Rachel ran cold water through the tap in the bathroom sink. She hardly slept last night after her Master had fucked her, but didn't allow her to cum. This was becoming a trend, and she was desperate for release.
As she bent down to wash her face, the chains that connected to her collar rattled. Rachel was rarely allowed to remove her collar that connected her wrists with cuffs around each wrist. This was her punishment after Master caught her fingering herself feverishly early one morning. She couldn't help it, but accepted the punishment.
Her mind was slipping. She looked into the bathroom mirror.
You are a whore. You need to cum.
She shivered as a new wave of submission and need for release swept over her. She stood up straight in the mirror, her heavy tits bare, nipples staring back at her. Her hands ran up her body towards where the chain connected to the collar. As she touched the clip holding everything together, she closed her eyes.
"I must obey," she whispered, as a tear rolled down her cheek.
She sniffed hard as she resumed getting ready in her wardrobe room. Her Master was still asleep, but expected her to be ready to be fucked the second he woke up. It wasn't unusual for an outfit to be laid out for her for the next day, but this particular morning, that was not the case. Rachel took this as a sign that she was allowed to choose something from the wardrobe herself.
She chose a simple red string bikini with matching high heels. She struggled to finish tying the bottoms due to her wrist restraints, but was able to with some help from a mirror in the same room. As she slipped her high heels on, she heard something downstairs.
Rachel slowly walked down the hallway towards the stairs. She wanted to call out, see who was down there, but also didn't want to wake her Master, in case it wasn't him. As she turned the corner to go down the spiraling staircase, she saw a familiar woman quickly looking from room to room on the main level.
"Excuse me," Rachel whispered. "Can I help you?"
The woman turned to her. "Rachel, it's you. I have to get you out of here," the woman panted. She was a short, pretty brunette, with deep brown eyes, wearing a loose shawl over a tank top and leggings. She also looked panicked, like she hadn't slept in days.
'
But who is she?'
Rachel pondered. "I'm sorry, I can't leave with you."
"Rachel, look at what he's done to you. I knew something wasn't right. We have to leave, right now."
"I don't think so," Trey called from the balcony. He slowly made his way in view, wearing nothing but a black robe. "You must be Jessica. I've been expecting you."
"Trey, let her go. She's a woman, not some object," the woman, who must be named Jessica, said.
"I don't believe she'd like to leave, would you, Rachel?" Trey asked.
Rachel looked down at her feet and murmured. "No, Master."
"MASTER?" Jessica asked, disgusted. "You sick fuck, you can't do this to her."
Trey laughed a villain's laugh that echoed throughout the house.
"I'll let you leave, this time, Jessica. But I would hate to see you suffer the same fate as your friend, on your knees, serving me daily. Don't come back here, or you will be sorry. Not for long, of course," a wicked grin formed for just a moment. "I'll make sure I walk slowly, but you have until I am downstairs before I call the cops for trespassing."
The sound of Trey's feet against the marble made slow slapping sounds as Jessica looked back at Rachel in fear. "I'll be back, I promise," Jessica said with tears beginning to form. She ran towards the front door that was left open, slamming it shut just as Trey reached the main level.
Rachel turned to him and knelt. "Master, I am sorry for the disturbance, and I am very sorry I did not wake you correctly."
Trey smiled and approached her. "Oh, my silly little whore, you have nothing to be sorry for this time. In fact, we'll be seeing Miss Jessica very soon, I'm sure, whether she knows it or not." Trey snapped his fingers, prompting Rachel to cum. The orgasm hit her hard and fast, causing her to fall to the ground. As she recovered, her Master stood, robe open, hardened cock exposed. "You may begin your daily duties, slave," he ordered.
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Danny was working in his private lab on a new serum. It was fair to say he was getting bored of the same old 'turning women into sluts for other men' thing, and with Sarah being a very faithful whore in his life, he decided it should be time to work on other projects.
That was until a familiar number called his cell phone.
"I have a woman I need you to take care of for me," Trey said on the other end of the line. "I'll pay you the same as what I did for this current slut. Give her the same treatment. I need her in a hurry."
Danny smiled. "I don't often get repeat customers, and I typically don't like it, either. What are the circumstances to you needing another?"
"Let's just say some loose ends from Rachel's past have come back to haunt me," Trey snapped back. "Get that Jessica girl, make her a whore, bring her to me."
"Sure thing, but double the money," Danny replied.
"This isn't a negotiation," Trey stated.
"We finally agree on something today," Danny joked. "I'm taking on a considerable amount of risk. You seem... satisfied with my services so far, and now you want two women when many men struggle to get one. You'll pay me double, or you will not be getting my help."
Danny hung up and tried to resume his work. That was until Sarah, wearing nothing but one of Danny's dress shirts, came in. He loved it when she tried to wear his clothes.
"Master, is it time I give you a break from working so hard?" She smiled, rubbing his shoulders, pressing her tits into the back of his head. "I know several activities that could keep us busy for as long as you want."
Danny smiled back, leaning his head back into her breasts. He became a fairly kind Master to Sarah, no longer making her wear a collar, and giving her plenty of orgasms throughout the day. She returned the favour by learning pole dancing, becoming a stellar cook, and making sure outfits he liked on her were high on her priority list of wardrobe items.
Danny raised his hand into Sarah's hair. She moaned softly as he ran his fingers through her dirty blonde hair.
"I have an idea, my beautiful whore," Danny whispered.
"What is it, my Master?" Sarah smiled.
"It's deplorable, and borderline cruel, but it's something I want to try," he replied. "Would you be interested?"
"Anything for you, Master," Sarah beamed as she felt his hand grip her hair tightly.
"Should I test the limits to
anything
?" Danny asked, letting go of Sarah's hair and facing her.
Sarah's smile shined as Danny's shirt rested around her elbows, fully exposing herself to him. "Master, whatever you do to me, I don't have a way to stop you, nor would I want to. I love being your whore."
"I am making a new serum, and I'd love a test subject," Danny began. "I wasn't sure if I should tell you about it -"
"I'll do it. Use it on me," she beamed. "As long as I am your whore, Master, I am yours to use how you see fit."
Danny's cock stiffened even more to the thought. "Alright, whore, wear that tight, black latex dress I like and meet me in the dungeon in 20 minutes."
