Paper Anniversary
Today was special. Not just for Bill, or just for Lori or I, but for all of us, together. Today was the one year anniversary of Bill becoming our slave. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, minus a dozen or so hours, we'd dragged the luggage containing him out of the van we'd rented, down the long flight of stairs to the deep, windowless basement we'd had built, under the house set on it's wide, forested acreage.
A year ago we'd dumped him out of that luggage, sweating and sore in his hogtie, wild-eyed and screaming into his gag as the GHB's effects wore off, and lifted him up onto a table, and his new life began. It had been hard at first for him. Defiant, unbelieving at his situation, prone to angry outbursts and fits of crying. Through our careful tutelage and system of rewards and punishments, though, Bill had been moulded into exactly what we wanted and needed him to be: a careful, obedient and scared toy.
He'd endured so much over the last year of caning, whipping, flogging, asphyxiation, sodomy, electrocution and, just twice because he's a quick learner, needles. Of course, he'd also had the benefits of being our slave: drop-dead gorgeous owners, plenty of vaginal sex, the occasional teasing fellatio if I was feeling generous, and many milkings so complete that by the end his orgasms couldn't produce even a millilitre of ejaculate.
Today was going to be memorable. For special occasions, Bill could expect a lengthy session with novel experiences. Today would be no different, but itwould be one of the rare days where we treat him well. Very well.
Lori was the one to let him out of his box for the day.
"Good morning, slut" she said, sliding the latch up and opening the door.
"Good morning, mistress" our slave said as he crawled out and supplicated himself in from of Lori, planting kisses on her feet. Bill starts almost every day this way.
"Do you know what today is? It's special."
"Yes, mistress, it's been one year since I stopped being a real person and became a slave that you and Maam use for whatever you want," Bill replied, looking up from his hands and knees.
"Ah, keeping good track, such a smart boy. Are you excited? What do you think will happen to you? Ah, don't answer, just go clean up, sweetie." 'Smart boy,' 'sweetie,' Bill was relieved to hear these words instead of mean names. He turned around and reached back into his box for his piss pot, and plodded off to the bathroom.
When he came out twenty minutes later, shaved and washed (inside and out), he was surprised to see his breakfast laid out on the people table, and a chair waiting for him across from me and aside from Lori. He usually sits on the floor and eats. I met his questioning look and nodded.
"Good morning, Maam. Thank you for the food, and for the chair" he said, taking a seat. "And umm, happy anniversary."
"You're welcome, and good for you for remembering and keeping track. Scoot this way a little bit, spread your legs." I lifted my feet up and crossed them on his chair between his legs, my bare feet just shy of his cock, but able to reach it if I pointed. I used the foot on top to caress his thigh. Bill (his body, not his dick) stiffened up a little, wary of my feet being so close to his balls. He's had more than a few good ballbustings by them over the year.
"Relax, slut. Not that kind of day. Because we are such good slave owners who take such good care of you, we have, of course, planned out quite the evening for us all, but it won't be like our birthday parties, even though you did like your present so much."
On his birthday, we'd spitroasted him with silicone copies of his own cock while he was tightly tied down in an aggressive arch, and used his present -- a hitachi with a masturbator attached -- on his cock relentlessly. On mine, Lori had set the slave up wonderfully and we'd spent three blissful hours turning Bill's pale, flawless skin into a mass of red lines, scratches, welts and bruises. The only area left unblemished was the small patch of his buttocks that held most of his weight, his limbs spread out into space just begging for one cruel instrument or another. He'd been irresistible, afterwards, and the following days he'd spent so many hours with Lori or I rubbing and pinching him all over, carrying our full weight on his battered body.
Lori added from her place at the side "We've done so many mean things to you over this past year, haven't we?" She reached a hand out and caressed his forearm.
"Yes, Mistress, but I deserved a lot of them," he said, knowing what we expect to hear.
"So today," I said, "we thought we'd try something else. The last year has changed you so much, going from being an aimless, silly boy to such a thoughtful, driven slave who finally has a purpose in life. And you've changed Lori and I so much, too. We used to get bored, or have to keep finding new playmates and be so disappointed in so many of them, not ever able to act out our fantasies to the full extent. But with you, we can. So we want to reward you."
