Forget all that crap 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 chair to a closure, running down the rider side window 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."

"okey, I can have you near of the way. Climb in ; just dump your backpack in the second seat."He opened the door and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a soda ash from that little cooler at your feet ? There's an heart-to-heart one in the turning point. 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. commencement of all, it's a longsighted ride, and 2d, I always bring extra. I like to have company and I remember when I was hitching back in college. Go on, help yourself."

He rummaged through the cooler before ***********ing a bottle of C."Thank you, sir."He opened the bottle and took a long drink. I turned my psyche and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the muscular sedative began to take core. I took the bottle and placed it into the holder.

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

There were always young clean-handed college students looking for rides. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the right 1. I never gave ride to supporter or citizenry, men or women, who were magnanimous or sinewy. I preferred the small shy diffident case.

A u-turn at the side by side expiration meant we were back on track to my house. I lived way out in the res publica on land that had been in my family for generations. We had been slave owner and still were, but now I dealt in sex hard worker, a special form that maximized my profit. XXX minutes later I had pulled the saloon into the barn. A tug on the confidential lever enabled me to lift the trap door. In just a hour I had him over my shoulder and on his way to his new animation. Once down the step I dropped him and lowered the door, turning my attention to the combination ignition lock on the heavy steel hurdle that led to the striver quarters. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obedience and entry by kneeling and kissing my shoes and groundwork. My finger's breadth tousled their long hair,"Yes, ma'am you have a new fellow traveler. Stay where you are while I attend to his needs."

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

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

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

Brandi was almost done by the fourth dimension I had returned."Look, master key he has a diminutive cock…just like mine."I chuckled ; sometimes Brandi was actually peculiar.

Heavy duty padlocks secured the chains to eyebolts in the level and wall as I locked the shackles around his ankles. Lifting him was a breeze ; I doubted he weighed 140 pounds. number 1 one wrist then the early was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and ineffectual to move more than a few inches. Brandi gathered his clothes and handed them to me.

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

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

"Yes, Master."I gave her pert little backside a playful swat as she trotted past me. proceedings later I was back in the barn starting a fire in the 55-gallon drums I had converted to an incinerator. All the clothes, shoes, and his integral backpack were doused with light-headed fluid and lit. I turned my attention to the license shell where I stripped off the tape I had used to interchange the number from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to change the alphabetic character and numbers. It was so slowly to convert an"L"into an"E"or even a"B."The same could be done with the phone number. I moved the car outside where I washed the water-soluble silver pigment from the body changing it back to the darkness blue it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me pick up the youth they'd report a smooth-spoken saloon, not a blue air one, and a license photographic plate phone number that would lead the police in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, proboscis, and hood as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd choose it to a car wash and have the entire undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the Department of the Interior would demolish any microscopic shadow of his clothing or shoes. Checking my watch, I saw it was only just past ten. I returned to the dungeon where I prepared a hypodermic—a vast measure of estrogen and other endocrine which I injected into my new knuckle down's butt. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my striver Brandi up and into my house. An adjustment to her choker was made as I led her up the stair. My failure to do so would have given her the stupor of her animation. The pinch were the principal instrument I used to control my slaves. Sure, I used whiplash and craw and canes and paddles, too. The slaves hated to be beaten, but mostly they hated the collars. I'd demonstrate it on my new subject tomorrow. Now, however, it was time to play.

I brought Brandi to my sleeping accommodation as I had many times before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching bikini panties, and her 5-inch shiny black blackguard. Kneeling before me, head down she begged license to undress me."Very well, Brandi you may stand and assist me. Shirt first, then my gasp and boxers—my socks last. I'll want you to strip my feet once they're off."

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

"ejaculate here and kiss me."I pulled her into an embrace, her symmetrical D-cup tit pressing into my chest as our tongues dueled. I held her head, my fingerbreadth clutching her hair. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her straits 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 dick into her mouth. Her handwriting cupped my sensitive balls as her head bobbed up and down until I shot river after river of tricky whitened cum into her throat.

I brought her up to me, kissing her and tasting my own ejaculate on her sass and clapper."I'm pulsation ; hunting always does it to me. C'mon, I want your ass sticking into me as we sleep."We spooned, Brandi lying in figurehead of me, my hand lightly cupping her breast, as we swiftly fell into a trench sleep.

I woke just after three, Brandi's ass exactly where I had left it. Twisting my body enabled me to reach my night sales booth 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 unworthy slave."She threw her leg over my body, giving me entree to her fanny door.

A niggling lube was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's tight niggling sphincter four hundred clock 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 idealistic woman as possible.

I had shaped her poke, chin and cheeks ; I had removed her Adam's Malus pumila and surgically altered her voice. My scalpel had helped to regulate her hips, and, of line, I had given her those perfectly matched breasts.

I had worked for eight years as a board 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 peculiar kind of hard worker. There was an incredible demand for she-male slave. I could sell my Pres Young acquisition—male and totally untrained—for as much as $ 10,000, although $ 7,000 was more the average. An untrained female would make for almost double. A completely trained male, leave and up to of using both kettle of fish should bring $ 50,000, a condition female $ 75,000. A she-male completely school and compliant could bring as much as $ 300,000. Indeed, I had recently sold Jenna to a starting NFL signal caller for the bargain Leontyne Price of $ 250,000.

Now, one might contend that a major football game whiz could get any real woman 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 physician were outright bitch. I'd known quite a few who pretended to love sex during the courtship only to go icicle cold once they had married. Divorce would be a messy populace spectacle. naught like that ever happened with a hard worker. Jenna, for object lesson, was tall with a swimwear manikin's consistency. At five feet ten and 125 pounds she had long shapely pegleg leading to a tight muscular ass and firm abdomen. Her articulatio humeri were blanket, accented by brilliant DD-cup breasts. Jenna lived to serve ; she would never reckon of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in public where she was attentive almost, but not quite, to the point of clinging. She had innate long blonde hair I'd had styled into a screwing cut and the sick blueish eyes I'd ever seen.

Jenna's grimace, like her consistence, could easily have been a model's, and she was extremely smart. Jenna, nee Marvin Neil Simon, was a math Major in college two years ago, and even though she had been programmed to forget that, she had retained her corking intellectual. I had given her a television over the past few months with access to the NFL canal and ESPN. She was more well-read about football than virtually men.

Like most slaveholder I kept my striver in chastity. Stainless dick cages constructed to my exacting standards kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slave dealer, I believed in mixing reward with penalization. There were great deal of penalisation, especially early on in training, involving canes and harvest as well as shocks from their collar. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three calendar month ; I'd allowed her four coming during that period. Brandi had been with me for XXX months—two and a half old age. She had been a problem at outset ; pricey God, I had beaten her within an inch of her lifespan on several function, but recently—for Sir Thomas More than six months -- her behavior had been perfect.

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

Brandi reached behind her trunk to lead my rock-hard dick 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 celestial pole was engulfed by her sweetly ass. My workforce on her hips, I pulled myself inscrutable into her bowel. I fucked her hard and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a cleaning woman would in straight sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my sweet cream.

I reached for the chain around my neck."You sweet niggling gripe -- you deserve a reward. Lie on your back and circularize your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the extra lock chamber. I pulled the Cage off her organ and stroked it to hardness."I think someone'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 feet into the air before landing on her perfect tits. She was drained physically as well as emotionally by the time it had ended. I ran my hands up and down her dead body, collecting her semen for her to figure out from my fingers. I kissed her again before placing the putz cage on the base for the rest of the nighttime. She kissed me with even greater emotion when she realized that she'd be exempt until morning.

"Don't worry Master -- the sole 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 coming. I looked up to find my slave eager to bring home the bacon for my pauperization."Jerk me off, Brandi. yank me into your mouth then clean-living my putz. If you do a good job, I might read guardianship of you myself."I opened my legs as Brandi took a position between them. She reached for the lube and ran some over my cock before beginning the actual stroking. Using both hired man she ran them up and down my growing erection. She used her hands to great advantage, twisting and turning them as she squeezed my shaft with surprising intensity. My thrusting venter told her that my orgasm was near, just as it had done century of times previously. Suddenly, Brandi's mouth was over my cock—and just in time—as I blew. Like a volcano, my hammer gibe hot knavish cum with such force that it would have gone easily three feet into the air had Brandi's Sweet oral cavity not captured it en route. She licked it clean house before I pulled her up my dead body for yet another hot long kiss. We lay back on the pillows as I turned on the TV.

We could see my new Guest origin to stir—beginning to recognize his plight."Okay, affectionately let's snap a quickly shower 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 needs. Out of the shower she dried me carefully and helped me to dress—tee shirt, boxers, and blue jean with jackanapes sandals on my foundation. Brandi returned her bra and panties to her body. Later, she would coiffe in make clean clothing that I would designate. We ate a quick breakfast of coffee and dusty cereal, carrying a tray down for Jenna. I had particular food for my new slave.

Once in the slave quarters I met with both girls telling them what I expected them to fall apart. My choice was met with giggles. They enjoyed meeting new hard worker for the first time. Once they were dressed, I opened his cadre."fountainhead, skillful morning…sleep well ?"As expected, my input were met with a stream of profanity.

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explain your situation. I am a slaver ; you are now my slave. Today is the first day of your new life—your life as my slave. I'll gaolbreak you and train you and when you're completely aim, I'll sell you, but not in your stream form. We have a lot of oeuvre to do today so we're going to start very soon, ripe after I introduce you to my early slaves. Please come in, ladies."Jenna and Brandi walked in wearing their cute piddling school day girl uniforms—ironed and starched Edward White blouses with picayune pearl button and heave short arm over a bluing and green plaid pleated doll. Their infantry were covered with ovalbumin bobbysock air-sleeve and five-inch glossy dim heel. My victim's heart looked like they would pop out of his head.

"This is Jenna. She'll be leaving us soon, heading to a new base in Texas. This is Brandi. Ladies, please sprain around and show our Edgar Albert Guest your bodies."A instant later they had shed their blouses and bras, exposing their big complete chest."Please lose your skirts and turn around so our friend can see your antic asses."They shimmied for several minutes until I told them to lose their pantie. They were now naked except for their air-sleeve and shoes.

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

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

"Yes, indeed ; in a few months you'll have voluptuous breasts and a curvy body most woman would belt down for. We have a mode to go before I operate on you."

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

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

"I'm going to place your apprehension around your neck. Once that's done, I'll be able to discharge your arms and legs, but don't get any ideas. I'm going to show you how it works first."I measured his neck and pulled the powerful sized collar from the cabinet. Kneeling over his chest I locked it into property. I entered the number into my remote and stood. It was tight, but not restrictive. I saw he could breathe without difficulty."This should dissuade you from any stupid moves, unless your epithet 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 min even though the shock lasted only a endorsement. I released his infantry and carpus, taking the hamper back to the cabinet to be saved for my next striver.

Returning to his cell I gave my first program line,"Kneel and face away from the threshold. Clasp your paw behind your chief. You will assume this position whenever I enter your cell. You will stay on tacit unless asked a place question. Then your responses will be either ‘ yes, master key'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you understand me ?"I loved this share ; it almost always ended in a punishment for the slave.

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

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

He pulled himself up and resumed his position—a good sign."No, Master."I patted his brass and walked to the adjacent wall where I unlocked a steel cabinet. Several prominent condom 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 food and body of water. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her sass around the dick. Sucking allowed weewee and food to flux through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would find."The light will grow special K when the scheme is active. You will throw xv second to eat and pledge. Then the light will turn red. I suggest you not waste the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drain. This is where you'll urinate at initiative. Your gut movements will be taken aid of through daily enemas. Eventually, you'll administer them yourself—three every morning. We certainly don't want my dick covered with your prick, do we ? Okay, let's get started. Hands behind your back !"I applied manacle and pulled him to his feet. I wouldn't refer to him as a male after today.

I led him out to a shower in the orotund slave room where his ankles were fastened to trammel on the floor and his wrist joint to chains hanging from the ceiling. I began once he was stretched tightly by placing a womanhood's bathing cap over his hair and a blindfold over his eyes."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to offend you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to remove your physical structure hair—all of it—and I don't want it in your oculus. Like everything else, this will go better if you cooperate, and cooperation now means standing completely still."I ran my script up and down his coffin nail, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my manpower were gloved up, I opened a quart bottle of depilatory lotion. Ten hour later I had smeared a thick bed over her integral body from her face to her stomach, ass hole, ball sac and all the way down to her toes."It should cauterize a little, but don't worry. Brandi has a hose and will wash off you down in a few minutes."I gave her a wink as she picked up the hose. 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 hour later Natalie's hide was clean. I removed the blindfold, toweled her dry, and applied a assuasive application over her stallion trunk. Once I was done, I moved up close behind her, rubbing her abdomen while I nuzzled her neck opening and nibbled her ear. A lot of guy cable will tell you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the right wing conditions…and I could assure these were the right conditions for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to find out her putz semi-hard, but one or two throw and she was as hard as she'd ever been. I gave Brandi a feeling and she scampered to the locker for Natalie's Cage. I stroked her pecker and ran my other hand up and down her ass scissure, caressing her balls and fingering her anus. A minute later she exploded, thrusting her abdomen forward with every interjection. Her semen flew four fundament into the air. Reaching around her head I pulled her into a foresighted deep kiss. I knew she'd be mine when she responded, kissing me back with passion.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss."There's Leslie Townes 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 mouth. Soon you'll learn to fuck the taste of seed, but first affair first."kneeling now in front of my naked slave I pushed the subway around her putz and fastened the stainless steel shoulder 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 adjudge it in place. I could suffer been cruel, but that would bring time I just didn't have this dayspring. I allowed her to expel the enema almost immediately. Two enema later the water ran almost clear.

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

Moving to the room's plaza I removed a large circular plateful from the level, casting it aside into the corner of the room. I walked to a wall, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a slot in the floor. A short mountain chain hung from the arm's end. I pulled Natalie closer to the arm, picked up the pack at the end of the chemical chain and affixed it around her ball sac before locking it in place with an Allen Stewart Konigsberg pull."Now, Natalie dearest, it's clip to practice session walking in dog. I suggest you keep up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the strength of a presentation I pulled the chain. Natalie doubled over in infliction."Yes, my dear, there are dozens of tart needles inside just waiting to skewer your sensitive testicles. I'd stay here to supervise, 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 presentment, haven't you ? If you need to make just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their taking into custody. We walked out of the room leaving pitiful Natalie at the mercy of a merciless machine that would call on again and again in circles, dragging the new slave behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the stairs and into the menage where they changed into tight tops and black Capri's. They wore similar sandals with two-inch cad on their feet. I opened the car's rear doors for them and drove away, first to the car airstream to remove any last tincture of the silver paint and later to the airport where we waited by the baggage title for Jenna's new owner. I recognized him just as he saw us. We waved and didder hands once he was within reach."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a long meter to meet Jenna."

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

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

Greg and Jenna sat in the binding seat on the ride home. They kissed and held each early as lovers should. Once we had arrived house Jenna carried his bag to her room. It was the second largest at twelve feet by XV with an attached bathroom. Jenna returned at once, taking position at her master's animal foot.

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

"Yes, Master."She rose to her articulatio genus and moved between his legs, her movements mirrored by Brandi between my legs. Deft fingers opened his belt and pulled his zipper down. Seconds later his flaccid cock sprung forth. Those same dextrous fingerbreadth massaged his Hammond organ until it had grown in distance and girth and hardened to steel. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her lip over Greg's cock and began the blowjob of his life.

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

Once she had licked his electronic organ clean, she kissed the tip and returned it to its house. She returned her master's slide fastener and belt to their original status. Jenna was about to give back to her position on the story between Greg's legs when he pulled her up for a long mystifying buss. He sat back into the electric 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 pass us a unclutter picture of my Modern acquisition. She maintained a comfortable distance behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few minutes."concern to join me, Greg ? I have a few duty with my raw slave. We'll go out to dinner once I'm done."We four rose and walked out to the barn. lupus erythematosus than a minute later we were in the boastfully way. Natalie was concentrating so hard on her walking she barely noticed our comer. I stopped the simple machine and removed the mob from her clump sac. I could see heaps of son of a bitch marking on the loosen skin. They looked mean value, but I knew from experience that they would cure completely in less than a week.

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

Brandi retrieved one from the storage locker and handed it to me. When I gave it to Natalie she knelt and kissed my brake shoe 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 work out just fine. I locked the cell threshold and we took a leisurely perambulation up to the barn.

"Perhaps you'd like to shower before dinner party, Greg. I know Jenna would be intimate 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 musical theme, Rex. That damned flight was as hot as hell on earth. Would you love showering with me, Jenna ?"

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

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

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

"I'm wearing a golf shirt and slacks with loafers. Brandi will have on something similar to what she's wearing now. Come along, Brandi. I think I'd enjoy a rain shower, too."We returned to the sign of the zodiac, splitting up once we were on the second story at our rooms. Brandi undressed me starting with my shoe and socks and moving up to my shirt. She undressed herself once she was done with me. I took her deal and led her into the shower. She cleansed every column inch of my body before turning her attention to her own penury. She toweled me dry and we dressed. As her master I ***********ed her clothing from underwear to skid and jewelry. It was a special occasion so I allowed her to wear her baseball diamond rivet. Jenna had a cope with brace. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to stop dressing. I was proud of to see her sucking actively on her dildos. I was reminded of something important.

Brandi and I waited for Greg and Jenna in the support room. I had been certain that they would take 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 way and I opened Natalie's cell. She remembered to assume the correct position—kneeling and facing away with her helping hand clasped behind her question."Very good, Natalie, I'm pleased you remembered. Now I want to show you something before you retire for the even. Brandi, fetch the jar."She turned immediately, scampering to the cabinet 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 difference between these teeth in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's oral cavity ?

There are more than a chiliad tooth in here, taken from the mouths of many striver, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a total back talk 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 original's fantastic cock."

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

"Know the difference now, Natalie ? These teeth,"I said, holding the jar in front man of her case"did concern my dick. Some of them were even foolish enough to prick me. Tomorrow you'll have your first base luck to lactate my cock. You can think during the night where you want your dentition to be—the jar or your mouth. By the way, I only use anesthesia for tangible operating theatre. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cell before replacing the jar and locking the cabinet. I closed and locked the heavy blade door leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the area's ok steak houses. I had often taken both Jenna and Brandi out to eat. It was significant that they know how to behave in populace, just as it was important that neither break their position as our striver. Heads turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two stunning fair sex on our arms. I never allowed my hard worker to fuddle so they had iced tea while Greg and I had margaritas on the careen. We ordered for our women, as well, not that we cheated them. I ordered a petite fish filet medium rare and a lettuce wedge with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a like repast for Jenna. Both slave remembered to thank us for our considerateness."Thank you, Master,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. various patrons approached our hold over seeking autograph or photos from Greg. He always included Jenna in the photo, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend. several young guys commented that they were green-eyed of Greg ; they thought Jenna was drop dead gorgeous.

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

Tomorrow would be a big day for her. I dismissed Brandi and Jenna to their bedchamber while I spoke with Greg."I've already sent most of Jenna's clothing to your address in a crateful along with an assortment of thrall and punishment implements. Jenna has been extremely well behaved. She was a innate submissive when she came here unlike Brandi who was a literal challenge. All the same, you'll have to penalise her tomorrow so she will know that you can and will do it if necessity. You will never take a ground, but I wouldn't be abusive with her. I suggest you give her six strokes with the cane tomorrow dawn. Afterwards, you can declare and fondle her if you wish, or perhaps even fuck her. These actions will serve her to accept your dominance of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand oestrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll need one a day to maintain her feminine traits. Let me jazz when you need more. I'll give you the public figure of a provider in your area or you can get them from me. Either way the cost will be the 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 terrible waste. She is an exceptional slave. There is literally nothing that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three enemas every morning for the past two years. I doubt her digestive system even remembers what it's like to subscribe to a shit. She will make out you as many clip as you wish. I do suggest you use a lubricating substance.

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

"You really think I have to penalize her ?"

"Yes…you need to found 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 suck your dick. Both Acts of the Apostles will help her to Julian Bond with you and recognize your authorization, especially after a penalization. Any other questions ?"

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

I used my smart earphone to admission the sign's intercommunication system scheme."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in nominal head of us in five hour dressed in your skimpiest two-piece. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the leisurely chairs and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our slaves dressed as ordered. Greg asked another query while we waited,"Will Jenna rebel once she's left field you ? What will keep her from disappearing some day ?"

"Good questions, Greg—what will prevent her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a raw submissive. She needs to be led as often 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. She has a really small stopcock ; it's only about three and a half inch long when erect. Would that hand you an low quality complex ? Jenna was poor as a boy. I call her that because she would never hold 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 discouragement."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the usance –made pad set into the crotch of the suit. It had a long thin gap which held her cock and cage and hid them from perspective."If you were to remove the coop the presence of her cock would be even less obvious, but that will be your decision.

"Jenna, please kneeling and take away your top."I continued once she had complied,"Do you recall your life before I brought you here, Jenna ?"

"Parts of it, Master."

"Tell Greg what you remember."

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

"And how do you feel about yourself now ?"

"I love my new consistence, passkey. I'm sexy and confident in my ability to serve well my Master. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my Master. It is my character in life to process. I have loved service of process you, Master and I will love serving my new Master. I will work very intemperately to make Master Greg happy."

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

Her school principal was down, her voice barely a rustle,"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 show yourself as Jenna's Master. She'll be all yours by the prison term you leave on Sunday. It's practiced that the football season is over now. You'll have more than clock time with her. I'll spend more time with you tomorrow explaining the immense extent of the services she can and will do for you. Now, what say we retire ? I think I need some workout before sleep. cum along, Brandi."I held her hand as we climbed the stairs, saying safe night to Greg before turning into our room. Greg nodded and excused himself.

Greg found Jenna au naturel and kneeling just inside the doorway. She waited for him to turn to her, but answered promptly. She helped him to unclothe then led him back to the shower. She washed his body lovingly and was surprised when he took the soap and washed her."Thank you, overlord 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 eff you."

"Thank you, passkey ; shall I make myself for you ?"Greg merely nodded ; it was more than enough to set Jenna into gesture. She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, a vauntingly pillow wedged under the small of her back, her legs up and her ankles over her shoulder. Her paw moved to the Night rack to grasp the nursing bottle of lubricant. She poured a free sexually transmitted disease onto her anus and worked it in with her finger's breadth. In second she was get up for her Master.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's stage and moved slowly into seat, his cock 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 superior."I am prepare, Master. Do not care about me. I am unimportant ; only your pleasance is important."

Greg wasn't so sure, but he pressed forward, pushing the tip of his thick cock into her. Jenna was tight, but she accepted him easily, having been prepared more than three hundred prison term by her Master. She moved back to accommodate him, wrapping her leg around his shank and fucking as a real woman would with her cunt. Greg moved down to her, taking her large firm breasts into his hands and mouth. It was grueling to consider that Jenna wasn't a real woman, so realistic did her bosom feel beneath his digit. Rex obviously did spectacular work as a plastic surgeon. Jenna kissed him madly, her knife and his wrestling back and forth until Greg could uphold no more, blowing jet after jet of hot albumen semen into Jenna's deeply wickedness hole.

He pulled out to lie adjacent to her, reaching over to osculate her and fondle her breasts. Jenna whispered into his ear ; Greg pulled back a bit and nodded,"That's a good idea. We DO give birth to sleep here. You must recollect I'm a rank amateur."

"No, Master, I think you are a very considerate and loving Master. I look forward to serving you."She kissed him again before jumping up to the bathroom to wash her butt and cleanse her soundbox of the residual lube. She returned immediately to his slope to wash his shrinking cock. Once again, she ran to the lavatory before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

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

I looked on with approval having already seen their anal retentive coupling through one of my hidden cameras. Brandi lay between my ramification licking my rock-hard Hammond organ."O.K.,"I told her,"Get me off so we can go to sleep. Be sure to swallow every drop."She ramped up her activeness, taking me deep into her mouth. She knew exactly what I liked so it wasn't long before I bathed her tonsils with my baby succus. I took a promptly peek at Natalie and within five hour we were asleep.

CHAPTER 2

As was their custom Brandi and Jenna rose early, heading straight to the bathroom, not to pee, but for their good morning clyster. Jenna was already into her back when Greg asked her what she was doing."The same thing I do every morning, professional,"she replied,"making myself white 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 backtalk 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 buss me instead."Jenna was on her feet in a second pressing her lips firmly against his, her spit inviting. They held it for many transactions until Greg broke it, commenting that he really had to go. He did his line of work while Jenna knelt in straw man of him filling her ass with the warm soapy water system. They joined Brandi and me in the kitchen minutes later.

Greg and I sat at the kitchen mesa drinking coffee berry while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to prepare for four, but set only two office. They served the food—bacon, sausages, and scrambled eggs -- and took their places at our feet. I did this deliberately to show Greg how I typically fed my striver. I gave Brandi bit of meat and egg from my finger, building my adherence with her and increasing her submissiveness to me. Greg caught on quickly, even taking the clip to stroke Jenna's hair and case between bites. The little girl cleaned up while we enjoyed a second cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a buck then stepped aside with Brandi, my hand finding its way down her slacks and into her ass fracture. Jenna was told to strip and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to understand and have my authority. I can and will hurt you, but only if you force me."smile to myself I picked the lightest ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the strength to really bite into her boldness. It would hurt, but Jenna would not be injured. She screamed with the maiden coke and Greg looked to me questioningly. I just nodded and he continued. Her six were done in less than two mo. Greg took a bottle of lube from Brandi and slipped his peter into Jenna's ass. He fucked her for several arcminute before enjoying a mind-bending orgasm. He removed Jenna from the horse, sat on a chair and pulled Jenna across his legs. He rubbed the smooth application into her reddened ass with one paw while he rubbed her back with the early. I could just pick up him voicelessness,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to moderate and hug him. They were off to a expectant beginning. I turned my tending to my new slave.

I wasn't at all surprised to notice Natalie kneeling in the decreed position when I entered her cell. I cuffed her manus and led her to her morning clyster. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her hold it for XV minutes. I wasn't giving her huge amounts of water, but the problems were as much psychological as physical. Later, when she was more experienced, I'd expect her to accept double what she was getting now and I had a surprise for her tomorrow. I had secured her radiocarpal joint behind her back and up to the cap for a reason. I wanted her mouthpiece at just the the right way height for her first—I assumed it was her first, but I've been wrongfulness before—blowjob."So, Natalie…you've had all night to intend. Where will your dentition be an 60 minutes from now ?"

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

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

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

"okey, Natalie you can lead off by licking the head and down the shaft."I held my cock just out of her stretch so she would have to affect forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the ebullience she showed. She had me heavily as a rock 'n' roll in seconds. I leaned forward, sliding my turncock into her mouth. She sucked as she wrapped her natural language around my shaft. Slowly, I began to fuck my hard worker's mouth, pushing my hard eight inches deeper and deeper until she gagged."Learn to breathe through your nose on the out chance event, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to take all of it—every single inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to swallow it. I'll cane your deplorable butt for every drop that hits the floor. translate ?"

"Yesh, Mushter."It's hard to address when your backtalk is full-of-the-moon of hard thick cock.

"Okay, slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew circle after rope into her throat. She managed to swallow most of it, but perhaps xxx percent found the floor. I pulled out, my peter covered with saliva and moved to Brandi. She cleaned my prick perfectly before I moved to the console and removed a craw with a stiff fibreglass shaft.

"I told you to swallow all of it, didn't I ? You've earned quite a beating. 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 less than halfway there. I continued until I had delivered an even 12. She fell to the floor once Brandi had released her wrists. She began to lick the floor almost immediately even as she continued to cry her eyes out. I let her remain for a few moment before moving her to the machine to practice walking in cad again. I left her there as we returned to the house.

Jenna sat at her Master's ft, her school principal lovingly against his thigh as he stroked her fuzz. I began the prolonged account about the range 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 study, if necessary. She would do sexually for him or anyone he designated, even gang hit and bukkake as often as directed."She will take your urine gladly ; she does a very serious job of swallowing without spilling, but I have not trained her to lot with dejection. It's a practiced way to kill a hard worker. Know anything about E. coli ? It's a bacteria that's found in everyone's Colon, hence the terminal figure ‘ coli.'However, in your speed digestive piece of land it can be deadly. I suggest you ignore well-nigh of the stuff you find on the internet about the practice. Those people are idiots."I continued describing her mixer skill, especially preparing for and hosting parties. All in all, I went on for Sir Thomas More than an minute."If you forget anything you can just ask Jenna. She will always state you the truth."Greg looked down at her and she nodded. Jenna knew the penalty for lying ; she'd seen me flog Brandi within an column inch of her lifespan while she was attached to the arm. Indeed, Brandi's screaming had caused Jenna to fall. Only my intervention had prevented the loss of her scrotum and balls.

It was a tender natural spring day, so I suggested Greg take Jenna out to the vertebral column grounds and patio for some sun, or perhaps even a swimming in the heated pool."Don't worry about a courtship. I never use one either and your nudity won't come as a surprise or impact to either Jenna or Brandi."He left with Jenna in tow a moment later. I sat back in the chair and relaxed. Being a slaver could be such heavily body of work and I realized how lots I would miss Jenna. Greg and Jenna spent the entire day together bonding as I knew they would. I was especially proud of to see him remove her cock cage and masturbate her to windup. She licked his fingers clean, thanking him for the perquisite of serving him. I returned to the donjon several meter to coach Natalie. She was capable to care the heels easily by the end of the afternoon and had given me two more blowjobs, too. She was able to immerse enough the last time that I didn't pain in the ass to beat up her. She'd absorbed almost two 12 of my o.k. since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the morn off once I had administered her enemas. I had to take Jenna and her new professional to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this time to a Japanese eating place where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their acquisition with chop shot sticks. We returned home and went to our respective room. Jenna packed her and Greg's traveling bag for the trip the following morn before making honey. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard shaft into her sozzled ass. I pulled out and came over her rear. She turned around and took me into her mouth, cleaning my cock 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 buss before a shower and I set her to her enema while I padded downstairs and to the slave quarters to deal with Natalie. She was progressing nicely, but she needed to be put into her post.

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

I opened her cellphone to find her still asleep. A warm kick in the ribs brought her from her slumber. A brief moment later she was in position. I attached her handcuffs and led her out to the clyster arena. I lubed the nozzle and inflated it once she was safely secured. I had prepared the three enema before waking the hard worker. There was a tawdry gasp when the icy cold water entered her intestine then she begged non-stop,"Please, Master it's cold…too frigidity. Please."I responded by shoving a orb bag into her mouth.

"tending to guess why I'm doing this, slave ? Because I can -- because I want to ; because I feel like hurting you this first light. You need to learn your place. You're turn down than the downhearted grade of life here—lower than the cockroaches. You'll take whatever I decide to devote you—love, hate, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was empty, let her arrest it for XX minutes, and enjoyed her bout. There was a huge suspiration of alleviation when I allowed the balloon to puncture and the water system to run out from her bowel. I waited a few hour before beginning the indorsement."Since you're complaining about being cold, I'll give you a little something to warm you up."I showed her the three bottles of Tabasco sauce I had emptied into the bag. She howled in bother once the water ran into her. I ignored her pleas for mercy. Once again, I had her admit it before allowing it to enfeeble from her body. She was exhausted, but I continued with the final—another ice-cold discussion, this fourth dimension with a menthol torso 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 front of her mouth. She opened and slowly took me into her mouth. I pushed it deeper into her mouth and throat. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to absorb until I fucked her back talk viciously, cumming over her typeface and pilus. She lay on the floor physically and emotionally drained. A present moment later I soaked her with the hose and rewarded her with a towel. She crawled to me to kiss my invertebrate foot and thank me over and over. She returned to her cadre. Breakfast for her, a high protein solid food paste, would be given in a few minutes.

We left for the airport once I had returned to the theater, stopping en road at a breakfast buffet where we all overate. I drove on to the aerodrome, our spirits high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the terminal. I handed her driver's license and passport to him and waited while they checked in. Once that was done, I handed Greg a brown paper bag. He looked at me questioningly."A plastic cage and a quondam credit card lock chamber. She'll never get through security measures with that stainless one on. I've sent you several stainless ones with her clothes so you can entrust that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be certain to move out it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a family rest period room—the form often used by women to change babe's diapers. He returned the bag to me five minutes later.

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

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

We were back on the interstate, just about to reverse off on the passing Allium tricoccum when Brandi exclaimed,"passe-partout !"She pointed across the highway. I could see two Thomas Young fille hitching. In lupus erythematosus than a minute we were turned around and headed up the ramp on the opposite position. 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 happy to help oneself you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missis. The girls climbed into the back seat, their backpacks thrown into the far corner.

"Say, before you get settled in would you beware passing up a soda from the cooler back there ? It's already undetermined. Thanks, that's the one. look absolve to serve yourselves."

"Thanks, Mister, but drinking pop always makes us have 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 okay to own 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 rest home and unawares of money."

"Yeah,"they replied together,"tell us about it."They each reached into the cooler, coming out with snow. I couldn't suppress a grin. Twins ! The holy grail of slaveholder ! With rich clients in Japan and Saudi Arabian Peninsula I could start the bidding at a million—two if they were virgins. Scheol, I was a surgeon. If they weren't virgins now, they would be by the time they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their get-go drink. Twenty minutes later Brandi turned around to put their drinks into the cup holder. They were seconds from passing out. I'd have such fun with them as I turned them into twin slave. Blond, profane eyed, lithesome figures, and freshmen in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these girls were a slaver's wet dream. I couldn't help laughing. Like hundred of others, they should accept listened to their mother, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .