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Amish No More

Part II

By

beagle9690













Things had settled down quite nicely in my household these past 14 months since I first acquired Sarah.
Minnie has been confined to the house, and allowing for her time -of- the month, she is required to remain naked most of the time.
When the weather permits, Minnie may go outside with me when I split and cut firewood.
Mandy's hair is again her own virgin natural beautiful honey blond.
It has grown out from a bleached blond layered pixie to a blunt bob without bangs.
Her hair is now much thicker and softer now touching the bottom of her ears and she can't wait until it is waist length again, as it was when Minerva first acquired her.

My buxom Katherine's hair is growing out nicely, being light brown in color and cut in a blunt bob just brushing the nape of her neck and with no bangs of course.
Sarah's hair is the longest of my four girls, dark brown and blunt cut, almost touching her shoulder blades.
Sarah will be keeping her eye framing long blunt bangs, as they suit her pretty face.
I prefer long hair on my girls and they will all grow it waist length for me.
It will be their crowning glory and my love reins, being most suitable to be tied to the pole if the need arises.

When Minnie's hair is long enough, she will also wear it pinned up when she leaves the house.
This is a mandate unless I give them permission otherwise, or when the whim suits me.
Katherine was uncharacteristically insolent with me one morning at breakfast and I made her go to work with her hair in childish twin ponytails, fixed just above her ears and tied with yellow ribbons.
I believe that Katherine may have been testing me and it backfired.
Not only did she go to work that day, being embarrassed with a childish, inappropriate hairdo, but also slept on the floor at the foot of my bed as a lesson to all the girls.
The following morning Katherine was as sweet as pie, going down on me until I exploded in her mouth and very attentive the rest of the day, it being a Saturday.
Mandy is the most proficient with any bun style, French twist or upswept hairstyle.
Sarah learned simple buns and braids growing up.

Naturally they will wear makeup to enhance their natural beauty.
I will allow colorful, stylish, and modest clothing, but nothing trashy or suggestive.
But not the severe Amish dress and head coverings of Sarah's past life, before Sarah became my slave.
I have on occasion required them to dress exactly alike, especially when we all go out for dinner.

I find women who wear their long hair pinned up to be very attractive in my eyes.
This type of hairstyle is elegant, practical and timeless.
It is also an issue of control, as a slave must know her place.
Minnie understood this when she was Mistress Minerva.
She understands it now and is powerless to change anything.

Minerva wore her beautiful thick and silky red hair, long.
She deliberately kept her slaves hair cut short...control and dominance.
She did not want them more beautiful then she.
Minerva wanted all the attention for herself.
She also understood my preference, fetish if you will, for women with long hair.
Minerva also teased me with her long red hair.

Minnie fixed her hair in a pretty bun on the day of her betrayal.
She thought to entice and arouse me under the pretence of making up.
As one consequence of her failed coup, I initially had her hair trimmed and thinned by Mandy every three weeks to maintain the pixie haircut that she imposed on Mandy.

I started allowing Minnie's hair to grow out seven months into her sentence.
Minnie now has a modified bowl cut, five inches long on top, the longer bowl section curving just above Minnie's ears.
It is full and thick on the back and sides.
Mandy choose this style because it will grow out easily to a blunt bob when the time comes.
Minnie hates her hair short, and even though I prefer it longer, I have decided that she will keep this style for now.
It will require her to try even harder for my attention and approval.
Considering that there are three younger slave girls in my household that have hair longer then Minnie's.

It may seem odd to some that I refer to them as girls.
This is meant to be a term of endearment and affection, nothing else.
Mandy just turned thirty-two years old.
Katherine is thirty-four, while Sarah is the youngest, at twenty-five, the baby of my slave women.
Which brings us to Minnie, the oldest.
Minnie will be thirty-seven tomorrow.

Minnie can easily pass for a woman in her late- twenties and is the most beautiful of my four slave girls.
She is the closest to me in age, I being forty-two.
Minnie is one of those rare, lucky women who will be a classical beauty well into her seventies.
Nevertheless that is how I affectionately think of them and often address them, as my girls.

I take no pleasure on the restrictions that I imposed on Minnie because of her betrayal.
They were necessary for the good of the household and Minnie is a slave, nothing more and nothing less.

Her status in the Sanctorum is now greatly diminished, being a slave and a servant to slaves.
Order and discipline must be maintained, countered with fairness and kindness.

As one of her restrictions, Minnie is mandated to sleep alone in the basement under the most Spartan of conditions.
During her first month, she was secured to her pole in a sitting position.
For the remaining time, Minnie was given a thin neoprene mat for the floor.
Then a quilt that Sarah made for her from coarse cotton material.
Minnie will sleep on the floor leashed to the pole.
A plastic bucket is provided for her sanitary needs.

On Minnie's birthday, these final restrictions will be lifted.
Minnie will to be allowed to sleep in a proper bed and given clothing.
In the event that Minnie backslides, I reserve the right to modify the conditions.

I am not one for orgies in the Master Bedroom, my bedroom.
I prefer to sleep with one girl at a time.
I must clarify what I mean by "sleep with".

At night when it is bedtime, and it is time to sleep, as we all must.
I will select one of my girls to share my bed for the night.
This includes my lady pleasuring me and I them.

For minor offences, and as a punishment, the offending girl may be leashed to the bedpost.
She will sleep naked on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Not that I have not had two or three of my girls at once.
I prefer to do this during the day.
The girls look forward to their "special time" at night.
Each of my girls has their assigned bedroom for those nights they are not with me.

Two months into Minnie's sentence, Sarah spent a night sleeping on the floor.
Sarah thought that she could punish and/or abuse Minnie when nobody was watching.
What Sarah did is not important.
It shall remain in the family and between my girls and I.

What is important is that Sarah now realizes what she done was petty
It greatly disappointed me and I expected better from Sarah and told her so in private.

Every Saturday morning I gather my girls together for a household meeting.
Any concerns and suggestions are discussed, although I remain the final arbiter.
Everyone is assigned household chores for the week.

Mandy and Katherine still have their occupations and their schedule is discussed and taken into consideration.
I allow them to work their occupations because it pleases me.
That Saturday I held court on Sarah's offences with the girls present.
Mandy, Katherine and Minnie were naked and collared then made to assume the position, which is only proper.
Sarah was stripped of her clothing and secured to the pole in a standing position.
Her hands were secured above her head and her legs were hobbled at her ankles.

Sarah was required to confess her transgressions against Minnie and then offer her a public apology.
I then removed my garrison belt and applied it to Sarah's buttocks.
Two forceful cracks for each offence against Minnie.
I let it be known that this behavior will not be tolerated by any of my girls against another.

I then released Sarah from the pole and she immediately assumed the position next to the other girls.
I adjured court and directed them to heel and then stand.

Assuming the position is common slave etiquette practiced by the Sanctorum.
The slave girl will kneel with her hands crossed, flat on the floor and with her forehead on her hands.
Her ass will be higher then her head and her feet will be together.
To heel is for the girl to kneel with her back straight and her arms straight and crossed in front.
The slave girl's head will be up, looking at her Master or Mistress.

To my surprise and satisfaction, my tearful Sarah offered Minnie her hand and quietly apologized again.
Minnie not only took Sarah's hand accepting her apology, but actually hugged Sarah tears was starting to form in Minnie's eyes as well.
Looking at Mandy and Katherine's faces I knew what would happen next.
I went upstairs to let them have their moment well satisfied with the outcome.
Minnie was showing genuine humility, one of my favorite attributes in a slave girl.
Sarah's transgression was expunged with her punishment.
I will not bring it up again.

That evening I went downstairs to check on Minnie for the first time.
Up until then the girls took care of her needs.
I ignored Minnie, never going to the basement.
Minnie immediately assumed the position.

"Minnie, heel."
I gently touched her face and then I ran my fingers through her short hair.
This was only the second time that I talked to her.
It was the first time I touched Minnie gently or showed her any affection since the Sanctorum returned her to me.

"You do not have permission to speak to me."
Tomorrow you will be allowed upstairs during the day for the rest of your sentence."
I continued to caress her face and hair, looking into her beautiful green eyes.

"You will eat your meals alone in the kitchen.
And then serve us ours in the dinning room.
You will take cooking lessons from Sarah and help her clean the house.
Every Saturday morning you will attend the household meeting
My ladies and I will discuss your progress and you will remain silent and listen.
You may use one of the girl's two bathrooms, specifically the toilet and sink.
You will now be allowed to take one cold shower a day.... alone.
Your use of hot water will be restricted to hand washing, food preparation and house cleaning.
Your sleeping arrangements will remain the same.... for now."

