Dark Erotic Fiction

Supper was over. The four slaves had been soundly fucked after each man had dealt with his designated slave in his own fashion. Right after lunch clean up, Max put a collar around Annie’s neck and then attached a leash. She had to go everywhere on her hands and knees for most of the afternoon with Max leading her on her leash. He kept patting her on her head and saying “Good slave.” as he walked outside and checked the entire property. He had chuckled as she hurried after him. “What’s in there?” he asked as they reached the two car garage that had seen better days. “That’s where we stored building supplies during the renovation but basically it’s empty now Sir. It was built back in the fifties when cars were larger and there’s quite a bit of room in there. Plus there is a narrow staircase leading up to a small apartment. It has a bathroom with a shower stall but no tub. There’s a galley kitchen, a living room/dining room and a bedroom. The bedroom is so small that once you put a bed in there you would have to leave the room just to change your mind. The apartment is in really bad shape and we figured it might have been for the gardener/chauffeur. We keep the keys in the kitchen if you want to go in and look around.” Max didn’t respond but just kept leading Annie around. From her perspective on her knees Annie realized that the garden beds were in sore need of weeding. I’ll have to put that on list of things that have to get done she thought. At 4 o’clock Max led Annie into the elevator and up to his room. He removed the leash and told her to strip.

Annie had wondered all afternoon why he had left her dressed. It was only a pair of skimpy gym shorts and t-shirt but she was dressed. She knew the other three slaves had been naked almost all afternoon. She looked at him questioningly so he told her she could talk. “Sir, why did you leave me dressed all afternoon?” “Annie, Annie, Annie. Every time you crawled across the floor I was imagining what you looked like under that little t-shirt. Your tits looked so good filling out that shirt. Those little shorts don’t leave much to the imagination but I have a vivid imagination and the longer I delayed opening my “present” the more excited I am about it now. I do like your tits on display though.” He reached out with both hands and twisted her nipples. “Do we have any nipple clamps in that closet thing?” Annie walked over to the armoire and found the small selection of nipple clamps in the bottom drawer. “We have some Sir, there is a larger selection downstairs in the dungeon. Will these do?”

“After all those years of just putting clothespins on my wife using nipple clamps of any style will be interesting.” He picked out a pair that looked like two pairs of tweezers connected by a chain. “Do you know how these work?” he asked Annie.

Max and Annie figured out how to work the clamps together. As she gave him the best blowjob she knew how she only cursed them a little bit. She didn’t get to finish the blowjob when he grabbed her arm and pushed her down over the end of the bed resting all her weight on her clamped tits. Holy fuck that hurts! Annie screamed silently in her head as she cursed the nipple clamps. Her tits were mashed into the mattress and even breathing hurt. Max went over to the armoire and found a soft suede flogger. “I always wanted to try one of these.” He walked back over to Annie. The next thing Annie felt was the ends of the flogger as he trailed them across her back. She wasn’t hurt as much as surprised when he softly lashed her across her ass but she did jump and the clamps hurt even more. He kept lashing her and each lash was getting progressively stronger.

Max started at her ass and slowly, inexorably kept lashing up her back until he got to her neck and started back down. As the lashes got harder she kept jerking and that caused the nipple clamps to inflict so much pain that she wasn’t even that aware of the pain from the flogger. Max didn’t stop until Annie was bright red from her knees to her neck. Max dropped the flogger and pulled Annie’s hips up just enough to ram his cock into her pussy. He smiled as he noticed she was hot and wet from the flogging. He pumped his cock into her feeling the heat rise from her ass and legs. Annie was sobbing as he finished with the flogger but as soon as he started pumping into her she started panting. He continued ramming his cock into her until he let loose with a shudder, a big grin and an exclamation of “Oh fuck that felt good!” Silently Annie had to agree.

As Annie expected, Max decided to have a nap before supper. Well he didn’t really decide as much as it became necessary after he had “expended so much energy”. “Who’s cooking what for supper tonight Annie?” He asked as he stretched out on the bed. “I’m the cook and we thought it should be something simple tonight. Sir, are all of you used to having your main meal at noon or at 5PM or 6PM?”

“I always had it at 5:30. I ate lunch at work. I’m not sure about the others. Put that on your list for our meeting.” Max mumbled. He was soon gently snoring. Annie headed down to the kitchen and found Joy and Sara. Joy was setting up to check blood sugars before supper and Sara was setting the table.

At 5:30 with Joy and Sara’s help Annie had a simple meal of cold roast chicken, coleslaw, and potato salad with sliced tomatoes and cucumbers and pickles as side dishes on the table and she went upstairs and knocked on each door and let the men know that supper was ready. Dessert was a fresh fruit tray with a dip made of sour cream and fresh orange juice. The men seemed pleased with the meal and Annie reminded them that the meeting should be in the living room once the kitchen was tidied.

The meeting went well. Meal times were set. Annie was assigned the day to day control of the household just as Andy had specified. A whole list of items, like who would set the thermostat temperature, when each gentleman’s laundry would get done, and other odds and ends were settled.

It took Annie some time to explain Andy’s rule about the slaves refusing anything based on the health and safety of the four men. The slaves would then be subject to Andy’s decision on whether or not their refusal was valid and a whipping if he deemed it invalid. The men were a bit chagrined to learn that Andy had set something up to override their decisions. Every one of them could remember when Andy was in diapers.

Max mentioned the garage and the men decided they would like to set up a wood working shop there. It was one of the things they all enjoyed and it would help to pass the time. More importantly Marty had a bunch of designs for dungeon fittings that he wanted to build. Marty looked over at Annie, “Do you have anything planned to do during the day for the four of you? It won’t take all four of you to keep the house clean and meals cooked and as good as it sounds I don’t think we can be whipping or fucking you all the time.”

Annie had some thoughts on that very topic. She had an idea running through her head for a while now. When she and Joy had gone shopping she realized there was a gap in the market. “I was wondering if we could set up a workshop to make bondage gear and corsets for the lower priced market. I was wondering if we could use the profit to set up a retirement fund for us, or to get a computer for our use or - I don’t know - any number of things.”

