After having his heart trampled upon by his hussy of an ex-girlfriend, Jay decided that he could no longer afford to be hurt. In the few weeks that had passed since breaking up with her he was becoming depressed, isolated and lonesome. He was once a man of such confidence and esteem and now he has become angry with a deep desire for companionship.
The man wanted to fall in love again. Although he decided to try out a new method...
Jay had been informed by some of his bro's that the 'slave warehouse' was having a sale. Having seen and been pleased by slave's that his friends had purchased his decision had been made. He swallowed his shame and his doubts, got in his car and drove to the location with the aim of purchasing a woman at a discounted price.
He did not really know what he was expecting when he arrived at the 'slave warehouse', but, he was pleasantly surprised by the surroundings of the building he entered. The name and the visual did not go hand in hand. An old manor house with vast gardens, many bedrooms and a pool. The women that were being trained and sold here were exposed to every privilege and comfort, this would assist their submission. Allowing them to become the most effective and valuable slaves for their future masters, whether they be male or female. This facility specialised in statuesque young women that were all gorgeous and in their sexual prime. When Jay arrived he was greeted by a trader named Big Peep (BP) who presented him with a glass of wine as he perused some toys and accessories for his new purchase.
After picking up, putting down - examining, some of the adornments and trinkets, he was taken into a large anti room. The girls were neatly lined up, all dressed in the finest lingerie to bring out their sexiness. Makeup was done to the highest standard, hair looked meticulous and each had faultless figures. Without bruises, scratches or cuts - they were the result of deep respect and admiration. Despite their status as slaves, they were well cared for and ready to serve (as they had been with the level of attention that went into their care) with a reverence for what it is they were doing. On a deeper level they were aware that they didn't need money or self determination when they could reciprocate the love they received from their owners. Each slave girl looked happy and proud to be waiting so they can be owned and accepted by a master. Perky breasts aloft, legs spread and breathing quietly.
Another buyer passed Jay with a young woman on his arm. He was going to purchase her and own her. Watching the newly acquired slave girl with her master sent a bubble of excitement through his spine, his anxiety transmuted into excitement. Led into the large room Big Peep began to introduce Jay to his stock.