Dark Erotic Fiction

Mona, Julia, and Rebecca were at home cleaning and doing preliminary work for dinner when John’s voice came from their collars, all three at once. “I’ll be home in a few minutes, and I want you all on your poles with your wrists in the cuffs.” His message ended then, without a chance for a response. The women looked at each other, then went upstairs to the bedroom to mount themselves on the poles. Julia finally asked, after she had the pole-mounted dildo inside her and was pumping the seat up, “I don’t think he has ever given us an order like that before. Do you two know what’s going on?”
The others were just as mystified as she was. They all got the seats that the dildos were mounted on as high as they could with the foot pump, leaving them unable to get off the device, and they all locked the cuffs at the back of the seats around their wrists. Rebecca said, “If he wanted to have sex, he wouldn’t have had us do this. Maybe two of us, but not all three.”
Mona said, “Perhaps he just wants to make sure that we listen to something he has to say.” After that, conversation ended because they heard the door open downstairs, signalling John’s arrival. He took quite a while to get upstairs. His wives waited patiently; they couldn’t do much else perched on the poles, especially with their hands cuffed. He eventually walked into the bedroom carrying a drink. He looked at the row of nude women with their pussies plugged, smiled, and said, “Good. You followed my instructions.” He picked up a remote control for the poles, sat on the bed facing them, and spoke. “About two weeks ago, I told all of you that I wanted life plans from you, statements about what you wanted to accomplish, things you wanted to do, education you wanted, whatever you thought you needed to do to have a full and balanced life. I even told you that it need not be detailed or beautiful; a few sentences on a scrap of paper would do if they held the sweep of what you wanted. I asked you to get it to me in a week. I expected requests for time extensions, and would have granted them if it sounded like you were struggling with expressing things; the time limit was to get you working on it. However, none of you gave me what I wanted, and none of you asked for an extension, or asked for clarification of what I wanted, or gave me any indication that you had given the matter any thought whatsoever. My request wasn’t a whim. I really want those plans. I want to make you happy, and I need that information to guide me. However, I also need to be obeyed when I give an order. Two of you are true slave wives, and one is all but a slave wife; essentially, three slave wives. Slaves obey orders. Even well-loved slaves that have a good life obey orders. The cost of not obeying orders is punishment.” John paused, took a drink, and put the glass down on a bed-side table. He pressed some buttons on the remote control. All three women watching him got a bad feeling about the situation. He looked up and looked at each of them, then pressed another button.
The three women all got a powerful shock to the pussy and clitoris. It seemed to start at the entrance and race all the way to the end of the dildo, like a flame racing across a pool of gasoline, then reflecting and rushing back away, a tsunami of burning pain. Each woman’s clitoris felt like it was being pressed by a red-hot poker. The two sensations together were overwhelming. Mona shouted in pain. It was stronger than the shocks that Julia had tried on herself, and she was crying in pain. Rebecca, however, threw her head back and shouted in pain, but had a strange look on her face. John saw it and looked at the remote. He pressed a button to get status from Rebecca’s pole, and found to his astonishment that she was climaxing. He quickly set the remote to control only Rebecca’s pole, and repeated the shock. He checked; the second shock ended the climax and brought out what he considered a real cry of pain.
He watched the three of them shake and slowly quiet down. When they were all finally still and looking at him again, he put down the remote and picked up his drink. “You can stay there on your poles for a while. When they release you, go on about your business.” He took a drink, rose, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
All three women were crying and sniffling. Julia finally spoke, cautiously at first, fearing that the collars had been set to enforce silence. “That’s the first time he’s punished me.”
Mona said, “Same for me, unless you count him trying out the shock functions of the pole as punishment.”
Rebecca finally said, “It’s the first time he has punished me, too. I don’t consider the whipping that I asked him to do to be a punishment. The first shock gave me an orgasm. He sent a second shock to stop it. The second one just hurt.”
Mona said, “You got a second shock? I only got one.”
“Yes, but you didn’t start cumming after the shock.”
There was a period of silence. After a while Mona said, “What exactly was it he asked us to write?”
Julia replied, “I can’t remember it exactly, but what he said before he shocked us was close to it. I thought about it, but there was too much to do and I let it drop.”
Rebecca said, “I wrote some stuff, but wanted to polish it, and didn’t get back to it.”
Mona said, “I wrote some things on a pad, but I had the same problem you two did.”
Rebecca said, “When he lets us off these things, I’ll finish mine up. I can help you both get yours into a computer document so we can make it look nice to him, and it won’t take long at all.” After that, they remained silent, waiting for the poles to release them.
After about half an hour, the pole devices started to vibrate and provide pleasant electrical stimulation. They were anxious when it started, but it became apparent that it was meant to make them feel better. Each device shut off after the woman it was servicing climaxed. When all three had climaxed, the poles started to drop and the cuffs attached to the seats popped open.
They each rubbed their pussies, then fell into a three-way hug, with restrained sniffling all around. Mona asked, “Are you two OK?”
The others both nodded. Rebecca said, “Get your notes and bring them to my room.” They split up in search of their incomplete plans.
Rebecca’s room was a room set aside for her personal activities, which included computers. She had two set up in the room. Both the other wives had rooms with their own stuff in them. Rebecca sat down and brought up her life plan document, then sat and reviewed it. She told her husband and owner that she wanted to continue her education, but not necessarily to the doctorate level. She wanted to get a job more in keeping with her education, rather than the glorified system administrator position she held with his firm. It had been a good first job, but she was outgrowing it, and she had accomplished what he had wanted her to do. Most importantly, she wanted to have children, specifically his children. The first try hadn’t worked, but she wanted more than any other goal to have his children. She added that she wanted to be as good a wife and slave as she could be, and to enjoy his company and pleasures, which she hoped would include plenty of bondage, sex, and the pain she had found she wanted to feel. She decided that it was good enough and printed it out. Shortly after that, the Mona came in with her pad, which she handed to Rebecca. Her plan wasn’t very long. She said that much of what she had wanted to do was complete; her daughter was grown and in reasonably good hands (Rebecca silently disagreed that being in a suck bar was a good situation). She wanted to take a few classes, mainly in art, and to improve her skills in art. She also wanted to learn more about computers; she felt left behind as most of the people she knew were much better at using them than she was. She also wanted to get into an exercise program to make sure she didn’t get fat as she got older. Rebecca typed it in and gave her the printed page. She also said, “If you like, I can teach you some computer skills, but it might be better to take some beginner’s classes aimed at people of your skill level first.”
Julia came in shortly after that. Her list was also short, but included more specifics than the others. She wanted to take courses in management. She was in charge of a growing set of slaves at work, and she felt like it might grow beyond her ability to manage. She also wanted to take music lessons. She had always been interested, and had played piano and flute when she was young, but had not kept it up. She ended her plan with a statement that she wasn’t sure what she might want after that, and that she hoped he would allow her interests and goals to evolve slowly. Rebecca produced a cleanly printed sheet that contained her plan.
Mona said, “Now we need to go to his study and give these to him.”
Julia said, “I think we need to consider our presentation. We were just punished for not getting these to him on time. We need to give them to him, but we also need to be properly apologetic and submissive when we do it.”
Rebecca said, “I think you’re right. We should go in handcuffed and kneel.”
Mona said, “How do we carry the paper, then?”
“Let’s use paper clips to attach them to nipple clamps and wear them in front,” proposed Julia. “Do we have any nipple clamps? He’s never put a nipple clamp on me.”
Mona smiled. “Yes, I have some. He used to like to do it to me, but he moved on to other pleasures. If we use them, he may start using them again.”
“Fine by me,” said Rebecca, “but kneeling while handcuffed in these heels is going to be hard.”
Mona replied, “Not really. We kick off the shoes before going in. Let’s use ball gags too.”
They both saw the look of apprehension on Julia’s face. “What’s wrong?” asked Mona.
“I agree that we should wear gags, but the ball gags always make my mouth hurt.”
Mona said, “We also have an inflating gag that won’t do that, but it will totally silence you.”
“Good.” Julia continued, “We should also write an apology to him and have it in front of one of our life plans.”
Rebecca sat at her computer and said, “I’ll type; you guys compose.”
Mona thought for a little while, then said, “Dearest John, We are deeply ashamed to have disappointed you. We understand that the request was for our well-being and future happiness, and we understand why it upset you that we didn’t comply with your request.”
When Mona paused, Julia said, “It wasn’t a request, as we just found out. Demand seems a little harsh. How about requirements?”
Rebecca tapped at her keyboard and said, “Sounds good so far.”
Mona continued, “We have all created the plan that you required and we are presenting them to you in meek submission, hoping for forgiveness. These are our best thoughts at this time.”
Rebecca said, “Fine so far.”
Julia said, “We should probably end it with a statement of regret, our acceptance of our punishment, our desire to take any more punishment he deems necessary, and another humble request for forgiveness. We can end it with a statement of our deep and abiding love for him, our delight in him loving us, and our need for domination, sex, and bondage.”
Rebecca typed text implementing Julia’s words, then looked at the other two. “How is this?”
Mona said, “It looks good. Print it out and we’ll all sign it.” Julia nodded.
Rebecca printed it, produced a pen and handed it to Mona, placed the paper on the desk, and said, “This is like the signing of the declaration of independence, but it’s more a request for slavery.” They all smiled as they signed the paper.
Mona said, “OK, ladies, off to the bedroom so we can get our equipment and present our papers.”
Five minutes later, Mona was standing in front of the other two outside John’s study. The others were handcuffed and wearing gags; Rebecca was wearing a large ball gag, and Julia had the soft inflatable gag. Mona had a large ball gag buckled loosely around her neck. Mona fastened a set of nipple clips on both Julia and Rebecca, then fitted a paper clip over the chain connecting the pair of clips on each woman and put the life plan on the paper clip. After that, she put on her own nipple clamps, making them tighter than she had for the others, and putting her own plan and the group apology on the paperclip. Rebecca nodded at Mona’s breasts and said, in gag-talk, “higher”.
“Does that mean tighter? You want mine tighter?”
Rebecca shook her head.
“You want yours tighter? OK.” Mona adjusted the clamps until Rebecca grunted. “How about you, Julia?” Julia nodded, and Mona tightened Julia’s as well. When all that was done, she inserted and buckled her own gag, then managed to cuff herself behind her back. She turned her back to the door, turned the knob, and opened it.
She stuck her head in and caught John’s eye. He said, “Come on in.” He looked a little surprised.
All three women walked in and stood in front of him, then knelt and lowered their eyes. John studied the tableau before him, then took the papers from the paper clips. He left the nipple clamps alone. He sat and read the papers, nodding from time to time, then returned to the first page. He looked up at them and said, “I like the plans. They look a little light, but this is the kind of thing that can take a long time to flesh out. I expected that. I just wanted a good start.” He looked at Mona. “Sign up for any classes you want to take. Get any equipment that you need. Join a gym if you think that’s the way to go.” He turned to Julia. “You, too. Take any classes you need, and get yourself an instrument. We have a piano; let me know if it is good enough. Have it tuned.” He turned to Rebecca. “I expected that you would want to take on a bigger role somewhere. We need to find a replacement for you, and I would rather it be a slave. When we get that done, we can look for other positions for you. Your request to have children has already been approved.” He stopped and chuckled. “Your request for pain is also approved, but after what just happened, I’m surprised.” Rebecca quivered, with the quivering centering on her belly. “Oh, you liked the first zap, didn’t you?” She nodded.
He looked back down at the paper in his hand. “Thank you for apologizing. You are all forgiven. It bothered me to punish you, but I thought I needed to make it clear. Is it clear?” They all nodded. “Then there isn’t any need for more punishment.” He paused. “Recently, I’ve felt a desire to inflict a little pain. Rebecca wants me to do it, but if I do it for my sake rather than hers, I should make it equal across all of you. Expect that I will be doing some pain play, although I don’t think it will be as painful as today’s was, and it won’t be right away.” He looked over his bound slave wives and smiled. “What I’ve done and what you just did has excited me. I need to mount one of you soon. I want just one, so how do I choose fairly?” He reflected for a while as his wives looked on, each plainly hoping that he would choose her. He finally reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a six-sided die. “Mona, you are one and four. Julia, you are two and five. Rebecca, you are three and six.” He rolled the die on the floor of his study in between him and the fettered women. When it stopped, the six was on top. “Rebecca it is. The other two can go on the poles for a replay.” Mona and Julia looked at each other with fear. He laughed. “Just kidding. I’ll put them on the maximum orgasm program.” He rose and helped each wife to her feet, then swatted them lightly on the bottom to get them moving. “On to the bedroom, wenches.”
The three women were standing in the bedroom. Mona and Julia began to walk to the poles, when John interrupted them. “I’ll get you on the poles, my dears.” He hugged Mona from behind, pressing his erection up against her, then moved one hand to her crotch and rubbed her vigorously. She moaned and pressed against him. He escorted her to her pole and manually raised the dildo seat. It slid into her easily. “You are excited?” She moaned again. He fastened the pole-mounted cuffs around the chain of the handcuffs she was wearing. He went to Julia, hugged her, and played with her sex, then mounted her on her pole. He took the remote control, smiling at the look of unease on Mona’s face, pressed several buttons, and started the devices on the maximum orgasm program. Mona and Julia started to moan and squirm on their poles. John then turned to Rebecca. He liked looking at her. He was glad she was the one chosen by chance, because he wanted a lively fuck, and she was the most physically responsive of his wives. Mona was best for the really slow, loving fucks, and Julia excelled at slow, intense sex. He considered how to take her. He could just fuck her in her cuffs, but that would hurt her and not increase his pleasure. He could free her hands, but he wanted her bound. He finally released one cuff and cuffed her left wrist to the headboard, then used another pair of cuffs to restrain her right wrist. He shucked off his clothes and mounted her immediately, which was fine by her. She started bucking against him immediately, trying to get him in deeper and encouraging him to pound into her. He obliged. The sex didn’t last all that long because he was far too excited to restrain himself, and Rebecca was deliberately encouraging him to go hard and fast. When he stopped and lay still, she snuggled her head next to his. He lay still for a few minutes, then climbed off of her. He unlocked the cuffs from her wrists; she climbed off the bed and knelt in front of him. He smiled, put his hand below her chin, raised it so she looked at him, and said, “Thank you for your submission. I have work for you.” He handed her a handcuff key. “Unlock Mona’s handcuffs.” As she moved to do his bidding, he used the remote control to turn off the dildo program, lower the seat, and release the cuffs that connected her cuffs to the pole. Mona came to him. He said, “On the bed. You might notice that my cock is still hard.” She moved quickly, and he entered her. This sex was very slow. He kept at it for quite a while, then withdrew. “I’m not going to climax again, and I’m getting soft, but I was so worked up that I needed more.” He turned off Julia’s pole and had Rebecca take off her handcuffs, then hugged her from behind and played with her pussy until she shuddered in orgasm.
“OK, ladies, I assume that dinner isn’t in progress?” He got shakes of the head from the still-gagged women. “That’s fine. After the punishment and sex I think it’s time to dine out. Dress up and we’ll go.” Mona brightened and reached to unbuckle her gag. “Not yet, dear,” said John. “Those stay in until dinner.”

Around a quarter til four, Allison spoke to the floor supervisor. “I’m supposed to take Elizabeth and get her ready.”
“Oh, yeah, Mr. Johnson is taking her for the evening, and you too. Have fun!”
Allison wasn’t sure it would be fun, but she did enjoy collecting Elizabeth and leading the handcuffed slave to her room. She had the leather hood there. “Sit down and I’ll get you fixed up before I dress.”
“And I don’t dress, I take it.”
“Nope.”
“Can’t you wait until we get where we are going?”
“I’m under orders.” Allison slipped the hood over Elizabeth’s head, tucked in her hair, adjusted the helmet to be straight, and zipped it closed. She slipped a small padlock in the zipper pull and a leather loop on the helmet and locked it onto Elizabeth. “You look good in that.” After that, she busied herself with putting on the nice clothes she had bought. She felt almost human. Just before four, she led Elizabeth, now hooded and still handcuffed, into the office. Joan and Mr. Johnson were there talking. He looked them over and said, “Very nice. I like your outfit, and she looks good in her helmet. Don’t mention her name tonight, at least not until I do. Let’s go. You are in charge of her.”
Allison took Elizabeth’s leash and led her while following Mr. Johnson. He walked out of the bar and towards his car in a nearby lot. Allison strutted along, feeling emboldened by being clothed and leading another slave who was cuffed on a leash. Mr. Johnson noticed the bounce in her step and said, “You are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
She responded with a smile. “Of course. I’m out on an adventure with you, and I’m wearing clothes!”
“Well, that, and you like being in charge of other women, don’t you?”
Allison got a big lump in her throat and considered her words carefully. She didn’t know what would get her in trouble. She decided to fall back on that most basic of strategies, tell the truth. “Yes, sir, I do.”
“Good. The best bar slave leaders are like that. Take a look at Joan sometime if you don’t think that’s true.” He was smiling and seemed to be happy to be in her company. “Tell me, Allison. You were enslaved. You can’t change that. How well do you think you came out in the random process of who ended up owning you?”
“Two years ago, I would have said near the bottom. Now, having been here a while and hearing from some of the slaves you’ve brought in, I know that there a lot worse situations for corporate-owned slaves. I hope I can achieve some of the freedom that Joan has.”
“Allison, the big secret is that it isn’t that hard. Do a good job, achieve well, behave yourself, and it will come to you. We already trust you. I’ll set the records to let you leave the bar at will when you aren’t on duty. Ask Joan for the procedure to get entry into the bar when the doors are locked. Use a condom if you let someone fuck you.”
Allison was stunned. That level of freedom had only been given to trusted red collar slaves, as far as she knew. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’ve worked hard for the bar. I like to reward that. You’ve been slow to take up the possible rewards. That has to stop. I need good minds like yours. You may be a slave, but a respected and trusted slave can still have a good life.”
At the house, he took off Elizabeth’s cuffs and locked a small box onto her collar. “This is a GPS transponder. It won’t blow up or shock you, but it makes finding you a piece of cake for a slave tracker.” He left the leash on and led her to Penelope. “Penelope, this is your assistant for the evening. Have her set the table, serve the food, and summon you if someone asks for something.” Penelope was wearing a nice pantsuit and an apron. She looked Elizabeth over and said, “Yes, Mr. Johnson. I’ll show her the plates and silverware and get her right on it.”
“Good. Allison and I will be in the living room having some wine while we wait for the guests.”
Penelope looked Elizabeth over again. She could tell that the helmet-bound woman’s eyes were wide. “You recognize me, don’t you?” Elizabeth nodded. “Are you a slave?” It was a dumb question, given her nudity and helmet; Elizabeth nodded again. “A recently-converted slave?” Another nod. “I haven’t heard anything about someone I know being recently converted, but it’s been a couple of weeks since I got any news. Were you converted this week?” Yet another nod. “Well, maybe it will come to me and maybe it won’t. I can’t see your hair, and there isn’t much of a hint from the way they shaved you, so that won’t help me. I suppose I could have you write your name, but Mr. Johnson seems to want to make it a guessing game, so I won’t. Come with me and I’ll get you started on setting the table.”

Delia was sitting in Neil’s living room, wearing nothing; she had gotten used to nudity. She watched various TV programs and looked over his collection of books. It would have been nicer if he could have stayed with her, but she was happy to have been with him for a while, and especially happy with the sex. It was nice to be out of the bar. She knew that being allowed to leave while clothed wasn’t something they usually gave to white collars, but she suspected that she wasn’t going to stay a white collar a lot longer. Anyway, her first trip out of the bar had been nude, when she went to her father’s business when he married his two slave wives. She glanced up at the clock; it was five after four. She thought she would get dressed around 4:30 and go back to the bar. Just then, she heard a key in the door, and it opened to reveal a sweaty Neil. “I ran from the office to get here.” He closed the door and went to her; she rose and embraced him. “The presentation went well. I think I have a good future there. But enough of that. I wanted to get back here to try one more time before I escort you back.” She smiled at him and dragged him by his arm into the bedroom. It was difficult, having had sex four times recently, but he was a young man in the full heat of passion, and he managed. After that, they dressed and walked back to the bar, hand-in-hand.

