A Good Girl Becomes a Slave Pt. 03

Continued from part 2

"29! Come in and sit here on the floor next to Me." 9 was engaged in cock worship and I could see she was working on a slow buildup. she had a harness over her head with a ring gag that prevented her from closing her mouth. she was making long licking strokes on His cock and balls and was not taking His cock into her mouth.

Owner was middle-aged, perhaps in his 40s, fit and tan. He had salt and pepper hair cut short and a short beard that matched. He was smiling at me. His cock was average sized, circumcised, and the pubic area was clean shaven, no doubt a task that a slave performed. 9's drool glistened on his cock and was dripping down to His balls when she expertly licked it up with her tongue.

I knelt down and said "Owner, may I have your Cum?"

"No, 9 is doing quite well and she will get the prize tonight."

There were several slaves in the room, perhaps more than I had seen at one time so far. Some had obvious duties: one had a tray with a bottle of wine and a glass; another had a tray of snacks. But there were 3 others that were just standing there in obvious distress. They appeared to be in pain yet they were not restrained and there was no visible source for pain. Tears were flowing and one was sobbing. Apparently their job was to suffer as entertainment for Owner.

Owner saw me looking and decided to explain. "They each have an inflatable butt plug with electrodes in their ass. With this remote control, I can inflate the plug or give them a shock. If they don't continue to stand, they will be punished. You'll have first hand experience with it soon enough." Something to look forward to, I thought.

"Your service to Me tonight will be your brain. I am going to question you and I want honest and thoughtful answers, not canned responses. You may speak freely as long as you maintain a respectful tone. Do you understand?"

"Yes Owner."

"And you may address me as 'Sir' tonight. It's a little less cumbersome."

"Yes Sir."

"Now then, why are you here?"

"Because you purchased me Sir."

"Yes, that's true but give me the bigger story, the background."

"I've always had a submissive nature, a desire to serve Men. My Daddy helped me understand my nature and as we explored it, it became clear that I was meant to be a Man's slave, Sir."

"Every slave I own has a similar story. you were a Biology major in college, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Would you say that submissiveness to Men is intrinsic to the nature of a female? In her DNA perhaps?"

"Yes Sir. There is biological, historical and cultural evidence that most women want to submit to Men."

"Historical evidence?"

"All through history women have been slaves of Men in all but name. They have had fewer rights and privileges and have been subject to punishment by their husbands for misbehavior. This is true in the present as well as the past. For much of history and the world today, when a woman gets married she is giving herself in bondage to a Man, Sir."

"I see. How do you feel about the what life is like for women in Afghanistan and the Arab countries today?

"I think their position in their culture is correct. They are effectively property of Men, sometimes their fathers or husbands, sometimes the State. I don't necessarily feel that the Men in those countries are good stewards of the property they own, though, Sir.

"In what way?"

"The purpose of women is to serve Men in all ways. Prohibiting women from getting an education and being employed hampers their ability to serve their Man."

"I agree. It is your intellect and education that is enteraining me right now. Are you suggesting that I allow you to be employed?"

"Not suggesting but obviously all options for my use are at your disposal, Sir."

"What do you think about the misogynist talking heads that fill the media these days?"

"I think they are a bellwether of things to come."

"Are there other strong traits that you feel are intrinsic to most of the female population?"

"Yes Sir. Jealousy, competitiveness, tendency to gossip, cattiness, vanity, and bitchiness, to name a few."

"All negative traits. Do you feel we have effectively dealt with the undesirable traits here?"

"Yes Sir."

"How?"

"There are severe punishments for any kind of behavior related to these negative traits. And by silencing us, you remove the ability to gossip or be catty. You have also deprived us of our ability to enhance our appearance, which is a source of competitiveness, Sir."

"So would you agree that I have enhanced the desirable trait of submission and dampened the undesirable traits? Because of the restrictions, you slave behave better than a free woman in society?"

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Good girl. Now present yourself for inspection."

I stood up immediately, stood with my legs spread, my hands behind my head and my mouth open. Owner started inspecting me like someone would inspect a horse they were considering buying, except there were moments of tenderness mixed with moments of pain.

