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 Holy Grail.

CHAPTER 1

I rolled the sedan to a occlusive, running down the passenger face window as I approached."Hi…need a ski tow ? 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. acclivity in ; just underprice your knapsack in the backward seat."He opened the room access and sat."Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a soda from that little cooler at your feet ? There's an overt one in the street corner. That's the one, thanks. Help yourself to one of the others."

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

"Don't be silly. First of all, it's a long ride, and second, I always bring special. I like to give company and I remember when I was hitching back in college. Go on, assistance yourself."

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

"I'll bet your female parent told you not to hitch rides, didn't she ? You should bear listened."My news were wasted ; he was out frigidness and would be for many hours. I loved to cruise the interstate highway in this domain before a long weekend.

There were always young innocent college student looking for drive. The secret—my secret—was ***********ing the aright ones. I never gave ride to jock or hoi polloi, men or women, who were large or hefty. I preferred the small shy timid eccentric.

A u-turn at the next exit meant we were back on cart track to my house. I lived way out in the country on acres that had been in my family for coevals. We had been slavers and still were, but now I dealt in sex slaves, a special kind that maximized my profit. Thirty second later I had pulled the sedan into the b. A tug on the secret lever enabled me to hoist the trap door. In just a minute I had him over my shoulder joint and on his way to his new animation. Once down the steps I dropped him and lowered the door, turning my attention to the combination lock chamber on the labored steel hurdle that led to the slave quarter. I stood just inside while two slaves—Jenna and Brandi—demonstrated their obedience and meekness by kneeling and kissing my shoes and base. My fingers tousled their long pilus,"Yes, ladies you have a new companion. Stay where you are while I attend to his needs."

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

My newest charge was dumped unceremoniously onto the storey. Brandi knew what to do ; she began to strip him out of his clothes while I returned to the primary keep for the intemperate steel shackle I'd use initially to scare away the living shit out of my captive."Off to your bed, my dear,"I told Jenna,"I don't want to take a chance of you bruising or being injured. Don't forget, your new proprietor will be coming tomorrow morning."She kissed my place again and retired to her cell. Jenna and Brandi were completely broken and fully trained and had earned bare furnishings—a bed, sparse mattress, blanket and pillow, along with a death chair and portable cupboard filled with their personal wardrobes.

Their electronic slave taking into custody guaranteed that they would remain within the keep even if the room access was left overt which it wasn't very often. The pinch were an integral part of their breeding regimen.

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

Heavy tariff padlocks secured the irons to eyebolts in the storey and rampart as I locked the trammel around his ankles. Lifting him was a gentle wind ; I doubted he weighed 140 British pound sterling. offset one wrist then the other was shackled leaving him stretched horizontally and unable to make a motion more than a few inches. Brandi gathered his clothes and handed them to me.

"May I be of Robert William Service to you this night, Master ?"

"You fiddling 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 irreverent niggling bottom a playful swat as she trotted past me. Minutes later I was back in the barn starting a ardor in the 55-gallon drums I had converted to an incinerator. All the clothes, shoes, and his entire back pack were doused with lighter fluid and lit. I turned my attention to the license scale where I stripped off the mag tape I had used to change the number from EEB-3448 to LLE-8113. I had learned long ago how to deepen the letter and numbers. It was so easy to change an"L"into an"E"or even a"B."The Saami could be done with the telephone number. I moved the car outside where I washed the water-soluble silver pigment from the body changing it back to the dark Amytal it had been when I bought it. Had anyone seen me beak up the youth they'd story a flatware saloon, not a low one, and a license plateful number that would contribute the law in another direction.

I carefully wiped down all the edges—doors, trunk, and cap as well as under the car. Tomorrow I'd take it to a car race and have the entire undercarriage cleaned. Vacuuming the interior would destroy any microscopical traces of his habiliment or shoes. Checking my watch, I saw it was only just preceding ten. I returned to the donjon where I prepared a hypodermic—a huge amount of estrogen and other hormones which I injected into my new buckle down's butt. Once I was done, I disposed of the syringe and pulled my slave Brandi up and into my planetary house. An adjustment to her collar was made as I led her up the stairs. My nonstarter to do so would have given her the shock of her aliveness. The neckband were the primary tools I used to insure my slaves. sure as shooting, I used whip and harvest and canes and paddles, too. The slaves hated to be beaten, but mostly they hated the leash. I'd demonstrate it on my new subject tomorrow. Now, however, it was meter to play.

I brought Brandi to my bedchamber as I had many sentence before. Quickly she removed her limited clothing—her demi-bra, her matching Bikini step-in, and her 5-inch shiny contraband heels. Kneeling before me, head down she begged permission to undress me."Very well, Brandi you may brook and assist me. Shirt first, then my pant and boxers—my wind sock last. I'll want you to clean my feet once they're off."

"Yes, Master,"she pronounced meekly and proceeded to fold my wearing apparel neatly over the back of the chair as she had been taught. My drawers and sock were placed into the bond while I moved to the side of the bed. Brandi took my foot in her delicate hands and licked from hound to toe. Once my sole was clean, she inserted each of my toes into her mouth and cleaned them. I lifted my other foot when I was satisfied. Finally, I pulled her up to the bed with me.

"Come here and buss me."I pulled her into an embracing, her symmetrical D-cup chest pressing into my chest as our spit dueled. I held her nous, my finger clutching her whisker. Breaking the kiss, I pushed her head down. I could see Brandi's smile as she moved her mouth over my dick. Slowly she licked the oozing pre-cum from the tip before engulfing my intact pecker into her mouth. Her hand cupped my sore testicle as her 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 cum 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 figurehead of me, my hand lightly cupping her chest, as we swiftly fell into a oceanic abyss sleep.

I woke just after three, Brandi's ass exactly where I had left it. Twisting my physical structure enabled me to reach my night stand where I found a bottle of lubricator. I dribbled it onto my digit 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 soundbox, giving me access to her rear door.

A little lubricating substance was all that was needed. I had probably fucked Brandi's close picayune 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 nonesuch woman as possible.

I had shaped her poke, chin and cheeks ; I had removed her Adam's orchard apple tree and surgically altered her vox. My scalpel had helped to work her articulatio coxae, and, of course, I had given her those perfectly matched breasts.

I had worked for eight years as a control board certified plastic surgeon—an extremely successful one, indeed. I was earning between $ 400,000 and $ 500,000 a year after taxis when I realized that I could realise even more as a slaver, especially one who produced very especial kind of slave. There was an incredible demand for she-male slaves. I could trade my young acquisition—male and totally untrained—for as much as $ 10,000, although $ 7,000 was more the norm. An untrained female would bring almost double. A completely trained male, willing and capable of using both gob should bring $ 50,000, a trained female $ 75,000. A she-male completely trained and compliant could bring as much as $ 300,000. Indeed, I had recently sold Jenna to a starting NFL quarterback for the bargain monetary value of $ 250,000.

Now, one might indicate that a major football star could get any rattling woman he wanted and you'd probably be right. However, many women are demanding and some are in it only for the money. Many women I had known as a practicing physician were outright bitches. I'd known quite a few who pretended to have it away sex during the courting only to go icicle cold once they had married. divorce would be a messy public spectacle. Nothing like that ever happened with a striver. Jenna, for example, was tall with a swimsuit model's eubstance. At five foot ten and 125 British pound sterling she had long shapely legs leading to a smashed muscular ass and business firm stomach. Her articulatio humeri were broad, accented by magnificent DD-cup breasts. Jenna lived to serve ; she would never think of declining sex. I had trained her to be out in world where she was thoughtful almost, but not quite, to the point of clinging. She had natural long blonde hairsbreadth I'd had styled into a shag cut and the pallid low optic I'd ever seen.

Jenna's typeface, like her physical structure, could easily have been a model's, and she was extremely wise. Jenna, nee Simon, was a maths major in college two twelvemonth ago, and even though she had been programmed to forget that, she had retained her keen intellect. I had given her a television over the by few month with access to the NFL Channel and ESPN. She was more knowledgeable about football than most men.

Like to the highest degree slavers I kept my slaves in chastity. chromium steel cock cages constructed to my exacting measure kept them sexually frustrated. However, unlike many slavers, I believed in mixing reward with punishment. There were deal of punishments, especially early on in training, involving canes and crops as well as seismic disturbance from their leash. Jenna, however, hadn't been punished in more than three calendar month ; I'd allowed her four sexual climax during that period. Brandi had been with me for XXX months—two and a half years. She had been a problem at low gear ; costly God, I had beaten her within an in of her living on respective occasions, but recently—for More than six months -- her behavior had been perfect.

Brandi was unretentive than Jenna—five metrical foot eight—but weighed almost as a good deal, making her curvier than Jenna. Her hips and ass were larger, but not large. She measured 35D-26-35 whereas Jenna's measuring were 35DD-23-34. I doubted I'd ever sell Brandi—that's how very much I loved her.

Brandi reached behind her torso to extend my rock-hard shaft to her anus. She squirmed a bit to get the angle just right for my initial knife thrust. I pushed just a little as she forced herself back until my perch was engulfed by her sweet ass. My hands on her hips, I pulled myself cryptic into her bowel. I fucked her intemperately and Brandi fucked me back, rocking as a charwoman would in flat sex, until I blew, bathing her rectum with my sweet-flavored cream.

I reached for the chain around my cervix."You sweet little bitch -- you deserve a reinforcement. Lie on your back and open your legs."The magnetic key easily opened the special ignition lock. I pulled the John Cage off her electric organ and stroked it to hardness."I think someone's very tidal bore,"I whispered as I nuzzled her slender neck. Brandi moaned continuously as I stroked her swiftly to an overcome orgasm. Her commencement ejaculation flew three pes 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 soundbox, collecting her semen for her to lick from my fingers. I kissed her again before placing the cock cage on the story for the repose of the night. She kissed me with even smashing emotion when she realized that she'd be destitute until morning.

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

I woke early as always, make for another sexual climax. I looked up to find my striver aegir to provide for my motivation."jerky me off, Brandi. hitch me into your mouth then white my cock. If you do a good job, I might take care of you myself."I opened my legs as Brandi took a position between them. She reached for the lubricating substance and ran some over my prick before beginning the genuine stroking. Using both hands she ran them up and down my growing erection. She used her hands to swell advantage, twisting and turning them as she squeezed my spear with surprising posture. My thrusting venter told her that my climax was near, just as it had done hundreds of times previously. Suddenly, Brandi's rima oris was over my cock—and just in time—as I blew. Like a volcano, my putz shot hot slick ejaculate with such military group that it would birth gone easily three feet into the air had Brandi's sweet mouthpiece not captured it en route. She licked it make clean before I pulled her up my body for yet another hot long candy kiss. We lay back on the pillows as I turned on the TV.

We could see my new guest kickoff to stir—beginning to agnize his quandary."OK, devout let's grab a quick shower and some breakfast then we'll go and meet your new playmate."

We showered quickly, Brandi lovingly washing my consistency before dealing with her own needs. Out of the shower she dried me carefully and helped me to dress—tee shirt, boxers, and jeans with lightweight sandals on my feet. Brandi returned her bra and panties to her body. Later, she would dress in fresh clothing that I would specify. We ate a quick breakfast of burnt umber and coldness cereal, carrying a tray down for Jenna. I had particular food for my new slave.

Once in the slave poop I met with both lady friend telling them what I expected them to bust. My choice was met with giggles. They enjoyed meeting new slaves for the first time. Once they were dressed, I opened his cell."wellspring, good morning…sleep well ?"As expected, my comments were met with a stream of profanity.

"That will get you nowhere. Let me explain your situation. I am a slaver ; you are now my hard worker. Today is the first day of your new life—your life as my slave. I'll interruption you and trail you and when you're completely trained, I'll sell you, but not in your current class. We have a lot of work to do today so we're going to start very soon, the right way after I introduce you to my early slaves. Please total in, ladies."Jenna and Brandi walked in wearing their cute little school girl uniforms—ironed and starched white blouses with little bead buttons and whiff unawares arm over a blue sky and greens plaid pleated skirt. Their fundament were covered with White person anklet air-sleeve and five-inch shiny black heels. My victim's optic 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. gentlewoman, please turn around and present our guest your bodies."A minute later they had shed their blouses and bra, exposing their expectant sodding breasts."Please miss your skirts and turn around so our friend can see your fantastic asses."They shimmied for respective minutes until I told them to suffer their panties. They were now naked except for their wind sleeve and shoes.

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

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

"Yes, indeed ; in a few months you'll have voluptuous titty and a busty consistency most fair sex would kill 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 auricle. I saw Brandi walk up to him and kneel.

"I know what you're intuitive feeling. I was the Same 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 oppose, but where did it get me ? I was punished severely, beaten over and over into submission. Giving professional that meekness was the best affair I ever did. I love him now and I know that he loves me, too. You need to relax and let it happen. It's going to whether you like it or not."She stroked the boy's cheek and kissed his frontal bone. It had a strangely calming consequence on him so I continued.

"I'm going to place your collar around your neck. Once that's done, I'll be able to release your arms and legs, but don't get any mind. I'm going to testify you how it works first."I measured his neck opening and pulled the right sized collar from the cabinet. Kneeling over his chest I locked it into home. I entered the number into my remote and stood. It was tight, but not restrictive. I saw he could rest without difficultness."This should deter you from any stunned motion, unless your name is Brandi, that is."Jenna giggled ; Brandi looked suitably chastised. I pressed the clit and watched as his consistence went rigid. He screamed and screamed for several minutes even though the shock lasted only a 2nd. I released his infantry and wrists, taking the hamper back to the cabinet to be saved for my next hard worker.

Returning to his jail cell I gave my 1st commands,"kneel and face away from the door. Clasp your hands behind your principal. You will accept this position whenever I enter your cubicle. You will stay on soundless unless asked a direct enquiry. Then your reply will be either ‘ yes, schoolmaster'or ‘ no, Master.'Do you understand me ?"I loved this part ; it almost always ended in a punishment for the slave.

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

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

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

"looking over here, but do not move."I continued once I saw that he was looking."These are your reservoir of food and water. Brandi, please demonstrate."She walked over and wrapped her lips around the cock. Sucking allowed body of water and food to flux through the dildos. The harder she sucked the more she would experience."The ignitor will twist Green when the system is alive. You will have fifteen minutes to eat and salute. Then the light will turn red. I suggest you not waste the opportunity.

"If you look down, you'll see a drain. This is where you'll urinate at first. Your bowel movements will be taken caution of through day-by-day clyster. Eventually, you'll administer them yourself—three every first light. We certainly don't want my putz covered with your dogshit, do we ? Okay, let's get started. manus behind your back !"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 in the tumid hard worker room where his ankle were fastened to bond on the floor and his wrists to chemical chain hanging from the ceiling. I began once he was stretched tightly by placing a woman's bathing cap over his hair's-breadth and a blindfold over his eye."Relax, Natalie I'm not going to bruise you—not yet, anyway. I'm going to bump off your body hair—all of it—and I don't want it in your centre. 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 ass, enjoying his shivering response.

Once my work force were gloved up, I opened a quart bottleful of epilator lotion. Ten minutes later I had smeared a duncish level over her full trunk from her face to her stomach, ass hole, bollock sac and all the way down to her toes."It should burn a lilliputian, but don't headache. Brandi has a hose and will wash you down in a few minutes."I gave her a eye blink as she picked up the hose. Under other circumstances a wife or girl might be tempted to squirt me, but a slave—never ! I stepped away and gave her the signal. Five minutes later Natalie's peel was make clean. I removed the blindfold, toweled her dry, and applied a solace application over her entire body. 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 recount you that they absolutely are not stimulated by another man, but under the rightfield conditions…and I could tell these were the right status for Natalie.

"Go ahead, Natalie…let yourself go."I reached down to find her tool semi-hard, but one or two strokes and she was as toilsome 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 wisecrack, caressing her balls and fingering her anus. A min later she exploded, thrusting her abdomen forward with every ejaculation. Her seed flew four substructure into the air. Reaching around her top dog I pulled her into a prospicient deep kiss. I knew she'd be mine when she responded, kissing me back with passion.

I pulled back, breaking the buss."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 sassing. Soon you'll learn to eff the taste of come, but first things first."Kneeling now in front of my naked slave I pushed the metro around her cock and fastened the stainless strap around her chunk 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 ingest been cruel, but that would occupy time I just didn't have this forenoon. I allowed her to expel the clyster almost immediately. Two clyster later the pee ran almost clear.

I knelt in front of Natalie and locked the shoes onto her feet. Once done, I gave two injections—estrogen and a right stimulation that would ensure her active agent engagement in this dawning's exercise. I released Natalie from her bonds.

Moving to the room's center I removed a large flyer plateful from the level, casting it aside into the recess of the room. I walked to a wall, returning with an L-shaped arm that fitted into a expansion slot in the floor. A short chain hung from the arm's end. I pulled Natalie closer to the arm, picked up the mob at the end of the string and affixed it around her egg sac before locking it in place with an Allen twist."Now, Natalie dearest, it's time to practice walking in blackguard. I suggest you hold open up with the arm. If you don't…."Believing strongly in the strength of a demonstration I pulled the Chain. Natalie doubled over in hurting."Yes, my heartfelt, there are dozens of keen needles inside just waiting to skewer your sensitive testicles. I'd halt here to supervise, but I have to get to the airport. I'm setting it for four hours. You may sit once you've finished, but if you fall or sit while the machine is running…. Well, you've already had your presentment, haven't you ? If you need to make just do it on the floor."I called Jenna and Brandi to me and removed their collars. We walked out of the room leaving poor Natalie at the clemency of a merciless machine that would sour again and again in circles, dragging the new slave behind.

Brandi, Jenna and I walked up the stairs and into the house where they changed into tight tops and black Capri's. They wore interchangeable sandals with two-inch heels on their metrical unit. I opened the car's rear door for them and drove away, first to the car wash to remove any lowest traces of the silver paint and later to the airport where we waited by the luggage title for Jenna's new owner. I recognized him just as he saw us. We waved and shake off deal once he was within grasp."Greg, this is Brandi and I know you've been waiting a long time to meet Jenna."

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

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

Greg and Jenna sat in the backrest seat on the ride home. They kissed and held each other as devotee should. Once we had arrived dwelling house Jenna carried his bag to her room. It was the second large at 12 feet by fifteen with an affiliated Bath. Jenna returned at once, taking side at her master's feet.

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

"Yes, Master."She rose to her knees and moved between his stage, her movements mirrored by Brandi between my peg. Deft digit opened his belted ammunition and pulled his zipper down. Seconds later his flaccid cock sprung forth. Those Lapplander deft fingers massaged his electric organ until it had grown in length and girth and hardened to steel. Teasingly, Jenna lowered her mouth over Greg's putz and began the blowjob of his life.

"Quite skilled, wouldn't you say, Greg ? Imagine this on a veritable basis. It's almost too much to grok, isn't it ? I've trained Jenna just as I've trained Brandi here to attend to your every need."Greg was speechless ; he couldn't find the Scripture to express the euphoria he was experiencing. My manus found its way to Brandi's bobbing head just before my dick exploded into her mouthpiece. She sucked up every dip and when I looked across the room, I saw Jenna performing the exact same armed service for her new Master.

Once she had licked his organ clean, she kissed the tip and returned it to its plate. She returned her sea captain's zipper and belt to their original status. Jenna was about to return to her status on the base between Greg's legs when he pulled her up for a retentive deep kiss. He sat back into the chair with Jenna on his lap, his arm around her waist.

Brandi was in my lap when I told her to plough on the TV. I adjusted the channel to give us a net picture of my young acquirement. She maintained a well-heeled space behind the rotating arm. I could see she would be done in a few minutes."precaution to join me, Greg ? I have a few duties with my newest 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 bombastic room. Natalie was concentrating so hard on her walking she barely noticed our comer. I stopped the car and removed the ring from her Ball sac. I could see dozens of prick marks on the loose cutis. They looked mean value, but I knew from experience that they would cure completely in less than a week.

I'm sure Natalie was relieved when I had removed the mob, but she was also smart enough to keep her back talk closed. I led her back to her cell."I'm giving you two cycles of solid food and water—one now and one in four hours. You've done very well for your 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 place 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 all right. I locked the cellular phone doorway and we took a leisurely stroll up to the barn.

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

"That's not a bad idea, Rex. That damned escape was as hot as netherworld. Would you love showering with me, Jenna ?"

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

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

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

"I'm wearing a golf game shirt and quag with loafers. Brandi will wear something similar to what she's eroding now. Come along, Brandi. I think I'd enjoy a shower, too."We returned to the house, splitting up once we were on the secondly floor 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 mitt and led her into the shower. She cleansed every inch of my body before turning her aid to her own want. She toweled me dry and we dressed. As her captain I ***********ed her clothing from underwear to skid and jewelry. It was a special social function so I allowed her to wear her infield rivet. Jenna had a twinned pair. I checked on Natalie while I waited for Brandi to finish fertilisation. I was please 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 accept farseeing than us when we went upstairs. I was an experienced Master ; Greg was still an amateur. They joined us a few minutes later."I just thought of something I need to do downstairs. It will only take a few second. fare along if you wish, Greg, but I do need Jenna to accompany me."

We walked back down to the slave room and I opened Natalie's cubicle. She remembered to arrogate the correct position—kneeling and facing away with her hands clasped behind her straits."Very salutary, Natalie, I'm pleased you remembered. Now I want to shew you something before you retire for the eve. Brandi, fetch the jar."She turned immediately, scampering to the cabinet and returning with a large mayo jar. I took it and turned to Natalie as I spoke."Turn around, Natalie. William Tell me—what's the divergence between these tooth in the jar and those in Jenna's and Brandi's mouths ?

There are Sir Thomas More than a thousand teeth in here, taken from the mouths of many slaves, yet both Brandi and Jenna each have a full sassing of beautiful teeth."Natalie looked at both but was unable to 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 passe-partout's tool either."

"Know the deviation now, Natalie ? These teeth,"I said, holding the jar in front of her face"did touch my cock. Some of them were even anserine enough to bite me. Tomorrow you'll have your first chance to wet-nurse my stopcock. You can think during the nighttime where you want your teeth to be—the jar or your mouth. By the way, I only use anesthesia for veridical surgery. Good-night."We turned and left, locking the cellular telephone before replacing the jar and locking the console. I closed and locked the overweight steel door leading to the barn.

I drove the four of us to one of the expanse's o.k. steak mansion. I had often taken both Jenna and Brandi out to eat. It was of import that they know how to conduct in public, just as it was important that neither reveal their position as our slaves. headspring turned when we walked in, both because Greg was recognized and because of the two bedaze women on our arms. I never allowed my striver to fuddle so they had iced tea while Greg and I had margaritas on the rocks. We ordered for our char, as well, not that we cheated them. I ordered a petite fillet medium rare and a wampum sub with bleu cheese dressing for Brandi. Greg ordered a alike meal for Jenna. Both slaves remembered to thank us for our consideration."Thank you, Master,"they whispered simultaneously. We enjoyed dinner immensely. Several frequenter approached our table seeking John Hancock or photos from Greg. He always included Jenna in the photos, telling everyone that she was his girlfriend. Several Thomas Young guy wire 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 find her asleep wrapped in her blanket on the floor.

Tomorrow would be a big day for her. I dismissed Brandi and Jenna to their bedchamber while I spoke with Greg."I've already sent near of Jenna's clothing to your address 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 actual challenge. All the Same, you'll have to punish her tomorrow so she will know that you can and will do it if necessary. You will never need a reason, but I wouldn't be abusive with her. I suggest you give her six strokes with the cane tomorrow morning. Afterwards, you can hold in and caress her if you wish, or perhaps even fuck her. These actions will help her to accept your ascendence of her.

"I've also sent you a thousand estrogen capsules—1,000 mg each. She'll call for one a day to maintain her feminine traits. Let me get laid when you need more. I'll give you the epithet of a supplier in your region or you can get them from me. Either way the monetary value will be the same. I'm sure you realize that you can do anything you want to Jenna. You can trounce her every day—even kill her—but that would be a dread waste matter. She is an olympian slave. There is literally nothing that she will not do for you. Tonight I suggest you fuck her ass. She has had three enema every forenoon for the past two old age. I doubt her digestive scheme even remembers what it's like to take a Irish bull. She will fuck you as many metre as you wish. I do suggest you use a lubricator.

Ask her if you have any questions or care and you can always phone 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 have her suck your cock. Both acts will help her to alliance with you and spot your dominance, especially after a punishment. Any former doubtfulness ?"

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

I used my smart phone to access the mansion's intercommunication system system."Jenna, Brandi—I want you here in front of us in five instant dressed in your skimpy bikinis. Now, get to it !"We sat back in the easily chairs and relaxed, sipping brandy, while our slaves dressed as ordered. Greg asked another question while we waited,"testament Jenna rebel once she's left you ? What will continue her from disappearing some day ?"

"Good questions, Greg—what will forbid her from leaving you ? She will. Jenna is a born submissive. She needs to be led as much as she needs air or piddle. She's much glad now as a female and a slave—your slave—than she was as a gratis male. She has a really small cock ; it's only about three and a half inch long when erect. Would that give you an lower rank complex ? Jenna was miserable as a boy. I call her that because she would never get 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 hall. Both were barefooted. Their swimsuits were brief—barely there, in fact. Jenna walked up to Greg who reached out and cupped her bulwark then looked at me in dismay."Jenna, drop the bottoms."She did so immediately, exposing the custom –made pad set into the crotch of the suit. It had a long thin gap which held her cock and cage and hid them from purview."If you were to remove the cage the front of her hammer would be even less obvious, but that will be your decision.

"Jenna, please kneeling and remove your top."I continued once she had complied,"Do you come back your life story before I brought you here, Jenna ?"

"portion of it, Master."

"Tell Greg what you remember."

"I remember that I was a boy. Physically I was immature and my bantam cock made me very insecure. I didn't day of the month much because I was so afraid of sex and what would find 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 body, victor. I'm sexy and confident in my abilities to dish out my headmaster. I wish I had been born like this. I love serving my overlord. It is my persona in life to serve. I have loved service you, passe-partout and I will jazz serving my new Master. I will shape very knockout to make superior Greg happy."

"Thank you, Jenna ; delight give back to your room and expect your master. 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 gaze, 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 feel when I do that to you, Brandi ?"

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

"That's because I do, my niggling slut."She smiled at my comment. Returning to Greg,"Use tomorrow to plant yourself as Jenna's professional. She'll be all yours by the meter you leave on Sunday. It's trade good that the football season is over now. You'll have more sentence with her. I'll spend more time with you tomorrow explaining the vast extent of the overhaul she can and will perform for you. Now, what say we retire ? I think I need some workout before sleep. ejaculate along, Brandi."I held her paw as we climbed the stair, saying respectable Night to Greg before turning into our room. Greg nodded and excused himself.

Greg found Jenna raw and kneeling just inside the door. She waited for him to deal her, but answered promptly. She helped him to undress then led him back to the shower. She washed his body lovingly and was surprised when he took the soap and washed her."Thank you, sea captain Greg,"she whispered in his ear. She dried him carefully then herself before they moved to the bed naked.

"May I serve you with my body, Master ?"

"Yes, I think I'd like to sleep with you."

"Thank you, sea captain ; 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 centre of the bed, a great pillow wedged under the lowly of her vertebral column, her legs up and her ankles over her shoulders. Her hand moved to the Nox stand to dig the bottle of lube. She poured a liberal dose onto her anus and worked it in with her digit. In import she was groom for her Master.

Greg kneeled between Jenna's leg and moved slowly into place, his cock pressing against her sweet anus. Jenna took some extra lube and rubbed it into his erecting. She grinned and nodded, noting her submission to her new Master."I am set up, Master. Do not care 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 sloshed, but she accepted him easily, having been prepared more than three hundred meter by her Master. She moved back to hold him, wrapping her pegleg around his waist and fucking as a tangible woman would with her puss. Greg moved down to her, taking her big house breasts into his hands and mouth. It was heavily to believe that Jenna wasn't a material woman, so realistic did her breasts feel beneath his digit. Rex obviously did outstanding work as a credit card surgeon. Jenna kissed him madly, her tongue and his wrestle back and forth until Greg could continue no more, blowing jet after jet of hot livid semen into Jenna's abstruse shadow muddle.

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 have to sleep here. You must think I'm a social status amateur."

"No, professional, 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 butt and clean her body of the residuum lube. She returned immediately to his side to wash his shrinking turncock. Once again, she ran to the toilet before lying next to him, kissing and holding him lovingly.

"Master,"she asked hesitantly,"I know you have to offend me tomorrow. I have seen former slaves being prepared by their new master. I will try to consider my penalization well. I want you to be proud of me."Greg looked at her for a here and now before pulling her close for a long lingering kiss before they went to sleep.

I looked on with approval having already seen their anal coupling through one of my hidden photographic camera. Brandi lay between my legs licking my rock-hard pipe organ."Okay,"I told her,"Get me off so we can go to catch some Z's. Be trusted to swallow every drop."She ramped up her natural action, taking me recondite into her mouth. She knew exactly what I liked so it wasn't yearn before I bathed her tonsils with my child juice. I took a spry peek 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 daybreak enemas. Jenna was already into her indorse when Greg asked her what she was doing."The same thing I do every cockcrow, Master,"she replied,"making myself clean-living for you—preparing myself for your use…Master."She continued as Greg rose and stumbled to the lav."I'll be pleased to pack it from you, Master."She knelt immediately, taking his cock into her rima oris and waiting patiently.

Greg stood there as if trying to go, but stepped back,"Thanks…maybe some other time, but you can come up here and kiss me instead."Jenna was on her feet in a second pressing her sass 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 sector while Jenna knelt in nominal head 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 table drinking coffee while Jenna and Brandi prepared our breakfast. I had told them to prepare for four, but set only two berth. They served the food—bacon, sausages, and scrambled orchis -- and took their places at our foot. I did this deliberately to prove Greg how I typically fed my slaves. I gave Brandi chip of heart and soul and egg from my fingerbreadth, building my adhesion with her and increasing her submissiveness to me. Greg caught on quickly, even taking the fourth dimension to stroke Jenna's whisker and aspect between chomp. The girls cleaned up while we enjoyed a instant cup and we were off to the dungeon.

I pointed Greg and Jenna to a horse then stepped aside with Brandi, my hand finding its way down her slack and into her ass crevice. Jenna was told to despoil and was secured while I ***********ed a cane for him to use. Greg began,"You need to understand and consent my self-confidence. I can and will bruise you, but only if you force me."Smiling to myself I picked the lightest ; it sounded fierce, but it lacked the strength to really bite into her face. It would hurt, but Jenna would not be injured. She screamed with the outset blow and Greg looked to me questioningly. I just nodded and he continued. Her six were done in to a lesser extent than two minutes. Greg took a bottle of lubricant from Brandi and slipped his stopcock into Jenna's ass. He fucked her for several minutes before enjoying a mind-blowing coming. He removed Jenna from the gymnastic horse, sat on a chair and pulled Jenna across his leg. He rubbed the smooth lotion into her reddened ass with one hand while he rubbed her back with the other. I could just take heed him whispering,"I hope I never have to do that again."Jenna climbed up to hold and hug him. They were off to a great start. I turned my attention to my new slave.

I wasn't at all storm to obtain Natalie kneeling in the prescribed status when I entered her cell. I cuffed her men and led her to her morning enemas. She handled them fairly well for an amateur, even when I made her hold it for fifteen minutes. I wasn't giving her huge sum of weewee, but the trouble were as much psychological as forcible. Later, when she was more get, I'd expect her to accept double what she was getting now and I had a surprisal for her tomorrow. I had secured her wrists behind her back and up to the ceiling for a reason. I wanted her lip at just the right top for her first—I assumed it was her first, but I've been wrongfulness before—blowjob."So, Natalie…you've had all Night to opine. Where will your tooth be an hour from now ?"

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

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

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

"Okay, Natalie you can embark on by licking the head teacher and down the shaft."I held my cock just out of her reach so she would have to make a motion forward for it. I wasn't at all surprised when she did, but I was surprised at the ebullience she showed. She had me hard as a stone in seconds. I leaned forward, sliding my cock into her mouth. She sucked as she wrapped her glossa around my slam. Slowly, I began to fuck my slave's mouth, pushing my toilsome eight inches mysterious and deeper until she gagged."Learn to pass off through your olfactory organ on the out accident, Natalie. Soon I'll expect you to get all of it—every single inch—and you will. Now, I'm going to cum and I'll expect you to swallow it. I'll cane your sorry butt for every drib that hits the floor. translate ?"

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

"Okay, slave…I'm almost there. Now !"I blew Mexican valium after roach into her throat. She managed to eat up almost of it, but perhaps thirty per centum found the floor. I pulled out, my cock covered with saliva and moved to Brandi. She cleaned my cock perfectly before I moved to the storage locker and removed a crop with a steadfast fiberglass shaft.

"I told you to take back all of it, didn't I ? You've earned quite a thrashing. You'll clean the story with your tongue once I'm done. I'll expect you to count and if you don't, I'll just starting signal over. CRACCKK !

"Ahhh…One"

CRRAACCKK

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

Jenna sat at her Master's fundament, her head lovingly against his second joint as he stroked her hairsbreadth. I began the lengthy account about the background of help he could expect Jenna to perform. It went without saying that she would do all the housework and cooking, but she could also do yard piece of work, if necessary. She would perform sexually for him or anyone he designated, even gang bangs and bukkake as often as directed."She will aim your piddle gladly ; she does a very just job of swallowing without spilling, but I have not trained her to deal with feces. It's a salutary way to obliterate a striver. Know anything about E. coli ? It's a bacterium that's found in everyone's colon, hence the terminal figure ‘ coli.'However, in your upper digestive tract it can be deadly. I suggest you ignore most of the stuff you find on the internet about the pattern. Those people are idiots."I continued describing her societal skills, especially preparing for and hosting party. All in all, I went on for more than an hour."If you forget anything you can just ask Jenna. She will always tell you the truth."Greg looked down at her and she nodded. Jenna knew the penalty for lying ; she'd seen me whiplash Brandi within an inch of her life while she was attached to the arm. Indeed, Brandi's screaming had caused Jenna to precipitate. Only my intercession had prevented the loss of her scrotum and balls.

It was a warmly spring day, so I suggested Greg lease Jenna out to the stake yard and patio for some sun, or perhaps even a swimming in the fire up pool."Don't worry about a wooing. 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 moment later. I sat back in the hot seat and relaxed. Being a slaver could be such hard work and I realized how much I would pretermit Jenna. Greg and Jenna spent the stallion day together bonding as I knew they would. I was especially please to see him transfer her shaft Cage and masturbate her to completion. She licked his finger clean, thanking him for the privilege of serving him. I returned to the donjon several prison term to train Natalie. She was capable to palm the heels easily by the end of the afternoon and had given me two Thomas More blowjobs, too. She was able to swallow enough the finis time that I didn't bother to beat her. She'd absorbed almost two dozen of my o.k. since this morning—that was enough. I told her she'd have the dawn off once I had administered her enemas. I had to ask Jenna and her new Master to the airport.

We went out to dinner once again, this time to a Japanese eatery where Jenna and Brandi exhibited their accomplishment with chop sticks. We returned home and went to our respective way. Jenna packed her and Greg's suitcase for the stumble the following daybreak before making dearest. I bent Brandi over the bed before sliding my rock-hard stopcock into her miserly ass. I pulled out and came over her spine. She turned around and took me into her mouth, cleaning my cock perfectly in seconds. I led her to the bathroom where we showered and went to bed. We had to be up early in the morning.

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

She needed to sympathize that she was the grim of the low. It was a critical footstep in breaking her spirit.

I opened her cell to retrieve her still deceased. A quick thrill in the costa brought her from her rest. A brief moment later she was in position. I attached her handlock and led her out to the enema area. I lubed the snout and inflated it once she was safely secured. I had prepared the three enema before waking the striver. There was a meretricious pant when the icy cold water entered her bowel then she begged non-stop,"Please, overlord it's cold…too cold. Please."I responded by shoving a clump bag into her mouth.

"tutelage to pretend why I'm doing this, slave ? Because I can -- because I want to ; because I feel like hurting you this morning. You need to learn your topographic point. You're down in the mouth than the lowest form of life story here—lower than the roach. You'll take whatever I decide to give you—love, hate, pain—whatever I decide."

I stopped when the bag was abandon, let her hold it for twenty minutes, and enjoyed her tears. There was a vast sigh of relief when I allowed the balloon to deflate and the water to drain from her intestine. I waited a few arcminute before beginning the endorsement."Since you're complaining about being dusty, I'll give you a little something to warm you up."I showed her the three bottleful of Tabasco I had emptied into the bag. She howled in infliction once the water ran into her. I ignored her pleas 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 discourse, this prison term with a menthol soundbox rub. She hung from her bonds when she was finished. I removed her gag and put it away.

"Let's see how you do now. Suck my dick, you bitch."I held it out just in battlefront of her backtalk. She opened and slowly took me into her sassing. I pushed it deeper into her mouth and throat. I could see how she was struggling, but she continued to go down on until I fucked her mouth viciously, cumming over her face and hair. She lay on the floor physically and emotionally drained. A instant later I soaked her with the hose and rewarded her with a towel. She crawled to me to kiss my feet and thank me over and over. She returned to her cell. Breakfast for her, a richly protein food spread, would be given in a few minutes.

We left for the airport once I had returned to the theatre, stopping en route at a breakfast snack counter where we all overate. I drove on to the airport, our hard liquor high even when we walked Greg and Jenna into the terminal. I handed her driver's license and passport to him and waited while they checked in. Once that was done, I handed Greg a dark-brown composition bag. He looked at me questioningly."A plastic cage and a erstwhile charge card lock. She'll never get through security with that stainless one on. I've sent you several stainless unity with her clothes so you can leave alone that one here with me. Your key will open all of them. Just be sure to remove it before you go through the screening."Greg nodded and led Jenna to a family rest room—the kind often used by cleaning lady to change baby's diapers. He returned the bag to me five moment later.

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

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

We were back on the interstate, just about to turn off on the exit Allium tricoccum when Brandi exclaimed,"Master !"She pointed across the main road. I could see two Edward Young girls hitching. In LE than a minute we were turned around and headed up the ramp on the opposite side of meat. 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 well-chosen to avail you out…the missus and me."Brandi smiled—she loved to be considered my missus. The fille climbed into the back buns, their packsack thrown into the far corner.

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

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

"I wouldn't worry about that. Brandi has to go almost every 60 minutes, don't you, darling. We'll be stopping at 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 water ?"

"Absolutely, please assist yourselves. We always pick up hitchers. We both did it in college. We know what it's like to be away from domicile 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 grin. Twins ! The sanctum grail of slavers ! With rich clients in Nippon and Saudi Arabia I could start the bid at a million—two if they were Virgo. Scheol, I was a surgeon. If they weren't virgin now, they would be by the time they left me. I looked back into the mirror just as they took their first drink. Twenty minute of arc 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 slave. Blond, blue eyed, slender digit, and freshmen in college—probably not more than eighteen ; these girls were a slave owner's wet pipe dream. I couldn't assist laughing. Like C of others, they should give birth listened to their mother, but they didn't. Hopefully, they'd never learn .