The Gamekeeper

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

The clerk dropped off yet another case on my desk and walked away without a word. "Oh goody, another case," I murmured quietly to myself. "I bet this one is duller than dish water." I read a little of it... it was. Dammit, I was coming up on my 25th birthday. I knew I should be grateful that I had a job with this firm, and the perks and salary allowed me to have a good life. But as the low person on the totem pole, I got all the crap cases. And my current personal life had become so dull that it was spilling over into my job, making it also feel dull and lifeless. Dating occasionally, I still hadn't found the right person in my life. He or she was probably still out there somewhere, but not trying very hard to find me, as near as I could tell.

"Let's face it, Sylvia -- you're bored," I thought silently. "You need a break. You need an adventure of some type. You need to take a risk and break out of this mold," I coached myself. I thought about it a while. My thoughts continued, "I don't want another skiing vacation because I don't need cold and snow. And just sunning myself on some beach while guys walk by ogling me, but too scared to even chat -- nope. I'd probably fall asleep and end up sunburned."

I was still mulling over my dilemma when I got home. Frustrated, I yelled to my untenanted house, "I need to shake my life up!" Desperately flicking through various web sites, I came across an advertisement for an upcoming convention. What caught my eye was that it claimed to be a fetish / bondage convention, and it was only about an hour away from my home. "That certainly sounds different!" I exclaimed. I imagined people garbed in leather and latex, and probably not prudish in their choice of clothing. "Maybe they'll have outfits for sale. Maybe even strange toys to play on or play with, if I'm lucky. I could probably wear a mask while attending -- I doubt they'd find that to be strange."

I daydreamed a little. "I've always thought leather and latex outfits were really sexy. Leather can make the person look powerful -- almost invulnerable. And latex can look like a second skin, clinging to every hillock and cranny of the body. If I add to that the idea of being helpless and used sexually by some dominant person I usually shiver with anticipation and get quite wet at my pussy," I mused.

Which seemed to be happening right now, just because I was imagining the situation. My body was voting strongly that this might be the adventure that I needed. Deciding to go for it, I ordered a ticket and room for the convention. I was anxious to see how people behave at such gatherings, and how tolerant they are to newcomers like myself. I basically wanted to see if I was missing something important in my life. "Maybe once I'm there I'll find some outfits and toys for my private collection," I thought. Yes, in my bedroom I had no outfits yet, but I did have a few such toys and they were my little secret!

When the day came I was already packed. I headed out the door with the ticket in my purse for the drive to the hotel. The hotel was very nice and the parking area was almost full so I took that to indicate that there was going to be a good crowd in attendance.

I checked in and found my room to be nice and spacious, on the third floor with a nice view. The convention started the next day at 10 AM and I was very keen to see the displays different companies would have.

I got up early and fixed my makeup and my shoulder length brown hair. Good quality fetish type clothes can be very expensive. Since I really have no one to play with, I didn't indulge in the purchasing of top end products. The best I had currently was a short leather skirt with a crisp white top and stockings. I knew it wasn't all that exotic, but at least I was making a small effort.

I headed for the convention floor. As I got closer, I could hear the noise behind the door. The security was impressive, as my ticket, like everyone's, was checked before a person was allowed to enter. It felt a little like Christmas as I opened the door, with lots of twinkling colored lights, and my eyes being drawn to tall, rather colorful and mysterious displays. Like Christmas, there was so much to see, and so much excitement in the air! Wide-eyed, I marveled as I walked around looking at all the displays and the models but also the onlookers wearing such outstanding and somewhat daring and astonishing fashions.

After several hours of wandering around gathering company brochures and prices, trying to soak it all in, I came to a display that claimed to offer 'experiences of a life time', for one day or one week. There was a handsome black guy manning the booth. He was attractive in many ways, being well built, well-spoken and radiating a smile that would melt butter. He looked quite comfortable about everything that was going on around him, as if very used to it.

Curious, but a little shy, I asked him, "What is it that you offer? What are experiences of a life time?"

His smile intensified, if that was even possible, as he replied, "We offer total immersion for a submissive. In other words, the participant is expected to obey without question for the period of their contract with us. And once it begins, there's no escape until the contract time has elapsed, unless the participant speaks a special code word. If they do that, we help them to leave immediately, but there's no refund."

Since he mentioned the lack of a refund, I looked at a small brochure and saw that the price was high, actually very high indeed. Of course, I could afford it, and in my heart of hearts I felt this might be exactly what I needed for an adventure to shake up my dull life. We checked our calendars and learned my experience could actually start on my birthday, and run for a full week. I took the fact that it would start right on my birthday as a good omen. I paid for it, thinking, "I'm buying a birthday present for myself." I was given paperwork and advised to read it carefully, because when my adventure started, there was no going back. When I got home, I skimmed the contract, signed it, and mailed it back.

Time passed. The butterflies flapping around inside my tummy told me that today was my birthday. I was officially on a two week vacation from work. Staying home to be near my phone in case someone called, I was lounging around in a long, ratty old T-shirt that hung down to my thighs, and a pair of old panties. I also tiptoed around my place, and was in such a state of anticipation that sometimes I forgot to breathe. To say I was nervous would be a gross understatement, but my day was certainly not dull. However, trying to watch TV, or trying to read a book was not helping as a mental diversion. Time was slowly crawling by like a snail trying to climb uphill! It was like waiting for the other shoe to drop, as we say!

The day crept by, but nothing was happening, and the butterflies were sort of strangled because now my innards seemed to be twisted into knots. Finally in the early evening a delivery van pulled up my driveway. I wasn't expecting a delivery, but then again perhaps some special outfit came with the agreement -- I hadn't read anything about it in the contract, but it might be something kinky to get the adventure going.

Sure enough, a guy carrying a large package got out of the truck. Approaching the front door as I was opening it, he said, "A signature is required for this package, Miss."

As I turned my back to go and get a pen, I was pushed inside, there was the sound of an empty box being dropped, a rag covered my face and I passed out briefly. When consciousness returned, I woozily learned that my hands were handcuffed behind my back and apparently handcuffs were on my ankles, too! My grogginess instantly evaporated when I realized I was completely naked! My T-shirt and panties had apparently been cut off me, because they were in a ragged pile on the floor next to me. And my captor was kneeling next to me, leering at my body. As I opened my mouth to complain and ask him what he thought he was doing, he pushed a small ball into my mouth, sealing it in place with three pieces of tape. Now I could only breathe, mumble and glare at him.

Looking around frantically I recognized that the guy must've gone into my bedroom and pulled the blanket off my bed because that was piled nearby. So my hitherto sacred bedroom space had been violated, but as near as I could tell he hadn't taken any liberties with my body... yet. Next, he placed a thick pad of some material over each of my eyes and taped those in place as well. Now I was in total darkness, and I imagine my breasts were rising and falling enticingly as my breathing accelerated to keep up with my frightened, throbbing heart. I couldn't protest as the guy rolled me into that blanket. And from the sounds of it, he ripped off long strands of tape to make sure the blanket wouldn't fall off, leaving me in something like a cocoon, helpless and unable to move much at all. Luckily, the blanket wasn't tight around my head, so I had no trouble breathing. He must've called someone on his cell phone because I heard a faint answer and all the delivery guy said was, "Package secured." He then hung up.

Since some time had passed, it must have grown dark outside. I heard him go out my front door, apparently leaving it open, because he returned in just a few minutes. I hadn't actually noticed that he'd backed the truck into my driveway, but I guessed that the back door of his truck was open. Picking me up like a rug delivery, he carried me to his waiting truck, gently placing me in the back.

To be honest, I wasn't sure if all of this was part of the agreement I'd made for my adventure. But rationally, I thought, "What are the odds that some unknown person picked exactly this day to abduct me in this manner? It must be what I signed up for -- at least I sure hope it is." That hope kept me from panicking too much as the truck started and we were off. I tried to keep track of my journey from the gentle pressure on my body from the movements of the truck. We seemed to mostly be heading south when suddenly he turned sharply, which caused me to roll across the truck floor until I stopped against a side wall. The blanket absorbed the impact so in one way I was glad I was wrapped up. But as the truck finally ground to a halt, I wondered what was going to happen next.

My hearing made more acute by my personal darkness, I heard some sort of engine starting up. Someone -- I assumed it was the delivery driver -- lifted the blanket with me still enclosed in it, and moved me toward the sound. I could tell that because it was growing in volume. Another set of hands grabbed me, allowing the two people to place me carefully on some hard surface. "We can uncover her face area now, I left the blanket loose there. But keep her wrapped to cushion her body," the delivery guy said. This was followed by a lot of banging, maybe of doors. Moments later, the engine sound roared and I felt movement. My stomach did a little flip-flop, making me realize that I was in an airplane, lifting off into the night sky. Where this plane was headed, I had no idea.

With those pads taped over my eyes, I remained in total darkness on the vibrating floor of the plane. I had no concept of time passing and may have dozed a little. The pilot talking and being talked to on a radio focused my attention again, and my stomach flutters, plus other sounds I was hearing told me that we were landing.

We were met by some vehicle, into which I was loaded and driven away. I was exhausted and placed on a bed. As the pads were carefully removed from covering my eyes, it appeared that I was in a shack. The guy bending over me also carefully pulled the tapes off my mouth area and fished the ball out of my mouth. However, he left my wrists and ankles handcuffed as they were. Yielding to my uppermost need, I asked him, "May I please have some water?" He only grunted, but he did fetch a glass of water and elevated my upper body to help me drink it. I was too tired to ask any more questions and didn't protest as he left silently.

I got several hours of sleep and awakened to morning light when some woman in a nurse's uniform opened the door to the shack. She pulled the tape off the blanket, which involved a good deal of rolling me back and forth. Finally, she asked, "Are you awake enough to stand on your feet?"

I blinked a few times, and not knowing what else to call her, replied, "I think so, Nurse."

She stood me on my feet, which made unwrapping the blanket much easier and a lot more dignified than rolling me across the floor. Once the blanket fell away, I stood there still naked, with handcuffs at my wrists and ankles. The air felt good on my skin after the confinement of the blanket, and I was glad it was a nurse observing my nudity. There was no way I could modestly cover my tits or pussy. I wasn't free, but it felt good to move my arm and leg joints a little, and stretch my torso from side to side.

Producing a handcuff key, the nurse only removed the cuffs from my ankles. Not trusting me to be able to walk around much at that point, she lifted me up and carried me out of the shack and over to a small building. It looked a little like it might be a medical building. Reaching a padded table, she placed me face down on it. There was a round rubber cushion my face fit into, so I could breathe easily and rest my head level with the table, almost like some massage table. Before I knew what was happening, the nurse pulled straps over my body at several levels and cinched them tight. There was nothing I could do about this. I was completely helpless so I stayed as I was, feeling so passive that I didn't protest or even ask any questions. But I was sure wondering what was going on.

I felt something cool and wet on my back between my shoulders. From time to time, I could see her legs and feet through a hole in the rubber cushion as she moved around. Then there was a buzzing sound and I felt some pressure between my shoulders and neck. From the sharp impacts, I guessed I was being tattooed! That would be a permanent marking, whereas I'd only agreed to a single week for my adventure. Maybe these people had nothing to do with it after all, and I'd really been abducted! I tried to fight the straps as I started to complain, "Wait! You can't do this to me!"

In response, the nurse slapped my ass so hard that it shocked me to stillness. "I just do what I'm told, so hold still!" she commanded.

Fighting back my tears, helpless and vulnerable, I submitted as the buzzing and sharp impacts continued. It took a while and when it was done, she placed some kind of large dressing over it, taping the dressing in place. I sagged on the table, glad that ordeal was over. But a rag appeared in front of my face and I grew drowsy, almost falling asleep. When I regained my focus, I was now on my back with my wrists no longer handcuffed behind me. But they were secured by my sides against the table edge, and again many straps tightly crossed my body, immobilizing me.

The nurse lowered the support that was holding up my head, so my head fell back and hung down below the table top. To my horror, a different kind of buzzing sound started as she grabbed my hair. I felt the electric clippers running over my head and could almost hear clumps of my hair falling to the floor! It only took a minute or two of long sweeping passes over my head to render me basically bald. Then with a few careful buzzes most of my pubic hair was removed. The nurse stood next to me putting rubber gloves on before she started to smear shaving cream on my head and my area around my pussy and skillfully and carefully shaved both areas bald! After she wiped the cream remnants off, she washed and dried me in both areas. She then picked up the clippers and shaved my eyebrows off. I was totally defeated and just laid there, trying not to weep in dismay.

For some reason, she put what looked like a small surgical tent over the area of my head so I couldn't see my body. I again heard the first buzzing sound and felt the jarring impacts on the area of my mound, right above my pussy. She was apparently placing a second tattoo on me without my consent. When she finished, I'd be bald and have two permanent tattoos! I didn't remember anything about this in the contract I'd signed. Who were these people? When she finished, she also covered my mound with a dressing which was taped in place. Now I realized that all this was for real! I was just an object to be owned, but even worse was yet to come.

As the nurse released me, some burly stranger grabbed my arm in an iron grip and pulled me to the next station. It looked like a blacksmith's shop just like you see in the movies. He sat me down and stood over me as the blacksmith started his work.

The guy measured my wrists and waist and started to bang and forge some hot metal. His movements seemed powerful and he made them look almost effortless. He placed a curved hot piece of metal in water and steam rose. Coming to me, he placed that curved band of metal around my waist and used a machine to seal it tight. There were two chains, one on each side, hanging down from it. He placed my wrist in a cuff, repeated that action on my other wrist, and sealed both like he'd done to the waist band. Then he hooked the chains to the cuffs. When I was allowed to stand, I realized I had slightly over a foot of chain on each side, which severely limited my arm movements.

"You're in luck girl," the blacksmith said. "There's a big party here this week, so you'll be serving. Otherwise you'd be working in the fields." He had the burly guy escort me to where I'd rest and be given food and drink until I received instructions for my party duties. The burly guy guarded my door, but otherwise ignored me, as if I was a piece of furniture, unless I badgered him with questions.

"Why am I here?" I practically yelled at him. "Why am I being kept in this room? Who's in charge and I demand to see her or him!" That was when I learned the purpose of the rod that the guard wore on his belt. He lifted it, touched it to my belly and pressed a stud on it. It was like a cattle prod! A bolt of electric current zapped me, and it felt like I imagine a kick from a mule might feel! I shot backwards, landing hard on my butt, and tried to remember how to breathe.

He hadn't said a word, but now that I was sprawled on the floor, with my thighs scattered apart, he looked at my exposed pussy and leered at it, licking his lips. I was finally breathing, but seeing the lustful expression on his face now I was trying to remember how to work my legs! They skittered around on the floor as I tried to get them under control. Finally I got my thighs together, scooted my bare feet under my bare butt, and using my hands, scooted myself back away from him. I was watching carefully for him to make a move toward me, but then he shrugged and went back to ignoring me.

As a little relief washed through me, I found myself sobbing hard. It embarrassed me to display such weakness, but I couldn't stop myself at that point. I had to bend way over to let my hands reach my eyes as I cried. My situation seemed so hopeless! I'd really been abducted and now I was someone's prisoner. I hadn't told anyone about this planned adventure, so no one knew where I was. After my blindfolded truck ride and plane ride, not even I had any inkling of where I was. I'd gone from building to building too quickly to get much sense of my surroundings.