About an hour later, George’s guests Billy and Pamela arrived. They were both about George’s age, mid to late forties, and both were trim and attractive. Both were dressed casually. “Billy, Pamela, I would like you to meet Allison.”
“Hello, Allison,” said Pamela. “How do you know George?”
“I’m a waitress at his bar.” Allison looked ashamed to say it.
Pamela saw Allison’s reaction and said, “That’s OK, dear. After Billy enslaved me, George took me on as a suck slave for a couple of months to get my head adjusted.”
“I thought you were his wife.”
“I am. I am also his slave. Our marriage works out better this way. If I get bitchy on him, he just gags me and swats my butt.”
George passed out glasses of wine for all four of them. “Allison has been my slave for three years but hasn’t tried to take advantage of the privileges available to her as an accomplished performer. I selected her for tonight to help her along. Well, that, and because she is gorgeous, a pleasure to have around, and an enthusiastic partner in bed.”
Allison blushed and drank some of her wine. Billy noticed her embarrassment and said, “Don’t feel embarrassed. This is an informal little group; we get together for fun and we don’t do any silly dominance games. We just have a pleasant dinner and evening, then go about our physical pleasures. Please, relax and forget about being a slave for the rest of the evening.”
George said, “Yes, please do. We have two servants to take care of our needs so we can dine and converse to our hearts’ content.”
Pamela said, “Two servants?”
“Yes. You know Penelope. I brought a new slave from the bar to assist her.”
After another bottle and a half of wine, Penelope announced that dinner was ready and the party moved to the dining table. After they sat, a slave in a tight leather helmet (and nothing else) came out with a tray of roast beef in gravy and walked to each seated diner to offer the main course. She looked at Billy and Pamela hard, but they didn’t notice. After she sat the tray on the sideboard, she brought in two vegetable dishes, then moved around the table refilling wine glasses. Dinner was leisurely. An hour later, after the pie was served, the diners rose and went into the living room to converse.
Penelope and Elizabeth took all the food and dishes from the table, cleaned the table, and retreated to the kitchen. Penelope closed the door. “OK, now we can eat, then clean up.” She produced a key and unlocked the helmet, unzipped it, and lifted it off Elizabeth’s head. When she saw Elizabeth’s face, she was shocked. “Liz! What happened?”
“Dean got sick of me, apparently. I was spending too much money and yelling at him about not having enough, and not fucking him. He sold me off, and George, or I should say, Mr. Johnson, bought me for the bar. They have an older-slave sucking program going on. He also said he didn’t want me eaten.”
“You knew him?”
“Yes, for a long time.”
“I knew you for quite a while, but I never met Mr. Johnson before he bought me.”
“I didn’t know he bought you. I knew you had been enslaved, and I knew you were a housekeeper, but no one ever said where you ended up.”
“My slimy ex-husband knew.”
“He never said anything.”
“Oh, well, here we are, fellow slaves. I was part of an experiment at the bar that got the older-sucker program going. Anyway, let’s eat dinner and catch up.”

After a long evening of pleasant discussion and wine, the men stood up in the living room. George Johnson said, “OK, ladies, it’s time. Allison, go with Billy. He knows what room to use.” Pamela and Allison stood. Pamela took George’s arm and they walked up the stairs. Allison walked over to Billy, who took her hand and led her up the stairs. When they were in a room together, she asked him, “I expected it to be a foursome.”
“We have tried that, but it is better as two couples. Are you nervous?”
“Yes, but I’m also horny. Do you want to get started?”
“Yes. Please take off your clothes.”
“Do you want to help me?” she asked coyly. She unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it off. “I could use some help with the bra fastening.”
He walked over behind her and unhooked the bra, then swept it forward, away from her chest and down her outstretched arms. She turned and faced him, giving her a great view of her perfect breasts. She reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. When she pushed it away from his shoulders, he moved his arms to help her, then sighed as she pressed herself against his chest.
“Mmmmmm, feels good,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “And what is that lump I feel against me?”
“Is it something you’d like to get better acquainted with?”
“I think so.”
“Let’s get your pants off, first.”
She grinned at him, and slowly removed her pants, making exaggerated movements to emphasize her legs. When she was done, he was obviously very aroused.
“Pull mine down, too.”
She knelt and unbuckled his trousers, unsnapped them, and lowered the zipper, then slowly wiggled them from the sides to get them to go down. She pressed the top of her head against his groin after the belt was below it and made a show of watching them fall. When they were at the floor, she looked up at him.
“Undo the shoes.” She untied the laces and loosened them, then held one shoe to the floor. He nodded and pulled his foot out, and they repeated it with the second shoe. He reached down and took her hand, then pulled her up to him. He felt her panties; they were quite damp. “Excited, are you?”
“Yes, I am.” She had gasped when he touched her.
“Take off your panties. Make a show of it.”
She twisted the panties back and forth and lowered them slowly. When they were at her knees, she gracefully pulled one leg out, then swung it wide and turned around and bent over. She slowly lowered the panties to her other ankle and hopped out of them, then stood and faced him while sniffing the damp panties.
“Very nice. Now take my underwear off, fast.”
She grabbed it and yanked it to the floor. He stepped out of it. He pulled her arm, and they both fell onto the bed. He started stroking her body and kissing her nipples, and she ran her hands over his abdomen, making him gasp.
They kept at the foreplay for some time. Allison was wishing he would move on; she was already about as turned on as she thought she could get. She didn’t want to say so, though, even though he had said earlier to relax and forget she was a slave for the evening. He finally looked at her and asked, “Are you ready?”
“I have been for a long time. Please, fuck me.”
He chuckled and said, “Grab a condom from the bedside table and put it on me.”
She grabbed the condom and unrolled it slowly and carefully over his member, then laid back down. He immediately rolled over on her, and she guided him inside her. It was an intense fucking. He started slow and sped up slowly. She was matching his movements. She had several orgasms before he grunted and lay still on top of her. He stayed there for a while, breathing heavily, then rolled off. “Cuddle up, Allison.”
She did, and he wrapped one arm around her, gave her a kiss, and closed his eyes to sleep. She followed suit.

Elizabeth followed Penelope into Penelope’s bedroom after they had done all the clean-up work. “Is this part of your orders?”
“In a way. He told me I could have you for the night, and I’ve become fond of female attention, because it’s a lot easier to get. He also told me to chain you for the night.”
“I suppose you must. You know, I never thought about other women and sex until a couple of years ago, and now they are my primary interest.”
“Then this won’t be too bad for you.”
“No. I did like George — Mr. Johnson — fucking me last night, though.”
“He is good. I’m kind of his backup sex toy, when he doesn’t bring a bar girl home.” Penelope disrobed and got on the bed and said, “Get licking, Liz.”
Elizabeth got into position and began. As she did so, she thought that she should feel angry about being ordered to lick her old friend, but she realized that it didn’t bother her. Maybe she had accepted slavery, she thought, or maybe she just wanted sex.

George rolled off Pamela. They both lay still. George was breathing heavily. She finally said, “I always like coming over here for a slave swap. You always hammer away at me for so long, and it feels so good.”
“I always like having you here. Why do you think I always bring the most beautiful slaves to entice Billy?”
“You could have bought me after Billy enslaved me. He wasn’t happy then.”
“Yes, but I don’t think that would have been good for him, and I value his friendship. I did take you to use as a suck slave. That let him cool down and it drove reality into your head.”
“And it let you fuck me in chains for two months.”
“That was a great two months. He calmed down, you were reconciled to being a slave, I took you to his house nude and chained, and he was thrilled to see you.”
“Yes, and he didn’t unchain me for another month.”
“And he fucked you twice a day.”
“That was the upside to being chained. At least his house slave had to take care of me.”
“There’s a thought. I could loan him a slave and take you for a month and keep you chained. Penelope could take care of you, and you could take care of her with your tongue.”
“That might be fun for a week, but a month in chains is too long.”
“How about being leased as a pony girl for a month?”
“You’re right, chain me up for a month.”
They both laughed. George said, “OK, Pamela, clean me off and we’ll get some sleep.”
“Will you be wanting to use me in the morning?”
“Have I ever not used you in the morning at a slave swap?”
“No.”
“There’s your answer.” He smiled as she moved to clean him with her mouth. She almost got him hard again.

“OK, Liz, I’m tired and I have to go to sleep, and so do you.” They had licked each other to at least two orgasms each, and they were sated for now. “I was ordered to chain you for the night, and I always obey orders because I like it here and want to stay here. I hope you understand.”
“Yes, Penelope, I understand. Can you make it a long chain?”
“The longest I have.” Penelope got an eight-foot chain with handcuff fittings at each end and used it to lock Elizabeth to the leg of her bed. “Sleep well. We’ll get up in the morning to make breakfast. I won’t put that helmet back on unless you want me to; it wasn’t a part of my instructions.”
“I don’t know if I want them to know. I knew them before I was enslaved.”
“She’s a slave too.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“It’s not common knowledge, but I know he enslaved her when he was mad at her, and our owner took her to the bar to be a suck slave for two months. They obviously made up. Her owner brings her here every once in a while for a slave swap night. If he knows about you being Mr. Johnson’s slave, he may want you as the swap slave.”
Elizabeth didn’t say anything. She was torn between embarrassment and wanting Billy to fuck her. She fell asleep pondering the conflict.

Allison woke in the morning to Billy waking up. He said, “Good morning. Look what I have for you.” She looked down and saw his erection, which looked bigger this morning than it had felt the night before.
“One of my favorite things. Why don’t you put it where it belongs?” She spread her legs wide and pulled her labia apart.
He immediately took her up on her offer, lining up on her opening and sliding inside with one smooth thrust. It was a long, slow fuck, different from the intensity of the night before. They rocked together in mutual comfort, kissing. When he finally erupted, she held onto him to keep him in and on her. He finally said, “Let’s move to the shower.” She let go, and he took her by the hand and led her away.

George woke up to see Pamela sitting up, watching him. Seeing her nude body got his erection off to a fast start. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I was wondering if you would sleep so late that you wouldn’t have time to use me.”
“Never. You can do the work this time, though.”
Pamela straddled him and used her hands to get his cock to her entrance. She pushed down and he felt himself slip inside a well-lubricated vagina. “It seems that you were anxious for this, Pamela.”
“No more than usual,” she replied as she started to move up and down rapidly.
He grinned and let her work. She was insatiable, and they both knew it. It had started after her enslavement, when she couldn’t refuse any more. It was a common side effect of enslavement.
He finally took a finger to her clit and rubbed her as she bucked on top of him. She sped up even more. This time, he came first, but she was right behind him.

Penelope was in the kitchen with Elizabeth making breakfast. She had dressed, but Elizabeth was nude, protected by an apron as she cooked. “I hear them running around upstairs, Liz. Do you want the hood?”
“No, I’ll just stay in the kitchen. If they see me, they see me.”
“Suit yourself.” Penelope set the table and put out tea, coffee, and orange juice. A few minutes later all four of them were in the dining room, attracted by the aroma of the coffee and the bacon. Penelope served them. After he was done eating, George Johnson addressed Penelope: “Where is your assistant?”
“She is in the kitchen.”
“Is she wearing her hood?”
“No.”
“Have her come in here.”
Penelope went back to the kitchen and told Elizabeth, “Take off the apron and go into the dining room. Mr. Johnson asked for you.”
Elizabeth took off the apron and hung it up, then said, “Is he angry?”
“No. I think he just wants to show you off.”
“That’s what I expected.”
Elizabeth walked through the door and stood just inside the dining room. “Yes, sir?” she said, looking at Mr. Johnson.
“I wanted you to meet my guests. I believe you are acquainted. Pamela, Billy, this is Elizabeth.”
Pamela looked at Elizabeth, looking shocked. Billy took in her nude form with appreciation showing on his face.
Elizabeth blushed. She said, looking at Pamela, “Hello, Pamela. I was enslaved this week and sold to Mr. Johnson. I’m now a suck slave at his bar. Hello, Billy.”
“Hello, Liz. You look good like that. I hadn’t heard anything about this. What happened?”
She looked at her owner, who nodded. “He was having business difficulties, and I wasn’t very supportive; I was spending too much, and we hadn’t been having sex for quite a while. It got too much for him and he sold me. My new owner took me on as a suck slave to keep me from the slaughterhouse.”
Billy turned to George. “I’ve always wanted a crack at her. Could I take her home?”
“Sorry, she’s been a hit at the bar and I need her there. When you are recharged, though, I can let you have her for an hour in the Service Room, if you bring Pamela along to swap.”
“It’s a deal.” He looked at Elizabeth and said, “It seems we have a date. I’m looking forward to it.”
Elizabeth nodded. It was what she had expected. She was settling into slavery faster than she had expected, and faster than her new owner had expected. He watched her quiet acquiescence and smiled.

