The Interns

Chapter IV—Piglet Serves Dinner and Prepares for Reflection

Piglet could always tell from the demeanor of her Mistresses what kind of mood they were in. Tonight she could tell their sexual desires were at a peak for each other and she knew she had better not do anything to get them upset. She also knew when they were in this state of mind they were more likely to intensify her tasks.

As they entered the dining room, the glow from the candles burning on the table showed a perfectly set table. Mistress Tamala would always inspect the table before they sat down to see if piglet had completed this task correctly. Dr. Mary knew the routine so she just observed as Mistress Tamala went to a kitchen cabinet drawer and retrieved a tape ruler. Then she went over to the table and began to measure, reading her findings out loud: "fork is one half inch from knife on left hand side of plate; spoon is three quarters inch from plate on right hand side; wine glass is one inch above plate on 30 degree angle; cup is on saucer and perfectly lined up with wine glass."

This process was part of piglet's training. She had to be trained to obey every command she was given automatically and more importantly, perfectly. Then she would become almost like a robot without the ability to think or reason for herself. The more difficult the task she was given, the harder she would work to please her Mistresses. And the harder she worked, the more a sense of fear built up in her mind that she was too stupid to do anything correctly on her own. The end result of this regimen would be her total and complete reliance on her Mistresses for even the simplest things.

Piglet stood in her "service position" exactly two feet back from the table edge, and exactly the same distance from the sides of the square dining room table so as to not offend either of her Mistresses by being closer to one than the other just as her training had taught her. As she was listening to the very authoritative voice of Mistress Tamala, she began to tremble. Her hands in the prayer position under her chin began to sweat. Each measurement that rang out from Mistress Tamala's mouth made her tremble even more. Once again she was afraid she hadn't completed the task she was given correctly. She kept hearing a voice in her mind saying, "dumb bitch, can't do anything right . . . "stupid whore, your not good for anything." These were comments she had heard repeatedly during her training period from one of her Mistresses or the other. They had been ingrained deeply in her thought processes.

Mistress Tamala let the tape ruler snap back in place as she walked over to the cabinet. The cabinet was located behind piglet and Miss Tamala disappeared from piglet's view. Piglet heard the cabinet drawer open.

"Bang," Miss Tamala slammed the drawer shut purposely and piglet jumped, her heart rate increasing to a rapid pace. Miss Tamala walked very slowly back in front of piglet and stopped when she was only about 12 inches away from her. She was face to face with her slave and her beautiful black eyes looked right into piglet's eyes. Piglet was sure she had not completed her task correctly and that would mean more demerits or even worst, a hard slap to the face. The look in Mistress Tamala's eyes frightened her even more if that was possible. She lowered her eyes but held her service position.

Mistress Tamala reached down and rested her hand on piglet's mound, then let her hand slowly drop down and over her hard pubic bone until her fingers reached the outer lips of her vagina. Piglets outer vagina lips had been stretched purposely by Dr. Mary using a medical procedure that was specifically designed for that purpose. Her outer vagina lips distended downward about an inch so they were always clearly visible to her Mistresses and they were a great deal more sensitive in this state. Mistress Tamala let two of her fingers rub the outer folds of piglet's enlarged vagina lips. Slowly, back and forth her fingers worked on the vagina lips until she could feel the wetness begin to build up.

"Look into my eyes bitch," Miss Tamala said suddenly and in a loud voice.

"Yes ma'am," and piglet raised her head, her eyes fixed on Mistress Tamala's frightening eyes.

"You never take your fucking eyes off me unless I tell you to," Mistress Tamala yelled at piglet. As she yelled at piglet she started to tease her vagina by inserting her finger inside the now moist inner vagina lips. She was working her finger slowly at first, then faster, then slow again, then faster . . .

"Yes ma'am," piglet replied as she felt her sexual emotions start to stir again. Tiny tremors ran through her body, she could feel little stabs of tingling bliss shooting down her arms and legs and as the pulsating sexual sensations increased in intensity her knees were buckling a little. She was having a hard time remaining in her service position. Her breathing was quicker now and when she exhaled her mouth sagged a bit, then inhaled and sucked in her breath deeply causing her stomach to pull inward. She was getting very close and she wasn't sure if she should ask permission...maybe even beg...or something . . . her mind was saying "no, she wasn't told to speak, but her body was telling her "yes"...

Dr. Mary was leaning against the cabinet watching her protégé at work. "Damn she is getting good," Dr. Mary thought. "To think Tamala was a depressed ex-wife ten years ago. Look at her now, she is becoming insatiable," she continued thinking as she was getting more and more aroused watching Tamala put piglet through her paces.

Dr. Mary was Tamala's mentor and this role came natural to her. Exploring a person's mind, shaping it, and the realization that she had the ability and power to achieve this, especially when it involved sexual emotions and desires gave her a sexual high. Tamala was more the "implementer" and this role seemed to come just as natural to her. It wasn't planned this way; rather it was one's instincts or one's sexual orientation that came to the surface in a free and unprejudiced environment. This is what attracted Dr. Mary to Tamala when initially, during Tamala's depressed therapy sessions, Dr. Mary discovered that Tamala's sexual orientation leaned toward domination and even a streak of sadism.

Mistress Tamala inserted two fingers in piglet's vagina opening now, twisting and turning, bringing her one finger up to just frivolously and ever so lightly rub against her clit, then slowly in and out, shallow and a little deeper, faster, then slowly again, . . . and the juices were flowing down the inside of piglet's thighs. Piglet's facial features were distorted, she was beginning to gasp for air, even her body was beginning to sink a little and Mistress Tamala knew she wanted to cum . . . needed to reach an orgasm more than anything else in the world. Suddenly and without warning, Mistress Tamala caught piglet's clit between her finger and her thumb and squeezed very hard.

"Aaaahhhhhh . . .aaaahhhhh . . .ooooohhhhh," came the involuntary agonizing noise from piglet's mouth. She knew she should remain quiet but the pain was excruciating, almost unbearable as she looked into excited beautiful black eyes and saw the sadistic smile on her Mistress's face as she squeezed her thumb and finger harder and harder until piglet's clit was just about mashed between her finger and her thumb. Suddenly Mistress Tamala removed her fingers.

Tears flowed freely down the cheeks of piglet's face. She needed release so bad . . . so bad...she kept thinking. Her nipples were so hard, so hard she thought they would burst...release, climax, cum...her thought processes were spinning almost out of control. Finally she lowered her head down . . . defeated, unsatisfied, and frustrated. She knew she would be punished for lowering her head without permission but her head almost dropped of its own accord and she didn't have the strength to fight it any longer. Instead she felt Mistress Tamala's dry hand under her chin raising her head once more. Miss Tamala cupped piglet's chin tightly with her hand, moved her face to within a couple of inches of piglet's face, and stared deeply into her tear filled eyes. Then she brought the hand that was soaked with piglet's own vaginal juices up to piglet's mouth.

"Open," Miss Tamala said in a very sultry, soft, and low voice almost as though she was showing compassion for the broken down girl. Miss Tamala's face was so close piglet could feel her warm breath on her face when she said "open." Then Miss Tamala put the vaginal nectar soaked fingers in piglet's mouth, softly twisted them around, over her teeth, on her tongue and back and forth.

"Your Mistresses with be seated for dinner now little slut," Miss Tamala said again to piglet in the same sultry and sexy voice.

Piglet looked at her Mistress through tear filled eyes, looked at the wonderful smile on her face, thought how beautiful she was, how superior and wise she was, how fortunate she herself was to just be in the presence of this all knowing beautiful black woman. Deep in her heart she knew her Mistress knew what was best for her. Wasn't that what Mistress Tamala and Mistress Mary had told her over and over again? Besides her mind was telling her ... "your too dumb, too stupid, too much of a slut to do anything without Mistress Tamala's supervision and direction."

"Yes ma'am," piglet answered in a very submissive tone of voice. She moved over to pull the chair out from the dining room table where Mistress Tamala would be seated. Then she bent down to kiss the seat of the chair where Mistress Tamala's ass would touch the seat.

The kissing of the chair was a symbolic show of respect for her Mistress and was the result of a training program that Dr. Mary had implemented called "demonstrations of worship." Piglet believed with all her heart that Mistress Tamala was born to be worshipped and there were many times when all Mistress Tamala would have to say was: "demonstrate your respect," and piglet would kneel down and kiss her ass wherever they happened to be.

Piglet then went to the other end of the table to go through the same procedure of respect and worship for Mistress Dr. Mary. After both of her Mistresses were seated, she went to her "designated spot" again and assumed her service position.

"You may now serve dinner pig," Mistress Tamala told her.

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet.

During dinner Mistress Tamala and Mistress Mary discussed their plans for at least the present, Miss Lynn Langley, when she returned for her orientation. They discussed the fact that Lynn was a good candidate for the internship. She didn't have any strong family connections; was very pretty, so much so that she had several offers for modeling from some very highly respected modeling agencies but had decided on a career in law; she was a straight 'A' student throughout high school and college; and as a 'side benefit' she had a large trust fund, something they would have to keep in mind. They were much energized just thinking about this new challenge and how much fun it would be to bring this 'high flying white bitch to her knees.'

"Give the bitch the 'stage two favor pellet' tomorrow morning," said Dr. Mary. "This drug has a chemical mixture that has a stronger aphrodisiac than the 'stage one pellet' and will stimulate her sexual arousal much faster than yesterday. It also contains something to heighten her sense of smell and taste. All of your womanly scents will be a fragrance that her mind will automatically relate to sex and act as a sex stimulant. Try to get your ass as close to her face as possible. This scent will also have a sexual connection for her," Dr. Mary continued. "It's like rewiring her brain. The chemicals are harmless and will dissipate. They are only used to assist us to lower her natural instincts but in the final analysis, it will be up to us to bring out her ingrained submissiveness, to lower her self esteem and self worth, to make her fear and love us more then anything else in the world, and then to educate and mold her into what we want her to be," Dr. Mary was explaining to Tamala in her doctorial tone of voice.

"I think I can handle that doctor," Mistress Tamala answered. "This is going to be fun. I am getting excited just thinking about it."

"Oh, I know you can handle it you beautiful sadistic lady," said Dr. Mary jokingly. "Call me around noon and keep me informed of your progress. I may be able to come to your office to give her a physical."

Ha, ha, ha," Mistress Tamala laughed. "I can't wait to see that!"

While this dinner conversation was going on between her two Mistresses, piglet stood in her service position and only moved when summoned by one of her Mistresses to refill a wine glass or when they had use of a napkin fastened to the rings in the nipples of her breasts.

Mistress Tamala was the first one to get up from the dinner table. She walked over and picked up Dr. Mary's plate, brought it around the table to her plate and scraped the leftovers all on a single plate. There were pieces of fat and bristle from the New York strip steak; some left over salad, Mistress Tamala's had French dressing, Dr. Mary's had Italian dressing; and a little of the rice medley. Miss Tamala mixed it all together in one pile on the plate.

"Bring me the garbage shit head," Mistress Tamala said to piglet, her voice now back to the authoritative tone.

"Yes ma'am," snapped piglet in response to the voice tone change.

The changes in Mistress Tamala's voice pitch had a roller coaster effect on piglet's emotions. When she spoke in an authoritative and loud tone piglet's emotions soared and fear built up in her mind rapidly and it was easy to see the fear in her facial expression. Then came the soft and sultry tone and it brought her down almost like air being left slowly out an inner tube and left a confused expression on her face. Mistress Tamala had become an expert in applying this taunting and she loved to keep piglet on edge not knowing what to expect. This taunting always brought a rapid wetness between Mistress Tamala's legs so intense that in a few instances it would bring her to the brink of an orgasm.

Piglet was not allowed to discard any garbage of any kind without Mistress Tamala inspecting it before hand. She walked over to the kitchen sink, retrieved the plastic bag where she had kept the garbage from dinner and from this morning's breakfast and brought it over to her Mistress.

Mistress Tamala looked into the plastic bag and started to take out the items she wanted and put them on the same plate that contained tonight's dinner leftovers. She took out two egg shells, a banana peel, a small piece of burned toast, some cucumber peelings, some wilted lettuce leaves, and some tomato stems. She put these items in with the leftovers on the plate and mixed, cut, and mashed them together. She was doing all of this in full view of piglet. She knew the food items were perfectly safe although most likely not very appetizing, but the point was that piglet viewed this as "garbage" thus had the affect of lowering her self worth. Once in a while Mistress Tamala would look right into piglet's face with a smile on her own face adrenalin. Piglet remained somber and expressionless.

Dr. Mary sat back in her chair watching Tamala. She had never seen Tamala go through this routine before. Usually when it was time for piglet's feeding they would feed her together just before putting her to bed. Mistress Tamala looked over at Dr. Mary a few times while she prepared this mixture and when their eyes met, Mistress Tamala would wink at her. Obviously, Mistress Tamala was doing this for Dr. Mary's benefit. She always liked to surprise and impress her tutor, lover, best friend and confidant.

"Hungry pig?" Mistress Tamala said to piglet.

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet in a very subdued voice.

"Speak the fuck up," shouted Mistress Tamala, "are you trying to make me strain my ears to hear you?"

"No ma'am . . . ah, yes ma'am . . . I mean . . .," piglet answered louder this time but she was stammering again. She was confused, she knew she was only supposed to answer with 'yes' or 'no' answers, but she couldn't figure out whether she was answering to the 'hungry question' or the question about her Mistress 'straining her ears' . . . I don't why I'm so dumb, she was thinking as tears began to flood her eyes again . . . she was trying so hard please her Mistress.

"Let's start over again, ok dummy," Mistress Tamala said, "you are getting a second chance, do you realize that?"

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet. She would have liked to add a 'thank you' to her answer but she knew she was confined to a 'yes' or 'no.'

"Sometimes you disappoint me you damn dumb slut," Mistress Tamala lectured piglet. "You know damn well you are not allowed second chances without earning demerits, don't you!"

"Yes ma'am," came piglet's frightened and disappointed response. She was disappointed because she was being scolded for failing her Mistress again.

"Turn and face Mistress Mary and recite what you learned from the 'educational tapes' about second chances," Mistress Tamala told piglet.

Piglet turned to face Dr. Mary.

"Mistress Mary," piglet began, "this dumb white slut is not allowed to have a second chance when one of my Mistresses assigns me to a task or otherwise gives me an instruction. This dumb white slut must always strive to complete my task to my Mistress's satisfaction the first time. To do otherwise would be to waste my Mistress's valuable time."

"Ahhhhhhh, that was very good pig," Dr. Mary told piglet. "See how fortunate you are tonight to be granted a second chance by beautiful Mistress Tamala?"

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet.

"Go over in front of Mistress Mary and assume the 'hold position'", Miss Tamala told piglet.

"Yes ma'am," replied piglet as she started to move over to Dr. Mary's chair. Dr. Mary had moved her chair out from under the dining room table so piglet would be facing her. Piglet got down on her knees, folded her arms behind her back, pulled her shoulders back as far as she could and bowed her head down until her chin touched an area just above her breasts. The "hold position" was the position piglet was always required to be in if her Mistresses did not assign her a task or if she was not performing a service. It was a very uncomfortable position but through strict training piglet had become proficient at it.

As piglet was obeying her last instructions, Mistress Tamala walked over to the veranda, picked up an old newspaper and torn a piece about a foot square from it. She then walked over to pick up the plate with the mixture of leftovers and garbage and took both the piece of newspaper and plate over to where piglet was kneeing in the "hold position" in front of Dr. Mary. She placed the piece of newspaper about 10 inches from Dr. Mary's bare feet and used a fork to scrape the mixture from the plate onto the newspaper just in front of piglet's knees.

"Now dummy, Mistress Tamala said, "pick your head up and tell Mistress Mary how I enlightened you concerning your feeding from now on, and why I made the decision to change your diet. You have permission to speak."

"Yes ma'am" piglet began, "Mistress Mary, Mistress Tamala enlighten me to the reality that she saw no good reason to spend money on food for me. She told that I am too stupid to know the difference between foods anyway. Besides, with the money she saved on my diet, she could buy something nice for herself something that would make her happy. She informed that since I am nothing more than a slutty pig that I shouldn't have any problem adjusting to a similar diet that pigs eat. So starting today, I am to save any leftovers from my Mistresses plates and I am not to throw any garbage away without Mistress Tamala's permission."

Dr. Mary bent down and started to stroke piglet's head from front to back like you would pet a dog that just performed good trick or deed.

"Well now," said Dr. Mary in a softy and sultry voice, "that was very, very thoughtful of Mistress Tamala, wasn't it?"

"Yes ma'am," came piglet's reply.

"And you really are a brainless white whore, aren't you?" Dr. Mary continued taunting piglet as though reasoning with her and making the facts clear for her own benefit.

"Yes ma'am," piglet replied again.

Dr. Mary always loved to hear the words of self degradation that had been imbedded in piglet's thought processes coming from piglet's own mouth. Not only did it give her a personal sexual rush, but she always told Mistress Tamala that this process and training would reduce any self esteem a person possessed to its lowest level.

"Get the bitch to admit what she is over and over again," Dr. Mary lectured Mistress Tamala. "It is like a direct current right to the brain when it comes from the bitch's own mouth and will have a lasting effect on her personality traits. That's when they become extremely pliable to your suggestions and instructions," Dr. Mary taught Mistress Tamala in her expert psychiatric teaching manner of speaking.

As Dr. Mary kept up her little game of "educating" piglet as she always referred to this degradation "modus operandi," Mistress Tamala walked over to the chair where Dr. Mary was sitting and put her arm around her. They were both getting very excited, the sexual desires had been building all night and now their dominant personalities were driving their arousal to the peak. The more they became aware of the power they had over piglet, the more they were sure that piglet was completely under their control and they were assured they could use her in any manner they wanted to, the more they were becoming sexually intoxicated.

"And if it wasn't for Mistress Tamala's supervision and willingness to educate you," Dr. Mary continued speaking to piglet while stroking her head from front to back, "you would always be playing with your pussy like a little slut, wouldn't you?"

"Yes ma'am," piglet said looking into Mistress Mary's eyes.

Dr. Mary moved her toes over to the mixture in front of piglet. She twisted her foot around in the mixture and took some of it on her toes.

"Would you like to taste your dinner fuck face," she said to piglet.

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet.

Dr. Mary stopped "petting" piglet, leaned back in her chair, picked her foot up and rubbed the mixture of leftovers and garbage on her lips, the area under her nose and on her chin. The food blend had taken on a brownish color from being mixed together and it looked amusing on piglet's face. But piglet kept her mouth shut. She wasn't told to open her mouth and of course, obedience was a sacred obligation on her part.

Dr. Mary pulled her foot away from piglet, got out of the chair and embraced Tamala. It was a tight lover's embrace, lips upon lips, breasts again breasts, and they rubbed their mounds together in a circular motion feeling the heat building up in each other's loins. When their mouths parted Dr. Mary looked into Tamala's eyes.

"Did you enjoy the exhibition darling," Tamala said to Dr. Mary.

"Oh yes, yes, you beautiful and wonderful lady . . . you always surprise me," answered Dr. Mary. "And it's practical too ... ha, ha, ha ... we don't have to dispose of garbage anymore...we have a built in garbage disposal...," Dr. Mary continued in a pleased and sexually aroused blissful mood.

Tamala placed a light kiss on Dr. Mary lips. She looked into her eyes of her tutor and lover. Tamala's eyes had the look of someone who was about to have an orgasm. Her mouth had a little smile, a smile of someone who was on an extreme high and she saw the same look on Dr. Mary's face. As they looked down on the floor at the kneeling white bitch, arms folded in obedience behind her back, shoulders tucked back just as they had trained her, the mixture of leftovers and garbage smeared on her face, they felt like they were looking at their creation. That feeling of dominance surging through their bodies was awesome. To think they had taken Ann, this pretty normal white girl, wholesome and highly educated in as an intern just four years ago and completely changed her into nothing but an empty minded shell of a woman, ready to obey every order and command of her superiors without question was sexually overpowering. And to think that soon, hopefully very soon, they might reduce another white bitch to her status only heightened their feeling of exhilaration.

Mistress Tamala was soaked... her pussy was dripping wet. Mistress Mary sensed that Tamala was climbing the mountain... up, up, up... there was no turning back now. It was as though someone had packed a ton of dynamite into Tamala's brain and the fuse was lit. That was very apparent to Dr. Mary by the lustful expression on Tamala's face. Her eye lids was closed just a bit, the the corners of her mouth were upturned in a familiar smile of someone who was fast reaching the height of their sexual arousal and her breathing pattern increased. Dr. Mary backed away just enough to get her hand underneath Tamala's skirt, up to top of the elastic band of her panties and down through her abundant pubic hair.