"Go to your sleeping mat and lie down."
Minnie quickly complied.
I attached Minnie's leash to the pole and covered her with her quilt.
I rubbed her head one final time.
That was the second time I left her crying by her pole.

Mandy shared my bed that night.
Mandy liked to cuddle and have me play with her hair when I awoke.
This was followed by breakfast in bed for two, served by Katherine or Sarah when we called for it.
On Sunday morning Minnie was to be allowed upstairs for the first time.

Mandy was full of questions, as were Sarah and Katherine.
They were excited about Minnie being allowed upstairs.
This too pleased me greatly.
I made an exception and we all had breakfast in bed together.

I answered their questions.
I implemented most of their suggestions.
Then I gave them their instructions, receiving many hugs and kisses; life was good.
Afterwards, Mandy and I showered together.
Katherine and Sarah had their showers and then dressed, waiting for us in the library.

I sent Sarah to bring Minnie from the basement while I waited in the library.
I was sitting in my favorite leather club chair with my feet on the matching ottoman.
Katherine and Mandy met them at the top of the stairs.
They all escorted Minnie to one of their bathrooms, and then their dressing room to get Minnie presentable for my viewing.

From the beginning, Minnie was given a toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, plus antiseptic mouthwash and castile soap.
All of these were necessary for her personal needs.
Previously, Minnie was only allowed to wash in the basement slop-sink.
Now Minnie was given shampoo and a conditioner and was allowed a cold shower in a bathroom.
Next Minnie will be given a full body wax.
I will allow Minnie to shave her armpits and legs, as I imagine she is quite hairy now.

Minnie covered her mouth during the wax, crying with tears running down her face.
How the tables were turned!
Minnie always kept her public hair thick & full, but also trimmed and shaped.
Shaved vaginas were for slaves...need I say more?

One Saturday during our household meeting, Katherine told me that Minnie hated needles.
That was why Minerva never wore earrings or had her ears pierced.
Each of my beautiful girls was given a gift of an identical pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings.
The earrings are a symbol of their bondage.

My ladies also share a communal jewelry chest.
It is located on the second floor in a bedroom room that I converted into a dressing room for them.
The dressing room is complete with floor to ceiling mirrors and a walk-in-closet.
The closet contains identical items of clothing in each of the girl's sizes, including for Minnie.
The room also has vanity tables and chairs.

The antique jewelry chest is the size of a large chest of drawers.
It is filled exclusively with sterling silver jewelry, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces.
It contains pins, broaches, plus hair accessories and jeweled combs and barrettes.

The chest contains just about every semi-precious stone available: turquoise, ambers, and garnets.
It holds amethysts, and onyx: lapis lazuli, tanzanite, sapphires and citrines.
I have added tourmaline and spinals, corals, jade, carnelian, jasper and aquamarine, to name a few.
Just to illustrate the variety of semi-precious stones the chest contains.
Every piece is duplicated in four.
Minerva must earn access to the chest, as she must her 18-karat hoops.

My ladies enjoy dressing and modeling for me as I delight in watching them.
Having two or three beautiful female companions while out in public, regardless of the activity shared is most gratifying.
Even at home we dress for dinner most nights.
We eat in my formal dining room.
They may make a selection of jewelry from the chest to go with their ensemble.

I make time for these life's pleasures.
My ladies obey me and follow their schedule.
They help each other out and get along like sisters.
They are sisters in bondage, but sisters in spirit nevertheless.
As I have said before, I have my own methods.

This Sunday morning, Minnie will have her ears pierced.
Katherine will perform the procedure.
Minnie will have her vertical clitoral hood pierced for an 18-karat ball closure ring because all my girls wear one.

Minnie fainted twice during the procedure and the girls teased her about it.
Finally, Minnie gained her composure and stopped crying.
They had her stand in front of the full-length mirror in their dressing room.
They showed Minnie their gold closure rings and then each of them hugged and congratulated Minerva, as they were proud of theirs.

Masters and Mistresses of the Sanctorum have offered me millions for the former Mistress Minerva.
A few of them no doubt are cruel taskmasters.
One Mistress offering to purchase her is a formal rival, in pursuit of Grand Mistress and was jealous of Minnie's beauty.
Mistress Clara would abuse and degrade her for no other reason then that she could.
The atrocities Clara would heap upon my marvelous Minerva...........

To other Dominants, Minnie is merely a novelty.
She would be a status symbol to amuse themselves and then discard.
She could be sold or traded multiple times.
At the mercy and temperament of her new owner and the luck of the draw.
Fortunately most Masters, Mistresses and Grand Masters are of my vein.
We work diligently to sanction, purge or if necessary to terminate these undesirables.
Minnie was aware of all of these things.

In my opinion Minnie used her crop far too freely on Mandy and Katherine.
Then she mostly ignored them in her quest to become Grand Mistress.
Those two months alone in the basement gave her much to think about.
Minerva has been much on my mind as well.

Sarah has been my slave the longest and knows my mind.
Me telling Sarah that I was disappointed in her and expected better of her, no doubt hurt Sarah more then the belt.
Sarah loves me as I love her.
My Katherine...my Mandy, our house would be empty without them.
In the short time I have owned them, I have grown to love them as well.
I love each girl in different way then Sarah, but none less so.
A parent with two or more children can best understand this.

I have known Minnie the longest.
First I knew her as Minerva who I met at her dance school after my acrimonious divorce.
Then as my dance partner.
We won many dance competitions together.
Finally, I knew her as Mistress Minerva of the Sanctorum, my salvation and blessing.
Minerva was my marvelous teacher, my mentor and part time lover.
Minerva, I loved her from the first.

How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse we both were.
Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words.
I have forgiven Minnie for her betrayal.

Yet a Master I remain with responsibility to the Sanctorum and the women that I love.
This is the life we chose, Minnie and I.
We are of the Sanctorum.
We must play our parts until death do us part.
I will keep my word to the former Grand Mistress Maude and to the present Grand Master Arthur.
I will work with Arthur to secure the values of the Sanctorum.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the library door.

"Come in ladies"
Katherine slid the double pocket doors open and entered the room first.
She was wearing a beautiful sea green dress.
Katherine's hair and makeup were done to perfection.
She had selected a silver and green tourmaline bracelet, ring, and chain with a heart shaped pendant to go with the dress.
Next was Mandy in the identical dress in pale blue, choosing lapis lazuli for her stone, and her hair and make-up were perfect.

Then my Sarah, my pretty girl was wearing a pale rose version of the same dress.
Sarah's hair was swept up in a French twist with two silver and red garnet hair combs gracing her brown tresses.
She was wearing a red garnet bracelet and her make-up was perfect for her, including the blood red lipstick, luscious.
Minnie entered last, naked and collared.
Minerva's red hair was freshly washed and her face scrubbed pink and glowing with health.

While confined to the basement, and per my instructions, the girls saw to Minnie well.
She received good healthy meals and multiple vitamin/ mineral supplements.
She was required to stretch and exercise.
On most occasions my ladies exercised with Minerva.
As my ladies entered they assumed the position in a neat row, right to left.
All four girls were barefoot.

"You may heel, ladies"
I put my coffee cup on the coaster.
I got up from the chair and walked to Katherine.

"You may stand Katherine my dear and I must say you look lovely this morning"
I took her hand and helped her to stand.
Katherine put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth.

"Thank you, Michael."
Katherine replied.

I put my arms around her waist and then kissed her mouth whenever Katherine tried to speak.

"If you want".... Kiss..."your lunch, Michael".... Kiss..."On time".... Kiss, Kiss....
You will have to let me go".... Kiss...."So I can set the table!"

"I'm sorry, Katherine, what did you say?
I was rather busy and my mind was elsewhere." Kiss.

Katherine put her hand over my mouth.
"I said if you want your lunch on time you have to let me go to set the table."
Katherine repeated, laughing.

"Very well then don't let me stop you."
I kissed her once more before letting Katherine leave.

"Mandy."
I offered Mandy my hand and helped her to stand.
"That color brings out your blue eyes, my little peach."
"Is my white shirt pressed, my black shoes shined, is my suit laid out and have you chosen a tie for me?"

"I'm not telling you, Michael."
Mandy said, pouting.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Because you have not kissed me yet"
"I already kissed you earlier...many, many times.
You were with me all last night, and most of this morning."

"That does not count, Michael!

"I vote with Mandy"
Sarah said, offering support.

"See, it's two against one, Master you lose!"
Mandy exclaimed, my ladies laughing, except for Minnie.

"Well then Mandy.... Sarah, we will see about that."
I will take you both on!"
With a girl in each arm, I received many kisses.
Mandy and Sarah were trying to out do each other?
Finally, declaring a truce, I sent them on their way and slid the pocket doors closed behind them.

