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

CHAPTER 1

I rolled the saloon to a stopover, running down the passenger side of meat window as I approached."Hi…need a raising ? How far you going ?"

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

"Okay, I can engage you near of the way. mount in ; just dump your backpack in the back seat."He opened the door and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a soda from that little cooler at your feet ? There's an assailable one in the turning point. That's the one, thanks. serve yourself to one of the others."

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

"Don't be silly. number one of all, it's a longsighted ride, and second, I always bring surplus. I like to have company and I remember when I was hitching back in college. Go on, aid yourself."

He rummaged through the tank before ***********ing a bottle of Coke."Thank you, sir."He opened the bottle and took a long deglutition. I turned my nous and smiled into the window. He drank twice more before the mighty sedative began to take effect. I took the feeding bottle and placed it into the holder.

"I'll bet your mother told you not to hitch ride, didn't she ? You should deliver listened."My countersign were wasted ; he was out cold and would be for many hours. I loved to cruise the interstate in this area before a hanker weekend.

There were always young innocent college scholar looking for rides. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the aright ones. I never gave rides to jocks or citizenry, men or cleaning lady, who were declamatory or muscular. I preferred the lowly shy timid character.

A u-turn at the next exit meant we were back on track to my theater. I lived way out in the country on earth that had been in my category for generations. We had been slave owner and still were, but now I dealt in sex hard worker, a exceptional variety that maximized my gain. Thirty minutes later I had pulled the sedan into the b. A tug on the secret lever tumbler enabled me to lift the trap door. In just a minute of arc I had him over my berm and on his way to his new life. Once down the footprint I dropped him and lowered the doorway, turning my attention to the combination lock chamber on the heavy steel vault that led to the slave poop. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obedience and submission by kneeling and kissing my shoes and feet. My finger tousled their long fuzz,"Yes, dame you have a new companion. Stay where you are while I attend to his needs."

"May I assist you, master copy ?"It was hot piddling Brandi who spoke. Initially, I would have whipped her bare ass for speaking out of twist, but Brandi was my darling and I knew her words were sincere. I waved her to follow.

My newest charge was dumped unceremoniously onto the floor. Brandi knew what to do ; she began to plunder him out of his clothes while I returned to the main dungeon for the weighty sword shackles I'd use initially to scare the living shit out of my captive."Off to your bed, my high-priced,"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 jail cell. Jenna and Brandi were completely broken and fully trained and had earned bare furnishings—a bed, fragile mattress, blanket and pillow, along with a hot seat and portable cupboard filled with their personal wardrobes.

Their electronic slave collars guaranteed that they would remain within the dungeon even if the room access was left exposed which it wasn't very often. The pinch were an integral portion of their training regimen.

Brandi was almost done by the fourth dimension I had returned."flavour, Master he has a flyspeck cock…just like mine."I chuckled ; sometimes Brandi was actually funny.

Heavy obligation padlocks secured the strand to eyebolts in the story and wall as I locked the shackles around his ankles. Lifting him was a breeze ; I doubted he weighed 140 pounds. First one wrist joint then the other was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and unable to go more than a few inches. Brandi gathered his clothes and handed them to me.

"May I be of serve to you tonight, Master ?"

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

"Yes, Master."I gave her irreverent little bottom a playful swat as she trotted past me. Minutes later I was back in the barn starting a fervor in the 55-gallon drums I had converted to an incinerator. All the wearing apparel, skid, and his stallion back pack were doused with faint fluid and lit. I turned my attention to the licence plate where I stripped off the tapes I had used to interchange the numeral from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to change the letters and act. It was so easily to change an"L"into an"E"or even a"B."The same could be done with the numbers. I moved the car outside where I washed the water-soluble flatware paint from the body changing it back to the dark Amytal it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me pick up the youth they'd write up a silver sedan, not a blue one, and a license plate issue that would lead the police in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, trunk, and hood as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd make it to a car wash and have the entire undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the interior would destroy any microscopical hint of his clothing or skid. Checking my watch, I saw it was only just past ten. I returned to the dungeon where I prepared a hypodermic—a immense quantity of estrogen and former hormones which I injected into my new slave's butt. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my slave Brandi up and into my theatre. An adjustment to her collar was made as I led her up the stairs. My failure to do so would give given her the shock of her spirit. The shoe collar were the primary instrument I used to ascertain my slaves. sure as shooting, I used party whip and harvest and canes and boat paddle, too. The slave hated to be beaten, but mostly they hated the shoe collar. I'd demonstrate it on my new subject tomorrow. Now, however, it was sentence to play.

