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Serena
by Arty

7.	Testing Times

I woke alone and still bound, but for some reason I wasn't
uncomfortable. I lay relaxed and waited for my mistress to
come for me, content in the knowledge that when she did I
would be ready to serve her.

When she did arrive I smiled in genuine pleasure to see her
and was rewarded with a blinding smile in return.

"Good morning, Slave. How do you feel?"

"Mistress, good morning. I feel great, Mistress."

As I was speaking, she undid my bonds and before she could
say anything, I slipped from the bed and knelt before her.
Looking up, I could see that she was pleased. I thought
frantically, how could I show her how much I loved her and
wanted to please her? A light went off in my mind and I bent
forward and kissed her feet. The sheer sensuousness of my
symbolic action made me hard again. I knelt back and looked
up with some trepidation. I hoped I hadn't overstepped the
mark. She smiled brilliantly and stroked my head. I wriggled
in pleasure; I had pleased my Mistress!

She bade me stand and she led me away in the usual manner.
We met many people, but this time I was unaffected by their
stares and comments. If my Mistress was content to have them
see me this way, then so was I. After she fed me my
breakfast and she had eaten hers. She led me to the shower
room. Once there I was delighted to be ordered into the
shower to wash her and prepare her for her Master. The
euphoria of my Slavery prevented the twinge of jealousy from
growing into anything major. When I was done, she watched as
I prepared myself for her.

The next few days followed a similar pattern to the first,
with the subtle difference that I was happy to perform
whatever I was asked. Even if I failed and was punished, I
didn't feel resentment. As I gained competency in the tasks
I was given, I was set ever-sterner tests. Each time I
succeeded I could see my Mistresses eyes burning with pride.
All too soon, it was time for us to leave the estate and to
return home.

By the time we reached the house, it was late and very dark.
Mistress Jane kept me waiting while she spoke with Sylvie. I
heard them giggling like two schoolgirls. Finally she
returned with my coat and draped it over my shoulders. It
felt strange -- this was the first clothing I had worn in
over a week. I followed her to the front door and waited
while she opened it. We both shed our coats and stepped
inside. Once inside, she turned and spoke to me.

"Forget for a moment that I'm the Mistress and you're the
Slave, what are you thinking?"

"Mistress ..."

"No! I don't want to speak to a Slave, I want to speak to
David!"

I felt confused, what did she mean? Didn't she want me?

"It's seductive, isn't it?" I must have looked confused for
she amplified her question. "Not having to think, only
concentrating on my whims." She looked at me with concern.
"But I don't want a mindless Slave who won't anticipate my
needs. I need someone who thinks. I need someone with a
personality."

I struggled with my thoughts. I could see, dimly, what she
was getting at. But, hadn't she trained me to be the way I
was now? She carried on speaking. 

"It's all very intense at the beginning and it's very easy
to become abject. It's a form of the Stockholm syndrome and
to a certain extent, we encourage it. However; that's not
the ideal we're aiming at. Come back to me, David."

I cast my mind back over the events of the last week and I
realised that she was right. "It can't have been much fun
for you." She smiled with relief and hugged me.

"It's okay in small doses, but after a while it's like
eating a very sweet and cloying desert: too much of it makes
you feel sick. Once we got through the anger and
resentment... " I flushed in shame at the memory of it. She
cuddled me reassuringly. "Once we were through that stage I
was so proud of you. You tried so hard and when you failed,
you were so stoic. But after a while, I longed for my old
David."

"Well I'm here now. How do we carry on with this?"

"It's like any form of training, you're in the third stage
at the moment." I looked askance at that. "There are four
stages in learning something: unconsciously incompetent,
consciously incompetent, unconsciously competent, and
consciously competent. You're in stage three. You're pretty
good as a slave, but you don't know why. We need to move you
to stage four."

I tickled her and she giggled. "So I'm a training exercise,
am I?"

"No! Stop it!" 

