Dave Buys a Slave

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The water in the pot had just started to boil as Lauren poured the rolled oats in. She dutifully stirred the oatmeal as it bubbled to prevent any of the breakfast grains from burning. Satisfied with the consistency, she removed the pot from heat and poured the contents into three bowls. She also had Dave's morning protein shake ready. She loaded all of this onto a tray and left the kitchen.

She didn't need to walk very far, Dave was in the living room with Jessica. The futon was flattened out into its bed configuration. Jessica was on her all fours, ball-gagged with a leash clipped to her collar with her hands cuffed in front of her. Dave, meanwhile was behind her and fucking her doggy-style. Dave had the TV on the local news channel; he didn't want to just live in a bubble now that he never left his home on most days. However, in this moment it was mostly just white noise, his focus entirely on fucking Jessica.

Dave was admiring the tightness of Jessica's vaginal walls. Despite being an experienced sex slave who was a few years older than Lauren, her pussy maintained an enviable elasticity. Lauren set the breakfast tray down on the coffee table. Dave nodded at Lauren- a form of an inaudible

thank you, honey

- as he drove himself faster inside of his newest acquisition. Dave proceeded to demean his new slave even further by picking up a flog and hitting her in the back with it.

"Don't just lay there, fuck my dick,

slave

" he said as he flogged her for star fishing.

After a few strokes to the lower back, Jessica became a more active participant in her own defiling, moving her hips back and forth ever so slightly even as Dave choked up on her leash.

Lauren felt perplexed as to what she should do; showering alone would not be tolerated as Dave would likely want to feel her up, and eating her breakfast before her master was not likely to be tolerated either. Simply standing there wasn't going to work either, since Dave would likely order her to get involved somehow anyways. The thought of licking Dave's balls as he plunged inside of Jessica didn't appeal to her at all, so she opted to play offense. Ultimately, she walked behind Dave and then got onto the futon. She was on her knees and positioned herself just behind Dave. She put her hands on the base of his neck and started to massage her owner, even as he was thrusting himself inside of another enslaved woman.

A few minutes after Lauren started working through the kinks in Dave's neck and upper back, Dave wanted to prolong his experience and felt he was nearing climax, so he turned his attention elsewhere. He turned to the television news broadcast; a female anchor, dressed with a choker locket, pushup half-cup bra and a revealing top, began speaking in a late-night FM radio voice.

"Today's top story, the trial for Ellie DeVille, former local high school physics teacher accused of embezzling hundreds of thousands of dollars from the district, begins today."

Holy shit,

Dave thought. Dave's mind began to race as he was considering all sorts of scenarios regarding his former instructor.

Dave snapped back to reality as he felt that he was about to cum again. He had fucked Jessica with a higher frequency than he must've thought as his attention was on the news broadcast. Before Dave knew it, he climaxed inside of Jessica. He slowly pulled himself out of his newest slave and then wiped his cock off on her lower back. He unbuckled her ball-gag and then he reached around her with the keys and unlocked her handcuffs.

Dave kissed Jessica with a passion usually reserved for couples leading up to sex rather than after it. After pulling his tongue out of her throat, he pulled himself back.

"You were such a good girl" he teased in a seductive tone.

Dave then slid the breakfast tray on the coffee table so that it was right in front of him.

"Alright, let's eat!" proclaimed Dave.

Although having Lauren live with him the past few months had stripped Dave of many of his bachelor habits, he still fancied the occasional meal on the futon. He turned to Jessica.

"Now, what do you say to Lauren?"

Jessica leaned forward so that Lauren was in her line of sight "Thank you for cooking breakfast, Slave-Sister Lauren" she offered. Her direct eye contact drove her message home; she was focused solely on Lauren at that point.

"You're welcome" Lauren hesitated "Slave Sister Jessica". Not knowing what to do, she leaned forward and puckered her lips, Jessica reciprocated and pecked her on the lips.

Dave liked what he saw, however this wasn't sexual. He was glad that his two slaves were getting along and not fighting for territory. He was also impressed that they referred to each other as

Slave Sister

. Dave took a mental note to introduce all of his future slaves that way.

This is how a cult starts

Dave gleefully noted.

