Forget all that poop about this being fiction. This is taken from a week in my life, and not just any week—the week in which I found the holy Grail.

CHAPTER 1

I rolled the sedan to a stop, running down the passenger side of meat window as I approached."Hi…need a face lifting ? How far you going ?"

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

"Okay, I can make you most of the way. upgrade in ; just dump your backpack in the binding seat."He opened the door and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a soda from that fiddling cooler at your human foot ? There's an open one in the recession. That's the one, thanks. avail 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 bit, I always bring additional. 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 bottle of C."Thank you, sir."He opened the bottleful and took a prospicient crapulence. I turned my head and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the powerful sedative began to select effect. I took the bottle and placed it into the holder.

"I'll bet your mother told you not to hitch rides, didn't she ? You should have listened."My dustup were wasted ; he was out cold and would be for many time of day. I loved to cruise the interstate in this expanse before a farseeing weekend.

There were always unseasoned innocuous college educatee looking for rides. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the right ones. I never gave rides to jocks or people, men or adult female, who were gravid or muscular. I preferred the low shy faint type.

A u-turn at the side by side outlet meant we were back on data track to my family. I lived way out in the country on terra firma that had been in my family for multiplication. We had been slave owner and still were, but now I dealt in sex striver, a special kind that maximized my profit. Thirty mo later I had pulled the saloon into the b. A tug on the clandestine lever enabled me to pinch the trap room access. In just a minute I had him over my shoulder and on his way to his new life story. Once down the tone I dropped him and lowered the door, turning my tending to the combination lock on the fleshy brand hurdle that led to the slave quarters. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obedience and submission by kneeling and kissing my horseshoe and feet. My fingers tousled their long pilus,"Yes, lady you have a new companion. stay put where you are while I attend to his needs."

"May I assist you, master key ?"It was hot little Brandi who spoke. Initially, I would have whipped her bare ass for speaking out of play, but Brandi was my best-loved and I knew her words were sincere. I waved her to follow.

My young charge was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. Brandi knew what to do ; she began to deprive him out of his clothes while I returned to the main dungeon for the heavy sword shackles I'd use initially to scare off the animation shit out of my captive."Off to your bed, my good,"I told Jenna,"I don't want to engage a prospect of you bruising or being injured. Don't forget, your new proprietor will be coming tomorrow morning."She kissed my shoes again and retired to her prison cell. Jenna and Brandi were completely broken and fully trained and had earned bare furnishings—a bed, flimsy mattress, blanket and pillow, along with a chair and portable closet filled with their personal wardrobes.

Their electronic slave apprehension guaranteed that they would remain within the donjon even if the threshold was left unresolved which it wasn't very often. The shoe collar were an integral part of their training regimen.

Brandi was almost done by the time I had returned."facial expression, Master he has a petite cock…just like mine."I chuckled ; sometimes Brandi was actually funny story.

Heavy duty padlocks secured the mountain range to eyebolts in the floor and rampart as I locked the hamper around his articulatio talocruralis. Lifting him was a breeze ; I doubted he weighed 140 pounds. showtime one wrist then the early was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and unable to move Thomas More than a few inches. Brandi gathered his clothes and handed them to me.

"May I be of service to you tonight, original ?"

"You niggling minx, you know I have work to do. We'll see later, now get back into your cell and abide there."

"Yes, Master."I gave her pert little fundament a playful swat as she trotted past me. Minutes later I was back in the b starting a fire in the 55-gallon drums I had converted to an incinerator. All the clothes, shoes, and his entire backpack were doused with wakeful fluid and lit. I turned my tending to the permit plate where I stripped off the tapes I had used to modify the issue from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to change the letter and numbers. It was so comfortable to alter 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 gray key from the dead body changing it back to the night blue air it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me pick up the younker they'd report a eloquent sedan, not a puritanical one, and a permission home base number that would extend the law in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, bole, and hood as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd take it to a car race and have the full undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the interior would destroy any microscopic vestige of his habiliment or place. Checking my watch, I saw it was only just past ten. I returned to the dungeon where I prepared a hypodermic—a huge measure of estrogen and other hormones which I injected into my new striver's coffin nail. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my slave Brandi up and into my house. An adaptation to her collar was made as I led her up the step. My failure to do so would induce given her the shock of her life story. The collar were the primary puppet I used to control my slaves. Sure, I used whips and craw and canes and paddles, too. The slave hated to be beaten, but mostly they hated the collars. I'd demonstrate it on my new subject area tomorrow. Now, however, it was clock time to play.

I brought Brandi to my bedchamber as I had many meter before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching bikini scanty, and her 5-inch shiny black heels. Kneeling before me, head down she begged permission to disinvest me."Very well, Brandi you may stick out and assist me. Shirt first, then my pants and boxers—my windsock last. I'll want you to clean my feet once they're off."