"Minnie, you may stand."

Minnie put her hand to the base of her throat.
This is a gesture that I first taught Sarah and then the other girls.
Minnie was requesting permission to speak.

"No, you may not speak, Minnie.
Put your hands behind your head.... very nice.... leave them there"

I walked around my red headed beauty looking at her from all angles.
I cupped her breasts and stroked, feeling her nipples grow hard.

"My magnificent Minnie"
Your breasts are as I remember them, round, firm and perfect.
Spread your legs for your Master."
I stroked Minnie's smooth hairless vagina commenting.
"I like it better this way."

"Do you remember your little joke, Minnie, when you shaved me.
You said that you didn't want hair in your mouth when you went down on me.
When it was your turn to reciprocate you refused to let me shave your pubis mound.
You told me only female slaves were shaved.
As I recall you thought your little joke quite hysterical."

"As I am sure that you recall, I was a good sport about it.
I now prefer it this way and it is shaved again.
My girls prefer it that way for oral sex.
It is such a little concession to them and yet pleases them greatly."

Feeling her wetness, I again commented.
"I do not recall you being so easily aroused Minnie.... it must be your closure ring."
I stroked Minnie's vagina, parting her lips.... touching her clitoris.

"You know my dear, you have a beautiful pussy.
Luscious and plump, meant to be stroked and probed.
Assume the position."

I continued stroking Minerva's clitoris, feeling her juices flow and becoming aroused at my touch.
"A most vulnerable position, don't you agree my dear?
I could enter you right now my girl.
Perhaps I will use the crop on your exposed bottom.
I still have yours."

I removed her crop from my inner robe pocket.

"As I recall, Minnie, you were quite fond of using it on your girls for any reason.
Not that you beat them to leave welts or cuts.... but as you often told me, "To motivate".............to motivate."

"You are a very intelligent woman, Minnie, as well as a very beautiful one, plus a Harvard Graduate.
To your credit, you observe everything and take in every detail, while you analyze everything.
I will not beat you with your crop, as you have done nothing wrong.
You have not irritated or annoyed me since you have been here.
I am actually quite pleased with you."

I dropped the crop to the floor.

"Do you remember when the Sanctorum returned you to me?
I told you that you would have to earn the right to serve me.
The fact that you forgave Sarah so graciously was your first step.
Your humility makes you my ladies equal now.
You are no longer their servant and you will work beside them and learn."

"I will take you into my confidence again, Minerva.
I have decided to call you Minerva when we are alone together, such as now.
You will not repeat this, Minerva.
Although I am sure that they know it.
You are the most beautiful of my ladies.
In fact, Minerva, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.
My girls are not jealous of one another and I love them for that."

"I have been thinking much of you these past months.
How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate.... prideful...asinine and obtuse we both were.... no, make that, are.
Master, Mistress.... afraid of three words we knew to be true.
We are of the Sanctorum, you and I.
We enjoy and enjoyed our unique lifestyle and the pleasures that it brings.
Therefore, we must also comply with the mandates and accept the consequences for breaking them.
This is the life we chose of our own free will."

"I have a responsibility to uphold the values of the Sanctorum.
Order and discipline will be maintained in my household.
You know the absolute importance of this having been a Mistress.
I have a duty to the welfare of my girls and to you.
In return for loyalty, affection, obedience.... and love."

"Now for your betrayal...I forgive you.
Your punishment and penance however shall remain.
Your transgression will be expunged when the terms of your punishment ends.
I will never bring up the subject again.
Stand and face your Master, Minerva."

You have such beautiful, intelligent eyes.
Beautiful emerald green eyes and I never told you just how beautiful I thought they were.
I should have told you long before this."

Closing mine, I gently ran my hands through her short red hair.
I caressed Minnie's face and neck, moving down to her shoulders, caressing.
I continued down to her back to her trim waist, and stopped at Minnie's shapely ass and squeezed it lightly.
I moved back up, caressing and stroking until I was again was holding her face in my hands.
Sighing with pleasure, I opened my eyes and kissed Minerva's beautiful face on the cheek.

Minnie reached up and touched her cheek where I kissed her looking down.
I could see Minerva's bottom lip quiver.
It was if Minerva wanted to say something, or was about to cry.
Minerva quickly mastered her emotions and looked up.
I could see the suppressed anger flash in Minnie's green eyes, like a hot green flame.

"You have permission to speak, Minerva.
You may speak freely without fear of punishment."

I was giving her the opportunity to vent.

"You can be such a bastard, Master.
No, I take it back, you are not merely a bastard...you are a smug, insufferable bastard.
That being said, you shall have my loyalty and obedience.
I have nowhere else to go, and I suppose I should be grateful and thank you since you decided to keep me."

"May I kiss you, Master?"
Minnie asked sweetly, touching my face.

"You certainly may."

"I've changed my mind and I don't think I shall kiss you."
Minnie tossed her head, like she used to do when her hair was long.
Somehow it did not have the same effect.

"May I please be dismissed, Master.
I have my duties to perform?"

"You may address me as Michael.
After all, we do have a history together."

"Oh no, Master, that would not be proper, Master.
Since I have a choice, I will respectfully decline, Master.
I am just a penniless, lowly slave after all, with a useless Harvard Diploma.
However, I will certainly do so if you order me to, Master."

"You are dismissed, Minerva.
Sarah is probably in the kitchen waiting for you."

Just as Minnie reached the door, I said
"Minnie, wait."

Minnie stopped and turned to look at me.
"Yes, Master."

"You are welcome."

Minnie opened the doors and continued walking, swearing under her breath in Gaelic.
Gaelic was a language in which Minerva was most fluent.
Being Irish on her mother's side, Minnie was taught Gaelic on her on grandmother's knee.

"Minnie!"...........

"Yes Master."
Minerva said, stopping again and turning, then smiling sweetly.

"You have a beautiful smile.
Please bring me another cup of coffee as you know how I like."

I knew from the start how obstinate Minerva was...and how impertinent she would be.
Especially when given the chance to speak freely when we were alone.
Minnie knew better to be impertinent in front of the girls.
Minerva realized that she would be beaten if she did so, smug and insufferable bastard or not.
I also knew in my heart she would eventually come around.

If Minerva hated me, she would have told me so in no uncertain terms.
In any event, I do not desire to break Minerva's spirit.
I have no interest in a fawning drone.
I can wait her out.... I have three other girls to pleasure me.
I want her beautiful, marvelous smile to be genuine, not forced.

Minnie always enjoyed making love to me as a free woman.
Even now, Minnie will never beg for sex, no matter how much she wants it.
I can just take her if I desire, but I do not want her that way.
Minnie will figure a way around things to save what dignity she has left.
When she is comfortable with her new status and when Minnie is ready...........................

Approximately seven months into Minnie's sentence was another turning point for her.
She was true to her word, trying very hard to fit in by doing her share of the household chores and more.
I was spending more time with her.

I made it a point to kiss Minnie every morning and evening.
When I walked by her, I often touched her, with my hands lingering most intimately.
She never returned my kisses or my touches, pretending to be indifferent, although I could tell she enjoyed them.
Minnie always addressed me as Master.

The mentioned turning point came on a hot Friday afternoon in June.
Katherine and Mandy were at work.
Katherine would be home at her regular time but not Mandy.
It was the start of the wedding season.
Mandy's Salon, my Salon was booked late into the evenings.
Women and girls were getting their hair styled for upcoming weddings.
Mandy would not be home until 8:00 PM.
It was money in my pocket, but it was not as if I needed it.
I was now much wealthier then ever before.
Grand Master Arthur was true to his word when he told me, "the fifty will remember your generosity."
I was introduced to people.
This allowed me to invest in private ventures that allowed me to increase my wealth two-fold.

The mentioned turning point, the event:
Sarah and Minnie were canning blueberries in the kitchen.
There were flats of blueberries to be washed stacked on the back porch, along with new unopened boxes of canning jars.
Sarah took my pickup truck to town to buy more sugar, pectin and labels for the jars, as they would be canning pie filling and
blueberry jam.

Minnie was in the kitchen taking the blueberries out of the baskets.
She would then wash them and place them into colanders to drain.
After that the berries would be sorted for spoils and put into large bowls.
The counters, kitchen table and kitchen chairs were covered with huge bowls of fresh blueberries.
Minnie was waiting for Sarah to show her the next step in the process.

I had been outside splitting wood for our fireplaces and wood stove.
Our central air was down and I had it apart earlier that morning trying to fix it, but the compressor was shot.
I called the manufacturer's 1-800 number and ordered the part, but unfortunately it would not be delivered Monday.
I had a load of small logs delivered the day before and was enjoying my workout.
The temperature was in the high eighties and it was very muggy.

