Dolly, Chapter 8: Unexpected Flavors

Dolly is taught how to eat sushi while watching Jeff enjoy Greek

8: Unexpected Flavors

Dolly had hoped that her offering herself to Master would lead to an immediate change in circumstances. Some things did change, but she was still disappointed.

The next morning she awoke in the same cage with the same kibble for breakfast. Without the need to empty and clean her bucket, the maid only needed to stop by briefly and refill her bowl. It was several hours later before Master came down to see her. He leashed her and led her upstairs.

Through the large glass doors leading to the pool, Dolly could see that a storm had moved in. Rain came down in thick sheets, and the palm trees that dotted the pool area swayed wildly in the wind. It would be an indoor day, and the great room was full of people.

As by the pool, the Toys lounged around in groups of two or three, mostly by ethnicity. Dolly realized that this must be largely due to language barriers. The three Hispanic Toys were all native Spanish speakers but spoke passable English. The five White Toys were all Russian, and most of them had weak English. The three Asians were Thai and spoke very little English. The two Black Toy were from Haiti, and their English was minimal. As far as Dolly knew, the Arab didn’t speak at all, ignoring everyone.

Only one of the girls was nude inside, unlike out by the pool. A few wore lingerie, but most wore casual outfits that ranged from cute dresses a schoolgirl might wear to downright slutty getups with fishnets and tiny tube tops. Only the Arab wore nothing. Puta had told Dolly that the Arab did not appear to be allowed clothes.

Unlike the prior trip above ground, Dolly was not let off the leash to mingle. Master sat in a large chair, which had a table between it and a similar, slightly smaller chair, where Mistress sat. Dolly was ordered to kneel on the floor between them, Master looping the leash handle around the arm of his chair.

Master spent the rest of the morning working on a tablet, while Mistress was reading magazines. They spoke now and then to each other, mostly about whatever they were working on or reading about. Dolly, bored, listened but understood little of what Master said about his business, while Mistress mainly talked about things to buy and places to go.

She watched the Toys enjoying themselves and the servants bustling about. Whenever Master or Mistress needed something, mostly a new beverage or, in Master’s case, a second cigar, they told Dolly what they wanted, and Dolly had to get a server’s attention and convey the order. Watching the Toys made Dolly, unable to do more than fidget as her muscles grew sore, even more bored.

When lunch arrived, she followed Master to the buffet as he and Mistress filled their plates with salad, fruit, and some sort of fish dish. They went back to their seats, and Mistress fed Dolly from her plate the way Master had fed her breakfast a few days before. The fish had a thick sauce, slightly spicy, and Dolly was ordered to suck each of Mistress’s fingers clean with each bit. Mistress even worked her fingers in and out of Dolly’s lips as if they were dainty cocks to suck.

About an hour after lunch, Dolly saw the two Black girls have sex together. One was tall and busty, the other petite. They were on a couch in a 69 position, the smaller girl on top, using their fingers and mouths on each other. Their moans were loud, and when each of them came most of the Toys reacted by applauding as if watching a show.

“Do you mind if I borrow Dolly?”, Mistress asked Master as the show ended.

“Of course”, he replied. He untied the leash from the chair. “Dolly, go have Zhopa come and then attend to your Mistress. Zhopa is one of the Russians.”

Dolly stood and hurried off, wondering what she was going to do for Mistress. Approaching Natasha, she asked politely who Zhopa was, stumbling over the pronunciation. Natasha laughed at her, making her repeat the name several times as she herself said it properly. Finally, she pointed to a table at which two Toys were playing chess.

Unsure which of them was the correct girl, Dolly approached the table. “Zhopa? Master wants you.” She pointed over at Master and Mistress to get her point across.

One of the girls, a taller than Dolly but still petite, with small breasts and dirty blonde hair, stood and followed Dolly back. She spoke to Master in Russian, and then quickly got on her knees in front of him. Moments later, she was slurping on Master’s cock as it were her first meal in a week.

“You’ll do the same for me, Dolly”, Mistress said, pointing to the space in front of her chair. Mistress had slid down in her seat so her ass was at the edge, and pulled her short dress up, revealing her shaved cunt.

Dolly froze. She had never… “NOW, slut!”, Mistress said sternly.

Dolly got on her knees. She had paid close attention to the lesbian scenes in her cage, so she knew more or less what to do. Actually doing it, coordinating her mouth, tongue, and fingers, was another matter.
Fortunately, Mistress was a patient teacher. Dolly soon learned exactly what Mistress liked, and how she liked it done. As she listened to the obscene sounds coming from Zhopa’s sucking on Master, Dolly began to get the desired feedback from her Mistress in the form of long, slow moans and the occasional, “That’s it, good slut, just like that. Eat my pussy like a good girl.”

Her wrist was starting to get sore from the awkward angle needed to put two of her fingers deep into Mistress’s pussy, working them in and out curled to stroke the perfect spot within as her tongue worked her clit. Mistress seemed to be close when she grabbed one of Dolly’s braids and pulled her up, face glistening with cunt juice.

“Look what Master is doing.”
Looking over, Dolly saw Zhopa sitting astride Master. His hands were spreading her ass cheeks, and then Zhopa slowly lowered herself to impale her asshole with Master’s cock. She let out a long purr of contentment as the thick cock split her skinny ass apart.

Dolly felt Mistress shift in her seat, then felt her braid get pulled, bringing her head around to return to her duties for Mistress.

“Use your fingers on my pussy, girl. Use your tongue on my asshole.” Dolly’s head was pushed down, heading off any hesitation.

It did not taste as bad as Dolly had expected. Mistress kept herself clean. When she was told to push her tongue in, the taste got worse, but bearable. Soon, Mistress let out a gasp, then a long moan as she came, her thighs clamping down around Dolly’s head.

When Mistress was done, she pulled Dolly’s head onto her lap. Zhopa was riding Master’s cock fast, his cock spearing into her small frame. Suddenly he tensed, grunting, and held the girl down on his lap, buried inside her as his balls filled her bowels with his cum.

Mistress stroked Dolly’s hair, purring at her, telling her she had done a good job for her first time. Dolly had a close up view as Zhopa climbed off Master, got on her knees, and sucked his cock clean.

When she was done, Master ordered Zhopa to lay on her back. Mistress ordered Dolly to get between the Russian’s legs, and lick the cum oozing out of her ass. Doing as she was told, she felt Zhopa’s small hands on her hair, stroking it as Dolly cleaned her.

When it was done, Zhopa went back to her game and Dolly went back to kneeling between her Master and Mistress. Later, back in her cage for the night, Dolly ran the scene through her mind as her fingers brought her to orgasm, listening to the sounds of women moaning as they pleasured each other on the videos.