I ignored her and continued to torment her. After a while, I
picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She was still
out of breath when I started to kiss her -- and then she was
out of breath for another reason. She moaned as I kissed,
nibbled, and licked every part of her that was available to
me. 

"Oh God I've missed this." 

She pulled on my ankle and I got into position with my head
between her legs and my cock above her face as I resumed my
attack on her pussy. Suddenly the feel of her mouth and
tongue on me shattered my concentration. So it was like
that, was it? I redoubled my efforts and I was rewarded by
the feel of her moaning on me. Of course, this made me groan
and all too soon our actions became staccato and
uncoordinated as we both slid down the slippery slope to
mutual satisfaction. I cried out as I came, while she
convulsed and trapped my head between her legs as she
crested.

"Wow! We have to be careful about doing that too often or
we'll forget to eat."

I was cuddling her in the aftermath of the most shattering
lovemaking I had ever experienced. I agreed with her, but I
was too tired even to speak.

"Penny for them?"

I looked into her eyes and melted into them. "I was thinking
how much I love you."

"I love you. Do you think it gets any better than this?"

"I hope not, I may die from an overload of pleasure if it
does." She punched me on the arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For being a pig. Now get up and make me something to eat.
Who's the Mistress around here anyway?"

"Yes, Mistress. Mistress, you are Mistress."

"Good and don't forget it!" She tried to look stern and
forbidding, but failed dismally and burst out laughing.
"Come on, I'm starving. Let's eat."

After the meal she lay on the rug in front of the fire and
coached me in the techniques of sensual massage. All the
time her comments on technique were interspersed with an
ongoing discussion on what she felt about being a slave. It
made me think hard about how I felt about being her slave.
Eventually, the discussion turned to her feelings now that
she had experienced things from the other side.

"It was far harder work than I thought it would be."

"It must be Mistress. I can see how much work it is lying
there and being massaged Mistress." 

I decided to defuse her response to the sarcasm by making
her groan in ecstasy. She turned and pulled me to her in a
hungry kiss.

"Don't think I'm letting you get away with such disrespect
to your Mistress, Slave." She ruined the effect by bursting
into helpless laughter at my shocked expression. 

"You are so easy." She kissed me again, then stood up and
grabbed my hardening erection. "Come with me, my cheeky
slave boy." 

She led me into the bedroom where she made me kneel on the
bed with my hands on the headboard. I waited while she
retrieved a towel from the bathroom and laid it over the
pillow in front of me.

"Now where were we?" She asked rhetorically. "Oh yes,
punishing my Slave." 

With that she squeezed my cock with her left hand and
started to spank me gently with her right. After a while,
the tingling in my bottom grew stronger and I started to
react a little as her hand connected with each cheek.
Meanwhile; her left hand was playing a symphony of its own
on my penis. The contrast between the pain of my rear and
the pleasure of my front served to slow down my normal
responses to her manipulations. And then, almost without
warning, I came. I stiffened in a rictus of pleasure and
emptied ropes of semen across the towel and onto the
headboard. I almost collapsed, but my Mistress, my Serena
was there to hold me and keep me safe.

I woke early the next morning to see Serena staring at me
from about two inches away. I reached forward and kissed her
nose, which she wrinkled in pleasure.

"Last night was," I struggled for a word. "Intense."

"I wanted to show you something of how it feels to me."

Our normal showering ritual was extended as we each washed
the other and took our time making sure that we were well
rinsed. There was a slight change, which came as I was bent
forward and made to grip the edge of the bath. She placed a
small butt-plug in me. It didn't hurt, but its presence was
distracting. I wondered how long I would have to wear it.

"I want you a little bit off balance today. I want you to
think about our situation whenever you have a moment." She
tapped the flattened end of the plug. "And this should help
to remind you."

