Bitch was doing her lawyer work at the nonprofit when she was informed her help was needed at the conference room. She left to go there, her slave bracelet clicking as it hit the desk as she stood up. She ignored it, the bracelet not having left her wrist since the weekend Mistress put it on her, the weekend bitch and husband cum slut became slaves, obeying all the men and women at the cabin. Bitch was proud of earning it, for none of Mistress's other slaves had a slave bracelet.
Then again, bitch wore a red dog collar all the time, a present from Master, the man who first enslaved her before giving bitch to Mistress. Bitch was so comfortable wearing the collar in public, the slave didn't think about it. When asked, she would simply shrug and ignore an answer. If someone didn't like it, they didn't have to wear it, was her opinion. She was a bitch, she crawled naked in public at the end of a leash and loved the experience. Well, when not serving Mistress in any way Mistress desired.
Entering the room, Bitch saw her supervisor, the head of the nonprofit at a table with an overweight, balding man, who seemed to not care his shirt buttons wouldn't hold if the man had lunch to expand his belly. The supervisor waved at the man.
"Linda, this is Jack Barrat, a donor."
Linda nodded at him while looking at a slender woman standing in the corner. She wore a business suit, stood completely still, only the eyes roving over Linda's collar and outfit, the outfit a bit risqué but Linda had the youth and body to pull it off, so she ignored the evaluation and slight sneer that accompanied it.
"Mister Barrat wishes to donate a sizable amount but has questions on the contract."
Linda pulled up a chair and sat down, ready to answer the questions. At home, she was slave bitch, owned by Mistress along with the other slaves. At work, while not the high-powered position she thought she'd get when she graduated from law school, she was Linda Duffy, part time lawyer for the nonprofit. At least here, she could wear the slave collar and respond to Mistress without any issues from the business.
Mister Barrat seemed more interested in the red dog collar than the contract, Linda and Grace Kelly, the head of the nonprofit, had to steer him back about his questions four times in the first fifteen minutes.
"Perhaps you should remove the collar."
It was the only words spoken by the tall woman in the corner. She seemed almost elegant to Linda who shook her head.
"What I wear isn't of a concern. What questions he has about the contract is the concern."
They finally got them answered, Mister Barrat finally smiling at the lawyer.
"Tell you what I will do, I'll double the amount donated if you let me take you for a walk. I'm guess you have a leash for the collar?"
Linda shook her head.
"Sorry, I have a matching leash, but no one takes me for a walk."
"No one? Then what's the point of showing off the collar?"
"My business, which has nothing to do with this donation."
He looked at the head of the nonprofit.
"You may want to talk to your employee. You're losing twice the amount of donation for a simple walk in the park."
"Linda has a private life the same as everyone in this room. If she doesn't wish to be leashed and walked, then she has the freedom to refrain from such."
"Bad business model."
He stood up, looking at Linda again.
"As to you, I'm sure we'll see you at the end of leash at some point soon."
He left, the silent woman following him without a look at either of them. The two remaining women left, each for their own desk.
Bitch informed Mistress of the incident, not sure if Mistress would approve of the balding man taking bitch for a walk in the park. That was Mistress's decision even if bitch wasn't thrilled with the idea, for he came across as someone who would enjoying yanking the collar just to see bitch stumble around.
Since he indicated he'd see bitch on a leash soon, Charlie called Master to find out if this Mr. Barrat was known to him. If he was, Master might allow it, under supervision. Charlie may not have wanted slaves, but she did feel responsible for them.
Master came back an hour later with news Mister Barrat was wealthy and successful. He inherited wealth, invested wisely, and grew it. As a person, he was arrogant and pompous, both traits the five female slaves used to exhibit. Charlie was familiar with how those traits ran a thought process. Barrat would be back, soon.
Jack Barrat came back three days later, asking to see the lawyer. Linda came out to meet him, sat to answer questions, only to find he dropped a red dog leash on the table. Jack Barrat could care less about the donation; he earned more in interest than the donation during time he spent here.
"Put it on, we go for a walk. You get an even bigger donation."
Linda eyed the leash, similar to the one she carried in her purse. She shook her head.
"I cannot. My owner would be angry if they found out I was led by someone without authorization." Linda stood up and walked out, leaving him grinning at her.
On Thursday Charlie got a text from Master, telling her Jack Barrat and his bodyguard Lisa Skittle, would visit. He seemed to think the woman of the house where Linda lived was the owner. Not a wrong guess, but simply a guess. Jack Barrat wanted to show off how he could afford a woman to be his pet, making his friends jealous. Master said he had a lot of business acquaintances but few friends for a reason.
Charlie said she'd simply lock the front door but was told Lisa Skittle was well versed in locks as well as injuring people. She carried a knife under each sleeve, a gun at her waist and one at her right ankle. Ticking off the boss wasn't going to help, not when Charlie lived almost isolated. He'd find a way to help.