Max looked at the four slaves and was about to say something when Andy walked in. “Hi dad, hi guys, girls. How’s everything going?” Max cleared his throat, “Well Andy, I think we have most things settled. Could you arrange for all of my woodworking equipment to be delivered here sometime in the next week?” As Andy nodded, Max continued, “I think Annie just raised a point that you need to hear. She thinks she and the girls should set up a small business making bondage gear and corsets for the lower priced market. She was hoping the profits could be set aside for their use.”

Andy sat down and seemed to be lost in thought for a few minutes. Finally he said, “What do you men think?” The men looked at Max who answered, “I think they should put the idea on paper. They can describe products, costs, marketing and then we have something other than an amorphous idea to discuss.” Marty looked at Annie, “That’s better than a flat ‘no’ I guess so how soon can you get a plan on paper? You know, we probably all should’ve expected the banker to want a business proposal.”

Annie replied, “I have another suggestion before I answer that. I think we should hold a meeting like this on a regular basis where we slaves can talk openly about how the house is getting along at least for the first few months.” Looking around she saw everyone nodding in agreement so she continued, “How about the first Tuesday of the month? I could have a written proposal ready well before that and we could discuss it then.”

Andy looked around at the group gathered in the room. The four slaves were dressed in their boxer shorts and t-shirts. They all sat on the floor beside the masters they had been assigned to for the next month. The four men looked like they had been living here for months rather than hours. Annie had a notebook on the coffee table in front of her and was wearing her glasses way down on her nose. I didn’t think it would come together so well or so quickly. “Is there any coffee and dessert?” he said. Sara immediately stood and practically ran to the kitchen. In no time at all she was back with a tray with coffee for the men. “It’s decaf as ordered by Master Max.” she explained to Andy as she placed the tray on the table. She passed Dink his cup of coffee with just a bit of milk before she rushed back to the kitchen and returned with a plate of cookies and a handful of napkins. She immediately sank to her knees beside Dink once she placed them on the coffee table.

Andy hoped Sara’s actions were indicative of how things were going to go in the coming days, weeks and hopefully years.

Annie was lying in bed. She wasn”t restrained. She had on a collar and cuffs on her wrists and ankles but otherwise she was free to come and go. Max, her old guy she was sleeping with had just rolled over in his sleep and was still softly snoring. She was feeling totally content and that confused the hell out of her. She was a slave. Her entire life revolved around and depended on keeping the four old guys happy and healthy but she felt more alive than she could ever remember. She sighed.

I”m going to have to ask Andy if there”s a psychiatrist I could talk to. Do they even have psychiatrists for slaves? This is nuts. I”m happy. I”m a freaking slave and I”m happy. Max rolled over and raised his hand to start playing with her nipple. “Okay Annie, what”s with the sighs? Is there a problem?” he asked as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger.

“No Sir, no problem.” Annie responded. He started pinching her nipple. “Annie, I”ve only known you since I moved in last week but I”m not stupid. You either tell me what’s going on now or plan on not sitting for a few days. Once everybody is up I”m sure they”ll help me tan your backside. Well, I”m expecting pancakes and bacon for breakfast first and so far you seem to be the only one who can cook a whole meal without burning something but while the other girls clean up you can be the morning”s entertainment,” Max started to get out of bed “but com”on Annie. I thought we were friends. Tell me what the problem is.”

“Sir,” Annie started, “the problem is there is no problem.” Max looked at her and shook his head. “You”re not making any sense girl. Out with it.”

“Sir, this is going to take a few minutes. You go to the bathroom while I figure out how to explain this.” She took a deep breath. Okay, how do I explain that I”m happy so he doesn”t have me taken out of here as a raving lunatic.

It was only a minute later when Max sat at the edge of the bed and looked at Annie expectantly. She took another deep breath and said, ” Sir, I”ve been a slave for a little over three months. I was a happily married woman for thirty years. Well at least I thought I was. You”re really going to think I”ve lost my mind but I realized this morning that I”m happier now than I”ve ever been. I”m content.”

Max looked at her and let out a chuckle. “Is that all? You”re happy? You”re worried because you”re happy? Let me guess, you”re one of those people who worry and if you don”t have something to worry about you worry because you figure you”ve missed something?” Annie nodded, “Yep, that pretty much sums up my life Sir.”

“Well Annie it”s really very simple and logical.” Max started getting dressed. “I want a full shower and shave after breakfast with you in the shower with me.” He explained as Annie raised her eyebrows at him getting dressed before his shower. She had figured him as a creature of habit and he always showered first thing in the morning. “but for now let me explain. You”re a slave now but you”ve always been a sub. Didn”t you realize that? You”ve probably always felt the need to submit to someone. I’m guessing based on a few things you’ve said that your husband isn’t exactly forceful that way. You need a Master, its part of your makeup. Without one, you were forced to do things you didn’t want to. Now, with a Master, even if you do those same things, you know your Master is aware, and tacitly approves…so you have permission and guidance that you need.”

Max headed for the door, “Now get that ass in gear girl, I want breakfast.”

With Andy leading the way they proceeded down to the basement. Emma seemed to be in shock. It seemed like she had never expected to be called on her behavior. Maybe she was still in denial that she was a slave. Annie couldn’t help but smile a little bit as she followed everyone else down the stairs.

Joy was still in tour guide mode as she started to explain the first large room they came to. “The basement is in three parts. This first room is a library/lounge area. There is a bar in that large chest like piece of furniture. I think the salesman called it a credenza. The chairs are all leather. There is a screen that lowers from the ceiling and a data projector so that they can watch movies on a large screen and there’s the pool table. Because the house is on the side of a hill the basement is ground level at the back of the house and almost completely underground at the front. So there are French doors that lead out to a shaded patio. Over to the side through that door are the laundry and the furnace rooms.”