Back at the bar, Joan was on the phone. “Hello, Jillian’s Slave Training Studio.”
“This is Joan at Suckers. I’d like to speak to Jillian.”
“Of course, Joan. I’ll call her to the phone.”
“Thanks, Donna.”
A minute later, Jillian was on the phone. “Hi, Joan. We need to get together again for some fun.”
“That would be nice. I have a boyfriend now, so I’m not quite as hard up as I was.”
“Me, too.”
“Let me guess — your co-host.”
Jillian laughed. “Everyone expects that, and it’s true. Still, a girl now and then is still nice.”
“You’ve got dozens of them.”
“So do you.”
“True. A good licker can be hard to find.”
“Maybe we can arrange a slave swap sometime?”
“That might be fun. I can see the look on Jim’s face if I offered him Jillian the slave trainer.”
“Terror?”
“Maybe. He watches your show with me.”
“Then he should know I only do that stuff to slaves.”
“I’m sure he would make me proud.”
“Anyway, what do you need, if this isn’t a social call?”
“I’ve got a high-priced bitch here that we need to get producing revenue. She has the skills to be a top-notch sucker, as well as a lot of other things, but she is a first-class bitch and won’t adapt to being a slave. I thought we might need to bring in a slave breaker, but perhaps the gentler approach that you take would get the results we need without destroying her.”
Jillian laughed. “Gentle isn’t a word often applied to my methods, but you are right, I’m easier on them than a slave breaker would be. How old is she?”
“Mid-forties, in good shape, smart, pretty, very hard-headed and unwilling to submit.”
“How did she get enslaved?”
“Volunteer defensive enslavement to avoid being barbecued.”
Jillian grinned. “Oh ho, is it the gold-plated bitch that I’m thinking about?”
“Yes, I’m sure you have figured out which high-profile bitch we have here. I need her in a state to suck in the bar as soon as possible. Her daughter is just fine.”
“I met the bitch at a slave training seminar. She dismissed me as a brutal hack and because I was a slave. A self-owned slave, but she didn’t know that. Having her as a trainee would be delicious.”
“Think you can handle it?”
“As well as a slave breaker, with less chance of complete destruction.”
“OK, we’ll get her over there this afternoon. Have fun!”
“You know I will, Joan.”

When Mr. Johnson arrived at the bar with Allison and Elizabeth, he told Allison, “Hand her over to any green collar, then get naked. See Joan for schedule updates. You did well, Allison; Billy was very happy with you. Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, Mr. Johnson, I did. It was a nice break from the usual routine, and I loved being fucked.”
“So you considered the evening to be a reward?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good. I hoped that being handed over for sex would be a reward.”
“It was. It would be even more of a reward to have you select me for sex.”
“I take girls home occasionally. I’ll keep you in mind.”
“Thank you.” Allison walked to the sucker preparation area and found a green-collar. “Mr. Johnson wants someone to deal with her and get her ready for sucking.”
“Has she eaten?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll check her schedule. You look nice.”
Allison looked down at her dress. “It’s a shame. My next task is to take it off.”
“It is nice to be able to wear clothes now and then. It makes you feel almost human again.”
“True. Well, off to take it all off.”
Allison soon had herself in her birthday suit. She went to the office, hoping to find Joan.
“Hello, Allison. Did you enjoy the slave swap?”
“Oh, yes. Very much. It was nice to be in clothes and at a small party, where everyone was friendly. It was nice to get fucked, too. Very, very nice. Anyway, Mr. Johnson told me to see you about my schedule.”
“Yes. Right now, sit at this computer and take the red-collar test. After that, you get some on-the-job training during the lunch rush.”

In the morning, George Johnson rose and went into the bathroom, leaving Delia and Elizabeth on the bed. Delia wasn’t restrained, but Elizabeth remained tethered by a chain to her collar. Elizabeth asked, “Why am I chained when you aren’t?”

Delia responded, “Because that’s the way your owner wants it. They usually keep new slaves restrained more than slaves that have been here for a while. I was restrained a lot when I was new here.”

Elizabeth seemed to accept this explanation. “Well, at least he didn’t wake us up for sex.”

Delia laughed. “Either you were exhausted, or you can sleep through anything. He mounted me about 2 AM and gave me a good, solid fucking, which I enjoyed.”

Shortly after that, he came back into the room and told Delia, “Let her loose. You two do what you need in the bathroom. The three of us will shower together in five minutes.”

As he said, they were all in the large shower in five minutes. The water was pleasantly warm, and Elizabeth was feeling a little less put-upon, until he took two pairs of stainless steel handcuffs from a hook on the wall of the shower and said, “Here, Delia, put a pair of these on Elizabeth, then cuff yourself. In front.”

Elizabeth found that Delia was quite accomplished at cuffing girls. She was almost immediately bound, as was Delia. Delia was smiling, and Elizabeth couldn’t figure out why. He interrupted her thoughts by saying, “OK, girls, wash me.”

She had resented being called ‘girl’ for years, but she decided that making a scene about it was unwise. She took some soap and started rubbing it over his body, while Delia washed his short-cropped hair. The two of them washed him starting near the top and working their way down. Delia took extreme care to wash his pubic region thoroughly, rinsing it several times, then giving it a final once-over with her mouth. When they were done washing his feet, he said, “Wash each other.” Elizabeth washed Delia’s hair, and Delia washed Elizabeth’s hair, then they both washed each other’s bodies. Elizabeth didn’t spend any extra time on Delia’s breasts or pudenda, but Delia spent a lot of time on Elizabeth’s. Elizabeth was gasping in pleasure when Delia finished. Mr. Johnson grinned; Delia noticed his erection. “Delia, you need more washing. Elizabeth, wash Delia’s breasts and pussy the way she washed yours.” Elizabeth did so, obviously giving Delia pleasure. Mr. Johnson’s erection was even stiffer when she was finished. He reached up and brought down a chain with a snap hook on the end. Elizabeth hadn’t noticed it before, but she noticed several of them up there now, along with several rings on the walls, apparently to attach slaves to. He snapped the chain onto Elizabeth’s cuffs, then put her against the wall and pulled on the other end of the chain, forcing Elizabeth’s arms above her head. The chain seemed to be on a ratchet device; when he let go, it didn’t loosen up. He grabbed Elizabeth by the hips and raised her so her pussy was at the right height, the told Delia, “Pull the chain.” Delia did so, taking out the slack. He let go of Elizabeth, letting her hang from her handcuffs, and turned to Delia. “Put a condom on me.” She put on the condom. He asked her, “What’s wrong with you and that pout?”

“You are going to fuck her rather than me.”

“It’s not the most comfortable way to get fucked.”

“No, but it is being fucked.”

“I’ll be sure to get you fucked again soon, Delia.” That seemed to make her happier.

He turned back to Elizabeth, grabbed her hips, and told Delia, “Guide me in.” Delia deftly aimed his cock at its target, and he buried himself within the pussy, then started slamming away, making a loud slapping sound at each impact. Elizabeth was not comfortable, but still found the sex exciting. She wondered why; she hadn’t been all that excited about sex with her husband in years. She decided to think about that later and tried to respond to his hammering. The only way she could was by trying to squeeze his cock with her vagina. She couldn’t tell whether he could feel it. Soon, too soon for her, he climaxed and stood still in the shower, still embedded within her. He soon caught his breath and pulled out, leaving her hanging by the handcuffs again. At least, she thought, he had let her down easy so that her wrists didn’t absorb the impact of her weight stopping. He reached up to some mechanism that she couldn’t see and unlocked the ratchet, letting her slide to the floor. He removed the snap hook from the handcuffs, then turned to Delia. “Take off the condom and clean me.” Delia immediately dropped to her knees and pulled off the condom, then used her mouth to clean off the remnants of the sex. She rinsed him with water after that.

“Very good, ladies. Get me dried off and then you two can dry each other.”

Shortly after that, he was out of the bathroom getting dressed. The two slaves dried each other, taking longer than usual because of the handcuffs. They came out of the bathroom and stood in front of Mr. Johnson as he was finishing dressing.

“You are looking good, ladies. Here, Delia, let me help you.” He unlocked Delia’s handcuffs. “Be sure to put those special handcuffs back in the shower. Get her cuffed and leashed and then go on to breakfast. Check in with Joan for your assignments.” He drew Elizabeth to him and rubbed her pussy with his hand. “You did very well last night, Elizabeth. I enjoyed the encounter, and the one we had this morning. I could also tell that you were upset with some parts, but kept still about it. You may settle in faster than I thought to slavery and working here. You got good reviews yesterday and made quite a bit of money for the bar. Keep it up.” He kissed Delia on the cheek and said, “As always, Delia, it was a delight to be with you.” He left the room, and Delia got her handcuff key from the table by the door to replace Elizabeth’s in-front handcuffs with the regular ones behind her back.

During this transition, Elizabeth said, “You would have liked to take my place in the shower, hanging from handcuffs?”

“For another fuck, sure. I would have wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me.”

“I would think you would get enough of sex, sucking cocks all of the time.”

“No, I don’t. Sucking them only makes me want them in my pussy more. It’s funny, but it’s true. The slaves in this bar are the horniest bunch I’ve ever been around. We suck, we play with each other, but most of us crave being fucked. I can’t explain it. I’d willingly go on an ass-pipe to get fucked.”

“An ass-pipe? What’s that?”

“The slave stands with her feet spread apart and strapped down. They shove a big dildo in her rear and force it in deep, then put a pipe between the dildo and the floor, usually pushing her up. After an hour or so, the man comes in and fucks her standing up. Her hands are usually bound above her head for all of this. The waiting time is what makes it painful, I’ve been told.”

“Someone here has been on that?”

“A slave he bought from another bar. No matter what you think about being a slave here, it’s better than almost any of the other suck bars. Even our black-collar slaves live better than suck slaves at other bars. Slave brothels are even worse for most slaves in them. That reminds me — Mr. Johnson is going to expand the bar and start a fuck business. If there is a market for attractive older women doing sucks, there is probably a market for attractive older women doing fucks. You may be in line for that. I expect that his fuck slaves would do better than other fuck slaves.” After imparting that wisdom, Delia led Elizabeth to the chow hall by her leash. Elizabeth was chewing on what she had heard about it being better here than other places slaves, then started thinking about how much she hated being led around on a leash.

