A special thanks to Educatedsub43 (yes, a very apt name) for their help in editing this. They had a hell of a task translating my story into English. If you've read any of my previous works, I'm sure you will notice the improvement. They have also just uploaded their first short story and have some very relatable (at least for me) poems.
As always, productive comments are welcome and I hope you enjoy...
"Any other questions?" Clean asks us after giving us the rundown of the house rules.
"No that makes sense, thank you." Mom said. I nodded in agreement.
"Let's go to your room, I could do with a shower." Mom said to her daughter, their two guides leading the way for them in silence. The guides seemed to all be small women. At 5'4 I am very short for a guy, but all three guides and most of the other staff I had seen wandering around the house were also short. Apart from that, their looks varied massively. Oh, they are also all women. I seemed to be the only male inside the house.
"Let me know when you're up for round two?" Expresso smiled up at me.
"I think it would only be fair to find others to get up to round three. Given you are already there." I retort.
"Four actually, and no, I don't think that would be fair. You have the best cock in the house so should get the be... second best pussy in the house." Expresso argued, catching herself before she made a mistake.
"Almost. Though I think that you deserve a punishment for just thinking such a thing." I smile down at her as our guide holds the door open for us. I look at our guide, normally I'd say she is short, curvy and busty. In comparison to Expresso though, she is just curvy. They are a similar height, her breasts c or d cup breasts are tiny compared to Expresso's udders, and her ass is similarly scaled down. What makes her eye catching though is the impact of her slim waist on those features. I am also a fan of her long, glossy black hair, and while Expresso's goes down to her shoulders, this woman's is around halfway down her back.
"Do you have a name?" I ask her as the three of us wander down the slave corridor, Expresso still glued to my side whilst my guide leads the way, her hips swaying with each step. Compared to what I'm used to, even the staff areas of the house are like a palace. Paintings, sculptures and photos decorate the well-kept rooms and corridors. Despite all the things to look at, my eyes struggle to look up from the firm rear bouncing and swaying before me.
"Curves. Are you aiming to get anywhere or just explore?" She says, her voice very gentle and quiet, a big difference from Expresso.
"Not really, I guess it would be handy to know where my room is." I reply. Although the names weren't very imaginative, it did make it easier to remember them.
"You like her." Expresso said bluntly. "I guess we'll be ending the tour at your room?"
"What?" I exclaim incredulously as Curves turns and glances at Expresso before focusing on me. I could feel her eyes bore into my mind as my cheeks went bright red.
"He wants to fuck you; you're in for a good time." Expresso laughs to Curves. Her response seems a bit sarcastic, but the fierce eyes make me think she might be a bit jealous.
"Expresso, behave. You can't talk about a free person like that." Curves replies, her dislike of Expresso just as evident as her panic.
"Am I wrong?" Expresso says, now turning to me.
"I think Curves is beautiful, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to fuck her. Just like I enjoyed having sex with you but am not planning on doing that again any time soon." I reply, embarrassed and angry.
"And now you are embarrassed. You know nothing about slaves, do you?" Expresso presses on, ignoring my facial expression and starts walking again. "Us slaves are essentially objects. Yes, we have feeling and yes, the law says we still count as people. But the fine print can essentially be summed up as, we're slaves. We were trained to be obedient, Mistress then trained us to please. We won't judge you because we can't. We won't judge you, because we have dirtier desires and thoughts.
"Look at a slave, see if their pussy is wet, if it is, then they have been properly trained and will be grateful for you to fuck them. I know I am different to other slaves like Curves here, I have been trained to show my desires because that's my role. I know the adjustment will take time, but you have to realise, you can essentially treat us as sex toys." Expresso continued, opening a door holding it for Curves and I to walk through. "Now, this is your room, you're hard, she's sopping..." With that, she slammed the door shut and, to my surprise, she wasn't on the inside. I stood in shock as I could hear her walking from the door.
"She is right, and I do want you." Curves whispers. I turn to look at her and can see the lust in her eyes.
"How can I know if it's true or you are just doing your job?" I ask, nervously.
"I haven't been with a guy before. I was straight and had a boyfriend at school. I failed my exams and was enslaved; the training is harder than school ever was. My first job was working at a medical factory, it was boring, we were barely fed and the old men who were the only free employees weren't allowed to fuck us, so they jerked off over us or pissed on us." Curves said, tears forming in her eyes at the memories. I move over and hug her. She stiffens at first but then relaxes and hugs me back before continuing shakily.
"Mistress came by one day and enslaved the lot of them. We were all so happy that day. The next day, new bosses were introduced and they walked around and talked to some of us. Mistress was with them. I had only been there for a few weeks, but I'd been pissed on multiple times a day and covered in cum most days as well. The men would tell me I had to thank them for their extra attention and for appreciating my beauty."
"About a week after I had started, a pretty girl had committed suicide and some of the slaves said I'd be next because I was also pretty. So, when Mistress came past me, I broke down and thanked her for saving my life. She claimed me and I spent a week being trained before I joined her staff. That was about two years ago. I have friends here; I get nice food and Mistress treats us well. Part of our training includes stopping us from being able to lie. The training also makes us horny, but it is possible to be horny and not want sex. If you don't believe me, ask Furniture or Doctor if they want to have sex with you. They're both lesbians so will say no. Tell them to fuck you, and they will. Ask me if I want to have sex with you and I will say yes. Tell me to have sex with you..." She trails off as I look down at her, she pushes up onto her toes and kisses me on the cheek.
"Stop," I whisper as Curves starts fondling my flaccid member. I annoy myself at my own behaviour, but I know in this moment that sex isn't a good idea. She looks at me with pleading eyes before accepting defeat and squeezes me harder. After hugging for a bit longer she breaks off, taking hold of my hand as she steps back and looked at me quizzically.
"When you feel better, we can complete Expresso's orders. For now, let's have a nosy around my new room." I say, looking around the room. It has a double bed on a frame, a bookcase that is empty, and a bedside table. There are some things on the bedside table next to a lamp so I walk over to it, Curves in tow. There is a smartphone, and a tablet. Stuck to the phone is a post it note with a password and an email address. Curves rests her chin on my shoulder as I unlock the phone which Mistress has already set up with an account and a new email for me. Whilst smart phones are still reasonably common, I had never seen it as a worthwhile investment, choosing instead to use an archaic brick as my old friends used to call it.
Putting the phone back, I feel the bed; the sheets and the mattress are unbelievably soft and there is even a cosy blanket draped over the end. I collapse back on the bed laughing, quickly joined by a giggling Curves who keeps hold of my hand and snuggles up to me, resting her head on my chest.