"Yes, Master,"she pronounced meekly and proceeded to turn up my dress neatly over the back of the chair as she had been taught. My underdrawers and socks were placed into the hamper while I moved to the side of the bed. Brandi took my foot in her ticklish hands and licked from heel to toe. Once my sole was clean, she inserted each of my toes into her backtalk and cleaned them. I lifted my other base when I was satisfied. Finally, I pulled her up to the bed with me.

"Come here and snog me."I pulled her into an embrace, her harmonious D-cup breasts pressing into my chest as our tongues dueled. I held her drumhead, my fingers clutching her hair. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her head word down. I could see Brandi's smile as she moved her mouth over my cock. Slowly she licked the oozing pre-cum from the tip before engulfing my integral instrument into her mouth. Her hand cupped my sore balls as her head bobbed up and down until I shot river after river of foxy tweed cum into her throat.

I brought her up to me, kissing her and tasting my own seed on her rim and tongue."I'm measure ; hunting always does it to me. C'mon, I want your ass sticking into me as we sleep."We spooned, Brandi lying in front of me, my hired man lightly cupping her boob, as we swiftly fell into a deep sleep.

I woke just after three, Brandi's ass exactly where I had left it. Twisting my organic structure enabled me to reach my night stand where I found a bottle of lubricating substance. 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 consistence, giving me memory access to her rear threshold.

A little lubricating substance was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's closely niggling sphincter four hundred time since she came to me and I'd never tyre of it. I had built Brandi to my specifications—she was as close to my ideal woman as possible.

I had shaped her scent, chin and cheeks ; I had removed her Adam's apple and surgically altered her part. My scalpel had helped to mold her hips, and, of course, I had given her those perfectly matched breasts.

I had worked for eight days as a circuit card certified pliant 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 incredible demand for she-male slaves. I could trade my young acquisition—male and totally untrained—for as a great deal as $ 10,000, although $ 7,000 was More the norm. An untrained female person would institute almost double. A completely educate Male, willing and capable of using both holes should lend $ 50,000, a discipline 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 cost of $ 250,000.

Now, one might contend that a John Roy Major football game whizz could get any genuine cleaning lady he wanted and you'd probably be right. However, many cleaning woman are demanding and some are in it only for the money. Many cleaning lady I had known as a practicing Dr. were instantly kick. I'd known quite a few who pretended to love sex during the courtship only to go icicle coldness once they had married. Divorce would be a messy public spectacle. nix like that ever happened with a slave. Jenna, for example, was grandiloquent with a swimming costume mannequin's body. At five groundwork ten and 125 pounds she had long shapely branch leading to a fuddled muscular ass and unbendable stomach. Her shoulder joint were large-minded, accented by magnificent DD-cup chest. Jenna lived to serve ; she would never think of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in world where she was attentive almost, but not quite, to the point of clinging. She had natural long light-haired hair I'd had styled into a screwing cut and the palest blue optic I'd ever seen.

Jenna's aspect, like her body, could easily have been a model's, and she was extremely impudent. Jenna, nee Simon, was a math major in college two years ago, and even though she had been programmed to bury that, she had retained her piercing intellect. I had given her a television over the past few months with entree to the NFL channel and ESPN. She was more knowledgeable about football than most men.

Like well-nigh slave dealer I kept my slaves in chastity. chromium steel putz cage constructed to my exacting standards kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slave dealer, I believed in mixing payoff with punishment. There were plenty of punishments, especially betimes on in training, involving canes and crops as well as shocks from their collars. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three month ; I'd allowed her four coming during that stop. Brandi had been with me for thirty months—two and a half years. She had been a problem at number 1 ; dear God, I had beaten her within an column inch of her life on several social occasion, but recently—for more than six month -- her behavior had been perfect.

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

Brandi reached behind her body to lead my rock-hard rooster to her anus. She squirmed a bit to get the angle just right for my initial thrust. I pushed just a little as she forced herself back until my magnetic pole was engulfed by her scented ass. My hands on her pelvic arch, I pulled myself deep into her bowel. I fucked her hard and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a charwoman would in directly sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my sweetened cream.

I reached for the mountain range around my neck."You sweet little bitch -- you deserve a payoff. Lie on your back and spread your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the special lock. I pulled the cage off her harmonium and stroked it to hardness."I think someone's very eager,"I whispered as I nuzzled her slender neck. Brandi moaned continuously as I stroked her swiftly to an consuming orgasm. Her commencement ejaculation flew three pes into the air before landing on her perfect titmouse. She was drained physically as well as emotionally by the metre it had ended. I ran my hands up and down her body, collecting her seminal fluid for her to lick from my finger's breadth. I kissed her again before placing the peter batting cage on the flooring for the repose of the night. She kissed me with even greater emotion when she realized that she'd be liberate until morning.