I was stripped to the waist and perspiring heavily with the good sweat of manual labor.
Minnie was in and out of the house replenishing my pitcher of ice water with fresh ice.
She checked frequently to make sure the water was fresh and cold, and I could see her watching from the window.
I did not ask her to do this, as I generally drank from the hose, and I was pleased with Minnie's thoughtfulness.

Suddenly, I heard a scream, followed by a crash.
I dropped my splitting maul and ran into the house to see if Minerva was hurt.
I found Minnie sitting on the floor in a pile of spilled and now squashed blueberries.

Minnie was allowed clothing when preparing food or cleaning with harsh chemicals.

That day, because of the oppressive heat, all Minnie was wearing to wash berries was an apron and her panties; as I have said before, life was good.

There were blueberries everywhere and empty overturned bowls were littering floor.
Bowls were overturned on the counter.
But it gets better.... well maybe not better, the kitchen faucet was broken at the base.
Water was shooting up to the ceiling and then running down the walls, and then spilling over the counters onto the floor.
I was trampling blueberries trying to get to Minnie, and was afraid that she might be hurt.
Moving the overturned chair Minnie was standing on before she fell, I knelt beside her in the mashed blueberries.

"Minerva, are you hurt?
Are you all right?"
I asked, looking for signs of any injury.

"I'm fine.
Just look at the mess I just made!"

"Are you sure you are not hurt?"
I asked, taking both of her hands in mine.

"I'm fine, and I'm sorry, it was an accident."

"What were you doing standing on a chair when there is a step-stool in the pantry?
I asked, sternly and trying not to laugh, being relieved that she was not hurt.

"I was trying to get a bowl down in the cupboard above the sink."
Minnie answered, looking down.
"It was heavy and my hands were wet.
It slipped out of my hands, and when I tired to catch it I fell and broke our sink.
I know I should have used the step-stool."

"Accidents happen, I'm just glad you were not hurt, Minerva."
I then said, helping Minnie to her feet.

I squatted to reach underneath the sink and turn off the water at the shut off valve.
The handle broke off at the stem when I tried to force it.

Getting up, I turned and saw that Minnie had taken off her ruined apron.
Minerva was now trying to reach a spilled bowl of berries that rolled up under the table.
Minnie slipped on the mess landing on her stomach.
Now my marverlous Minerva was covered front and back, the berry pulp, the juice staining her beautiful smooth skin.
Minnie was swearing under her breath in Gaelic.

I started laughing and couldn't stop.

"Stop laughing at me!
This is not at all funny.
I said, stop laughing at me, I have to clean this mess."
Minerva's green eyes were flashing with anger.

"Yes, you.... ha, ha, I, ha, ha.... you're right it is not funny."
I was trying to stifle the next laugh and keep a straight face, but not succeeding

"It is not funny...it's hysterical and you look ridiculous!"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...I...ha, ha, ha, I can't look at you."
I turned my back to her and was just shaking with laughter.

Minnie came up behind me with her hands full of squashed blueberries.
Minerva smashed them on my shoulders, and pushed her hands up my neck into my hair.
I turned to look at her in disbelief.
Smiling, Minnie reached down for another hand full of berries.
With one of slender hands full of berries, Minnie used the fingers on the other to paint my cheeks.
Minerva painted my mouth, neck and chest with berry juice and pulp as if I were her canvas.

Still smiling her beautiful smile, Minnie reached down for more.
This time, rubbing the blueberries on her mouth, neck and breasts.
Fascinated, all I could do was watch.

Putting her arms around my neck, Minnie gave me a deep, lingering kiss, tasting like blueberries.

Giving her my best stern look, and covered in blueberries, I admonished.
"I should take my belt to you for that, Minerva."

"I don't understand, Master?"
Minnie said innocently.
"Do you mean for kissing you, Master?
I asked you for your permission."

You certainly did not, Minerva."

"I most certainly did, Master."
Then she kissed me again.

"When did you ask permission to kiss me?"

"The day you first brought me upstairs to the library, Master."
She answered, kissing me again.
"You taste like blueberries, and look just as ridiculous."

"That was over five months ago for goodness sake!"

"Do you withdraw your permission for me to kiss you, Master?"

"That depends, do you wish to kiss me again, Minerva?"

"I don't believe I shall."
Minerva answered, saucily.

"Now you are being impertinent, and you are certain to get the belt."

"You gave me a choice to kiss or not kiss you, Master.
I have your tacit approval to change my mind.
As you said, "your methods are your own."
You always keep your word, therefore you shall not give me the belt."

"Good point."
I admitted.

"You also gave me permission to speak freely without fear of punishment.
To date, you have not withdrawn that either, Master."

"That is true."
I admitted.
"However, I most definitely did not at any time.
Not five months ago.
Not five minutes ago, give you permission to cover me with blueberries!
What say you to that?"

"I have changed my mind, I want to kiss you again, Michael."

"What about the blueberries, Minerva?"

"I will lick and kiss them off of you."

I put my arms around her waist, and Minnie put her arms around my neck and started kissing and licking my neck and face.
Before Minerva could get to the rest of me, I remembered the geyser from the sink.

"Do you want to make love to me, my beautiful Minerva?"

"Yes, Thank you for asking, Michael."

"You are welcome my dear."
I said kissing and licking her breasts, tasting the blueberries.

"But first I have to take care of something."
I said letting go of her and I went walked to the sink.

"The handle on the shut off valve broke off... there, that should work."
I had placed a large, heavy ceramic bowl over the broken faucet diverting the water into the sink.

"But..." Minnie started to say, when I interrupted, placing my hand over her mouth.

"Go upstairs to my bathroom and wait for me there.
I will write Sarah a note with instructions that we are not to be disturbed."

I started writing the note.
Minnie reached around my waist.
She pushed two handfuls of blueberries down the front of my pants, and then ran upstairs, laughing.

As I was finishing the note, I heard my truck pull up by the back porch.
I quickly ran to the top of the stairs, then stopped to listen while counting to myself, 1...2.... 3.... 4...5...6...7...8...9...bingo.
I heard a scream, but no crash.
I was sure that Sarah was beside herself.
I joined Minnie in the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

"You may consider yourself on furlough starting now until tomorrow.
By tomorrow I mean Saturday, June18, 2005 at 11:59 PM, Eastern Standard Time.
This evening my dear slave girl, you will be allowed to share my bed.
This will be contingent of course on you being able to read my mind."

"May I shower with you Michael... before we make love?"

"Of course you may.
It will be my pleasure, and I hope yours as well."

"Before we shower may I ask you a question, Michael?"

"Ask away, my dear."

"May I help Sarah clean the kitchen first?"

"My dear Minerva, not only may you, I will help you both as well.
The sooner the mess is clean, the sooner we shall shower."

"Thank you, Michael."
We made short work of the kitchen.
I went downstairs to shut the water off in the basement.
There was a second shut off valve in the basement just below the kitchen sink.
I planned on installing a new faucet assembly the next day.

We took a long tepid shower together, soaping each other down.
We washed and conditioned each other's hair, then toweled one another off.

Minnie went down on me in the bedroom, licking and sucking my penis, taking my balls into her mouth.
This was something my other girls had never done before.
And something I never had experienced.
This trick would remain Minnie's.
I came in Minnie's mouth.
Minnie swallowed all of my semen and then licked me clean.
In the past, I always wore a condom.
This time I didn't think of it and Minnie did not ask for one.
I returned the favor, by going down on Minerva's now bald snatch.

Minnie was all over the bed as I licked and sucked with my lips and tongue.
This time with a new twist, with my finger in her ass applying opposite pressure.
As Mistress Minerva and a free woman, this was something Minnie would never have allowed.

Minnie came in waves.
Not only was my face wet from her juices, so were the sheets.
We had to change them before our nap together.
We slept until 8:00PM, and then we dressed and went downstairs.

When I said we dressed, I used the term loosely; Minnie was wearing one of my white tee shirts.
It was much too large for her falling down past her hips.
I was wearing another white tee along with boxer shorts.

Katherine and Sarah were waiting on the back patio in their panties and woman's sleeveless tees.
The air temperature was cooler now with a nice breeze plus the humidity had dropped.
They both had big smiles on their faces.
We all sat outside drinking homemade Sangria.
We were waiting for Mandy to arrive for our late dinner.

Being on furlough, Minnie was allowed a few glasses of Sangria as well.
Between wine and dinner, Minnie became quite relaxed and talkative.

