THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR SOCIETY

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 4 ]

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should ever be allowed to neither mentally nor physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a little miscreant female she may be.

Indentured Service

The adult woman punched as series of address numbers into the directional gadget mounted in her cars dashboard. It then displayed a map of the direction to the highway. The woman then drove off, following its directions. Eventually pulling her car up, before a great old brownstone, downtown. The woman slipped out of her car and after unbuckling her two charges. Ushered them ahead of her they mounted the steps leading to the front door and then inside.

“Madame?” A fifty plus year old man dressed in an impeccably tailored dark suit inquired from behind a mahogany wood lectern. set in the entrance foyer. “You have apparently entered the incorrect address.”

“We are here to have lunch with Mr. Hathaway at his invitation.” The woman replied.

“If you will wait here, Madame.” The man quietly replied. “I will inform the august member his luncheon guest has arrived."

He then pickedup a cell phoe that had been laying on the lecturn in front of him. Dialled a number, then informed who ever answered at the other end. That Mr.Hathaways luncheon guest had arrived.

"Thank you for meeting here.” Shelly’s owner said to the adult woman as he walked out of the pair of doors right behind the matredee a minute later.

“Please join me in the dining room for lunch.” He then added as he turned and indicated he would be honored if she preceded him into the dining lounge.

“What about the girls?” Petrina’s owner inquired as they walked past the lectern.

“They will be seen too.” Was all he would say on that subject.

As soon as the adults were gone, the man behind the lectern walked up to the girls and ushered through a half height dark wood door with a shelf built on top of it. Set in the right hand wall of the building entrance foyer.

“Wait her until someone comes for you.” He instructed and closed the half height door behind them.

Once inside the dim Interior the two little ten year old girls observed their current inhabitance was about ten feet square. The walls on either side horizontal spaces with numbered wood and metal coat hangers on long metal rods as if the room was a walk in closet. The only other feature of the room was a bar stool with a padded seat and back in one corner near the half height door. Another dark wood full height door was set in the center of the wall at the rear of the room.

As they stood their hand in hand. Obediently waiting for their next adventure to begin, hoping it was not going to be a painful one They heard more patrons enter and being ushered into the restaurant outside in the foyer.

Then their concern over possible direction the current day was revealed to them by the appearance of the one who would be arbitrating it. A late teenaged, or early twenties young woman dressed all in black leather from knee high stiletto boots up through mini skirted, corset, elbow length gloves to the bow holding her long black hair in a pony tail at the rear top of her head.

"What are you two doing here?" She inquired.” You were supposed to be in the staff locker room getting changed already."

"The man outside put us in here." Shelly replied.

“I will deal with that pompous ass after we close.” The older girl informed them.

"Follow me" The apparition in black then ordered.” And do not forget to close the door behind you."

She then turned walking out of the tiny room, without even looking back to see if they followed her.

Which of coarse the two, immediate obedience or be punished, trained little girls complied.

Shelly knotting the door closed with a heavy click and the door knob refused to turn when she tried it before releasing it to follow Petrina down the narrow dimly lit corridor it had led them too. They passed an obvious outside window. Whose original vertical sliding clear glass had been replaced .with opaque glass blocks.

The older girl stopping in front of a door marked servers. Shelly noting the loud click of a releasing electronic controlled lock, even before her hand touched the door knob. She must have been implanted with a chip that controls the security system, Shelly thought to herself. Eliminating the chance someone could steal the keys to the doors or discover any access codes.

Without being told, both younger girls following the older one. Neither realizing how much freely doing so was about to change their lives.

Inside was an obvious staff locker, change room with low set double lockers lining both side of the entrance door wall and the wall directly across from it. A low, wide wooden bench was running down the center of the tile floor between the two rows of lockers. The four industrial sized tube fluorescent fixture covering most of the ceiling, causing all three females to blink at the sudden change of illumination.

"Yes, I think it is far too bright in here too." The older girl commented. "Strip and place your street wears in the left hand side of the lockers." She instructed.

"Socks and underwear in these plastic containers at the bottom of the main compartment with your shoes in the lowest section.

"Any special objects you might be carrying up inside of you go in the sealed plastic bags in the underwear box."

Both little girls slipped their short sleeved silk dresses up over their heads, placing them on the wooden hangers in the left hand section of the lockers. Next off came underwear in the top sealed plastic container. Shelly adding her butterfly vibrator inside a sealed zip lock bag.

"Wore one of those for ten years." The near adult aged female noted. "Even after I was no longer a virgin."

"Have been wearing mine for the last four and a half years." Shelly replied. "And I am still technically intact."

Shelly observing underthe greaty increased lighting of the staff locker room. The thin wires of the counication headset their latest instductress wore at ear and throat.

"Name?" The one currently in charge of the two little house pets inquired. She had retrieved a marker pen and a roll of white surgical tape from a locker at the far right end of the row nearest the entrance door.

“Shelly.” The blond one replied.

“Petrina.” Came from the dark haired one.

“No one cares what your name is.” The older girl sharply replied, exasperation, clear in her voice. ”Only the name of the one responsible for you matters around here.”

Both girls realizing the name Monette embroidered in gold thread over the leather clad girls heart was not, as they had surmised, her name. But the surname, of the older girls owner.

“Hathaway.” Shelly offered.

“Bernicia.” Petrina volunteered.

The one asking then tore off two strips from the roll and affixed each to one of a pair of lockers in the row across from the entrance door. Then carefully spelling out each of the names supplied by the two little girls as they watched her.

Both girls finding most of that row was already taken up with ones marked by engraved stuck on silver colored plaques bearing other surnames.

She then picked up two silver colored serving trays and after placing strips of the white tape along one upturned edge. Adding the names of the two little girl’s owners to them.

The older girl exchanged to pen and tape for a cloth tailors tape measure. Taking each girls hip measurements.

Retrieving two leather body suits from a locker in the entrance wall, she handed one to each of the smaller girls.

“Slip these over your heads and I will help you pull them down and zip them up” She instructed.

It was a struggle, but they finally managed to get them on with her help. The older girl then reached under each of the little girls legs. Pulling the narrow strap hanging down from the back up through each girl’s legs and after pulling on it tight. Fastening it with a buckle up in front.

“Wiggle your hips as you high step each leg to ease the cunny strap in place.” The girl ordered.

Both girls grimacing and wiggling until the narrow strip of leather fitted up into place.

“OOOOHHH.” Hyper sensitive to vaginal stimulation Shelly purred.

“Yes, that’s why they call them cunny straps.” The older girl informed the two. “Its upper edge has a stiffer set of ridges designed to stimulate your clitoris as you walk.”

“Either of you experienced walking in high heels?” The young woman asked. Both girls indicating negative, by shaking their heads.

“Acting as waitresses?

Again the two younger girls indicated the negative response.

