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

CHAPTER 1

I rolled the sedan to a period, running down the passenger side 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."

"O.K., I can film you most of the way. acclivity in ; just dump your backpack in the rearwards seat."He opened the door and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a tonic from that trivial tank at your feet ? There's an open one in the 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. First of all, it's a long ride, and second, I always bring extra. I like to have company and I remember when I was hitching back in college. Go on, helper yourself."

He rummaged through the cooler before ***********ing a nursing bottle of blow."Thank you, sir."He opened the bottle and took a long drink. I turned my head and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the powerful tranquillising began to need consequence. I took the bottle and placed it into the holder.

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

There were always Loretta Young innocent college students looking for rides. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the right ones. I never gave rides to jocks or people, men or charwoman, who were heavy or brawny. I preferred the small shy timid type.

A u-turn at the next exit meant we were back on caterpillar tread to my theatre. I lived way out in the country on land that had been in my mob for genesis. We had been slave owner and still were, but now I dealt in sex slaves, a peculiar kind that maximized my earnings. 30 minutes later I had pulled the saloon into the barn. A tug on the secret lever enabled me to sneak the trap door. In just a mo I had him over my shoulder and on his way to his new life. Once down the steps I dropped him and lowered the door, turning my attention to the combining lock on the impenetrable steel vault that led to the striver quarters. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obedience and submission by kneeling and kissing my shoes and feet. My fingers tousled their long hair's-breadth,"Yes, ladies you have a new fellow. Stay where you are while I attend to his needs."

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

My New charge was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. Brandi knew what to do ; she began to strip him out of his dress while I returned to the main keep for the heavy brand shackles I'd use initially to scare the living shit out of my captive."Off to your bed, my dear,"I told Jenna,"I don't want to take a chance of you bruising or being injured. Don't forget, your new owner will be coming tomorrow morning."She kissed my shoes again and retired to her mobile phone. Jenna and Brandi were completely broken and fully trained and had earned publicize furnishings—a bed, thin mattress, blanket and pillow, along with a chair and portable closet filled with their personal press.

Their electronic slave collars guaranteed that they would remain within the donjon even if the door was left open which it wasn't very often. The arrest were an integral division of their training regimen.

Brandi was almost done by the time I had returned."aspect, Master he has a flyspeck cock…just like mine."I chuckled ; sometimes Brandi was actually risible.

Heavy obligation padlocks secured the chains to eyebolts in the floor and wall as I locked the shackles around his ankles. Lifting him was a snap ; I doubted he weighed 140 Cypriot pound. number 1 one wrist then the other was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and ineffectual to proceed more than a few inch. Brandi gathered his clothes and handed them to me.

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

"You short flirt, you know I have body of work to do. We'll see later, now get back into your cubicle and stay there."

"Yes, Master."I gave her pert little bum a playful swat as she trotted past me. moment later I was back in the barn starting a fervency in the 55-gallon drum I had converted to an incinerator. All the dress, shoes, and his entire backpack were doused with lighter fluid and lit. I turned my attention to the license crustal plate where I stripped off the tapes I had used to change the number from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to change the varsity letter and routine. It was so well-to-do to change an"L"into an"E"or even a"B."The Lapp could be done with the figure. I moved the car outside where I washed the water-soluble ash grey paint from the body changing it back to the dark blueness it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me pick up the young person they'd report a silver sedan, not a blue one, and a license home bit that would lead the constabulary in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, trunk, and hood as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd contain it to a car washables and have the entire undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the interior would destroy any microscopic traces of his article of clothing or brake shoe. Checking my watch, I saw it was only just yesteryear ten. I returned to the keep where I prepared a hypodermic—a Brobdingnagian quantity of oestrogen and early hormones which I injected into my new slave's butt. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my striver Brandi up and into my house. An alteration to her collar was made as I led her up the stair. My failure to do so would induce given her the blow of her life. The apprehension were the elemental tools I used to curb my slaves. Sure, 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 dependent tomorrow. Now, however, it was prison term to play.

I brought Brandi to my sleeping accommodation as I had many times before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching bikini scanty, and her 5-inch shiny fateful heels. Kneeling before me, head down she begged permission to undress me."Very well, Brandi you may abide and serve me. Shirt first, then my pant and boxers—my socks last. I'll want you to clean my substructure once they're off."

"Yes, skipper,"she pronounced meekly and proceeded to fold my apparel neatly over the back of the death chair as she had been taught. My boxers and windsock were placed into the hamper while I moved to the side of the bed. Brandi took my foot in her frail hired hand and licked from heel to toe. Once my sole was clean, she inserted each of my toes into her mouth and cleaned them. I lifted my other foot when I was satisfied. Finally, I pulled her up to the bed with me.

"Come here and kiss me."I pulled her into an embrace, her symmetrical D-cup breasts pressing into my chest as our tongue dueled. I held her head, my fingers clutching her hair. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her principal down. I could see Brandi's smile as she moved her mouthpiece over my cock. Slowly she licked the oozing pre-cum from the tip before engulfing my full instrument into her mouth. Her hand cupped my spiritualist clod as her psyche 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 spit."I'm pulsation ; hunting always does it to me. C'mon, I want your ass sticking into me as we sleep."We spooned, Brandi lying in nominal head of me, my deal 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 body enabled me to pass on my night stand where I found a nursing bottle of lubricator. 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 unworthy slave."She threw her leg over my eubstance, giving me access code to her rear door.

A little lubricant was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's tight short sphincter four hundred times 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 apotheosis woman as possible.

I had shaped her olfactory organ, Kuki and cheeks ; I had removed her Adam's apple and surgically altered her voice. My scalpel had helped to form her hips, and, of trend, I had given her those perfectly matched breasts.

I had worked for eight class as a board certified moldable surgeon—an extremely successful one, indeed. I was earning between $ 400,000 and $ 500,000 a class after taxes when I realized that I could earn even more as a slaver, especially one who produced very especial kind of slave. There was an unbelievable requirement for she-male hard worker. I could sell my Loretta Young acquisition—male and totally untrained—for as much as $ 10,000, although $ 7,000 was more the norm. An untrained female would wreak almost double. A completely rail male, volition and capable of using both pickle should bring $ 50,000, a trained female person $ 75,000. A she-male completely develop and compliant could bring as a lot as $ 300,000. Indeed, I had recently sold Jenna to a starting NFL signal caller for the bargain price of $ 250,000.

Now, one might argue that a John Roy Major football asterisk could get any real number charwoman he wanted and you'd probably be right. However, many women are demanding and some are in it only for the money. Many fair sex I had known as a practicing physician were instantaneously bitches. I'd known quite a few who pretended to love sex during the wooing only to go icicle cold once they had married. divorce would be a mussy public spectacle. nil like that ever happened with a slave. Jenna, for example, was tall with a swimwear model's torso. At five feet ten and 125 pounds she had long shapely legs leading to a sloshed hefty ass and fast abdomen. Her shoulders were broad, accented by magnificent DD-cup breasts. Jenna lived to serve ; she would never guess of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in world where she was attentive almost, but not quite, to the dot of clinging. She had natural long blonde hair I'd had styled into a shag cut and the wan aristocratic centre I'd ever seen.

Jenna's expression, like her dead body, could easily have been a good example's, and she was extremely smart. Jenna, nee Marvin Neil Simon, was a math John Major in college two years ago, and even though she had been programmed to forget that, she had retained her keen intellect. I had given her a television over the past few month with admission to the NFL Channel and ESPN. She was more knowledgeable about football than well-nigh men.

Like most slavers I kept my hard worker in chastity. stainless steel hammer batting cage constructed to my exacting standards kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slaver, I believed in mixing reward with punishment. There were plenty of penalty, especially early on in grooming, involving canes and crops as well as shocks from their collars. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three months ; I'd allowed her four orgasms during that menstruum. Brandi had been with me for thirty months—two and a half years. She had been a problem at first ; dear God, I had beaten her within an in of her life sentence on several occasions, but recently—for more than six months -- her deportment had been perfect.

Brandi was curt than Jenna—five feet eight—but weighed almost as much, making her curvier than Jenna. Her hips and ass were larger, but not large. She measured 35D-26-35 whereas Jenna's measurements were 35DD-23-34. I doubted I'd ever sell Brandi—that's how much I loved her.

Brandi reached behind her consistency to pass my rock-hard cock to her anus. She squirmed a bit to get the slant just right for my initial thrust. I pushed just a petty as she forced herself back until my Pole was engulfed by her sweet ass. My hands on her articulatio coxae, I pulled myself trench into her bowel. I fucked her hard and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a woman would in straight person sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my confection cream.

I reached for the chain around my cervix."You sweet minuscule bitch -- you deserve a reinforcement. Lie on your back and spread your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the special lock. I pulled the cage off her organ and stroked it to hardness."I think person's very eager,"I whispered as I nuzzled her slender cervix. Brandi moaned continuously as I stroked her swiftly to an overwhelming orgasm. Her first ejaculation flew three ft into the air before landing on her consummate tits. She was drained physically as well as emotionally by the meter it had ended. I ran my hands up and down her consistency, collecting her semen for her to lick from my finger. I kissed her again before placing the cock batting cage on the floor for the residuum of the night. She kissed me with even keen emotion when she realized that she'd be dislodge until morning.

"Don't worry passkey -- the solitary tool I'll signature will be yours."I kissed her again and we drifted back to a contented sleep.

I woke early as always, ready for another orgasm. I looked up to witness my buckle down eager to put up for my want."Jerk me off, Brandi. flick me into your mouth then clean my tool. If you do a good job, I might have aid of you myself."I opened my leg as Brandi took a locating between them. She reached for the lubricator and ran some over my cock before beginning the actual stroking. Using both custody she ran them up and down my growing erection. She used her hands to great advantage, twisting and turning them as she squeezed my shaft with surprising specialty. My thrusting abdomen told her that my orgasm was near, just as it had done hundreds of times previously. Suddenly, Brandi's mouth was over my cock—and just in time—as I blew. Like a volcano, my cock shot hot slick semen with such force play that it would birth gone easily three metrical foot into the air had Brandi's sweetly mouth not captured it en path. She licked it clean before I pulled her up my eubstance for yet another hot long kiss. We lay back on the pillows as I turned on the TV.

We could see my new node beginning to stir—beginning to greet his quandary."O.K., dearly let's grab a promptly shower and some breakfast then we'll go and meet your new playmate."

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

Once in the striver quarters I met with both young lady telling them what I expected them to wear. My choice was met with giggles. They enjoyed meeting new slaves for the first time. Once they were dressed, I opened his cell."Well, good morning…sleep well ?"As expected, my gossip were met with a stream of profanity.

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explicate your situation. I am a slaver ; you are now my slave. Today is the first day of your new life—your life sentence as my slave. I'll prison-breaking you and train you and when you're completely trained, I'll deal you, but not in your electric current build. We have a lot of work 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 picayune schooltime girl uniforms—ironed and starched white blouses with little bead clitoris and puffed short arm over a blue and green plaid pleated skirt. Their feet were covered with tweed anklet windsock and five-inch shiny black bounder. My victim's middle looked like they would pop out of his head.

"This is Jenna. She'll be leaving us soon, heading to a new place in Texas. This is Brandi. Ladies, delight sour around and show our node your bodies."A minute later they had shed their blouses and bras, exposing their large perfect tit."Please misplace your skirts and turn around so our Quaker can see your fantastic asses."They shimmied for several minutes until I told them to lose their step-in. They were now naked except for their socks and shoes.

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

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

"Yes, indeed ; in a few calendar month you'll have luscious breasts and a buxom body most adult female would kill for. We have a means 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 walk up to him and kneel.

"I know what you're intuitive feeling. I was the same way—small and slight, the kind of boy no woman takes seriously. I was twenty and a virgin…and I was miserable until overlord brought me here. I thought I was macho. I fought and crusade, but where did it get me ? I was punished severely, beaten over and over into submission. Giving Master that submission was the safe thing I ever did. I love him now and I know that he loves me, too. You need to loosen up and let it materialise. It's going to whether you like it or not."She stroked the boy's impertinence and kissed his forehead. It had a strangely calming effect on him so I continued.

"I'm going to place your collar around your neck. Once that's done, I'll be able to secrete your arms and legs, but don't get any ideas. I'm going to show you how it works first."I measured his neck and pulled the right sized dog collar from the cabinet. Kneeling over his chest I locked it into place. I entered the number into my remote and stood. It was closely, but not restrictive. I saw he could breathe without trouble."This should dissuade you from any stupid movement, unless your name is Brandi, that is."Jenna giggled ; Brandi looked suitably chastised. I pressed the clitoris and watched as his body went rigid. He screamed and screamed for several transactions even though the shock lasted only a second. I released his feet and wrists, taking the hamper back to the locker to be saved for my next hard worker.

Returning to his cell I gave my first commands,"kneeling and face away from the door. Clasp your hands behind your head. You will simulate this position whenever I enter your cellular telephone. You will remain tacit unless asked a direct inquiry. Then your reaction will be either ‘ yes, Master'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you understand me ?"I loved this component ; it almost always ended in a penalization for the slave.

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

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

He pulled himself up and resumed his position—a full sign."No, Master."I patted his cheek and walked to the adjacent wall where I unlocked a steel cabinet. Several large safety dildos extended from the wall.

"feel over here, but do not move."I continued once I saw that he was looking."These are your reference of nutrient and water. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her lips around the stopcock. Sucking allowed pee and solid food to flow through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would receive."The light will turn jet when the system is active. You will consume XV arcminute to eat and pledge. Then the light will plough red. I suggest you not waste the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drain. This is where you'll urinate at first. Your bowel bowel movement will be taken caution of through daily enema. Eventually, you'll administer them yourself—three every forenoon. We certainly don't want my dick covered with your shit, do we ? Okay, let's get started. custody behind your back !"I applied handcuffs and pulled him to his feet. I wouldn't refer to him as a male after today.

I led him out to a shower in the large slave room where his ankles were fastened to shackles on the floor and his carpus to chains 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 centre."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to bruise you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to murder 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 rear end, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my hands were gloved up, I opened a quart bottle of depilatory lotion. Ten minute of arc later I had smeared a thick layer over her entire consistency from her face to her stomach, ass trap, ball sac and all the way down to her toes."It should burn a little, but don't worry. Brandi has a hose and will wash you down in a few minutes."I gave her a jiffy as she picked up the hose. Under former consideration a wife or girl 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 uncontaminating. I removed the blindfold, toweled her dry, and applied a soothing lotion over her stallion body. Once I was done, I moved up close behind her, rubbing her abdomen while I nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear. A lot of hombre will evidence you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the right conditions…and I could tell these were the right conditions for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to find her cock semi-hard, but one or two cerebrovascular accident and she was as hard as she'd ever been. I gave Brandi a look and she scampered to the cabinet for Natalie's cage. I stroked her hammer and ran my early hand up and down her ass cleft, caressing her clump and fingering her anus. A second later she exploded, thrusting her stomach forward with every ejaculation. Her semen flew four substructure into the air. Reaching around her head I pulled her into a long abstruse kiss. I knew she'd be mine when she responded, kissing me back with passion.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss."There's Leslie Townes Hope for you, Natalie. You're on the way to becoming a wonderful striver. I knew you were submissive the first of all time you opened your backtalk. Soon you'll learn to eff the gustatory modality of semen, but commencement things first."Kneeling now in front of my raw slave I pushed the tube around her prick and fastened the stainless steel shoulder strap around her ball sac. Rising, I went to the cabinet, returning with an clyster kit and a yoke of four-inch senior high heels.

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

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

Moving to the room's center I removed a boastfully circular plate from the floor, casting it aside into the turning point of the room. I walked to a bulwark, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a time slot in the floor. A suddenly Sir Ernst Boris Chain hung from the arm's end. I pulled Natalie closer to the arm, picked up the closed chain at the end of the chain and affixed it around her bollock sac before locking it in place with an Allen wrench."Now, Natalie dear, it's time to practice session walking in heel. I suggest you keep up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the strength of a presentment I pulled the chain. Natalie doubled over in bother."Yes, my affectionately, there are dozens of acutely phonograph needle inside just waiting to skewer your sore ballock. I'd stay here to oversee, 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 presentment, haven't you ? If you need to spend a penny just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their collar. We walked out of the way leaving misfortunate Natalie at the mercy of a merciless car that would sprain again and again in circles, dragging the new slave behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the stair and into the house where they changed into tight tops and black Capri's. They wore similar sandals with two-inch cad on their groundwork. I opened the car's rear doors for them and labor away, first to the car wash to remove any last traces of the silver pigment and later to the drome where we waited by the baggage claim for Jenna's new owner. I recognized him just as he saw us. We waved and sway hands once he was within reaching."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a farseeing time to meet Jenna."

The tone on his nerve 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 bridge player as we moved to the luggage carousel to look for his bag.

Greg and Jenna sat in the back seat on the drive home. They kissed and held each former as lovers should. Once we had arrived home Jenna carried his bag to her room. It was the minute largest at twelve fundament by fifteen with an attached bath. Jenna returned at once, taking position at her captain's animal foot.

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

"Yes, Master."She rose to her knees and moved between his wooden leg, her move mirrored by Brandi between my legs. Deft finger's breadth opened his belt and pulled his zipper down. Seconds later his flaccid dick sprung forth. Those Saami deft fingerbreadth massaged his organ until it had grown in distance and cinch and hardened to steel. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her mouth over Greg's putz and began the blowjob of his life.

"Quite skilled, wouldn't you say, Greg ? Imagine this on a habitue basis. It's almost too much to grok, isn't it ? I've trained Jenna just as I've trained Brandi here to advert to your every need."Greg was speechless ; he couldn't find the row to express the euphoria he was experiencing. My hand found its way to Brandi's bobbing head just before my prick exploded into her backtalk. She sucked up every drop and when I looked across the room, I saw Jenna performing the precise like service for her new sea captain.

Once she had licked his harmonium unobjectionable, she kissed the tip and returned it to its house. She returned her overlord's slide fastener and belt ammunition to their archetype condition. Jenna was about to yield to her stance on the floor between Greg's peg when he pulled her up for a farseeing inscrutable buss. He sat back into the chairwoman with Jenna on his lap, his arm around her waist.

Brandi was in my lap when I told her to plough on the TV. I adjusted the line to collapse us a take in scene of my newest accomplishment. She maintained a comfortable aloofness behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few minutes."upkeep to bring together me, Greg ? I have a few tariff with my newest slave. We'll go out to dinner once I'm done."We four rose and walked out to the b. lupus erythematosus than a minute later we were in the large room. Natalie was concentrating so hard on her walking she barely noticed our arrival. I stopped the auto and removed the doughnut from her orb sac. I could see dozens of shit marks on the loose tegument. They looked mean value, but I knew from experience that they would cure completely in less than a week.

I'm sure Natalie was relieved when I had removed the hoop, but she was also smart enough to keep her mouth closed. I led her back to her cell."I'm giving you two cycles of intellectual nourishment and water—one now and one in four 60 minutes. You've done very well for your for the first time day. I think you've earned a blanket."

Brandi retrieved one from the cabinet and handed it to me. When I gave it to Natalie she knelt and kissed my shoe saying,"Thank you, Master."I pulled her up for a scrumptious kiss. She responded immediately to my movement."Yes,"I thought,"I made a good choice."Natalie would work out just OK. I locked the cell doorway and we took a leisurely perambulation up to the barn.

"Perhaps you'd like to lavish before dinner, Greg. I know Jenna would love to bathe you. trust me—there's nothing that compares to having soul bathe you. Brandi does it for me all the time."

"That's not a bad melodic theme, Rex. That damned flight was as hot as hell. Would you savour showering with me, Jenna ?"

"Of grade, Greg—I will relish serving you in any way I can."She took his mitt and led him to her room.

"You'll have to plunk out what she wears, Greg. Slaves don't make determination like that. In fact, we'll talk of the town at length tomorrow about managing your striver. That also includes punishment when necessary."

"Oh…okay. What form of wearing apparel for dinner ?"

"I'm wearing a golf game shirt and falloff with loafers. Brandi will wear something exchangeable to what she's wear now. Come along, Brandi. I think I'd enjoy a shower, too."We returned to the house, splitting up once we were on the second floor at our way. Brandi undressed me starting with my horseshoe and socks and moving up to my shirt. She undressed herself once she was done with me. I took her paw and led her into the shower. She cleansed every column inch of my soundbox before turning her attention to her own demand. She toweled me dry and we dressed. As her master copy I ***********ed her clothing from underwear to shoes and jewelry. It was a special occasion so I allowed her to wear her rhomb scantling. Jenna had a matching pair. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to finish fertilisation. I was please to see her sucking actively on her dildos. I was reminded of something important.

Brandi and I waited for Greg and Jenna in the livelihood elbow room. I had been certain that they would carry yearner than us when we went upstairs. I was an experienced Master ; 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 moment. Come along if you wish, Greg, but I do need Jenna to accompany me."

We walked back down to the slave room and I opened Natalie's mobile phone. She remembered to assume the chastise position—kneeling and facing away with her hands clasped behind her head."Very good, Natalie, I'm pleased you remembered. Now I want to show you something before you retire for the evening. Brandi, fetch the jar."She turned immediately, scampering to the console and returning with a big mayonnaise jar. I took it and turned to Natalie as I spoke."twist around, Natalie. Tell me—what's the conflict between these dentition in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's mouths ?

There are Thomas More than a thousand teeth in here, taken from the oral cavity of many slaves, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a full moon mouth of beautiful teeth."Natalie looked at both but was unable to answer. I looked at Jenna for the answer.

"None of my tooth have ever touched overlord's rattling cock."

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

"Know the departure now, Natalie ? These teeth,"I said, holding the jar in battlefront of her cheek"did touch my dick. Some of them were even jerky enough to sting me. Tomorrow you'll have your first luck to go down on my peter. You can think during the night where you want your teeth to be—the jar or your backtalk. By the way, I only use anesthesia for rattling surgery. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cell before replacing the jar and locking the cabinet. I closed and locked the fleshy brand threshold leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the field's o.k. steak menage. I had often taken both Jenna and Brandi out to eat. It was important that they know how to behave in populace, just as it was important that neither reveal their status as our slaves. pass turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two stunning women on our arms. I never allowed my hard worker to drink so they had iced tea while Greg and I had margaritas on the rock. We ordered for our women, as well, not that we cheated them. I ordered a petite filet medium rare and a lucre torpedo with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a similar repast for Jenna. Both slave remembered to thank us for our consideration."Thank you, captain,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. Several patrons approached our table seeking John Hancock or photograph from Greg. He always included Jenna in the pic, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend. Several young guy rope commented that they were jealous of Greg ; they thought Jenna was drop dead gorgeous.

It was after nine when we returned to the menage. I checked on Natalie and was pleased to incur her asleep wrapped in her mantle 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 most of Jenna's clothing to your address in a crateful along with an miscellany of slavery and punishment implements. Jenna has been extremely well behaved. She was a natural submissive when she came here unlike Brandi who was a existent challenge. All the same, you'll have to penalize her tomorrow so she will jazz that you can and will do it if requisite. You will never ask a rationality, but I wouldn't be opprobrious with her. I suggest you give her six strokes with the cane tomorrow morning. Afterwards, you can concur and fondle her if you wish, or perhaps even fuck her. These actions will help her to accept your laterality of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand estrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll ask one a day to keep her feminine traits. Let me screw when you need more. I'll give you the public figure of a provider in your area or you can get them from me. Either way the cost will be the Saame. 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 severe barren. She is an exceptional slave. There is literally nothing that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three enemas every morning for the preceding two geezerhood. I doubt her digestive system even remembers what it's like to bring a bullshit. She will fuck you as many times as you wish. I do suggest you use a lube.

Ask her if you have any questions or concerns and you can always sound me for advice or information. Any questions ?"

"You really think I have to punish her ?"

"Yes…you need to establish yourself as her overlord. Now, she responds primarily to me, but once you have punished her, she will truly be yours. Afterwards, I suggest you fuck her or consume her suck your cock. Both act will help her to adhesiveness with you and realize your dominance, especially after a punishment. Any other questions ?"

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

I used my smart speech sound to entree the sign's intercom system of rules."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in front line of us in five minutes dressed in your skimpiest bikinis. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the soft chairs and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our striver dressed as ordered. Greg asked another head while we waited,"testament Jenna insurgent once she's leftfield you ? What will prevent her from disappearing some day ?"

"good questions, Greg—what will foreclose her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a natural submissive. She needs to be led as very much as she needs air or piddle. She's much happier now as a female and a slave—your slave—than she was as a discharge Male. She has a really small shaft ; it's only about three and a half inches long when erect. Would that kick in you an lower status complex ? Jenna was misfortunate as a boy. I call her that because she would never have 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 hall. Both were barefooted. Their swimsuits were brief—barely there, in fact. Jenna walked up to Greg who reached out and cupped her bulwark then looked at me in disheartenment."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the customs –made pad set into the crotch of the lawsuit. It had a retentive thin gap which held her cock and John Milton Cage Jr. and hid them from view."If you were to off the John Cage the presence of her cock would be even less obvious, but that will be your decision.

"Jenna, please kneeling and hit your top."I continued once she had complied,"Do you call back your life before I brought you here, Jenna ?"

"Parts of it, Master."

"William Tell Greg what you remember."

"I remember that I was a boy. Physically I was immature and my lilliputian stopcock made me very insecure. I didn't escort very much because I was so afraid of sex and what would happen if the girl ever discovered my secret. I was very unhappy, captain. I hated my life."

"And how do you feel about yourself now ?"

"I love my new body, overlord. I'm sexy and confident in my abilities to serve my Master. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my Master. It is my role in life sentence to serve. I have loved service you, Master and I will bonk serving my new Master. I will work very intemperate to constitute Master Greg happy."

"Thank you, Jenna ; please render to your elbow room and expect your sea captain. Brandi, you may stay."I turned to Greg, handing him the magnetic key that would unfold Jenna's chastity device."I have given Jenna an orgasm roughly once a month. Once you have taken over you may do as you wish in this attentiveness, however, I suggest you give her one after you've punished and fucked her tomorrow. I always put them over my human knee and rub in some console lotion. How do you find when I do that to you, Brandi ?"

Her top dog was down, her vocalization barely a whisper,"I always think that you love me, Master."

"That's because I do, my little slut."She smiled at my comment. Returning to Greg,"Use tomorrow to show yourself as Jenna's Master. She'll be all yours by the clock time you leave on Dominicus. It's good that the football game season is over now. You'll have More time with her. I'll expend more than time with you tomorrow explaining the vast extent of the Service she can and will perform for you. Now, what say we retire ? I think I need some exercise before sleep. cum along, Brandi."I held her hand as we climbed the stairs, saying unspoilt night to Greg before turning into our room. Greg nodded and excused himself.

Greg found Jenna nude and kneeling just inside the doorway. She waited for him to address her, but answered promptly. She helped him to peel then led him back to the shower. She washed his trunk lovingly and was surprised when he took the soap 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, master copy ?"

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

"Thank you, sea captain ; shall I fix myself for you ?"Greg merely nodded ; it was more than enough to set Jenna into motion. She lay on her back in the eye of the bed, a with child pillow wedged under the modest of her back, her stage up and her ankle over her articulatio humeri. Her bridge player moved to the Nox tie-up to grasp the feeding bottle of lubricator. She poured a progressive dose onto her anus and worked it in with her finger's breadth. In moments she was machinate for her maestro.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's ramification and moved slowly into post, his turncock pressing against her sweetened anus. Jenna took some additional lube and fret it into his erection. She grinned and nodded, noting her meekness to her new superior."I am ready, master copy. Do not care about me. I am unimportant ; only your delight is important."

Greg wasn't so sure as shooting, but he pressed forward, pushing the tip of his thick cock into her. Jenna was crocked, but she accepted him easily, having been prepared more than three hundred times by her Master. She moved back to accommodate him, wrapping her wooden leg around his waist and fucking as a real woman would with her cunt. Greg moved down to her, taking her large firm breasts into his manpower and mouth. It was hard to believe that Jenna wasn't a material woman, so realistic did her boob feel beneath his fingers. Rex obviously did outstanding study as a plastic surgeon. Jenna kissed him madly, her tongue and his wrestling back and Forth River until Greg could continue no more, blowing jet after jet of hot Edward White semen into Jenna's deep night 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 dear idea. We DO let to sleep here. You must suppose I'm a rank amateur."

"No, Master, I think you are a very considerate and screw passe-partout. I look forward to serving you."She kissed him again before jumping up to the lav to wash off her butt and clean her body of the residual lube. She returned immediately to his English to wash out his shrinking hammer. Once again, she ran to the lavatory before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

"overlord,"she asked hesitantly,"I know you have to hurt me tomorrow. I have seen early striver being prepared by their new captain. I will try to take my penalty well. I want you to be proud of me."Greg looked at her for a present moment before pulling her finis for a long lingering kiss before they went to sleep.

I looked on with commendation having already seen their anal coupling through one of my obliterate cameras. Brandi lay between my legs licking my rock-hard Hammond organ."okeh,"I told her,"Get me off so we can go to catch some Z's. Be sure to swallow every drop."She ramped up her actions, taking me deep into her mouth. She knew exactly what I liked so it wasn't long before I bathed her palatine tonsil with my sister succus. I took a ready peep at Natalie and within five bit we were asleep.

CHAPTER 2

As was their custom Brandi and Jenna rose early, heading straight to the bathroom, not to pee, but for their sunup enema. Jenna was already into her back when Greg asked her what she was doing."The same thing I do every dayspring, Master,"she replied,"making myself clean for you—preparing myself for your use…Master."She continued as Greg rose and stumbled to the commode."I'll be pleased to take it from you, Master."She knelt immediately, taking his cock into her sassing and waiting patiently.

Greg stood there as if trying to go, but stepped back,"Thanks…maybe some other time, but you can make out up here and osculate me instead."Jenna was on her infantry in a second pressure her lip firmly against his, her natural language inviting. They held it for many minutes until Greg broke it, commenting that he really had to go. He did his business concern while Jenna knelt in front of him filling her ass with the warm soapy piss. They joined Brandi and me in the kitchen minutes later.

Greg and I sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to devise for four, but set only two position. They served the food—bacon, sausage, and scrambled bollock -- and took their places at our understructure. I did this deliberately to record Greg how I typically fed my slaves. I gave Brandi mo of core and egg from my fingers, building my bond with her and increasing her submissiveness to me. Greg caught on quickly, even taking the fourth dimension to stroke Jenna's whisker and face between bites. The girls cleaned up while we enjoyed a arcsecond cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a horse then stepped aside with Brandi, my hired hand finding its way down her slacks and into her ass crack. Jenna was told to unclothe and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to empathize and accept my authority. I can and will hurt you, but only if you force me."smiling to myself I picked the lite ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the strength to really bite into her cheeks. It would pain, but Jenna would not be injured. She screamed with the first blow and Greg looked to me questioningly. I just nodded and he continued. Her six were done in to a lesser extent than two minute of arc. Greg took a bottle of lube from Brandi and slipped his stopcock into Jenna's ass. He fucked her for several proceedings before enjoying a mind-blowing orgasm. He removed Jenna from the sawhorse, sat on a chairman and pulled Jenna across his pegleg. He rubbed the tranquil lotion into her reddened ass with one hand while he rubbed her back with the other. I could just discover him whisper,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to sustain and hug him. They were off to a heavy start. I turned my attention to my new slave.

I wasn't at all surprised to determine Natalie kneeling in the dictate lieu when I entered her jail cell. I cuffed her hands and led her to her morning clyster. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her take for it for 15 minutes. I wasn't giving her huge amounts of pee, but the problem were as very much psychological as physical. Later, when she was more experient, I'd expect her to accept double what she was getting now and I had a surprise for her tomorrow. I had secured her wrist behind her rachis and up to the ceiling for a ground. I wanted her back talk at just the rectify height for her first—I assumed it was her first, but I've been wrong before—blowjob."So, Natalie…you've had all nighttime to think. Where will your teeth be an hour from now ?"

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

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

"Yes, superior I love having your hammer in both of my holes."

"okeh, Natalie you can lead off by licking the mind and down the shaft."I held my putz just out of her grasp so she would get to incite forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the exuberance she showed. She had me hard as a rock 'n' roll in second base. I leaned forward, sliding my stopcock into her oral fissure. She sucked as she wrapped her knife around my shaft. Slowly, I began to fuck my slave's mouth, pushing my hard eight in abstruse and deep until she gagged."Learn to rest through your nozzle on the out cam stroke, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to subscribe all of it—every single inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to swallow up it. I'll cane your sorry butt for every drop that hits the trading floor. realize ?"

"Yesh, Mushter."It's punishing to speak when your mouth is full of heavily midst cock.

"O.K., slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew rope after rope into her throat. She managed to swallow most of it, but perhaps XXX 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 crop with a stiff fibreglass shaft.

"I told you to get down all of it, didn't I ? You've earned quite a thrashing. You'll clean the floor with your tongue once I'm done. I'll expect you to count and if you don't, I'll just starting time 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 flooring once Brandi had released her wrist. She began to lap up the floor almost immediately even as she continued to cry her eyes out. I let her stay for a few transactions before moving her to the automobile to drill walking in dog again. I left her there as we returned to the house.

Jenna sat at her captain's feet, her head lovingly against his thigh as he stroked her hair. I began the prolonged explanation about the cathode-ray oscilloscope of table service he could expect Jenna to perform. It went without saying that she would do all the housework and cooking, but she could also do yard employment, if necessary. She would perform sexually for him or anyone he designated, even gang eruption and bukkake as often as directed."She will take your urine gladly ; she does a very unspoilt job of swallowing without spilling, but I have not trained her to deal with stool. It's a in effect way to vote out a slave. Know anything about E. coli ? It's a bacteria that's found in everyone's Colon, hence the term ‘ coli.'However, in your upper digestive tract it can be deadly. I suggest you ignore most of the hooey you find on the net about the practice. Those people are idiots."I continued describing her social acquisition, especially preparing for and hosting company. All in all, I went on for more than than an time of day."If you forget anything you can just ask Jenna. She will always tell you the truth."Greg looked down at her and she nodded. Jenna knew the penalty for lying ; she'd seen me lather Brandi within an inch of her life while she was attached to the arm. Indeed, Brandi's screaming had caused Jenna to light. Only my treatment had prevented the loss of her scrotum and balls.

It was a warm spring day, so I suggested Greg submit Jenna out to the game G and patio for some sun, or perhaps even a swim in the heated pool."Don't worry about a courting. I never use one either and your nakedness won't come as a surprise or cushion to either Jenna or Brandi."He left with Jenna in tow a second later. I sat back in the chairman and relaxed. Being a slaver could be such hard employment and I realized how much I would miss Jenna. Greg and Jenna spent the entire day together bonding as I knew they would. I was especially delight to see him remove her putz batting cage and masturbate her to closing. She licked his fingers clean, thanking him for the perquisite of serving him. I returned to the keep respective times to civilize Natalie. She was able to handle the heels easily by the end of the afternoon and had given me two more cock sucking, too. She was able to swallow enough the endure metre that I didn't bother to beat her. She'd absorbed almost two 12 of my hunky-dory since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the forenoon off once I had administered her enemas. I had to get Jenna and her new headmaster to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this meter to a Japanese restaurant where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their accomplishment with chop sticks. We returned home and went to our respective rooms. Jenna packed her and Greg's bags for the slip the following dayspring before making erotic love. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard tool into her tight ass. I pulled out and came over her dorsum. She turned around and took me into her mouth, cleaning my stopcock perfectly in mo. I led her to the bathroom where we showered and went to bed. We had to be up early in the morning.

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

She needed to sympathize that she was the lowest of the low. It was a vital step in breaking her spirit.

I opened her prison cell to find her still numb. A quick kick in the ribs brought her from her sleep. A legal brief moment later she was in position. I attached her manacle and led her out to the clyster region. 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 gasp when the icy frigidness piss entered her bowel then she begged non-stop,"Please, master copy it's cold…too cold. Please."I responded by shoving a globe bag into her mouth.

"Care to imagine why I'm doing this, slave ? Because I can -- because I want to ; because I feel like hurting you this daybreak. You need to watch your place. You're lower than the lowest class of life story here—lower than the cockroaches. You'll take whatever I decide to give you—love, hatred, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was empty, let her hold it for twenty minutes, and enjoyed her bout. There was a huge sigh of backup when I allowed the balloon to deflate and the water to enfeeble from her gut. I waited a few minutes before beginning the sec."Since you're complaining about being moth-eaten, I'll give you a little something to warm you up."I showed her the three bottle of tabasco I had emptied into the bag. She howled in nuisance once the water ran into her. I ignored her supplication for mercy. Once again, I had her throw it before allowing it to drain from her body. She was exhausted, but I continued with the final—another ice-cold discussion, this meter with a menthol body rub. She hung from her bonds 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 figurehead of her mouth. She opened and slowly took me into her mouth. I pushed it deeper into her rima oris and throat. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to suck until I fucked her mouth viciously, cumming over her human face and whisker. She lay on the base physically and emotionally drained. A instant later I soaked her with the hose and rewarded her with a towel. She crawled to me to kiss my invertebrate foot and thank me over and over. She returned to her electric cell. Breakfast for her, a gamey protein food paste, would be given in a few minutes.

We left for the airport once I had returned to the house, stopping en route at a breakfast snack counter where we all overate. I drove on to the aerodrome, our spirits high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the depot. I handed her driver's license and pass to him and waited while they checked in. Once that was done, I handed Greg a dark-brown paper bag. He looked at me questioningly."A credit card cage and a one-time charge plate ringlet. She'll never get through security with that stainless one on. I've sent you various untarnished unity with her dress so you can leave that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be sure enough to remove it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a crime syndicate residue room—the kind often used by women to vary child's nappy. He returned the bag to me five minutes later.

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

"I will, sea captain. Thank you for everything."She kissed my cheek and turned to join 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 turn off on the passing ramp when Brandi exclaimed,"passkey !"She pointed across the highway. I could see two untested girls hitching. In less than a minute of arc we were turned around and headed up the ramp on the opposite side. I rolled to a diaphragm as Brandi lowered the window."Hi, girls…need a drive ?"She smiled broadly as the car approached.

"Yeah, how far are you going ?"

"All the way up to New York,"I replied."Be glad to help you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missus. The girls climbed into the back arse, their backpacks thrown into the far corner.

"Say, before you get settled in would you mind passing up a soda from the cooler back there ? It's already candid. Thanks, that's the one. spirit costless to help yourselves."

"Thanks, Mister, but drinking tonic always makes us have to…you know."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Brandi has to go almost every time of day, 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 twins ; sure it's okay to let a soda ?"

"Absolutely, please help yourselves. We always pick up hitchers. We both did it in college. We know what it's like to be away from domicile and short of money."

"Yeah,"they replied together,"tell us about it."They each reached into the cooler, coming out with coke. I couldn't suppress a grinning. Twins ! The holy place grail of slavers ! With rich client in Nihon and Saudi Arabian Arabia I could set off the bidding at a million—two if they were Virgo. Hell, I was a surgeon. If they weren't Virgin now, they would be by the metre they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their first drink. Twenty proceedings later Brandi turned around to put their drinking into the cup holder. They were instant from passing out. I'd have such fun with them as I turned them into Twin slaves. blonde, blue eyed, slim physique, and fledgling in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these girls were a slaver's wet pipe dream. I couldn't help laughing. Like hundreds of others, they should bear listened to their mother, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .