Saturday Jan 7 noon
Ernie’s house, bathroom
The girls closed the bathroom door as they went in to give them some privacy.
Alana asked, “So, how you holding up?”
Kelly asked, “How do I look?”
Alana said, “Not too bad. When I saw the blood on the bed earlier I thought you’d be worse, but now that I see your weals it’s not as bad as I thought. I think those will heal up nicely. Probably a few lines for a year, but a tan or some powder might hide them. How’s my back?”
Kelly said, “Does it sting like mine does?”
Alana said, “Yes, mostly on the butt.”
Kelly said, “Mine too.” She looked frustrated. “I spent my whole life looking after my skin, and look what these idiots do to it.”
Alana said, “Not much we can do about that.”
Kelly said, “What do you think of him?”
Alana said, “For one thing I think we’re smarter than he is. He’s a complete novice, so we should be able to train him. I haven’t decided what’s realistic to try training him to do yet, but I’m thinking we might start him on an exercise regimen to get rid of that horrible gut.”
Kelly said, “We could try to get him to sell us to a more handsome guy.”
Alana said, “I hardly think that’s realistic. There’s not a lot of trade in girls, except from professional trainers, so he’d take a loss monetarily if he sold us. Does that seem something likely for him?”
Kelly said, “No.”
Alana said, “Besides, he’s got a crush on you. We can use that. I figure I’m better off going everywhere with you than without you, so I figure I’m stuck with him. Did you happen to notice if he enjoyed whipping us?”
Kelly said, “No. I had my eyes closed most of the time during, and afterwards my eyes were too full of tears to see anything at all.”
Alana said, “Drat. Me too.”
Kelly said, “You’re thinking he’s a sadist?”
Alana said, “I don’t know. He said ‘introductory whipping’, so it might just be a one-time fluke. The cops didn’t think much of it. Their morality might rub off on master, at least for a while.”
Kelly said, “That came out pretty easy for you, calling him ‘master’.”
Alana said, “What do you want to call him?”
At that moment Kelly realized that although he knew their names, she didn’t know his. She’d slept with the man and she didn’t know his name.
Kelly said, “Sir? Owner?”
Alana said, “I think I’ll start with master for a bit and see how it goes. We’d better get cleaned up. He might be waiting for us.”
Kelly said, “If you bend over the tub, I’ll sponge bath your back, and then you can do mine.”
Alana said, “OK. Let’s see what he’s got in the cupboards.” She opened the medicine chest, and found it mostly empty, except for things that a man would use. Alana took the toothpaste out and set it on the counter. Under the sink they found a blow dryer, iron, toilet paper, spare light bulbs, extra shampoo. The drawers were the treasure trove, relatively speaking. The upper drawer held more stuff for men, spare electric razor after-shave and such. The next drawer down held a traditional razor, shaving cream, nail clippers and file. Kelly took the nail clippers and file out and set them on the countertop. The bottom drawer was deep, and held a first aid kit, and
bandages and creams, aspirin, Tylenol, and a variety of stomach remedies, a small supply of manual toothbrushes (unused due to the electric toothbrush on the counter), and a hairbrush still in its original packaging. She took out the larger bandages and creams and set them on top of the countertop, and took the hairbrush and toothbrushes out of their packages.
Kelly said, “No tampons.”
Alana said, “Do you want to tell him?”
Kelly said, “Of course not!” Firstly it was an unladylike subject to discuss with a man. Secondly he might get upset for any of a dozen reasons. Thirdly he wouldn’t want to buy them himself, and lastly she didn’t want to be shopping naked.
Alana said, “Do you think he’ll figure it out on his own?”
Kelly said, “Mine isn’t for another week and a half yet. Maybe he’ll realize it by then.”
Alana said, “Mine is sooner. But I’m worried that all the stress might move it some.”
Kelly asked, “Were you on the pill?”
Alana motioned to her arm, “I’ve got a Norplant in my arm. Implant birth control. I’m good for a couple months yet. You?”
Kelly said, “The pill.”
Alana said, “He’ll have to do something about that.”
Kelly said, “No kidding.”
Alana said, “Get in the tub. I’ll do you first.”
Kelly said, “OK.” And got in, and bent forward so her back was at 45 degrees. Alana damped and soap lathered a sponge, and started washing Kelly’s back.
Kelly asked, “What do you think is going to happen to us?”
Alana said, “I think the worst is behind us. At Spellbook he didn’t even look at our backsides, and yet that’s where he punished us, so I figure he mostly bought us for sex. Maybe something else too, but I doubt he intends to snuff us.”
Kelly said, “I think so too.”
Alana rinsed Kelly’s back, and then applied some antiseptic ointment to some of the worst spots.
Kelly added, “If he’s got a dungeon, I expect that’s where he’ll keep us chained up when we’re not in use.”
Alana said, “I doubt he’s got a dungeon. He’s not together enough for something like that. Those corduroy pants he was wearing have wear marks on the backside.”
Kelly said, “Yea. Did you see his socks?”
Alana said, “What about the socks.”
Kelly said, “They don’t match.”
Alana said, “Cool. Maybe he’ll forget to take keys with him when he locks us up or something.”
Kelly got out, dried herself with a towel, and wrapped the towel around her.
Alana said, “Better take that off. That’s a habit to get out of.”
Kelly said, “It’s warmer.”
Alana said, “He told us not to cover ourselves.”
Kelly said, “When?”
Alana said, “At Spellbook. He told us not to cover once, and to obey three times.”
Kelly said, “You counted?”
Alana said, “Sure.”
Kelly said, “He told us to cover ourselves in the pickup.”
Alana said, “It was freezing out.”
Kelly said, “It’s cold in here too.”
Alana said, “Suit yourself.” and got into the tub and bent over.
Kelly thought about it for a second, and hung her towel back up on the towel rack, and started washing Alana.
Alana asked, “Cock or ball sack?”
Kelly asked, “What?”
Alana said, “He’s going to want to use us, you know, together. When we give him a blowjob we should be in agreement beforehand who’s going to do what. So I was just wondering if you wanted to suck his cock or his ball sack.”
Kelly said, “Uh cock.”
Alana said, “OK. Don’t forget to swallow. Men like that. Slaves probably are not permitted to spit it out. Time after that do you want to switch?”
Kelly said, “Uh, ok.”
Then Kelly brushed her teeth while Alana brushed her hair, then they swapped. Alana clipped and filed her fingernails, then waited for Kelly to do the same.
Alana said, “Well, I think that’s all we can do here. Shall we go out and see what he wants next?”
Kelly said, “I guess so.”
They found him in the living room at a table facing the wall typing on the Internet.
Ernie said, “Ah you’re done.”
Alana looked at the couch and started walking that way as she entered the room.
Ernie said, “Kneel there on the floor will you.” He pointed to a spot in front of the couch, got up, opened a drawer at the desk and took out two elastic bands, and went over and sat on the couch in front of them.
Ernie said, “Here, put your hair into a pony tail for me.” They took the rubber bands from him, and with a few flips of the hair, had the bands wrapped around their hair near their heads, leaving their hair behind their heads. In both cases it quickly widened out to a little more than three-inch diameter. If they’d washed their hair, it might have been fluffier. As it was it was merely shiny from being brushed.
He reached to his side, and picked up a plate of turkey sandwiches. Two sandwiches, each cut in four, with the crusts cut off. He had made them lunch. He set the plate on the floor between them. Each of the girls took a quarter sandwich and started eating.
Ernie said, “You can sit back if you like.”
Alana sat on her heels, and Kelly shifted her feet out from under her and sat on her ass with her ankles together off to the side in a very dainty feminine pose. Ernie smiled. He liked when women did womanish things like that. He wondered when they’d lie on their stomachs on a bed and wiggle their feet in the air.
Ernie had been worried that they’d be nervous or crying, but mostly they seemed distantly curious.
Ernie asked, “What did they tell you about me?” looking at Kelly, at her face for a change.
Kelly said, “Nothing at all master. We don’t even know your name.”
Ernie said, “My name is Ernie Watts.”
Kelly said, “Pleased to meet you Mr. Ernie Watts.”
Ernie said, “ ‘Master’ will do.”
Kelly said, “Yes master.”
Ernie said, “Well you probably want to know what’s expected of you. And you’ve probably noticed that I’m single. The house isn’t the greatest I suppose, but it’s a reasonable expenditure given my income and net worth. I’m a CPA and have my own business. The office is in a strip mall about ten blocks from here. You’ll have duties here and there. Here you’re domestics and female entertainment, so you’ll cook and clean and service my libido. There you’re advertising and artwork and office assistants. In the summer time you’ll pony me back and forth. That’s sort of the executive summary. Got it thus far?”
Kelly said, “Yes master.”
Alana said, “Yes master.”
Ernie said, “I’ve never owned women before. I’ve never even owned a dog. So I imagine that there will be things that each of us will have to get used to in the coming days. At least you won’t shit on the carpet.” They didn’t laugh, and Ernie thought it wasn’t that funny.
Ernie said, “I expect you to conform to my plans and my desires. You’re here to serve me, to make my life easier and more pleasant, not the other way around. Any questions thus far?”
Alana said, “We’re new to this too master. We’ll try to conform to your plans for us. You’ve obviously given this a lot of thought. Would you tell us what sorts of things you want us to do?”
Alana had positively hated what had happened at National Media Headquarters, with the staff never telling the girls what was going on. It was all hurry up and wait, obey this command now and then they’d be tied up and left. She never knew when she could rest, or when she was going to be raped. No one ever said what was going on or why. She didn’t want Ernie to get into that habit. She likened it to when a man and a woman first move in together, the first one to take out the garbage ends up doing it forever. She had no doubts who would be taking out the garbage – it was Kelly – but as much as she could steer her life she was going to pull a few threads as opportunities presented themselves.
Ernie said, “I have some things in mind for the details. When you’re not chained up I expect you to be where I can see you. While I expect you to be pleasant conversationalists I don’t want you tearing my ear off all the time. So I want you to wait on me hand and foot, and to find an out of the way spot in the room I’m in and wait silently until I tell you to do something. When it’s just you and me you don’t have to be silent all the time. We can talk. We’ll see how that works out. You can talk too, as long as it doesn’t bother me.
Ernie continued, “But if there’s anyone else around you are to be seen and not heard. Never talk in the presence of others, unless you’re directly asked a question. A side effect of this means you’ll not be dialing the telephone, and that’s intended. If I ask you a yes or no question when others are around, I want you to signal yes by bouncing your breasts up-and-down, or to signal no by shaking your breasts side-to-side. As a man that seems to me that you should be able to accomplish that easy enough, although I’ve asked some strippers to do it and to my surprise some of them have had trouble with one or the other, so I’ll expect you to practice
later.
Kelly thought, ‘Telephone! Oh, it’s Saturday. I had a date. I can’t even call to cancel, and he might have been nice. I can’t even phone home to let them know where I am. As if I know where I am.’ She glanced around, and saw a pile of mail. Her current address wasn’t a secret apparently, and wouldn’t take too long for her to find out.
Ernie says, “Slave girls should be naked all the time. I don’t care if you’re cold, or covered in goose pimples, or shivering, or your teeth are chattering. When I look at you all I want to see is flesh. I draw the line at hypothermia though, and some of my customers won’t want to see your bare bits either. You’ll be naked all the time at home though. If you’re wearing a coat you’ll take it off outside before you come in.
Kelly asked, “May I ask a question master?”
Ernie said, “Go ahead.”
Kelly asked, “Why can’t we wear clothes?”
Ernie said, “Because I said so.”
Kelly asked, “I mean why don’t you want us to wear clothes?”
Ernie said, “Because I enjoy looking at you. Biological I guess. Your nakedness also reminds both of you of your state, so you won’t stupidly forget and disobey me or disrespect someone else. It’s good for a slavegirl to offer her body to her master and take pride in his enjoyment of her. It’s good for a slavegirl to remember she can be whipped anywhere on her body, to protect her from moments of weakness. It’s good for you to be in the habit of showing your body in case we have company. That’s why. OK?”
Kelly said, “Yes master. It’s just that I’ve worn clothes for a long time. Perpetual nudity, it’s, well it’s not something a girl is used to. I mean, I don’t know if, sorry, I mean well it’s hard master, knowing I’ll never get to wear clothes again. I wasn’t expecting…”
If Kelly’s need to be covered wasn’t instinctual, it was certainly well trained and honed.
Kelly had spent the first 18 years of her life being careful to hide her nakedness from her brother, who had taken it as a hobby to catch her when she was changing. He never took pictures and never told anyone, and seemed to think it tit-for-tat to be hit in the head by books that she threw at him whenever he did it. In the early years she thought it was merely the proximity of a handy stripping female he was interested in, and in the latter years he seemed to enjoy that she got embarrassed as much as anything. She always locked her doors, but he had a knack for disabling locks in such a way that they appeared locked but he could just push them open. She had her full-length mirror beside her bedroom door, until one day he opened the door as she was looking at her figure. The next day the mirror
was by her bedroom window, until he popped up with a ladder, at which point the mirror returned to its position by the door and she started propping a chair against the doorknob to keep the door closed. Which worked for a while until he started tipping it over with a yardstick under her door. And so on. It was an ongoing battle with rules of war. Her attention to the state of the doors was ever vigilant. His break-ins were random, perhaps once a week, she never knowing in which way he was planning to break her security. In the early years he was often early or late (i.e. she was covered), but in the latter years he always saw at least a fleeting breast while she had her panties on, or a bare pussy when she had her chest covered. There were no peepholes, and he couldn’t afford surveillance equipment, so she assumed he was listening. Spotting a bare breast or pussy they considered counting coop, and were marked on his calendar with a dot or two at the top of the date for the number of nipples seen, or with a dot at the bottom of the date for a bare puss. Full nudity from behind was marked with a vertical bar, and he granted her two weeks truce. Full nudity from the front was marked with
an X, and she got a full month truce with that. The first time she’d noticed he was keeping such embarrassing score with the calendar, she’d ripped it down from the wall and torn it up. He never ever broke the truce, so eventually she started checking his calendar to see when the truce was up. One day, near the end of a month long truce, presumed safe, she’d been in the habit of and had left her bedroom door unlocked and he’d barged in. So shocked by this event she didn’t even bother to cover frontal nudity from him for a whole second as he announced he’d switched calendars; the official-one was in his desk drawer and the counter-intelligence-one was on
his wall with a big X three days after the real event had taken place. She ‘accidentally’ tipped his soup into his lap at dinner. He considered that fair, considering the shrieks of indignity and the half hour of invectives she’d hurled his way from her bedroom thereafter.
