Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 61

I was surprised to see a car I didn't recognize pulling into the drive the next afternoon. Harper got out to greet me. "Hey Uncle Bas. Howya doing?" I asked her where her brother was. "He's staying in Baton Rouge this weekend. We have an exam on Monday and both of us have to do well on it." I told her I'd expect her to do well on every examination. "Well yeah, but this one is particularly important and the pressure is on. It is Economics 101. If we have a 'A' in the class, we can skip the final. J has an A minus. I am a couple points behind, right on the line. If I get an A on this upcoming exam, that will seal it. We'll have one less final to study for in a couple of weeks."

"I remember professors doing that when I was in college, too. So why aren't you home cramming with J?" I asked.

"Mom," she answered, half sourly. I was confused. "She told me they have another garden party scheduled for this weekend. She called me to ask if we were going to stay in Baton Rouge or come home for the weekend. She told me that she and Lenore were considering adding Heather to the group of girls they take if we aren't gonna be here. I told her in no uncertain terms Heather is ours to use. Heather told us in detail what happens at those Krewe functions and we, well, I don't want a bunch of old dykes messing with our girl. Mom disagrees and says if we aren't with Heather she is available for them to use. She added that it's not something Heather hasn't done many times before and while she might not like it, she hasn't broken or been worn out yet."

I asked what Justin thought. "He said 'Mom is gonna do what she is gonna do. She takes Barb along and lately, Ellie as well and they don't seem to mind. I imagine she'll treat Heather the same way.' He doesn't care if women mess with her as long as no men do. We also had a talk about Mom sending her seven new slaves to that bar. He doesn't like the idea of Brook going just because she is Dad's wife or rather ex-wife, but he seems to think it's perfectly fine to send the other six."

"I don't think it right to share the girls with strangers especially strange men. We talked about how you don't share your girls with other guys, not even Richard and how he'd never think to ask Richard to use Geri or Marianne, nor would he let Richard use Heather. I reminded him three of those slave girls have ex-husbands and they went back to live with them. He told me it's a guy thing but he didn't know those guys so he doesn't care. It's Mom's choice what she does with her slave girls. He doesn't want to get involved. He's no help at all." Harper shrugged and looked at me. "I don't want Heather used by other women either."

I didn't want to argue or point out I let Lenore do what she wants with our girls as long as no men are involved. I trusted Lenore to make sure our girls were not unduly abused. I helped Harper carry her bags inside. In addition to her normal overnight duffel, she had a second bag full of notebooks, texts, and her laptop.

Beth's slaves began to be delivered by their husbands. Each man simply pulled into the driveway to let the woman out. Larry Orville was the only man to even wave as Ariel and Sheila climbed out of his car. Each slave wore the skimpy slave girl outfit of sports bra and tiny boyshorts and carried only a toothbrush in a plastic cover.

The women had not had the opportunity to talk for several days and sat on one side of the living room to compare notes in low tones. None of them seemed happy to be there, which I found understandable. They'd all attended many garden parties but from the standpoint of free women. They were not looking forward to being in the subordinate position and subject to sexual servitude of their former peers.

Margie arrived with her mother Liz Broussard, both dressed in slave girl outfits. Harper stared at Margie. "That woman is not a slave. Why is she dressed like the others?" she asked me.

"She challenged Lenore and lost. They reached an agreement she will be Lenore's submissive for a period of time. You can discuss it with Lenore when you get the chance for the details. I'm sure she'll tell you about her history with Margie," I said. I realized that this was Harper's first time seeing all the assembled slaves together. Lenore's other slaves walked in the door together. I knew they carpooled.

"Seeing all these slave girls gathered confirms why my suspicion why Mom threatened to take Heather," Harper said. "She doesn't need another slave to make her statement. It's a power play on her part. It's not only to get me to come over more often, she wants to teach me a lesson. She's in charge and if I'm not here to use Heather, she will."

Beth more or less confirmed that when she arrived accompanied by Ellie and Barb. The two slaves paused to give Harper a hug before running to the room they shared with Lori and Kat to change clothes. "Ahh, I see you came over after all. I think Heather was getting a little bored and feeling neglected." Beth gave her daughter a hug. "I need to change clothes. Want to come with me while I do?"

I could see Harper blush at the idea but followed Beth to our bedroom. I looked around the room. Almost a dozen collared women sat talking quietly. Many had been in a dominant position within the Krewe a short time ago. This weekend they would be play toys for their former peers. Aimee and Libby, sat apart from the others, obviously wanting to have nothing to do with their former owners.

Beth emerged from the back, now wearing a brief toga and carrying a small duffel bag as she talked to Harper, "Paige expects me to put in an appearance so I'll go tonight and come home tomorrow afternoon, hopefully early. If Lenore decides to stay, I'll leave my girls with her. Otherwise, I'll let them go home."

"So, if this Ms. Paige tells you to do something, you do it?" Harper asked with a scowl. "I thought she is Lenore's mother and your occasional business partner."

"It's complicated," Beth said, blushing crimson. "But if Paige wants me to do something, I do it." Harper asked her if Paige was her 'dominant'. "No, this is political. But Lenore and I both go along with what Paige wants. I'll explain later." I could tell she was getting flustered with her daughter's attitude but trying to regroup. "I told you what I want you to do. If you are too busy this weekend, you can do it later. Plus Paige wants to have a talk with you. She can explain a lot of things."

"Like I told you, Mom. I have a lot of studying to do this weekend," Harper said tersely. "Even if I didn't, I have no intention to go to some garden party and watch you have sex with your slave girls or anyone else. Nor am I going to let you watch me get it on with anybody. You having an extra toga 'just in case' pisses me off. Have you no sense of propriety? No shame?" I saw Beth's scowl and wondered if she was going to bristle at her daughter's attitude. "I'll talk with Paige some other time, but NOT at a party with a bunch of lesbians screwing one another."

"And I'll try to do that task you want as long as it takes little time. I have to get some serious studying done." Harper was not happy with her mother. "I told you how important this exam Monday is for me. I'd be studying with J if you hadn't blackmailed me with Heather."

Beth frowned before she said tersely, "You say a 'bunch of lesbians' like that is a bad thing. Need I remind you of your sexual play last week with a three of Bas's girls? And Heather technically belongs to Lenore and is merely on loan to you and J. Lenore can use her slave as she sees fit."

Lenore came out of the back room dressed in a toga and carrying her own bag. She told me her plans the night before. We discussed the garden parties and her slaves. "I plan to come home as soon as I can Saturday. Mom wants us there to make an appearance. I'm still punishing Liz, Martha and Julie for screwing with me so they will attend and get used. I think one overnight and a little activity in the morning before we come home will get the point across for the time being.

I'm only taking Margie to help me transport the girls. I've eased up on her quite a bit. I have her stop by the office at least twice a week to touch base, but despite it being an order, it is more just a social meeting. Her husband managed to get his transfer approved, so once her family relocates, her life will smooth out. Of course, I've screwed with her, telling her she might get to grow pubes about the same time her daughters do. They aren't even in school yet."

I asked about what Paige was doing with Allie, Candi, and Lana. "They attend every garden party with Mom and she encourages them to be used by as many as possible. That is not a problem as they are quite popular. The three finally found employment. Lana and Allie are clerks processing invoices for a manufacturing company. Candi is a secretary at the same place so they commute together. They've been told their services as blowjob queens will continue but as long as they demonstrate a good attitude at home, she will let them off with only two Tuesdays a month. That is the slowest day of the week at the bar. If any one of them messes up, all three will work at the bar every Tuesday and Thursday for the following month." Lenore shook head. "Melissa loves putting the girls to work. As pretty as they are, they are quite popular there as well. I understand Melissa has started using the blowjob punishment with her own girls. If they don't hustle, they not only get their pay docked and their bottoms paddled, but they spend sessions during happy hour on their knees."

Melissa had explained the night before when I stopped by for a beer on my way home from hunting that a third of her waitstaff were her own slaves. They were expected to keep up with or exceed the free girls in the number of drinks they serve.

"It works out to be one hell of an incentive both ways," Melissa explained. "Everything is computerized when it goes through the cash register. I add up the drinks the free girls serve and get an average for the week. Any slave girl who falls below ten percent of that has to serve the free girls during breaks or when getting off work for the following week. Plus, she has to give blowjobs during happy hour twice during the week. There is no love lost and both groups are hustling their asses off."

She laughed. "For the past three weeks at least one slave girl has come up short. I'll bet not one of the free girls has gone home without having an orgasm or two at a slave's expense either. It's a better incentive than the tips. Do you have any girls who need a job?"

I told her no and even though I might want to find work for my students during school breaks to keep them busy, I would never let them be used by other men. Melissa patted me on the hand and said we might work out a deal to avoid that part. She'd heard my coeds were cute and knew they'd attract business. She told me to enjoy my beer and walked away humming.

The women finally left for their evening of fun and games. Tony and Bobby joined us for dinner as usual while their mother attended the krewe garden party with Lenore and Beth. They'd be going to the Hacienda with us to butcher hogs like every weekend. Sheila joined us for supper as did Laura Townsend.

