Confessions of a Slaver

CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER

CHAPTER 6

 

After college, I decided to take a break and let my investments work for me, so I bought a little beachfront bungalow in what was at that time a fairly small, sleepy town called Santa Barbara.  Most of my investment decisions were good ones - a lot went into Hewlett-Packard at first, then later a few start-ups, Atari, Apple, Federal Express and Microsoft among them.  Some weren=t so good, like Eastern Airlines, one of the first American airline companies to go belly up.  I did like the airlines, though, and kept investing in them, no matter what.  I finally learned my lesson years later, when Western Pacific went bust after less than two years in operation.  That one cost me a tad over eight million dollars.  But what the hell, it was only money, right?

 

Anyway, life as a beachcomber was pretty good.  No real responsibilities other than reading the Wall Street Journal and other financial reports on a regular basis, then making a call to my broker if I wanted to act on something.  Other than that, I just pretty much bummed around, learned to surf, and did a lot of fishing.  I usually traveled north for the fishing, though.  Too much oil seepage in Santa Barbara to suit me, so I=d go up to Pismo Beach or Morro Bay, sometimes as far as Santa Cruz if I wanted to make a weekend out of it.

 

I dated a bit, too.  Well, more than a bit, actually.  This was the era of Afree love,@ after all.  It was also the era of psychedelic drugs, and while I enjoyed having my eardrums burst at a rock concert as much as the next guy, I never did the stuff.  Matter of fact, the hardest thing I ever did was vodka.  The cheap stuff, that burns so bad going down, you know?  Women who did drugs, or even smoked, I dumped as fast as I could.  Drugs were bad news, and while I wasn=t cigarette Nazi, I didn=t like kissing someone who tasted like the inside of an ashtray.  There were a couple of girls who showed some promise, but when I told them to stop smoking if they wanted to be with me, they decided their nicotine was more important.  By  Ashowed some promise,@ I mean they exhibited submissive tendencies.  However, since neither felt the fact that I didn=t like smoking was a good enough reason to give up tobacco, I doubt either would have made a good slave.

 

On the other hand, there were other girls who did have that innate desire to please, and made excellent slaves.  Lydia, for example, one of my first after college.

 

I met Lydia about six months after I set up in Santa Barbara, in the bar at Harry=s Townhouse, arguably the best place for prime rib in the county.  I used to go there once every couple of weeks, just for a change from my own cooking.  My skills in the kitchen were pretty much limited to spaghetti, hamburgers, and whatever came from a can or frozen aluminum tray (this was before microwave meals, and I=m sure some of you can remember the old metal TV dinner trays that took an hour to cook).  Anyway, I figured if I was going to pay someone to prepare a meal for me, I was going to make sure it was a good one. 

 

So there I was at Harry=s, waiting for a table, when Lydia caught my eye.  She was 23, a brand new high school English teacher just a few months into her first year of teaching.  Fairly short and stocky, but in a muscular way.  About 5'4" tall, weight just a tad on the heavy side but not a porker.  Not at all dumpy-looking in her mid-calf pastel dress and white pumps, quite appropriate attire for both the era and locale.  Brunette hair and green eyes, and nice, round, full tits. I=d find out later they were 40D=s, with barely any sag to them at all.  Nice, large protruding nipples that got rock hard whenever she got aroused.  The most amazing thing about her, though, was her clitoris.  It was huge, so large that it constantly peeked out from between her smooth, hairless mound like a tiny tongue sticking out from a clam shell, even when her legs were together.

 

That=s right, she kept herself shaved, even before we met.  She blushed adorably was she explained she=d been shaving since high school because she liked the way it looked and felt.  She was afraid I wouldn't like it, and offered to let her pubic hair grow out if that=s what I wanted.  I assured her I thought she was perfect just the way she was.  She didn=t quite squeal in glee, but she seemed happy that I liked it.  Of course, by now, the wheels were turning in my head.  I started testing her, taking not-quite baby steps.  It turned out she was as naturally submissive as anyone I=d ever met.

 

ADon=t get cleaned up,@ I said one night after a boisterous round of fucking.  I=d just dumped two loads in her wet cunt.  AI want you to go to school tomorrow filled with my cum, thinking about what your students - the boys, in particular - would think if they knew.@  She gave me a strange look, but nodded, mumbling something unintelligible.  She did just that, too.  I picked her up after school and had her spread her legs so I could inspect.  Dried cum was clearly visible on her puffy bald mound and thighs.

 

AI=d like you to dress more sexily for our dates,@ I told her another time.  AShort skirts, above the knees, and boots.  Like your older students wear,@ I said.  AAnd since you know I=m going to use you anyway, don=t you think underthings are just a waste of time?  Stockings are fine, but panties and bras just get in the way and slow us down, don=t they?@  Again, she hesitated just slightly, then nodded, blushing.  I=m not sure whether she was more embarrassed that she was acquiescing to my desire that she go naked under her skimpy skirt and blouse, or the fact that I said I was going to Ause her,@ rather than something like, Awhen we make love.@  She did acquiesce, though, and as the year progressed, she eventually was going without undergarments altogether.  Oh, at school she wore longer, heavier dresses, but never anything that extended below her knees.  Pants and the like were out, too; at home it was nothing but revealing clothing - or nothing at all.

 

A few months after we=d met, I suggested that she leave her small apartment and move in with me.  She was, after all, spending more time in my shack than at her place, and it seemed like a waste of money to be paying rent for something you seldom used, I reasoned to her.  When she told me that she=d need someplace to store her furniture, I pointed out that storage would be almost as expensive as rent, and that she would probably do better to either sell it or donate it to a charity.  The only two things we kept were her cedar chest - filled with her mother=s wedding gown and other things for the life her parents had planned for her - and a king-sized four poster bed.  Everything else went to her former neighbors, and what she couldn’t sell got sent to the Salvation Army.  The contents of her cedar chest would eventually go there, too, but not just yet.

 

Once she was fully moved in, I started laying down more and more rules for her to follow.  Her attire at home, for example, consisted of a garter belt, fishnet stockings and either platform or high heeled shoes.  The only time she was allowed to wear anything else was when she was getting ready for work, and she had to change back as soon as she got home.  Other than when we had company - which was never - that=s all she was allowed to wear.

 

She was responsible for all the cooking and housecleaning, too, and I demanded everything be spotless.  Her daily routine was to change as soon as she got home, then start dinner.  While our meal was cooking, she=d get to work cleaning up the messes I=d often intentionally made, while I relaxed in my recliner and watched television.  Once dinner was ready, she=d sit at the table - the only time she was allowed on furniture without specific permission - and wait for me to sample the food, not taking a bite herself until I nodded, indicating that her efforts were acceptable.  They usually were, but on the few occasions when I didn=t care for the dinner she=d prepared, she went hungry.

 

After she=d finished washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, she=d sit at the table to correct homework and grade tests.  I allotted an hour a night for this; if it took any longer, she=d have to do it after I went to sleep.  At 7:00 p.m. on the dot, she knew I expected her to be kneeling at my feet, eagerly waiting to please me.  I seldom disappointed her, usually allowing her to practice her oral skills while I watched at TV show or read a book.  What happened after that depended on my mood.  Sometimes I=d just cum in her mouth and go to bed early; other times I=d keep her up all night, taking her repeatedly, then using a dildo or my hand when I was completely spent.  No matter what, though, I made her wait until I had my orgasm before I let her cum.

 

I spent a lot of effort training Lydia.  I never could make her cum on command, but she did get to the point where she couldn’t have an orgasm without permission.  At times, I would make her stand in the corner or sit on the floor and use a vibrator or her fingers on herself for hours, watching her get more and more frustrated as I denied her the relief she so desperately needed.  It was on one of these nights that I finally began bringing other people into our relationship.

 

She was in the middle of the living room, squatting over a dildo I=d mounted on a short pole, when the doorbell rang.  She looked up, startled - nobody ever came to our house - and began to climb off, covering her swollen tits with her hands, looking furtively at the hallway to make her escape.

 

AKeep going,@ I growled.  AI didn=t say you could stop fucking your toy!@  Waited until she resumed humping the plastic cock, then answered the door. 

 

Lydia=s position in the center of the living room meant she was completely visible from the door, which I opened widely.  Standing there were two friends of mine from college, Buck and Dave.

 

ANice,@ Buck commented.  Dave just responded with a low whistle, watching the glistening dildo disappear and reappear while my almost-slave averted her eyes and turned bright red, fucking herself even harder in an apparent attempt to concentrate on something other than the fact that she was on display in front of two strangers.

 

ALook, it=s blushing!@ Dave laughed, using the impersonal vernacular I=d insisted on in school.  Until now, Lydia had never been referred to as an Ait,@ but she would soon discover her status was about to change from human being to object.

 

AWhere did you find it?@ Buck asked.  AReminds me of what=s-her-cunt, that redhead Mexican bitch.@

 

ALupe, you mean,@ I said.  AYeah, but that one was already a whore when I met her,@ I reminded them.  AI don=t think Lydia=s ever been fucked by anyone but me.  Have you?@ I asked pointedly, looking over at her.  She blushed even more furiously, hesitating in mid-stroke as she shook her head.

 

AWell, I can=t wait to break this one in, then!@ Buck announced gleefully, causing Lydia to stop what she was doing, and look up in horror.

 

AI can=t...I mean...you can=t...I won=t....@ she stammered almost unintelligibly.

 

AYes, you will,@ I answered sternly.  AWhat do you think I=ve been training you for?@

 

ATraining?@ she gasped.

 

AYeah.  Why do you think you have all these rules?  Why do you think I make you sleep on the floor, or suck me off whenever I feel like it?  Why do you think I don=t let you cum whenever you want to?  I=ve been training you.  Did you really think you a big-titted, cum-craving cunt like you is better suited to be a schoolteacher?  No, your future is as a sex slave.@

 

Not surprisingly, her legs gave out at that point and she dropped down onto the dildo, engulfing it completely into her sopping wet cunt.  She came at the same time, screaming as the unauthorized orgasm washed over her.  It was the first time in nearly six months she=d cum without being told to do so, but I had no intention of punishing her for it.  In fact, I was pleased.  My two buddies looked on, grinning as she toppled to the side, her hands at her crotch as she flicked that oversized clit of hers, bringing herself to one earth-shattering orgasm after another.  She finally collapsed on the floor, her body covered in sweat, the sweet smell of wet cunt filling the room.  I walked over and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her knees and forcing her to look up at me.

 

AYou know this was meant to be, don=t you, cunt?@ I spat, staring deeply into her green, tear-filled eyes.  She nodded.

 

ASay it, then!@ I demanded.

 

AThis was meant to be,@ she barely whispered.

 

AWhat was meant to be, cunt?@ I prompted, grabbing her chin in my hand and clamping down painfully.

 

AI was meant to be a...a...slave,@ she answered.

 

AFrom now on, my name is >Master.=  My friends are both >Sir.=  Got it?@ I asked.

 

AYes, Master,@ she replied softly.

 

AYour name is cunt, or bitch, or whatever I want to call you.@

 

AMy name is cunt, bitch or whatever you want to call me, Master.@

 

>Good.  Now that we understand each other, go offer yourself to my friends,@ I said, giving her the first of many commands she=d receive as a slave.  ACrawl to them, kneel at their feet, and beg them to use you like the slave you are.@

 

I watched for a moment as she slowly crawled towards Dave and Buck, who were now both sporting huge hard-ons, even more apparent to my new slave due to the fact that their clothes lay in heaps on the floor.  The both grinned cruelly as her naked form worked towards them.  I had one more thing to do, though, to completely break Lydia=s will, and walked out of the room just as Buck ordered her to begin cleaning his feet with her tongue.

 

When I returned a few minutes later, my friends were going at her from both ends.  The entire front portion of Buck=s foot was crammed into Lydia=s mouth, who was simultaneously gagging and trying unsuccessfully to crawl away, because Dave was assaulting her cunt the same way - shoving his foot between her legs.  When they both took notice of me, I shook my head disapprovingly, causing them both to disengage.

 

AGet dressed,@ I commanded my slave, tossing her mother=s crumpled wedding gown on the floor in front of her.  AYou=ll never be married, but this - entering your new life as a sex object and slave - is the closest you=ll ever get.  It=s only proper that you should be able to remember this day as if it was your wedding.@

 

Lydia began sobbing uncontrollably, the reality of her future finally setting in.  From this day forward, her entire purpose for being would be to serve others.  She could expect no mercy, no pleasure, except that which those using her might bestow.  She started to rise to her feet in order to put the white lace gown on, but a snap of my fingers and a disapproving glare caused her to remain on her knees.  She struggled to slip it over her head, finally smoothing down the sides over her otherwise naked body.

 

AOn her wedding night, a bride in white surrenders her virginity, doesn=t she?@ I asked gently, holding her sobbing face with one hand.

 

AY...yes, Master,@ she replied.

 

ABut you=re hardly a virgin, aren=t you?@

 

ANo, Master, I=m not,@ she mumbled.

 

AExcept you=re not totally broken in, are you?  Isn=t there one place you are still a virgin?@

 

AM-Master?@ she asked, looking up with a puzzled expression on her face.

 

AThink about it, slave.  I=ve fucked you in that hot cunt of yours, and taught you how to use your mouth the same way.  Do you have any holes that haven=t been used by a man yet?@ 

 

She thought about it for a moment, her expression changing from bewilderment to fear as she realized what I was talking about.

 

AMy...my...my bottom, Master?@ she asked in a quiet, tiny voice. 

 

ANo, dear, not you >bottom,=@ I laughed, noting the fleeting relief on her face, then watching it disappear as I continued.  AYour asshole, your back door, your Hershey Highway, perhaps, but not your >bottom.=@ Her lip began to quiver, her eyes filling with tears.

 

ABut it=ll hurt, Master!  Please, no!@ she wailed, finally losing control of her emotions.

 

AAre you saying you don=t want to be fucked in the ass?@ I asked her pointedly.  ABy the three of us?@

 

ANo, Master.  I mean, yes, Master.  I don=t want to be...to be...fucked in the ass,@ she sobbed.  AYes, that=s what I=m saying.@

 

AAnd you think that somehow you have the right to refuse?  That anyone cares what you want?@ Buck asked pointedly.  AJesus, it is a stupid cunt, isn=t it?@ he said, turning to me.

 

AI wouldn=t go that far,@ I replied.  AIt just doesn=t understand its place yet.@

 

We let Lydia kneel there on the floor for a few minutes while we talked about her.  I told my friends how I=d been almost surreptitiously training her, without letting her really know what was going on.  I described how I=d sent her to school at least once a week with a fresh load of cum in her cunt, how I made her do all the housework naked, had her dispose of all her personal property, and still she never caught on.

 

AWell, I don=t care what you think,@ Dave said.  AShe sounds pretty stupid to me, if she didn=t even have an inkling that this was going to happen.@  Dave always had a problem referring to females as objects, even though of the three of us, he consistently treated them more harshly.  AShe=s probably too stupid to made a decent slave anyway.  Personally, I think you ought to just fuck the bitch and drop her off on some street corner naked.  Let her fend for herself.  See how ungrateful she is, just sitting there crying, after you go to all the trouble to feed, clothe and train her?  And she won=t even give you her asshole?  Fuck!@ he spat, feigning disgust.  I knew this was all part of his act; Lydia didn=t, though.

 

ASay, that=s an idea!@ I commented.  ALet=s give it a choice.  First, it can beg us to fuck it in the ass.  Second, it can choose Dave=s suggestion.  We=ll all fuck it, then let it go just like you said.  What about you, Buck?  You have a third option for the bitch?@  I looked down and saw that Lydia was paying attention now.

 

AHmmm...I think we ought to call what=s-his-name up...the kennel guy, remember him?@

 

AYou mean Rich, from college?@

 

AYeah.  See if he=s still training dogs that way.  I=d like to see the bitch gang-raped by four or five of them.  We could film it, and then sell copies.@

 

AOkay, cunt,@ I said harshly.  AThose are your choices, then.  Either you beg to be ass-fucked, and then willingly take each of us up that virgin hole of yours; you get fucked and then dumped naked down the street; or you get fucked by a pack of dogs.  Your fourth option is to choose nothing, in which case I=ll make sure the photos I=ve been taking are posted on every bulletin board in the school.  Then we=ll butt-fuck you anyway.  Thirty seconds to decide, cunt!@  She started sobbing once more, no doubt aware that she really didn=t have any choice at all.

 

AM-m-master, please f-f-f-uck my ass,@ she sobbed softly. 

 

AWell, since you asked so nicely,@ I grinned, AWhy don=t you start working some of that cunt slime of yours into your butthole?  I don=t care whether buttfucking causes you pain, but I don=t want my dick to get chaffed.@   I shoved her head to the floor and lifted the wedding gown up over her back, exposing her splayed legs to view, watching as she wiped up some cunt juice with her fingers and began working them into her ass.  As I=d expected, she was sopping wet, juices glistening on her thighs nearly halfway down to her knees.  I=d never seen her this wet before.  I smiled knowingly, understanding the significance, watching her move load after load of girl cum from her wet, swollen gash to her asshole.  Each time, her fingers disappeared more deeply inside.

ACome over here and get me hard,@ I commanded.  With her hands still plowing away between her legs, Lydia scooted over to me, taking me in her mouth.  She had the softest, warmest mouth; today, it was even better.  It was all I could do not to cum down her throat.

 

ABeg,@ I ordered.

 

APlease, Master, fuck my ass!@ she begged, her words barely understandable because she still had my cock in her mouth.  I let her continue begging for a few moments, watching her finger herself furiously, thanks to the mirror that Dave had strategically placed behind her.

 

AMake sure my cock=s nice and wet first, then turn around and present your ass to me,@ I said.  She slobbered one last time, leaving saliva dripping from my rock-hard member as she turned her back to me, then lowered her head to the floor and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks. 

 

APlease fuck my ass, Master!@ my little slut wailed.

 

I placed my cock between her ass cheeks, rubbing in up and down the saturated valley, teasing her with little pokes at both her holes.  She pushed towards me every time the head of my dick made contact with her soaked cunt; I could actually see the juices flowing out of her hole, she was so excited.  Finally finished teasing her, I placed my cockhead right at the tight ring of flesh protecting her cornhole, and grabbing her hips with my hand, thrust forward with all my strength.

 

AAaarrggh!@ she screamed as my dick fully penetrated her ass.  I began pounding at her, not permitting her even a second of respite, listening as the grunting noises she made every time I thrust forward turned into moans of pleasure.  Aware that she was willingly accepting the invader in her ass now, I released her hips and rose up on my knees, keeping her impaled.

 

AI don=t think it=s right that I should be doing all the work, do you, slave?@ I asked.  I=m not sure whether she actually heard me or not, but she immediately responded by rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, fucking her ass on my dick.  It had been a long time since I=d fucked a virgin asshole, and I wasn=t able to hold off very long, spewing hot semen deep into her bowels just a few seconds later. 

 

When I was done, I leaned forward, panting and trying to catch my breath for a bit, feeling her still trying to hump my now-shrinking cock. 

 

AI think she wants more,@ Buck commented.  AMind if I take sloppy seconds?@

 

AHelp yourself,@ I told him, pulling out and letting my cock flop softly on her buttcheek.  AWait a sec, though.@  Everyone except Lydia knew what was coming next as I moved to her front, letting my dick hang inches in front of her face.

AClean me, cunt!@ I commanded.  Lydia=s mouth clamped shut as she shook her head.

 

AAss-to-mouth is the trademark of a slut, and you can=t deny that=s what you are.  Finger-fucking yourself in front of strangers, then begging to be ass-fucked?  Who but a slut would do those things?  You can either do it, or we=ll pick one of those other options we discussed.  I=ll be you wouldn=t be so picky about where a cock has been after you=ve been fucked by a few dogs, wouldn=t you?@  Tears welled up in her eyes as she hesitantly opened her mouth.

 

AJust clean it off,@ I said.  AI don=t want a blow job.  Just lick it with your tongue.  That way I won=t get it bitten off when Buck fucks you.  He tends to be a little rambunctious,@ I said.

 

She did get ass-fucked by all three of us that night, using her mouth afterwards to make sure we were all squeaky clean before spreading her legs for my friends.  We each dumped three loads into her, though I have to admit that last go-round was pretty week.  We were all pretty fucked out.  Through it all, I never gave her permission to cum.  She knelt on the floor after we were through with her, begging with her eyes.  Finally, she spoke.

 

AMaster?@

 

AWhat?@ I snapped, causing her to flinch.

 

AMaster...can I...would you...Master, may I please cum?@ she implored.  It was the first time she=d asked for permission to have an orgasm, and she did it in front of two of my friends.  Another brick had just been removed from the wall.

 

AWhat are your rules about orgasms?@

 

AMaster, I can=t have one unless you let me, and...and...I have to be naked...and...I have to yell that I=m cumming when it happens, Master,@ she panted, her need even more obvious now.

 

AWell, are you dressed for it, then?@ I grinned, watching as she literally ripped the antique gown off, displaying her very aroused, well-used, naked body, half-congealed cum on her thighs, belly, ass, face and tits.

 

AMay I cum now, Master?@ she asked again in a rather annoying, needy voice.

 

AI think you should put on a little show for us first, don=t you, guys?@  My friends nodded in agreement.  AYou can start by crawling over to Dave=s clothes and finding his undershorts.  Then you can wash them out in your mouth,@ I told her.  Without any hesitation, she obeyed, not even using her hands.  She rooted through the pile of dirty clothes, then finding his jockeys, lifted them up triumphantly with her teeth.  We could all see the yellow stain adorning the front, and the dark brown Aracing stripe@ at the back; Dave was never well-known for good hygiene, and he=d prepared for today by wearing the same shorts all week.  The expression on her face showed us that the taste was disgusting to her, but she slurped the entire thing into her mouth nonetheless, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk=s.

 

AWhat, you don=t like it?@ I said mockingly.  AA slave should be happy to be obeying its Master=s orders, and should be showing how happy she is!@  Lydia=s face changed from looking like someone farted to a having a big, stupid smile on it as she chewed away at the filthy, shit-stained garment in her mouth.

 

AThat=s better.  Now, you may face away from us with your nose on the floor, and show us how you play with that fat, wet cunt of yours.  And don=t forget to keep chewing!@

 

We all laughed as Lydia=s body turned bright red, but her hands flew between her legs nonetheless, obeying our commands as we told her to spread her cunt lips apart, pinch her swollen clitoris, and ram three, then four fingers in as deeply as they could go.  Her cunt didn=t get all the abuse, either, as we made her spread her abused asshole for our viewing pleasure, allowing us to see the swollen, inflamed inner tissues and the semen coating them.  We let her go on for about 20 minutes, low moans coming from behind her underwear-filled mouth, while we talked about her like she was just a piece of meat.  Which, at that point, she was.  Finally, I decided enough was enough, and interrupted her diddling with a sharp slap to her ass.

 

ATurn around and kneel up,@ I told her.  AHow=s that cleaning job coming,@ I asked, as I kicked her knees farther apart, exposing her deliciously swollen cunt, the hole spasming open and closed like a fish=s mouth.  She pulled the underwear out of her mouth and held them up.  I could see she=d made progress, but not enough.

 

AOkay, time for some spot cleaning.  First thing, it needs to be wetter.  Since your mouth is probably all dried out, we=ll have to think of something else.  Any ideas, bitch?@ I said, leering at her.

 

AMy...my cunt, Master?@ she asked hesitatingly.

 

AVery good.  Now let=s see if you can shove that whole thing up inside, shall we?@  Taking an edge of the briefs, she used her index finger to slowly push the dirty piece of cotton into her cunt, looking at me with a beaming smile when she=d accomplished the first part of her task.

 

ANow, since you=re going to be a human washing machine, we need to agitate the tank, don=t we?@

 

AYes, Master, I guess so,@ she said, somewhat bewildered.

 

ASo can you think of anything we can do to move the dirty laundry around inside our human washer?@

AMaster, you could fuck me again?@

 

AWell, we could, but I=m afraid we=re all fucked out at the moment.  Unless you have someone you could call to come over and help out,@ I suggested, an eyebrow raised.

 

AUm...no, Master.  I mean...I don=t think there=s anyone I could call.@

 

AAny other suggestions?@

 

AUm...Master, if I could cum...I mean...it would make my cunt really wet, and I know the muscles move around a bunch when that happens.  Maybe if I could cum, that would help?@

 

ADo you think you=ve done anything to deserve an orgasm, Lydia?@ I asked.

 

AUm...I=m not sure, Master.  I mean...I guess that=s for you do decide, Master, but I really need to cum right now.@  She implored me with her eyes to let her have the relief she so desperately needed.

 

AWell, okay,@ I said, ABut under one condition.  You aren=t to touch yourself below the waist.@

 

AYes, Master!  Thank you, Master!@ she screamed, her hands moving to her full, swollen breasts, fingers tugging and pinching her already erect nipples.  We could see her breath quickening; she was right on edge, but without being allowed to touch her gaping cunt, she just couldn=t make it.  I watched her frown, then a big smile grew on her face as she started sliding her knees in my direction.  Closer and closer she moved, until her knees were on either side of my leg.  She leaned back, thrusting her groin towards me, finally making contact as she humped up and down on my leg, leaving a thick trail of cunt slime.  It was on the third stroke that she screamed out as her orgasm hit, knocking her backwards onto the floor.  Still squeezing her abused breasts, she squirmed on her back, her legs flying left and right as she continued to hump the air, as though fucking an invisible cock.  As she started to come down off her cloud of orgasmic bliss, I placed my foot on her crotch, grinding into her cunt with my heel, setting her off again.  This time I didn=t let up, sawing the side of my foot back and forth between her bald, inflamed cunt lips, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, until she was deliriously begging me to stop.  At that point, I forced one more cum out of her, then stopped, allowing her to rest for a moment.

 

ASo what are you going to do with it?@ Buck asked.

 

AWould you believe I already have a buyer lined up?@ I grinned.

 

AThat quick?@  He seemed surprised.

 

ANot so quick.  I=ve been working on this one for months.  Just because she didn=t realize she was being trained doesn=t mean she wasn=t, you know?@

 

AYeah,@ Buck nodded thoughtfully.  ASo who=s the lucky Owner?@

 

AActually, he should be here any time now,@ I said, looking at my wristwatch.  As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

 

AGet up off your lazy ass and answer the door, slut!@ I yelled, accentuating my command with a swift kick to Lydia=s ass.  She scrambled to the door without a thought to her naked, cum-covered body, gasping in surprise as she flung it open to discover the identity of her future Master. 

 

ABilly?@ she gasped, trying unsuccessfully to hide her nakedness.

 

AI think you mean, >Master,= don=t you, you cum-sucking slave cunt?@ were the last words she heard, as she fell unconscious at her nineteen year old brother=s feet.

 

“She always treated me like shit when we were growing up,” he said, looking at us. “Now I guess it’s turnabout.  I’m going to enjoy taking this bitch down a few notches.”  He reached into his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill.  “As agreed.”

 

“And here’s your receipt.  Make sure she knows how much I thought of her.  I’m sure knowing I traded her for five bucks will do her ego wonders.”

 

I found out later that Lydia went back to work for just one day, to turn in her resignation and invite the boys in her Remedial Reading class over for a “goodbye party.”  I heard a couple of the parents tried to press criminal charges after finding out she’d been the center attraction at the party, which was really more of an orgy, but nobody could find her.  About the only thing that happened was a big scandal, her name and picture in the paper, and the state school board revoking her teaching license.  Like a sex slave needs any other job, right?

 

Anyway, I just went on with my life after that.  Dating, and when I found another suitable girl, training and then selling her to someone else.  I never did do the charity thing again, as far as virtually giving one away.  I also found out I could get much, much more by selling to overseas buyers – usually Middle Easterners, but sometimes to Asia (Thailand had a big demand for young white girls), and a couple of times to African dictators.  There was nothing like seeing a formerly haughty, stuck-up bitch kneeling, terrified and naked, with some huge black man holding her leash.  I didn’t make tons of money on all of them, though; some just weren’t suited for true sex slavery, and were really nothing but whores.  Those I took across the border and sold to a couple of Mexican whorehouses, usually barely making expenses for my effort.  It was all part of the business, though.  In retail, you often have spoilage; in the business of female flesh, you sometimes have the same thing.