Joy kept walking across the room, “The dungeon is through here. There are no windows because it is in the front end of the house. The plans called for the room to be painted dark and to have a dark colored carpet. Here we are.”

Joy turned on the lights and everyone looked around. Andy found the bench he wanted, took Emma by the arm and led her over to it. Like most of the items in the room the bench was made of a dark wood with a smooth, clear finish. It was shaped like a paint stir stick horizontal to the floor at about 3 feet on a base that looked something like a saw horse. It was really very simple.

“Annie, Joy, find me some cuffs, ankle and wrist. Sara, find me a whip, a paddle and a crop. Now!” Andy barked out the orders and the three slaves rushed to do his bidding. ” Oh and Annie see if you can find a few of the velcro straps that were supposed to be delivered.” It took less than a minute and the three slaves stood before Andy with the items in their hands. “Now put the cuffs on Emma.”

Once Emma was outfitted in the cuffs Andy pulled her over the bench. He used the velcro straps and the attachments on the bench to attach her securely. “Now Sara, hand me that crop. Emma, I think we’ll warm you up a bit with the crop, follow with the whip and end with the paddle. Okay, Annie, what’s your favorite number between 1 and 10?” Andy asked. Annie responded with, “Five.” Andy turned to Sara, “How many push-ups can you do in a minute?” Sara hesitated before she said, “Fifteen if I have to.” This time Andy looked at Joy, “How many pairs of shoes did you own when you were enslaved?” Joy paused and looked like she was mentally counting up, she quietly said,” Thirty-two.”

Andy was chuckling. “Girls, you’re right I was trying to get some idea of a number of swats to give Emma but give me a break, I’m not a sadist. I’ve decided on 30 with the crop, fifteen with the whip and 5 with the paddle but I want Emma in full working order tomorrow so I’m going to give her one fifth of that and get the guys to each do a fifth tomorrow to get them started and break the ice. Emma is going to be one sorry girl by tomorrow evening.” Andy proceeded to give Emma 6 sharp swats with the crop landing 4 of them on her ass and one each on her breasts. Emma followed each swat with a quick gasp.

He picked up the single tail whip and looked at Emma. “I have been practicing with one like this and I think I’ve gotten pretty good. You’ll have to let me know how I do.” Andy placed himself a few feet from Emma’s left shoulder and casually flicked the whip. Emma squealed and said, “Fuck that hurt!” in a loud voice as a welt appeared across her butt and down her left thigh. Andy smiled, “Damn Emma, that wasn’t really what I meant but I’ll take that as confirmation that I’m doing a good job. Didn’t anyone explain to you that you shouldn’t curse at your owner? That just got you a few more with the paddle tonight.” Andy moved over to Emma’s right shoulder and flicked the whip again. A matching welt decorated her right butt and thigh. Andy then moved to a position directly in front of Emma’s head and again flicked the whip. Emma screamed and started sobbing. Annie, Sara and Joy just stared. There was no obvious welt but they all felt an urge to grab their pussies in commiseration.

Andy smiled. “Well I guess that answers that question. With practice I found I can land this puppy anywhere I want. I don’t have to use much force to get the results I want. Now pass me that paddle.” Annie passed him the paddle and he placed himself beside Emma. “One swat for the attitude and three for the cursing. Count them out loud.” He raised his arm and brought it down swiftly and the paddle landed with a splat across Emma’s well displayed ass.” “Ouch, one.” Emma gasped. The paddle left a red swath across both cheeks. Andy seemed to be waiting for close to a minute then he let go with another one. This swat landed right next to the last one and the red swath immediately doubled in size. “Two! I’m sorry Sir!” Andy nodded more to himself and landed the third and as soon as Emma said, “Three.” he landed the fourth.

Emma didn’t say four but Andy chose to ignore it. Her reddened ass was rapidly turning purple and she was sobbing and trying to do it quietly. “Annie, go get me some coffee. Joy, stay here with Emma and when I head home Annie will help you get Emma off the bench. She stays there until then. Sara, you go out to my car and bring in the bags in the trunk.” Andy headed to the stairs following Annie with Sara close behind.

“Annie,” Andy started, “my dad won that poker game. You’ll be warming his bed for the first month. I was thinking I’d like a sample of what he’s going to get and whipping Emma has produced some results that I think you should take care of.” Annie could see his cock straining at the front of his jeans. “Well Sir, just give me a minute to get your coffee started and I’m sure we can handle those results.” Annie said with a grin.

As the coffee dripped Annie proceeded to lead Andy to a comfy armchair in the living room. She unfastened his pants and lowered then to his ankles and gave him a gentle push so he knew to sit down. She went to her knees and removed his shoes and pants and set them aside. She started by kissing his feet and working her way up his legs until she was kissing and licking the tip of his cock. She gently laved his balls with her tongue then nibbled her way along his cock. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock and started gently massaging his cock as she engulfed the head in her warm moist mouth. Andy groaned and reached down to pull Annie up so she straddled his lap. “Ride me and make it good.” he murmured. Annie impaled herself on his cock and silently thanked the gods and Joy that she was in good enough shape that her thighs could give him the ride of his life.

The next day was bright and clear as Annie did a last walk through the house before the guys arrived. Emma and Sara were in the kitchen with Joy helping her bake pies and cookies. Emma was quiet but hurried to do anything anyone asked her to do. Before Andy left last evening he had handed Annie a bag containing her new “uniform”. “Dad and the guys don’t want everything on view all the time. They’ll explain what they want but for tomorrow everyone wears these skimpy boxer shorts and t-shirts. There are eight sets in there, two red, two blue, two green and two yellow. Pick a color. For the first few weeks each of you will always wear the color you pick today. It was dad’s idea until they get used to your names. Annie, I always liked you in red so that’s your color”

Just as Annie reached the bottom of the stairs the front door opened and in walked Max and Marty. “Well Annie, we made it. Dink and Mickey will be here in a little while. You and the girls can unpack for us but we hired a moving company to bring our stuff over. We didn’t bring much more than our clothes and a few keepsakes.” Annie watched as three large almost naked women walked in with suitcases. “Masters, where would you like us to deposit your belongings?” the first woman asked. Annie said, “Follow me, do you know which man owns which cases?” As the first woman nodded Annie led the three up the stairs and they placed the cases in the appropriate rooms. “We also have some boxes of stuff, mostly books, cds,dvds and albums. They’re labeled so we’ll just put them in the rooms.” Annie said, “Sure, I’ll be showing the men around the house and there are people in the kitchen if you need help. When you finish there is coffee and cookies in the kitchen.” She headed back down the stairs.