Mistress Tamala reciprocated. Her hand disappeared down the front of Dr. Mary's white medical slacks, and continued down, underneath her panties, down to her wet outer vagina lips. As though they were both on the same wave length, they inserted their fingers into each other's vagina opening and almost instantaneously found each others clit. Their lips met... mouths opened, their tongues caressing, as the little tremors started... aaahhh, aahhh, ohhh, ohh, ... little sounds were heard from both of them. Then while both were looking down on "their white bitch", their "creation" the tremors gave way to the earthquake... the fuse reached the dynamite... "I'm cumming... I'm cumming... oooohhhh, oooohhhh, aaahhhhhh,... it was hard to distinguish the sounds from one another... they tightened their embrace as the flood gates let go, pulsating... pumping a river of nectar down over their fingers, both were reaching their orgasms at the same moment.

They stayed "high up on top of the mountain" for what seemed like an eternity, up where the air was fresh and you could breathe deeply. Caressing each other's back, arms, and wherever their hands could reach, lips slowly breaking their togetherness they were descending from their ascent. They had both pulled each other's ripcord, the parachute was opening and they were slowly drifting back to earth...and the feeling was good!

After the ebb tide of passion had subsided somewhat, her breathing returning to normal, and with a deep satisfied feeling in her loins, Mistress Tamala reached down and untied the napkins from piglet's nipples. She didn't want her fine linen napkins to get soiled. This was not very easily done because it required a lot of pulling and tugging to get the napkins loose. Piglet had been instructed to make the knots tight when she fastened them to the rings and she did a good job. What made it worst was the fact the piglet's nipples were extremely sensitive today. And now she was in a sexually excited state of mind from being a witness to the love making that just taken place between her Mistresses. Womanly musk scent filled the air and piglet was wishing she could taste the nectar that was the cause of that scent. All the teasing and touching her Mistresses had imposed on her the last few hours contributed to keeping her nipples hard. Mistress Tamala left the rings in her nipples in case she decided to use them for some thing else later on.

"You may eat your dinner now you worthless bastard," Miss Tamala said to piglet in a loud and stern tone of voice, "and don't you dare use your hands. And don't get garbage on the floor. Keep it all on the paper. If I see one speck of garbage on the floor it will be 100 demerits. After you get through eating, clean the dishes and put every thing back in perfect order. Your Mistresses are going to the master bathroom to bathe and relax in the whirlpool. When you have completed your task, go into the living room. You have twenty-one minutes and thirty seconds to finish eating and to complete this task. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am," answered piglet. She hadn't eaten since her feeding at noon today but she really wasn't very hungry. But when asked a question from one of her Mistresses, she had a tendency to say "yes" rather than "no." Her mind had been conditioned to view "yes" as agreeable and obedient whereas "no" had somewhat of a negative and disobedient association with it.

Her Mistresses had been disciplining her a little more than usual this evening and she was still feeling the effects of that disciplining. But of course, there was never even the faintest thought of disobeying an order from one of her Mistresses. She bent her head down, and like the good obedient little thing she was, she started to ingest her food. Piglet was fed in many different ways and eating off the floor, using only her mouth was not new to her but usually the food she was given was of a mushy consistency.

On this occasion, with the cut up banana peels and the tomato stems it was somewhat more difficult. First she tried taking a mouthful and just chew it with her head kept down. But some of the food would fall back out of her mouth especially the banana peel and tomato stem pieces. So then she tried to take a mouthful, lift her head up and jerk her head backwards. This movement of the head backwards had the effect of pushing the food back further in her mouth where she could chew and swallow it better.

Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mary didn't leave immediately. Instead they stayed for a few minutes watching piglet eating her first meal of leftovers and garbage.

"Little fucker is innovative, isn't she?" Dr. Mary remarked to Mistress Tamala when piglet jerked her head backwards to get a better grip on her food.

"Yeah," answered Mistress Mary laughing, "the bitch must have been watching a lot of animal movies ... ha, ha, ha." Both of their domineering personalities bubbled to the surface at the sight of piglet's plight.

As Mistress Tamala and Mistress Mary left the dining room piglet finished her dinner. The taste wasn't very appetizing and she wasn't hungry in the first place but she managed it. The training she been undergoing for so long was kicking in. Her altered mind processes were telling her, "I am fortunate that Mistress Tamala thought of me at all. Most of the time she didn't feed me until I was put to bed... Mistress Tamala is so good to me...didn't Mistress Mary just tell me how lucky I was...she even gave me a second chance."

Then she got to work. She already had accumulated a lot of demerits and knew that soon Mistress Tamala would be holding her accountable for them. She worked fast, double checking everything she did. "Must made sure there isn't a speck of dirt anywhere" her thoughts were telling her again ... "check the floor, make sure there isn't a speck on the floor ... Mistress Tamala said not a speck on the floor." The last act in this task was to put her Mistresses fine linen napkins in the "hand wash" area. Piglet was not allowed to put anything that bore the initials of her Mistresses in the washing machine. Rather these articles would always require careful washing by hand. As piglet was putting down the napkins, she was careful to make sure the initials of her Mistresses were facing outward...they were never to be hidden from view. As she looked at the initials her mind flashed back to the picture of her two Mistresses in their lovers embrace. She could still heard the blissful sounds emulating from them as they each reached the climax of their kissing, touching and grinding. She could still smell the womanly scent that she had come to crave so much. On impulse, even though she didn't have permission to do so, she bent down and kissed first the initials, "T.B." and then the initials, "M.M."...her way of paying homage to her owners. As she did so, she could feel the wetness seeping out of her vagina and dampening the insides of her upper thighs. Then she worried, after all, she didn't have her Mistresses permission to kiss the initials and the tears started in her eyes again thinking, "I probably did something bad."

Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mary showered, washing each other with a very fragrant soap and a luxuriously soft wash cloth. They kissed and touched, feeling the softness of each other's breasts, getting a generous amount of soap on their hands and then rotating their palms in a circular motion around each other's nipples until they became erect, then moving downward, over the feminine curves and slender waists, seeking out and then feeling, squeezing their hands over each other's ass cheeks, feeling good about each other. It was usually one of piglet's tasks to bathe and pamper her Mistresses but this evening, after being to the "top of the mountain and back" they preferred to be alone. They were extremely happy in this alternative lifestyle they had chosen for themselves. They established a way to satisfy their most dominant desires and it was exciting...fun...maybe even a little evil...almost too good to be true.

After showering, they both made their way to the sunken whirlpool, set the temperature to 105 degrees, set the jets to very slow and just relaxed with a glass of good wine. Life was good for Mistress Tamala and Mistress Mary. They both had a long day and they were both tired from tonight's activities. Mistress Mary headed for her side of the white poster bed in their luxurious bedroom. As she climbed into bed, in between the soft "initialed" sheets that their slave had washed by hand, Mistress Tamala was brushing her hair at the vanity table.

"Do you want me to bed down piglet," asked Miss Mary.

"No darling," answered Miss Tamala. "I will do it. I've decided to hold a 'reflection session' with piglet tonight. I think with the new challenges coming up tomorrow it is time for a reflection session with the white bitch."

"OK beautiful lady," replied Miss Mary, "I am off to dream land then. Tell the bitch I will have grapefruit and a little cereal for breakfast please."

"OK darling," answered Miss Tamala, "have a good night's rest."

A "reflection session," was a very special time that Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary Mercy had decided was very important in a lifestyle that was based on a dominant/submissive relationship. Like the "service position" and the "hold position", a "reflection session" was a discipline that had been perfected by these two beautiful successful women and another that piglet had to undertake. It also was a period of time that was set aside as determined solely at the discretion of either Miss Tamala or Miss Mary. Miss Tamala knew that tomorrow would be challenging. She hopefully would be conducting Miss Lynn Langley's orientation.

Miss Tamala was a little nervous thinking about Lynn Langley's orientation because it had been four years since she had first under taken the "hunt" process with Ann. A lot had happen in four years. They had purchased this beautiful big house and the property surrounding it. Miss Tamala's business had grown tenfold. Dr. Mary's practice had vastly expanded. They knew they needed help taking care of the house and the grounds surrounding it. Moreover, they had so much fun training Ann and had been able to explore their dominant personalities in ways that most dominant people only dream of. "Why change now", they reasoned. "Another white bitch added to our household would be the ideal way to enlist assistance," they both agreed. A lot depended on tomorrow.

The last reflection session with piglet had been some time ago. It was not Miss Tamala's practice to have a reflection session on a regular basis. Rather it was more fun to keep piglet guessing, if she was even capable of guessing. Piglet, in her advanced state of training, was so used to being told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it that it never even occurred to her to think about anything but the immediate task she had been assigned.

So while Mistress Mary was fast asleep satisfied with tonight's events, Mistress Tamala prepared for the reflection session with piglet.