| SIN AND DEX: LOST FROM 124TH STREET [ part 9 ] I was worried. After all their training and preparation we had hit a major problem. Sinister was so scared of the dark that it could send her catatonic! And I had to send her in a sealed box to her new owner in a perfect state - not in a state! “Master what can I do to help?” Dexter asked me, she’d been watching me as I sat there thinking, I shook my head. “Nothing at the moment but you couldn’t make me a cup of tea? You will find everything in the kitchen just through there.” I pointed the way for her and she went to do as I asked. I was deep in my thoughts as I watched Sinister playing her flute for Pauline and Billie-Jo; I turned on the speakers and listened to her as I thought. I could put a small battery light into her crate so that she’d have a light, but then the view would be only that of a small wooden box, more like a coffin than anything else. No the light was out it would cause more problems than anything, she would have to be gagged as any moans from inside a crate would be investigated, and with the two dildo’s that she’d have inside her she would moan. If only Dexter could be with her! That way she’d always know that she wasn’t alone. Dexter? The thought then stuck a cord. DEXTER! I’d brought her up here to ask her about Sinister and she was now in the kitchen, I hadn’t switched the phones over to the computer! I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen. Dexter was pouring the hot water into a teapot; she looked up as I ran into the room. “I’m sorry master,” She said, “But the kettle has only just boiled, I’m trying to be as quick as possible.” I smiled at her, relieved that she hadn’t taken it into her head to try to escape. I waited as she poured the water into the pot and allowed the tea to brew. “Why didn’t you take advantage of me and try to get out?” I asked her, she blushed and then turned away from me. “To be honest master it didn’t occur to me, I was so worried about Sinister that I only thought of her.” And she laughed at that, a normal laugh not hysterical, she turned back to me her face smiling and tears of mirth in her eyes, “The only time I might have got out ... And I didn’t even try!” She ran into my arms still laughing, I held onto her. It seems that Dexter had accepted her new role in life. We made drinks for every one and walked back to the basement, I still made sure the doors were locked securely and that the phones were under computer control. It wasn’t that I distrusted Dexter. It was a habit that I had to maintain. Dexter went to the piano to continue her practise as Pauline, Billie-Jo and Sinister sat and drank their drinks. I watched Sinister as she drank and talked with Pauline. There was no sign that she remembered blacking out. But until I could get her past that stage she wouldn’t be able to travel. I needed expert help with this. Leaving Pauline and Billie-Jo to carry on with the pleasure/pain training, I returned upstairs to my computer and opened the communication package. The Ropeville directory appeared and I clicked on Elizabeth’s number. An oriental girl answered my call. “Good Afternoon Sue-Li,” I said, “Is Elizabeth available?” The girl smiled at me. “Good afternoon Mr. Purple.” Sue-Li said, “I’m afraid my mistress is not available at the moment. We have a few girls requiring attention, if I can ask her to contact you later?” I really had to learn that I wasn’t the only person that Elizabeth dealt with, so I nodded. “Yes please Sue-Li,” I told her and then explained to her –knowing that she would pass the whole message on, “I have a problem with one of my charges, and would appreciate Elizabeth’s help.” Sue-Li nodded, “Certainly Mr. Purple,” She said, “I will pass the message on. Was there anything else?” She asked me, I almost said no, but then said, “Well yes. How’s little Cat getting on?” the smile on Sue-Li’s face grew broader as she replied. “She is so happy here. She helps my mistress with her work, and is also attending the school and is doing very well in her studies.” Then her face altered slightly as she added, “Some nights though she is quiet and cries for her mother, but mistress tells me this is normal for her and she will get over it soon. But then we cuddle and kiss, and she’s soon happy again.” “I’m sorry to hear that Sue-Li please look after her for me and tell her I still love her, that’s if Elizabeth thinks she should know that.” I said feeling slightly concerned about Little Cat – I shouldn’t feel that way about one of my trainees, but I found that I did! “I will ask Mistress first.” Sue-Li told me, we then said goodbye to each other and closed the connection. My monitor screen was showing Pauline lying on the arm of a chair while Sinister was using a paddle on her backside with Billie-Jo giving instructions. ---- I gave the girls some lessons later on smiling at the way all of them, with the exception of Billie-Jo, were sitting rather gingerly on their seats. Sinister and Dexter were now taking lessons well in advance of their years and seemed to retain more than I thought they could, it was almost as if the shared the information between each other. I hoped it would help them later on. I allowed them to play with Billie-Jo while Pauline and I prepared dinner. While we were doing that my computer chimed, when I went to it Elizabeth was visible on my screen. “Good evening Elizabeth.” I said, she smiled and smiled at me in greeting, I quickly explained the problem and he face grew serious. “That’s a bad problem she has! You’ll never get rid of it in a few weeks, she would need ‘normal’ therapy for several months, if not years – and I don’t think you have that time available.” I agreed that I didn’t. Elizabeth thought for a moment before speaking again. “Paul do you mind if I spoke to Pauline in private?” she asked me, I didn’t mind as long as it could help Sinister – and so I carried on with the dinner while Pauline was in the other room talking to Elizabeth on the computer. ------- As the dinner was nearly ready I rang the bell in the basement to alert the three girls to prepare for dinner. I didn’t want to wait while they cleaned their faces and hands of each other’s juices – it was also their responsibility to get the table ready for the food. I went to the door of the computer room and could hear Elizabeth’s voice still speaking, so I left them alone and took the food downstairs to the others. The three girls were standing by the table, their faces flushed and all breathing heavily, but their hands and faces were clean and didn’t have any smell or taste, except of soap – I kissed each one of them to make sure. The food was out and half eaten when Pauline arrived, she had a calculating look in her eyes and was very quiet; she didn’t speak to us but took an interest in what we were saying. At one point Billie-Jo looked at me and cocked her head at Pauline as if to ask ‘what’s wrong with her?’ I shook my head. After dinner Pauline asked me if she could have a word with Sinister upstairs and alone. Her face was still serious and I realise that a new aspect was looking at me, I nodded and playfully took a collar and lead from a cupboard, I placed the collar around Sinister’s neck and the lead into Pauline’s hands, a smile from the Pauline I knew peeked at me and she said, “Come on doggie.” To Sinister, who carried on with the joke and barked as she ran up the stairs. I looked at Dexter and Billie-Jo. “Well then,” I said, “What are we going to do?” “I’ve always wanted to make love to music.” Billie-Jo said, Dexter giggled. “I’ve never watched that before,” Dexter said, “It sounds like fun.” She added as she walked to the piano. I went to Billie-Jo and picked her up; Dexter started to play a slow piece of music, faintly reminiscent of old-style picture houses in the silent age. I carry Billie-Jo over to the bed and lower her onto it. She smiled up at me as she lay on the bed; I smiled at her and lowered myself down to lick at her moistening slit. As my tongue made contact I heard the music pick up in a bobbing tune, and so I copied the beat with each swipe that I took. Billie-Jo tried not to gasp as she felt my attack on her modesty and began to raise her hips to meet my face, I went to move back but she brought her legs up to trap my head, I was aware of this and moved my arms up and then used them to spread her legs apart. I was starting to dig into her young cunt, nibbling at her clit; I felt her hands on my head, trying to hold me in place while she was building up to her climax. I could hear the music also seeming to speed up with Billie-Jo’s movements, and I could taste he juices as she was starting to scream in pleasure. “OOOOHHHhhh mmmaasster.” She called out as she stiffened in her climax and then her body went limp, I took the opportunity to move up to her forming breasts, taking first one and then over to the other, although young she was able to get pleasure out of the manipulations of her tits. Dexter had slowed down her music, I didn’t know what the tune was I think she was just making it up as Billie-Jo and I moved together. I felt Billie-Jo’s hands on my cock as she started to rub it. I stopped and looked in her eyes; they were smouldering and almost seemed to be begging for me to enter her. I placed my arms on the bed on either side of the young girl so that I wouldn’t be crushing her with my weight and I whispered into her ear, “You’ll have to position me before I can enter you.” I told her she nodded and I felt her hand grasping hold of me and then the feel of her skin as she aimed me at her slit. I pulled back slightly and then moved into her narrow channel – the piano chimed out a chord as penetration was established. And Billie-Jo sighed as she felt me filling her. I looked into the young girl eyes as I started the slow movements, pushing into her narrow channel watching her face as her body was invaded by me, and then she got into the rhythm and was pushing back at me. Her sheath was gripping me as she used her muscles in her vagina; I think she was learning from Pauline, if I only knew when they had the time? I saw Billie-Jo’s eyes start to roll as she couldn’t hold herself back, she threw her arms around my neck and held tight to me, I couldn’t contain myself and spurted inside her, and I noticed that the music, which was playing so loud, had started to slow down and was changing into a lullaby. I looked at Billie-Jo, her eyes were closed and her body was flushed in a rosy hue, I kissed her and slowly lifted myself from her. “Thank you master,” She murmured as I left her, “I needed that.” And she rolled onto her side; I kissed her neck again and left her to walk over to Dexter who was still watching from the piano. I said to her, “Thank you for the music, it wasn’t in the same mode as Boléro, but just as enjoyable.” She looked at me quizzically and then asked. “What’s Boléro Master?” Which reminded me - I’d seriously deprived her of some interesting films. |