Over the next couple of months I learned my sex slave duties the hard way, through reprimands, discipline and punishment.
The hardest thing I had to learn was keeping the chains on my wrists and ankles. It is hard to walk around with manacles on your ankles. It's even harder if you also have your wrists bound together with a chain and cuffs, even if the chain is a lengthy one.
I didn't have any trouble when Benjamin chained me up when he visited me while I was living with Sal. First of all, it was only a chain around my waist for a few hours or a couple of days that he had me chained up. Secondly, I didn't have to do any housework while wearing chains. Well, he did have me wash the dishes several times with the chain around my waist. But that was nothing compared to also having my wrists and ankles chained up while doing general house work.
It was easier to do my work without my chains. Since both the ankle and wrist cuffs could be released with just the push of a button, I sometimes removed them while doing my domestic duties. Then once I was finished I would put them back on. For example, I frequently removed the chains on my wrists and ankles when cleaning up after breakfast or lunch but I usually removed only the leg manacles when I vacuumed or mopped.
Most of the time I got away with it as Benjamin was in his office doing his accounting work. But on those occasions when he caught me . . . well my ass felt it. I think what eventually convinced me not to remove them was when Benjamin made me sleep alone in the dungeon, after beating my ass for the umpteenth time.
The first time he caught me he merely frowned and reprimanded me. The next several times he spanked me, at first with his hand, then with a paddle and finally with his belt or a cane. Also, each time he caught me, the beatings got more severe, both in the number of times he hit my ass and the ferocity of the smacks.
The last few times he caught me without the chains on my ankles or wrists, he dragged me to the dungeon and hung me by wrists from the chain in the ceiling -- hanging from it is a pair of leather cuffs attached to a long chain that is run through an O ring through which the ceiling chain is also run. He then beat me until I was crying uncontrollably.
The very last time he caught me he beat me with his belt and then lowered the chain, allowing me to sit on the floor -- it is doubled over on itself, making it adjustable. But he ordered me to remain in the dungeon, hooked up to the ceiling chain. He returned a couple of hours later, took the slack out of the chain -- forcing me to stand on my toes again -- and beat me again. He kept me chained up all day and beat me several times during the day.
That night he made me sleep in the dungeon by myself. He didn't beat me any more but after three days of sleeping alone, I begged him to let me sleep with him in the master bedroom.
Now if I have to remove the chains from either my ankles or my wrists I get permission from my Master first. He almost always says yes.
The second lesson that I had to learn was to always refer to Benjamin as Master and all other men as Sir. But he never punished me for not calling him Master. Whenever I called him Sir he would just remind me that I was his sex slave and he my Master.
Funny, it took me only about a month to learn to always refer to him as Master, whereas it took me almost three months to learn not to remove my chains. You would think that I would have first learned not to remove the chains as that involved punishing me with more than just a reprimand.
His brother Troy and his brother's wife Vanessa came over almost every Saturday night. On those nights Benjamin would usually take Vanessa to our bedroom and Troy would have me in the guest bedroom. But sometimes the four of us would have a sex orgy in the dungeon or in the living room.
Whenever we were in the dungeon the two men would beat and sexually torture us women. Once they were finished abusing us then they would fuck us. After that they would make us eat each other's vaginas. I love sucking Vanessa's cum filled pussy.
Vanessa had an art class she attended on Tuesday evenings. So sometimes on a Tuesday Troy would come over and he and Benjamin would take turns screwing me until I was a used up ragdoll. At other times one of them would fuck me in the mouth while the other one fucked my vagina. Then they would swap places. But no matter how they fucked me, I thoroughly enjoyed Tuesday evenings with Troy and Benjamin using me as their personal fuck toy.
A little over four months after I moved in with Benjamin, we joined the sex club to which Troy and Vanessa belonged. The other members would not let Benjamin join earlier because he did not have a sex slave to offer to the other members.
The club's outward appearance is that it's a social club -- its name is the Social Exchange Club. But the members privately call it the Sex Club. One becomes a member only through invitation from a female member, although male members may recommend someone to receive an invitation. That's because it is actually the women who make all the rules and make all the final decisions. Also, every two years women are chosen to fill the office of president, vice-president, secretary and treasurer. A man is chosen to be the sergeant of arms.
The club has two main goals. First, it is a civic and social club that helps out those in need. If a disaster strikes, if someone's house burns down, if a child needs a special operation, if someone is in need of something then the members -- both male and female -- will help them out. Although both male and female members discuss what project the club will help out, it is the women who make the final decision.
Usually an issue is brought before the members. Anyone can do this. Next several male and female members are chosen to look into the particulars of the project. The following month the women will decide what the club will do -- whether to continue to look into it or to act upon it.
However, if it is an emergency or something that cannot wait then everyone will collectively make a decision upon what to do.
To help pay for these projects and goals the members have car washes, solicit money from businesses, go to local shopping centers with cans and ask for donations from shoppers. They have even held bake sales in front of churches on Sunday morning -- anything non-profit organizations normally do to help raise money for the needy.
But the main purpose of the club -- a secret purpose -- is for sex. All the women are the sex slaves of all the male members. No female member can say no to the sexual desires of any male member. But here again, the women made the rules.
Of course there are a few restrictions like no sex with shit, pee, animals, children, the mentally handicapped, cadavers and other such similar perversions. Further, everyone has to practice safe sex. But other than that, the only limitations are what each individual woman sets during the sex scenes. Most of these limitations are negotiated among those who are participating in the scene.
The club officially meets the first Friday of every month -- the members meet privately during the month for sex. Master Clifford, one of the members, has a seven bedroom house with a large den and living room so there is plenty of space for sex. He also has a three car garage that he uses as a meeting hall and sex orgy room, although sometimes they meet in the one of the meeting rooms of the local library.
First they discuss any civic or community problems that may have arisen since the last meeting. These discussions can last anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour and a half. If no decision is made on a particular project after ninety minutes then the project is set aside for further investigation by selected members. They in turn will report back their findings at the next meeting.
After the civic discussions are over, if the club is meeting in the library, then the meeting is adjourned and everyone reconvenes in Master Clifford's house. Once everyone is there, a few of women are then chosen to be the sex slaves of the night. These women are then stripped naked and literally auctioned off to the highest bidder. The proceeds are added to the treasury to help pay for whatever projects the club has decided upon.
Usually two or three women are chosen to be auctioned off. Then all the male members will write an amount of money on a slip of paper along with the name of the woman he wants for a sex slave. Those men who make the highest bids get to own those women for the rest of the weekend. Everyone who makes a bid must donate that amount of money to the club to help pay for whatever civic or community projects that are on the agenda.
