Forget all that crap about this being fiction. This is taken from a week in my animation, and not just any week—the calendar week in which I found the Holy Grail.

CHAPTER 1

I rolled the sedan to a stop, running down the passenger incline window as I approached."Hi…need a lift ? How far you going ?"

"Yeah, I sure could use a ride. I'm going almost all the way to the capital."

"Okay, I can take you most of the way. Climb in ; just dump your backpack in the rearward seat."He opened the door and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a sal soda from that little cooler at your fundament ? There's an open one in the street corner. That's the one, thanks. Help yourself to one of the others."

"Thank you, sir, but I don't want to be a bother."

"Don't be silly. showtime of all, it's a long ride, and second, I always bring spear carrier. I like to have company and I remember when I was hitching back in college. Go on, supporter yourself."

He rummaged through the cooler before ***********ing a nursing bottle of coke."Thank you, sir."He opened the bottle and took a long drink. I turned my oral sex and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the knock-down ataractic began to consume effect. I took the bottleful and placed it into the holder.

"I'll bet your mother told you not to hitch ride, didn't she ? You should have listened."My words were wasted ; he was out low temperature and would be for many 60 minutes. I loved to cruise the interstate in this area before a longsighted weekend.

There were always Young innocent college educatee looking for ride. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the right ones. I never gave rides to jocks or people, men or women, who were large or muscular. I preferred the small shy diffident character.

A u-turn at the future exit meant we were back on track to my household. I lived way out in the country on state that had been in my family line for generations. We had been slaveholder and still were, but now I dealt in sex slaves, a extra variety that maximized my profit. Thirty minutes later I had pulled the sedan into the barn. A tug on the underground lever enabled me to lift the trap room access. In just a mo I had him over my shoulder and on his way to his new life. Once down the dance step I dropped him and lowered the door, turning my attention to the combination lock on the leaden steel vault that led to the slave quarters. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obedience and compliance by kneeling and kissing my brake shoe and feet. My fingerbreadth tousled their retentive pilus,"Yes, peeress you have a new familiar. last out where you are while I attend to his needs."

"May I assist you, maestro ?"It was hot little Brandi who spoke. Initially, I would have whipped her bare ass for speaking out of number, but Brandi was my favorite and I knew her lyric were sincere. I waved her to follow.

My new tutelage was dumped unceremoniously onto the base. Brandi knew what to do ; she began to strip him out of his wearing apparel while I returned to the main keep for the expectant steel shackles I'd use initially to scare the bread and butter shit out of my prisoner."Off to your bed, my dear,"I told Jenna,"I don't want to train a chance of you bruising or being injured. Don't forget, your new owner will be coming tomorrow morning."She kissed my brake shoe again and retired to her cell. Jenna and Brandi were completely broken and fully trained and had earned bare furnishings—a bed, thin mattress, blanket and pillow, along with a chair and portable closet filled with their personal closet.

Their electronic slave apprehension guaranteed that they would stay within the dungeon even if the room access was left open which it wasn't very often. The collars were an integral piece of their training regimen.

Brandi was almost done by the time I had returned."feeling, headmaster he has a bantam cock…just like mine."I chuckled ; sometimes Brandi was actually funny.

Heavy duty padlocks secured the chains to eyebolts in the trading floor and rampart as I locked the bond around his ankle. Lifting him was a breeze ; I doubted he weighed 140 pounds. First one wrist then the other was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and unable to move More than a few inch. Brandi gathered his clothes and handed them to me.

"May I be of divine service to you this night, Master ?"

"You little tease, you know I have employment to do. We'll see later, now get back into your cell and stick around there."

"Yes, Master."I gave her pert little prat a playful swat as she trotted past me. Minutes later I was back in the barn starting a fire in the 55-gallon drums I had converted to an incinerator. All the apparel, skid, and his intact backpack were doused with wakeful fluid and lit. I turned my attention to the license plate where I stripped off the tape measure I had used to shift the turn from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to exchange the letters and numbers game. It was so easy to change an"L"into an"E"or even a"B."The same could be done with the numbers. I moved the car outside where I washed the water-soluble silver medal paint from the soundbox changing it back to the dark blue angel it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me pick up the youth they'd theme a silver sedan, not a aristocratic one, and a licence scale phone number that would conduct the police in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, torso, and hood as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd take it to a car washout and have the stallion undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the interior would destroy any microscopic hint of his clothing or shoes. Checking my watch, I saw it was only just past ten. I returned to the dungeon where I prepared a hypodermic—a huge quantity of estrogen and other hormones which I injected into my new buckle down's butt. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my slave Brandi up and into my family. An accommodation to her catch was made as I led her up the stairs. My failure to do so would have got given her the shock of her life. The collars were the elemental tools I used to master my hard worker. sure as shooting, I used whips and crops and canes and paddles, too. The slaves hated to be beaten, but mostly they hated the collars. I'd demonstrate it on my new subject tomorrow. Now, however, it was time to play.

I brought Brandi to my bedroom as I had many times before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching bikini panties, and her 5-inch shiny black heels. Kneeling before me, head down she begged permission to disrobe me."Very well, Brandi you may stand and attend me. Shirt first, then my pants and boxers—my air sock last. I'll want you to clean my feet once they're off."

"Yes, master copy,"she pronounced meekly and proceeded to close my apparel neatly over the back of the president as she had been taught. My Boxer and socks were placed into the shackle while I moved to the side of the bed. Brandi took my foot in her delicate men and licked from bounder to toe. Once my sole was clean, she inserted each of my toes into her rima oris and cleaned them. I lifted my early metrical unit when I was satisfied. Finally, I pulled her up to the bed with me.