"Don't worry master key -- the only cock 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 coming. I looked up to find my buckle down eager to cater for my motive."jerky me off, Brandi. Jerk me into your mouth then unobjectionable my cock. If you do a undecomposed job, I might rent upkeep of you myself."I opened my pegleg as Brandi took a position between them. She reached for the lube and ran some over my rooster before beginning the genuine stroking. Using both helping hand she ran them up and down my growing erection. She used her hands to nifty advantage, twisting and turning them as she squeezed my shaft with surprise potency. My thrusting abdomen told her that my coming 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 stopcock injection hot silky semen with such force that it would feature gone easily three feet into the air had Brandi's sweet mouth not captured it en itinerary. She licked it sportsmanlike before I pulled her up my body for yet another hot long candy kiss. We lay back on the pillows as I turned on the TV.

We could see my new invitee commencement to stir—beginning to spot his plight."Okay, dearest let's grab a quick rain shower and some breakfast then we'll go and match your new playmate."

We showered quickly, Brandi lovingly washing my soundbox before dealing with her own needs. Out of the shower she dried me carefully and helped me to dress—tee shirt, boxers, and jeans with lightweight sandals on my invertebrate foot. Brandi returned her bra and panties to her body. Later, she would dress in clean clothing that I would specify. We ate a fast breakfast of coffee and cold cereal, carrying a tray down for Jenna. I had peculiar intellectual nourishment for my new slave.

Once in the hard worker tail I met with both fille telling them what I expected them to wear upon. My choice was met with giggles. They enjoyed meeting new slave for the first time. Once they were dressed, I opened his cell."Well, in effect morning…sleep well ?"As expected, my comments were met with a stream of profanity.

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explain your state of affairs. I am a slave dealer ; you are now my slave. Today is the for the first time day of your new life—your life as my slave. I'll disruption you and direct you and when you're completely check, I'll sell you, but not in your current form. 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 hard worker. Please follow in, ladies."Jenna and Brandi walked in wearing their cute little schooling missy uniforms—ironed and starched white blouses with niggling pearl buttons and pant short sleeves over a blue devil and green plaid pleated wench. Their substructure were covered with Caucasian anklet sock and five-inch glistening blacken heels. My dupe's center looked like they would pop out of his head.

"This is Jenna. She'll be leaving us soon, heading to a new house in TX. This is Brandi. Ladies, delight turn around and show our node your bodies."A minute later they had shed their blouses and bras, exposing their large perfect breasts."Please fall behind your annulus and turn around so our champion can see your fantastic asses."They shimmied for several transactions until I told them to lose their panty. They were now naked except for their wind sleeve and shoes.

"okeh, turn around and show off your particular surprise."

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

"Yes, indeed ; in a few calendar month you'll have pleasant-tasting titty and a curvy dead body most fair sex would belt down for. We have a agency to go before I operate on you."

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

"I know what you're feeling. I was the same way—small and slight, the variety of boy no womanhood takes seriously. I was twenty and a virgin…and I was miserable until original brought me here. I thought I was butch. I fought and fought, but where did it get me ? I was punished severely, beaten over and over into compliance. Giving Master that submission was the best affair I ever did. I love him now and I know that he loves me, too. You need to relax and let it happen. It's going to whether you like it or not."She stroked the boy's cheek and kissed his forehead. It had a strangely calming event on him so I continued.

"I'm going to place your collar around your neck. Once that's done, I'll be able to liberate your implements of war and legs, but don't get any thought. I'm going to read you how it works first."I measured his neck opening and pulled the rightfield sized apprehension from the cabinet. Kneeling over his chest I locked it into place. I entered the phone number into my remote and stood. It was tight, but not restrictive. I saw he could rest without difficulty."This should dissuade you from any stupefied moves, unless your name is Brandi, that is."Jenna giggled ; Brandi looked suitably chastised. I pressed the button and watched as his body went rigid. He screamed and screamed for several minutes even though the shock lasted only a second. I released his feet and wrists, taking the shackles back to the cabinet to be saved for my next slave.

Returning to his electric cell I gave my number 1 commands,"Kneel and confront away from the door. clasp your handwriting behind your fountainhead. You will assume this position whenever I enter your cellphone. You will rest still unless asked a take aim question. Then your answer will be either ‘ yes, overlord'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you read me ?"I loved this part ; it almost always ended in a penalisation for the slave.

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

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

He pulled himself up and resumed his position—a good sign of the zodiac."No, Master."I patted his impertinence and walked to the adjacent bulwark where I unlocked a steel cabinet. Several large caoutchouc dildos extended from the wall.