Alana said, “I don’t want to wear clothes master. I want to show you my body.”
Ernie said, “Good, because I’m going to look at them.”
Ernie leaned forward and took hold of Alana’s breast for a moment, before releasing it and sitting back on the couch.
Ernie said, “I expect you two to keep yourselves fed, fit, and reasonably neat. For the next while assume you have to ask permission for everything, but I really don’t want to be bothered with the details. I don’t want to spend a lot of money on you so you’ll be eating primarily slave gruel and don’t expect any expensive cosmetics.
The girls had just finished their sandwiches. Apparently sandwiches were going to be an infrequent event. They certainly didn’t expect him to make them for them ever again.
Ernie said, “I want to say from the outset that as long as I’m enjoying you two living here that I don’t mind you having fun as well. You can smile, laugh, enjoy yourselves, and maybe even take up a hobby or something. I’m not just talking about sex – I mean everything. Within the realm of sex I know that Alana is bi-sexual, and part of the reason that I bought the two of you is that I watched your performances together and liked watching you do each other so I’ll want to see that again and again. On the subject of
female orgasms I don’t want to go to the trouble of saying ‘you may cum now’ each and every occurrence, but I do have some restrictions in mind. You may finger your clits only when my cock is in your mouth, vagina or rectum.”
Alana didn’t feel that was fair, since there were two slaves in the house, and only one cock, that meant they’d be getting half the orgasms that he did.
Ernie wanted to train them so that the sexual highlight of their lives had him around.
Ernie continued, “Or when I tell you to masturbate for me. That would include any girl-girl action that happens. You are only allowed to do girl-girl sex for the entertainment of men, and that includes orgasms, fake or otherwise. Obviously I don’t want you doing girl-girl when men are not watching.”
Kelly thought, ‘Obviously?’
Kelly felt this was a very odd conversation to be having with a man, and had little intention of speaking on the subject. But she listened attentively.
Ernie continued, “I’ll try to see to it that you get as many orgasms as you need. I thought we’d start off with once a day and see how that goes. Although you’ve had sex today I don’t think you’ve orgasmed, but I have a friend coming by tonight so you can do yourselves in front of him then.”
Kelly noticed that her mouth was open and dry. Worried that he might think she wanted to give a blowjob she closed it, but she licked her dry lips first to moisten them, then chastised herself thinking that he might have thought that she was licking her lips in sexual thrill of the anticipation of masturbating for his friend.
Ernie said, “I guess the next subject is your collars. The first thing you should know about them is that I don’t have a key. They are leased, and the company that makes them has the only keys. So they don’t come off. They’re made from titanium so they can’t be broken either. The LCD on the front shows collar charge, galvanic skin response reading, and my name and address and phone number, so if we get separated anyone can return you to me. Don’t get separated from me, I won’t like it. There’s a foam insert you wear at
night so you can sleep on them without the stubs driving too hard into your skin. It doesn’t cover the stubs but I understand it makes them more comfortable. You can wear the collars in the shower. You’ve already felt the shock of level 6. There are levels 1 through 9. If 6 dropped you to the floor I don’t doubt that 9 would kill you. 1 is still painful. Right now my watch is set to level 6 for both of you. I’ll play with the settings as we get to know each other better. The watch also has another setting, this one,”
Both girls’ hands came up six inches as they instinctively moved to stop him, before they stopped themselves as he simultaneously pushed the lower paddles on the wristwatch. There was a warm pleasant sensation around their
necks, a tingle, kind of pleasant really.
