Chapter 2.
As she brushed her teeth, and rinsed out her mouth in the bathroom, I reflected
about how quickly things had changed in our society. Just a few years earlier,
the situation I now enjoyed would have been impossible. It would have been
possible for a very rich man to pay a girl a large ongoing amount of money for
her to act as his sex-slave for an extended period of time. But it would have
been utterly impossible to actually own 30 or more girls of various ages, and
have the absolute freedom to do absolutely anything with them that you chose.
Then came a series of increasingly deadly terrorist attacks in which tens of
thousands of people had died. People traded their safety for their freedom.
Martial law was declared. The death penalty was widely imposed. Habeas Corpus
was forgotten. Secret trials became standard. Oddly, family values became the
overriding propaganda tool. Rather then execute criminals, especially women, why
not try to rehabilitate them? Why not try to rehabilitate them from criminals
into loving submissive wives for the men trying to save our society. They would
be brought back eventually as new people, with new lives. True, they would never
have the freedom they once abused, but it was a noble idea. It became a noble
idea for some man to have many wives, or concubines, all of whom were in the
process of rehabilitation. Reform schools grew all over the country, in which
girls were rehabilitated by their owners, and their teachers. Women that
complained often found themselves convicted of a serious crime. The system
worked. I routinely walked through the many offices of my bank, meeting all the
thousands of employees we had, taking special note of the cutest young girls we
hired. Our Vice President of Human Resources had a number of girls in reform
schools, and had instructions from me that cute young girls would always be
hired. When I chose a girl, Security would handle the terms of her arrest and
conviction. I would have her delivered to my suite from the remote jail
downstairs, and would spend a few days enjoying her, before deciding whether to
send her to one of the reform schools, where I would periodically visit her, and
enjoy her progress. Occasionally I would take a girl into one of my homes, in
which she would be one of 10 or so girls that I enjoyed frequently. These 10
girls were also a good source of entertainment for my more important business
associates. This was a decision I would have to make soon about Aline.
I was ordering lunch for both of us from room service when she returned from
brushing her teeth. I ordered her to kneel facing the corner of the terrace.
"Put your head to the floor, with your ass up in the air. I want the waiter
serving us to be able to get a complete view of the donuts on you ass and
thighs. Spread your feet apart. I want you to give a perfect view of your rectum
and pussy. That's it." She complied immediately. The waiter arrived with lunch,
and set up the table and food. "Very nice view Sir" he said appreciatively. He'd
seen this view before and liked it. I signed the check and dismissed him. I
called Aline over to sit down, which she did on the wooden chair. Sitting on it
was a little painful after her paddling. She ate silently, squirming on the
chair occasionally. She made no attempt to conceal any part of her nakedness,
going so far as to keep her knees apart so that I kept a clear view of her
pussy, which I occasionally reached over to stroke. "I think after lunch, this
is going to be next." I said. She demurely responded, "Yes, Master. I only want
to please you." Chapter 2.
As she brushed her teeth, and rinsed out her mouth in the bathroom, I reflected
about how quickly things had changed in our society. Just a few years earlier,
the situation I now enjoyed would have been impossible. It would have been
possible for a very rich man to pay a girl a large ongoing amount of money for
her to act as his sex-slave for an extended period of time. But it would have
been utterly impossible to actually own 30 or more girls of various ages, and
have the absolute freedom to do absolutely anything with them that you chose.
Then came a series of increasingly deadly terrorist attacks in which tens of
thousands of people had died. People traded their safety for their freedom.
Martial law was declared. The death penalty was widely imposed. Habeas Corpus
was forgotten. Secret trials became standard. Oddly, family values became the
overriding propaganda tool. Rather then execute criminals, especially women, why
not try to rehabilitate them? Why not try to rehabilitate them from criminals
into loving submissive wives for the men trying to save our society. They would
be brought back eventually as new people, with new lives. True, they would never
have the freedom they once abused, but it was a noble idea. It became a noble
idea for some man to have many wives, or concubines, all of whom were in the
process of rehabilitation. Reform schools grew all over the country, in which
girls were rehabilitated by their owners, and their teachers. Women that
complained often found themselves convicted of a serious crime. The system
worked. I routinely walked through the many offices of my bank, meeting all the
thousands of employees we had, taking special note of the cutest young girls we
hired. Our Vice President of Human Resources had a number of girls in reform
schools, and had instructions from me that cute young girls would always be
hired. When I chose a girl, Security would handle the terms of her arrest and
conviction. I would have her delivered to my suite from the remote jail
downstairs, and would spend a few days enjoying her, before deciding whether to
send her to one of the reform schools, where I would periodically visit her, and
enjoy her progress. Occasionally I would take a girl into one of my homes, in
which she would be one of 10 or so girls that I enjoyed frequently. These 10
girls were also a good source of entertainment for my more important business
associates. This was a decision I would have to make soon about Aline.
I was ordering lunch for both of us from room service when she returned from
brushing her teeth. I ordered her to kneel facing the corner of the terrace.
"Put your head to the floor, with your ass up in the air. I want the waiter
serving us to be able to get a complete view of the donuts on you ass and
thighs. Spread your feet apart. I want you to give a perfect view of your rectum
and pussy. That's it." She complied immediately. The waiter arrived with lunch,
and set up the table and food. "Very nice view Sir" he said appreciatively. He'd
seen this view before and liked it. I signed the check and dismissed him. I
called Aline over to sit down, which she did on the wooden chair. Sitting on it
was a little painful after her paddling. She ate silently, squirming on the
chair occasionally. She made no attempt to conceal any part of her nakedness,
going so far as to keep her knees apart so that I kept a clear view of her
pussy, which I occasionally reached over to stroke. "I think after lunch, this
is going to be next." I said. She demurely responded, "Yes, Master. I only want
to please you."