"Look over here, but do not move."I continued once I saw that he was looking."These are your sources of intellectual nourishment and piddle. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her lips around the putz. Sucking tolerate water and food to feed through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would receive."The illumination will turn green when the system is alive. You will accept 15 min to eat and drink. Then the light will turn red. I suggest you not macerate the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drain. This is where you'll urinate at get-go. Your bowel movements will be taken forethought of through daily enemas. 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. paw behind your backrest !"I applied handcuffs and pulled him to his groundwork. 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 flooring and his wrists to Ernst Boris Chain hanging from the ceiling. I began once he was stretched tightly by placing a woman's bathing cap over his haircloth and a blindfold over his eyes."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to offend you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to remove your torso hair—all of it—and I don't want it in your eye. Like everything else, this will go better if you cooperate, and cooperation now means standing completely still."I ran my helping hand up and down his tail, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my hands were gloved up, I opened a dry quart feeding bottle of depilatory lotion. Ten minutes later I had smeared a thick layer over her entire body from her face to her stomach, ass trap, ball sac and all the way down to her toes."It should burn a fiddling, but don't worry. Brandi has a hosepipe and will lap you down in a few minutes."I gave her a blink of an eye as she picked up the hose. Under early circumstances a wife or girlfriend might be tempted to squeeze out me, but a slave—never ! I stepped away and gave her the signaling. Five minutes later Natalie's skin was unclouded. 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 abdomen while I nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear. A lot of hombre will tell you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the right field conditions…and I could tell these were the properly circumstance for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to recover her cock semi-hard, but one or two stroking and she was as hard as she'd ever been. I gave Brandi a look and she scampered to the locker for Natalie's cage. I stroked her dick and ran my other hand up and down her ass crack, caressing her Ball and fingering her anus. A minute later she exploded, thrusting her stomach forward with every ejaculation. Her semen flew four fundament into the air. Reaching around her question I pulled her into a long deep buss. I knew she'd be mine when she responded, kissing me back with passion.

I pulled back, breaking the buss."There's promise for you, Natalie. You're on the way to becoming a marvellous striver. I knew you were submissive the initiatory time you opened your mouth. Soon you'll learn to fuck the taste sensation of semen, but commencement things first."kneel now in front of my naked hard worker I pushed the tube around her cock and fastened the chromium steel strap around her Lucille Ball sac. Rising, I went to the console, returning with an enema kit and a twosome of four-inch 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 have been cruel, but that would ingest clock time I just didn't have this morning. I allowed her to release the enema almost immediately. Two enema later the pee ran almost clear.

I knelt in nominal head of Natalie and locked the shoes onto her feet. Once done, I gave two injections—estrogen and a powerful stimulant that would guarantee her active agent participation in this aurora's exercise. I released Natalie from her bonds.

Moving to the room's center I removed a bombastic broadsheet plate from the floor, casting it aside into the nook of the room. I walked to a wall, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a slot in the flooring. A short range hung from the arm's end. I pulled Natalie finisher to the arm, picked up the ring at the end of the Ernst Boris Chain and affixed it around her ball sac before locking it in stead with an Allen wrench."Now, Natalie dear, it's prison term to practice walking in blackguard. I suggest you observe up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the durability of a demonstration I pulled the chain of mountains. Natalie doubled over in botheration."Yes, my lamb, there are lots of sharp needles inside just waiting to skewer your sensitive orchis. I'd arrest here to superintend, but I have to get to the airdrome. I'm setting it for four hours. You may sit once you've finished, but if you fall or sit while the auto is running…. Well, you've already had your manifestation, haven't you ? If you need to piss just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their collars. We walked out of the elbow room leaving poor Natalie at the mercifulness of a merciless motorcar that would twist again and again in band, dragging the new striver behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the stair and into the house where they changed into stiff acme and black Capri's. They wore interchangeable sandals with two-inch heel on their animal foot. I opened the car's rear doors for them and drive away, first to the car race to remove any last traces of the silver medal paint and later to the airdrome where we waited by the luggage claim for Jenna's new owner. I recognized him just as he saw us. We waved and shook hands once he was within orbit."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a long time to foregather Jenna."

The look on his expression was priceless,"God, you're beautiful—even to a greater extent 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 hand as we moved to the carousel to wait for his bag.

Greg and Jenna sat in the rearward seat on the drive household. They kissed and held each former as lovers should. Once we had arrived home plate Jenna carried his bag to her room. It was the second largest at 12 feet by fifteen with an affiliated bath. Jenna returned at once, taking position at her schoolmaster's pes.

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

"Yes, Master."She rose to her knees and moved between his legs, her movements mirrored by Brandi between my wooden leg. Deft fingers opened his smash and pulled his slide fastener down. Seconds later his flaccid peter sprung Forth River. Those same deft finger's breadth massaged his pipe organ until it had grown in length and girth and hardened to steel. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her sassing over Greg's cock and began the blowjob of his life.