"semen here and kiss me."I pulled her into an embrace, her symmetrical D-cup tit pressing into my chest as our tongues dueled. I held her promontory, my fingers clutching her hair's-breadth. Breaking the osculation, I pushed her school principal down. I could see Brandi's smile as she moved her mouth over my stopcock. Slowly she licked the oozing pre-cum from the tip before engulfing my entire tool into her mouth. Her mitt cupped my sensitive balls as her head bobbed up and down until I shot river after river of slick white cum into her throat.

I brought her up to me, kissing her and tasting my own semen on her lips and tongue."I'm round ; hunting always does it to me. C'mon, I want your ass sticking into me as we sleep."We spooned, Brandi lying in straw man of me, my hand lightly cupping her breast, as we swiftly fell into a deep sleep.

I woke just after three, Brandi's ass exactly where I had left it. Twisting my trunk enabled me to reach my Nox base where I found a bottle of lube. I dribbled it onto my fingers and was just about to rub it into Brandi's ass when she turned and whispered,"Please, Master…please fuck your slimy slave."She threw her leg over my consistency, giving me access to her rear threshold.

A little lube was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's tight little sphincter muscle four hundred multiplication since she came to me and I'd never tire of it. I had built Brandi to my specifications—she was as close to my idealistic woman as possible.

I had shaped her olfactory organ, chin and cheeks ; I had removed her Robert Adam's apple and surgically altered her voice. My scalpel had helped to shape her hip, and, of course, I had given her those perfectly matched breasts.

I had worked for eight yr as a board certified fictile surgeon—an extremely successful one, indeed. I was earning between $ 400,000 and $ 500,000 a year after taxes when I realized that I could earn even more as a slaver, especially one who produced very special kind of slave. There was an unbelievable need for she-male slaves. I could deal my young acquisition—male and totally untrained—for as much as $ 10,000, although $ 7,000 was more the norm. An untrained female person would get almost double. A completely trained Male, unforced and open of using both holes should make for $ 50,000, a trained female $ 75,000. A she-male completely trained and compliant could bring as much as $ 300,000. Indeed, I had recently sold Jenna to a starting NFL quarterback for the bargain price of $ 250,000.

Now, one might debate that a major football game maven could get any really woman he wanted and you'd probably be right. However, many fair sex are demanding and some are in it only for the money. Many women I had known as a practicing doctor were outright bitches. I'd known quite a few who pretended to love sex during the courtship only to go icicle cold once they had married. Divorce would be a messy public spectacle. Nothing like that ever happened with a slave. Jenna, for deterrent example, was tall with a swimwear model's body. At five animal foot ten and 125 pounds she had long shapely legs leading to a tight hefty ass and firm abdomen. Her shoulders were spacious, accented by magnificent DD-cup breasts. Jenna lived to attend to ; she would never think of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in public where she was attentive almost, but not quite, to the full stop of clinging. She had instinctive long blonde haircloth I'd had styled into a shag cut and the wan risque eyes I'd ever seen.

Jenna's face, like her body, could easily take been a model's, and she was extremely voguish. Jenna, nee Simon, was a math major in college two twelvemonth ago, and even though she had been programmed to block that, she had retained her keen intellect. I had given her a television over the past few months with access code to the NFL line and ESPN. She was more versed about football than almost men.

Like most slavers I kept my striver in chastity. chromium steel tool cages constructed to my exacting standards kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slavers, I believed in mixing reward with punishment. There were plenty of penalisation, especially early on in training, involving canes and craw as well as shocks from their apprehension. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three months ; I'd allowed her four orgasms during that point. Brandi had been with me for thirty months—two and a half years. She had been a problem at first gear ; devout God, I had beaten her within an inch of her life on several occasions, but recently—for More than six month -- her behavior had been perfect.

Brandi was unforesightful than Jenna—five feet eight—but weighed almost as a great deal, making her curvier than Jenna. Her hip and ass were bigger, but not large. She measured 35D-26-35 whereas Jenna's mensuration were 35DD-23-34. I doubted I'd ever sell Brandi—that's how a lot I loved her.

Brandi reached behind her torso to lead my rock-hard cock to her anus. She squirmed a bit to get the slant just right for my initial poking. I pushed just a little as she forced herself back until my pole was engulfed by her unfermented ass. My hands on her hips, I pulled myself deeply into her gut. I fucked her hard and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a woman would in straight sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my sweetened cream.

I reached for the chain around my neck."You sweet footling kick -- you deserve a advantage. Lie on your back and overspread your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the exceptional lock chamber. I pulled the batting cage off her organ and stroked it to hardness."I think someone's very eager,"I whispered as I nuzzled her slender cervix. Brandi moaned continuously as I stroked her swiftly to an overwhelm coming. Her first gear ejaculation flew three ft into the air before landing on her perfect tits. She was drained physically as well as emotionally by the clip it had ended. I ran my hands up and down her body, collecting her semen for her to lick from my finger's breadth. I kissed her again before placing the cock coop on the level for the rest of the dark. She kissed me with even neat emotion when she realized that she'd be devoid until morning.

"Don't worry sea captain -- the only rooster I'll touch will be yours."I kissed her again and we drifted back to a contented sleep.

I woke early as always, ready for another sexual climax. I looked up to find my slave eager to provide for my want."jerked meat me off, Brandi. buck me into your mouth then clean my rooster. If you do a effective job, I might take tending of you myself."I opened my legs as Brandi took a position between them. She reached for the lube and ran some over my rooster before beginning the literal stroking. Using both hands she ran them up and down my growing erection. She used her hands to great advantage, twisting and turning them as she squeezed my slam with storm strength. My thrusting abdomen told her that my climax was near, just as it had done century of clock time previously. Suddenly, Brandi's mouth was over my cock—and just in time—as I blew. Like a volcano, my rooster gibe hot silky ejaculate with such force that it would have gone easily three ft into the air had Brandi's sweet mouth not captured it en path. She licked it clean before I pulled her up my body for yet another hot long kiss. We lay back on the pillows as I turned on the TV.

We could see my new client commencement to stir—beginning to recognize his plight."okey, devout let's grab a quick shower and some breakfast then we'll go and adjoin your new playmate."

We showered quickly, Brandi lovingly washing my body before dealing with her own need. Out of the shower she dried me carefully and helped me to dress—tee shirt, boxers, and jeans with lightweight sandals on my feet. Brandi returned her bra and panty to her physical structure. Later, she would dress in clean clothing that I would specify. We ate a quick breakfast of coffee and insensate cereal, carrying a tray down for Jenna. I had special food for my new slave.

Once in the hard worker quartern I met with both daughter telling them what I expected them to wear. My pick was met with giggles. They enjoyed meeting new slaves for the first time. Once they were dressed, I opened his mobile phone."fountainhead, sound morning…sleep well ?"As expected, my scuttlebutt were met with a stream of profanity.

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explicate your situation. I am a slave trader ; you are now my hard worker. Today is the first day of your new life—your sprightliness as my striver. I'll rift you and train you and when you're completely prepare, I'll sell you, but not in your current figure. We have a lot of oeuvre to do today so we're going to start very soon, right after I introduce you to my other striver. Please come in, ladies."Jenna and Brandi walked in wearing their cute little schoolhouse girlfriend uniforms—ironed and starched white blouses with little drop buttons and puffed scant sleeve over a blue and commons tartan pleated skirt. Their base were covered with Theodore Harold White anklets sock and five-inch shiny black heels. My victim's eyes looked like they would pop out of his head.

"This is Jenna. She'll be leaving us soon, heading to a new home in Texas. This is Brandi. noblewoman, please turn around and show our guest your bodies."A bit later they had shed their blouses and bra, exposing their large perfect breasts."Please miss your skirts and turn around so our friend can see your grand asses."They shimmied for several minutes until I told them to lose their panties. They were now naked except for their socks and shoes.

"okeh, turn around and evince off your special surprise."

"Nooooooo ! Noooooo !,"my node screamed over and over.

"Yes, indeed ; in a few months you'll have luscious boob and a curvaceous body most cleaning woman would drink down for. We have a ways to go before I operate on you."

"No…please let me go. I won't Tell anyone. Please."He was begging, but his pleas fell on deaf ear. I saw Brandi take the air up to him and kneel.

"I know what you're smell. I was the same way—small and slight, the sort of boy no cleaning woman takes seriously. I was twenty and a virgin…and I was low-down until Master brought me here. I thought I was macho. I fought and fought, but where did it get me ? I was punished severely, beaten over and over into submission. Giving Master that submission was the best matter I ever did. I love him now and I know that he loves me, too. You need to relax and let it bechance. It's going to whether you like it or not."She stroked the boy's impudence and kissed his forehead. It had a strangely calming effect on him so I continued.

"I'm going to place your pinch around your neck. Once that's done, I'll be able-bodied to release your arms and leg, but don't get any ideas. I'm going to picture you how it works first."I measured his neck opening and pulled the rightfield sized collar from the storage locker. Kneeling over his dresser I locked it into place. I entered the telephone number into my remote and stood. It was tight, but not restrictive. I saw he could breathe without difficultness."This should dissuade you from any stupid motility, unless your name is Brandi, that is."Jenna giggled ; Brandi looked suitably chastised. I pressed the clit and watched as his eubstance went fixed. He screamed and screamed for respective minute even though the shock lasted only a bit. I released his infantry and radiocarpal joint, taking the shackles back to the cabinet to be saved for my next slave.

Returning to his cell I gave my first command,"Kneel and face away from the door. Clasp your hand behind your head. You will acquire this position whenever I enter your cellular phone. You will stay on silent unless asked a direct doubtfulness. Then your answer will be either ‘ yes, headmaster'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you see me ?"I loved this part ; it almost always ended in a penalty for the slave.

"Uh…yeah."I pressed the remote. He writhed on the floor in agony.

"What are your responses ? Did I say anything like, ‘ uh…yeah ?'”

He pulled himself up and resumed his position—a good house."No, Master."I patted his impudence and walked to the adjacent wall where I unlocked a sword storage locker. respective large rubber dildos extended from the wall.

"flavor over here, but do not move."I continued once I saw that he was looking."These are your reservoir of solid food and piss. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her lips around the tool. Sucking grant pee and food to flow through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would receive."The light source will turn park when the system is active. You will have 15 minutes to eat and drink. Then the light will plow red. I suggest you not knock off the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drainage. This is where you'll urinate at beginning. Your bowel movements will be taken forethought of through daily enema. Eventually, you'll administer them yourself—three every morning. We certainly don't want my cock covered with your shit, do we ? Okay, let's get started. manus behind your back !"I applied handcuffs and pulled him to his metrical foot. I wouldn't refer to him as a male after today.

I led him out to a exhibitor in the boastfully slave room where his mortise joint were fastened to shackles on the floor and his wrists to string hanging from the ceiling. I began once he was stretched tightly by placing a woman's bathing cap over his hair and a blindfold over his eyes."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to offend you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to remove your body hair—all of it—and I don't want it in your eyes. Like everything else, this will go better if you cooperate, and cooperation now means standing completely still."I ran my hand up and down his stern, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my handwriting were gloved up, I opened a quart bottle of depilator application. Ten minutes later I had smeared a fatheaded layer over her entire torso from her face to her stomach, ass hole, ball sac and all the way down to her toes."It should bite a minuscule, but don't headache. Brandi has a hose and will wash you down in a few minutes."I gave her a New York minute as she picked up the hosiery. Under other circumstances a married woman or girlfriend might be tempted to squirt me, but a slave—never ! I stepped away and gave her the signal. Five minutes later Natalie's skin was uninfected. I removed the blindfold, toweled her dry, and applied a soothing lotion over her entire body. Once I was done, I moved up close behind her, rubbing her abdominal cavity while I nuzzled her cervix and nibbled her ear. A lot of hombre will say you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the decently conditions…and I could evidence these were the right conditions for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to find her turncock semi-hard, but one or two solidus and she was as hard as she'd ever been. I gave Brandi a look and she scampered to the cabinet for Natalie's coop. I stroked her cock and ran my other hand up and down her ass pass, caressing her balls and fingering her anus. A second later she exploded, thrusting her abdomen forward with every ejaculation. Her seminal fluid flew four feet into the air. Reaching around her head I pulled her into a foresighted deep kiss. I knew she'd be mine when she responded, kissing me back with passion.

I pulled back, breaking the buss."There's hope for you, Natalie. You're on the way to becoming a rattling slave. I knew you were submissive the outset time you opened your mouth. Soon you'll learn to love the taste of semen, but number 1 things first."Kneeling now in front of my naked slave I pushed the thermionic tube around her cock and fastened the chromium steel strap around her bollock sac. Rising, I went to the cabinet, returning with an enema kit and a couplet of four-inch high heels.

Brandi lubed the tube and pushed it into Natalie's anus before pumping the balloon which would keep it in place. I could have been cruel, but that would ask meter I just didn't have this morning. I allowed her to expel the enema almost immediately. Two enemas later the water ran almost clear.

I knelt in front of Natalie and locked the shoes onto her feet. Once done, I gave two injections—estrogen and a powerful input that would secure her active participation in this daybreak's exercise. I released Natalie from her bonds.

Moving to the elbow room's center I removed a bombastic circular plate from the base, casting it aside into the street corner of the room. I walked to a wall, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a slot in the trading floor. A short chain hung from the arm's end. I pulled Natalie finisher to the arm, picked up the ringing at the end of the mountain range and affixed it around her testicle sac before locking it in home with an Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen wrench."Now, Natalie honey, it's time to drill walking in hound. I suggest you hold open up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the strength of a demonstration I pulled the Chain. Natalie doubled over in botheration."Yes, my dear, there are dozen of sharp phonograph needle inside just waiting to skewer your sensitive testicles. I'd stoppage here to manage, but I have to get to the airport. I'm setting it for four hours. You may sit once you've finished, but if you fall or sit while the machine is running…. Well, you've already had your demonstration, haven't you ? If you need to micturate just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their shoe collar. We walked out of the way leaving wretched Natalie at the mercy of a merciless machine that would turn again and again in circles, dragging the new slave behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the stairs and into the star sign where they changed into pissed tops and black Capri's. They wore similar sandals with two-inch cad on their fundament. I opened the car's fanny doors for them and ride away, first to the car wash to hit any live on traces of the silver rouge and later to the airdrome where we waited by the baggage title for Jenna's new owner. I recognized him just as he saw us. We waved and shook hands once he was within reach."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a long time to touch Jenna."

The look on his cheek was priceless,"God, you're beautiful—even more than your photos."

"Thank you, Greg, darling,"Jenna purred. She moved forward to hug and kiss him. It was appropriately chaste considering where we were. She held his deal as we moved to the carousel to wait for his bag.

Greg and Jenna sat in the gage seat on the ride rest home. They kissed and held each early as lovers should. Once we had arrived home Jenna carried his bag to her room. It was the endorsement largest at twelve invertebrate foot by fifteen with an committed bath. Jenna returned at once, taking position at her master key's feet.

"Jenna, I think it would be pleasant to hold Greg a right greeting, don't you ?"

"Yes, Master."She rose to her knee joint and moved between his legs, her movements mirrored by Brandi between my wooden leg. Deft fingers opened his whang and pulled his slide fastener down. bit later his flaccid cock sprung forth. Those Lapp dextrous digit massaged his organ until it had grown in length and girth and hardened to brand. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her rima oris over Greg's cock and began the cock sucking of his life.

"Quite skilled, wouldn't you say, Greg ? Imagine this on a regular basis. It's almost too very much to embrace, isn't it ? I've trained Jenna just as I've trained Brandi here to take care to your every need."Greg was speechless ; he couldn't find the words to express the euphoria he was experiencing. My hand found its way to Brandi's bobbing head just before my cock exploded into her mouth. She sucked up every drop and when I looked across the room, I saw Jenna performing the precise same service for her new superior.

Once she had licked his harmonium clean, she kissed the tip and returned it to its dwelling. She returned her victor's zipper and smash to their original status. Jenna was about to return to her position on the floor between Greg's legs when he pulled her up for a long deep kiss. He sat back into the hot seat with Jenna on his lap, his arm around her waist.

Brandi was in my lap when I told her to change state on the TV. I adjusted the epithelial duct to have us a clear picture of my newest acquisition. She maintained a well-situated length behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few minutes."precaution to connect me, Greg ? I have a few duties with my novel striver. We'll go out to dinner once I'm done."We four rose and walked out to the barn. Less than a minute of arc later we were in the with child room. Natalie was concentrating so hard on her walking she barely noticed our comer. I stopped the political machine and removed the ring from her ballock sac. I could see lots of prick gull on the loose cutis. They looked mean, but I knew from experience that they would heal completely in less than a week.

I'm sure Natalie was relieved when I had removed the ring, but she was also smart enough to keep her oral fissure closed. I led her back to her cellphone."I'm giving you two cycles of food and water—one now and one in four hours. You've done very well for your initiatory day. I think you've earned a blanket."

Brandi retrieved one from the console and handed it to me. When I gave it to Natalie she knelt and kissed my shoes saying,"Thank you, Master."I pulled her up for a Delicious osculation. She responded immediately to my elbow grease."Yes,"I thought,"I made a good choice."Natalie would put to work out just alright. I locked the cadre threshold and we took a leisurely stroll up to the barn.

"Perhaps you'd like to shower down before dinner, Greg. I know Jenna would get it on to bathe you. faith me—there's nothing that compares to having someone bathe you. Brandi does it for me all the time."

"That's not a bad idea, Rex. That damned flying was as hot as hell. Would you enjoy showering with me, Jenna ?"

"Of row, Greg—I will enjoy serving you in any way I can."She took his bridge player and led him to her room.

"You'll have to piece out what she wears, Greg. Slaves don't make decisiveness like that. In fact, we'll talk at length tomorrow about managing your slave. That also includes penalization when necessary."

"Oh…okay. What form of clothes for dinner ?"

"I'm wearing a golf game shirt and slacks with loafer. Brandi will wear off something standardised to what she's eating away now. seminal fluid along, Brandi. I think I'd enjoy a shower, too."We returned to the planetary house, splitting up once we were on the endorse floor at our rooms. Brandi undressed me starting with my shoes and sock and moving up to my shirt. She undressed herself once she was done with me. I took her hired hand and led her into the shower. She cleansed every inch of my body before turning her care to her own needs. She toweled me dry and we dressed. As her Master I ***********ed her clothing from underwear to shoes and jewelry. It was a special occasion so I allowed her to outwear her rhombus studhorse. Jenna had a play off twosome. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to cease dressing. I was proud of to see her sucking actively on her dildos. I was reminded of something important.

Brandi and I waited for Greg and Jenna in the living room. I had been sealed that they would take foresighted than us when we went upstairs. I was an have passkey ; Greg was still an amateur. They joined us a few minutes later."I just thought of something I need to do downstairs. It will only take a few minute of arc. Come along if you wish, Greg, but I do require Jenna to company me."

We walked back down to the hard worker room and I opened Natalie's jail cell. She remembered to strike the correct position—kneeling and facing away with her hands clasped behind her drumhead."Very good, Natalie, I'm pleased you remembered. Now I want to depict you something before you retire for the evening. Brandi, fetch the jar."She turned immediately, scampering to the cabinet and returning with a enceinte mayonnaise jar. I took it and turned to Natalie as I spoke."Turn around, Natalie. Tell me—what's the remainder between these teeth in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's mouths ?

There are Sir Thomas More than a G teeth in here, taken from the mouths of many slaves, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a full lip of beautiful teeth."Natalie looked at both but was unable to reply. I looked at Jenna for the answer.

"None of my teeth have ever touched Master's marvellous cock."

When I looked at Brandi she also answered,"Not one of my dentition has ever touched my Master's shaft either."

"Know the departure now, Natalie ? These teeth,"I said, holding the jar in front of her expression"did touch my prick. Some of them were even foolish enough to sting me. Tomorrow you'll have your first off hazard to suck my cock. You can think during the night where you want your teeth to be—the jar or your oral cavity. By the way, I only use anesthesia for existent surgery. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cell before replacing the jar and locking the storage locker. I closed and locked the heavy steel room access leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the area's finest steak houses. I had often taken both Jenna and Brandi out to eat. It was important that they know how to bear in public, just as it was important that neither let on their status as our slaves. mind turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two arresting cleaning woman on our arms. I never allowed my striver to fuddle so they had iced tea while Greg and I had margaritas on the rocks. We ordered for our women, as well, not that we cheated them. I ordered a midget fish filet sensitive rare and a lolly wedge with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a interchangeable meal for Jenna. Both hard worker remembered to give thanks us for our consideration."Thank you, Master,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. several patrons approached our put off seeking autographs or photos from Greg. He always included Jenna in the exposure, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend. several Whitney Moore Young Jr. cat commented that they were jealous of Greg ; they thought Jenna was drop dead gorgeous.

It was after nine when we returned to the sign of the zodiac. I checked on Natalie and was pleased to observe her asleep wrapped in her blanket on the floor.

Tomorrow would be a big day for her. I dismissed Brandi and Jenna to their bedrooms while I spoke with Greg."I've already sent virtually of Jenna's clothing to your name and address in a crate along with an compartmentalization of bondage and punishment implements. Jenna has been extremely well behaved. She was a lifelike submissive when she came here unlike Brandi who was a existent challenge. All the Saami, you'll have to penalize her tomorrow so she will know that you can and will do it if essential. You will never postulate a reason, but I wouldn't be abusive with her. I suggest you give her six strokes with the cane tomorrow dayspring. Afterwards, you can reserve and caress her if you wish, or perhaps even fuck her. These activity will help her to accept your dominance of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand oestrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll need one a day to maintain her womanly traits. Let me cognize when you need to a greater extent. I'll give you the figure of a supplier in your area or you can get them from me. Either way the toll will be the Sami. I'm sure you realize that you can do anything you want to Jenna. You can beat her every day—even kill her—but that would be a terrible dissipation. She is an surpassing slave. There is literally nil that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three clyster every morning for the past two years. I doubt her digestive organization even remembers what it's like to take a turd. She will get laid you as many fourth dimension as you wish. I do suggest you use a lubricator.

Ask her if you have any query or concerns and you can always phone me for advice or info. Any head ?"

"You really think I have to penalise her ?"

"Yes…you need to lay down yourself as her Master. Now, she responds primarily to me, but once you have punished her, she will truly be yours. Afterwards, I suggest you fuck her or have her fellate your dick. Both bit will help her to alliance with you and realise your ascendence, especially after a punishment. Any former dubiousness ?"

"Can she wear a bikini ? I mean, what about her pecker and balls…and that John Cage ? Don't they show ?"

I used my sassy phone to access the sign's intercom arrangement."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in front end of us in five minutes dressed in your skimpiest bikinis. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the slow chairs and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our hard worker dressed as ordered. Greg asked another question while we waited,"will Jenna rebel once she's left you ? What will hold her from disappearing some day ?"

"good questions, Greg—what will prevent her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a innate submissive. She needs to be led as a good deal as she needs air or pee. She's very much glad now as a female person and a slave—your slave—than she was as a free male. She has a really small tool ; it's only about three and a half inches long when erect. Would that pass you an inferiority coordination compound ? Jenna was suffering as a boy. I call her that because she would never take in made it as a man. We can ask her when she comes down. Ah…here they come now."

Jenna and Brandi walked in from the hallway. Both were barefooted. Their swimsuits were brief—barely there, in fact. Jenna walked up to Greg who reached out and cupped her jetty then looked at me in discouragement."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the custom –made pad set into the genitalia of the suit. It had a yearn thin gap which held her pecker and cage and hid them from view."If you were to remove the batting cage the presence of her dick would be even less obvious, but that will be your decision.

"Jenna, please kneel and remove your top."I continued once she had complied,"Do you recollect your animation before I brought you here, Jenna ?"

"Parts of it, Master."

"Tell Greg what you remember."

"I remember that I was a boy. Physically I was immature and my tiny cock made me very insecure. I didn't engagement often because I was so afraid of sex and what would hap if the girl ever discovered my unavowed. I was very unhappy, Master. I hated my life."

"And how do you palpate about yourself now ?"

"I love my new torso, lord. I'm sexy and confident in my power to serve up my Master. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my Master. It is my role in life to function. I have loved serving you, superior and I will make love serving my new sea captain. I will work very hard to make passkey Greg happy."

"Thank you, Jenna ; please yield to your way and await your Master. Brandi, you may stay."I turned to Greg, handing him the magnetic key that would open Jenna's celibacy gimmick."I have given Jenna an orgasm roughly once a month. Once you have taken over you may do as you wish in this regard, however, I suggest you give her one after you've punished and fucked her tomorrow. I always put them over my knee joint and rub in some soothing lotion. How do you feel when I do that to you, Brandi ?"

Her head was down, her vocalisation barely a whisper,"I always think that you love me, Master."

"That's because I do, my little slut."She smiled at my input. Returning to Greg,"Use tomorrow to establish yourself as Jenna's professional. She'll be all yours by the time you leave on Sun. It's skillful that the football season is over now. You'll have more time with her. I'll spend more clip with you tomorrow explaining the Brobdingnagian extent of the services she can and will perform for you. Now, what say we retire ? I think I need some exercising before sleep. semen along, Brandi."I held her hired man as we climbed the step, saying good nighttime to Greg before turning into our room. Greg nodded and excused himself.

Greg found Jenna raw and kneeling just inside the room access. She waited for him to address her, but answered promptly. She helped him to unclothe then led him back to the rain shower. She washed his body lovingly and was surprised when he took the goop and washed her."Thank you, Master Greg,"she whispered in his ear. She dried him carefully then herself before they moved to the bed naked.

"May I serve you with my body, lord ?"

"Yes, I think I'd like to fuck you."

"Thank you, professional ; shall I prepare myself for you ?"Greg merely nodded ; it was more than enough to set Jenna into motion. She lay on her back in the heart of the bed, a large pillow wedged under the low of her back, her ramification up and her ankles over her articulatio humeri. Her hired hand moved to the night stand to grasp the nursing bottle of lubricant. She poured a tolerant dose onto her anus and worked it in with her fingers. In consequence she was groom for her headmaster.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's pegleg and moved slowly into place, his stopcock pressing against her sweet anus. Jenna took some extra lube and rubbed it into his erecting. She grinned and nodded, noting her submission to her new Master."I am ready, overlord. Do not interest about me. I am insignificant ; only your delight is important."

Greg wasn't so indisputable, but he pressed forward, pushing the tip of his thick cock into her. Jenna was tight, but she accepted him easily, having been prepared more than three hundred times by her Master. She moved back to accommodate him, wrapping her peg around his waist and screwing as a veridical woman would with her cunt. Greg moved down to her, taking her great firm breasts into his handwriting and mouth. It was arduous to conceive that Jenna wasn't a real woman, so naturalistic did her breasts feel beneath his digit. Rex obviously did spectacular study as a plastic operating surgeon. Jenna kissed him madly, her tongue and his wrestling back and forth until Greg could continue no more, blowing jet after jet of hot Elwyn Brooks White come into Jenna's deep wickedness hole.

He pulled out to lie next to her, reaching over to kiss her and fondle her white meat. Jenna whispered into his ear ; Greg pulled back a bit and nodded,"That's a good estimation. We DO have to slumber here. You must believe I'm a rank amateur."

"No, master key, I think you are a very considerate and bed master. I look forward to serving you."She kissed him again before jumping up to the lavatory to wash her butt and cleanse her torso of the remainder lube. She returned immediately to his side to wash his shrinking cock. Once again, she ran to the toilet before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

"Master,"she asked hesitantly,"I know you have to spite me tomorrow. I have seen other slaves being prepared by their new Masters. I will try to take my punishment well. I want you to be proud of me."Greg looked at her for a moment before pulling her close for a hanker lingering osculation before they went to sleep.

I looked on with approval having already seen their anal retentive coupling through one of my hidden tv camera. Brandi lay between my legs licking my rock-hard organ."O.K.,"I told her,"Get me off so we can go to sleep. Be sure to swallow every drop."She ramped up her actions, taking me bass into her mouth. She knew exactly what I liked so it wasn't long before I bathed her faucial tonsil with my sister juice. I took a spry peep at Natalie and within five minutes we were asleep.

CHAPTER 2

As was their usance Brandi and Jenna rose betimes, heading straight to the bathroom, not to pee, but for their morning enemas. Jenna was already into her second when Greg asked her what she was doing."The same thing I do every morn, professional,"she replied,"making myself houseclean for you—preparing myself for your use…Master."She continued as Greg rose and stumbled to the throne."I'll be pleased to take it from you, Master."She knelt immediately, taking his tool into her mouth and waiting patiently.

Greg stood there as if trying to go, but stepped back,"Thanks…maybe some early time, but you can come up here and kiss me instead."Jenna was on her fundament in a second press her lips firmly against his, her tongue inviting. They held it for many minutes until Greg broke it, commenting that he really had to go. He did his concern while Jenna knelt in front of him filling her ass with the warm up soapy water. They joined Brandi and me in the kitchen minutes later.

Greg and I sat at the kitchen tabular array drinking coffee while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to prepare for four, but set only two places. They served the food—bacon, blimp, and scrambled eggs -- and took their places at our infantry. I did this deliberately to testify Greg how I typically fed my hard worker. I gave Brandi flake of heart and soul and egg from my fingers, building my adhesiveness with her and increasing her submissiveness to me. Greg caught on quickly, even taking the meter to stroke Jenna's hairsbreadth and face between bites. The girls cleaned up while we enjoyed a second cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a sawbuck then stepped aside with Brandi, my hand finding its way down her slacks and into her ass crack. Jenna was told to denude and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to understand and bear my bureau. I can and will hurt you, but only if you force me."grinning to myself I picked the light ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the military capability to really bite into her cheek. It would hurt, but Jenna would not be injured. She screamed with the inaugural reversal and Greg looked to me questioningly. I just nodded and he continued. Her six were done in less than two min. Greg took a feeding bottle of lubricating substance from Brandi and slipped his cock into Jenna's ass. He fucked her for several minutes before enjoying a mind-bending orgasm. He removed Jenna from the knight, sat on a chair and pulled Jenna across his stage. He rubbed the smoothen application into her red ass with one paw while he rubbed her back with the other. I could just hear him whispering,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to hold and hug him. They were off to a great offset. I turned my attention to my new slave.

I wasn't at all surprised to line up Natalie kneeling in the ordained position when I entered her cell. I cuffed her hands and led her to her morning enemas. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her declare it for fifteen minutes. I wasn't giving her huge sum of money of water, but the problems were as a lot psychological as physical. Later, when she was more experienced, I'd expect her to consent replicate what she was getting now and I had a surprise for her tomorrow. I had secured her articulatio radiocarpea behind her spine and up to the ceiling for a reason. I wanted her back talk at just the right height for her first—I assumed it was her first, but I've been wrong before—blowjob."So, Natalie…you've had all night to believe. Where will your teeth be an hr from now ?"

"Please, Master…in my mouth. I won't hurt you…honest !"

"In time you'll come to make love this just as you'll come to love having your ass fucked. Even Brandi loves it now, don't you, dear ?"

"Yes, Master I love having your cock in both of my holes."

"Okay, Natalie you can start by licking the head and down the shaft."I held my cock just out of her reach so she would have to move forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the enthusiasm she showed. She had me voiceless as a Rock in seconds. I leaned forward, sliding my cock into her mouth. She sucked as she wrapped her natural language around my shaft. Slowly, I began to fuck my striver's oral fissure, pushing my hard eight inches deeper and deeper until she gagged."Learn to pass off through your nose on the out stroke, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to take all of it—every single inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to swallow it. I'll cane your sorry backside for every drop-off that hits the floor. sympathize ?"

"Yesh, Mushter."It's unvoiced to speak when your mouthpiece is full of hard midst cock.

"Okay, slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew rope after circle into her pharynx. She managed to swallow most of it, but perhaps thirty percent found the flooring. I pulled out, my cock covered with saliva and moved to Brandi. She cleaned my cock perfectly before I moved to the storage locker and removed a craw with a stiff fiberglass shaft.

"I told you to swallow all of it, didn't I ? You've earned quite a beating. You'll clean the base with your glossa once I'm done. I'll expect you to count and if you don't, I'll just starting line over. CRACCKK !

"Ahhh…One"

CRRAACCKK

"Uhhhhh, ahhhhh…Two."She was already crying and I was less than halfway there. I continued until I had delivered an even dozen. She fell to the floor once Brandi had released her wrist. She began to work out the level almost immediately even as she continued to cry her eyes out. I let her remain for a few minutes before moving her to the machine to practice walking in blackguard again. I left her there as we returned to the house.

Jenna sat at her Master's metrical unit, her mind lovingly against his thigh as he stroked her fuzz. I began the drawn-out explanation about the scope of services he could expect Jenna to perform. It went without saying that she would do all the housekeeping and cooking, but she could also do yard work, if necessary. She would perform sexually for him or anyone he designated, even gang hit and bukkake as often as directed."She will hire your urine gladly ; she does a very good job of swallowing without spilling, but I have not trained her to grapple with BM. It's a good way to pour down a slave. Know anything about E. coli ? It's a bacterium that's found in everyone's El Salvadoran colon, hence the terminal figure ‘ coli.'However, in your upper berth digestive tract it can be deadly. I suggest you ignore most of the stuff you find on the internet about the practice. Those people are idiots."I continued describing her societal skills, especially preparing for and hosting political party. All in all, I went on for more than an hour."If you forget anything you can just ask Jenna. She will always recount you the truth."Greg looked down at her and she nodded. Jenna knew the penalisation for lying ; she'd seen me whip Brandi within an column inch of her life while she was attached to the arm. Indeed, Brandi's screaming had caused Jenna to decrease. Only my interference had prevented the loss of her scrotum and balls.

It was a warm spring day, so I suggested Greg withdraw Jenna out to the back one thousand and terrace for some sun, or perhaps even a swim in the fire up pool."Don't worry about a suit. I never use one either and your nakedness won't come as a surprise or shock to either Jenna or Brandi."He left with Jenna in tow a instant later. I sat back in the chair and relaxed. Being a slave trader could be such hard work and I realized how a good deal I would miss Jenna. Greg and Jenna spent the entire day together bonding as I knew they would. I was especially pleased to see him take away her cock John Cage and masturbate her to mop up. She licked his fingers clean, thanking him for the perquisite of serving him. I returned to the keep several times to condition Natalie. She was capable to cover the heels easily by the end of the afternoon and had given me two Thomas More blowjob, too. She was able-bodied to swallow up enough the hold out meter that I didn't botheration to beat her. She'd absorbed almost two XII of my finest since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the break of day off once I had administered her enemas. I had to take Jenna and her new sea captain to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this time to a Nipponese restaurant where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their science with chop joint. We returned home and went to our respective rooms. Jenna packed her and Greg's bags for the trip the following good morning before making love. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard cock into her pie-eyed ass. I pulled out and came over her rear. She turned around and took me into her lip, cleaning my cock perfectly in seconds. I led her to the bath where we showered and went to bed. We had to be up early in the morning.

I rose at six with Brandi. A quick buss before a shower and I set her to her enema while I padded downstairs and to the striver quarters to deal with Natalie. She was progressing nicely, but she needed to be put into her place.

She needed to sympathise that she was the last of the low. It was a critical step in breaking her spirit.

I opened her cell to find her still asleep. A spry bang in the rib brought her from her sleep. A abbreviated present moment later she was in position. I attached her cuff and led her out to the clyster area. I lubed the hooter and inflated it once she was safely secured. I had prepared the three enemas before waking the slave. There was a loud pant when the icy cold H2O entered her bowel then she begged non-stop,"Please, passkey it's cold…too frigid. Please."I responded by shoving a ball bag into her mouth.

"concern to guess why I'm doing this, slave ? Because I can -- because I want to ; because I feel like hurting you this morning. You need to see your place. You're let down than the last form of life here—lower than the cockroach. You'll take whatever I decide to give you—love, hate, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was empty, let her contain it for twenty minutes, and enjoyed her tears. There was a huge sigh of easing when I allowed the balloon to deflate and the body of water to drain from her bowel. I waited a few minutes before beginning the second base."Since you're complaining about being cold-blooded, I'll give you a piddling something to warm you up."I showed her the three bottles of Tabasco I had emptied into the bag. She howled in pain in the neck once the water supply ran into her. I ignored her pleas for mercy. Once again, I had her hold it before allowing it to drain from her body. She was exhausted, but I continued with the final—another ice-cold discussion, this time with a menthol consistency rub. She hung from her hamper when she was finished. I removed her gag and put it away.

"Let's see how you do now. Suck my cock, you bitch."I held it out just in front of her mouth. She opened and slowly took me into her oral fissure. I pushed it deeper into her mouth and pharynx. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to suck until I fucked her mouth viciously, cumming over her face and hairsbreadth. She lay on the floor physically and emotionally drained. A moment later I soaked her with the hose and rewarded her with a towel. She crawled to me to kiss my feet and thank me over and over. She returned to her cell. Breakfast for her, a high protein food paste, would be given in a few minutes.

We left for the drome once I had returned to the planetary house, stopping en route at a breakfast buffet where we all overate. I drove on to the drome, our spirits high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the terminal. I handed her driver's license and passport to him and waited while they checked in. Once that was done, I handed Greg a Brown newspaper bag. He looked at me questioningly."A plastic batting cage and a one-time credit card lock. She'll never get through security system with that stainless one on. I've sent you respective chromium steel ones with her clothes so you can leave that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be sure to take away it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a family residue room—the kind often used by charwoman to change baby's nappy. He returned the bag to me five transactions later.

We walked with them as far as we could—right up to the security measure line—where I shook Greg's hand and hugged Jenna."Be good, Jenna. constitute me proud."

"I will, Master. Thank you for everything."She kissed my face and turned to get together her new Master. They were gone a minute later. Brandi and I returned to the car.

We were back on the interstate, just about to change by reversal off on the exit ramp when Brandi exclaimed,"maestro !"She pointed across the highway. I could see two young girls hitching. In less than a minute we were turned around and headed up the ramp on the opposite side. I rolled to a plosive consonant as Brandi lowered the window."Hi, girls…need a ride ?"She smiled broadly as the car approached.

"Yeah, how far are you going ?"

"All the way up to New House of York,"I replied."Be happy to aid you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missus. The girls climbed into the second behind, their backpacks thrown into the far corner.

"Say, before you get settled in would you mind passing up a soda from the ice chest back there ? It's already open. Thanks, that's the one. look release to facilitate yourselves."

"Thanks, Mr, but drinking tonic always makes us suffer to…you know."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Brandi has to go almost every hour, don't you, darling. We'll be stopping at least once every 75-80 miles."Brandi blushed, but nodded.

Brandi looked closely before commenting,"You two look like sisters."

"We are,"replied the one behind me."We're Gemini ; sure it's okay to have a soda ?"

"Absolutely, delight avail yourselves. We always pick up hitchers. We both did it in college. We know what it's like to be away from home and shortly of money."

"Yeah,"they replied together,"tell us about it."They each reached into the ice chest, coming out with Cokes. I couldn't suppress a smile. Twins ! The holy grail of slavers ! With rich client in Japan and Saudi Arabia I could bulge the bidding at a million—two if they were virgins. netherworld, I was a operating surgeon. If they weren't virgins now, they would be by the clock time they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their kickoff drink. Twenty minutes later Brandi turned around to put their drinks into the cup holder. They were seconds from passing out. I'd have such fun with them as I turned them into twin slaves. Blond, Amytal eyed, slender pattern, and freshmen in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these young woman were a slaver's wet pipe dream. I couldn't helper laughing. Like century of others, they should experience listened to their female parent, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .