The Skylar Diaries III: Clean (c) Copyright Sascha Illyvich, 2001
By:  Sascha Illyvich

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Today would have been one of those boring days where nothing much went on except the normal chores, if it hadn’t been for a phone call from another woman whom I later discovered was a friend of Mistress Katrina’s.  It was Saturday, our day off from work.

Well, as you can probably guess, the other woman came over, all dressed up in thigh highs, heels, a short mini skirt and cute top.  At least Miss Katrina thought it was cute.  I wanted to rip if right off and suckle those beautiful large breasts but I knew my place.

Katrina introduced us when her friend arrived; I greeted them both at the door on my knees, eyes lowered.  I felt somewhat embarrassed at my nakedness, which became more apparent as Lindsey pointing out my semi-erect cock.  

Mistress Katrina tugged on my chin and I was forced to look up at my new Mistress, as she was introduced.  

“Sky, I want you to meet your new Mistress today.  She is going to make use of you for the day as I have work related things to do.  I know, I said we’d get more time together but you work in the same industry, you know the job.”

Accounting fucking sucks…

Anyway, I nodded, “Yes Mistress Katrina.”

“You will obey her every command as you would mine, and I want to hear what a good boy my Sky is when she returns.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes Mistress Katrina.”

“She is not all as well trained as a Mistress and does not have all the things you and I do, but none the less I’m sure you will both get along fine.  I expect nothing less.”

Her stern look reinforced the longevity of this day.  Saturdays were always lazy days for me, but they became more tedious when I became property of Miss Katrina.  I was busy with chores, housework.  Laundry, yard work if need be.  And finally, I was responsible for dinner preparation. Three months of this and I had become quite the little housemaid.  I actually enjoyed it but truthfully, I enjoyed it more when I pleased Miss Katrina.  I wondered how that would be taken care of today since I was apparently going away.

I was told to fetch myself some loose clothes, I would be helping Miss Lindsey with some hard labor.  I found some sweatpants, a t-shirt and shoes, and on the dresser where I normally kept a watch box and spare change, was a collar.  I picked up the leather collar, brought it to my nose and inhaled the scent, fresh.  Black, one little ring in front and a clasp in the back.  It looked like it wouldn’t fit Mistress Katrina but I had never seen it so I didn’t know.  I set it back down and rushed to the living room where I was escorted, standing up for once, to Miss Lindsey’s car.  

“You’ll have to excuse the mess, I’m in the process of making my den an office.” She said sweetly.  Already her tone was different from Miss K’s.  Lindsey had an airy, light tone whereas Mistress Katrina seemed more down to earth.  I wondered how they could have possibly met.

Miss Lindsey talked for most of the drive about herself, her experiences as a Female Dominant and her job.  She then began to ask questions of my relationship with Miss Katrina which I answered with pithy comments.  

“You know I’m allowing you more freedom,” she spoke, almost as if she wished me to break role.  

I nodded and pondered some of her questions but we arrived at her house.  She got out, I followed her into the house and saw the mess of office supplies immediately.  She looked at me, her eyes piercing, almost as captivating as Mistress Katrina’s and asked me to remove my shirt.  All good subs need be in some state of undress.  

The afternoon dragged on slowly as we moved boxes, furniture and such.  We took a break around the early part of the evening, as both of us were sweating, hot and tired.  I kept my eyes lowered until I saw a pair of panties thrown at my feet and her hand was on my chin.

“God I’ve wanted to test this out since Katrina told me about you.”  Her sultry voice told me I was about to be put to better use.

She pushed me down on my knees and thrust her hips in my face.  The aroma of sweat and hormones filled my head.  She placed her hand on the back of my head and forced my face into her crotch.  The black bush tasted salty as I thrust my tongue inside to taste and lick, just as I did with Mistress Katrina.

It didn’t take long for her to spend her energy and come against my face, as mentioned before we were both tired from moving things.  After she finished, she stood me up, led me to the couch and promised Katrina a good report if…


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