Minnie was also quite animated, the wine loosening her tongue.
She laughed as she described how she gave me blue balls with the blueberries by pretending to paint my face with empty hands.
Everyone was laughing with her, including myself.

Mandy brought a portable CD-Player outside and played the greatest hits from the 1960's, 1970's and 1980's.
Soon my ladies were up dancing with one another, mostly fast dances.
The slow ones were for me, one girl at a time.

Minnie shared my bed that evening and I tried something on her that Katherine liked.
Katherine likes it a little bit rough.
I will pull her hair during intercourse, just as her orgasm is at its crest.
Katherine also enjoys anal sex, being taken on the floor of my bedroom at the foot of the bed.

I will stroke and caress Katherine's pussy while I am performing anal sex on her.
Slapping Katherine's shapely ass with my hand until she comes.
Katherine will clean my manhood with a washcloth after anal but not for vaginal sex.
Katherine loves the taste of our mingled juices.
Next she will perform oral sex on me.
I will use Katherine's hair for my love reins to control her exuberance and guide her to suit my pleasure.

Katherine also likes to masturbate when giving me head.
I allow her to play with herself until she comes a second time.
None of my girls are allowed to masturbate without my permission.
This is an absolute mandate and they will get the belt on Saturday morning for violating this mandate, as the punishment of the belt is a determinate sentence.
They will achieve their orgasm by me or with my permission while I watch.

When I first acquired Katherine and Mandy, I suspected that one or both might possibly both might be bisexual.
And my suspicions were correct.
They are both highly sexed women needing an outlet for their sexuality.
I have no problem with this as it rather turns me on.
They also have a need to be dominated and live happily within the rules of my household.
Like masturbation, girl on girl sex is forbidden without my permission.
The forbidden fruit is all the more sweet when withheld.

I believe that I mentioned " orgies during the day".
That is something that I reserve for the three of us, Mandy, Katherine and myself.

Sarah told me in private that she would rather not participate.
Nothing would be gained by forcing Sarah.
My Princess is obedient, compliant and affectionate in all other things.
I also doubt that Minnie would be much interested with sex with women.
Although Minnie's past behavior in the kitchen and the bedroom does leave a touch of doubt.

Minnie has never been one to be spontaneous and her behavior in the kitchen was a wonderful surprise.
In fact Minerva, was always quite reserved.
In the past, before we had intercourse, Minerva always went in the bathroom closing the door for privacy in order to get ready. Minerva's excuse, to fix her makeup, hair etc....
In retrospect, It is likely that Minerva had to apply some type of lube such as KY-Jelly to facilitate intercourse.
Intercourse or oral, never anal and we always used a condom.

I wonder now if Minerva was holding back, even faking her orgasms in some cases.
I do not remember Minerva being so wet before, during or after intercourse.
I believe to some degree, that in Minerva's quest for wealth and power, she suppressed her natural sexuality.
Minnie always insisted in being in total control...but at what cost?

Or perhaps she had trouble sharing her sexuality with a man, and was somewhat intimidated or inhibited, although she hid it well.
Perhaps Minnie's slavery has freed her sexual inhibitions.
I suspect this is the case, and I celebrate Minerva's newly found freedom.

Friday night, I made Minnie assume the position on the floor in front of my bed.
She was a little tipsy from the Sangria.
I made sure that Minnie received more then her share of the slow dances.
My ladies were no doubt aware of this and were gracious in letting her have their turns.
She was very affectionate while we danced.
I received many intimate touches and kisses, while I held her close she danced with me.
I missed having my hands in Minerva's long hair, as it was before her first forced punishment haircut.

Back to the bedroom:
I probed Minnie's vagina with my fingers and then with my mouth and tongue.
Soon she was wet and moaning.
She was moving her hips, trying to push her vagina into her face as I licked her clitoris.
When I knew Minnie was about to peak, I slowed down, prolonging the inevitable.

"Why did you stop Michael... it feels sooooooo good!" she moaned, licking her lips and sighing.

"I am considering something, my beautiful girl.

"Can't you lick while you are considering, Michael?"

"I am considering amending your furlough to include one day each week until the end of your sentence."

I continuing to probe her clitoris again, briefly, and then stopped.

"It is contingent upon you reading my mind, Minerva."

"Please Master."

"Please what my marvelous Minerva."
I continued my stroking and probing.

"You can be such a bastard, Michael.... oh yes that feels so good.
Please don't stop."

"Yes, I am my dear, and you?
Who are you?"

"I am your slave, Master Michael, and I want to come."

I entered Minerva from behind, while sticking my finger deep in her anus, listening to her gasp.
Minerva then moaned even louder as I increased my thrusts savaging her vagina with my manhood.

"What else are you, my dear?"

"I am a bitch, Master! I am your bitch.... oh God.... fuck me harder Michael...fuck your bitch harder....
Fuck me harder you bastard, make me come."

Minnie's orgasm was incredible, I never heard Minerva make so much noise, or ever utter the word, "fuck" before.
I continued pounding her until I came as well.
I lay down next to Minerva on the rug, stated and content.

"Come here my little bitch.
The most beautiful of my girls, I want to taste your lips."

Minerva lay down beside me on the floor and I took her in my arms.
When I tried to kiss her, Minnie put her hand over my mouth, shaking her head and closed her eyes, sighing.
She ran her fingers through my hair, and then caressed my face and neck.
Minnie rubbed my shoulders, her hands working their way down my back to my ass, which she squeezed.
Minerva reversed the process until her hands were again in my hair.
She kissed my cheek and opened her eyes and then, she kissed my mouth long and deep.

"Can we go to bed now, Michael?"

"Yes, that is a great idea.
I am looking forward to having you with me all night.
I am going to brush my teeth and use the bathroom.
Get the bed ready and feel free to use any of the bathrooms if you must."

While we were on the patio that night, I observed that Sarah was inside the house for quite a long time getting ice.
I suspected that Sarah might have put silk sheets on the bed, my pretty girl.... my thoughtful and kind Princess.

Minnie walked into the bathroom, smiling as I was leaving and mussed my hair as I walked by.
When she returned to the bedroom, Minnie stopped to run her hand over the silk sheets.

"Did you have the bed made with silk sheets to surprise me, Michael?"

"I think it was Sarah while we were slow dancing out on the patio."
I answered, lying on my back, while Minnie got in snuggling up next to me.

"Michael?"

"Yes, Minerva."

"May I go to the hardware store with you tomorrow?"

"I would love to take you to the hardware store, thank you for asking."

Rubbing my chest with her hand, she asked.
"May we stop somewhere and get coffee?"

"We can leave early and have breakfast if you like."
I said, closing my eyes.

"That would be wonderful, Michael."
And she gave me a little hug.

"May I dress up nice for you and wear makeup?"

"Of course you may."

"May I have my ears pierced?"

"You want your ears pierced?
You are afraid of needles, remember."

"You will hold my hand when Katherine does it and then I will not mind it so much."

"Fine my dear, anything you want within reason, I need to get some sleep and so do you, so, no more questions."

"Michael?"

"I said no more questions."

"Master, this is not a question I have something to tell you...are you listening?
I know that you love me."

Now that got my attention and I rolled over and looked at her.

"Do you want me to tell you how I know that you love me, Michael?"

"Of course I want you to tell me, Minerva!"

"I don't think I shall."
Minerva said, rolling over and facing away from me.

I slapped her ass with my hand hard enough to make her yelp.
Minerva rolled back over smiling her beautiful smile.
I grabbed Minerva, holding her in place.

"Minerva you can be such and impertinent bitch at times!"

"Yes, I am, Master, I admit it, I am a bitch at times, but I am your bitch.... your slave.
That's how I know that you love me, Michael."
Only a bastard like you could ever love an impertinent bitch like me."

"Then be my good little bitch and go to sleep."

"Thank you for finally saying it, Master, I love you too."

Minnie and I had our breakfast in bed served to us by Sarah.
When Sarah walked in, Minnie jumped up and took the tray from her put in down on the chair.
Minnie then hugged Sarah, thanking her for breakfast and for the silk sheets.

"May Sarah have breakfast with us, Michael?"

"The more the merrier."
I answered.

"Thank you, Michael."
They all said in unison.
Katherine and Mandy walked in from around the corner with two larger trays.
We all had fresh honeydew melon, yogurt with walnuts, plus wheat toast with strawberry jam and coffee.

After breakfast we had our household meeting in the bedroom.
It was a short one.
I announced that Minnie would be sharing my bed one day a week and they would work out the schedule.
During this day Minnie would be allowed full privileges.
The punishment haircuts would now stop and Minnie would be allowed to grow her hair out in stages.
Mandy would determine the appropriate cuts to grow it out gracefully.
After all, Mandy was the expert in such matters.

