Mistress Sari III

"Oh!" Sari cried out as her lovely slave girl dropped the sponge and set to using a very different item on her. "But... oh... oh..." The warm water still poured down upon her, washing the sweat and dust from her.

"Oh... oh..." Sari's moans became louder, her pants more frequent. She... oh...

"Oohhhhhhhhh!"

.....

A moment's silence and then she fell back against the wall, head back, eyes vacant, mind lost and wandering.

"Wow," she whispered. "Uh... uh..."

She turned off the water and stepped down from the shower, water trickling down her body.

"Are you... do you feel... ah... clean enough?" Myya simply smiled.

Sari felt clean now at least. The coal dust had been washed from her. She stood there for a long time, panting, looking at Myya who still knelt in the shower cubicle, hair dripping wet, eyes aglow.

"Wet," Sari said. "Dry. Towel." She seemed incapable of thinking clearly. She picked up a towel and started to rub herself down. As her hand brushed against her groin, she felt tingles of electricity run through her and she moaned again.

Oh... what was she doing to do with a slave girl as beautiful and wonderful and... and beautiful as Myya? Many more days like this and Sari felt as if she might not make it through this cruise, although she could think of many worse ways to go.

What to do with Myya?

An idea came to her. She remembered her original idea of what to do with a slave girl. Treat her the way Sari herself liked to be treated as a slave girl.

"Step out of there and stand up," she instructed. Myya obeyed. "Legs slightly apart."

Sari fetched a clean towel and began to dry down her new slave girl. She was very slow and careful and deliberate. She slid the towel gently over Myya's breasts, caressing and rubbing them with the soft fabric of the towel. She slid it across Myya's belly.

"You're beautiful," she whispered, standing behind her slave girl, pressed up so close behind her, sliding the towel down Myya's legs, first the outside of each thigh and then inside, bringing it gently up between her legs, drying her thoroughly.

"You're very good at that. It's... different being a Mistress with a slave girl. Very different. You might try it one day. I could be your slave girl. How does that sound, darling? Well, maybe later."

Myya did not answer. She bit her lip but was unable to prevent a low moan leaving her mouth as Sari brought the towel in between her legs, rubbing it back and forth gently.

"I was thinking what to do with you. I have some ideas, but i'm really not sure about some of them. So I thought... what do I like when I'm acting as a slave girl?"

Sari pressed herself even tighter against Myya's back and kissed the side of her neck, brushing aside a lock of damp hair.

"I like to spend time in bed with my Mistress," she said huskily.

She spun Myya around and kissed her, hungrily, passionately, lovingly, pressing her body against her slave's.

"So that's what we'll do," she whispered. "Go to bed. And stay there until I come up with any other ideas. Or... you know... until the cruise ends. Whichever comes first."

And, still holding Myya tightly, Sari lurched towards the bed.

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