“Will I always be on a leash?”

“Probably not. I was for a while after my arrival, but I behaved myself and did what I was told, and soon enough I was uncuffed and off leash most of the time, except when I was sucking. I hadn’t been a slave long before I came here, so it was an introduction to slavery as well as an introduction to being a suck slave in a bar. It will be the same for you. I’m sure that if you behave and suck well, they will ease up in a few weeks. I know that if you don’t behave or don’t suck well, you will be punished, and the punishments are real punishments that hurt and degrade you. You don’t want them.”

“Worse than that shock dildo on the suck trainer?”

“Far worse.”

“I’ll try to be good, then.”

Delia again left Elizabeth attached to a floor chain while she got them food, then gave Elizabeth one hand free to eat with. Elizabeth saw another slave handcuffed behind her back being fed a meager breakfast by another black-collar slave. “What’s up with that?”
Delia looked over at the scene and said, “I don’t know. She probably broke a rule and is being cuffed all of the time for a while. One black-collar tried to get away once, and I saw her being fed like that, and then I saw her whipped.” Delia didn’t go into how she herself had been whipped just after that as part of her introduction to slavery. Elizabeth just shuddered. After breakfast, Delia cuffed Elizabeth again and took her to the nearly-abandoned white-collar waiting area and locked her leash to a chair. “Sit here while I find out what to do with you.”

Delia walked into the office. She realized that just a few weeks before, she would not have been able to come here. As limited as her freedom was now, it was better than it was before. Several green collar slaves that ran black-collar security had seen her and didn’t interfere with her walking through the bar. She saw Joan and said, “Mr. Johnson told me to find you and get my assignment and Elizabeth’s assignment for the day.”

Joan looked up and smiled at Delia. “Have a seat. I’d like to talk with you.” Delia sat, thinking that Joan looked relaxed and happy. “Have you read the green-collar book and the floor operations guide?”

“Yes. Louise lent them to me and I read them each several times. I’ve also read the waitress guide and the red-collar guide.”
Joan grinned. “Horrors! The top-secret red-collar guide in the hands of a white-collar! Call the FBI!”

Delia and Joan both laughed. “I’m a secret agent from another bar, trying to get the secret of the perfect suck.”

Joan laughed even harder. “There’s no secret there. One man’s perfect suck is another man’s waste of time. We just play the percentages. The reason I asked is that we have a shortage of leadership and brainpower around here, and you are progressing nicely. You were in college, in business courses, and you have adapted well to life and work here. Your leading worked out well.”
“That’s just hauling suckers out and bringing them back, with a little data entry.”

Joan looked serious. “Not really. The leader is almost as important in the process as the sucker. She sets the respectful mood, provides a female body for the customer to look at while being sucked, since the sucker is mostly out of sight, and thanks the patron for his business. Most suck bars don’t use leaders; they just send suckers out on the floor for waitresses to guide to customers. That neglects both the serving of drinks and the delivery of sucks. Believe it or not, sucks are not the big profit center of the bar. Alcohol is the profit center. Sucking is used to bring people in. Sucks do provide revenue, and good revenue, but the biggest benefit to the bar of offering sucks is to sell more alcohol.”

Delia mulled that over while Joan consulted some papers. “I want you to continue working like a green collar today, leading suckers. I would also like you to talk to green-collars and waitresses to understand the jobs they do, as an extension of your education. Where is Elizabeth?”

“She’s fastened to a chair in the white-collar waiting area.”

“Good. How did she please Mr. Johnson? For that matter, how did you please Mr. Johnson?”

“He didn’t have any complaints about either of us. He seemed really happy with Elizabeth, and he liked his one episode with me.”

“Jealous, are we?”

“Yes. He told me he’d get me fucked soon.”

Joan grinned. “I’ll help on that one. Do you remember me giving you Neil’s phone numbers?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“When I took them from him, I told him there would be a price. He came in last evening, and since you were busy, I had him pay me. Boy, did he pay me. I’ll arrange for you to have the Fuck Room or the Service Room when he is available.”

Delia didn’t know whether to be happy about getting access to Neil, or angry about him fucking Joan. Joan knew it. “Don’t get upset about it. I shared my boyfriend with you when I went off with Mr. Johnson. You were with Mr. Johnson, I was horny, and he was horny. You like Jim fucking you. I proposed that Neil and you join Jim and me as a couple and that the men could share slaves. I know that Jim wouldn’t mind. I figure that after you have had Neil for a while, you won’t mind either. He is a really good fuck.”
Delia finally grinned. “He really is a good fuck. So is Jim. I’ll go along with your plan, as if I really have any choice in the matter.”
Joan looked at Delia with a serious expression. “You are a valuable slave here. If you were unalterably opposed to it, I would have to take your objections seriously. It would be likely that Neil would refuse if you didn’t want to. It is an important part of slave management to realize when pushing too hard is the wrong thing to do.”

Delia was taken aback. “Yes, Joan.”

“Did you have any other questions or problems?”

“What should I do with Elizabeth?”

“If she has had breakfast, take her to the white-collar dorm and get her a bunk. She can stay there until mid-afternoon, when we’ll put her back on suck duty. The dorm supervisor will see to her needs, and Elizabeth can see to the supervisor’s needs.” They both smiled, knowing that the dorm supervisor’s needs always involved a female tongue.

“I also thought about the RFID implants. I heard about it when that black collar was whipped before me. Elizabeth isn’t covered by the slave-detection system, even if it only covers a few doors.”

Joan smiled. “Good thinking, both in asset protection and in the limits of that asset protection. We’ve put the sensors in a few more places since then. We will catch almost all runaways now. Not you, of course, seeing as you don’t have the RFID implant, but almost all. I’ll take care of Elizabeth later today.”

“Why didn’t you shoot one of those things into my butt?”

“You aren’t our property, and you weren’t considered likely to try to escape. If you ran off, you were your father’s problem, and he could deal with whipping you. You didn’t run, and you’ve been a good girl. So far. I need to have you lick me more.”

“Well, the bar doesn’t open for a few hours. Your room or mine?”

Joan replied, “My room.” She rose and headed for the door. “Meet me there after you deliver Elizabeth to the white-collar dorm.”

“Will you cuff me?”

“Do you need to be cuffed?”

“Not really.”

“Then probably not.”

Delia got Elizabeth and led her to the white-collar dorm. “This will be your living area. The bathroom and showers are over there,” she said, gesturing, “and the sleeping rooms are over there. This is the common room, where we have a television, books, magazines, newspapers, cards, and games. White-collar slaves that are in good status can use this room when they are off duty. We’ll show you the workout room later. All slaves are required to work out and maintain a sexually appealing appearance. The room I’m taking you to is the dorm supervisor’s office. She is in charge. She will assign you a sleeping room, where you will have a small storage area for belongings. During your off-duty time, you may converse with or play games with other white collar slaves. Feel free to engage in sexual behavior with them, as long as it is consensual on both sides. No white-collar slave can require you to engage in sex or other activities without authorization from an authorized slave. All green-collar, yellow-collar, and red-collar slaves can make you do just about anything, as of course Mr. Johnson can. The dorm supervisor is well known for requiring white-collar slaves to perform for her sexually. I expect that you will be doing so today before you go on duty.” Delia walked into the office, where she found a green-collar slave sitting in a chair with a white-collar slave performing oral sex on her. “Hi, Laura. I hate to interrupt, but I have a new slave for you.”

“You’re not interrupting. She can go right on with what she is doing while we talk. Who is the new one?”

“Laura, this is Elizabeth. We just got her yesterday. She’s been doing good work sucking. She is to remain cuffed or otherwise restrained until further instructions from Joan.”

“Just like you were. Where was she last night?”

“In the Fuck Room, with me, being used by Mr. Johnson.”

“I’d like to get some of that.”

“That’s not my department. Joan sent me to turn her over to you and have you deal with her until she goes on duty later in the afternoon. She needs a bed assignment, and, of course, lunch. She’s bathed already today. I think that Louise may get her to put her on the suck trainer sometime. And I heard that Mr. Johnson was going to have a different job for her this evening, but I don’t know when.”

“Okay. I’ll deal with her. They probably have a schedule set up on the computer and I’ll find it, or call Joan.” She looked at Elizabeth. “Sit in that chair and wait until I talk to you again. Delia, snap her leash into the hold-down.” After giving those instructions, Laura leaned back in the chair, closed her eyes, and gave all of her attention to the oral sex she was receiving.
Delia left Elizabeth to watch. Elizabeth was sexually aroused by the scene. Both Laura and the slave licking her were attractive women, and the caliber of the oral sex was quite high. Elizabeth found herself getting wet, but figured that she was unlikely to get any licking, and much more likely to be compelled to provide it. It didn’t bother her.

Finally Laura shook, then dismissed the slave. “Go to the gym and work out. You aren’t scheduled to suck until 7PM.”

She looked over at Elizabeth and said, “I’ll get you a bunk. We’ll set it up with a leg chain for now. Your roommates will be in charge of locking you down for the night. Do you have any belongings?”

“The only things that came with me were tennis shoes.”

Laura looked at a shelf at the rear to the room and said, “Those shoes?” She pointed at a pair of shoes on the shelf.

“Yes.”

“We’ll put them on your shelf in your room later. Most white collars that come in have more stuff than that.”

Elizabeth thought, my husband is probably throwing out all my stuff. What she didn’t know is that most of her stuff was either stored in the basement of her old home or sitting in boxes in the dock area of the bar. Joan didn’t feel the need to let her know about it until she was settled in.

Laura continued, as she stood and walked over to release Elizabeth’s leash from the hold-down, “Anyway, you have something else to do now.” She towed Elizabeth over to her chair and sat with her legs wide apart. “Get started.” Elizabeth knelt and started the licking without asking any questions.

Delia walked up to Joan’s room and stuck her head inside. “Hello, boss. Ready for me?”

“Yes. Come in, shut the door, and get started. I decided against handcuffs for you, by the way, as long as you please me.”

Delia smiled and got between Joan’s legs on the bed. This had turned into a ritual for them. Joan appreciated Delia’s style, and Delia didn’t mind doing it. She thought Joan was beautiful and she liked pleasing her. Delia also realized that making Joan happy was in her own best interest. It was a leisurely episode. Delia took half an hour to bring Joan off.

When it was over, Joan stretched and said, “When are you scheduled to be on suck duty?”

“This evening at 6.”

“You can get clothes on and leave the bar until 5, if you like. Go visit Neil and give him a nice present at lunch. You know where he works, right?”

“Yes, I do. Thank you.”

“If you don’t have any other place to go, bring him back here and use your room.”

“Wherever I have to go.” They both laughed, and Delia high-tailed it out of there to go to her room.

