Monday came and I had to get the kids ready for school and make sure they had lunch money. As I rechecked their back packs I had renewed appreciation of all the hard work Tammy did as a mother, in addition to this hard work she usually toiled at in her office five days a week. I was amazed at how she pulled it all together. It made me feel guilty as hell, I realized that I had been sloughing off responsibilities and letting Tammy take up the slack. I realized how much I had taken my wife for granted. Overwhelmed with guilt and conviction of my errors, I resolved that once Tammy was returned to me I would be a much more engaged husband and father.
At the mill I threw myself into my job. I got so much work done, I received a warning from the union steward that I was in danger of going over my quota and if I did not take it down a notch he was going to fine me. I slowed dow, But for the rest of the day I savored the routine and repetition of my job as I rarely had before. For the day I loved every moment of it. The hum of the machinery, the regularity of part exchanges, replacing the dies. Focusing on that took my mind miles away from thoughts of Tammy and Brandon.
Brandon's absence from the mill would not be noticed. He usually took Mondays off. I knew that during the month he held Tammy he would have to show up at the plant for at least a few hours for at least a few days. I assumed then when he did that he would lock Tammy away someplace, keeping her prisoner while he attended to business..
For once, my workday flew past like lightning. I just had time to shop for dinner and get home an hour or so after the kids. Fortunately they were used to entertaining themselves until their parents returned home. As I started to prepare dinner, little Gretchen volunteered to help. "With Mommy at school, you need a girl to help you." she said sweetly. I gave her simple tasks to do and she did not make a single mistake. Tommy set the table and promised to load the dishwasher after dinner. Usually he avoided chores. It occurred to me that after this month we might be a tighter, closer family That hope was a nice one to hold on to.
After making sure the kids did their homework and giving them some free time I sent them off to batch and bed. I had trouble keeping my eyes open as I read Gretchen her story. After tucking Gretchen in I crashed on the couch in the living room and did not awake until around four in the morning. Awaking on the couch, I made my way to the lonely bed in the room I shared with Tammy, but not before passing my computer. I had to see what had happened at Brandon's house.
The video opened to a branding iron resting in a pit of flame. It cut to Brandon with a malevolent smile on his face and Tammy looking concerned. Instead of a voice over, the actual conversation was recorded.
"Slave Tammy, your attitude since yesterday has been unacceptable. Foul moods and attitudes are not acceptable. For example you have not been sufficiently thankful for the jewelry I presented to you. We will have guests today. I have to show them proper hospitality that includes a happy slave who is eager to please. Since paddling did not work entirely last night, I now present you with a simple option. If your attitude does not improve, I will brand your right thigh with the letter "B." It hurts like a motherfucker and is without question permanent."
"From now on a frown NEVER crosses your face. You will be grateful for all the gifts you receive. You will be thankful for every corrective paddling. You will enjoy sex ALWAYS. Tonight we will have another Master and slave over for dinner. You WILL enthusiastically greet them. You Will joyfully, suck his cock and swallow his seed. You will enjoy eating out the slave's pussy, and enjoy it when she reciprocates or I will brand you. Attitude is very important for a slave. A positive attitude infuses her entire outlook. Your positive attitude is also a reflection of how well your Master treats you and loves you. Is that clear?"
Tammy nodded , replaced the concerned look on her face with a brilliant smile, and said, "Yes Master. Let me show you proper thanks for my lovely haircut and jewels." She knelt in front of him and began to eagerly suck on Brandon's huge cock.
"That is more like it." said Brandon as he was pleasured.
The next bits of video were mundane. Tammy and Brandon exercising together, the two of them racing each other in the pool and Tammy sitting on Brandon's lap while he fed her brunch. As in the day before there were loving shots of Tammy's fine body and lingering shots on her piercings. Interspersed were sequences of Brandon fucking Tammy. She appeared happy and sounded enthusiastic but I felt sure that she was faking.
In an extended sequence, Brandon narrated as he described how he prepared Tammy for that night's visitors. He tenderly bathed her, fixed her hair and seemed almost an expert manicurist as he painted her fingernails and toe nails a lovely tinge that nicely set off her eyes and hair. He applied subtle eye and face make up. I had to conclude that Tammy looked fantastic. Judging by her reaction when she saw herself in the mirror, she though so as well. Brandon took a great deal of footage of Tammy looking beautiful. It seemed that Brandon then spent some time giving Tammy an etiquette lesson.
Judging by a clock on Brandon's wall, the guests arrived at 6:30 P.M. He was a tall and very handsome African American and she was a petite yet sinuous brunette with long curly locks and a bald pussy. Like Tammy she wore a collar around her neck .Tammy bowed before them and then the guest female slave bowed To Tammy and Brandon. In voice over Brandon states that the guests were Master Derek and slave Emily. I watched as both slaves exchanged kisses and then stood next to each other while the "owners" assessed them and praised their beauty.