After the meeting, my ladies all went to the dressing room to help Minnie get ready.
I showered and shaved, and then I put on a pair of blue jeans, white tee shirt and a colorful Hawaiian shirt.
I planned on taking Minnie to the Mall to select her soon to be signature fragrance.

Sarah's is vanilla.
I love the smell of vanilla and it is perfect for my sweet pretty girl.
With Peach's fair skin, blond hair and petite figure, I chose a light dainty flowery scent for Mandy.
Katherine, my voluptuous Katherine's is herbal and flowers with a touch of citrus.

Minnie would be wearing the one she has always worn, musky and rich with a hint of sweetness.
The scent of the woman I have always loved.

Of all the scents in the world, this is the one I will select for Minerva.
I will be the one that she will wear and I am sure that she will understand the significance.
As for myself, Old Spice Cologne is good enough for me.

I had the kitchen faucet completely dismantled and had taken the measurements of the sink to select a new faucet.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with the old parts in a box waiting for Minnie.

Minnie walked in looking lovely and was wearing a light cream muslin sundress and sandals.
She was wearing makeup and her short hair was curled and bouncy.

"Do you like my dress, Michael?"

"I love everything about you, your dress, your hair and makeup.... you"

"May I have my ears pierced now, please?"

"Yes you may."
I answered, knowing what would come next.

"Will I get my hoops this morning?"
Minnie asked, hoping that I would say yes.

"No, just the stainless steel posts for now.
I have another surprise in mind."

"What are you getting me, Michael?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise."

Minnie sat perfectly still in the chair with her eyes closed while Katherine pierced her ears.
Minerva was squeezing my hand in a death grip.
When Katherine was finished and the studs were in, I kissed Minnie's ears and told her she looked lovely and was a brave girl.

We went to the hardware store first, and Minnie followed me around and stood close to me when I stopped to look at things while we were browsing.
I received many intimate touches and kisses from her and returned them being delighted at this newfound attention.

After the hardware store, we went to Tim Horton's for coffee and bagels.
Minerva sat close to me in our booth, so I put my arm around her and pulled her closer.
I received quite a few more little kisses and hand squeezes from her during breakfast.
After we got back to the truck I asked,

"Minerva, are you wearing panties?"

"Well of course I am wearing them.
Just like you are wearing boxers.... you are, aren't you, Michael?"
She asked, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me.

"Take them off, Minerva."

"I can't go shopping without panties.... what will people think.... what if I see someone I know?

"What will I do if you disobey me, Minerva?"
I said, taking hold of her hair and then kissing her mouth.

She reached down and started taking them off.
"You can be such a bastard, Master."

I tugged her hair again, kissing her long and deep.

"Thank you, my beautiful lady, now for your surprise."

I took Minnie to Macy's and let her browse for an hour and her to meet me in the makeup section.
I let her choose any makeup that she needed.

I said this in front of the salesgirl.
"Your taste in makeup and clothing is impeccable, Minerva.
Purchase anything you need and do not worry about the price.
I am sure that this young lady (I was referring to the salesgirl) deserves a good commission so don't be stingy.
You may take your time and before I forget, you had better take my credit card.
I will meet you in the bookstore. "

Three hours later, Minnie arrived at the bookstore carrying three large Macy's shopping bags.

"Let's lock the bags in the trunk, Minerva.
And then I will take you to get your surprise."

"But I thought my makeup was my surprise!"

"Your makeup is to make yourself even more beautiful for me, if that is all possible, which I doubt."

We locked the bags in the trunk, and then we went back to Macy's.
When we arrived at the perfume counter, I recognized the same girl that waited on Sarah and I when I purchased her perfume.

"You know Minerva, each of my Ladies has their special perfume, their signature scent.
I picked it out just for them with much thought and consideration."

"I am aware of that Michael, what will you chose for me?"

"Jovan Musk Oil of course."

"Michael, that is the one I prefer, the one I always wore!"

"You have worn that scent ever since I have known you my dear and this is the scent that I associate with the woman I have always loved."

I was right Minerva did recognize the significance.
Minnie leaned over and kissed me, and then whispered what she was going to do to me when we got home.
I didn't intend on waiting that long.

When we got back to the truck, I drove to a fairly secluded corner of the Mall where I backed up the truck up to a grassy strip near a stand of trees so that nobody could drive up behind me.
I parked so I could also watch the traffic coming in all directions.

"Why are we parking here, Michael, do you want what I think that you do?"
Minerva slid closer to me with a big smile on her face and put her arms around my neck.
This is what you want, isn't it, Master." she said while kissing my mouth and smiling, deliberating messing up my hair with her hands.
She then undid my fly and pulled my penis out and started licking the tip in a circular motion.
"You are such a delicious tasting bastard, Master, and I love you too."

I buried my hands in Minnie short hair while she licked and sucked with abandon.
I shot my load into her mouth when I came, and accidentally hit the horn during my orgasm.

Minnie did backslide once during her sentence.
As punishment, Minnie received the belt for her impulsive mistake.

It was a Wednesday, just three weeks before Minerva's sentence was finally over.
Minnie knew where I kept her pair of 18- karat hoop earrings.
Minerva will receive them on her birthday, and all her restrictions will be lifted.

I was called away on business for the Sanctorum, and I would be gone for three days.
I was taking Sarah with me.
We would be staying on Grand Master Arthur's Estate in Martha's Vineyard.
It was in regard to a Grand Master who had killed one of his slaves, and then refused to appear before the Tribunal for judgment.

My expertise was required to help circumvent his security system.
I would be meeting with three other security experts, all of them Masters.
We would study the schematics to determine the best plan to temporally disable the state of the art security system.
We were there for technical advise only.
None of us knew the identity of the Grand Master who would be terminated.
My best guess; the autopsy would show natural causes or an unfortunate accident as the cause of death.

The official business would take only a day, and then the other Masters would leave.
Grand Master Arthur requested that I specifically bring Sarah.
Arthur was a frequent visitor to my home, and he loved Sarah's cooking, particularly her raisin, apple and shoo fly pies.
Sarah would be doing all of the cooking, those three days, all traditional Amish dishes.

We would surprise Arthur by bringing him a dozen each of his favorite pies for his freezer.
We also brought enough pies for the day meeting and the duration of our stay.
Sarah was very fond of Arthur, referring to him as "such a polite, kind old gentleman."
Sarah was delighted to cook for him, as he was a true gentleman.
Arthur looked the benevolent old grandfather in a Disney movie in his three-piece suits.
Always with a chain and fob on his vest, the pocket watch he always carried and his signature red carnation in his lapel.

Always the gentleman, Arthur was polite and gracious with my ladies when visiting.
His funny stories at dinner made them laugh.
But when it came to enforcing the mandates of the Sanctorum, Arthur could be ruthless.
The blood of many men was on Arthur's hands.
The red carnation was a reminder and warning.

Minerva understood the significance and meaning of the red carnation.
We do not speak of it.
I consider Arthur a good friend.

Minnie was alone during the day while the girls were working.
Because of Minnie's added responsibility, I allowed her to sleep in the Master Bedroom while we were away.
Minnie followed all of my directions while we were gone, and completed all of her chores and more.

Minnie decided that she would wear her 18-karat hoop earrings while the girls were away at work, and then put them back before they got home.
As luck would have it, Minerva managed to lose one.
To her credit, she did tell Katherine and Mandy and they spent the remainder of that day and the entire next day looking for it.

Katherine and Mandy met us in the driveway and welcomed us home helping us with the luggage.
I was glad to be home again surrounded by my girls, my family.

"Where is Minnie?
I asked.
It's not like her not to be here, is she ill?"
Katherine and Minnie looked at one another.
Katherine spoke first.

"Minnie is in the library, Michael.
She has something to tell you."

"I will go and talk with her shortly, Katherine.
Have you eaten yet?
Sarah and I waited so we could all eat together."

"Not yet."
Katherine replied.
"We can whip something up."

"Are you going to take a nap first?
Yes, it is Minnie's turn tonight.
Perhaps we will take a nap together.
Are you sure she is all right Katherine?"

"Minnie thinks you are going to banish her to the basement again."
Katherine replied.

"And have me cut her hair in a pixie."
Mandy added.

"What did she do, Mandy?"

"She lost one of her gold earrings, Michael.
As soon as Minnie discovered it missing, she called each of us on the telephone.
We calmed her down as best we could.
We know you wouldn't do that to her."

"Minnie believes that she violated your trust Michael, and ours as well."
Katherine advised me.

"We are a family, ladies.
Not a traditional family, mind you, but a family nevertheless.
What Minnie did was impulsive and nothing more."

