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 Gentle Master

   Chapter 01 of 16

   I'd like to thank all the people with the positive feedback and story
ideas. Due to numerous requests, I'm reposting the story.  This should be
the final repost.

   For you flamers, why bother?  The header tells you what's in the story.
If you don't like it, don't read it.  - Toetagger.





   One: Meeting



   You may have seen the ad in a few of the swinger's magazines, and on the
net.  I place it around the end of the year to replace any slaves that have
left my service during the previous year.

   'WM, 40, Dominate, seeks new submissive singles and couples, 18-50, who
find fulfillment in serving a master.  No experience needed.  (xxx)area
code.'



   The ad contained a little more info of course, but I was surprised by
the response.  I had very few nuts apply, and a few serious inquiries.  I
winnowed through them, and after sending out a few rejections, started to
interview the more serious slaves-to-be.  This tale is about a new couple
whom I have been introducing to a D/s lifestyle, and how they fit into my
harem.



   We had agreed to meet at a "safe" site, a local hotel's lounge.  I've
used it for years, both for meeting potential slaves, and for normal social
activities.  It usually has a band playing on weekends, but during the week
it settles for a piano player, or maybe a guitar man'.  Loud enough to keep
anyone from overhearing, quiet enough to talk in a normal tone.  I had told
them how to recognize me, and I had told them how to dress as a first test.
If they followed my instructions to the letter, I would know that they were
serious.



   I did not stand as Jim and Babs (Barbara) walked up, I just nodded, and
pointed out where I wanted them to sit.  I motioned to a waitress, another
of my slaves, (more on that later) and ordered them drinks.

   Jim was 6 feet plus, starting to paunch, with gray at the temples of
otherwise medium length, black hair.  Babs, a blonde, (no black roots
showing), a good figure, with bouncy breasts that had started their gravity
drawn move downward, just enough sag so that they could be cupped and
lifted.  (Just as I like them!)

   "Glad you could make it," I started.

   "Well," replied Jim, glancing over at Babs, "we were a little nervous,
but this seems like a safe enough place to meet."

   I looked over both of them, and giving my attention to Babs, asked, "And
you, are you sure of this decision?"

   She reached for her drink, and took a small sip.  "We've talked about
this for some time.  I think we're both ready to make a change in our
lives."

   "Let's start with some background," I began.  "According to your letter,
Jim, you're 38, and Babs is 36.  You've been married for 18 years, making a
success of a young marriage, unlike some others I can name.  Do you have
any kids?"

   Actually, I already knew quite a bit.

   "Yes," answered Babs, "two daughters, 16 and 17, and a son, 14.  They're
out of the house more than they are in, and with Sherry going to college
next year, I expect we'll have even more time together."

   "But," interrupted Jim, "while we enjoy each other, we find something is
missing.  We tried swinging, but to be honest, we didn't need new partners,
we needed a new challenge."

   "What do you do for a living?"

   "I'm in management at the --------- factory.  Babs teaches grade school
in the next county."

   "So discretion is important to both of you?"

   "Well, we don't want to lose our jobs, but we are willing to take some
risks."

   It seemed that they had followed my instructions as to dress.  Jim was
dressed in a sports shirt and slacks, and Babs in a light blouse and loose
skirt.  It showed off her breasts well, I could just see the darkness of
her nipples through the fabric.

   We had a small corner to ourselves, blocked by some planters and with
only a small table for the drinks.  We could see all of each other, but no
one could see into the area unless they stood at just the right angle.

   Now to see if they would obey other instructions.

   "Before we go further, let's check on those risks.  Babs, pull up your
skirt and show me that you followed my orders."

   Keeping her eyes on my face, she lifted the skirt from her legs, and
pulled the material to her waist.  I could see that she had not worn
panties or pantyhose to the lounge.  She opened her stocking clad legs to
expose her blonde-haired pussy to my view.

   I nodded, "Now, open your blouse."

   Five buttons later, her breasts were revealed to my view, nipples
hardening in the lounge's air conditioning.

   "Jim, unzip and pull out your cock and balls."

   He, too, followed my orders.  He was not quite as fast as his wife, but
he did not have to "root-around" any, for he was wearing no underwear, and
almost at once, both his semi-hard eight inch cock and his balls were
outside his trousers.

   I motioned for the waitress again, and ordered refills with a gesture.
As I said, she was one of my slaves, and knew what was going on, but Jim
and Babs did not.  I made them wait until I saw her on the way back before
I motioned to the couple to redress.  Jim got himself zipped back up before
she made it to us with the drinks, but Babs only had time to pull down her
skirt and close her blouse, redoing only two buttons.

   After the drinks were on our table, I started in again, this time a bit
more seriously.  I stopped Babs from rebuttoning her blouse, and she opened
it again, exposing those gorgeous tits.

   "Why servitude.  Why become sex slaves serving a master?"

   "Fear," started Jim, with Babs nodding, "we've been in a couple of
situations swinging where we didn't know what was going to happen.  Oh,
nothing really threatening, but we found an extra thrill in not knowing."

   "We want to be pushed," continued Babs, "not being sure what will come
next.  And in finding out what our limitations really are."

   "You both understand that this is a total lifestyle change.  This is not
some game that you play one night a week.  This is the real thing.  If I
give you an order, I expect it to be obeyed."

   They both nodded.  "We know," said Babs, "but we want to do it while
we're both young enough to enjoy it, or to bounce back if we find that we
are wrong."

   "You said that you tried swinging.  How long did you swing, and how many
times did you swap in that time?"

   "About a year.  Usually once a month, with one long party weekend in a
group."

   "And what happened the 'couple of times' that you got scared?"

   "We'd done it about five months, and had decided to try the party
weekend.  We only knew one other couple, and they told us it was a pretty
good time.  But on the first night, one of the guys got a little rough, and
grabbed Babs.  No talk, no intro, he just took her into the back, and
practically raped her.  Or at least that was what I thought was happening.
I found out later, that he had wrestled a bit with her, and 'overpowered'
her, but let her up and gave her a choice, stay and be fucked hard, or go."

   "And I chose to stay.  I found I liked his rough-housing."

   "And what were you doing Jim?"

   "Oh, his wife had grabbed me and took me to another bedroom.  She
convinced me that Babs would be okay, and, to be honest, she got me more
interested in being with her at that moment."

   "And the other time?"

   "It was that same weekend," Babs said.  "I had never been with another
woman, and this same couple took me for a threesome.  But this time the
wife got aggressive with a strap-on.  It felt different, with her breasts
pushing against mine, and Jim got an eyeful.  Again, this was nothing
really dangerous, but it was a thrill to be dominated.  We did swing with
that couple once more, but they moved away, and none of the other couples
were as aggressive as they were.  Everyone else was much more sociable.  It
was fun, but the extra thrill wasn't there."

   "Look, folks, I can understand the thrill that you talk about, but this
is a entirely different level of activity.  You talk about finding your
limits.  With me, there may be no limits."

   "We know," Jim said.  "We've discussed it with others into D/s
relationships.  We talked about it with each other.  And the more we talk,
the more turned on we get.  But when we tried it between ourselves, it just
wasn't the same.  Both of us need to be pushed."

   "Okay, drink up.  Babs, button up.  I've got a room upstairs that
affords a bit more privacy.  It's time to move on to step two."



   Two: Initiation

   We got upstairs quickly.  I was interested in their reactions to some
rather pointed orders.  And I had already prepared the room for some of my
kind of fun.

   I won't go into all the details, but I have been seeking slaves for many
years.  I've money enough to indulge myself, without having to work, and
I've invested some time in exploring my own psyche enough to know what I
can and cannot do.  Now I had to explore, starting with more words, just
what this couple thought they were getting into.  I ushered them into the
suite, and had them sit together on the sofa.  My briefcase was open on the
table next to me.

   "You must both understand some things.  First, as I said downstairs,
this is not a game.  If I accept you into servitude, I expect total sexual
obedience.

   "Of course."

   "I want to be clear about this.  You WILL do things that you don't want
to do.  Some of those things may be painful, either physically, or
mentally. I usually don't enjoy inflicting pain, but I will do so, both for
pleasure, and for punishment.

   Again, they nodded.

   "You may be photographed or videotaped at any time, doing anything I
command."

   They looked at each other first, but then they nodded to each other, and
then to me.  "Okay."

   "You will both sign release documents that basically state that you have
entered this servitude willingly, that you have agreed to be photographed
or videotaped, that you will not hold me responsible for any injuries,
either physical or mental, or for pregnancy or disease, because although I
am both 'safe' and disease free, I can't guarantee that you will stay
clean."

   Again, they both understood and agreed.

   "Also, you must agree that if I ever order you to do something that
either one of you finds to be totally disgusting, that you will still
follow my orders and finish the session.  Once I have 'released' you, you
are then free, after discussing it with me, to leave my service, but you
still must perform the sex act that disgusted you.

   "What do you mean?" Babs asked.

   "Without going into details, I want you to imagine the most disgusting
sexual thing you can think of, and I want you to imagine that I have just
ordered you to do it.  You will do it willingly, obediently, and once I
have released you, if you really can't think of yourself being forced to do
it again, you will have to rethink your commitment to me.  If after
thinking about it, and talking it over with me, you find you must leave my
service, I will let you go.  There are more detailed rules, but they will
be discussed only after a try out tonight, and if you continue, another
more formal session on Saturday.

   "But you say that you want to be pushed.  I guarantee that you will be.
I don't believe in excessively beating my slaves, but bondage and
discipline are a part of most D/s relationships, and I will use them.  I
also don't believe in body mutilation, ie: piercing or tattoos.  If you get
pleasure from these things I can oblige, but under normal circumstances, I
will not force you to do them.  I am also not into scatological sex, ie:
golden showers, or brown showers.  But other aspects of this, such as
enemas, will be used.

   This time they thought a bit.  Babs looked at Jim, and reached over to
him.  Babs looked up at me, and nodded.  "We know what we want, and it is
to serve you, Master."

   I took some papers out of my briefcase, and motioned them over.  "Sign
these release forms, I have a copy for you."

   Babs put the copy in her purse.

   "Strip."

   Both of them reached for their shirt buttons.  Babs quickly removed her
blouse and tossed it on the sofa.  Her boobs swayed as she shook her skirt
down over her hips.  As she started to remove her garter belt, I motioned
for her to keep it on.  I always did like to see a woman in a garterbelt
and hose, and nothing else.  Soon Jim's clothes joined Babs' on the sofa,
his shoes kicked into the corner.

   In spite of their age, both were still good looking.  As I had noted,
Jim's stomach had relaxed and he was starting a bit of a belly, but since
mine was quite large, it really didn't matter.  Babs looked like a woman
ten years younger.  She had no stretch marks from the three kids, but her
tits did look 'chewed' upon.  Large nipples hardening from the air
conditioning or the excitement, or both.

   "Babs, kneel and get Jim hard with your mouth only.  Stop when he gets
good and hard.  Whatever you do, don't let him cum.

   Immediately she dropped to her knees and started to reach for his cock.

   "Stop!  Only with your mouth!  You must listen to what I say.  My orders
are always specific."

   She looked sheepish at her mistake, but opened her mouth and sucked him
into her.  I watched as she rolled her tongue around his manhood, her
cheeks hollowed as she took him more deeply into her mouth.  Soon Jim was
rock hard, and I watched his cock slowly slip from her mouth as she
released him back to the air.  One streamer of spit stretched from the head
to her lips, and broke as she looked over at me for approval.  "Both of you
come here."



   I, still fully clothed, was seated in an easy chair by the table.  I
motioned Jim to one side, and Babs to the other.  "Turn around, slowly."

   They both started to turn, allowing me a free view of their bodies. 
When they were turned, facing away from me, I had them stop.  "Bend over,
and spread your ass cheeks."

   Silently, they both bent and opened themselves to my view.  Babs' blonde
hair haloed her pussy lips as I reached over to probe her asshole with my
finger.  "Both of you move your legs further apart."

   I played one finger down Babs backside and into her pussy.  She was
already sopping wet.  With my other hand I reached between Jim's legs and
fondled his sack and hard cock.  He jumped at my touch, and softened a bit,
but said nothing.  Babs had jumped also, but only to impale herself more
deeply onto my hand.

   "Go into the bedroom.  Babs, sit on the edge of the bed and let Jim eat
your pussy.  Jim I want you kneeling on the floor between her legs, but
again, I want you to use only your mouth.  Don't even use your hands to
spread her legs.

   I undressed and walked into the bedroom.  They were positioned as I had
ordered.  I played a bit with Babs tits.  They were not overly large, but,
as I said, they were just starting to sag, and I like a little sag in a
woman's tits.

   I fondled them and pinched her nipples, rolling them between my finger
and thumb until she started to moan slightly.  Standing next to Jim, I
grabbed his hair and pulled his head away from Babs' pussy.  Her pussy hair
was matted and her lips were open wide.  I reached down and used two
fingers to scoop some of her juices up to my mouth.

   "Not bad.  Now get up and kneel here." I motioned to a point next to
Jim. "Get me hard, mouth only." Babs started to comply, but I stopped her.
"No Babs, you watch while Jim sucks me."

   "Now, from that look, Jim, I take it that you are not bisexual.  You are
now.  You wanted to be pushed.  I'm pushing.  Suck me well.

   He hesitated, "I..," he started, but stopped only to say, "Yes, Master."
His tongue started to lick the underside of my cock head, slowly,
tentatively at first.  Babs eyes got wide at the sight of her husband
licking another man's cock.  They got even wider as I started to harden,
and he began to take more of me into his mouth.  At least he was careful
about his teeth, using his tongue and suction to bring me to my full six
inches.  I looked down to see that he had lost most of his erection in his
initial humiliation.  So I ordered Babs to get him hard again as I
explained.

   "To me a slave is a slave.  Man or woman doesn't matter.  A woman has
three holes to please me, a man has two.  But both of you will feel my cock
in your ass this evening.  My cock doesn't care what mouth is sucking it,
or what ass it is fucking.  I prefer women for lovemaking, but for fucking,
your ass, Jim, will do as well tonight as your wife's will."

   Jim was responding to Babs ministrations.  He was getting harder.  And
Babs had not let her hand stray from her own pussy during all this.  I
could see the juices running down her leg.

   "Babs, now it is your turn to suck me.  Jim, let her help you keep me
hard."

   She lifted her mouth off of her husband's cock and went directly to
mine. Her mouth met her husband's as he pulled off of my cock.  Soon both
were licking and sucking at my cock.  I motioned to my shaved balls, and
Jim took one, and then the other into his mouth as Babs tried to deep
throat my erection.  They changed back and forth for four or five minutes
using only their mouths to bring me pleasure.

   Babs continued to play with her pussy, pulling on her lips and pushing
two fingers inside her.  Jim was softly stroking his cock, keeping it hard
for whatever I wanted.

   "Both of you can stop.  Babs get on the desk over there and let Jim fuck
that sopping cunt before you get too wet to feel anything."

   She practically leapt at the desk and spread her legs wide as she pulled
Jim to her.  I positioned them so that the mirrors in the room would show
them both all that went on.  Jim slipped his cock into her easily, and for
a moment, I enjoyed watching as his in/out movement pulled at her pussy
lips.  But I had promised them both an assfuck, and I had better get at it.

   I reached over for the tube of KY I had set aside earlier in
anticipation, and placed a large dollop on my fingers.  Jim's ass was at
just the right level for me to fuck him easily while standing.  And the
desk was at just the right level for him to be presenting his asshole to my
view.  I walked up and stopped him on the downstroke, as he was buried in
his wife's cunt.  I slicked my cock with some of the lube as I worked the
rest into his butthole with my fingers.  He seemed to clench at my fingers,
but as they worked around, his muscles loosened.  I got the couple started
again, and matching rhythms, slowly inserted my cock into his virgin male
ass.  It took a bit to get past his tight muscle, but he yielded to me,
slowly.  As I finally entered his colon, I slowed even more.  He grunted,
unused to the pressure there, but he started rocking back and forth,
fucking himself between Babs and I.

   Jim and Babs both moaned now.  Soon I could move more easily.  Jim's ass
had gotten use to the new invader.  I started fucking my cock in and out of
his ass as he fucked in and out of his wife's pussy.  Looking at Babs, I
could tell she was using the mirrors to watch me fuck her husband's ass. 
As I stroked my cock into his butt, I reached around to fondle his chest. I
found his nipples and started to pinch and twist them with as much force as
I could.  His ass started to clench in time with my pinching.  I reached
lower, and I could tell that he was near.  I fondled his balls as the
pressure built up.  I kept pistoning my cock into him even harder now,
pushing him over the edge.

   "Huhhhhhhhh!" was about all he could manage.  I pulled back on him as he
started to shoot his load, forcing his dick out of his wife, so that his
cum sprayed her from pussy to eyebrows.  Reaching up from his balls, I
aimed his pulsing cock so that Babs' tits were drenched.  I didn't know how
much he usually ejaculated, but it seemed like quarts of cum covered his
wife.  Babs reached to pull him back into her, but found my face, and saw
my head shaking.

   As he started to soften, I pulled my cock from his ass with a pop and
slid it out between his tight ass cheeks, walking over toward the bathroom.
Jim just knelt on the floor between Babs'legs to recover.

   After I had cleaned the stains from my member, I walked back over to the
couple.

   "Clean up your mess," I ordered Jim, and pointed at his wife's cum
covered body.  "Use your tongue." And I watched as Jim licked his own cum
from Babs' face and tits.  As he got closer to her pussy, Babs started to
thrust her pussy up at him, wanting her own release.  But I was not ready
for that.

   "Lie still," I ordered.  "You'll be getting yours in just a minute."

   I stroked my still hard cock, and once Jim had finished his housework,
pointed him to a chair, and said, "Sit."

   Babs reached down and spread her pussy lips for me, and I pushed my rod
up her hot, wet cunt.  She knew something of control, for her muscles
started to work my cock.  At that moment, all I could think about was what
her class would think to see their teacher acting the total slut.  I
kneaded her soft tits with both hands as I fucked her, feeling her rising
thrusts to meet me.

   "Don't rush," I warned her.  "Your ass is still going to be reamed
tonight."

   For her, I wanted to get lubed with her own juice, not with KY.  As I
felt my cock get wet enough, I withdrew, and pulled Babs to her feet.

   I walked her over to a chair, and sitting down on the edge of it, turned
her so that she could sit down facing her husband.  As I spread her ass
cheeks, I asked if she had ever had anal sex before.

   "No, never.

   "Well, two virgins in one night.  You may be more pleasing to me than I
first thought."

   Jim seemed mesmerized as he watched his spread open wife about to impale
herself on my rod.  I motioned him over, and told him to guide my cock into
her ass.

   I felt his hand around the base of my cock as he moved my cock head
against his wife's rosebud.  She had no natural lubricant, except for her
pussy juices, so I expected some resistance.  But she seemed to relax her
sphincter muscle, and she took all six inches of my cock into her in one
long, slow thrust, stopping only once, as I started to enter her colon. 
Her husband's hand moved away and he knelt there watching me fuck his
wife's ass, in and out.

   "Lick us both," I told him, and his head went down to his wife's pussy
and my balls.  As I pulled out of his wife for another stroke, I could feel
his tongue on my cock.  Babs was starting to shake as her orgasms started.
She was not loud, but she started to wail, very quietly but insistently as
the first wave hit her.  Her ass clenched my cock harder as I pushed back
into her, increasing the friction, to my great pleasure.  Again and again I
thrust my hard-on into her ass until she started to quiet.  She still
shook, but the waves of pleasure she was feeling started to end, and I knew
that she would soon be in pain if I continued assfucking her.

   But I was close too, so I continued the strokes until I felt my balls
tighten just too much, and with my last ounce of control, I pulled from her
ass to shoot my load over Jim's face and chest.  He opened his mouth to
catch some of my cum, but most stayed splattered on his cheeks, down his
neck to his nipples.  He licked his lips, and ran his tongue around his
mouth to taste more of my semen, but I stopped him from using his hands to
bring more of my cum to his lips.

   This time I pushed Babs down onto Jim, and ordered her to clean up my
cum with her mouth.  She greedily licked her husband clean, and as I
watched them, my cock softened.

   Finding my own legs again, I rose, and walked back to the bathroom to
clean my cock.  It was not too stained this time.  Jim's mouth had gotten
some of it clean on the upstroke.  Soon, I called over to the two exhausted
lovers, and ordered them into the bathroom to clean each other, this time
with just soap and water.

   After they had cleaned up, I sat them back down on the sofa.

   "Too much for you?" I asked.

   "No," answered Babs, she reached for Jim's hand.

   "Not for me, either," he responded.  "I'd never done anything with a guy
before, so it, kind of..  well, surprised me.  But I knew what I had agreed
to."

   "And I've never been more turned on than when I watched Jim suck your
cock.  I never thought he'd do anything like that.  And when I watched you
fuck his ass at the same time he was fucking me, God!, I could feel him
inside me getting even harder than ever."

   Babs' nipples got hard as she thought of what just had passed.

   "Now don't soak the sofa!" I warned.  Babs smiled at the reprimand.  But
I got stern.  "You may think this is funny, now, but I'm just getting
started with you two.  This was easy tonight.  Jim had to make a decision,
but if you've explored D/s at all, you know that there are few taboos. 
With me, there are very few.  Tonight you were not bound, helpless, as I
had you gang raped, or worse, not touched at all while everyone else was
having a good time."

   "I expect your servitude at least three times a month, if not more.  But
I don't want you to make up your mind until you've had a chance to see and
experience the next level."

   They nodded at this, looking very eager.

   "This is Wednesday, and a school night," I said, looking at Babs.  "I
know you have to get back to your house and family.  But I expect both of
you this weekend, Saturday afternoon, around 1 P.M.  at my home." I gave
them a business card with the address and phone number.  "I expect you'll
enjoy it.  I have a very private yard with a large pool and jacuzzi.  But I
also have some very well equipped playrooms.  Let's see how you take to
light bondage before you commit totally.  Make arrangements to spend about
10 hours with me.  Now tonight, you are free to fuck your brains out, but
tomorrow and Friday, I want you to abstain totally from sex.  No sex, no
masturbation, nothing.  I want you both ready to play on Saturday."

   They acknowledged my command as they dressed and left.  I do so enjoy
lulling unsuspecting slaves with pleasure as I try to push them over the
edge into perversion.



   Three: Party Time

   I was lounging at pool side the following Saturday when a female slave
came up to announce that Jim and Babs had arrived.  I finished up my drink
and rose to show them around.  They both stood just inside the door of the
house, and watched through the large glass patio doors as I walked up to
them.  They seemed both surprised and yet accepting of the fact that I had
a few other slaves around to serve me.

   "Hi.  Just a small party to welcome you into the fold.  More than I had
expected, but one or two stayed over from our Friday night debauch.  How
did things go when you got home the other night?"

   "God, were we hot," Babs started.  "I let Jim fuck my ass again when we
got home.  I was a bit sore the next morning, but it felt great that
night."

   "We talked about it," said Jim, "and agreed that we had made the right
choice.  It was the most erotic time we could remember."

   They now looked out at the pool and a few of the nude people standing
there.  Both of them were still clothed, a situation I soon remedied.

   "I run a clothing optional household.  Clothing is not optional for
slaves.  No clothing is allowed unless it is freezing out.  Just strip and
put your clothes in the closet here." I opened the door and pointed out an
empty shelf container.  They stripped, and I started to show them around.
First I took them first the master bedroom, and then my den.  "But the
playrooms are in the other end of the house, let me show you."

   We walked back through the living room and kitchen areas, and down one
hallway.  "Guest rooms are on the left, opening onto the pool.  On the
right are the playrooms.  And this first room is one you definitely need to
visit."

   I opened the door onto a small room with a couple of austere chairs and
a table positioned in the center.  The table was grooved with a large, open
drain at one end and a number of knobs and hoses on one side.  "This is the
enema room.  And both of you will need to be cleaned out before we go any
further.  There is a toilet over there," I said, pointing to a partition
with a small door, "but if you can't hold it, the table should be able to
catch anything."

   Again, they both looked shocked at my straight forward attitude.

   "Babs, you first."

   She got onto the table and positioned herself as I directed.

   "Jim, come over and spread you wife's ass cheeks for me."

   I quickly lubed up the nozzle, and inserted it slowly into the blonde's
tight butthole.  Babs squirmed a bit, but I slapped one cheek and she
quieted.  Another knob started to deliver warm water and mineral oil into
her rectum.  "I want you both clean for today's fun.  Your ass, as well as
the rest of you, is mine to use for whatever I wish."

   Babs started to squirm again as she felt the weight of the water within
her.  When I knew she could take no more I pointed her to the toilet
enclosure at the end of the room.  She waddled quickly over to the door,
and not bothering to close it, made straight for the toilet to let her
bowels empty.

   "Use the small shower head to clean up," I called once we heard the
toilet flush.  I really am not into scat sex, and I prefer clean looking
and clean smelling slaves.  Oh, a little fresh sweat doesn't turn me off,
but an unclean body surely does.

   Babs walked back into the room a little more composed.

   "Get back up on the table, I want to make sure you're really clean."

   Again, Babs looked a little upset, but she meekly obeyed my command.  A
second enema was started, but I let much more water into her, knowing that
she should now handle more volume.  I stopped just after she started to
show discomfort, but before she started to squirm much.  A second trip to
the toilet, and I knew she was clean.

   "Okay Jim, your turn."

   He didn't even flinch.  I had Babs hold him open as I repeated the
procedure.  A few minutes later, and he too was clean.

   "You are almost ready to join the others, but I need you just a bit
cleaner than you are now."

   "What more could you do?"

   "You'll see.  Jim, on the table, face up this time, hands behind your
head."

   Jim lay there, hands laced behind his head.  I started to fondle his
prick.  He responded, but not as fast as I wanted, and I motioned to Babs.
"Start sucking him." Soon he was fully erect.  I opened a small drawer in
the side of the table and removed a pair of hair clippers.

   "I personally shave all my slaves," I started, and as the idea hit Jim,
he started to wilt.  "Jim, this will be much easier with a hard cock. 
Babs, get him up again."

   When he was hard again, I used the clippers to remove the majority of
his pubic hair from above his cock, and from his balls.  I shave my own
balls, and a small line above my cock, but I removed everything Jim had. 
Reaching back into the drawer I removed a hot towel and a safety razor.  I
softened the stubble with the towel and slowly shaved it from him while
Babs held up his cock, transfixed at the site of his bald pubic area.  Then
I had him kneel on the table and bend forward so that he presented his open
ass and balls to me.  I removed the hair from around his asshole, and made
sure that I had all the hair removed from his scrotum.  He turned back
over, and I fondled his balls in my hands, using some oil to lightly coat
them.

   When he was done, I had Babs get up on the table.  Jim helped me spread
her wide, and I repeated the performance.  She took a little longer, but I
didn't have to use the hot towel.  Her own juices were quite hot, and she
was flowing even before she got on the table.  I guessed then that she
really got off seeing her husband in submissive sex.  But I knew that she
would be subjected to quite a day herself.

   I had Jim pull her cunt lips out as I slowly shaved near them.  I didn't
want to nick her.  Jim was soon holding her legs down, over her head, as I
shaved around her asshole.  When she too was hairless, I lowered my face to
her smooth slit and nibbled at her pussy lips, pulling them out with my
tongue until I could force my tongue up her love tunnel.  She tasted great,
with the new smooth skin enhancing the sensation.  I regretfully pulled
back before I got carried away.  I wanted to savor them for a long time.

   I led them toward the next of the playrooms.  Before we got to the door,
I said, "Now you can keep each other shaved, or not, every day.  But when
you are going to visit me, I expect you both to be clean, inside and out."
They nodded their understanding.





   Four: A View of Punishment, A Bit of Reward

   We stopped outside the next room.  "I warned you about obeying me, and
that while I didn't like to impose pain, I would if needed.  Normally, this
is just another playroom, but two of my slaves refused me Thursday night,
and today they take their punishment.  If, after today, they want to leave
my service they may.  If they wish to stay, they must come to me, on their
knees, and beg to serve me.  They will then be required to perform the act
that they refused.  And they will repeat that act over and over until I am
satisfied that they are doing it to please me properly.  I warned you about
what would happen if you disobeyed, now see the results.  Don't say
anything to them, they don't deserve that kind of attention."

   With that warning, I opened the door and ushered them into the room. 
One slave rose from the chair where she sat watching TV, and immediately
knelt.  "They are okay, Master.  I just checked them minutes ago."

   I nodded, and motioned her back to her chair.  From there she could see
both the TV, and the two slaves, one male, one female.  Both were bound
into kneeling positions that spread their asses open to view.  Their heads
were hooded, so they could not see.  An ring gag was used to keep their
mouths open for sex, but prevented them from speaking.  I walked over to
the man, and pulled on the dildo that was impaling his ass.  I worked it in
and out a few times as I told the new slave couple, "His ass is not lubed.
It is totally dry." A few moans escaped from his mouth, but the gag
prevented him from speaking.  Babs and Jim looked very shocked at the other
couples' treatment.  "They both tried to apologize this morning, and
accepted punishment.  They knew what they were getting into.  And I keep
someone here always to watch over them.  I don't punish with death.  They
have had water, but nothing else.  And the watcher can use them in whatever
way he or she wants.  Jim, come over here and fuck his mouth while Babs
fucks him with his dildo."

   Jim was not as hard as he had been, but the punished slave knew his duty
and Jim's cock was soon hard and shone with saliva.  Babs got enthusiastic
with the dildo, but was looking over at the female slave with lust in her
eyes.

   "Babs, why don't you remove her gag." Babs did, and I positioned Babs so
that the female slave could lick Babs' clean pussy.  I called Jim over, and
had him replace the female's dildo with his own wet cock.  I had him fuck
her pussy too, just for a moment, and then pointed him over to the male
slave's ass.  I could tell that he was close, so I stopped him before he
could cum.

   I called over the watching slave, and had her replace the gag and both
dildos as I ushered my new couple out the door.

   "I don't want you to get off quite that easily, yet.  I have a few plans
for the two of you.  And we still need to get out by the pool for a bit."

   I opened the third playroom door.  This room was furnished a bit like
the other, but was currently empty.  I walked over to a cabinet, taking
Babs by the arm so that she came along.  I turned her so she faced Jim, and
fitted her with a mask similar to the two punished slaves.  This mask was
formed so that she could not see, but she could still hear and talk.  I
gestured Jim over, and fitted him with the same type of mask.  Then I bound
their hands behind them, using a waist strap to keep them from moving their
arms.

   I moved them into a kneeling position, heads upturned, mouths open. 
"Lick my ass, slaves.  Each of you lube it well with your tongues." I bent
slightly, turning so that each slave could reach my balls and asshole. 
"Harder, slaves.  Put some effort into this.  Your futures here are at
stake."

   Babs flickering tongue sped up then.  I enjoyed the sensations, and
moved to Jim's mouth.  He did not lick faster, but used his tongue with
more force, driving it into my ass.  Between the two, I had one great
rimming.  My cock was starting to respond, but I had much more in mind.

   I pulled away from them, and got them to their feet.  "Because you are
now both blind, I will have other slaves lead you around for the next hour
or so.  Since they will be keeping you safe, you will of course thank them
by performing any sexual act they want.  Only I can overrule them, but I
usually don't.  There are drinks and food on the patio.  They will feed you
also, if you wish some of the snacks.  Later, you will be released from the
hoods and the bindings.  The bindings are designed to prevent your
circulation from being cut off, but since you are not used to them, tell
your keepers if you have any numbing sensations.  And try to stay away from
the water.  I don't want any drownings today."

   As I had talked, I had quietly lubed both of their asses, using a
generous amount of KY.  Now I lead them over to a low table and bent them
both over.  "Wait here, and do not move.  I shall return in a moment."

   I walked out to the bar, and replaced my drink.  Continuing out to the
pool, I gave some general instructions, and motioned to two of my slaves,
giving them some additional orders as we returned to the playroom.

   "Donna, suck me." Donna dropped to her knees and got me hard again. 
Once ready, I moved behind Babs and pushed myself straight into her ass. 
This was not the gentle, slow thrust of the other night, but a quick, hard
pistoning into her.  She cried out, not quite in pain, more in discomfort
at the sudden force inside her.  A few strokes in her, and I pulled out and
took the half-step over to Jim.  He gritted his teeth and made no sound as
I impaled him on my cock in the same way I had taken Babs.  A half-dozen
strokes and I moved back to Babs.  Over and over I switched between the two
of them as the other slaves watched.  They had been in the same position at
one time, and knew what their new colleagues were feeling.

   I felt my balls start to boil, but I wanted more.  I pulled out of Jim's
ass, and raised them both up.  I placed Donna on a low platform, and bent
Babs over the other's shaved snatch.

   "Lick her pussy, Babs.  Get her wet now!"

   Babs tongue moved out, seeking the other woman's pussy lips.  Soon she
was grinding her mouth into Donna, licking and sucking, finding her clit
and swirling her tongue around the sensitive nub.

   Donna looked to be in heaven.  I knew she had a thing for oral sex, for
I soon know all my slaves desires.  I keep them happy by allowing those
desires to be fulfilled most of the time in what they feel is free reign.
But I always have the reigns in my hand, and I can curtail their desire on
a whim to exert my control.  The old iron fist in the velvet glove trick,
only my hand is usually holding a whip or paddle.

   The other slave, a Hispanic female, Maria, was positioned on the table
where Jim had just been.  I had her spread, and taking Jim's hard cock into
my hand, guided him into her pussy.  She was a bit dry at first, but was
soon fucking Jim with enthusiasm.  I let Jim go over the edge now, but had
him pull out to spray his cum onto Maria's torso.  I stopped Babs and
Donna, and had them help Jim clean his cum from Maria's body.  Again, he
had cum in prodigious amounts, a real find!

   Now I placed Donna on the table and positioned Babs so that she lay atop
the other woman.  Babs' tits crushed flat against Donna's back as Maria
steadied Babs because she could not use her own arms.  Two pussies and two
brown buds winked at me.  Pussy juice from Babs ran down and coated Donna's
asshole.  I pushed up into Donna's ass as quickly has I had with Babs.

   I used all four holes in quick succession.  A few strokes in each hole.
Neither woman made noises of pain now.  Their moans of pleasure filled the
room as their bodies started shaking with their first orgasms.  Jim started
to harden again at the sounds, his body instinctively wanting to join back
in.  But this time was just for me.  I started to cum as I was pulling out
of Babs' ass.  I let some of my cum squirt into her, but quickly pulled out
so that I could spray all four holes.  I poked my spasming cock into the
other three orifices so that my cum could leak from them as the rest
dripped over their ass cheeks and down their legs.  Finally flaccid, I
positioned Jim between their legs and guided his head up and down as he
licked my cum from the two women.

   I ordered Maria to suck the cum from their asses and pussies just to
make sure no drop was wasted, and soon Babs and Donna were both squirming
again at her ministrations.



   Five: Afternoon Delight

   I had Maria and Donna take them out to the pool area as I went into my
office and did a few afternoon chores.  Check my e-mail and the newsgroups
etc.  At 3 P.M., I went into the punishment room and freed the two
recalcitrant slaves from their bondage.  They could not move well at first,
they had been in those positions for four hours, and their muscles cramped,
but I had their watcher, Jean, massage them lightly while I went back to my
den.  Soon there was a knock on my door, and when I called out, the door
swung open to show the two on their knees, heads bowed, awaiting my
commands.

   I allowed them to enter, on their knees, and to plead for a second
chance.  They knew if I granted it, there would be no third.

   I was quiet for a while, but they were both young, Frank being only 23,
and Sheila but 21.  I wanted their young bodies in my harem, but only on my
terms.  After allowing them to nuzzle my cock and to lick my ass for a bit,
I granted a temporary reprieve.  They had a week to recover from their
punishments, a week in which they would have no sex of any kind.  A week to
think, and then next Saturday they were expected to return to my home, to
put on a show, performing as they had both refused the night before.

   I accepted their thanks and had Jean get them out before I got too soft
hearted.  I get a charge out of humiliating my slaves, and at their consent
for me to use them as I will, but at heart, I am an old softy.  I try not
to show it.  Of course, if they ever refused me again, their punishment
would be much more intense, and they would be banished from my presence
forever.  But now it was time to check on my new acquisitions.

   I headed out to the pool, and could already see that Donna and Maria
were taking every advantage of the slaves I had lent them.  Both Babs and
Jim were on their knees, Babs eating out Donna for all she was worth, and
Maria, with a strap-on, fucking Jim's ass while she directed my largest
slave, Bill, to fuck his huge black hard-on into Jim's willing mouth.  At
almost 12 inches long, and 7 inches around when hard, I knew that Jim was
having to really stretch his lips to get around it.

   I could see that Donna was done with Babs, so I went to her first, and
removed her hood.  She blinked in the bright afternoon light, but soon
focused solely on her husband's plight.  I could see her nipples harden
with excitement Jim's mouth was filled with to overflowing with Bill's cum.

   I walked over to Jim now, and removed his hood.  He still had Bill's
cock in his mouth and his face showed some shock at finding the black man
standing over him.  At almost 7 feet, Bill is quite intimidating.  And
having done some background checking on Jim, I knew this southern born man
was upset at having sucked Bill's black cock dry.  When he saw Maria behind
him, I hoped that any bigotry left in him would fade quickly away, because
if it did not, my pleasure, and Babs' pleasure, at his humiliation would be
exquisite.  I don't care about skin color.  As I said to them before, my
cock doesn't care about who's mouth is sucking it, or what ass it is
fucking.  Why should I care about skin color?  A slave is a slave.

   I checked with both Maria and Donna, and they agreed with my decision to
also remove the arm restraints.  They returned the gear to the playroom as
I took the two new slaves into the jacuzzi.  I figured, correctly, the
their stiff muscles, and Jim's still stiff cock, would soon relax in the
warmth of the swirling water.

   "Still sure of your decisions?" I looked over at Jim and hoped he would
be honest.

   "I'm not sure," he started, "I didn't know we would be having sex with
blacks."

   "Did you know he was black before I removed the hood?"

   "Well, no."

   "And did you enjoy sucking him off and eating his cum before you knew?"

   "I think I almost choked on his cock, but yes, I was getting off on it.
My cock is still hard."

   "Does interracial sex bother you, Babs?"

   "No, Jim was raised here in the old south, but to be honest, I can't
wait to feel that cock in my pussy.  It was huge.  I wonder what it feels
like."

   Jim agreed with the logic of my attitude toward sex, holes and skin
color, but thought it might take a while for him to feel totally free with
the idea.

   "So, you both think that you're in for the long haul?"

   "You bet," said Babs, "I must have eaten Donna's pussy for at least
thirty minutes, and I loved not knowing what would be next."

   "Jim?"

   "Oh, I'm in.  It can't get any worse.  I've had sex with three times
with men, one of them black, licked assholes clean, eaten cum...  I'll be
happy to stay if it continues like this."

   Little did they know.  "Ok, you're free for an hour or so.  Have a few
drinks, eat some of that good food, and I'll start by introducing you a
little more formally to the others."

   I did introduce them all around.  To Bill, and his wife Tina, to Maria
and her boyfriend Chuck, to Donna, to Jean.  Bill and Tina were the oldest,
being in their early forties.  Maria, Chuck and Donna were in their late
twenties and early thirties, Jean in her late thirties.  Jim and Babs
should fit right in, I thought, as I lead them into the kitchen, and to the
cream of my harem, to Mukidah, 25 and blacker than Bill, with small,
pointed breasts with 'nose cone' nipples, and to her husband Paul, 26,
tanned and extremely muscular, but white.

   "Mukidah and Paul work for me.  Mukidah as cook and secretary, and Paul
as general caretaker.  They live in an apartment over the garage, but they
are also my slaves."

   I could see that Babs was eyeing Paul's muscles, but it what got
anyone's attention first was that both Mukidah and Paul were hairless from
the tops of their shaved heads, to the soles of their feet.  They had
removed all their body hair as a surprise to me.  Due to the heat of the
day, they had a light sheen of sweat all over their bodies, but you should
see them oiled up and in the heat of passion.

   "Is everyone here your slave?" Babs asked.

   "Yes, you are my slaves, aren't you?" I asked of my employees.

   "Of course, Master," they said in unison, and dropped to their knees to
kiss the tops of my feet.  Paul was usually faster rising, and got to my
cock first, but soon Mukidah was there and the black and white of their
mouths worked a magic on my cock.  I was hard in seconds.

   "Now, now.  I have to conserve some strength for the others."

   They both smiled, and got to their feet.  They had served me for almost
six years, and knew my moods.

   Many of my first time slaves are surprised that I don't have a
continuous orgy in progress at these parties.  They know in their minds
that most men can't recover that quickly, and that too much sex would lead
to soreness, but they still seem to expect constant sex.  I motioned Jim
and Babs toward the bar, and the food laden table, explaining that I wanted
them to think of it as just another party.

   "Of course, there are a few rules.  These rules apply to every one of my
slaves.

   "First, I expect total, instantaneous obedience.  No hesitation, no
hassles.  You've both agreed to obey first, and talk later.  Since all
other rules follow from this first rule, any violation of this rule will
result in punishment."

   "Two, unless I have told you otherwise, you can not have sex without my
permission.  You can ask for my permission, and I may grant it.  I may not.
You have to decide whether you want to brave my attention to ask.  Now this
does not apply to your normal lives away from me.  Unless I order you to
refrain for some reason, you are free to explore sex outside of our
relationship.  I'm not a jealous master.  "

   "Third, I may order you to perform acts outside of this house.  I may
order you to wear certain clothing, or articles of bondage.  I have ways of
checking, at least most of the time, so I expect you to obey."

   "Fourth, I expect clean slaves.  Inside and out.  When you are to visit
me, I expect that you will be shaven, at least as well as I have shaven you
today.  I also expect you to have had enemas to clean you out inside.  If
you wish, you may wait and use the enema room here, but you must go there
immediately upon removing your clothing."

   "Fifth, I do run a nudist household.  All clothing is checked at the
door.  Towels are available where you leave your clothing."

   "Sixth, don't expect privacy when you are with me.  There is none.  You
are to be totally available to me at all times.  You are all equal in my
eyes.  You each have a need, a need to be used, a need to obey.  You should
consider yourselves as brothers and sisters in servitude to your Master. 
You are my slaves."

   "Seventh, what you see and do here, stays here, in the harem.  If you
meet another slave outside, you may talk with them, even about what happens
here, but you may not speak to outsiders about specifics.  If you think you
know someone who would do to serve me, you must seek my permission first
before you discuss our relationship.

   "Finally, have fun.  You are here to enjoy your new lives.  Get to meet
the others.  Talk with them.  But unless I've released everyone for a
general orgy, keep away from sex.  Private conversations are okay, but not
everyone wants to discuss everything they've done."

   "Today, because you are new, and most of these people have been with me
longer than any other slaves, I would prefer you did not talk about their
pasts.  If you decide to stay in my service, you'll get to know about the
training first hand."

   "Now enjoy yourselves non-sexually until later."



   Six: Pre-Supper Fun

   Around 6 P.M.  I started to get people together for a little more fun.
First I got Jim and Babs, and taking them into the living room, removed
some cushions from a special loveseat, revealing six inch dildos poking up
from the base of the unit.  I had both sit down, impaling themselves on the
dildos.  I then pointed them at the projection TV area, and ordered them to
watch everything.  I had Jean kneel at my feet, to form a human footstool.
She could still see the TV screen, for I didn't want her to miss the coming
show.  The others I let drift in as I started the VCR.

   Soon the picture started showing in full, glorious color and surround
sound, the opening scene from the previous Wednesday evening.  It showed
Jim and Babs walking into the bar, and being directed over to me.  We all
watched as the waitress, who Jim and Babs now recognized as Jean, brought
that first round, and heard the conversation repeated.

   Mukidah and Maria applauded when Babs and Jim undressed for me. 
(Neither of them could do it the first time I ordered them to show me their
bodies in so public a place.) And everyone laughed at the expression on the
new slaves' faces when I motioned for that second round of drinks.

   I had edited the video quickly, but well, and used a dissolve shot to
transition to the hotel room.  Soon we all watched us enter the room.  I
cut next to the two undressing, and attention was riveted on Jim's
expression as I first fondled him.  I saw Bill glance over to see how Jim
was taking it now.  Bill had the same expression on his face the first time
I had handled him.

   Everyone applauded again when Jim started to suck me with so little
hesitation.  Both Bill and Chuck had started to refuse.  (Paul was a
totally sexual being, and had eagerly sucked me that first time.)

   "But, how?", was all that Babs could say, "All those camera angles?

   "Well, the hotel is not quite as safe as you would think," I started, "I
own it.  I've installed quite a bit of video equipment as 'security
measures', especially in my private suite.  Ten or twelve cameras, each
with their own VCR, add a little video editing software, and voila!"

   By the end of the video, everyone was ready to re-enact it, but I had
some other ideas in mind.

   "Tonight Babs, you will be fucked by four men, and Jim will not be one
of them.  He'll be a little busy, elsewhere.  But it would not be fair to
leave him out of it totally."

   "Maria, Chuck, help them off of the loveseat."

   I pushed a button, and the TV screen rolled back up into the ceiling
while a large platform extended up from the floor about eighteen inches. 
Special camera lights came on and video gear started filming everything.

   "Babs, sit there on the corner of the platform." I pointed to which
corner I meant.  "Jim, sit on that corner over there." I pointed to the
opposite corner.

   "Mukidah, get her wet."

   Mukidah knelt between Babs open legs.  She started with a long, deep
kiss.  Their tongues intertwined, sucking at each other.  At the same time
Mukidah caressed Babs' breasts and back, occasionally pinching a nipple,
almost as an afterthought.  Soon however, her teeth were gently tugging at
those nipples, extending them almost an inch, lifting up the new slave's
breasts from her chest.  Now her hands were working into Babs' pussy, one
finger plunging into Babs' ass just for good measure.  Eventually Mukidah
lowered her mouth to Babs' cunt.  Babs was already pretty wet, and soon the
slurping noises drowned out any other noise in the room.

   "Bill, Paul, Chuck front and center."

   I directed them to stand in front of Jim, and for the second time that
day, this time knowingly, Jim started to suck the black cock that stood
before his face.  His tongue worked over the head and licked the glans
before he opened his mouth wide and started to suck Bill's cockhead into
his mouth.  Even flaccid it would have been difficult, but Jim managed to
get quite a bit into his mouth.  For a man who had never sucked cock three
days before, he was doing it like a pro.  Soon Bill was rock hard, and I
motioned him back toward the center of the platform.  He laid back on the
soft floor, his cock pointing at the wall over his head.  Now Paul pushed
his cock into Jim's mouth.

   Babs was almost over the edge.  I ordered Mukidah to stop.  Immediately
she returned to the sofa, Babs' juices running down her face.  Somehow she
had even gotten some on her bald head.

   "Babs, you wanted that twelve inches.  Straddle Bill and fill your pussy
with him."

   Babs crawled over to Bill, and knelt so that she was straddling his
waist.  Her pussy juices dripped down on him, as she reached behind her,
positioning his cockhead at the entrance to her pussy.  Slowly, she pushed
back and tried to get all of Bill's cock into her.  She could only get
about eight to ten inches in, and she stopped there.  Again, slowly, she
pulled forward, and Bill's cock started to slip from between her cunt lips.
Back and forth Babs rocked, and by the tenth stroke, she had opened up and
could take all twelve inches into her.

   "Babs, stop, and just let his cock rest inside you.  Jim, Paul's going
to fill her ass, so get him good and hard."

   Paul took little to arouse him, and was soon hard.  He moved over to
Babs, and pushing her forward against Bill's chest, squatted to position
his cock at Babs' ass.  Paul wasn't slow at all.  In a repeat of my earlier
thrust, he jammed all nine inches into her at once.  She was really full
now.  "You can begin moving again." Now the three of them worked to find
their rhythm.  In and out, back and forth, two cocks worked two of her
holes.  Now to fill the third.

   Chuck was hard already but I also motioned him to Jim.  Jim slicked the
cock with his saliva.  He was able to take all of Chuck into his mouth, and
soon Chucks balls were slapping against Jim's chin.  But this cock was not
for Jim.  I motioned Chuck over, and he straddled Bill's head as Babs
looked up at him.  Her mouth opened to accept his cock.  Jim's hard-on was
tremendous.  I think he could have hammered nails with it.  He watched his
slut wife take on three cocks, three cocks he had just sucked to get ready
for his wife.

   Now I motioned to the women.  Donna and Tina, I left with instructions
to prepare Babs when the three men were done, but Mukidah, Maria and Jean
lead Jim back to the first playroom.  I followed wondering how long Jim's
erection would last.



   Seven: Understanding

   "Jim, you've had the harder time of it so far.  You've had to suck cock
and take cocks up your ass.  You've had sex with a black man and a Hispanic
woman when you were raised to think of them as inferior.  Well, it isn't
over yet.  Now comes some of the real servitude.  I will have you do more,
later, but this will be your first real taste of my power."

   Jim lost some of his hardness but was still a long way from totally
limp. First, I hooded him.  A open gag was placed in his mouth.  Next I,
rather cruelly, pulled his arms back and bound them behind his back.  It
was a similar binding to the one I had used earlier, but his shoulder
blades almost touched over his spine now.  A spreader bar at his ankles
moved his feet almost three feet apart.  The women had to steady him now.
Still, his prick was hard.  I debated nipple clamps, but settled on rings
which circled his nipples, but did not pinch.  I attached a chain between
them.  Finally, I put him into a harness that went between his legs,
opening his asscheeks and allowing his cock and balls freedom.  The harness
fit around his waist, and the arm bindings fastened to it.  A butt plug,
the largest I had, was forced into his dry asshole.  He groaned at that,
for the largest diameter was about 4 inches, but he settled once it was in
him.

   Then I grabbed the straps fastened to the ceiling, and hoisted him off
of his feet so that he was two or three feet into the air.  He would have
swung off balance, and soon been hanging upside down, but I had fastened
other chains to his hood and to the chain connecting his nipples.  His
nipples stood at attention as I increased the tension on the chain.  Now
his cock was totally limp.  And he was totally helpless.

   "I hope you don't have to pee.  If you get my playroom wet, I will
really have to punish you.  If you think this is extreme, believe me, every
slave I have has hung where you are now.  All have continued to serve me,
as you will.

   "And because of your earlier concern about interracial sex, I'm leaving
Mukidah behind, with a paddle.  She will paddle your ass until you get hard
again.  As long as you stay hard, she will not hit you.  But if you start
to go soft, she will begin again with the paddle.  So do try to concentrate
on your cock.  If it is hard when I get back, I'll release you.  If it is
soft, or if you have cum, then the punishment will start again, and be even
more intense.

   "I'll be going now, I may check back in an hour or so, but I want to see
how your slut wife is doing.  She seemed to be enjoying all those cocks. 
And I haven't even had my turn."

   I left then, and as I closed the door, I could hear the first sharp slap
of the paddle on his ass.

   It had taken about thirty minutes to totally bind Jim, and I walked out
to the living room wondering if anyone had lasted that long.  As I walked
into the room, I could see that they hadn't.  Bill, Chuck and Paul were all
around Babs, but all were quite limp.  Donna, working to my instructions,
had raised a secondary platform within the main one, and had bound Babs to
it, spread eagle, her legs hanging off one end, her head, barely supported,
was bound so that it hung off the other.  Her mouth had been gagged, again,
with one of the ring units.  As I got closer, I could see the cum dripping
from her pussy and ass, and smeared all over her face.  The secondary
platform raised her up so that as I stood she would be perfectly positioned
to be taken in any hole.  I had Tina and Jean clean the cum from her body
as I sent Paul back to a playroom for a few toys.

   I then dismissed everyone but Jean and Paul for the day.  Jean had
little fun that day, and I kept her to help.  And Paul, of course, lived
there and was available for my needs.  Once the others had dressed and
left, I went to my newest slave, and began to gently caress her body.  The
glazed look that had been in her eyes when I had left the room was gone
now, replaced with a look of interest.  She'd be interested soon, very
interested.

   "You're husband is hanging from the ceiling in the playroom, with
Mukidah paddling his butt-plugged ass," I told her.  "Until now, you've had
it pretty easy.  The only new experience you've really had is anal sex with
a little bondage.  Now, you'll experience a different level of bondage, and
of obedience." Her eyes had gotten wide at the description of her husband.
"This is no gentle sex club you've joined.  I am still your Master, and I
expect you to understand it, totally."

   I reached into the toy box Paul had brought, and took out a small
cat-o-nine tails whip.  Her eyes practically popped from her sockets.  She
strained against her bonds as I gently trailed the soft leather over her
skin.  Despite her fear, or because of it, her nipples hardened.  I had
expected this, and I quickly fastened the padded nipple clamps that I had
not used on Jim.  They hurt, but were designed not to bite into her flesh.
She still reacted quite well to the instant pain, and little beads of sweat
broke out on her forehead.  I had Paul get the loosest ones, but she didn't
know that.  "You both told me you wanted fear.  You should be ecstatic
now."

   I raised the whip, which while looking wicked, would only sting.  It
might raise a welt if used incorrectly, but it was meant to stimulate the
skin, not to split it.  First I lashed her stomach.  In her position, she
could not see the contact, but it must have felt agonizing that first time.
She jerked up, but was bound firmly to the pedestal.  I whipped her tits a
few times, and her stomach, and worked down toward her pussy, but skipped
it to give her outer thighs some attention.  After a few minutes, I checked
her mouth, poking my finger in through the gag.  She was dry.  I checked
her pussy.  Her copious flow had stopped, and she was also dry there.  Fear
now, not arousal.

   "I promised Jim that you would be fucked by four men tonight, but not by
him.  How can I fuck you if you're this dry?  It would be like putting my
cock into sandpaper.  And Jean here hasn't had a cock or pussy all day!  I
was going to let you give her pleasure with your mouth, but your tongue is
like a board.  I really believe that you're not into servitude as much as
you think.

   "Jim was totally limp when I left, but I promised him that the paddling
would stop when he got it up again.  Paul?" The slave left quickly to
check.

   Paul quickly returned.  "Rock hard.  Mukidah is looking very unhappy at
not being able to punish him."

   "And his ass?"

   "Red, but not very."

   "See Babs, Jim understands obedience.  Now I want you to understand.  If
you can get your pussy juices flowing as well as you normally do, and if
you can get your tongue soft again, I'll stop whipping you.  You can get
back to serving me with sex.  And you'll never forget this lesson, will
you?

   She shook her head, but her eyes were slightly glazed over, still in
shock at what she had gotten into.  Again I started to whip her.  There
were no welts, but it must have felt like she was crisscrossed with them.
This time I worked toward her pussy, and laid a few well aimed strokes on
her inner thighs, with one or two directly on her exposed pussy lips.  As I
started to work the whip more onto her shaven mound, I could see the first
drops of moisture leaking from her pussy.  I reached up to her head and
found her mouth moist.  She didn't look quite as bad as she had a few
minutes ago.  I didn't let up though.  I wanted her to understand the
connection between pain and pleasure.  Soon, I watched as her body started
to shake with her orgasm.  The liquid now flowed from her pussy.  Her inner
thighs were blush red from my whipping, but feeling them with my hand, I
could tell that there were no raised welts.

   "See, you also understand obedience.  In the future, you will know that
the pleasure I give you can be withdrawn at any time.  And you will
understand that when I give an order, I do expect it to be obeyed.  Stay
here for a few minutes and rest, and I'll go check on Jim."

   I left Paul and Jean behind with her, and returned to the playroom.  I
got there just in time to see Mukidah jerking Jim's cock furiously, trying
to get him to cum so that she could continue to punish him.  A look of
concern flashed across her face, and rightly so.  But I had plenty of time
for her punishment, later.

   "Well, Jim, looks like you know how to obey."

   I lowered him down, and quickly removed the bondage gear.  I removed the
butt plug, hearing him gasp as it pulled him open, but he didn't complain.

   "Mukidah!" It was the only thing I said, but she knew.  She dropped to
her knees and groveled at my feet.  "Up, and over the barrel."

   Quickly she rose and positioned herself over a large round 'arm' that
jutted from one wall.  She reached around it, and grabbed her ankles.

   "What are you going to do?," Jim asked.

   "I gave her permission to paddle you if you were soft.  She knew that if
you came she would probably get to punish you further.  And she knew that
her actions would violate the spirit of my promise to let you down."

   "Please, Jim," Mukidah said, "let me take my punishment.  I know I was
wrong, but I wanted to get you in trouble, instead my black butt will be
beaten for my foolishness."

   I jammed the butt plug into her ass.  She was used to taking it, but not
without preparation.  She probably wouldn't feel comfortable for two or
three days.  When I got through, probably for a week.  Then I reached into
the cabinet, and brought out a long, thick willow switch.  Jim goggled at
it as I swished it though the air.  It was very supple, smooth as glass,
and about an inch in diameter.

   THWACK!!  This time I brought it down across both of her ass cheeks. 
THWACK!!  Again.  She jumped this time, but made no noise.  THWACK!!  The
third time you could see the welt rise up, red even against her ebony skin.
THWACK!!  Four.  And five, and six.  Jim looked at me as if I was mad. 
Seven, eight, nine.  Finally I brought it down for the tenth time. 
THWACK!! Mukidah practically jerked up with the force of the blow.  She
slumped against the barrel for a moment before starting to get up.

   "Get back down on that barrel.  Did I allow you to get up?"

   She looked at me with true fear in her eyes, but got down and spread
again.  THWACK!!  For the eleventh time I hit her.  The raised welts bled
in two or three places where the switch had crossed over an already abused
spot.

   "Now I'm done." She raised herself up, and turned to me, her eyes
widened, looking behind me, and I turned to see Jean, Paul and Babs
standing in the doorway.  They had witnessed some of her punishment.  Babs
hands traced over her own thighs where I had whipped her, and she knew that
I had only been playing with her.

   Mukidah dropped to her knees.  She bent forward, kissing my feet, "Thank
you, Master, for punishing me.  I deserved it for my disobedience.  Please
don't dismiss me!  Please allow me to serve you again!  Put me back over
the barrel for ten more, twenty!  Anything, please, but don't dismiss me!"

   "Paul, take her home.  Dress her welts.  You've got the next couple of
days off to see to her.  When I've calmed down, I may entertain her plea...
if she still wants to make it."

   I took the other three out to the living room as Paul led his wife back
to their apartment.  It would pain me to have them leave, but her
disobedience had really set me off.  Now that my anger had been spent, I
felt exhausted.  I glanced at the clock to see it was just about 8:00.  I
had expected to entertain my new slaves for a few more hours, but now, I
was unsure.

   "You have not seen the worst of my anger," I told them.  "But what
Mukidah did she has paid for, and for the most part, I now consider it
past. But I want you to understand.  I am the Master of my home.  You are
my slaves.  Jean here has felt the switch but once, one blow only.  She
knows why she was punished, and has continued to serve me for an
additional..?" I looked over at her.

   "Eight years, Master." She looked down at her feet as she said this, but
I reached over to her, and raised up her head.

   "Eight years," I said smiling.  "I don't remember what she did, only
that I switched her once.  Her punishment was swift, and in my mind, just.
And past.  You'd never disobey me again, would you Jean?"

   "No, Master.  Never.  But I was as scared then, as Mukidah is now, that
you would dismiss me from your service."

   "How much did you see of her punishment?"

   "The last three strokes."

   "Jim you saw all eleven.."

   "Eleven!," Jean exclaimed!

   "Yes, eleven.  Don't interrupt." But I smiled to show I wasn't mad at
her.  "Jim, you and Babs are new to this.  Today was an aberration.  In the
last twenty years I have used the barrel only ten or twelve times, and
usually for only one stroke.  But Mukidah holds a position of trust here,
and she violated that trust.  I hold my word, anyone's word, to be one of
the most important things that they own.  It is one of the few things a
slave may own without fear of loss.  And without trust, that word is
useless.  When you signed those releases, and gave me your word to obey,
even if what I wanted was disgusting to you, I expected you to keep that
promise.

   "Normally, I break my slaves in slowly.  Today you both experienced some
level of pleasure, and of pain.  You both felt fear, and the thrill that
caused you to seek me out.  But I also allowed you to wait until tonight to
truly decide about your commitment to me.

   "I suggest a break in the servitude.  I'm drained, and disappointed. 
For now, let's just have some dinner.  Afterwards, I still want you to
submit to me, but I want you to think about what you have seen.  Talk to
Jean.  Find out if this is really what you want in life.

   I sat them down at the table, and served the food myself.  I brought
them drinks, and excused myself to go back to my den, to think.  Before I
left, I did give them a warning.  "You're free do discuss anything, Jean,
except why I was punishing those two slaves this morning.  That subject is
taboo.  If you two decide to stay, you'll find out in a few weeks
yourselves.  But remember, you wanted to face the unknown.  Talk to Jean
about why, not what.  I'll see you in a half-hour or so." I left then,
still drained, and went into the den.





   Eight: Interlude

   I sat down behind my desk, shaken from my anger.  Now that the adrenalin
surge was gone, I felt weak.  I sat there, even turning off my computer, a
rare event, just to think in silence.  I had taken some food with me, but
didn't feel like eating.  Mukidah had been my slave for six years, my
employee for three.  Now, I thought about loosing both her and Paul, and
the good humor they seemed to exude.  But my actions were past, and I
couldn't recall them.  The decision was theirs to make.

   After brooding for these minutes, I reached over and grabbed my remote.
The TV clicked on, but showed not some sophomoric comedy, but a view of the
dining room.  Three nude slaves sat there, and I could hear the clink of
metal on china as they ate in silence.  Obviously they were as deep in
thought as I had been.

   Babs looked up first.  "Jean, why DO you stay?"

   Jean smiled, "Simple.  I love him."

   "Love!," Babs seemed incredulous, "but after what he did?  After what
you must have experienced in these last ten years?  Why love?

   "Look, you're both my age.  About eleven, twelve years ago, I cast about
for meaning in my life.  I had a pretty good sex life, but something was
missing.  I had a few long term relationships, but, none of them was... 
right.  They all lacked a spark I needed.  I had tried lesbian sex,
thinking I needed the softness of another woman.  I tried sex with two men,
thinking I needed to loose myself in pleasure.  I tried drugs, and
religion. But what I really needed was control.  The control of a strong
hand, but not an abusive hand." She reached up and played with her
necklace, holding the charm as she talked.

   "When I was 27, I was swinging pretty heavily.  And my boyfriend was..
well, using me to get at other women.  And he was abusing us all.  We went
to a party, and the Master was there, with two of his slaves.  He was
leading them around on leashes.  Just standard dog leashes.  That was Bill
and Tina.  The Master got some stern looks, you know, a white man leading
two nude, black slaves.  But looking at Bill, you knew that he could have
broken the Master in two with one hand.  He had to be there because he
wanted it.

   "I watched them that day.  I watched them that night.  Both Bill and
Tina were used by anyone, male or female, that came up to the Master and
asked.  The Master would hand them the leash, and they would lead away
which ever one of them they wanted.  Occasionally, someone would offer
another slave to the Master, as in trade.  Sometimes he took them.

   "I got up my nerve, and approached the Master.  I asked for the use of
Tina, and he let me take her after I proved my skill at giving head, on
him. That was the first time I knelt to him.  The first time I took him
into my mouth.  It was electric.

   "I took Tina back with me to another room, and we caressed, and played,
but what I really wanted to know was why.  Just like you want to know.  All
she could tell me then, and all I can tell you now, is that she found
intense pleasure in his domination of her.  She and Bill entered into
servitude as a whim, but found almost immediate satisfaction as slaves. 
They still love each other, and have had two children in the twenty years
they have served the Master.  I don't think they know if the kids were
Bill's or the Master's.  (I do know.) But they can't give him up.

   "I thought about it, and asked some more questions.  A month or two
later, I saw the Master with another slave.  She no longer lives in the
area, but that night I asked for her favors.  And was granted them after I
took the Master in the ass.  Again, I felt electricity.  And again, when I
questioned his slave, I found only that she too had a deep need to serve,
to be owned.

   Jean took a sip of wine, to moisten her throat.  I knew her story, but
had never heard her tell it.

   "I finally got up the nerve to ask to speak with him, privately.  He
laughed, but agreed.  He asked me if I had decided yet.  I was actually
amazed!  How had he known?  But, yes, I had decided, but.., I wasn't sure.
He just nodded, gave me a card, and told me to see him at that address the
next evening.  I've served him ever since.  I've seen some like you, come
in expecting one thing, and finding something else, I've seen them leave.
But more stay than go.  And when one does go, it is usually in tears
because circumstances forced them to move away.  And the Master is usually
in tears because they do have to go.  (I am, usually.)

   "But," Babs started, "why love?  He beats you, he uses your body, he
forces you to do things that disgust you.  How can you love him?"

   "He has only beaten me once, for breaking my word.  And that was only
the one stroke.  The other things, the whips, the bondage, are just toys.
They can give pleasure, as well as pain.  Didn't you feel that when he
whipped you tonight?"

   "Yes..., but," Babs started.

   "No buts.  He takes pleasure, but he gives it also.  And he gives much
more than he takes.  He gives us reasonable reign to enjoy ourselves, and
more, he wants us to enjoy ourselves.  Finally, he cares about us.  You can
talk about psychological reasons for my behavior, maybe I needed a stern
father figure, or I had desires for incest, or feelings of low self-esteem.
But he still cares.  He seems to know many things about us that we don't
know ourselves, and uses that knowledge in our care and training.

   "What do you mean?", Jim asked.

   "Well, I know that he probably knows everything about the two of you. 
(I do!) He owns a security company that does background checks for the
government.  His people are better than the CIA!  (Not exactly, but much
better motivated!)

   I lost my job a few years ago when the --------- restaurant closed.  He
knew before I got here that night.  Normally, when you come here, we just
undress, and await his orders.  He has 'themes' sometimes and lets us know
what he expects.  This time he took me into the den, fully clothed, and
just held me.  He knew I was scared that I would have to move away, and it
had taken me years to land what I thought was a secure job, and a secure
life.  Now everything seemed close to collapse.  He just held me, and
soothed me, and told me to check at the hotel the next day.  He had
arranged an interview with the hotel manager.  I didn't know that he owned
it then.  I walked into the interview, and believe me, it was thorough, and
when I walked out, I had a new job.  Two years later I was made the lounge
manager.  I only waited tables the other night because we had someone out,
and because you were going to be there."

   "So you're grateful he got you a job," Jim started, "but after what he
did to Mukidah tonight, do you think he still cares for her?  He beat her
until she bled."

   "And what did Mukidah do?  She begged for more!  She knows that she hurt
him by breaking the trust he placed in her.  To be honest, I don't
understand why.  All the playrooms have surveillance cameras.  The Master
would have found out when he was editing the tape.  She must have been
really upset to risk his wrath.  And you watch, he's all twisted up inside
over punishing her.  But he's right.  Paul, Mukidah, and probably myself
have a been given a great deal of trust, and authority by him."

   "Everything is taped?" asked Babs.

   "Just about.  The Master edits them so that they play more like a movie.
The scenes from the hotel the other night have only been rough cut.  By the
time he finishes, you two will look like porn stars."

   "And the bondage that he put me through?," asked Jim.

   "Playacting.  Oh, I'm sure it was impressive to you.  It's still
impressive when he binds me.  But he never allows anyone to be really hurt.
The gags he uses..." Jean paused, as Babs and Jim both nodded, "he really
uses them because it allows the slave to still breathe.  He only uses the
more effective ball gags when he knows that you can handle it.  I've only
seen them used a dozen times in ten years.  And abuse!  I've seen him throw
out another master when he abused one of his own slaves in front of the
Master.  The Master is in charge, but he accepts that his slaves are human
beings first.  Humans who need special handling.  If you stay, you'll
understand.  He will make you do things that you would never do for anyone
else.  And you'll want to do it for him.

   "About those two slaves this morning," Babs worried, "could we end up
like that?"

   "Sure.  But only if you say no to his orders.  If you follow them,
you'll never be bound like that for more than thirty minutes.  They were
bound for four hours!  They could barely move when he released them.  I had
to massage them for ten minutes to work out their cramped muscles.  And
both of them crawled, on their knees, from the playroom to the Master's den
to beg forgiveness.  They'll probably be back in a week to serve him again.


   "What did they do...", was all Jim got out.

   "What?  Are you that anxious to feel the switch on your backside?  He
said it was taboo, and it is.  Just know that they said No' to his orders.
He was only so lenient because they are both so young, and new to
servitude. If I had disobeyed him, after ten years, I'd more than likely
still be in there, probably in a worse position."

   "And you can still say that you love him?"

   "Babs, I will always love him.  I remember when Mukidah first became his
slave.  He practically lit up with pleasure.  She served him, and he took
pleasure in her service, and in her body.  I knew she was a special one. 
He didn't spare her from his games, but she seemed to enjoy it all the
more. When Paul joined his harem, and when Mukidah and Paul fell in love, I
thought it would kill him.  But he surprised me.  The Master just smiled
and laughed in genuine happiness for them.  Paul has an infectious good
humor.  And together, he and Mukidah seemed even more special than they did
apart.  They held the wedding here, fifty naked people celebrating love. 
And the Master gave them a great wedding, a great party, and while I don't
know exactly what other gifts he gave them, I know he offered to give them
their freedom.  The next day, they showed up with all their body hair
shaved off, including shaving their heads, and rededicated their service to
the Master.  That was four years ago, and they've stayed bald ever since.
The Master offered them jobs here three years ago."

   "And if he switched you like he did Mukidah?"

   "I would have deserved it.  The Master doesn't punish for the sake of
inflicting pain.  If you feel his hand, it is usually just a lesson.  In a
D/s relationship, if you don't feel the master's hand, how can you know who
the master is?  Our Master shows us who's in charge by his behavior.  We
accept that domination.  If we didn't we'd be somewhere else.  Why did you
suck his cock, Jim?  Are you a secret queer?  Why did you both let him fuck
your ass when you had never had anal sex before?  Simply put, you felt his
control of the situation.  You accepted his domination, and your
submission. It's not that you're gay, Jim, it's that you need to be
dominated.  Just like Babs.  Just like me.  And believe me, I've seen other
masters and mistresses.  Our Master is like an gracious emperor over petty
minor nobles when compared to them.  Some of them almost never allow their
slaves any pleasure.  And if the slave is hurt, or in need, few of them
give a damn.  Some of them are of the opinion that slaves are cheap.  They
can always get another."

   "You really do love him!  So..  But, what can we expect?  More of the
same?"

   "I really don't know.  I think he has something special in mind for you,
but I don't know what.  I know that when we were talking the other night,
before you arrived, he was hoping that you would become his slaves.

   "What kind of 'special' treatment could there be?  Why us?"

   "Again, I don't know." Jean seemed puzzled.  "I know that whatever it
is, it won't be for a few weeks yet, maybe even months.  You still have all
of your training ahead of you.  If you decide to stay.  And make no
mistake. After tonight you will have to decide.  Not tonight.  He'll let
you have time to think.  But you will have to decide, probably soon."

   Well, I thought, I had better get back out there before Jean starts
praying to me.  An emperor over minor nobles.  Next thing she'd elect me as
a god.  (Now what reward to give her?)





   Nine: Games

   I felt better after listening to Jean.  I knew she loved me, all of my
long term slaves did.  Bill and Tina, who had both been with me for over
twenty years loved me.  (And Bill is the biological father of his kids.  I
was not safe' when Tina got pregnant, but had blood tests done, just to
make sure.) Would these two now join my harem?  They had seen a lot.  Too
much, too soon, for new slaves.

   "Well, is everyone settled down?," I asked as I entered the room.  Ready
for a little more?"

   Babs and Jim both looked a bit scared, but they both wanted to stay,
probably needed to stay.

   "Great, just dump your dishes in the sink, I'll get them later.  I
pulled Jean aside, and gave her some instructions for some toys.  She
headed off for the playroom as I herded the others into the living room. 
The platform was still fully extended, and I led Babs back up to the
pedestal.  She sat there, waiting, as I had Jim bend over and spread his
cheeks.

   "Thanks," I said to Jean as she returned and handed me some KY jelly.  I
lubed up Jim's ass, and reseated him, impaled on one of the dildos.



   "I said that you would not fuck Babs tonight, and I meant it.  I had
intended for you and Paul to put on a little show with Jean, but with
him..."

   "I'm here, Master," Paul interrupted.  He looked upset, but not angry.
"She's sleeping.  I bound her onto her stomach so she wouldn't turn over.
She told me why.  I apologize for my wife's behavior.  She learned another
lesson from you today.  Thank you for administering it so fairly."

   I waved away his words, still not wanting to think about my anger.

   "Paul, you should be with her..."

   "No, she can get free if she needs to, and can call if necessary.  But I
haven't forgotten my promise to you, even if she did.  I am here to serve
as always." He knelt at my feet and bent to lay his forehead on my feet. 
"We owe you everything.  I owe you my obedience.  I know you wanted me
tonight, and I am here to serve."

   "Very well, impale yourself next to Jim, and we'll have you up here
later."

   Paul spread himself and sat down on the dildo as I gestured to Jean to
help me with Babs.  Soon Babs was restrained back on the platform. 
However, this time her legs were spread, and pulled back, almost to her
head, so that she offered her pussy and ass to full view.  Both were spread
open for my pleasure.  "Jean, get started."

   Jean knelt in front of Babs, and started licking and sucking at the
blonde's genitals.  Her tongue sought out Babs' brown bud, and pushed into
the o-ring of muscle to start Babs' squirming.  Glancing over at Jim, I
could see that he was enjoying the show.  His cock was standing straight
up. He'd just have to wait.

   "How is she?," I asked of Jean.

   "Almost ready, Master."

   I needed to get ready.  I stood over Babs' face, grabbed her ankles, and
lowered my soft cock into her gag.  Babs' tongue moved to meet my cock,
licking into the slit, and then around the glans.  As I started to harden,
she sucked more of me into her mouth and twirled her tongue around my
shaft.

   "She's ready, Master."

   I pulled out of the gag, and moved to the other end of my slave.  I
motioned Jean to the side and plunged into Babs' open cunt with one shove.

   She squealed, in pleasure this time, and her pussy muscles pulled me
deeper.  She wanted me to fill her.  I knew that after Bill she would be
stretched, but I had not anticipated the interruptions of the evening.  Her
body had time to return to normal, and as I thought about it, with her
muscular control, she could probably have squeezed me just as well right
after taking Bill.  I continued to stroke into her, pulling out only to
plunge into her ass.  Due to her position, it wasn't as easy as it had been
earlier, but she took me into her quickly.  I was stroking away in minutes
as easily as I had been fucking her pussy.

   Despite her bonds she kept moving to my rhythms, matching thrust with
parry, using her muscles to clench at my cock as I pulled back.  She tried
to keep as much of me in her as possible.  But I wanted to feel these
stokes along every inch of my cock.  I could once again feel the vibrations
I associated with Babs' orgasms.  She came in waves, shrieking with
pleasure through her gag.  I quickly was reaching my peak, I only had to
decide where to deposit my load.  Pulling out of her pussy, I moved to her
face, and slipped my cock into her mouth.  She could not move her jaw, but
her mouth still sucked at me greedily.  I pushed past her tongue and my
cockhead sat at the opening to her throat.  Now I came in waves.  Small
ones, but waves.  Jerking my cum into her waiting mouth and down her
throat, I pulled back, so that she could swallow, once, twice, as I
continued to shoot my load of semen over her teeth.  I could feel her
licking me clean as I pulled out, my cock softening, my legs just about
buckling under me.

   I gestured to Jean to release her, as I went to my customary chair to
collapse.  Jean soon had Babs out of the bondage gear and brought the woman
to me to sit in my arms.  I lowered the pedestal with the remote, leaving
just the carpeted platform.

   Now I looked over at the two men.  Both with dildos up their asses, both
with impressive looking erections at full attention.

   "I want you two to put on a show.  Make love to each other, 69 for a
while.  But you are not allowed to cum.  Just get yourselves wet for what
is to come."

   Jean had to help Jim up off the dildo.  Paul was used to it, and rose
without difficulty.  But he was also in better shape.  He reached for Jim
and kissed him.  Now this really seemed to upset Jim.  The man had sucked
cock and been fucked in the ass, and enjoyed it.  But a simple kiss on the
mouth from another man jerked him like a puppet on a string.  He recovered
quickly, but not without loosing some of his erection.  But Paul was used
to it, and drew Jim to him.  He lay back on the platform and started to
caress the older man.  Paul fondled Jim's balls and stroked his cock.  His
hands found the older man's ass, and two fingers slid into him.  He sucked
at Jim's nipples, and finally bent low to take Jim's cock into his mouth.

   Jim started, slowly, to reciprocate.  His hands found Paul's' erection,
and he stroked it softly.  He pulled at the younger man's balls, not to
hurt, but to arouse.  He lifted Paul up off of his cock, and kissed him,
fully, his tongue seeking the other man's tongue in passion.  Soon they
were locked in a full 69.  Paul knelt over Jim, sucking his cock deeply as
he lowered his own hard shaft between the older man's lips.

   We all watched for a few minutes more, but soon I gestured to Jean, and
she went up to join them.  The separated to accommodate her.  Putting her
between them, they each took one breast and suckled her nipples.

   Babs started to squirm in my arms.  Her pussy tried to drown my chair.
I'd probably have to replace the cushion.  I, too, was aroused by the
display.  Jim kissed Jean as deeply as he had just kissed Paul.  She really
responded to his embrace, returning his kiss, and giving more.  She reached
down for his cock and stroked it, caressed it, as Paul spread her legs and
lowered his mouth to her waiting pussy.  The noises from the threesome were
interesting.  Slurps, moans, sighs, and the sound of flesh on flesh.  The
sight of Paul's hairless body, soaked and shining in sweat was truly
impressive.  He practically slid between Jim and Jean, putting his cock
into her pussy with small, quick thrusts.  His ass was now presented to
Jim, and my new slave took full advantage.  His cock slipped between Paul's
cheeks and found his tight brown bud.  He strained for a second, but Paul
unclenched his muscle, and Jim slid full length into the young man's ass.

   Together they stroked, Jim adding more force to Paul's thrust.  Jean
looked happy now.  I had kept her from sex all day, but had not wanted to
deprive her totally.  I motioned to Jim, and had him pull out of Paul, and
move around behind Jean.  Paul rolled over, and without removing his cock
from her pussy, pulled the woman over on top of him.  His muscles rippled
in the effort, the light catching them perfectly as he juggled the older
woman for a moment.  Now, as Paul had done to Babs earlier, Jim squatted
down behind Jean, and pushed his cock up into her open ass.

   Jean sighed then, a long sigh of fulfillment.  She could feel the two
mens' huge cocks rubbing back and forth within her.  And Jim and Paul could
feel each other through the thin layers of strong flesh that separate them.
They were stoking faster now.  Matching their dance to some music only they
heard.  Faster, faster they stoked.  Jean seemed to become electrified. 
Her mouth sought out Paul's as her hands reached back to pull Jim even more
firmly into her.

   Suddenly she jerked up.  Her back arched, her head bending back almost
to Jim.  She made no sounds, for hers are silent orgasms, but the intensity
could be seen on her face.  Her breasts seemed alive, her nipples extended
out for almost two inches, rock hard.  The two men continued to stroke and
thrust, but I knew they were close.  And then they too came.  Jim shot deep
into her bowels while Paul's cum gushed out over his cock as he continued
his thrusts.  It ran over his balls and dripped to the carpet as the
threesome collapsed in a heap.

   I told Babs to go over and clean the three up, making sure she got all
of Jim's cum from Jean's ass.  Babs flew to comply and her slurping began
to drown out the sounds of the three people trying to recover.  Soon all
four were sitting, spent, on the edge of the platform.

   I excused Babs and Jim, with the some instructions.  "In a minute you
can get dressed and go home.  Think about what you have seen and
experienced.  While you are deciding, I want you to abstain from sex. 
Nothing, with the following exceptions." I reached into the toy bag.  "Jim,
you are to wear this butt plug at work.  It has a slim line to fit between
your ass cheeks.  It will be uncomfortable, but you will soon get use to
it. Babs will insert it for you.  It will remind you of your service to me.
And Babs, I want you to wear this dildo while you teach all those kiddies.
The straps will keep it deep within you.  You will also be uncomfortable,
but that is part of the deal.  I want you both here, ready to talk on
Thursday evening, about 8 P.M." They nodded, dressed and left.

   I looked at Paul.  "Go home.  Take care of her.  I'm sorry she got me so
carried away, but she deserved every stroke.  If you decide to stay, I'll
see you Tuesday.  Not before."

   Paul nodded his understanding, and he too left.

   Now I only had Jean.  Beside Bill and Tina, the longest lasting slave in
my harem.  She looked sleepy and happy and well fucked.  "Tonight, I think
you will spend in my bed." She perked up at that, a night with me was
considered special.  "And tomorrow, I think you will spend alone with me."
She really welcomed that news.  "Emperor over minor nobles indeed." She
smiled at her words come back to her as we walked up the hall to my
bedroom.
Ten: Resolutions

   I spent the rest of the weekend alone with Jean.  As I had told my new
slaves, I prefer women for lovemaking, and I made love that weekend.  No
domination games, just gentle, friendly sex between two people who had
known each other for many years.  Jean had spent one day with me before
that was like this, and she knew it didn't mean a change in our
relationship.  It was an interlude because of my anger, and my need to
relax.  When she left on Monday morning, I think we both felt better.

   Paul checked in with me on both Sunday and Monday, but I waved him back
to his wife.  I had taken care of myself before I had hired them, and I
could manage for a few days again.  But when Tuesday came, I waited in my
office for a knock I knew would come.  And when I opened the door, both
were on their knees waiting my attention.

   "Mukidah, get your ass in here.  Paul, you're welcome to stay, but I
don't want you to say anything without permission." They both crawled to a
position before my chair, and awaited my words.

   "How's your butt, today?"

   "Healing.  I still can't sit, but I can stand and walk."

   "And what did you decide?"

   "Master, please let me stay.  Beat me again if you must, or impose other
punishment, but I..", she looked over at her husband, "we..  don't want to
leave your service.  I can't imagine living any other way but to serve you.
No matter what you demand."

   "Lady, you've really fucked up.  I don't know how you thought you'd get
away with it, but after looking over the tape, I'm still mad.  You know I
have some special plans for those two, and thanks to you they may not stay
in my service.  I'll give you a chance to heal, and I won't beat you again
for your lapse in honor, but you will have more punishment."

   "Yes, Master!  Thank you, Master!"

   "Don't thank me yet.  Get on your feet, and come with me."

   I led them down the hall to the second playroom.  "Get on the table. 
Let me look at your injuries."

   Mukidah laid face down on the table.  The welts I had given her were
starting to fade, and they had scabbed up properly over the broken areas of
her skin.  She stirred as I gently touched them, and again as I spread her
cheeks to verify that they had not neglected the other aspects of
servitude. They had been careful to shave her, and to clean out her rectum,
my finger coming up clean as she squirmed under my prodding.

   "Good.  You should be totally healed in about two weeks.  Very well.  No
matter what Jim and Babs decide, you will be punished again.  A show for
the others, so that they understand that I don't play favorites, even when
I give someone my trust."

   I opened one of the cabinets.  "Paul, you'll need to take these." I
pointed at a long row of dildos.  They ranged from a more normal six inch
long, four inch circumference, up to one almost three feet long and almost
twelve inches around.  They reminded me strongly of a box of drill bits,
arranged in order.  "I have some arrangements to make, so you have time. 
You must be able to take the largest dildo easily.  If you cannot, you will
quite probably be in even worse pain, if not bleeding from a torn
peritoneum."

   "Yes, Master.  Thank you Master."

   "From the employee side of things, we don't have too much going on until
the weekend.  You've got some sick days to use, but I expect you to be
ready to serve as my assistant on Saturday.  Frank and Sheila will be back
then, to show me that they take their commitment seriously.  Until then,
you had better concentrate on your own fate, and hope that my arrangements
fall through.  Paul, since she's better, I expect that your general duties
will be taken care of." He just nodded.

   "Mukidah, you've made me angry, and I don't like being mad.  Especially
at you.  You've given me great pleasure these last six years.  I'm
disappointed that you let me down.  You've got to re-earn my trust.  But I
will give you the chance to do so.  I won't tell you your fate, so you had
best be ready for anything.  And you had better hope that Jim and Babs
decide to stay.  If they go, your punishment will continue for some time to
come."

   At that, she looked really frightened.  She had seen only one other
slave severely punished in the last five years, and while that slave was
still with me, Mukidah knew she did not want to have the same treatments
lavished upon her body.

   Finally, Thursday evening rolled around, and at exactly 8 P.M.  my
doorbell rang.  I opened it to find two totally nude slaves.  Jim's
erection jutted proudly from his body.  It was a good thing that I have a
reasonably isolated home, even though it could be seen from the road.

   "Master, we decided not to wait to undress, but to come to you ready,"
Jim said.

   "Yes, Master," Babs said as they crossed the stoop.  "We want to stay in
your service.  Use us as we need to be used." They both knelt, and pressed
their foreheads to my feet, awaiting my orders.

   "Up, both of you.  Come into my office." We walked down the hall.  As
they turned into my office door, I could see the butt plug in Jim's ass. 
The only thing Babs wore was the harness that kept her dildo lodged inside
her.

   "Have either of you removed those plugs?"

   "Only to go to the bathroom and to clean ourselves for you," Babs
started.  "Actually, it was easy after the first few hours.  The hardest
part was refraining from sex for the last four days.  We've never been this
horny.  Not even when we were first dating."

   "So you're both absolutely sure that you want to serve me totally?  No
matter what sexual act I order you to perform, no matter when, no matter
where?"

   Almost in unison, "Yes, Master!"

   "Very well, stand up and remove your plugs." They both quickly removed
the plugs.  I motioned them over and examined them for any places where
they might have worn their skin raw.  I checked that they were shaven, and
clean.  Satisfied that they were in proper health, I brought out two
parchment scrolls I had prepared earlier.  "These are your "Articles of
Servitude".  They reiterate the promises you have already made to me, and
add other conditions relating to my privacy, and that of the other slaves.
I have the right to violate the privacy of any of my slaves You do not have
that right.  You are all equal in my eyes.  But read them through, make
sure you understand before you sign." They read them, quickly, for they had
few other sentences than the original ones they had signed.  "I may seem a
devil at times, but I am not Satan.  However, as he would require, I also
require that these Articles of Servitude' be signed in your own blood. 
Babs, are you right or left handed?"

   She gave me her left hand and using a blood testing finger lancet, I
quickly pricked her index finger and squeezed out a large drop of blood. 
"Just sign there, squeezing for more if you need it." I repeated the
procedure on Jim, and soon had their formal articles of servitude in my
hands.  I stood and walked over to the wall.  A panel swung open revealing
almost thirty identical parchments.  I placed theirs among the others,
closed the panel and resumed my seat.  I then reached into the drawer,
pulling out two more small parchment forms.  This time I pricked my own
finger, and signed my name to the two forms.  "These are my 'Articles of
Ownership.' They explain my promises to you.  And I do make promises.  As
my slaves, you have responsibilities to me.  As your owner, I have
responsibilities to you." I then reached into my drawer, bringing out two
ordinary looking silver chains, each with small charms.  Looking a bit more
closely, I handed each the one they would wear for their entire period of
servitude.  "These are your chains of slavery.  They have runes on them
that identify you as being owned by me.  As being part of my harem.  You
may have noticed that almost everyone wore either a chain, or a charm
bracelet.  You may convert these to whatever form you like, as long as the
charm' remains in one piece.  Mukidah and Paul wear them as ankle bracelets
- actual slave bracelets, in the old style.  But most men chose to wear the
simple chain." They looked at the charms, tracing the runes before placing
the chains around their necks.

   "As to Mukidah, because her dishonor was associated with Jim, you will
both witness her last punishment.  She has decided to remain in my service,
but she will receive one final punishment before I consider the manner
closed.  That will occur at my convenience.  When it is arranged, you will
be notified, and you must be present.  But now, we three have a bit of
celebrating to do.  Let's go down to the playroom and have another lesson
in service."

   We stopped at the enema room.  I motioned them in.  "I know that you are
clean, but I to be a bit more sure." I motioned Babs onto the table.  Jim
again spread her ass cheeks as I lubed and inserted the nozzle.  I gave her
two quarts.  As she was already empty, it filled her almost totally, but
left just a little room for error.  The expression on her face was
wonderful.  Pain and pleasure fought for space.  Pain eventually won, for I
made her hold it five more minutes.  She was begging me to let her up, but
I just ignored her until I feared she would burst.  The room would have
handled it, but I'm not sure Jim would.  And I had other plans.  Finally, I
released her, and she raced for the bathroom, water starting to leak down
her legs.  When she returned she was drained emotionally as well as
literally.  And she looked frightened when I motioned her back onto the
table.  She placed herself back on the table, but this time I gave her only
one quart.  I wanted her submission, not her pain.  She seemed grateful as
I let her up the second time.

   When Jim's turn came, I used a fucking motion with the nozzle.  He was
totally limp when he got on the table, and stayed that way as he also
fought the painful sensations of all that warm water.  He was grimacing
when I let him up, but he managed to hold himself until he got into the
bathroom.  And he was more resolved the second time, knowing what was
coming.  I gave him the full two quarts though, and a bit more, and it
seemed he looked at me with a bit more respect when he returned from the
bathroom.  This had all taken only thirty minutes or so.  A remarkably
short time that probably seemed like hours to the new slaves.  Eventually,
they would be holding enemas for hours, but I preferred to let them build
up slowly to my normal expectations.

   Now we could go to the next playroom and commence with the evenings real
plans.





   Eleven: Phuong

   We entered the playroom to find Paul sitting quietly, slowly spinning a
small, female slave.  She was hanging from the ceiling, encased in a full
hood, arm bindings, and a bit of white rope tied to offset her tiny, firm,
tanned breasts.  The hood allowed her mouth to be free, and I had not
gagged her.  I had hung weighted nipple clips on both breasts and they
dragged her engorged nipples downward.  I excused Paul, and explained the
tableau to my new acquisitions.

   "This is Phuong.  She is twenty, and has been my slave for one year,
tonight.  You now share an anniversary date.  She is the smallest of my
slaves, and with one exception, the tightest.  I could not withstand her
beauty when I first saw her, and although it took time, I finally won her
over to my service." A smile formed on her masked face as she listened to
me talk.  "She's been hanging here for over two hours awaiting my arrival.
The reason Paul was here with her is simple.  While I may use your body, I
will not risk your life.  I will be teaching you signals that you may use
if you are in real distress.  Since Phuong is not gagged, she could have
spoken, but when someone is in such total bondage, they must not be left
alone."

   I went to a cabinet and removed a spreader bar and wrist restraints for
Babs.  I moved her legs apart and set the bar in place.  I fastened her
arms above her head.  Her breasts lifted as her nipples hardened, and I had
an image of her twenty years earlier.  I could not help myself as I
caressed her skin and bent to bite at both nipples, just a playful nip.

   I fondled Phuong now, pushing one finger into her tight vaginal canal,
wanting to explore her youth.  But two new slaves needed to be trained, and
Phuong was the perfect slave to assist me.  I lowered her to the floor, and
released her from all her bindings.  When I removed her hood, she looked
first to me, and then turned to Jim and Babs and bowed in a western version
of the standard oriental greeting.

   "I am pleased that you could join the Master's harem.  Welcome to his
service.  I hope that I may be able to give you pleasure while I serve my
Master's desires." Her accent was charming.  The hint of her eastern
origins with the self-assurance that her American schooling had given her.
Her small speech was characteristic of her origins.  The big hug she gave
me was characteristic of her very open, loving nature.

   "How may I serve you tonight, Master?"

   I marveled again at her beauty.  Her tiny stature, the way her small
breasts thrust up from her chest, her nipples hard against my stomach, I
wanted to forget Jim and Babs, and rape this girl-woman next to me. 
Perhaps later....

   "Tonight, my slaves, you will experience a new level in penetration. 
Fisting."

   Babs looked interested.  Jim looked worried.  Phuong looked happy, very
happy.

   I motioned Jim over to the long table at the side of the room.  I had
him lean over it, laying his upper body on the table.  I fastened his arms
on the other side, so that he could not rise.  I then spread his legs wide
and used ankle restraints to keep him from moving them together.  The sweat
started to form at his hairline as fear took him over.  His cock was so
limp it looked as if it would never be hard again.

   "As I said, Phuong is the smallest of my slaves.  I could have had
someone like Paul do this, but I start all my slaves out slowly.  Her hands
are the smallest, and are least likely to cause distress, well, excessive
distress."

   I gave the Asian woman some lubricant.  It is a compound better than KY
for things of this nature, and she coated her entire left hand with the
lubricant.  She stood next to Jim as she did this, and by lifting his head
he could watch her.  His eyes shot up when she started to coat her arm past
her wrist and halfway to her elbow.

   "Would you like a gag for this?" I asked my new slave.

   "No, I'll tough it out." But he put his head down as if afraid to see
any more.  I could see his asshole tighten and loosen as Phuong approached
him.  She looked over to me with a question in her eyes.

   "Slowly, my girl.  Start with two fingers."

   She nodded and pressed her first two fingers against Jim's anus.  She
slowly applied pressure as Jim relaxed his grip.  He had learned something
from his anal experiences.  Phuong's fingers disappeared to the second
knuckle.  She rotated her hand to open Jim up even more.  Her thumb was
tucked underneath her fingers as she pushed further.  Her fingers
disappeared to the last knuckle.  She withdrew now, and pointing all her
fingers together, pushed in before his muscle could close against her.  Now
all five fingers were in his opening.  She pushed harder, tucking her thumb
in more against her palm.  Suddenly her entire hand disappeared within the
older man's ass.  She lit up in happiness at her accomplishment.  She still
took great pleasure in being able to enter a new slave so quickly.

   Jim looked rather startled as the iris of his ass closed against the
woman's wrist.  His limp dick now stood back at full attention.  The sweat
that had wet his brow now was gone.  His body accepted the intrusion, and
was aroused by the new sensations.  He would take larger items into his
body later, most notably Bill's huge cock, but he needed to know that it
would be pleasurable before he would be willing to try.

   Babs watched with rapt expression.  She could not tear her eyes away
from the sight.  Even knowing that she would be next, the liquid was
pouring from her pussy.  These two were definitely a pair.  Jim shot more
cum and any man I had seen, and Babs flowed so much that I could have
mopped a floor with her pussy.  (!..no...  later) I had bound her so that
she could not masturbate, and she squirmed trying to find some way to gain
release.  After four days without sex, and in the heightened condition of
her new lifestyle, I could imagine her needs, and relished her exquisite
frustration.

   We now watched as Phuong started to move her arm into Jim, slowly so as
not to damage him.  Inside of him she would have carefully closed her hand
around her thumb, forming a fist.  When about four inches of her arm was
inside him, she started to pull it back.  She pulled until her wrist was
exposed, and then pulled just a bit more so that his anus opened around the
base of her hand.  I was trying to gauge Jim's arousal.  I didn't want him
to cum too quickly.  I also didn't want to waste a drop of his semen by
having his shoot his load at the wall.  So after Phuong had stretched his
asshole with a few more strokes, I motioned to her to withdraw her hand.  I
was lubed up now, and I quickly placed my fingers in the opening before it
could close.  Now my hand is probably twice the size of Phuong's hand.  Jim
could sense the change at once as I pressed hard against him, causing him
to gasp, as my hand entered his bowels.

   "Phuong, your reward." She quickly got under the table and fastened her
lips around Jim's cock.  It had softened a little with my exertion, but as
I fucked his ass with my arm he was soon back to full size.  I enjoyed the
sensation of his sphincter spasming around my arm.  I was also at full
attention as I moved deeper into my slave.  I could tell he wouldn't last
much longer.

   He started jerking with his orgasm, forcing himself further down my arm.
I could hear Phuong choking as she tried to swallow all the cum that Jim
produced.  As his ejaculations stopped, I slowly removed my arm and hand
from his anus.  His cock was still jerking in Phuong's mouth as my hand
popped from him.  I watched as his anus slowly closed.  Babs eyes had
glazed over as she watched, helpless to relieve her sexual itch.  I think
that if I had touched her anywhere on her body she would have immediately
started to cum.

   Phuong crawled out from under the table.  Jim's cum ran down her chin
and coated her breasts.  She rubbed it into her body, licking her wet
fingers until they were dry and she was glowing with anticipation.  I
released Jim from his bonds, but had to help him to a chair.  I think he
would have collapsed on the floor, barely able to walk.  He sat, gingerly,
on his abused ass, leaning back into the chair and closing his eyes in
exhaustion.

   I stood behind Phuong now, looking over at Babs.  My cock pressed
against the young girl's spine as I reached over her shoulders to fondle
her nipples.  I pulled hard against them as she tried to push herself back
into me.  But she was just too short.  She looked more like twelve than
twenty.  My cock rubbed back and forth against her back.  I was tempted to
take her then, but I wanted Babs to experience fisting for herself, and
pulled away from the youngster as I watched the older woman start to
recover.  There were small puddles at her feet where her lubricating
liquids had run down her legs.  I had Phuong get down on her knees and
clean the floor.  She gladly licked it clean, as a kitten laps at a plate
of cream.  She looked over for permission, and when I nodded, she began to
lick the juices from Babs' inner legs.  Soon Babs was over the top, cumming
so hard that I thought she would break the steel spreader bar.  Phuong's
face was pressed tightly into Babs' crotch, drinking directly from the
source of the flow.  This time the Asian's breasts were coated with a
woman's cum.  Again she rose rubbing it into her and licking her fingers
dry.

   She helped steady Babs as I removed the spreader bar and unfastened Babs
from the wrist restraints.  We moved the pliant woman over to the table. 
This time, however, I did not bend her across it.  I positioned her on the
table so that both her ass and pussy were open to view.  I had her kneel,
with her legs spread as wide as she could get them.  I bound her knees to
the table in this position, and fastened her arms, spread this time, over
her head, and behind her back.  This forced her torso over so that her
pussy was open to us.  In fact, her entire body was open to my hands.  I
pinched her nipples with one hand as I reached under her and tweaked her
clit with my other.  She moaned loudly now, and tried to push down onto my
hand.

   "Just be glad most women are multi-orgasmic.  Jim has had very little
external stimulation, but I bet that he would find it extremely painful if
someone even tried to touch his cock right now."

   Jim was beginning to stir, and I waited until he had recovered enough to
be aware of his wife's position.  Phuong was ready again, her hand and arm
glistened with the lubricant.  Again she started slowly, pressing against
Babs anus as she had with Jim.  Because of her orgasm, Babs was really
loose.  Phuong's hand was totally within Babs within thirty or forty
seconds.  Babs arched her back and impaled herself even more onto Phuong's
arm.  Already she was halfway down to the youngster's elbow.  I quickly
held her as Phuong withdrew to the wrist.  I didn't want to risk injury to
the older woman's colon.  Phuong began fucking her arm in and out of the
woman's ass.  Babs was starting to give into the sensations, so I stopped
her with the application of some nipple clamps.  She stopped as the sudden
pain caused by their bite reached her pleasure fogged senses.

   She stopped moving, giving Phuong more control.  Phuong held up her
other arm now, and I coated her hand and arm with the lubricant.  Jim
watched with great interest as Phuong positioned her other hand at the
opening to Babs' pussy.  Phuong slowly inserted one finger, moving it
quickly in and out.  A second finger joined the first, then a third.  When
all four fingers had opened Babs pussy, Phuong formed a fist and pushed
against Babs cunt lips.  Her entire hand slipped into Babs, and she began
working her arm up toward Babs' womb.

   As always, I found the sight fascinating.  The older woman was impaled
by both of the young Asian girl's small arms.  Phuong started moving both
fists back and forth inside Babs.  Babs could now ignore the pain of the
nipple clamps.  Her juices had all but dissolved the water-soluble gel that
Phuong was using.  Babs hung there, her mouth wide open, as Phuong fucked
both of the lower openings.  Again, I motioned to Phuong, and at her left
arm.  She waited until I was lubed, and then we quickly exchanged places,
my much larger hand replacing Phuong's at Babs' anus.

   I pushed into Babs quickly.  I had no time for gentleness now.  I thrust
up into her, not quite as far as Phuong had been, but then I have a longer
forearm, and larger fist size.  I could feel Phuong's hand in the other
passage as we worked together inside the older woman.  A quick glance at
Jim show him stroking away at another rock hard erection.  I'd have thought
he'd be out for days.  Apparently the sight of his helpless, submissive
wife was as big a turn on for him as seeing him in a submissive position
was for Babs.  They were right, they both needed to be pushed.

   Babs soon started the familiar wailing again as her second set of
orgasms took hold of her.  She got quite loud this time, and my ears rang
with her noise.  When she finally collapsed, Phuong and I worked our hands
out of her body, and left her there hanging loosely by her wrists.

   I motioned once more to Phuong, and pointed her over to Jim's chair. 
She knelt and took him into her mouth once more.  He started cumming almost
at once.  This time Phuong could keep up with his jets of semen, and only a
few drops leaked past her lips.  After his earlier cum, I was surprised he
had even that much jizm left within him.

   Phuong rose, licking her lips as Jim sank back into his chair.  I
reached up and released Babs' arms.  She sagged down, limp.  Her breasts
squeezed between her open knees, her head hitting the padded table with a
thump.  Panicked, I felt for a pulse, and was relieved to find it strong
and steady, although a bit fast.  She must have fainted, her body suffering
from sensual overload.  I undid her bindings and lay her flat, face up on
the table.

   Phuong came to me now, and we looked over the two used-up slaves.  I
held the small woman in my arms.  She tried to move her head down and take
my hard cock into her mouth, but I had other plans for her anniversary
fuck. First I needed to get the two newest slaves back on their feet.  I
glanced over at a well hidden clock, and saw that it was close to 11 P.M. I
was keeping the teacher up on a school night.

   Jim recovered first, and rose, slowly to walk over to us and look down
at his just stirring wife.  He looked me full in the eyes for a minute, and
said, "God!  I....", he swallowed, trying to form the words.  "I've
never....  Will every time be like this?  You've shown us more in eight
days than we've experienced in twenty years.  And everything gets me harder
than the time before.  You've really blown my mind.  I thought that
swinging was exciting until we had that domination experience.  But I never
thought....."

   He knelt, and took my cock into his mouth.  Sucking wildly, trying to
express his gratefulness by giving me pleasure.  I stood away from him,
however, and patted his head as I would a young boy.

   "That's okay," I began, "I understand.  Many others have been where you
are now." I sensed Babs sit up, then stand.  She moved over to my other
side, and hugged me as Phuong was, rubbing her hard nipples against my
chest.

   She knelt also, and began licking and kissing my feet.  She sucked on my
toes, no easy task when I'm standing, and I felt the tingles of pleasure at
the base of my cock.  But she, too, tried to put her feelings into words.
"We thought...  a little domination...  we thought about the anal sex, kind
of expected it.  We expected the bondage, although you've taken us farther
than we imagined there.  Now fisting!  I...the feeling...the pleasure. 
I've never cum so hard.  I've never wanted to cum so hard.  What will be
next?  When..?"

   I got them both to their feet, and started leading them back toward the
front door.  Phuong followed like a little kitten, curious at what I would
tell her newest brother and sister.  Nude, the four of us walked out toward
their car.  I'm not much of an exhibitionist, but that area, at that time
of day was pretty safe.  Babs and Jim had left their clothes on the front
seat, and they threw on enough to get home without being arrested, and into
their house without their kids noticing their condition.

   "Enjoy your new found knowledge.  But take it slowly.  You need
experience, or you may hurt each other.  Relax.  Tonight was but the first
evening of your total submission to me.  There will be other days, other
nights.  Remember," hugging Phuong to me, "you're but two of almost thirty
slaves in my harem.  I must make time for all, and some quiet time for
myself.  We will set up a schedule with you over the next few weeks. 
Mukidah will call you next week, Tuesday or Wednesday.  Until then, enjoy
each other.  Explore each other.  Go to the adult stores and look at
bondage and discipline gear.  Find something exciting.  Read some of the
stories.  Believe me, I have some plans in store for you.  You will be
serving me at least three times a month.  You've already served me three
times this week!  Keep things in perspective.  Your family needs attention,
so do your jobs.  Your service to me is but a part of your entire lives. 
Start to live them anew.  Now go home and sleep.  I have another slave to
ravish tonight!"

   They slowly backed out of the driveway, their headlights catching Phuong
and I for a moment, as they turned and headed for the main road.  I turned
to my young slave, lifted her up, and impaled her incredibly tight pussy on
my cock.  She wrapped her legs around me and squealed in delight as I
walked us back into my home, and into my bedroom, kissing her all the way.





   Twelve: Resting and Results

   I enjoyed Phuong's tight body for the rest of the night, celebrating her
anniversary with a bang and a whimper (or two).  But I had to rest, and
prepare for Saturday's training session with my two recalcitrant slaves.

   Things went pretty much as I had thought for the next few weeks.  I try
to keep around thirty slaves in my harem, Jim and Babs being two of four
new hopefuls.  One other washed out after the first bondage session.  He
was willing enough, but he had trouble getting it up for a woman, and that
just wouldn't do.  Many straight men can usually perform with another man,
if only to my order, by touching a bisexuality I believe resides in most of
us.  This guy was attractive as hell, but was too far over onto the gay
side.  I did recommend another master in the area, one who is totally gay,
and I hear that they are still together.  The fourth newcomer, a woman,
referred to me by a mutual, non-sexual friend, was seeking a firm hand to
come home to.  She traveled a great deal, but needed to know her master
would be there for her when she got back.  Her training took longer because
of the travel, she was on location for days or even weeks at a time, but
because of her fame, she was worth the trouble.

   My usual schedule has individual training one or two days or evenings a
week, with a general party night one Friday of the month or sometimes
Saturday, with a rare orgy weekend thrown in when most of my slaves are in
town.  Memorial Day weekend is always a big time, and I wanted my newest
slaves ready for it.

   Jim and Babs training continued on course, although only one of their
sessions was as intense as the first few had been.  I brought them more
slowly into obedience, teaching them about their bodies, and about other
slaves, about my rules.  The intense session occurred about six weeks after
their formal joining of my group.  I had given a list to Mukidah of slaves
that I did not want Babs and Jim to have contact with, at least for now. 
They would get to know them later in their training.  I did make some
suggestions in scheduling however so that they would once again be paired
with Bill and Tina.  So in early April, with the weather fine in Central
Florida, I had Mukidah request nine of my slaves to be in residence,
including Babs and Jim and Tina and Bill.  I balanced the male/female mix
to be even, and put care into selecting those other slaves.

   I won't go into all the details, but Jim took Bill's huge cock in his
ass without a problem.  In fact, he took everyone's cock that night.  Of
course, the women all took everyone's cock that night too.  I think
everyone was a bit sore the next day.  I do have to admit that some of the
soreness may have had something to do with the personal spankings I
administered here and there, rather than to the over use of certain sex
organs, but what is D/s without a little BnD?

   I let Mukidah know that her punishment was scheduled for the Memorial
Day weekend party.  All of my slaves were going to be available that
weekend, and I promised a huge feast to celebrate.  Mukidah looked a bit
down at the news, but my plans had taken a bit of work, and I figured that
a punishment witnessed by everyone would be most effective.  She had healed
without scarring, for which I was glad.  And Paul assured me that she was
working diligently to take the largest dildo into her.  She was already up
to the nine inch diameter one, and expected to just make the May deadline.
For her sake, I hoped so.

   Babs and Jim settled into the schedule, and accepted that their service
to me was just one part of their lives.  Beyond the initial security checks
I make, I try to get to know my slaves.  It makes them closer to me, and
more willing to serve my needs when I may order them into a new, even
frightening, situation.  Therefore, I got to know about their jobs, work,
home, family, and was able to schedule them around out-of-town visitors. 
(Damn Disney!) They met a few of my other slaves, but knew only one by
reputation.  He's a local young politician.  He and his wife have served me
for three years, and both Babs and Jim were rather surprised to find he and
his wife enthusiastically sucking Bill's cock the night of the early April
party.  They did know one of the other slaves, but I did not want the more
experienced slaves to talk to the newest ones until I had finished their
training.

   The next intensive training session was scheduled for the last Saturday
in April.  I took them into a playroom and bound them in very special gear.
A collar went around their necks, and a leash was attached.  Their wrists
were bound loosely to a belt around their waists, and I fastened hobbles
around their ankles.  They could walk freely, but not run.  And they could
move their arms around, quite a bit, but not extend them more than two feet
from their heads.

   This was to be a private session, with only one other slave in
attendance.  I introduced them out by the pool.  "Babs, Jim, this is
Arlene. She'll be helping me today."

   Now Arlene is a 25 year old, blonde godess.  I think that all my slaves
are beautiful, exotic people, but Arlene fits the mold of the classic
western beauty.  Statuesque, perfect symetrical breasts with ruby red
nipples on silver dollar areolas.  Not a blemish on her skin.  A gorgeous
ass, and a pussy that every slave I own wants to taste for themselves.  Her
silky blonde hair flowed down her back, almost to her ass.  Deep blue eyes,
and lips that you needed to kiss.  And she was all natural.  No implants,
no surgery.  Fantastic.  Jim's cock was hard in seconds.  And Babs was
almost as ready.

   Arlene does not always look this good.  In her ordinary life she is
beautiful, but does not appear any more so than another good looking woman.
But nude, and primped up for me....  Well, I took five years to find
someone like her and I was very happy at the results.

   "Calm down you two!  You might have a chance with her later.  But right
now, you have another chance to prove your obedience to me.  And to be
honest, this will probably be the most difficult session that you've had.
You remember those two slaves that I was punishing your first day here?"
They nodded.  "This is where they failed me.  You've come along faster than
any other slaves I've ever trained, with the exception of Bill and Tina. 
You are both born submissives.  It is my pleasure to be your Master.  But I
explained in the beginning that you may be required to perform acts that
you would find disgusting.  Except for Arlene here, and a few others, most
slaves doubt that agreement here.  But remember, you also promised to obey
me first, and doubt later."

   They looked interested, not frightened.  They trusted me.  As they
should.

   "Now, I've been selecting the slaves that you've been training with
because they are old hands with new slaves, and some because they have
special talents.  Arlene has such a talent.

   We led the two slaves over to some special chairs under a tree near the
pool.  At first glance they looked like low recliners, sitting flat on the
ground, with backs that reclined at about a 45 degree angle.  Directly
behind them was a long, flat table that usually held drinks.  It now held a
small toy box from the playrooms.  I knew that they had not cared about
this arrangement before, but now they were curious.  We sat them both down,
and fastened their chained arms to loops imbedded in the pool decking.  It
was not noticeably cooler in this shaded spot, but with the direct sun off
of them they no longer had to squint to see.

   "Arlene will demonstrate.  Then she will help you."

   I stood just behind Arlene who reached into the toy box and removed a
small whistle.  Babs looked curious, but Jim jerked his head, and looked
wildly up at me.

   "I see you recognize it."

   Arlene put it to her lips and blew a special pattern.

   "But, there's no noise," Babs said, looking at us.

   Jim looked at her with resignation.  "Of course not.  It's a dog
whistle."

   Awareness dawned on Babs face then, as the first of the Dobermans
reached the pool enclosure and entered through the dog door in the fence. I
could see a mixture of fear, loathing, and lust come together on her face.
"You don't mean that we will fuck....?"

   I was nodding.  "Yes.  Arlene is a dog trainer for my security company.
A very special trainer." Jim's cock was total limp, now.  But Babs' nipples
were hard, and her face was getting flushed.  And she would have ruined
another chair, if it had not been vinyl coated.  Apparently she was either
anxious to try this new perversion, or she was imagining Jim's submission
to the dogs.

   Three dogs now stood before Arlene.  She called one's name, and it came
over to her.  She started just to pet its head.  He panted a bit from the
run, but soon calmed.  I gave the others orders to lay, and they got down
and put their heads on their paws, but they continued to watch.

   I placed my hand on her head and mimicked the petting motion.  "Normally
Arlene trains dogs for industrial security.  She grew up in a kennel, and
has been working with various breeds since she could walk.  But she also
felt a need to be trained.  To have a master.  To submit.  She is like you
in that regard.  When I found her she was 16.  She was old enough to
consent to sex, but too young for my purposes.  However, I nurtured the
relationship, and at 18 she signed her submission papers.  I bought out the
kennel.  Her father, brother and she, work for me, training dogs for
security and police use around the area.  Her family doesn't know about her
servitude, or about the additional training she gives the animals that
serve me.  Show them now, my child"

   Arlene smiled, "Certainly, Master!", and lay back on the chair next to
Babs.  "Down, Bobo!" She patted her thigh, and Bobo put his nose down
between her legs.  She held his head as his tongue shot out and started to
lap at her pussy lips.  Arlene's legs spread wider and I could see Bobo's
tongue working his way up her cunt.  Arlene squirmed a bit to give Bobo
better access.

   Babs was watching, apparently with envy.  I could hear the squish of her
juices as they collected under her ass.  Jim's cock, in spite of his
unhappiness, was beginning to stir at the sight of the large black Doberman
licking the beautiful blonde.

   Arlene regained her control.  "Up, Bobo!" Bobo jumped up, and placed his
front paws on the table behind, and to either side of Arlene's head.  She
was now staring at his bright red phallus as it work its way out of its
sheath.  Babs was licking her lips in anticipation.  Bobo hopped forward on
his hind legs as the blonde opened her mouth to accept his cock.  The dog
slipped it into her in one thrust and Arlene moved her head back so that
she would not gag on all eight inches.  Bobo started to fuck the blondes
mouth in earnest.  Babs bent over to get a better look as she started to
press her own thighs together for some physical stimulation.  I moved to
fasten her bonds more tightly and she sighed knowing that I would not let
her off that easily.  Jim's cock now stood at full attention.

   I spoke some phases to Bobo and he hopped down off the bench, his cock
making a popping sound as it pulled from Arlene's sucking mouth.  Arlene
reached back into the toy box and removed some small socks.  Bobo allowed
her to put them over his front paws, and he sat waiting, cock now at nine
inches, as Arlene turned over and leaned on the table, kneeling on the
chair.

   Now Bobo quickly remounted Arlene, the socks protecting her skin from
his claws.  Bobo's cock waved in the air as he thrust forward seeking
Arlene's hot box.  She reached between her legs and guided the dog into
her. Again he started thrusting, faster than any human male could have
moved.  Arlene moved with him.  She did not try to avoid his knot directly,
but moved so that she would not risk it being lodged inside her.  Another
day, it would not have mattered.  But when I was training new slaves, she
knew that she could not take all her pleasure now.  Her back arched as her
orgasm overtook her.  Bobo instinctively moved to thrust more deeply into
her, but even in the midst of her orgasm she maintained a level of control.
The lessons I had given her over the years combined with her own experience
allowed her to move so that as the large dog reached his own peak, his knob
was still safely outside of her body.  Soon the dog's cum was leaking out
around his cock and running down the blonde's inner thighs.  Bobo was again
responsive to commands, and followed my signal to withdraw.  He padded over
his riends, still in his socks, and sniffed around for some new scents
before he lay down beside them, licking his cock clean.

   I helped Arlene to her feet.  Bobo's cum was dripping from her, and I
guided her over to Babs.  Babs immediately raised her mouth to lick and
suck the dog cum from the other woman's pussy.  I scooped some of the
liquids on my fingers and fed them to Jim.  He licked my fingers clean, and
seemed surprised that the cum did not taste much different from a man's.

   Now Arlene signaled to the other dogs.  Both came up to her, cocks
already started out from their sheaths.  She hugged them and petted them
and fitted each with a pair of socks for their front paws.  But now she
directed them over to the two new slaves.  Robby headed straight for Babs'
crotch.  He was eagerly lapping away at both her pussy, and at the copious
liquids collected by the chair.  Arlene had to push Tiny away,
reemphasizing her command to go to Jim.  Tiny looked hurt, but turned to
nose at Jim's cock.  Jim looked a little frightened at first, but soon
relaxed when all Tiny did was to lick at his cock like an ice cream cone.
Robby was already at full size when Arlene gave him the command to get up.

   Babs, when faced with the large, shiny red cock before her eagerly
opened her mouth and sucked it in.  Robby moved forward and froze for a
second as Babs' tongue explored his smooth cock.  Jim looked a little less
certain when Tiny reared up.  He stared at the animals penis, glanced over
at me, shrugged, and opened to take it into his mouth.  He had gotten a lot
of experience sucking cock in the last three months and was able to keep
himself from gagging as Tiny (a real misnomer) thrust his eleven inches
into Jim's waiting mouth.  I could see Babs watching out of the corner of
her eye.  She seemed slighted that Robby only had eight inches to give her.

   Both dogs were humping wildly, aware of Arlene, but not quite willing to
give up so soon.  But they had been well trained, and dismounted from my
two slaves as I was releasing the bonds that held them in the sitting
position.  Babs was on her knees bent over to take Robby as soon as she was
free.  And Robby, in his excitement, was soon humping away at her willing
snatch.  Jim, turned more slowly, but he did turn.  His hard cock jutted
out from his body as he opened his ass for the large black dog.  Tiny
didn't waste any time either.  With Arlene to help guide him, he was soon
thrusting away at the man as if he was any other bitch.

   This time I did not have the dogs held back.  I could see the look of
surprise on Babs' face as she felt Robby knot enter her pussy, and start to
enlarge.  Jim had also taken Tiny fully into him, and looked honestly
excited at the sensation.  Babs' familiar whining noises started, proof
that she was at her peak.  And Jim's cock started to spasm, coating the
chair back with his thick, white seed

   A few more thrusts, and both dogs started to cum.  Due to the knots, no
liquid leaked from around their cocks, and soon they quieted.  But of
course, they could not immediately disengage.  Given a few more minutes,
and my slaves' recovery both knots slipped from the hot holes and the dogs
padded away.  Arlene checked them over, removed their socks, and with hand
signals sent them back out the dog door.

   I motioned to her, and pointed out Jim's jizm on the seat back.  At once
she knelt and cleaned it with her mouth, greedily sucking and licking so as
to miss no drop.  I then had her clean out both of the dogs' cum from Jim's
ass and Babs' pussy.  All three slaves became more aroused with the oral
play.  I allowed Babs to play with herself, as I offered Jim his choice of
Arlene's holes.  He chose her ass, and was soon lost in delight, filling
her bowels with another load of his semen.

   Finally, I had Babs and Arlene do a 69, with Babs rimming Arlene to suck
at Jim's cum.  When all three were spent, I had Arlene go off to check on
the dogs while I talked with Jim and Babs.

   "Well Jim.  You didn't seem to enthusiastic at first.  Now that its
over, what do you think?"

   He thought for a minute.  "I was going to say I'm out of here', but
really, it was no worse than any other cock I've sucked or fucked.  It felt
differently, smoother, and much hotter.  And the knot was definitely
different, but I survived, and rather enjoyed it."

   "Babs?"

   "Its been the most bizarre thing!  I've never told anyone, but I've
always wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a dog.  And it was
great!  I can't wait for another chance, maybe with Tiny the next time!"

   "Well, we'll see.  It looks like you'll both survive, but I want you to
really think about this.  I have only one more major task for you, but I
want you to be sure about the dogs.  You've both had a lot of training in a
very short time.  But, as I said, you are both born submissives.  You
obeyed orders that many have tried to disobey.  When Frank and Sheila
disobeyed and reconsidered, they had to fuck all the dogs each night for a
week, until they treated them as they would any other partner I gave them."

   And that was the crux of it.  A totally obedient slave doesn't worry
what sexual act I order them to perform.  A slave only worries about how I
feel about their performance.  Skin color, gender, age, race, and even
species did not matter.  Only obedience to me.

   "Okay, we've a month to go until the party.  Since every slave in my
harem will be there, I'd like to have one more session with you, preferably
two weeks from Sunday."

   They looked at each other.  Babs murmured something about party, Friday,
and Jim nodded.  "No problem.  We've some family obligations Friday, but
Sunday is free."

   "Good.  Enjoy yourselves.  See you that Sunday."

   They got up to leave, thanking Arlene, who was just returning from the
kennel.  Now for my pleasure, I led her, smiling, into one of the
playrooms.





   Thirteen: Final Test

   When that Sunday finally rolled around, I had made my preparations
carefully.  Bill and Tina were in my bedroom preparing my special slave
while I greeted Babs and Jim and took them to the last playroom.

   I started by outfitting them with some standard restraints, wrists bound
behind their backs, neck collars with leashes, and for Jim, a special
leather cock ring that had a strap to squeeze his sac lightly as it
separated his balls.  I wanted to be able to quickly control things if they
got out of hand.  Actually, I was not really expecting problems, as these
two were very obedient, but sometimes adrenalin can cause surprises.

   I lubed their asses and inserted large plugs, and finally pulled two
hoods out of the cabinet.  I held them in my hands for a moment, looking
back and forth between them and the two slaves kneeling before me.

   "I don't think we'll need these today," I said as I replaced them.  "I
have something very special and very rare for you to do today.  About eight
months ago I received an application' from a young woman.  She was seeking
a master, and somehow heard about me.  When I met her, I found that she was
only 17."

   They just looked at me as I spoke.  In this state, 16 is the age of
legal sexual consent, but not of legal contractual consent.  I may take a
slave into training early, but they are not allowed to sign an Articles of
Servitude' form until they reach 18.

   "When I questioned her further, I found that while she had experimented
with hand jobs, and a blow job for a boy, she was still a virgin.  I
confirmed that she was intact, and took her into training on the condition
that she remained a virgin until I either took her virginity for myself, or
allowed her to lose it to someone else.  She has kept the agreement, and
has been well trained in bondage and in servitude these last few months."

   "Because you have served me so well, today you will be allowed to assist
me in taking her virginity.  And then, you will use her for your own
pleasure while I watch.  Bill and Tina are preparing her on the central
platform even as we speak.

   Both slaves looked excited at the thought of a virgin sacrifice.'

   "When we enter the living room, I want you to move to either side of
her, and start by sucking her nipples, and then work your mouths slowly
down the outside of her legs, and then the insides up to her cunt.  I want
the juices really flowing when I pierce her hymen with my cock.  After I've
used her pussy, and her virgin ass, you can use her to bring you off. 
She's never been with a woman, and I particularly want to watch you, Babs,
squat over her mouth as she tries to bring you off with her tongue"

   Jim was rock hard now, and Babs' legs were damps with the first drops of
lubrication.

   I helped both up from the floor, and taking their leashes led them out
to the living room.  Bill and Tina were standing over the new slave,
finishing the last bindings.  They moved apart to reveal the young body for
the first time.  Jim was limp in seconds.

   "Hi, Mom, Daddy.  So you're slaves, too!" Their eighteen year old
daughter, Sherry, smiled up from the pedestal before them.

   ***********

   I gave my newest slaves a few seconds to close their mouths.  Both still
looked from their nude, nubile daughter up to me and back.  I rather
enjoyed the looks on their faces as I started to lead them closer.  I had
to tug hard, as they wanted to hold back, but training and curiosity got
the better of them as I drew them forward.

   Sherry just looked up at me.  She had been told by Bill and Tina, under
my instructions, that her parents were my slaves also, and that they would
witness her deflowering, but nothing else was to be told to her.

   "You can't...." Babs started, looking down at her .

   "But I can." I reached down and caressed the young girl's skin.  Her
breasts tightened, and her nipples started to harden.  I rolled one nipple
between my fingers as I used the other hand to trace along her eyes, down
beside her nose, and along her lush lips, the leather ends of the leashes
trailing behind.

   "I expect all my slaves to obey.  You are sworn to obey me.  You swore,
as your daughter has now sworn, to obey first, and decide to leave after.
You will assist me, now, or all will suffer.  And, also, if you don't do as
I've said, then Sherry will be dry when I enter her."

   That got Babs' attention.  She knew what that could feel like.

   "But she's my little girl!," Jim complained.

   "No, she's my slave.  (And with those really firm 36D's, not that
little.) As you are my slaves.  She's felt my whip, and eagerly sucked my
cock for the last eight months.  Her pussy and ass have remained
un-violated.  And today, willingly, she will allow me to take her
virginity. And you will help."

   "Please, Daddy.  Do as he says!  I've seen him punish a slave.  Don't
disobey our Master!" She really looked concerned at that risk.  She had
only seen one slave punished, and that actually a very mild punishment, but
she was too inexperienced to know the difference.

   "This is the something special' that Jean thought you had in mind for
us, isn't it?" Babs asked.

   "Yes.  When you answered my ad, four months after your daughter entered
my harem, I flashed to this day.  Sherry would be 18, an adult, and would
willing sign her servitude papers.  I knew then what I wanted.  And what
you would have to do.  Remember, I decided not to hood you.  You could have
done everything today without knowing until afterward that this slave was
really your daughter.  I decided that I could trust you to obey me,
knowingly.  And you will, won't you?"

   I moved both slaves to either side of their daughter's supine body.  I
handed one leash to Bill, the other to Tina, as I moved to stand over
Sherry's head.  I opened her mouth with my fingers, and placed my cock
between her lips.  She greedily sucked me into her as I continued to talk
to her parents.  Babs just closed her eyes to the sight, but Jim, his
arousal just beginning to be apparent, (pun intentional) watched with
heightening lust at the sight of his daughter slurping away at me.

   "Bill and Tina are here for a reason also.  When their kids each turned
16, they were brought to me, and offered as slaves.  Although they did not
have an incestuous relationship within the family, both children were
raised knowing that their parents and I had a special relationship, and
they wanted to join more fully into that relationship.

   Babs opened her eyes at that, and looked at the black couple, Bill
holding her leash, and Tina, holding Jim's.  They both nodded.

   "And he refused," Bill said.

   "Well, I was flattered, but I declined for a reason.  I think that kids
are ready to explore sex at an early age, 16 being legal, but I don't
believe that they would be able to understand their own needs until they
are older.  The kids both said they were not only ready, but willing.  But
I was not.  I told them that if they stayed virgins until they were 17,
then I might be willing to consider their servitude, but not until then.

   "And we did stay virgins!" Babs and Jim turned to look at the new
voices. Sherry just continued to suck at my hard on.

   A young black couple had joined us, both nude, both with slave chains
and my identifying charms around their necks.

   "This is Amanda and Tom.  Amanda is 20, a pre-med student at
Gainesville. Tom, 19 is in pre-law at Tulane.  They're Bill and Tina's
biological kids, and my adopted' kids.  And my slaves."

   Amanda, with huge 38DD's on a small, athletic frame looked ravishing. 
She had decided to pierce her nipples the previous year, and wore a small
chain hooking her nipple rings together.  And Tom was almost as well hung
as his father, just shorter at eleven inches.

   "Show them, on your parents."

   Tom went at once to his father, and started to suck his father's large
cock.  He had plenty of practice, and could take it into his mouth easily.
Amanda went to her mother, and licked the older woman's pussy.  "Switch."
And at once, they changed places, Amanda deep-throating as much of her
father's dick as she could, and Tom, stroking his hard on, placing his
tongue into his mother's asshole.

   "A slave is a slave.  You are all equal.  You are all slaves." Babs and
Jim looked at me now, as I pulled my cock from their daughter's mouth, and
rubbed it's slick hardness on her face.  "Here in my domain, skin color
doesn't matter.  Gender doesn't matter.  Age doesn't matter.  Outside
relationships don't matter.  The only important thing here, is your total
obedience." I made those last word harsh, as I pointed down to their
daughter.  "Do as I've ordered.  Kneel and start.  Get this slave ready for
her first fuck!  Now!"

   And, as I knew they would, they knelt and each took one of their
daughter's nipples into their mouths, sucking and licking to start her
arousal.  Babs was not working as enthusiastically as Jim, but she obeyed.
I separated Amanda and Tom from their parents, and started them fucking
enthusiastically where Sherry could watch.  She had been watching, almost
with total detachment, as her parents had started to work on her young
body, but I wanted her really hot when I took her virginity.

   Babs began loosening up as she worked on her daughter's soft, smooth
skin.  Of course, Sherry was as shaven as her parents were, as any other
slave is.  I had told Bill and Tina to bind Sherry with her legs spread as
wide as she could open them, and they were over 90 degrees apart.  She was
starting to respond to her parents' mouths, my hands, and the sight of the
brother and sister eagerly fucking away before her.  Tom now had his cock
up his sister's ass and was pumping away quickly, great pleasure showing on
both their faces.

   Jim and Babs were now working up the inside of Sherry's legs, past her
knees, and almost to her pussy.  She started to squirm now, her pussy
seeking out their mouths for more direct pleasure.

   When Babs got her first taste of her daughter's lube juices, she seemed
to change.  Her tongue flickered quickly into her daughter.  With the girl
as exposed as she was, Jim could kneel with his mouth working on Sherry's
tight asshole.  Both were moving quickly now, licking with both enthusiasm
and pleasure as their bodies overruled their minds.  I placed my cock back
into Sherry's mouth, and she sucked and licked with greed, knowing she was
only seconds away from her deflowering.

   "Is she ready, slaves?" Babs looked up then, realizing what I was about
to do to her child.

   "Yes, Master.  Your slave is very wet and very ready."

   I motioned to Bill and Tina, and the black couple pulled on the leashes
and the white couple moved away from their daughter's body, to give me
room. Now the black couple stood behind the parents and gripped their upper
arms, forcing them to watch everything.  But they didn't have to force. 
Jim licked his lips as I positioned my cock at the opening of his
daughter's untouched pussy.

   Slowly I entered her.  This was indeed my tightest slave.  I had not
allowed her to insert more than a tampon into her cunt for the last eight
months.  She tried to push forward, to impale herself on my hardness, but I
anticipated her eagerness, and pulled back.  I wanted to take my time with
this slave.

   I could feel her vaginal canal getting used to me, to my thick cockhead.
Her pussy lips closed around my glans, and I stopped, waiting for her to
open further.  I pushed in a bit more, pulling back and pushing in, not
ready to break her hymen quite yet.  Sherry moved with me now, wanting,
needing more.  I felt her clit against the top of my cock as I
re-positioned myself and she started to cum then.  Loudly.  Where her
mother wailed, mostly a long, low sound, Sherry was far from quite.

   "Fuck me!  Pleeeease!  Deeper.  AHHHHH!!!  UNNNNGHHH!  Oh, God!  Fuck
me!"

   I fingered her clit until the first waves passed.  Her juices flowed as
freely as her mother's did, and she lubed my cock and balls with the
liquid. I started to move again, pushing in until I came to the thin
membrane that made her a virgin.

   "Please!  Fuck me now!  Take me, HARD!  I've waited sooooo long.  Please
fill me with your cock, Master!"



   But I wanted to savor her need.  I wanted her to beg even more.  Babs
surprised me by speaking, "Please, Master.  Fuck her.  Make her truly a
woman, truly a slave."

   Jim's cock was hard, poking his daughter's arm where he stood next to
her.  "Yes, Master.  Open my little girl's pussy for other men.  For your
use, forever her Master."

   I pulled back and thrust forward.  But I stopped short of her
maidenhead. Again and again I repeated this movement, always just short of
the ultimate goal.  Sherry tried to thrash against her bonds, trying to
gain enough leverage to move me more deeply into her.  "Please, Master. 
Don't make me wait any longer.  I want you now.  I'll serve you well, but
please, use my cunt!  I'm your slut to command.  Whip me!  Bind me harder,
but fuck me, oh God, please fuck me!

   This time I did not hold back.  I jammed my erection deeply into her. 
She squealed in pain as I burst the membrane and took her virginity.  But
now I was stroking into her fully.  I pulled totally out, and looked to see
her juices mingled with the blood of her hymen.  I plunged back into her.
Not caring if she could take me.  Not caring what she felt.  She was mine
to command.  I owned her body, her mind, her soul.  In a frenzy of fucking
I hammered into her tight pussy, pushing her once more over the edge of
sensual pleasure into orgasm.

   "Masteeeeeerrrr...!" she wailed, "Oh, God, that feeeeeels sssssooooo
goooood!  Harder!  Fuck me hardeeeeerrrr!"

   And I did.  I practically bounced back off her nubile body with each
thrust.  My balls slapped, hard, against her ass.  Her breasts were
swinging back and forth with each pistoning movement.  I was close, damn
close, but I had one more thing to do.

   I pulled out of her at the peak of her cum.  Before she could really be
aware of it, I thrust my cock against her virgin asshole, and pushed with
all the strength in my legs.  I tore into her incredibly tight ass with one
thrust, lubricated only with her copious flow.

   "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" screamed Sherry as I violated her body.  Her ass
was so tight that I thought she would squeeze my cock in two.  I continued
to stroke, her pussy leaking more liquid to lube my cock.  "Oh, Master! 
Fuck my ass!  Split me in two with your cock."

   Her head was hanging low, her back arched as I fucked her hard.  I was
ready to explode, and let myself take a few more strokes as I felt my balls
tighten and the first sparkles of fire pushed down the length of my hard
dick.

   "Hhhhhhhuuuuuuuhhhh" I groaned as I shot my seed into her bowels.  I let
my cock jerk a few times, but kept enough control to pull out, and push
back into her sloppy pussy.  "Anngghhhh" My cum poured in buckets from me,
and into the young body under me.  I continued to cum as I pulled out of
her cunt and the last few spurts shot up from her shaved mound to land
across her stomach and land on her tits.

   I think I would have collapsed then, but Tom and Amanda were now
standing behind me, and they supported me as they walked me over to my
chair.  I could see my cum still flowing from Sherry's cunt, mixed with her
natural lubes.  Both our bodies were covered in sweat, and she collapsed
onto the pedestal, limp within her bonds.

   Babs and Jim were stunned as they looked at their daughter's taut body
before them.  I nodded to the older black slaves.  Tina led Jim to stand
between his daughter's legs.  Babs was placed by Bill over her daughter's
face.

   "Now you will use her!  Push her over the edge again!  Babs, let her
taste your cunt!  She must make you both cum, quickly now.

   Jim needed no urging.  His hard cock pushed at once into his daughter's
tight wet cunt.  Sherry felt his hardness, despite our mingled fluids, and
moved to meet his thrusts.  "Fuck me, daddy.  Fuck your little girl.  Make
me cum again.  Show our Master that we will be good slaves.  Fuck me hard!"
The last words were a bit muffled as Babs had been placed up on the
pedestal, and she squatted over her daughter's head and lowered her pussy
to Sherry's waiting mouth.

   Sherry started to lick eagerly at her mother's flowing pussy.  She
licked and swallowed the cunt cream as if it was nectar.  Her mother moved,
grinding herself against the young woman's face, rubbing her clit on
Sherry's nose.  Sherry started to lick her mother's ass.  She rimmed her,
as I had taught, and tried to push past the o-ring of muscle into the older
woman.  I had given her leash to Bill for a reason, and the strong slave
steadied Babs, or she would have fallen off the pedestal.  Jim was fucking
Sherry, humping almost as quickly as the dogs would have moved.  In fact,
I'd never seen a man move so quickly.  His face was filled only with lust
for his young daughter as he stroked into her pussy.

   He started to cum, then, and he filled her with his sperm.  I had warned
Tina what to look for, and after the first few spurts, she pulled him back
to spray his cum, coating both his wife and his daughter with the thick
wads of seed.

   Now he collapsed against her, smearing his cum and mine between their
bodies.  Tina pulled him up, and away from his daughter.  I motioned to Tom
now.  I could see his cum had coated his own sister's thighs, but with the
quick recovery time that was usually only capable in young men, he was
already rock hard and ready for his turn.

   He stood between her outstretched legs and watched for a moment as Babs
continued to grind into her daughter's face.  Babs was wailing now with her
own pleasure, and Bill had to work hard to keep her from falling to the
floor.  When she went limp, he lifted her down, and we all watched as
Sherry licked her mother's cunt juice from her lips.  "Oh, Master.  This is
fantastic.  I never knew!"



   She looked at Tom.  She seemed transfixed at the sight of his huge,
eleven inch phallus.  Tom moved it closer to her pussy.  He scooped some of
the liquid up, and smeared it onto his mouth, licking the fluid with gusto.
Lust glazed his eyes as he pushed slowly into the woman before him.

   "Master!  He's so big!  Aaaaaahhhhh!" Tom had pushed deeply into her,
his cock showing only a couple of inches outside of her body.  "Oh, God! 
He's splitting me open!" Tom pulled back, and his slick cock slid easily
from her body, her pussy lips pulling out around his black hardness.  He
moved back into her again.  His black body a stark contrast to her white
skin.  I motioned Amanda up, and Bill helped her mount the pedestal and
kneel, straddling the young white girl's head.  She lowered her shaved,
black pussy onto Sherry's eager mouth.  Sherry's tongue already moving up
to lick Tom's dried cum from the black girl's legs.  Amanda's pussy muffled
Sherry's scream as Tom pushed his teenage dick fully into the white girl.
He bent forward, and he and Amanda kissed over the youngster, their tongues
seeking each other out as they used their new sister for their own
pleasure.

   Tom had recovered quickly from fucking his sister, and as almost all
male teenagers, and most older men do, he was just as quick to cum.  A few
more strokes and he was shooting into Sherry, the third man to do so in
twenty minutes.  But I had planned this also.  Sherry was working on
Amanda's pussy with enthusiasm, but was also ready for another orgasm
herself.  I had worked her up from my cock, to her father's larger one, to
Tom, and now Bill positioned himself between her legs.  Amanda raised up
enough to let Sherry see him, and his twelve inches of black meat, rock
hard after watching everyone else use this slut, and ready to jam her full
with his own needs.

   Again, Amanda bent over the young girl, now to french her father.  Tina
had moved as if to steady Amanda, although without bonds, the risk of
falling was much less for the young black woman.  But Tina was not
steadying the girl.  Instead, she coated her fingers with her daughter's
fluids and pushed them up, into Amanda's ass.  Now Amanda started to cum,
the extra stimulation enough to push her over the edge.  Just as she
started to cum, Bill pushed into Sherry's very sloppy pussy.  He did not go
slowly either.  His son had opened up this girl for him, and all twelve
thick inches slid into her with one thrust.

   Sherry's body arched upward with the sensation, and she pushed her
tongue even more deeply into Amanda's cunt.  Moans, groans and squeals of
pleasure hung in the air for a moment as all four people seemed frozen. 
Bill started moving now, as Tina helped Amanda off of the pedestal.  I
motioned to her, preventing her from taking Amanda's place, and she came,
obedient, and sat in my lap, watching her seven foot tall husband fucking
the young, supple girl.  I had Tom undo the bonds that held Sherry's legs,
and the young white teenager instinctively raised them and wrapped them
around the older black man.

   We all watched her take him into her again and again.  He stroked his
cock into her pussy slowly at first.  Freed from her leg bonds, Sherry
could move more easily now, and she met each of Bill's thrust with one of
her own.  She was eager to feel every vein, every sensation that her body
could give her.  Jim had recovered, and he stoked his cock as he watched
his daughter fuck the huge man.  Babs was also unable to remove her eyes
from the sight, but her hands had found Tom's cock, and she stroked it,
slowly, as if in a dream, as it got hard once again.

   Eventually, sensory overload occurred.  Sherry was pushed over the edge
once more.  "Oh, fuck me!  Pound my cunt.  I need it!  Hhhhhuuuugggggg! 
Ohhhhhhhh, God." Bill wasn't quite ready yet.  He had over twenty years of
experience with sex, and he used it to his Master's advantage.

   He looked at me, and I nodded.  He pulled his cock from her, at her
peak, and as I had, he plunged it into her slippery asshole, again with one
shove.  "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!", was all she could manage.  She practically
was bent in two, as she arched her back, pulling away from his cock.  But
he followed her movement, plunging even deeper into her.  Soaked with her
juices, my cum, Jim's and Tom's, he was well lubricated.  He increased his
thrusts now, quickened, in, out as the girl thrashed on the platform, her
arms still keeping her tied down.  Her breasts thrust out, her nipples as
hard as his cock.  He started to cum now.  His seed filling her bowels,
leaking from around his cock, and when he pulled out, gushing from her open
anus.  Bill thrust into her pussy now, mingling his seed with the other
three mens' loads.  Her spasming body moving every which way with the
intensity of her orgasm.  Jim shot a second load then, arcing up from his
cock, and splattering against both of the bodies on the platform.  He
seemed totally unconcerned with his earlier thoughts as his balls pumped
even more white liquid onto his daughter's limp body.  Again and again he
spurted his seed.  Bill was as coated as Sherry, and still Jim came.  Many
have called me a freak for my sexual pursuits.  But Jim was a freak of
nature as the cum poured from the tiny opening in his cockhead.  But
eventually, the flow stopped, and his cock softened.  I looked at the line
of cum that reached six feet from his body to the pedestal, and was very
glad for Scotchguard.

   Bill levered his body off of the young slave, and stood, shakily. 
Amanda helped him down, and to a chair.  Tina, her own lust unfulfilled,
got up at my gesture, and removed the young girl from her bonds.  Very
slowly, as the girl revived, she sat Sherry up, and then stood her up.  It
seemed that gallons of cum coated the girl, as she walked to my chair.

   She knelt at my feet, her head resting on them, "Oh, Master!  Thank you!
I will serve you always.  Please let me feel this way again!  Tell me what
I must do to make you reward me again!  I love you, Master.  I need you to
bind me.  I need you to whip my tits.  I need to feel your cock in my pussy
and ass.  Fuck me again.  Please...."

   Her voice faded there, and I actually think she fell asleep at that
point.  Tina and I shared a smile as we looked down at her, and the older
woman knelt to take care of the young woman.  As she got her, sleepily, to
her feet, I gave explicit instructions, not to clean her.  She was to wear
our cum until I let her get clean.  I directed Tina to put her out by the
pool, to dry in the sun.

   Jim and Babs now took their daughter's place at my feet.  "Master, we're
sorry we hesitated.  We too, want to serve you always.  We will always obey
you.  We will never hold back again!"

   "Slaves, I wanted you to hesitate today.  Today was the final test of
your obedience.  In the future, you will obey me.  You will feel my firm
hand on you.  You will know my domination.  And you will relish every
minute.  For you, as for these others," I gestured to include Bill and his
family, "there are additional rules.  When I play the edited tape at the
party next week, all of my slaves will know that you have fucked your own
daughter.  There is no shame in this.  Everyone else knows of Bill's and
Tina's relationship with their kids.  You were kept in the dark for obvious
reasons.  But you are all my slaves, all equal when you are here in my
home. But outside of this house, there is shame.  Although you are all
adults, all legally able and willing to do anything you want, there would
be retribution.  Therefore, you may not have sex with your daughter outside
of my home.  When she recovers, I shall explain this same rule to her. 
Here, with my permission, you are free to use each others bodies, for your
pleasure, and for mine.  For you are all brothers and sisters in servitude
to me.  You honor me with your obedience.  You give me pleasure with your
submission.  It will be difficult at first.  Sherry will be eager to know
more of sex.  But it is I who shall teach her.  She already has tasted my
whip on her flesh.  Soon she shall know my will, and her capabilities even
more fully." I smiled then.  "Especially, Phuong, and Arlene!"

   They both smiled, then, at their own memories.  They kissed my feet, and
I gave them permission to rise.  "And say nothing of those two to her.  I
wish her to meet them, innocently, and unprepared." They nodded their
obedience.





   Fourteen: Between Acts

   I gestured them out to the pool area, where Sherry still dozed, totally
spent.  I motioned them over to the showers, for them to clean the sweat
and cum off of their bodies.  I had instructed Bill and Tina earlier, of
course, so that Jim was paired with Tom and Amanda with Babs.  I let them
wash each other, slowly, to arouse again, but I moved them into the hot tub
before they could do much more than get clean.  Tom was hard again, (God,
remember what it was like to be young and horny?  But then, I know what it
is to be older and horny!), but Jim and Bill would take time to recover. 
Babs was really enjoying Amanda's tits.  They talked about piercing, and
the results, and Babs looked like she might be interested.  But I only let
them talk.  Once in the jacuzzi, I only allowed verbal intercourse.

   I watched Sherry, her young body sweating in the sun, the cum of four
men still clinging to her body, her legs splayed open, her pussy still
stretched from the workout it had taken.  She looked extremely sexy to me,
and I really wanted to have her again.  And I would.  There were only two
weeks to Memorial Day, and the party, and I had much to introduce her to.
Luckily, school was out for the summer.  Amanda and Tom had only arrived a
few days ago.  I needed to squeeze them into my schedule, also.

   Summer was always a busy time for me, what with my own businesses
needing my direction, slaves taking vacations, non-sexual visitors coming
from out of state to visit the vacation capitol of the world' (Damn
Disney!), and trying to fit in some of the younger slaves, back from school
on summer break was a chore.  One I looked forward to, but still a frenzied
bit of work.  And I usually had some former slaves ask to visit.  Not to
stay at my home, but to come to renew the past servitude, especially if
they were visiting close by.  This summer, four previous slaves had asked
to visit.  One I hadn't seen in almost five years, although she had always
kept in touch.

   But I had other things to think about, and a large group of slaves
waiting to serve me.  I walked back into the house, finding Paul already
there putting things back in place.  He looked down at the cum stained
carpet, "Jim?", was all he asked.  He looked unsurprised when I nodded, and
he started to clean up the stain.  "How does he do it?"

   "Hell, I don't know.  And that was his second cum of the day."

   Paul shook his head in wonder, but just continued cleaning.  He had
lowered the platform and pedestal, and I walked into the kitchen to check
on Mukidah's menu for supper.

   "You're off the hook, but only a little", I told her.  "Everything went
as I hoped.  But in two weeks....." I trailed my voice off.  She looked up
from her preparations.  "Once your punishment is over, I want you back in
my den.  We'll talk then about your future."

   "Yes, sir.  I understand."

   "No, you only hope you do.  How are you coming with the dildos?"

   "I can take any of them with some lubrication.  Without lube it takes
longer, but I can still take them into me."

   "Okay.  I can promise you the lube.  Not much else, but definetly that."

   We left the subject of her upcoming punishment, and returned to dinner
plans.  After the afternoon's exertions, I was hungry, and I was pretty
sure the others would be too.  We discussed additional selections, and I
left her to her work.

   Back outside, I could see that everyone had drinks now, and that Sherry
had roused herself, and was sitting next to the hot tub with a glass of
wine in one hand, her other lightly scratching her skin where the dry cum
caused it to itch.

   "Master, Tina says I can't wash this off until you say so."

   "That's right.  I've a few plans for you, and they start require you as
you are now." I took her hand, and drew her upright.  "You can bring your
wine." I looked over the others.  "Amanda, you come with us." Amanda,
sitting on the side of the pool, rose and joined us.  "The rest of you,
relax.  Dinner should be ready soon, and we'll have a bit more fun later."
They nodded, and went back to conversation as I lead the two women into the
house.

   "How's Gainesville?," I asked Amanda.

   "Okay.  Classes have gotten tough really fast, but that tutor you found
for me is great.  She really knows what to expect."

   "She should.  She's taught others like you before.  And Shands is a
great hospital to learn at.  How about boyfriends?  Found anyone
interesting?"

   "My roommate thinks I'm nuts, but I've only found a couple of guys, and
one girl that really did anything for me.  But with classes being such hard
work...."

   I nodded acknowledgment, as I motioned the two through a doorway, to a
room that Sherry had not seen yet.

   "A photo studio?", she asked, looking around at the lighting gear and
other paraphernalia.

   "Yes, another hobby." As you will have gathered, I'm very much a voyeur.
Between the video gear, and this photo studio, I was well able to record
anything I wanted for future review.  My video gear was all over the place.
Well over a quarter million dollars of cameras and recorders just in and
around my house.  Everything was recorded.  A motion sensor system turned
on most cameras, though some security gear was always working.

   "Today, as you are now an adult, and formally my slave, I want to
capture your body on film.  The video of your gang bang will give me some
stills, but I want more intimate, more polished photos for my records."

   Sherry nodded as she sipped her wine.  "What do you ask of me, Master?"

   I directed her to the main platform.  A photographer's sofa sat there,
and I had her recline there, relaxed.  I started with simple photo's of her
laying there.  Some with her wine, some without.  Amanda fetched props and
arranged her as I directed.  She had been posed there herself, and knew the
usual drill.

   Soon Amanda was part of the shoot.  Sherry was again eating the black
woman's pussy, this time as she played with her own, moist box.  Add some
strap-ons and some KY, and both women heated up the studio for me.  Sherry,
buried between Amanda's tits.  Amanda buried between Sherry's legs.  Dildos
in asses.  Fingers in pussies.  Squeals, sighs and moans of pleasure filled
the air as the black/white contrast was captured in closeup at 1/60th of a
second.

   But soon they quieted, and we returned to pool area to clean up.  This
time I washed down both young women, enjoying the feeling of their taut,
smooth skin as the water washed away the afternoon's exertions.  Amanda
grabbed Sherry and pulled her into the pool to cool off further as I walked
over to Tom and the older adults.

   "Master," Tom started, "Mom hasn't had much fun today.  Could Jim and I
give her a workout?" As usual, Tom was already semi-hard, and Jim looked
recovered enough.  "Okay, but take your dad with you, and the three of you
fill her as much as we filled Sherry earlier.  And use one of the
playrooms. Paul's just gotten the main area cleaned up."

   Tom jumped up and pulled his mother to her feet.  He led the way back
into the house, already spreading his mother's cheeks apart and stroking
her pussy and ass.  The older two men followed, interested, but finishing
their conversation as they walked.

   Babs sat quietly next to me, watching the two girls race and play in the
pool.  After a few minutes, she turned to me.  "Master, we talked a bit
with Bill and Tina this afternoon.  It still seems hard to believe that
they've stayed with you for twenty years, let alone, that they offered you
their kids."

   "If it was a marriage, or a friendship, would you be surprised that the
relationship lasted so long?"

   "No, but twenty years of servitude?  And offering you their own children
as sex slaves!  That's hard to understand.  I can understand that Sherry
found you to fulfill her own need.  But Jim and I would never have offered
her to you.  Weren't Amanda and Tom scared that first time?  How did you
know that they wanted, or needed servitude as much as their parents."

   "They were, and I didn't know.  Those are the reasons I refused their
service, at least initially.  Kids at 16, hell, kids at 13, are a bunch of
hormones looking for trouble.  And Bill and Tina didn't offer them, they
offered themselves, after discussing it with their parents.

   "But why did you reject them then, but accepted Sherry when she came to
you?"

   "Well, first Amanda and Tom were like my kids.  I knew that we were not
related by blood, but I had been with them from the day they were born.  It
felt wrong because they had loved me as a an extension of their parents. 
They had three parents, not two.  Oh, I was 'uncle' those early years, but
if Bill or Tina weren't around, they came to me for security or comfort
until their parents were back.  Child abuse, all abuse, is the corruption
of trust, or of love.  That's why I've punished Mukidah so severely.  She
was setting up Jim for abuse because of her position of trust.  And that's
why I refused the kids.  Sherry sought me out knowing for sure what she
needed.  And I refused to accept her until I verified that need."

   "But, what convinced you to finally accept Amanda and Tom?  And if you
think incest is wrong, why is Tom in fucking his mother, with your
permission, and why did you force Jim and I to have sex with Sherry?

   "Through their actions those next two years.  It was a bit easier, and a
bit harder, for Tom.  Amanda was able to explain things a little earlier
than Bill and Tina had explained it to her.  But as well hung as Tom is, it
was hard to hold back.  Course, most young girls were scared when they did
see him hard, hell, soft he's still huge, so he kept his bargain too.  When
they each turned 17, I accepted them as I accepted Sherry.  They started
training, but no intercourse."

   "But the incest...." I could tell Babs was still hung up.

   "Sherry, come here and suck me." The young woman got out of the pool and
padded over to my chair.  She knelt next to me and immediately started
sucking on my cock.

   "This is not your daughter sucking me.  This is a slave.  If she was any
other woman, you'd not care a wit, unless of course, you'd prefer to be
going down on me for yourself.  If this was the teenager that lives next
door to you, or down the street, you'd be hungering to eat her pussy. 
You'd be getting off watching us." I raised Sherry up, and had her straddle
me.  "Should I let her sit on my cock?  Should I deny her the pleasure of a
long hard fuck?  Should I treat her any differently than I treat you?  As I
told you when you signed your own papers, you are all equal.  You are all
brothers and sisters in servitude.  Therefore, if I want you to serve me,
in any sexual way, you must be willing and able to perform with any other
slave.  Including your daughter."

   "And really," began Amanda, "our love for our parents may make us more
willing to make sure that they are having a good time.  Tom noticed that
mom had not had any fun, so he asked permission to give her pleasure."

   "Hell, Tom just hadn't had sex for thirty minutes!" I rebutted.  "But
you may have a tiny point.  But that's one reason for today's session.  You
must acknowledge your total submission to me.  Bill, Tina and the kids do.
So do the other fifty or sixty slaves I've trained over the years.  Your
daughter does." I lowered her down now, forcing my cock into her ass.  "She
wants me to use her.  She wants to feel the control I have over her." I
motioned Amanda over to lick us both.

   "What do you feel, Babs?  What do you want to do right now?"

   Her eyes were riveted on the sight of me fucking her daughter's ass as
the black girl licked us both.  Sherry was squirming in pleasure, her pussy
creaming with every stroke.  Amanda's face was covered with it as she
slurped away.  Babs' licked her lips unconsciously.  Her hands were already
tracing patterns along her inner thighs.

   "Babs!"

   "Master!  Fuck my little girl!  And fuck me, next!  I need to feel you
in me.  I need to serve you.  Please!" She was already out of the chair and
on her knees.

   I stopped stroking, motioning for Amanda to move away.  I pulled out of
Sherry, and forced her to just sit on the lounge chair.

   "Nooooo!  Master!  Please don't stop nowwwww!"

   "Quiet." I gave her thigh a slap.  "You'll be getting plenty of
attention tonight." She shut up, and looked thoughtful at my remark.

   "Yes, Master!  I can't wait." And I bet she couldn't.

   I pulled Babs over to my cock.  "Lick me clean!  Do you taste a woman on
my cock?  Can you tell what woman it is?" Babs sucked me totally into her,
licking all along my shaft, needing to serve me, needing to taste my cum.
Needing to be dominated totally.  I started to cum then, and saw my seed
leak from around my cock as she couldn't quite keep up.  I had Sherry and
Amanda help her, and three tongues bent to the task with enthusiasm.  I
stayed hard from the stimulation, but still pushed them away.

   "Now do you understand, Babs?"

   "Yes, Master!  Thank you, Master!"

   "Okay, let's check on the others, and go into dinner."

   That first full night with Sherry was exquisite.  She was tighter than
Phuong, and with her early training in bondage, more willing than most
slaves to serve me in any way I wanted.

   The next two weeks were a blur.  Between special time for the kids, and
my business concerns, I had little time for party plans.  Luckily, I had
anticipated this to some extent, so I had time to introduce Sherry to
Phuong and fisting, and to Arlene and the boys, and still have time to
finalize arrangements for Mukidah's public punishment.

   I had caterers bring in the food, but with thirty slaves, I wouldn't
need anyone to serve it.  A special heavy-duty wooden framework went up
behind the pool area.  It would become the center of Mukidah's punishment.
I caught her looking at it, once, trying to figure it out.  But she'd had
plenty of hints.  If she couldn't figure it out now, so much the better.

   As it was to be the first official day of the summer season, and the
first time this year that all the slaves would be together, I purchased
some extra gear to cover every contingency.  Paul had the grounds looking
fantastic.  Everything was ready when the day finally arrived.





   Fifteen: Party On, Dude!

   They started arriving about 11 A.M.  The mid-day sun was intense with no
clouds available to provide any respite.  By noon, the pool was full, four
slaves hung from various ceilings, and the dogs were alternatively being
petted and sucked-off.

   Everyone but Arlene and Phuong were surprised to see Bunny' there.  They
all recognized her from her many guest roles on much of prime-time.  They
did me proud by welcoming her warmly into the harem, and by not rushing to
me for permission to have sex with her.  Everyone seemed to be having a
good time.  Only Mukidah and Paul looked worried.  And Linda.  Linda is a
local MD, getting started in general practice.  At 28, her nude body looked
tight, so did her forehead.

   "Relax," I tried to tell her, "everything will be fine." She knew of my
plans for Mukidah.

   "Then why did you want me to bring my bag?," she asked.  "And why the
suture kit, and the blood in the refrigerator?  If you're so sure, why all
the precautions?"

   Linda had served me for eight years, starting as a student at UCF before
transferring to Gainesville for her medical degree.  She looked after most
of the slaves, medically, and was particularly a pest in trying to get me
to eat better, to exercise more, and to use that #45 sunscreen instead of
#15.

   "As they say, Better safe than sorry.' I've discussed it with my expert
from Ocala, and we've made our choices carefully.  In a couple of hours
it'll all be over, and we both can relax." I reached over, and pinched one
nipple.  She just sighed, and moved closer.

   "Okay.  You're the Master.  It's just that this is further than you
usually go."

   "True, but I've had some experience with it.  In person, I've seen it
done, twice by other masters, and once, quite willingly, by a particularly
horny porn star.  But those other masters had made preparations just in
case, and they were regular practitioners.  I just figure it's better to be
ready.  After all, I was a Cub Scout once."

   We moved on to other topics, and I mingled a bit more, greeting those
slaves who had not been able to see me for some time.  We were all
surprised by the arrival of 'Katrina'.  You'd know her instantly if you saw
her.  As the star of a prime-time weekly TV series, with one Emmy under her
belt, she was now in her career where 'Bunny' hoped to be.  She had moved
to the west coast five years before, but was back filming a cable movie
while on hiatus.  She was the former slave that had called to get
permission to visit.  Since she had not been in training with another
master, she asked if I would clean her for my use, and I willingly lead her
to the enema room and my razor.

   "Master, I hope you don't mind.  The production schedule got moved up,
and we started filming last week.  But they gave us some time this weekend,
and I just had to see you before we started again on Wednesday."

   "Not at all.  You're always welcome.  How's life?  Your last e-mail
message said something about 'meeting' someone.  How's it working out?"

   "Could we talk, privately?  I need some advice."

   I glanced over at the clock.  "Sure, we've got an hour before things
start really heating up.  Just let me take care of some things."

   I went to Jean and Linda and gave them instructions to release the
slaves in bondage.  Then I motioned for attention.  "Everyone!" I called.
"Free time for an hour.  But save some strength for later, we've a big day
ahead." I gestured for 'Katrina' to precede me, as about three slaves
headed for 'Bunny' and a few others for Arlene, Sherry and Amanda. 
Everyone else just seemed to party on as Katrina' and I went into my den.

   I motioned to the sofa, and for a moment we just sat there in silence.
"Come on then.  What's bothering you?"

   "I decided to break it off.  I was attracted to him because...  well,
because he was like you in many ways.  I'd not been in a D/s relationship
since I moved west.  And while he wasn't a 'master', he was always very
much in control.  And I like that."

   "So what went wrong.'

   "He's gotten overly possessive.  Very jealous, very intense.  And last
week, he hit me.  In all the years I've know you, you never hit anyone like
that.  You disciplined us as part of our training, sure, even punished us
when we violated our promises to you." Her hand involuntarily rubbed her
butt where she had felt the switch once.  "But even in anger, you always
maintained a sense of honor.  We were punished, or shown pleasure, but
never beaten for no reason.  He had no reason to hit me.  It opened my
eyes."

   "Have you told him?"

   "Yes, and that's what scares me.  I think he followed me here, to
Florida.  I thought I saw him near our location site the other day."

   "Did he follow you here to the house, today?"

   "No, you're isolated enough.  The road might be busy, but no one
followed me here.  But I think he's here, and might cause some trouble. 
That's why I came.  I needed to see you.  I need to feel your hand again.
Your control.  But I also think I might need some protection."

   "Do you have a picture of him?"

   "Not with me, back in L.A., but not here."

   "Can anyone out there get into your house and get one?"

   "My agent, Carol, sure"

   I walked over to the desk, and got on the phone.  "What's her number?"
Kat told me, and I handed her the phone.  Luckily, with the time change,
her agent was still at home.  Kat explained what she needed but before
hanging up she handed me the phone.  "Carol, I'm a friend of Kat's.  How
long would it take you to get to Kat's house?" I glanced at a clock as my
fingers worked the keyboard.  "Okay, but I don't want you going there
alone. Within the hour a representative of the ------------ Company will be
there.  She'll have photo id.  She'll drive you over to Kat's.  Give her
the photos.  She'll return them to you tomorrow. .......  No, I don't think
there'll be any problems, but in security work you don't take any chances.
Okay, sure.  Here's Kat."

   They talked for a minute, Kat trying to reassure Carol, going into a bit
more detail, but letting her know that things were under control.  She hung
up soon.  "I've got her worried, but reassured.  After all, Louis may not
be anywhere near here."

   I hoped she was right.  But I'd had personal experience with one nut a
few years back, and I didn't want to take any chances.  I got on the phone
again to California, reaching the L.A.  office, and the weekend staff.  A
good portion of our L.A.  work involved 'celebrity' protection.  I
explained the situation, gave the information, and knew that the photos
would be picked up, scanned, and transmitted to my computer within hours.
"And be careful going over to her house.  I don't want any surprises.  No,
just call it a feeling.' Sure, as many as you want.  Let me know at this
number.  I'll be unavailable in twenty minutes, for about two hours, but
you shouldn't know...  right.  Talk to you then."

   I turned back to Kat.  "Okay, things are in motion.  But don't leave
here until I make a few more calls, later."

   "No problem.  I feel safer already."

   "From Louis, sure.  But wait until I get my hands on you!"

   "Of course, Master.  I look forward to it."

   I just held her for a moment.  "So do I," as I goosed her for good
measure.

   No one seemed to notice as we walked back out to the pool area.  Several
groups were engaged in sex play as I motioned Kat to the bar.  I went over
to some of the observers.  I pulled Debbie out of one group watching Bunny
taking on both Tiny and Bobo and took her over to a quite corner.  To look
at her slim build and butch haircut, and especially after you hear her
harsh Bronx accent, you'd think she was a born dyke.  In reality she was a
very gentle lover who had not wanted sex with women until I introduced her
to it as part of her training.  She was also another employee of mine.  An
ex-cop I'd hired away into the local office of my security company.  At 28,
she was one of my better operatives, and though she didn't know it, in line
for promotion.

   I explained some of Kat's situation to her.  She was silent, storing it
all away while she started processing it.  We discussed some options and
plans for later, but I glanced over at the clock, and decided today's
demonstration needed to be started.  I had everyone end their sex play, and
soon thirty-one pairs of eyes were watching me intently.



   Sixteen: Punishment or Pleasure?

   "Many of you know of my recent displeasure with Mukidah." Eyes moved to
seek her, but heads stayed turned in my direction.  "I have long warned you
all that I expect obedience.  You expect that, and understand it as part of
your servitude.  But for those of you who don't understand it yet, I also
expect you to keep your words.  And to keep mine.  If I give you a position
of trust, I expect that you will not abuse that trust.  Mukidah has.  She
received eleven strokes with the willow cane...." Many eyes widened then.
Especially anyone who had ever felt the cane before.  "...  but I feel that
she deserves additional punishment.  She has accepted my judgement.  Today,
you will all witness this show of obedience.  She does not know what I have
in mind, but it is time for her to find out." I had all the slaves kneel to
watch the rest.

   I nodded to two slaves, Darla and Matt.  Both body builders, they took
hold of Mukidah, and walked her over to the wooden framing.  The top of the
frame was about three feet wide, and six feet tall.  Removing a cloth
revealed a special harness, as well as the largest of the dildos.  My two
strong slaves lifted Mukidah up, and placed her into the harness, face up,
as I fastened her into it.

   She hung there, swinging slightly, legs splayed open and fastened just
under the top of the framing.  I lubed the false phallus and positioned it
at her pussy.  Pushing slightly, she started to take it into her body. 
When I was done, almost one foot of it was buried in her, while the other
two feet of plastic waved in the breeze.  The exposed end of the dildo just
pushed past the end of the framing.

   "Do you want a gag?," I asked her, "the next part should be more
difficult."

   "No, Master.  I can keep quiet."

   "Very well, let me know if you change your mind."

   I then motioned to Arlene.  The pool complex is surrounded by eight foot
privacy fencing.  Behind that is additional fencing that holds the kennel
and some out buildings.  This ensures total privacy.  From the pool to the
fence is about twenty feet of lawn.  It was on this that the framing stood.
Arlene walked over to a gate in the fence, opened it, and motioned to the
people standing there.  Gasps came from the others as they saw what was
coming.  I motioned for quiet.

   A nude woman, about thirty, and quite good looking, walked through the
gate, holding a long leather leash.  At the end of that leash was a six
foot tall black stallion.  The woman, with firm control of the reins led
the horse over to the wooden frame.  Behind the horse, a nude man, also
about thirty and good looking, lead another stallion, smaller, but not
much. The second horse was grey, with a white blaze.

   Mukidah looked a little grey herself.  Her eyes followed the procession
as the couple approached us.  Arlene closed the gate, and stood behind the
framing, watching.

   "This is Julia and Mason.  They have a stud farm in Ocala.  And these
are Bart's Thunder and July's Son, two of the studs standing on their farm.
They are well behaved, and well trained studs.  And quite horny as the
current season is just over, and they've not covered a mare for three to
four weeks.

   "Julia and Mason are not my slaves.  But they do work for another
master, who has lent them to me for today's activities.  Mukidah will have
a choice, but one of these two will soon be buried deep in her pussy. 
Mukidah...  your decision.  Which shall it be, Thunder or Son?"

   She looked at the two animals, and at me.  She knew she would have to go
through with this, but was not sure of many things.  She tried to guess
their cock size, but sheathed, it was impossible to tell.  "The grey,
Master."

   Mason nodded, and led July's Son over toward the harnessed slave.  "Good
choice.  Son's better hung than Thunder, for all he's a hand shorter."
Mukidah looked more alarmed, but I'd instructed the two handlers that no
matter which horse she selected, they were to make some comment about him
being the better hung horse.

   Mason reached for a bag of supplies to one side of the frame.  "It's
very important that you follow my instructions, to the letter.  Julia has
fucked both animals before.  She was unhurt, albeit a bit stretched.  We
will prepare you to take him, but by following our orders, you will not be
harmed."

   First Mason took a large, rubber sheath and lubricated it, both inside
and out.  He then removed the dildo from Mukidah's pussy, and pushed the
sheath into the woman, using the dildo to make sure it was well seated. 
"Son's seed is quite valuable.  This sheath will catch it, so that we can
use it for artificial insemination." He nodded to Julia, who handed the her
reins to Arlene, and walked up the grey, bringing him closer to where
Mukidah's head was.  She got down on her knees, half under the horse, and
started to stroke his sheath.  His cock started to extend from it.

   If you've never seen a horses cock in life, it is of course, quite
large. There is no way that either woman could have taken it into their
mouths.  But Julia started to lick and suck the head anyway, while Son's
head turned, as if to watch.  When he was long enough, Julia pushed his
cock over into Mukidah's face, urging her to taste it for herself.  Mukidah
looked back at me, but quickly bent to the task at hand and started to lick
and suck for herself.  Mason started talking again.

   "We've kept some rags soaked with the scent of a mare in season.  This
should totally arouse Son.  Thunder may catch the scent, but Arlene is
holding him far enough back, and he is well trained enough, that he should
not interfere.  Once Son is totally aroused, he will be quick to mount the
frame.  He has been trained to this.  The actual coupling will probably
last only a few minutes.  But he will be putting over a half-ton of muscle
into each thrust.  This harness will absorb some of the shock.  Just let it
swing.  And try not to scream.  It upsets the horses."

   Mukidah looked less than thrilled at the idea, but that was the whole
thrust of her punishment.  A few slaves seemed to agree with her, but a
couple of the other slaves looked interested at the idea of fucking either
animal.  In either case, all eyes were riveted on the scene before them.

   Julia led Son over the few steps to the back of the framing.  Mason
opened a ziplock back he removed from a small cooler.  Son seemed to wake
up then.  Mason waved it under the horse's nose, and within seconds the
stallion had reached his full length.  He was longer than the dildo that
Mukidah had used for training, but seemed to be the same size around.  Of
course, a fleshy cock will fit differently than a rigid dildo.  Mukidah
seemed to tense up, waiting for the inevitable.  Son reared then, his
forelegs coming to rest on either side of the framing, just as if it was a
stationary mare's back.  His huge cock swayed back and forth in the
afternoon sun, searching for the opening he knew to be there.  Mason
reached over, quickly removing the dildo, and guided the stud into the
rubber sheath as Julia knelt next to Mukidah and whispered instructions and
encouragement.

   The horse rammed into the sheath.  His cock, pushed by that half-ton of
muscles, traveled the entire length of the tube in a split second.  Mukidah
cried out as Son pushed past her cunt lips.  However, since the dildo had
just been removed, she could take his size without excessive pain.  She
swung backward in the harness, as Julia clamped her hand over the black
woman's mouth.  Julia again told Mukidah something as Son continued to hump
the artificial mare.  Mukidah calmed as she became aware that she could
take the horse into her.  Her practice with the dildo had allowed her to
stretch enough to move with the horse.  Julia held her for the next thrusts
and Mukidah arched backwards as she took the more of the force of the
pounding.  Her black breasts pushed upward, her nipples were rock hard as
her body started reacting with pleasure, not pain.

   I knew her mind was going to be her worst enemy.  Her fear was quite
real, her danger less so.  Now her body was sending her different messages.
With Julia licking her nipples, moving with the harness, and her pussy
starting to respond to the thrusts of the stallion, she began to move with
the horse, not away.  Her body reacted instinctively, opening to accept the
intrusion, moving with the thrusts, wanting to feel pleasure, not pain. 
Now her moans took on a more sensual sound.  She tried to quicken her own
movements, but was prevented by the harness.  She was required to take what
the horse could give her.  And he was moving quickly now, each thrust fully
into the sheath, the last foot fully into my slave.  Mukidah's breath
quickened as well.  She started to cum then, her clit overloading with
sensations, forcing the woman's nervous system into the only possible
response.

   "YES!!!!!.  Oh God.  Fuck MEEEEEEE!" Her calls muffled some by Julia's
hand, but still audible.  The only other noise was the creaking of the
frame and the snorting of the grey monster mounting it.  "More, Master. 
Give me more!!!!  Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

   But July's Son was finished now.  Some of his seed spilled from the
sheath as he dismounted.  Mason reached to remove the rubber bag even as he
controlled the large horse.  I watched the rest of the slaves, all their
eyes were focused, not on Mukidah, but on the now shrinking cock.  I turned
to look at Mukidah.  Sweat poured from her body.  I motioned to Linda, and
the doctor came up to kneel at the black woman's side.  Julia was checking
too, and conferred with the M.D.  Mukidah could be seen to shake her head,
her body limp in the harness.

   "She's okay, Master.  Bruised, but not torn.  I don't see signs of
internal damage, although she should be kept quiet and under observation"

   I nodded, and got Matt and Darla to release her from the harness.  They
carried her over to one of the lounge chairs, and lay her there, drained.

   I addressed the others.  "I now consider this matter closed.  Looking at
your faces I see horror and fear.  And I see lust." All of the men, from
the newest male, Jim, to the youngest, Tom, to the most afraid, Paul, all
of them were sporting erections.  Most of the women had hardened nipples
and flushed faces.  "You should be horrified, and afraid.  But none of you
will ever be an unwilling subject in such a demonstration if you obey me.
For now, think on what you have seen.  If you cannot remain in my service
after today, I will release you.  And once they have the animals settled,
Mason and Julia are to receive the hospitality of my home.  They may ask
any sexual favor, from any of you, and you shall give it to them.  I exempt
only Mukidah from this.  In fact, I exempt Mukidah from any sexual activity
until she and Linda feel that she is ready to accept it."

   I turned toward Mukidah now.  She was recovered and sitting up, if
carefully.  She stood, her legs still slightly bowed.  The black woman
knelt then, putting her face on the decking next to my feet.

   "Master.  I'm sorry I wronged you.  Please accept my apology, and my
thanks for your discipline.  Please allow me to continue to serve you. 
Please let me continue as your slave.  Please don't dismiss me.  Cane me
again, let the second horse fuck me again, but please let me stay!"

   I helped her to her feet.  "We shall discuss this, in private, tomorrow.
Until then, slave, you will be tended to by your sister in servitude, and
by your husband.  You have suffered my firm hand.  Now feel my soothing
touch.  Nothing more will be said about this until tomorrow."

   The young woman nodded her understanding.  "Yes, Master!"

   I motioned to Linda and Paul.  "You can stay here, or go upstairs, your
choice."

   "I'll stay Master.  I'm sore, but not bad.  The caning hurt worse."

   I only waved them away, and returned to my den, alone, to await the call
from L.A.

   END PART ONE
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There will be more to come.  Katrina's reintroduction to my service. Her
problems with the stalker.  Visits from some of her co-stars and crew. The
continued sexual education of Sherry.  Intro's to some of the other slaves
you have not met yet.  And anything else I can come up with.  Since some of
these words (like Kat's stalker) were totally unplanned, having written
themselves for some unknown reason, I can't say where things will end up.
Your imput is welcome.  We'll all find out soon.  - Toetagger
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