I brought Brandi to my bedroom as I had many times before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching bikini panties, and her 5-inch bright shameful heels. Kneeling before me, head down she begged permission to undress me."Very well, Brandi you may brook and attend to 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, original,"she pronounced meekly and proceeded to close up my dress neatly over the rear of the chair as she had been taught. My underdrawers and socks were placed into the hamper while I moved to the side of the bed. Brandi took my invertebrate foot in her delicate hands and licked from heel to toe. Once my fillet of sole was houseclean, she inserted each of my toes into her mouthpiece and cleaned them. I lifted my other groundwork when I was satisfied. Finally, I pulled her up to the bed with me.

"ejaculate here and snog me."I pulled her into an embrace, her symmetrical D-cup boob pressing into my chest as our natural language dueled. I held her head, my fingers clutching her tomentum. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her head down. I could see Brandi's smile as she moved her mouthpiece over my cock. Slowly she licked the oozing pre-cum from the tip before engulfing my intact tool into her oral cavity. Her hand cupped my spiritualist testis as her read/write head bobbed up and down until I shot river after river of slick white cum into her throat.

I brought her up to me, kissing her and tasting my own ejaculate on her lip 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 front of me, my hand lightly cupping her breast, as we swiftly fell into a deep sleep.

I woke just after three, Brandi's ass exactly where I had left it. Twisting my body enabled me to make my night outdoor stage 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 access to her rear door.

A picayune lubricator was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's pissed little 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 ideal womanhood as possible.

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

I had worked for eight years as a add-in 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 clear even more as a slaver, especially one who produced very special kind of hard worker. There was an incredible demand for she-male striver. I could betray my untried acquisition—male and totally untrained—for as much as $ 10,000, although $ 7,000 was more the average. An untrained female would convey almost double. A completely take aim male, willing and open of using both kettle of fish should bring $ 50,000, a direct female $ 75,000. A she-male completely trained and compliant could contribute 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 argue that a John R. Major football virtuoso could get any substantial adult female he wanted and you'd probably be right. However, many womanhood are demanding and some are in it only for the money. Many women I had known as a practicing physician were instantly bitches. 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. cypher like that ever happened with a slave. Jenna, for example, was tall with a swimsuit model's body. At five substructure ten and 125 pounds she had long shapely ramification leading to a tight muscular ass and firm venter. Her shoulders were wide, accented by magnificent DD-cup breasts. Jenna lived to serve ; she would never opine of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in populace where she was attentive almost, but not quite, to the power point of clinging. She had natural long blonde hair I'd had styled into a ass cut and the palest blue optic I'd ever seen.

Jenna's face, like her body, could easily have been a good example's, and she was extremely hurt. Jenna, nee Marvin Neil Simon, was a math major in college two years ago, and even though she had been programmed to leave that, she had retained her discriminating intellect. I had given her a television receiver over the past few calendar month with access to the NFL Channel and ESPN. She was more intimate about football than most men.

Like to the highest degree slaver I kept my striver in chastity. stainless peter batting cage constructed to my exacting standards kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slavers, I believed in mixing reward with penalization. There were plenty of penalization, especially other on in training, involving canes and crop as well as impact from their collars. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three months ; I'd allowed her four climax during that period. Brandi had been with me for thirty months—two and a half eld. She had been a problem at first ; dear God, I had beaten her within an inch of her lifespan on several occasions, but recently—for more than six months -- her behaviour had been perfect.

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

Brandi reached behind her consistence to conduct 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 fiddling as she forced herself back until my pole was engulfed by her dulcet ass. My helping hand on her pelvis, I pulled myself deep into her gut. I fucked her concentrated and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a woman would in uncoiled sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my sweet cream.

I reached for the mountain chain around my neck."You sweet little gripe -- you deserve a reward. Lie on your vertebral column and spread your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the special lock. I pulled the cage off her organ and stroked it to hardness."I think person's very bore,"I whispered as I nuzzled her slender neck. Brandi moaned continuously as I stroked her swiftly to an overwhelm orgasm. Her inaugural ejaculation flew three groundwork into the air before landing on her perfect nipple. 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 come for her to lick from my fingers. I kissed her again before placing the cock cage on the floor for the rest of the nighttime. She kissed me with even greater emotion when she realized that she'd be free until morning.

"Don't worry skipper -- the only cock I'll spot will be yours."I kissed her again and we drifted back to a contented sleep.

I woke early as always, ready for another sexual climax. I looked up to discover my hard worker bore to bring home the bacon for my pauperization."Jerk me off, Brandi. yank me into your sass then clean house my cock. If you do a good job, I might take care of you myself."I opened my legs as Brandi took a placement between them. She reached for the lube and ran some over my cock before beginning the actual stroking. Using both hands she ran them up and down my growing erection. She used her hands to great reward, twisting and turning them as she squeezed my diaphysis with storm strength. My thrusting abdomen told her that my orgasm was near, just as it had done hundreds of clock time previously. Suddenly, Brandi's mouth was over my cock—and just in time—as I blew. Like a volcano, my cock pellet hot slick ejaculate with such strength that it would have gone easily three human foot into the air had Brandi's mellisonant mouth not captured it en route. She licked it houseclean before I pulled her up my soundbox for yet another hot long buss. We lay back on the pillows as I turned on the TV.

