In the evenings, after Kiki had served her her dinner, Margaret liked to lounge around on her big comfy sofa and watch her favourite reality TV programmes, with another glass of champagne in her hand. This is where she would use her most recently purchased slave, the newest addition to her household. Margaret had always had a little fluffy carpeted footstool to put her old aching feet up on, but once, just for an idea, she had made Kiki kneel down and be her footstool while she watched her programmes. Margaret had loved the feeling of having her feet on the back of a slavegirl much more than just an inanimate footstool, but when she was watching TV in the evenings she wanted Kiki to continue washing the dinner dishes and doing her other chores, and she wanted her little pleasure slave (who we will get to next) to cuddle up in her lap, so she didn’t have a slave to make kneel (obviously the dirty outside garden slave and the three slaves restrained as desk-mouths or toilets were out of the question). She had talked about this to another rich friend of hers, who had said “Oh darling you simply MUST get yourself a footstool slave just for the purpose. I have a young little Asian thing, Chinese I think, a cute little thing, just to kneel as my footstool in the evenings. It means none of your other slaves are distracted from their duties my dear”. Margaret had liked this idea, so she had recently gone down to the market, browsed the slaves, and eventually bought a petite little 21 year-old Mexican slavegirl (38 years younger than her new owner). The girl’s name she was sold under was Veluria, but Margaret immediately re-christened her “Stool”. The tanned girl, with her straight, dark black hair tied back, was kept completely naked, as Margaret liked the feeling of her smooth, young, bare skin on her feet when she rested them on her back, and the look of her shaved little ass crack peeping upwards. She would kneel silently in the corner of the room until Margaret clicked her fingers at her, which was her queue to come kneel on all fours to support her owner’s feet, keeping her eyes pointed at the ground – Margaret was strict about her furniture never looking at her. It was a deeply humiliating task for the girl, as she was forced to kneel there under the old woman’s feet while her pleasure slave cuddled on the couch and freely watched the television.
So who was this pleasure slave? Mentioned last but definitely not least of Margaret’s seven current slaves, she was the slave closest to her owner’s heart. Her purchase had not been planned – Margaret had stopped by the slave warehouse one day on her way home from having a cafe brunch, just for fun to have a look around. When browsing the cages, she had seen a slavegirl that she was immediately completely smitten by, and completely fell for, in a way she never had with any other slave. The girl was only 19, and was a little, almost boyish thing, with tiny breasts and buttocks and very little hip curve. Her skin was lightly olive-tanned, her hair was dark, and the face had a beautiful, almost noble sorrowfulness. Margaret had stared at her a long time, feeling herself grow wet, and knew she was more attracted to completely owning this girl than she had ever been about another slave. She weighed it up in her mind for a while and then thought, “Screw it, I’ll do it”, and waved a shop assistant over to begin her impromptu purchase. Margaret had never had a huge sex drive – she loved getting long hours of gentle oral from her under-the-desk slave, and sometimes took pleasure from Kiki, but this new girl she was fiercely attracted to on a different level. For the first time, she had a true pleasure-slave, a slavegirl whose sole purpose was to provide sexual intimacy in whatever way demanded of her, a real pet. The girl’s name had been Lily, and Margaret kept this, as she thought it was sweet and beautiful. Lily, who was 40 years younger than her owner, was kept completely naked, even collarless, as Margaret liked her that way. Although Margaret kept her own bush grown short, she demanded that Lily, like all her slaves, be completely smooth and hairless for her. Margaret had never had children of her own, and had never thought she wanted them, but this little boyish slave girl inspired a deep kind of affection and love in her. Lily would lie in her lap and cuddle while she watched TV in the evenings with her feet resting on her Stool slave, and she would even feed the slave scraps of her delicious dinners, which made Kiki the cook very jealous. Afterwards, the slave would gently and tenderly wash her mistress’s entire aging body in the bath. Then, every night, the teenage slave who was 40 years younger than her owner would be taken to bed with her mistress to pleasure her. Most of her night would be simply spent halfway down the bed, under the duvet, eating her owner’s hairy, saggy pussy until Margaret came at least four times. Margaret had trained Lily to do it just how she liked it, and sometimes had her rim her asshole as well while the old woman moaned in delight. Because of this, Lily would use mouthwash kept by the bed when Margaret wanted to kiss and sloppoly make out with the much younger girl (which Lily secretly hated more than giving head – but of course she had to feign passion and perform her duty.) When Margaret was feeling very turned on, she would herself eat out her slavegirl’s young, tight pussy, loving the taste – though she would never admit to her other slave-owning friends that she, a rich upper-class owner, gave her slave oral pleasure. The two would fall asleep with Lily held in Margaret’s arms. Kiki, who had been her mistress’s very first slave in the house, couldn’t help but be jealous of Lily for many reasons – Margaret clearly loved Lily unlike any of her other slaves, and showed her kindness, and Lily was clearly her owner’s favourite despite Kiki being there first. Also, Kiki was jealous of how Lily was kept naked but completely free of restraints or a collar while she herself had to walk in chain hobbles, how Lily had a human name while she was degradingly named after her mistress’s childhood dog, and how Lily slept in Margaret’s big comfortable bed while she slept in restraints in the slave room. Of course, deep down, Kiki hated being Margaret’s slave, as anyone would, but interestingly she couldn’t help but be jealous at the same time. The worst was that now, every morning, she had to hobble into the room in her maid’s outfit and serve her mistress breakfast while the little pleasure slave was also cuddling with her in bed and looking at her as she turned red. Before Margaret owned Lily, she had made Kiki sometimes get down on her knees and pleasure her with her mouth, but now she never needed to do that, and Kiki realised with sorrow that she would live a completely sexless life. Really the pleasure Margaret got from Kiki was seeing her hobble around in her humiliating outfit and restraints, seeing her breasts and pussy, and watching the girl slave work hard every day for her – she didn’t need actual sexual touch with her.