Dark Erotic Fiction

Later in the afternoon, a happy-looking Joan entered Mr. Johnson’s office. “Got a while to talk? she asked.

“Yes. Please shut the door and have a seat. How did all of this come about with your young man?”

Joan explained meeting him in class, getting to know him, and last night’s events. “I didn’t expect this. I was just looking for some company and some fun.”

“Life is what happens while you make other plans. I suppose you are worried about this development after what I told you yesterday?”

“Yes. Hew wants me to move in with him. You want to relocate me to your house. He wants me. You want me. You have the legal, enforceable claim.”

“Yes, I do, and I’m not giving up my access to you. However, I’m not going to get in his way, either. I really do want you to stay on after the end of the current contract, and I don’t need you mad at me.”

“Thank you. I wasn’t going to ask you not to use me. I told you yesterday I wanted you to use me more. I still do, by the way. Jim told me that he would like something as special as sex reserved to him, but he knows it can’t happen and understands why.”

“Smart man. Am I going to have trouble with him?”

“I don’t think so. I’d like you two to get to know each other.”

“Fine by me. How?”

“You’ll think this is crazy, but how about a Joan sandwich?”

Mr. Johnson sat back and thought. “Both of us at once? That would be an awfully big first step. And who would get what hole?”

Joan considered, and said, “We might have to commit to two events, with role switching for you two.”

“I take it this is one of your fantasies.”

“Yes, for a long time.”

“With you bound, on top of it?”

“The first times, no, because it will be complicated enough without that.”

“Intriguing, and sounds like fun, but I think we should ease up to that. Maybe we should just start out having a drink together, out in the bar some afternoon.”

“That’s a really good idea. I was thinking of having him come by during some slow time so he could see the place and watch what happens. I was thinking of getting cuffed and sucking him.”

“Not a bad idea. It gets him used to your other life. I’d be tempted to sit with him and have you do me, too.”

“That might be a good thing to do.” She hesitated, then continued. “Mr. Johnson, is this going to damage my relationship with you? That’s not what I want. You’ve been very good to me, and I appreciate it as only a well-treated slave can appreciate it.”

“Joan, we’re behind closed doors, discussing us. Call me George. No, I don’t think this will damage us. It will make things more complicated. I did want to take you home with me. I may stay over here more, like I did last night. I had those two sleep in the bed with me, and Delia woke me by rubbing my cock in the middle of the night, and that started another escapade. See? I can still tell you about my sexual exploits.”

“Thank you, George. They did look rather satisfied out on the sidewalk. What’s with the unheld leashes and no cuffs?”

“The leashes were a whim, and I didn’t feel like holding on to them when we got on the street. White collars are unlikely to run, especially those two. I had the two best looking women in the place. It’s funny. I thought that continuous exposure to nude women would blunt my appreciation of them, but it hasn’t declined too much.”

Joan grinned and hitched her knees up over the arms of the chair she was in, widely exposing herself. “This doesn’t affect you, huh?”

George laughed. “It does, powerfully. You can stay in that position until I say otherwise.”

She stayed, and went on, “You wanted me to stay at your house. What were your intentions?”

He laughed. “Strictly dishonorable. I wanted you there in the morning for sex. I admit, I am very fond of you. It isn’t what I had with my wife, and I wasn’t going to propose matrimony, but there were elements of that feeling in there. I still want to take you home with me from time to time. Would you object to that?”

“No. I’d be honored.”

“Would Jim object?”

“He understands the contract. I explained it to him. I think that as long as he gets what he needs regularly, it won’t bother him. He did say that any contract extension could be renegotiated.”

“That’s one clause that won’t get changed.”

“Agreed.”

He was a bit surprised. “I thought you would want to go along with his wishes.”

“Somewhat. I still like sex with you. I’m going to try to get him used to the thought of sharing. I talked with my lawyer and he said there was something he was working on that involved setting up a trust to own a slave as a corporate asset, and that the terms of the trust and the trustee would protect the slave. That way, there can’t be any PPC or husband enslavement or judicial enslavement. I’m sure there are holes in it, but it sounds like the best bet. My tentative plans are to try to extend our contract to my 21st birthday, get that trust set up, and then lease myself to the bar. I might even marry Jim, if he still wants me, even though marriage with a slave is a bit of a sham.”

“Good. I was serious about the cash bonus. I also realize that you will need money for school and more time for the university. Half of your time is worth far more than all the time of most of my other senior slaves.”

“Thank you.” She paused . “Is that the fancy new desk you told me about?”

“Yes, and I was wondering who to put in it first. I had thought to put Louise in it while I was talking to you.”

“Shame on you. I’m chief supervisor, and I deserve the honor. How does it work?”

