Instead, she had been seduced by Stone, who offered a more brutal and cunning slavery, but ultimately, a more superficial one, based on impersonal lust. Not love.
She hoped, one day, to talk to Mr. Stone...Master Stone again. Though she wasn’t sure what she’d say. Thank you for opening her eyes and helping her take the plunge into her true nature? Or maybe she would just ask him why he didn’t love her.
She thought she loved him, when it was Johnny all along.
She had been confused. Was Stone confused? Did he love someone else? Had he ever loved? Another thing to ask. If she had the chance.
If her new Master, her rightful Master, gave her the chance.
He was snoring even now, cuffed to her. Two bodies, two souls, sacred linked in the great exchange of power. Dreams of discipline. Dreams of punishment. Sweet, sweet punishment, now and always.
Sheila and her lover, her husband, her lord...and owner. Together forever. Just as she had always wanted it.
And needed it.
EPILOGUE
Jeremy sipped his brandy. The nude slave busied herself in the kitchen while his host passed him a cigar. He had to admit, the transformation in Sheila was remarkable. She glowed with peace, joy and happiness, but at the same time, there was in her a crisp discipline, an eagle-eyed attentiveness to her new Master that surpassed anything he had ever achieved with his own formidable methods.
Willingly, he conceded that Johnny Tremaine had won the bet the two of them had made and tonight was going to be the night to finally admit it. Though he did still intend to turn the final profit on the deal.
“Lad, you’re going to be of great help to me, you know,” he said. “We are going to use you to train slaves in our secret facilities. That is, assuming you would like to make a few million extra dollars from myself and my wealthy slave trading friends?”
“I’m not adverse to money,” Johnny grinned. He sat himself down, snapping his fingers. At once, his lovely wife came from the kitchen to light their cigars.
Stone toyed with her nipple rings as she bent over. Her breasts bore lovely marks, fresh and red from a cane. Her pussy was marked, as well, and cleanly shaven. Johnny had inserted labia rings in his wife and a belly ring, too.
Sheila made no effort to interfere as he played with the gold rings. She was Johnny’s property and freely available to guests. Interestingly enough, Johnny had seen his way clear to sharing her now that ownership was clearly established. He could have sex with Sheila whenever he liked. Anyone could have sex with Sheila if they asked Johnny first and Sheila liked that. It made her feel more a slave, more owned by her husband.
As soon as the cigars were lit, Sheila went back to Stone. Kneeling, head down, she kissed the tops of his shoes. She then put her face to his crotch, gently rubbing her cheek. He opened his trousers and fed her his cock. She took it eagerly.
“So what exactly did you have in mind?” Johnny wanted to know.
“It’s pretty straightforward,” Stone said, letting Sheila run her mouth up and down his shaft. “Captured beauties, chains, whips, Arab slave markets, the usual.”
Sheila slurped busily. He didn’t intend on coming, just enjoying the pleasant stimulation. She was entertainment, that’s all.
“Is that all?” Johnny laughed.
“You get to travel the world, too, and share your expertise,” Stone pointed out.
“And what expertise do I have? I have only had one slave and a few part-time subs.”
“You have a gift. That’s all that matters.”
“I appreciate the compliment. But you’re the one who really has the experience.”
“I have an empire to run. And I don’t have your touch. You’ve done wonders with this little slut. I thought I would have to send her off on the fast track to oblivion; you managed to make her brand new. And I will bet you can keep on doing it, too.”
“I love her, that’s my only secret.”
“So you used that to help you. Take Sheila with you; let her be the model, whatever. You could see the world at the same time. And the money, don’t forget the money.”
“I know...money.”
Sheila was like a vacuum, even better than before when he had her for himself. Johnny had been teaching her, clearly. “Money, right. And all the slave sex you want.”
“Slave sex?”
“You would have to test out the bitches you train, right?”
“Well, if you put it that way. But I thought you wanted me here in the home office.”
“Frankly, you make me nervous. You might get ideas and try to replace me.”
Johnny laughed. “That will be the day.”
“Seriously, this experience will get you ready in case you do end up in my shoes.”
“Slave training will help me be a CEO?”
“Absolutely. This will solidify your dominating side. You have to have that to succeed.”
“Of course. Say, Jeremy, can I borrow back my slut for a bit?”
“If you must.” Jeremy zipped himself up. “Although you have to let me watch.”
“Naturally.”
Johnny didn’t have to give his wife any instructions. It must have been a set routine for this time of night. Crawling to him on all fours, she removed his shoes and socks. Lifting his left foot to her mouth, she began to clean it with her tongue. She licked the bottom of it and sucked each of the toes. She was very thorough, and when she was done, she dried it with her hair.
She repeated the routine on his other foot. When this was done, she returned to all fours, sideways. Johnny put his feet on her utilizing her as a foot rest. Stone watched with admiration and lust. Her breasts hanging down, her belly undulating, her fine ass so pert. Her hair, silky and fine, her lips puckered. He wanted inside her, and for a moment there, he felt genuine jealousy, as if he didn’t have all the things in the world already.
Before long he found himself asking for Sheila back again, and this time, he was inside her, mounting her from behind. She moaned for him, and he smacked her ass as he pumped her hard. Johnny stroked his own cock, enjoying the show. He came into her like gangbusters. While he gathered his wits, sipping his brandy and working on the cigar, Sheila sucked her husband off, giving him a sweet, lazy blowjob.
Watching made him hard again. This time he came in Sheila’s mouth while Johnny took her vaginally. There was nothing like slave sex. He couldn’t get enough of it. It was after five before he finally went home. The next day, he invited them out for dinner.
They enjoyed steak and a toast. To love and lust. And the great opportunities for making money in slavery. They invited Mr. Jones along, too, just for fun. Sheila had a soft spot in her heart for him, after all.
It was a happy ending, at least for people who lived their lives for domination. They centered themselves around punishment. It was their intoxicant and aphrodisiac. Maybe an addiction, too.
But who could deny the pleasure? Was there any other point to life?
Not for Stone and not for Sheila or Jones or Johnny, either. And not for lots of other people, if they would only admit it.
In the end, he was a public servant, a crusader and maybe even a saint.
Saint Jeremy.
Now there was an irony if ever he heard one.
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