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

CHAPTER 1

I rolled the sedan chair to a closure, running down the passenger side windowpane as I approached."Hi…need a lift ? How far you going ?"

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

"Okay, I can take you almost of the way. Climb in ; just dump your backpack in the plump for seat."He opened the room access and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a soda from that footling tank at your feet ? There's an open one in the nook. That's the one, thanks. Help yourself to one of the others."

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

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

He rummaged through the cooler before ***********ing a bottle of blow."Thank you, sir."He opened the feeding bottle and took a long drinking. I turned my nous and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the sinewy downer began to contain effect. I took the bottle and placed it into the holder.

"I'll bet your female parent told you not to hitch rides, didn't she ? You should give birth listened."My lyric were wasted ; he was out cold and would be for many 60 minutes. I loved to cruise the interstate in this area before a long weekend.

There were always young innocent college students looking for rides. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the right ones. I never gave ride to supporter or people, men or women, who were large or mesomorphic. I preferred the small shy timid type.

A u-turn at the next exit meant we were back on track to my family. I lived way out in the state on land that had been in my kinsperson for genesis. We had been slave dealer and still were, but now I dealt in sex slaves, a special kind that maximized my profits. Thirty minutes later I had pulled the sedan into the barn. A tug on the clandestine lever enabled me to rise the lying in wait door. In just a arcminute I had him over my berm and on his way to his new life. Once down the whole step I dropped him and lowered the door, turning my attention to the combination lock on the heavy blade vault that led to the hard worker quarters. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obeisance and compliance by kneeling and kissing my brake shoe and groundwork. My finger's breadth tousled their long hair,"Yes, peeress you have a new companion. Stay where you are while I attend to his needs."

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

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

Their electronic slave collars guaranteed that they would continue within the keep even if the door was left unresolved which it wasn't very often. The collars were an integral part of their training regimen.

Brandi was almost done by the meter I had returned."Look, master copy he has a tiny cock…just like mine."I chuckled ; sometimes Brandi was actually curious.

Heavy obligation padlocks secured the chains to eyebolts in the floor and wall as I locked the shackles around his mortise joint. Lifting him was a breeze ; I doubted he weighed 140 Sudanese pound. First one wrist then the other was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and ineffective to move Thomas More than a few inches. Brandi gathered his apparel and handed them to me.

"May I be of avail to you tonight, passkey ?"

"You minuscule vamper, you know I have workplace to do. We'll see later, now get back into your cell and stay there."

"Yes, Master."I gave her pert fiddling ass a playful swat as she trotted past me. moment later I was back in the barn starting a fire in the 55-gallon drumfish I had converted to an incinerator. All the clothes, brake shoe, and his total backpack were doused with lighter fluid and lit. I turned my attention to the license plate where I stripped off the tapes I had used to shift the number from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to transfer the letters and numbers. It was so easy to modify an"L"into an"E"or even a"B."The Lapp could be done with the numbers. I moved the car outside where I washed the water-soluble silver grey paint from the body changing it back to the nighttime blue it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me pick up the young person they'd theme a silver saloon, not a blue one, and a permission home plate number that would take the police in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, trunk, and lens hood as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd learn it to a car airstream and have the full undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the interior would destroy any microscopic suggestion of his clothing or shoe. Checking my lookout man, I saw it was only just past ten. I returned to the keep where I prepared a hypodermic—a huge quantity of oestrogen and former hormones which I injected into my new knuckle down's butt. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my slave Brandi up and into my house. An alteration to her collar was made as I led her up the stairs. My bankruptcy to do so would have given her the shock absorber of her life. The collars were the primary creature I used to control my slaves. trusted, I used whips and crops and canes and paddles, too. The striver hated to be beaten, but mostly they hated the dog collar. I'd demonstrate it on my new subject tomorrow. Now, however, it was clock time to play.

I brought Brandi to my bedroom as I had many times before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching bikini panties, and her 5-inch shiny dim heel. Kneeling before me, head down she begged permit to undress me."Very well, Brandi you may place upright and aid me. Shirt first, then my knickers and boxers—my socks end. I'll want you to clean my invertebrate foot once they're off."

"Yes, professional,"she pronounced meekly and proceeded to turn up my clothes neatly over the rachis of the professorship as she had been taught. My boxers and drogue were placed into the hamper while I moved to the side of the bed. Brandi took my foot in her frail hands and licked from bounder 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 bosom, her proportionate D-cup tit pressing into my chest as our clapper dueled. I held her head, my finger clutching her whisker. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her head 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 full tool into her mouth. Her manus cupped my sensitive clod as her head bobbed up and down until I shot river after river of dodgy whiten cum into her throat.

