Slave Revelations

" Well then, Jilly, filly," she said, addressing the stooping girl before her, " I dare say you could use a bath, eh? " Jilly managed just to nod her head, despite the pillory about her slender neck. " Of course, such privileges as baths must be earned," she said. " You understand that, I suppose. " A grunt and another foreshortened nod. " Well now, how do you think you could earn your bath, and show your gratitude to your new mistress at the same time? " The girl had sucked furiously on her gag and there was now a darkened patch about her mouth where saliva had leaked out and dampened the leather through. " Perhaps we can think of something more suitable for that pretty little mouth to do. " Celia watched as the eyes behind the mask blinked and the pupils began to dilate slightly as the realisation sunk in. She drew down the zip of her black leather panties to reveal her shaven pudenda--" You understand what is required of you, slave? " --And heard Jilly swallow, a voluble exercise with the gag filling her mouth so completely. Another soft grunt and the eyelids fluttered. It was an unmistakable signal. " Ah yes, Jilly. Very promising, very promising indeed! "