“Pull these up, they will have to do for now.” She then ordered.

Passing to each girl a pair of black lace thigh high stockings, a pair of elbow length gloves and a pair of black silk slippers.

Next came wraparound leather skirts, so short they barely covered their naked bum cheeks. It was followed by padded leather cuffs at wrist and ankle. Lastly a black leather collar was fastened around their necks with a chrome chain hanging down to the middle of their chest area from a chrome ring in its front.

Shelly and Petrina turned to face each other, smiling and wiggling their hips. Both appreciating how each looked in the black leathers. Shelly pirouetted in front of her best friend. Discovering the small lead weights sown into the outer edges of the leather skirts lifted the hems up, exposing their loins for all to see. As they were designed to do, in the first place.

“Later.” Their current dresser informed them. ”Their will be a bit of free time for playtimes.”

A few minutes after they were transformed into little bondage Lolita’s, the older girl ushered her two similarly black clad charges out of the locker room and further down the hallway. Shelly noting the door again unlocking just as the instructress reached for it. Solidly locking as it closed behind them.

The identically performing door at the end of the hall lead them into a bustling kitchen filled with similarly clad young girls. Some dressed as they were, but with full front white aprons over their black leather outfits tending to preparing food.

Some were obviously standing waiting to pick up the prepared food in front of the setup table. While others came and went through a set of swinging doors with full plates or returning with empty ones.

“Every one of these girls is someone’s property?” Shelly inquired of the senior girl.

“The majority of the kitchen staff and a third of the servers are my mistresses’ property as I am. The rest contributed by minor investors as part of their investment.

“Using slaves as staff really cuts the overhead.” The girl informed the newest ones.

“There are dozens of owned girls here, just like us.” Shelly remarked, obviously very pleased to discover, she and Petrina were not the only ones.

Leading the two newbie’s around the kitchen until they were standing with the waiting servers. The girls saw that most of their fellows had their owners names sewn into their outfits as their instructress had, but in silver thread. Most of the cooks names were in silver, but a few were embroidered in bronze thread.

“Servers, except for the crew chiefs owners’ names in bronze, are in silver. The line cooks are also silver, while the chefs are in bronze.” The older girl informed them.

“Yours is in gold.” Petrina noted.

“That is because my owner is the majority shareholder of the McBound restaurant chain.” She informed the two new girls. “And if you are really lucky, you will never get to meet her.”

{Unfortunate for these two little females, that was one meeting already scripted into their futures.}

“And it is my ass on the line if anything goes wrong.” She added.

“Put your named tray on the prep table with all the others waiting for their owner’s food.” The instructress said. “Then when the tray is filled, take it out the left side of the swinging door into the dining area.”

They watched as other waitresses picked up trays with food items on them. Each girl was using her hip to open the left hand swinging door as they revolved their bodies out carrying their full or empty trays in both hands. “Within minutes of placing their trays on the prep table. Both girls found bowls of soup on small plates had been filled and placed on them.

“Your on your own, from now on.” The older girl informed the two newbie’s and walked off to check on the food preparers. “By the way, except for crew chiefs, talking will only get you gags added to your outfits.”

Shelly moved forward, dodging similarly clad girls either retrieving full trays or laying down empty ones. Joining the line of leather clad servers walking out through the swinging doorway into the restaurant ding area.

To discover, once outside in the dining area of the restaurant, they had no idea, where to deliver the food on their trays, too.

“Yours are in the far right corner.” A similarly clad girl with Andrews embroidered in bronze colored thread on her uniform, informed them as she walked back into the kitchen with a tray laded with dirty plates.

Off they went, Petrina following Shelly as they maneuvered through a restaurant filled with adults eating while little girls in black leather bondage gear came and went with their meals.

“You two look as if you belong here.” Petrina’s owner stated as they walked up and placed their soup in front of them. “Get used to it. ”Shelly’s owner’s commented. “I just invested a million of your personal holdings into the restaurant.”

For the rest of the meal, as their empty stomachs’ growled, the two new servers managed to carryout their new tasks without too much effort. Salads followed soup, followed by a light pasta and then roisterer chicken with baked potatoes and California style vegetables. Desert was a chopped fruit salad followed by coffee or tea.

Neither adult made any further comment to the little servers, nor offered any of their own food. And when the two had cleared off the last of their plates, were gone when their property returned to the table to see if they wished anything else.

The two new servers were standing there at the empty tables when the older girl walked up.

“Change the table cloth and set out new cutlery, china and water goblets.” She ordered before walking off. The two puzzled girls stripped off the white table cloth, replacing it and all the rest, from the shelves just inside the kitchen.

Just as they finished setting up, the girl returned leading a middle aged couple. ”These two new beauties are your servers.” She informed all four people standing around the table. “Please excuse any minor faults are they just started today. “

“But if they really screw up.” She added. “We can have them spanked afterwards in the private dining room, for your personal viewing enjoyment.”

Fortunately, these two new customers were not exacting in their demands for service. Except the man’s hands slipping up under each little girls skirt as they set out their choices or retrieved the dirty plates.

Sometime around mid afternoon, the dining room was empty and all the servers were standing just inside the kitchen.

“Feeding time.” The restaurant lead girl announced. Shelly and Petrina followed behind the rest of the servers into a long narrow corridor to find a stainless steel trough running down the center of the corridors floor. All the kitchen staff and now all the servers were kneeling down and eating from it.

“Everyone in Sister Monette’s kitchens are fed this way.” The senior girl informed the two new girls. “This is the left over food from lunch. And it will be your only chance to eat until sometime late tonight after we clean up the entire restaurant.”

“Both new girls knelt down and began eating as much as their stomachs would hold. These two little girls having experienced times when their owners withheld food, as either a punishment or part of a training methodology.

After eating their fill and whipping off any food stains from each others faces and uniforms. The staff was allowed to use the washroom. Afterwards the lead girl gathered everyone onto the dining rooms open dance floor in the middle of the tables, for further instruction.

“Okay, we are doing relatively well, so far.” She informed them. “The profit level exceeds expectations and the level of the service is within guidelines.”

“But we are not up to snuff in the food preparation areas, especially serving plate layout.” She added. “The main plates appear hastily set out with variable amounts and positioning of sides.”

“As we all do not wish a special appearance by my mistress in order to deal with this personally.” She then noted.

Shelly and Petrina observed the possibility of the elder girl’s owner, actually coming here to deal with the problem personally. Greatly alarmed quite a few of the restaurants staff.

“We can try harder.” One of the kitchen staff, with her owners name embroidered over her heart in bronze colored thread, offered. “Or you can add another to the souse chef table.”

“Norwich can move up from soup to souse chef.” The leader announced.” That means Andrews moved up from server to soups and stews.”

“Senior server Denny moves up to bronze as crew chief.” The senior girl added. “That means the server crew now each cover three tables.”