She walked around behind the desk to look. George lowered the slave support, which was motorized, and pointed out the bench, the attachment points for arms and legs, and the place where a head box could isolate the slave so she couldn’t see or hear. Joan got into the contraption and buckled the torso belts, and looked up at him. “Go ahead.” He fastened her wrists into cuffs on the support, then drew her legs apart. There were two ways to attach legs. One was with knees bent, for the less-limber, and another was with legs wide, straight out. He opted for the latter. He knew it would be painful after an hour or so, but he didn’t plan on keeping her in there too long. After all was attached, he raised the platform until her crotch was about the right height. He dropped his pants, put on a condom, and inserted himself. He made a small adjustment to match positions, then stood still and enjoyed. He read reports, answered calls, and stared into space. He finally realized that it had been 45 minutes, he was still inside her, and she hadn’t complained. He thought about a quick active fuck, but decided to reserve it. He withdrew, lowered the platform, and released her. “What do you think of it?”

“Relaxing. I think that leg position would have gotten bad after a while. How did you like it?

“Not as much fun as active sex, but lasts a lot longer. Are you meeting your young man after closing?”

“Yes, but it’s a long walk.”

“We need to work that out. Have him pick you up tonight.”

“OK. I’d better get out there and get things going.”

“Go ahead. Send in Louise for the next shift in my desk.”

Tags: enslavement, pain

After a long, delightful lunch, even with the dildo locked inside her, John took Mona home. She went to the bedroom to get naked, as she was supposed to be in the house. As she was finishing, John came in with the armbinder. “Turn around and fold your arms,” he said. When she looked at him in confusion, he said, “This was a furlough, not a commutation.” She smiled and complied, and John fastened the armbinder on her. A long kiss, a few breast tweaks, and he was off to work.

Mona sat and contemplated an afternoon without her arms. She finished the newspaper, watched a little more television, and after some experimentation found that she couldn’t stimulate herself with the clit guard in place on the dildo. It was still slowly thrumming inside her, just enough to keep her aroused, but not enough for any more.

Suddenly, John’s voice came from her collar, which she knew included a cell phone. “Naughty, naughty, my lady, trying to play with yourself.”

“How did you know?”

“I told you that it was sensitive to pressure. I didn’t turn on the auto-shock, but it still reports it to the collar, and I can query the collar. I’ll turn a few things on in the dildo for you.”

Mona tensed, expecting a blast of electricity. Instead, the clit shield started an intense vibration that nearly lifted her off the couch. It went on for fifteen seconds, and stopped. She was breathing heavily. “How was that, Mona?”

“It was lovely. Please turn it on again.”

“It will go on and off at random intervals for the rest of the afternoon. Have a good time.” The connection was gone.

Mona knew that this was going to be a really long afternoon.

Joan led Jim to the door near her room, unlocked it, led him in, and went directly to her door. She unlocked it and they went in, locking the door behind them. She hugged Jim hard, and just stood there holding him for long minutes. She then let go, sat on the bed, and asked him to ask his questions.

“How can I get in touch with you? There’s no phone in here, and I don’t think that calling the bar and asking for you is a good idea.”

“No, it isn’t, but if nothing else works, call the bar business office and have them send me a message. You can e-mail me; I have a computer in here,” she gestured at the desk, “for school work and it’s on the internet. Most of the time, just call my cell phone. It has voice mail.” She wrote the requisite phone numbers and email address on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

“Your father will sell you?”

“I thought it likely. Just yesterday I went to see him, and cooked him dinner. He was fun to be around. Then he started drinking. He finally said that he needed money, and that he knew about a place that promised to put slaves in good situations, in order to encourage people to sell their daughters. I think it’s a scam. Anyway, he finally said something about it. I figure that he’ll try it soon, and that I’ll get an angry voicemail.”

“Do you think that I should meet him?”

“No, not now. Let’s wait until he finds out and it settles down.”

“You haven’t told him?”

“No. He hasn’t figured it out, either. That shows how low he’s sunk.”

“So you came to see me after leaving your father’s place?”

“Yes. I hope I wasn’t too down.”

“You weren’t down at all as far as I could tell. You came to me when you needed emotional support?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now, about your work here. You wear a collar, a belt, and shoes?”

“And nothing else. The belt is for things like keys and spare cuffs to hang from.”

“Are you handcuffed?”

“No, not usually. I still have to do occasional sucks, and most suckers are cuffed during a suck.”

“Do they chain you at night in here?”

“No. I even have a lock on my door for privacy.”

“Do they ever chain you, except for sucks?”

“Mr. Johnson has, in the Fuck Room.”

“The Fuck Room?”

“That’s where he fucks slaves. The two you saw him with just now were his slaves for the night last night. I was in there with him yesterday morning, but not chained.”

He considered that. “Is he a good fuck?”

She laughed. “Worried about the comparison? He’s good. His style is completely different than yours, and I actually like yours better. He does care about the woman’s comfort and enjoyment, even if he chains them.”

“So you don’t get tied up much?”

“I’m usually the one doing the tying, or telling others to do it.”

“Would you object to me tying you up?”

“Not at all, as long as I can get back for work. How a man treats a helpless woman is a strong indicator of the kind of man he is. I enjoy bondage, if it isn’t just done for pain. Had you thought about tying me before you found out?”

“Yes. I had fantasies. I didn’t want to scare you off. It seems to scare some women.”

“I loved our sex last night and this morning. Bondage wouldn’t have improved it, but it wouldn’t have damaged it, either, except that you might actually have gotten off me after your climax.”

“Unlikely. Your vagina had a death grip on my penis. You are tight.”

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. How do you feel about being a slave in a suck bar?”

That question came in out of left field, and it took her a while to consider it. “I’m not ashamed. It’s a legal arrangement. In prior times I would have been considered a whore, but things have changed. I like the place. I like having authority over all these women. I didn’t expect that, but he just kept giving me authority and saw that it was working. I found I liked being dominant over women. I’m good at running the place. I might eventually want to move on, but this will be really great experience.”

“I see. You mentioned your father. What about your mother?”

“She died several years ago of cancer.”

“Oh.” He stopped then, obviously thinking about whether to express sympathies, but she said, “That’s OK. I’ve learned to deal with it.”

“Do you ever encounter people that you knew before who come in here?”

“I have. Some of them see me and think I look familiar, but that I can’t be Joan. Others know it’s me, but don’t care much. None of my father’s drinking buddies come here, so he hasn’t heard.”

“I’d like to see you in your work outfit.”

She smiled and rose, then disrobed. “I thought you liked me like this.”

“I do. From what you said, your work outfit isn’t much different.”

“No, it isn’t.” She put on her collar and her belt, then slipped on the red high-heel shoes. She posed for him, and walked back and forth in front of him. She saw his pants bulging. “Already hard again? After this morning?”

“You do have that effect on me.”

“Well, we should take advantage of that.” She kicked off the shoes and retrieved two pairs of handcuffs from a desk drawer. She opened them and put the key on the desk. “You wanted to tie me up? Cuff my wrists to the headboard of the bed. If you want, there’s rope under the bed for my feet. I’d appreciate not being gagged.”

His pants seemed to be ready to split open. He took the cuffs as she reclined on the bed and offered her wrists. He was inexpert with the cuffs, but she coached him through the process. He took off his clothes and knelt on the bed between her legs, drinking in his wet dream. She said, “No rope for the feet?”

“Not this time. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes. I’ll hold the headboard in my hands so the cuffs won’t pull on my wrists too much. I’ll be more comfortable with you inside.”

He obliged her immediately, having a bit of difficulty when he realized that he had to guide himself inside, with her hands not available for the task. He managed that, and the next few minutes were heaven.

He lay atop her and rested afterward. Even her cunt muscles couldn’t keep him hard this time, but she was warm and comfortable to be on. “Are you comfortable now?”

“I’m fine. I like this. Kiss me, you fool.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be gagged.” He kissed her deeply, with lots of tongue, and they kept at it for quite a while. After a while he rose, but didn’t unlock her. He gazed at her, felt her, stroked her, played with her. She thought that this was fine. After a while, a miracle occured, and he got another erection. He climbed on again, and wasn’t able to climax, but they both enjoyed it.

“What say I unlock you and we go for lunch?”

“Should I dress, or go this way?”

“You could, couldn’t you? No, I want you clothed, at least this time.”

After he unlocked the cuffs, she removed her collar and belt and put on short shorts and a halter top. He gazed at her in appreciation, especially when she put her high-heel red work shoes on.

Tags: pain

Jim took his time fucking Joan after drinking his coffee. She didn’t seem to be anxious to leave for work. He realized that she’d never told him where she worked, then he realized that during sex with a gorgeous young woman was not the time to reflect on such things. Last night had been athletic. This morning it was slow, with lots of touching and kissing. She seemed to be in ecstasy, and she was clamping down hard on his penis with her vaginal muscles. She finally came, followed shortly by his climax. As he held her afterward, he thought he heard her crying. When he lifted himself to look at her in concern, she said, “It’s all right. I’m a bit emotional. That was …” She cut off, unable to find the right superlative. He kissed her long and hard, still embedded within her. She squeezed him, and his cock responded by becoming more rigid. He grew inside her, but didn’t thrust. When he finished the kiss, he said, “Forgive my second head. I’ll get off and out of you.”

“No!” she said, wrapping him in her arms. “More kissing. More fucking, if you have it in you.”

He gave it his best shot. Although ejaculating again was out of the question, the sheer physical joy of sliding within her was irresistible. They finally separated and took a shower together.

“I can’t stop looking at you. I was serious about you moving in. Think about doing that every morning.” To his horror, Joan started crying. He led her to the couch, both of them still nude, and sat with her in his arms until the sobs slowed. “What is it?” he asked.

“I told you there were complicating factors. I didn’t want to tell you about them yet, but I’m falling for you, and you seem to like me too. I’m not exactly free to do what you want.” She saw the look on his face and said, “No, it’s not another boyfriend. It is complicated. You may want to dump me cold when I explain it. Walk with me to where I work and I’ll explain it.”

They dressed and left. Joan reflected that just gathering her clothes and walking to work nude might have been a good explanation. As they approached the city center, Joan started to explain. “I wanted to go to school. I didn’t have any money, and my father didn’t have enough to send me. On top of that, he’s an alcoholic, and I started to worry that he would sell me for booze money. I needed a job and a way to stay out of slavery. I found a way that you might not appreciate, but it worked for me.” She stopped walking. They were in front of Suckers, a bar that Jim hadn’t been to. It wasn’t a college bar, and it was a bit pricey for him. “This is where I work.”

He looked up, and said, “I thought that all the women that worked in these places were…”

“Slaves. That’s true. One thing that you have to know is that not all the women are general slaves. The ones that run the place, rather than suck all the time, are corporate asset slaves. They have a contract with the company that governs their treatment. Some have far more freedom than others. You might consider me to be, not the head slave, but one of the head slaves. I have a contract that I work for the bar, but go to college in the morning and some afternoons. The bar pays for it. I do administration work. At work, I wear a red collar, a red belt, and red shoes, and nothing else. I’ve been here a year, and have another year on my contract. I’ll get my associate’s degree next spring just before the contract runs out. The contract calls for me to be freed at the end of the contract period. I’m in discussions with the bar owner — my owner — about what happens then. I still need money for the university, and I’ll still have a year until I’m 21 and my father can’t enslave me. I need a way to cover myself. I get days off and a flexible schedule here. I think you can understand why I’m not completely free to move in with you. I can live somewhere else than here, but I’d get to your place about 3AM a lot of nights. We can talk now, or you can walk away and I’ll understand.”

Jim looked at her, and saw a beautiful woman that gave herself to him completely, who happened to be someone else’s slave. He said, “I admit that this is a lot to take in all at once, but I understand. You became a limited slave to avoid abject slavery. Your benefits include school. I heard your business arguments during class discussions, and I know that you approached this problem logically and found this solution’s costs to be acceptable to you personally. I can’t reject you because of this,” he said, sweeping his arm toward the bar.

She wrapped her arms around him tightly and started to cry. He held her and let her cry it out. She finally said, “I thought you would run from me when I told you.”

“I can tell. I’m not that stupid. You are a bright person, fun to be with, gorgeous, and if I talk about the sex I’ll end up fucking you here on the sidewalk. This may be inconvenient, but our places are close to each other. I know couples that go to colleges in different states. That’s hard. I’m willing to try if you are. I can share you with the bar.”

Joan smiled, but said, “You’ll share with more than the bar. By contract, the bar owner has … privileges.”

Jim considered that, and said, “Does he avail himself of them?”

“Up til now, not enough. He’s showing signs of more interest, though. I know he considers me valuable to the business, and I know that he finds me very attractive. Will that make you dump me?”

“No. I can’t fault the man for having good taste and a discerning eye. A contract is a contract. I don’t like sloppy seconds, though.”

“Use of a condom is part of the contract.”

“Then there’s no problem, or at least not much of one. I’ll be a little jealous. I’d like something that special reserved to me, but you aren’t sneaking around to do this. You told me about it. In a year you can renegotiate. Can he order you not to see me?”

“No, he can’t, and he probably wouldn’t anyway. He likes to keep his supervisors happy. You are taking this better than I feared.”

“Give me some credit. I’m pretty smart, too, and I understand why you did it and what the benefits are. You didn’t try to hide it from me. I understand why you didn’t mention it to me before, when we were getting to know each other. I haven’t heard anything about you being a slave, so I take it you didn’t tell anyone at the college.”

“No, I haven’t. I’m not ashamed of it, but I fear that situations could get awkward. Some people think they can order any slave around, even those they don’t own. I expect that it will come out sooner or later, when someone sees me in both places. I might as well wait until then.”

“Good thinking. I’d like to ask you some boyfriend type questions. Can we go somewhere where we can talk?”

“There are restaurants, but I think you want to ask questions that are asked in private. We can go to my room.”

Just then, Mr. Johnson walked up to the front of the bar, leading two nude slaves. He saw Joan talking to a young man, with her face obviously wet with tears. He said, “Joan, are you all right?”

“Yes, Mr. Johnson, I’m fine. It’s been an emotional morning. This is Jim, a friend of mine. A special friend. Jim, this is Mr. Johnson, the owner of the bar, my boss, owner, and friend.”

Mr. Johnson smiled. “A rival, I take it. Don’t panic, young man, I’m just teasing her. Is this a recent development, Joan?”

“Yes, very recent. I’d like to talk to you about some things later.”

“Of course. I always have time for my supervisors, especially my chief supervisor.”

Joan stared at him. “Chief supervisor?”

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. You have more business acumen than any other employee or slave of mine. You deal with business processes. You do far more valuable business work than the simple accounting functions you started doing. You lead the staff effectively and fairly. The other supervisors may have a bit of a problem; they have all been here longer, but they recognize ability, and most of them don’t have any ambition. I’m hoping that by giving you this recognition that you’ll be more receptive to staying. You don’t have to commit to that now.”

“Thank you. I’d like to take Jim to my room to discuss some things. I just told him a few minutes ago about my status and constraints.”

“I understand the need for discussion. Go ahead. Take the morning off too. I’ll get these two on the trainer.”

Joan looked and saw Delia and Louise, and thought, Great. This will get around the staff at the speed of sound. Mr. Johnson saw the look and told the two nude slaves, “This is private. You don’t tell anyone unless Joan says you can.”

Mr. Johnson continued, to Joan, “These two had a great evening on the floor, and a stellar night with me. I took them out to breakfast as a reward. It’s the first time Louise has been out in almost a year.”

Joan looked again and saw that they had leashes on, but he wasn’t holding them, and neither of them was cuffed. “Should I change the instructions about keeping Delia cuffed most of the time?”

“No. You deal with the staff as you see fit. I didn’t cuff her as part of the reward and so she could eat. When and if you decide that she should be uncuffed most of the time, you issue the instructions.” With that, he unlocked the front door and waved the two nude slaves in, then followed them. Jim stepped forward to enter, but Joan held him back and led him around the corner. Mr. Johnson smiled and locked the door. “OK, you two, slave mode again. Get showered and get on the trainer. I’ll check on you in a while. Louise, you can grab some cuffs for Delia at the front desk. Do you let her loose for showering?”

“Yes, Mr. Johnson. It’s faster and more effective.”

“That’s fine by me. Off you go.”

The slaves went on into the bar as Mr. Johnson went to his office. He got on his computer and reviewed some files. He entered a sex rating for Louise and Delia that was very high. He sent an email to Joan about how he felt that they were good for the business, had great potential, and that he found them to be desirable for sex. He considered telling her that he understood her attraction to the younger man and that she didn’t need to fear his reaction, given what he had told her the previous morning, but he decided to keep that for a personal meeting. He wondered if she would be reluctant to fuck him, but he decided that he had the contractual right to fuck her and he wasn’t giving it up. He expected that she wouldn’t expect him to. He worked his way through a pile of reports for an hour, then went off to check on the suck training machine. His new desk was scheduled to be installed just before lunch. He had planned to have Joan in it for its inauguration, but he thought that perhaps he would put Louise in it first, and have his discussion with Joan while he was in Louise. No, too distracting. But what a thing to think about.

Tags: Admin, asset slave

Delia woke around 8 and slithered out of bed without disturbing the other two, and used the bathroom. When she returned, the others were rising. When they went off to use the bathroom, she started making the bed. “Don’t bother. The housekeeping staff will take care of that.”

After Mr. Johnson had dressed (he kept spare clothes in here, Delia noted), he asked a funny question. “Do you two have any shoes?”

Neither of them had any clothing at all, and they told him. “Ah, well. I’d like to get breakfast down the street, and I’d like to take you two with me. It’s not far, and you probably won’t hurt your feet. Louise, leash Delia, and get a leash for yourself.”

Louise complied, and asked, “Do you want me to cuff her, or myself?”

“No, no cuffs right now. This little expedition is a bit of a reward for you both. That was an extraordinary night.”

The slaves looked at each other, puzzled. The sex was good, but not earth-shattering. He saw their looks. “You were the first slaves in years to initiate further sex. You really got into the sex and you both pleased me greatly. Shall we go?” He opened the door and motioned for them to follow. They walked behind him through the empty bar area and the lobby to the front door. He unlocked it and went out, and waited for them to exit before locking it again. He then went down the sidewalk half a block with them following. He didn’t use their leashes, making them wonder why he had them on the slaves. He entered a small restaurant. The greeter seated them at a table, not blinking at the nude slaves. They looked around and noticed several other tables with nude women seated. Some were cuffed; most were not. Mr. Johnson watched their survey of the room, then said “Half of the clothed women in here are slaves too.”

They ordered breakfast and chatted, with Mr. Johnson asking about slave life in his establishment. They thought that he already knew most of what they told him, but he expressed interest in some of the details. Louise said, “This is the first time I’ve been outside the building since I arrived. It’s exciting.”

“I’m glad you like it. I get reports on staff, and your reports are positively glowing. You were a good, actually excellent black-collar, and we can tell already that you’ll be just as good at white collar. Study the books for the higher-level collars and keep using the suck trainer. I think that you have the potential for more value to the business in other jobs than just sucking. You are a great sucker, though, and you’ll probably be sucking now and then even if you get a higher-level job.” He turned to Delia. “You show great promise as a sucker. You’ll be doing a lot of it. You should also read the books and use the trainer. I can tell you are bright, and could do good work in higher-responsibility positions. You will also be sucking even if you get another job.”

Louise positively glowed. “Thank you, Mr. Johnson. I’ve already read both the waitress and green-collar books. I don’t have them memorized well enough yet, but I think I understand them. I hope I can be of enough value to your bar to get asset status soon.”

Mr. Johnson smiled and said, “I’m sure you will.” The food arrived, and he said, “Dig in. We have to get back.”

John woke in the morning refreshed and happy. He made some coffee and got out some doughnuts. He also set out a tall glass of orange juice with a straw. Then he went back to the bedroom and woke Mona by screwing her. He helped her with using the toilet, then led her to breakfast. She sipped her juice, and he fed her pieces of doughnut. She didn’t ask to be let out of the armbinder, which was of the pouch variety, with the arms folded wrist to opposite elbow, and was relatively comfortable. John set the paper on the table, dressed, and left for work. Mona read the paper, turning pages with her mouth. She watched some morning television, pressing buttons on the TV remote with her tongue. A little after 11, John came back into the house. She looked at him, surprised, as he undressed. He told her, “Doggy style,” and pointed at the floor. She dropped to her knees and bent over, forehead to carpet. He took her, quick and hard. When he was done, he said, “On your back.”

She rolled over, wondering at his terse, commanding style, and saw him retrieve a package. He removed a funny-looking dildo from it, one that looked, by Mona’s view, unfortunately like the lock-in dildo he’d used on her before. It had an oval plastic top on it, with a hole. He said, “You are nicely lubricated now, so I’ll just put this in.” He inserted it. She felt it hit bottom and felt the plastic top press against her vulva. John adjusted the thing’s position, then started playing with his cell phone, of all things. Suddenly, she felt the thing in her cunt expand, like the locking dildo had, and the nub pressing on her clitoris buzzed.

John said, “This is an intelligent dildo. It has a vibrator, electro-stimulus, clitoris cover, and a radio link to your collar. I can control it from my phone, and I can query its status. The collar is set to cause shocks if the dildo is removed, which will be difficult, as you found the other day with the other dildo. The clit cover is effectively a chastity belt. It is pressure sensitive and can be set to shock the clit if it is pressed or rubbed. I didn’t turn that on. Would you like me to set the thing to vibrate?”

Mona considered. A low-level vibration would be pleasant, until after she came, then it would possibly be annoying, but she doubted that she would come. “Please.”

John pressed more buttons, and the body of the dildo started a slow buzz. A few more buttons, and the clit cover started an even slower buzz. Mona gasped with pleasure at the surprise.

John smiled. “You like that, don’t you.”

Mona nodded. “I liked the noon visit and comfort to the pitiable chained prisoner, too.”

“You’re not chained. That’s leather. I enjoyed the visit too. Stand up.”

She stood, and was surprised when he started removing the armbinder. “I thought that was until after five.”

“I reconsidered. You would have been hungry. Get dressed, and we’ll go get something for lunch.” He finished removing the armbinder, and started dressing himself.

She asked, “Are you leaving this in me?” and pointed at the dildo.

“Yes. There’s a hole over your urethra.”

Mona sighed and walked away to get dressed. She felt like she was waddling because of the sensations from the dildo. The more she walked, the more accustomed she became, and it finally didn’t bother her any more.

Delia drifted awake in the middle of the night and found herself cuddled up against Mr. Johnson. Her hand was next to his cock, so she moved just a bit and covered his cock with her hand. He stirred, then woke. She said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Don’t be. See how my little friend likes you?” His cock was already hard. “Roll over.”

She lay on her back and he plunged inside, then started a rapid, vigorous fucking, very different from the earlier sex. Louise woke and watched. It didn’t last long. Delia was breathing hard and bucking under him, then cried out. When he was finished, he rolled off, and Louise immediately took him into her mouth for cleaning. She kept him there, and he encouraged her with a gentle hand to the back of her head. He softened a bit, then came erect again.

“Louise, climb aboard.” He motioned to his cock. She rose and straddled him, then lowered herself onto him. She started a slow rocking.

“Is this fast enough?”

“You are doing fine. Please continue.” He put a finger to her clit and massaged it slowly. She sped up a bit and increased the length of her strokes. It lasted for minutes, and then she climaxed. He withdrew his finger and put his hands on her hips, pressing down to stop her motion. “Just sit there for a while. I won’t be able to come again, but I like having my cock buried in a beautiful woman.” They remained that way, silent, until he softened and fell out. “That was a really good session. Thank you both. You’re both tight and hot, and you move divinely. Let’s get some more sleep.”

That evening, the first that Roberta spent at Thompson Connectors, Julia made dinner and served it with good wine. It was only Julia and Roberta. Roberta asked, “Where’s your sidekick, Rebecca?”

“John gave her a week off. She just completed her master’s degree.”

“I thought she was a slave.”

“She is a slave. John sent her to finish her masters degree.”

“I’d never heard of that before — the school or the week off.”

“Rebecca said that there were a lot of slaves at the college, and those were only the ones that admitted it. Rebecca didn’t tell anyone but her advisor.”

“Is your — our — owner coming up here to use one of us tonight?”

“No, he went home. I had an itch that isn’t going to be scratched tonight.”

Roberta looked at Julia slyly and said, I thought you liked girls, too.”

“I do, but good hard cock has great appeal.”

Roberta nodded her head. “If that isn’t available, how about me?”

“If you want me to answer that, you have to be naked.”

Roberta immediately stripped. She was slim, brunette, and completely shaved. It was a delight to look aat her, and Julia said so.

Julia asked, “Are you more into girls or guys?”

“I haven’t had a guy in four years, since my enslavement. I guess I’ve drifted to girls. Would you like me to stay naked in the apartment?”

“Yes, I would like that. We may not want to do that for the next few days in case Rebecca brings her parents here, but I suspect that would be during the day. Like I told you, I like to have you naked.”

“You also said you liked to have me cuffed.”

“Yes, that’s true. I’d like that even better, but I’m not ordering it.”

“What’s the attraction?”

“I like to be under control. I also like controlling other women. Do you not like bondage because you don’t like control, because of bad experiences, or what?”

“Actually, I like control. I liked my husband tying me up. My recent experiences weren’t as good.”

“Don’t you think that the intent of the tying person would indicate what kind of experience the tying is going to be?”

“Yes.”

“Then go to the cabinet over there, top shelf, get out some cuffs, and put them on.”

Roberta rose, went to the cabinet, retrieved the cuffs, and came back to the table. She sat and looked at the cuffs. There was both desire and apprehension on her face. She finally said, “I’ll give them to you. Please put them on me.”

“Of course.” Roberta cam to Julia, handed her the cuffs, and turned to present her hands behind her back. Julia put the cuffs on Roberta, and told her to have a seat.

“You wanted to cuff me, and now you want to have me sit?”

“Certainly. You are naked and cuffed, and under my control. I have a little glow starting down in my cunt. I’ll let it grow slowly. Now I’d like to talk. You mentioned your husband, but not negatively. How did you get enslaved?”

Roberta sat silent for a while, then started to speak. “My husband and I were hopeless romantics, deep in love. After the WSA, I volunteered to be his slave as well as his wife. We were very happy with the arrangement. I could even be naked for him in public, and was a few times. Then his business started having problems. He owned it; it wasn’t a corporation. He fell way behind in his finances. Finally, his creditors filed an action to force him into bankruptcy and preserve his assets for distribution. It was strange. They couldn’t take his house or one of his cars, but his business, his boat, and his slave were all seized and sold off. There was no exception for a slave that was also a wife. They sold me to an agency that shipped me out of state immediately, and I haven’t seen my husband since. I tried to find him, but the phone was disconnected and the store I ended up in didn’t have internet access. I think I was depressed, and finally stopped thinking about it.”

Julia said, “My husband just up and sold me. I thought we were happy, and we had plenty of sex. Then, boom. I was gone. I ended up in a warehouse, where I finally arranged to get injured so they would send me to the meat people. John rescued me and brought me here. I now think back on that as one of the best days of my life.”

The two slaves sat and regarded each other. Roberta finally said, “Well, you have me naked and chained, and got my tale of woe. What is your pleasure with me now?”

“I was thinking of putting you in a pillory and fucking you with a double dildo. I think the metal double dildo with the electrical stimulator. What do you think of that?”

“How much electricity?”

“Just a little, to stimulate.”

“That sounds like it might be fun. Will you chain me all night?”

“No, unless you want me to.”

“I don’t think so. I may change my mind.”

Julia rose and led Roberta off by her vagina.

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John had Mona tied in a spread-eagle on the bed. He got off of her for the second time and inserted a vibrator into her. He thought for a moment, then lubed up a second one and inserted it into her anally. She didn’t comment because she was thoroughly gagged with an inflatable gag (one like the spiked punishment gags, but without spikes and without the motor). He turned them on high, then put a belt arrangement on her that kept both of them inside her. He followed up with a rather powerful vibrator that he put under the crotch strap so that it was pressed directly against her clitoris.

John knew that she would like it for a while, but it would begin to grow old soon. He knew that Mona knew that too. She had no idea how long he would leave her like that. Neither did he, right now. He went to the bathroom, then came back to play with nipples. After half an hour her wiggling stopped looking like pleasure and started looking like discomfort. He turned off the big vibrator but left it in place, then deflated and removed her gag.

“Here’s the deal and the choices, Mona. Choose one of these. First choice: I remove the big vibrator, cuff your wrists to the belt, and that’s how you are until morning, and I take off the belt and remove the dildos. Second choice: I turn the big vibrator back on at its low setting and release your arms and legs. You leave it on you. If you can’t stand it any more, you pull it out, but then I cuff your wrists to the belt and you stay that way until noon, or you stick it out and I take the whole thing off in the morning. Third choice: I take everything off and out now, and put you in your armbinder, and you stay in it until I get home from work tomorrow. Take a minute and decide.” John went off to get himself a scotch.

Mona lay there considering. The first sounded the simplest, but the vibrators in her wouldn’t let her sleep well for a while. The second was a trap. She would eventually lose her self-control and yank it out, and that would get her stuck until noon. However, it probably meant sex for her at noon because John would have to come and let her out, unless he sent Julia to do it, which she knew was possible but unlikely. The third choice made for the easiest night, but the longest day, and less chance of a nooner. Twas a puzzlement. She wondered what he was hoping she would choose. She decided that he wanted her in her armbinder as a show of submission to his will and her willingness to be sexually available to him.

He came back. “What is your choice?”

“The third choice.”

John smiled broadly, and she knew she had been correct. He released her arms and legs, then had her stand as he removed the belt. “Do you need to use the toilet?”

“Yes, please, and a drink, if I may, before you bind me again.”

“Your boon is granted. Can you leave the vibrators in for now?”

“Yes, I can.”

“OK, go ahead to the bathroom and I’ll get you a drink.”

When she returned he handed her a tall glass of wine, and took one for himself. They sipped, and he asked her, “How is this new sexual submission going for you? Do you wish you hadn’t volunteered? What do you like and not like?”

She replied, “You want to know what I don’t like so you can do more of it?”

He laughed. “That would be useful information, but that isn’t what I intended. I like the submission and having control. You know that. You know I like stretching your limits. You know I like having sex when I want sex and not having to negotiate. What do you like? Do you think making this arrangement was the right thing for you? For all of the control and submission issues, it is still important for me that you be happy with the arrangement and our marriage, if not with all of the activities that I subject you to.”

“I think this has been good for me, at least so far. You’ve done things in moderation, and you haven’t inflicted pain or suffering. We’ve been having more sex, which was one of my goals in suggesting the arrangement. I like the control games, the collar, even the goofy shocks that you’ve sent. I wasn’t too thrilled with that expanding dildo you put in me the other day and left there. I didn’t realize that it required a key to remove. I walked funny all day.”

“Was it painful?”

“No, it actually felt good, but I felt put out.”

“You jumped my bones immediately after I removed it, though.”

“True. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. I won’t try to prohibit it because I agreed not to state limits. I might even like using it again sometime. You asked what I liked and what I didn’t like, and that was borderline.”

“I’m not asking to find out what not to do again. I may do that tomorrow, I may not. I’m trying to find out what makes you happy.”

“Fucking. Touching. Being controlled intimately. Having you in physical charge.”

“So you did appreciate the expanding dildo. I was controlling you. A chastity belt would be along the same lines.”

“Yes, it would. It would be uncomfortable, but sexually controlling.”

“What else do you like and not like?”

“I like bondage like we just did, like we’ve done for years. I like the new equipment. The symbolism, the fact that you got it to use on me, the attention I get when you put me in it, when you use me in it, when you let me out, the physical sensation of restraint and control. I don’t like being in bondage for long periods of time with you away or not paying attention to me.”

“You just chose an option that puts you in bondage for a whole work day with me not around.”

“Yes. I knew it was the choice that would make you happiest.”

“Ah. Well, finish your wine, and we’ll get you in the armbinder. I won’t make it real tight.”

She gave him a kiss and turned to put her arms in the binder.

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Late in the evening, they started sending staff back to quarters earlier than usual. Delia had sucked ten men, all with good ratings. Louise and Delia were released from suck duty, and Louise cuffed Delia before Charlene took them to the Fuck Room. Once inside, Louise bound Delia to the bed, spread-eagle, with a cushion under her. She then applied some lubricant and began playing with Delia.

“More sex? I’m tired of sex.”

Louise laughed. “Didn’t you hear? The president said that sucking isn’t sex. Anyway, this is duty I’m doing, so think of it as duty. If you make this enjoyable for Mr. Johnson, it might improve your situation.”

“Mr. Johnson is coming here to fuck me? Great.”

“Cooperate and make it good for him, and it will be good for you. He’s a good and gentle fucker. He doesn’t want you to have a bad time. He seemed to appreciate sex with me, and I think that’s part of why I’m getting treated so well. Joan said that giving Mr. Johnson good sex was important.”

“Yes, you’re right, but my recent experience with men hasn’t been too good. First my boyfriend almost sells me out, then my own father doesn’t make me a SINO, but keeps me nude and rents me out to a suck bar.”

“SINO?”

“Slave In Name Only. I thought he would just sign the papers and let me go on with my life, but he and my mother decided I needed a lesson.”

“You probably do need a lesson. I was stupid and got enslaved, and you didn’t do a lot better. At least you have a chance to get out. I expect to be stuck here for the rest of my life, or until I’m too old to be a useful suck slave. Then I may end up in a less attractive place. I’ll do what I can to keep in Mr. Johnson’s good graces.” Louise then concentrated on getting Delia ready for her master.

When Mr. Johnson arrived, Louise stood, kept her eyes down, and said, “Delia is ready. Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes, Louise, I want you to remain. Delia is the guest of honor tonight, but I value your company too. In here, by the way, you don’t have to do that look-down thing that we require on the suck floor.” Mr. Johnson disrobed, and Louise took his clothes and hung them neatly. “Have a seat, Louise.” He climbed on the bed and stroked Delia’s body, and kissed her.

Delia responded to the touch and kiss more than she had expected. He was being gentle and pleasant, and seemed to want her to enjoy it too. He also knew just where to touch and lick. After a while, he climbed onto her and penetrated her, then just rested there, impaling her. He stayed there for a long time, not moving much, stroking parts of her body and kissing her. She enjoyed it, even though she had never had this kind of sexual experience before. Men seemed to want to thrash around and keep moving, but this was slow and somehow intense. He finally started a slow movement, more applying and releasing pressure with his pelvis than moving in and out of her, but it worked for her, and apparently for him. It took a long time. She came twice. Just after her second, he came. It was a long, slow ejaculation, much like the long, slow fuck.

He rose and went to the bathroom. “Louise, release her. Delia, Louise, use the bathroom if you need to.” He went to the door, made sure it was locked, turned off the light, and got into the middle of the bed. When the women came back out of the bathroom, he told them to get in bed on either side of him. He pulled up the blanket and fell asleep, each hand on a beautiful nude slave.

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