My fear was partially replaced by anger. Anger at my abductors... anger at that burly guard and his casual use of the cattle prod... and his leering. But I was really angry at myself for allowing myself to get into this situation. Why hadn't I struggled more and fought back more? Why hadn't I tried clawing at people whenever I had the opportunity? Well, that last one I guessed I could answer. "If I injure one of my captors, I don't doubt they'd retaliate and do even worse things to me! So I'd better calm down and try to behave. Maybe somebody here will explain what's going on," I thought.

There were no books, no TV, no radio in my room. Just a stoic guard at my door, blocking it. And I was getting hungry. There was a water tap and a plastic cup, so I could drink all that I wanted, and a liquid filled belly helped a little to ease my hunger. Of course all that liquid had to be processed by my body and soon I needed to pee. I tried to ignore it, since there was no toilet here. But after holding it and holding it, I got desperate enough to grab a pillow off my bed and a bucket and retreat as far away from the guard as I could. I squatted over the bucket, using the pillow to block his view of my lower body, and relieved myself. I hated the fact that peeing like that made a noticeable sound in my silent room but my need was urgent.

Later that evening there was a tap at the door. The guard opened it and let in the nurse, carrying a tray of food, plus another woman, and my current guard left as his replacement came in and sat down. The nurse said, "This is Sarah, who is in charge of much of the household. She'll be giving you instructions about your upcoming duties. But first I need to remove your bandages, and see if everything's all right. After you've heard your instructions, you may eat."

I tried to focus on the nurse and Sarah, although my tummy kept dragging my eyes to the food. But I did watch as the nurse removed the bandage over my mound. When it came off, we all saw that there was a rather large '22' right on my mound. Sarah remarked, "That looks fine, Kim. You did a very good job there. Let's see her back."

This took a little longer, because the bandage was big, and Kim was being careful. Once the bandage was lifted free, they both studied me. Sarah raised her cell phone and took a picture of my naked back, stating, "Excellent. Nice and clear. You sure have a steady hand, Kim," she complimented. Knowing that I was probably curious, Sarah showed me the picture. Near my shoulder there was a bar-code like you see in a grocery store, plus the words 'PROPERTY OF GAMEKEEPER - 22' clearly written out. Seeing the reality of my tattoos, my heart sank. "Property... to these people I'm just property," I mentally moaned to myself. "No wonder they feel they can do anything to me that they want."

Nurse Kim got up and left the room, so I tried not to start weeping as I turned my attention to Sarah. I knew I had to focus and listen to her, especially if I wanted to eat. And I really wanted to eat. "Are you listening to me, and focusing, 22?" she asked me. I must've blinked a few times, with my jaw dropped a little in shock -- had they even taken my name away? Her next words confirmed that. "I see you are a little surprised to be called '22' but that is now your designation, slut. When so addressed you will instantly pay attention." I slowly nodded to signal I understood, but I wasn't pleased.

"Since you're new to the compound, I've decided that for tomorrow's party your job will be to transport people between the airfield and the main house. The distance isn't far, so you can't get lost, and we can hear the planes shuttling in and out. The guests will be very wealthy and important people, so they're quite used to getting their own way. I expect you not to upset or disappoint them in any manner, or your punishment will be harsh, indeed. Do you understand my instructions so far?" I didn't trust myself to speak, so I nodded, still looking her in the face attentively.

"You might be wondering what you'll be wearing while you're doing this duty." My eyes widened to show I was listening carefully. She grinned. "You'll be wearing a single handcuff from your left wrist to the steering wheel of the vehicle and your belt chains will be unhooked from your wrists so you can steer." I gasped, which she correctly interpreted. "That's right, 22 -- you'll be naked so your passengers can enjoy you. Do not show any surprise or shock if anyone wants to grope your tits, finger your pussy or ass." She paused to let that sink in, watching my breathing accelerate nervously.

"I'm warning you about this so you don't disgrace yourself by bad behavior, and especially you don't disgrace this house and ruin the party for anyone. People will be in high spirits and in a mood to party, so if one of the male passengers wants to fuck you, you'll step out of the driver's seat, your hand still cuffed to the steering wheel, and bend over the driver's seat to facilitate that. We know you're not a virgin -- we checked that when you were unconscious. If a female passenger wants you to eat her pussy, or wants to eat yours, you'll smilingly comply. We don't know if you've had any lesbian sex, but we expect you to deal with it wearing a smile on your face. Do you understand?"

I doubt if I was wearing a smile on my face at that moment, since I was sort of in shock, absorbing this concept of what constituted my duties. But Sarah waited patiently for me to wipe the shocked expression off my face and accept this new reality. Swallowing hard, with as much dignity as I could gather, I replied, "Yes, Miss. I understand. And I'll try not to disgrace this house." After all, I was property to them, and as a submissive I was expected to submit to whatever they ordered.

Sarah smiled and said, "Very well, 22. Now you may eat." She must've noticed the bucket and chuckled. "You didn't have to use that bucket, 22. If you need the toilet just tell Jorge over there that you need the bathroom or el baño. She pronounced the guard's name like "Hor-hay" and I knew the other word was Spanish. This wasn't definitive proof that I'd been flown far, far from home. But it was a distinct possibility. As she watched me eat eagerly, trying not to wolf down the food without chewing much, rather than tell me to slow down, she said, "You may ask one question at this time, so think carefully about what you ask."

That did slow my eating as I pondered. The uppermost thing in my mind seemed to be the fact that I was 'property' to someone, so I asked, "Who is the Gamekeeper, and why does he have that title, Miss?"

She laughed. "That's actually two questions, but since you called me 'Miss' I'll give you the answers. He's not here today, and may not be able to even attend tomorrow's party, but you'll meet him soon. And a gamekeeper is an important job at a large estate like ours. He or she is responsible for looking after the populations of animals living on the estate. This can involve facility upkeep, breeding activities, pest management and making sure visitors don't indulge in unwanted behaviors. I know this well, since I'm the Assistant Gamekeeper."

Still eating slowly, I nodded my understanding of her explanation. While it annoyed me to be referred to as part of the population of animals, it was nice to know that someone would be around to protect me against pesky and unwanted behaviors. The part the made me shiver was the mention of 'breeding activities' as if that was to be a regular part of my expected behavior. But maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe.

Sarah waited until I finished and then took the tray away, leaving me to my bedtime preparations, such as they were. I did ask Jorge to please let me use the bathroom. He nodded and escorted me to the toilet in a small room with no windows. He stood outside the door, giving me privacy but also making sure I'd return to my room with him. Once I was in bed, he settled against my door, guarding me as I slept.

All too soon after breakfast, I found myself handcuffed by one wrist to the steering wheel of a very nice car. Thankfully it was automatic shift, and Jorge went with me for one trip to the airstrip and back, making sure I learned the route. When we got word that the first plane was approaching, I drove, naked and alone, to meet it. I parked where I'd been told and watched a couple get off. He was middle-aged, and she looked a lot younger, but both of them were dressed in clothes that looked expensive. They also wore rings that glittered with gems, and she was wearing a necklace that looked like... like... My eyes widened. That necklace had two large diamonds, one heart shaped, and below that a larger, circular diamond, which had to cost a fortune!

I hadn't been told how to address anyone, so I waited to see if they made any comments. Since I was handcuffed to the steering wheel, I couldn't even get out to open doors for them. The man walked over to the right rear door, and graciously held it open for the woman. Then he came back around to the left side and got into the seat behind me. He looked over my shoulder and down into my lap, reading the '22' on my mound. "Ah, darling, this delightful creature is 22," he told the woman. "You must be new here, 22," he stated.

"Yes, Sir. I am," I replied as I put the car into motion.

"I should check this, then," he stated, grasping my right tit and kneading it gently. "Mmmm, yes. Very nice. Feel this, honey."

She moved closer to the seat center as we drove along slowly. Her hand replaced his, and her touch was more gentle as she cupped my breast and thumbed my nipple. "Yes, darling, I agree. You feel simply wonderful, 22. I wish my own breasts were that firm."

"Thank you, Miss," I replied, smiling.

As they got out, Sarah was there to greet them.

The man asked Sarah, "When is the next plane due in?"

"Not for 20 or 25 minutes, Sir," she answered.

"Then that means I should have time to fuck 22?" he asked.

"Certainly, Sir. She'll be happy to lean over her car seat," Sarah stated with a smile.

I knew what was expected of me, and guessed what might happen if I refused. Besides, he wasn't a bad looking man, and was quite polite. His wife or girlfriend helped him open his trousers and lowered them and his underpants as I climbed out of the driver's seat, bent over it, and held my pussy lips open as best I could with my right hand.

Soon thereafter, I felt his cock, which may have been wet with saliva, poke against my hole and slide in. Sarah and the other woman chatted amiably as the man started fucking me hard. Since his hands were on my hips, and the door was between us and Sarah, the soft hand that found my clit must've belonged to the woman. My pussy was flowing enough to wet her fingers, and they toyed with the area around and against my clit.

The guy was concentrating on fucking me, and I was concentrating on being fucked, using my inner muscles to grip and massage the cock. The fingers near and on my clit soon had me spiraling out of control and humping back on the guy's cock. Very soon after that, he grunted, and unloaded into my depths. It may not have been a big load, but it was nicely warm. He pulled out as the hand left my pussy area. There was a slight sound of sucking, and then the woman pulled the guy's pants back up. Without a by-your-leave, they walked away toward the house. I was rather surprised at how casually all that had occurred.

"Well done, 22," Sarah praised me. "Here's a towel to place on the car seat. I'll tell you when to head for the airport again."

This was the beginning of my work day. I met other planes, and the men invariably wanted to at least look at my naked body, sometimes uttering ribald comments. Most felt me up at my tits, my pussy, or both. One even wanted to see my asshole, so I had to get out of the driver's seat and bend over while he spread my ass cheeks apart. I think my face turned scarlet during this examination, and I managed not to flinch when his fingertip touched my anal ring. But he only touched it and seemed satisfied.

The women were more likely to cup my breasts, and possibly finger my pussy, but the fingering was thankfully not performed while I was trying to drive. A couple of men fucked me right as they got off the plane, and two more fucked me when we parked at the house, Sarah waiting. None seemed to make any comments about 'sloppy seconds' if they sensed that my pussy already contained cum, but most probably drained into the towel on my car seat. The women didn't demand that I eat their pussy, nor did they demand to taste mine. I guess they were waiting for the actual debauchery of the party.

One notable event occurred when I met the plane and a single man got off, striding to the car as if he owned the world. He said nothing in the way of greeting me, and didn't touch me, so I started driving us toward the house. When we were out of sight of the airfield, and yet the house was still not in sight, he finally spoke. "Stop the car, girl!"

"Right here, Sir?" I asked, confused.

"Yes, right here," he demanded.

As I did, he got out and opened my door. "Bend over your driver's seat, girl. I want to fuck you right now." Mentally shrugging, I did as I was told, presenting my bare ass to him. Seconds later, his cock penetrated me, and he started pounding me like a demon. I braced myself as best I could, trying not to have his pelvis batter me across the car seat. This was obviously not for my pleasure -- he was just seeking to dump his cum into me. After about 4 or 5 minutes, he did just that -- unloaded. I thought he was finished, but then his slimy cock, lubricated with his cum and my juices shoved against my ass hole and forced it open!

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he rudely used my rear passage as his secondary cock sheath. "You're just a fuck whore," he told me, grunting. "Holes made to be fucked and used. I'm sure sluts like you get off on being abused, especially anally, like this." I said nothing, just hoping he'd finish soon. Thankfully, my anal ring and tunnel were still tight enough that the friction made him cum not long after that. With a long groan he pumped what felt like even a bigger load up into my ass. When he pulled out, he said, "What's your name, fuck toy?"

"I'm called 22, Sir," I said respectfully, managing to keep any hint of weeping out of my voice, but it wasn't easy.

"I mean your real name, girl!" he demanded.

"My name is 22, Sir. And please, Sir, we need to get to the house in case another plane is coming in soon."

He actually harrumphed. I didn't know people actually made that sound when thwarted. "Very well, drive us there, you ingrate," he commanded.

When we got to the house, Sarah was waiting as usual. But this time she wasn't smiling.

As the guy got out, he stated, "This incompetent driver insulted me and I demand that she be punished." I guess he failed to notice that Sarah wasn't smiling.

"On the contrary, Sir. She stopped the car when you demanded it. She let you fuck her without complaint. And then you anally raped her, and still she made no protest, but simply submitted. And then you had the audacity to demand her real name, and she didn't supply it. Now you have the audacity to arrive here with some false story that she insulted you and demand that she be punished. And don't try to deny it... our cars have cameras inside and are also wired for sound, and your behavior was recorded. I and the estate owners witnessed the entire thing. This was not your first such infraction here, but it's your last. I told the plane to wait for us. Get back in the car!"

"And who do you think you are, talking to me like that?" he yelled.

She gave a subtle signal and Jorge and another hefty guard strolled close. "I am the Assistant Gamekeeper here -- Sir." She said 'Sir' like it was an insult. "And part of my job is looking after the welfare of the animals on our estate and eliminating unwanted behavior on the part of visitors." He started to sputter. "And before you say another thing, leave graciously, or the owners of the estate have told me that they are willing to release that information. They assure me that you know to what they are referring."

He got back into the car, not very graciously, sandwiched between the two guards in the back seat. Sarah got into the front passenger seat, and I drove us carefully back to the airfield. The plane's engines started up the moment we were in sight. The guards walked him to the plane, then came back to the car. We all waited and watched until the plane was not only in the air, but also out of sight.

"Good riddance," Sarah commented. Turning to me, she stated, "Your behavior is to be commended, 22. You didn't even protest his spurious accusation."

"I knew it would just be my word against his, Miss Sarah," I told her quietly.

"Nevertheless, if anything like this ever happens again, just tell me clearly your side of the story, and let me be the judge," she said with a smile. "I'm sure glad we issue 'morning after' pills to those that want them. I'd hate for you to be bearing that asshole's child." I was glad to hear her call him that, and also to experience a Gamekeeper -- all right, an Assistant Gamekeeper -- taking such good care of her animals as I drove them all back to the house.

It was late afternoon when another plane arrived and I drove to the airfield. When I got there I was horrified to see who was getting out of the plane. It was a lawyer that I'd won a hard fought case against. Ever since then he'd been a dick about losing that case to me! Just acting like a bastard in my presence every chance he got.

Even though I had to drive him to the house, I tried to keep my distance from him. I was mentally swamped with fear that he'd recognize me. But even though he looked right at me several times, he failed to recognize me. He also didn't touch me -- maybe he didn't find bald women to be sexy. I guess he was curious about the 'driver from the airfield' since at the party he asked about me. Sarah merely told him that I'm known as '22' and I'm property of the Gamekeeper.

My driving stint ended at sundown. As Sarah removed my handcuff from the steering wheel, she told me, "Go take a shower, 22, and get something to eat and drink. Try to be done in about 45 minutes and then report to the main house." She didn't reattach my belt chains to my wrist cuffs, so I actually could be very efficient at following her orders.

Submissively obedient, I presented myself about 40 minutes later, clean and fed. "Good girl, 22," Sarah said. "Come with me." She led me over to a guy that looked a little like Santa -- white hair and beard, and a little paunch. Sarah waited until he looked at us, then she said, "22, I want you to meet the owner of this estate. You may address him as 'Sir' and know that his word is law here."

His smile was charming as he looked me up and down. "You handled yourself well with that idiot earlier, 22. I was pleased to see how you behaved."

I may have blushed all the way down to my toes. "It's very kind of you to say so, Sir. I didn't want to bring disgrace to your house. And I appreciated Sarah dealing with that situation."

"That's the proper attitude, 22. Let me show you something. Follow me." Of course, I was quick to follow the owner. He led me to into an adjoining room where there was a wall with a round rubber circle in the middle. "Insert your upper body into that opening," he commanded. The rubber stretched as I went in, pressing against my body so well that I had to struggle a little to enter. When my arms and head were through, I found a shelf upon which I could rest my upper body. As I settled on it, he'd come around from the side of the wall and easily secured my hands underneath the shelf in cuffs. He walked back out around the wall and I felt him grab my ankles and secure them wide apart.

When I was rendered completely helpless and very exposed and vulnerable, several monitors in front of me came on which gave me detailed views of my lower body -- side view, view from above, a view sort of from below between my thighs, and finally a closeup of my pussy from a side angle. There was also a camera giving an overall view of the room and the door through which we'd entered, and I saw the owner standing there. The detail of my exposure made me blush but also aroused me. Especially when I saw the owner walk up close to my butt, reach down and tug my outer pussy lips wide open. Now that's what I call being exposed!

He stepped back and stripped completely nude. My eyes widened and I think I licked my lips when I saw the size and firmness of his erection. Since he was white haired, I was surprised at how vigorous he looked. And when he slipped that cock deep inside my pussy, filling and stretching me, I learned just how vigorous! He used me for what seemed a long time! His strokes felt like magic and I was climbing toward a lovely orgasm when I noticed Sarah at the doorway, beckoning him. He stopped, and pulled out of me, patting my bare butt and saying, "I'll be right back."

I moaned. One thing a girl doesn't want to hear during sex is something like 'I'll be right back' as the guy walks away! I didn't have long to wait, watching the monitor. The owner stepped out into the hallway, spoke to Sarah, nodded after hearing her, and made a gesture for someone I couldn't see to enter the room. Moments later, I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Entering was the jerk lawyer, and I was being offered to him! Aghast, I watched as Mr. Asshole Jerk dropped his pants and stroked his cock a little to wake it up.

The owner had brought me to the brink of an orgasm, but when the jerk entered me, it was like a cold shower had killed all my ardor. I watched from various angles as his small cock barely penetrated me. I could hear him grunting like a pig as he began thrusting. I almost laughed when his puny penis ejaculated rather prematurely. After he came, his undersized cock quickly wilted and he hastily dressed and plastered a weird smile on his face, trying to look like a stud. He left the room, and my pussy lips quickly closed. Apparently, he hadn't even shot enough into me to drip. Even though the joke was on him, I still felt mortified that he'd been allowed to use me!

After the jerk had left, the owner came back into the room, still displaying his lovely erection, which he quickly buried in my pussy and started fucking. Moaning happily again, I focused on the amazing sensations of that manhood plunging in and out of me. Quickly, his expertise re-created that growing orgasm in my core. If I could have bucked back into his thrusts, I would have, because he was a magnificent fuck! I came hard, babbling nonsense words that were meant to thank him for my pleasure. But they were unintelligible, and quickly replaced by a shriek of joy as I felt him unload in my pussy and womb!

I was grateful that he didn't immediately pull out. He pumped in and out of me more slowly now, not trying to make either of us climax again... just sharing some wonderful closeness. But after a lovely interval, he did back up and out of me and came around the wall to see if I needed a drink of water, which he had handy with a flask and a straw. When I finished, he read something in my expression. "What's going on, 22? Something on your mind?"

I felt silly that he could read me so well, but I said, "Well, yes Sir, since you asked. I was wondering why, of all the people here at this party, you gave me to that one."

He chuckled. "Got to you, did it? Well Sarah got a call from the Gamekeeper, and apparently he knows your history with that other lawyer and instructed her to make sure he used you soon. The reason the Gamekeeper wanted that was because you signed up to be immersed in submission. And that was a perfect way to teach you what submission is all about. Think about it, you didn't fight it, complain about it, or spurn it -- you submitted." After a pause that allowed me to digest his statement, he said, "Tell me, 22. Do you really enjoy sex?"

Again I blushed, but I looked at him and said honestly, "Yes, Sir. I really do."

"Wonderful. Then we'll give you more to enjoy." He stepped out the hallway, and probably contacted Sarah. After a few minutes, Sarah appeared in the doorway and pointed into the room. My eyelids flew up as I saw five or six grinning guys enter. Then my life got busy for a while, as one by one they undressed and fucked me. The owner watched my face as the pummeling of my pussy made most of my muscles contract against the arm and leg restraints as the men came inside me, and I had a climax or two of my own.

When the men left, he started to release my hands as he asked me, "Did you enjoy that, 22?"

I was panting, trying to catch my breath, but I managed to shyly whisper, "It was heavenly, Sir."

He went around the wall to release my legs, then grasped my hips and gently pulled me back out through the rubber gasket so I could stand erect on wobbly legs. "I hope you don't think you're finished yet, 22." I focused as well as I could on his face, listening silently. "You've made most of the men at the party happy now. But the women also have desires, so Sarah is going to take you to each of them, and you'll ask them softly and politely if they'd like you to service them. They know what that question means. We won't restrain your hands, because you may need your fingers as well as your mouth for this task."

Indeed, Sarah did lead me into a large room where the people were enjoying food, drink and dancing. She led me to a woman and silently pointed at her. Clearing my throat, and kneeling on the floor in front of the woman, I shyly asked, "Would you like me to service you, Miss?"

This stranger grinned at me, hiked her skirt up around her waist, stripped off her panties, and slouched back in the chair, which dangled her pussy slightly out over the edge of her seat. All I had to do was lean forward into her musky fragrance. I knew what I liked for guys to do to me, so I decided to try that with her. First I licked and licked her outer pussy lips, feeling them respond by swelling a little. Then with delicate fingertips, I pried her outer lips open and licked her tastier inner lips and openings. When she was sighing happily, I moistened a finger and softly stroked her clit hood, while I pressed my tongue through her vaginal ring and started lapping inside her honey pot. Both actions increased her flow, and I felt her hand caressing my bald head encouragingly. Finally, as her clit head emerged from its hood, I started sucking it gently while I inserted two fingers into her pussy, rubbing the upper wall of her tunnel which was just deep to her clit. Her purring sound transformed into a sort of keening vibration, and her hand pressed harder on my head. When she gasped and started cumming, I pulled my fingers out so my mouth could suck at her cum juices while one of my fingers teased the firm rod of the shaft of her clit. She bucked and shrieked as she climaxed and fed me.

She was the first. In sequence, Sarah led me to the others, and all but two wanted to experienced being serviced by me. I was a very tired, very happy submissive as Sarah led me back to my room for the night. I'd drunk so much pussy juices that I could almost believe that I sloshed as I walked. I remembered the owner saying something like that I'd 'signed up for immersion in submission' -- so that meant that these people were the ones with which I had a contract. Happier, I slept very soundly that night.

The next morning, after I'd showered, taken the pill that Sarah gave me, and eaten my breakfast, Sarah attached my belt chains to my wrists cuffs and told me to report again to the main house and told me which room to enter. "The Gamekeeper is back, and wants to inspect you, I imagine."

When I entered the room in question, I was surprised to see the guy from the convention. Mentally caught off guard, I exclaimed, "You're the Gamekeeper?!" When I saw his expression harden slightly, I gasped at my impertinence. Dropping to my knees, I stated quietly, "I'm very sorry, Sir. Please forgive my outburst of surprise." I took a deep breath and continued, "I meant to say, my name is 22, and I was told to report here. May I inquire if you're the Gamekeeper, Sir?"

Now he smiled that smile that captivated me at the convention. "Nice recovery, 22. I see firsthand that you are learning fast. Come and sit between my feet, so I can offer you a drink." It was a refreshing blend of fruit juices, and I sipped it gratefully, listening rather than talking.

"Both the owner and Sarah reported that you've done an excellent job, both as the chauffeur and at the party. The male and female guests also gave you high marks for the most part -- the women were especially vocal about your marvelous skills." He also took a sip from his drink. "Now I want to sample your body for myself. Go over there and get on my bed."

"Sir, will you unhook the chains from my wrists?" I asked.

He asked, "Have you ever made love with your hands restrained at your sides?"

Demurely, I looked downward and answered, "No, Sir." But inside my heart started thumping fast and the whole idea excited me, because, as I stated earlier he was a very sexy, handsome black man, and I wanted him.

Grinning, he stated, "Then this will be another introduction to an aspect of submission. We still have a few more days on your contract, and now I plan to have you experience as much as I can." Having stated that, he took small padlocks, and ran them between the loop on my wrist cuffs and the chain link near my waist. This pinned my arms very close to my sides. Awkwardly, I climbed onto his bed and rolled onto my back.

He sat on the bed next to me and pulled me to him, and into a more sitting position. His lips claimed my breasts, kissing and licking them. This really turned me on and I kept wanting to raise my hands to hold his head against me, but the padlocks frustrated my attempts. Feeling my muscles fighting the restraints actually added to my excitement, because he was fully in charge and I could only submit and focus on the experience.

Finally, he placed me down onto my back again and got between my legs. He rubbed me for a while with his stiff well-endowed black cock. I raised my head to look down my torso to watch him teasing and playing with my folds. If my hands had been freed, I might've been tempted to reach up and grab his hips and pull him into me. But once again, my restraints prevented that, so I submitted and felt my pussy leaking onto the head of his cock.

When he finally pushed into me after so much anticipation, my eyeballs rolled back in their sockets since the sensation of feeling that hot firm length filling me was so exquisite! It got even better as he slid in and out, over and over. His girth must've tugged at my labia and made that tugging be transmitted to my clit shaft. As he pumped me, I felt the strange but wonderful sensation of my clit being pumped. I tried lifting my pelvis to meet his strokes, but soon tired. He must've liked that angle, because his hands scooped under my butt and lifted my pelvis so he could drive even deeper as my pussy accommodated to him. My hands kept trying to reach up and grab him, with no success. The frustration was actually exciting!

Suddenly I realized that my hands were pinned to my sides, but my legs were both free. Since he was holding up my pelvis, it was relatively easy for me to lift my legs and hook them over his lower back and upper ass. My heels reported each time his muscles contracted for his thrusts. I looked up and saw the lust and appreciation in his eyes. That did it for me! Growling deep in my throat, I came hard on his plunging dick, my legs massaging his back. He laughed, and began pumping faster. It wasn't long before he erupted, driving his seed into my greedy pussy. I don't know how long his orgasm lasted, because the delicious sensations drove any concept of time from my mind. I just opened myself to him and held on with my legs.

After a blissful eternity, he lowered me to the bed again, and slid his length out of me. He kissed me and said, "I have a gift for you, 22." He went to the dresser and came back with a collar that shimmered in the light. He opened it and closed it around my neck. It was snug but not tight. There was a small tool he used to lock it on. He showed me the tool and told me, "If you're very good, I'll give you this tool when you leave, so you'll be able to decide whether or not you'll remove this gift from me."

We cuddled in his bed after that. After a while, he asked, "So in your opinion, how is your week going, 22? Please speak quite freely."

"On the whole I'm enjoying it," I admitted. "But something really bothers me. Our agreement was for one week of immersion as a submissive. I know the metal band and cuffs can be removed. But you had them shave me bald -- even my eyebrows! And now I have 2 permanent tattoos! How could you do that to me? I signed up for one week's experience, not such changes to my body!" My voice turned angry as I spilled out these words.

He laughed. "I admit your hair was beautiful, and made you a unique sexy woman. But to immerse you in submission, it's important to break that mold. Removing your body hair removes your individuality, and sends you spiraling down into submission."

When I opened my mouth to argue again about our contract, he raised his hand to stop me. "If you interrupt me again, before I finish explaining, I'll spank you until your ass flesh is bright red." Cowed, I quickly subsided. "Now, your hair will grow back on your skull, eyebrows and even your pussy. It will not be immediate like next week, but we'll give you a wig that looks like your old hair, and you can pencil in your eyebrows as they're growing back. Whether you keep your pussy clean or not in the future is up to you."

I looked down at the tattoo on my pussy, and also thought about my back, wondering how I'd ever live that down. Some of my sexiest dresses were virtually backless. And unless I only had sex in a dark room in the future, my lovers would see my pussy.

He may have been reading my mind, or at least my body language and facial expressions, because he continued. "I'm glad our little theatrical performance convinced you that you were being tattooed. Our nurse was pressing a nub tipped vibrator on your skin to create the buzzing sound and the feeling of impacts, both on your back and on your mound. The actual designs are stencils which were inked in place. The ink will wear off in a few weeks. You were subjected to what we call a 'mind fuck' and I can see it felt like reality to you and really shook you up."

I felt so relieved and also so chastened and humiliated by my behavior and outbursts that I felt I should submit to a proper punishment. Therefore, with downcast eyes and a humble voice, I whispered, "Sir, do you still want to give me a well-deserved spanking for failing to trust and properly submit to you?"

He rubbed his chin, considering, and I could imagine a gleam in his eye. "Now you're talking like a true submissive, and that pleases me." He freed my hands from my sides. "Go to my wall over there and get that paddle." My legs quivered with a little fear as I obediently fetched that fearsome punishment device. When I handed it to him, he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and propelled me to an adjacent room. There was a large wooden cross shaped like a giant 'X' in the center of the room. Pressing me against it, he commanded, "Raise your hands up along the upper arms."

As I did so he swiftly attached dangling chains to my wrists, tied my ankles out along the lower arms of the 'X' and finally ratcheted my arms up until I was sort of on my tiptoes and very helpless. Once he had me secured, he started swatting my ass with the paddle. If I thought he'd take it easy on me because I'd actually asked for the punishment, I was wrong. It's a good thing he'd chained me well, because I was shrieking, squirming and crying as I received swat after swat. He'd told me he was going to spank me until my ass was bright red, and I learned that he's a man of his word. I felt like my ass was on fire when he finished.

Removing my restraints, he carried me back to his bed, carefully pulled me into his arms, and cuddled me in a manner that made me feel cherished. His words reinforced that feeling. Kissing my forehead he murmured, "You bore that so well, 22. I'm very impressed and proud of you. You actually asked to get a corrective punishment, and even though I know it hurt, you never begged me to stop. You just submitted to it. You're quite remarkable. I had no idea of your potential when you signed up for this week." He kissed me again, very tenderly.

"My bottom, and my heart, feel much better now, Gamekeeper. May I humbly ask if I may service you in any manner? All three of my holes are yours, Sir."

He grinned. "I like your spirit, 22. Yes, get that tube of lube off the shelf over there. I haven't sampled your ass yet." I admit I trembled a little as I got the lube. I don't think I'd ever had a cock with that girth use me anally. But I'd made my offer, and I was determined not to fail.

I needn't have worried. He used the tube to actually inject a load of lube right through my anal ring, and I felt the cool fluid oozing through my rectum. He added more lube right on my anal ring and gradually dilated me with one finger, then two... and maybe even three! By that point he was so aroused that he was fully erect, so he placed himself on his back on the bed. "OK, 22, try this... put your hands behind your head and squat over my cock. Then lower yourself as I aim for your ass hole. When I'm inside you, you can gradually slide down my pole, and stop if it starts to get uncomfortable."

Obeying, I noticed that placing my hands behind my head displayed my tits beautifully, which may have been his intention. As I began to stoop down, I felt the head of his cock nudge my flesh near my butt hole. He made a slight adjustment to the angle of his cock until we both felt it touch my anus. Willing my anal ring to relax, I lowered myself more and more. The feeling of that fat cock penetrating my backside made me gasp and pause. But once its bulbous head was lodged inside me, I ignored any pain and just focused on the pleasure of feeling that shaft slowly filling me as I lowered my hips.

I paused from time to time, taking deep calming breaths, looking into his serene, smiling face. He wasn't rushing me at all. I guess we were both savoring this amazing act of submission -- giving this wonderful man my ass in such a voluntary manner. When it felt like I had most of his cock inside me, and uncertain if I could handle any more, he said, "Perfect. Now go up and down, 22. Use your ass to pump my dick."

I did as he commanded, and I liked it, but my thighs started burning after a while. I finally had to confess, "I'm sorry, Sir, but my legs are getting too fatigued to continue like this."

"No need to be sorry, girl. You're doing great. Rise up off my cock, place yourself face down on the bed, and reach back to spread your ass cheeks wide apart."

As I complied, I felt very naughty exposing my ass like that, and I may have blushed a little, but I was very, very aroused. I wanted that cock back inside my ass again, I wanted him to press his warm body all along my back, and hump my ass until he came. He didn't disappoint me one bit. His warm naked flesh pressed along my back as he humped my ass hole. When his cock started pulsing deep in my ass, and then spewed his warm semen into my rectum, the summation of all those sensations made me climax as well. And my ass contractions as I came may have pleasured him some more.

After we rested together enjoying the afterglow of good sex, he dressed while I stayed naked, and we went to eat. After that, he attached a leash to my collar and gave me a strolling tour of the estate. I was on his leash for the rest of the day. And I wore my new collar with pride as many of the women we walked by waved and commented on it favorably. Seeing Sarah, the Gamekeeper told her, "I want you to schedule number 20 to spend the night with number 22, focusing on making her feel good."

That night, number 20 shyly knocked on my door, asking, "May I service you, 22?" I opened my arms and that ravishing beauty happily stepped into my embrace. Her shyness evaporated as she kissed, licked, and sucked my body, pleasuring me like I was a queen or something. It was a heavenly night.

The next day was my fifth day of my adventure, and I was summoned into the Gamekeeper's presence. Without being told, I lowered myself to my knees, bent forward to hold his ankles as I kissed his feet in submission. When I'd finished and sat back on my haunches, he said, "Well done, 22. Now I want to ask you what else would you like to experience about submission today?"

I thought about that, and, on an impulse, I said, "Sir, the blacksmith said I was lucky that there was a party, because otherwise I'd be working in the fields. May I learn about what working in the fields entails?"

He laughed, leashed me and led me to a place where women were working. There was an overseer there, holding a flogger as he watched. The Gamekeeper told him, "22 here is to work today, but I don't want her to get sunburned. What should we have her do?"

The overseer rumbled his answer. "We're planting potatoes today, so she can hoe the rows and then go back and place the seed potatoes and cover them. I can put sunscreen on her."

"Good," the Gamekeeper said, unleashing me. "Send her to me at dinner time." And he left.

The overseer took sunscreen and started rubbing it on my exposed skin, which was most of my body. He didn't seem to spend any extra time on my tits, ass, or pussy, just nonchalantly doing his job. He then handed me a hoe, showed me the depth I needed to dig, warned me to stay parallel to the other rows a given distance apart. Then I had to stoop or kneel down to place the seed potatoes, pat a covering of dirt over them, and scoot or hobble along to the next place. It was hard, tiring work. When I paused too long resting, I felt the strands of the flogger whip across my back or ass. By dinnertime, I understood what the Blacksmith had meant. I was exhausted but also glad to have learned.

On day six, when the Gamekeeper asked me what else I'd like to learn, my aching muscles voted that we do something less strenuous. So I asked, "Sir, do the guards ever get relief while using the women they guard?"

He chuckled. "Are you asking if the guards have sex with the women?" I nodded, blushing. "You really love sex, don't you, 22?" We both knew that was a rhetorical question, but I did nod. "Very well. I think that's an excellent idea for submission." He collected Sarah, and led us both to a room with some bondage devices. "Get on your hands and knees, 22, and crawl to that device in the center of the room. Sarah, as she does so, lock her into it."

I crawled like a dog, or rather like a bitch in heat, considering what my day was going to be like, to that device. The part nearest the door had a hinged wooden piece with two holes when the hinge was closed. Sarah had me rest my ankles in the lower half circles and then lowered the top section, locking it, trapping my ankles. A similar hinged wooden piece was on the far end of the device, and, resting on my elbows, I placed my wrists into its lower half circles. Sarah lowered its top section, trapping my wrists, and locked me in. I was now caught on my knees and elbows with my bare ass slightly raised. It was obvious that all 3 of my fuck holes were now vulnerable and available, and I was helpless to prevent their usage. "Miss Sarah, may I make a request?" She looked at me, tilting her head to listen and nodding. "May I please be treated by the men simply as fuck meat?"

Sarah grinned and said, "So be it. I'll tell them. I'll now send in the guards and male workers as they become available. It'll probably be one at a time, but it depends on their schedules. I'll check on you from time to time." She gave my chin a loving caress. "It's really nice of you to volunteer to give them relief." After she left, I waited patiently. I could only see the door if I looked hard over my shoulder, so I stopped trying and just waited in heightening anticipation.

When the first guard entered the room, he said "Hot damn!" as he spotted me. His clothes were off in what seemed to be a blink of the eye, and then he was stooped over me, mounting me doggy style. Anxious to fuck me, he used no finesse -- just humped and pounded until he flooded my pussy. Whistling happily, he dismounted, gave my ass a playful slap, dressed and wandered off, saying, "See you, fuck meat," as he left.

The next guy also used my pussy for a while, but then switched to my ass hole. His cock was thinner than that of the Gamekeeper, and slippery with my pussy juices and maybe the other guard's cum. It slid up my ass easily, and he fucked me anally hard and ejaculated his load. After pulling out, he left, never having said a word. Having him casually use me without a word made me really feel like a faceless fuck hole and it strangely thrilled me, just as I'd hoped.

There was a pretty long hiatus before anyone else entered the room. I had to kneel there in my restraints like a patient, obedient fuck toy, wishing someone would relieve my current boredom. My wish was granted when two guys entered at the same time. They must have discussed it ahead of time, because as one of them started fucking my pussy, the other started fucking my mouth. I was trying to focus on the sensations at both ends of my body, which wasn't easy. Then they switched ends. As the mouth guy went to fuck my pussy, the other one shoved his cock into my mouth. I tasted not only his pre-cum but also the familiar taste of my pussy as he fucked my mouth. After a while, he grabbed my head, groaned loudly and shot his sperm down my throat. The other guy then pulled out of my honey pot, came up to my mouth and mouth fucked me for a few minutes before his semen also went down my throat to fill my tummy. As they left, I heard one say to the other, "Sure is nice to have some fresh fuck meat around here." They both laughed as they went down the corridor.

After they left, Sarah stepped in. "How are you doing, 22?" she asked.

"Fine, Miss Sarah, but I could use a drink of water, and I may have to pee," I replied.

"Easily fixed," she assured me. She got me a cup of nice, fresh, cool water and helped me drink it. When I was done, I felt her spread my pussy lips wide apart and press the rim of the cup against part of my vulva. "OK, 22. Go ahead and pee. I'm ready to catch it." Feeling a little embarrassed, I did what I was told, acutely aware of the sound of my pee cascading into the cup. As I finished, my shame intensified into humiliation when Sarah stated, "Just in time, 22. Your next horny guard has been waiting patiently while you urinated."

I had no idea that anyone other than Sarah was witnessing what I'd just done, and my cheeks heated. The guy didn't care. As soon as Sarah was out of the way, he fucked my pussy and then my ass hole until he was ready to cum, then pulled out and squirted his semen onto my back and ass. "Always wanted to paint some fuck meat with my seed," he stated as he left, smiling. Throughout the next several hours, I was made available to any man that wanted to unload, including the Owner and the Gamekeeper. Some played with my tits and clit as they fucked me. Some spewed more semen on my back and thighs. One guy fucked my mouth and as he started to cum, he pulled back and shot his cum all over my face and in my hair! By the time I'd serviced the entire male crew, and I suspect a few of them came back for seconds, I was a filthy mess. Semen was burping out of my ass hole and vagina, and also dripping off my face, back and tits!

Sarah unlocked me and led me to a nearby shower. I thought it was very nice of her to climb in with me, shampoo my hair, and help me soap off all the semen from the rest of my body. I certainly had no complaints about feeling her soft warm hands rubbing any part of my skin. After drying off, still naked I went to the dining hall and got my dinner. As I ate, a few of the men made eye contact, waved and smiled at me. Those gestures of friendliness and acceptance gave me a warm, happy feeling. I slept well that night.

The next morning, as I woke up I realized that this was the last day of my adventure. So when the Gamekeeper ritually asked me what form of submission I wanted to explore for my final day, I replied, a little embarrassed to voice this, "I'd like to service any of the women on the estate that want it. Either giving or receiving, Sir."

I loved seeing that huge grin on his face as he chuckled again. "I rather predicted a statement like that from you, 22. You are sure a sweet, horny fuck whore." He picked up the phone. When he had someone on the line, he said, "It's as we guessed," and he hung up the phone. We waited. Within five minutes the door opened and Sarah strolled in. She walked to a chair in the far corner of the room and sat down.

Facing me, she forcefully ordered, "Get down on your hands and knees and crawl over here and eat my pussy, slut!"

Startled at her commanding voice, I got to my knees as quickly as I could. It was still humiliating to be watched by two people as I crawled naked across the room. When I reached her chair, I found that she had her knees together, blocking my access to her pussy. "Miss Sarah, I can't get at your pussy," I whispered, unsure about touching her with my hand to part her legs.

She grinned as she stared down at me, groveling in front of her. "Beg me for it, slut! Convince me you want it!" she commanded.

I remembered how nice she'd been to me all week, and how, as Assistant Gamekeeper she'd looked out for my welfare and taken care of me. With these thoughts uppermost in my mind, I spoke loudly, "Miss Sarah, please, please let me eat your pussy! I beg you to give me access to that lovely pussy of yours! Your fragrance is in my nostrils and its like an aphrodisiac! My tummy yearns to be filled with your juices and cum! Please open your legs for me and grant me access, Miss!" I actually wanted this so much that I felt a tear trickle from my eye.

Smiling now, Sarah silently parted her thighs, and her delicious pussy came into view. I shuffled forward and first I carefully kissed her there. My soft kisses quickly became fervent. My tongue wetly caressed her folds as I listened to her sighs. When I saw her clit head begin to emerge from its sheltering hood, I knew her arousal was building. Now my tongue probed through her folds, washing and licking the area around her vaginal ring in a teasing manner. I felt Sarah's hand come to my head, pressing a little, signaling she wanted more. This was the time to plunge my tongue deep into her now gooey honey pot, curling my tongue tip up to press and lick the wall deep to her clit. As I was tonguing her, and swallowing what she was feeding me, I was exhaling warm air through my nose onto her clit, and letting my nose press and nudge her clit head.

"Oh my god!" she cried out, pressing my head harder against her swollen pussy lips so my tongue could flick deeper inside her and my nose bump her clit more firmly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes... oh Yes! There... there... I'm... ahhhh... I'm..." The rest of her vocalizations were nonsense sounds as she climaxed into my eager mouth. I was busy swallowing, feeling the muscles in her thighs contract and quiver as she pressed them against my head, her back arching as she let go of her control and savored her release. It was a while before she slumped and moved her hand and thighs away from my head, but I was in no hurry. After I cleaned her sopping pussy as well as I could, I went back to gentle kisses.

"My god... that was delightful, 22," Sarah murmured. "Thank you."

"Sarah, don't forget that 22 wants to experience the submission of pleasuring any of the women of the estate that want it," the Gamekeeper reminded her.

After that, I had another busy day as many women took me up on my offer. Unlike Sarah, they weren't commanding me. So I showed them that pretty much all their skin was an erogenous zone. They experienced me pleasuring their ears, cheeks, eyelids, napes, spines, arms, fingers, thighs, knees, legs and feet, before I turned my attention to their now very receptive tits, asses, mounds and pussies. I gleefully delivered orgasm after orgasm. A few of them reciprocated, especially if they wanted to experiment with my alternate erogenous zones as practice. After all, they were learning a new skill, and my body reactions were gratifying to them as well as me.

As the day was drawing to its end, I was summoned to the Gatekeeper's office. As I stood in the doorway, knocking, he said, "Ah, hello Sylvia. Please come in and have a seat."

I was taken aback being called 'Sylvia' rather than '22' and to be honest, a little sad. "He's summoned me here to send me home," I thought. But like a good little submissive, I went to the chair and sat down, focusing my attention on him. "Do I have to be blindfolded and rolled up in a blanket for my journey home?" I asked, with a mischievous twinkle in my eye to let him know I was teasing a little.

He laughed a very hearty laugh. "Of course, we could do that again, if that would make you happy, Sylvia. Or we could let you ride in comfort and enjoy the scenery. But I have you here to ask you, "What are you going home to do?"

I was perplexed, "Huh? I'm not sure what you're asking. My week of experience is over, so I'm heading back home to finish up what vacation I have left, and then go back to my job. Why are you asking?"

"I wanted to share an alternative with you. The estate owner, Sarah and I have watched you very carefully all this week. You're a great submissive, but we saw that you have a lot more to offer. You keep cool in emergencies, you care for the other people here, showing that you want them to be nurtured and happy. So you are very sensitive to breeding needs, and you have a legal mind to help with control of idiots and squelching unwanted behaviors."

I could feel my eyelids raise very high as I stared at him. "That sounds like a job description for a... for a..." I couldn't bring myself to say the word.

"For a Gamekeeper, or an Assistant Gamekeeper, yes Sylvia. You see, Sarah wants to retire, so I'll need a new Assistant Gamekeeper. She's willing to stay on long enough to train you. We know you're a lawyer, and we'd also like to hire you in that capacity. This country will honor your current legal license and the salary will be one and one half times your current salary at your legal firm."

I couldn't believe how tempting that offer was. I thought back to clerks dropping off crap cases on my desk. I considered how dull and boring that life had become. I compared that to how alive this place made me feel, even when having my head shaved, having my body and wrists cuffed, that weird gasket wall and being used by the owner, driving the car while naked and handcuffed, working in the fields and getting flogged, servicing so many people -- it certainly wasn't dull at all! But there was one thing I really had to ask. "Ummm... if I'm Assistant Gamekeeper, that means I'd overlook the breeding of our animals... but what about...?" A shyness took me and I couldn't look him in the eye and finish that sentence.

He had excellent 'people skills' and intuited what I wanted to know. "You can include your own breeding as you see fit, since we want you healthy and alert. You can also take on the role of fuck meat any time you so desire. And also as the Assistant Gamekeeper, I'm afraid you'll have to fuck the actual Gamekeeper quite often -- I know he'd love that." That guy knew how to push my buttons -- mentally, externally, and internally. I read the contract quite thoroughly this time. It was everything he'd promised... and more. I signed. Time has passed and I love my life now. When I'm working on legal matters, I'm identified as Sylvia, of course, because of my legal license. But as Assistant Gamekeeper, I was told to pick a name rather than be called '22' any more. I decided that I liked now being addressed as Sarah, and I try every day to live up to her caring, nurturing reputation.