Dave Buys A Slave Ch 08

Hey everyone! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter (it was honestly one of my favorite ones to write!), thus I have a pretty good feeling that you guys will enjoy reading it. As usual, feel free to comment or send a private feedback e-mail; whether it's pointing out mistakes I made, breaks in realism, your reader-theories (I've received some pretty interesting ones) or simply to say

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Don't worry; Ellie's story will collide with Dave's soon enough!

As always; consent in real-life is necessary.

This Saturday morning had started a bit differently than those before. Dave was normally a right-side sleeper, though for some unexplainable reason he just couldn't get comfortable on his right-side last night. Instead, he fell asleep on his back. Dave awoke to a strange sensation at first, before his eyes were truly open; a gripping and sliding sensation around his cock, though this was slow and deliberate. Dave started to rouse himself awake and shook The Sandman's influence off of him.

He fully awoke to a magical sight. Lauren his cuffed and gagged slave, was straddling herself on his morningwood. The dedicated red-head had woken up a few minutes before her owner. She reached into the nightstand and inserted a white ball-gag with the word

OBEDIENT

printed on the front into her mouth. After tightly buckling it into place, she grabbed a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back before she began riding her owner. Dave had fun with making Lauren wear novelty ball-gags in the recent past, and was happy to see that she had voluntarily adopted the practice. Dave was shocked with Lauren's initiative; it was usually him that made the first move, yet here he found that Lauren had willingly impaled herself on his cock.

Realizing that her master was now awake and fully cognizant, she increased the frequency of her bouncing, the springiness of the new mattress had aided her in doing so. Dave smiled as he enjoyed the low-effort fucking on his end. As Dave enjoyed the sight of her breasts flopping as she thrusted herself on his cock, he wondered if this meant that she had one-hundred percent embraced her new role in life or that she was merely buying some goodwill.

A little of both

Dave reasoned to himself.

Dave put his hands on Lauren's hips and pivoted his hips just a little bit. He lifted Lauren just a bit before he fully swung his hips around, resulting in a reversal of their positions, now Lauren was on the mattress and Dave was on top of her. Dave now dictated the pace, and he began to absolutely rail his slave, thrusting into her with a speed and tenacity with that of a man possessed. Lauren's soft moans became outright cries as Dave fucked her as if he was punishing her with his penis. Dave came inside of Lauren, thus marking the end of one of the most pleasurable awakenings he had in a recent while.

Dave pulled himself out of Lauren and then wiped his cock against her stomach, leaving a snail's trail of his semen and her vaginal juices as he did so. He then flipped her over and un cuffed her. Lauren wiggled her now-freed arms, though she waited for Dave to ungag her; she knew better than to even

think

about touching a gag that was in her mouth. The last time she did so, Dave slapped her petite ass, and

not

in a playful or sensual way.

Dave ungagged her, and now fully free, Lauren asked "Did my Master enjoy his wake-up call?" in a playful tone.

Dave responded by passionately kissing his captive as he pulled himself off of her.

"Of course I did, my little red bunny."

Lauren blushed as she smiled and giggled a little at how creative Dave was regarding pet names.

"Come on, let's take a nice

long

shower together" Dave suggested.

Lauren normally loathed the couple's showers they had, despite their frequency, as they were essentially glorified molestation sessions. However, today seemed different. Lauren's endorphins were gushing through her system, and she wanted Dave's embrace. As the lukewarm water cascaded upon the owner-and-slave couple, Lauren seemed to enjoy Dave's roving hands. Dave noticed and couldn't figure out whether it was a sign of Stockholm Syndrome or genuine connection, though his mind wasn't too dedicated on getting to the bottom of it.

The shower ended as the last of the suds had rinsed off of the both of them. Lauren was all too happy to towel off Dave. When his body was wicked dry, she kissed him on the cheek.

"The new soap is working, you're so much smoother!" she pronounced gleefully.

Dave had begun to use men's soap that had been formulated for smoother skin a few weeks prior. Lauren had practically begged him to do so, as she mentioned that his un-moisturized exterior felt like sandpaper against her during their abrasive sessions. Dave retorted with that he'd only consider it if she gave him a long and passionate blowjob. Dave had never received such pleasurable head from Lauren; she was serious with this request, and he was so satisfied with her handiwork that he agreed.

As Dave's roving hand's, this time covered with a towel, dried off Lauren, Dave kissed her on the cheek. Dave ordered her to make breakfast:

the usual

. Lauren complied as she made his bowl of oatmeal with an almond protein shake.

The couple ate peacefully; there was no discussion yet there was no tension either. It was as if Uma Thurman's relationship advice from

Pulp Fiction

had been confirmed. After eating, Dave got up from the table and went to his limited wardrobe, he donned a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey button-up shirt. Dave grabbed the yellow poncho that was hanging up in the closet, the same one he made Lauren wear when he first bought her. Dave then looked out the window to find that it was a grey and overcast morning.

Perfect

Dave thought.

He dug through the slave starter kit and stuffed the ear plugs, padded blindfold, and cuffs into the flap pocket of the poncho. He grabbed a spare ball-gag and crammed that into the pocket as well.

He emerged from the bedroom, poncho in hand, as he admired Lauren's naked behind while she finished the last of the kitchen clean-up. He hugged her from behind and kissed his slave on the cheek.

"I'm going out today, I'll be back in a few hours. You can have lunch without me" as he let go of Lauren.

Lauren leaned in and kissed her owner.

"Ok, safe travels!"

Dave left his apartment, locking the door behind him. He threw the yellow poncho onto the passenger's seat of his hatchback. He fired up the engine to his old hatchback and took off. He drove for about twenty five minutes and eventually arrived at his destination; a non-descript storefront in an isolated part of town; devoid of all foot traffic. The unmarked storefront had theatre-like curtains in the front window, the total opposite of what every other shop wanted. It was common for the unaware motorist to think that the place was for lease upon driving by.

Dave went inside the cloaked store front to find a dimly-lit receiving area. He strolled up to the front desk.

"David Parker, here for my 10:30 appointment."

The receptionist, an attractive young woman who was sporting a choker necklace with a padlock design on her throat, looked through the schedule. She had indeed found Dave's appointment.

"Here you are."

She typed an instant message to the storefront manager. She received a ping back almost instantly.

"Fantastic! You may follow me, Mr. Parker." She said as she locked her computer.

She got out from behind the desk and led Dave out back. Dave couldn't help but notice her attire; leggings that were nearly transparent as he could see that she wore a thong. Her toned legs were propped up by high heels.

Dressed for the job

Dave mused to himself, enjoying the view as they walked.

The receptionist led Dave to the store's

true

display, which wasn't visible from the street. Two rows of naked women, standing shoulder to shoulder, lined the left and right side of the Slaveporium's inner showroom. Every woman had her arms folded behind her back, an electronic slave collar, a number written onto her shoulder in black marker, and open-toed high heels. The all stood with their feet slightly more than shoulder-width apart and sported neutral expressions on their face.

Slaveporium was a chain of sex slave retail shops that catered to a higher income clientele. While they didn't have any multi-billionaires as customers, they definitely catered to a higher niche than the public auction houses did. Slaveporium specialized in younger, fitter and generally more attractive inventory than the auction houses did as well. Put another way, the public auction houses sold practical cars that got one from point-A to point-B, while Slaveporium sold BMW's.

The sales manager stood at the center of the room and approached Dave.

"Welcome, Mr. Parker!" He approached Dave to shake his hand. "What model are you interested in today?"

Dave looked cool and calm externally as he shook the manager's hand, but inside he had died and went to Heaven.

"Well, it's more of an

I'll know it when I see it

type of deal, so I'll keep an open mind for now. Mind if I have a look around at the merchandise?"

"Please do!" the manager enthusiastically replied.

"But first, some ground rules, Mr. Parker" he lightly grabbed Dave's elbow to ensure that Dave would pay attention.

"You may touch the girl's only with a gloved hand. We have disposable gloves available for such a purpose. Use a new pair of gloves with each girl" as he released Dave's elbow.

"Failure to do so will result in you forfeiting your deposit and you'll be asked to leave."

"Understood"

Dave realized that the sales manager wasn't playing around. Slaveporium wanted to protect their inventory, and as such charged an upfront deposit to view the merchandise and required an appointment to browse. Those two measures, along with the obscure storefront that was isolated from foot traffic were all done to protect the enslaved girls from rough handling by mere passerby. While Dave's signing bonus hit his account a week ago, and hence could afford to lose the deposit, his stinginess couldn't allow him to foolishly throw money away. He also envisioned a future where he might want to visit Slaveporium again, thus he wanted to maintain a good relationship with them.

Dave slowly browsed the aisles of captive flesh. Dave marveled at the different hair colors, skin tones, heights, breast sizes and eye colors available.

Diversity and inclusion

Dave jokingly thought to himself.

However, every woman was in excellent physical condition, there were no overweight girls for sale. Every captive woman sported a bright pink color on their nails.

"So, will you be buying your first slave today?"

"No, this will be my second. I bought a short, tattooed redhead at a public auction about four months ago, and I'm a happy man for it. However, I've always wanted a slave harem, hence why I'm here today."

"Fantastic. Maybe looking for someone with a slightly darker tone to offset the pale redhead?" the manager suggested.

The sales manager had seen it all before, slave owners tended to want one woman from each hair color. Men who bought multiple slaves often fancied themselves as collectors.

Dave donned a pair of gloves as he visually examined a bleach blonde with an affinity for nude sunbathing and large silicon breasts. At five-foot eight and 140 pounds, she was the largest woman in the room. She had the number 862 written on her shoulder. The sales manager noted Dave's pausing interest in her.

"Ah, this one was a former Las Vegas cocktail waitress that ran into trouble with the law. She tried to supplement her income via drug trafficking and was caught in a sting"

Dave caught hold of the term

cocktail waitress

and knew that she had been a prostitute on the side, as many of them were.

"She'd be a great addition if you frequently entertain guests!"

With the gloves fully on, he cupped her breasts, and then felt her stomach, then worked around down to her ass.

Nice and firm, they work them out pretty well here

Dave noted.

He asked the enslaved blonde to open her mouth and she complied. Dave plunged his gloved fingers into her mouth and ordered her to suck on them. She then started a slow and deliberate sucking of his three fingers, using plenty of suction and saliva. Dave was impressed that she used absolutely no teeth.

"As you'll see, all of our available inventory has been trained on proper oral technique, you'll never have to worry about a teethy blowjob again!"

Dave pulled his fingers out of her mouth and crouched down, He inserted two fingers inside her pussy to the first knuckle and started to feel around. She involuntarily winced at first, though Dave didn't spend too much time inside of her as he withdrew his fingers moments later.

Dave stood back up and looked into her eyes. She had dark blue eyes that Dave could tell still had a glimmer of hope in them. It's as if she wanted to cry out

Save Me

; he could tell that she still yearned for freedom

.

Dave lost all interest in her after seeing that.

Too much of a frequent runaway risk

Dave summarized.

Dave tore off his gloves and threw them into the trash can that the sales manager was holding.

Dave went around the room and his eyes caught with that of an enslaved Latina. She had caramel skin, and black wavy hair with brown eyes that hid an unyielding anger. She was five-foot-six and had natural C-cup breasts, with number 925 written on her shoulder.

"Ah, this one voluntarily enslaved herself to a local drug lord to escape poverty. It worked for a while."

Dave nodded,

Lucky bastard, I wish women voluntarily enslaved themselves to me

he thought.

"That is, until her owner died in a police shootout. She was confiscated along with the rest of his estate."

He donned a new pair of gloves and started to cop a feel of the Hispanic woman.

"She's bilingual, Spanish and English, so she's good to have around if you ever need translation services. Also, she'd be a great addition for anyone looking for some

exotic flair.

"

Dave noted a bit of fat around her hips, rear end and stomach, though nothing too bad; similar body composition to Lauren when he first bought her. Dave decided to test her resting anger face by kissing her on the cheek. She shot back an angry glare for only a moment. It was an involuntary, knee-jerk reaction; Dave could tell that she wanted to lash out for a split second and yell

You patronizing asshole!

though she clearly knew better. It confirmed Dave's suspicion.

Too much of a rebellion risk

Dave concluded.

Dave's eyes scanned the room, this time he scanned for the finer cues rather than the overt body types. He was looking into the eyes, rather than the breasts, of each captive woman now. Dave wanted to buy a woman that wouldn't try to stab him in his sleep, make a suicidal charge at the invisible fence, or hatch an elaborate escape attempt. He knew that the collar had already prevented many of these things, however he also knew that only a fool relies on technology as the sole risk mitigation strategy. Demeanor now mattered to Dave just as much as hair color, BMI or breast size.

Dave's eyes locked in on a slave girl, she stood near the end of the aisle. She stood about five-foot-five and had a toned physique. Her hair was a light chestnut brown, though had a touch of blonde highlighting in it. Her skin was a Mediterranean olive tone that matched perfectly with her light-hazel eyes. She had a sharp jawline, well-defined cheek-bones, and a pointed nose. She was most likely of Greek or Sicilian ancestry. She had the number 551 written on her shoulder, written so that it wouldn't interfere with the sight of her natural-though-impressive rack that bordered on D-cup. Dave

had

to go over and inspect her closer.

Dave walked over to her, sales manager in tow, as he stood directly in front of her and looked into her eyes. The sales manager went into her background, though Dave only half-paid attention.

"This one? She was a nursing student, though dropped out of school. She couldn't repay her loans and thus ended up here."

Her eyes stared blankly back into Dave's as her face remained emotionless; it appeared as if she were dead inside.

Already accepted her fate?

Dave thought.

He donned a pair of gloves and then stood behind her. He grabbed her by the breasts, pulled her towards him and leaned backwards as he lifted upwards, thus causing her feet to come off of the floor.

It's not every day that I lift a woman by her tits

Dave noted.

She had a mild and involuntary exhale out of sheer surprise but didn't scream or resist.

And still nothing

Dave noticed. Dave placed her gently back down.

Dave placed two fingers gently on her throat and then slid them down to feel her carotid artery. He found the blood passage and started to check for her pulse. It was far lower than he expected it to be.

A sign of some damn good training

Dave noticed with a smirk of impression

either that, or just massive repressed trauma

.

Dave looked deep into her eyes, there was no flicker of rage, longing for freedom, or hardly a resentful thought at all regarding the society that so easily subjugated her. Instead, Dave knew he was looking into the eyes of a woman who was present; truly

present

. He found a slave who had wholly bought into her role.

Something inside Dave just cosmically knew

: This is the one

Dave thought.

Dave ripped off his gloves and tossed them into the trash can. He turned to the manager.

"This one. I want to buy Slave 551."

"Great! "Let's step into my office and sort out the transfer of ownership documents."

The sales manager motioned "Right this way, please."

The sales manager ordered Slave 551 to follow along as well, and the trio left the showroom and went to a comfortable office in the back of the store front. Dave sat on a black leather chair that he sank ever so slightly into. Across from him sat the sales manager, perched in an ergonomic office chair that cost Slaveporium several hundred dollars. Slave 551 stood next to the sales manager's desk and faced Dave as ordered.

"So first, let's go over some details" the manager started as he pulled a document dossier out of his filing cabinet.

He laid the manila folder on the desk gently and opened it towards Dave.

"She has an implanted birth control device, installed seven months ago, so there is no need to buy birth control pills."

"She's 26, so still young enough to have lots of children, if you so desire" the manager added as he showed Dave the OB/GYN report that confirmed her reproductive vitality.

"While we're on the topic, her STD panel tested negative. She was tested last week and has been in inventory ever since" the manager stated matter-of-factly.

The sales manager went over some other run-of-the-mill medical documentation from her document dossier; things such as the cardiologist report, the dentist report, the orthopedist, et cetera. This confirmed that she had no known mobility or heart issues, and the dentist report showed that she had no cavities, along with a lot of cosmetic work done; she'd have a beautiful smile, assuming she was ever happy enough to do so.

"We did a psychiatric evaluation on her thirty days ago; she has no known violent or suicidal tendencies" the manager added, merely confirming what Dave's internal compass had already detected.

"Besides, she's an experienced slave, so she'll know how to properly behave" the manager added.