“Max, you and Marty haven’t seen the finished house and you really should check out the place. Are you ready for a tour?” Max and Marty looked like they didn’t know what to do with themselves. “Well Annie, we haven’t met Emma and Sara yet. Are they around?” Max replied. Annie smiled. “Yes Sir, they’re in the kitchen helping Joy bake. Do you want to start there or end up there for coffee and cookies? Oh and did Andy tell you about Emma’s punishment that he set up for you to finish?”

“Marty, what do you think?” Max asked. Marty seemed to stop and think about it for a minute or so as he walked around the room looking at things. “Well Max, I think you and I should put ourselves in Annie’s capable hands until Dink and Mickey arrive. Then I think we should show our girls who’s in charge.” Marty replied with a big grin. Max grinned back and said, “Works for me, lead on Annie.”

Annie walked over to the men and said, “Pardon me ahead of time for this.” as she gave each of them a big hug and said “Welcome home!” Marty shook his head. “Why did you apologize Annie?” and she replied, “I’m a slave sir. I’m supposed to do what you tell me to do not take it upon myself to hug you but I just had to do it. We are supposed to have a meeting this evening to figure out some things. Andy put me in charge of the day to day running of the house but until we have that meeting and learn how you men want the house run and how you want the slaves to act I’m trying my best to act appropriately.” Annie said all of this standing meekly in front of the men with her eyes lowered.

Max grinned as he looked at Marty. Marty nodded. Max began, “Annie, we’re looking forward to exploring the house, then some coffee and cookies. We’ll worry about ‘appropriate’ later, ok? So let’s see the place.”

Annie led the men over to the elevator. “If you would take the elevator up to the top floor I’ll meet you there and show you the house from the top down. On our way down we can stop at the kitchen for that coffee and then finish off with a tour of the basement.” The men entered the elevator and Annie headed for the stairs.

Annie had only gotten to the second floor with Max and Marty when Mickey and Dink arrived. Mart yelled down the stairs, “Dink, Mickey. C’mon upstairs. Annie’s giving us a tour.” As they waited for the two men Marty turned to Annie. “You take them up to the third floor and show them around. Max is going to explain his stereo setup to me. We’ll wait here for you and we’ll continue on together.” Annie left them and met the two men on the stairs.

The tour finally got to the kitchen and Joy had cookies and coffee ready for the four men. They were pleased with their rooms and the general set up of the house. The four slaves in skimpy boxer shorts and t-shirts were attentive and pleasant. Marty looked closely at Joy. After the poker game where Max had won Annie for the first month the rest of them had drawn names from a hat and he had pulled Joy’s name. She was thin and her blond hair was still too short for his liking but he knew she was letting it grow. Other than the short hair Joy was everything Marty was looking for. He wondered if her skin marked easily. He had a cane and a tawse he wanted to try this evening.

The coffee was hot and the cookies were warm from the oven. Dink tried hard to remember which slave was his for the next month. He didn’t want his friends to know how much his memory was slipping. It wasn’t that he forgot where he left his car in the parking lot. He knew everybody did that from time to time. Yesterday he went shopping and when he finished he called a cab. He had forgotten he even had a car in the parking lot. His grandson was going to take him for some tests with a specialist. Hopefully it was something that could be slowed down or even fixed. He remembered. His slave was Sara. He had a cousin by that name though they had called her Sally. Sally’s dad had lost his memory. Dink figured it was thinking about his memory loss that triggered that one. Damn brains were funny things.

Max drained his coffee cup and rose from his seat. “I think it’s time we checked out the basement. Emma’s punishment is due and then the guys and I have plans to get ourselves settled in.” He winked at Marty who grinned.

Annie gathered up the empty coffee cups and the napkins and put them by the sink. “Joy does this part of the tour so well how about we let her take over?”

Joy lead the way down the stairs to the basement. “This is the games room. There’s a screen that lowers from the ceiling for watching movies on a large screen, there’s a bar in that large piece of furniture. The French doors lead out to a shaded patio. Through that door is” Mickey interrupted her, ” Is the dungeon through here?” he said as he opened the door to the dungeon.

“Thanks Joy, you can explain it all later. Right now I want to get Emma’s punishment taken care of so we can get on to other things.” Mickey took Emma by the arm and lead her over to a large wooden X and he started attaching her there with the attached cuffs. “Six with the crop, three with the whip and one with the paddle from each of us right?” Mickey asked. Emma was his slave for the next month and he had plans for her so the sooner they got through this punishment the sooner he could get on with his plans. “Sara, get the crop, the whip and the paddle that Andy was using.” Sara hurried to get them and Mickey promptly started slapping the inside of Emma’s thighs with the crop. Emma started squealing so Max told Annie to gag her. Annie grabbed a ball gag and applied it quickly.

Mickey picked up the whip. “I’m not as good with this as I want to be. I’ll practice later but right now I’ll just do what I remember.” He swooshed the whip through the air and it landed across Emma’s shoulders but didn’t leave much of a welt. “Oh right, I remember that. It makes more noise than impact but Emma if you could see the look on your face when it was going through the air…it was priceless.” Emma stared at him. If eyes could plead hers were begging.

Mickey flicked the whip twice quickly and both times a bright red welt rose up across Emma’s back. He picked up the paddle and casually whomped her on her ass. The faint bruising left from last night seemed to blossom anew just from that one smack. Then he turned to Max, “You want to go next?”