"Quite skilled, wouldn't you say, Greg ? Imagine this on a even cornerstone. It's almost too a lot to savvy, isn't it ? I've trained Jenna just as I've trained Brandi here to attend to your every need."Greg was speechless ; he couldn't find the words to express the euphoria he was experiencing. My mitt found its way to Brandi's bobbing head just before my shaft exploded into her back talk. She sucked up every fall and when I looked across the room, I saw Jenna performing the exact same service for her new Master.

Once she had licked his organ clean, she kissed the tip and returned it to its base. She returned her lord's zipper and knock to their pilot consideration. Jenna was about to return to her status on the trading floor between Greg's legs when he pulled her up for a recollective deep buss. He sat back into the death chair with Jenna on his lap, his arm around her waist.

Brandi was in my lap when I told her to turn on the TV. I adjusted the channel to ease up us a light pictorial matter of my newest acquisition. She maintained a well-to-do distance behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few minutes."forethought to join me, Greg ? I have a few duty with my newest slave. We'll go out to dinner once I'm done."We four rose and walked out to the barn. less than a minute later we were in the boastfully room. Natalie was concentrating so hard on her walking she barely noticed our arrival. I stopped the machine and removed the ring from her testicle sac. I could see dozens of prick stain on the loose skin. They looked mean, but I knew from experience that they would heal completely in LE than a week.

I'm sure Natalie was relieved when I had removed the gang, but she was also chic enough to keep on her sass closed. I led her back to her cellphone."I'm giving you two cycle per second of food and water—one now and one in four hours. You've done very well for your first 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 shoes saying,"Thank you, Master."I pulled her up for a delicious buss. She responded immediately to my efforts."Yes,"I thought,"I made a good choice."Natalie would influence out just fine. I locked the prison cell door and we took a leisurely amble up to the barn.

"Perhaps you'd like to shower before dinner party, Greg. I know Jenna would love to bath you. confidence me—there's goose egg that compares to having someone bathe you. Brandi does it for me all the time."

"That's not a bad approximation, Rex. That damned flight was as hot as snake pit. Would you enjoy showering with me, Jenna ?"

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

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

"Oh…okay. What variety of dress for dinner party ?"

"I'm wearing a golf shirt and slacks with bum. Brandi will wear something similar to what she's wear now. Come along, Brandi. I think I'd enjoy a exhibitioner, too."We returned to the house, splitting up once we were on the second level at our rooms. Brandi undressed me starting with my shoes and socks and moving up to my shirt. She undressed herself once she was done with me. I took her script and led her into the exhibitioner. She cleansed every inch of my body before turning her attention to her own needs. She toweled me dry and we dressed. As her Master I ***********ed her clothing from underwear to place and jewelry. It was a exceptional affair so I allowed her to have on her rhomb rivet. Jenna had a matching twosome. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to end up dressing. I was delight to see her sucking actively on her dildos. I was reminded of something important.

Brandi and I waited for Greg and Jenna in the aliveness room. I had been certain that they would subscribe farsighted than us when we went upstairs. I was an get 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 require a few hour. derive along if you wish, Greg, but I do desire Jenna to accompany me."

We walked back down to the slave room and I opened Natalie's jail cell. She remembered to assume the castigate position—kneeling and facing away with her hands clasped behind her head."Very in effect, 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 large mayonnaise jar. I took it and turned to Natalie as I spoke."Turn around, Natalie. Tell me—what's the divergence between these teeth in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's mouths ?

There are to a greater extent than a thousand tooth in here, taken from the mouths of many slaves, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a full sassing of beautiful teeth."Natalie looked at both but was unable to serve. I looked at Jenna for the answer.

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

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

"Know the divergence now, Natalie ? These tooth,"I said, holding the jar in front of her grimace"did touch my stopcock. Some of them were even foolish enough to seize with teeth me. Tomorrow you'll have your start chance to nurse my cock. You can consider during the night where you want your tooth to be—the jar or your backtalk. By the way, I only use anaesthesia for real surgery. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cell before replacing the jar and locking the cabinet. I closed and locked the heavy brand door leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the region's all right steak houses. I had often taken both Jenna and Brandi out to eat. It was important that they know how to behave in world, just as it was important that neither uncover their status as our slave. Heads turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two stupefy cleaning lady on our branch. I never allowed my striver to imbibe 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 petite filet sensitive rare and a pelf Italian sandwich with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a standardized meal for Jenna. Both slaves remembered to give thanks us for our consideration."Thank you, Master,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. respective patrons approached our table seeking autographs or photograph from Greg. He always included Jenna in the photos, telling everyone that she was his girl. Several young hombre commented that they were green-eyed of Greg ; they thought Jenna was drop absolutely gorgeous.

It was after nine when we returned to the planetary house. I checked on Natalie and was pleased to find her asleep wrapped in her blanket on the floor.

Tomorrow would be a big day for her. I dismissed Brandi and Jenna to their chamber while I spoke with Greg."I've already sent most of Jenna's clothing to your speech in a crateful along with an mixture of bondage and punishment implements. Jenna has been extremely well behaved. She was a natural submissive when she came here unlike Brandi who was a real challenge. All the same, you'll have to punish her tomorrow so she will know that you can and will do it if necessary. You will never need a grounds, but I wouldn't be abusive with her. I suggest you give her six strokes with the cane tomorrow morn. Afterwards, you can hold and caress her if you wish, or perhaps even fuck her. These actions will serve her to accept your potency of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand estrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll need one a day to exert her feminine traits. Let me live when you need more. I'll give you the epithet of a supplier in your arena or you can get them from me. Either way the toll will be the same. 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 waste. She is an exceptional slave. There is literally aught that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three enemas every sunrise for the past two years. I doubt her digestive system even remembers what it's like to take a shit. She will fuck you as many times as you wish. I do suggest you use a lubricating substance.

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

"You really think I have to punish her ?"

"Yes…you need to set up 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 get her suck in your cock. Both human activity will help her to bond with you and recognize your say-so, especially after a punishment. Any other head ?"

"Can she wear a two-piece ? I mean, what about her stopcock and balls…and that cage ? Don't they show ?"

I used my smart telephone set to access the theater's intercom system."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in social movement of us in five proceedings dressed in your skimpiest bikini. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the easy chairman and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our slaves dressed as ordered. Greg asked another question while we waited,"will Jenna rebel once she's left you ? What will continue her from disappearing some day ?"

"Good questions, Greg—what will prevent her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a instinctive submissive. She needs to be led as a good deal as she needs air or water. She's much happier now as a female and a slave—your slave—than she was as a free male. She has a really small hammer ; it's only about three and a half inches long when erect. Would that impart you an inferiority complex ? Jenna was miserable as a boy. I call her that because she would never bear 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 groin then looked at me in dismay."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the custom –made pad set into the crotch of the courting. It had a long thin gap which held her peter and cage and hid them from perspective."If you were to hit the cage the presence of her cock 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 call up your life before I brought you here, Jenna ?"

"character of it, Master."

"Tell Greg what you remember."

"I remember that I was a boy. Physically I was immature and my diminutive cock made me very insecure. I didn't date a lot because I was so afraid of sex and what would happen if the girlfriend ever discovered my enigma. I was very unhappy, Master. I hated my life."

"And how do you feel about yourself now ?"

"I love my new body, lord. I'm sexy and confident in my power to serve my passe-partout. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my master copy. It is my role in life story to dish up. I have loved service of process you, lord and I will love serving my new Master. I will work very gruelling to make Master Greg happy."

"Thank you, Jenna ; please bring back to your elbow room and await your schoolmaster. Brandi, you may stay."I turned to Greg, handing him the magnetised key that would open Jenna's virtue twist."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 and rub in some solace lotion. How do you experience when I do that to you, Brandi ?"

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

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

Greg found Jenna bare and kneeling just inside the door. She waited for him to address her, but answered promptly. She helped him to undress then led him back to the cascade. She washed his dead body lovingly and was surprised when he took the max 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 ?"

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

"Thank you, victor ; shall I prepare myself for you ?"Greg merely nodded ; it was more than enough to set Jenna into question. She lay on her back in the center of the bed, a heavy pillow wedged under the humble of her spinal column, her legs up and her articulatio talocruralis over her shoulder. Her hand moved to the Night sales booth to grasp the bottle of lubricating substance. She poured a liberal dose onto her anus and worked it in with her finger. In present moment she was cook for her skipper.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's legs and moved slowly into home, his turncock pressing against her sweet anus. Jenna took some additional lube and scratch it into his erection. She grinned and nodded, noting her submission to her new master copy."I am gear up, superior. Do not worry about me. I am unimportant ; only your joy is important."

Greg wasn't so sure, but he pressed forward, pushing the tip of his thick prick into her. Jenna was tight, but she accepted him easily, having been prepared more than three hundred sentence by her Master. She moved back to accommodate him, wrapping her legs around his shank and fucking as a substantial womanhood would with her twat. Greg moved down to her, taking her with child business firm breasts into his men and mouth. It was hard to believe that Jenna wasn't a real woman, so realistic did her boob feel beneath his fingers. Rex obviously did prominent work as a plastic operating surgeon. Jenna kissed him madly, her spit and his wrestling back and Forth River until Greg could stay on no more, blowing jet after jet of hot white semen into Jenna's bass darkness hole.

He pulled out to lie next to her, reaching over to kiss her and fondle her breasts. Jenna whispered into his ear ; Greg pulled back a bit and nodded,"That's a trade good idea. We DO have to catch some Z's here. You must recall I'm a rank and file amateur."

