Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "The Program", which traces Tawny's journey from a voluntary sexual submissive in a D/s relationship to a paid, contracted pleasure slave, sold through a multinational conglomerate, called simply "The Company". This is the story of her first six-month service as a Company slave and begins immediately after her sale auction as her first owner, Dave, is claiming his prize. Dave is an unusual "owner" in that his ownership came as a result of his entering a contest, through which he won Tawny's services for a six month period.
This Story has two "alternative" chapters 4 and 8, which contain material unacceptable for posting on Literotica.com. The alternative chapters, appear on the Allextremesex.com page and are accessed through the Erotic Stories "Extreme" link on the Literotica.com site index, stories & pics page. The story is readable with either version of chapters 4 and 8.
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Tawny jerked back to consciousness. She must have dozed off, her mouth slipping down into the water. She sat up, her breasts broaching through the layer of white foam on the water's surface. Tawny pushed the plug and the water began to seep from the tub, making her feel heavier with each passing moment as her body fell victim to the pull of gravity and rested onto the bottom of the tub. She took the spray head and rinsed her body and threw her calves up over the rim of the tub. Her pussy lay open and spread. She examined her mons, felt it carefully for any trace of hair. There was none. The frequent waxing and hair removal treatment had produced a vulva as hairless as a newborn's cheek. Next, she douched herself, using three containers, each cleansing her sex more deeply and the final, leaving a light coat of lubricant and a fragrance in her feminine tunnel. She rolled over, splaying her cheeks and treated her anal passage to a similar cleansing, but using five containers to ensure a thorough treatment.
Tawny stepped from the tub, daubing her soft, brown flesh with a towel and stood before the mirror. She looked over her body as she applied a coat of lotion to soften her skin and give it a light, oily sheen. She trimmed and filed her nails, applied polish to toes and fingers and dried her hair, brushing it out to a soft, shimmering sheen. Finally, she massaged her breasts, lightly pinched her nipples, letting them stiffen and pulled each nipple out and swabbed her piercing holes with a cloth-coated wire to ensure they were clean and open. She sat, spread her legs and repeated the process for her piercing in her labia, above her clitoral hood and finally, through the base of her clitoris itself. She stood, looked over her body and smiled. She was ready to please a Master now.
Secretly, she hoped she could please Kevin. He was, after all, a man and could come to appreciate her real skills, those of the pleasure slave, and she would once again feel the domination of a strong male as he used her body. There was something about him that evoked her admiration. His firmness, his strength, made her feel good, submissive. She felt a tingle in her pussy. She wanted to fuck him and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she hoped he would feel the same way. She touched her clit with her finger and shivered from the contact.
Tawny stood in the bedroom and looked at the bed. It was so inviting and she was so tired. In the morning, she would only need a final douche in each of her holes. She walked toward the bed and saw it, an envelope on the bed. She lay down and rested her head on the pillow and opened the envelope. It was a large square on heavy rag paper, more like an invitation than a note. It was written in exquisite script. Tawny read:
"You will come to me tomorrow at 7 AM. Master David will drop you. Enter through the front door and turn to your left into the large room, you will find further instructions there. You will wear your hair pulled back into a ponytail. You will wear red lipstick and polish on your nails. Adorn your piercings with jewelry; chains for your labia. You will place the implement in your cunt, attached to your clit. Wear a red lace frame bra, red lace panties, tong-style with open crotch; matching garter belt, black fishnet stockings. Red shoes, locking straps and very tall, I know you understand. Short wrap skirt, black; white chiffon blouse, tight, open collar; earrings; black collar, velour, with a ring."
Tawny set the card down and looked around. What "implement", she thought. Then her eyes caught it, a blue box setting on the dresser. She got up and went to examine it. It was a butterfly vibrator, but with some new twists. It had a ring attached to the base, so it could be attached through her piercing hole. The "body" was larger than usual and situated so it would fit into her vagina. The body, doubtlessly contained the energy cells, but there were no switches or controls. It would be a remote unit and Master Kevin, no doubt, would control the action. She went back to the bed and lay down, looking at the ceiling. She envisioned herself accessorized as described in the note. She smiled. Yes, she thought, Kevin would be fucking her. She smiled and let her mind drift back to the week before; his cock before her face. It was large and hard and he pumped his seed out onto her. She would be seeing more of that now, much more. She squirmed her body into the mattress and fell fast asleep.
She was startled and jumped up. There was something touching her, her mouth. Dave's image was there, before her, and his hand, at her mouth. She opened, sucked gently on his finger when he inserted it. Dave smiled down at her.
"Up and at 'em baby. In the car in an hour. Got any questions about how to dress, what to do?"
Tawny's head raced and Dave pulled his finger away. He continued to sit on the edge of the bed and his big hand now caressed her hip, his fingers running along her body and finally up to her breast, where he paused to knead her left breast. Tawny had nothing to say. An hour: she had to douche, reapply skin cream, dress, but all the clothing was there, laid out, where she put it the night before. She did have questions though.
"No Master David. Master Kevin's note was clear and I have everything he wanted. He said you would drive me Sir."
She looked up at him, in that wondering way that Dave could recognize. She hesitated, afraid to ask the question that burned in her mind.
"Ask it baby, I know you have something in that sweet brain of yours, you're supposed to tell the truth, remember?"
Tawny bit her lip and then spilled her thoughts. "Master, do you, do you, like, think I'm not pleasing any more? I mean, is there anything more I can do to please you?"
Dave grinned and pinched her nipple hard, then he continued to hold it in his fingers, kneading it gently, but firmly. He looked at her and watched her bite her lips as his pressure stung her nipple.
"You are great, baby, I couldn't ask for more. You are doing me a bigger favor than you think. I love the way you fucked for me this week. That turns me on baby, love to watch you fucking over and over; and now Master Kevin. I don't even need to ask, I know you're gonna please him, aren't you baby? He turns you on, doesn't he?"
Tawny was evasive. Yes Master Kevin turned her on, in a way, but he was too rough, too mean. She was afraid of him and yet, she wanted to go to him again.
