Dave Buys A Slave Ch 02

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Dave gleefully drove home, with his left hand on the steering wheel at the 12-o'clock position. His right hand was placed on the inner thigh of Number 14362. Initially, she winced at first; after all it's natural since she was blindfolded and her ears were plugged. Despite how clammy her skin was, he spent the 45-minute commute home slowly stroking her thigh in a pacing motion, from her knee all the way, up her thigh. stopping just before her vagina. She was

his

now, and he wanted to enjoy his latest purchase.

Dave played a men's self-improvement podcast through the car stereo system as he drove. While he enjoyed the content and was a regular listener, this podcast had a secondary purpose; as an insurance policy. Dave wasn't sure about the efficacy of the ear plugs, thus he wanted to provide background noise to ensure that she couldn't detect any environmental cues such as nearby sirens, road work, pedestrian chatter and so on.

Dave pulled into his parking spot at the apartment he lived in. Upon shutting off the engine, he re-buttoned the last three buttons on Number 14362's poncho and removed her ear plugs. He exited the vehicle and went to his hatchback trunk and grabbed the box containing the starter kit and the documentation with one arm and closed the hatch. He then went over to the passenger side door. After unbuckling Number 14362, he guided her up and out of the car just as gently as he did 45 minutes prior. Once she was out of the car and safely standing, he grabbed the end of her chain-leash, car keys still in hand. He hip-checked the passenger door closed and awkwardly pointed his key fob at his car and pushed the button to lock the car.

Dave gave another gentle tug on the leash to signal to Number 14362 that it was time to get moving. Once again, Dave intentionally slowed his gait in order to accommodate her. Upon reaching the four-step staircase at the front door, he wrapped his arm around her and told her when to step upwards. Again, she leaned into his guiding arm, seemingly thankful for the assistance. He repeated this routine moments later as he walked down an indoor flight of stairs. After a few more steps, they arrived at the front door to his apartment.

Dave unlocked his front door and then shimmied his keys back into his pocket and gave the leash one last gentle tug. Number 14362 walked into the unit, as she could notice the flooring underneath her high heels change. Dave closed and locked the apartment door behind them and instructed her to wait right where she was as he placed the box down in his bedroom. He returned to Number 14362 to unbutton all of the buttons on her poncho. After removing the yellow poncho and hanging it up on a wall-mounted coat rack, he then slowly removed her blindfold; he didn't want to painfully flood her eyes with too much light at once.

"Welcome!" Dave started eagerly, "It may not be much, but it's your new home". Number 14362 looked around to survey her surroundings.

"Here, let me give you the grand tour" Dave stated, though he had a quick change to his plan.

"If you promise to be a good girl, and not do anything stupid like get violent, try to run away, or scream, I'll take off your cuffs, heels and gag." Dave offered

"Can you be a good girl and behave?". An enslaved woman can be referred to as a

girl

regardless of her age as society had long removed that social faux pas surrounding that term's use on adult women.

Number 14362 nodded in agreement. Dave then obliged by unbuckling the clasp on her high heels. As soon as she felt the clasps were loose, she gingerly stepped out of the feminine footwear. Dave then neatly put her shoes by the door, so as to not create a tripping hazard. Next Dave removed the ball gag from her mouth and tossed it onto his bed.

Finally, he removed her handcuffs. Number 14362 slowly moved her hands in front of her to rub her wrists;

She must've been wearing this stuff for hours

Dave thought.

"Thank you, Sir" Number 14362 warmly stated.

"You're very welcome, and thank you for being a such a good girl so far" Dave retorted before kissing her on the cheek. "I don't feel like calling you

Number 14362

. What's your actual name?"

"Lauren" the redheaded slave answered.

"Such a pretty name for such a pretty slave girl" Dave kissed her once again as she remained motionless. "Now, about that grand tour".

Dave tugged on her leash and lead her first to the bedroom. Lauren was shocked at how bare it was; nothing more than a large full-sized mattress atop a box spring and plain metal frame, not a head board in sight. Dave's bedroom also had a makeshift desk comprised of an old piece of plywood laying across two half-sized filing cabinets. On the desk was only an alarm clock and a laptop. The desk-in-name-only had an old chair that resembled the one in the finance manager's office. The box Dave was carrying sat in the corner of the room by a secondary door, presumably a clothes closet.

Dave started "This is my" he stopped himself "

our

new bedroom. You'll notice how I don't have a slave crate." Dave pointed out.

Lauren knew it was common practice for owners to force their new acquisitions to sleep in what were essentially large dog crates for the first several weeks in order to

break

their slaves. She was a little relieved when she saw that wasn't the case here. Dave turned to her and looked intently into her eyes

"Here's the deal. You'll sleep in the warm, soft bed with me by default. However, if you start misbehaving, I won't hesitate to buy a crate and you'll sleep in that until you learn to be a good girl again. The bed is yours until you do something stupid to lose it. Got it?"

"Yes Sir" Lauren replied.

"Fantastic" Dave answered. "The desk is off-limits for now". Dave stated bluntly. He tugged on her leash. "It's time to see the kitchen"

After a few steps, she scanned the kitchen. Little more than a wrought-iron patio table with a tempered glass top, two wooden chairs that had clearly seen better days, an old milk crate, and a counter top with the bare essential small appliances. She also mentally noted that the dishwasher looked fairly new.

"Here's the kitchen and dining room area" Dave mentioned. He opened a door to the pantry and to the fridge and freezer to show her the contents.

"Don't worry, I eat pretty healthy and so won't you. We'll use the SlaveFeed for the first few days until we figure what groceries to buy. I don't intend on keeping you on that stuff for very long". Lauren was further relieved.

Dave continued "Cleaning chemicals and dishwasher pods under are under the sink. However, I promise that most of our couple-time will not be spent cleaning." Dave paused. "Any questions so far?"

"Will I be allowed to cook?" Lauren asked, in a tone softened by nerves.

"

Allowed?

" Dave stressed "Yes! In fact, I'd prefer that. My culinary skills are not that impressive. In fact, you might prefer the SlaveFeed to my normal diet." Dave joked. "So yes, you'll be allowed to cook for yourself...

if

you behave. Got it?"

"Yes Sir" Lauren replied.

"Great, now let's get to the living room" Dave motioned.

The living room had a three-foot-high display case that was stuffed with books, as well as a futon. On top of the case was an old TV. The living room wall had a sliding door and vertical blinds that were closed. Other than that, the room had little else besides workout equipment; an exercise bike, a set of resistance bands, and dumbbells of varying weights.

"Honestly, I don't use this room much besides working out." Lauren noticed that Dave was quite strong, despite the fact that he was wearing a buttoned-up shirt and his sleeves rolled half-way up. His forearms were both large and vascular, which served to confirm his claims of frequently working out.

"Fitness is one of my few hobbies. Thus, we'll be working out together." Dave said matter-of-factly. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you won't get injured" Dave reassured.

Dave turned his attention to the TV. "My friends let me use their streaming accounts, so we can have movie night as a reward if you serve me well." He pauses again "Any questions?"

Lauren pointed to the Roomba unit that sat in the corner of the room. Dave started

"Oh yeah, that is a dual-unit. It vacuums carpet and mops hard flooring automatically. Isn't technology nowadays great?" Dave quipped. "Like I said, I have other plans for how your time will be spent here than simply being a maid."

"Do you still own a regular mop and vacuum?" Lauren asked.

Dave pointed towards a closet by the entry to the apartment. "Yes, in there". Dave motioned. "To wrap up the tour, I'll show you the bathroom".

He tugged on her leash and a few steps later, they stood in the small bathroom. Lauren immediately noted that the shower stall had no curtain. Merely a single bottle of male body wash stood in the shower stall. He also opened the under-sink storage and swung open the dirty bathroom mirror. The mirror-cabinet contained very few items, just Dave's razor, deodorant and dental hygiene tools. Under the sink had only a bottle of bleach and an old first-aid kit.

"See? Plenty of room to store the feminine hygiene and beauty products that you'll need"

"Thus concludes the grand tour." Dave summed up. "Now I'll get the actual collar and fence set up."

Dave tugged Lauren's leash to the bedroom. He lifted up the corner of his bed frame, and slid the end of Lauren's leash under the foot of the caster-less frame. The foot of the bedframe fit through the end link of the chain after some percussive persuasion by Dave. After a few short moments, Lauren was now effectively secured to the bedframe. Dave kisses her on the cheek.

"Feel free to sit on the bed and get comfortable" Dave offered.

Dave opened the slave starter kit's box and pulled out the electronic slave collar and the invisible fence sensors. Dave used one of his rarely-used keys to tear open the clamshell packaging of the invisible fencing sensors.

Whoever packaged this should be dragged out back and shot

Dave lamented to himself as he struggled with the clamshell packaging.

After a few lowly muttered profanities by Dave, the packaging gave way and Dave thumbed open the brief instruction manual. He skimmed its contents before figuring out what he needed to do. He pulled out his phone and started to download the associated app that controls the fence and collar.

While that was downloading, he opened the bedroom closet door to grab his toolbox. Lauren glanced inside and saw that the closet was empty save for the toolbox, an imposing-looking safe, and a small wardrobe. He pulled out his Phillips screwdriver, grabbed a sensor and it's mounting brackets and screws. He started putting one sensor at the upper corner of the wall in his bedroom where the ceiling met the wall, neatly tucked all the way back. Dave admired the fact that the kit came standard with reverse-thread screws Thus,

lefty-loosey righty-tighty

would not work on these mounting brackets, and most slave girls weren't aware of the existence of reverse-threaded screws. Dave threaded the screws through the openings of the bracket and forcefully drove the screws into the wall.

If the lease allows me to hang shelving, then they'll allow this

Dave rationalized. If not, then he was okay with losing his security deposit; it was well-worth the trade-off.

Dave grabbed the remaining three units and left the bedroom. He set up the remaining three units in such a way that every square inch of the apartment's interior would be covered by the invisible fencing. Thus, one unit went in the top corner of the living room, one went into the top corner of the kitchen, tucked behind the fridge, and one went into the shower stall, high above the shower head. Like the bedroom unit, each of the other three sensors were tucked in the corner of where the ceiling met the wall. Dave gave each unit he secured into place a forceful tug to test his handiwork,

Yeah, that ain't going anywhere

Dave thought as he evaluated his handiwork.

He returned to the bedroom and used one of his rarely used keys to once again puncture the clamshell packaging of the associated electronic slave collar.

Seriously, by fucking firing squad

Dave thought as he fumed about the packaging before the plastic submitted to the tortional stress of his might.

Again, he flipped through the manual, which essentially echoed everything the finance manager had told him. Dave unlocked his smartphone and found that the app had finished downloading. He opened the app, and it automatically asked Dave to put in the serial number of both the invisible fence and the slave collar. He found the clamshell packaging remnants and typed both lengthy alpha-numeric codes in. Dave waited eagerly for the connection to occur. It had taken a bit longer for it to do so as Dave only used a heavily encrypted home internet network; Dave valued privacy and security, and was more than willing to trade some top-end speed that he never actually used to achieve those ends. After a few pulse-pounding seconds, a green check mark lit up on screen.

The screen read a message congratulating Dave on syncing the collar to the invisible fence. Dave wanted to test the invisible fencing for efficacy. He held the collar in his hand and tried to walk out the door of his apartment. Instantly, a sharp burning and stabbing pain coursed through his entire system. Dave doubled over in pain as his muscles seized immediately; the electricity tortured him for what felt like an eternity. Dave lost his balance and fell backwards, back into the safe confines of his apartment. Once back inside the threshold of the doorway, the electric shock stopped as suddenly as it started.

Yeah, it's working now

. Dave quickly surmised the hard way as he was still hunched over in pain, his heart rate noticeably higher and his chest hurting from the multi-second ordeal. He turned back and saw that Lauren had observed Dave's test. As their eyes met, her face had a look of absolute horror.

Dave collected himself for a moment. He got up, collar in hand, and entered the bedroom and approached Lauren. He ordered her to sit on the bed and to hold her hair out of the way of her neck, and she complied immediately. Dave swung the collar around her throat and secured the locking mechanism behind the back of her neck; skin tight, but not enough of a grip to choke her in any way. Dave wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissed her on the cheek and whispered softly into her ear.

"It's only jewelry unless you decide to do something stupid. Understand?" Lauren let out a barely audible whimper but nodded her head to signal that she understood.

"Fantastic" Dave said as he kissed her again. He followed up with "Now, let's get that old metal collar off of you".

Dave retreated to his tool box and grabbed his flathead screwdriver. He walked back towards Lauren and instructed her to be still

"I don't want to hurt you" Dave mentioned.

Lauren obeyed as Dave wedged his flathead screwdriver into the crease of the old metal collar. He grabbed the collar with one hand and started to torque on the screwdriver's handle with the other hand. After a few tense moments, the stamped rivet gave way and the collar was loose enough to pry open with bare hands. Dave forced open the collar and both he and Lauren breathed a sigh of relief. Dave lifted up the corner of the bed that Lauren was sitting on, ripped out the end of the chain leash, and gently set the bed back down. Lauren noticed this impressive feat of strength and how unencumbered Dave seemed to be by that level of exertion, being both awestruck and mildly fearful of how physically strong her new owner was. Dave gathered the chain leash, old collar and clamshell packaging and set all of it into his toolbox, before placing the tool box back inside his closet.

"Now let's go to the futon." Dave ordered "We need to go over the ground rules".

Lauren nodded as he helped her off of the bed. He grabbed a white legal pad and pen from his makeshift desk. He held her hand as they walked to the living room, still relishing the fact he now owned her as he admired her naked body. Dave released her hand and flattened the futon from its couch configuration to its bed configuration. He motioned for Lauren to have a seat. She sat on the futon cross-legged, her breasts, vagina, and soles of her pedicured feet on full display, and then Dave sat down facing her.

Dave held one of her hands. "Alright. Rule One, this goes without saying, but no escape attempts. Even if you do somehow get past the invisible fence, the authorities will just bring you back to me as soon as you're found, so there's really no point in trying anyways" Dave stated coldly. In the eyes of the law, escaped slave girls were essentially treated as children who had run away from home, except with none of the social worker investigations that followed reunification.

"Got it?" Lauren nodded to show she understood.

"Good". He wrote

Rules

on the top of the page, and then

no escapes

as a bullet point.

"Next, another

goes without saying

rule, but I'll say it anyways: No violence" Dave mentioned as he wrote

no violence

onto the pad in another bullet point. "Not only am I stronger than you, but even if you poison me or kill me in my sleep, the slave collar would ensure your demise soon afterwards" Dave paused "and it

won't

be a pleasant ending". "So again, there's really no point in doing that. Got it?"

Laurn nodded. "Good!" Dave replied to her non-verbal declaration.

"So, onto rule three, another no brainer" Dave started. "Do not resist my sexual or romantic advances." Dave wrote that third bullet point on the legal pad. "The more you resist, the less pleasurable

for you

it will be" Dave nodded as he leered into her eyes. She visibly winced a little as he said that, as if she intuitively knew that was not a hollow threat.

"Understand?" Lauren nodded yet again.

"Good". Dave paused "Lauren-honey, you're doing so good thus far. Keep it up, okay?" Dave asked rhetorically before kissing her on the cheek yet again.

"Consider this as Rule 3A" Dave continued "You are to be naked and barefoot in my presence at all times, unless I order otherwise". Dave added "Similarly, you are

not

to hide your body from me. Understand?" Dave asked and Lauren nodded.

"Fantastic" Dave noted as he wrote down

naked/barefoot

and

no hiding your flesh

as a sub-bullet point.

"Next, as I mentioned earlier; I'm big into fitness, and as my slave, you will be too. Under my guidance, you will keep yourself fit." Dave stated, though he tried to conceal that fact the he currently found her attractive.

"Also, you'll keep all of your nails trimmed and painted a bright color." Dave write the fourth bullet point of

maintain fitness and keep nails trimmed/painted

. "Easy enough to understand?"