A Taste of Slavery

This story is set in the universe written about by Carl_Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories, GentlemanMariner, MrSmith27, Avicia, ZZchromosome etc., where non-hereditary slavery has been legalised under the 34

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Amendment in the US, but this story takes place in the UK.

Everyone in this story is over the age of 18, and the entire story is fiction set in a fictional world. No human beings should ever be treated as property.

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This story is set in the same world as 'Cassie's Downfall' and 'Lottie's Year of Servitude', where the main characters of this story are minor characters from Lottie's story. Reading Lottie's story first is not necessary as this was written as a standalone, and the story isn't affected by what order they are read in.

It was 15 years ago that the United States passed the 34

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Amendment, which re-introduced legal slavery. What started as a way of boosting the economy through cheap/free labour soon led to a booming sex-slave industry, where men (and sometimes women) could spend their wealth living out their wildest sexual fantasies with enslaved women (and sometimes men). Owning slaves is also seen as a status symbol, and great prestige was awarded to those with attractive naked girls kneeling at their feet.

Slaves are afforded very few rights, and what rights they do have is seen as asset protection for their owners. Sexual slaves are considered the lowest of the low and are expected to perform any tasks asked of them no matter how degrading or humiliating, all the while being 'slave naked' at all times. Originally the slave population was made up of petty criminals, but increasingly there have been more and more people enslaved due to debt and insolvency. Many bank loans expect collateral and one of the many ways poorer people were able to offer collateral was their body.

Despite the numerous protests from women's groups, money talks, and the re-legalisation of slavery soon spread around the world where 10 years ago it was passed into UK law.

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*Slap*

His hand once again came down hard on her reddened ass, both cheeks displaying countless red outlines of his palm. Between them subtly hid the base of a buttplug lodged in her rectum.

"Do you like this, slave?"

"Yes master." Her ass was really stinging now, each smack getting more and more painful.

"Do you deserve more, slave?"

"Yes master. If master would like to keep going, this slave is very happy to be spanked."

He gave her peachy bottom a few more hard smacks.

"That's enough for now. Keep sucking," he commanded, loving the sight of her instantly obeying him and dropping back on her knees before him to service his cock.

She took it expertly in her mouth, one hand stroking the bottom of his shaft while the other caressed his balls. Her head bobbed and she took more and more of his into her mouth until her lips were tickled by his neatly trimmed pubes and his cock was lodged in her throat. She gave him a few short bobs while deepthroating him before pulling back to lick and suck the head. As she pulled back she looked up at her master and she felt a warm glow at the physical signs of pleasure he was showing.

She pulled back. "Would you like to use this slave's ass now, master?"

He looked down at her with an animalistic lust. "Of course, slut, if you're so desperate. Get on the bed on your hands and knees."

He watched her turn and crawl over to the bed. Her red cheeks and jewelled asshole was a sight to behold as she crawled over to the spot where she was going to be reamed. She climbed onto the bed and she took her position, her knees wide apart and her arms bent, lowering her head and raising her ass in the air towards him. The position naturally spread her cheeks, her holes fully available to him.

He squirted some lube onto his cock and stroked himself, the sight before him enough to make him cum, but he remained focused on the task at hand. He grabbed the base of the buttplug and slowly pulled, enjoying the sounds of her subtle moans as he did so. After some pressure it finally popped out, and he placed it on the bedside table. Before him was her cute little puckered anus, ready to take his cock. He lined up his cock against her hole.

"Are you ready slut?" he asked. He already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it.

"Yes master, my ass belongs to you." He felt a stir in his cock every time she said things like this.

He pushed the head of his cock against her hole, and he felt her anus open up for him as she relaxed her sphincter for his invasion. Her ring gave way, and the head of his cock slowly made its way down as the length of his shaft followed. She let out a guttural moan as she felt his entire length enter her forbidden hole. Soon he bottomed out, and he enjoyed the familiar feeling of her rectum wrapped around his cock and her sphincter muscles massaging him. He slowly pulled back until just the head remained in her, then he slid his whole cock back into her. He was in heaven.

Once he was assured her ass was stretched to accommodate him, he started slowly thrusting into her, building up a rhythm. At the same time, she made small movements backwards and forwards, the two of them working in tandem. She felt every inch of his cock inside her, she loved how it felt. She flexed her sphincter as it slid around his cock, she wanted her ass to feel amazing for him. She knew her role as a slave.

"Fuck me hard, master. I can take it."

"I won't hold back, slave. I own this ass."

"You do master, I'm all yours."

He started to increase the tempo, slamming into her little asshole with more and more intensity. Their slow and deliberate teamwork was gone. He was taking what was his, and she went limp and gave it to him. She was his, her body was his, and he was using her as a slave should be used. She reached down and started to rub her clit as she was anally ravaged.

Both of their moans filled the room as he grabbed her shoulders and fucked her ass with all his might. He felt an orgasm rising, and tried to fight it but knew he'd reached the point of no return.

"Are you ready for my cum, slave?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes master," she replied, equally breathless. "Fill me with your cum. Please master."

Her pleas were enough to send him over the edge and he lost all control of his movements as his orgasm took hold and his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into her rectum. The pulsing of his cock in her ass also sent her over the edge and her orgasm also quickly overcame her. She collapsed onto her front unable to maintain her composure, and he fell onto her, continuing to piston his hips as his cock continued spurting its load. The two continued to orgasm together as he lay on top of her, his cock still deeply nestled in her ass.

Then they were still.

The two fought to catch their breaths as they came down from incredible orgasms. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"You were fantastic, Sarah. I love you."

"Mmm, so were you, your cock felt fantastic. I love you too," Sarah replied with a loving smile. She loved being held by him like this after sex, especially with his cock still inside her.

He slowly withdrew his softening cock and reached over to the bedside table to retrieve the buttplug, then lined it up with her asshole and slid it inside with little effort.

"Don't want any leaking," he explained, and Sarah giggled.

He sat up on the bed, resting on a pillow against the wall, and watched her get up from her prone position and reach for the padlock at the back of her collar.

"Do you have the key?" Sarah asked.

"Why don't you leave it on for a bit. It suits you." he replied jovially.

"Rob, don't be silly. I can't keep it on all night. I thought we were going downstairs to watch a film?"

"My mum won't be home tonight, she's having a wine night with a friend."

She didn't exactly want to walk around her boyfriend's house with a collar on but it was obvious she wasn't going to win this. "Ok fine."

"Good slave," he joked, which was met by Sarah rolling her eyes.

They both made their way to the bathroom and Sarah sat down on the toilet to pee while Rob ran the shower. They both hopped in, enjoying their naked bodies pressing against each other. They then both grabbed soap and washed each other down, Sarah paying particular attention to his cock that had just been up her bum.

They finished their shower, and made their way back to Rob's bedroom to dry off. Rob quickly dried his hair and body with a towel and then donned his t-shirt and sweatpants, while Sarah stood in front of the mirror and blow dried her hair. While she was occupied and unable to hear, Rob quickly hid her clothes in a box under his bed.

Once she was dried, she looked to Rob and realised what he'd done. "Very funny, where are my clothes?"

"What clothes? I thought slaves didn't wear clothes?"

"Yes and I'm not a slave."

"But you love pretending to be one."

"During sex is different."

"You do look hot though," Rob said, staring at her body and enjoying the sight of his girlfriend standing stark naked with a slave collar around her neck.

"Are you expecting me to be naked and collared in your house all night?"

"Look, like I said, my mum isn't going to be home tonight so it'll just be me and you. And you love pretending to play slave so why not expand that a little? Come on, it'll be hot."

Sarah thought about it for a moment. "Ok. Fine. But we're still watching that film."

"Obviously," he replied with a playful slap on her bum.

*****

As she followed Rob downstairs naked and collared into the living room of his family home, she had to admit that there was a slight thrill. She'd never done this outside of their bedrooms. It seemed almost disrespectful to be walking around his mum's house like this.

Rob sat down on the sofa and Sarah remained standing, unsure what to do.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Should I sit on the sofa? I'm naked and I still have your cum in my ass. It seems weird."

"You're right, maybe you should kneel here," he said pointing to the spot in front of him on the floor.

"Rob, I'm not kneeling there all night. This is stupid, where are my clothes?"

"Sarah, when do we ever get a house to ourselves to do something like this? I can tell you're into it."

She hated that he was right. He could see straight through her. She felt completely exposed to him, both her body and her thoughts.

"Present."

She quickly spread her legs apart, moved her hands to the back of her collar and curved her back to push her tits out. He loved seeing her like this, and she loved the way he looked at her.

"Now, if we're going to do this properly, you should go back to referring to me as Master. Isn't that right, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"And who do you belong to, slave?"

"You, master. I belong to you and this body is yours." She felt her pussy tingling just uttering the words.

"Good slave. Now, go grab me a beer from the fridge."

Without question she turned and headed to the kitchen, still finding it strange to be walking through his house like this. The kitchen tiles felt cold on her feet as she briskly walked over to the fridge, and she was acutely aware of the buttplug in her ass. She grabbed a beer bottle, opened it and headed back to the living room where Rob was smiling as he watched her.

"Here you go, master," she said, handing it to him.

"Great, now kneel down and kiss my feet."

'"He's really starting to take the piss now," Sarah thought to herself, but she had to admit the whole scenario was turning her on and although she expressed her grievances, she secretly wanted to continue this little game.

She bent down and started to kiss his feet, thinking herself lucky he'd just had a shower. Rob luxuriated in this position of power he found himself in. He sipped on his beer while he looked down at her.

"Turn round slave, I want you against the side of the sofa. That way I can see you properly." Sarah turned so she was facing his feet, with her bottom facing Rob.

He couldn't see her face, just her plugged ass wagging in the air and the slit of her gorgeous pussy staring up at him as she continued kissing his feet. "God this is heaven," he thought. It must be wonderful to have a proper slave at your every beck and call.

"Good job, slave. My feet could do with a place to rest though."

"Yes master." She knew what he wanted and as soon as she turned and got in position on her hands and knees, his feet quickly found themselves using her back as a footrest.

He grabbed the TV remote. "Now, let's watch that film shall we?"

She remained in the position as he navigated the various TV apps. She hated herself for how much she was enjoying being degraded like this. Luckily the TV was at an angle to the sofa so she could still see it from where she was kneeling. He found the film and hit play.

*****

"Get me another beer, slave," Rob demanded about 30 minutes into the film.

Sarah was so engrossed in the film she had almost forgotten she was naked and collared in his mum's living room kneeling as a footstool. He lifted his feet off her back and she got up, Rob enjoying the sight of her peachy plugged ass as it slightly jiggled with every step on the way to the kitchen.

She moved as quickly as she could so she wouldn't miss any of the film. She would have asked him to pause it but she was already sinking into her role as a slave and accepting that it was a privilege for her to be allowed to watch it in the first place. Luckily it was just some jump-cut fight scene so she wasn't missing much important plot development. The loud speakers meant she was still able to hear what was going on as she grabbed a second beer from the fridge and opened it.

She quickly turned and headed back to the living room when she was startled by the one thing she didn't want to see. At the kitchen door stood Rob's mum, shocked at the sight before her. Sarah felt like a deer in headlights.

"...Sarah?"

She wanted the world to swallow her up. She tried to do anything to cover herself, her hands going to her tits and pussy and finding a kitchen counter to duck behind.

"Oh... my... god... Lisa I am SO sorry, I... I can explain." Her knees were shaking.

"Sarah, love. It's ok, I'm not totally naïve, I know what you young people get up to these days. Just give me a warning, ok?" She knew how distressing this must be for Sarah and was doing her best to comfort her, acting nonplussed about the whole situation despite how shocked she was at seeing a naked and collared Sarah in her kitchen.

"I'm really really sorry, we thought you were gone all night, we were just having a bit of fun, we were watching a film." She realised nothing she said was going to ease the embarrassment of standing in front of her boyfriend's mum slave naked. She couldn't even run upstairs as Lisa was blocking the door.

"Well don't let me be one to spoil the fun," she replied with a laugh. She'd clearly had a few glasses of wine. "Just be careful, won't you? I don't want you ending up like Lottie and getting yourself enslaved." There was a slight pain in her voice when she said this. Lottie was Lisa's 18 year old daughter, and college friend of Sarah since they were in the same year. Sarah was aware of Lottie becoming a Kenilwood slave but hadn't asked Rob or Lisa much about it out of awkwardness.

"No, I don't plan on doing that. I just wanted to explore it in the safety of home. Again I'm so sorry about this."

"Sarah love, don't apologise. I probably should have messaged to say I was coming home." She walked over to Sarah and opened her arms to give her a hug.

Sarah reluctantly reciprocated, suddenly exposing herself as her hands came away from her tits and pussy and she placed the beer bottle on the side to embrace her back. It felt strange to hug her with her multiple layers of clothes on while she wore nothing.

Lisa ended the embrace by placing her hands on Sarah's shoulders. "Look, I know you're incredibly embarrassed right now, but I want you to remember this feeling. I don't want you to make the same mistake my Lottie made and get swept up in something without fully comprehending the consequences."

"I won't Lisa, I promise. Sometimes I like pretending but I would never sign my life away."

"Good. Now, I'm off to my room for the night. If you want to carry on playing slave then at least bring me up a decaf tea. Milk no sugar. Ta," and with that she turned and left to go upstairs.

Sarah was in shock. She couldn't believe Lisa was so calm about finding her son's girlfriend slave naked in the kitchen. And not only that, giving her an order! Almost in autopilot she walked over to the kettle and filled it up, putting it back on the base and turning it on. Was Rob even aware she was home? From the sounds of it he was still busy watching the film and she'd certainly entered the house quietly enough.

She had no idea how she was going to tell him his mum just found her like this. And that she was now supposedly bringing tea up to her room. Maybe she shouldn't tell him, pretend the whole thing didn't happen.

The kettle boiled and she quickly made Lisa's tea and walked up to her bedroom and stood at the door. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this. She shakily knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Lisa was in her pyjamas in bed when Sarah opened the door and walked over to her. Her inhibitions regarding her nudity were certainly diminished by the fact Lisa had never told her to put her clothes back on, and instead was playing along with it.

"Thank you, Sarah. Just place it on the side," she said, eyeing up the timid naked girl before her.

Sarah complied without a word, placing it down carefully to not spill it. She didn't know what to do next, so she stood facing the bed waiting for another order. Her hands were together in front of her crotch to save some dignity, however her tits were fully exposed.

"If you want to pretend to be a slave you really have to work on that posture," Lisa remarked, taking small sips of her tea. "Present."

Sarah was shocked that Lisa even knew the names of any slave positions, nevermind ordering her into one. She paused for a moment, but reluctantly complied and her hands moved from her crotch to the back of her collar. She then moved her trembling legs apart. She was now fully on show.

"Good, you know the positions at least." She continued to eye up her body, letting Sarah know she was taking her all in. "I'm not doing this to be cruel, you know. I just want you to get a small experience of what slavery might be like. It's humiliating. If you feel humiliated now, it's what you'd feel on a daily basis, only worse."

She picked up her phone and started texting somebody, and suddenly the muffled noises of the film downstairs stopped, and the sound of Rob's feet quickly climbing the stairs followed.

He sounded frantic. "Hey mum I didn't know you were home when did you ge..." He shouted as he rounded the corner and entered his mother's room.

"What... the... fuck??? Sarah, what are you doing?" He couldn't believe the sight before him, his girlfriend stood obediently in front of his mother, her legs spread, her tits pushed out.

Despite him having seen her naked countless times, she suddenly felt a whole new wave of humiliation in him seeing her in this situation. She was speechless.

Luckily his mother spoke for her. "She was just bringing me up a cup of tea, weren't you, love? I found her in the kitchen like this so I thought I'd put her to use."

"Sarah, you don't have to carry on with this, you can go to my room and change."

He was right, why didn't she skulk away to his room to get dressed then apologise, and hope the whole thing could be forgotten about. She'd obeyed her without question.