by Alan Horn
Emily spoke up, "And yes for me too. Denise and I are employees. We answered an ad. It turns out this is a well paid job. Our greed got us to agree to the rings and chains and it turned out we love the job. We can walk away any time, but we will lose a huge incentive payment if we don't stay a year. We know your deal has less freedom, but you did try to rob the place!"
Muriel spoke again, "Angela, This is your first day and its been exciting. Do you think you will like it here, at least more than prison?"
I thought about that. "I don't know. I've been here less than a day. I was caught. Emily gave me the best orgasm I ever had. I told master John I chose slavery over prison. In no time I'm collared and chained, hands and feet, with no keys. Then Melody sticks these rings in my flesh. I service a man and woman, never done that before, either. I am exercised to exhaustion. I watch a slave girl whipped for disobedience. I learn to deep throat a gag. My day has been surreal. I don't know if I like it here. I don't know if its better than prison. I do know I like everyone I've met. I do know the sex is incredible. I do know you girls are the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I do know I'm helpless and in the control of anyone who I see. I have the strangest feelings running through me. Will I like it here? I have no idea. I hope so, 'cause I don't have any choice, do I?"
Emily said, " Well I like it. Denise likes it. Except when for punishment. I know Muriel likes it because she volunteered too. I'm sure you will like it."
Muriel said, " Would you try to describe those 'strangest' feelings you're having?"
"I'm not sure I can make any sense out of them. We were just waiting for Denise's whipping to start. I didn't know about the whip. I just saw her hanging there. She was so calm. She was like an exquisite sculpture. She looked resigned to pain. I thought she was the essence of what being a woman meant to me. I wanted to take her place. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Yet, I felt sick inside thinking about the pain she felt. That crescendoed when Master picked up his whip. But when he started, the whipping of Denise made me hot. I got aroused because she was being whipped. I wanted to whip her. Yet, also, I wanted to feel the whip. I knew I wanted master to whip me. It was so erotic. And then she climaxed with the whip stroke on her pussy. I almost climaxed too. Is it like that for you or is it just me?"
Muriel said, "Whipping a girl is erotic and arousing for men and women. It doesn't matter whether you are wielding the whip of feeling the pain. I think we women need the discipline, pain when we disobey. It feels so correct, so just, to me. I don't like the pain one bit. But I love the feeling of subjugation, the knowing that my master will be firm and punish me when I deserve it. It always arouses me and master. And watching is almost as erotic. I've never seen a man whipped, but I don't think it would feel right to me. Women should always receive the whip, never men. It violates nature, for me at least. For the world to work well, women must obey their men. And we must be punished when we don't. Denise was punished because her master told her to obey me when I am training her and she did not."
Emily nodded her head, agreeing with Muriel.
"So you're saying I'm not crazy, yet?"
The door opened and Master entered. He said, "Let's go get Denise." He took several chains out of a chest and locked our collars together. Muriel in front, then Emily, Then me. He put a chain for Denise on my collar and put the end in my hands and said, "Hold this for me." He put a leash on Muriel's nose ring and led us down to the punishment room. Denise was hanging motionless, her ass covered with red stripes. He said, "Denise, have you learned anything?"
Denise responded, "Yes master. I have learned not to disobey my master or your agents. I have learned that I am a true slave and I deserved punishment. Thank you for correcting me."
Master lowered her, locked her hands behind her, freed her legs and locked her last in the coffle. Master led us into the yard and we took a walk around the garden. We actually chatted about the flowers and the birds. Except for us girl's unusual condition, it was a normal walk. I noticed Denise kept pulling forward to rub against Master. What a slut she was. I noticed then that he had not put her chastity belt back on.
He took us back in after the sun set. We went back to our room. He freed us from the coffle and unlocked Muriel and Emily's hands. He put a leash on my nose ring. He said, "Get Denise cleaned up. She won't be allowed to use her hands for seven days. I will keep Angela with me tonight." He led me into the hall and closed and locked the door. We went to his bedroom and I found I was getting aroused just thinking about being taken by him. My pussy felt hot and I could feel moisture starting to run into my cunt. I was horny and we hadn't even reached the bed yet. I wanted my hands freed so I could hold him and rip his clothes off. I realized he was going to control the pace and control me. I loved the feeling of being helpless and forced into sex by a man. I knew I couldn't speak without permission. I was in frustrated agony. I moaned and he looked at me and smiled.
He leaned close and whispered into my ear, "Are you liking your decision yet, slave?"
I pressed into him, whispered, "Yes, Master," I tilted my head to the side, and put my mouth on his. He opened his mouth and pressed his lips to mine. I relaxed my lips and let him thrust his tongue in my mouth. I met his tongue with mine, but soft and let him explore my mouth, just following. Our kiss grew and grew and I was about to come when he broke and threw me down on the bed. He removed his clothes and said, " pull your feet into your ass, as hard as you can. Spread your knees." Then he lay on top of me. I felt his heavy body push mine into the bed. It felt so good. I spread as wide as I could and felt his hard shaft nudging at my pussy. I was spewing love juices like I never had before. He entered me with care, just a little, then he withdrew. My muscles tried to clamp onto him, but he slid out. It was agonizing, waiting so long for his next thrust. My pussy ached it was so ready. In, in, in. Was he going to fill me now? Please master. I was moaning my need. He lay on me, squishing my breasts.. It felt good. Then his mouth was on mine again.
Out again, oh no. In, in, in. I climaxed so hard. I almost fainted . My belly was spasming hard, over and over. I could still feel him in me. It was overwhelming. This was my biggest orgasm ever. I was moaning. I relaxed. Then he started moving again. I realized he was still hard. He did not orgasm with me. I felt the heat rising again in my belly. Oh. My. God. Could I be having the Second Orgasm. I was afraid. What if it was going to be bigger than that last monster. Would I survive? I realized there was nothing I could except wait for it. My fate was in his hands. My hands locked behind me. His weight held me motionless. I could do nothing! I was helpless and loved it. He was going to take me for the ride of my life. I felt my muscles grip his huge member and try to pull it in all the way. He kept up his relentless pursuit of our pleasure. The slippery friction of my love juices kicked our passion to new heights. I felt the surge of his hot seed flowing into me. Then I climaxed. It was huge. I couldn't bear the stunning pleasure.
I woke alone in his bed. I was still locked fast. I struggled to turn over and felt a chain sliding over my shoulder. My leash was gone. I saw my master enter from a bathroom. I felt a discomfort and asked, "Master, may I speak?"
"Yes, Angela, speak, " he said.
"Master, may I use the restroom, please."
"All right. Your chain is long enough. Go ahead," he said.
I relieved myself and returned to the bed and knelt beside it.
Master said, " OK, Angela, get in bed." He threw the covers back and waited.
I lay down on my side, facing him. He tossed the covers over me.
Master said, "tonight you may drop the formal protocol and we will just talk. How did you find your first day as my slave?"
"Master, it was nothing like what I expected. Though I should say 'feared' rather than 'expected' because I did not know what to expect. You did not tell me that the others are volunteers. I thought you were some sort of white slaver that would sell me to a brothel in Bangkok. I like the girls. I think we are going to regard oursel
ves as sisters in slavery and try to be friends. They are so beautiful. Where did you find them?"
Master said, " I'm glad you are starting off well. I did not find these beautiful women. I made them. That is, they were pretty when they came here. We free them from the stresses of the normal world. That and the training and exercise has made them beautiful. And they are gorgeous. And you will be too. You will find that everything done to you here enhances your beauty. Even the whip. It makes you behave as women evolved to behave. The whip makes you obey and your body will thank you by becoming more sexy and erotic. You may not believe that now, but tell me what you think in three months. You will become proud of your body and your slavery. You will want to show it off. You girls will become the best exhibitionists in the world. What did you think of Denise's punishment?"
"I started off thinking it was too much to bear. In the end, I think it was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. I wanted to whip her myself. And I wanted to be whipped so I could feel the utter joy of complete subjugation. Master, how do you keep from whipping us all day?"
"Angela, he said, "I am tempted every time I see one of you. I have to be strong."
"Master, you can whip me any time, every day. I would love it. I have learned, in one short day, that I need discipline."
"Why do you think you need discipline?"
"Master, I have been guilty of several crimes. None have been serious, but the important element here is that I just followed what my friends wanted to do. My parents and I haven't talked in years. I only got into trouble because I wanted to do something exciting with my friends. I shouldn't cal them friends. They were all guys I shacked up with. And I only did that because I have no honest work experience and had nowhere else to go. I could have been a whore, but I know they always get hurt by their pimps of johns. I have never been able to be good at anything. I'm just lazy, I think. I need discipline to make me work harder. After watching your girls, I decided I want to be just like them. Excellent at giving pleasure to others. I want to work hard and knowing the whip is waiting for me to goof off is a real incentive for me. I will be a good slave girl for you. I promise."
"We'll give you that chance, Angela. And you will become beautiful as a result. Lights out."
Master turned off the light and put his arm around me and teased one of my nipples.. I felt safe for the first night in a long time. I didn't mind my chains. They let me stay here and I liked it here
In the morning I woke groggy. I didn't know where I was. I was comfortable and warm. I felt a heavy arm on my belly. The covers were laying half on my face. My arms were behind my back. I willed my hand to move the cover off my face. It didn't move and I felt something around my wrist. I pulled harder, but it still didn't move. I turned my head to see what the problem was. Something moved in my nose. How strange. Then I remembered the day before. I was a slave. I wore my master's rings in my body and his chains on my limbs. It all came back in a flash, including the fantastic sex last night. I relaxed. i wasn't going anywhere for two years. OK. This seems like a pretty nice place.
Soon Master woke. He let me use the bathroom and then he shaved and showered. He let me watch. I imagine it was like the first day of marriage. You feel all warm inside watching your man and knowing you now belong to him.
When he finished he unlocked me from the chain and took me back to the girl's room. As he took me there he said, " Thank you Angela, I enjoyed having you with me last night."
I smiled and said, "Thank you Master. I had fun too. Call me and we'll have dinner."
He laughed, and said," I guess this was our first date. I will call you, soon."
In the room I found all three of my fellow slaves sitting on the floor, hands free and talking. Muriel stood and unlocked my hands. "Go shower and come back when you're done." I went.
When I was dry and had done my face I went back into the room. Muriel said, "Up girls, its time for training." She locked our hands behind us, put us in coffle and led us to the training room. There we found dishes, linens, glasses, silverware and water pitchers on one table. There was another table, clear, twenty feet away.
Muriel unlocked our hands and locked her collar onto the coffle with us. "Today," she said, "we are going to learn how to set a table while we are in coffle. I should tell you that I have never done this before, either. It will be a shared learning experience. The first thing we have to do is learn how to maneuver our unit. Everyone face the door. Starting with your left foot, walk forward three paces and stop." That worked OK, except we didn't all start at the same time so there were jerks on our collars.
"That didn't work as well as I hoped", said Muriel. Now we have to turn around. Listen close. Emily turn to your left but don't move forward. Denise, when Emily steps forward, you step to where she just left and turn left. Angela, when Denise steps forward, so do you. I will follow. Then stop. Ready, step."
That worked. But we weren't done.
Muriel talked us through the turn, one step at a time. After three more steps we had reversed our coffle. We continued this way forever. Soon we could turn without tripping. Once we had simple turn mastered we started learning to set the table. Boy was that hilarious. Several times we just stopped and laughed. We fought that table for a hour. The dammed table was wining. It would have been faster if Muriel had left our hands locked behind us and set the table herself. The rest of us could just trail after her like a comet's tail.
We stopped for lunch and went to the dining room in coffle. From Emily's questions I guessed this was a new experience. We ate from bowls on the floor with our hands locked behind us. I don't know why girls aren't born wearing chains. We're locked up all the time anyway. We went back to the training room and Muriel directed us to a closet. From it she took a pair of boots for each of us. All in black patent leather. They laced up the back almost to our knees. They had slots designed to let our ankle chains pass through. They were comfortable despite the three inch heels. When we all had them on we looked like the bondage Rockettes.
Muriel said, "We are going to practice coordinated walking." She locked chains between our right wrists so we all stayed facing the same direction. Then we went outside. We walked around the garden all afternoon. Slow walk, fast walk, trot. Over and over again. I have to admit the first few laps I felt tugs and jerks on my collar. The practice helped. By the time we stopped, we were smooth and coordinated.
Then Muriel broke the bad news. "Girls, master wants us to get used to the coffle. We will stay in it until he decides otherwise. I can't open any of the coffle locks. They need a key I don't have. "
We ate dinner in the usual manner. Master and Harold ate at the table and talked while we ate, heads in our bowls.
After dinner we went back to our room to clean up. It looked like we were going to stay in coffle for a while. Our hands were free but the neck chains stayed on. It was not difficult to use the bathroom in coffle. We now did everything as a team. If one of us had to use the toilet, the others stood or knelt nearby. Doing our makeup was similar. None of us could leave the area until everyone was ready. At least there was always a friend to talk with. Sometimes a nearby helping hand was appreciated. Of course we were always getting in each other's way. And it was never two neighbors who had to do something at the same time. We were always shuffling around each other. When we were all done in the bath, we went back to the bedroom. We weren't allowed to use the furniture except the bed for sleeping, so we all sat on the floor. I was struck by the erotic scene. Four naked women chained together by the neck. We were all sitting with our backs propped on one of the beds. Our hands were free, for once. We had all drawn our feet up an Denise had her knees in the air, while the rest of us crossed our legs on the floor. Emily and I were playing with our ankle chains. We talked of girl things. Sex, of course. The many shapes and sizes of the men we had serviced. What was the best orgasm ever, and so forth.
I asked whether we ever got to wear clothes.
Muriel answered, "Angie, we all have c
lothes but we haven't had a chance to wear them yet. Its like having uniforms. We all have exactly the same designs and colors. Don't expect them to cover any of your girl parts. They are all designed to flaunt them. Master told me that the designer will be here in a couple of days to take your measurements."
"Muriel, I still don't have a chastity belt like yours. Do you know what it means?"
Denise piped up, "Everything about this place is well planned. They don't trust us for anything. We're always kept on a short leash. Master must have a plan for you that's different than ours."
Emily said, "Angie, don't worry about it. We didn't get ours for quite a while. Maybe they are just making it now. And don't worry about being knocked up. We're all on the pill and all the men use condoms except master. The Doctor will come check you out every month, too. We're the prize cows of this place. We are well looked after and worked on when we need it."
Muriel said, " Emily is right. Whatever you do don't ask anyone about it. Curiosity is discouraged. We can ask clarifying questions about an order, but anything else will see you punished.
After we had been in our room for an hour, our hands were locked behind us and we were taken to the living room. Master and Harold and several of the male staff were there. We were lined up and leather bondage hoods were placed on us and laced up tight. These left our moths and noses free, but covered the rest of the head in stretched black leather. We were knelt in a line and required to service the men with our mouths. I gave four blow jobs and I guess the other girls did the same. I wondered how many times a man could get it up in an evening. Then I realized the men were being serviced in shifts. New men would replace the ones we just did. I must have swallowed a pint of cum that night. It was all yummy. I could have taken more. While waiting for the next penis to enter my mouth, I remembered that I was still without a chastity belt. My pussy was eager to join the work here. It was engorged and my lips were spread wide. I was flowing juices like a river. My legs were dripping. I said, to the room at large, "Excuse me masters. My cunt is open for you. I beg you to take me hard and take me now. I need a man inside me, please, masters." I heard only faint mutterings through the hood then I was shoved onto my back. I felt the coffle chains jerk hard as my sisters remained kneeling. Muriel on one side and Denise on the other. I was sorry for the jerk, but it seemed insignificant when compared to my need. I