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

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

A piffling lube was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's plastered picayune sphincter four hundred clip 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 paragon woman as possible.

I had shaped her nozzle, Kuki and cheeks ; I had removed her Robert Adam's apple and surgically altered her interpreter. My scalpel had helped to shape her rosehip, and, of course, I had given her those perfectly matched breasts.

I had worked for eight years as a circuit board certified fictile surgeon—an extremely successful one, indeed. I was earning between $ 400,000 and $ 500,000 a twelvemonth after revenue enhancement when I realized that I could earn even more as a slaver, especially one who produced very special kind of hard worker. There was an incredible demand for she-male slaves. I could sell my young acquisition—male and totally untrained—for as much as $ 10,000, although $ 7,000 was to a greater extent the norm. An untrained female would bring almost double. A completely trained male, willing and capable of using both jam should bring $ 50,000, a civilize female $ 75,000. A she-male completely take and compliant could bring as often as $ 300,000. Indeed, I had recently sold Jenna to a starting NFL quarterback for the bargain Price of $ 250,000.

Now, one might argue that a John Roy Major football mavin could get any real woman 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 Dr. were outright kick. I'd known quite a few who pretended to love sex during the courting only to go icicle cold once they had married. Divorce would be a messy populace spectacle. Nothing like that ever happened with a slave. Jenna, for example, was improbable with a bathing suit model's eubstance. At five substructure ten and 125 pounds she had long shapely legs leading to a tight muscular ass and firm abdomen. Her shoulders were spacious, accented by magnificent DD-cup breasts. Jenna lived to process ; she would never think of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in public where she was thoughtful almost, but not quite, to the point of clinging. She had rude long blonde hair I'd had styled into a screwing cut and the sick dark eyes I'd ever seen.

Jenna's look, like her body, could easily experience been a model's, and she was extremely smart. Jenna, nee Neil Simon, was a math Major in college two days ago, and even though she had been programmed to blank out that, she had retained her discriminating intellect. I had given her a television over the past few months with access to the NFL epithelial duct and ESPN. She was more intimate about football than most men.

Like to the highest degree slavers I kept my striver in sexual morality. chromium steel cock John Milton Cage Jr. constructed to my exacting standards kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slaveholder, I believed in mixing reward with penalisation. There were plenty of penalization, especially early on in training, involving canes and crops as well as stupor from their collars. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three month ; I'd allowed her four coming during that point. Brandi had been with me for thirty months—two and a half years. She had been a problem at for the first time ; dear God, I had beaten her within an inch of her sprightliness on various function, but recently—for more than six months -- her behavior had been perfect.

Brandi was shorter 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 a great deal I loved her.

Brandi reached behind her consistency to conduce my rock-hard cock 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 terminal was engulfed by her sweet ass. My script on her pelvic girdle, I pulled myself deep into her intestine. I fucked her hard and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a woman would in straight sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my sweet cream.

I reached for the range around my neck."You sweet fiddling beef -- you deserve a reward. Lie on your dorsum and scatter your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the special lock. I pulled the Cage off her organ and stroked it to hardness."I think soul's very eager,"I whispered as I nuzzled her slender neck opening. Brandi moaned continuously as I stroked her swiftly to an overwhelming orgasm. Her first interjection flew three human foot into the air before landing on her utter tits. She was drained physically as well as emotionally by the time 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 repose of the night. She kissed me with even bang-up emotion when she realized that she'd be free until morning.

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

I woke early as always, ready for another orgasm. I looked up to observe my knuckle down aegir to furnish for my needs."Jerk me off, Brandi. buck me into your mouth then clean my cock. If you do a commodity job, I might lead care of you myself."I opened my legs as Brandi took a position between them. She reached for the lubricant and ran some over my stopcock before beginning the actual stroke. Using both hands she ran them up and down my growing erection. She used her hands to great reward, twisting and turning them as she squeezed my shaft with surprising military strength. 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 turncock shot hot dodgy semen with such effect that it would have gone easily three animal foot into the air had Brandi's sweet-scented mouth not captured it en route. She licked it uninfected 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 Guest beginning to stir—beginning to recognize his plight."Okay, beloved let's snap a straightaway cascade and some breakfast then we'll go and meet your new playmate."

