Title: Slave Patty Author: Darwin Part: 1 Summary: Patty receives an introduction to the sex slave lifestyle and an invitation Keywords: slow, Mdom, bbw, FF, MF, humil, BD, reluc, slave Slave Patty Copyright (c) 2010 by darwin1859@ymail.com (slow Mdom bbw FF MF humil BD reluc slave) Chapter 1: Patty is a Fatty Patty Sullivan ate the snickers chocolate bar in defeat. A small part of her mind was well-aware that eating sweets like the snickers was a big part of her problem. But dieting didn't seem to help and at 23 Penny weighed almost 250 pounds even though she was only 5' 6". She had once been a pretty blond-haired, blue-eyed girl and she still retained pretty features, but all men noticed when they saw her were the rolls of fat and a triple-chin. Once, she had had a "fellow traveler" in her involuntary segregation. When Patty had started at Humbard-Settle, Janet Weber had trained her and the two had become close friends. They both had the same figure (curvy, but quite overweight), the same fashion-sense, and the same sense of humor. Janet was several years older than Penny and had "gone to seed" (actually, "gone to The Cheesecake Factory") a bit more. Penny did not like thinking bad things about her friend, but once Janet had ripped a seam while bending over, and Penny thought to herself, 'I WILL staple my mouth shut if I ever get that bad!'. But the truth was that Patty had little self-control. In her mind, Penny was sure that the fact that neither Janet nor herself had had a boyfriend in a long, long time was due to their weight problem. And, at this rate, it didn't look like either of them was likely to get married. Sometimes she railed against a world prejudiced against over-weight people. But, most of the time, she just drowned her loneliness in Haagen-Dazs and Kahlua. So, Penny was extremely interested when Janet seemed to start losing weight rapidly. A couple years after Penny had started working with Janet, she noticed that Janet had lost weight. Clothes that had been tight--a blouse that Penny herself had bought for Janet--now seemed loose. Janet just said "Oh, thanks" and acted like nothing was going on. She avoided discussing it and denied that she was dieting. But, it continued: week after week, Janet would come in on Monday looking thinner and also more fit. Patty couldn't get over her friend's transformation but Penny was feeling even fatter and less attractive. Janet had naturally curly brown hair, to which she added an artificial reddish tinge. As she lost weight, her high cheeks, full lips and hazel eyes stood out more -- she really had a pretty face. Adding insult to Penny's injured sense of friendship, as most of Janet slimmed down, her breasts slimmed only a little, perhaps one or two minor cup sizes. Briefly, Penny worried that Janet was sick and that that was the reason for her silence. But as the weeks passed, and Janet was clearly getting fitter as well as thinner, Penny could not believe that Janet was seriously ill. But it was weird how Janet refused to admit that she was dieting, or indeed, that she was losing weight. Whenever Patty would raise the subject, Janet would change the subject or ignore her. Another weird thing was that Janet had stopped having lunch with her. Janet would eat at her desk now and she was secretive about her food. Penny had a hard time examining Janet's food closely, but she always ate a lunch that she had brought with her and sometimes it seemed like granola, while at other times Janet had fruits or vegetables. As this went on, Penny was, frankly, getting increasingly angry with her friend. It was wonderful that Janet was losing weight and it's a free country if you want to pretend that it's not happening. But whatever Janet was doing was working great! Janet was looking thinner but also more toned and fit. And Penny was hurt and angry that her friend kept her weight-loss secret from her. Months had passed and Janet was now quite svelte, as compared to Patty. By this time, Patty hardly felt that Janet was her friend anymore. They still talked but Janet was very closed about so many things now; it was like she was a different person. Men in the office certainly acted like a new girl had been hired. For example, a guy from a department at the top of the building would walk a file down, rather than putting it in inter-office mail, and then he'd stay to chat for a minute. Penny saw a married man take his ring off before he went over for an overly-long consultation with Janet and Penny overhead more than a couple guys ask Janet out, but she always refused. Penny was envious and desperately wanted to know the secret of her new-found fitness, but despite repeated attempts to raise the subject, Janet refused to talk about it. Then, one Tuesday, just before quitting time, Janet came over to Patty's desk. "Patty," she began as she looked around to make sure not on could hear them, "you noticed how I have changed over the past few months... I lost weight and ... everything, and ... I... well... I wasn't permitted to speak of it before now. But now I, um... well, He said I should talk to you about it." "Oh, no..." Patty lied. "Well, yeah, I noticed how you... You look great now! I wish I looked so good!" In that instant, she felt like things were back to normal and she was talking to the friend she had always known. Janet smiled, but only half-way. "I know. He asked me to see if you wanted to come meet Him." "Who is 'he'?" Penny asked. "Um... He is the reason for my weight loss and... well, everything." she said with a nervous smile. "I'm not permitted to lie about this but I can't talk about it here. Do you have any plans for tonight?" "I... yeah..." In fact, Penny's TV show was on tonight, but she was intrigued. "No. I mean, I can get together. You mean, like, meet him tonight?" Janet smiled but she also looked a bit perturbed. "Let's talk after work," she said. "I just have a file to finish, I'll be ready to go in 5 minutes," she added brightly, and then she was gone. Penny finished her work and waited for Janet to finish her's. Soon they were headed down to the street and Janet was making small talk about insignificant things. When they left the building, Janet lead Penny a couple doors down the street and pulled her out of the bustle of the sidewalk into a doorway. "He is going to meet us over there, in about five minutes," she said, pointing to a pub across the street. "If you like," she added. "I... um... well..." she wore a pained expression. Penny tried to interrupt, but Janet shushed her and dropped her bomb, "I have to tell you who He is -- He is my Master. I am his slave." "What do you mean, 'slave'?" Penny asked. "He owns me, I am His. He tells me what to do and I do it. I submitted myself to Him a year ago. That's why I have lost all this weight." Penny was bewildered. "You mean, he's some kind of weight-loss guru?" Janet's pained look got deeper. "I am his slave... his sex slave," she said very carefully, "He is my Master. I live in The House with Him... whatever he says, I do. My life now revolves around pleasing Him. I... I told him that I missed being your friend and he commanded me to speak to you about this. He wants to meet you. He... wants to invite you to His House." She looked up and down the street. "I have to go now and wait for him. You have to decide if you want to meet him. There isn't much time." Penny was bewildered and flabbergasted, but she looked Janet over as she spoke and the fact was that Janet looked great; Penny wanted to meet this 'Master' who had done such magic for her friend. She also missed being friends with Janet and didn't want that to stop. "Sure," Penny said at last, and although she tried to smile and act light-hearted, she wondered what what she was getting herself into. Janet's eye's lit up and a wide smile crossed her face. "Oh, that's great!" she said. "Only we MUST hurry!" and she grabbed Penny's arm and hurried her across the street and into the pub. It was dark inside but Janet seemed to know just where to go, navigating to a back room with a door marked "private". She opened the door and pulled Penny in. The room was a pleasant sitting room. There was a low table next to an overstuffed chair and scattered around the chair were some cushions. On the other side of the room was a dining table and six chairs. Just to the side of the door was an armoire. "You can sit on any of the cushions," Janet said, "NOT on the chair. I... I have to get ready." She looked like she wanted to say more but at last she said simply: "Oh, please don't judge me until you know the whole truth." Then she started to hurriedly disrobe! In a flash, she had taken all her clothes off -- even her bra and panties -- and placed the folded clothes in the armoire. She took out a black leather collar and wrapped it around her neck. Then she took some chains from the armoire and locked them around her ankles. She then hobbled over next to the big chair, dropped to her knees, then forward so that her face was on the carpet. She thrust her hands between her legs and seemed to fasten handcuffs. When Janet was done, she was locked in her chains, on her knees, with her pussy and ass high in the air and blatantly on display. Janet was helpless, with her wrists locked tightly near her ankles. Penny was shocked, but a bit amused as well. She had to admit that her friend looked good naked. Penny, herself, was very self-conscious and she would have died of embarrassment and humiliation if anyone had seen her naked and so, "on display." Despite herself, Penny walked around behind Janet to get a better view. Janet's ass was firm and full without being flabby and she had removed every trace of hair from her pussy area. Penny was a little shocked to have such an unobstructed view of Janet's labia and asshole, but it also made her excited. Just then, an older man, dressed in the food-stained whites of a cook, burst into the room and went straight over to Janet. He was surprised when he saw Penny. "Evening, Miss," he said with a nod of his greying head and an awkward smile. Then he pulled out his cock, which was hard and already long. Using her hair as a handle, he pulled Janet's head off the carpet, up to crotch level. Then he started thrusting his long cock into Janet's mouth. For her part, Janet seemed eager to suck the old man's penis. Penny couldn't take her eyes off the spectacle of Janet and the old man. Absentmindedly, she sat down in the chair. Soon, the old man was mercilessly fucking Janet's mouth, pulling all the way out and then thrusting all the way home, so that Janet's face was smashed against the greying hairs of his belly. "That's it whore," he finally spoke, "Swallow my cock. I'm going to feed you some dinner." Penny was, if possible, even more surprised when the door opened and a tall man dressed all in black entered. Three steps behind him, there came a naked woman. She had long red hair and she wore only a black leather collar, like Janet's. Also like Janet, she was trim and fit and utterly denuded of any hair below her eyebrows. Her face was hard to see, because she was staring at the floor, but she looked quite attractive to Penny. The man in black crossed the room to Penny and smiled broadly at her. "You must be Penny Sullivan? Welcome! Janet has told me all about you and I know that she is very happy that you are here." "Thank you," Penny said shyly, she still wasn't sure why she was there. "Did Janet mention that you aren't supposed to sit in that chair?" the man asked with twinkling eyes. "Oh!" Penny jumped out of the chair. "I'm sorry!" she said, her face turning red. "Don't worry," the man said with an even broader smile, "But if you could please remember--it's a matter of some importance--did she mention to you that sitting in this chair was forbidden?" "No," Penny lied. "I thought she said I could sit anywhere." The tall man doubted Penny, but he let the matter drop. "So, you will join us for diner, won't you? The food here is simple but excellent!" "Yes, thank you," Penny said. "These others..." he gestured at the two naked slave girls, "call me Master Quin, but you may address me simply as 'Quin'" he said with a smile. Penny started to ask a question but Quin had turned to Janet and said, "Finish Old Tom, my dear, I'm sure we're all very hungry." Immediately, Janet started humming or moaning and Old Tom threw his head back. "Oh God, oh God," he cried over and over. After about a minute of this, he switched to "Oh God YES! OH GOD YES!" and then his body seemed to undulate and his thrusting became leisurely. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and Janet thrust her tongue out in pursuit. It dawned on Penny that Janet must have swallowed the old man's jism. The thought bounced back and forth in her head. On one hand, it was disgusting but it was also hot to see her friend do something so wickedly intimate and subservient. Old Tom let go of the slave's head and she toppled back to the carpet. He put away his shrunken manhood and then Quin helped Old Tom up from his knees. "Did she do a good job, Old Tom?" Quin asked. "Oh yes Sir." Old Tom looked happy but sheepish, "As always Sir." "Well, let me introduce our guest. Old Tom," Quin said, turning towards Penny, "This is Slave Janet's friend Penny... Penny, this is The Blind Dragon's culinary genius.. the man responsible for our feast tonight." Old Tom bowed slightly and smiled. Penny didn't know what to do, so she bowed also. "You two put on quite a show for Penny." Quin grinned broadly. "Oh, I'm sorry miss," he said while turning bright red. "Not at all, not at all," Quin admonished. "I appreciate your entertaining both girls for me." "My pleasure, Sir," said Old Tom, "But I better get back to the kitchen and see to dinner. The soup is ready, shall I bring it in?" "Yes, please," Quin answered and Old Tom dashed out of the room with as much speed as he had entered. As Quin was seating Penny at his right side, Old Tom was back bearing rolls, two bowls of soup, and some other items. Quickly and expertly, he laid out settings for Quin and Penny and served the soup. "Cream of summer vegetable with meat" he said and was gone. It smelled delicious to Penny. "Ah, Old Tom's cream soups are always a treat," Quin said and started in on the soup. When he was almost done, Penny noticed that he took a roll, broke it in two and dipped the halves into the soup. But he did not eat the rolls, he placed them on an empty plate. As Quin and Penny were eating, the two slave girls knelt by the big chair. Penny wondered when they would eat. Maybe that old guy's sperm was all Janet would get for dinner? That seemed incredibly harsh. "So, I'm sure you have questions," Quin said, seeing her gazing at the kneeling slaves. "Oh," Penny was suddenly shy of this man. "No, not really." "Oh come now," Quin admonished, "You want to ask about your friend and being a slave and what all this means. I can see it in your eyes." This made Penny blush because he was exactly right. But she still felt shy around this man who had such an effect on her friend. "Maybe later," was all she said. Quin was undeterred. "You see, I am a modern-day slave owner. Presently, I have three slaves. You know Janet and you see Cecily there with her," he waved his arm toward the slave girls. "They have submitted themselves to me. They are my slave girls to order and discipline... and enjoy. Their only concern in life now is to please me." Quin laughed at Penny's expression. "Yes, sex too, especially sex. Janet will tell you that she especially likes the sex. I think that's a main reason why she stays, aside from her promise to do so. But the other reason," Quin was suddenly thoughtful, "is that girls like Cecily and Janet don't like to make decisions. They don't like risks or uncertainty. They become stressed very easily." And what he said was true. It dawned on Penny that, even more than the weight loss, the biggest change in Janet over the past several months was that she seemed quite serene. Penny had just noticed that her friend had a lot less to talk about, but really, she no longer complained about different stresses. Quin was still talking, "See, that's the beauty of slavery -- slaves don't make decisions. They don't decide what or when to eat, they don't have to decide where to live or what to buy. If a problem arises, they simply tell me. I make all those decisions for my household. Janet doesn't even have to make work decisions. She simply obeys my directives, and if she has a question, she texts me and I tell her what to do." Quin was growing animated, and Penny tried to listen but she was noticing how piercing his blue eyes were and how handsome he was. "You noticed her weight-loss and her fitness, didn't you?" Penny was startled out of her reverie by his question. She had rather liked listening to his voice. Luckily, the answer was simple enough. "Yes, Sir," she said. "Why do you call me Sir?" Quin asked. But then he answered himself: "You like what you hear. You are think that you would like this. I see that. Very well, you may call me 'Sir' but you may not call me 'Master'. If you do so, you will be punished." "Yes Sir." "Tell me, Penny, have you ever been with a woman? I mean, have you ever kissed a woman? Or licked another woman's pussy? Or wanted to do so?" "No, Sir, I have never kissed a woman or anything with a woman. I don't think I ever was attracted to a woman but there was a boy in school that I liked and I told a friend of mine that I would... be with a woman, if that boy asked me." Just then, a man, a stranger to Penny, came in bearing dishes. He quickly served salads and appetizers and removed the soup bowls. He ignored the plate prepared by Quin and he didn't even seem to notice two naked women kneeling by the chair. Quin, meanwhile, had walked over to Janet. Now he easily lifted her up and brought her to the table. He set her down kneeling on the far end of the table. "Heel", he said and instantly Cecily jumped to her feet, scampered over to Quin and dropped to her knees at his right hand. "Up on the table, Cecily. Kneel facing Janet." Cecily immediately rose and climbed onto the table to kneel facing, almost touching, Janet. "Kiss," said Quin and the two slaves began to kiss. "Open your mouths and use your tongues," Quin commanded. Instantly, both of them opened their mouths, tilted their heads, and kissed like lovers. Penny was a little surprised at this turn of events. She found herself wondering what it felt like to kiss a girl. She had never been attracted sexually to Janet but now the thought of being the one kissing Janet.. or Cecily, turned her on. She reflected that she certainly had never been kissed like that before, by anyone. "Here," Quin said to Penny as he dug a key out of his pocket, "use this key to unlock Janet's shackles." Penny walked to where Janet and Cecily knelt and continued to tongue wrestle. Penny heard them both moaning quietly and the wet sounds of their kissing. She felt her own pussy getting wetter at this spectacle. It was hard to get her fat hands between the two girls. She turned to look at Quin. "Try going underneath her backside," Quin suggested. Penny went behind Janet and indeed, she could see the cuffs but to put her hand through, she would brush Janet's labia for sure. She looked at Quin. He was tapping a finger against the table impatiently. With a sense of submission, Penny snaked her hand under Janet. Penny's hand and arm brushed against Janet's pussy and she felt how soft Janet's pussy was and how wetly excited she had become; the juices wet Penny's arm, but she stuck to her task and fit the key into one cuff and unlocked it. Doing so, however, caused her arm to twist and push against Janet's pussy. Janet ignored this, neither rising not lowering herself. Penny pulled her arm out and turned to return to her seat. "Did you remove the shackles completely?" Quin asked pointedly. "No Sir," Penny said and turned back to Janet. She slid her arm underneath her friend's soft, wet pussy and worked the key into the other hand cuff, then the ankle cuffs, which were a lot easier. Then she removed the chains and returned to her place. "Was that satisfactory, Sir?" she asked. "Yes," Quin replied through a mouthful of salad. "Please, eat your salad. The next course will be here shortly and we haven't even touched the appetizers. Blind Dragon crab cakes are absolutely renowned!" As Penny began on her salad, Quin addressed the slaves again. "Sixty-nine race. Janet, you take top." The two slaves lay down in a 69 position with Janet on top. Penny was shocked to watch her friend performing oral sex on Cecily. Penny wondered what it was like to kiss another women there, what it smelled and tasted like. And then she wondered what it was like to have the gentle roughness of a girl's tongue to run over your clit and up and down one's labia. Quin was watching Penny closely as she watched Janet and Cecily. "Like the show?" he asked with a smile. "Oh..." Penny didn't know what to say. "Yes." She ate her salad. Soon Janet started writhing on top of Cecily. She moaned loudly and it was obvious that she was climaxing. Still Cecily vigorously tongued Janet and Janet continued to writhe and moan on top of the red-headed girl. "Two points for Cecily. Now Janet, you owe her two free style orgasms." "Between my legs," Cecily ordered Janet, "Use your mouth and both hands." Janet got up and knelt between Cecily's knees to bring her to a pair of climaxes. She seemed to be using both hands and her mouth on Cecily. For her part, Cecily beamed at Quin and Penny. She twisted her erect nipples and breathed hard. "Oh yes, Oh yes, make me cum you slut," she hissed. Cecily came hard on Janet's face, moaning loudly and saying nasty things like "Tongue harder slut" or "Next you're going to do my ass, slut!" Penny ate a crab cake -- this was way better than television. True to her word, when Cecily came down off that climax, she turned around to present her backside to Janet's face. "Spread my cheeks; I want your tongue all over my asshole," she ordered. Soon she was saying "Yessss" and making little sounds of pleasure. "Now fuck my cunt with your fingers," she ordered. "No turn your hand around... Ah, that's perfect. Now rub my clit. Ahhhh. NOW! NOW with your tongue, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass with your slut tongue you lazy... Ah, Ah! AH God yesssss." This went on for three more crab cakes and then Cecily climaxed hard and long with Janet's busy tongue in her ass. Holding Janet's face tightly in her ass, she collapsed onto the floor and rubbed her privates against the carpet while riding her climax, which lasted a full two minutes. "Bravo!" Quin clapped for the slave girls. "Come beg for some crab cake." Instantly Cecily was on her knees making plaintive guttural cries with her mouth open and her hands behind her back. Quin fed her small bits of crab cake directly from his fingers. She would take it from his fingers and rub her face against his torso while chewing and swallowing; then she was back to begging again. Janet, exhausted from the sex, was slower but was soon on her knees with her hands behind her back and making submissive begging noises for her bits. The two slaves playfully tried to nudge each others head's away from Quin's hand. The two slaves then took turns dancing as Quin and Penny ate the rest of their dinner. Quin thoroughly charmed Penny during dinner. It was obvious that he had learned much about her from Janet because he inquired about her family and friends and discussed shared interests. It was also clear that he was an educated and well-traveled man of great experience and wisdom. After dinner, Quin said, "Penny, you are every bit as pretty and charming as Janet said you were. I know Janet misses you a great deal and now that I have come to know you, I understand why. Would you be interested in joining my household as a slave? I can promise you that you will look and feel better, just like Janet, and I think you will enjoy being my slave and that I will enjoy owning you." Penny didn't know what to say. She was certainly tempted. Quin saw that she was coming around and proceeded. "No need to answer now. Come home with Janet tomorrow, or any night this week, OK?" "Ok," Penny answered, she felt like going with Quin now. "Now then," Quin said forcefully, advancing on Janet, "Is it true that you failed to warn Penny that she must not sit in my chair?!" "No, Master!" Janet replied quickly; Penny could see her tremble. Penny suddenly felt very nervous. "Penny says that you did not warn her!" Quin said loudly and firmly. "Why would she say that?" "I don't know, Master," Janet said evenly but quietly, "Maybe she didn't hear me." Penny was in a quandary; she couldn't correct herself now, but she was fearful of what was coming. She started to sweat. "Janet, bring me the Number 1 crop," Quin ordered. Janet went to the armoire and removed a crop. Then she put it in her mouth, dropped to her hands and knees, and crawled to her Master. Out of the corner of his eye, Quin could see Penny getting visibly upset. 'Ah ha!' he thought to himself. 'Or, maybe not. Maybe she's just not cut out for being a slave after all... Well, best to find that out at once.' "Thank you," Quin said to Janet as he accepted the crop. He whipped it through the air a few times; It made a fearful whizzing noise. Penny could imagine how much it must hurt to be hit by it. She got even more upset and nervous for her friend. "Assume whipping position!" Quin ordered. Janet immediately knelt down, then lowered her face to the carpet. She stuck her hands straight up, over her head. Her ass and sex were prominently displayed and accessible. Her toes were pointed and just touching; her feet lay flat on the ground. Quin turned to Penny. "There are Masters and slaves that love this part best, but I am not one of those Masters. But when a slave fails her duties, it is my job to help her to improve herself. I take this very seriously. It is fortunate that Janet slipped, so that now I can show you a little of the discipline a slave might endure." Quin turned back to the prostrate Janet. "I would never discipline a slave without reason and Janet rarely slips, so we are very fortunate, indeed." Quin raised the whip high... "Wait!" Penny interrupted. "I.. I'm... I think she did warn me." Quin turned to Penny, very slowly. "Sorry?" "Now I do remember that she did tell me not to sit on the chair." Penny was very nervous now. "I.. It slipped my mind." Quin said nothing for several heartbeats. He simply stood over Janet, holding he crop and staring at Penny with those piercing eyes of his. Penny cast her eyes down. "I'm very sorry. She told me not to sit in your chair but I forgot and when you asked, I got confused and I... Don't whip her, she told me." "Penny, earlier you said quite clearly that Janet did not tell you..." Quin paused for dramatic effect. "... Either you were not telling the truth then... or now." Quin felt that he knew that she was lying now, and he wanted to make Penny squirm. Penny looked down at her friend, naked and prostrate with her ass up for whipping. "I... lied before because I was embarrassed that I forgot. Please don't whip her." "Well..." Quin said slowly, "If you were one of my slaves, I would have to discipline you for lying to me." Quin paused for that to sink in. "But since you are not one of my slaves, you must ask me to discipline you." Quin paused again. He could see Penny's mental anguish on her face. "If you do not ask me to discipline you, I will whip Janet." Penny looked down at her friend. She started to get teary. "Oh, please don't whip her," she sobbed. Quin was impassive; he was quite familiar with tears; they were, he knew, a good start. Quin raised the whip over Janet's pale ass. "Say 'Please, Master Quin'" Quin said evenly. Penny sobbed "Please, Master Quin..." "'...Please discipline me for lying'" Penny sobbed and turned away. Quin brought the crop down hard on Janet's ass with a sharp crack. Penny's facial expression was like it was she that was struck. Her eyes were big and round, her mouth open. All sobbing was temporarily ended. "One!" Janet called out clearly. Her face held a grimace, but she didn't otherwise cry out. "'...Please discipline me for lying'" Quin repeated. "Oh God," Penny started sobbing again. She could see an angry red mark appearing on Janet's white ass. "Oh God, please discipline me." "Strip!" Quin replied. Penny hesitated, so Quin raised the crop high above Janet's ass again. Penny started fumbling with her buttons. "I will give you sixty seconds," Master Quin said, "and then I whip Janet once every three seconds until you are naked." Quin looked at Cecily, "Count seconds!" "One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand,..." Cecily began counting. Penny began wildly clawing at her clothes. At 30 seconds, she was trying to get her panty-hose off. As the seconds ticked down, she ripped them to get them loose. She fell down and tugged the tangled ruins and her panties off. At 50 seconds, she only had her bra, which she quickly undid and, with a single second remaining, she flung it off and sat their naked. "You're a beautiful nude," Quin said admiringly, "I wish I had an easel and paint right now but maybe I'll paint you later. Now, you must stand up." Penny clumsily regained her feet. She felt 90% awkward, 10% sexy, being naked in front of this mysterious, handsome man and his two sex slaves. "Now, bend down from the waist and pick up each garment, one at a time." Penny turned her ass away from him and started to bend over as ordered. "Stop!" Quin commanded. "I want to see your ass when you bend over. Turn around... that's it. Ok, now proceed." Penny bent down and picked up her panties. "Fold it and put it in the armoire over there." Penny did as he requested. Quin watched her walk over to the armoire with the panties. She was too heavy, but she carried herself with grace. "Now the next item, quickly." Again, Penny bend over at the waist and offered him a view of her ass, then she folded that item and put it in the armoire. A few more times and she was done. "Now, Penny, assume whipping position." Quin ordered. "The same position as Janet, right next to her on the carpet there." Quin waited while Penny joined her friend on the carpet. Penny tried to mirror her friend's pose. "Straighten your arms... Good. While you are being disciplined, you MUST hold this position. Especially, you must not move your hands nor your feet and you must hold your bottom up high in the air. Understand?" "Yes, Master" Penny replied quietly. Her eyes were wet, but she had stopped crying. A large part of her mind wondered how she came to be naked, waiting to be whipped on the ass. She felt humiliated. But a small part of her wondered what it felt like and she wondered if she looked as sexy as Janet did, with her ass in the air, and whether Quin thought she was sexy and whether he wanted her. It was silly, but she wished that she had gotten her private parts waxed, so she would be 'all there' like Janet. "Very good," Quin said while idly stroking Penny's exposed bottom. "Your toes need to touch at the tip like Janet's," Quin corrected her. Penny made her toes touch. "I have decided that your offense requires seven strokes," He said, "But there is a problem. On the one hand, you committed these offenses, Penny, and your bottom should suffer all seven strokes. On the other hand, you have not yet been initiated.. you are not yet mine to discipline. I had thought to whip Janet in your place, since I own her and may do as I please... But you have begged me not to whip her. What do you think I should do, Penny?" "I..." Penny thought about this for a moment. She didn't want to get whipped at all... Oh, sure, a small part of her mind wondered what it felt like. She also did not want to have her friend punished in her place. "Ahhh..." Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration. "Sir... Master Quin, I think you should do as you please with me and slave Janet." she said in her meekest, most subservient voice. "Oh, my!" Quin explained, "You are a perfectly clever girl Penny! That is exactly the correct answer and since you have been so clever and so submissive, I award you a point and reduce your punishment by a stroke. You each shall each have three lashes upon your behinds. And... let's see if this makes it interesting... Cecily, here will kiss you between strokes. Now, you must count each stroke and if you miscount, or fail to count, then we will start all over again." Quin motioned Cecily over and the girl came and knelt at his feet. Quin immediately smacked Penny's ass hard with the crop. The sharp 'Crack!' shocked Penny and it was followed by a wave of pain. Penny was unable to prevent herself from crying out in pain and surprise. She managed, however, to keep her pose. And, after the initial shock, she realized that it had surprised her more than it hurt her; actually, less pain than she had feared. As she was processing this first blow, Quin waited impatiently only a heartbeat and then said, "Penny, did I command you to count each stroke?" "One!" Penny said quickly. "Sorry, too late." Quin replied firmly. "Because you did not count that, we start over... You need to carefully listen when I explain something and do exactly as I say." Quin then bent down to Cecily and whispered "Tongue her asshole" and then, gripping Cecily's head by her hair, he guided it between Penny's ass cheeks. Cecily had to spread Penny's cheeks but she started tonguing Penny's asshole vigorously. Quin watched closely, he couldn't see Penny's face but he knew that she would enjoy this sensation, although in some girls it was so dirty that they couldn't accept it. As Quin predicted, Penny eagerly forgot about how dirty this was as she soaked up the naughty pleasure of it. Quin brought the crop down on Janet's ass. "One!" Janet said loud and clear. Quin then pulled Cecily's head off Penny's ass, then farther way when she kept holding Penny's ass cheeks apart. Quin smacked Penny hard across the ass again. Quickly, and without regard for Cecily's comfort, he shoved her face back into Penny's ass. "One!" Penny called out. "I'm sorry Penny," Quin said. "That was stroke two. You and Janet are sharing strokes, so you would say 'Two!' on the second stroke. We start again, please try to pay attention." Penny felt frustrated and her ass hurt! But she held her tongue, merely moaning a bit. It was hard for Penny to process, like wanting warm but having cold and hot; except the smacks, though they hurt badly, were not entirely without warmth and Cecily's tongue on and in her anus was pleasantly hot and felt heavenly. Quin removed Cecily, smacked Penny's ass as hard as he could, then jammed her face back onto Penny's ass. "Ahhh! One!" Penny screamed. Quin then immediately repeated this maneuver. "Ahhh! Two! Oh my God that hurts!" Penny screamed, but Quin watched carefully and she did not move her hands or her feet. 'Very good', he thought to himself. Quin then removed Cecily's ministrations but struck Janet instead. "Three!" Janet called out. Quin then removed Cecily again, counted a few heartbeats, then moved her back onto Penny's ass without striking her. Then he pulled Cecily off and ran his finger over one of the stripes across Penny's backside. Quin could hear Penny inhale but she didn't call out. Quin took the opportunity to run a finger down Penny's ass crack and across her sex and clit, then back up, between her pussy lips and into her pussy. She was soaking wet. Penny gave a little gasp when he did this but otherwise remained still. With one hand still in Penny's pussy, he idly slapped the crop down on Janet. "Four!" Janet called out. Quin started sawing two fingers in and out of Penny's pussy. With his other hand, he ground Cecily's face into Penny's ass. Then he struck Janet again, while flicking Penny's clit with his thumb. "Five!" Janet called out. Quin them removed his hand and Cecily's face, silently counted to 30, re-attacked Penny's ass and pussy, pulled them off for another 30 seconds. He kept this up for about eight minutes. He knew what this was like for Penny. She had one painful stroke left. Each time the stimulation was removed, there was the double-barreled pang of loss and dread; loss of the stimulating fingers and tongue and the dread of another painful smack on the ass. Each time she waited for the pain and relived the previous blows. Each time she felt instead, after a while, the welcome kiss upon her anus and the probing tongue and fingers. After the eighth time Quin repeated this treatment, Penny's muscles started contracting and although she was fighting hard not to break form, she was still thrashing slightly. Her breathing was ragged. Impressed that Penny could climax during a whipping (albeit with more rimming than blows), Quin rubbed more vigorously on her clit and gently tapped Cecily on the ass and whispered "More" to the slave. Cecily worked even harder on Penny's ass. Soon Penny was obviously climaxing. Quin kept up the stimulation for about a minute. Then he pulled Cecily's mouth off Penny's asshole and administered the last blow as hard as he could. "Six!" Penny squeaked. "Ow!" Janet immediately spun around and crawled two steps to kiss the crop still in Quin's hand but Quin ignored her for the moment. "Very good, Penny" Quin said. "You were terrific! You have made me very excited now. I would like to have sex with you; if you would like that, turn over onto your back." Quin didn't wait for an answer and started to disrobe. Penny was still very turned on from everything... being coerced into stripping, lying down with her ass in the air, the whipping, Cecily rimming her and Quin finger fucking her. This was literally the sexiest thing that had ever happened to her and she was floating on a cloud of pent-up lust and desire. Without hesitation, she flipped onto her back and spread her legs wide apart. Quin slipped a condom onto his erection and then lowered himself onto her. Penny was almost a virgin. She had had sex exactly twice before. The first time was with a cute boy after a party in high school. The boy was a little drunk but very horny. While walking her home, they detoured into someone's yard and started necking. The night was warm and Penny was wearing a skirt and soon the boy's hands were rubbing her sex through her panties, then under her panties. A few minutes later, he pulled down her panties, bent her over a low fence, and started fucking her. He only lasted a minute before pulling out and cumming all over her ass. He then left without a word. The whole episode made Penny feel dirty, although she had replayed it endlessly while masturbating over the years. Penny's second time was with her prom date, a slightly homely boy. She had made sure he had protection and they had clumsily "done it" after the prom but it was entirely unsatisfactory. Penny had gained even more weight after high school and there hadn't been any other men. So, this time was like a dream. She was extremely turned on from the orgasm and also from the whipping. She basked in his words 'You were terrific!' and 'You have made me very excited'. Quin's weight her felt like the greatest thing ever, until he put his member inside her and THAT seemed like the greatest thing ever. She felt like he was filling a void in her. Then he started pounding away at her pussy. He fucked her vigorously for about 10 minutes before he gripped her even more tightly and bent down and bit her neck gently. This sent her over the edge and she climaxed again while he fucked her with wild abandon and then came himself. He lay on top of her and waited for his racing heart to slow down. "Squeeze my cock," he ordered her and she tried to do so. "Very good," he said. "Each time I squeeze you, you squeeze me like that" Then he squeezed her shoulder and she squeezed him. Then Quin pulled her hands over he head and squeezed her wrist; she squeezed him. He kissed her mouth and while he did, he gently squeezed her nipple. She squeezed his cock again, although her pussy muscles were getting tired. Rolling off her at last, he laid on his back. "Penny, I'd like you to watch this," he said and he pulled her head onto his belly, facing his dick. It was almost completely flaccid now, and the full condom hung down. "Cecily, remove my condom and dispose of it for me. Janet, clean me off" Quin ordered. Cecily pinched off the condom and slipped it off. She then squeezed all the cum out of the condom into her mouth and immediately swallowed the cum. Then she turned the condom inside out and licked it carefully clean. Once she had carefully cleaned the condom of all of her Master's cum, she threw it away. Janet, meanwhile, was licking her Master's cock like a cat cleaning her kitten. Once Janet had cleaned the cum and pussy juice off his member, she licked around his member, cleaning Penny's pussy juices off him, including off his public hair. She kept licking until she was sure that he was totally clean. Then she went to kneel next to Cecily. Rising, Quin helped Penny to her feet and over to the table. "If you please, it is actually against the rules for your to wear clothes in my presence. You may get dressed before you leave here." He got dressed quickly. "I wish I could stay longer, but duty calls... I had a wonderful evening. I would love it if you would submit to me so we could do this all the time. I know if would make Janet very happy as well." Quin grinned a charming smile. Penny was a bit lost, such a strange offer but she felt like she'd just been asked to the prom by the handsomest boy in the class. He drew her up from her chair and kissed her hard for what seemed to Penny to be a long time before he left without another word, bringing Cecily with him. Janet came and sat down next to Penny and the two hugged. Penny said, "They're gone now, let's get dressed." "Oh no, no, no!" Janet looked horrified, "We are not permitted to dress until it is time to go. But we can go at any time. Master Quin left me here to talk to you. What do you think of Him?" "Oh, it was strange at first but he's cute! And nice, except for that beating." "Master is the kindest man I've ever been with or known. Even when I am bound, I never fear that he will ever really hurt me. In fact, I feel safest when I am with Him. I know the whippings are painful, and he is firm, but it's right what he said... I've never known him to strike a slave without reason. And six lashes! ... you have no idea how lenient he was being! Cecily or I would have had a dozen each night for a week if we were ever caught in such a lie to him!" Penny thought about this. Quin did seem kind in a way, but it was hard to reconcile that with her throbbing ass. "Did you enjoy Master fucking you?" Janet asked and Penny blushed. "I can tell from your face that you did! Well, I wish you would come join us and you would have lots of sex with Master. You would have to submit yourself to Him and be His slave, but I love being His slave. I was never this happy before. The only thing that I miss about my old life is being your friend. But if you came to Him, we would be together all the time. You and I would share everything and I would be so happy!" "What is it like being a slave?" Penny asked. 'I cannot believe I am asking that question!' she thought to herself. "Well, Master owns three slaves, me and Cecily and Dawn. So, there are three of us to carry out our duties. We all live with Master in The House. Oh Penny! You will not believe The House! It's more of a mansion than a house, it's like something you see on TV, I love just being there." "Anyway," Janet continued. "We do what he wants. I follow all of Master's rules and I never have to worry about anything. I used to worry all the time, but now I have no stress. You have no idea how good that feels! What a weight lifted off my shoulders" Janet stood up and turned around, like a model. "And look at me! I feel better about myself than I ever have.. Ever! All Master's slaves are usually naked in The House and in His car... like you saw Cecily. Well, before I would have died of embarrassment but now it's sexy. I love showing off my new body. I love it when he looks at me. To be honest, I love it when he shows me off to other people, even strangers." "What do you mean, 'shows you off to strangers'?!" "Oh, it's fun. About once a month, Master throws a fetish ball. All his friends come and they bring their slaves. All the slaves pitch in to do the work, like cook and serve food... And we also entertain; I do a lot of dancing, or sometimes He'll declare an oil