The trio began eating, though it wasn't long before Dave started.

"Jessica, some days

you'll

make breakfast, because I'll want to enjoy Lauren first thing in the morning."

He took a slug of his protein shake "Besides, I want to see what you've got as well. If all you can do is be pretty and have sex, then I could just sell you to a brothel."

That last line caught Jessica's attention, as it sent chills down her spine.

"Master, I can cook and would be glad to do so" the olive slave replied.

"Give me a chance and I'll show you that I'm worth keeping."

Jessica had heard horror stories of brothel slaves regarding their quality of life, however short it was. She knew that being a perpetually naked 1950's housewife was a much better deal than that.

"I can't wait to see it then" Dave replied. "How about tonight then?" Dave proposed, though he wasn't actually asking.

"Use anything we have, surprise me. Oh, and Lauren cannot help you. Got it?"

"Yes, Master" Jessica confirmed.

"Fantastic" Dave curtly replied. "Now, come shower with me."

Dave turned to Lauren "You can take care of clean-up."

Both slaves replied with a

Yes Master

in unison. Dave kissed Lauren before heading to the shower stall with Jessica in tow. Jessica hesitated when she arrived to the curtain-less stall. However, Dave motivated her to get in with a gentle nudge that signaled that showering with him wasn't optional. The olive goddess stepped in and Dave stood behind her as he turned the lukewarm water on. After a few moments of being pelted by the water. Dave grabbed the moisturizing soap bar and started washing down his newest piece of property, as he ordered her to touch the wall in front of her and to spread her legs. The shower was a glorified grope session, though Jessica wisely didn't resist. Dave savored every square inch of Jessica's body before lathering himself up.

Soon enough, the pair rinsed themselves off and stepped out of the stall to dry off. Dave grabbed a thick and absorbent towel from the rack-Lauren practically begged her owner to upgrade from his hand-me-down towels-and roved his hands all over Jessica to dry her off. Dave put his hand underneath her chin and prodded her to look him in the eyes.

"Have I told you that you've been such a good girl since you got here?" Dave teased.

"No Master" she started "you haven't"

"Well, you have been" Dave answered before passionately kissing Jessica.

He plunged his tongue deep down her throat as she did not resist for the first few moments, though soon she started to embrace her owner and became a slightly more active participant.

"See? I knew that you were a good slave girl" he smiled and lightly patted her ass. "Now go take over for Lauren."

Jessica scampered out of the bathroom while Dave went to his makeshift desk to login to work,

Can't just fuck slaves all day

thought Dave

Time to work

.

Lauren bathed while Jessica loaded the dishwasher and started it. Dave checked his e-mails.

The first part of the workday flew by for Dave, he had a few meetings in which he needed to turn his camera on, thus he shut his bedroom door to signal to the girls to stay out. While his ownership of slaves was public record by law, it wasn't a fact that he advertised to others or discussed. This wasn't out of any deep shame or anything resembling it, but rather a matter of not being a show-off. Besides,

he

was the one who paid for them and, in Lauren's case, invested heavily into her body. Thus, nobody else gets to enjoy them but him.

After a few meetings, Dave wanted an early lunch, so he summoned the girls and ordered his usual; a hefty smoked black pepper turkey on wheat with hummus and spinach. He also wanted a tall glass of water to go with it. Minutes later, Lauren returned with his sandwich as he hand-cuffed Jessica and ordered her to get under the desk. He took off his pants and ordered his new slave to give him a blowjob. As Jessica loaded the male member into her mouth and started gliding her head up and down the shaft, he started to eat his sandwich. Lauren, once again, started to rub her owner's shoulders. Dave took the moment in, he was being sucked off by a gorgeous slave, as another pretty slave was massaging him while he enjoyed a fine sandwich.

This is the fucking life!

Dave silently appreciated.

Dave finished his sandwich, and after ten more minutes. He finished inside of Jessica's mouth. Per Dave's house rules, she dutifully swallowed his cum, then stuck out her tongue to prove that she had done so. Dave backed his chair out from under the desk and then let Jessica kneel-walk out. He stood her up and led her to the bathroom, where he poured out a paper shot glass full of anti-semen mouthwash and poured it into her mouth and ordered her to rinse herself out. After she swished and spat out, Dave kissed her passionately again as he cupped one of her breasts, which caught her by surprise. Dave pulled back off of her.

"You did a great job, my little olive fox" as he uncuffed her.

"Thank you, Master" as all that she could reply.

Dave ordered her to lie on the bed face down, thus she left the bathroom to go do so. Dave grabbed the red bondage rope, and a yellow ball gag that had

SUBMISSIVE

printed across the bright yellow ball. He silenced Jessica with the novelty ball-gag. He then hog-tied her as she lied on the bed; her soft and pedicured feet tied together, her knees secured together, as well as her wrists and elbows behind her. He brought her feet all the way to her butt and the tied them to her wrists. Dave made sure to tie the knots so that she would have no way to access them. He ordered her to wiggle her fingers and toes, and she was able to do so:

Good, she still has circulation

Dave's guilt was assuaged.

He walked to the foot of the bed and crouched down so that he was eye level with his tightly packaged slave.

"You're in

Trophy Mode

right now" Dave said. "That means you do not try to move, you do not try to talk or make any noise for the next few hours. You break these rules, you get punished. Blink twice if you understand."

His gagged slave blinked twice, her attitude matched the message printed on the ball-gag.

Dave had no more meetings for the rest of the day and hence no need for the camera. He had one audio-only call, thus he was able to summon Lauren into the room so that she could sit on his lap and he could fondle her as he spoke. She sat on his lap, gagged and cuffed; she knew better than to make any noise. Dave periodically checked back at Jessica; true to

Trophy Mode

she had not moved or made any noise. She had not struggled or moaned; Dave admired her cooperation, forced as it may have been.

The end of the workday arrived before Dave knew it, though he was still all too happy to log off. It's not that he didn't enjoy his new job-to the contrary, he was more engaged and time efficient than ever- but he valued his life outside of work more than he did at MegaCorp. After logging off, he went over to Jessica and ran his hand all over her captive, from the soles of her feet, down to her thighs, and copping a feel of her ass. He began to untie her slowly, starting with her ankles and knees. With her legs free, Dave then untied her arms and unbuckled her ball-gag.

Dave rolled her over onto the bed, so that she was face up. Jessica was still biting down on the ball-gag, and her eyes met Dave's longingly so. Dave lightly cupped one of her breasts and reached down to pull the gag out of her mouth.

"Who's a good little slave girl?" he asked in a seductive voice.

"I am" she answered

"That's right" Dave said before lowering himself down and kissing her with a force that nearly smothered her.

After Dave pulled himself back, he called Lauren into the room. When the redhead appeared, he helped Jessica up.

"It's leg day today! Now, were all going to the living room."

The two slaves nodded as they proceeded as ordered. He had his two slaves stand next to each other facing him.

"It's important to stretch first" Dave mentioned before he turned to Jessica "Especially you, since you just got out of a multi-hour hogtie."

Dave admired the view he had of his now

two

slave pussies as he guided them through multiple stretches. Although he purchased Jessica several days prior, he was still euphoric.

I actually have two slave girls. Pinch me!

Dave thought, clearly still on Cloud Nine.

After stretching, he guided them through a grueling routine of squats, lunges, wall sits, and planks. Dave kept the tempo high and the rests short. Before no time, Lauren was drenched in sweat, though Jessica had only a light glisten.

Was she an athlete in a former life

? Dave wondered.

After an intense several rounds of the circuit workout, Dave decided to end it. By this point, even Jessica was getting tired and Lauren had only been able to slog through with horrible form. Dave, too, was nearing his limit. He guided the slaves through stretching once more, this time instructing them to hold the positions for longer periods for the sake of injury prevention, though Dave still enjoyed the view of their naked physiques all the same.

After the stretching was done, Dave gave his next set of orders.

"Jessica, take a quick shower, then get started on dinner."

He turned to Lauren "When Jessica gets out, you and I will take a bath together". The obedient women softly echoed a

Yes Master

before Jessica scampered off to the bathroom.

True to her orders, Jessica spent no more than seven minutes getting herself cleaned off. A part of her did not want to anger her new master by taking too long, but another part of her was eager to display her culinary skills. She feared that Dave was right; if all she had were her looks and her body, then she'd be sold to a brothel. Additionally, she was forced to skip lunch thanks to spending mid-day in

Trophy Mode

, so she wanted some food too.

She exited the bathroom and proceeded straight to the kitchen without saying a word. Dave lightly slapped Lauren on the ass cheek as a way to signal

Let's Go

. Once they arrived at the stall, Lauren plugged the drain in the stall and then began to fill the tub with lukewarm water as Dave undressed. Once it got to about half-way full, Dave entered the tub and got himself into position. A minute later, Lauren joined in after more water entered. Dave took the moisturizing soap bar and started to lather up his redheaded slave, as he had done some many times previously. Dave had taken his time so that he could enjoy the texture of his noticeably-firmer slave.

Lauren seemed to enjoy Dave's roving hands, as she smiled and leaned into him. As Dave finished feeling every square inch of her body She turned to Dave slightly.

"My turn!"

Dave handed over the bar of soap, and Lauren began to run her hands across Dave's body. After a few moments, Lauren broke the silence, reassured by the sounds of pots and pans banging in the kitchen as her privacy shield.

"Master, I" she hesitated "I have something to tell you."

Dave feared the worst. He feared the

I'm pregnant

line, as unlikely as that was. He had ensured that Lauren had taken her monthly pill. Although, he knew that no form of birth control was 100% effective. While he wasn't against the idea of kids, he wanted to expand his slave harem and his net worth beforehand.

"What is it?"

Lauren stopped lathering him up for a moment and looked deep into his eyes.

"I love you, Master" Dave felt a tinge of relief as he dodged the pregnancy conversation.

However, Dave's mind wasn't wholly prepared for her proclamation. Dave didn't fear commitment like most men his age; after all, slave purchases were final, and one doesn't buy a captive woman if they aren't ready to assume the responsibility of long-term ownership. Dave was wondering if this was a Machiavellian ploy on Lauren's part to lower his defenses, or Stockholm Syndrome taken to its logical conclusion.

Fuck it

Dave thought

I don't care which one it is

.

"I love you too, my little red dove" Dave responded.

Lauren's face lit up with utter joy; she clearly was not expecting a reciprocal response from her owner.

"So, does that mean that we can be together forever?" she asked, with a noticeably perked enthusiasm.

"If you keep being a good girl, then yes, I'll own you until death does us part" Dave stated with conviction.

There was no arguing against the fact that her presence has been an overwhelmingly positive impact on his life. She squealed incoherently and then excitedly hugged her master with a level of force that he didn't know she had. Some bath water splashed out of the tub, but Dave didn't seem to care. Lauren released him and then got back to work cleaning off her owner.

After he was lathered up, Lauren leaned into him and cuddled with him for a blissfully ignorant amount of time. Jessica entered the bathroom's open door and knelt down near the tub. She leaned over to Dave and spoke in a soft voice.

"Master, dinner will be served in 10 minutes."

Jessica opted for the close delivery rather than yelling it from the kitchen, the latter option was akin to raising her voice at her master-something she knew better than to do.

Dave thanked Jessica as a means of dismissing her and then prodded Lauren to get up. Lauren pulled the plug on the drain, and the bath water quickly flushed out. The pair turned on the shower head and quickly rinsed themselves off. It was as if Jessica's gentle announcement had made them hungrier, and hence spurred them onto action. As soon as their suds were rinsed off, the shower head was shut off, and both master and slave toweled each other off pragmatically rather than sexually. Lauren scampered to the kitchen while Dave went to his bedroom to put on a t-shirt and some basketball shorts.

He emerged from his bedroom with a sight to behold. His two naked and collared slaves cooperating. Lauren set the table while Jessica was plating the food; Dave approached the table and took his seat, with Lauren soon following. Jessica presented them with their dishes.

"Chicken parm with freshly grated cheese, along with rice and peas" Jessica described in a soft voice.

Jessica grabbed her plate and sat at the table, though she waited in anticipation. Dave used the side of his fork and was able to cut off a piece of the fried chicken breast, ensuring that some of the homemade tomato sauce and cheese came along for the ride. The spices used in the chicken's coating hit Dave immediately.