"Yes, Mistress Bousquet.""Good. Now get up and let's go so we can get you some sandals. Remember to stay a meter behind me when we're walking and to get on your knees when I stop. You'd better learn some obedience, or else I'll deal with you when we get home, and I can tell you, 'being dealt with' is not something you want.""Yes, Mistress Bousquet."Trish was mortified as she followed her Mistress onto the street. Eve warned her to watch where she was walking to make sure she didn't step on any sharp objects. They walked several blocks as they headed away from the government buildings towards the commercial district. The walk was one of the hardest things Trish ever did, given that a naked woman walking on a public sidewalk with her hands cuffed behind her back was sure to draw a lot of attention. It was the end of the lunch hour and the sidewalk and the streets were crowded with pedestrians, buses, motor scooters, and bicyclists. There were not only Islanders, but also dozens of Eu
The house was typical for the houses of Santa Eduviges; a single-story white cinderblock structure with a re-enforced laminated roof, designed to withstand both heat and hurricanes. The property was large enough to support several fruit trees in the back. In the front there was a huge mango tree that shaded part of the house and was shared with a neighbor. In the following weeks Trish would learn to hate that mango tree. One of her duties would be to harvest ripe mangos and make sure all the mangos that had fallen were picked up, cleaned, and bagged for a vendor who came by every couple of days to take fruit to the market.Eve struggled to control her excitement. She now had, in her possession, a woman with whom she could do whatever she wanted. She wanted to run her hands all over her servant's body ... to kiss her ... to make her follow command after command ... to have her face buried between her legs. Yes, her dream had finally been realized, with a woman that she truly wanted. Ju
The most difficult stop was at a house where a group of teenaged boys were drinking beer and half-heartedly attempting to fix an outboard motor for a family fishing boat. Upon seeing Officer Bousquet, they hid their beer and played innocent. However, Eve was not worried about their drinking at the moment: she simply was passing through to introduce her new servant. There were nine teenagers, and nine sets of eyes were glued to the servant's body the entire time Eve conversed with them. With all those teenagers leering at her, it was very hard for the American to keep her hands at her sides and not try to cover herself. Then, against her wishes, she began to feel a hint of sexual excitement, being totally exposed in front of all those boys. The excitement embarrassed her further.It was late afternoon by the time Eve and Trish had made their rounds through the neighborhood. The purpose of taking Trish around and introducing her to everyone was very clear: "this is my new servant. Pleas
Eve ordered Trish to unfold the cot and told her how to set it up. For several minutes the servant struggled with her task, but finally figured it out. It was the first time in her life that she had set something up on her own. When she finished, she got on her knees and Eve caressed her face. Once again, she worried about what that meant, but being caressed was a lot better than being whipped.A few minutes later Trish was asleep. The cot was not something she would have thought about sleeping on a week ago, but after four days spent lying on a dirty cement floor, it felt wonderful.Eve undressed for the night. She returned to the living room to make sure her servant had gone to sleep and would not try to escape. Trish was totally out. Good thing Eve had decided to wait on sex, because it was not likely the American would have been very responsive given how tired she was. When the moment came to seduce her, she would have to be rested.The living room where her servant was sleeping w
Eve did not want any distractions for that evening, including sunburn. She dabbed some sunscreen on her servant's shoulders, using that as an excuse to massage the girl's back. She wiped off her hands before massaging her ward's stomach to make sure it was not swollen. Of course, she also had to make sure the bruises on Trish's bottom were healing, so she sensuously ran her hands over the American's trembling backside. Her heart raced as she finally touched and explored that lovely bottom that had so tempted her."You have healed nicely. I hope I won't have to punish you again, because you really do have a lovely bum."Eve ordered Trish to turn around and stared into her eyes. She pinched the servant's chin with her thumb and forefinger."You will be on your best behavior today. Don't disappoint me. Simple and easy for both of us. Yes?"Trish, her eyes wide with fear and her knees trembling, managed to get out:"Yes, Mistress Bousquet."Eve led her servant next door to the neighbor's
The policewoman took a seat in an armchair. As was the custom for servants, Trish knelt by her side. Once again, Eve ran her fingers through her hair and caressed her shoulders. The two Islanders discussed the servant's performance during the day and her progress learning her new duties."She knows how clean the kitchen and bathroom. Your bathroom and kitchen are now clean, a lot cleaner than you left them this morning. Eve ... I really don't know how you could leave your house in such condition. If you weren't an adult and wearing that uniform, I'd take this switch to that black bum of yours."Eve blushed, but forced herself to smile."Anyhow, your servant knows how to prepare fruit, make a salad, make juice, and boil rice. She made your bed, which, dear girl, you didn't. She still doesn't know anything about laundry. I figured we'd take care of that the next time you send her over. She picked mangos and took them out for the vendor. Here's your share..." Flora handed Eve two Florins
"I'm going to need to get a massage manual and have you study it. Massages are going to be part of our nightly routine.""Yes, Mistress Bousquet."When Eve got out of the bathtub, Trish could tell she was aroused. Her eyes were wide with desire and her dark nipples were hard. Eve ordered her servant to go into the bedroom and place her hands against the wall with her feet spread. She was told to arch her back so her bottom would stick out. Eve spent a long time running her hands along Trish's body. She reached in front to fondle her breasts and sensuously caressed her thighs. However, Eve was most interested in her servant's "bum". She massaged and rubbed the girl's trembling backside, and traced between her bottom-cheeks. She squatted and kissed Trish's bottom.Eve ordered her servant to get on her elbows and knees on the bed. Trish complied and followed her Mistress's command to spread her knees and arch her back, so her bottom-hole and vulva were fully exposed. Eve gently ran her f
"I think ... I think I've had around 45, Mistress Bousquet.""45? And you're only 24. Why so many?"That was a complicated question. Why did Trish have so many lovers? The only thing she could guess was that life had given her so many options, she easily got bored. After a short time with each partner she was ready to move on and try something different. Her lovers were exactly the same as far as relationships were concerned: they were not the sort to commit. Most of the men she had slept with had been college athletes; rough uncouth types, many with criminal records. The seamy underworld fascinated a spoiled girl like Trish, who had come from a safe environment and was always on the lookout for excitement and danger. Her current boyfriend, besides being a linebacker, was also a drug dealer on campus. Trish's fascination with drug dealers and their lifestyle was what had landed her into her current predicament.Trish tried to answer as honestly as she could, partly to make sense for h