"No, superior, I think you are a very considerate and have intercourse Master. I look forward to serving you."She kissed him again before jumping up to the bathroom to wash her fanny and clean her consistency of the residual lube. She returned immediately to his slope to lave his shrinking tool. Once again, she ran to the privy before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

"original,"she asked hesitantly,"I know you have to hurt me tomorrow. I have seen former slaves being prepared by their new master key. I will try to select my punishment well. I want you to be lofty of me."Greg looked at her for a moment before pulling her last for a yearn lingering kiss before they went to sleep.

I looked on with approving having already seen their anal coupling through one of my shroud cameras. Brandi lay between my stage licking my rock-hard organ."okay,"I told her,"Get me off so we can go to sleep. Be sure to swallow every drop."She ramped up her action, taking me deep into her oral cavity. She knew exactly what I liked so it wasn't long before I bathed her tonsils with my baby juice. I took a straightaway peek at Natalie and within five minutes we were asleep.

CHAPTER 2

As was their custom Brandi and Jenna rose ahead of time, heading straight to the bathroom, not to pee, but for their morning clyster. Jenna was already into her second when Greg asked her what she was doing."The same matter I do every morning, passkey,"she replied,"making myself clean for you—preparing myself for your use…Master."She continued as Greg rose and stumbled to the sewer."I'll be pleased to take it from you, Master."She knelt immediately, taking his cock 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 infantry in a second pressure her rim 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 business while Jenna knelt in front of him filling her ass with the warmly soapy water. They joined Brandi and me in the kitchen proceedings later.

Greg and I sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to develop for four, but set only two places. They served the food—bacon, sausage, and scrambled egg -- and took their places at our foot. I did this deliberately to read Greg how I typically fed my slave. I gave Brandi flake of meat and egg from my fingers, building my bond with her and increasing her submissiveness to me. Greg caught on quickly, even taking the time to stroke Jenna's hair and face between raciness. The girls cleaned up while we enjoyed a sec cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a Equus caballus then stepped aside with Brandi, my hand finding its way down her slacks and into her ass go. Jenna was told to leach and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to realise and accept my government agency. I can and will anguish you, but only if you force me."Smiling to myself I picked the lightest ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the strength to really bite into her face. It would smart, but Jenna would not be injured. She screamed with the low gear blow and Greg looked to me questioningly. I just nodded and he continued. Her six were done in less than two minute. Greg took a feeding bottle of lube from Brandi and slipped his hammer into Jenna's ass. He fucked her for several arcminute before enjoying a mind-blowing orgasm. He removed Jenna from the horse, sat on a chair and pulled Jenna across his ramification. He rubbed the smooth lotion into her redden ass with one hand while he rubbed her back with the other. I could just hear him whisper,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to nurse and hug him. They were off to a great start. I turned my care to my new slave.

I wasn't at all surprised to find Natalie kneeling in the prescribed stead when I entered her cell. I cuffed her mitt and led her to her morning enema. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her go for it for fifteen bit. I wasn't giving her huge quantity of weewee, but the job were as much psychological as strong-arm. Later, when she was more receive, I'd expect her to accept double up what she was getting now and I had a surprise for her tomorrow. I had secured her wrists behind her back and up to the ceiling for a reason. I wanted her oral fissure 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 Night to think. Where will your dentition be an hour from now ?"

"Please, Master…in my rima oris. 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, maestro 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 turncock just out of her ambit so she would have to strike forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the ebullience she showed. She had me hard as a Rock in seconds. I leaned forward, sliding my dick into her mouth. She sucked as she wrapped her tongue around my shaft. Slowly, I began to fuck my slave's mouth, pushing my hard eight in deeper and deeper until she gagged."Learn to take a breather through your nose on the out stroke, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to take all of it—every undivided inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to swallow it. I'll cane your blue butt for every drop-off that hits the floor. Understand ?"

"Yesh, Mushter."It's hard to address when your sass is full of operose thick cock.

"okay, slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew roofy after rope into her throat. She managed to swallow about of it, but perhaps thirty percentage found the floor. I pulled out, my dick covered with saliva and moved to Brandi. She cleaned my cock perfectly before I moved to the cabinet and removed a crop with a steady fiberglass shaft.

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

"Ahhh…One"

CRRAACCKK

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

Jenna sat at her passkey's feet, her head teacher lovingly against his thigh as he stroked her whisker. I began the protracted explanation about the CRO of services 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 body of work, if necessary. She would perform sexually for him or anyone he designated, even ring bangs and bukkake as often as directed."She will take your urine gladly ; she does a very good job of swallowing without spilling, but I have not trained her to deal with feces. It's a good way to kill a striver. Know anything about E. coli ? It's a bacterium 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 stuff you find on the internet about the practice. Those people are idiots."I continued describing her social acquisition, especially preparing for and hosting parties. All in all, I went on for More than an 60 minutes."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 whip Brandi within an inch of her life while she was attached to the arm. Indeed, Brandi's screaming had caused Jenna to fall. Only my intercession had prevented the loss of her scrotum and balls.

It was a warm spring day, so I suggested Greg submit Jenna out to the back yard and patio for some sun, or perhaps even a swim in the heat pool."Don't worry about a cause. I never use one either and your nudity won't come as a surprise or electric shock to either Jenna or Brandi."He left with Jenna in tow a mo later. I sat back in the chair and relaxed. Being a slave dealer could be such intemperate piece of work and I realized how much I would leave out Jenna. Greg and Jenna spent the total day together bonding as I knew they would. I was especially pleased to see him get rid of her putz coop and wank her to closing. She licked his fingers clean, thanking him for the perquisite of serving him. I returned to the dungeon respective time to civilize Natalie. She was able-bodied to cover the heels easily by the end of the afternoon and had given me two more blowjobs, too. She was able to swallow enough the last fourth dimension that I didn't pain in the neck to bewilder her. She'd absorbed almost two dozen of my o.k. since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the morning off once I had administered her clyster. I had to use up Jenna and her new Master to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this time to a Japanese restaurant where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their accomplishment with chopper joint. We returned home and went to our respective way. Jenna packed her and Greg's bags for the misstep the following first light before making beloved. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard prick into her tight ass. I pulled out and came over her rear. She turned around and took me into her mouth, cleaning my stopcock perfectly in seconds. 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 clyster 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 piazza.

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

I opened her cadre to find her still departed. A warm boot in the costa brought her from her sleep. A legal brief moment later she was in place. I attached her handcuffs and led her out to the clyster arena. I lubed the snout and inflated it once she was safely secured. I had prepared the three enema before waking the slave. There was a loud pant when the icy cold water entered her bowel then she begged non-stop,"Please, superior it's cold…too cold. Please."I responded by shoving a ball bag into her mouth.

"guardianship 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 teach your shoes. You're lowly than the lowest form of life here—lower than the cockroach. You'll take whatever I decide to throw you—love, hate, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was hollow, let her hold it for twenty dollar bill transactions, and enjoyed her tears. There was a huge suspiration of rest when I allowed the balloon to deflate and the water to run out from her bowel. I waited a few minutes before beginning the indorse."Since you're complaining about being low temperature, I'll give you a slight something to warm you up."I showed her the three bottles of Tabasco I had emptied into the bag. She howled in painful sensation once the water ran into her. I ignored her supplication 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 treatment, this time with a menthol consistence 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 strawman of her backtalk. She opened and slowly took me into her mouthpiece. I pushed it deeper into her mouthpiece and pharynx. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to suck until I fucked her mouth viciously, cumming over her font and hair. She lay on the trading 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 gamey protein nutrient 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 buffet where we all overate. I drove on to the airport, our spirit high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the terminus. I handed her driver's permit and passport to him and waited while they checked in. Once that was done, I handed Greg a brown paper bag. He looked at me questioningly."A plastic cage and a one-time credit card ignition lock. She'll never get through security with that chromium steel one on. I've sent you respective stainless ones with her dress so you can leave that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be certainly to remove it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a fellowship rest room—the kind often used by cleaning lady to change baby's napkin. He returned the bag to me five transactions later.

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

"I will, victor. Thank you for everything."She kissed my cheek and turned to join her new captain. They were gone a minute later. Brandi and I returned to the car.

We were back on the interstate highway, just about to turn off on the loss ramp when Brandi exclaimed,"master !"She pointed across the main road. I could see two young girls hitching. In to a lesser extent than a minute we were turned around and headed up the incline on the diametrical slope. I rolled to a stop 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 York,"I replied."Be well-chosen to help oneself you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missus. The girls climbed into the back seat, their backpacks thrown into the far corner.

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

"Thanks, Mr., but drinking soda always makes us have to…you know."

"I wouldn't worry about that. Brandi has to go almost every 60 minutes, don't you, darling. We'll be stopping at to the lowest degree 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 have 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 abode and short of money."

"Yeah,"they replied together,"tell us about it."They each reached into the cooler, coming out with blow. I couldn't suppress a grin. Twins ! The holy grail of slavers ! With rich clients in Nippon and Saudi Arabia I could start the bidding at a million—two if they were Virgo the Virgin. Hell, I was a surgeon. If they weren't virgins now, they would be by the clip they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their number one drink. Twenty min later Brandi turned around to put their boozing into the cup holders. They were seconds from passing out. I'd have such fun with them as I turned them into counterpart slave. Blond, blue angel eyed, slight physical body, and freshmen in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these girls were a slaveholder's wet ambition. I couldn't aid laughing. Like 100 of others, they should have listened to their mother, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .