I've come to enjoy watching a new slave marched down the corridor from the jail to be turned over to his or her new owner, and, seeing in their expression that realization his or her life had taken a drastic turn for the worse. In my case, that had mainly been women, but a few times, I'd watched a man walk out, pulled along by his penis. I wondered if, in that circumstance, I'd get hard or be too upset. I never intended to find out. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard one of the dozen or so waiting say, "Here comes somebody."
Ariel and Sheila were the first to be marched down the corridor. The guard dropped a plastic bag that I knew held the women's belongings onto the floor before unlocking the shackles that bound their hands to their waists. Told to kneel, the two new slaves obeyed but kept their legs together while waiting for the others to appear. I leaned over and quietly asked Beth if we should let them preserve any modesty. Beth giggled and shook her head as she got to her feet. "Hey, you two. Spread 'em while you kneel there. And put your hands behind your backs. Give everybody a good look at your goodies." I could see the anger flash across Ariel's face before she complied. She was too scared to rock the boat.
Beth's name was called and she went into the little office to sign for her new girls. She could handle this, so I stayed outside and smiled at the two lawyers. "Behave yourselves and you will be allowed to get dressed in a few minutes. Act up and your embarrassment will compound," I said quietly. I had zero sympathy for their plight and actually hoped they would do something so Beth and I could drop a hammer on them. I'd been told repeatedly this first appearance in public as a nude slave was defining. Every one of my girls remembered every detail of the experience.
I knew these women would have some extra memories when one of the people seated nearby suddenly exclaimed, "Is that Sheila Brock, the attorney?" The man got to his feet for a closer look. "Oh, my God! It is you! I love it! You can't believe how much I love seeing you kneeling there naked and collared!" He turned to me. "This bitch represented my cheating ex-wife in our divorce. The evil cunt did everything she could to destroy me. Well, this evil cunt helped my wife, the other evil cunt, do it. My wife cheated with her boss, and when I caught her, guess who paid? Bet you got it with one guess, ME!"
"It should have been a simple fifty/fifty split of assets. The kids were all in college except the last one, who was graduating high school. The wife made almost as much as money as me. But this bitch decided to insist we couldn't sell our house yet and I needed to pay to maintain our home for a place for the kids to go during school vacations and holidays. I knew the ex just wanted a place to entertain her boyfriends at my expense. That was just the start of the extra arguments. Then there was the idea of saving our marriage through counseling that I was supposed to pay for. I got that suppressed, saying counseling would not do any good, and if the soon-to-be ex wanted counseling bad enough, she could pay. But that was another round of delays."
"We had more delays and continuances than Carter had liver pills. Each time I had to pay my lawyer for his time. At least he started to feel sorry for me and charged me a reduced fee. He knew this bitch's goal was to see me drained of all my money. They did their best to destroy my company, but that was protected." The man snarled. "Brock's stand is it does not matter who is at fault or if one person cheated for months, the person to blame is the person with a cock! This bitch deliberately did her best to make sure I paid through the nose. I found out later, she didn't even charge my ex for those continuances. The goal was to inflict as much suffering on me as possible and punish me for having the audacity for getting angry she got a little strange cock on the side. My ex was later overheard bragging all about it to her friends." He turned back to Sheila, "Are you having fun yet, bitch?"
"I did what the law allowed me to do," Sheila said, coldly. When she sneered, I wondered if she'd momentarily forgot her position.
"Well, the law has allowed you to be naked and collared, on your knees and ready to be signed over to your new owner," the man said gleefully. "And I fucking love it!" He laughed and, after nodding to me, said, "My ex cheated on me with a married guy who was just out for a little sex and had no intention of keeping her, even though he convinced her they were soul-mates. He dropped her at the first sign of trouble to try to save his own marriage but that was a lost cause, too. He didn't want to see my ex again. My ex's next boyfriend helped her spend every nickel she got from me. She and her stud went on cruises and trips to Europe and Asia having a great time on her dime. She said he was her soul-mate, too. Then he dropped her like a hot rock once she was broke. Oh, I should add, he was an old college buddy I called up. I gave him enough information about her likes, dislikes, and special interests to convince her they were soul mates. Now she is a broke-ass soul mate."