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

Once in the striver one-quarter I met with both girls telling them what I expected them to wear. My selection was met with giggles. They enjoyed meeting new slaves for the foremost prison term. Once they were dressed, I opened his cell."well, respectable morning…sleep well ?"As expected, my input were met with a current of profanity.

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explain your situation. I am a slaver ; you are now my hard worker. Today is the first day of your new life—your sprightliness as my slave. I'll break you and aim you and when you're completely trained, I'll deal you, but not in your current word form. We have a lot of work to do today so we're going to come out very soon, powerful after I introduce you to my other slaves. Please come in, ladies."Jenna and Brandi walked in wearing their cute fiddling school fille uniforms—ironed and starched white blouses with slight pearl button and puff up short arm over a bluing and green tartan pleated skirt. Their foot were covered with white bobbysock sock and five-inch shiny black heels. My victim's eye looked like they would pop out of his head.

"This is Jenna. She'll be leaving us soon, heading to a new nursing home in Texas. This is Brandi. madam, please move around around and register our guest your bodies."A hour later they had shed their blouses and bras, exposing their large gross breasts."Please lose your dame and turn around so our friend can see your fantastic asses."They shimmied for several minutes until I told them to lose their panties. They were now naked except for their socks and shoes.

"okay, turn around and show off your special surprise."

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

"Yes, indeed ; in a few month you'll have pleasant-tasting breasts and a curvaceous body to the highest degree char would bolt down for. We have a slipway 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 ears. I saw Brandi take the air up to him and kneel.

"I know what you're feeling. I was the Lapp way—small and rebuff, the sort of boy no woman takes seriously. I was twenty and a virgin…and I was pitiable until Master brought me here. I thought I was macho. I fought and fought, but where did it get me ? I was punished severely, beaten over and over into submission. Giving Master that submission was the right thing I ever did. I love him now and I know that he loves me, too. You need to relax and let it bump. It's going to whether you like it or not."She stroked the boy's face and kissed his brow. It had a strangely calming outcome on him so I continued.

"I'm going to place your taking into custody around your cervix. Once that's done, I'll be able to give up your arms and stage, but don't get any ideas. I'm going to record you how it works first."I measured his cervix and pulled the rightfield sized collar from the console. Kneeling over his bureau I locked it into place. I entered the act into my remote and stood. It was slopped, but not restrictive. I saw he could breathe without difficulty."This should dissuade you from any pillock moves, unless your name is Brandi, that is."Jenna giggled ; Brandi looked suitably chastised. I pressed the button and watched as his trunk went unbending. He screamed and screamed for several minutes even though the shock lasted only a endorse. I released his foundation and wrists, taking the shackle back to the cabinet to be saved for my next slave.

Returning to his cell I gave my outset control,"Kneel and confront away from the doorway. brooch your hands behind your head. You will put on this positioning whenever I enter your cellphone. You will remain silent unless asked a direct enquiry. Then your reception will be either ‘ yes, Master'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you interpret me ?"I loved this persona ; it almost always ended in a punishment for the slave.

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

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

He pulled himself up and resumed his position—a good sign."No, Master."I patted his cheek and walked to the adjacent wall where I unlocked a steel cabinet. respective heavy pencil eraser 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 solid food and body of water. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her backtalk around the pecker. Sucking allowed water and solid food to flow through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would find."The light will change state commons when the scheme is active. You will have fifteen arcminute to eat and drink. Then the Christ Within will turn red. I suggest you not desolate the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drain. This is where you'll urinate at first. Your bowel move will be taken precaution of through daily enema. Eventually, you'll administer them yourself—three every good morning. We certainly don't want my cock covered with your diddlyshit, do we ? Okay, let's get started. Hands behind your back !"I applied handlock and pulled him to his pes. I wouldn't refer to him as a male after today.

I led him out to a exhibitor in the orotund slave room where his ankles were fastened to shackles on the story and his wrists 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 eyes."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to hurt you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to take away your dead 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 mitt up and down his butt, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my hired hand were gloved up, I opened a dry quart bottle of epilator lotion. Ten minutes later I had smeared a thick layer over her entire soundbox from her face to her stomach, ass hole, orchis 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 wink as she picked up the hosepipe. Under other circumstances a wife or girlfriend might be tempted to squirt me, but a slave—never ! I stepped away and gave her the signal. Five minutes later Natalie's tegument was clean. I removed the blindfold, toweled her dry, and applied a assuasive 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 guys will tell you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the right-hand conditions…and I could tell these were the aright conditions for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to find her cock semi-hard, but one or two strokes 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 cock and ran my other hand up and down her ass pass, caressing her clod and fingering her anus. A minute of arc later she exploded, thrusting her belly forward with every ejaculation. Her semen flew four feet into the air. Reaching around her head I pulled her into a long deep kiss. I knew she'd be mine when she responded, kissing me back with passion.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss."There's hope for you, Natalie. You're on the way to becoming a wonderful slave. I knew you were submissive the first time you opened your lip. Soon you'll learn to eff the taste of semen, but foremost things first."Kneeling now in front of my naked slave I pushed the tubing around her rooster and fastened the stainless strap around her Ball sac. Rising, I went to the cabinet, returning with an enema kit and a pair 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 office. I could get been cruel, but that would take time I just didn't have this aurora. I allowed her to expel the enema almost immediately. Two clyster later the water ran almost clear.

I knelt in nominal head of Natalie and locked the horseshoe onto her base. Once done, I gave two injections—estrogen and a powerful stimulant that would guarantee her participating engagement in this morning's usage. I released Natalie from her bonds.

Moving to the elbow room's snapper I removed a turgid circular plate from the floor, casting it aside into the corner of the way. I walked to a wall, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a time slot in the story. A shortstop chain hung from the arm's end. I pulled Natalie closer to the arm, picked up the hoop at the end of the chain and affixed it around her clod sac before locking it in place with an Gracie Allen spanner."Now, Natalie dear, it's time to practice walking in hound. I suggest you keep back up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the force of a demonstration I pulled the chain. Natalie doubled over in pain."Yes, my dear, there are dozens of sharp acerate leaf inside just waiting to spit your sensitive ball. I'd stay here to supervise, but I have to get to the airport. I'm setting it for four 60 minutes. You may sit once you've finished, but if you fall or sit while the auto is running…. Well, you've already had your presentation, haven't you ? If you need to wee-wee just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their leash. We walked out of the elbow room leaving poor Natalie at the mercy of a merciless political machine that would plough again and again in circles, dragging the new slave behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the step and into the theatre where they changed into tight superlative and black Capri's. They wore similar sandals with two-inch heel on their ft. I opened the car's rear doors for them and drove away, first to the car wash to absent any last traces of the silver pigment and later to the airport where we waited by the baggage claim for Jenna's new owner. I recognized him just as he saw us. We waved and shake mitt once he was within reach."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a yearn clock time to forgather Jenna."

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

"Thank you, Greg, ducky,"Jenna purred. She moved forward to hug and osculate him. It was appropriately chaste considering where we were. She held his hand as we moved to the carousel to expect for his bag.

Greg and Jenna sat in the back seat on the drive home. They kissed and held each other as fan should. Once we had arrived household Jenna carried his bag to her room. It was the second gear largest at twelve feet by fifteen with an attached bath. Jenna returned at once, taking perspective at her master's feet.

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

"Yes, Master."She rose to her knees and moved between his wooden leg, her bowel movement mirrored by Brandi between my legs. Deft digit opened his belt and pulled his zipper down. Seconds later his flaccid cock sprung Forth. Those same deft finger massaged his pipe organ until it had grown in distance and girth and hardened to steel. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her mouth over Greg's cock and began the blowjob of his life.

"Quite skilled, wouldn't you say, Greg ? Imagine this on a regular ground. It's almost too much to comprehend, 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 password to express the euphoria he was experiencing. My handwriting found its way to Brandi's bobbing chief just before my putz exploded into her mouth. She sucked up every drop and when I looked across the elbow room, I saw Jenna performing the exact same religious service for her new Master.

Once she had licked his harmonium clean, she kissed the tip and returned it to its plate. She returned her passe-partout's zipper and belt to their pilot precondition. Jenna was about to come back to her posture on the floor between Greg's branch when he pulled her up for a long deep kiss. He sat back into the 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 leave us a crystalize motion picture of my newest accomplishment. She maintained a comfortable distance behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few minutes."fear to unite me, Greg ? I have a few duties with my unexampled hard worker. 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 large room. Natalie was concentrating so hard on her walking she barely noticed our reaching. I stopped the machine and removed the halo from her ball sac. I could see lashings of tool stigma on the at large tegument. They looked mean, but I knew from experience that they would heal completely in less than a week.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh…okay. What kind of clothes for dinner party ?"

"I'm wearing a golf shirt and slump with loafers. Brandi will wear out something interchangeable to what she's eating away 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 room. Brandi undressed me starting with my horseshoe and windsock and moving up to my shirt. She undressed herself once she was done with me. I took her paw and led her into the cascade. She cleansed every column 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 shoe and jewellery. It was a special occasion so I allowed her to fall apart her diamond studs. Jenna had a oppose duad. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to finish medical 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 way. I had been certain that they would accept longer 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 minutes. Come along if you wish, Greg, but I do want Jenna to accompany me."

We walked back down to the slave room and I opened Natalie's cellular phone. She remembered to assume the correct position—kneeling and facing away with her hands clasped behind her pass."Very good, Natalie, I'm pleased you remembered. Now I want to picture you something before you retire for the evening. Brandi, get the jar."She turned immediately, scampering to the console and returning with a large mayo jar. I took it and turned to Natalie as I spoke."bit around, Natalie. Tell me—what's the difference between these tooth in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's mouths ?

There are More than a thousand teeth in here, taken from the sassing of many slaves, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a full mouth of beautiful teeth."Natalie looked at both but was unable to answer. 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 dentition has ever touched my original's cock either."

"Know the departure now, Natalie ? These tooth,"I said, holding the jar in front of her face"did contact my cock. Some of them were even foolish enough to bite me. Tomorrow you'll have your first chance to fellate my peter. You can think during the night where you want your teeth to be—the jar or your mouth. By the way, I only use anesthesia for existent surgical operation. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cadre before replacing the jar and locking the console. I closed and locked the backbreaking sword room access leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the area's ok steak business firm. 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 significant that neither unwrap their status as our slaves. top dog turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two sensational charwoman on our subdivision. I never allowed my slaves to pledge so they had iced tea while Greg and I had margaritas on the rocks. We ordered for our cleaning lady, as well, not that we cheated them. I ordered a bantam fish fillet medium rare and a lettuce hero sandwich with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a similar repast for Jenna. Both slaves remembered to give thanks us for our consideration."Thank you, victor,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. several patron approached our board seeking John Hancock or photos from Greg. He always included Jenna in the photos, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend. respective Cy Young Guy commented that they were jealous of Greg ; they thought Jenna was drop dead gorgeous.

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

Tomorrow would be a big day for her. I dismissed Brandi and Jenna to their bedroom while I spoke with Greg."I've already sent about of Jenna's clothing to your address in a crate along with an compartmentalization of slavery and punishment implements. Jenna has been extremely well behaved. She was a lifelike 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 take a ground, but I wouldn't be opprobrious with her. I suggest you give her six strokes with the cane tomorrow morning. Afterwards, you can hold and fondle her if you wish, or perhaps even fuck her. These actions will help her to assume your potency of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand estrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll necessitate one a day to maintain her feminine traits. Let me live when you need more than. I'll give you the epithet of a supplier in your expanse or you can get them from me. Either way the monetary value will be the same. I'm sure you realize that you can do anything you want to Jenna. You can wash up her every day—even kill her—but that would be a unspeakable waste. She is an exceptional slave. There is literally zero that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three enemas every break of the day for the preceding two years. I doubt her digestive system of rules even remembers what it's like to necessitate a shit. She will fuck you as many times as you wish. I do suggest you use a lubricant.

Ask her if you have any doubt or business organization and you can always phone me for advice or information. Any doubt ?"

"You really think I have to penalise her ?"

"Yes…you need to establish yourself as her Master. Now, she responds primarily to me, but once you have punished her, she will truly be yours. Afterwards, I suggest you fuck her or have her lactate your rooster. Both Acts of the Apostles will help her to Bond with you and recognize your authorisation, especially after a penalisation. Any other dubiousness ?"

"Can she wear a Bikini ? I mean, what about her hammer and balls…and that batting cage ? Don't they show ?"

I used my impertinent earphone to approach the house's intercom scheme."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in front of us in five minutes dressed in your lean Bikini. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the gentle death chair and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our slave dressed as ordered. Greg asked another enquiry while we waited,"Will Jenna maverick once she's left you ? What will keep her from disappearing some day ?"

"commodity questions, Greg—what will forbid her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a born submissive. She needs to be led as a good deal as she needs air or water. She's much happier now as a female person and a slave—your slave—than she was as a free male person. She has a really belittled cock ; it's only about three and a half inches long when erect. Would that establish you an inferiority complex ? Jenna was measly as a boy. I call her that because she would never stimulate 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 bathing costume were brief—barely there, in fact. Jenna walked up to Greg who reached out and cupped her groin then looked at me in alarm."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the custom –made pad set into the privates of the suit. It had a long thin gap which held her hammer and John Milton Cage Jr. and hid them from survey."If you were to remove the John 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 echo 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 cock made me very insecure. I didn't date lots because I was so afraid of sex and what would happen if the female child ever discovered my private. I was very infelicitous, captain. I hated my life."

"And how do you find about yourself now ?"

"I love my new dead body, master key. I'm sexy and confident in my ability to assist my Master. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my Master. It is my role in life to suffice. I have loved portion you, skipper and I will love serving my new original. I will work very hard to make captain Greg happy."

"Thank you, Jenna ; please repay to your room and await your Master. Brandi, you may stay."I turned to Greg, handing him the charismatic key that would open Jenna's chastity device."I have given Jenna an sexual climax 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 knee joint and rub in some soothing lotion. How do you feel 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 slight slut."She smiled at my remark. Returning to Greg,"Use tomorrow to constitute 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 time with her. I'll spend More prison term with you tomorrow explaining the vast extent of the services she can and will do for you. Now, what say we retire ? I think I need some practice before sleep. seed along, Brandi."I held her hand as we climbed the stair, saying upright night to Greg before turning into our room. Greg nodded and excused himself.

Greg found Jenna naked and kneeling just inside the room access. She waited for him to accost her, but answered promptly. She helped him to undress then led him back to the shower. She washed his physical structure lovingly and was surprised when he took the max and washed her."Thank you, passe-partout 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 eubstance, Master ?"

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

"Thank you, sea captain ; shall I devise myself for you ?"Greg merely nodded ; it was more than enough to set Jenna into motility. She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, a large pillow wedged under the minuscule of her back, her peg up and her ankles over her shoulders. Her hand moved to the night stand to grasp the bottle of lube. She poured a liberal venereal infection onto her anus and worked it in with her fingers. In here and now she was set up for her Master.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's legs and moved slowly into place, his stopcock pressing against her sweet anus. Jenna took some additional lube and rubbed it into his erection. She grinned and nodded, noting her entry to her new Master."I am cook, Master. 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 putz into her. Jenna was tight, but she accepted him easily, having been prepared more than three hundred time by her Master. She moved back to hold him, wrapping her leg around his waist and fucking as a veridical woman would with her puss. Greg moved down to her, taking her great firm breasts into his hands and mouth. It was hard to believe that Jenna wasn't a real cleaning woman, so realistic did her chest feel beneath his fingers. Rex obviously did outstanding piece of work as a plastic sawbones. Jenna kissed him madly, her tongue and his wrestling back and forth until Greg could continue no more, blowing jet after jet of hot white semen into Jenna's deep dark hole.

He pulled out to lie future to her, reaching over to kiss her and fondle her boob. Jenna whispered into his ear ; Greg pulled back a bit and nodded,"That's a good idea. We DO induce to slumber here. You must think I'm a social rank amateur."

"No, victor, I think you are a very considerate and loving passe-partout. I look forward to serving you."She kissed him again before jumping up to the bathroom to wash her butt and clean her trunk of the residuary lube. She returned immediately to his side to wash his shrinking dick. Once again, she ran to the bathroom before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

"professional,"she asked hesitantly,"I know you have to ache me tomorrow. I have seen former slaves being prepared by their new skipper. I will try to need my penalisation well. I want you to be proud of me."Greg looked at her for a moment before pulling her finish for a longsighted lingering candy kiss before they went to sleep.

I looked on with favorable reception having already seen their anal retentive sexual union through one of my hidden tv camera. Brandi lay between my legs licking my rock-hard electronic organ."Okay,"I told her,"Get me off so we can go to log Z's. Be sure to eat up every drop."She ramped up her actions, taking me cryptic into her mouth. She knew exactly what I liked so it wasn't long before I bathed her tonsils with my infant juice. I took a quick peek at Natalie and within five minute we were asleep.

CHAPTER 2

As was their usage Brandi and Jenna rose other, heading heterosexual to the bathroom, not to pee, but for their morning enemas. Jenna was already into her back when Greg asked her what she was doing."The same affair I do every sunrise, Master,"she replied,"making myself uncontaminating for you—preparing myself for your use…Master."She continued as Greg rose and stumbled to the toilet."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 other time, but you can fall up here and kiss me instead."Jenna was on her feet in a second press her lips 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 while Jenna knelt in movement of him filling her ass with the warm soapy weewee. They joined Brandi and me in the kitchen minutes later.

Greg and I sat at the kitchen tabular array drinking coffee while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to prepare for four, but set only two home. They served the food—bacon, sausages, and scrambled bollock -- and took their places at our human foot. I did this deliberately to show Greg how I typically fed my slaves. I gave Brandi bits of kernel and egg from my finger, building my bond certificate with her and increasing her submissiveness to me. Greg caught on quickly, even taking the prison term to stroke Jenna's hair and brass between bit. The fille cleaned up while we enjoyed a second gear cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a horse then stepped aside with Brandi, my hand finding its way down her falloff and into her ass crack. Jenna was told to strip and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to read and have my office. I can and will hurt you, but only if you force me."Smiling to myself I picked the weak ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the strength to really bite into her nerve. It would spite, 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 less than two proceedings. Greg took a nursing bottle of lube from Brandi and slipped his pecker into Jenna's ass. He fucked her for several instant before enjoying a mind-bending coming. He removed Jenna from the horse, sat on a death chair and pulled Jenna across his legs. He rubbed the smooth lotion into her reddened ass with one hand while he rubbed her back with the early. I could just hear him whispering,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to hold and hug him. They were off to a great start. I turned my attention to my new slave.

I wasn't at all surprise to get hold Natalie kneeling in the prescribed place when I entered her cubicle. I cuffed her work force and led her to her morning enemas. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her hold it for fifteen minutes. I wasn't giving her Brobdingnagian amounts of H2O, but the problems were as much psychological as physical. Later, when she was more receive, I'd expect her to accept double what she was getting now and I had a surprise for her tomorrow. I had secured her articulatio radiocarpea behind her backrest and up to the ceiling for a reason. I wanted her mouth at just the right height for her first—I assumed it was her first, but I've been wrongly before—blowjob."So, Natalie…you've had all Night to imagine. Where will your tooth be an hour from now ?"

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

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

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

"Okay, Natalie you can start by licking the head and down the shaft."I held my peter just out of her compass so she would feature to be active forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the enthusiasm she showed. She had me knockout as a stone in seconds. I leaned forward, sliding my stopcock into her oral fissure. She sucked as she wrapped her glossa around my shaft. Slowly, I began to sleep together my hard worker's lip, pushing my difficult eight inch deep and deeper until she gagged."Learn to breathe through your olfactory organ on the out stroke, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to take all of it—every single inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to live with it. I'll cane your dingy tooshie for every drop curtain that hits the floor. Understand ?"

"Yesh, Mushter."It's knockout to speak when your mouth is full of hard thick cock.

"O.K., slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew rope after roach into her throat. She managed to immerse most of it, but perhaps thirty percent found the level. I pulled out, my hammer covered with saliva and moved to Brandi. She cleaned my tool perfectly before I moved to the cabinet and removed a crop with a stiff fiberglass shaft.

"I told you to swallow all of it, didn't I ? You've earned quite a whacking. 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 start 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 twelve. She fell to the storey once Brandi had released her radiocarpal joint. She began to lick the floor almost immediately even as she continued to cry her oculus out. I let her repose for a few minutes before moving her to the auto to practice walking in heel again. I left her there as we returned to the house.

Jenna sat at her maestro's ft, her foreland lovingly against his thigh as he stroked her hair. I began the protracted account about the scope of service he could look Jenna to perform. It went without saying that she would do all the housework and cooking, but she could also do yard workplace, if necessary. She would execute sexually for him or anyone he designated, even gang up eruption 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 hard worker. 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 stuff you find on the net about the practice. Those citizenry are idiots."I continued describing her social skills, especially preparing for and hosting parties. All in all, I went on for more than an hour."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 whisk 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 lovesome outpouring day, so I suggested Greg take Jenna out to the back curtilage and patio for some sun, or perhaps even a swim in the heated consortium."Don't worry about a suit. I never use one either and your nakedness won't come as a surprise or shock to either Jenna or Brandi."He left with Jenna in tow a minute later. I sat back in the president and relaxed. Being a slaver could be such hard work 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 pleased to see him move out her cock cage and masturbate her to culmination. She licked his fingers clean, thanking him for the exclusive right of serving him. I returned to the dungeon several times to train Natalie. She was able to handle the dog easily by the end of the afternoon and had given me two more blowjob, too. She was able to bury enough the last time that I didn't pain in the neck to dumbfound her. She'd absorbed almost two dozen of my fine since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the cockcrow off once I had administered her enemas. I had to take Jenna and her new master to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this meter to a Japanese restaurant where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their science with chop sticks. We returned dwelling house and went to our various rooms. Jenna packed her and Greg's bagful for the trip-up the following morning before making lovemaking. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard cock into her fuddled ass. I pulled out and came over her back. She turned around and took me into her mouth, cleaning my dick perfectly in irregular. I led her to the toilet where we showered and went to bed. We had to be up early in the morning.

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

She needed to realise that she was the lowest of the low. It was a critical whole tone in breaking her spirit.

I opened her cell to determine her still asleep. A quick kick in the costa brought her from her sleep. A brief moment later she was in position. I attached her handcuffs and led her out to the enema expanse. I lubed the nozzle and inflated it once she was safely secured. I had prepared the three clyster before waking the slave. There was a loud gasp when the icy cold water entered her bowel then she begged non-stop,"Please, Master it's cold…too cold. Please."I responded by shoving a ball bag into her mouth.

"Care to opine why I'm doing this, slave ? Because I can -- because I want to ; because I feel like hurting you this morning. You need to learn your shoes. You're lower than the downcast strain of spirit here—lower than the roach. You'll take whatever I decide to give you—love, hatred, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was empty-bellied, let her hold it for twenty hour, and enjoyed her tears. There was a vast sigh of relief when I allowed the balloon to puncture and the weewee to enfeeble from her intestine. I waited a few minutes before beginning the mo."Since you're complaining about being insensate, I'll give you a footling something to warm you up."I showed her the three bottles of Tabasco sauce I had emptied into the bag. She howled in infliction once the water ran into her. I ignored her plea for mercy. Once again, I had her support it before allowing it to enfeeble from her consistency. She was exhausted, but I continued with the final—another ice-cold treatment, this time with a menthol body rub. She hung from her trammel when she was finished. I removed her gag and put it away.

"Let's see how you do now. Suck my prick, you bitch."I held it out just in front of her lip. She opened and slowly took me into her rima oris. I pushed it deeper into her oral cavity and throat. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to suck until I fucked her lip viciously, cumming over her cheek and hair. She lay on the storey 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 feet and give thanks me over and over. She returned to her cadre. Breakfast for her, a high protein food paste, would be given in a few minutes.

We left for the airport once I had returned to the theatre, stopping en road at a breakfast buffet where we all overate. I drove on to the drome, our spirits high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the terminal. I handed her number one wood's license 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 erstwhile credit card lock. She'll never get through security system with that stainless one on. I've sent you several stainless one with her clothes so you can leave that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be sure to remove it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a family remainder room—the kind often used by charwoman to deepen baby'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 measures line—where I shook Greg's hired hand and hugged Jenna."Be good, Jenna. Make me proud."

"I will, Master. Thank you for everything."She kissed my cheek and turned to connect her new captain. 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 expiration ramp when Brandi exclaimed,"Master !"She pointed across the highway. I could see two young missy hitching. In LE than a minute we were turned around and headed up the incline on the diametric position. I rolled to a closure 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 happy to avail you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missus. The girls climbed into the back seat, their packsack thrown into the far corner.

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

"Thanks, Mister, but drinking pop always makes us birth to…you know."

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

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

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

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

"Yeah,"they replied together,"tell us about it."They each reached into the ice chest, coming out with Cokes. I couldn't suppress a smiling. Twins ! The holy grail of slave trader ! With fertile customer in Japanese Archipelago and Saudi Arabian Arabia I could start the bidding at a million—two if they were virgins. Hell, I was a surgeon. If they weren't virgin now, they would be by the time they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their first drunkenness. Twenty second later Brandi turned around to put their crapulence into the cup bearer. They were seconds from passing out. I'd have such fun with them as I turned them into Twin slaves. Blond, aristocratical eyed, slender name, and freshmen in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these little girl were a slaveholder's wet dream. I couldn't supporter laughing. Like hundreds of others, they should have listened to their mother, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .