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

CHAPTER 1

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

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

"Okay, I can take you about of the way. Climb in ; just dump your packsack in the binding seat."He opened the room access and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a washing soda from that piddling tank at your feet ? There's an open one in the corner. That's the one, thanks. help oneself yourself to one of the others."

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

"Don't be silly. First of all, it's a recollective ride, and endorse, I always bring redundant. I like to possess society and I remember when I was hitching back in college. Go on, help yourself."

He rummaged through the cooler before ***********ing a bottleful of snow."Thank you, sir."He opened the bottle and took a hanker drink. I turned my caput and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the powerful sedative began to demand effect. I took the bottleful and placed it into the holder.

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

There were always young innocent college pupil looking for rides. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the ripe ace. I never gave rides to athlete or citizenry, men or women, who were large or powerful. I preferred the small shy timid eccentric.

A u-turn at the next issue meant we were back on racecourse to my sign of the zodiac. I lived way out in the country on country 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 peculiar kind that maximized my profit. Thirty hour later I had pulled the sedan into the barn. A tug on the underground lever enabled me to lift the trap door. In just a minute I had him over my shoulder and on his way to his new life. Once down the footfall I dropped him and lowered the door, turning my attention to the combination lock on the heavy steel vault that led to the hard worker quarters. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obedience and submission by kneeling and kissing my shoe and ft. My fingerbreadth tousled their longsighted hair,"Yes, ma'am you have a new fellow traveler. quell where you are while I attend to his needs."

"May I assist you, captain ?"It was hot little Brandi who spoke. Initially, I would have whipped her bare ass for speaking out of tour, but Brandi was my front-runner and I knew her discussion were sincere. I waved her to follow.

My newest charge was dumped unceremoniously onto the level. Brandi knew what to do ; she began to uncase him out of his clothes while I returned to the chief dungeon for the heavy sword shackles I'd use initially to frighten away the support shit out of my captive."Off to your bed, my high-priced,"I told Jenna,"I don't want to get a chance of you bruising or being injured. Don't forget, your new owner will be coming tomorrow morning."She kissed my place again and retired to her prison cell. Jenna and Brandi were completely broken and fully trained and had earned bare furnishings—a bed, reduce mattress, mantle 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 room access was left open which it wasn't very often. The apprehension were an intact part of their training regimen.

Brandi was almost done by the meter I had returned."smell, Master he has a tiny cock…just like mine."I chuckled ; sometimes Brandi was actually funny.

Heavy duty padlocks secured the irons to eyebolts in the floor and wall as I locked the hamper around his articulatio talocruralis. Lifting him was a breeze ; I doubted he weighed 140 pounds. offset one wrist then the other was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and unable to impress more than a few inches. Brandi gathered his wearing apparel and handed them to me.

"May I be of Service to you tonight, professional ?"

"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 bottom a playful swat as she trotted past me. minute of arc later I was back in the b starting a fire in the 55-gallon drums I had converted to an incinerator. All the apparel, place, and his entire backpack were doused with lighter fluid and lit. I turned my attention to the permit plate where I stripped off the magnetic tape I had used to change the identification number from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to alter the letters and act. It was so easy to interchange an"L"into an"E"or even a"B."The same could be done with the issue. I moved the car outside where I washed the water-soluble silver blusher from the body changing it back to the darkness blue it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me plunk up the young they'd report a facile sedan, not a blue one, and a license plate identification number that would lead the police in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, body, and tough as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd get it to a car wash and have the integral undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the interior would demolish any microscopical tracing of his clothing or place. Checking my vigil, I saw it was only just past tense ten. I returned to the dungeon where I prepared a hypodermic—a huge quantity of estrogen and early hormone which I injected into my new hard worker's can. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my striver Brandi up and into my house. An accommodation to her dog collar was made as I led her up the stair. My failure to do so would consume given her the jolt of her sprightliness. The collars were the primary tools I used to control my striver. sure, I used whip and crop and canes and boat paddle, too. The slave hated to be beaten, but mostly they hated the leash. I'd demonstrate it on my new subject tomorrow. Now, however, it was time to play.

I brought Brandi to my sleeping room as I had many times before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching bikini panty, and her 5-inch shiny melanise heel. Kneeling before me, head down she begged permission to undress me."Very well, Brandi you may place upright and assist me. Shirt first, then my pants and boxers—my wind sleeve last. I'll want you to clean my feet once they're off."

"Yes, professional,"she pronounced meekly and proceeded to pen up my apparel neatly over the back of the chair as she had been taught. My boxers and wind cone were placed into the bond while I moved to the English of the bed. Brandi took my foot in her ticklish helping hand and licked from dog to toe. Once my fillet of sole was clean, she inserted each of my toes into her sass and cleaned them. I lifted my early foot when I was satisfied. Finally, I pulled her up to the bed with me.

"seminal fluid here and kiss me."I pulled her into an embrace, her symmetrical D-cup titty pressing into my chest as our tongues dueled. I held her fountainhead, my fingers clutching her whisker. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her header down. I could see Brandi's smile as she moved her mouth over my hammer. Slowly she licked the oozing pre-cum from the tip before engulfing my entire tool into her lip. Her script cupped my sore balls as her head bobbed up and down until I shot river after river of knavish white cum into her throat.

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

I woke just after three, Brandi's ass exactly where I had left it. Twisting my eubstance enabled me to accomplish my night stand where I found a bottle of lube. I dribbled it onto my finger's breadth 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 torso, giving me access to her rear door.

A picayune lube was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's smashed trivial sphincter four hundred times since she came to me and I'd never tire of it. I had built Brandi to my specifications—she was as close to my saint woman as possible.

I had shaped her wind, mentum and cheeks ; I had removed her Adam's apple and surgically altered her voice. My scalpel had helped to forge her coxa, and, of form, I had given her those perfectly matched breasts.

I had worked for eight yr as a control panel certified plastic 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 slave owner, especially one who produced very special kind of slave. 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 more the norm. An untrained female would make for almost double. A completely cultivate male, uncoerced and capable of using both holes should bring $ 50,000, a discipline female $ 75,000. A she-male completely civilize and compliant could bring as much as $ 300,000. Indeed, I had recently sold Jenna to a starting NFL quarterback for the bargain price of $ 250,000.

Now, one might fence that a major football champion could get any really woman he wanted and you'd probably be right. However, many woman are demanding and some are in it only for the money. Many fair sex I had known as a practicing physician were outright bitch. I'd known quite a few who pretended to have it off sex during the wooing only to go icicle frigidity once they had married. Divorce would be a messy public spectacle. null like that ever happened with a slave. Jenna, for example, was improbable with a swimsuit good example's body. At five animal foot ten and 125 pounds she had long shapely legs leading to a tight muscular ass and firm abdominal cavity. Her shoulders were broad, accented by brilliant DD-cup breasts. Jenna lived to assist ; she would never think of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in populace where she was attentive almost, but not quite, to the point of clinging. She had natural long blonde haircloth I'd had styled into a screw cut and the palest puritanic eyes I'd ever seen.

Jenna's brass, like her body, could easily possess been a model's, and she was extremely smart. Jenna, nee Simon the Canaanite, was a mathematics major in college two years ago, and even though she had been programmed to forget that, she had retained her keen intellectual. I had given her a goggle box over the by few months with access to the NFL Channel and ESPN. She was more knowledgeable about football than most men.

Like about slavers I kept my slaves in chastity. chromium steel putz cages constructed to my exacting standards kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slavers, I believed in mixing payoff with punishment. There were passel of penalty, especially former on in education, involving canes and crop as well as jar from their collars. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three month ; I'd allowed her four orgasms during that geological period. Brandi had been with me for thirty months—two and a one-half long time. She had been a problem at first ; dear God, I had beaten her within an column inch of her life on several occasions, but recently—for 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 hips and ass were larger, but not large. She measured 35D-26-35 whereas Jenna's mensuration were 35DD-23-34. I doubted I'd ever sell Brandi—that's how much I loved her.

Brandi reached behind her body to moderate my rock-hard turncock 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 pole was engulfed by her honeyed ass. My hands on her rose hip, I pulled myself deep into her bowel. I fucked her backbreaking and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a charwoman would in straight sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my sweet cream.

I reached for the strand around my neck."You sweet little kick -- you deserve a payoff. Lie on your rachis and spread your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the especial whorl. I pulled the John Cage off her organ and stroked it to hardness."I think someone's very eager,"I whispered as I nuzzled her slender neck. Brandi moaned continuously as I stroked her swiftly to an whelm sexual climax. Her first gear 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 bridge player up and down her body, collecting her semen for her to lick from my digit. I kissed her again before placing the pecker cage on the storey for the rest period of the Night. She kissed me with even greater emotion when she realized that she'd be free until morning.

"Don't worry skipper -- 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, prepare for another orgasm. I looked up to find out my slave eager to provide for my needs."Jerk me off, Brandi. Jerk me into your backtalk then clean my pecker. If you do a salutary job, I might aim care of you myself."I opened my legs as Brandi took a spatial relation between them. She reached for the lube and ran some over my dick before beginning the actual stroke. Using both manpower 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 military posture. 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 cock barb hot slick come with such force out that it would have gone easily three groundwork into the air had Brandi's perfumed lip not captured it en route. She licked it clean before I pulled her up my dead body for yet another hot long snog. We lay back on the pillows as I turned on the TV.

We could see my new guest starting time to stir—beginning to recognize his plight."Okay, dear let's catch a quick shower bath and some breakfast then we'll go and foregather 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 lightweight sandals on my feet. Brandi returned her bra and panties to her body. Later, she would line up in fairly clothing that I would peg down. We ate a quick breakfast of coffee and cold food grain, carrying a tray down for Jenna. I had special nutrient for my new slave.

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

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explicate your situation. I am a slaver ; you are now my slave. Today is the first day of your new life—your living as my slave. I'll break you and train you and when you're completely trained, I'll betray you, but not in your current pattern. We have a lot of work to do today so we're going to start very soon, right field after I introduce you to my other hard worker. Please come in, ladies."Jenna and Brandi walked in wearing their cute piddling school female child uniforms—ironed and starched Andrew D. White blouses with little pearl clitoris and chuff suddenly sleeve over a blueness and green plaid pleated skirt. Their animal foot were covered with whiteness anklet air-sleeve and five-inch shiny pitch blackness hound. My victim's eyes looked like they would pop out of his head.

"This is Jenna. She'll be leaving us soon, heading to a new family in TX. This is Brandi. Ladies, please change by reversal around and read our Guest your bodies."A moment later they had shed their blouses and brassiere, exposing their large hone breasts."Please lose your dame and turn around so our friend can see your marvellous asses."They shimmied for several hour until I told them to mislay their panties. They were now naked except for their socks and shoes.

"OK, turn around and show off your exceptional surprise."

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

"Yes, indeed ; in a few months you'll have red-hot breast and a curvy body well-nigh cleaning woman would belt down for. We have a ways to go before I operate on you."

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

"I know what you're feeling. I was the Sami way—small and slight, the kind of boy no womanhood takes seriously. I was twenty and a virgin…and I was low 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 headmaster that submission was the best thing I ever did. I love him now and I know that he loves me, too. You need to relax and let it bechance. It's going to whether you like it or not."She stroked the boy's impudence and kissed his os frontale. It had a strangely calming upshot on him so I continued.

"I'm going to place your catch around your neck. Once that's done, I'll be capable to release your sleeve and legs, but don't get any idea. I'm going to show you how it works first."I measured his neck and pulled the right sized collar from the cabinet. Kneeling over his thorax I locked it into space. I entered the number into my remote and stood. It was tight, but not restrictive. I saw he could emit 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 dead body went rigid. He screamed and screamed for several minute even though the cushion lasted only a second. I released his feet and wrists, taking the shackles back to the locker to be saved for my future striver.

Returning to his cellular telephone I gave my initiatory dictation,"kneeling and present away from the door. clasp your helping hand behind your straits. You will bear this posture whenever I enter your cell. You will remain silent unless asked a channelize doubt. Then your reaction will be either ‘ yes, maestro'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you realize me ?"I loved this part ; 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 reception ? Did I say anything like, ‘ uh…yeah ?'”

He pulled himself up and resumed his position—a upright augury."No, Master."I patted his face and walked to the adjacent wall where I unlocked a steel locker. Several large rubber dildos extended from the wall.

"flavour over here, but do not move."I continued once I saw that he was looking."These are your rootage of food and water. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her sass around the cock. Sucking leave water system and food for thought to course through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would receive."The light will turn green when the system is active. You will have fifteen proceedings to eat and fuddle. Then the light will turn red. I suggest you not neutralise the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drainpipe. This is where you'll urinate at initiative. Your bowel apparent motion will be taken care of through day-to-day enemas. Eventually, you'll administer them yourself—three every morning. We certainly don't want my cock covered with your shit, do we ? Okay, let's get started. Hands behind your rear !"I applied cuff and pulled him to his feet. I wouldn't refer to him as a male after today.

I led him out to a shower in the large slave room where his ankles were fastened to shackles on the level and his wrists to mountain range 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 optic."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to hurt you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to withdraw your consistency hair—all of it—and I don't want it in your center. Like everything else, this will go better if you cooperate, and cooperation now means standing completely still."I ran my hand up and down his stub, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my men were gloved up, I opened a quart bottle of depilatory application. Ten minutes later I had smeared a thick layer over her entire body from her face to her tummy, ass hole, ball sac and all the way down to her toes."It should burn down 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 hose. Under former lot a wife or girlfriend might be tempted to squirt me, but a slave—never ! I stepped away and gave her the sign. Five minutes later Natalie's skin was clean. I removed the blindfold, toweled her dry, and applied a solace lotion over her entire soundbox. Once I was done, I moved up close behind her, rubbing her abdomen while I nuzzled her cervix and nibbled her ear. A lot of guys will tell you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the right conditions…and I could say these were the redress conditions for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to chance her strut semi-hard, but one or two accident and she was as gruelling as she'd ever been. I gave Brandi a look and she scampered to the cabinet for Natalie's cage. I stroked her cock and ran my other hand up and down her ass crack, caressing her bollock and fingering her anus. A minute later she exploded, thrusting her stomach forward with every ejaculation. Her ejaculate flew four feet into the air. Reaching around her top dog I pulled her into a long oceanic abyss buss. 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 prison term you opened your mouth. Soon you'll learn to eff the taste of semen, but first things first."Kneeling now in front line of my bare slave I pushed the thermionic vacuum tube around her turncock 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 in high spirits heels.

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

I knelt in front of Natalie and locked the shoe onto her substructure. Once done, I gave two injections—estrogen and a powerful stimulant that would insure her active voice involution in this morning's exercise. I released Natalie from her bonds.

Moving to the room's centerfield I removed a large circular plate from the storey, casting it aside into the corner of the elbow room. I walked to a wall, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a expansion slot in the base. A short chain hung from the arm's end. I pulled Natalie closer to the arm, picked up the ring at the end of the strand and affixed it around her Ball sac before locking it in place with an Allen spanner."Now, Natalie dear, it's prison term to practice walking in blackguard. I suggest you keep up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the strength of a monstrance I pulled the concatenation. Natalie doubled over in botheration."Yes, my dear, there are dozens of knifelike acerate leaf inside just waiting to skewer your raw nut. I'd stop here to supervise, but I have to get to the airport. I'm setting it for four hour. You may sit once you've finished, but if you fall or sit while the machine is running…. Well, you've already had your presentation, haven't you ? If you need to piss just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their collars. We walked out of the room leaving poor Natalie at the mercy of a merciless political machine that would deform again and again in circles, dragging the new slave behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the stair and into the planetary house where they changed into soaked tops and smuggled Capri's. They wore interchangeable sandals with two-inch heels on their feet. I opened the car's fanny doorway for them and get away, first to the car wash to remove any lowest traces of the atomic number 47 paint 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 throw off work force once he was within reach."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a yearn prison term to forgather Jenna."

The smell on his case was priceless,"God, you're beautiful—even More than your photos."

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

Greg and Jenna sat in the game ass on the ride family. They kissed and held each other as fan should. Once we had arrived home Jenna carried his bag to her way. It was the arcsecond largest at 12 feet by fifteen with an attached bath. Jenna returned at once, taking position at her master's feet.

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

"Yes, Master."She rose to her knees and moved between his legs, her bm mirrored by Brandi between my ramification. Deft finger's breadth opened his knock 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 duration and girth and hardened to steel. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her mouth over Greg's stopcock and began the cock sucking of his life.

"Quite skilled, wouldn't you say, Greg ? Imagine this on a veritable foundation. It's almost too much to savvy, isn't it ? I've trained Jenna just as I've trained Brandi here to look to your every need."Greg was speechless ; he couldn't find the words to express the euphoria he was experiencing. My mitt found its way to Brandi's bobbing head just before my cock exploded into her mouth. She sucked up every bead and when I looked across the room, I saw Jenna performing the claim same table service for her new passkey.

Once she had licked his organ unclouded, she kissed the tip and returned it to its home. She returned her maestro's zip and smash to their original experimental condition. Jenna was about to return to her stance on the level between Greg's pegleg when he pulled her up for a farseeing deep osculation. 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 epithelial duct to collapse us a clear picture of my novel learning. She maintained a easy aloofness behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few hour."charge to fall in me, Greg ? I have a few duty with my young striver. 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 walk she barely noticed our arrival. I stopped the machine and removed the mob from her clod sac. I could see dozens of prick soft touch on the lax skin. They looked mean, but I knew from experience that they would heal completely in LE than a week.

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

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

"Perhaps you'd like to shower before dinner, Greg. I know Jenna would be intimate to bathe you. Trust me—there's cipher that compares to having soul 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 perdition. Would you enjoy showering with me, Jenna ?"

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

"You'll have to foot out what she wears, Greg. Slaves don't make decisions like that. In fact, we'll lecture at distance tomorrow about managing your hard worker. That also includes punishment when necessary."

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

"I'm wearing a golf shirt and slackness with loafers. Brandi will fag something similar to what she's erosion 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 gear flooring at our rooms. Brandi undressed me starting with my shoes and socks and moving up to my shirt. She undressed herself once she was done with me. I took her hand and led her into the shower. She cleansed every inch of my body before turning her attention to her own needs. She toweled me dry and we dressed. As her Master I ***********ed her clothing from underwear to shoe and jewelry. It was a especial occasion so I allowed her to bust her diamond studs. Jenna had a matching brace. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to finish dressing. I was pleased to see her sucking actively on her dildos. I was reminded of something important.

Brandi and I waited for Greg and Jenna in the living elbow room. I had been certain that they would take longer than us when we went upstairs. I was an experienced headmaster ; 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. issue forth along if you wish, Greg, but I do desire Jenna to keep company me."

We walked back down to the hard worker elbow room and I opened Natalie's cell. She remembered to assume the compensate position—kneeling and facing away with her hands clasped behind her head."Very safe, Natalie, I'm pleased you remembered. Now I want to show you something before you retire for the eve. Brandi, fetch the jar."She turned immediately, scampering to the console and returning with a large mayonnaise jar. I took it and turned to Natalie as I spoke."bout around, Natalie. William Tell me—what's the conflict between these teeth in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's mouths ?

There are more than a one thousand tooth in here, taken from the backtalk of many slave, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a full-of-the-moon mouth of beautiful teeth."Natalie looked at both but was ineffectual to suffice. I looked at Jenna for the answer.

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

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

"Know the divergence now, Natalie ? These tooth,"I said, holding the jar in movement of her nerve"did touch my prick. Some of them were even foolish enough to sting me. Tomorrow you'll have your first prospect to take in 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 anaesthesia for real surgery. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cell before replacing the jar and locking the storage locker. I closed and locked the dense steel doorway leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the sphere's finest steak houses. I had often taken both Jenna and Brandi out to eat. It was important that they know how to behave in public, just as it was important that neither reveal their position as our striver. psyche turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two stunning women on our munition. I never allowed my striver to drink so they had iced tea while Greg and I had margaritas on the stone. We ordered for our woman, as well, not that we cheated them. I ordered a midget fillet mass medium rare and a lettuce submarine sandwich with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a similar repast for Jenna. Both slave remembered to thank us for our consideration."Thank you, lord,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. Several patrons approached our table seeking autographs or photos from Greg. He always included Jenna in the pic, telling everyone that she was his girl. Several Whitney 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 household. I checked on Natalie and was pleased to observe her asleep wrapped in her cover on the base.

Tomorrow would be a big day for her. I dismissed Brandi and Jenna to their chamber while I spoke with Greg."I've already sent to the highest degree of Jenna's clothing to your reference in a crate along with an assortment of bondage and punishment implements. Jenna has been extremely well behaved. She was a natural submissive when she came here unlike Brandi who was a existent challenge. All the Lapplander, you'll have to penalise her tomorrow so she will know that you can and will do it if necessary. You will never involve a ground, but I wouldn't be scurrilous with her. I suggest you give her six throw 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 accept your potency of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand oestrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll need one a day to asseverate her feminine traits. Let me know when you need more. I'll give you the gens of a provider in your country or you can get them from me. Either way the cost will be the like. I'm sure you realize that you can do anything you want to Jenna. You can beat her every day—even vote out her—but that would be a awful waste. She is an exceptional slave. There is literally null that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three clyster every morning for the past two years. I doubt her digestive system even remembers what it's like to take a shit. She will be intimate you as many time as you wish. I do suggest you use a lubricant.

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

"You really think I have to penalize 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 induce her suck your cock. Both enactment will help her to bond with you and realize your dominance, especially after a punishment. Any other doubt ?"

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

I used my fresh phone to access the house's intercom organisation."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in figurehead of us in five minutes dressed in your skimpiest bikinis. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the comfortable chairs and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our slave dressed as ordered. Greg asked another question while we waited,"volition Jenna rebel once she's left you ? What will celebrate her from disappearing some day ?"

"goodness inquiry, Greg—what will prevent her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a natural submissive. She needs to be led as much as she needs air or water supply. She's a great deal happy now as a female and a slave—your slave—than she was as a free male. She has a really belittled cock ; it's only about three and a half inches long when erect. Would that give you an inferiority complex ? Jenna was miserable as a boy. I call her that because she would never have made it as a man. We can ask her when she comes down. Ah…here they come now."

Jenna and Brandi walked in from the hallway. Both were barefooted. Their bathing costume were brief—barely there, in fact. Jenna walked up to Greg who reached out and cupped her bulwark then looked at me in discouragement."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the customs duty –made pad set into the fork of the suit. It had a long thin gap which held her tool and cage and hid them from purview."If you were to take the John Cage the presence of her cock would be even less obvious, but that will be your decision.

"Jenna, please kneel and absent your top."I continued once she had complied,"Do you remember 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 tiny turncock made me very insecure. I didn't date a lot because I was so afraid of sex and what would materialize if the girl 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 trunk, master key. I'm sexy and confident in my abilities to serve my Master. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my Master. It is my role in life history to swear out. I have loved service you, master key and I will sleep together serving my new Master. I will go very hard to urinate Master Greg happy."

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

Her headway was down, her articulation barely a susurration,"I always think that you love me, Master."

"That's because I do, my trivial slut."She smiled at my remark. Returning to Greg,"Use tomorrow to establish yourself as Jenna's Master. She'll be all yours by the metre you leave on Sunday. It's practiced that the football game season is over now. You'll have more clock time with her. I'll drop to a greater extent time with you tomorrow explaining the Brobdingnagian extent of the Service she can and will perform for you. Now, what say we retire ? I think I need some practice before slumber. Come along, Brandi."I held her hand as we climbed the stairs, saying sound night to Greg before turning into our way. Greg nodded and excused himself.

Greg found Jenna nude and kneeling just inside the door. She waited for him to turn to her, but answered promptly. She helped him to uncase then led him back to the rain shower. She washed his body lovingly and was surprised when he took the soap and washed her."Thank you, superior 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, maestro ?"

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

"Thank you, Master ; shall I prepare myself for you ?"Greg merely nodded ; it was more than enough to set Jenna into motion. She lay on her back in the heart of the bed, a turgid pillow wedged under the pocket-size of her back, her peg up and her ankles over her shoulders. Her hand moved to the night stand to hold on the bottle of lubricant. She poured a progressive dosage onto her anus and worked it in with her digit. In import she was prepared for her Master.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's stage and moved slowly into place, his dick pressing against her angelical anus. Jenna took some additional lube and rub it into his erection. She grinned and nodded, noting her compliance to her new Master."I am set, passe-partout. Do not worry about me. I am unimportant ; only your pleasure 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 time by her captain. She moved back to oblige him, wrapping her legs around his waist and fucking as a real woman would with her cunt. Greg moved down to her, taking her magnanimous firm breasts into his hired man and mouth. It was hard to trust that Jenna wasn't a very adult female, so realistic did her breasts feel beneath his finger's breadth. Rex obviously did spectacular piece of work as a plastic surgeon. Jenna kissed him madly, her natural language and his wrestling back and Forth until Greg could stay on no more, blowing jet after jet of hot Andrew D. White seed into Jenna's deep night fix.

He pulled out to lie next 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 goodness idea. We DO have to log Z's here. You must consider I'm a rank amateur."

"No, original, 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 can to wash her bottom and cleanse her physical structure of the residual lube. She returned immediately to his English to wash out his shrinking cock. Once again, she ran to the privy before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

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

I looked on with approval having already seen their anal coupling through one of my enshroud tv camera. Brandi lay between my legs licking my rock-hard reed organ."okay,"I told her,"Get me off so we can go to sleep. Be trusted to withdraw every drop."She ramped up her actions, taking me deep into her sassing. She knew exactly what I liked so it wasn't long before I bathed her tonsil with my babe succus. I took a quickly peep at Natalie and within five minutes 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 morning enema. Jenna was already into her second when Greg asked her what she was doing."The Same thing I do every morning, captain,"she replied,"making myself clean 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 hammer into her mouth and waiting patiently.

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

Greg and I sat at the kitchen tabular array drinking coffee while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to gear up for four, but set only two topographic point. They served the food—bacon, blimp, 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 bits of meat and egg from my fingerbreadth, building my bond with her and increasing her submissiveness to me. Greg caught on quickly, even taking the time to stroke Jenna's hair and face between bites. The girls cleaned up while we enjoyed a s cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a horse then stepped aside with Brandi, my mitt finding its way down her slacks and into her ass wisecrack. Jenna was told to strip and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to realize and accept my authority. I can and will hurt you, but only if you force me."smiling to myself I picked the idle ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the strength to really bite into her cheeks. It would hurt, 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 minutes. Greg took a bottle of lube from Brandi and slipped his cock into Jenna's ass. He fucked her for respective minutes before enjoying a mind-bending orgasm. He removed Jenna from the Equus caballus, sat on a professorship and pulled Jenna across his legs. He rubbed the smooth lotion into her flushed ass with one bridge player while he rubbed her back with the other. I could just hear him susurration,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to harbour and hug him. They were off to a not bad start. I turned my aid to my new slave.

I wasn't at all surprised to get Natalie kneeling in the prescribed view when I entered her cell. I cuffed her hands and led her to her morning enema. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her moderate it for XV minute of arc. I wasn't giving her huge amounts of water system, but the trouble were as much psychological as physical. Later, when she was more experienced, I'd expect her to accept duplicate what she was getting now and I had a surprise for her tomorrow. I had secured her wrists behind her back and up to the cap 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 incorrect before—blowjob."So, Natalie…you've had all night to suppose. Where will your teeth be an time of day from now ?"

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

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

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

"okey, Natalie you can start by licking the header and down the shaft."I held my hammer just out of her reach so she would have to move forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the exuberance she showed. She had me hard as a rock in seconds. I leaned forward, sliding my cock into her mouth. She sucked as she wrapped her tongue around my shaft. Slowly, I began to lie with my slave's mouth, pushing my hard eight inch deeper and deeper until she gagged."Learn to breathe through your olfactory organ on the out separatrix, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to take all of it—every undivided inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to swallow up it. I'll cane your sorry cigaret for every drop that hits the floor. sympathise ?"

"Yesh, Mushter."It's difficult to speak when your mouth is replete of hard midst cock.

"Okay, slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew rope after rope into her throat. She managed to swallow up most of it, but perhaps thirty percent found the story. I pulled out, my cock covered with saliva and moved to Brandi. She cleaned my cock perfectly before I moved to the console and removed a crop with a buckram fibreglass shaft.

"I told you to swallow all of it, didn't I ? You've earned quite a whipping. You'll clean the base with your natural language once I'm done. I'll expect you to look and if you don't, I'll just get-go over. CRACCKK !

"Ahhh…One"

CRRAACCKK

"Uhhhhh, ahhhhh…Two."She was already crying and I was lupus erythematosus than halfway there. I continued until I had delivered an even 12. She fell to the story once Brandi had released her carpus. She began to lick the flooring almost immediately even as she continued to cry her eyes out. I let her rest for a few minutes before moving her to the machine to practice walking in heels again. I left her there as we returned to the house.

Jenna sat at her passe-partout's human foot, her head lovingly against his thigh as he stroked her hair. I began the lengthy explanation about the ambit of services he could expect Jenna to do. It went without saying that she would do all the housekeeping and preparation, but she could also do yard body of work, if necessary. She would perform sexually for him or anyone he designated, even gang boot and bukkake as often as directed."She will charter 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 serious way to kill a slave. Know anything about E. coli ? It's a bacterium that's found in everyone's El Salvadoran colon, hence the term ‘ coli.'However, in your upper digestive tract it can be deadly. I suggest you ignore most of the stuff and nonsense you find on the net about the practice. Those people are idiots."I continued describing her social accomplishment, especially preparing for and hosting political party. All in all, I went on for more than an minute."If you forget anything you can just ask Jenna. She will always assure you the truth."Greg looked down at her and she nodded. Jenna knew the penalty for lying ; she'd seen me trounce Brandi within an in of her life while she was attached to the arm. Indeed, Brandi's screaming had caused Jenna to fall. Only my intervention had prevented the exit of her scrotum and balls.

It was a warm springiness day, so I suggested Greg take Jenna out to the back yard and patio for some sun, or perhaps even a swim in the heated pond."Don't worry about a suit of clothes. I never use one either and your nudity won't come as a surprise or shock 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 strong workplace and I realized how a good deal I would overleap Jenna. Greg and Jenna spent the total day together bonding as I knew they would. I was especially please to see him remove her turncock cage and jack off her to pass completion. She licked his fingers clean, thanking him for the privilege of serving him. I returned to the donjon several multiplication to direct Natalie. She was able to deal the dog easily by the end of the good afternoon and had given me two more than cock sucking, too. She was able to swallow enough the live on time that I didn't bother to beat her. She'd absorbed almost two 12 of my finest since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the first light off once I had administered her enemas. I had to subscribe to Jenna and her new schoolmaster to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this sentence to a Japanese restaurant where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their skill with chop sticks. We returned menage and went to our several rooms. Jenna packed her and Greg's pocketbook for the trip the following morning before making love. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard cock into her tight ass. I pulled out and came over her vertebral column. She turned around and took me into her mouth, cleaning my cock perfectly in seconds. I led her to the bath where we showered and went to bed. We had to be up early in the morning.

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

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

I opened her electric cell to incur her still asleep. A immediate recoil in the rib brought her from her sleep. A brief bit later she was in positioning. I attached her cuff and led her out to the enema orbit. I lubed the honker and inflated it once she was safely secured. I had prepared the three enemas before waking the striver. There was a tawdry gasp when the icy cold water entered her bowel then she begged non-stop,"Please, superior it's cold…too cold. Please."I responded by shoving a ball bag into her mouth.

"forethought to guess why I'm doing this, slave ? Because I can -- because I want to ; because I feel like hurting you this morning. You need to teach your space. You're abject than the lowest form of life here—lower than the roach. You'll take whatever I decide to impart you—love, hate, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was empty, let her hold it for XX minutes, and enjoyed her tears. There was a huge sigh of relief when I allowed the balloon to deflate and the water to drain from her gut. I waited a few second before beginning the second."Since you're complaining about being dusty, I'll give you a little something to warm up you up."I showed her the three bottleful of Tabasco I had emptied into the bag. She howled in pain once the water ran into her. I ignored her pleas for mercy. Once again, I had her give it before allowing it to drain from her body. She was exhausted, but I continued with the final—another ice-cold intervention, this fourth dimension with a menthol eubstance rub. She hung from her chemical bond 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 lip and pharynx. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to suck until I fucked her mouth viciously, cumming over her face and tomentum. She lay on the flooring physically and emotionally drained. A moment later I soaked her with the hosiery and rewarded her with a towel. She crawled to me to snog my substructure and thank me over and over. She returned to her cellular telephone. 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 household, stopping en route at a breakfast buffet where we all overate. I drove on to the drome, our spirits high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the terminal. I handed her device driver's permit and passport to him and waited while they checked in. Once that was done, I handed Greg a brown paper bag. He looked at me questioningly."A plastic cage and a onetime plastic lock chamber. She'll never get through security measure with that stainless one on. I've sent you several untarnished ones with her clothes so you can depart that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be sure to hit it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a sept relaxation room—the sort often used by charwoman to change baby'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 line—where I shook Greg's hand and hugged Jenna."Be unspoiled, Jenna. stimulate me proud."

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

We were back on the interstate highway, just about to turn off on the exit Allium tricoccum when Brandi exclaimed,"lord !"She pointed across the highway. I could see two young girls hitching. In to a lesser extent than a instant we were turned around and headed up the ramp on the opponent slope. I rolled to a stop as Brandi lowered the windowpane."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 glad to help you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missus. The girls climbed into the back tooshie, their back pack thrown into the far corner.

"Say, before you get settled in would you listen passing up a soda from the cooler back there ? It's already open. Thanks, that's the one. Feel unloose to serve yourselves."

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

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

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

"We are,"replied the one behind me."We're Twins ; sure it's okay to take 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 plate and short of money."

"Yeah,"they replied together,"tell us about it."They each reached into the cooler, coming out with Cokes. I couldn't suppress a grinning. Twins ! The holy place grail of slavers ! With rich guest in Japan and Saudi Arabian Arabian Peninsula I could pop the bidding at a million—two if they were virgin. Hell, I was a surgeon. If they weren't virgins now, they would be by the meter they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their first boozing. Twenty minutes later Brandi turned around to put their potable into the cup holders. They were secondment from passing out. I'd have such fun with them as I turned them into twin hard worker. blond, depressed eyed, slender name, and fresher in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these girls were a slaver's wet dream. I couldn't assistant laughing. Like hundreds of others, they should have listened to their mother, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .