by Ella Ford
Chloe felt Ashley spasm beneath her as her tongue began it’s work, at first moving in long, slow strokes, before eventually honing in on her most sensitive area and focusing attention there. Ashley, screamed! Chloe felt her friend grip her thighs, pulling her back hips back and down. Oh God! thought Chloe, as Ashley’s tongue found its way into her throbbing pussy.
The two girls locked their bodies together, eager tongues thirsty for the taste of the other. Their breathing quickened in unison, their passion rising to an inevitable climax. Chloe found herself remembering the video, remembering the submissive girls, remembering the thrill of receiving and responding to instructions. Her mind reeled and she licked Ashley harder and harder before finally her body went rigid as her orgasm exploded. Her legs tensed around Ashley’s head, her arms gripped Ashley tighter to her own mouth. Sure enough, she felt Ashley succumb as well, her own body tightening around Chloe like a flesh vice. The two girls became a single entity, enraptured in lust and release, an embrace so complete and perfect that it surely couldn’t last. Yet it continued, drawing them together, drowning them in the juices of their passions. Finally, they relaxed and fell apart, limbs still entwined, limp and ineffectual.
“Oh shit, Chloe…” Ashley was the first to speak, minutes later. “What just happened?”
Chloe rolled over and gazed at her friend, playfully tracing a finger around her exposed nipple. She smiled, “I told you, I was horny, that’s all.”
Glancing beyond Ashley, Chloe was shocked, but not really surprised, to find that the little red webcam light was on. As she stared at it, it winked off. The unseen voyeur was clearly satisfied.
Chapter 3
After recovering her wits, Ashley nervously picked up her clothes and shoes, told Chloe she would catch up with her on Monday and hurriedly left the room. Chloe remembered that her housemate was heading off for a long weekend with friends, and felt a relief that there would be no awkward postmortem of their encounter.
She lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Chloe didn’t regret what they’d done, but she would be the first to admit it was out of character. She wondered what Melissa would say? About Ashley, about the Alpha Exchange. She suspected her friend wouldn’t approve.
She sat up, intending to get dressed and fix herself something to eat. As she stood, she noticed that the email icon on her computer was highlighted. She sat down at her desk and opened up the email. It was from an unknown email address: [email protected]. The email read:
Chloe,
We are delighted to inform you that a buyer has been found for your services. A most important client with whom we seldom do business.
A car will be sent to your house at 8am sharp tomorrow morning. You will be prepared for collection and not a single second late. This client does not like to be kept waiting. We have arranged for a package to be delivered that will contain your outfit for tomorrow. Please ensure that you are wearing this, and ensure you bring no other belongings.
Elizabeth Davenport
As she read the email, the doorbell rang, causing her to jump. She stood, grabbed a robe and raced out into the hallway, hoping she didn’t bump into Ashley. Her friend was nowhere to be seen. She opened the door to find a delivery driver holding a plain, brown package.
“Thank you miss,” the delivery man said, handed her the package and turned to leave.
Dumbstruck, Chloe took the package and closed the door. Hurrying back into her room, she closed the door behind her and placed the package down on her bed. Leaning back against her desk, she stared at the package for many minutes, not wanting to open it and plunge herself deeper into the world of the Alpha Exchange. Finally, she plucked up the courage and gingerly plucked apart the brown wrapping paper.
The package contained a box, high quality, white and tied with a plain red ribbon. Chloe pulled at the ribbon and opened the box, not entirely sure what to expect. She found herself somewhat relieved to find that it was indeed only clothes - a short, black skirt; white blouse; a black bra; a pair of black, seamed stockings with suspender belt and a pair of shiny, black stiletto heels. She noted, without a great deal of surprise, that the package contained no panties.
Exhausted by the day’s events, Chloe showered and had an early night. She was sure to set her alarm for 6am, giving her plenty of time to prepare herself. She expected to lie awake worrying about the next day, but actually fell asleep straight away and had a pleasant, dreamless sleep.
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At 6am she awoke, remembered why she was waking at such an ungodly hour and took a quick, cold shower to kickstart her mind. She spent the first hour doing her hair and makeup, something she normally didn’t spend too much time on. For this particular job, she reckoned that making an effort was warranted. She settled on a bright red lipstick and dark, smokey eyes. She thought she looked a little like a hooker, but didn’t think that entirely inappropriate, given the circumstances. She tied her long blonde hair back into a tight ponytail, lacking any specific instructions about what to do with it.
Finally, she dressed in the outfit that had been delivered. She was relieved to find that everything was her exact size, even the shoes.
At 7:45, she paused to look at herself in the mirror. The skirt was incredibly short. She dreaded sitting down in it, especially wearing no panties, but it did make her legs look amazing. She worried a little about her stocking tops showing, but with a little wiggling and limiting herself to short steps, she could probably keep them hidden. Besides, she got the impression that modesty was not an important quality in an Alpha Exchange acquisition..
On a whim, she adopted the submissive pose - legs slightly spread, arms folded behind her back - and inspected her reflection. Oh boy, she thought excitedly, enjoying how obedient she looked, this is real.
At 8am sharp, the doorbell rang. A single ring, no urgency. She suspected that it would not ring a second time and hurried to the door. Pausing briefly to collect herself, she turned the handle and opened it.
Standing on the doorstep was a young man in a chauffeur outfit. He bowed his head slightly and removed his cap, gesturing to the car waiting in front of the house. Chloe stepped out of the door, closing it behind her and took a deep breath.
“Do I need anything else?” she asked the driver.
“Just you ma’am,” the driver replied with a pleasant smile and motioned for her to walk to the car. Chloe was faintly aware that the old lady next door was sitting on her porch chair and eyeing her intently. She didn’t really care, her attention was focused on the car, which was probably the most impressive car she’d ever seen.
It sat by the side of the road in her tatty neighbourhood, gleaming in the early morning sun. It was onyx black, shot through with chrome detailing, old fashioned yet somehow modern looking. The windows were tinted to the same colour as the rest of the car, preventing her from seeing if anyone else was inside. She had a moment of self-doubt, suddenly questioning what on earth she was getting herself into. She stopped walking, considered for a moment, and then continued. The driver scurried around her as she approached the car and grabbed the rear door handle to open it for her.
“Ma’am,” he gestured into the car. Chloe thanked him and bent her knees, turning her body to enter the car in the most dignified way possible given the skirt she was wearing. She sat inside, and pulled her feet in after her, keeping her knees together. Phew, she thought.
As her eyes adjusted to the inside of the car, she realised that she was not alone. Sitting opposite her on the rear facing set of seats, was another woman. She was somewhat older than Chloe, maybe mid-thirties and deeply attractive. Her dark hair was gathered in a serious looking bun, and she wore an outfit not entirely different from Chloe’s own - tight white blouse, tight grey skirt and tan stockings. Chloe was drawn to her eyes, deep glistening pools of darkness, looking Chloe up and down as Chloe stared into them.
“Hello Chloe,” the woman spoke, revealing a British accent that Chloe quickly recognised as the
voice from the interview yesterday. “You can call me Elizabeth, I coordinate the activities of the Alpha Exchange.”
“Hello Mistress,” Chloe responded without thinking. She blushed.
Elizabeth smiled, “Very good, but Elizabeth will do for now,” she turned her attention to a clipboard she was holding. “Now, some details about your acquisition.”
Chloe glanced outside and realised that the car was moving and she hadn’t even noticed. It was smooth and quiet, barely even a whisper as it drove through the waking streets of her neighbourhood.
“Your case is quite unusual Chloe. Normally our auctions are concluded by bids from external clients. In your case, the Alpha Exchange veto was used, and external bids were cancelled.”
“I… I’m not sure what you mean…” Chloe stuttered, having a hard time taking this in.
“What I mean, my dear, is that the owner of the Alpha Exchange, Mr Grayson Chambers himself, took a very special interest in you. He found your … performance to be most enjoyable, and decided that he had to own you. It has caused quite a stir among our other clients, I can tell you.”
Elizabeth handed her a pen and a small stack of papers, “Now, I’m just going to need you to sign this release. It’s some fairly standard stuff, it authorises the Alpha Exchange to take control of your affairs, your debts will be settled and a sum of money will be placed into trust for such time as you are no longer part of the organisation. It also signals your consent to Mr Chambers assuming control of every other aspect of your life. After signing this document, you will be the property of Mr Chambers and bound to his service for the duration of the contract, which can only be liquidated by Mr Chambers or his estate at a time of their convenience. Think very carefully before signing, for there is no way out if you change your mind ”
Chloe considered this. What on earth was she getting herself into? For the first time, she experienced a flush of apprehension. She had sleepwalked into this outfit and into this car without really thinking about the ramifications. She was signing her life away to a complete stranger. All of this from an innocent conversation about résumés!
She glanced through the papers. What did she have to lose? At least this would get her out of debt, and she inwardly relished the prospect of relinquishing control over her life. No longer having to worry about the relentless stresses of life, to hand over authority for her affairs and become a simple, obedient possession. Wasn’t this what she’d wanted? She gripped the pen, and with a flourish, signed and dated the paper.
No turning back now.
Chapter 4
As the silent car reached the city outskirts, the windows in the passenger compartment dimmed until she could no longer see outside. Elizabeth assured her that this was normal and was simply to protect Mr Chamber’s privacy. She told her they would arrive presently, and advised Chloe to get some rest.
They drove for several hours, at first on the interstate Chloe guessed, but eventually leaving the highway and taking ever more winding country roads. Chloe looked up from her thoughts occasionally and would sometimes find Elizabeth staring at her body. At first her breasts, then her long legs. Chloe wondered if she was acting on her own desires or whether she was inspecting the merchandise for Mr Chambers. Elizabeth didn’t seem to mind being caught out, instead she smiled back at Chloe. Was it Chloe’s imagination or was there a hint of suggestion in that smile?
The final few minutes of the journey found the car following a long gravelled road which crunched beneath the wheels of the otherwise noiseless car, before eventually coming to a stop. This is it, thought Chloe, my new home.
The driver exited the vehicle, moving to the passenger side to open the door. He offered a steadying hand to Chloe to help her out, and repeated the gesture for Elizabeth. The two women stood together and stared at the stately manor house that stood before them.
“Quite something isn’t it?” Elizabeth asked, “Chambers Manor, built in the 1700s. Now the home of Grayson Chambers. Very few people have been this close to it Chloe, you should feel privileged.”
Chloe was dumbfounded. The house itself was grand and old, covered in well established ivy. It was large and imposing, looming above her beneath the cloudy Autumn skies. She glanced around at her surroundings and found that the manor house was enclosed by a dense pine forest, rendering it impossible to guess the location.
“Shall we enter?” Elizabeth gestured towards the grand main entrance, an ornate door that reeked of opulence and intimidated the approaching visitor. Meekly, Chloe followed her inside.
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Elizabeth led her in and through the entrance hallway. Chloe glanced around, taking in the details of the vast room - the marble floors; the endless portraits and landscapes hanging on the walls; the wide, curving staircase that led to a landing of countless closed doors.
“Mr Chambers will receive you in his office. This way,” Elizabeth walked to a set of closed double doors to the left of the main entrance. Chloe followed her, still awestruck and apprehensive and unable to say anything meaningful.
Elizabeth pushed the double doors open firmly and led them into the office. Chloe immediately recognised the room - the roaring fire, the portrait of the ancient dowager above it. This was the room from the video, the room where the girls had performed for her. Chloe noticed the sofa where the two had escalated their tryst. She wondered if the girls were nearby, the possibility made her flush with excitement. Was she such a girl now?
Elizabeth placed her clipboard on the grand, old desk at one end of the office and indicated that Chloe should stand in the centre of the room. This was the place where the girls had stood, posed and submissive. “Mr Chambers will be with us shortly,” she said, “so let’s get you ready for him.”
Elizabeth approached Chloe and Chloe allowed her to do what she needed. She started by unbuttoning Chloe’s blouse and slipping it down over her shoulders. Chloe noticed that Elizabeth’s hands were lingering on the skin of her chest and arms as she removed the garment. She found that she didn’t mind this, her breath quickened slightly.
Elizabeth took the blouse and folded it neatly, placing it on a table. She returned to stand behind Chloe and unzipped her skirt, drawing it down over her hips. Again, her hands gently caressed Chloe’s legs as she did so, her motions exaggerated and obvious. She traced a single finger down the seam of Chloe’s stocking, causing Chloe to gasp. Elizabeth stood again, taking the skirt and placing it neatly with the blouse on the table. This time, she returned to stand before Chloe, their faces inches apart. Chloe noticed that she too was breathing quickly as their eyes locked. Chloe felt intoxicated by the aroma of this older woman’s perfume and the strange desires she felt inside herself. Elizabeth reached forward and around Chloe and unclasped her bra. Her cheek brushed against Chloe’s and Chloe felt the other woman’s warmth on her.
The bra came away from Chloe revealing her perfect breasts. Elizabeth eyed them hungrily and Chloe did nothing to hide herself. She wanted this woman to crave her, to take her. Reflexively, she adopted the submissive pose. Folding her arms behind her back, she pushed her breasts forward. Elizabeth was powerless to resist this and leaned forwards to kiss the hard nipples.
Suddenly, a voice spoke from the doorway, “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes, can I?” The voice was deep and familiar, the voice from the video. This was Grayson Chambers, her new owner. Chloe felt oddly relieved that she was already in the proper position.
Elizabeth stood up sharply and turned away from Chloe, she didn’t attempt to apologise or explain. Chloe was surprised to find that she quickly adopted the same submissive pose and moved to stand beside her, bowing her head as she did so. She’d thought that Elizabeth was a high ranking employee, but perhaps she was just another possession?
Grayson Chambers entered the room, pausing to shut the door behind himself. He walked towards the pair, glancing at Chloe’s exposed chest. Chloe inspected him as he walked. He was tall, well over six feet and very broad. Despite
his size, the suit he wore was tailored and fit him perfectly, not a single crease out of place. He walked across the room with a confident self-assurance that Chloe found both reassuring and disturbing. There was a presence about him, the kind of man that enters a room and causes an immediate silence. He had a youngish face, but he was clearly much older than he looked. His eyes betrayed a cool wisdom and depth of experience as he briefly looked Chloe up and down. She felt the weight of his assessment, that he was not seeing her as a man views a woman, more that he was appraising an acquired commodity. As he reached the vast mahogany desk, he leaned backwards against it, ran a hand through his dark, flowing hair and sighed.
Without speaking a single word, he motioned to the corner of room. Chloe followed his gesture and noticed a circular, flat, leather cushion that was pushed into the corner. Well worn and comfortable looking, she wondered what it was for. At once, Elizabeth noticed the gesture too and hurried to the corner. Standing on the cushion, she turned to face the Chambers and collapsed to her knees, back held straight and hands clasped behind her head.
“Good girl,” Chambers spoke and Elizabeth’s stricken face relaxed somewhat. Chambers turned his attention to Chloe.
“You’ll forgive Elizabeth,” he started, “she was one of my first acquisitions and has been instrumental in the establishment of the organisation. I fear I may have allowed her too much leeway with my other acquisitions and now she believes she has the right to fuck with whomever she pleases.” He shot an irritated glance back to where Elizabeth still kneeled, her face fell.
Chambers picked up a pile of papers from his desk. Chloe recognised them as the release papers she’d signed on the way here. She watched Chambers methodically leaf through them, before returning the pile to the desk. He stared back at her. She felt the weight of his gaze, and the glow of his power. He saw her purely as a thing he had wanted and had bought. This thought should have terrified her, but it instead thrilled her. This mountain of a man had watched her perform and selected her above countless others. She pushed her chest forward a little, an action intended to invite and tease.