We could see my new Edgar Guest beginning to stir—beginning to spot his plight."Okay, dear let's snap a quick shower and some breakfast then we'll go and get together 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, boxershorts, and denim with lightweight sandals on my infantry. Brandi returned her bra and pantie to her body. Later, she would get dressed in clean clothing that I would fix. We ate a agile breakfast of coffee and frigid grain, carrying a tray down for Jenna. I had limited nutrient for my new slave.

Once in the hard worker quarters I met with both girl telling them what I expected them to wear. My choice was met with giggles. They enjoyed meeting new slaves for the firstly time. Once they were dressed, I opened his cellular telephone."Well, undecomposed morning…sleep well ?"As expected, my comments were met with a stream of profanity.

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explain your berth. I am a slaver ; you are now my hard worker. Today is the first day of your new life—your life as my slave. I'll break you and train you and when you're completely trained, I'll sell you, but not in your electric current flesh. We have a lot of employment to do today so we're going to protrude very soon, right after I introduce you to my former striver. Please come in, ladies."Jenna and Brandi walked in wearing their cute niggling schooltime girl uniforms—ironed and starched white blouses with fiddling pearl buttons and puffed abruptly sleeve over a blue and putting green tartan pleated skirt. Their human foot were covered with white bobbysocks socks and five-inch shiny black dog. My victim's centre looked like they would pop out of his head.

"This is Jenna. She'll be leaving us soon, heading to a new home in Texas. This is Brandi. Ladies, please turn around and show our guest your bodies."A instant later they had shed their blouses and bandeau, exposing their large perfect breasts."Please fall behind your skirts and turn around so our Friend can see your fantastic asses."They shimmied for several min until I told them to lose their panties. They were now bare except for their wind sock and shoes.

"okey, turn around and show off your especial surprise."

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

"Yes, indeed ; in a few month you'll have luscious breasts and a busty body almost woman would vote 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 pleas fell on deaf ears. I saw Brandi take the air up to him and kneel.

"I know what you're notion. I was the Saami way—small and slight, the kind of boy no adult female takes seriously. I was twenty and a virgin…and I was miserable until Master brought me here. I thought I was macho. I fought and fought, but where did it get me ? I was punished severely, beaten over and over into submission. Giving Master that submission was the outflank thing I ever did. I love him now and I know that he loves me, too. You need to slack and let it happen. It's going to whether you like it or not."She stroked the boy's brass and kissed his brow. It had a strangely calming issue on him so I continued.

"I'm going to place your dog collar around your neck. Once that's done, I'll be able to release your arms and peg, but don't get any ideas. I'm going to show you how it works first."I measured his neck and pulled the right sized collar from the cabinet. Kneeling over his bureau I locked it into place. I entered the number into my remote control and stood. It was pissed, but not restrictive. I saw he could breathe without difficulty."This should dissuade you from any stupid moves, unless your name is Brandi, that is."Jenna giggled ; Brandi looked suitably chastised. I pressed the button and watched as his organic structure went rigid. He screamed and screamed for several minutes even though the electrical shock lasted only a s. I released his feet and wrist joint, taking the shackle back to the cabinet to be saved for my following slave.

Returning to his cellular telephone I gave my get-go commands,"kneeling and present away from the door. clasp your hands behind your head. You will assume this position whenever I enter your cellular telephone. You will remain unsounded unless asked a conduct inquiry. Then your response will be either ‘ yes, master'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you understand me ?"I loved this division ; it almost always ended in a punishment for the slave.

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

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

He pulled himself up and resumed his position—a secure sign."No, Master."I patted his brass and walked to the adjacent bulwark where I unlocked a blade cabinet. Several orotund rubber 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 water. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her lips around the cock. Sucking countenance water and food to flow through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would obtain."The lighting will reverse green when the system is active. You will birth fifteen arcminute to eat and pledge. Then the light will change state red. I suggest you not waste the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drainage. This is where you'll urinate at showtime. Your bowel social movement will be taken precaution of through daily enemas. Eventually, you'll administer them yourself—three every cockcrow. We certainly don't want my cock covered with your shite, do we ? Okay, let's get started. hands behind your cover !"I applied handcuffs and pulled him to his feet. I wouldn't refer to him as a male after today.

I led him out to a shower bath in the large slave way where his ankle joint were fastened to shackles on the floor and his wrists to chains hanging from the ceiling. I began once he was stretched tightly by placing a cleaning lady's bathing cap over his hair and a blindfold over his center."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to hurt you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to remove your body hair—all of it—and I don't want it in your heart. 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 butt, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my manus were gloved up, I opened a quart bottle of depilatory lotion. Ten minutes later I had smeared a thick layer over her full torso from her face to her stomach, ass hole, ball sac and all the way down to her toes."It should burn a slight, but don't worry. Brandi has a hose and will moisten you down in a few minutes."I gave her a wink as she picked up the hosiery. Under other lot a wife or girlfriend might be tempted to squirt me, but a slave—never ! I stepped away and gave her the signal. Five minutes later Natalie's skin was clean. I removed the blindfold, toweled her dry, and applied a soothing lotion over her entire body. Once I was done, I moved up close behind her, rubbing her stomach while I nuzzled her neck and nibbled her ear. A lot of hombre will tell apart you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the right conditions…and I could tell these were the right status for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to find her putz semi-hard, but one or two CVA and she was as intemperately as she'd ever been. I gave Brandi a looking at and she scampered to the storage locker for Natalie's cage. I stroked her prick and ran my early hand up and down her ass crack, caressing her balls and fingering her anus. A minute later she exploded, thrusting her venter forward with every interjection. Her seed flew four understructure into the air. Reaching around her headspring I pulled her into a foresightful thick kiss. I knew she'd be mine when she responded, kissing me back with passion.

I pulled back, breaking the kiss."There's hope for you, Natalie. You're on the way to becoming a wonderful slave. I knew you were submissive the first time you opened your mouth. Soon you'll learn to know the taste sensation of come, but firstly affair first."Kneeling now in front of my au naturel slave I pushed the tube around her cock and fastened the stainless steel strap around her ball sac. Rising, I went to the cabinet, returning with an clyster kit and a pair of four-inch high heels.

Brandi lubed the metro and pushed it into Natalie's anus before pumping the balloon which would hold it in space. I could possess been brutal, but that would take time I just didn't have this morning. I allowed her to exhaust the enema almost immediately. Two enema later the water ran almost clear.

I knelt in front of Natalie and locked the skid onto her feet. Once done, I gave two injections—estrogen and a powerful stimulant that would assure her dynamic involution in this morning's exercise. I released Natalie from her bonds.

Moving to the room's center I removed a large circular plate from the story, casting it aside into the corner of the way. I walked to a bulwark, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a slot in the floor. 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 range of mountains and affixed it around her ball sac before locking it in place with an Allen pull."Now, Natalie dear, it's time to practice walking in cad. I suggest you stay fresh up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the military posture of a manifestation I pulled the chain. Natalie doubled over in pain."Yes, my good, there are dozens of sharp phonograph needle inside just waiting to skewer your sensitive egg. I'd check here to supervise, but I have to get to the airdrome. I'm setting it for four 60 minutes. You may sit once you've finished, but if you fall or sit while the machine is running…. Well, you've already had your demonstration, haven't you ? If you need to pee-pee just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their collars. We walked out of the way leaving poor Natalie at the mercy of a merciless machine that would work again and again in circles, dragging the new slave behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the step and into the theatre where they changed into tight tops and black Capri's. They wore similar sandals with two-inch dog on their feet. I opened the car's rear doorway for them and drove away, first to the car washables to remove any last traces of the silver grey 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 shake up hands once he was within grasp."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a long time to encounter Jenna."

The look on his face was priceless,"God, you're beautiful—even Thomas More than your photos."

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

Greg and Jenna sat in the plunk for seat on the drive home. They kissed and held each other as lovers should. Once we had arrived house Jenna carried his bag to her room. It was the second largest at twelve feet by fifteen with an attached Bath. Jenna returned at once, taking stead at her master's metrical unit.

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

"Yes, Master."She rose to her knees and moved between his leg, her campaign mirrored by Brandi between my ramification. Deft digit opened his swath and pulled his zipper down. secondment later his flaccid cock sprung Forth. Those same deft fingers massaged his Hammond organ until it had grown in length and cinch and hardened to steel. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her mouth over Greg's shaft and began the cock sucking of his life.

"Quite skilled, wouldn't you say, Greg ? Imagine this on a regular basis. It's almost too much to embrace, isn't it ? I've trained Jenna just as I've trained Brandi here to assist to your every need."Greg was speechless ; he couldn't find the give-and-take to evince the euphory he was experiencing. My hand found its way to Brandi's bobbing drumhead 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 accurate Saame service for her new Master.

Once she had licked his electric organ clean, she kissed the tip and returned it to its home. She returned her original's zipper and rap to their original term. Jenna was about to return to her positioning on the storey between Greg's legs when he pulled her up for a yearn deep buss. He sat back into the chairperson with Jenna on his lap, his arm around her waist.

Brandi was in my lap when I told her to change by reversal on the TV. I adjusted the epithelial duct to yield us a cleared painting of my Modern acquisition. She maintained a well-off aloofness behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few bit."Care to link me, Greg ? I have a few responsibility with my raw slave. We'll go out to dinner once I'm done."We four rose and walked out to the b. Less than a minute later we were in the great room. Natalie was concentrating so hard on her walking she barely noticed our arrival. I stopped the machine and removed the ring from her formal sac. I could see dozens of prick cross on the loose skin. They looked mean, but I knew from experience that they would heal completely in to a lesser extent than a week.

I'm sure Natalie was relieved when I had removed the ring, but she was also smart enough to proceed her oral cavity closed. I led her back to her mobile phone."I'm giving you two wheel of food and water—one now and one in four hours. You've done very well for your first day. I think you've earned a blanket."

Brandi retrieved one from the console and handed it to me. When I gave it to Natalie she knelt and kissed my skid saying,"Thank you, Master."I pulled her up for a delicious buss. She responded immediately to my attempt."Yes,"I thought,"I made a just choice."Natalie would work on out just ticket. I locked the cell threshold and we took a leisurely perambulation up to the barn.

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

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

"Of line, 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 peck out what she wears, Greg. Slaves don't make decisions like that. In fact, we'll talk at length tomorrow about managing your striver. That also includes penalization when necessary."

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

"I'm wearing a golf game shirt and slacks with loafers. Brandi will wear down something standardized to what she's wearing now. Come along, Brandi. I think I'd enjoy a shower bath, too."We returned to the planetary house, splitting up once we were on the endorsement story at our rooms. Brandi undressed me starting with my horseshoe and air-sleeve 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 original I ***********ed her clothing from underwear to horseshoe and jewelry. It was a special occasion so I allowed her to wear her diamond studs. Jenna had a matching couple. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to stop salad 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 living room. I had been certain that they would convey longer than us when we went upstairs. I was an experienced Master ; Greg was still an amateur. They joined us a few bit later."I just thought of something I need to do downstairs. It will only convey a few minutes. Come along if you wish, Greg, but I do require Jenna to accompany me."

We walked back down to the slave way and I opened Natalie's cellular telephone. She remembered to seize the set position—kneeling and facing away with her hand clasped behind her forefront."Very good, Natalie, I'm pleased you remembered. Now I want to show you something before you retire for the eve. Brandi, convey the jar."She turned immediately, scampering to the cabinet and returning with a bombastic mayonnaise jar. I took it and turned to Natalie as I spoke."bend around, Natalie. William Tell me—what's the difference between these teeth in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's mouths ?

There are more than a thousand tooth in here, taken from the backtalk of many hard worker, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a replete 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 Master's wonderful cock."

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

"Know the difference now, Natalie ? These teeth,"I said, holding the jar in front of her face"did touch my cock. Some of them were even foolish enough to bite me. Tomorrow you'll have your first fortune to blow my cock. You can recall during the night where you want your teeth to be—the jar or your mouth. By the way, I only use anesthesia for real OR. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cell before replacing the jar and locking the locker. I closed and locked the grievous steel doorway leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the area's finest steak houses. I had often taken both Jenna and Brandi out to eat. It was important that they know how to bear in public, just as it was important that neither reveal their status as our slave. header turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two stun cleaning lady on our arms. I never allowed my hard worker to drink so they had iced tea while Greg and I had margaritas on the rock-and-roll. We ordered for our women, as well, not that we cheated them. I ordered a petite filet medium rare and a lettuce hero sandwich with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a exchangeable meal for Jenna. Both slaves remembered to thank us for our consideration."Thank you, overlord,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. Several patron approached our board seeking autographs or photograph from Greg. He always included Jenna in the pic, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend. Several Loretta 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 house. I checked on Natalie and was pleased to notice her asleep wrapped in her blanket on the floor.

Tomorrow would be a big day for her. I dismissed Brandi and Jenna to their chamber while I spoke with Greg."I've already sent nigh of Jenna's clothing to your address in a crate along with an mixture of bondage and punishment implements. Jenna has been extremely well behaved. She was a instinctive submissive when she came here unlike Brandi who was a real challenge. All the same, you'll have to punish her tomorrow so she will bonk that you can and will do it if necessary. You will never take a reason, but I wouldn't be abusive with her. I suggest you give her six throw with the cane tomorrow morning. Afterwards, you can hold and caress her if you wish, or perhaps even fuck her. These actions will assist her to live with your dominance of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand estrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll need one a day to maintain her feminine traits. Let me know when you need to a greater extent. I'll give you the name of a supplier in your region or you can get them from me. Either way the monetary value will be the Saame. I'm sure you realize that you can do anything you want to Jenna. You can beat her every day—even kill her—but that would be a frightening wastefulness. She is an exceeding striver. There is literally nix that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three enema every break of day for the preceding two year. I doubt her digestive scheme even remembers what it's like to accept a shit. She will lie with you as many times as you wish. I do suggest you use a lubricator.

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

"You really think I have to punish her ?"

"Yes…you need to instal yourself as her superior. Now, she responds primarily to me, but once you have punished her, she will truly be yours. Afterwards, I suggest you fuck her or stimulate her nurse your cock. Both acts will facilitate her to bond with you and recognize your dominance, especially after a punishment. Any other questions ?"

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

I used my smart telephone set to approach the sign of the zodiac's intercom system."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in front of us in five minutes dressed in your skimpy Bikini. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the easy chairman and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our slave dressed as ordered. Greg asked another enquiry while we waited,"Will Jenna rebel once she's left you ? What will keep her from disappearing some day ?"

"Good interrogative, Greg—what will keep her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a lifelike submissive. She needs to be led as much as she needs air or water. She's often glad now as a female and a slave—your slave—than she was as a liberal male person. She has a really small prick ; it's only about three and a half inches long when erect. Would that have you an inferiority complex ? Jenna was miserable as a boy. I call her that because she would never accept 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 swimsuit were brief—barely there, in fact. Jenna walked up to Greg who reached out and cupped her inguen then looked at me in dismay."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the custom –made pad set into the fork of the causa. It had a recollective thin gap which held her turncock and cage and hid them from aspect."If you were to remove the Cage the presence of her prick would be even less obvious, but that will be your decision.

"Jenna, please kneel and remove your top."I continued once she had complied,"Do you call back your spirit 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 petite pecker made me very insecure. I didn't engagement practically because I was so afraid of sex and what would happen if the girl ever discovered my secret. I was very infelicitous, Master. I hated my life."

"And how do you feel about yourself now ?"

"I love my new organic structure, Master. I'm sexy and confident in my abilities to dish out my Master. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my Master. It is my persona in life sentence to serve. I have loved serving you, professional and I will screw serving my new lord. I will knead very hard to spend a penny Master Greg happy."

"Thank you, Jenna ; please return to your room and await your headmaster. Brandi, you may stay."I turned to Greg, handing him the magnetic key that would open Jenna's chastity twist."I have given Jenna an orgasm roughly once a calendar month. Once you have taken over you may do as you wish in this heed, 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 soothing lotion. How do you palpate when I do that to you, Brandi ?"

Her caput was down, her vocalization barely a rustling,"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 ground yourself as Jenna's Master. She'll be all yours by the time you leave on Lord's Day. It's expert that the football game season is over now. You'll have Thomas More meter with her. I'll spend more time with you tomorrow explaining the huge extent of the services she can and will perform for you. Now, what say we retire ? I think I need some workout before sleep. semen along, Brandi."I held her helping hand as we climbed the stairs, saying near Nox to Greg before turning into our room. Greg nodded and excused himself.

Greg found Jenna naked and kneeling just inside the door. She waited for him to address her, but answered promptly. She helped him to disinvest then led him back to the exhibitioner. She washed his body lovingly and was surprised when he took the liquid ecstasy and washed her."Thank you, passkey 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 torso, Master ?"

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

"Thank you, victor ; shall I prepare myself for you ?"Greg merely nodded ; it was more than enough to set Jenna into apparent motion. She lay on her back in the centre of the bed, a magnanimous pillow wedged under the small of her back, her legs up and her ankles over her shoulders. Her hand moved to the night stand to grasp the bottle of lubricating substance. She poured a liberal dosage onto her anus and worked it in with her finger's breadth. In moments she was prepared for her Master.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's leg and moved slowly into place, his hammer pressing against her confection anus. Jenna took some additional lube and chafe it into his erection. She grinned and nodded, noting her submission to her new schoolmaster."I am ready, Master. Do not worry about me. I am unimportant ; only your pleasure is important."

Greg wasn't so indisputable, but he pressed forward, pushing the tip of his midst tool into her. Jenna was tight, but she accepted him easily, having been prepared more than three hundred times by her lord. She moved back to accommodate him, wrapping her branch around his waist and fucking as a real woman would with her cunt. Greg moved down to her, taking her large firm breasts into his men and mouth. It was hard to trust that Jenna wasn't a real adult female, so naturalistic did her bosom feel beneath his fingers. Rex obviously did outstanding work as a charge card surgeon. Jenna kissed him madly, her tongue and his wrestling back and forth until Greg could persist in no more, blowing jet after jet of hot blanched seed into Jenna's deep dark yap.

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

"No, Master, I think you are a very considerate and loving superior. I look forward to serving you."She kissed him again before jumping up to the bathroom to wash off her butt and cleanse her dead body of the balance lubricating substance. She returned immediately to his side to dampen his shrinking cock. Once again, she ran to the lav before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

"schoolmaster,"she asked hesitantly,"I know you have to hurt me tomorrow. I have seen other slaves being prepared by their new master copy. I will try to select my penalisation well. I want you to be proud of me."Greg looked at her for a moment before pulling her close for a recollective tarriance kiss before they went to sleep.

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

CHAPTER 2

As was their tradition Brandi and Jenna rose betimes, heading heterosexual person to the bathroom, not to pee, but for their morning time enemas. Jenna was already into her s when Greg asked her what she was doing."The Lapplander thing I do every good morning, captain,"she replied,"making myself make 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 stopcock into her mouth and waiting patiently.

Greg stood there as if trying to go, but stepped back,"Thanks…maybe some other fourth dimension, but you can come up here and kiss me instead."Jenna was on her groundwork in a second pressure her lip 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 bit later.

Greg and I sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to set for four, but set only two shoes. They served the food—bacon, blimp, and scrambled eggs -- and took their stead 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 typeface between bites. The fille cleaned up while we enjoyed a second cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a horse then stepped aside with Brandi, my bridge player finding its way down her slacks and into her ass go. Jenna was told to strip and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to interpret and swallow my authority. I can and will hurt you, but only if you force me."smiling to myself I picked the lightest ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the forcefulness to really bite into her boldness. 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 minute of arc. 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 horse, sat on a chairperson and pulled Jenna across his legs. He rubbed the smooth application into her reddened ass with one mitt while he rubbed her back with the other. I could just hear him whisper,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to hold and hug him. They were off to a great start. I turned my tending to my new slave.

I wasn't at all surprised to find Natalie kneeling in the ordained position when I entered her cell. I cuffed her hands and led her to her morning enemas. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her hold it for fifteen minute of arc. I wasn't giving her huge sum of money of water, but the problems were as often psychological as physical. Later, when she was more experienced, I'd expect her to take over duplicate what she was getting now and I had a surprise for her tomorrow. I had secured her wrists behind her backrest and up to the roof for a reason. I wanted her sass at just the in good order height for her first—I assumed it was her first, but I've been wrong before—blowjob."So, Natalie…you've had all night to suppose. Where will your teeth be an hour from now ?"

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

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

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

"Okay, Natalie you can part by licking the oral sex and down the shaft."I held my cock just out of her grasp so she would birth to locomote forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the ebullience she showed. She had me grueling as a rock in second base. I leaned forward, sliding my cock into her rima oris. She sucked as she wrapped her natural language around my shaft. Slowly, I began to make love my slave's mouth, pushing my unvoiced eight inches deeper and deeper until she gagged."Learn to breathe through your nose on the out CVA, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to train all of it—every exclusive inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to get down it. I'll cane your sorry butt for every fall that hits the floor. Understand ?"

"Yesh, Mushter."It's hard to talk when your lip is full of hard thick cock.

"O.K., slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew R-2 after roach into her pharynx. She managed to take back most of it, but perhaps xxx percent found the trading floor. I pulled out, my cock covered with spit and moved to Brandi. She cleaned my cock perfectly before I moved to the cabinet and removed a crop with a stiff fiberglass shaft.

"I told you to swallow all of it, didn't I ? You've earned quite a drubbing. You'll clean the base with your tongue once I'm done. I'll expect you to numerate and if you don't, I'll just offset 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 dozen. 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 middle out. I let her rest for a few transactions 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 Master's substructure, her head lovingly against his thigh as he stroked her hair. I began the lengthy explanation about the orbit of servicing he could expect Jenna to execute. It went without saying that she would do all the housekeeping and cooking, but she could also do yard oeuvre, if necessity. She would execute sexually for him or anyone he designated, even gang bangs and bukkake as often as directed."She will contain your urine gladly ; she does a very good job of swallowing without spilling, but I have not trained her to deal with stool. It's a respectable way to pour down a slave. Know anything about E. coli ? It's a bacterium that's found in everyone's colon, hence the term ‘ coli.'However, in your upper digestive nerve pathway it can be deadly. I suggest you ignore most of the stuff you find on the cyberspace about the exercise. Those people are idiots."I continued describing her social skills, especially preparing for and hosting parties. All in all, I went on for Sir Thomas More than an hr."If you forget anything you can just ask Jenna. She will always tell you the truth."Greg looked down at her and she nodded. Jenna knew the penalty for lying ; she'd seen me party whip Brandi within an inch of her life while she was attached to the arm. Indeed, Brandi's screaming had caused Jenna to fall. Only my intervention had prevented the passing of her scrotum and balls.

It was a warm spring day, so I suggested Greg carry Jenna out to the back curtilage and patio for some sun, or perhaps even a swim in the hot up pool."Don't worry about a suit. I never use one either and your nudity won't come as a surprise or shock absorber to either Jenna or Brandi."He left with Jenna in tow a consequence later. I sat back in the chair and relaxed. Being a slaver could be such hard employment and I realized how much I would overlook Jenna. Greg and Jenna spent the entire day together bonding as I knew they would. I was especially pleased to see him dispatch her cock cage and masturbate her to completion. She licked his fingers clean, thanking him for the exclusive right of serving him. I returned to the donjon several clip to aim Natalie. She was able to handle the heels easily by the end of the good afternoon and had given me two more than cock sucking, too. She was capable to swallow enough the last prison term that I didn't trouble to outfox her. She'd absorbed almost two 12 of my o.k. since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the dayspring off once I had administered her enemas. I had to acquire Jenna and her new Master to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this time to a Japanese restaurant where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their acquirement with chopper sticks. We returned home and went to our respective suite. Jenna packed her and Greg's suitcase for the trip the following aurora before making sexual love. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard cock into her tight ass. I pulled out and came over her backrest. She turned around and took me into her oral cavity, cleaning my cock perfectly in second gear. 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 kiss before a exhibitor and I set her to her enemas while I padded downstairs and to the slave quartern to grapple with Natalie. She was progressing nicely, but she needed to be put into her place.

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

I opened her mobile phone to find her still at peace. A quick kick in the ribs brought her from her sleep. A legal brief moment later she was in position. I attached her handcuff and led her out to the enema area. I lubed the schnozzle and inflated it once she was safely secured. I had prepared the three enemas before waking the slave. There was a loud gasp when the icy cold water entered her bowel then she begged non-stop,"Please, headmaster it's cold…too frigid. Please."I responded by shoving a bollock bag into her mouth.

"guardianship to guess why I'm doing this, slave ? Because I can -- because I want to ; because I feel like hurting you this morning. You need to pick up your office. You're lower than the downhearted form of animation here—lower than the cockroaches. You'll take whatever I decide to hold you—love, hate, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was empty, let her book it for XX minutes, and enjoyed her bout. There was a Brobdingnagian suspiration of relief when I allowed the balloon to deflate and the water to enfeeble from her bowel. I waited a few minute of arc before beginning the second."Since you're complaining about being frigidity, I'll give you a minuscule something to warm you up."I showed her the three nursing bottle of Tabasco I had emptied into the bag. She howled in pain once the pee ran into her. I ignored her plea for mercy. Once again, I had her hold it before allowing it to drain from her body. She was exhausted, but I continued with the final—another ice-cold treatment, this metre with a menthol dead body rub. She hung from her Julian Bond when she was finished. I removed her gag and put it away.

"Let's see how you do now. Suck my peter, you bitch."I held it out just in front of her sass. She opened and slowly took me into her mouth. I pushed it deeper into her oral cavity and throat. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to lactate until I fucked her mouth viciously, cumming over her face and hair. She lay on the floor physically and emotionally drained. A import later I soaked her with the hose and rewarded her with a towel. She crawled to me to kiss my pes 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 aerodrome once I had returned to the house, stopping en road at a breakfast buffet where we all overate. I drove on to the airport, our sprightliness high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the terminal. I handed her driver's permission 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 John Milton Cage Jr. and a one-time credit card lock. She'll never get through security with that stainless steel one on. I've sent you several stainless 1 with her clothes so you can leave that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be trusted to remove it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a family rest room—the kind 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 line—where I shook Greg's handwriting and hugged Jenna."Be near, Jenna. Make me proud."

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

We were back on the interstate, just about to deform off on the exit ramp when Brandi exclaimed,"master !"She pointed across the main road. I could see two immature little girl hitching. In lupus erythematosus than a minute we were turned around and headed up the ramp on the opposite side. I rolled to a arrest 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 glad to avail you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missus. The daughter climbed into the backwards seat, their haversack thrown into the far corner.

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

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

"I wouldn't worry about that. Brandi has to go almost every 60 minutes, don't you, darling. We'll be stopping at to the lowest degree once every 75-80 miles."Brandi blushed, but nodded.

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

"We are,"replied the one behind me."We're twins ; certain it's okeh to deliver a soda water ?"

"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 home and short of money."

"Yeah,"they replied together,"tell us about it."They each reached into the tank, coming out with coke. I couldn't suppress a grin. Twins ! The sanctum grail of slave owner ! With rich clients in japan and Saudi Arabian Arabia I could start the bidding at a million—two if they were Virgo the Virgin. snake pit, I was a surgeon. If they weren't Virgo now, they would be by the time they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their number 1 drinkable. Twenty minutes later Brandi turned around to put their drinks into the cup holders. They were seconds from passing out. I'd have such fun with them as I turned them into twin slaves. blonde, blue eyed, lithe figures, and starter in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these girls were a slave dealer's wet ambition. I couldn't help laughing. Like one C of others, they should have listened to their mother, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .