Nicole and Rachel 4-6

"Close your eyes, Nicole…" Miss Jones said. The teenage girl shut her eyes as the older woman poured water over her head, washing the shampoo from Nicole's brown hair. "Ok, Nicole. You can open your eyes now." Miss Jones said. Nicole blinked a couple times as water ran down her face.

Mistress Jones' two "slaves" sat, cross-legged, in her old metal tub. The girls had been bound hand and foot with plastic zip-ties and their ring gags replaced with ball gags to keep the water out. Miss Jones had her sleeves rolled up as she scrubbed the two girls down, cleaning off the mud and dirt they'd picked up in the backyard as pet girls.

With all the soap out of Nicole's hair, Miss Jones turned her attention to Rachel. She opened the bottle of shampoo and poured a dab of the amber gel into her hands and rubbing it into the girl's short red hair, working it into a white lather.

Nicole blushed red as she felt Rachel's leg bounce up against her side as Rachel shifted to let Miss Jones rinse the soap out of her hair as well. The tub was small. It would have been small for one person if he or she was big enough, with the two of them in it, it was pretty cramped.

Periodically, as Miss Jones fussed over cleaning every speck of mud off her slaves, the two girls found themselves pressed almost indecently close to one another. It didn't exactly help that both girls were naked as the day they were born.

The warm water, its surface coated with a layer of white bubbles, reached up to the girl's breasts, affording some measure of privacy, visually at least. But when Rachel brushed up against her, Nicole's body had a warmth to it that wasn't entirely due to the bath water.

Nicole might have continued that line of thoughts, had Miss Jones not finished cleaning Rachel. The older woman helped the redhead clamber out of the tub and quickly and brusquely patted her down with a large, fuzzy green bath towel. When Rachel was dry, Nicole was pulled out of the tub and given the same pat down.

"Alright, slaves…" Mistress Jones said, as she snipped through the zip-ties with a pair of scissors. "Before we get ready for this evening, I want to show you what you'll be wearing…"

Mistress Jones led the two girls out of the bathroom and into the nearby bedroom. A pair of outfits had been laid out on the bed, side by side.  A post-it note set on each bore one of the girl's names. Two matching pairs of shoes sat on the floor at the foot of the bed.

"I had to guess o the sizes, but I think they should fit okay." Mistress Jones said as Nicole examined the pile with her name on it; a frilly black dress, a lacy white apron and cap, black silk stockings…

A handful of minutes later, a pair of French maids stood before their mistress, who paced back and forth examining her two slaves. While they'd been changing, Miss Jones had also taken the opportunity to change back into her Mistress Costume and was looking suitably intimidating.

"Well!" Mistress Jones exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "Aren't you two just adorable! Remind me, I just have to get a picture of you two sometime this evening!" The two teenage girl's response to this was both emphatic and swiftly resulted in the two slaves being gagged once again by their mistress.

From her bag of bondage supplies, Mistress Jones took out a pair of handcuffs and locked the maid's hands in front of them. The two girl's feet were shackled as well, with enough chain to only restrict them to a slow walk. Lastly, Mistress Jones put the two slave's collars back on, buckling them snugly around each girl's throat.

"Well, come on, slaves!" Mistress Jones said, clipping a pair leashes to the front of the girl's collars. "Let's get ready for the party!" She tugged on the leashes, as she turned to head downstairs. The two slaves followed, a little uncertainly.

Nicole wobbled as she took a step, a little unsteady on her feet. She'd never liked wearing heels, when she couldn't avoid it altogether. It didn't help the that pair Miss Jones had picked out for her had to be at least an inch taller than anything she'd worn before. It felt like she was walking on tiptoes.     

Once again, Nicole found herself shackled to the kitchen counter, as she prepared the snacks and mixed up some punch for the guests. Rachel, meanwhile, hurried to and fro, straightening things, as Mistress Jones hounded her with a crop.

Nicole was just finishing skewering the last of the hors-devours when she heard the doorbell ring. Mistress Jones gave Rachel a last swat on her fanny, and hurried to let the first guests in. Nicole heard muffled voices as Mistress Jones opened the door and invited the early arrivals inside.
"Good Evening! Robert, Sally, it's so good to see you! Do come in!"

"Hey Steph!" Nicole heard a man say, "I heard you got lucky at the auction this morning. Who'd you win-Oh I see her. I love the outfit Miss…"

"Rachel. Unfortunately, she's not allowed to speak right now, otherwise she'd introduce herself." Miss Jones said. "She's Jane Morgan's daughter, you met her, I think. Her friend Nicole Green is here to, making the refreshments for tonight, unless she escaped while my back was turned."

"I doubt that…" A woman, Sally, said. "We both know how good you are with rope. Too bad. It'd be fun if she'd tried and we got to "punish her" at the party tonight."

"Well, I might have to punish her anyway, if she hasn't finished those hors-devours, before I check in on her!" Mistress Jones said; a little louder then was really necessary. Nicole hurriedly finished sticking the toothpicks into the last cheese cubes.

A second later, Mistress Jones stepped through the door into the kitchen, looking rather disappointed when Nicole turned and bowed her head submissively before her mistress. She was followed a moment later by Rachel, her leash held in one of the older woman's hands.

"All done slave?" Mistress Jones asked.

"Mmmppphhh Mmm!" Nicole nodded affirmatively.

"Good. My guests are hungry." Mistress Jones said as she unchained Nicole from the counter.     

Nicole loaded a pair of trays, one with snacks, the other with cups of punch. Rachel shuffled over to the counter and picked up one tray in her handcuffed hands. Nicole grabbed the other one.

"Well, get on with it, slaves!" Mistress Jones said cheerfully, giving Nicole's behind a playful smack on the backside with her crop to get her moving. Just then, the doorbell rang a second time. Mistress Jones hurried off to open it, leaving her two slaves to follower her as best they could shackled hand and foot.

The two girls shuffled into the living room just as their mistress returned with a quartet of elegantly dressed men and women to join the first two guests, chatting with each other.

Nicole saw everyone turn to stare at the two slaves. She blushed red as a half dozen men and women older than her examined the pair of young, French-maid-slaves.

"Would anyone care for some refreshments?" Mistress Jones said, gesturing towards the two serving girls. "Don't be afraid to indulge. My two slaves have prepared plenty of snacks for everyone. Right?" She whispered to Nicole, who hurriedly nodded.

Before the older woman could continue, the doorbell rang again. Off she went to invite the new arrivals in. Meanwhile, the rest of the guests rushed the two slaves, though probably more to ogle the two and experience being served by a slave girl, then to satisfy hunger or thirst.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, the three women were kept jumping, mistress Jones, greeting guests as they arrived and playing hostess to the ones already there, her two slaves running back and forth between the kitchen and living room for more snacks and punch as the guests broke the ice.

"Hey you two!" Nicole saw Rachel blush as Mrs. Morgan, Rachel's mom, appeared through the crowd, grinning. Trailing the older woman at the end of her leash was Amy, Mrs. Morgan's slave for the day. Rachel's mother must have broken into her eldest daughters stash, or maybe she had her own supply of bondage things.

Amy had a rather large ball gag wedged between her teeth. Her hands were locked behind her back with handcuffs. Like Nicole and Rachel, she'd changed into a maids outfit. Despite all this, and the stares the guests were giving her, the teenage girl was grinning happily behind her gag. Amy nodded to Nicole and Rachel, who returned the greeting.

"So, how'd you girls enjoy yourselves today?" Mrs. Morgan asked. The two girls shrugged and mumbled something into their gags. The older woman laughed. "Did Stephanie treat you two alright?" Both girls nodded.

"Well good." Mrs. Morgan said, "Because you two get to enjoy my good friend Stephanie's 'hospitality' one more day. I talked to you mother and father, Nicole, and they said you could stay another day, if you want."

Before Nicole could answer, Mistress Jones appeared behind her. "Jane! Glad you could make it! And I see you brought your slave too!"

"I figured she could help out." Mrs. Morgan replied with a shrug, handing Amy's leash over to Mistress Jones.

"Well, I'm sure I can find something for her to do…"

"By the way," Rachel mother continued, I was just asking Nicole if she wanted to stay on an extra day. Rachel's staying, she doesn't get a say in the matter because I could use another day without her in my hair, but Nicole's parents said they were ok with it, so long as she agreed."

"Well she can't answer gagged like that, can she?" Miss Jones said, unbuckling Nicole's gag. "So, Nicole, do you want to be my slave for another day?"

"Well…" Nicole said, sheepishly. "I guess it'd be a pretty mean thing to do, leaving Rachel here by herself…ok, I'll stay…"

"Perfect!" Mistress Jones said, stuffing Nicole's gag back in before she could change her mind. "I've got plenty of fun things planned for tomorrow, and I can't do it without you two!" Her two slaves groaned somewhat less enthusiastically into their gags.

"Now," she continued, "I'll go and put this little slave to work, and be right back. And then we can really start this party!"  She turned and headed for the kitchen, Amy trailing behind her. A short while later, Amy returned, now bearing a tray of snacks like the other two.

A minute or two later, Miss Jones reappeared as well and called out something that sent chills running down Nicole's spine. "Okay, everyone, it's time for photos! Who wants to pose with our lovely slaves for the evening!?!"        

Before Nicole could flee, one of the guests grabbed her leash, dragging the mutely protesting slave over to where a crowd was forming around Mistress Jones. Out of the corner of her eye, Nicole saw Rachel and Amy being dragged along as well by the grinning crowd of guests.

Soon, the three of them found themselves in even more restrictive bondage as Mistress Jones, aided with evil glee by Mrs. Morgan, made sure the girls wouldn't fidget and would hold their poses during the photo-shoot. When they were done, the teenage girls could only squirm helplessly and "mmmppphhh!" into their gags as the guests lined up to have their pictures taken with the slaves.

"Relax, you three!" Mistress Jones said, raising her camera, as Mrs. Morgan draped one arm around her daughter's shoulders, and beamed at the camera. "Smile!..."