Dave Buys a Slave

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Dave awoke the next morning as he did most mornings; flanked by Jessica and Lauren in his king-sized bed. Once again, Ellie opted to sleep on the futon. All he could think about was a combination of the fresh ink on their right buttocks, but also about Ellie. Dave knew that Ellie still needed an attitude adjustment, and was hellbound on delivering one.

Thus, it was focus that got Dave out of bed on this specific Sunday morning rather than lust. Usually, he wouldn't think twice about moving abruptly in bed, as he didn't care if her woke up his two more pliable slaves. He made sure to get out of bed as gingerly as possible. However, Jessica was a light sleeper, and thus Dave's rustling woke her up.

"M-m-master" the sultry slave muttered as she tried break free of The Sandman's grip "Good morn-"

Dave silenced her by gently placing his hand over her mouth, sealing her speech completely. With his other hand, he raised his index finger to his lips as he gently shushed her. Dave leaned in closer to Jessica.

"Shhh" Dave instructed as he whispered into her ear "I'm taking Ellie for awhile. You and Lauren have the morning off."

Dave let the instructions hang in the air for a moment as Jessica nodded that she understood, as she was still hand-gagged. "Go back to bed."

Dave kissed his slave on the forehead and then tiptoed away from the bed. He was satisfied as he saw Jessica roll back over underneath the covers. Dave crept to the corner of his bedroom. He quickly through on a pair of pants as he grabbed his wallet, phone and keys, along with a few other bondage-related tools he wound need for Ellie. He then quietly grabbed the branded

Slave Spa

bag from the previous day as he left his bedroom.

He went over to the futon where Ellie slept. He pulled out his phone and then set her collar to

Tether Mode

as he left Lauren and Jessica in

Fence Mode.

Without any sudden movements, he moved Ellie from the futon to his shoulder, similar to how a firefighter carries a patient out of a burning building. She seemed to still be asleep for now, and for that, Dave was thankful.

Dave carried the enslaved blonde and his goodie bag down to his hatchback. He unlocked his car and set the bag down on the ground in front of his car. He then positioned his naked slave on the hood of his car, face down in a spread-eagle position so that her ass faced the windshield. From there, Dave took some rope and secured it around one of her ankles. Once her ankle was securely fastened, he discreetly threw the length of rope underneath his car and went to the other side. He pulled the slack out of the rope and used it to tie her other ankle into place, thus securing Ellie's lower half to the car.

Ellie had started to grumble and Dave feared that she was starting to wake up. Thus, he knew he had to work quickly. He took another length of rope and used one end to tie a knot around her left wrist, before throwing the slack underneath the front bumper. Same as with her ankles, he crept around the other side of her and used the remaining length to tie her other wrist in place. Ellie was now secured into place on the hood of his car.

Dave grabbed a novelty ball-gag from his bag, a bright red one with

SLAVE

printed across it and secured it into her mouth. He managed to securely fasten it around the back of her head. At this point, Ellie started to wake up and realize her situation. Her eyes opened and she tried to wiggle her limbs to no avail. She attempted to protest through, though the ball-gag prevented any intelligible speech or high volume from occurring. Dave crouched in front of his car, inches from Ellie's piercing green eyes and pointed his index finger in Ellie's face.

"Shut up" Dave barked "Shut the fuck up."

Ellie's eyes grew wide with fear and confusion. She had so many questions, but she was also completely terrified.

"The way you behaved yesterday was

unacceptable

. I will not tolerate any more insubordination from you, slave" Dave made sure to emphasize the fact that Ellie was his property. "So, we're going for a little ride today."

Dave removed her glasses and placed them in his bag. Dave tied her hair back to keep it out of her field of vision. He took out the box of Slave Contacts from his

Slave Spa

bag. He placed one jelly-like rounded disc in each of her eyes, and then backed up to see Ellie's reaction. It took a moment, but Ellie started to squirm and moan through her ball-gag once she realized that she couldn't close her eyes.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Dave grabbed his paper souvenir bag and hopped into the driver's seat of his car. He took a moment to appreciate the view; Ellie's pussy was pressed down against the hood of his car, and to the right of her sultry split was the QR code that proved his ownership of her. Dave smiled as he took stock of his blessings before he fired up the engine. Despite the roar of the engine, Dave could hear the high-pitched muffled squealing of his enslaved MILF.

Dave started by slowly backing out of his parking space. Ellie squirmed and squealed as it finally registered that her predicament was actually happening. She fought against her restraints to no avail. Once sufficiently out of the space, Dave shifted his car into drive and then slowly started rolling forward. He exited the parking lot at no more than 5 miles-per-hour, mostly out of courtesy to his fellow tenants and pragmatism than any actual concern for Ellie's emotional state.

He took a left onto the arterial road that his apartment complex has perched on. Dave then hit the gas and quickly sped up to thirty miles-per-hour. Dave normally listened to men's self-improvement podcasts, though opted to forego it on this Sunday morning drive. He was more than content to listen to the gagged cries of Ellie as his auditory companion.

A vehicle turned out in front of him on the road, and Dave sensed his opportunity. He began to tail-gate the driver in front of him. Dave brought his front bumper-and Ellie- to within inches of the motorist ahead of him. Dave maintained this distance for nearly a minute as he backed off. Dave took a left-hand turn to double-back towards his home.

Dave saw that there was no traffic in front of him for nearly a mile, so he decided to hit the gas pedal. He quickly gunned up to sixty miles-per-hour. Ellie wiggled her ass on the hood of his car, irrationally trying to break free. Dave took a split-second to appreciate the irony; the physics teacher and former airplane engineer really ought to know what would happen if she were suddenly released at these speeds.

Seeing the freedom of the empty road, Dave pulled the handbrake as he violently jerked the wheel to left. The car swung completely around and wound up in the opposite lane facing the other direction. Ellie's unintelligible pleas were drowned out for a moment by the sound of screeching tires. Dave was then struck by an idea.

The public library is closed on Sundays

. Dave remembered.

Thus, Dave began to drive towards the library in his town. It wasn't a far drive by any stretch of the imagination, however Dave knew that perspective was his weapon. For Ellie, each second was an eternity given her current situation. On his way to the library, he was stopped by a red light. A few other drivers and their passengers had noticed Ellie strapped to the hood of his car, and a few even pulled out their phones to document the situation. Ellie turned red from humiliation.

Wait until they scan the QR code on her ass

Dave chuckled to himself.

Dave received a green-light and then continued on his merry way. He eventually pulled into the empty square parking lot of the public library. Dave then hit the gas as he jerked the wheel and pulled the handbrake. He maneuvered his hatchback into making figure-eights onto the pavement of the parking lot. The pitch of Ellie's squealing cut through the roar of the engine and the screeching of the tires.

Dave then stopped more a moment to give Ellie a breather. Before Ellie could completely catch her breath though, Dave started driving his car in figure-eights again, this time in the opposite direction. Dave continued this for another few minutes, stopping only when he'd realized that his tires would go bald if he kept this up. He stopped for a moment as he contemplated his next move. He could see Ellie's feet were twitching involuntarily.

An idea hit Dave like a freight train; one last trick up his slave for this morning. He left the parking lot and drove at a reasonable speed for a few minutes. Ellie had a calmed down as much as she could given her circumstance. However, she began screaming through her gag as she saw Dave turn his car onto a highway on-ramp.

Dave merged onto the highway rather easily, as Sunday mornings were not known for traffic. He stomped on the gas and was quickly driving eighty miles-per-hour. Dave started aggressively weaving in and out of lanes as he got with a car-length of whatever vehicle was ahead of him. Ellie began to scream in absolute terror, though the ball gag had muffled it effectively.

Eventually, Ellie's verbal protests dropped considerably. Dave took this as a sign that she had enough punishment for now. Besides, if she passed out, that would defeat the purpose of the punishment; Dave wanted her to experience all of it. Dave took the next exit and pulled into an empty gas station. He parked his car out back, near the dumpster of the convenience store. Dave needed a moment to summon his best acting job; a part of him was enjoying this ride, though he had to convey authority. A minute later, he cut the engine and got out.

Dave knelt down in front of Ellie. "Do not move" he barked in a serious tone.

Dave untied Ellie's ankles and then her wrists. He collected the rope and threw it in the back seat of his car. Then he grabbed Ellie's glasses, and removed her SlaveContacts that kept her eyes open the entire time before putting her glasses back on. Dave then handcuffed Ellie and lifted her gently off of the hood of his car. He noticed how non-resistant she was.

Dave carried his captive blonde MILF over to the passenger seat of his car and gently placed her in the seat and buckled her into place. He got back into the driver's seat and then started the engine again. Ellie began to cry uncontrollably, as it hit her that her ordeal was finally over. Dave began driving home, opting not to say anything for several minutes.

Ellie's open weeping stopped and she was now just sulking involuntarily every minute or two. Dave pulled over on the side of the road and put his hazard lights on. He turned to his slave; his eyes met hers as he could see Ellie absolutely cower in fear.

"So, you're done resisting? You're not going to fight me anymore? You're going to follow my orders to the letter?"

Ellie nodded and muttered a semi-coherent "Ysh Mashdr" through her ball gag.

"That's a good girl" he replied in his late-night radio DJ voice. Dave reached out and started fondling one of her breasts. "Remember, there's nothing but love inside of my home, got it?"

Ellie nodded though Dave couldn't tell if it was because she actually believed him or just simply wanted the interaction to end. Dave switched off his hazard lights and merged back onto the road. A few short minutes later he was back in his parking spot at home. He unbuckled Ellie. Ellie was still too shaken to move, as she twitched uncontrollably. Dave went around to the passenger door and slung Ellie over his shoulder, not caring that his neighbors saw Ellie naked. He hip-checked the car door shut and used his key fob to lock his car.

Moments later, he walked into his apartment. The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air, which pleasantly surprised him. He set Ellie down and leaned her against the wall. He pulled out his phone and set her collar back to

Fence Mode

and then removed her cuffs and ball gag. He backed off for a moment and eyed Ellie, almost as if to see if she were capable of standing.

Satisfied that his traumatized blonde MILF had at least basic motor functions still intact, Dave rounded the corner into the kitchen and saw that Lauren and Jessica were just about wrapping preparations for breakfast.

"Good morning, Master!" Lauren beamed. Dave kissed her passionately "Good morning, my little red angel."

He turned to Jessica "I thought I told you that you two had the morning off. You didn't have to do this."

The Mediterranean model replied "I know I didn't have to" she paused as she looked away and blushed "I, I wanted to."

Dave kissed Jessica passionately too. He saw that four plates were already set out. "Ellie, come join your slave-sisters for family breakfast!" Dave called out.

Ellie sauntered out to the kitchen table, though said nothing. It was immediately apparent to both Lauren and Jessica that Ellie had clearly just been through some grave ordeal despite the lack of physical scars. Her slumped shoulders, lack of vocality, slower gait and thousand-yard stare were dead giveaways.

Jessica carries the hot pan over and starts plopping pancakes onto each plate. Soon after, everyone is sat down, though Ellie's face is blank and expressionless. After a minute or two of Dave, Jessica, and Lauren digging in. Jessica stops and fully notices Ellie being physically present but not all there.

"Slave-sister Ellie, aren't you going to eat?" Jessica asks.

Ellie nods slowly, though says nothing. She moves her hands up to grab the fork, though her hands are visibly trembling. Ellie struggles with tearing the knife into the fluffy pancake despite it being cooked to perfection. After a moment of struggling with loading the piece of pancake onto her fork, she brings it up to he mouth, her hand still shaking considerably.

Jessica intervened and took the fork out of Ellie's hand. "Here honey, let me help you"

Jessica guided the fork up to Ellie's mouth and gently inserted it so she could take a bite. Ellie did so instinctively, though she shed a lone tear. After gulping down the bite of pancake. Ellie turned towards Jessica.

"But...why?"

Jessica pulls the fork away and angles herself towards Ellie "What does Master always say?

There is nothing but love inside of this home

." Jessice answered her rhetorical question with a forceful tone that Dave didn't know she had.

Dave's heart melted as he listened to Jessica say those words. The culture among the slaves he had worked so hard to build had finally started to take shape.

Ellie couldn't fight back her tears anymore "Slave-sister Jessica, I'm sorry for every-"

"And I forgive you, slave sister Ellie" Jessica stated emphatically before kissing the blonde MILF on the cheek. "Now, do you think you can eat family breakfast with us?"

Whatever malice that Ellie had after Dave's punishment was completely eroded away by Jessica's kindness. Ellie's emotional defenses had been completely torn down by a woman young enough to be her daughter. Ellie gently took the fork from Jessica's smooth hands and found the stability to peck at her pancake.

Breakfast ended, and Dave left his slaves to clean up, per usual. Ellie was more than willing to help her slave-sisters, her heart still on Cloud Nine because she felt truly accepted, by a woman she had constantly scorned for being so submissive to their mutual captor. Ellie's mind raced again once more, feeling shame this time for poorly she'd behaved towards her slave-sisters up until now.

Later that night, Dave, Jessica, and Lauren were all settling in for the night. Suddenly, a barely-audible knock on the bedroom door caught the attention of Dave. He got up and opened his bedroom door, to see Ellie standing there, her hand hung in a quiet air of vulnerability. Dave stood at the doorframe for a moment, as Lauren and Jessica looked on from the massive bed.

"Master" Ellie asked in a soft tone "the invitation to sleep with you and my two slave-sisters" Ellie was walking on eggshells.

"Yes, goldiebear, what about it?"

"Ellie gulped "Is that offer" Ellie hesitated, she found it difficult to articulate her words "Is that offer still on the table?"

Dave let the words linger in the air for a moment. Ellie had constantly denied the offers to join her master and slave-sisters in bed, opting for the isolation of the futon instead. Dave put his thumb and forefinger underneath Ellie's chin and left it up towards his and passionately kissed her.

"Yes, my little blondie, it is. Come join us" Dave said in his late-night radio DJ voice. Lauren and Jessica's faces lit up as they grinned widely. Ellie walked over to the bed after Dave plopped himself in the center. Ellie nestled a spot between Lauren and Dave.

Dave woke up in the morning to an odd-yet-welcome sensation. The suction and stroking of his male member, lubricated by saliva. Dave was groggy and it took him a moment to gather his senses. He fumbled around as he gradually shook off the Sandman's grasp. He looked down to see a dream come true; Ellie had designated herself as his personal alarm clock as it was her giving Dave the unrequested blowjob. Her eyes met his in a submissive allure.

There is nothing but love inside of this home

.