Ernie said, “that’s the come here signal. If you feel that, say while you’re doing the laundry or gardening, come and find me right away. The collars contain a cell phone, so if you need to reach me you can use it as an intercom and it will ring my phone. There’s a button on the front.”
Alana and Kelly looked at each other, and saw the button he was speaking of on the other girl’s collar.
Ernie continued, “You’re responsible for keeping the collars charged. There’s a pair of charging adaptors plugged in in the bedroom. It will probably take an hour or two a day of charging. If the charge in your collars ever gets too low or any other collar anomaly then the collars will phone my cell phone and report the problem. If I have to charge your collar for you I’ll charge it to capacity and empty its battery packs on painful shocks and then charge it again. Forget twice and I’ll dream up something worse. Don’t forget.”
Alana said, “No master.”
Kelly said, “No master.”
Ernie continued, “The company that makes them also phones randomly to make sure that all is well. That could be as little as 5 minutes after the previous call, to as much as 48 hours. The time of call is set randomly by a computer, which instructs their 24-hour center operators. If I don’t answer, they use the GPS in your collars to hunt you down. I know they kill you, but there was something else. This is probably obvious, but any slave who leaves the house without my permission will receive a dozen lashes for each hour she’s gone. Anyway, I’m a pretty sound sleeper so if they call at night wake me up. I paid good money for you and I don’t want you killed just because I was taking a nap.
Both girls nodded in agreement. Ernie didn’t notice they weren’t bouncing their breasts up and down.
Ernie said, “The whip and the prod and other punishments are undoubtedly powerful motivators, but putting myself in your shoes I don’t see how you could do anything but become morose if that were the only feedback you receive for service. You know the old, ‘the whippings will continue until morale improves.’ I want your service to be enthusiastic. Unlike a brothel it is not my intent to snuff you after your breasts sag. I’ve decided to let you buy back your freedom through service.”
The two girls shifted on their asses a bit, and leaned forward a bit, obviously interested.
Ernie continued, “Minimum wage for freemen is $5.15 per hour, and the going rate for slaves is one tenth that, or fifty one cents per hour. So I propose to pay you at that rate, for each hour that you are in my presence, or elsewhere obeying a direct command of mine, up to a maximum of sixteen hours per day. That’s the maximum rate of pay, not the maximum hours in my presence. In addition, each time I cum inside you, I will pay you ten cents, with a maximum of ten cents in an hour if I cum multiple times. Assuming ten cents per day, every day, for 17 years, at a 5% per year annual interest rate on your savings, that’s just over $1000 for blowjobs alone. If you fail to swallow however then my cum wouldn’t be inside you so you don’t get paid.”
Kelly did some quick math in her head, 17 years times 365 days is over 6200 blow jobs. That seemed like quite a large number to her.
Ernie continued, “In addition to that, any sales or savings or profits that you provide at my office will be credited to you at a 30% rate. This is only for things that you actively cause, that I didn’t. I bought you, so any customers brought in by your akedness-as-advertising will not count for example. Also, there will be monthly bonuses for being pleasing beyond the call of duty. Obviously any month you get whipped you will be ineligible, even though it’s possible that you had been exceptionally pleasing throughout the month and then dropped and broke a cup resulting in your being whipped. Today’s whipping, being introductory and not consequent of your behavior, will be forgiven. The amount of the bonus will be dependant upon the value of service provided on even numbered months thus both of you may receive different amounts. On odd numbered months it will be for $100, and either one or neither of you will receive that, never both of you. I’m hoping this will inspire some competition to improve your skills. In December and June, the amount will again be a fixed $100, but it will come from the other girl’s account. At any time, the holder of the higher account amount will also be ‘high girl’ in this house, and may give orders to the low girl. High girl will have the right to punish low girl, but not the other way around. High girl will also frequently be allowed to sleep in my bed with me, whereas low girl will usually sleep on the floor or on the rug in the corner.”
The girls looked at each other, considering the phrase ‘punish low girl’, realizing it was not only the slave owner that the slaves had to fear. The slaves themselves could be called upon to commit acts of violence upon each other. Violence, or the threat of violence, was everywhere.
Ernie continued, “At the moment you are both at zero, so there is no ‘high girl’. Your sale price will be ten thousand dollars. This figure must be made up solely by your service to me, and may not be donated by a third party. Deducted from your pay will be whatever costs for food, clothing, water, electricity, and shelter. Perhaps telephone, we’ll see. I imagine you’ll be keeping the house warmer than I’m used to. I’m an accountant. I know exactly month to month how much it takes to run this house, and anything above that you two will be billed equally for. These will be deducted at the full rate including taxes. The money will be kept in an account with a fixed monthly interest rate of prime minus 1. Providing you don’t eat too much by my estimate you should have earned your freedom within 17 years. I’ve set up a secure accounting file that we’ll update every day. This is virtual money we’re talking about. All actual cash being spent is
mine.”
