Flora could tell that Eve's servant was becoming more cooperative and that her attitude had improved. She still walked around with her switch, but had no reason to use it. When she told Trish to do something, the servant complied. Even peeing in the street was not a much of an issue. Each time Flora took Trish to the street to relieve herself, she managed to empty her bladder with no problem. She tried to time her potty breaks to avoid going out when the neighborhood kids were around: that was the only effort at modesty she dared attempt. Anyhow, she needed to be ready for her next trip into the capitol. She knew that she'd have to demonstrate she had gotten over her reluctance to piss in public, which meant peeing into storm drains with people watching. If she proved to her Mistress that she could pee on command, she'd probably get her bathroom privileges back.Trish had her first menstruation on the Island on Monday, the day after the boat trip. The period was yet another humbling e

Then, all over her skin she felt the light touches of several sets of fingertips. The touches explored her entire body, seeking her most vulnerable and sensitive areas. She felt the light caresses on her face, her lips, her nipples, her stomach, her legs, and finally her exposed pelvis. The touches were tentative and teasing, leaving her desperate for more. It was obvious that whoever was touching her knew what they were doing and that an orgasm was not far off. Soon she was moaning in desperation as a series of light touches centered on massaging the juices of her arousal. As she came close to climaxing the smell of her orgasm permeated the entire room.A fingertip expertly teased her clitoris and forced her to climax. Perspiration covered her body as she shuddered and moaned from the delicious feeling of all those hands on her body, and especially that one expert hand between her legs that was guiding her through such exquisite joy. There was not a hint of pride or self-control in h

The rooster had learned to watch out for the daily mango seed and was ready to run as soon as Eve's patio door opened.Trish prepared her Mistress's breakfast and had her uniform ready. After Eve had eaten and dressed, the servant cleaned up the kitchen and dining area. She knelt, waiting for her orders for the day.Eve ordered Trish to stand up and put her hands against the wall. She spent several minutes fondling her servant's bottom and breasts. Trish calmly waited for the policewoman to finish. She had learned that being ordered to assume the search position and submit to being groped was actually an indication her Mistress was in a good mood.Eve left her servant with Flora before going to work. Trish had learned to appreciate being left with the neighbor: it meant that she'd not have to worry about anything apart from the daily chores. Yes, Flora always carried her switch and was quick to use it, but Trish was accustomed to the occasional swipe across the bottom. Anyhow, the ret

New Dixie was distinct from every other town in Santa Eduviges. The entire population was black instead of mixed-race Creole. The oldest houses and shopping area reminded Trish of the historical districts she had seen in Southern towns in the US. There was a reason for both the architecture and the ethnic make-up of New Dixie: the settlement was founded during the Civil War by former US slaves. From 1865 until the end of Reconstruction, several additional families from Louisiana immigrated to Santa Eduviges and settled in New Dixie. From the beginning, one of the most important family names in the town had been the Bousquets, originally from a plantation in Baton Rouge.Eve's parents no longer lived in New Dixie. When she was 10, her father got a job in the government and decided to move the family to the capitol. However, Eve's older brother had returned to New Dixie and was living with his wife in the house that used to be owned by Eve's grandparents. Eve called him on her cell phon

Eve ran her fingers over her servant's body, concentrating on her bottom and inner thighs. Trish gasped with delight. She felt her owner's strong hands on her breasts and her lips on her shoulders. Finally, just as Trish felt she couldn't take any more, her owner's hand slipped down her stomach and over her bare vulva. And then ... at last, Eve's finger gently brushed up against her clit. Eve slipped her other hand down Trish's bottom and fondled her from front and back. Trish moaned with delight as she climaxed and sweat poured down her body. It was so good that she had a hard time remaining standing.Eve took Trish in her arms and held her."You are such a naughty little sex-pot, aren't you?""Yes, Mistress Bousquet."That night, Trish was very happy to bathe her Mistress and massage her shoulders and breasts. She was tired and totally satisfied for the night, but now Eve was ready for a good round of sex. When she got out of the bathtub, Eve decided that she wanted to experiment wi