He kissed the back of my neck and ears while His hands caressed my body from my udders to my pussy. Then He gave me some hard spanks on my ass and shoved His fingers into my open mouth, causing me to gag. He kissed me gently on the cheek and spanked me hard on the front of my thighs and pussy. He grabbed my nipples, pinching and lifting them until I cried out. Then He kissed and sucked them into His mouth and bit on them.

His finger went back to my cunt, stroking between the lips over the clit and into my cunt. He continued doing this slowly and seductively. I was getting quite excited but knew I didn't have permission to cum. He continued this erotic torture for several minutes while I mentally worked hard to prevent my body from succumbing.

"If I allow you to taste my Cum this evening, you are allowed to orgasm. No other circumstances."

"Thank you Sir."

"Now get down and participate in My cock worship."

I did so and He snapped His fingers and motioned to 22 to join us. We were like 3 pigs eating at a trough, trying to find a way to get our mouths or tongues on Owner's prize. He slid out on the couch a bit and I dove for His rectum, pushing His cheeks apart so I could get deeper. I pushed my tongue as hard as I could and He relaxed his rectum to let it inside.

I was so turned on by now I was sure my pussy was dripping onto the carpet. I desperately wanted a taste of that delicious white fluid that Men bestow on women that please them. I wanted to be one of those privileged few.

I started tracing my tongue from His sack back to his rectum and beyond, trying to make His crack wet with my saliva. Owner's cock was deep into 9's throat and she was gagging and struggling to breathe. 22 was licking His balls like a dog licks a bone. The three of us were apparently doing the job because Owner started to arch on the couch, moan and then I felt the cum jet out of His balls and into 9's throat. Owner bucked and forced 9's head all the way so her lips were against His belly. I was afraid that all of the white gold was going to go down her throat.

Finally Owner relaxed and allowed 9 off of His cock. she coughed and choked but managed to breathe. Her head was tilted back to preserve the remaining Cum in her mouth. Owner had his eyes closed and I wasn't sure He was conscious but He said "Share it."

9 still had the head harness on and couldn't swallow. 22 and I both put our mouths under her chin like baby birds begging their mother for food. 9 tilted her head forward and a sliver of cum dripped out of her mouth into 22's and then mine.

My body is well-trained: I came as soon as the precious fluid was in my mouth, quietly convulsing on the floor. Neither of the other two had permission so they restrained themselves. 22 and I swallowed but 9 was unable to and resumed her position looking upwards so to not spill any more of her prize. she was left that way for some time.

We patiently waited for Owner to give us orders. After a time, He said "I have to piss. 29, assume the urinal position. Spill any and you'll be punished."

I leapt to a kneeling position with my mouth open. Owner put His lovely cock in my mouth and I closed my lips around it. The piss started flowing fast and hard but Daddy had trained me with a garden hose and I swallowed continuously as it entered my mouth. After Owner finished, I sucked the tip of His cock dry and sat back on my heels, head bowed, arms behind my back.

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There was no way to easily measure the passage of days in the slave quarters. There were clocks in every room so slaves could be on time for appointments, but no calendars and no celebration of holidays or birthdays. We were not permitted paper or writing utensils so no way to count days or keep a diary. (Note: for the purpose of writing this story, I was provided with an old laptop with no network connectivity and the wrong date set.) So when I was assigned to work in the farm fields, I didn't know how long I had been there.

Since we would be outside, we were given one piece jumpsuits to put on with no underwear, and wide-brimmed hats. When we were all dressed, we were marched barefoot to a field of lettuce which we were told was to be weeded. Hoes were available but most of the work was done either bending over or on our knees. Overseer went with us to supervise. A trough was brought along and filled with water. We were permitted to drink whenever we wanted but were given no cups. When we need to pee, we would unzip the back of the jump suit and squat.

The work was hot and back-breaking. Only healthy slaves were assigned this duty and the Overseer had a single-tail with Him in case He felt any of us were getting sluggish. Drones circled overhead to prevent spectators and ensure we were all working hard.

Lunch was also served in a trough and we ate on our hands and knees like pigs. The food was a cold stew, similar to the slop that pigs eat.

It seemed like we were out there for days when the Overseer finally yelled "March back!" When we got back to the Storage room, we stripped off our onesies and put them into a hamper. slaves would launder them tomorrow. We were permitted to shower before supper. Supper was once again nutritious but boring. I was starting to think how nice it would be if Owner bought a slave that was once a gourmet chef.

I was exhausted but knew that it would not be restful on the wall. But before I could mount myself, Overseer said "29, I have a special job for you tonight. I want you to rest for 20 minutes and then see Me for instructions."

I was unable to nap but I did rest. Overseer was on the other side of the room so I went over and presented myself. He finished giving instructions to the slave He was talking to and turned to me.

"I have a special job for you this evening. you are going to entertain a special client, the son of one of Owner's business associates. He has just turned 18 and His father wants Him to have His first experience with a submissive woman. That's you."

"Get yourself made up with evening makeup and perfume. I brought a rack of dresses in your size over there. Find one that makes you look good. If you need the other slaves to help you, let me know. See Me when you are ready."

It had been some time since I dressed for an evening "date" and I did get 6 to help me. There were no mirrors in the Storage room so I had to rely on 6 to tell me I looked "acceptable" (our language regarding our appearance was severely restricted).

I presented myself to Him and He nodded His approval. "This will probably be His first experience with a submissive woman. He has dated girls in college but they were all vanilla and "unskilled". If He is shy, take the lead. I would like you to lead Him into His Dominance and teach Him what kind of woman He deserves. Do you have any questions?"

"Yes Sir, may I orgasm?"

"You have no constraints on your behavior this evening, other than what I've instructed."

"And what is His name, Sir?"

"Jeremy."

I entered the Torture room in a slow walk and saw Him perusing some of the torture equipment on the walls. It was clear there were things there He had never seen and were not aware of their purpose. I walked slowly towards Him. He turned, took in my appearance and smiled. I was smiling already.

He was a good looking young Man and I felt attracted to Him on sight. He was tall and slender, dressed casually. He looked fit and had a handsome face, brown eyes and brown hair. He looked like a boy and a Man at the same time.

"Hello Jeremy. I am your date for this evening."

"Hi. Wow, you are very attractive."

"Thank you. I'm glad you like my appearance because what you see is all Yours tonight."

I walked close to Him so He could smell my perfume. "Would you like to kiss me?"

He didn't answer but took me by the shoulders and pressed His lips against mine. Our lips parted and His tongue explored my mouth. I met His tongue with mine and we both enjoyed the kiss.

I lowered my hand to his crotch and gripped it gently, discovering the 18-year-old-rock-hard cock inside His pants, straining to be released. The move surprised Him and He moved back from the kiss. I pressed my cheek against His and whispered softly to Him. "I am yours to do with as you please. you are a Man now and I am a woman that knows Her place. Use me, command me, enjoy me, Master."

I felt like it wouldn't be long before He lost His load so I suggested that we move to the comfortable seating on the other side of the room. I knelt on a pillow, put my hands behind my back, looked up at Him and said, "What are your orders, Master?"

"Please take off your dress."

I stood and my dress was off in a flash. Of course, there was nothing under it. I heard Him take a breath as His eyes took my body in.

"Sir, may I undress you?" I asked.

Ne nodded and I pulled down his jeans and underwear. His young cock sprang to attention. I grabbed it with my right hand and started stroking, my left hand positioned to catch his Cum. A dozen strokes and He gave up His load, moaning and jerking. I caught it all and He slumped into one of the easy chairs.

I gave Him a minute to recover and then said "Master, may I drink your cum?"

He was obviously stunned but nodded, His eyes transfixed on my cummy hand. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth and raised my left hand over my head. I tilted it and shook it a bit to get the flow started and let it drip into my waiting mouth.

Most of it was in my mouth now and I licked and sucked the remaining drops off my hand. I showed Him my prize and swallowed and smiled at Him.

He was flaccid and spent but I knew it wouldn't take long for Him to recover and I wanted to accelerate that. "Master, may I worship Your cock and balls?" I asked.

He was flushed in the face now and nodded again. I started by sucking the last drops of cum off the head of His cock and then started to kiss His balls, looking into His eyes. My kisses turned to licks and sucking and then I moved up to His cock, kissing all over it. He was starting to harden already and it wasn't long before I could take His glorious 18-year-old cock deep into my mouth, making long strokes and following with strokes from my finger and thumb, circled around the girth.

I drew things out for some time, waiting for His body to create a new batch of white gold. Once I felt like He had enough to ejaculate, I started making my strokes faster and deeper, taking His entire length in each stroke. It was obvious that He had not experienced anything like what I was doing because His eyes were wide open. He was breathing hard and fast. I decided to come up for air every 3 strokes and give Him some verbal encouragement.

"All 3 of my holes are here for your enjoyment."

"If you allow me, I will put my tongue in your ass."

"You may used me in any way you want. Slap me, spank me, fuck me, whip me, tie me up. I am your willing toy."

It was too much. His cock pulsed hard while deep in my throat and His Cum squirted down my throat. There was much less fluid this time but because of that, the orgasm was more intense for Him.

I suggested that we move to a couch and while He recovered, I caressed His body with my fingers and mouth and by pulling and pinching on my own nipples. I watched His eyes to see what He reacted to and when I saw a flicker of sadism in them, I started slapping my udders and pussy. Unbelievably, His cock started to harden again. I took His hand and put it on my udder. "Squeeze it until I cry."

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Three days had passed and I still had bruises on my udders and ass. Jeremy had turned out to be a fast learner. There was no field work that day so many of us were mounted on the wall with our nose rings. Overseer was in a sadistic mood and had put shock collars on all of us and was amusing Himself by shocking us and watching us jerk.

After a few hours of that, He came up behind me and said "29, you did well with Jeremy the other night. Owner has reviewed the video and is pleased; you will be rewarded with one-on-one time with Him in the future."

I was overjoyed! Not only had my Owner been pleased with me but He was going to spend time with me alone! For me, I had just been given the ultimate gift. Or would be.

"Jeremy obviously had a good time too and wants to see you again. He's coming to the compound tonight. You will prepare yourself as before. This will be the last time you will be permitted to see Him. Explain it to Him. And continue to give Him guidance about Men and women. Take a box of condoms with you."

"Yes Sir"

I entered the Torture room that evening and Jeremy was already there, seated on a couch. I went to Him, knelt, removed His shoes and socks, and started kissing His feet. He was silent, watching me intently.

"Master, I have been ordered to offer you advice. May I speak freely?"

"Yes, of course."

"Master, you are a Man of privilege and will become a Man of influence and power. You should never waste time with a women that are not willing to do what I am doing right now, figuratively and literally."

He nodded. "How do I find women like this, like you?"

"They will come to you, like moths to a flame. Women are drawn to Men of power. Some will try to control you and some will want to submit to you. Seek the latter and avoid the former."

"How do I tell the difference?"

"Look for signs in how they behave towards you. Ignore physical beauty. Women know that beauty is a means of controlling Men. Dispose of any woman that displays jealousy or possessiveness or acts like a Diva or is prideful."

"Dispose of?"

"Yes, Master. Women are disposable commodities. Avoid any emotional attachment to any woman. Society would have you believe that everyone should fall in love and get married, but that is not true of Men like you."

"Do I need women in my life at all?

"Yes Master. you have urges and will continue to have them. The right kind of woman will provide you with pleasure and release without reluctance or conditions."

"Is this why your Owner won't let me see you again?"

"Yes. He may allow you to see other slaves but not Me. He wants you to get used to women as disposable sex objects."

By now, I had lowered His pants and had stroked His cock to hardness again. I took one of the condoms and put it on His cock with my mouth.

"What's this for?" He asked.

"The women here in this compound are safe, but beyond these walls are women want to bear your child and some will lie to you about birth control. A condom will let you decide if you want children. As an added benefit, they will protect you from disease. Be careful to wear one until you can be absolutely sure about the woman you are with."

"And now Master, if it would please You, I'd like to offer my ass to you for fucking."

Again, Jeremy demonstrated that He was a quick learner. Of course He came after 10 strokes in my tight ass, filling the condom. As He lay back on the couch, I removed it from His flaccid cock and sucked the contents into my mouth and down my throat. Then I cleaned His cock carefully of any remaining Cum.

As He lay there, enjoying my caresses, He said "I will never forget you. May I know your name?"

"Of course, Master. My name is 29."