The finer things in life

No sooner had the girls sat down at a round table on a balcony overlooking a constructed glade with pouring water down beautifully crafted waterfalls before a woman in white serving uniform greeted them. Her long sleeved shirt and full length pants being in stark contrast to Ashley and her companions that further emphasised their nakedness to their surroundings.

“Hello ladies, my name is Daisy, I will be your server. What would you ladies like to order?” The woman asked with a hearty fake smile.

Ashley was yet again taken back by the politeness that slaves were offered at this establishment, so used to judgmental glares from her previous classmates.

“Daddy said to treat ourselves today.” Kristy said with a mischievous grin.

“It’s like you read my mind sis.” Rose answered her and turned to the server.

“Can we have a bottle of Dom Pérignon?” She asked.

“Certainly, miss. Would you like to see which years we carry?” Daisy asked, her mask covering her disdain only slipping for a bare moment before her fake smile once again was seen plastered across her face.

“Just give us your best bottle, please.” Rose continued without a care in the world. Ashley was so enamoured by the idea of a proper drink that she didn’t catch either the sharpness of Rose’s rebuttal, nor the server’s envy.

“Anything else?” Daisy asked.

“Do you have fries?” Ashley blurted out in sudden excitement as if she had remembered something dear that had been lost to her.

“Fries?” Daisy asked in mild confusion, this time not able to mask her genuine reaction.

“French fries.” Ashley explained, completely misreading the server’s questioning demeanour.

“I don’t know.”

“Can you ask?” Ashley pressed.

“Sure, I’ll ask the chef. So that’s one bottle of our finest champagne and… french fries.” She said, finishing the last part slowly to give the guests ample time to come clean about them messing with her, which to her dismay never seemed to come.

“That’s it.” Rose chippered.

Ashley looked out over their view below. Naked women stood showering in the waterfalls, the water broken by their womanly curves. Others sat in shallow areas and scrubbed each other's backs. To her dismay she noticed that they weren't wearing collars.

“They aren’t slaves?” Ashley asked and pointed down at them.

Rose snorted. Ashley’s question was a prepostreous one, but she didn’t know that. “No, they’re just showgirls.” Rose said. “What? You think this place could afford to buy slaves just to provide their guests with a nice view?” Rose's question madeAshley get a feeling that it was a ludicrous idea to not make use of all a **** has to offer its owner. It got her thinking, Theodore had never even raised the question if he was going to fuck her if she signed on to be his ****. He just did it once she belonged to him. Rose practically laughing at the very idea that a ****'s holes wasn't being used by its owner meant that Theodore had probably assumed that it was a given that he would and that she too knew at the time that she would be taking his cock in her every orifice.

“No?” Ashley answered, still a bit unsure with herself or what Rose insinuated with her question.

"Nope, that would have bad R O I, as Daddy would have said."

This place can't afford slaves to just look pretty? How much is a **** worth? Is Theo rich because of me?

Soon Daisy came back carrying a tray with three glasses that were served to each woman and an ice bucket that she placed on the table. She expertly uncorked the bottle so as not to waste its precious content. Ashley had never tasted champagne before, with her wide eyes of excitement following Daisy’s every move in pouring each woman a glass. A blipp sounded when Daisy held a small device up against the guest tag on Rose’s collar.

“All set.” Daisy said and turned to Ashley. “Your fries are on their way.”

“Thanks.”

When Daisy had retreated from them to tend to other guests in her seating area, Rose took one of the glasses and raised it ”To new friends”

Ashley raised her own and feeling appreciative to Theodore for allowing her to come here she said “To Master.”

“And to taking it in the ass!” Kristy finished as she clinked her glass against the others’ before they could protest against her ruining the moment.

Ashley took a small sip, its bubbly contents prickling on her tongue reminded her of carbonated drinks. It tasted sweeter than she expected and she gulped the rest down, leaving a dry sensation in her mouth. This is good.