"Do you want me to talk to her, Michael?"
Sarah offered.

"Thank you for offering, Sarah, but no.
Just play things by ear in regard to dinner.
But first, I will need another kiss and hug from each of my precious ladies to steel my resolve before I enter the library................”

I walked into the library and Minnie got up from her chair and immediately assumed the position.

"Minerva, you may stand.
Now come here and give me a hug and a kiss.
I have missed you my dear."

Minnie walked over to me and put her arms around my neck while I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"What do you have to tell me that is so terrible?"

"I went into the desk in the library and tried on my gold hoop earring, Michael."

"I see, you were curious, Minerva.
Is there anything else?"

"I was going to wear them while the girls were at work.
I planned to put them back before Mandy and Katherine got home."

"Thank you for your honesty, Minerva.
Where are they now?"

"One of them is in the drawer, Michael."

"And the other, my dear?"

"I lost it, Master.
I have violated your trust."
Minnie said in a small voice.

"I'm disappointed with you, Minerva.
That was foolish and impulsive."

"I'm sorry, Michael.
Are you going to punish me?"

"You said you were sorry and I believe you, Minerva."

"But you are going to punish me?"

"Yes dear, I am going to punish you."

"Do I have to start all over again, Michael?
Are you going to cut my hair?"

"No.... kiss me Minerva."

"You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me.
Didn't I say I missed my you, my little bitch?"

'You are scaring me, Michael."
Minerva kissed me and kissed me again, hugging me tight.

I let go of her and said.
"Go upstairs and get my belt and then bring it here."

"Yes Michael."
Minnie said meekly.

I made Minnie assume the position and then applied my belt to her shapely buttocks four times, making her wait between cracks. Getting down on the floor next to her, I started stroking her pussy with my fingers.
Minnie soon became wet, moaning with pleasure as I stroked her clitoris, wetting her anus with my finger with her own sweet juices.

I took her there on the floor thrusting my penis into her anus.
"Michael stop, I...." "Be silent, my dear little bitch!"
I said sharply, as I slapped her sore ass.

I continued pounding her asshole with my cock, while stroking and caressing her sopping wet vagina.
This made Minerva moan and squeal with pleasure.

As she climaxed: " Fuck me Master...fuck my ass, fuck you your bitch harder...oh...Michael.... make your bitch come...that feels so good...so good...........I'm coming Michael, I want to kiss you!"

After I came, I got up and sat on the couch.
"Come here and sit next to me.
I will replace your earrings and you will get them on your birthday."
I put my arm around her and kissing her cheek.
"I am going to take a shower and have a nap."

"You should clean up and get dressed.
We shall all have a light meal in the dinning room in about an hour.
Who will I be sleeping with this evening?"

"It's my turn tonight."
Minnie said putting her head on my shoulder.

"In that case, you may join me if you wish.
I have been so busy these past few days, I completely forgot."


"You did not forget, you are teasing me.
You knew perfectly well it was my turn."

"Is that a smile I see?
You have such a beautiful smile, my beautiful Minerva."
I wiped the tears from her face.
Taking Minnie's hand, we stood and walked upstairs together.
And we did exactly that, a shower and a short nap.

The morning of Minnie's birthday was a very busy one in our home.
I made breakfast for all of us, something I do on birthdays and some holidays for my girls.
As it was Minnie's birthday she choose the menu.
I broiled thick cut pea meal bacon.
I made western omelets with eggs, green and red bell peppers, Vidalia onions, sharp cheddar cheese and Virginia ham.
I served them bagels with a variety of cream cheeses, plus coffee and orange juice.

The girls were going shopping after breakfast to purchase new dresses for Minnie's birthday dinner at Salvatore's.
They planned on going out to lunch together, followed by a trip to Mandy's Salon.
Once there, for a manicure-pedicure, facial, a full body wax, followed by getting their hair done.
I told them I wanted to see lots of curls.

I have a large private corner booth reserved for me at Salvatore's paid in advance for the year.
It will comfortably seat eight people.
I paid to have that special roomy booth put in.
I am a friend of the owner and know all of his regular staff by their first and last names.
When I call in advance, Sal will hire an extra server just to wait on our table.
Sal and I have an agreement.
I will pay the extra server's wages for the full shift, and include a generous gratuity.
Sal also personally prepares each of our dishes, taking exact attention to detail and presentation.

Afterwards, I always will invite Sal and the server to have dessert or an after dinner drink with us.
We had a wonderful time at dinner.
Each of us ordered a different appetizer and entree, plus two others.
We shared, taking a portion from the various dishes.
We had a bottle of very good house Chianti, plus we had cannolis and cappuccinos with Sal and our waitress, Mary.

My girls always comport themselves as ladies in public, both in dress and in action.
Their manners are impeccable, especially Minerva's.
Minerva's public persona outshines them all.
Minerva cannot help it, as even now it comes to her as easily as breathing.
My ladies follow Minerva's lead in this venue.
I observed Sarah watching Minerva at dinner.
There is no doubt that Sarah will learn and be as polished by observing my marvelous Minerva's example.

I noticed a marked change in Sarah's carriage that evening.
Specifically Sarah's posture and bearing, especially in the way she walked into the restaurant.
And while there, how Sarah held and turned her head.
I observed Sarah's hand gestures when ordering dinner and making small talk with Sal and Mary.
Yet Sarah was not duplicating Minerva's mannerisms as much as creating her own style.
Sarah's were different from Minerva's, but, no less sophisticated and charming.

There is no doubt that Minnie was tutoring Sarah in private for the thoughtful gesture of the silk sheets.
Or to make amends for the way she treated Sarah when Minerva was a Mistress.
During the past fourteen months, Minerva and Sarah have spent a great deal of time together.
Looking back, it is fascinating watching them interacting, both here and at home.

As we were leaving Salvatore's, Sal's nephew, Vito, who also tends bar part time for his uncle, asked to have a word with me in private.
Vito is also a full time Sheriff's Deputy with the rank of Sergeant.

"Michael, I would like to have a word with you if you don't mind.
We can go into my uncle's office if that is all right with you?"

I followed him in and closed the door and Vito spoke first.

"Your ex-wife was here last night."

"So, what does that have to do with me?
I have washed my hands of her."
Vito knew of my acrimonious divorce.

He was the Deputy that served the orders of protection, removing me from my home.
Vito also testified on my behalf during the divorce proceedings.

"I know you hate her, Michael, but you need to hear me out."

"I'm sorry I was curt with you Vito, you caught me by surprise is all.
I have not heard from Martha in seven years.
I have forgiven her in my own way.
What did she say?"

"It was not so much what she said, but how Martha looked and acted.
At first, I didn't recognize her.
Martha is much thinner now, and a bleached blond.
She was wearing dark oversize sunglass like the celebrities wear.
I suspect to hide one or more black eyes.
Martha had on heavy makeup in the attempt to hide fresh and fading bruises.
She was acting nervous and a little bit scared."

"I offered to help her, but she said that it wouldn't do any good, as he always got out.
Martha said that if she had him arrested again he would kill her!
She said that she wanted to talk to you before it was to late.
Then she left."

I thanked Vito and shook his hand before leaving with my ladies to go dancing.

The next day all hell broke loose.
My ladies and I were in the kitchen eating lunch.
Katherine and Mandy had taken a month off from work.
We were planning our vacation in Hawaii, when the front door doorbell started ringing, and then frantic pounding started as well.

I got up to answer the door with my ladies following close behind.
We had just entered the foyer, when we heard a loud crash.
And then the distinctive sound of glass breaking and metal coming together.... cars crashing.
This was followed by a woman's terrified screams.

Martha was leaning on the door facing the wreckage.
Her present husband, the shining knight Martha met on the internet had rear-ended her red 1965 Corvette Convertible.
It was completely demolished and disabled, preventing her escape.

I yanked opened the door and Martha stumbled backwards into my arms.
Turning to face me, "Mickey I..."
Martha said before she fainted.

A large man emerged from the ramming vehicle, a mint... well formerly mint late model black Lincoln Continental of 1970's vintage.
I have to grudgingly admit they have fine tastes in automobiles.

Martha's husband was about six feet tall, easily 260 lbs.
I would guess his age, early thirties.
As he climbed out the car, I could hear him shouting.

"You no good cheating whore!
I have finally caught you, you worthless slut."

Seeing me blocking his way, he advanced slowly, smiling.
He removed a Balisong butterfly knife from his suit coat pocket, flicking his wrist and locking the blade in place.

"Girls, take Martha inside and close the door.
Then call the police."

"But Michael..."
Minnie started to say as I closed the door in her face.

He stopped six feet from me, sneering.

"I own that slut, asshole.
Give me my cheating cunt of a wife and I will leave.
Otherwise I will just take her.
But not until I cut your balls off."

"Get off my property.
I don't care if you have to walk."

"Fuck you!"
He screamed.

"That won't be necessary."
I retorted, calmly.
"Just give me a blowjob and we will call it even."

He charged me slashing clumsily, extending his arm much to far.
This was something an experienced knife fighter would never do.
I jumped back easily avoiding his clumsy attempt wishing I had my taser, and I tripped him in the process.

He got to his feet cursing.
Changing his tactics, he reversed the knife in his hand, grasping it like an ice pick.
Then he slowly advanced with the knife over his head hoping to pin me against the door with his bulk and stab me at his leisure.

Refusing to retreat, I caught his wrist as the knife came down.
We were both struggling and attempting to knee on another in the groin.
He trying was trying to kill me, and I was trying to keep from being stabbed or cut.

Our struggles brought us out to the driveway.
He was much stronger then I anticipated and out weighed me by a good sixty pounds.
However, he was out of shape and starting to get winded from the exertions.
Desperate, he smashed his head into my nose, stunning me.
As I went down, I let go of wrist but managed to kick his knee, hearing the satisfying pop and crunch of torn ligaments.

My adversary screamed like a banshee, but somehow managed to stay on his feet cursing and threatening.
"I'm going to kill you and everybody in your family."
He screamed as he limped towards me, waving the knife wildly in front of him, as I rolled away from him.

I was scrambling to get on my feet, and I was holding my broken nose and trying to staunch the flow of blood pouring out.
I was dizzy and my head spinning.
Suddenly, our front door opened and my girls came running out.
Minnie, Sarah, Mandy and last but not least, Katherine.
Each of the girls had a makeshift weapons in their hands.

Minerva arrived first and shouted
"Hey, Frank!"

Frank stopped advancing with a shocked look on his face.
He slowly turned and looked at Minnie and said.

"Minerva?"
Obviously they knew each other.

"Say goodnight, Frank!"

Minerva swung that cast iron skillet for all she was worth.
She lambasted him square in the face, knocking him off his feet and rendering him unconscious.

Minnie then dropped the frying pan and rushed over to see how badly I was hurt, as did all my beautiful and brave girls.
At that moment, I didn't have enough arms to hug them, or enough words to praise and thank them.

Martha, my ex-wife was on her hands and knees in the doorway crying and shaking, unable to move.
Martha was so terrified that she defecated, soiling her clothing and had thrown up on the floor.
I could kill this scum for what he did to Martha.
And what he would have done if we had not stopped him.

I sent Mandy to get my taser and handcuffs in order secure Frank until the Sanctorum sent the enforcers.
Minerva had taken the initiative and telephoned Arthur on my satellite phone.
She knew Frank's history and sanctions, as she sat on his Tribunal.
I shut the door before Minerva could tell me.
Katherine went back into the house to get her medical bag while Minnie and Sarah kept fussing over me.
They tried to get me to lie down as I may have had a concussion.

We cuffed Frank and then rolled him onto a blanket using it as a makeshift stretcher to carry the offal into the house.
Once inside, Katherine took care of my broken nose, packing it with gauze.
Katherine then gave me an ice pack for my face to help stop the swelling.
I refused anything stronger then aspirin for the pain, needing to keep a clear head.

Next, Katherine attended to the offal.
He was awake now and sniveling about his broken nose and wining through his ruined mouth about his damaged leg as well.
I spit on the floor near him in disgust.
Katherine first immobilized his leg with an air splint, and then packed his nose and gave him a morphine derivative for his pain.

While this was going on, Mandy and Sarah took Martha upstairs to get her cleaned up, while Minnie cleaned up the vomit.
Martha allowed herself to be brought upstairs and was walking as if in a daze.
The girls fussed over Martha, helping her shower, washing the heavy makeup from her face.
Then shampooing the vomit from her long bleached blond hair.

When Martha was cleaned up and in her pajamas, Katherine injected her with a sedative to help her sleep.
They then put Martha to bed and Mandy and Sarah sat with her.
They were talking quietly to her, reassuring and comforting her until she fell into a deep much needed sleep.

The offal scum, Frank was now pleading for me to let him go.
He claimed that it was all a misunderstanding.
That not working, he offered to buy me off.
The scum claimed he would disappear and leave the country and would never bother Martha again.
I just ignored him until he eventually gave up.

Arthur telephoned to say that he would arrive with the enforcers in three hours.
He would land his helicopter in the open field next to my house.
I gave him a brief summary of what transpired.
During his telephone call, two wreakers arrived to remove and secure the damaged vehicles from the driveway.

When Arthur arrived, he received a hug and a kiss on the cheek from each of my ladies.
He praised and congratulated them for their cool heads and bravery.
Minnie just stood there looking, unsure because Arthur had presided at her Tribunal.

Arthur walked up to Minerva, kissing her cheek for the first time and saying,

"You may give a hug and kiss my dear, you have made me very proud of you this day."

Minnie reached up touched her cheek where Arthur had kissed her.
I saw Minnie's eyes starting to tear.
Minerva kissed and hugged Arthur, grateful for his approval and then he hugged her as would a father a daughter and whispered something in her ear.

With the greetings and pleasantries out of the way, he dismissed the girls, except for Minerva.
Then Arthur turned to face the offal scum sitting on the floor of my foyer.
All expression was now gone from Arthur's face normally kind face.
Arthur's merry blue eyes were now cold, hard and menacing.
Walking past the offal scum, Arthur opened the door the let the three Enforcers enter.
As is the way of the Sanctorum, the Enforcers were wearing white porcelain death masks.
They wore long blood red hooded robes over their street clothing.

Arthur pointed to the wretch on the floor.
Silently two of the Enforcers grabbed the scum's cuffed arms, forcing the Frank to stand on his good leg.
Arthur walked up to the now blubbering offal scum and removed the red carnation from his lapel and placing it into the lapel of the prisoner's suit coat.
The miserable poltroon scum urinated in his pants and Arthur turned his back, as did Minerva and I.
The Enforcers left with the condemned, closing the door behind them.

The girls were preparing lunch, while Arthur and I retired to the library.
I poured Arthur and I a large snifter of cognac and I was debriefed.

"What are you going to do about your ex-wife, Michael?"

"I don't know yet, Arthur, my head is killing me.
I'm hoping the cognac will help."
"Katherine treated Martha for shock and can attest to her physical condition.
Mandy and Sarah helped Martha shower and get dressed for bed.
I suppose Martha could stay here for now.
I certainly have the room."

No sooner then I said this, Minnie knocked on the door announcing lunch was ready.

We had lunch in the dinning room together, discussing what had just happened and the ramifications.
The girls informed us that Martha was covered with bruises, most of them starting to fade.
In addition to this, there were pucker scars on Martha's back that appeared to be healed burns from cigarettes or cigars.
Minnie remembered that Frank was a smoker.

Katherine confirmed the cause of the scars.
Katherine further advised us that there were fresh bruises on her torso adjacent to Martha's kidneys.
Katherine would not be surprised if Martha was passing blood in her urine.
"I will bet my hoops, that x-rays will show healed over broken bones to go along with her cracked ribs on her left side."
Katherine commented.

We all sat there for a while, not talking, contemplating this additional information.
Sarah was the first to speak

"Was or is Martha a slave, Arthur?

"No dear, why would you ask such a question, Sarah?

"Because when I was helping her wash, I noticed part of a tattoo, under her breast that said property of"........................

At this comment, Arthur stood up abruptly, but then sat down.

"No my dear girl, Franklin Abzug was sanctioned by the Sanctorum never to own slaves again."
In addition, all of his wealth was seized under the condition that we spare his life.
Martha has never been registered with the Sanctorum, nor could she be by him.
Franklin Abzub is a sick internet predator and will be dealt with swiftly."

After lunch, Arthur and I again retired to the library.
Closing the doors and turning to me, Arthur suggested.

"May I make a suggestion, Michael?"

"Absolutely Arthur you know I value your advise."

"Take your vacation with your ladies, Michael, a long one.
I will have Martha placed in a secure private hospital until you return.
This matter requires further investigation.
I will see to it that Martha receives the best medical care in addition to a complete forensic physical.
In addition, we will conduct a full background check on Martha, from birth to the present.
The Sanctorum is responsible, I am responsible for Martha's present deplorable situation."

"When you return, you will be given copies of our findings.
At that point I am sure you will see to Martha's rehabilitation and care.
Until Martha can make a decision to what path she will take.
You were married to her once, and I believe in your own way that you still care for Martha"....................................












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