Half an hour later, she walked into an office and asked the receptionist to speak with Neil. Delia suspected the receptionist was a slave, but wasn’t sure why she suspected it. The receptionist directed her down a corridor, where she found a cubicle with Neil’s name on the wall. She poked her head in and found him staring at a spreadsheet displayed on a computer monitor. “Hi, honey,” she said.
Neil turned to see her and smiled broadly. “Hi yourself.” He stood and embraced her and kissed her. She melted into it. When it was over, he asked, “How long are you out?”

“Until 5.”

“I can take off now for a long lunch, but I have to be back here. It’s a shame I can’t be with you the whole time you are out. How did you manage to get out?”

“Joan liked what I did with her this morning, and I know she liked what you did with her last night.”

He looked sheepish, and she hugged him and said, “It’s OK. I got a good one last night, too. How many did you get?”

“Three.”

She looked at him and said, “Will you be able to pull a fourth one out of a hat?”

“Yes, but I won’t walk for a week afterward. Come with me.”

They walked out of the office building. He took a brisk pace down the sidewalk, away from Sucker’s. She asked, “If you like, Joan said we could use my room at the bar.”

“No need.”

“What? You want to do it outside in the park?” They were across the street from a nice downtown park that had no place for discreet trysts.

“No, unless that turns you on. This is my apartment building.” He opened the door and escorted her inside and up two flights of stairs, then into a nice apartment with a view of the park.

She asked, “No elevator?”

“There is one, but it is very slow, and I wanted to be in here with you, not inside a creaking metal box.”

“You really want to be inside some other box, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Then drag me off to a bed, get my clothes off, and get cracking.”

He led her to a room down a corridor from the living room, opened the door, and bowed for her to enter. He closed the door, then stripped off his clothes as fast as he could.

She wasn’t far behind him. When she was naked, he threw her on the bed and jumped on top of her. After an intense round of kissing and groping, she managed to gasp out, “Condom, please.”

He dragged his body over to the side of the bed and grabbed a box of condoms, ripped one out, and handed it to her. She sat up, unwrapped it, and started to put it on him. He gasped out, “Maybe we should ignore these things and take a pregnancy as a freedom call for you from that bar.”

She had the condom all the way down on his cock. She gasped out, while pulling on his engorged cock to get it to her portal, “Would you accept the slave woman’s child?”

“As my dearest child, yes. To have you with me and to have a child would be great.”

She pulled him to her nether lips and guided him in. “Brave words from someone with no obligation.”

He stopped, cold, and pulled out of her.

“If that’s the way you feel about me, forget it.”

She was shocked. He was inserted into her, then pulled out over a disagreement?

“Please, Neil, please… I need you. I know you would accept a child. I’m still hurting over my previous .. male encounter. Please get back inside me! I need to be with you!”

He looked down at her, then kissed her, hard. She responded. He finally broke off the kiss and said, “Yes, I would accept a child. It seems that you aren’t ready for one, though. That’s OK. We need to establish our relationship further, it appears, and this is one way to help it along.” He pushed his penis against her, and somehow managed to aim it perfectly. He drove down into her in and slapped his torso against hers hard. She gasped, then grabbed him with her arms to keep him close, and wrapped her legs around him. She wasn’t going to let him out this time.

As she expected, the previous night had taken a lot out of him, but he rose to the occasion. It took a long time, and several orgasms for her, but he managed his own orgasm. It was a rather sweaty pair that made a nude trip to the kitchen to warm up leftovers for lunch. As they ate, she asked, “When do you have to be back?”

“I need to be there in 45 minutes. You can stay here as long as you like. When the meeting is over, I’ll rush back here, probably at about 4. Unless you want to go shopping or just look at the world outside the bar, stay here and take a long bath or something.”
She said, “I think I’ll take you up on the bath.” She hesitated, then continued, “I was afraid I was losing you when you stopped in there.”

“It irritated me when you dismissed my statement. I was going to stop the sex and have a discussion, but you mentioned your previous man problems and I realized that experience probably made it hard for you to take important statements as true. That, and those puppy-dog eyes you made, convinced me to go ahead. I’m glad I did.”

“Thank you. We suck a lot of cocks in that bar, and lick each other’s pussies, but most of us don’t get any cock where we want it. On top of that, it was you, who treated me well and wants me. It made me feel bad.”

“Well, don’t worry about it. Eat up; that place keeps you too skinny.”

“I like my figure, thank you very much. I limit my eating and work out a lot. Why do you say I’m too skinny?”

“Well, usually when a man says a woman is too skinny, he’s complimenting her on looking good.” Neil was furiously backpedalling.

She smiled. “Got ya. Thanks for noticing. I will eat up; the food isn’t bad at the bar, but it doesn’t vary much, and these leftovers are a great break.”

When they were done eating, Neil went to dress, and Delia followed him. He finished, gave her a long kiss and groped her breasts, and said, “I’ll be back around 4. There are some bath things in the bathroom closet that you might like, a present for a girl that I ended up not giving her. I hope it’s still good. Damn, I hate needing to go to that meeting.”

“Go. You need to have a good job to support me in the way I hope to become accustomed to.”

They kissed again, and he left. She locked the deadbolt behind him, then went in search of that bath.

George Johnson called his house slave, Penelope. “Hi. I’m bringing someone from the bar to help you serve dinner tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

“She will be nude and wearing a helmet that covers everything but her eyes. I don’t want our guests figuring out who she is, at least not right away. You might recognize her, too.”

“Who is she, master?”

He didn’t require her to call him ‘master’, but it gave him a kick when she did it, and she knew it. “I won’t tell you. We’ll see how good the hood is at hiding her identity. You’ll be interacting with her, so you have a better chance. The guests may wonder why she’s hooded, but won’t have the clue I gave you. After dinner, we will withdraw as usual, and you and your assistant can eat and clean up, and you can have her for the night. Chain her when you might fall asleep; I’m not sure she won’t try to take off.”

“Yes, master. Who will be your swap slave?”

“You haven’t met her. She’s a waitress named Allison.”

“Oh, I have met her. She was the waitress for several of the sucks I did at the bar for your experiment. She’s gorgeous.”

“That she is. Billy will enjoy her, as I will enjoy Pamela.”

After he hung up, he saw Joan walk into the office. He called out to her. “Joan, come on in and sit down. We need to go over the latest financials.”

She walked in and sat. He noticed the smile on her face and the air of relaxation, and said, “You got yourself some, didn’t you?”

“Just a female tongue. After she was done, I let Delia out for the afternoon. Elizabeth is scheduled to suck from two to four, when you said you wanted to go home. Allison will be dressed then, and I told her that she can be in charge of getting the helmet on Elizabeth.”

“When should we tell Delia about her promotion?”

“I’m not sure. We can always use another good green-collar. The way you promoted Louise was fun, but it scared her half to death.”

“Yes, promotions should be fun. They are a reward. Well, think of something. Maybe her boyfriend could come in and announce it.”

“And screw her in front of the assembled slaves.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“Or you could.”

“That might be fun, but it might not be a reward as far as she is concerned.”

“Delia? Once she got over the nudity, she has shown herself to be brazen. If it involves being fucked, she’ll be first in line to volunteer.”

“Well, think something up that she will enjoy and that won’t make her father or boyfriend mad.”

“OK. On other topics, how long are you going to sit on your new, high-priced acquisitions before starting to make money with them?”
“How is Doris coming along?”

“She has calmed down a lot, but she hasn’t turned the corner into being a proper slave. Continual punishment and discomfort are taking a lot of time to get there. I don’t have the time to deal with her as much as she needs. I think we need outside help on this one.”

“All right, you choose someone and get things going. How is Cherise?”

“We could have started using her as a sucker the first day she was here. She has been working with Louise and set up classes where they work with small numbers of suckers. The first class was better white-collars, and their satisfaction ratings went up. Then they tried it on the lowest-rated white collars, and now most of them are almost as good as the first group. They finished up the white-collars, then went on to black collars. They started with two classes of the best suckers and produced some amazing results. They are continuing to work with the black collar groups and we hope to have all of them through Suck School in the next couple of weeks. Customers are already noticing that sucks are better, and my biggest worry is that someone will get a few good suckers, then someone who hasn’t been through the class yet.”

“That’s a problem, but it’s a problem I like having, instead of unsatisfied customers. So, should we start her sucking without Doris?”

“Once people find out she’s here, we will be getting bugged about Doris. I suggest we just say ‘no comment.’ The only question is whether we advertise or just let word-of-mouth ramp up first.”

“Let’s try word-of-mouth. When the press gets it, we will get plenty of free advertising for a couple of days, and then we can put it in some ads. We do need to get Doris on board soon.”

“OK, tonight, Cherise starts to suck.”

“No, wait until tomorrow. I’m out tonight, and I want to be here to watch the first night.”

“What about sex school teaching?”

“Not until our suckers are all trained. Let’s be careful who we let them teach, too; no other suck bars near here.”

“OK, boss. On the financials, you will see that sales are up. All categories are up: bar, sucks, food, punishment, rental. We are up when almost everything else, including the other suck bars in town, is down. We must be doing something right. Informal polling of customers tells us that they like the service, the drinks, the atmosphere, the women. Our customers like that the women smile and are upbeat, as opposed to most other suck bars where they are bedraggled and sullen. Maybe some people are drawn to darker atmospheres, but we are picking up those with lighter hearts and thicker wallets.”

The financial dissection that followed could have been bottled and used as a sleep aid.

