Fourth Slave

I had had good if somewhat boring experience with Doreen and good if ultimately disappointing experience with Samantha. I truly felt that Samantha was not really a true submissive and was really just playing the part as it was easier than trying to go it alone. Bit of a bimbo as it turned out. I only made a modest return on Samantha whereas Doreen was a money spinner. Doreen always promised a lot of sex, sort of keeping you interested but not really delivering whereas Samantha delivered too much but tended to be a bit seedy. It was like living with an unsuccessful prostitute, always looking for the next john but settling for the easy life as a slave.

Anyway, here I was standing next to this person, dressed in this curious material, stretched out on a St Andrew's cross with tight uncomfortable bondage and blind to any lookers or visitors. I wanted to reassure her that I was sympathetic to her plight and was impressed with her fortitude as I knew that she had to be put into this bondage by Slaveria staff and she would have a lot of say in how tight or uncomfortable she was and I guessed that, as a volunteer, she brought all this clothing with her. So to make her aware of me, I put my hand lightly on her rubber clad leg and ran it up over her skirt, listening to the rustle and faint squeak. I rested my hand on her thigh and squeezed gently then patted her and withdrew my hand. The effect was immediate. A soft sigh and a shudder and the squirming stopped.

She whispered something so I said loudly, "What did you say?" and put my ear next to her mouth hole.

"Thank you", she said quietly. Again that soft feminine voice with hints of bass. Very pleasant.

Without further ado, I started running my hands over her body, as much to feel the rubber as to caress her and was rewarded with the same soft sighs and an absence of squirming. She shuddered as I caressed her thighs. Out of curiosity, I brushed her crotch and was surprised to find no trace of a bulge.