Lori was nodding along, still caressing Bill's arm. "It's true, slave. You've made us so happy. When we first got you back here and you spent those first few weeks putting up such a fight, I was worried. Yes, punishing you was fun for us, but we were scared that you wouldn't grow out of that phase and we'd have to start all over with someone else eventually."
Bill does not like hearing about how he's become such a good slave, it hurts his pride and sense of self-worth to hear about how he has slowly resigned himself to being a pain toy for a couple of sadistic women. That little part of his brain that still hopes to be saved from this situation was surely being activated by this reminder of how he attentively finds every way possible to ingratiate himself to us and avoid painful errors. The frequency of 'hard' days has dropped very much, particularly over the last few months.
Lori continued: "So today, we're going to reward you. Unless you do something really stupid, we're not going to hurt you or degrade you, even though doing those things makes us so horny and fulfilled as your owners."
"Umm. Okay, thank you Mistress. And Maam." Bill was obviously skeptical, eyes darting back and forth between us.
"Well, that's enough heart-to-heart, for now. Eat your oatmeal before it gets cold, and you still have to do your daily routine." That would be his stretching (he was getting so flexible) and studying for his test next week. His latest instalment on the road to becoming an honorary gynecologist was organic chemistry.
We people had life to attend to. I went out for groceries and lunch with a friend. Lori was winding down her job, having decided on a buyer for the engineering firm she owned most of, which created even more work in the form of legal and accounting consultations. Bill spent the next few hours alone downstairs doing yoga and making flashcards on the tablet we had given him.
For lunch, I brought Bill some Chinese takeout I'd picked up in town. I was mildly surprised with myself for getting excited looking forward to tonight, I'd been thinking about it all day. Before he ate, I had the slave unbutton and remove my pants, then laid back in my padded Owner's chair and treated myself to a relaxed bout of head. I gave Bill a long kiss and a peck on the forehead before sending him to his food, again at the table like a real person.
I went back upstairs for some yard work and some cleaning, while Lori spent some time in the detached shop this property had come with. We'd equipped it with all the fundamentals for both metal and wood crafts, and Lori was putting together a new suspension apparatus for Bill, who was almost now able to do a full side split under tension. We hoped he would enjoy it, it would leave nothing unexposed to us.
I had another visit downstairs to give Bill his preparatory instructions, then tore Lori away from the shop and we got ourselves ready. We showered and shaved upstairs, got dressed, helped each other with our hair and makeup, something we almost never wear downstairs. I even applied perfume, some
Noir de Noir
.
Entering the security room, we stopped to check the camera feed, rewinding to make sure Bill took his pills. Two of them he had taken about 45 minutes ago and he didn't know what they were, though he might be starting to feel the effects. The third we'd give him later. In a normal state he wouldn't ever need a boner pill for what we had planned, and he might not need it even now, but the first drug makes getting an erection somewhat difficult. Confirming that he did as told, we closed the outside door, and opened up the door to the basement.
Bill heard my heels clicking on the stairs, and was staring at us as we came into vision, feet first. Mine in medium height blue heels, Lori wearing some comfortable red sneakers. Lori had white fishnets running all the way up her legs, disappearing under cutoff jean booty shorts and a red belt. My legs were bare, but obscured above the upper-thigh by the blue dress I was wearing. It was a sleek one that hugged my whole body, and perfectly framed my large breasts, showing a lot cleavage. Lori's midriff was bare, her more modest chest was hidden under a short red tank top with the words "got milk?" splashed across the front. Her hair was back in a simple ponytail, mine down.
We had our hands around each others' waists, and as we descended far enough that our faces appeared from above the recessed ceiling that contains the stairs, Bill, from his place standing in the middle of the main room, appeared wide-eyed and mouth just slightly agape. We have that effect on people when we doll up.
Bill was wearing a red thong I'd laid out for him, and nothing else -- neither his 'butt slutt' choker nor his Reminder. His arms were wrapped around himself, stroking his own arms and shoulders. That might be mistaken for feeling exposed or nervous by an outsider, but I knew the real reason and smiled.
We slowly approached him, both of us smiling, until we were just a foot away from him, then stopped, waiting for him to speak first. It took a moment while he fidgeted and tried to think of the right thing to say, which the drugs were probably making a bit more confusing for him.
"You both look so beautiful." He looked away just briefly as he said this and blushed. We both saw it, and when I looked to Lori she had the same smile on that I had.