A groan came from the lips of the servers sitting in front. The Andrew’s girl had been the one whose owners name had been in bronze on her chest. She had directed Shelly and Petrina to their owners table. Obviously her help would be missed by those she left behind in the ranks of the servers.

Shelly and Petrina sitting together off to one side, and wondering if their term as unpaid waitresses was just for one evening or the rest of their lives.

“Guests will be arriving for dinner in just over an hour.” The restaurants head girl informed those around her. “Take the opportunity to lie down and get a few minutes rest.”

As the elder girl walked off, Shelly stood up and scooted off right behind her. “How long will we be here?” The blond beauty inquired.

“You will stay here until your owner retrieves you.” Came the reply. “Some of your fellows have been here since we opened three months ago.” The eldest girl could see the incredibly beautiful younger girl was very distraught with her reply.

“But I am sure a beauty like you will be retrieved by the time we close up.” She added.

Shelly and Petrina wandered back towards the dining room and joined their fellows on the floor. There was simply nothing else they could do. Knowing the doors would only open for the lead girl. They may as well have been prisoners in a jail. At least there, they got to rest and eat regularly.

To the little girl staff of McBound, it seemed as if the rest hour just flew by. Too soon the elder girl was back in the room and lined them up for inspection. Moving down the line of serving girls, adjusting their ponytails or pulling up their thigh high black silk stockings. Shelly and Petrina realizing they were the only two not wearing high heels. Wondering how soon they would be attempting to walk in them for the first time.

Show Girls

It did not take long for the dinner crowd to arrive. Soon the room was full of adults being served by the little girls in black leather harnesses. But unlike the lunch time patrons, these ones stayed on after their meals. Drinks with snack food were ordered by many tables about an hour after they had finished their dinners. Shelly and Petrina finding they now had three tables to cover were soon run off their feet.

More adults flooded in until every seat was filled. The servers were now cutting across the dance floor as it was getting harder to work their way through the crush of patrons.

Suddenly the movements of the servers slowed down and then stopped completely. Shelly and Petrina found themselves standing with their fellow servers just inside the kitchen. The cooking staff was busy cleaning up the kitchen like a herd of little beavers. The two new girls noting every one of them had their heads down as the cleaned and polished everything until it literally shone.

But her fellow servers were nervously milling around as if waiting for something to happen.

Then the senior girl walked in and every one of them went down on their knees with their heads down and their hands clasped behind their backs.

“The patrons have made their choices for tonight’s entertainment.” The oldest girl informed them all.

“Choosing both new girls for tonight’s floor show.”

“Pardon me?” Shelly spoke up. “We have not volunteered to do anything.”

“Your owners have.” The lead girl surprised them with. ”And, as I have already told you, they are the only one’s who matter around here.”

“What is going to happen to us?” Petrina asked.

“Stripped, hung up by your wrists and then flogged with a soft leather flogger.” The senior girl informed her newest staff members. ”You can walk out there on your own. Or we can drag you out, strip you and do it the hard way.”

Shelly turned and reaching out gripped both of Petrina’s hands before kissing her full on the lips.

“If you whip us as we hang together at the same time.” Shelly offered. “We will walk out and strip off together.”

“Deal.” The head girl replied.

Both little girls then turned and walked off out of the kitchen. The sound of the other servers, as they were clapping their hands in praise, was ringing in their ears.

“We can survive anything if we are together.” Petrina offered in a soft voice.

Outside the two girls walked, hand in hand onto the dance floor. They felt the eyes of the surrounding adults on them. But all they cared about was being together.

Turning to face each other, both girls melded their little preteen forms together. Lips touching as tongs explored and caressed. Hands reaching behind the other, to first unbuckle the mini skirt, letting it drop to the floor at their feet. Next, caressed every inch of the others bodies as their hands descended to release the cunny strap. Hands caressing each others exposed bottom cheeks. Each others fingers reaching up and ever so slowly sliding the rear zipper down. Separating for an instant as the leather bodice eased down their torso’s to join the leather skirt at their feet.

Without stopping kissing each others lips for an instant, as their hips ground and gyrated against each other. Both girls eased down, ignoring the audience, as their hands caressed as much as helping. Their lips following the corset as it slipped off their hips. Petrina knelt before Shelly, reaching up and stripping off her thigh high nylons. Her tong caressing the other girl’s widespread loins. Then standing as Shelly knelt to repeat her performance.

Looking out at their audience as her lover licked her sex. She found they were apparently enjoying the lesbian sex show the two were putting on. Surprising herself with the realization she was looking forward to performing with her lover again.

The sound of an electric motor over their heads had the two nude little ten year old girls look up to find a large chandelier descending from the rooms ceiling.

“Your mistress is not the only one who suspends little girls from chandeliers.” Shelly noted.

“Let us hope whoever flogs us.” Petrina added. “Is more adept with a whip, than my mistress.”

The chandelier stopped just above their heads as the premiere girl walked across the dance floor towards them. With a long multi thong whip in her right hand.

“Stand side by side with your arms up over your heads.” She ordered. ”One facing me, with the other, facing away from me.”

Both girls immediately obeyed. Observing their fellow kitchen staff and servers as they were moving in to kneel in an inward facing circle between them and the adult patrons. How many times have each of them been where we are?” Shelly wondered.

“When I graduated and was purchased at auction.” The dark haired girl informed the two younger girls as she affixed their black leather cuffs to existing snap hooks on the chandeliers’ frame. “I was shocked to discover I had been purchased by the schools dietician. Initially believing I was going to be her permanent body servant.”

“Up.” The girl ordered and both little nudes were lifted upward until their heads were higher than hers.

“I was informed she too was pure Spanish bred Argentinean.” The older girl added.” Then I spent the next year, working in her kitchen under the direction of fellow student Peggy Sue. Learning from her, every aspect of successfully running a kitchen. A year later I was here setting up this restaurant under her direction.”

“My mistress was an expert with the whip and trained me to be as adept at inflicting pain without causing any permanent harm.” She added as the punisher moved to stand beside Shelly.

Her first strike wrapped around both girls loins. Shelly’s vaginal area and Petrina’s bum cheeks.

The next struck across their relatively flat chests and backsides. Standing off to one side of her victims, the expert whip mistress inflicted a dozen strikes of her whip. Each as painfully as the first

Both younger girls cried out, then screamed as their sweat drenched little forms danced under her seemingly endless rain of blows. Both fainting away just as she finished.

But a dozen were the limit set by her mistress and the young punisher knew she dared not inflict a single one more.

Full body pictures, proving her flogging had inflicted no permanent damage, would have to be taken and sent along with the day’s financial statement before she could even think of lying down in her own pallet.