wrestling competition and us slaves will wrestle nude in a vat filled with cooking oil. That's a lot of fun, but you really have to scrub afterward to get all the oil off. Generally, all the slaves are on display during these balls. And, I know that sounds weird, but I LOVE the balls. They are so much fun!" "Do you.. I mean... you're a sex slave, right? What ..." Penny was blushing. She didn't know how to ask what she wanted to know. "So, I have sex!" Janet said with a smile, "Mmmm, usually, lot's of sex. Almost always it's what we call 'in-house' meaning Master or His slaves or Master's guest." "What about... I thought that old guy was raping you, until..." "Oh yes, Master Quin allows that when we come here as a favor. In fact, we slaves cannot refuse any reasonable request of Master's guests and I guess Old Tom counts under that rule." Penny thought about this for a minute. "But Cecily... I didn't know you... well, I mean, it's not bad if you like other girls, but..." "Well, Master usually fucks me a few times a week. but do the math: one Master and three slaves... I have sex with my sister slaves more often than Master Quin, but I don't feel like I am a lesbian, or even bisexual. Whatever Master commands, I have to do; it's part of the bargain that makes the sexy, stress-free me that you see today!" Janet giggled. "And, I have to admit, when Master commands me to have sex with a woman, I get turned on. I think I'm a little addicted to girl orgasms! Oh my God, you have no idea how good it feels to have a woman go down on you! So soft... gentle... and a girl knows how to wind another girl up and make her pop." Janet blushed. "I would never, ah, 'kiss a girl' if Master didn't command it, but I'm not embarrassed to say that I am eager when he does command it. The other thing is: He's usually watching and, I love performing for Him." Janet looked at Penny and saw her nipples were erect. She decided that the time was right. "Ah, this is a little embarrassing, but Master ordered me to try to seduce you and make you cum... and, as I just said, I don't hesitate when ordered... this isn't something I mind doing." Janet wore a guilty smile. "He wants you to know what you're getting into, but since you're not His slave, he can't order you to do anything that you don't want to do." Janet started caressing Penny's thigh, "For what it's worth, I think it's a good idea to try it and see if you like it. And..." Janet started caressing Penny's stomach, "if you don't mind, it would make me happy to fulfill Master's order." Penny didn't say anything, but her nipples seemed to get harder and she closed her eyes. Janet leaned over and started kissing her friend's neck, then her shoulders and above her breasts. Then she kissed and sucked on Penny's nipples. Janet pulled Penny's arms over her head, "Often you'll have sex in this position." Janet kissed Penny's elbows, then ran kisses down her arms and across her breasts. Then she kissed down Penny's stomach to her thighs. Janet pulled Penny's hips, so that her pussy was on the edge of the seat and she pushed Penny's legs wide open. Then Janet kissed her hips and her thighs and legs down to her toes. Then Janet began kissing random places on Penny's body while her fingers lightly caressed Penny's labia and pubic area. Finally, Janet ran wet, sucking kisses down Penny's thigh to her pussy and began to kiss Penny's pussy. She ran her tongue over Penny's labia and the skin between her pussy and her anus and Janet even kissed Penny's asshole. Janet then concentrated on Penny's pussy and worked hard to make her cum. It only took about five minutes for Penny's cries to grow from "yes, yes, oh yes" to "YES! YESSS! OH GOD YES! DON'T YOU DARE... YESSS! OHHHH! DON'T STOP!" and trying to pull Janet's head against her crotch to drive Janet's tongue deeper into her pussy. A moment later she came hard and fairly loudly. She didn't release Janet's head for a few more minutes. "Oh my God!" Penny said. She still had one hand on Janet's head, holding her face in her crotch. Panting, Penny asked Janet, "Am I a guest like Old Tom?" Janet's voice was slightly muffled, "I gesh sho." "Then I command you to do that again," Penny said happily, "but this time, I want your tongue up my ass." Janet thought about this for a fraction of a second and decided that Penny was absolutely right and it was her duty to fulfill any reasonable request - and, for a slave girl, rimming your friend's asshole and then licking her to another orgasm was a very reasonable request. She got to work. Penny wrung four orgasms out of Janet over more than an hour. At that point, she'd had more sex with Janet than anyone on the planet. Penny would have made Janet do more, after all, when is the next time she might have this golden opportunity? But Janet's tongue was clearly flagging; it had taken her almost 20 minutes to drive Penny to her fifth climax. Drunk with pleasure, Penny seriously considered whether she should try to kiss Janet's pussy. But, she figured that she'd get lots of practice doing that soon. But Janet looked so forlorn and worn out that Penny started fingering Janet's pussy, which was extremely wet. Soon Penny was driving her most of her hand into Janet's pussy and strumming Janet's clit with her thumb. As Janet got closer to release, she didn't yell, she hissed and moaned softly and writhed. Penny had never watched another woman climax and she was fascinated how Janet's body moved and how erect her nipples were. Gently, Janet pushed Penny to the floor and straddled her face "Kiss it!" Janet kissed. Tentatively, Penny stuck her tongue out. The taste was not unpleasant. Janet was rubbing her pussy against Penny's face, especially her clit against Penny's chin. Penny shifted her mouth to catch Janet's clit and sucked hard, the way Janet had sucked her. Janet's body tensed and her breathing became ragged and she made a low, sweet moan. Her climax continued for over a minute. Then she leaned down and licked Penny's face clean. "Come to Master's house with me tomorrow." Janet murmured in Penny's ear. "Submit yourself to him and we can do this all the time. I miss you Penny... Promise me that you will come Home with me tomorrow night." "Ok" Penny agreed with a guilty smile. She would do it. She would be a sex slave and lose weight and fuck Quin whenever she could and lick girl's pussies the rest of the time.