This is the continuation of Sofia's story, the teacher sentenced to seven years of slavery for negligent homicide, and Miguel, her reluctant owner. Both continue their journey. The story takes place in contemporary Portugal but in an alternative reality in which slavery is an alternative to prison.
All characters engaging in sexual activities are at least 18 years old at the time of the events. I would appreciate it if readers could provide some feedback, as this series is my first attempt to write in English.
One thing I notice is that the story seems to have a life of its own, and I end up writing things that were not planned and probably this story will have more parts than I originally intended.
Thank you for the time you spent reading.
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Sofia POV,
I responded to Miguel's embrace, or should I say, "my owner." He looks at me as a piece of meat, but so far, he also treats me with some respect, considering that I am legally a thing and no longer a person. He also made me feel pleasure with my body. Until two days ago, I had never felt this type of pleasure in my body. I used to think that only Sluts let men use their bodies to get pleasure, but I am not a Slut. However, I wanted to feel that kind of sensation again, my vagina was still pulsating as the pleasure faded away slowly.
"Thank you, Sofia, I'm sorry. I did not plan this, but my desire for your body was stronger, and even so, you were a great partner, the way you behaved was...spectacular." His eyes looked straight into my eyes, he was sincere, what I saw in his eyes was the same as I was feeling, a kind of shame without remorse. I expected him to behave like this or even worse, but I didn't expect to enjoy oral sex in a restaurant, nor did I expect him to care about my feelings after, and he was a well-mannered man, with some kinks, yes but Miguel seemed a decent man my sentence might be less severe than I had anticipated it to be.
"Sir, you don't need to apologize to me. I really enjoyed the meal, and I fully understand you have the right to use my body as you wish. I... I know ladies shouldn't say these things, but Sir, I enjoyed the way you made me climax, I never... it was so good." I felt embarrassed about what I was saying, but it was true. Now, I had to compose myself and clean up, we both smelled of sex, and his shirt was stained with bodily fluids.
"Sofia, I'm going to the boy's room to clean up. Get dressed and clean yourself, then call the waitress, and pay the bill. Here take my credit card, the code is 1385. I'll have to give you one for your daily expenses, but for now, use mine." My owner had given me his credit card. He was the first man to do so despite the circumstances, it felt good. As I was dressing, I noticed that he had taken my panties and bra with him. Was it intentional or accidental? does it matter? I decided to dress and compose myself as best as I could.
The slave-waitress came back to me and presented the bill of €81.20, I paid, and I saw a look of astonishment and envy in her eyes. "You very lucky lady, your Master very kind Master." She said with a heavy oriental accent. When she bent down to take out the dishes, I could see she was naked under her fake silk kimono, I also noticed that her breasts were covered in bruises. I felt a pang of shame, maybe she was right and I was very lucky.
When Miguel returned from the restroom, I handed him the credit card and the receipt. "Shall we?" he said, offering me his arm. We walked again along the avenue of flags. He began reciting all the flags and their respective countries, even the most obscure ones. I thought I had been clever in choosing well-known countries and then an African one, but he had intentionally lost, and now he was showing me that.
I was pondering whether I should question him on why he had intentionally lost the game when the answer hit me. Vasco da Gama Shopping Centre, and at the front door, in red letters a notice: "All Slaves and pets must be leashed." He allowed me to win because he knew the bet wasn't fair, and possibly because he had already decided to take me out to lunch. I felt like a fool.
"I'm sorry, I know it's not necessary in your case, but those are the rules for all slaves. I won't tighten it, but you have to be careful and always pay attention to my movements so as not to cause any bruise on your neck," he adjusted the leash collar and caressed my face, but also unbuttoned two buttons of my blouse, my breasts became visible to all who cared to look at me. In reality, in a shopping center with three floors and various glass platforms and stairs, my breasts and vulva would always be exposed in one way or another, as my panties were also gone.
"Sofia, we need to go buy you some new clothes and I also want to take you to a Spa for a full treatment. But first, we must go to Fnac to buy you a new phone," and parade me around the mall half naked, he could have added.
"Sir, I thank you but I already have a phone, you don't need to buy me a new one. I also have plenty of clothes." I really loved shopping, but I felt an urge to get out of that place...Several men have already tried to look at the "Slave's breasts" through my blouse, but the women were the worst, they looked at me as if I was trash, "Slut, Whore" they whispered grabbing their husbands and boyfriends closer as if I was going to jump and grab then.
"Unfortunately, you cannot use any of your own garments. When the judge declared you a slave, all your assets and property, clothing, cars, jewelry, and bank accounts were frozen and placed under the court's custody. The only advantage for you is that all bank loans and taxes are suspended during your sentence, you won't go bankrupt due to being enslaved but the sad reality is that even by wearing those clothes you have on, we are technically committing a small illegality. Your lawyer, Meirelles should have delivered them to the court, after your public disrobing. But, instead, he gave them to me." It was yet another reality shock for me. I had not thought of it, but at this moment, even the clothes I was wearing were not technically my own. If I was not walking butt naked by a leash in front of all these people was only because of an act of mercy of those two.
The store we needed to go to was located on the third floor. we had to go up three escalators. I wanted to ask my owner why he made me walk through the mall, exposed to the lustful glances and mean comments of strangers. Why would he subject me to this form of public humiliation, when he himself had allowed me to wear clothes? But it was not a slave's right to question his master. But this behavior just seemed out of character to me.
"Fnac" was one of those stores where all nerds and geeks had to go when they went shopping. It was a computer and electronic store, a bookstore, and it even sold musical instruments and vinyl records. My owner was a frequent customer, he immediately went to the mobile phones section and spoke to the salesman. "Good afternoon sir! I'm looking for a basic phone for my slave here, I think this model for children would be the most suitable. What do you think?"