Annie watched Emma being punished. The men seemed to have an agenda. They weren’t taking their time or doing anything unusual. It was like this was one duty they had to do so they could get on with their own plans. Emma was not enjoying the attention at all. She had stopped trying to scream through the gag and was simply sobbing.

Once all four men had finished Max turned to Annie, “Put a cold wet towel on her back and let her down after lunch. Put some arnica on her back and ass. Wait, Annie do you have any blood pressure problems?” Annie looked confused and answered Max, “Yes Sir, but I basically control it by watching my salt.” “Let Joy apply the arnica then, no sense in messing with anything that can raise your blood pressure.” Max said.

Max turned to the other men, “I suggest we go to our rooms and get settled in while the girls get our lunch ready.” He headed out of the dungeon.

Marty turned to Joy, “Joy, you’re mine for the next month and I’ve got an itch that needs to be scratched. C’mon up to my room right after you apply that stuff.” Joy couldn’t hide the grin as she responded, “I’ll be right there Sir. This will only take a minute. Oh Sir, can I remove Emma’s gag?” Mickey answered her, “Yeah, not a problem but if she keeps up with the crying the gag goes back in before she comes up stairs.” The men all left the dungeon and Annie came back with the wet towel. Emma calmed down a bit once the arnica was applied and the wet towel was spread over her welts and bruises. “Joy, you better get up to Marty, Sara, you stay here with Emma, I’ll get lunch ready to serve. I’ll bring some down to you and Emma before I call the men to the dining room and Joy, you and I can eat after everyone else is done.” Annie directed. Joy called over her shoulder to Annie, as she headed up the stairs, “I’ll do the blood tests on the diabetics just before lunch so call everyone down about 5 minutes before you’re going to serve.”

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.

Three months had passed since Andy had purchased Annie and Joy. The house renovations were almost completely finished and Andy’s dad and his friends would be moving in tomorrow. “I can’t believe I’ve been a slave for over three months. It feels like just yesterday.” Annie mused as she made up the bed in the largest bedroom. Joy looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “Are you kidding? It’s been a long three months. Our lives have completely changed, from what you’ve said your body has changed a lot.”

Annie didn’t say anything for a few minutes and then she looked at Joy and said, “Haven’t I ever explained my theory of relativity? Time is relative. In my case after 53 years, 3 months is only a drop in the bucket. In fact it’s less than half of one percent. For you at 25 it”s more than twice that. Do you remember when you were little and that last month before Christmas seemed to take forever? That month is a much larger proportion of a child’s life. See time is relative?”

As Annie was explaining her theory Joy was checking the list they had put together. Each room had a queen size bed except for this one which had a king size and they were all ready to go. She and Annie had tried out the stocks the carpenters had built for each room. All of those armoires on the used furniture market since the advent of those big new flat screen televisions were now being transformed into ‘toy’ closets and each room had one filled with basic equipment such as whips and gags. The men would be bringing their own toys along to add to them. The large televisions were hung on the walls.

Every bathroom had fresh towels. Two of the rooms were wheel chair ready but Joy knew after she had interviewed all four of the men moving in that so far that wouldn”t be necessary.

“Annie?” Joy looked at her fellow slave. Annie had become like a mother to her in many ways. They were about to embark on another stage of their lives and right now Joy needed some reassurance. “Annie?” Annie looked over, “What”s up Joy?”

“I”m worried. We”ve worked and planned and they”ll be here in less than 24 hours. Do you remember Andy”s parting words when he left us here that first day?” Joy was visibly upset.

“Yep, he said that these guys all wanted their own bed warmers and that you and I would go straight to Hill”s if ‘our guys weren”t happy’. I emailed Andy last week and reminded him that we needed at least two more warm bodies here by today. His response said they were ordered and would be here. Calm down. Everything will be fine.”

The old house Andy bought was near downtown. It had been used as a group home for troubled teens for a number of years and needed a lot of work. Annie and Joy had spent their first two weeks drawing up floor plans and working on fitting in everything they figured they needed. The only thing Andy had done ahead of time was to put in a perimeter wiring system which would activate their collars. As long as Annie and Joy stayed on the property he only used their collars to wake them in the morning and let them know when he had sent an e-mail. Annie was fairly certain all of that was controlled by his computer. He made sure they were aware that their collars would explode if they left the property without permission.

By the end of the first month Annie had convinced him that they needed to interview the four men they would be taking care of. She was also getting frustrated at ordering things by phone and then sending them back when they weren’t what she needed. She desperately needed to go see things for herself. She was pleasantly surprised when a car was delivered for their use . Both she and Joy were nervous the first time they left in the car. The delivery guy who brought them the car had explained that as long as they were within 100 yards of the car their collars were safe. The car was also connected to a GPS that would cause the car to stop running and their collars to explode if they left the city limits.

The first day they had gone out they had a great time. Joy had convinced one of the carpenters to part with a twenty dollar bill in return for accepting a whipping and then anal sex. The other carpenters had ribbed the guy because they all knew he could have had it for nothing but when he explained they all chipped in some money ranging from five dollars to twenty. Gary had chipped in two twenties. Annie and Joy went to a hairdresser and got their hair trimmed and colored. Then they went to a drive through and had hamburgers for the first time in months. They went to a lingerie store that had converted to selling fetish clothing and picked up garters, hose and bustiers. They didn’t have enough money for corsets. As Annie explained to Joy, “If we are going to be sex toys as well as slaves we may as well be the best sex toys we can be.”

When they returned to the house at 4:30 they proceeded to model their new purchases and give all of the men an end of day blowjob. Everybody had a smile that day.

The men were a bit surprised. As they had worked on this house the two slaves had worn baggy coveralls most of the time. Gary had decided that stopping to take care of an injured slave was not worth the time and effort so they were dressed to prevent injury. Sure they gave blowjobs at lunchtime and breaks but there wasn’t all that much time so they hadn’t made the slaves remove much more than the tops of the coveralls so they could cum on the slaves boobs as they called them. Usually they didn’t even bother with that making Annie and Joy swallow everything before cleaning them up.