Being mistress Monette’s slave was a very exacting life. But she knew there would be no excuses that would save her own hide from an even more painful flogging if she displeased her mistress in the slightest. These girls under her thumb had no idea how harsh it would be if she was here. And they had to survive under hers as she had for four long years. But to be left in charge of one of her restaurants was the greatest honor she could imagine for one who had started her life as a starving little street rat in the slums of Rio.

“The restaurant is closed.” She turned towards her patrons and instructed.

“We want to examine those two up close.” One male voice ordered.

“Do you really want to try and push yourself through the ring of staff who has just witnessed two of their fellows flogged for your pleasure?” The senior girl inquired as the ring of little girls dressed in black leathers stood and formed an outward looking two deep protective ring around their hanging fellows.

As the wealthy patrons flowed out of the restaurant, she knew none really had enough gumption.

“Get moving as the eating area must be spotlessly clean before they can be seen too.” The senior girl ordered and her serving crew hustled to obey.

“You two put on quite a show.” The restaurant leader informed the two unconscious little girls sweat dripping forms hanging in front of her. “Your owners, in attendance, receiving and refusing, innumerable offers to purchase your sweet little lesbian bodies.”

Surviving Being Pain Show Girls

Shelly awoke to find herself lying on a futon pallet in a large airy room. Sitting up and looking around, no matter how much it hurt to even move a little bit. She discovered Petrina lying right next to her, probably still unconscious.

“We really put on quite a show for them lover.” Shelly said as she propped herself up on one elbow and turned to view Petrina’s red whip marked form. “We certainly did.” The other girl whispered without even moving her head. “But I think it will be quite a while before we will be able to repeat it.”

“Those flogged are excused from a further flogging for the next six months.” The senior girl informed them as she walked up. “Most Saturday nights the little girl to be flogged is provided by one of the patrons. Though we did have a ten year old boy once, for his male owner’s birthday party.”

“Where are we?” Shelly inquired. She could see they were in a very large single room with mahogany wood on the floor and forming the barn like ceiling overhead. Four casement windows in each direction let in light, but were composed of glass blocks as the one on the hallway was.

“This is the top floor of the restaurant.” The lead girl informed her two new servers. “It’s Dutch style roof provides adequate space for the staffs sleeping pallets.”

“What time is it?” Petrina inquired. “And when can we go?”

“Your mistress has already been here and seen to both your medical needs.” The leader informed both girls.

“When?” Petrina just had to ask.

“Around midnight, right after you two were let down.” The senior girl informed both of them.

“And mine?” Shelly just had to ask.

“He was here with her.” The older girl informed her. ”And is waiting until next week before trying out Petrina’s vagina.”

“We can go then?” Shelly inquired. School was still in full swing with at least six weeks left before summer break.

“No, recovering here.” They both agreed.” Is the most advantageous method of them escaping any awkward questions if anyone catches sight of your obviously very recently flogged little forms.”

“We are to continue being servers for at least all of next week?” Petrina inquired.

“No, you two will heal up faster and with far less pain if you remain up here.” The senior girl informed them. “It will give you plenty of time to practice wearing these.”

The instructress then set a pair of knee high black leather stiletto boots down at the end of each girl’s pallet.

“Rest until tomorrow morning when you will begin learning how to walk in them.” She ordered as she set down a new litre bottle of water beside each girl.

“This is how self training works.” The senior girl informed her newest charges. It was very early Sunday morning and both newly flogged girls were lying on their side on their sleeping pallets unable to sleep. Apparently neither was the restaurant owner’s principle slave.

“See these two brass knobs set in the wall?” She inquired. “And the identical two set in the wall directly across the room from them?”

“Once the rest of the staff has been called down to start the run up to lunch.” She continued.

“You two will be alone up here for the next twelve hours.”

“Once you touch the bronze knob you will have fifteen minutes to reach the next one right across the room.”

“And if we fail to do so?” Shelly inquired.

“It will administer a mild electrical shock.’ Was the reply. “And then you have fourteen and a half minutes to reach the one right back across the room. Failing to make that one in time will result in a heavier shock being administered as you touch it.”

“If you make the next one, after a shock, in time.” She continued. “The time interval remains the same and there will be no more shocks until you fail to make it across the room in time again.”

“So every failure is punished by an increase in electrical shock level and a reduction in time to reach the next one.” Petrina said. “And making it cuts off the shock and leaves your current time movement intact.”

“How high can the electrical shock go?” Shelly inquired.

“High enough to burn your hand.” The restaurant lead girl informed them.

But every two hours you will be given a one hour break. After which the timer and the shock level will have been reset to the days starting point.” She offered.

“How long will it take for us to learn to walk in these things?” Shelly inquired.

“Not too long, I hope for your sake.” The older girl warned. “Every day the time starts out one full minute less than the previous day.”

“What is the average time it takes for a totally inexperienced girl as we are, to master walking in these ultra high heels?” Petrina inquired.

“Three days.” Was the instructresses reply. “Every one of your fellows has had to endure that form of instruction.”

“How did you learn?” Shelly then inquired.

“Our school instructs its students how to properly walk in heels, as part of the regular concubine training curriculum.” The senior girl replied.” But as my mistress requires her girls to perform in ultra high heels, so she personally instructs them.”

“How were you taught?” Petrina just had to know. As the senior girls face showed obvious distress as she remembered her own high heels training.

“The Saturday morning, right after, she acquired me. Sister Monette fastened my neck and wrists into a heavy set of wooden stocks.” The girls wide eyed face informed them. “And for the next twenty four hours she marched my otherwise nude body up and down the Front Range of the school, as I stumbled and fell in those three and a half inch thigh high boots. If I slipped down on one knee, or even a few times, fell completely down onto the floor. She switched my body until I scrambled back up and walked on.”

“And from wearing stiletto boots, every single day, ever since.” The girl added. “I am unable to walk without wearing shoes whose heels at least three inches high.”

“Wow, Petrina and Shelly both remarked. “She is an even harsher master then either of ours combined.”

“And incase you might think about performing a little repeat of you lesbian show.’ She warned them.” The room is completely covered by security cameras and only one of you at a time will be allowed out to use the washroom on the next floor down.”

Pointing up to the pair of cameras positioned in each corner of the rooms ceiling. As she walked off and down the set of stairs positioned in the center of the otherwise empty center area of the rooms hardwood floor. The sounds of the doors lock mechanism clicking open and closed. Informing both little girls, even if they were in any shape to move, there was simply no where to go.

As it hurt to even flex their arms, never mind rolling over towards each other. Both girls soon drifted off to sleep. It was dark outside and the room was softly lit with natural light bulbs set in the ceiling, when the sounds of their fellow slave staff being let back into their sleeping chamber for the night, woke them.

“We have brought you our best filet minion, baked potatoes, fresh veggies and chateau brionne.” The girls informed them. They could see everyone was helping each other out of their leather uniforms and hanging them on wooden suit hangers standing at the foot of their pallets.

“We can hardly manage to sit up, never mind eat.” Shelly managed to get out.

“No problem as we have already cut your dinner up into eatable bites.” The girl with Andrews embroidered in Bronze colored thread on her black leather corset informed them.

“Bring pillows and prop them up.” She ordered and the rest moved to obey. Two already nude girls were assisting her in removing her uniform, even as she was speaking to them.

“Does she know you rule up here?” Petrina inquired as they fed both of them their only meal of the day.

“I am being groomed to run one of these McBound restaurants one day.” She informed them. “And have only to survive three years under her mistress’s thumb in her kitchens back at her school starting in the fall, in order to qualify.”

“How hard is that?” Shelly just had to know.

“Most who have tried survive the three years of sex slave school, but not the year after with her mistress.” The girl replied.

“But she did.” Petrina added.

“And is renowned, as only the fifth girl, to ever do so.” The Andrews girl replied. “Ones named Becky Sue, Barbie and Cindy graduated just before she did.”

“Do you know her real name?” Petrina asked.

“No one is called by their own name around here.” The Andrews girl replied. ”Only your owners name is relative to your existence.”

“Lights out and it is time for bed.” The Andrews girl ordered. ”Your medication was added to your food.” If you are wondering about becoming sleepy as the pain from your skin lessens. Tomorrow we will give you body messages and rub liniment into your hurts.”

Those able too, disappeared into their own pallets and within minutes everyone was sound asleep.

“Yours is a harder master than mine.” Came from Petrina’s lips, as she drifted off to sleep.

High Heel Training 101

Both new girls were awakened by soft hands rubbing a soothing ointment over their reddened torsos. “Be still.” The Andrews girl instructed. “When we are done one side, we will roll you gently over.”

The application of the prescription body oils eased the pain as their fellows expert fingers massaged it in from their shoulders all the way down to their reddened rears. Each was then rolled over and the process repeated on their fronts. Both girls realizing the fingers were caressing and exploring as much as kneading sore muscles and applying medicated ointments.

They were then propped up on pillows and hand fed their fibrous cereal and orange juice breakfast.

Next the knee high stiletto boots were slipped up and the front laces pulled up tight. Fortunately the whip had not been applied to anywhere lower than their taught little asses.

With one girl on each side, they were stood up and assisted to walk towards one side of the room.

“It is now only eight AM.” The dorm room leader informed the two new high heel wearing girls. “Time enough for you two to get in four hours of practice with someone on either side of you to catch you when you fall.”

“Will she object to you helping us?” Petrina inquired.

“Helping your fellows is one lesson the school she attended and I will be sent to in the fall, insists their students adhere too.” The Andrews girl replied. “She sees to it we already follow that creed.”

It was, the two newbie’s discovered, very hard to walk in high heels for the first time and near impossible to do it in three inch high stilettos. Tripping over their feet at each step, being held up by larger stronger girls was a new fact of life. A few times they even brought their supporting girls down with them into a giggling pile of little girl flesh.

With only one break for a trip down the stairs, to the washroom,, made without wearing the boots. By noon they could actually walk all the way across the room without falling, more than once.

There fellows arranged the sleeping pallets in double thick rows on either side of the run between the training buttons. The bell went off and the two new servers were left to begin their high heels training as the rest of the staff trooped off in their leather bondage gear to begin creating and serving Sunday lunch.

“See you around midnight.” The Andrews girl said as she followed her fellows down the stairs. “Good luck.”

They needed it, as both girls were shocked the first and second time they made the crossing alone. Shelly then reaching out, wrapping her left arm, behind Petrina’s neck. Petrina then intertwined hers with Shelly behind her neck. From then on they made it back and forth without falling, or being shocked by the brass knob for being late.

“One hour rest.” An adult female’s voice informed the two. They simply dropped to their knees on the nearest pile of bedding.

“Begin again.” Came that adult voice in a tone, you just knew you had to obey or else suffer the painful consequences. Again they walked arm in arm back and forth. Once tripping each other up and receiving a shock for being late to the other knob.

Their ankles were numb and they no longer could feel their feet by the time two more rest hours and two more walking periods were survived.

“Done for the day.” That voice eventually thankfully instructed and they simply passed out on the nearest pallets.

Sometime much later, they managed to crawl over to their pallets in the corner and help each other strip off the boots. Arm in arm they dragged themselves to the bottom of the stairs and pushed the call button beside the door for permission to pass through and use the washroom.

A few minutes afterwards the door unlocked and they both stumbled into the washroom. After using the toilet, they dragged themselves to a shower and after turning on the water. Just stood there with their feet blocking the drain as the water poured over their bodies and pooled over their feet.

I cannot feel my toes.” Petrina remarked. “Our feet are now as red and sore as the rest of our bodies.”

‘She let both of us into the washroom at the same time.” Shelly noted.

“Probably because she knows we are just one little pile of pain with no strength or inclination left for a little girl on girl hanky panky.” Petrina replied.

Drying off with towels was impossible and using the hard wired hair dryers almost as painful. Within an hour they managed to stumble back to the door leading upstairs. Within a few minuets, their request for passage through the locked door was granted. Both little girls managing to just barely make it up the stairs to collapse back on their own pallets side by side.

That night their fellows took time to again massage their reddened bodies. Applying the same soothing ointments and massage to their feet as well as their torso’s.

After which came the hand feeding. Everyone then drifting off to sleep right after.

Our New Home?

The chatter of little girl’s voices woke both exhausted new girls Monday morning to find their fellows already up and about. Combing their, or each others hair and getting dressed in white blouses under knee length dark blue sleeveless one piece skirted schoolgirl uniforms. Complete with underwear, knee high white socks and shiny black paten leather saddle shoes.

“Where are you going?” Shelly inquired. As the rest of the girls slipped on red leather back packs.

“School, of course.” The Andrews girl informed the incredulous looking newbie’s. “Don’t you both go to school?”

“Yes we do.” Petrina answered. “But you are the entire restaurant’s staff.”

“The restaurant only opens for dinner during the week.” She replied. “The majority owner insists our academic education levels are in the top ten percent. With punishments handed out to those who fail to meet her expectations.”

“We are held to those standards.” Shelly informed the leading girl. “And receive punishment when we do not.”

“Then you will fit right in.” She added as she herded her fellows down the stairs. “They will need a new leader after I am sent to the Swiss School in September. I have been informed you are under instruction to learn how to lead and direct others.”

Within a few minutes, they were all gone and the two sore bodied ones were left all alone in the great expanse.

“All right you two slackers.” A voice came to their ears. “Petrina, proceed to the bathroom and then retrieve your morning feeding from the cart at the bottom of the stairs.”

It was the senior girl, who obviously had more important things to do that hustle their buts personally.

Petrina walked off and Shelly heard the door at the bottom open and close to let her out.

“I have not been informed if you two will be permanently joining our staff after next weekend. “The voice informed her, once she was alone. “But your owner has indicated you would benefit from the practice of leading the others under my direction.”

“Then we can expect to be returned here in the fall?” Shelly just had to ask.

“Yes, but keep that little bit of probability to your self.” Shelly was warned. “Petrina is just not ready, to learn to share you with the others, as of yet.’

“Share me?” The incredibly beautiful young girl inquired. “How do you mean, learn to share me?”

“Your fellows are forbidden to physically interact with males other than their absent owners.” The voice informed her. “And you have already demonstrated your skill stimulating the one place every female needs scratching once and a while.”

“If you expect me, to be everyone’s, Sapphic play toy.” Shelly asked in an angry tone. “You are greatly mistaken.”

“Mistress” Is more what I had in mind, the voice soothingly replied. ”You will find they will be falling all over themselves to please you. Even just for a peck on the cheek.”

“How do you know it will work?” The lone prisoner inquired of her jailor’s voice.

“It works for the Andrews girl.” The surprising revelation brought a puzzled look to Shelly’s face. The sleeping accommodations area leader had not indicated she preferred the Sapphic lifestyle. Even after seeing the two new girl’s performance Saturday night. “And you are already as proficient a little lesbian pleaser teaser, at ten as she is at thirteen.”

“Even though, she actually prefers being driven to orgasm, by the rock hard cock, of her ex football linebacker, male owner.”

Her future was apparently already scripted and there was nothing she could do about it. Now finding another little lesbian girl, for both of them to share this summer, was now going to be a priority if Shelly did not want to have Petrina go ballistic on her this fall. They were going to be given to the restaurant as indentured servers. And the rest of the girls would soon be circling around the one, who skill pleasing females had been so ably demonstrated right in front of them,

“Your turn.” Perky little Petrina informed her lover. To Petrina, being locked up, all alone with Shelly for the rest of the week was as perfect an existence as she could ever hope for. No matter how much her body hurt from even the slightest move. The other indentured little girls had already made Sapphic advances to her, by caressing her bum cheeks while licking their lips as they passed. She was considering replying in kind, after she made sure her primary lover did not mind.

Shelly just stood and gave her best friend a peck on the cheek as they pasted. Every inch of her torso stung like it had been stuck by a hornet all over. She had no desire to add to it by disobeying the older girl who ran the restaurant. The owner’s girl had already survived four years at that Swiss school. Proving she was far tougher than pampered princess, Shelly and Petrina were.

After performing her morning abolitions and eating the fibrous cereal with orange juice that served as breakfast. Shelly requested and was granted permission to return up to the sleeping floor.

‘Talk to anyone?” Shelly inquired as she returned to her pallet.

“We are alone up here.” Was all Petrina replied. Whether or not the senior girl, had talked to Petrina over the intercom, as she had with Shelly. Was something that was not going to be revealed to her.

“Do not forget to put on your black nylons first this time.” The voice informed the two imprisoned in the rooftop dormitory. Both girls potting the black nylons, hanging on the lower arms of a wooden men’s suit frame at the foot of their beds. As easily as possible, they moved over and sitting down, began putting them on. |

“It hurts to even bend down and slip these on.” Petrina gasped.

‘We can help each other put on the boots.” Shelly gasped herself.

Both trainee high heeled servers faces were covered in tears by the time they managed to get their high heeled boots on and laced up.

“This is another form of torture.” Shelly informed her fellow. “I will bet those cameras are recording every nuance of our trials leaning how to walk in these high heels.”

“But I have noticed the tiny red lights on each camera are only on from twelve noon until we are done for the day.” Petrina informed her lover.

“Then let’s get some practice in and surprise the one’s who are watching or soon will be.” Shelly said.

Both girls struggled up, intertwined their arms behind each others necks as before. Off they stumbled, arm in arm, endlessly back and forth across the room. Hours before they were required too do so, by the training machine.

Today they made it back and forth between the knobs, without falling even once. They still collapsed face down on the pallets when the rest hour was announced. Then fainted dead away, when the end of their second days training was announced.

Again they were woken by the retiring staff girls. But it was not dark outside, this time. Obviously they were returning from school as they all immediately removed books and papers from their backpacks and began working on homework.

“Keep your boots on until we return from cooking and serving dinner.” The Andrews girl instructed the two trainees. “That way your ankles will not swell because they are confined by the stiffeners built into the boots.”

“We made it all day without falling or getting shocked for running late.” Shelly informed the upstairs leader.

“If you make it through tomorrow, without missing a sequence.” She informed them both. “You will move on to trying to walk up and down the stairs in them. And by Thursday you will graduate and be one of us.”

“We are looking forward to that.” Petrina informed her.

“Good, because we have to each cover four tables at every meal until you are.” She informed them with a smile on her lips. “Now you must excuse me.” She then added. “I have my own homework to do.”

“This might not be much more of a different life.” Petrina noted.” Than the one we already live.”

“Remember, we are only on very temporary loan.” Shelly replied. “And will be back under our owners thumb by this weekend.”

After the others had been called to prepare and serve dinner. The two in training struggled to regain there footing and continue walking in the high heeled boots.

"We need to go it alone." Shelley announced.

"Okay." Petrina answered as she let go of her friend. Both girls, making it no more than five steps, before ending up with their bare asses on the hard wooden floor. They were zapped by the brass knobs for being tardy. But managed, from then on to make it back and forth in time. Actually by the time the voice informed them. This days training was over. They were walking back and forth with hardly a wobble in their steps.

Looking at each other, Shelly gripped Petrina’s left hand in her right and they walked towards the stairwell. Then realized why the stairs steps were wider than normal and had handrails on either side for support. Walking down in high heels you had to place your feet very carefully in order to have it all on a step as it was very hard to balance your body on the fine heel.

They waited for the door to unlock and with relative ease strode into the washroom and used the facilities. Retuning they found was easier as you could see where to place the much wide toe area of the boot. They were soon walking up the stairs without even placing your weight on the narrow high heels.

“I think we are ready for the serving line.” Shelly said to Petrina. “And a day early too.” Petrina replied.

Both girls walked over to their pallets and eased down on their knees facing each other.

“We can survive anything if we can survive the last few days.” Shelly stated.

“As long as we are together, we can survive anything.’ Petrina replied as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Shelly’s lips.

“We are the property of others who might not let us continue to be as close as we have been lately.” Petrina continued. “And there are others who might wish to intrude on our intimacies’.”

“One day I will be in control of one of the world’s wealthiest trusts.” Shelly said to Petrina as her hands reached out and tenderly placed her fingers on either side of her face. “Then no one will be able to stand between us.”

That night, they showed off their hard learned ability to walk in stiletto boots to their fellows.

The Andrews girl was seeing to the medication being applied their bodies as her fellows were removing her servers uniform. Shelly noting her hands caressing the bodies of those who unzipped her leather body suit and kissed the lips of the one who stood up in front of her after removing her boots and nylons. Realizing many of the staff might not follow the Sapphic lifestyle. But little females caught up in a restrictive, regimented life needed to share some tender intimacies with those who were their fellows.

“If she who rules our lives has seen you walking unaided as you have just demonstrated.” The dormitory leader informed both girls as they were fed their midnight meal. : She will probably excuse you from tomorrows training regime.”

After stripping of their boots the rest of the staff wandered to their own pallets and soon everyone was sound asleep. Petrina, who after checking on her current lover and finding she was sleeping soundly. Then crawling off, to join two dusky skinned Somalian girls. Who had raped her with their long fingers up her rear and frontal orifices as they applied the ointment to her skin. Her light skinned form was soon intertwined with both of their darker skinned forms in a corner away from the rest.

The lonely Prisoner

Tuesday morning the two new girls were up and about with the rest, following them down to the next floor down. Most of this floor was one big washroom with door less toilet stalls along the walls and two lines of sinks with mirrors above back to back right down the middle. Next door was a great shower room with taps and shower heads lining the ceramic tilled walls. Wicker baskets of clean towels to dry your bodies and chrome hatch set in the wall to dispose of the damp ones. Each sink had a wired in hair dryer like the ones found in hotel rooms. Each staffer having her own toothbrush, but toothpaste, hairspray and under arm deodorant were apparently universal.

“Who takes care of your laundry?” Shelly inquired as she dumped her towel down the disposal shoot. After drying their hair, each girl retrieved her school outfit from a rack set just besides the door leading up to the dorm as they walked by. Shelly and Petrina checking, but not finding, any uniforms with their names on. Instead the clothes they were wearing when they arrived there.

As they returned to the roof top dormitory, each girl picking up a bowl of breakfast cereal, adding milk from a milk cooler dispenser right next to the multi tray unit their bowls of cereal were on. Picking up a bottle of orange juice from the cooler beside it and proceeding to eat breakfast

“Who sets out the new clean uniforms and fills the cereal bowls, milk dispenser and breakfast drink cooler?” Petrina inquired.

“We have no idea.” The Andrews girl replied as the rest put on their school uniforms. Soon they were gone and the two newbie’s were left alone in the dormitory.

“Return to the washroom level and put on your street clothes.” The lead girl informed the only two left in the dormitory. “And you can find out the answers to the questions you have just asked.”

So off Shelly and Petrina went. Dressed in the white silk slip dresses, knee high silk lace hose, under wear and matching white paten leather slippers. “Push the clothing racks, empty cereal bowls in the serving racks into the elevator right in front of you.’ Both little preteens did as they were told, finding themselves back in the kitchen area.

“I take care of the laundry, clean their washroom shower area during the day and then set out their breakfast before I go to bed each night.” The restaurant owners slave informed the only other two remaining in the building. “A laundry service takes care of washing, repairing and setting the school uniforms on the rolling racks.” She added. “They also take care of all the linens. All I have to do is dump them into rolling buggies and place them in the rear loading dock. Then roll the new ones up there each day.”

“Do you ever have any time for yourself?” Shelly inquired.

“Or leave the building?” Petrina added.

“Most nights I get eight hours sleep and my chores are often done before they return from school.” The older girl replied. “But my mistress has forbidden me to leave the building.”

“How would she know if you left?” Shelly inquired.

“The same device that opens the doors for me tracks my location down to the room I’m in at the time.” The girl replied. “Disobeying my mistress is one mistake you never make more than once.” She softly replied. Her eyes were wide and her upper lip trembled when she told the two little girls that last revelation.

“You are a virtual prisoner here.” Shelly said. “At least the staff is allowed outside to go to school.”

“It is the price our mistress requires of us for the gift she bestows on us. Allowing us to run, one of her restaurants, in her name.” The lead girl replied.

“How many of you are there?” Shelly just had to ask.

“There are two of us so far as I know.” Their fellow slave admitted. “But I have never met the other one.”

“Do you have a name?” Petrina asked. “I know everyone else is known by their owner’s name. But you once must have had one.”

“Once I was known as “Street Rat.” The senior girl answered. ”But that seems so long ago, I have almost forgotten it.”

“Do you know anything about the world outside or current events, music or celebrities?” Shelly then asked.

“My life is here, inside this building, running her restaurant. I do not need to concern myself with anything outside of it, or anyone else.” The girl replied. She seemed proud of her achievements and satisfied with her life.

“If you like, you are free to leave the building if you promise me you will return by three thirty with the rest of the staff.” The girl offered.

“No, I think we will go back upstairs, put on our uniforms and help you with your chores for the rest of the day.” Shelly informed her.

She had looked into Petrina’s face as she had said that and watched as her wandering lover had agreed. Last night Petrina had gone off and found another Shelly had discovered she sort of missed being her only one. Something like she had supposed Petrina would feel like when they returned in the fall and Shelly was required to use her Sapphic skills to influence the dormitory full of fellow staff members to do her bidding.

“Is everything OK?” Petrina inquired as they helped each other dress.

“I am saddened by her revelation of the life she has grown to accept.” Shelly replied.

“Why?” Petrina asked. “It is obvious she has freely chosen it.”

“Because she has no one to share it with as we do.” Shelly softly replied.

“Maybe, if we do get sent back here in the fall.” Petrina replied. “You can add her to your string of conquests.”

“You are the only bauble on my chain.” Shelly replied as they carefully walked down the stairs to the second floor door.”

“So far.” Was all Petrina would admit to on that topic.

With three girls working at it instead of one, they were soon done. The senior girl then led her volunteer helpers up a narrow winding stair to a small set of bare rooms in the space left by the expensive washroom complex on the second floor. The larger one had two windows and the smaller one which was her personal washroom with its own sink toilet and bath tub had one. But each was composed of those glass blocks that let in light but blocked anyone seeing in or out.

A comfortable pallet, a rack of her uniforms, three more pairs of high heeled boots, a dresser for underwear and silk stockings consisted of the rooms’ furnishings. Except for two clocks on the wall and a new laptop set on a rolling desk with a secretary’s chair beside it. One of the clocks had “Geneva Time” written on the wall right under it.

But there was no sign of a TV, or a CD player or even a radio anywhere in the room. There was no sign of any books around either.

“What’s in the closet?” Shelly wondered out loud.

“Only my old school uniforms I keep for old time’s sake.” The single girl replied.

She walked over to reveal it was full of white blouses, dark blue wrap around pleated skirts, black saddle shoes and white knee high socks all on hangers. Petrina reached in and examined one white blouse. To discover “Street Rat” Embroidered in dark blue thread over the blouses left side shirt pocket.

“Sister A gave me that name and informed me I would have to earn another if I wanted one.” The senior girl informed her visitors. “But I grew to get used to be referred to by that name and after a year no longer wished to be known as anyone else.”

“Sister A?” Shelly inquired. “That is the name of the head nun who runs the school.” The girl informed them. “And one everyone feared even more than my mistress.”

“It is very unlikely we will ever meet either one of those harsh mistresses’.” Shelly said.

{But she was very wrong on that prediction of their futures.}

“Where does the adult male who greeted my mistress when she brought us into the restaurant, live?” Petrina inquired.

“He is under contract to my mistress.” The senior girl informed her two new staff. ”His job is to deal with reservations and great the restaurants patrons as they arrive. His contract expressly forbids him from entering any other areas of the restaurant.”

“Who deals with the suppliers if something is not delivered or is of poor quality?” Shelly, the business woman in training inquired. She was responsible for the upkeep and maintenance of his mansion and was already known as a tough bargainer and one not to attempt to treat lightly.

“If I can not fix it over the phone.” The restaurant manager replied. “I inform whoever I am dealing with, that I will have to pass this problem on up to my mistress. That usually takes care of the problem immediately as no one wants to have to deal with her face to face.”

“Do you have internet access?” Petrina inquired.

“Yes, as I require it to report to my mistress the activities of her restaurant and staff.” The girl replied.

Petrina set herself down in front of the laptop and soon had it up and running.

“You have a “T One link.” She informed the rooms’ occupants. “It is the fastest link possible.”

“This is a new double Celeron sixty bit bus with a very large hard dive, newest CD,DVD burner, with a very fast graphics card for playing games.” She informed the other two. Both of which obviously had no idea what she was talking about. “ It must be worth four thousand dollars at least.”

“There is no spy ware or key logging programs running in it either.” She added a few minutes later.

“So?” The restaurant girl inquired.

“You can serf the net without your mistress swatting your backside because she will never find out.” The techie informed her two non techie listeners.

“So?” The prisoner again inquired.

“You may not be able to leave the building to interact with the rest of the world.” Petrina informed her. “But with this rocket you can bring it all into your bedroom.”

She turned the laptop towards the two others. Showing its screen quartered with scenes of people dancing, a car chase and news service scrolling down.

“Show me how?” The elder girl asked the younger one. “I will use it to fill my free time after my chores are done.” She informed them both.

The front doors chime announcing the return of the rest of the staff from school. Finally interrupted Petrina’s instructions on Internet surfing protocols, of the other two girls.

“You will eventually find it necessary to limit your internet time.’ Petrina informed the leader as they walked back down the narrow winding staircase. “Many people become addicted to it as if it were a narcotic.”

“Fear of displeasing my mistress will suffice, I assure you.” The elder girl replied. “One session under her lash is enough to put the fear of another into your memories to last anyone’s lifetime.”

The restaurant leader opened the doors and let her staff in and up to their dormitory level. Shelly and Petrina joining their stream of young female bodies as it flowed upward.

“You two have really fitted in.” The Andrews girl complimented when they reached the dorm.

“What did you do all day?”

“We helped the senior girl with her chores.” Shelly replied. “Finding out she is the one who cleans up the second floor after you are gone and sets out your clean clothes and breakfast.”

“We surmised it.” The Andrews girl replied. “But no one was ever asked to help her.”

“We volunteered.” Petrina said.

“What will you do to pass the time when your school is out for the summer?” Shelly inquired. Actually she had no Idea what her own summer would be like. She would only know at the time it was taking place.

“We go to the beach, play in a soccer league and practice our instruments.” The girl informed the temporary staff. “Our school is also a conservatory and we form its youth orchestra.”

“I play the violin.” Petrina informed everyone. “Some even consider me a child protégée.”

“You are virtuoso Eduardo’s privately tutored prize pupil.” The Somalia twins said as they walked up. “It was you who played from behind that room divider at our last concert.”

“Yes, that was me.” Petrina admitted.

Shelly watched as the girls all gathered around her lover. Discussing rosins, bow strings, Mozart and Stradivari. Finding it difficult, to be the one on the outside for the very first time in her life. Her physical beauty, friendly disposition and wealth had always, up until now, placed her in the center of attraction.

“What instrument do you play?” The Andrews girl finally inquired of Shelly. Petrina had gone off with the entire string section to discuss their maestros predilection for music by writers who were long dead.

“I am just a dancer.” Shelly replied. Understanding the crew chief was simply practicing the skill of inclusion as she must have noted the blond girl had been left out of the rest of the group.

“We take dancing lessons, but only have each other for partners.” The Andrews girl finally added.

“Time for everyone to get your homework done.” She then announced in a loud voice as she clapped her hands to get everyone of her fellow’s attention. That broke up the groups and Petrina wandered back to be with Shelly.

“You now have another interest to share with those dusky skinned beauties.” Shelly remarked as her lover strode up.

”I am positive performing your whip dance for them would make you as popular.” Petrina softly replied.

“But did you not tell me you have already been part of a multi racial multi female snuggle?” Petrina then added, when she realized her lover had noticed her slipping off to be with the twins.

“I prefer the one on one session we have shared.” Shelly replied.

“Me too, lover, me too.” Petrina quietly replied as she kissed Shelly on the lips. “Next time I will demonstrate to you the new techniques our fellows taught me.”

They just lay on their side beside each other until the bell rang announcing it was time for the staff to get into their uniforms and go downstairs and get started on dinner. Helping each other to dress in their servers uniforms and joined the rest as they descended the stairs to work.

By Friday Shelly and Petrina were completely integrated into the restaurants routines. Spending the mornings helping the senior girl perform her chores and then with her as she surfed the net for a few hours afterwards. Petrina setting her up for music and video downloads. Carefully blocking out her access, to time wasting, chat and newsgroup boards.

By now, covering three tables for dinner made the evenings fly by and assisting in the afterwards cleanup made everyone tired by the time it was to eat from the leftover food troughs and troop off upstairs to bed.

“You owners are here.” The senior girl informed both temporary staff as they lined up to troop off to bed.

“I will let you out into the foyer were they are waiting to pick you up.” She added.

“See you in the fall.” The rest of the staff waived as they were led off.

“See you in three years.” The Andrews girl said to herself. “I have been informed I will be in the last few months of my last year when you arrive for your first.”

Separated Pair

Their owners were waiting for them when the senior girl let them out of the ding room entrance doors.

Shelly’s owner reached out, picking up the end of the lead chain hanging down from the leather collar around her neck and pulling her up close.

“We have quite a lot of personal time to catch up on.” He informed his property. “Before I exchange, you for Petrina on Saturday afternoon.”

Both girls were wrapped up in ankle length black leather hooded cloaks and whisked outside and into their owners vehicles without even been given time to say goodbye to either the restaurant leader or each other.