Dark Erotic Fiction

Andy had followed through and before supper time he dropped off two more slaves. Annie and Joy had been waiting for him. They had some questions.

“Andy, we need to have some rules both for health and safety. I don’t think our four gentlemen are going to listen to me laying down the law so it’s going to be up to you.” Annie continued, “Do you have the time to go over some things now?”

Andy looked at Annie and said “Annie, Annie, slow down. Let me introduce your fellow slaves. This is Emma and this is Sara.” Andy pointed to the two women. “They both have no experience with seniors but Emma has skills in massage therapy and Sara was a personal trainer.”

Andy looked so pleased with himself as he presented the two twenty somethings. Annie felt old. She was the only slave over 25 and she was over 50, old enough to be their mother. The four men were probably going to want her traded in before the week was out. She kept telling herself that the four men were all old enough to be her father so they might not mind but she was worried anyway.

“Hi and welcome.” Annie said, ” The men are due to move in tomorrow and Joy and I have been working hard to have everything ready so we are really happy to see you.”

Emma looked Annie up and down and then said, “Yeah, whatever.” She looked around the entrance area as if she was disgusted with what she saw. Annie and Joy had been so pleased with the wall color and furniture but Emma gave the impression that it didn’t look to be up to her standards. Annie thought Emma’s attitude might become a problem but that it would be Andy’s problem.

Annie decided she would ask Andy who was in charge before he left, she might need that information to deal with Emma. “Andy, could we go into the dining room and sit down to go over some things? It will only take about half an hour.” Andy simply nodded and moved toward the dining room.

“Okay Annie, what do you have in mind?” Andy asked once they were all seated around the table. Annie pulled a large notebook in front of her and reached for her glasses. “Well Joy and I feel that there should always be at least one woman free to move around to take care of meals, blood testing for the two diabetics, medication… well basically for safety. I’m not sure how often the men will be putting any of us in bondage but we need a rule about that. I don’t know how you planned for decisions to be made about menus, who sets the thermostat, what time meals are served, and all the other little things. I’m sure the men all have ideas but you are going to have to decide how things get worked out.”

Andy was leering at Sara’s chest and wasn’t really paying attention. “Andy? Andy?” Annie asked, “Are you listening?”

Andy’s eyes refocused. “What? Oh, yeah, well Annie I’m putting you in charge of all of that. Sit with the men tomorrow night and get them to come up with a workable plan. I’ll drop by around 7 and I’ll let them know how it’s going to work. You’ll be in charge of the day to day running of this place. Set up some ground rules with them. They are all reasonable men so I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” Andy continued, ” I have pretty much decided that all of you are going to be allowed to say ‘no’ to anything the guys want to do but… and it’s a big but, each of will you have to justify any ‘no’ to me and if I disagree then you will be whipped.” Annie nodded while the other three slaves just stared at Andy. Annie thought That works for me, if it’s for their care and safety I can veto anything.

Annie was relieved but she had a few other concerns and she wasn’t even going to try to get to the “Emma” question today. “Andy are you going to allow them to kill any of us? Have you made some provision for that?” Annie decided to put her fear on the table. “It’s just that I’m so much older than the other three and I sort of figure they might want to trade me in on a younger model.”

Andy laughed, “The four of them play poker each week. They’ve all seen pictures of each of you. Last week the prize they played for was who would get you for the first month Annie. Now, don’t misunderstand,” he looked at Joy, Emma and Sara, “you three are young and beautiful but these men figure Annie won’t expect as much from them but will work even harder to please them much for the same reason she’s mentioned. And all of you have to remember these men lived most of their lives in a world where slavery was illegal and immoral and so was fucking anyone without their consent especially those young enough to be their grand-daughters.”

“Don’t worry Annie. I’ve told them that no one gets snuffed without an okay from me ahead of time. By the way, did the outfittings for the dungeon arrive yet?”

Joy passed Andy an invoice. “It all arrived yesterday and the delivery guys set it up. There are two sets of stocks, some benches and crosses and a bunch of other things. I didn’t look at it too closely but I’m not sure what some of the stuff is. We can go down there. You really haven’t been through the whole house now that it’s done.”

Annie figured she had time for one more question, “Andy, you’ve known these men for years. Joy and I interviewed each of them and we know them a bit but is there anything you can think of that we should know?”

“Well let’s start this tour at the top of the house, you and Joy can fill me in on what you know about each of them and I’ll add to your comments if I can. This way Emma and Sara will be able to get the information too. I’ll take the elevator and meet you four on the third floor.” Andy got up from the table and headed toward the elevator. Annie and Joy led Sara and Emma up the stairs.

Emma made disgusted noises all the way up the two flights of stairs. Annie asked her if there was a problem and got a grunt for her trouble. At the top of the stairs Andy was waiting for them. “Okay, Annie, pretend this is my first time in the house and explain everything.”

“This is the third floor. It was originally two bedrooms and storage areas and closets. The carpenters took the larger of the two rooms and extended it to the storage area and then put up 5 foot partitions. What you see here is a private area for each slave. Each space has a cot, a built in desk and storage cupboard. There are no doors and the walls aren’t high enough to provide total privacy but as slave quarters go it’s really pretty good. The slave bathroom is in what was storage area, again there is no door and even the shower curtain is transparent.” Annie finished her explanation. Andy nodded while Sara and Emma looked confused.

“I thought we were staying in with the old guys.” Emma stated. Annie nodded, “Oh of course we are expected to be their bed warmers but if you get some free time you need a place to call your own. According to some experts, happy slaves are productive slaves and they stay healthier. One of the things they have found is that a little bit of down time and a place to call their own keeps slaves happier. Andy agreed to this arrangement. Joy and I did most of the work here after the work crews left for the day.”

Annie walked across the hall to the other bedroom. “This is a guest room with its own attached bath. We expect it will be mostly grandchildren who will be coming to visit which is why there are two twin beds.” The room was simply decorated in shades of green and beige. There was a large flat screen tv on one wall. “All of the men have grown up grandchildren who have been used to visiting when they are in town.”

Andy led the way down the stairs to the second floor. “Do you know which man is staying in each room?” he asked. Annie nodded again and opened the door to the front bedroom. As they all walked into the room Annie checked her notes and said, “The front bedroom is for Mickey, that’s Michael Fletcher. He’s a 77 year old diabetic man stabilized with meds not needles. He has a heart condition and poor circulation. We have to check his feet daily. He takes his meds before meals and at bedtime. He’s about 6 feet tall and weighs in at 200 pounds. He’s bald and likes the rest of his head shaved. He doesn’t drive anymore and his doctor wants him to get more exercise. He’s a retired doctor. His favorite color is blue and he has some beautiful quilts that his wife made. Andy can you add anything to that?” Andy looked around at the pleasant room decorated in shades of blue with red accents. “No, that pretty much sums Mickey up. Did he bother to tell you of his lifelong interest in bondage and that his wife wore a beautiful silver collar all the time? Who’s in the next room?”

Annie made a note in her book and Joy led the way to the second room. Annie followed them all into the room and said, “This is Dink”s room. Dink is really Donald Kincaid. He”s 76 and in great health other than some minor high blood pressure problems. Dink likes to hike, bike and camp. He likes to smoke a cigar after supper. He’s 5 foot 11 inches and weighs about 175 pounds. He prefers to eat a lot of fruit and vegetables but loves a good steak once in a while. He still drives and has his own car. Andy, anything to add?”

Andy was walking around the room. He opened the armoire and checked out the whips and paddles stored there. “Annie, did you notice any mental problems with Dink? Dad thinks he’s got early Alzheimer’s disease. Keep a close eye on him and record any problems.” Annie looked startled, “Joy, did you notice anything? He seemed fine to me.” Joy paused and seemed to be thinking about something. “I noticed he put the teapot in the oven and the milk in the cupboard but I just thought he was odd.” She shook her head a bit and still looked concerned, “Andy, what happens if he gets considerably worse? Are you planning on moving him or will he stay?”

“Well Joy, I haven’t thought that far ahead. Let’s just wait and see for now.”

Annie led the way to the third room. It was darker than the first rooms and had a lot of wood paneling and bookshelves. The television was smaller but the stereo system looked impressive. “This is your dad’s room.” She looked at Sara and Emma, “His name is Maxwell MacDonald, his friends call him Max. He’s a 77 year old retired banker who has both diabetes and a heart condition. He’s about 6 feet and weighs in at 180. He looks to be in great shape.”

“He and mom had a D/s relationship that they hid from everyone for years. I was in my late 20’s before I figured it out. She was the happiest mom on the street when I was a kid but apparently every Saturday night she was punished for any mistakes during the week or just for maintenance. It never occurred to me all those years growing up that mom never sat down for breakfast on Sunday.” Andy chuckled to himself. “He’s a tough sonofabitch but the most fair man I ever met. Take damn good care of him.”

“The last room is in here,” Joy was again leading the group further down the hall and into the last room, “This is Marty’s room. He’s the youngster of he group at only 68. He has no health problems. His wife of 50 years died about 6 months ago, his kids all live out of town and he was lonely rattling around in his house. He got married at 17 and until his wife died she was the only woman he had ever been intimate with. Well the impression I got was that he’s ready to make up for lost time. He loves fresh baked cookies, cakes and breads so we’ll have to keep an eye on his weight. He’s 5 foot 11 inches and is 200 pounds. He was a math teacher in high school and he loves puzzles. Andy, anything to add?”

Andy had a grin on his face. “Joy, it sounds like you feel sorry for the guy. Don’t. He’s the richest of the bunch though his wife never realized it. All those years teaching school he was fantasizing about spanking, paddling, whipping and any other corporal punishment he could think of. He wrote a series of books about punishing students, always 18 years old, always female and always beautiful. He has an amazing imagination for stuff like that. He designed the dungeon downstairs. Anyway, a number of his books were made into porn films and he still gets residuals or something from them. Now let’s get down there so I can check out a few things. Emma, you seem totally underwhelmed by all of this. I hope we haven’t taken you from your manicure or hair appointment.” Andy’s voice had changed to pure sarcasm dripping with threat.

“I wanted to try out one of the spanking benches Marty designed. Let’s go girls, Emma is going to demonstrate that bench for us.” Andy headed toward the stairs and his four slaves quickly followed him.