Rose took the bottle and began refilling their glasses and Ashley soon drank down her second one faster than what was probably accustomed. From afar Daisy and a colleague scowled at the women who paid their drinks less respect than it deserved.

“Soooo. How big was he?” Rose asked teasingly emptying the rest of their bottle.

“Big.”

“How big?” Rose poked again.

“BIG” Kristy assured, her eyes bulged open to emphasise it.

Rose put her hands up and began parting them, increasing the distance in between and waited for Kristy to say stop. The **** was starting to get to Ashley’s head and she looked on with glee.

“Seriously?!” Rose exclaimed when Kristy hadn’t stopped her yet.

“Yeah, that’s about right.” Kristy finally said.

That’s like Theo. Ashley thought.

“Your ass can swallow anything, can’t it.” Rose teased.

“I could take that.” Ashley said nonchalantly, driven on by the comforting buzz she was experiencing while thinking back to the times Theodore stretched out her ass with his cock.

“Well, then you two are sluts. I prefer Daddy’s. That damn thing must just hurt.”

“That’s why you’re a princess and we’re queens.” Kristy said and embraced Ashley putting her face beside hers. “Size queens for life.” She finished.

“You know it, girlfriend!” Ashley answered, caught up in the moment.

Rose slowly shook her head at them while taking another sip of her glass.

“So, do your master gift your holes often?” Ashley asked. What Daddy had told her about it wasn't enough, it was the closest she had gotten to any gossiping in some time and she wanted to know more from the girls perspective, it was too juicy, she simply had to hear it.

“He doesn’t ask me to sleep with anyone else.” Rose said and shrugged casually.

“No, cause you’re Daddy’s little princess, Rose.” Kristy mocked and splayed her fingers out on her head like a crown.

“Oooh! I should tattoo that just above my pussy. Do you think Daddy would like that?”

“You know he would love that. He liked my ‘Daddy’s fuckhole’ one that I got as a surprise”.

“You’re gross.” Rose teased.

“You didn’t have to ask your master for permission first?”

“Naaah, Daddy gives us a lot of leeway since we behave so well.” Rose said, putting on an innocent face she raised her hands to make a heart shape with her hands.”

“Daddy loves kinky little surprises.” Kristy cut in with.

“All men do. I bet your owner would too.” Rose said, and winked at Ashley.

Would Theo like it if I got a tattoo?

From behind Daisy had expertly moved in and placed the plate bearing crispy thick fries which Ashley hungrily started at. She took one and the crushing it made while the flavour spread had her eyes rolling back in delight.

“These are so good.”

“Anything else ladies?” Daisy Asked.

“Yeah, can we have another one of these?” Ashley asked lifting the champagne bottle.

“Certainly, miss.” Daisy said and walked away to fetch one.

Ashley, feeling that she wasn’t done with the subject of Kristy’s little romp wanted to divert the conversation back to that. “Doesn't it feel strange to do it with someone other than your master?”

“Why would it?” Kristy asked. “I like to fuck and Daddy wants me to. And if you can keep it to yourself, Daddy can’t really keep up with my sexdrive.”

Rose nodded knowingly about her sister. “It’s true.”

Daisy placed a new ice bucket with an already opened bottle on the table mid their conversation and collected the old. The little device blipped when she scanned Ashley’s tag.

“Is he really okay with it though?” Ashley was sceptical.

“He orders it.” Kristy pressed.

“I’m sorry, to me it still sounds like… I don’t know. I don’t think my master would ever want me to be with someone else.”

“You’re not with someone else silly. You are with your master! You are complying with his commands.” Rose cut in.

“Word of caution Ashley. Your master may gift the use of any of your holes as he sees fit. If you ever suggest to him that he has shared you by doing so, then you better be prepared for a harsh disciplining.” Kristy said. There was no joking around this time. She meant what she said and Ashley could see it.

“Ashley Jones.” A new woman who bore staff uniform said.

“Yes.”

“If you would come with me, we are ready for your appointments.”