Kelly had discovered that the boundary between slavery and freedom was permeable, and wanted nothing more than to cross the boundary and would strive in every way to do so, always acquiescent to her masters’ demands, as sex slave, domestic servant, and office slave. The most interesting and lucrative investment of her time was at the office. She had no idea what sorts of things she could do to make it more profitable, but her vital contributions to those profits would be something she would work diligently toward, as well as any work at home to avoid being whipped and canceling her monthly bonus, as she definitely aspired to achieving manumission. Work at
home she knew would include any sexual entertainments for her master, in addition to cooking, and dusting, cleaning, washing the house. Any human interaction between owner and owned led to favorable results for the slave. It was much better that he knew and liked her, and was close, than to be nameless.
Ernie said, “I want you to do your hair the same way so that you look more alike. And you’ll need to order some boots for winter from the Internet. You pick them; I’ll approve or veto them, and pay for them. I want to watch you sit otherwise naked on the floor and pull your boots off when we get places. You’ll also need some sort of coat for outside. Something I can take off you while your hands are cuffed behind your backs, but is warm enough. If I need to punish you I don’t want to have to undo your cuffs to get you naked for
my whip. And I’ll want to be able to open the front easily to show people your breasts and slit. That’s all you’ll be wearing, the coat and the boots. The same coat and the same boots for both of you. I want you to match. Find something cheap, it’s coming out of your account. If it looks awful I’ll probably veto it.”
Ernie said, “I’m going out for a bit. There’s the computer. You two get to work.”
Kelly was shocked. She never anticipated that the first command she’d receive upon exiting the bathroom would be to go shopping for clothes. Or that he’d leave them alone within a few hours of purchase.
The girls conferred around the computer’s Internet browser.
Kelly said, “We should buy both the boots and the coat at the same place, to save on shipping.”
Alana said, “We could make a coat. In the long run that’ll probably be cheaper, assuming he lets us wear anything else.”
Kelly said, “We’d have to buy a sewing machine. They’re like a thousand dollars aren’t they?”
Alana said, “That’s not so much.”
Kelly used the computer’s calculator and after a moment said, “At ten cents a blow job, that’s 10000 blow jobs or 27 years.”
Alana said, “We’ll make other money too.”
Kelly said, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Alana said, “All right, penny pinching first. Maybe we could save on shipping if we offered to fuck the guy who delivers it.”
Kelly gulped, knowing with bitter regret that that was probably a good idea.
Kelly said, “Yes, but only if it’s legal. If Ernie gets arrested for soliciting that would be bad for us.”
Alana said, “We’ll probably have to ask Ernie’s permission anyway.”
Kelly said, “I suppose it’s up to Ernie anyway. I mean the shipping guy could be paid to ship, come here, and fuck us for free if he wants. Our sex is not something we can really deal with anymore, so it’s not ours to offer or trade. But our owner can.”
Ernie reappeared. He hadn’t left yet. In his hands were two 20’ long chains. He padlocked them together to a heavy eye ring in the corner of the living room, and padlocked the other ends to their collars. He patted each girl on the head, then smiled and bent down and sucked Kelly’s nipple while she looked at Alana who shrugged. Then they heard him leave the house, and start the pickup and drive away.
Alana said, “So what sort of coat do you think we should get?”
Kelly said, “I don’t think it can be a coat. Anything with sleeves won’t come off while we’re handcuffed.”
Alana said, “He could pull it down and it could hang behind us. Sort of inside out.”
Kelly said, “It would bunch up and cover our behinds. With our arms cuffed, they’d cover our backs. If he lifts the wrists the coat would cover our entire backs. Which means his only targets would be our fronts.”
Alana said, “Right. Coats are out. Blanket?”
Kelly said, “I was thinking a poncho.”
Alana said, “How do you put that on with your hands cuffed behind your
back.”
Kelly said, “I don’t know. It’s never really come up. How about a cloak? One with a nice big hood? That would look nice, very fashionable.”
Alana said, “With a tie string in the neck front. Don’t they open below that? Wouldn’t that be breezy at the pussy?”
Kelly said, “Yea, but we’d look great. Regal.”
Alana said, “Royal slaves. Ha! Well he did say he wanted to be able to open them to show our fronts to people. Let’s look up both and see what we can find. Any thoughts on the boots?”
Kelly said, “The shorter the poncho, the longer the boots. He’s talking about us sitting down to take them off, so our hands wouldn’t be cuffed, so they can be any length. Maybe some thigh high pink boots.”
Alana said, “Oh sexy.”
They started surfing. They quickly discovered that most ponchos are knitted out of wool, which on bare skin itches, and lets the wind through.
Alana said, “Oh, this is nice.” She’d found a cashmere cape, trimmed with brown fox fur.
Kelly said, “It’s $795. Forget it.”
Alana said, “It’s on sale. Regular $1999.”
Kelly said, “So what.”
Alana said, “All right all right. How about this.” It was blue suede leather with fringes and North American Indian designs. Price $129.
Kelly said, “It’s cheap enough, and probably warm, at least relative to going naked. Bookmark that one.”
Kelly said, “That’s beautiful!” It was an off white alpaca wool with brown and black stripes.
Alana said, “It’s also one of a kind. He wants us to match.”
Kelly said, “That’s a shame.”
Alana said, “This looks nice.”
Kelly said, “What’s that called?”
Alana said, “The Victorian Wool Cloak. $340. Optional hood.”
Kelly said, “Lots of colours too. If the boots only come in one colour then the choice of colours could be handy. Bookmark that one.”
The web surfing went on for about an hour.
Alana said, “Did you feel that?”
Kelly said, “What?”
Alana said, “My collar made that come-here tingle. He must be coming home soon. Come Kelly! We must obey him immediately!”
Kelly said, “Go where? We can’t go outside like this; we’re stark naked! Besides, we’re chained to the floor.”
Alana said, “I don’t suppose he left a key around here someplace.”
Kelly said, “He put it in his pocket. I can’t believe you let a man chain you naked to his floor, and you didn’t watch where he put the key!”
Alana said, “You don’t suppose these are fake locks do you?”
Alana tried pulling on the lock at her neck. It didn’t come undone. She went over to the eyebolt in the floor and gave her chain a yank, but it was solid too.
Kelly said, “Well, what are we going to do?”
Alana said, “I’m going to get as close to the front door as my chain will allow, and kneel there.”
Kelly said, “All right.” The two girls did just that.
Kelly asked, “Are you sure you felt something?” Not quite believing that Ernie’s arrival was going to happen any time soon.
As if in answer, the front door opened. Ernie said, “Hello girls, I’m home.”
Alana said, “Hello master, we’re in here!” As if they’d be anyplace else.
Ernie walks up to them, kneels in front of Kelly and kisses her on the lips. Then does the same with Alana. While he takes something out of the shopping bag, Alana winks at Kelly, a silent message saying ‘you were right, perhaps we do get kissed.’
Ernie says, “You two look spectacular. I’m really enjoying coming home and seeing you waiting for me. You’re behavior thus far today has been exemplary. I’m very happy I bought you. I bought you something.” He seemed pleased with himself.
He held up a double-headed dildo.
Ernie said, “I’ll just put it in the dishwasher, and you two can try it out tonight.” And off he went.
Moments later he was back, inspected their book marked shopping choices, approved, pulled out his credit card and ordered them online.
He unfastened them from their chains, and led them down into the basement. Kelly had visions of a dungeon, but as he opened the door and turned on the light, it would have to be a very brightly lit dungeon with traditional drywall walls. Turned out it was an exercise room with a pair of treadmills. The girls stand quietly and let him push them around as he wants them.
From his back pocket out came a pair of handcuffs, with which he cuffed their hands behind their backs. He stood each girl on her own motorized treadmill. He tied a string from the pullout emergency stop to the D ring on their collars. Then he opened a box he had on the floor. Inside were four nipple clamps, with a three-inch string, to a brass bell. He attached them to their four nipples. Each is a different tone, so together they play a chord. It’s a fairly pleasant sound. With the nipple clamps being very small, the strings let the bells descend below the bottom line of their breasts, so their skin wouldn’t damp the ringing of the bells. It also made the little bells bounce more, yanking on their nipples.
Ernie says, “I need you two to be equally strong when you start pulling the pony cart. Kelly is a marathon runner so I want to keep her in shape, and get you Alana up to her endurance. I’ll start you off at a four mile per hour walk.” He turned on both machines and both girls started walking, their bells jingling with each step.
Ernie started to walk out of the room; “I’ll be listening to the bells from upstairs. I’ll be back in an hour. Next week your tails arrive! Real
horsehair on an anal dildo specially made for pony girls. You’ll look great.”
And then he was gone.
Upstairs, he answers the phone.
It was Lilly from Spellbook. She asked if Ernie could call Ralph Tucci of Eastlake University. So he does.
Ralph answers the phone, “Hello, Ralph Tucci, Eastlake University provost office.”
Ernie says, “Hello, Lilly from Spellbook Slaves asked me to give you a call. I’m Ernie Watts.”
Ralph says, “Oh good. You’re Kelly Westenhiser’s new owner?”
Ernie says, “I am.”
Ralph says, “I’m wondering if we could borrow her for a few hours tomorrow afternoon. You may know that she was involved in a bit of a scandal here at the university and we’re trying to nip this sort of thing in the bud. Crush it out of existence really. We need all four TAs for a public whipping session as additional deterrence for the existing students. Could Kelly attend?”
Ernie said, “She was whipped today already.”
Ralph says, “Oh that’s fine. Actually that’s better. Shows what the life of a slave is like.”
Ernie says, “I don’t know if I have time.”
Ralph says, “We’d only need her for four hours on Sunday after church. We’ll pick her up and return her four hours later.”
Ernie says, “I wouldn’t want her damaged. I’ve only just got her you understand. How much were you thinking?”
Ralph says, “Well I suppose we could arrange a light whipping. We wre also planning on a cattle prod on her pussy. If that leaves a mark you could just let her hair grow in down there and you’d never notice. We’re not all that experienced in whippings here, but Alan, our professor of history mentioned that the Romans used to have a law that set the maximum number of strokes per day to 39 whip strokes, and the staff here feel the Romans had a lot more experience than just the past 5 years of WSA2000, so that’s what they’re going to do - 39 strokes. We’ll want to display her for two hours before and half an hour afterwards to let the students inspect them as slaves, and then check out the damage. All four should combine to a good deterrence effect we think.”
Ernie says, “I meant how much will you pay me to rent her?”
Ralph says, “Oh. Couldn’t we just borrow her for the afternoon? Can I appeal to your civic duty?”
Ernie says, “Ah no. Sorry.”
Ralph says, “Well, we’re on a pretty tight budget here.”
Ernie says, “How about $100?”
Ralph says, “I’ve only got $60 in petty cash, and I need $20 of that for muffins and coffee.”
Ernie says, “$40. And you’ll pick her up and bring her back?”
Ralph says, “Yes.”
Ernie says, “Then you have a deal. Tomorrow at noon?”
Ralph says, “That would be perfect.”
So they discuss addresses and contact phone numbers and so on.
The hour up, he goes downstairs and finds both girls in a bit of a sweat, still walking on the treadmills, which he turns off. When they get off the treadmills, he removes their bells and handcuffs, tells them to shower, and then come and find him and beg him to fondle their breasts.
A half hour later they find him just finishing up paying his bills on the internet, and he goes to the couch and sits. The girls, as demurely as naked girls can, ask him if he would like to fondle their breasts. He has each of them straddle his knees facing him and put her hands behind her head. His left hand fondles Alana’s breasts on his left, and his right hand fondles Kelly’s breasts on his right.
Ernie asks, “How do you feel?” Meaning were they enjoying being touched gently by him.
Alana asks, “A little thirsty master.”
Ernie says, “Of course, all that running. Into the kitchen with the two of you.”
The girls get up, and he points the way and the girls walk ahead of him to the kitchen. Once there they open the fridge and find two containers of bottled water. Kelly drinks hers right from the bottle, but Alana pours hers into a glass and drinks it from there, then rinses the glass and puts it in the dishwasher.
Ernie says, “You two look great. Let’s go back to the bedroom.”
Minutes later, both girls are on hands and knees. He is kneeling behind Kelly, fucking her, his right hand fingering Alana’s pussy. Alana cums first. Both girls face’s a couple of inches apart, looking at each other, occasionally feeling each other’s faces and breasts, and kissing. They never look at him.
When it’s over they stay on the bed and watch him dress.
Kelly asks, “May I go to the bathroom?”
Ernie waves his hand yes, and off she goes.
Alana asks, “Got anything to eat?” then adds, “Master?”
He takes her by the hand and helps her out of bed, and with a slap on the ass he ushers her into the hallway and they go down to the kitchen.
Alana opens the fridge. “Got any fruit?” she asks popping her head over the fridge door, her ass pointed provocatively towards him.
Ernie says, “You know what I want? Now that I’ve got a woman in the house I want to smell fresh baked cookies. Bake me some cookies!”
Alana said, “I don’t know how to cook. I’ll learn if you give me time.”
Ernie “There’s a cookbook!” He points to a few books at the end of the countertop. Alana sees them, and looks back at Ernie.
Alana asked, “Do you have the stuff to make cookies?”
Ernie said, “Find out! I want fresh bread tomorrow.”