"We're starting the push toward finals, Uncle Bas," Richard explained. "Harp told us about how some of her classes go. In college her grade rides on only three or four exams. In her economics class, she has one more exam and if she does well, she's excused from even taking the final. We have at least two more tests in every subject. The four of us all share five different courses. Sheila and Laura share a class on slave studies that Marianne and I don't have. We are gonna study a few hours tonight and then Laura and Sheila are coming back tomorrow morning for a marathon study session. We can't go to the Hacienda. I talked to Derek already and he is cool with it."

Marianne snickered, "Actually, what Derek said was he was gonna swat some butt if ANYBODY got a low grade. I tried to get him to say the lowest two scores but he defined low as being a mid-B. Everybody agreed to that as fair."

I was laughing. Tony and Bobby were beside themselves. "Bare butt?" Bobby asked. "I'd love to watch." He sobered quickly when I said we could include him and his brother in the challenge.

Sonya announced, "Challenges aside, many of you have finals coming up. Grades are important. Of course certain household tasks still have to be done. We need to eat and that means dishes need to be cleaned. We also need laundry done. But we will reduce it to a bare minimum. Make sure the Boss and Lenore have clean linens and clothes to wear and the rest of your tasks will be on hold until after finals."

"But I better not see a grade below a B. Anybody who gets a low grade will have a bare-butt date with my paddle. That includes every girl here OR boy!" She looked directly at Bobby and Tony who turned white before they blushed. "Understood?" I heard a murmur of 'yes, ma'ams' around the table. Sonya looked at me and winked.

As we ate dessert, I said to the boys, "You two will have to sleep on the sofa tonight. Harper is staying in the room you two normally occupy. She is studying for a big exam. Of course, you might try to convince her to let you sleep in the other bed in the room." I heard chuckles as a few voices told them that was unlikely.

The boys grinned and Tony said, "Unlikely means there's still a chance. Hey, Harp, we'll be really quiet so you can study Heather, uhh I mean study all night." The whole table erupted in laughter. Harper shook her head and told the boys they were out of luck.

After supper Tony and Bobby disappeared to play a video game. As soon as they were out of hearing, Harper leaned over to ask Sheila what had happened with the guy she'd talked about the previous week.

"The guy I like, Dave, got a two year enslavement. His stepfather got ten. Dave's mother is so upset, she's pretty much locked him away. He sleeps in their basement, an old root cellar. He comes out only to shower and go to work at their candy company. He's not even allowed to eat with the rest of them. Mom told me she hasn't even seen the guy," Sheila reported. "I can visit when Ms Angelle lets Dave rejoin the family. Do you guys know what slave camp is? Mom laughed as she told me that Bob, that's the husband, was going to spend a few days there to get taught a lesson."

Robin and Joanne looked at each other before replying. "Let's just say it is a parish-run event to orient slaves into their new lives of slavery. I can tell you it is harsh. I can only imagine what the men go through. It was terrible for us," Robin said.

"We heard Dave Angelle got in trouble and enslaved," Kat said. I asked if she knew him.

"Yeah, we had him in a few of the classes we helped teach last year," Lori answered. "He graduated last semester. He's a pretty decent programmer and a nice enough guy, at least to us. We heard he had an attitude about slave girls. We've heard stories about him and a few of his friends sharing his roommate's family's slaves. Apparently, use of the girls was a reward for good grades. Rumor has it the guys were pretty rough with the girls. Spit-roasting a girl, lots of spanking to spur the girls on, anal sex and that type of thing. But Dave knew better than to even tease us."

Sheila shrugged. "Well, he won't be doing anything like that in the near future."

All the slaves apart from Marianne would join me in the morning to butcher hogs at the Hacienda. I walked around the house late that night doing my final inspection. Harper emerged from the bedroom she shared with Heather to get a drink of water. I asked her how her studies were going.

"I'm about halfway through my notes. I miss having my brother to bounce questions off. We study well together. Uncle Bas, am I wrong to feel jealous about Mom taking Heather to that gathering? Everybody seems to feel slaves are nothing more than a commodity to use. Even the slaves seem to think that way. They may not like to be used certain ways but they feel it is up to their owner and just part of being a slave."

"I had no contact with any slave apart from Ellie and Barb. I mean growing up, I didn't even consider them slaves even though they wore collars. They were just them, ya know? They helped J and me and told us what to do. It was like having extra parents. They made sure we got to school on time and had clean clothes to wear. They'd even chew our butts when our rooms weren't clean or we forgot to do something. It was not until much later that we even really realized they were slaves. They were just a part of the family. I still can't see them as any different."

I had to agree. Growing up, we didn't have a single slave. I'd heard about them but the word was meaningless as it did not mesh with my own lifestyle, my reality.

"So how do you feel about Heather?" I asked. "She is a slave who has experienced the harsh reality of being used as one. I know she has told you and J about it. You are older now, on your own essentially, although you still have strong connections with both your parents. Now you are no longer underage, we can talk openly about the sexual aspects. I know you learned the theoretical and historical aspect of slavery in school."

"J and I wanted a slave to help around the apartment. We also thought having one for sex would be a bonus. I mean that is really the big reason most people get a slave, right?" When I did not answer, Harper continued. "We both researched the idea. We thought a slave roommate would be super. Get a girl to help clean and cook. Let her take classes so she has things to do and not be bored. Maybe even get two girls. Well, really, we'd need two girls. One for each of us to trade back and forth. I know you take Mom and Lenore to bed at the same time and I think that is cool. I just can't imagine J and I sharing a girl like that. Living as close as we do, I've seen my brother naked and he has seen me but playing with the same girl at the same time is not... uhh just NOT gonna happen. Using the same girl after the other just did would bother us, too. Having a single girl is impractical."

I asked her what she felt about slavery in general. "That is a hard one. It has become part of the fabric of our society. I am taking a class on it now. It is a sociology elective. Next semester there is one on slave psychology as a different humanities elective. Part of the class not only goes over the history but how it affects society. The theoretical is different from real life when you know a bunch of slaves and interact with them personally. And like on my birthday when those girls took me to their room. I had a great time. It wasn't me using them. They used me just as much. It was, well damn, the best I describe it is as a lesbian fuckfest with me in the middle. And that is something that from what I understand would have been taboo before slavery began. Sex is out in the open. Well, sex involving a slave anyway."

"I can have sex with every girl you have around here and it would just be considered me playing with a toy. Just a bit different than me masturbating. See? I can even say this to you and it is okay. Sex is more open nowadays than ever before. Anyway, back to what I was saying, I can mess with all the girls and if you had a male slave, I could even use him. Nobody looks twice or considers it a problem. A slave is a non-entity."

"But if I let Richard screw me, it is totally different. Well, it wouldn't be 'letting'. It would be an active, totally consensual thing from both of us. But we'd be looked at different. We'd feel different about it. It would almost be more than just sex, it would be a relationship. Sex between two free people is different than a free person and a slave. Same act, but everybody considers it different."

I thought she was finished but she wasn't. "You know that leads into what Mom did. She played a slave role to lots of women. If she'd been a real slave, it would have been okay, because what she did or was done to her would not be her choice. But she was free and voluntarily gave up her right to refuse. She gave herself away. I have a little problem with that. It sort of makes her a slut. Don't get me wrong. What she does is her business. Whichever role in a relationship she takes is her business. She did not bat an eye when I said I thought I was lesbian. Sex of the partner did not matter. Even her giving up her power to another is cool. I mean, I've been reading about dominant/submissive play lately."

"Mom is submissive to you like every other girl here, isn't she?? She is even submissive to Lenore and I can tell Lenore is submissive to you which puts Mom on the bottom. Again, I think that is cool. I want her happy. She needs to be in a relationship where she feels comfortable." Harper giggled. "I mean, I think she is comfortable now. I can't imagine how the person on the bottom of the kind of interactions she had before could be at all comfortable physically or mentally after being used the way she was. And she allowed herself to be used by so many others. Her submitting to Serena and accepting the kind of treatment she endured just floors me. I heard what she endured described in detail. The blow to her ego had to be massive."

"I think Mom is right where she needs to be, now. She's still very submissive but she is protected. I know she and Ellie and Barb have pretty much moved in here. I am cool with it and J is too."

"Can I ask you another question?" she asked. I didn't think she was asking that many questions. She seemed to be talking out her thoughts using me as a sounding board. I nodded.

"It's about Mom having her slaves go to that bar and, uhhh doing oral on the male patrons," she offered meekly. "Would that bother you?" I told her that depended on the situation. If I was going to keep a girl and use her myself, I'd never allow it, but that was because of my own inhibition. The idea of sharing a woman with other men bothered me.

"Mom wants me to contact Janice's, Lydia's, and Rene's ex-husbands and ask how they feel about their wives being used by other men. Two of the women were married when enslaved but Mom rented one to live with a man she divorced. I'm gonna be a little embarrassed asking Dad about Brook. Mom may let Brook and the three off out of consideration for me but she doesn't really care about the men's feelings." Harper shook her head, ruefully. "Serena and the two lawyers are just 'shit out of luck' according to Mom. She says as far as she is concerned they can grow callouses on their knees from all the time they are going to spend on them."

I could see Harper was trying to justify her conflicting ethics. I suggested she have a long talk with Paige, Lenore and her mother. "Yeah, I think so, too. But not this weekend. I'll give those men a call tomorrow. Thanks, Uncle Bas for listening to me ramble."

When I got home from the Hacienda the next afternoon, I was surprised to find Heather kneeling naked in one corner of the living room. "Why are you kneeling there naked?" I asked.

"I'm naked because I'm being punished. And I'm kneeling because my butt burns too bad to sit. I was told to stay in this corner until Harper tells me otherwise," Heather said. As I stepped to one side I could see her bottom and thighs were bright red. She'd obviously been paddled.

The girls following me inside glanced at Heather but didn't say a word to the girl. They knew they'd hear the story at some point but took the girl's nudity and punishment in stride. Another day in the life of a slave.

I walked into the kitchen to find Richard, Marianne, Sheila and Laura sitting at the table with books and notes scattered out. "Where is Harper?" I asked. Richard told me she was in her bedroom, studying. Sheila went to get her.

Richard grinned. " I guess you saw Heather when you came in. Harper has learned she doesn't have to take any crap off a slave," Richard said. "Heather lost the argument." Marianne blushed and nodded. I asked how long Heather has been in the corner. He looked at his watch before answering. "Almost three hours now. I'm guessing she is REALLY bored by this point." The three chuckled at the statement.

"Late morning, before we even ate lunch, we heard loud screams, crying and the distinct sound of a hand smacking a butt," Laura said. "We went to see what was going on. Heather was buck naked over Harper's lap getting her butt blistered. Harper can really swing. She was more than a little pissed off. We watched until Harper finished. She only quit because her hand was hurting too badly to continue. She asked Marianne if she had a hairbrush or something she could use. Richard asked her what the girl did to piss her off."

Richard took over. "Apparently, Heather was bored and upset Harper was studying and ignoring her. She complained she could have gone to butcher hogs with the rest of you and had a little fun instead of staying home. Harper told her if she hadn't kept her home, she'd have gone with Beth and Lenore. Heather retorted that would be less boring than sitting on her ass and ignored too. Before she could walk that back, Harper had her naked and over her lap. Harper told her the only reason she gave up studying with Justin and came over was to keep Heather from getting her ass reamed and licking dozens of women at that party. Heather was bawling and yelling she didn't mean what she'd said and really didn't want go to a garden party."

"Harp's hairbrush is a round one and Marianne told Harp she didn't have one here but we did have a paddle. Anyway, I showed Harp how to swing the paddle and Heather got her butt scalded again with a half dozen strokes. Later, Harper and Heather came out to see what we all wanted to eat. Heather was going to fix lunch for everybody. Marianne commented that Harper was pretty nice to let Heather get dressed. Harp was confused and asked what she meant."

Marianne shrugged and grinned, "Hey, I was just curious. I thought Harper was being pretty nice to her compared to how angry she was a short time earlier. Heather got angry and told me to mind my own business. Turns out Heather did not want to tell Harper about the house rule about staying naked if you deserve a paddling. Harper wasn't being that nice after all. Harper broke out the paddle again, and Heather got another eight strokes. After we ate, Heather was told to stay in the corner and be quiet until the rest of you came home."

Harper arrived at that point in the conversation. "Yeah, Richard told me about the house rules. Heather admitted she wanted to avoid staying naked and locked in a chastity belt. She thought everybody would just assume I decided to let her slide. She has another think coming. I'm not in the mood to put up with her trying to manipulate me. She's learned. She sat and cried until I told her if she kept disturbing our studying, she'd get another session with the paddle."

The other girls gathered to listen and watched as Sonya got a chastity belt out of the cabinet and showed Harper how to fit it on the girl. Laura had seen one in use and of course, Marianne wore one for months but neither Sheila nor Harper had ever personally examined one so they took advantage of the opportunity.

"Wow, I can barely work anything but the tip of my finger under the edge from any angle," Sheila said as she prodded the bent over girl's taint. She turned to Marianne, "Did you really wear one of these things full-time for months?" She barely suppressed a giggle. "Not be able to touch yourself?"

Marianne blushed and admitted that apart from her weekly inspection for problems like chafing and Sonya's thorough scrubbing, she was only released on a couple of occasions at Richard's request. Sheila grinned, "Well, you do have two other holes Richard could use. I'm sure he didn't suffer blueballs because your pussy was locked up. I guess Geri took up the slack." Marianne turned crimson and nodded.

Sonya handed Harper the key. "The girl will remain locked until you decide to let her out. Except when Tony and Bobby are here, she'll stay naked at home as well"

Heather tried to protest. "But Harp is going to be in Baton Rouge until next week!"

"Yeah. So what? I have a spare key and I'll inspect you for problems in a few days. You better hope Harper doesn't stay over there next weekend to study in peace or forget to bring the key if she does come over. My key is only for emergencies or inspection. Only Harper can release you. Unless Bas or Lenore countermand it, of course. A single word of protest will earn you another session with the paddle and your butt flushed out. I'm sure you don't want to experience slave cleanout any time soon." Heather shook her head tearfully.

"You use enemas as punishment?" Sheila asked. "That would be terribly humiliating! Much worse than a bare-butt spanking."

"The way Sonya does it is painful as well," Angie reported, overhearing the conversation. "Slave cleanout burns and itches. Sonya likes to wipe a little concentrate between a girl's pussy lips while she fills the girl's bowels with a couple quarts of solution. I'm telling ya from personal experience, that really fires up your whole bottom."

Sheila leered and muttered, "Good to know. That information might be useful sometime."

Sheila and Laura left after a dinner of leftovers from the barbecue Sonya brought home for them. Harper spent a few minutes talking with Richard outside after he sent Marianne next door. I listened to a few of the girls teasing Heather about how much she is going to regret 'mouthing off' to Harper.

"When you can't finger your clit or even wipe after you pee, for a week, you are going to be ready to kiss your girl's asshole!" Angie teased the girl. "You found out your boss has some grit. I'da thought you'd have learned from the months you spent as a slave to be respectful to free women. That girl certainly is not afraid to spank some butt. You outta consider using that tongue of yours tonight to lick her pussy and make her want to come back here next weekend for another ride on your face." Rene and Carol laughed along. Heather frowned at the girls and rather than risk more trouble, she flipped them the finger and stomped off to her bedroom. "Cute butt ya got there!" Carol called after her. "We'll be seeing a lot of it this week. I'll be curious to see if it stays red and bruised." The three left the living room laughing.

Beth smiled as she listened to the conversation. She whispered to me. "I'm glad Harp isn't a pushover and she can be tough when she needs to be." When Harper came back inside, she asked, "How did the studying go today?" Harper shrugged and said she got a fair bit done, but planned to leave after breakfast so she could study with Justin. "Did you take the time to call your dad or the husbands of those three women?" When Harper nodded, she asked, "Well, what did they have to say?"

Harper said, "To tell the truth, I was a little surprised at their attitudes. I thought the men would all be upset their ex-wives were servicing other men. I thought they'd think like Bas, J, Richard, and Derek and refuse to consider sharing their females but their objections surprised me. I asked them what they thought about two things. One was about their wives having sex at the garden parties and the other, their offering oral sex to the patrons at the bar. None of the three argued your right to make the women perform sex acts in whatever way you choose. In fact, they all said they understood and would do the same or worse if in your shoes. They all have heard stories of how the women used you multiple times in the past and what they encouraged others to do to you with that contest."

"Mr. Cromwell even said he liked the tattoos except for the property of tattoo on Lydia's abdomen. But he quickly admitted it will serve as a reminder for her to think twice before she considers targeting another woman. He told me he has no objection to you taking his 'ex' to the garden parties to be used by the members. He said she'd come home from them tired, but enthused as she told him of all the cruel things she'd did to some of the women, slave and free alike. She particularly liked to get free submissive woman to cry and beg for mercy. He said her having vaginal sex with other men would bother him. In theory, he doesn't mind her sucking guys' cocks which surprised me. His main issue is Lydia works closely with him in their business and he is afraid some of his sub-contractors like to drink at the Stumbln Inn and will be there when Lydia is working. He's worried it might hurt his business relationships."

"Mr. Adams said almost the same thing except he is worried about some of his employees taking advantage of the situation. He said slave or not, he doesn't like the idea of his wife of twenty plus years doing his workers. Both men have talked to their children who are grown so they understand what is happening. They all seem to accept that sexual use, even harsh use, is part of slavery. Mr. Adams said one of his kids suggested he whip his wife's butt whenever she steps an inch out of line. He was pretty candid that his wife always harped that slaves deserve what they get and everyone should be careful not to get into trouble. He said Janice is still their mother and he considers her his wife, but now she's a slave, they are unsympathetic and think their father should be firmly in control of the household."

"Now Mr. Jacobs, Rene's ex-husband, loves the idea his wife is being used as an 'oral whore' as he puts it. In fact he is thinking of taking some of his friends to the bar and buying them a few rounds of drinks so they get tokens to use. He told me Rene did her best to take him to the cleaners when he divorced her because of her cheating. He made more money than her so he had to pay alimony for three years. One of his kids was still in the house so he was ordered to pay child support even though he gave his son money directly and paid for his car. He knew full well the money he sent her was spent on things she wanted and not his son. Ariel and Sheila were her attorneys and he loves the idea of the three on their knees sucking his friends. He plans to use the lawyers himself and was considering hitting you up for a little private use. He said he is going to keep every penny Rene makes over the next four years. He said she will pay him back every nickel he spent to get rid of her plus a bunch for the aggravation. He has decided to let her boss and his staff use her orally if he can get her wages raised. Did Rene tell you he locks her in a chastity belt except when he turns her over to you or has sex with her himself?" Beth was amused and shook her head. "Well, he said he wants her to be celibate except when her 'betters' want to use her. She stays naked at home regardless of who visits. He's not sure if he'll keep doing that even when his kids visit. He doesn't want to alienate them but they know the divorce was Rene's fault and she did her best to screw him over in court."

"Dad doesn't like Brook doing oral, but said he is resigned you'd screw her over every way you could. He was surprisingly open. I was more embarrassed talking about it than he was. He also said he was just happy you let him take Brook home at all and was actually surprised you let her off with only the single tattoo on her butt even if she did come to your aid. He doesn't care for her nipple rings but he says it's not supposed to interfere with her ability to nurse in the future if he gets her pregnant. He's likely to re-marry her after her slavery is over, but he said he is going to make sure he has a good prenuptial agreement in place. He told me they had one before." Beth snorted and laughed that Roger was the one who cheated in their marriage and now he was worried his spouse would do it to him.

"Dad also said he doesn't care how you use Serena and loves the fact you pierced her nipples and marked her with tattoos. He blames Serena for getting Brook into trouble. He didn't say it outright but he hinted he is using Serena as a slave, so that tells me he means sexually, not just putting her to work. He did want to know why I was asking the questions so I told him I had a little heartburn about how Brook was being treated. He laughed and said he didn't think my opinion would do Brook much good. He called you 'a hard-ass hell-bent on revenge'. All four men thought you shaving the women's heads was perfect for knocking them down a few pegs and none of them seemed a tiny bit sympathetic the women lost their pubic hair. The women all cried and complained non-stop how it was terrible for you to laser it off. They only stopped when they were threatened to have their butts welted."

Beth listened quietly to what Harper had to say before she said, "Well, I might reconsider forcing Janice, Lydia and Brook to serve patrons during happy hour, but NOT out of any consideration for their feelings, but rather their husbands have legitimate objections. I hate to see them suffer from their ex-wives' punishments. They are doing me a favor by keeping the women out of my way on a day to day basis but available for me to use when I want. I sympathize with them losing respect of employees and contractors. And your father is right. I don't care about his future with Brook, but you and Justin like the bitch so out of consideration for you two, I may let her off as well. I'll tell you now, if Brook crosses me in any way or shows me the least bit of disrespect, I'll blister her butt until she can't sit for a week. She can count on the fact I'm going to use her myself and she will go to garden parties whenever I do. She is going to have to be a model slave or face the consequences. I already decided not to make any of the women undergo more laser treatments. I can always change my mind in the future, of course."

Beth continued, "I don't want to interfere with your exam on Monday, but when you get the chance, I still want you to have a talk with Paige. I think she can give you more insight about sexual relationships and attitudes. You already know Lou Player and Sarah Lafitte. They have a unique perspective about life with slaves and dominant/submissive relationships in general. It'll help you reconcile your own feelings." Harper agreed to talk to the three women when she had time. "Oh, I also wanted to tell you I'm very proud of you taking decisive action with Heather today. You can't let the girl control you. She is the slave and you are the one in charge. Neither of you should forget that. I'd suggest you make her kiss your ass before you go to sleep tonight. See if she apologizes when you first go to her room. From what I gleaned, she never actually said she was sorry for overstepping. She was just upset and regretted her punishment."

Harper smiled and said, "Got it covered, Mom. See you in the morning."

Harper sat next to Richard during breakfast the next morning. Geri and Marianne sat across the table. Neither girl seemed to be upset to have her position usurped by the new girl. Marianne had told me it was inevitable and she was just happy Richard wanted to keep her around as well. A naked Heather served the four their food. The state of her bare butt was not missed by the other girls. She sported four vivid whelps across the fat part of her butt that were not there when she left to go to her room the previous night. The lines were already bruising.

Heather carried Harper's bags to her car wincing as she moved along. She was very polite and subdued all morning and gave Harper a hug as she bid her goodbye.

Aimee told me when Harper entered the bedroom the night before, she sat Heather down and quietly explained to the girl that disrespectful behavior would not be tolerated. "Dumb girl did not take the very blunt hint it would be in her best interest to apologize and do it quickly. Heather just sat, nodded, keeping her mouth shut, and frowned but you could tell from her facial expression she wanted to argue. It was funny to watch. It was all Libby and I could do to refrain from laughing. Harper smiled, shook her head and told the girl she just earned a second week in chastity but she had the option of taking three strokes with the switch. Without thinking, Heather blurted out yelling that wasn't fair and Heather was just being cruel. Guess what? The stupid bitch got four strokes instead of three and at least an additional week locked up. If she is to be unlocked at all, it will be if Justin wants to use her pussy."

"When Harper left to brush her teeth, Libby told the girl she better quit being stupid and beg for forgiveness. She finally got the hint and when Harper returned, Heather groveled like the slave bitch she is. You'da thought she'd know how to act after months as a slave with a cruel owner. She thought Harper and her brother would be soft and easy to manipulate." Aimee laughed. "We'll sit her down and make sure she understands the facts of life. Lenore is one hell of a lot nicer owner than any of us had before, but we know better than to ever even think of crossing her."

Carol said it best when later that day she told Heather, "Girl, you need to get your head out of your ass. You have a sweet deal. Harper is one of the nicest girls around and you still managed to piss her off."

Thursday evening of that same week, on my way back from shooting a pair of sows, I stopped at the Stumbln Inn for a beer. I had hunted twice this past week and stopped for two beers each time on the way home. Melissa had some very nice brews on tap. I had not tried any of the European beers she had yet. I had plenty of money and could afford to buy anything I wanted, but I enjoyed the idea of free beer and I loved the different flavors offered.

Shelby, one of Laura Townsend's two new girls, was behind the bar. "Mr. Bas! Glad to see you!" she greeted me warmly. "What can I get you tonight?" As she drew my draft beer, I asked her how she was getting along with the Townsends and her new job. "It's great!"

She paused to laugh. "Being a slave is not great of course, but our life is far better than we thought it would be. Laura and Lisa are very nice and fair. Melissa is a good boss. We work four nights a week. I'm off Sunday, Monday and Tuesday and Avery is off Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. So we have one night off together and one of us is available to be home and help the other five nights a week. Whoever is home starts supper and during the day we catch up on whatever housework needs to be done. Fridays and Saturdays we work a long twelve hour shift but we get breaks so that isn't too bad and the pay is great. Laura is keeping all our pay until she pays her mother back for her initial stake, but then we are going to get a decent share of our wages for our slave estates. Financially, it looks like we will do much better than when were free, especially with the tips and overtime."

Shelby froze, stared and exclaimed, "What happened to your arm? You have blood on your elbow!" I realized I had somehow splashed pig blood on my arm that I'd missed when I'd washed my hands. I explained quickly and went to wash up.

"So slave life is agreeing with you or at least tolerable, huh?" I asked the girl when I returned. She nodded. In a louder voice, I asked her how Melissa was as a boss when I saw the bar owner approach.

"Careful what you say, Shelby," Melissa said, good-naturedly. "I can't put you to work on your knees during happy hour, but I can bend you over my knee and you've seen me in action." Melissa sat on the next stool after giving me a hug.

"She's a real hard-ass boss, Mr. Bas, but fair," Shelby offered with a grin as she mixed drinks for one of the waitresses. "Works us like slaves," she added. Melissa laughed at the girl's candor.

"Oh, I gotta tell you a story." Shelby said as she poured a pitcher of draft for a second waitress and put four chilled mugs on the tray. "Today, we had a few girls doing their oral service during happy hour. I noticed two had big rainbow tattoos across their chests so I asked them about their tats. I wanted to see them up close. The younger one told me to mind my own business. Actually, she told me to kiss her ass and stay in my lane, telling me I might be a bartender and above the waitresses but I was still a fucking slave, her words."

"I read the tattoo over her belly and said, "Oh! Is Bethany Justin's mother's name? I just knew her as 'J's Mom'. I thought the woman was gonna pee her pants. The one who was supervising the two dressed in the skimpy outfits asked me how I knew Justin. I told her he was my owner's boyfriend. And his uncle had suggested I get my tats covered up by a tattoo artist he owns. Bas told me about unicorns and rainbow tats the boyfriend's mother had put on her slaves."

"She immediately apologized for insulting me. Two minutes later, she'd stripped and was standing nude as the day is long, letting me and the other girls examine her tats. It was funny." Shelby giggled. "I bent her over to look at the stem of the flower down the crack of her ass and crammed two fingers up her hoohah making her squeal. I told her the next time she talked back to me it'd be my whole hand stretching her hole. I pushed a third finger in, and she begged me to be gentle, apologizing all over again. When I let her stand back up, I rubbed my hand across her bald head and told her I was going to suggest to Laura's boyfriend's uncle he tattoo her scalp and back of her head. I thought a full head tattoo of a cat face with a dead hummingbird in its mouth would look cool. She started bawling and really apologizing."

"Laura's boyfriend's uncle, huh?" I asked, amused. "Do you know the woman's name?" I laughed when she said Serena. "Yeah, she has an attitude. She lives with Justin's father. The woman supervising her was probably Brook, her cousin. You've probably heard a few stories."

"I heard a little about how some of those slaves had been real bitches to J's mom. Yeah, Brook was the other woman's name. She asked me about Justin and his girlfriend. No way was I going to tell her any of Laura's private business. I know Laura wouldn't mind you hearing though," Shelby decided.

"Laura and Justin talk every night by video chat on their computers," Shelby reported. "It is Justin this and Justin that at supper. She refers to you as Uncle Bas. She has a date with Justin this weekend. He and his sister did well on an important exam earlier this week. She was gushing about him acing it. She is really into him."

When Shelby stepped down the bar to serve another customer, I asked Melissa if she was pleased with Shelby and Avery. "You bet your ass. Both those women hustle and they are very good bartenders. I've seen an influx of new customers that used to drink where they worked before. Word has spread they moved and several have followed them across town. Except for their collars, you'd think they were free from the way they interact with the customers."

A man sitting to my right had apparently overheard us. "Heck, yeah. Both Shelby and Avery are great. It's too bad they got into trouble. I wasn't there but I saw the video. One version shows it in slow motion. You almost needed it slowed down to follow the punches and kicks. They were that fast." The man took a sip of his mixed drink and said. "When the women pulled the guys apart, one punched Shelby in the jaw. It wasn't that hard and barely rocked her head back. She paused and gave him a look that said, 'Oh, no! You did NOT do that!' Then she unleashed a series of punches and elbow hits like she was hitting a heavy training bag. The guy never had a chance to lift his hands again after that. He bounced off the bar and right back into her. He almost lifted into the air when she kneed him and then punched him a few more times before he collapsed like a balloon with the air leaking out."

The man shook his head, 'Dumbass brothers should have known better. Everybody who drank at that bar knew those women could fight and were tough as nails. But they are sweet and gentle as kittens. Half-grown tiger kittens!" He laughed, loudly. "You can pet them, but you might lose a hand if you aren't careful."

"Telling stories about me, huh Bob?" Shelby asked, coming back. "You want another of those foo foo drinks? You'll need to call for a ride if you have too many." Bob told her he wanted another 'nectar' and said his sister dropped him off and would be coming by later to take him home.

"I live with my sister since my divorce." Bob explained. "Foo foo drink, my ass! I love the taste of most of her drinks. This one she calls 'Nectar of the Gods'. Aptly named, too. Drink three of them and you think you are immortal. I have no idea what is in it but it is strong as hell and SO smooth going down."

Melissa grinned and whispered to me, "I told you the girls are talented."

"I'm glad J is interested in somebody," Beth offered when I told her what Shelby had related. "The boy has always been the quiet, studious type. Being younger than his classmates always bothered him. I know Harper gets hit on often but she's wary and a little standoffish. I've been almost afraid to ask her about Richard. I know they are getting close. I've halfway been expecting to see him leaving her room in the morning or her coming over from his house. Not that I can say a word about their sex lives. We mutually agree what we do is our own business."

Both Justin and Harper arrived late the next afternoon. Harper deliberately bent Heather over in the living room to inspect the condition of her now bruised buttocks. "Being locked up is terrible, Harp. Just peeing is a real pain," Heather complained. "I promise to be good. Don't you think maybe one week is enough punishment?"

"What did I tell you last week?" Harper asked. When Heather said two weeks, Harper nodded and said, "I told you I was adding a second week and you told me I was cruel so I said at least two weeks and then I welted your butt. I have zero intention of going back on my word. Richard told me Marianne survived months locked up in one of those belts. You have a choice, deal with it or argue and get your time extended and your butt welted again. Another complaint is all it will take. Sooner or later you will learn I am serious." She reached out and snapped her finger into Heather's left nipple making the girl wince. Heather looked pleadingly at Justin who shook his head in warning. He had his sister's back.

I knew from Shelby that Laura and Justin planned an evening out, so I was not surprised when she arrived shortly after Richard got home from school. "I hope I'm not imposing Uncle Bas. Mom's going out tonight and Shelby and Avery have to work so I'd be at home by myself. J invited me to supper." I told her I'd expected her this evening and she was welcome anytime. She grinned.

The school year was coming to a close. At dinner that night I made an announcement. "Okay, we have about two weeks before we start graduation ceremonies," I said. "The first two are Lori and Kat here in town. I'm not sure how many guests they will allow. The following Saturday, Richard, Marianne and Laura will have their graduation ceremony from high school on Saturday. Every one of us will attend that one. They have no limit on guests so we will all go and cheer them when they walk across the stage. The next day, a few of us will go over to Baton Rouge for Joanne's graduation. I think she only gets six guests."

"Bas, Lori and I weren't planning on going to graduation," Kat announced. "We didn't go when we got our Bachelor's degree. They'll send our diplomas in the mail."

"Guess what?" I said, leaning forward to look down the table at the girl. "You WILL attend the graduation for your Master's. That's non-negotiable. We are all gonna celebrate every single one of our graduates' accomplishments. We are a family." Kat and Lori dabbed their unshed tears even as they smiled.

There was one semi-point of contention with the pair of graduates. Lori and Kat submitted their final project and because they did not use university resources, the programs they developed remained their property. As their owner and mentor, they insisted I take ownership. I refused and insisted they take full credit.

"But, Boss," Kat declared. "We rewrote most of our sequencing to incorporate the way you compile code. We copied your style from what we learned from you. Plus you own us, lock, stock and barrel."

"So as slaves, you should have no rights to ownership of the programs you developed," I asked. When Lori nodded, I reached over and slapped her butt hard and asked her directly. "Are you stupid?" She stared back, but I'd turned my attention to Kat and asked if she shared the same opinion.

"Well, you helped so much. I mean, like we said, we rewrote much of it based on what you taught us," Kat said. "You own us, Bas. We are your property. What we develop is yours. What you give us is a gift."

"I'll tell you both this. Don't be stupid!! Together you each wrote great pieces of work that work well together. I see where my influence into your code was introduced. I can read the changes in syntax in the code as you progressed. I might have helped some, but the majority of the work was still yours. Do not give it away!" I ordered. "For my minor contributions, I'll accept thirty percent of what we get when we market this since you insist on giving me a stake. That'll more than compensate me for my minor contribution and paying the fees for copyright. Plus, I'll help get licensing. The rest will be owned by your respective slave estates. Whatever proceeds those programs and others you write earn will go into those same accounts for when you are released from slavery." They snorted at my statement my contribution was minor as they had plagiarized my syntax and 'picked my brain' at each step.

I knew that with the right contacts, which I had, those programs would make the girls wealthy. Indeed at our first meeting with one software company, the agents were impressed with the programs and the girls. They largely ignored me as the girls explained their programs. The agents understood programming. Their lawyers understood contracts. I knew part of their disdain for me stemmed from my choice of clothing, a polo shirt, jeans and athletic shoes. Plus, I sat to one side and kept my mouth shut, like the dumb owner who managed to find a pair of gold nuggets in the form of genius programmers.

"We'd like to make you an offer for your slave girls here as well as the programs they developed. I think we can make it well worth your while," one of the suits announced. He offered me a million dollars for each program. I told him he was trying to steal the programs. I added he was underestimating the girls' value with his initial offer which was only another half million dollars for each girl. He blinked. "Do you really think they are worth more than what we offered? They may never create another program this good. We were quite generous."

"Of course lightening might not strike twice and they might never create another program of this quality, but I have faith they will do well in the future. I know their abilities," I said. "The programs we are offering is not even their best work. It does not begin to showcase their real talent." I sat back and watched the confusion cross his face.

I asked if they had researched why the two graduate students were enslaved in the first place. "Well yes, they were convicted of grand theft for stealing two automobiles. We read there were a couple males involved so we assumed they were out looking for a few thrills when they got into trouble."

"Not exactly," I replied. "The cars they stole were a pair of Strasbourg Elite 4000's, a supposedly unhackable electric car. They bypassed the vehicles' security systems to demonstrate their skills as cyber security experts. They planned it to showcase their abilities and enhance a future career. The boys they were with got rattled when the police were alerted and wrecked the cars trying to get away. This program they wrote that we are offering is a platform designed to prevent hacking. It detects and alerts attempts of infringement. It has major industry and even government potential. We are not looking to sell the programs especially for the amount you offered. Triple that and we might be willing to license them to you. We'd prefer licensing so we can continue to use it ourselves and adapt it to our future uses. But we intend to retain all copyrights."

"Sir, I think you will find you will be far better off selling us the copyright and the girls. Your profit will set you up for life. We can put these girls where they will be best utilized, something I'm afraid would be outside your wheelhouse. I don't wish to offend but this is beyond your expertise," the suit said. "It could take you a few years to reap the full profits. This way you make your money up front."

"I'm not that interested in the money. I have plenty. Plus, like I said, your initial offer was low," I said. "I like to use programs we write and adapt them to our needs as we go along. We do a little work for local law enforcement to help in their investigations as a sideline." Suit number two smiled at me but I thought it was more of a grimace. He'd hoped to pad his bonus substantially by practically stealing the programs. "In addition, I am quite fond of the two girls."

"Yeah!" Kat said, catching on I was playing with the agents. "For a graduation present, the Boss is taking us into his bed for a couple nights of hot sex and cuddling. We love him!"

Suit number one stared at Kat. When he opened his mouth to retort, my own agent began to laugh and said, "I'm sorry, but you obviously don't know who you are talking to do you? I mean, you talked to the girls but you don't seem to have the slightest inkling about their owner." Both suits shook their heads. Their lawyers looked puzzled. "This is Bas Landry. Bastiene Landry. You might have heard of another platform he developed. Megashare. He also has several programs he has licensed to the government. A number of those three letter agencies use his facial recognition software."

One of the suits looked at me closely as his mouth fell open in shock. "Seriously? You are Bastiene Landry?" I shrugged and nodded. He visibly gulped and turned red. "My staff failed to make the connection, Sir. Do you think we can regroup and see what kind of agreement we can arrive at for licensing?"

In the end, both Kat and Lori would be millionaires once they regained their freedom. As a thirty percent shareholder in each program, I added substantially to my own bottom line, not that I really gave a damn about the money.

I was just as happy to receive the news John Dupree had finished my house extension. His people had pulled down the plastic sheeting that kept the dust out of my kitchen, dining room area and was doing a final cleanup when we got home. Not only had my dining area doubled in size, the cooking area resembled a small restaurant. I had four more large bedrooms with adjoining bathrooms. I'd leave the room assignments to Sonya of course, but I knew some of the girls were horribly cramped for space.

As most of my slaves loved girl on girl sex and had a high sex drive, no-one complained about having to share a bed. Most complained about storage space for even their limited possessions. Closets and dressers were packed to the brim and even the space under the beds was utilized. Nor were the rooms overly large for multiple occupants. As Sue Cordero expressed it one night at supper, "With five us in there, we barely have enough space to stand and dress without bumping into one another. We were getting dressed the other day and I realized the buttons I was fastening was on Lori's shirt!"

Since Lori and Kat had now graduated, the computer girls were offered one of the new rooms. Sue decided to room with them since they'd all be working together as well. Ellie and Barb had essentially moved into the house so they were offered their own room as well. Angie, Rene, and Carol quickly announced they wanted to continue to share the room they had as it made studying together easier.

Our housing problems seemed to be rectified. The one bug in the ointment resulted from a small misunderstanding. Beth approached and told me she was considering letting Harper and Justin live in her home instead of renting an apartment. "My house has four bedrooms, my private bedroom, one for each kid, and one for Ellie and Barb. There will be plenty of space for J and Harp, their slave girls, and even additional roommates if they choose to share. What do you think of the arrangement, Bas?"

I told her that could work, but asked didn't she want to keep her private space. "Well, I was hoping to move in here full-time, and make this my permanent home," she said with a half-smile.

"That's up to you. You're here most of the time, anyway," I said. "You're certainly welcome to stay if you like."

I was surprised to see her face cloud and tears form. "Welcome?" she asked, her voice choking. "I'm just welcome and I'm just welcome to stay?" She turned and rushed away, sobbing. I was confused.

Ten minutes later Lenore stormed up to me in the kitchen where I sat, sipping a beer. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lenore asked hotly. "Did you really tell Beth she was welcome but moving in was up to her?" I nodded in response. "Weren't you telling me just the other day, you loved having her around and she was a great addition to the family? We discussed having her join us like Derek has Lou and Sarah in addition to his legal wife, Wanda! I thought we both agreed!"

I looked at her blankly and nodded and muttered, "Yeah, so what's the problem?"

"The problem, you idiot, is she wanted you to say you WANT her here. That you love the idea of her moving in and joining us as part of the family. Not that it was up to her to decide." Lenore glared. When I muttered I thought telling her she was welcome to move in was the same thing, Lenore's expression softened. "Your autism doesn't manifest itself too often but when it does, you really fuck up. You get your ass in there and tell that woman how you feel. How WE want her to join us." So that's what I did. We had a group hug and both women cried happily. I was still a little confused about the nuance.

Beth made a few changes on her own after conferring with Lenore and my daughter Joanne. I'd always planned to let Joanne run most of my non-trust business affairs once she graduated with her advanced degree. Between her and Beth, they'd decided to set up an office in Beth's office building. The corporations would be separate but they would share some investments and projects.

I walked into the kitchen as Joanne was explaining to Sue, Lori, and Kat how the software business would be a separate entity but under the umbrella of the new corporation. They would all have a share in the software company that would be owned by their slave estates but they'd be paid a salary that would be taxed. A portion of that salary would go to their estates as well and the rest into the household account. "Salaries earned by slaves are not taxed again, so Daddy can just use that for the household. He does the same with the other girls who work. Your salaries have the potential to be higher of course. I'll control the umbrella company for his investment interests. You may not be aware, but he has a stake in the turbine company Derek and his girl, Clarice, started and even in Tammie's tattoo salon plus a few other enterprises with Paige he probably doesn't even know he owns."

"So you are gonna be our boss?" Kat asked. From her tone, I could tell she did not like the idea.

"Not with anything that has to do with programming or even pricing. Just with the investment portion, but I'll help coordinate the accounting and managerial aspects with Lenore and Sherrie. And you three will be kept in the loop," Joanne said. The girls seemed mollified. "Beth wants to buy a share in the software business. She offered to provide office space in her building if you decide you want more space or need a different configuration." The three shook their heads and said that for now, they liked using Sue's old house.

The following weekend began graduation ceremonies. To avoid conflict with scheduling and family attendance, high school graduation ceremonies were held Saturday and the local college would be on Sunday. The other high school in town scheduled their ceremony for the upcoming Saturday. I planned to check out the slave sale that day. Richard, Marianne and Sheila wanted to go with me and the Edwards twins. The college ceremony would be held the following day.

Harper and Justin had come over early in the week since they'd finished all their finals. Both happily announced they'd got only a single B and the rest A's. They'd finished their freshman year of college with a very respectable 3.5 overall grade point average. "That's because you didn't have any distractions," Ellie told them at supper that night. "If your grades slip next year, we'll take away your slave girls so you can keep your minds on your studies rather than sex." She and Barb laughed as the twins blushed. Neither Harper nor Justin offered a retort.

Later, out of the twins' hearing, Ellie laughingly told me that wouldn't alter their sex lives much since both had found free lovers which she thought was great. Everybody knew by now Justin had pretty much paired up with Laura Townsend and Harper with Richard. Almost everyone was happy with the possible exception of Heather, who seemed a bit jealous. "They sure don't need to buy another slave girl. They barely have time to pay any attention to me," she groused. "I'm so horny I could spit. I was counting on Harp unlocking this damn belt when she arrived so I could get a little relief."

Ellie apparently had enough of the girl's comments about being unlocked during the past week. She reached over and pinched Heather's left nipple and twisted it viciously. Pulling the girl towards her and down until she was bent over, Ellie growled into the Heather's ear as she howled and cried with pain. "I'm tired of hearing you run your mouth about how horny you are and how my girl Harp has mistreated you. If I hear another word, I'm going to ask Harp to add another month to your being locked up. If you are missing sex so much, Barb and I can put you to work. You can lick our pussies every night and if you miss cock, I have a dildo I can use to ream your butthole. You might not get much sexual gratification out of the deal, but I guarantee you won't have any complaints about being neglected. Now do you want to keep bitching?" Heather frantically shook her head.

"Okay then. Now I'm sure your left nip is a little tender. It might even feel bruised. Step over to Barb and ask her to pinch and twist your right one to make them match. Then you will go into the living room and face the wall. I want your nose pressed to the wall for fifteen minutes. That means you'll have to lean over a bit and press your tender little titties into the wall as well. Set the timer on your cell phone. If you look around or move during that time, I will pepper your butt and you will do thirty minutes in a slightly different position that you will hate even more. Tonight at bedtime, you will report to our bedroom for the sex you seem to be craving. You are lucky there isn't a garden party this weekend or your butt would be going for a little sexual adventure with several dozen of those women. I'm guessing you are missing the action there." A few of the girls listening snickered at the last comment.

When Ellie turned her nipple loose, Heather stood up, rubbed her nipple and glared at the woman defiantly. "You caught me off guard. Don't try that again or I'll knock the shit out of you. You might even be a little stronger than me but you can't order me around. You're just another slave. You have no authority over me." Ellie looked at her and smiled as she said, "Wanta bet?" Heather raised her middle finger in the air.

"I warned you," Ellie said coldly. "Now you'll do thirty minutes against the wall, but in a different position. Instead of just leaning into the wall, you will keep your hands on your head, fingers interlocked. You'll hold small pieces of paper between your nose, elbows, and nipples and the wall. Any piece of paper that falls earns you five with the paddle and an extra five minutes in position. Think twice before you say or do something you'll regret. Defy me, and I'll use the switch instead of the paddle. I'll explain to Harp why your butt is so badly welted. And that is after you ask Barb to give your nipple a twist to match the left."

Heather looked around at the others in the room. Not one of the observers contradicted Ellie or offered Heather an ounce of support. They all stood waiting to see just how stupid Heather would be. She began to cry. Tearfully she walked over to Barb and asked her to twist her right nipple. "So it matches the left one?" Barb asked, with a grin. "You want it sore and slightly bruised, right?" Heather nodded and whimpered tearfully, "Yes, Ma'am."

The next morning, Laura and Justin were waiting when I walked into the kitchen for my coffee. Harper arrived with Richard shortly after. From the looks on their faces, I knew she'd spent the night with him. As breakfast was about to be served, I asked Justin if he'd stayed over or got up extra early to drive from his mother's house. A couple of the bedrooms had not been filled yet. "Uhh, I stayed here," he said, turning a bit red.

Laura grinned and said, "I spent the night here, too. Mom was not going to be home anyway. She's been spending as much time as she can with her boyfriend lately. I left word with Avery and Shelby to do their own thing as they might not see or hear from me before they leave for work. I told them where I was in case Mom is home before I am tomorrow." She gave J a big smile.

"Sheila is coming with us today, Uncle Bas," Richard said. "She texted me she was on her way."

Laura and Justin went to see her cousin Brad, the car, and now, slave dealer the previous afternoon, to see if he had any new slaves. "He knows what we are looking for, but I need to stay on top of him. He has an agreement with Mom to give her first choice of his girls, but he also knows Mom will undercut his price and if he can sell a girl for a little more, he'll do it without telling her he found a quality girl. He may be Mom's cousin, but he is a typical car dealer so we'll need to stay on top of him," Laura reported.

On the way to the slave sale, Harper and Laura asked Sheila what was new with guy who'd been enslaved and kept in the former root cellar. Sheila giggled and said, "He's being released and is set to rejoin the family this weekend. Mom and Ms Sandra took Bob, that's the husband, to New Orleans for a music festival this weekend. I was told to be available and ready to go to the Angelle house Sunday for lunch. I get to meet Dave for the first time as a slave. It'll be interesting to see if his attitude has changed. Mom burst out laughing when I asked if I could call him 'Slavey Davey'. He always hated it when I teased him and called him Davey. I didn't do it much because he hated that name and I was always a little intimidated by him. Mom told me I could call him whatever I want and if he doesn't like it, too bad. His butt will pay if he protests."

"I'm not trying to be cruel, but Mom says you have to be tough on a slave to put them in their proper place," Sheila confided. "You have to establish your respective roles and positions in life. This will be the first time I've seen my sister since my birthday. Now I can give her orders too."

Sheila might not have thought coming down hard on a new slave without valid justification was cruel, but I did. I did not correct the girl, though, nor voice my own opinion. I'm sure she'd seen me interact with slaves often enough to realize my approach differed from her mother's. From what Beth had told me, I suspected her mother tended to treat any subordinate cruelly if she could.

During the drive, the five discussed their plans for the following week. Justin and Harper were finished with classes and final exams. They would begin to pack and transport all their possessions back to town. They'd use their mother's garage for temporary storage. The three high school students still had to report to school, but no classes were scheduled. They had to do things like turn in textbooks, sign each other's yearbooks and generally pass the next few days doing pretty much nothing except show up.

I reminded Harper and Justin, that my college girls were out of class and would be available to help them make the move. They should ask for volunteers first but if nobody did, I'd assign help. Laura immediately said they could use whichever of her slaves was off that day and if they made the move Tuesday, both girls would be available. "They are pretty strong and I'm sure they wouldn't mind," she said. I pointed out Lisa might be expecting them to cook or whatever. Laura laughed, "I'll be there to pick up the slack like I was before we got slaves, but you are sorta right. Mom is enjoying having a few slaves around the house. She's admitted she regrets not doing it sooner. Of course, Mom has trust issues. She sees some pretty bad people go through the courts. She often tells me, 'Clean them up and dress them correctly and some of the roughest and meanest will fool you if you are not careful.' I know it is important to look beyond appearance to the person's character."

"Well, the people we will see will be clean, but not dressed," Harper pointed out. The other girls chortled. Sheila asked if feeling the slaves up was done as much as it appeared the first time she'd gone.

"Oh, yeah. Many of those guys are there for that one purpose. It's better than going to a strip club for some of them. They get to touch naked girls as much as they want for the ten buck cover charge. The only down side is there's no drinking and the girls aren't dancing," Laura said. "I always tried to move the guys along as quickly as I could, but the rule is they can 'inspect' before they make an offer so sellers have to let the guys molest the girls a little."

"I may want to inspect a few of the men," Sheila giggled. "Like that guy offered last time. I was pretty embarrassed and a little grossed out. I'da been really grossed out if the guy had squirted on me and I'm sure that was what he was hoping to do." Laura and Harper chorused, "EWWW!" and giggled.

They were still in a good mood when I paid their cover charges and they showed their identification to prove they were of age to enter. I turned the five loose and went on my own directly to the female section. Justin and Richard held back to stay with the girls as they stopped to look at the naked males.

I tended to look at the women's faces more than their bodies. Many were trying to look off into space or staring at the men. A few were wiggling and giggling like they were trying to flirt with prospective buyers. I was looking for signs of intelligence and class but none of the women appeared to be remotely interesting. I wanted character. I wanted to find one or more girls where the lights were on upstairs. After a quick scan, I began to read placards describing the girl's crime and abilities.

Many seemed to be petty thieves, several were repeat offenders having been caught and warned multiple times before being enslaved. If a girl was not smart enough to not commit further offenses and avoid enslavement, I surely did not want her. Several had that look of being stoned and sure enough, upon investigation, were enslaved for drug offenses. I knew they had to be 'clean and sober' before they could be sold, but they looked like they'd do their best to get their hands on drugs or alcohol at the first opportunity. I didn't mind my girls drinking and I often imbibed myself but I'd never be able to trust one of these girls. I ran into the five young people. They seemed to be as unhappy with the offerings as me.

"Laura called the girls skanks and I tend to agree," Harper said quietly. "I haven't seen a single one I'd consider taking home. I think we are pretty much ready to leave. It's still early. Are we gonna go to the Hacienda today?" I confirmed we were.

We'd gone to the sale as soon as it opened so we could get to the Hacienda either before they'd finished with the butchering or shortly afterwards. Derek had brought in seafood and planned to celebrate the recent graduates. I reminded him that most would not graduate until the following weekend. "So what?" he'd replied with a grin. "No reason we can't celebrate then too. No reason not to throw a party whenever the time permits. Laissez les bon temps rouler!"

Paige would attend her first high school graduation in many years the next afternoon. Pauline's kids were graduating highschool over in Baton Rouge and Paige was accompanying her head girl to the event. "I like the girl," Paige stated. "She has become indispensable to me running my household with all these slaves. I feel obligated to go even though I never even met her family."

The same day Paige was in Baton Rouge, Lenore and I were sitting in stadium seats watching the hundreds of college graduates in the field before us. Sonya and Sue Cordero insisted on going along as did Joanne, Beth, Ellie, and Barb. We had a four guest limit per graduate. With so many graduates from various colleges, they didn't attempt to name each student. They merely called upon the majors and degrees to stand and be recognized as a group.

We listened to speeches about future endeavors. I was surprised when one of the speakers said, "A few of our Master's degree students have already proven themselves in their field of computer science. These two brilliant young women recently found themselves enslaved but despite that status have already made inroads in their chosen profession and made themselves multi-millionaires with their advanced programming skills." A hush and then wild applause erupted when he called upon Lori and Kat to stand up and be recognized for their accomplishment. He went on to talk about the importance of a good education and how even massive adversity can be overcome with the right attitude.

After the ceremony, I met with a few of Lori and Kat's professors, many of whom I'd known for some time. They all congratulated me on managing to find such talented women and once again lamented the girls' enslavements. I heard Lori say, "Hell, no!" and then open her robe to show the nice dress she wore under it. When I asked what that was all about, she said, "Greg wanted to know if we were naked under our gowns like some of the girls." The young man stood there blushing and muttering his apologies.

One of the professors explained. "Most of us in this department don't sanction the behavior, but a few of the colleges seem to enjoy having their slave graduates be nude except for their gown and caps. It is optional of course, but many of the owners insist their slaves participate. Some of the students even wear extra tassels apart from the one on their cap attached to their collars or various portions of their anatomy. I've seen pictorials of the grads and their advisors with the gowns open and exposing the girls from head to toe. These girls have worked too damn hard to be demeaned like that in my opinion. They deserve whatever respect we can bestow on their accomplishment."

I'd never heard of slaves naked under their graduation gowns. Sheila stopped by the next day after school to ask Kat and Lori if they'd been nude under their gowns. She said she'd just learned her sister was naked under hers for both her bachelor and master degree graduation ceremonies and had tassels glued to her nipples both times. For her master's graduation she had a third tassel hanging from a butt plug inserted in her rectum. Her mother and Ms Sandra had related the story the day before when she went to visit.

She had teasingly asked Richard if he was going to have Marianne naked under her gown at their graduation. Richard told me he'd laughed and said, "No, but she will be naked under her bra and panties." Then he told Sheila and Laura, he'd bare Marianne if they did the same and he'd inspect them for compliance. Both the free girls turned him down.

"Sheila came to school all excited this morning. She went over to their friend's house yesterday where her sister lives. She met that guy Dave she told us about. He'd pissed off his sister who is his official boss or manager. She took every hair off his body, including his eyebrows. There is a cosmetology school in town where you can get a haircut or wax for free if the person agrees to be learning aid. The sister, Leah, had the guy submit to a full body waxing. Then the cosmetology students practiced cutting his hair and plucking eyebrows until none was left. Sheila said he looks really strange. He used to keep his hair a little long and carefully styled plus wore a short beard and 'stache'. Now he is bald as a cue ball."

"Sheila admitted she didn't get to see his hairless body yet. She emphasized the word 'yet' and said the guy's mother is going to loan the guy to her as a graduation present. Sheila is thrilled and says she won't be a virgin much longer," Richard added laughing. "She calls herself a 'technical virgin'. I guess that means she never had a real cock in her, because she told Laura and Marianne she's played with a vibrator. She's never done oral on anybody or had her pussy licked until last night."

"Now that is the kinky part. She made her own sister lick her pussy to multiple orgasms. Her mother has even used her sister many times apparently in every way you can use a female slave and encouraged Sheila to take part last night. Her mother and the girl's owner both subscribe to the idea that a slave is a slave regardless of their relationship and since the one daughter is collared, she should be used as a slave."

"Sheila knew her mother was over visiting her sister and the family often. She found out yesterday that when her mom is there, she uses her sister sexually. Her mother used the new male slave last night so Sheila could take her sister. Next week, after graduation, she'll have access to the male." Richard shook his head. "I'm not sure I could do that to my sister if I had one. I mean, I know you screwed Joanne just to take her down a few pegs shortly after she got collared, but you haven't touched her since, have you?" I shook my head.

"Yeah, I'd have a problem using Joanne myself. I've spanked her a time or two and of course I've seen her naked countless times since she had to stay naked. I've even flicked one of her nipples a few times or poked her, but that was mainly to agitate her a little. But what Sheila's family is doing it is full on incestuous rape. I like Sheila, but she has a cruel side I don't like."

"A person's nature comes from their upbringing," I said. "Girls learn from their mothers. Most of our girls are beautiful, but they were not taught to be conceited. Lenore, for instance, had other issues. Both your girls are screwed up in some ways but getting enslaved has transformed them a hell of a lot."

"True, Sheila's as pretty as Geri but not as stuck up as Geri was before she got collared. Geri was never exposed to Lana's cruel nature. She'd just been told she was so much better than everybody so often that she believed it. Marianne had a cruel streak. Of course, she tried to define it as being a hard disciplinarian. I still feel bad about letting myself get suckered into the idea and how I treated Mom." Richard's face turned a little red as he admitted something so personal. He'd made a similar confession to me a few times.

"When Sheila turned eighteen she came right out and asked me to let her use Marianne. She wanted to experience oral sex but was afraid to let a guy do her. She thought a guy might try to seduce her and she did not want to risk getting fucked. She has something going on where she needs to be completely in charge when she has sex, especially the first few times. I think she equates sex with power. If you notice when she talks and says 'using a slave', her term 'use' is exactly that. It is not just a euphemism for having sex."

Richard laughed, "Sheila even offered to give me a blowjob if I'd let her use Marianne for an hour so. Marianne was upset and afraid I'd take her up on her offer. Sheila used to be quite open about what she thought about Marianne getting enslaved, and even though at one time they were friends, did not treat her well at first. She switched back around when we started hanging out. And we all got along great."

"You didn't offer to let Marianne lick Sheila while you watched?" I asked, laughing. "I'd like to see if her body looks as good naked as it does clothed."

"I sure did," Richard laughed. "That was the first thing out of my mouth. Marianne about pissed herself, afraid Sheila would go for it and was really relieved when Sheila turned me down. Sheila is a little prudish about some things or used to be. I heard she and some friends bought some skimpy little bikinis to wear at a pool party one of our friends is hosting. Each girl is wearing a different color. Marianne said the girls said they'd almost have to get a 'slave wax' to keep from showing their pubes. They told Marianne she should get a matching thong bikini. She's already had her pubes removed so she didn't have to worry any showing."

I asked Richard if he was going to get Marianne a new bikini. He could get a good discount from Charlotte. "That's where the girls bought their swimsuits. Sheila knows Charlotte of course from meeting her through us, but the boutique is popular among the girls at school. The other evening we were talking about Marianne going to the store to see what she liked. Tony, that little bastard, thought the idea was great and offered to go along and help her pick out one. He said he hates having to hang out at his mom's store, but this would be a special occasion and 'totally worth it'." Richard laughed about his young friend antics.

I had a special surprise for Marianne. I'd made arrangements for her mother and father to attend her graduation. I didn't give a damn about talking to either Beth or Gary, but knew their attendence would make Marianne happy. I told Charlene and Robin on Thursday, two days prior and gave them directions to where to pick the couple up. It would be the first time since Gary was enslaved he'd seen his ex-wife but I assumed they talked over the phone. I'd received periodic updates from the lawyer with whom he lived.

I didn't know or care much about his private life, but did hear he was under the supervision of the family's older female slave who served as housekeeper and cook. I have no idea how much of anything was reciprocated, but Gary often had to eat the housekeeper's pussy before he could eat his supper. If his performance lacked enthusiasm, he'd be taken out on the patio deck and she'd piss on his face and in his open mouth. Then he'd eat his food with face still dripping. I did not know if the housekeeper also kept or had access to the key to his cock cage, but knew he wore one full time.

In comparison, Beth had an active sex-life. She was frequently used by my younger coed's parents, her former friends or at least acquaintances. She might spend the night, but more often just a few hours here and there serving them. The mothers used her far more often than the men. Of course I didn't get detailed reports of what the service entailed or how much of the activity was reciprocated but Lenore did tell me Beth's vagina and rectum were both filled and stretched often. As expected, her tongue got a good workout frequently. Lenore had thought about taking Beth to a few garden parties, but when she discovered Beth's spare time on the weekends was occupied, she changed her mind.

I'd left moving and storing Harper and Justin's furniture to them, her mother and her two slaves. Wednesday night at dinner, Justin announced he'd picked up the rental truck and they'd drive over the next morning. "We discovered trucks are hard to reserve this time of year," he said. "I found one truck for the weekend but Harp and I intend to be there when Laura, Richard and Marianne walk across the stage. We should have planned better and got it done earlier in the week."

Harper leaned forward and looked at her brother. "We, huh? You got a mouse in your pocket, Cochise?" she asked snidely. Tony snorted and giggled. "You told me you had it handled. I lined up the girls to help but it was your job to rent the truck." She grinned at the upcoming graduates. "No way are we gonna miss watching you guys get your diplomas." I asked if they needed me to along. "Nah, we got it handled. We're taking the van for the computers and television and the rest of our stuff will fit nicely in the truck. We can do it one load," Harper assured me.

She turned to Heather and said, "And you get to leave the house and wear clothes. Apart from going to Hacienda, you haven't had a stitch on since last Wednesday have you?" She froze and stared at Tony and Bobby who sat grinning. "Oh, crap! I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"

Bobby laughed. "Oh we know all about how a bunch of the girls had to be naked except when we were here. Well, that included you too, until you hit eighteen. No big deal." He shrugged and said, "We already overheard Heather got into trouble, got paddled and has to be naked when at home."

Beth looked at her daughter. "You need to watch what you say or there might be one non-slave with a sore red butt. Get my drift?" she asked, sternly. Harper nodded in embarrassment.