We finished our ablutions in companionable silence and then
collected our clothes for work. Well, I did. Serena was now
travelling to work in just a coat and shoes, which she put
on each morning while standing outside the front door. She
took pity on me and allowed me to dress in the hallway and
then gave me my customary heart attack by donning her coat
in the usual fashion outside. The trip to work was
uneventful and I daydreamed a little, wondering what would
happen if we were involved in a minor accident and had to go
to hospital for a check-up or something. I squirmed in my
seat as the plug continued to make itself felt. Serena
smiled wickedly at my discomfort.

"Stop wriggling. I can assure you that it doesn't help."

"Yes, Mistress." 

She giggled at that and I chalked up today as a success. Any
day that I made her laugh was a success in my book. Soon,
but not soon enough for me, I turned into the car park. I
was about to park in the usual place when she gestured to
the far corner.

"Let's park over there for a change."

I sighed at the vagaries of the female mind and did as she
bid. For the life of me, I couldn't think why she wanted to
park this far from the building. I did admit to myself that
the shade from the trees would keep the car cool later on. I
waited while she collected her bag and as she started
towards the building I locked the car and turned to follow
her. It was early enough that the sunlight still retained
that morning quality and it caused Serena's hair to glow. As
she walked across the car park, her coat swung gently about
her knees and I found myself lusting after her. God she was
so sexy. How had I wooed and won her? It was also seriously
arousing: the knowledge that beneath the coat she was nude.
Of course there was jealousy. She was nude at someone else's
bidding. I vowed to do whatever it took to change this state
of affairs; though last night's conversation had shown me
that unquestioning obedience was not what was required. It
was all very confusing as Pooh used to say, or was that
Alice? I gave myself a mental shake and drank in the sight
of my fiancée walking in the sunlight.

Apart from the initial disorientation that one always gets
on returning from a holiday, it was a day like any other.
Serena was right though. Whenever I wasn't concentrating on
work, the presence of the plug intruded -- reminding me to
contemplate her and our current situation. I did my best to
analyse what was happening to me. She had been right about
the seductiveness of abject slavery. I considered the
thought that Serena had put into the training regime. Even
allowing for the fact that much of it had been the result of
previous experience, I realised that she must have had to
work very hard indeed to anticipate my likely reactions and
have a response ready. My respect for her guts and
intelligence, already high, went up even further as I
contemplated this.

Apart from a certain respectful air, I refused the
temptation to embarrass Serena with any exaggerated
subservience when we met as part of our normal work. At
lunchtime, she barely gave me time to collect myself before
she was dragging me off to the park. We made our way to a
favourite haunt of ours and she tackled me to the ground.

"You are so damned cute when you're being good, you know
that?"

"I aim to please, Mistress." Oops. I forgot to say
'Mistress' first. Serena must have noticed me flinch.

"Oh, sod it! I forgot. Consider that rule modified." She
sighed, "Yet another thing I forgot. It's a good thing I
don't want to be a full-time dominant."

"Don't beat yourself up, Mistress. I did as you asked and
thought about everything and I think you've done
astoundingly well. I couldn't have hoped for a better
Mistress, Mistress." She kissed me then, with tears in her
eyes. The rest of the time we lay in each other's arms and
just contemplated the clouds; content just to be together.
Occasionally the butt-plug would make itself known to me and
I squirmed a bit. This caused Serena to giggle and me to
kiss her, because she is just so cute when she giggles.
Kissing her would take my mind off the plug and then we'd
stop to get our breath back and the whole cycle would start
again.

"Time is an illusion; lunchtime doubly so." I quoted as I
looked at my watch. "Mistress."

"For a slave, you're a bit uppity!"

"Well this uppity slave suggests that we had better get back
to the office before they start sending out search parties,
Mistress."

We picked up sandwiches on the way back, to eat our desks. I
steeled myself for the inevitable ribald comments that I
would get after returning from lunch with a beautiful girl
and then eating sandwiches at my desk. What the hell, let
'em. They're only jealous anyway. I realised as I sat down
that for the first time in a long time I wasn't planning my
future. I was content to live in the moment and just enjoy
my life and the experiences in it. I said a silent thank you
to Serena and resolved to do it properly that night.

She met me in the foyer and we walked to the car. It was in
the shade and I blessed Serena's foresight. Had we parked
where I normally do, it would still be in direct sunlight
and like an oven inside. Plus, I got to admire her on the
walk to the car, a win-win situation. Serena glanced all
round and then smiled at me devilishly.

"Strip!" 

My eyes widened. I stared at her for a long moment and then
I noticed the adoration in her eyes. She wouldn't hurt me or
allow me to come to harm so I made my decision and started
to undress.

"Yes, Mistress!" 

I could see the approval and the love in her expression and
I knew that I had a similarly doting look on my face. Once I
was undressed, she held my hardening penis in her hand and
spoke to me in tones of lust and love.

"Well done, David. I love you so much. Thank you. Get in and
let's go home."

Once in the car I was thankful yet again for the car being
in the shade. Had it not, the hot leather on my naked skin
would have been excruciating. I shuddered to think how
embarrassing it would have been to undress at the spot where
we usually parked. Apart from being naked, the journey home
was uneventful. Before we got out of the car, Serena draped
my coat over my shoulders.

"Let's not scare the horses shall we?" 

I laughed and couldn't resist a comeback. "It's not that
big, Mistress." 

This made her laugh as well and we entered the house
giggling like a couple of teenagers.

Most of our days were like this; we had fun. I came to
understand the way Serena felt about being a pleasure slave.
But, I realised that seductive as it was, this was not how I
wished to spend my life. I said as much to Serena, who
seemed inordinately pleased by this. It took me a while to
realise why. Hey, I never said that I was any kind of genius
did I? 

Some aspects of it were highly embarrassing, such as when
she 'phoned in our 'progress reports'. This was not just
because I was the subject of much of it. More often than
not, she was commanded to cum in front of me. Unlike the
first time that she had done this, I was naked and unable to
hide my arousal. Even though I could see some light at the
end of the tunnel, the feeling that I had to gain permission
to have any sort of sex with my fiancée was galling to me.
Serena being instructed to masturbate in front of me just
made it worse.

Soon, but not soon enough for me, Serena promised me a final
graduation exercise. Unlike our other weekends, Salome would
be coming to us. Serena was ecstatic and the days leading up
to her visit were a whirl of cleaning, tidying and food
preparation. I'm wasn't sure how many others were visiting,
but Serena seemed to be of the opinion that there were at
least twenty, if not more -- judging by the amount of food
we were preparing. At least we would have a well-stocked
freezer after the weekend.

The morning of the exercise dawned with me being cuddled by
my Mistress.

"Before we get up, there's stuff you have to understand.
It's my mother who will make the final decision and it isn't
a foregone conclusion. She's a bit old-fashioned and so
you'll need to revert to the 'unquestioning obedience' mode.
I'm not allowed to warn you about specifics, but you should
be prepared for some sexual activity with someone else other
than me." I stiffened a bit at this. "David, it's my wish
that you do this; my final wish as your Mistress do you
understand?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
"Normally, there'd be another man involved, but I insisted
that this wasn't standard training so mother relented.
There's a cost though." I felt her take a deep breath.
"Mother will expect you to demonstrate your devotion to me
in a somewhat more extreme way than usual. I'll be making it
as bearable as possible, but it will squick you. I want
abject obedience, do you understand?"

"Mistress, I understand Mistress." I reverted to the formal
speech to show her how much I understood.

"Thank you."

Our morning ablutions were both hurried and thorough.
Hurried in that we didn't play. Thorough in that we spent
more time than usual depilating and shaving. We even went so
far as to administer an enema to each other. Finally, we
were both prepared to Serena's satisfaction and I knelt to
be collared. I used the feel of the collar to place myself
back into the mindset of the first week and I felt a wave of
pleasure roll through me as I contemplated serving my
Mistress's every whim.

"No need to help you with the 'erect at all times' rule, I
see."

"No, Mistress."

I stood passively as she put the wrist and ankle cuffs on me
and pinioned my arms behind my back. Mistress looked at the
clock and indicated that I should kneel and wait for
Mistress Salome to arrive. My Mistress joined me for the few
minutes until we heard the key in the door. I felt my heart
start to race as I worried about what was to happen, but I
calmed myself with the knowledge that all I had to do was
obey and there should be no problem.

"We are eager little slaves, aren't we?" Mistress Salome
entered the room where we knelt, naked as we were.

"Mother!"

"Sofia, you're wasting your time. It's a mother's job to
embarrass her children at every opportunity. So stop
scowling and give your broken down old mum a hug will you."

"Yes, Mum." I hid my amusement as the two gorgeous women
hugged each other.

"That's nice dear, now don't I even get a cup of tea?"

"What about David?"

"What about him? He isn't going anywhere and the
anticipation will make the experience all the more piquant."

She smiled, pleased with her turn of phrase. Mistress turned
to the kitchen and I heard the sounds of kettle and teapot
as she brewed the tea to her mother's exacting requirements.
I waited contentedly and soon the two women joined me on the
floor. They drank a cup of tea and chatted about
inconsequential things.

"Right, it's time we got started." She turned to me and
unclipped my wrist cuffs. "Clear these things into the
kitchen and meet us in the bedroom."

I did as she ordered and entered the bedroom to see my
Mistress bending forward with her hands on the bed and her
legs widespread. Mistress Salome bade me turn away and she
re-fastened my wrists behind me.

"Make your Mistress cum from anal stimulation alone."

I knelt behind my Mistress and buried my face between her
delightful bottom cheeks and set to with relish. I knew that
she would take longer than usual, as my hands had been
denied to me. I could smell the musk of her arousal and that
in turn aroused me. Pointing my tongue, I insinuated it past
the rosebud of her anus, making her gasp. Knowing that she
was close now, I repeated the action more roughly and
started to fuck her anus with my tongue. She fell onto the
bed as her arms collapsed under her. I followed her forward
and she screamed as she came, going rigid with pleasure. I
continued with my tongue, trying to prolong her climax.
Eventually she relaxed and pulled herself away from me. With
difficulty I resumed my resting pose and waited for what was
to come.

"I can see that you're good at that Slave. It's my turn
now." Salome placed herself in the same position that Serena
had just vacated. "Same conditions apply."

Oh God! What was I going to do? Even as I shuffled forward
to do as I was bid, I looked frantically for my Mistress.
We'd spoken about this only this morning, but to be
confronted with it was something else entirely. Serena
caught my eye and smiled encouragingly. With her silent
blessing, I started to worm my tongue towards her mother's
anus.

It was impossible not to compare Serena and her mother,
There were subtle differences in their scents and the
texture of their skin. Also, Salome was affected differently
by the same things and I found that I had to concentrate
hard to find the things that she liked best. Eventually the
sheer nastiness of the whole scene got to me and I had to
concentrate hard to avoid cumming. I felt Salome shudder and
collapse forward as she came. As with Serena, I tried to
follow her down to ensure that her orgasm was as long and as
satisfying as possible, but she wriggled out of the way too
quickly. I knelt back and surveyed the two flushed and
panting women as they sat on the bed and grinned at me.

"Okay, you needn't look so smug about it. That was very
good, Slave."

Serena grinned at her mother. "Don't tell him that Mum. His
head's big enough as it is!" She winked at me to take the
sting out of her words. Salome turned to her daughter. "Get
him kneeling on the ottoman and tie him down while I get the
paddle."

I waited, trying not to show my dismay. I had hoped that I
could avoid any sort of pain - but Serena had warned me that
her mother was a stickler for tradition. A slave wasn't a
slave in her book unless they could take punishment as well.
Since Salome's instructions had been to her daughter, I
waited for them to be relayed to me. Salome nodded
approvingly as she noted that I hadn't moved in anticipation
of the command. Eventually my Mistress spoke.

"Don't just sit there, kneel on the Ottoman!" 

I flushed at the asperity in her tone then told myself not
to be stupid and get on with what I had been told to do. As
she was attaching my cuffs to the rings that had been put
there for this purpose, Serena kissed me and whispered
encouragement in my ear. "You're doing very well, I love you
my darling." In my current state, this pleased me
unreasonably and I wriggled in pleasure. Then my stomach
fell as Salome told me what was in store for me.

"I'm going to paddle you until you cum for us." I heard
Serena gasp in surprise, but her mother hadn't finished
speaking. "I know this may be difficult for you, so you may
gaze upon your Mistress as she plays with herself." 

Serena came into my field of view and sat herself on the
edge of the bed nearest me. She was blushing; public
masturbation was one thing that she found hard to do. Salome
waited for her to begin touching herself and then
administered the first stroke of the paddle. 

CRACK! 

I jumped as much as I was able, but mostly from the noise.
The heat from the stroke followed, but even as the sound
from the next stroke was causing me to jump again, I
realised that she wasn't hitting me all that hard. I tried
to remain still for the third stroke, which fell almost
without pause. Even though each individual stroke wasn't all
that hard, she was starting a fire in my bum which caused me
to squirm. I started to concentrate on Serena, who was
moaning and gasping in time to each paddle stroke. All at
once I realised that I was going to succeed. I could feel
the tingle gathering that signalled that my orgasm wasn't
far behind. With this realisation, I relaxed and let the
feelings wash over me. Each stroke caused the tingle to grow
and the scene before my eyes held me captivated. Eventually
I reached that point when I knew that the slightest thing
would tip me over the edge. Somehow Serena had also reached
the point of no return and I marvelled at the poetry of it.

"Cum for me, Darling." 

She panted as she tipped herself into orgasm. It was enough
and I felt the tingle spread and fill my whole body with a
delicious weakness that I had only felt a few times before
this. The next stroke fell and I screamed my release as I
came. I don't think I've ever cum so strongly and Salome's
paddle strokes just seemed to prolong it as she timed each
stroke to coincide with each spurt of cum. Finally it
stopped and so did she. 

My head dropped in exhaustion. I felt it lifted and I looked
into the eyes of Salome who kissed me and whispered, "You're
a darling boy, I'm almost jealous of my daughter." 

She sat back and started to detach me from the ottoman. By
the time she had finished, Serena was somewhat recovered. I
almost fell off the ottoman as I tried to move, surprised at
how stiff I felt. Salome glanced at the clock on the bedside
table.

"Time for lunch I think. Get yourselves cleaned up and we'll
continue once we've had something to eat."

Lunch was strange in its ordinariness. We ate, drank, and
talked -- making no reference to the decidedly weird
situation that we found ourselves in. At least I don't have
to wonder what my mother-in-law looks like naked, I
reflected. She looked up from her animated discussion with
her daughter and winked at me. How did they do it? I
wondered. How did women know when they were being ogled? I'd
finished eating and so sat back and watched them talk,
marvelling at their ability to carry on several
conversational threads all at once. I'd long since given up
trying to join in. My poor male brain was completely ill
equipped to function at this level. Suddenly, the joy of
watching them talk overwhelmed me and I laughed out loud.

"What was that for?" They spoke in chorus, then stopped and
giggled as they realised what they had done.

"I don't know, I just felt like it. I was watching you two
talk and I just felt so happy that if I didn't laugh, I'd
burst or something."

The two of them shook their heads at the vagaries of the
male species, but each bestowed a heart-stopping smile on me
as they returned to the umpteen interrupted topics that
they'd been discussing. It looked like they'd finished their
lunch too, so I started to clear the table and put the dirty
plates and stuff in the dishwasher. I received absent smiles
as I cleared away. When I finished, I decided to try and get
the show back on the road so I knelt on the floor and
waited.

"You're so cute when you do that." Serena noticed me
kneeling and slipped off her chair, giving me a quick hug
and a kiss.

Your Slave is probably correct, let's continue the trial.
Follow!" 

This last word was directed at me and I jumped to obey. This
time I was tied supine and spread-eagled to the bed.

"Your Mistress and I will try to make you cum. You will
resist us for at least 45 minutes. When you have cum, we
will then proceed to the bathroom for the last task."

Serena paled as her mother spoke and she seemed about to
protest, but her mother glared at her so she remained
silent. For the first time, I doubted my ability to pass the
test. And then all thought was driven from my mind as Salome
engulfed me with her mouth while Serena kissed and nibbled
at my nipples. The unexpectedness of the assault was almost
my undoing, but I managed to find that special state of
mind. The feelings being forced upon me seemed to be
happening to someone else and I dragged myself back from the
danger of imminent ejaculation. I was struck by the fact
that had this trial and the previous one been swapped I
would have failed. It seemed that my future mother-in-law
had been subtly stacking the deck in my favour after all.

Meanwhile, my body was writhing and panting in the throes of
extreme arousal as two talented and gorgeous women did their
best to make me cum. Eventually I felt the barriers
crumbling and tendrils of my arousal sneaking their way into
my consciousness. I managed to glance at the clock and
realised that the 45 minutes had passed. Rather than just
give in, I tried to last as long as possible. Something must
have alerted them to my imminent climax as they redoubled
their efforts and I came almost as hard as the last time.
Salome swallowed my offering and licked her lips in
appreciation. She checked the clock and smiled at her
daughter.

"Very good, Slave. Just one last task for you to perform and
we will say that your training is complete."

I waited while my wrists and ankles were unclipped from the
restraints and then I was lead into the bathroom. Serena
looked upset, which worried me. Was this last trial so
terrible? I lay down in the shower as I was ordered and
waited while my Mistress stood astride my chest. I began to
get an inkling of what awaited me. Salome's next
instructions fulfilled my foreboding.

"Open your mouth and keep it open Slave, no matter what.
Your Mistress will relieve herself on you. I require you to
swallow at least one mouthful. Make it obvious or you will
have to do it all over again."

Serena blushed scarlet as she attempted to do as her mother
wished. Eventually a trickle started and then a flood. Using
her fingers, she held her labia out of the flow and
carefully directed the stream over my body, working towards
my face and open mouth. She'd been drinking a lot of water,
so the urine was almost clear and odourless. I closed my
eyes and steeled myself to pass this test. The liquid in my
mouth felt surprisingly warm. I felt the stream lessen and I
opened my eyes. Salome was staring at me intently and I felt
a blanket of peace descend over me. 

This was it? All I had to do was swallow this and the test
was complete? Could anything be simpler? I swallowed noisily
and was rewarded with a brilliant smile from Salome.

"Kneel, Slave." I hastily changed position. "Well done you
two, he's passed." She paused and grinned wickedly at her
daughter. "I never doubted for a moment, unlike some people.
Now get yourselves cleaned up and join me in the sitting
room when you've finished." Serena grabbed me and dragged me
into a full hug as she sought out my mouth with hers.

"Wait, I'm covered in..."

"Don't you think I know that? Now shut up and kiss me."

We turned on the shower and spent a delightful ten minutes
cleaning each other off. A little later, we were all
sprawled on the floor in the sitting room drinking tea. The
discussion was studied in its normalcy and each of us waited
for the other to break the spell. Eventually Serena gave in
and asked the question.

"What happens next?"

"David's slave training is over. You've done an extremely
good job darling, I'm proud of you. Tomorrow you will both
come to the estate and the Master will assign David as your
temporary Master. Then it will be your task to train him as
your permanent Master."

With that she stood up and kissed us both and prepared to
leave.

"Have an early night. The car will be here for you at nine.
I'll show myself out. See you tomorrow."

Once she left, Serena took off my wrist and ankle cuffs and
then knelt at my feet. I took her hands and lifted her to
me.

"Tomorrow is soon enough for that, let's go to bed."

-Continued-

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