Danny looked angry when Mrs Watson got into the car. He'd sent his slave to a friend's house, where she had to relieve the guy's sexual frustration. His slave went under orders, and he'd delivered her there, so it was unfair of him to be aggressive with her.
'Don't tell me anything, slave,' he harshly spoke. 'Just say don't say anything.'
They were quiet on the drive home. He didn't like giving in to his friend's blackmail, and liked it far less lending out his slave. He hadn't realised how attached he was to the woman.
She'd been a teacher in high school, when he unexpectedly came across her on the internet. The teacher was exploring the need for a master. He entrapped her, and showed her the video evidence. The woman quickly capitulated to him, giving in to his demands, until she became his slave.
He used blackmail to control her, but that didn't make it alright for his friend to blackmail him.
He strode into the lounge with his teacher obediently trotting behind. He plonked himself down in an easy chair. She squatted at his feet.
Knowing how angry he was, meant she was in danger of a harsh punishment. In school a student could no longer be caned, but here, this boy could cane his teacher.
With nowhere to go there didn't seem to be any escape from him. He paid-up the lease on her apartment, and put her belongings into storage. Her life savings were transferred to him, when he closed her accounts. An email was sent to the school with her resignation. So she was tightly tied to him, more so than if he bound and gagged her.
He promised to look after her, but that was in question after what happened this afternoon. It reminded her he was an inexperienced boy, and therefore it was dangerous being so dependent upon him.
'Do you understand your place now, slave?' he harshly asked.
'Yes, master. This slave must obey all orders, master,' she sniffed, trying not to cry. 'My place is at my master's feet, master,' she humbly spoke.
She'd almost slipped up by saying, 'even if I didn't like the order,'. As an obedient slave, orders were simply orders. They were not to be debated, liked, or disliked.
'All orders are to be followed without question, master,' she added trying to cover all angles.
He glanced at her, wondering if she was being sarcastic. Her head was down, in a submissive pose, so he couldn't see her face.
'Would you rather be sent back to Jillian?' he asked.
'No, master. Your slave needs her master,' she honestly said.
'Jillian could finish training you as her pet-girl. You seemed cosy enough as that girl's companion. As a puppy, you could spend the rest of your life curled up in front of the fire. Being taken out for walks on a leash, and fed from a dog's bowl, it would be an easy life. Nothing to worry about ever again. You'd be satisfied with a dildo, and licks to your mistresses pussy, to keep you both happy. I'm sure you would forget all about being a teacher, and settle into being a simple pet-girl,' Danny harshly said.
Mrs Watson had thought being his slave better than being a pet-girl, until now. Jillian wasn't just demanding obedience, she was punishing her teacher. The student was especially cruel, by aiming to break her completely. The pitiless girl aimed to make her teacher a mindless pet.
Mrs Watson had been so pleased to escape back home with her master, and now this. Being sent to suck his friend's cock was terrible! Her head was down, hiding the tears. When she started that fateful journey on the internet, none of this was anticipated.
How on earth had she, at thirty-eight, ended up being an eighteen-year-olds sex-slave? She was a mature adult, with experience of life, yet it happened. There hadn't been anything in her experience to guard against the chain of terrible events. Mastered sexually, dominated emotionally, blackmailed, slave trained, brainwashed, and her natural submissiveness taken advantage of. It all happened so quickly, she hadn't time to realise what was happening.
All that and more hit her hard, leaving her an emotional mess. Her self-worth as a person had been stripped away. It was no wonder she simply gave in to what he wanted.
'Get on with your duties, slave. Don't forget to practice your slave positions. One more thing. What did he do to you? NO! I don't want to know,' he quickly said. 'I'm in a mood to punish you for something, bitch, so be careful. Just go and do something useful, slave,' he warned.
For the rest of the day she kept out of his way. He gruffly told her to put food down on his desk, with just a grunt. In a way it was gratifying to know he was so upset over what she did.
For awhile she stood at the front door, gazing into another world. In the free world people out there didn't realise there were slaves. It was tempting to go out there and tell them the truth. Would they believe her? Women were brought in to the country to work as prostitutes, and every year thousands of women went missing, never to be seen again. Some of them must end up as slaves, owned by rich men.
Whoever she told would wonder why she hadn't just walked out the front door. It was open, inviting. They wouldn't understand she had nowhere to go, no way to live out there. Yes, it was true, some part of her enjoyed being a slave. Maybe that was due to the training, and indoctrination, or maybe because she no longer had responsibility for anything. That was a form of freedom, wasn't it?
It was humiliating to know she could be leant to any of his friends as a sex toy. She could find herself being used in perverted ways, by whoever he gave her to. The training left her so submissive and obedient, she couldn't avoid doing whatever they wanted.
Despite being in such a dangerous situation, the thought stoked her up.
***
A week slowly went by with her master continuing to be distant and offhand. Getting on with household chores and practising slave positions, kept her busy. There were the occasional criticisms, but no punishments. Mrs Watson missed the spanking, though not as much as the sex.
The only time she got to touch him, was massaging his feet. Kneeling in front of him, she removed his shoes and socks, then used oil to soften his feet. They ached from the jogging he did to keep fit. It had become a privilege to ease his aches and pains. She just wished he would ease the ache between her legs.
It was surprising how frustrated she felt in only one week. After having sex at least twice a day, and often experiencing multiple orgasms, it was no wonder she was feeling the itch. During the last few months, since being mastered, she'd had more sex than during her whole life.
In the kitchen preparing lunch, she slowly ground to a halt dreaming a fantasy. In her imagination her master was taking her over the kitchen table. He had bent her over the table a few times, and sometimes without warning. He would just force himself upon her, as though she were a simple kitchen serving girl. Though forced was an exaggeration, for she was always available for a good seeing to.
'What are you doing?' Danny asked.
Her hand whipped away from her sex.
'Nothing, master,' she said, sounding guilty as hell.
'That hole between your legs is mine, slave. I own all of you, including your obedience. No playing with your cunt, unless receiving permission, understood, slave,' he heavily lectured.
