About Sylvie

“Sir?” Nikki didn’t want to disturb Mark in his post coital bliss, but she was really curious. “Sir, would you tell me more about Sylvie and her slaves?” She really wanted to know. “Please?”

“You are a curious little slave, aren’t you?” At least Mark didn’t seem annoyed. More amused. He smiled down on her, his hand still in her hair, her face on his chest. “What do you want to know?”

“Oh, tell me everything, Sir. Tell me why you were so happy it was Nadia who satisfied me.”

“And demanding, too.” Mark bent Nikki’s head back so she was looking into his eyes. But he smiled again. “OK, I’ll tell you.”

“I was happy it was Nadia because I know that Sylvie listens to her slaves when it comes to adding to her stable. The reason she brought three slaves with her to the evaluations was that she wanted to be sure they like whoever she goes home with.”

Nikki took a quick breath. Did that mean Sylvie was considering buying her?

“Sylvie has an amazing estate. It’s a private island in the Caribbean. She has her studio, but other than her assistants, nobody is allowed in. She only lets people look at her work when it is finished. Then there’s the main house. It has something like 14 bedrooms, not even counting the slave’s quarters. And there are guest cottages. She runs it almost like an artists’ colony. There are always people there. Painters, sculptors, writers, musicians. Some of them famous, some up and coming. She invites people and they bring people. It’s quite a scene.”

Nikki was imagining what that was like. Interesting people, beautiful surroundings, sun, sand, sports, and art, culture, music. Wow.

“She has 20 or so house slaves who run the estate. Gardeners, maids, cooks, even a childcare staff in case her guests bring children. And she has half a dozen sex slaves to help entertain the guests. She wants to feel she can go off and work, without the guests feeling neglected. She has them perform shows for the guests, and provide sexual services, obviously. But mostly they mingle and make sure the guests feel at ease and comfortable. It is a plum position. One most slaves only dream of.”

Nikki was enthralled. It was kind of like being a G.O. at club med, only with more famous guests and with sex expected rather than just possible. Wow. That was all she could think, wow. What an amazing opportunity. And Sylvie might be considering buying HER. Wow.

“Sylvie’s here to buy two more slaves. She gave two of her sex slaves their freedom last year. But they refused to leave the island. They love her too much, and love their life there. So she has given them a small villa, and a house slave, and they are living there as free people. But she is here to replace them.” Mark was stroking Nikki’s hair idly. “She must be quite the Mistress to engender that kind of loyalty. It’s a good thing she has almost limitless resources – it must be nice to get multi-million dollar artistic commissions.”

Nikki was trying to imagine it. A Mistress like Sylvie. Almost limitless resources. A beautiful island. A stable of sex slaves. Famous guests. Images were flowing through her mind.

“You are exactly her type. She likes both her girls and her boys to be big and strong. She likes dark hair and fair skin. She likes intelligence and education, manners and culture. She respects Charles’ evaluations and she’ll appreciate his comments. But most of all she likes true submission, and it sounds like she saw that last night.” He smiled down at Nikki again.

“You make me proud with your submission, girl. Really you do. It is so beautiful. You have no idea.” He shook his head, leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“Do you think she’s going to bid on me, Sir?”

“I have no doubt of it, girl. And she doesn’t hesitate to pay big bucks for the right slave. I think you have a good shot.”

Nikki sighed, imagining it. She wanted it. What a life! What an environment. A real playground for adults. And Sylvie herself. So beautiful. Clearly so talented. And apparently loving as well.

Then the image of Charles’ face came into Nikki’s mind. Him looking at her, looking into her. Understanding her soul. Digging deep, way deep, into her psyche. The idea of living with him, exploring with him, learning about herself, her submission, the nature of it, the expression of it. She hated the idea of giving that up.

She didn’t have much time to lose herself in this reverie. Mark was continuing on.

“You have two more sets of individual evaluations before the compulsories. And you’ll have to do well in both for anybody to want to bid on you.”

Suddenly Nikki felt serious. This was serious business. She had to do well. HAD to do well.

“What are they, Sir? Can you tell me about them?” Oh, how she hoped he could. She wanted to know.

“Tonight Boris and Luca Nikolic are spending the night. They are experienced evaluators. But they don’t really speak much English. How’s your Serbian?”

Nikki laughed. “Oh, Sir. French, yes. A little Spanish, some Italian. A few words of German. But no Serbian, no.”

“I didn’t think so. That is part of what makes them such good evaluators. They aren’t going to care what you have to say for yourself, only how you act. They know enough English to give some simple commands, but mostly they just point and move you where they want you. They even write the evaluation in Serbian, and we have it translated by one of the house slaves who’s from Sarajevo.”

Nikki felt her heart sink at the idea of another evaluation where she couldn’t “use her words” (as they say to frustrated children). It was really where she felt most confident, without it…. Well, it was worse than being naked.

“But I need to prepare you, hun. These are not refined guys. They like their sex raw. Violent. They are not into romance, or gentle touches. They will push you, slap you, pull you. They will hurt you. You need to be prepared.”

Nikki was shocked. She had been hurt, yes, punished. Or slapped to encourage her or focus her. But not just for the sake of hurting her.

“They won’t do any permanent damage. They don’t want to break any bones or make you bleed. But they like to push limits. They want to see how far you can go.”

Nikki was concerned. She could feel her forehead furrow with worry. But she also felt the familiar rush of arousal, the wetness flowing between her legs. The idea of having her limits tested. Of being pushed beyond what she thought she could take. She wanted to rise to the challenge. She wanted to show Mark she could. She wanted to make him even more proud. And the idea of it… well, the idea of it made her hot.

“What are you thinking, girl. Tell me.”

“Well, Sir. I’m scared. I’ve never been pushed that way. But it’s also exciting. The idea of it. There is something about it that makes me hot.”

“Good. That’s all you need. Focus on that, remember that. Think about how you feel in this moment. If you get really, really scared, that’s what you need to focus on. Remember the feeling of submission you have right now. Center yourself on that, and you will be fine.”

Nikki thought about it. Nodded. She was sure he was right. No matter what she was asked to do, no matter how bad it got, all she needed to do was think about her feeling of submission, think about how aroused it made her. And she’d be fine. She smiled to herself. She was ready.

“But now, my dear, now we are going to go for a long walk. I want to stretch your muscles and get your mind off tonight. Go fetch your boots.” Mark gently prodded Nikki, pushing her out of the bed and onto the cold floor. The puddle of water was still there. “Go on, girl, get them.”