, Sari was sure.

She would have to practice.

Was this even the sort of thing she should be asking Myya to do? Sari remembered how much she loved undressing Mistress Ruby and Sir Chuck.

Myya stood up and paused, shifting around. "Oh, yeah," Sari said. Her hands were cuffed behind her back. "Where's the key?"

Myya shrugged. "You don't have it?" She shook her head.

Sari sighed. Mistress Ruby must have it. There were so many things to keep track of when you had a slave. Sari had never needed to worry where the keys to her chains were.

"Fine. Well, you'll just have to stay like that for a while then. Mistress Ruby said she was busy. She might come and join us later." Myya smiled wistfully.

Sari undressed herself, peeling the sweat-sodden and dust stained bikini and bottoms from her body, dropping them to the floor. She'd hoped to wear them more on the cruise. She'd have to get them washed.

She set up the shower and made to step in when she realised something.

"Myya? Are you all right?" She nodded. "You haven't said anything since I put the leash on you." She shook her head. "Why not?"

"You haven't given me permission to speak, Mistress."

"I..." Sari paused. She needed to do that? Myya was a slave, yes, but... Sari had never needed permission to speak herself. When a Master or Mistress ddn' want her to speak, they just gagged her.

"Myya. Are you playing with me?"

"No, Mistress, you're playing with me, remember?"

Sari let out a sudden, quick laugh. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Being your slave, Mistress Sari? Of course."

"I'm not a very good Mistress."

Myya simply smiled.

"Well then, slave girl. Come on, into the shower. Remember that time we were in Mistress Ruby jacuzzi during our initiation?"

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