Annie and Joy had ‘cleaned up good’ as one man commented. The men knew that Annie had been the boss’ wife but she was overweight then. Her hair had been salt and pepper for years and now it was dark brown with a hints of red. Joy’s hair had been growing and while it wasn’t even shoulder length now the hairdresser had made it look longer and sexier.

The men also approved the bustiers and stockings but were disappointed that they didn’t pick up shoes. Joy explained that they didn’t have enough time or money. The men exchanged a few looks at that point.

Yesterday, the last day all of the carpenters were there they ended the day by presenting Joy and Annie with shoes with 5 inch heels.

Jimmy’s apartment was quite large. There were two bedrooms, a large eat-in kitchen, a large living room and a balcony that overlooked a small public park. Annie looked around. I can’t believe this mess. What the hell does he do when he’s home? That stove hasn’t been cleaned - . Ever. I hope Joy doesn’t have a problem with the cooking and baking, it’s gonna take me all day just to find the floor. Once he leaves Joy is going to have to spill her guts, I just have to know what’s going on with those two.

“I’m not sure what you want cooked and baked Jimmy.” Joy thought that now was a good time to get some answers. “Before you head out to work can you spend a few minutes with me going over the recipes you want? It would be nice to know when we should expect you home too.”

Jimmy looked at Joy and smiled. “Sure honey, right after I have a shower I’ll explain what I want but first - how would you like to have a shower?” Joy smiled back and led the way to the bathroom.

Annie decided it was a good time to start gathering garbage. She located a box of garbage bags and started. The Count on Sesame Street has nothing on me. She thought as she counted 11 pizza boxes as she loaded them into a garbage bag. I bet he’s one of those guys who never met a pizza he didn’t like. Damn, Gary could eat pizza almost everyday of the week and not have a problem. I miss him. I wonder if he misses me. Yeah, he’ll have to drive into town to get his pizza with me not there to do it for him. At least I was good for something.

Annie loaded 3 garbage bags just with take-out containers and pizza boxes. There was a buzzer going off and she realized it was someone buzzing from the front door. She found the intercom and after a few questions she buzzed back to let the guy from the grocery store in to the building. She could hear a lot of noise from the bathroom and wondered just what Joy and Jimmy were up to.

When the grocery guy knocked Annie let him in. He had a large cart full of bags that he put on the kitchen floor. He looked around hopefully for a tip but when he realized it was an older slave he was dealing with he left the apartment with a heavy sigh. Annie started unpacking the groceries. She arranged most of them on the kitchen table so they would be accessible once Joy started cooking. She set the cleaning supplies aside for her own use. She took care of those items that needed to be refrigerated or frozen.

Meanwhile Joy was just swallowing after giving Jimmy a blow job. The hot water felt so good after the tepid showers at the holding facility. She had scrubbed every inch of Jimmy’s body before she started licking and nibbling first his chest and then gradually lower until she reached his cock. Jimmy kept saying, “We’ll do that later. I’m gonna be late for work. Oh! Don’t stop! Damn you’re good! I’m coming bitch, swallow it!”

He turned off the water and after getting out of the shower Joy took the towel and dried him before drying herself. Jimmy went to his bedroom to put on his uniform.

Annie shook her head, getting lost in her memories of their weekend at Jimmy’s apartment wasn’t helping. The room hadn’t changed much. It was still as ugly as hell and there was still only a mattress and an old armchair. This time when Annie looked around the room she felt like she was saying goodbye to an old friend. Better the devil you know… she thought.

It was Tuesday. Today was the day she and Joy would find out who their new owner was and hopefully what was planned for them. When Matt had loaned them out to Jimmy he said that their new owner would be coming today but he didn’t mention what time. It was almost lunchtime and still no sign of him. Annie was starting to get nervous. She had always hated waiting for things. She cautiously got up and started pacing.

I’m never going to be able to walk normally again. “Sanctus excrementus” Jimmy and that friend he brought home the other night didn’t have to be so damn rough. We did his cleaning and cooking, we were showered and shaved and kneeling respectfully by the door but that wasn’t good enough. He had to punish us simply because he could. Well at least some of my welts are fading. I can’t believe I thought I’d enjoy a whipping. Okay so I did enjoy it a bit and it made me wet but when that little asshole Bernie, with the Napoleon complex, started whipping my armpits I thought I’d lose my mind as well as the contents of my stomach. Why do small men with little dicks and even smaller brains have to be so damn “macho”? I bet he drives a huge truck. Guys like that usually do. Joy watched as Annie paced back and forth across the small room with that wrinkle between her eyebrows that meant she was thinking and it wasn’t good.

The whips that Jimmy landed on my pussy hurt like blazes but the ones that Bernie landed on my armpits were pure hell. That little jerk was a sadist. Those welts are going to last for weeks. Jimmy was pretty inventive with that challenge though. I don’t know how they set it up but Joy and I maneuvering joysticks stuck up our pussies while he and Bernie controlled the speed on that race car video game gave me a whole new appreciation for gamers. Thank God I won! Having Jimmy ram that monster cock in my butt with very little lubrication was not a penalty I wanted to pay right then. Bernie’s little dick without lubrication was bad enough. Someday I’ve gotta ask a guy if that would feel good to them. I would have thought that lubrication would make it more enjoyable for them too. Hell maybe that was some macho challenge between Jimmy and Bernie.

Annie heard the rattle in the hall that meant lunch was coming. She and Joy automatically got on their knees in the approved fashion. “No sense getting punished on our last day.” Joy whispered to Annie as they heard the door unlock. Lunch hadn’t improved any. It still tasted like cardboard and school paste. If today wasn’t their last day Annie and Joy had discussed offering to work in the kitchen. They had worked so well together at Jimmy’s place. They had agreed that they couldn’t do any worse than whoever was cooking now.

