At 28 years old, Abby (short for Abbigail) was happy. At 30 years old, Jason was happy too.
Abby, was a loving wife of 5 years, having known Jason for nearly 8 years. They were totally in love from the first moment they saw each other.
Not just a normal Husband & Wife, they were Master and Slave. They were made for each other.
Abby was a looker, no doubt about that. 5ft 3 tall, slim body she had worked hard to keep in shape, nice blonde hair just past shoulder length and light blue eyes. A cute round butt, 34C breasts the defied gravity and a silky smooth hairless body below her neck.
Life was good...too good it seems...
Chapter One - 8 months into the nightmare.
Standing in the middle of the room, her mind strayed. She thought about her life a lot these days, since it had changed dramatically since that fateful day. Yes, the day she lost her world.
Jason had died of a blood clot in the brain. She remembered how he was perfect one moment, then watched as he was talking to her normally, his speech, his voice changed till she couldn't understand what he was saying.
Watching stunned he went from struggling to speak to convulsing and ending on the floor shaking slightly before becoming still all in the matter of a minute.
It had all happened before she could even comprehend it. She rang for an ambulance but once they got there, they called it...she had never left his side while waiting for the ambulance, tears streaming her face, fearing being left alone.
The following day it was confirmed from the hospital that he had died from a blood clot in his brain, she couldn't believe it.
She had not only last her husband and her best friend, she lost her Master, her world...
She had always had submissive tendencies while growing up, but when she had met him, he brought out the real her. The submissive girl who loved to give up control, who loved having someone else control and tell her what to do. She relied on him to help her every day, she felt so much better knowing her life was under control, so much control. She obeyed everything he ordered; he trained her in so many ways, the submissive dream.
"Back to it, slut!" shouted a woman which startled her out of her day dream. Yes, back to her current daily life, far from what it used to be. When Abby didn't move quickly enough after being told, she felt her ass burn for a second, she realized her bare ass had just received the lash of her Mistress's whip. It didn't hurt as much as usually, "she must be tired" Abby thought as she replied "yes Mistress" quietly and returned to her work...as the house maid.
She was currently dressed in a very skimpy black and white maid's outfit, it had a deep neckline which not only showed her 34C breasts but made it hard to keep them in the outfit as she was not allowed to wear a bra.
The skirt part of it was barely long enough to cover her ass so it was always on display. She always wore underwear...well most people wouldn't really call it underwear; they would call it a Chastity Belt. The addition of the belt was Thigh Bands which meant spreading her legs was impossible as the short chain between them made wearing pants or shorts impossible, it was dresses and skirts or nothing at all.
Her legs covered in thigh high black sheer stockings finished just below her Thigh Bands while wearing a pair of high heel ankle shoes.
She resumed her chores as normal, using the duster and cloths she had to continue to clean the house she was in. Thankfully mistress soon left her to her chores which meant she didn't have to worry about any more assaults on her ass, not right now anyway.
While Most of the outfit she could live with since she had been trained as a maid in full before this nightmare started, there were definite differences in her life now and when she was married to Jason.
The Chastity Belt for one was permanent. The locks on her Chastity Belt & Thigh Bands were keyless, no keyholes and made of surgical steel silver. The position and way they were locked also meant using bolt cutters was impossible.
She loved sex. She used do anything for it, to cum. Now her sex had been sealed away from her forever. Hating it for it was metal as well; it was all high polished steel silver, a contrast to her Pale White skin. Not being able to spread her legs further than a small walking stride was slowly irritating her more and more, but she couldn't do anything about it.
The same type steel silver metal cuffs on her wrists, with matching ones on her ankles (which she had to squeeze her stockings under every time) to be matched with a 2.5 Inch Silver Collar locked around her neck. All were permanently locked too, having internal locks so from the moment they were closed around her, they were irremovable.
She cried a lot she found out it was all permanent.
While the thought of being permanently collared and cuffed as a slave did appeal to her greatly with her husband Jason, with the current people she was enslaved too, it was horrible.
Her blond hair pulled into a high ponytail which the head piece for her uniform sat in front on her head, she busied herself cleaning. She didn't want to take too long otherwise they would punish her for failing to finish in time for dinner.
For one thing, she was glad for the chastity belt. She had used one before, and had always dreamed of being made permanently locked away, she never intended for it to become reality, with her husband maybe but not these people. On the positive side, her Master could not rape her pussy, something she was happy about. Sadly, her Ass and her mouth were not spared that treatment.
Her mouth and ass were used a lot, by the Master and Mistress of the house, but also many other people as they saw fit.
They teased and degraded her at every chance.
She had barbell piercings in both her nipples a long time ago, but they replaced those quickly with thick Silver Rings about 2 inches around when she first arrived. They teased and tortured her nipples constantly, but she had learned to ignore them as sexual release was gone for her.
They even at times put her in a Chastity Bra. A Metal bra designed to make sure her breasts were inaccessible at all times. She hated it.
She felt her whole body was locked away from her by people she hated, but luckily they said they would never permanently keep her breasts locked away, they had plans for those one day. That comment made her scared but so far, nothing had happened in the 8 months she had been here.
She moved over and started on cleaning the huge windows in the room. She stopped briefly as she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She couldn't remember the last time she had smiled. From her eyes which pleaded for help to the Nose ring hanging on her lower lip, shining silver, giant like her nipple rings to her slightly parted lips to see a glimmer of silver shinning out from there. Opening her mouth for a minute shows her tongue pierced with a large silver Barbell.
She still hadn't got used to it nor could she talk properly, it was oversized, especially the balls on the end of the barbells, designed for tongue pleasure from her when she was used.
Staring at herself in the window reflection, she slowly started cleaning it while thinking about how she ended up here in this horrible place.
ABOUT 8 MONTHS AGO...
She had just lost her husband; she was lost in her own world. They had the funeral, all friends and family, kinky or otherwise offered help and trying to be the strong girl she was, she turned them all down trying to be strong, but she knew she wasn't. Abby cried herself to sleep each night on their bed.
She would be wearing her slave collar and cuffs, hoping for some semblance of peace or feeling of content, but it never came. She had no one to tell her what to do. A couple of days passed in the same numbness for her.
She woke up with a shock, slowly separating her face with the pillow which used to be Jason's, finding herself walking to the door and opening it, realizing she must have heard it knock.
Opening the door, she realized she was still naked sans her collar and cuffs and she looked a wreck, and thankfully it wasn't her parents or younger sister that stood outside but Brianna & David, a Dominating Husband and Wife Team.
She let them in as she would have anyway, being the slave of the house, she didn't bother to cover up, they had seen her naked many times before.
She closed the door and followed them into the living room and sat down in a chair as they sat down on the couch. They were concerned just as everyone else about how she would cope, as being a dominate couple, Abby and Jason knew them well.
They had also tried to get Abby to Sub for them on many occasions, happily being shielded by them from her Master as it was well known they were not light players, not that compassionate to their slaves they have used. She and her husband talked many times of how she never wanted to be a sub to them ever. One of her only limits she asked of her Master.
Having Buried her husband only a couple of days ago, she was to stressed and totally oblivious to their sinister plans for her.
Small talk progressed between them all before she rose to go get some clothes on. Abby was just about out of the room before "where are you going? Come back here" was spoken to her in a demanding tone.
Having been without a Master for days now, she automatically obeyed and came back, and stood in front of them.
When she got there, she was going to stand her ground but one look at both of them she knew the drill and automatically obeyed and sank to her knees in front of them with her legs spread and hands behind her back. She felt defenseless without Jason to protect her from them
Strangely, she was enjoying the feeling, while she wasn't happy, she wasn't thinking about who she was submitting too. Her eyes down cast as she had been taught, both Brianna and David got up and started running their hands all over her, almost as if inspecting her.