Joan was in the office late in the evening after Mr. Johnson had gone to fuck Elizabeth in the Fuck Room. As she worked, she found herself thinking about being in there with him, and she realized she was getting the chair she was sitting on wet.
She looked up when someone walked into the office. It was Neil, Delia’s boyfriend.
“Hello, Joan. I was thinking about you and the price I needed to pay for your delivery service. Thank you for giving her the card.”
Joan smiled at him and stood up. “I’m glad you came by. I’m feeling very horny tonight. Mr. Johnson took a new slave and Delia to the Fuck Room, so I’m not getting any action.”
“A girl like you shouldn’t have any problem finding companionship.”
“I don’t, but he’s out of town.”
“Well, then, it’s my lucky night.”
She rose and took him by the arm. “Come with me and we’ll find out. Aren’t you bothered that Delia is in with Mr. Johnson?”
“I’ll admit that I would rather be with her, but that’s the way it is and I knew it going in. On top of that, I have a companion for the night that makes up for it.”
She led him to the Service Room. “This isn’t as nice as the Fuck Room, but the bed is good, and there is plenty of equipment in the cabinet.” She helped him with his clothing, then hung it up while he looked in the cabinet.
“This is all bondage gear. You want to be bound?”
“That’s up to you. You’re the man. I’m the slave. I want sex. I like bondage.”
“You barely know me. Aren’t you afraid that I might go too far?”
“You are related in some way to John Thompson, and Delia trusts you. That’s good enough for me.” She sat on the bed and looked at him expectantly. She didn’t tell him about the surveillance system and how the security office would be watching. She wanted the tape they were almost certainly making of this for her.
He looked at her and appreciated her beauty. He considered just taking her without bondage, but decided that a woman that likes bondage should be provided with bondage. He was a newbie at bondage, and he knew it, so he decided to try something simple. He found leather cuffs and locks, then took them to the bed and fitted them on her wrists and locked them on. he had her lie down and locked the cuffs to chains from the upper corners of the bed. As an afterthought, he locked a chain from the headboard to the leash loop of her collar. He looked her over, then removed the belt she wore that had keyrings and handcuffs attached to it. He cuddled in next to her body and ran his hand over her breasts. She shivered as he toyed with her nipples.
“You like the simple bondage?” she asked, shivering a little more as his hand drifted lower.
“I’m just getting started at it, so I’m not getting fancy.”
“That’s good. I like to use my legs, too.”
He reached her labia and stroked the inside of the outer lips. She gasped as he took long, slow strokes, staying away from her clitoris, and teasing her slowly. She wanted him to speed up, to rub her clitoris, to bring her to orgasm, but she also was glad he had bound her so she was unable to interfere with his slow teasing. He kept up the strokes, occasionally visiting the entrance to her vagina to harvest a little lubrication. When he finally circled her nub, she shuddered. It was very close to an orgasm, but it didn’t take her where she wanted to be. He backed away, approached again, and kept up the teasing for what she thought was an eternity. When he finally rubbed her clitoris directly, she groaned loudly.
“That’s where you wanted me to get to, isn’t it?”
“Yesssssss……”
He played with her lightly, then withdrew his hand. She moaned in frustration until she saw that he was lining himself up for penetration. “Condom, please…” she managed to gasp out. He smiled, then looked around and saw the box of condoms on a bedside table. He retrieved one and put it on, then started a slow rubbing of her clitoris again. She started bucking against his hand. He stopped and lined up again, then drove himself into her. It went all the way in in one smooth stroke.
“It seems like you were ready for this.”
She didn’t speak; she just pressed up against him and clenched her vaginal muscles. He started a long slow stroke that she knew was meant to keep him from climax as long as possible. He moved to press his pubic bone against her clitoris, which gave her a great deal of pleasure. She pushed back at his thrusts and contracted her vaginal muscles every time he bottomed out inside her. Time lost its meaning to her as she let the pleasure flow over her and she abandoned awareness of the rest of the world. He finally sped up his thrusts, then came. He lay still on top of her, breathing heavily. He finally said, “Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for the wild ride.”
He kissed her and said, “Thank you.” He remained still until his cock softened enough to fall out of her. He rose, discarded the condom, and unlocked the wrist cuffs and removed them. He left the chain to her collar locked on, and put the key on the restraints cabinet, well out of her reach. He lay down next to her and said, “Is this an all-night event, or just for the recent festivities?”
She smiled at him and said, “It seems you want all night, given that I’m locked to the bed and you put the key out of reach.”
“Yes, you are chained here, and I want you to stay here, but I will defer to your wishes if you want to be let loose. You are a slave, but you aren’t my slave, and you invited me.”
“Don’t let me loose. Please feel free to wake me up at any time and use me again.” She snuggled up to him. “Did you like the sex?”
“I loved it. You participated and wanted it.”
“I like sex. I like my boyfriend’s sex, and Mr. Johnson’s, but yours is special too. My boyfriend likes Delia’s sex, too. Maybe we can arrange to meet as couples and swap from time to time.”
He was astounded. Joan was just as good-looking and good at sex as Delia, and he had been happy when she said that the price of getting information to Delia was sex with her, but this was beyond his wildest expectations. He realized that he was thinking like she was a free woman, but then he realized that he had been treating her like a free woman, regardless of the chains (she had asked for those). “I would like that. I wonder if Delia would mind.”
“She’s your slave, and she likes my boyfriend.”
“Well, she isn’t my slave, at least not yet. Her father, and owner, told her to obey me, though.”
“I think she will be fine with it. She’s almost as horny as I am, and she is beginning to get the slave mindset.”
“Well, we’ll deal with that when the time comes. Right now, you’ve worn me out, and I need some sleep.” He pulled the sheet up over them, cuddled up to her tightly, put his hand on her breast, and fell asleep.
About three in the morning, Joan woke from a light sleep to find Neil playing with her pudenda again. She pressed herself against his hand. He said, “So you do want to do it again.”
“I told you to wake me up any time and use me again.”
“Then grab a condom and let’s get going.”
Joan took a condom from the box and with well-practiced dexterity rolled it over his erect member, then lay flat. Neil rolled over her and pressed himself in slowly, with her hand guiding him in. This sex was much faster and more energetic than the first, but took almost as long. Joan came twice. When he shuddered and stopped moving, she held him to her tightly, keeping him inside her. After he softened and fell out, she said, “Thank you, master. Thank you for using me.”
He rolled off of her and held her, then said, “I’m not your master.”
“While you have me locked down and at your disposal, you are my master. Thank you for using me.”
He was taken aback by her words. “Why do you say ‘using me’?”
“Because that’s what you are doing. You are also making it good for me. It’s a slave thing. You may not think of it that way when you use Delia, but I’m pretty sure that’s what she thinks.”
“So I should stop?”
“Of course not! I liked you using me, and I’m sure Delia does. You can think of it as ‘making love’ or ‘having sex,’ and it’s good that you do and take the slave’s feelings into account.”
“And what if I marry her?”
“A slave wife is still a slave, and can’t say no and have it stick. I know this upsets you, but it is part of being a slave. She became a slave because of bad decisions. I became a slave to protect myself by getting a protected situation. Either way, we are slaves. We appreciate good treatment and we like being used in a pleasant manner. Please, keep doing it.”
Neil lapsed into silence. Joan pulled the sheet up over them, cuddled up to him tightly, and they soon fell asleep.
In the morning, about 7 AM, Neil woke up. Joan woke as he sat up. He rose and got the key to her neck chain, then unlocked her. He lay back down on the bed and said, “You are free to go, unless you want to take care of this.” He motioned to his erection. Joan smiled, reached for the chain, locked it back onto her collar, then put a condom on him and sat down on the erection and proceeded to ride him. It was a fast and furious fuck. He rubbed her clitoris while she bucked up and down on his penis. She came first, but kept up the furious motion until he came. He reached up and pulled her down to him and kissed her hard. She melted into the kiss and kept it up.
When the kiss ended, she lay next to him and said, “See? I appreciate a good fucking. Thank you.”
“You are welcome. I don’t know if I will be able to walk today,” said Neil. It was only a little facetious.
After a few minutes of cuddling, he rose again and unlocked Joan from the chain. He started to dress and said, “I have to go home, shower, and change, so I can get to work.”
She said, “You can shower here, with me, in the red-collar shower room.”
“That would be nice, but I have to change into clean clothes, too, and I’m short on time. Maybe next time I’ll bring clean clothes with me.”
She hugged him and said, “That’s a great idea, having a next time. Next time you come here, though, I want you to use Delia. She deserves it. Like I said before, I want you again, too.”

Back in his office, George Johnson was looking at Allison’s record. He had been impressed by Roger thanking her, and he wanted to look at her record. He was amazed to see that she didn’t have privileges to leave the bar, and hadn’t asked for them. When the screen told him that the record had been updated, he refreshed the view and found the supervisor’s entry about Roger thanking Allison and the tip he had left for her. He looked through the record for anything that might have caused her not to be eligible for trips out of the bar and couldn’t find anything. He looked out into the business office and saw Joan. “Joan, come in here, please.” She came in immediately. “Please, sit. I see that Allison has good customer ratings and a lot of revenue, good suck ratings, and has been praised and given a big tip by Roger just now, but has never had a trip out of the bar, and she’s been here for three years. She has never been trained for higher responsibility, and she appears to be capable of it, and doesn’t have anything negative in her record. Do you know why?”

“It may be because she’s already a waitress and hasn’t asked for privileges or training. I usually wait for them to ask, at least for a while. I agree, she has potential.”

“Let’s give her a little push.” He picked up his phone and called the main bar, then told the head bartender to send Allison to his office when she wasn’t busy.

About fifteen minutes later, Allison showed up in the office, looking extremely nervous. She saw Joan working, and said, “I was called to see Mr. Johnson. I was going to have the floor supervisor handcuff me, but she said she wouldn’t do it.”

Joan replied, “As she shouldn’t. Don’t be nervous. Come with me.” Joan led Allison into Mr. Johnson’s office and said, “Allison is here.”

He said, “Good. Both of you, have a seat.” He paused, then spoke to Allison. “I was curious about you and looked up your records. You have a very good record, with lots of revenue and good ratings, and a nice balance in your personal account. However, you haven’t tried to advance, and you have never asked for a trip out of the bar. I would like to know why.” He looked at her and waited for a reply.

She was obviously agitated. She didn’t speak for a while, then finally said, “I … do OK as a waitress, and I don’t want to foul up in a different job.” She paused for quite a while, then said, “I don’t see any reason to leave the bar. My home town is hundreds of miles away from here, and my family sold me into slavery anyway. I don’t know anyone here outside of the bar staff. I have used some of my account money to get a few things I wanted, like a TV and books, and some of the others helped me order them.” She sat still after that, and it appeared that she had said all she thought was necessary.

Joan spoke up. “When you were promoted to white-collar, did you mess up?”

Allison said, “A little.”

“What happened as a result?”

“I was taught the proper methods.”

“Were you whipped?”

“No.”

“When you were promoted to green-collar, did you mess up?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“I got some education.”

“Did you get whipped?”

“No, I got a few pussy shocks.”

“Was it too extreme a punishment?”

“No.”

“When you became a waitress and got that yellow collar, did you mess up?”

“Yes. Repeatedly.”

“What happened?”

“I got some help in learning the right way to do things.”

“Were you whipped or shocked?”

“No. I think it was because I admitted my problems and asked for help.”

“That is correct. Now, given those three situations, what makes you so terrified of trying something else and possibly improving your life?”

Allison sat still for a while, then finally said, “It was a difficult thing, getting to be a waitress. It was hard enough for me that I am afraid that anything harder would get me so messed up I’d get snuffed.”

Joan said, “As I recall, the things that you had trouble with were remembering orders and balancing a tray. The first we took care of with memory training. The second was just experience. Those are common problems, by the way, and we expected them. The more difficult parts of all your jobs you mastered almost immediately. You are smart. You could be of much more value to the bar, and help yourself. I want you to try to advance.”

Allison looked even more nervous than before, then said, “Why are you so interested in my advancement?”

Mr. Johnson replied, “Good question. We have a shortage of good management and supervisory candidates. You show promise. We would like to use you in more important roles.”

Allison looked even more nervous, but got a harder look on her face. “That’s part of it. You used the word ‘use’. I’m a slave, an object that can be used. I’m supposed to do things to improve your profits at almost no benefit to me. I haven’t been all that motivated.”

Joan and Mr. Johnson looked at each other with a slight smile, which made Allison even more nervous. Joan turned to her and said, “You have a point, but are missing a great deal. It’s true, you are a slave. You have no rights. On the other hand, I’m a slave and have no rights, and I got myself into a really good position. I had more bargaining power than you do, true, but it didn’t get me to where I am now. I got what I have now by being valuable to the bar. You have already gone up three steps since you were brought in as a black-collar slave. That’s because you showed yourself to be valuable. True, it’s in the bar’s best interest to get you in a position where your capabilities are used to the best advantage.” Joan smiled as she used the word ‘used.’ “However, you also get rewards when you do more for the bar. You might not think that the improvements have been all that much, but compare your life now to how it was as a new black-collar slave. It is quite an improvement, isn’t it?”

Allison nodded. Her mouth was dry.

Joan continued, “It is much better. It may help to know that even our black collars live a lot better than a lot of bar slaves, and a lot of industrial slaves. You haven’t even taken advantage of some of the benefits your good work has earned you. I suspect that you don’t think it was fair that you got enslaved.”

Allison nodded.
“Well, you did, and you have to accept it and get on with things. We are offering you a chance for a better life. There are rewards for succeeding. If you fail, all that will happen, as long as you tried, is that you will go back to being a waitress.”

Mr. Johnson said. “To give things a push, I’ll give you an early incentive. You are now in training to be a red-collar. I suspect you already know most of what you need to know. When you satisfy Joan that you are ready, you will get a red collar. This afternoon, you will go to the department store down the street and buy yourself clothes, including at least one nice outfit. The bar will split the first $400 of cost with you. Joan will give you a debit card that you can charge things to, and after you return, we will deduct your share of the cost from your account. You can wear clothes on the trip, if you can borrow them. Just to make things a little more interesting, Joan can’t lend you the clothes; you have to find someone else to borrow them from. After your buying spree is over, you will wear some of your new clothes and take a new bar slave, Elizabeth, to the Slave Store to get her fitted for a leather helmet. She will be serving dinner at my house tomorrow evening, and I don’t want her recognized, at least not at first.” He leaned back and looked Allison over. “You will be there, too, wearing your new nice outfit. A friend of mine and I get together with each other from time to time, eat a nice dinner, then swap slaves for the night. You will be my slave to swap tomorrow.”

Allison looked both happy and afraid at the same time. “You are giving me a promotion, and also sharing me sexually?”

“You sound unhappy about that. As I recall, when you have been in the Fuck Room, you seemed to enjoy it. A lot. If you liked that, a night with my friend will keep you smiling for a week.”

Allison blushed down to her breasts. She had enjoyed sex with Mr. Johnson. She wanted the sex he was going to let her have, but was still miffed a little about it being mandatory. However, she knew better than to resist, and Joan’s statement that her thinking her enslavement wasn’t fair was true, and it had been keeping her from doing things that were to her own benefit. She finally said, “All right, I’ll try.”

Mr. Johnson said, “That’s good. You can get started as soon as Joan gets you the card.” At that dismissal, Joan and Allison rose and left his office.

Outside, Joan said, “I figured it was enslavement resentment. It seems like you have decided that you might as well accept the situation and try to make it better.”

“I suppose. You said you had more bargaining power. How is that?”

“I volunteered, with a well-drawn contract to protect me. I had my reasons to volunteer. How did you get enslaved?”

“My parents were down-on-their-luck factory workers, with the ‘bad luck’ being they drank way to much and were lousy workers. I was a good student. One day, when it looked like they were about to lose the house, they sold me out. I think it got them three months of mortgage payments, but made me miserable. I got in contact with my brother after I made white collar, and it turns out he managed to save some of my stuff in a friend’s barn. He has sent some of the more personal stuff to me.”

“Well, they are in your past. Invite your brother to visit, if you like.”

“I may do that.”

Joan got a company debit card and put $600 in the account it drew on. “Use this, and I’ll transfer money afterward as Mr. Johnson indicated.”

Allison asked, “How bad is this slave swap going to be?”

Joan smiled. “I would like to be the swap slave again, frankly. I think you will like it. Now, either go naked, or borrow clothes. I’d ask Delia, if I were you; she’s near your size. I’m not sure why he said I couldn’t lend you clothes, except maybe to show you that there are others that have better lives. By the way, the first trip out is usually nude. You are getting a bonus.”

Allison found Delia on duty in the white-collar waiting area. “I’ve been told to go do something, and that I can dress to do it if I can get someone to lend me some clothes. Could I borrow some from you?”

Delia had found Allison to be pleasant and helpful , and was glad to help. She went to the floor supervisor and said, “Allison needs some help. Can I have a few minutes to help her out?”

The floor supervisor knew what Allison was to do, because Joan had sent her a message, so she said, “Sure. Take up to an hour. It’s slow now, anyway.”

Allison and Delia went to Delia’s room. Delia pulled out some underwear, then looked at Allison and said, “My bras won’t fit you, so you’ll have to go without.” She turned to the clothes rod she had rigged up (no closets for low-ranking slaves) and took down an informal outfit and handed it to Allison. “Here you go.”

Allison put on the proffered clothes and regarded herself in a small mirror Delia had. “This is the first time in three years that I’ve worn any clothing,” she said, obviously relishing it. “I hope I can do this more often.”

“What are you being sent out to do?”

“Buy clothes for myself.”

Delia laughed. “That makes it likely that you will do it more often. I figured they were grooming you for higher authority.”

“Why?”

“Because you are smart, pleasant, and efficient. You will get more privileges quickly, I suspect.”

Allison thanked Delia for the loan of the clothes, and went to the office. “I need directions to the store.”

Joan said, “Out the front door, turn right, two blocks. Be back in two hours. Have fun!”

Allison walked to the main entrance. She felt nervous, almost as nervous as when she had been in Mr. Johnson’s office. For a long time it had represented forbidden territory. The desk slave noticed her and smiled. “It’s OK, go on out. Joan called me and told me to expect you.” Allison took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and walked out the door. As she stood in the sunlight for the first time in three years, she started to feel better, and wished she had tried to do this sooner. She turned right and started walking.

An hour and a half later later, she stood by the customer service desk with $600 worth of purchases, wearing a new outfit, wondering how she was going to get all of it back to the bar. One of the desk attendants came out and asked her, “Can you handle all of that?”

“I don’t think so.”

“I’ll get a few stock workers to help you carry it back to the bar.”

Allison looked sharply at the attendant, wondering how she knew about her going back to the bar. The attendant laughed. “I saw your charge card. The bar sends its slaves here to get things, so I knew whose slave you were. It’s OK. All of the women working here are slaves, too. We like it when we see another slave doing well. I’ll get you the help you need.”

Allison smiled broadly and said, “Thank you. Somehow, encouragement from another slave is better than any other.”

Allison was soon on her way back to the bar with two jumpsuit-wearing store slaves. They took her parcels into the entry of the bar and put them by the desk. Allison thanked them, and they went back to the department store. Allison took three trips to her room to get it stowed away, hung Delia’s clothes on her doorknob, then went to the bar office again. Joan looked up and said, “Very nice.”

Allison turned to show off her new clothes and said, “I gave Delia her clothes back. Here’s the charge card. There was another job I was supposed to do.”

“Yes. Wait here. I don’t want you sashaying through the bar wearing clothes. I’ll get Elizabeth and explain what you are to do.”

Joan went to the white collar waiting area and collected Elizabeth. Elizabeth was handcuffed and leashed to a chair. Joan stopped at the floor supervisor’s station and asked about how Elizabeth had been doing.

“It’s gone well. It seems that a lot of men do like attractive middle-aged women to suck them. Some even say she looks like their wives. She has gotten good reviews.”

“Excellent. Check her out to me for a while. Mr. Johnson wants her fitted for an accessory for an alternate use for her.”

On the way back to the office, Elizabeth couldn’t hold her tongue. “Accessory? Alternate use? What’s going on?”

Joan stopped, and yanked on Elizabeth’s leash. “You ask a lot of annoying questions for a junior slave. If and when you are to get more information, it will be given to you. I’ll skip the pussy shocks I should administer, but I won’t skip the next one. Got that?” Elizabeth nodded, and Joan continued to the office.

“Allison, this is Elizabeth. Take her to the Slave Store and have them fit a leather helmet on her that exposes only her eyes. Bring her back with it on so I can examine it. They know you are coming and that you have authorization to put the purchase on the bar’s account, so you won’t need a charge card. Leave her handcuffed, and keep hold of her leash, at least when you are outside. If she gives you any trouble, call me.” Joan handed her a cell phone. “The bar is rapid dial number 1 on that phone. If she gets out of line, she gets a good pussy zap when she gets back here, and you get to do it. Sassing and arguing are getting out of line.” Joan looked at Elizabeth when she said the last sentence. Elizabeth shivered. “The Slave Store is a block past the department store. Go ahead and get started, and remember that slave management is one of the jobs of a red collar.”

Allison turned and walked away, holding Elizabeth’s leash. Elizabeth followed docilely, trying to avoid punishment.

As they entered the Slave Store, a nude store slave approached Allison and ignored Elizabeth. “How can I help you?”

“I’m from Suckers. This slave needs to be fitted with a leather helmet that exposes only her eyes.”

“We’ve been expecting you. Our fitter is in the work room and ready to start. Follow me, please.” She led Allison into a room to the rear of the sales floor, where another nude slave waited.

“Welcome. Have your slave sit in this chair and I’ll get started.” After Elizabeth was seated, the fitter chose a helmet from a table and slipped it over Elizabeth’s head, She pulled it back and forth, checking the chin fit and the slack at the back of the head, then removed it. “One size smaller, I think.” She slipped a different helmet on, checked several fit points, and said, “Yes, much better. I will finish the fitting by adding padding to the chin and a little at the back so it is properly snug. It will be just a few minutes.” She took off the hood, added leather pads in various places with a mild adhesive, and put it back on. She repeated the process several times, zipping up the closure at the back on the last two tries. “That seems good. I’ll glue the pads in with the final adhesive, and we can make a final check.” Two minutes later, the taut helmet was on display, completely enclosing Elizabeth’s head except for her eyes and nostrils. “This style doesn’t have a zipper for the mouth, just as they specified when they called. It does have zippers to expose the ears so she can hear better, in a serving situation.” The fitter pointed out a feature at the bottom of the zipper closure. “Use this loop and the hole in the zipper handle to lock it on, if desired. Is it satisfactory?”

“Yes, it looks good.”

“I’ll put the bill on the bar’s tab. Thank you for your business.”

Allison strolled back to the bar, not hurrying and not dallying. She looked around at t