Just as Annie and Joy were finishing their afternoon exercise routine they heard someone unlock the door and they rushed to their knees. The guard entered carrying a small folding table and a chair. Behind him a man carrying a briefcase entered the room. The man stared at Annie and Joy. He finally gave a small nod of his head and said, “I’m Andy Macdonald. I contracted Matt Johnson to buy you two for me.”

Annie looked at him in wonder. She knew this guy. For more than 6 months in junior high she thought she was madly in love with him. All kinds of things were running through her mind. Son of a bitch. That asshole. I’ll never forget the night he tried to force me to have sex with him after that dance in high school. I never did tell Gary about him when we met a few months after that. Me, little miss goody-two-shoes, and he wanted to have sex. The look on his face when I kneed him in the family jewels was priceless, it was worth the two mile walk home from Mason Park that night. Is this payback? I might not see tomorrow. Dammit to hell I thought blowjobs and whippings were bad.

Andy looked at Annie. He hesitated then spoke quickly, “Annie, I owe you an apology for that night back in high school. That’s got nothing to do with what I bought you for. Now lets get down to business.” Annie was shocked. Annie was surprised. Annie was relieved. A small area in Annie’s head which she had always kept hard and hidden suddenly softened.

Andy sat at the table, opened his briefcase and took out a laptop computer. It took him a few minutes to get everything set up. Meanwhile Annie just stared at him.

“Joy, from what Matt tells me you are a nurse, you’ve trained as a chef, and you have experience caring for seniors. Oh and Matt told me that if you don’t work out he has another buyer for you, a Constable Murphy. Now is all of that true or did your last owner play it up to get a good price?” Andy didn’t even look at Joy as he said this in a monotone. Joy looked at Annie. Annie looked at Joy and then rolled her eyes toward Andy. Joy got the message and started responding, “I trained and worked as a nurse at a nursing home, the chef’s training was a hobby and I haven’t used it much. I can give you names if you need references for my nursing. Now I don’t know if Jimmy has offered to buy me but we used to date and after the weekend Annie and I just spent with him I suppose Matt’s telling the truth about him wanting to buy me.”

Andy tapped a few things on his keyboard and then looked at Annie, “Now Annie, Gary said you have experience running a jobsite, you know how to use tools, you paint, clean etc , you used to work with seniors and you can cook. He said a few other things but we’ll get to that later.” Annie simply nodded.

“I’ve bought a house. It needs a lot of renovation. My dad is 88. He’s still pretty spry but I want him in a place where all of his needs can be met. I’ve decided that once we get the renovations done there will be room for at least 3 other old guys and my dad has 3 friends that are in the same situation.”

“Now dad is diabetic, has a heart condition and some arthritis so that’s why I think a nurse is a good idea. I planned on having at least 3 slaves to handle everything but dad reminded me that they would all like a warm body in their beds so I’m not sure what’s going to happen there.”

Andy was speaking slowly in a monotone voice and staring at his computer screen. Annie was kneeling with her mind still in turmoil. Gary? My Gary? Why would Gary tell this guy about me? Andy apologized. Sure I can do all those things but won’t those old guys want a younger woman?

“Annie?” Andy raised his voice a bit. “Annie are you listening?” Annie brought her mind back to the matter at hand. Andy continued, “For the next three months you two are going to be living and working at the house while the renovations are done. Whatever the contractor says, you will do it. I mean everything.. if he tells you to give his crew blowjobs for morning break that’s what you do. Your other duties include setting up a healthy menu and a budget for food. Assisting on the renovations and making sure the renovations are going to work for four old guys. Any questions?” Joy jumped a bit when she heard that last bit. Does he really want to answer questions? she thought. Or am I just going to get in trouble again?

“The old house has a full basement. Dad asked for a pool table and a bar for one end of it and a dungeon/play room for the other. Do either of you know anything about stetting up a dungeon?” Joy and Annie both shook their heads but Andy was looking at the computer screen and didn’t see it. “I asked you two a question. I am your owner and I expect your respect, I want you to respond and call me ’sir’ or are you ready to see my talents with a paddle and strap right now?”

Annie immediately responded, “Sir, I have no experience with dungeons I’ve never even been in one.” And Joy followed with, “Sir, I’ve been to a dungeon but I’m not sure I would be able to set one up.” Andy nodded and typed something.

“Oh and one more thing. Gary is the contractor and he apparently wants you home next weekend Annie, something about your anniversary and he needs some laundry and housework done. Your services are part of the deal we made.” Andy closed his laptop and started putting it away in his briefcase.

He walked over to the door opened it and called for the guards. “I need collars and leashes here.” Annie and Joy looked up in time to see the guards enter with collars and leashes. The guard started putting the collars on Joy and Annie and asked, “What about cuffs or chains? You can buy them from us or just leave a deposit and return them later.”

Andy looked at Annie and Joy, “Are you two going to need chains? I’ll tell you right now you are going to have quite a bit of leeway to come and go while you do what I need and if you’re going to need chains now I may as well just leave you here.”

In the split second as Annie looked at Joy they made a decision, “No Sir, we don’t need chains, thank you Sir!” Annie blurted. Andy nodded, picked up the ends of their leashes and led them out of their cell.

Annie was worried. She had been enslaved for 6 days and Joy had been sharing the room with her for three days now. They had worked out a routine to get through the day. Between the crappy food and the exercises she and Joy had started doing she was in better shape than she had been in years.

She knew the ‘holding cells’ weren’t in a regular slave facility and had originally thought that maybe there was an overload of slaves enslaved that week so they had put her in a temporary spot. She had recently noticed that although the guards all wore navy pants and blue shirts they didn’t have any markings or emblems that typical uniforms would have.

Joy was a pleasant enough companion but she still got all teary and quiet whenever Annie asked her about her enslavement. Annie decided that the time had come to see if Joy had any answers.

“Joy?” Annie asked, “every time I ask about how you got here you get upset but I’m worried about some things and maybe you can help.”

Joy looked up at Annie and softly said, “I’ll try.” “Well” Annie continued, “Do you know what this place is? I thought it was overload storage for women enslaved by the courts but by now we should have gone to auction or something. These guards don’t wear uniforms as much as follow a dress code. It just doesn’t seem right to me.”

“I wasn’t enslaved by a judge.” Joy started crying. “My husband Jeff enslaved me the day after our wedding. My parents died and left my inheritance in a trust fund. I always had lots of money but I couldn’t touch the principal until I was married. Joe got access to all the money and then enslaved me so he could get on with his life with his new girlfriend.” She wiped her nose on her arm and sat up straighter. She looked at Annie and said, “At first I was hurt but now I just feel so stupid, how did I fall in love with that jackass? I thought I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.”

“As he drove me here, my loving husband” Joy said with sarcasm, “explained that a friend of his had opened a specialty business. It’s mostly for businesses looking for specific types of slaves. I think his name is Matt and he’s managed to talk some other slavers into letting him access their slaves and doing an inventory of skills. He doesn’t buy their slaves but gets a finder fee from companies because he tells them which slaver and which slave they are looking for.”

“Then he also publishes an ad each week listing off the types of slaves he’s looking for and what skills they should have. Jeff read last week’s ad and Matt was offering a good price for slaves with experience taking care of seniors, cooking, and/or nurses with a bonus for a slave with all three. Well that’s me. Jeff said it was too great an opportunity to pass up but I really think the girlfriend was tired of starving and beating the wife.” She said sarcastically.

Well that means this is a private warehouse and there must be some reason they are just holding us. Other than blowjobs for the guards we haven’t been told to do anything. We haven’t been whipped or tied up. Something weird is going on. Annie thought about it. And what the effing skill set would I have?

She heard someone at the door so she and Joy ‘assumed the position’ kneeling facing the door with heads lowered.

It wasn’t a guard who entered but two men in casual clothes. No, it was Officer Murphy, what the hell is he doing here? That other guy looked familiar, where have I seen him before? Dammit I’ll probably remember about 3 am not that it makes any difference.

“Ladies, ahh slaves, ah I guess cunts works. Cunts, look up, right now I’m your owner, this is a friend of mine and I promised him your services for the weekend. What do you think Jimmy, will these two do?” he said as he looked at the two slaves.

Jimmy Murphy smiled and responded, “Sure, I’ve had the chubby bitch before but there are still two holes I haven’t tried. The skinny bitch reminds me of an old girlfriend and I never did get to fuck her brains out so I’m good.”

OH! MY! GOD! His monster cock where the sun don’t shine! What was the line in that romance novel last month? Oh, yeah, “I don’t like anal and I don’t feel like giving a blow job right now so could we just do it regular?” Somehow I don’t think he’s gonna go along with that. I love anal but not with that monster cock of his. Oh crap! I don’t fucking believe it, I’m getting wet thinking about it.

“Guard?” the young man yelled. The guard entered. “I want manacles and chains for these cunts. Oh and a couple of those exploding collars. Give Jimmy here the remote for the collars and the keys to the chains. Now Jimmy, the guy who ordered these two is coming in on Tuesday for them, don’t do anything to them that will mess up that sale. Whipping is fine just don’t break bones or disfigure them. I want them back on Sunday. Have a great weekend.” The young man left and the guard came back with everything.

Once the collars and manacles were put on Jimmy asked for a couple of leashes. The leashes attached, he led Annie and Joy out to his car. He got them settled in the car and drove off. “Okay, now that we are heading to my place I’ll tell you how this is gonna go. You two are going to spend today cleaning my apartment and cooking and baking. I have to go to work. I made arrangements for groceries to be delivered and my mother’s recipe book is sitting on the counter. While I’m at work you’re going to make my life easier. When I get home you will be clean, shaved from the neck down and looking your best. Any questions?”

Annie kept her questions to herself, he didn’t look like he really wanted to answer anything. Joy wasn’t as quiet. “How long are you going to be gone? How many portions do you want the food packaged and frozen in? Can you call the grocery store and set it up so if I’m missing something they can deliver it? Are you working again tomorrow or will I be able to cook then too?”

Holy crap, Annie thought, she’s planning on doing this. She’s out of her freaking mind to keep asking questions. He doesn’t look too happy. For the love of all that’s good and holy, shut up Joy!

Jimmy looked at Joy, “Will you shut the fuck up? One more word and I’ll stop this car and whip your ass red raw.”

Joy looked confused, “But you ask….” Jimmy stopped the car. He slowly walked around the car. He opened the door and grabbed Joy by the hair to haul her out of the car. He didn’t say a word. He hauled her over to a wrought iron fence and looped Joy’s handcuffs over a spike on the fence. Joy had to stand on the tips of her toes. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the belt loops. He didn’t fold it over but used it like a whip.

The first strike was about 6 inches above her knees. A two inch red stripe immediately rose on her legs. As Jimmy whipped her, the stripes were spaced about one inch apart. Each one was higher than the last. He punctuated the strikes with instructions, “When” splat, “I” splat, “say” splat, “Shut” splat, “Up” splat, “I” splat. He changed direction and started working his way back down. These strikes raised stripes between the stripes that were there. “Mean” splat, “Shut” splat, “The” splat, “Fuck” splat, “Up!”.

Annie watched from the car. She was fascinated and amazed. Damn, he’s good with that belt. He’s had lots of practice. Holy crap! Damn I gotta come up with a better line than holy crap and it’s worked so well for the past few years. Joy is getting off on this. She’s… Oh my God! She’s just had an orgasm.

Jimmy gave Joy her last stripe. He dropped the belt and unfastened his pants. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. He grabbed Joy’s hips and pulled her away from the fence a bit before he rammed his monster cock in her.

The look on Joy’s face could only be described as rapture. She looked happier than Annie could even imagine. Jimmy didn’t take his time. He pounded into Joy over and over again. Just as Joy screamed out with another orgasm, Jimmy rammed into her and then held on. After a short while Jimmy let go and then unhooked Joy from the fence. He fixed his pants. He pulled Joy over to the car and to Annie’s surprise said in a husky voice said, “Thanks Joy, I’ve missed you.”