Dark Erotic Fiction

After they left the prison, James drove back to town.   When they were in the city, he drove to one of the Slave Store locations. “Come in with me, Janice. I’m going to get some toys.”

Janice was aware of the kind of toys that the Slave Store sold, and was apprehensive, but she didn’t object. She got out of the car and followed him.   She followed him quietly as he browsed the aisles of the store, and she noticed that he spent most of his time looking at bondage equipment. When he stayed at one display for a while, a nude clerk came over and asked him, “Can I help you find something, sir?”

“I’m getting some basic bondage and slave-keeping supplies.   Please bring a basket.” The clerk hurried off and returned with a basket on a cart. James was in front of a metal bondage device display.   He got several pairs of handcuffs, two pairs of leg cuffs, a set of belly chains like Janice had seen on his daughter, a box of keyed-alike locks, and a box containing various lengths of chain useful for binding women. After that, he moved on to a leather restraints display, with the clerk following him. He bought wrist and ankle cuffs, a pair of suspension cuffs, and a bondage belt. He tried them on Janice to make sure they fit before putting them in the basket. When he looked at a chastity belt, he turned to her and said, “Take off your pants and panties and put them in the cart.”

Janice knew he would expose her in public eventually, and this was it.   At least it was inside and out of sight of the street. She quickly took off her shoes, pants, and panties, put the pants and panties in the cart as ordered, and put the spike heels back on. He took the leather chastity belt and buckled it around her waist, then brought the crotch strap through her legs and fastened it in front. The clerk showed him how it could be locked with padlocks. He played around the crotch strap to see if it allowed for access to the pussy, for sex or masturbation, and it didn’t. The vulva were covered by a strong steel mesh that the leather crotch strap attached to above and below the vulva. In the back was a large ring over the anus. He told her, “Walk around for me.” She paraded back and forth and he saw that it didn’t seem to chafe too much. “OK, we’ll take it. Leave it on, Janice.” He moved on to another display. He looked at it for a long time, but moved on without selecting anything. Janice was relieved; he had been looking at whips, quirts, and crops. She was less happy when he selected a shock prod and put it in the cart. When they came to a pillory, he had her bend over and get her neck and wrists in position, then closed the pillory and locked it. He saw that she couldn’t get her hands out, but decided against the purchase and released her. He selected several dildos and vibrators, and was fascinated by a display of nipple clamps. He chose several pairs of those. That’s when he came across the collar aisle. There was everything from leather pet collars to posture collars, stainless steel collars with built-in locks, metal collars that latched on with no unlocking mechanism, for permanence, and all kinds of other things. What caught his interest most was a delicate-looking collar that looked like jewelry. It contained a cell phone, shock functions, a GPS locator, and a radio control system for other devices that might be around, on, or in the slave. When he asked the clerk about such devices. she showed him bracelets that could lock together and unlock when commanded through the collar, and a wide variety of vaginal devices that provided many possibilities. There was the basic vibrate and shock dildo, the heavy shock dildo, and a particularly nasty one that had vibrate, shock, and a lot of small sharp protrusions that could be extended or retracted when commanded by the collar. There was another one that had vibrate and shock functions, and also the ability to expand at the bottom to make it difficult to remove. It also had an optional clitoral shield that could be attached, making it very close to a chastity belt. “The expanding one with the spikes would be a good combination,” said James, obviously interested. The clerk picked up another box and showed him just what he had suggested. “This just came in yesterday.”

James had the clerk measure Janice for a collar, and had the clerk lock the golden cell-phone collar on Janice. He took the bracelets and the fancy new dildo, too. “Is there anything for her butt that is controlled by the collar?” The clerk showed him vibrating eggs, but James wasn’t very interested in that.

After that, James walked around and got a few more basic slave-control items, like a ball gag, a ring gag, a dental gag, a pair of spreader bars, and a butt plug.   He was walking toward the checkout counter when he encountered The Pole, which was a dildo mounted on something that looked like a bicycle seat, on top of an adjustable pole mounted on a wide base. He asked the clerk, “What is the point of this?”

“A woman mounted on this, handcuffed, can’t get off. It can bring great pleasure with vibration, electrical stimulation, heat, and motion. It can also bring great pain. The functions can be customized to the individual, for example, to bring a fast orgasm, or to stimulate and cut off before an orgasm, or to punish after one, or many other programs. It can be used to restrain a slave in one place, to give her pleasure, to punish her, to warm her up. It can be controlled by the collar, which can be controlled through the cell phone, and the pole device can report the woman’s status back to the collar. A woman can mount herself on the pole, and then can’t get off unless released manually or by remote control. Some owners have their slave mount themselves at some prearranged time. The owner can check if the woman is on the pole and can administer any treatment through the collar, then have her kept there or released. One attachment is pole-controlled handcuffs attached to the back of the seat that the slave can be instructed to put on when she mounts herself; the pole can report if they are on properly or not. Many slaves love what can be done to them on the pole; many fear it. Many do both. I was on it for hours as part of my training, and it can be heaven and it can be hell.”

James enthusiastically said, “I’ll take one of these, too, and the pole-controlled cuffs.” He paid for his purchases. Another store slave packed them into a cart, then loaded a boxed-up pole into the cart, and said, “I will bring these to your car, if you like.”

James nodded, noted that Janice’s pants and panties were in the cart, and led Janice and the store slave out of the store and to his car. Janice had been trained in slave training to take public nudity well, but she didn’t like it. The store slave stowed his new toys in the trunk, bowed, and took the cart back to the store.   James had Janice get in the car, and they drove home.

When they got home, James closed the garage door, popped the trunk, and took the pole box out. “Get the rest of this stuff up to my bedroom, then get your clothes off and present yourself to me in there.”

While Janice carried items upstairs, James was putting the pole together.   Janice didn’t like the look of the thing.   After he had assembled it, he attached chains to the bed and got out the leather restraints.   When Janice walked into the room naked except for the chastity belt that he had not told her to remove, he was disrobing. He had her pull off his pants and socks, then lower his shorts. “Take off the belt, and put on these leather cuffs.” Janice did so. When she was done, James attached locks to the cuffs to keep them on her, then had her lie spread-eagle on the bed. He used more locks to fasten the cuffs to the chains on the bed. She was stretched across the bed, wide open. He looked at her for a minute, then got an old pillow and put it under her butt. She enjoyed the time after that, because he was a generous lover and gave her plenty of foreplay.   When he decided to enter her, it was a moderately slow fuck that never sped up. He just kept up his rhythm. She came just before him.   He laid atop her for a while, then got off and went to the bathroom, leaving her spread and chained.   She decided she didn’t mind bondage sex, as if it made any difference whether she minded it. It seemed like an hour before he came back and released her. After he removed the locks holding the cuffs on, he told her to take the cuffs off, clean up, and take some personal time until 6, when they would dine out.

Janice used the time to arrange her things in her room. She had to stack up her books; there wasn’t anything to put books on. She doubted that she would ever be able to get the rest of the books that she had reluctantly left behind. She tried her computer and found that he had indeed connected the wall jack to the internet, and she was able to reach her free email accounts. She kept in touch with some high school classmates and some of the slaves she had been in slave school with.

At 6, she went to him dressed for dinner. He hadn’t ordered her to, but it seemed to her that he wanted her to use her common sense.   She found him dressed in shirt and slacks. He looked her over and said, “You look fine. Let’s go.”

They had a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant, complete with a fine wine.   Janice decided she could get used to this. So far, the sex had been great and she hadn’t been subjected to too many indignities. However, she did realize that she hadn’t been his slave for long, and he might change his behavior towards her. She wasn’t too worried; his daughter seemed to trust him, and he had been decent. When they returned to his home, she asked him what she was to do.

“You can have free time until I go to bed. I’m going to watch some TV; you are welcome to join me. Tomorrow I want you to do a first pass at cleaning up the house, refill the larder, and have dinner ready at 6.”

She followed him to the living room, where he watched a network show that he apparently followed. After that, he switched to a hard-core porn cable channel, but mercifully, as far as she was concerned, not a torture or snuff channel. It had lots of sex and bondage, and he really got wrapped up in it. When he saw her watching closely too, he said, “Let’s get our clothes off.” When they were both nude, he said, “Come here and sit on my lap.” They watched the show and the next one. She liked it; he sat and held her with one arm and occasionally played with her with the other hand. The show and his playing got her hot and wet. She hadn’t seen much sex, and her parents hadn’t subscribed to any of these channels. She saw sex that she had never imagined.   James became aware that she was dripping wet. When the second show was over, he turned it off, and asked her, “Which of those sex acts did you like the best?”

“The one where the woman was on top with the man rubbing her clit.”

He smiled at the tame event she had selected.   “Then that’s what we’ll do tonight.   Up to bed.” He sent her ahead while he checked the doors and turned off lights.

When he was on the bed, he told her to straddle him and position her vagina above his cock. She did that, and looked at him for instructions. “You go ahead and get it inside you.   You will be doing all the moving. Let’s see how you do.” She reached down, took his rigid cock in her hand, and gently raised it to the vertical. She maneuvered over it and put it at her entrance, then pushed down slowly, engulfing him. When she had him all the way inside, she pressed down harder, mainly to find out how it felt, and was gratified to find that it felt great. She started slowly rising and falling, keeping an eye on his face for clues as to his pleasure. He seemed to like what she was doing, so she kept it up. When she got more excited, she sped up; he still seemed to be happy with her performance. This was his third sex act of the day, so he was slow in climaxing. He reached out and started rubbing her clitoris, which immediately caused her to climax. She kept up the motion after a brief pause, and he kept up the stimulation. After another climax of hers, he came. He had her sit still to let him enjoy the feeling of her around him for a minute or so, then had her get off.

“So, now that you’ve tried it, how do you like it?”

She was still breathing hard from the exertion. “I loved it. It’s a lot of work to do the motion, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is. You did very well. I think I’ll really enjoy having you here. You are a natural at sex.” They were both soon asleep.

In the morning, she stayed nude while she prepared him eggs and bacon, wearing only an apron to protect her.   She took it off to serve him. After he was done, he said, “Sit down.” After she had done so, he said, “Did you stay nude to please me?”

“Yes, sir. Did it displease you?”

“No, it certainly did not displease me. I like it. You don’t need to do that all the time, but I do like it. You are a beautiful woman, and I like looking at you. I’ll repeat my instructions about today. While I’ve been in the house alone, I’ve not cleaned it much. You are to do a first attempt at cleaning it up. You won’t be able to do it all today, so clean up the worst. The refrigerator is nearly empty, and the pantry isn’t well stocked. Look at what’s in there and replenish. I left the car keys and the credit card I want you to use on my desk. Don’t leave the house nude. Is there anything you need to get settled?”

“I don’t have anything to put my books on.”

“I don’t have an unused bookcase, so go get one.” He told her where he wanted her to purchase the bookcase. “Have them deliver it. Get a nice one. Anything else?”

She decided to go for it. “There are more boxes of my books in my parent’s house. I have almost all of the rest of my stuff, but there were too many books to bring in one trip.”

“Over the next few days, call them and arrange to pick up the books. If you will need more than one bookcase, get two.”

“I will. Thank you, sir.”

He thought for a while. “What kind of books do you have?”

“Literature, science fiction, mathematics, chemistry, physics, history, and some others.”

He thought for a little longer. “When I get home, I want to see your educational records on my desk, along with any standardized test scores you have.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Come with me.” He led her back to the bedroom, where he handed her the remote-controlled dildo he had purchased. “There’s lubricant in the top drawer of the dresser. Put it inside you.” She got the lube and got on with inserting the device into herself. It scared her. She turned back to him to see him holding out the chastity belt. “Put this on.” She buckled it on moderately tightly, then turned back to him. He took two padlocks and locked the belt onto her. “I don’t know if I’ll do this all the time, but it pleases me to do it today. Can you walk normally?”

She tried it, and although the dildo inside her felt funny as she walked, she thought she could walk fine. “Yes, sir.”

“Here’s my business card with my office phone on it in case you have any big problems. I’m off to work.”

“Goodbye, sir.”

After he left, she cleaned up the kitchen, threw out the trash, and took inventory of the food supplies. There was just enough there to show what they usually ate before the rest of his family went to the slave prison. Janice took notes and made up a shopping list. Still nude, she went around the house to find what needed cleaning. It wasn’t as bad as she had feared, mainly trash removal, vacuuming, and dusting, although the master bath needed major cleaning. She did that first, then straightened out the master bedroom. While she was doing that, she found the owner’s manual for her collar and for the dildo locked inside her. She sat and read them, wanting to know what it could do to and for her.

She was amazed at how sophisticated it was. It had a cell phone that allowed her owner to speak to her and find out where she was by getting her position from the built-in GPS system. He could query her location or have the collar send out bluetooth controls to other devices without alerting her, unless the device’s actions let her know it. He could listen to her at any time without her knowing he was doing it. The collar had shock functions for discipline, and the higher settings could knock most slaves out. There was a button on the collar that she could press. A long press caused it to call her owner if he had programmed his number into it. Two shorter presses cause it to use voice-recognition to receive instructions. The amount of control that she could have was up to her owner. He could let her have a voice-activation word so that she didn’t need to press the button, she supposed in case she was tied up. It could let her call out by giving a number, and it allowed her to store frequently-called numbers in it. She tried pressing the button twice, and got a spoken message, “Slave control functions have not been authorized.” The dildo was less complicated, but it had provisions for punishment shocks, pleasurable electric discharges, vibration, swelling at the bottom to inhibit removal, a detachable clitoral shield that could prevent masturbation, stimulate, or shock the clitoris, and retractable spikes that could be extended to make it painful and unremovable. The spikes could come out just a little, to irritate, or longer distances to cause more pain or actual damage. She hoped he didn’t want to use the spikes on her. She put the manuals back where she found them. She found another manual, a small one that explained the chastity belt. She read it quickly and found instructions on how to expel waste while wearing it.

She dressed and took the charge card and keys, then drove to the furniture store. She found a bookcase that went well with her room’s furnishings and had them deliver two of them. She went to a grocery store and bought the items on her list, then returned to her new home and put everything away. She spent the rest of the day cleaning and getting supper ready. She found it most convenient to do the work nude, to avoid soiling her clothes. She found a hamper full of towels and washed them, and sorted out his dirty laundry into those she knew how to wash and those she wanted instructions on.

At 4, the furniture store delivery truck pulled up. The delivery man rang the doorbell. Janice was nude except for the chastity belt, cleaning the downstairs bathroom. She figured the delivery man would leave if she got dressed. Anyhow, she was a slave; she might as well get used to it. She answered the door. The delivery guy looked her over, then said, “I have a couple of bookshelves.”

“Yes. I’ll show you where to put them.”

The delivery man and two slaves picked up the first unit and brought it inside, then went out for the second one. They carried the second one up the stairs following Janice, then got the second one. They put the bookcases where she directed them, had her sign the delivery confirmation, and left. Janice was surprised how mater-of-fact they were. It took her a while to realize that meeting nude house slaves was all in a day’s work for them. She took the paperwork for the bookcases and the groceries and put it on her owner’s desk, then remembered his instructions to have her academic records on his desk. She retrieved them, then set them, the charge card, and the car keys on his desk as well. She took a few minutes, as supper baked, and put her beloved books on the new shelves.

When 5:30 rolled around, she was surprised to find out how much she had gotten done. She dressed, then stayed in the kitchen tending to the meal she had prepared. When her owner walked in, she went to him, put her hands behind her, looked down, and said, “Welcome home, Master.”

“Hello, Janice. You don’t have to look down. How did things go today?”

“Very well, master. I got the groceries and the bookcases, and I cleaned several bathrooms and the kitchen.”

“Good. Did you put your records on my desk?”

“Yes, master, along with the credit card receipts, the bookcase paperwork, the charge card, and the keys.”

“Good. I meant for you to keep the card and the keys for household business, but I may have forgotten to tell you. I’ll leave them on the desk for the next time you need it.”

“Yes, master.”

“Will dinner be ready at 6?”

“Yes, master. It’s ready to eat now.”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He went to his office, curious about the girl’s school records. He glanced over them and was astonished. Not only was she gorgeous, she was apparently a very bright student. She had high grades, was in the top ten of her graduating class, and had 99th percentile marks on both the SAT and ACT tests. She was that smart and her father still sold her out? He must be a very strong believer in the universal enslavement ideal.

He paused before he went to the dining room. She was worth more than being a housekeeper. She was even worth more than being a pleasure slave. He wasn’t going to give up the pleasure slave part of it, but he could send her to college and get a housekeeper slave. He smiled to himself. What a burden; he would have two slaves to fuck.