by Alan Horn
Wage Slaves : College Bound
Chapter 1 - Renewal
Chapter 2 - Rowdy Sub
Chapter 3 - Chained Sub
Chapter 4 - Too Young?
Chapter 5 - Mother Daughter Play
Chapter 6 - Growth
Chapter 7 - School Bound
Chapter 8 - Not Too Young
Chapter 9 - Submissive to Slave
Chapter 10 - Slave Training
Chapter 11 - Pained Nipples
Chapter 12 - Family Pet
Chapter 13 - School Room
Chapter 1 - Renewal
Three of us had committed to one year as contract slaves. I'm Emily. The dreaded day of our decision came. The end of Denise's, Muriel's, and my year. Angela joined us for a two year stint. Jean signed on for a year just 2 months ago. Master John was in charge. He had added two more Masters, Bill and Roger the same time as Jean. I suspected Muriel had a crush on Master Roger. She glowed whenever she saw him.
Master John brought the three of us , As well as Master Bill, Master Roger, and Harold into his office. We girls had our hands locked behind us and we knelt facing the desk. The men sat in chairs on both sides of us.
Master spoke "You know I've made videos of you girls and your daily lives?"
I answered, "We all suspected you might, but we have no way of telling."
"There was a movie several years ago, The Truman Show, did you see it?"
"Master, I think so, it was about a man whose life was being broadcast and he didn't know it?"
"Yes, that's it. Well you girls have a video program called 'Wage Slaves.' Its edited to take out most of the boring stuff. Its been live since about a month after you started. We priced it to sell because of the competitive nature of the market. We have eighty three thousand subscribers paying fifteen dollars a month to watch you. Each of you have earned your salary plus seven hundred and fifty thousand in royalties. You three girls have earned one million dollars each. I have it invested in conservative stock and bond funds so it will be a little more. You can all retire as wealthy ex-slaves if you want. Or you can stay here and be my slaves for as long as I live, maybe fifteen more years. And you don't have to worry about leaving and killing the show. I have over a thousand job applications from girls who want to take your place or join you in my 'harem.'
"I also have almost as many requests for interviews with you girls and me, which I have avoided. I was careful in setting up this business. All anyone can tell is that everyone speaks American English and the videos come from Myanmar. The public also knows you names. Your first names are obvious since they are on your collars. I decided to give you girls star billing on the videos. Masters Bill, Roger and I are always the shadowy, all powerful Masters. Every other person in the videos has all identifying features blacked out. So your identities are well known and many people want to talk to you. I paid a lot to make us anonymous and still let the payments come in. You know you have a decision to make.
You are each making a million dollars a year for being helpless slaves. You can leave now with that money and live how and where ever you want. Normal lives await you. Or you can stay my slaves. If you stay, you will continue to earn royalties whenever someone watches your video. I won't pay you a salary nor will I pay a bonus for staying. Your royalties should be enough. Now what are your thoughts about the future?"
"Master, the money is great. It makes my future more secure whatever I decide. But I love my life here. OK, I've given up all freedom, except the freedom to quit. I love the girls, Everyone here is polite and friendly. I live in palatial splendor. We always have sore bottoms and we can't run or go anywhere by ourselves. That's all balanced with fantastic sex. I have many orgasms every day and they are all better than I had before coming here. Oh, and greed. We are all getting wealthy because thousands of people like to watch us. But even without the money, I want to stay here. This place is like an adult summer camp. There's always fun things to do, someone else cooks and there are erotic friends around to fuck us. I'm having a carefree blast and putting money in the bank. I don't know about Muriel or Denise, but I want to stay."
Muriel and Denise both spoke at once, "Master..." Denise waved Muriel to continue.
Muriel said, "Master, you know I have served many Masters before you. I act as a slave because I am a natural slave. I am not playing a role. It is who I am inside. You have made an environment where I am forced to act exactly as I desire. You are the best Master I have had. You are fair and strict. You don't play favorites. All the girls want you to take us all the time. You take us all to bed exactly the same number of times. You may not know how this affects us. You are a good person and we would do anything for you. If you had a favorite, that would destroy the self esteem of the others. And we have no pride in anything but our ability to serve you. I want to stay because you allow me to feel good about myself. It doesn't matter that I am a slave, so long as I am your slave."
Denise spoke up, "Master, I want to stay because I have never been happier in my life. I like the money, but it's unreal. I'm a submissive. That puts me at personal risk most places and with most people. You make me feel safe and I can enjoy my subjugation. Please let me stay."
Master smiled and said, "thank you for the kind words. You are all welcome to stay. You are all becoming wealthy because many people like watching you. You won't need your money until you leave. Is there anything you want to do with your money now?"
Muriel asked, "What do you mean, Master?"
"For instance, maybe one of you might want to help a relative pay for school, or set up a scholarship fund. Maybe for submissive girls?"
We all smiled at that. We all just shrugged our shoulders. Hey, that's something we can still do in chains! None of us had had any deep thoughts in the past year. We had total focus on sex and physical performance.
Master said, "OK, tell one of us if you think of anything." Master John looked at Master Roger and Master Bill. Both of them gave an almost imperceptible nod. Master John spoke, "Now there is just one more item. We have decided that we need to do more preparation for the future. My money set this place up and its turned into a more successful business than I expected. I want it to continue after I'm gone. I need a good succession plan and I need good, experienced, trained people to make this continue. All my slaves are going back to college."
"Master," we all said at once.
Master raised his hand to shush us. He said, "I know this is a shock. You do not have permission to speak. Be quiet and I will explain. One of the recent developments in education is the surge in remote education. Right now, you three slaves are enrolled in a program through a southwest college . In several years you will receive degrees in business. The paperwork is waiting for you. I have set up an unused room as a classroom. You will not have to set foot on the campus to receive your degrees. Roger and Bill are both experienced businessmen and will help you as needed. Of course they will also punish you if you are doing your best. Your standing orders are to be good students. To study your assignments, turn in your homework on time. You will earn 'A' grades in all your classes or be punished. Every slave who serves her first year here and stays on will join you in school.
In case you have not realized it, I want every Master and slave to be able to take over the management when I am gone. Only you will know how to treat slaves. I have taken steps to organize this business as a religious entity. We will have a board of directors. You will be eligible to join the board when you retire from your current positions if you have your degrees. I know I will pass on sometime and you should realize that age will overtake you too and plan for your future. You should talk among yourselves and adjust your thinking. Soon you will have more to worry abo
ut than sex and exercise. But you will always be submissive.
Master Roger took we girls back to the dining room where Jean and Angela were dusting. They were the newest slaves and hadn't earned their year's bonus yet. Angela had more than a year to wait because she joined us to avoid jail. She had participated in an attempt to rob the estate. She got caught and her boyfriend died. Master Roger gave us our assignments for today. I went back to Master John's to staff his office.
When a girl was working in the office we had a chain locked to our ankle chains. It was long enough for us to reach anywhere in the office, but not to leave it. The first thing was always to wait for the Master to secure me to the chain and free my hands. The second thing was to service Master John. We all liked this duty. I considered it a privilege. I loved the taste of his cum and the best way I knew to show him I considered myself his property.
He set me about cleaning up after the meeting, dusting, and so forth. I had just finished and knelt to await orders when the phone rang. I'm not sure that many Masters permitted their slaves to use the phone. One of our duties in the office was to answer the phone. It rarely rang. Master was cautious and private. The most we could do was take a message and deny any knowledge about Master or anything else. If the caller was on a short list, we would put them on hold and see if Master wished to converse.
The caller identified himself a Sam Biery. He was on the short list. I said, "hold please," and informed Master it was Sam Biery. Master Biery is the doctor who takes care of people on the estate, slave and free. Master trusts him.
"I'll take it."
I took it off hold and handed the phone to Master. Master told the Doctor to come over. Master worked on his computer and had me come sit next to him. From time to time he would fondle my breast or stroke my head. I was his pet. I purred whenever he touched me and dreamed of a good hard fucking.
Harold entered and announced Dr. Biery had just entered the main gate. Master asked Harold to put me away until the Doctor left. Harold fastened my hands, put a leash on my nose ring and unlocked me from the office chain. He led me out back to a covered patio and locked me to a ring in the floor. He said, "kneel here and wait." He went back inside.
This was a pleasant interlude. I was, of course, helpless and ordered to stay here. I took this to mean 'don't move.' I watched hummingbirds struggling to drain their feeder. Busy buzzing wings flitting about, trying to keep others out of their food. Pointless but they kept trying. Sometimes ten birds at a time were drinking. Usually three to six sucked at once. I envied them their freedom. I mourned their tiny brains and their inability to enjoy the pleasures of submission and sex.
They were so busy, their flights so intricate. Yet, all the flights ended or began with eating. Nature had tied them to their food supply. They consume their energy so fast they have to eat more than their own weight in food every day. People were different. Food didn't drive most people. I was different. My needs chained me to a ring in this patio. I had the power to say enough and leave this life. I could never do that. My needs made me a natural slave . I needed a Master. Someone whom I had to obey. Not because they forced me with pain or coercion. No, I had to obey because I was not an independent person. I was a property.
Watching the birds I had strong feelings. Exciting moving, strong feelings. I had to belong to a strong man. I knew I was a property, a vital, excited, intelligent sensitive property. I knew men found me desirable. They hungered for me. I was powerful and completely helpless. My power made men enslave me and made me revel in my enslavement. God, I loved my chains.
I was so horny. My loins were sodden, my nipples erect, my belly quivering. All from watching hummingbirds feed. My God.
Chapter 2 - Rowdy Sub
"OK Sam, what's wrong?"
"I have a family problem and its just gotten out of hand. I had an older brother, Josh, Joshua. He died in Afghanistan last year."
"I'm so sorry, Sam."
" Water under the bridge. The problem is his wife, Sadie. I helped her out when Josh died and now she's become obsessed with me."
"I take it you are not in love with her?"
"Maybe. Not yet. I think of her as a hot girlfriend. I was trying to take some time and see how her daughter, Elinor, takes to me. I thought things were progressing well., Sadie's a sub and wants to play all the time. We went to a BDSM club a couple of times. Her choice. She wears a dog collar around the house when Elinor's not home. She wants me to handcuff her when we're alone. It turns out Josh liked bondage play too. She showed me the box of toys she and Josh used. I sleep over regularly and now she's hot for a lifetime commitment. I get along well with Elinor. I think she's starting to think of me as a father figure. Nice kid. Smart, polite. I think she's doing pot, like all her classmates, but I don't know that. Anyway, Sadie's getting more insistent than a sub should be. I get the feeling she wants to top from the bottom. I had not gone along with her and it looks like she's not about to stop."
"So, just tell her no."
"I've done that over and over, but she isn't accepting it. I guess she's thinking I'm playing hard to get.. Last night she showed up at my house with her daughter, Elinor. She sent her off to play games on my computer. She had had a few drinks when she arrived.
She went to my liquor cabinet and inhaled three fingers of single malt scotch. I doubt she even tasted it. She ripped her clothes and said if I didn't agree to marry her she was going to accuse me of rape. I said, no way. She stripped off all her clothes save panties and started throwing things. Well, Elinor came in to see what all the commotion was about and got beaned by a table lamp. Just a scalp wound but it bled a lot. I was patching her up when Sadie bashed me over the head with something hard. I didn't see it. When I woke up Sadie was hitting Elinor all over with an electrical cord. I don't know where she got that. Elinor was screaming and more blood was gushing out of her reopened head wound. Sadie was yelling for Elinor to tell the police I was the one who hit her. I sedated both of them and patched up Elinor again. Then I called you."
"OK, where are they now?"
"Asleep at my house. Sadie won't wake up for six hours at least."
"I understand. I want you to go back to your house. I'll send Chief Jones and a couple of men with you. They will set up some hidden cameras and watch your conversation with Sadie. When Sadie wakes up talk to her about what happened. If she admits to hitting Elinor and threatening to blackmail you, then I can take care of this without a lot of fuss. There will be several options. So what do you want to happen?"
"John, I've decided I want something like what you have. On a smaller scale, of course. I don't want a traditional marriage. I want a slave girl like any one of yours."
"So you want Sadie, just not as a wife."
"Hell yes. She is beautiful and a mink with her tail on fire in bed. Elinor is a great kid and Sadie seems to be doing a great job as a mother. I don't want to take her in public as a slave, but I want her to be one at home. I would love to have Elinor as my daughter. I think I would be a good father."
OK. Go home now. I'll walk to the Chief wait for him in your car. It would be a good idea to hide any sharp objects or weapons before she wakes up. Check her clothing and purse too.
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"Do you want some water or juice," Sam asked?
"Just water, Sadie said. " Have you called the police yet?"
"No. I am required to report you, but I can wait a little while."
"You know," Sadie said, "I will still accuse you of rape unless you agree to marry me."
"Sadie, you know I like you and you seem to like me. Why are you threatening to blackmail me? And whipping Elinor with an electrical cord was beyond sanity."
"Look, Sam, "Sadie said, "This is not just a question of love. Its a question of money. I'm broke and don't have any useful skills. I need a man. A strong man. I want you to be my dom and my husband. I need a provider, and a master. Elinor needs a father and, to be crass, you are well off. I could do a lot worse. We're compatible
in bed, Elinor and I like you. You know I will be a good sub. I love obeying you. I have to take care of Ellie. The bank is about to evict us. I want Ellie to have the privileges that go with being the child of a successful Doctor. I can't afford to pay for college. It trivial for you. You will enjoy having me around for sex play and as a trophy to show your friends. I don't have any skills, but I know my looks will enhance your reputation. So I am going to marry you. Or if not then no one else will have you either and I can use public sympathy to restart my search for a wealthy man.
"I'm sorry about this, but I want you. I am serious. I still have that sheet with your semen on it. If you don't agree to marriage, it is going to the police. In today's climate every prosecutor will jump on the chance to nail a wealthy doctor. I am sorry about Elinor. I wanted something that would leave marks but not cause any damage. She's young. She'll get over it."
The phone rang. Sam answered it, listened, and said, "OK," and hung up. The door opened and two men came in.
Sadie said, "Who are you? What is happening?"
One of the men said, "Good morning Mrs. Biery. I'm Chief Jones and we have been listening to your conversation. We have a recording also. You have admitted to child abuse, assault two, and extortion. If we tell this to the police you will go to prison and Elinor taken away from you. Let's talk about your options."
Sadie was terrified. This man spoke in a calm, professional voice. The kind of voice one used when they were certain of their facts. Sadie had never thought anyone would hear her. She knew she was toast. She said, "Wh-what options?"
Chief Jones asked, have you ever watched a web site called 'Wage Slaves'?"
Sadie said, "No. I've never heard of it."
He took a laptop out of a case and said, "I'm going to show you a video from the show. It shows young women the site employs to play sex slaves. It shows their lives all day. sleeping, getting up and dressed, eating, exercising, chores, sex, training, gardening. The women are chained all the time. You must decide whether you would like to join them and their lives or go to prison. If you choose the show, the whole world can see you. You will be naked, chained, obeying orders, being whipped for transgressions. If you choose prison, you will go away for many years and loose any rights to Elinor. You will have a criminal record follow you the rest of your life."
