Wealth Divide 2 New Beginnings

A follow on from Hell of a day. As always, productive feedback welcome and if you're interested in being an editor, lmk.

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"I don't really have anything at my place." I quietly say to the woman as we walk, embarrassed at the truth of it.

"You sure, you won't get another opportunity to go there again as it will be cleared and let again within a few weeks." The woman replied, and I was grateful she didn't highlight how embarrassing my statement was.

"I will not miss that place, or anything in it." I say more confidently.

"Well then, let's go home." She smiled at me. We crossed the road and took the next turning, the pair behind us deep in conversation. From what I could hear, they were catching up on all that had happened to them since they had last met. As they were still deep in conversation ten minutes later when we go to a big gate, they had clearly been apart for a while.

"This is your place?" Clare asked me in shock.

"No, I told ... Mistress there was no point." I said, pausing as I reminded myself I still didn't know her name. Clare nodded in understanding as the gate in front of us swung open. Looking through the gates, you couldn't see anything of interest. Either side of the drive were tall thick hedges and the same about 50 meters in front. Behind the hedges in front of us as we walked in were a couple of huge oak trees.

"As you can probably tell, I like some privacy. My dad bought me this place when I was ten and I've spent the last eleven years turning it into my dream estate." The woman told us, obviously proud of her achievement. Without being able to see anything particularly impressive, my mind focused on the other thing she said. She was only 21.

The whole world had followed the American approach with 21 being the transition to adulthood. So this woman was only just an adult. Backtracking slightly, the exception to the adult is slaves. As it was deemed slaves don't need to have as developed brains to carry out their tasks, they are adults from 18, which is also the youngest a slave can be. Really, it was just an excuse to not keep track of slave's information. You didn't need to know anything about a slave, they were all the same.

As we got to the hedge in front, we could see the drive actually split in two going around the circle of hedge in the middle. As we took the right path, the estate opened out in front of us. The main building was sandstone and three stories but each story looked about twice as tall as a normal floor. There were towers and giant windows across the front and a more normal height two story part about as long as the main house on the far side of it to us.

On out of the building was what looked like a walled garden. The total building though must have been 200 meters long. The woman let us just stand there for a few moments as we took this view in. In my head I knew there was a wealth divide, but this was something else. This woman had never worked and was only 21 yet she owned this. And had owned it for more than ten years.

The woman eventually got bored and started walking towards the steps up to the house. I hadn't even noticed there were several windows about a meter tall along the bottom, giving f light to a basement. How could one person possibly need such a ginormous house.

The wooden double height, double doors swung inwards as we climbed the stairs. As we entered, there was a chandelier above us, two sweeping stairs either side of the large entrance hall up to a walkway. My attention quickly shifted from admiring the building though at this point. By each door was a small, naked and busty woman holding a metal tray with glasses on. Both of them had breasts the size of my head and big nipples.

"Help yourselves to some water." The woman said as she grabbed some water off the woman on the right's tray. The short and busty slave looked about forty, some wrinkles starting to show on her happy and friendly looking face. Her breasts, while still large, had started to sag, almost down to her bellybutton. She was incredibly pale, no tan lines due to none of her being tanned, with blonde hair in a smart ponytail, the only colour to her was her brown eyes and large pink areolas.

The woman I approached was almost the complete opposite. She looked young, and her breasts sat high and pointed out so much she seemed to be struggling to hold the tray up as she had to hold it further out than the woman opposite her. Her areolas were almost invisible on her brown skin.

I smiled at her as I took a glass. She had a sweet face, but the innocence I saw was quickly destroyed when she locked eyes with me. I was surprised by the look of hunger in her eyes like she wanted to jump on me and fuck me right there and then. I quickly shift my gaze from hers and continue into the room before pausing as I am shocked by the sight in front of me for the second time in almost as many seconds.

This new shock was because standing beneath the walkway were four more naked women. These four stood in heals, heads held high and proud with their arms behind their backs pushing their chests forward. I glanced back nervously at the young ebony woman, but her gaze had turned to staring across to the woman opposite. The door then swung closed, revealing two male slaves. Despite its size, they shut the door quickly and quietly. The men on each door looked like their backs were secured to it. Looking more carefully, I could see they had metal collars and chastity belts. I flinched slightly as the pair were hoisted up, so they hung just off of the floor, as the door clicked shut.

"Want a go? I personally wouldn't recommend it though." The woman whispered in my ear making me jump. She laughed at my reaction and took hold of my hand again, leading me over to one of the helpless men before I had recovered. My mind in freefall after the overload of madness.

"I am quite proud of my design here. In fact, I've sold more than fifty of these devices. Although I am still trying to figure out a better way for them to open the doors as it's a bit slow." She tells me as she runs a nail down the arm of the bound man who starts squirming, rattling its frame.

Their wrists are locked to their chastity belts that secure to a metal pole. The pole is set into a long indent in the wooden door allowing it to move up and down. The top of the pole is then secured to the man's posture collar that keeps his back straight and his head unable to move.

"What you can't see is that they have a rather large toy in their asses. If one of them manages to open and close the door quicker than the other, they will be brought to orgasm once we leave the room. For each movement they lose, their toy will inflate slightly. At the start of each day, it deflates by one. Means a bit of cleaning is required but I think you'll come to see that I like to keep my property happy.

Obviously they are grateful when I go away on trips, and I have lost one slave when I had a party and forgot to pause the toys." She said, just shrugging as she said the last part as though it wasn't a big deal.

"Now, let me introduce the slaves that you will be managing." She said, walking back towards the four women, Clare and her daughter. As I walked, I noticed that the Ebony's pussy was bright pink, only noticing it due to light shining off of her wet lips. I made sure to not make eye contact with her as I put my glass back on her tray and went to stand by the woman in front of her four slaves.

"From left to right, we have Doctor, Furniture, Food and Clean." She said. Doctor was a tall woman, similar in height to Clare and her daughter but a lot thinner. Furniture was only slightly shorter but was a larger woman with large breasts, belly and hips.

Unlike the two brunette to her left., Food was a redhead. She had lots of freckles and cute breasts that matched her smaller more delicate looking physique. Although small compared to the other three women, she was still slightly taller than me. I could help but smile at the fact the tiny thin woman was the cook. Or at least, I assumed that's how their names worked. Last was Clean, an Asian with long black hair, an hourglass figure and breasts than although only slightly larger than Food, hung low on her chest.

"Girls, this is Joey. Help him and do as he says unless it goes against what I say. Clean, take this doll and clean it." The woman went on, walking over to Clare and taking her daughter's leash before handing it to Clean who led her through one of the doors underneath the walkway in silence.

"Lunch in an hour. Furniture and Doctor, join us in slave attire. Mom here and Joey will be joining us as well as the new Doll. Dismissed." The woman said to the three remaining slaves, motioning to Clare when she said mom. The three slaves nodded and left. Food going off to our left whilst the other two went through the door Ash and Clean had.

"Milky, take Expressos tray and bring us some refreshments. Expresso, come with us." The woman said to the two women holding the trays before leading the way up the stairs. "I saw you admiring her." The woman said to me as we climbed the stairs, clearly answering a question but I could say which.

"Just in case you two hadn't noticed. Names in my house are rarely kept. You need to call your self Mom, it will take time but that's how you will eventually refer to yourself. Names have meaning to me, you being called Mom doesn't mean I will treat you like my mother.

"Often though, it is that simple. Expresso here lactates and is always horny. Clean is in charge of cleaning. Bust she is also in charge of getting me and my employees and slaves new clothes, toiletries and makeup. More solid things and you need to go to Furniture. Hair-drier breaks or you want a more powerful vibrator, she's your girl.

"Why did you call my daughter doll?" Mom asks nervously.

"Because she is pretty and has a constant light tan." The woman explains before continuing her monologue. "Eventually when I have friends over you will learn my name. You will only ever call me or even think of me as Mistress." She glares at both of us to make sure we remember that last point.

We enter large room. The bed off to one side confirms that we are in Mistresses bedroom but you could easily fit a tennis court in here it is so large. The opposite wall is made up of eight huge windows, Mistress leads the way to one of the middle ones that is currently open.

On the right is her bed, a large makeup area, a bath by one of the great windows and a set of large sofas. The seating area could easily accommodate a dozen and the bath two or three. On the other side was a u-shaped open closet whose corridor between the shelf was about five meters long. There was a small bed on the other side of the closet. Although here it looked tiny and cheap, it was actually a similar size to mine and Doll's.

We reached the window and the view took my breath away. There was a stone patio outside the building with a fountain in the middle and statues around its parameter. Beyond it was a large garden with flowers everywhere. There looked to be dozens of slaves working in the garden, all naked. None ever seemed to glance up from their tasks, remaining unaware of the group looking down at them.

From here I could even see the tops of some summerhouses hidden behind hedges in what must be secluded little spots. Beyond that though was just countryside until on a far hill I could see a line of large buildings. On the right and left rows of trees lined the boundary bidding the neighbours from view.

"I own everything you can see, including those buildings in the distance. That is what Furniture helps me run and what pays for my lifestyle. My parents are a stickler in believing that the rich need to work hard to prove why we are the rich. Part of the deal of my dad buying me this place was I had to turn it into a money making place by the time I was eighteen."

"Now own here, 20% of his medical business and just under 50 schools." She told us as we looked out. "You two don't need to worry about that though. Joey, your job is to study me and help me push the boundaries on what is possible in this house. Mom, you are to be his note taker. You will stay with him at all times and remember any and all ideas he says. And obviously any that I say in your presence." She told us. I want quite sure what that actually meant for me but I held my tongue for now.

"You've been squirming in those trousers since we got here. Just take them off and fuck Expresso before I come up with a different solution." Mistress threatened me. While what she said was true and for the second time she caught me adjusting my cock. This time it definitely wasn't my fault. Expresso had come up behind me while we were looking out the window and was rubbing her large breasts into my back while her hands groped my ass.

Even without her threat, I would have been happy to take my trousers off. Without underwear on, the fabric was rubbing horribly on my straining cock. I undid the button and then my fly zip but got no further. Expresso had already dropped to her knees behind me and yanked my trousers down to my ankles. Mom and I let out cries of shock, although mine became a yelp as Expresso span me round with a surprising amount of force before I gaining my cock to the hilt.

Keeping a knee on my trousers she pushed me back causing my ass to fall onto the window seat. Once she had got me into position she started fucking her face on my cock. The sloppy sounds of my cock pummelling her throat drowned out Mistress's laughter. As quickly as it had started though, it stopped.

She smiled up at me as she rose, her knee on my trousers replaced with a foot. A hand replacing her mouth in my cock and she managed to keep me pinned in place until her face was level with mine. I can't imagine how dumb I must have looked as I hauled open mouthed at her my brain completely fried.

Only as she stood pressed up against me did my brain slowly start up again and register how damp my chest was. In the two minutes she spent in her knees she had managed to cover both her big tits in drool. As we stared at each other, she must have sensed me starting to recover because just as I started thinking about her spit covered breasts, she jumped into action again.

Without breaking eye contact she spit into my mouth. Shocked both arms the act and quantity of liquid in my mouth, my tongue moved to rid my mouth of this tangy fluid. Before I could though, Expresso locked her lips onto mine and soon her tongue was in my mouth claiming it as her own.

She squeezed the head of my cock causing me to moan. She took this opportunity to break the kiss and whisper, "swallow."

Before I had recovered or swallowed, she locked lips again, her tongue diving into my mouth once more. Unable to think, I just went with the flow of the kiss, my tongue fighting the invader but being completely out matched. The tightness on my cock however, never ceased. My attention returned to this fact when it actually got worse as Expresso started squeezing it hard. Remembering what she wanted I forced myself to swallow, a really weird feeling with someone else's tongue still in your mouth.

"Good, now fuck me." Expresso ordered, breaking the kiss after I swallowed. Desperate to follow that order, I quickly kicked my shoes off and then my trousers. Once ready I saw Expresso had claimed my position at the window, her hands on the sill as she wiggled her butt at me. She looked back at me as she waited, her eyes showing that hunger she had downstairs by the front door

"No Joey, don't you ever have sex with anyone in this house while just wearing socks." Mistress sighed. I quickly corrected my mistake hoping she wouldn't stop what was about to happen. I almost cried when she started speaking again. "And before you fuck her, Mom here is getting a bit fidgety. Remember the law about permission?" She asked Mom. I let out an internal sigh as I realised her attention had left me.

"No, sorry Mistress." Mom said, her hands shifting from her front back to her sides.

"Strip." Mistress demanded, and Mom nervously complied, taking her heals off as well as her dress.

"Do you want to cum while they fuck or just watch and not play with yourself? Remember, if you play with yourself without my permission, I can and will enslave you." Mistress smiled.

"P p p please my I.. cum?" Mom asked quietly, fighting herself to get the words out. I couldn't help but think of how sexy she looked as she squirmed, her pussy visibly moist.

"Come." Mistress beconed her as she had moved away from the window to change. She walked up to her Mistress. Being so close together, Mom couldn't look at her feet so was forced to meet Mistress's gaze.

"I want to taste you, your fingers or mine?" Mistress purred at the blushing woman. I glanced at Expresso and could see that although she too was enjoying watching this, she was more desperate to just ignore such intimacies and fuck like animals.

Mom looked away from Mistress in embarrassment and was as surprised as I was when she locked eyes with me. I smiled and nodded at her in understanding. At that moment I also understood my role.

"She's our boss, it's ok to just surrender to her. Making her happy will make you happy so just focus on pleasing. Submit and let her inside of you. But you can also help her take things slowly like you need. Open your mouth and clean her fingers for her before she goes between your legs." Tell her, walking slowly to her side and holding her hand. She mouths her thanks, giving my hand a quick squeeze and returns her gaze to Mistress.

Mistress smiles at me before focusing on Mom and waiting for her to open her mouth. It takes a minute but she eventually opens her mouth and Mistress raises her hand and slides two fingers in. Mom closes her lips softly and a few moments later Mistress pulls her fingers out.

"Breathe and relax." Mistress purrs as she lowers her hand. Mom takes a big breath and her shoulders visibly drop as she exhales and nods. She lets out a low moan as Mistress sliders her fingers inside her, and slowly withdraws them. They are glistening as Mistress smiles at Mom and sucks the juices of her fingers.

"Clean" Mistress whispers as she removes her fingers from her mouth and moves them towards Mom. Mistress catches me and Mom by surprise as she she removes her fingers, she slowly goes to put them back inside Mom. Mom closes her eyes and accepts the intrusion. Mistress smiles at me and before I realise what she is doing g she rubs her wet fingers on Mom's lips.

"Clean." Mistress whispers again. Only once Mistress's fingers are in her mouth does Mom's eyes fly open in shock as she realises what she's tasting. "Recognise it?" Mistress smiles, "make sure you clean jt all." She adds as Mom looks like she's about to spit her fingers out. Mom pauses for a moment, I squeeze her hand and eventually she goes back to sucking.

"Good girl, you taste nice don't you?" Mistress asks Mom as she she wipes her damp fingers on Mom's breasts. Mom looks at her, submission plastered across her face as she slowly nods

"Now, if you want to play with yourself, you need to slide between Expresso's legs and play with her tits at the same time as an apology for making her wait for sex. As you can see from her adorable face, she isn't great at the whole patience thing." Mistress laughs as Expresso is clearly fighting to not to glare at the three of us as she isn't downing a great job.

Without a word, Mom sits in the floor and slides herself into her back between Expresso's legs. She latches her mouth into one teat and immediately starts masturbating violently.

"SLOW! You horny slut. The best orgasms are those you wait for." Mistress laughed. "Fuck her before she starts attacking you again. And yes, you may cum in her." Mistress says, smiling at me.