Hey everyone, here is the second-to-last chapter of the story. After the "Dave" story is finished, I'll likely write some more stories that are in the same world, though unrelated to Dave or this story. Currently, all I have are ideas and outlines; I'm not sure if they'll be novel-length or not. Nothing is certain at this point. Stay tuned for more...
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As always, consent is necessary in real-life, though you already knew that
One week had passed since Dave brought Ellie home. Dave had invited Ellie to sleep with him and the other two slaves on the king-sized mattress, though Ellie declined his invitation. She was, after all, still reeling from the whole situation. As a result, Dave had tasked Ellie with breakfast duty for every time that she opted to sleep on the futon. This was lass of a punishment and more a logistical move; this allowed him to play with both Lauren and Jessica first thing in the morning.
Dave noticed that Ellie's attitude had improved ever-so-slightly during the week. There were no more grandiose speeches about how she wasn't his property or brazen escape attempts. However, she still maintained a reluctance about her; she had not fully embraced her now role. She hemmed-and-hawwed when she loaded the dishwasher and was very snide with her slave-sisters.
It was Saturday morning once more, and Dave had opted to start his day like he did most others now. He roused Lauren up from her sleep as she laid next to him, Dave kissed her neck several times and licked her nipples.
"Wake up, honey bear" Dave taunted as Lauren was only semi-aware of what was going on.
Dave continued to fondle her, when Dave noticed that she was awake, and quickly ball-gagged and cuffed her. He decided to fully plunge his man-meat inside of her. As usual, he started off slow and then gradually ramped up the intensity of his fucking. Lauren softly moaned through her gag. Dave put one hand one her throat, and used his free hand to slap Lauren's breast as he taunted her while he pumped away.
The sound of Lauren moaning, her being slapped, and the motion of the raucous fucking had woken up Jessica. It took her a moment to realize what was going on, though once she did, she knew what was expected of her. She rolled from her side to her back and inched herself ever-so-closer to Lauren. She opened her legs, fully presenting herself to her master.
Despite the debasement, Lauren seemed to be enjoying herself. As she could feel that Dave was about to finish inside of her, she wrapped her legs around her owner, toes completely curled. As Dave finished, he noticed that her eyes rolled in the back of her head; she had experienced pure sexual nirvana. Dave then untied and ungagged her.
"Jessica, go help slave-sister Ellie with family breakfast." Dave ordered "Let me know when it's ready".
"Yes master" Jessica replied she got up and leaned in-towards Dave and kissed him. Dave had taken a moment to realize how far Jessica had come since buying her. Jessica had never resisted him; quite the contrary, she was a ready-made slave. However, he had noticed that her emotional walls had started to come down gradually since then. Jessica had started to show more physical affection towards Dave, even if she was completely non-verbal about it.
Dave plopped down in bed, and Lauren was all too willing to cuddle next him. The sweaty couple sat there in bed even as the aroma of pancake batter and sausages filled the air. Jessica entered the bedroom after what was not-enough cuddle time.
"Breakfast is ready, my lord" Jessica pierced the silence with her soothing, feminine voice.
Dave turns to Lauren and kisses her on the forehead "Alright, my little red fox. Time to get up."
Dave took a moment to un-cuff his precious redheaded slave. Lauren then scampered off to the kitchen where Ellie had just finished setting the table. Dave took his seat at the table before addressing his slaves as they loaded their smaller-than-his plates.
"Eat up, ladies" Dave proclaimed "We have a big day ahead of us. I booked us a private group outing to the beauty parlor."
This caught the attention of all three enslaved women. "Really? You mean it?" Jessica beamed.
"I do mean it" Dave replied. "Think of it as a family day, girls"
Lauren and Jessica flashed smiles of anticipation to each other, while Ellie's face mostly dropped with resignation. Dave and his three captives ate breakfast, with all but Ellie looking forward to the day's activities. Dave cleared his plate first and stood up from the table.
"I'm going to take a shower while you three clean off the table." Dave said. "Then you three will shower together and you'll put on the outfits laid out for you."
Dave didn't wait for a response. He retreated to the bathroom and climbed into the curtain-less shower stall and took a short, sexless shower. Dave took stock and realized how rare a slave-free shower had become for him; he had gotten used to fondling one of his captive women in the shower with him as he bathed. However, time was of the essence today.
He got out and towel-dried himself off just as the slaves finished clearing the table and cleaning up. As he saw them scurry into the shower stall, he laid out three sundresses onto the bed, each with a sticky note with a slave's name on it. He could hear Lauren and Jessica giggling in the shower-stall. Dave felt his heart warm as he fondly looks at the loving home that he's created.
The naked slaves get out and he watched them towel each other off, enjoying the view. Lauren and Jessica happily scampered to the bedroom to don their clothes for the day, while Ellie lingered in the hallway. After a quick slap on the ass from her owner, Ellie found the motivation to join her slave-sisters. Not too long after that, all three slaves were dressed in their approved sundresses prior to putting on their high-heels.
Dave took a moment and gazed at how well put-together the three women were. He was lost in his thoughts on how beautiful each of them were, in a slightly different way. Jessica was stunningly beautiful; the type of woman that nearly every man wanted. Lauren was attractive in an approachable, girl-next-door type of way. Ellie was the older woman who was still quite fuckable despite her aging. Dave snapped out of his daydream and pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened up the collar app. He set the three collars to
Tether Mode
, thus releasing them from the fence.
"Let's go, girls" Dave ordered.
Dave watched as his three slaves left the apartment and locked the door behind them. Lauren and Jessia seemed giddy about their upcoming day at the spa, while the look on Ellie's face showed that she was dreading the event. Every one walked to Dave's car and they all let themselves in after he unlocked it. Dave was taken aback by this, though he had to consciously remind himself that he didn't tie them or handcuff them. He had forgotten how used to assisting a restrained slave get in and out of vehicles he had become.
Dave fired up the engine, and drove off the lot. He wondered for a moment if he had made a mistake in not tying or cuffing his slaves for the ride over. However, Dave managed to rationalize his concerns away. Ellie was the only slave that had bothered to test the efficacy of the collar, and since her first day under Dave's ownership, she hadn't mounted another escape attempt. Few women were willing to leap from a moving car anyways, even without the looming threat of an impending electrical shock. Still, Dave wondered if by not restraining them that he was sending the wrong message.
Nah, Lauren and Jess have earned a bit of leeway
Dave thought, rationalizing to himself.
And Ellie knows that the collar will do its thing if she tries to run.
Dave pulled into the parking lot of a red-brick, single story building that lacked any sort of windows. Dave drove in past a chain-link gate that had barbed wire on the top edge, as did the fencing that surrounded the building. The sign on the heavy metal front door read
The Slave Spa
. The Slave Spa was a beauty salon meets tattoo parlor that specialized in slave-holding clientele. The building itself, along with all of the seats inside were designed to hold captives in place while they were being worked on against their will. Men could bring their enslaved wives here for their regular hair appointments, tanning appointments, nail colorings but also for things such as getting slave numbers, QR codes, or family crests tattooed on them. While the rest of society was too busy morally grandstanding when female slavery was first legalized, a few savvy entrepreneurs got to work filling the hole in the market. Thus,
The Slave Spa