The man turned to me, "Dude, any chance I can talk you into a few hours with this bitch and her partner there? I'd like the opportunity to do a few things to them that the law allows." Ariel stared at us, alarmed. I told him I was not their owner but to give me his contact information, and I'd see what I could do. "Thanks. I know she and her partner are lesbians. No telling if or when she ever had a real cock in her, but I'd dearly love to put mine into all three holes these women have." Both Ariel and Sheila looked at me for protection. They cried as the man wrote a note on the back of a business card and handed it to me.
By that time, Janice, Lydia, and Renee had been brought out and joined their former attorneys on their widespread knees. Beth emerged from the office and we went through the ritual of entering the slaves' information into our phones and checking the interface. One by one, I had the slaves press the spots on their collars to alert our phones.
We finally let the women don the clothing they'd worn when they'd turned themselves in a few days prior. While they got dressed, I introduced Beth to the man who had introduced himself as Howard. "I want to watch her first time sucking a cock." Beth grinned. "I'd offer you to use her right here but you look like a man with too many principles to do something out in public."
Howard grinned, "Not that many principles. I'd love to video myself pissing on the bitch and her partner and then post it on social media, but you probably wouldn't allow that. And it might get me in trouble if I did that here in the courthouse."
"Oh, I'd go for that in a heartbeat!" Beth said giggling. She grinned at Sheila who gasped and then sobbed. "But you are right, we can't risk getting into trouble by doing it here. I'll keep your number and give you a chance later to get a little revenge and use these two. I'm sure we can reach an agreement."
"Is it okay if I pose with the two collared bitches? I'd love to send out a few pics to my friends. I've told them about how these bitches screwed me over and how I'd love to see them suffer. Seeing them collared will close the loop, ya know?"
Beth told him to go ahead and ordered Ariel and Sheila to take their tops off. Howard posed with the two collared, half-naked women while I took several pictures using his cell phone. The pose we both liked was of him kneeling between the two, cupping a hand under the left breast of one and the right breast of the other presenting them to the camera.
"I love this," Howard proclaimed. "Me holding the bare tits of my wife's two barracuda lawyers and me grinning like a possum eating a sweet potato. My friends will love it. Gonna send the pic to the ex, too. If y'all ever need something from me, all you have to do is call."
We left the building, leaving Howard behind grinning, Ariel and Sheila sobbing, and the other three following, unsure what exactly was going on. They were beginning to realize Beth was not the rollover submissive they'd believed her to be.
Five slaves, plus Beth and me, meant we needed two cars to transport them all home. I ordered the three ringleaders of the contest into my car. Beth was left to convey the two attorneys. I knew she would hate that arrangement and would prefer to reverse it, but I'd decided to press my position and made the decision before she could. I'd tell Beth later how I used the authority she gave me to decide for her. I hoped she'd see it as another dose of her 'methadone' and not me pushing her further into submission. As I drove, I reluctantly wondered if some of my actions were more for my benefit than hers. I was getting a little perverse thrill to, maybe not push her buttons, but to tickle them.
"What is Beth going to with us, Mr. Landry?" Janice asked, tearfully.
"I hope she sells me to my husband, Boudreaux," a woman who introduced herself as Lydia said, quietly. "Boodie is gonna kick my ass up the wall and I'd deserve it, but I can't live as a slave and be used by a bunch of strange guys. I've used slave girls and submissive women but never touched another man."
I guess my smart-ass reply didn't help the situation much. I knew some of Beth's plans for the women, but opened my mouth and said, "Don't count on them being 'strange' guys. You might know all of them. Even though she doesn't talk to him much, she might start with her ex, Roger, letting him use you. He knows Boudreaux. Then she might contact your husband's other friends. A few of them might want a shot with you. Then the contractors that worked for them in the past. After that, she might let any male or female she runs into use you for a little fun." Lydia began bawling. The other two tried patting her to comfort her and I could tell from a few whispers, they were just as concerned about their own fates. "You women didn't seem too concerned with Beth's feeling, so why should she worry about yours?"
"Oh, that reminds me, Lydia," I said. "Roger said Boudreaux sent him a text a few days ago, telling him to talk some sense into his stupid-ass ex-wife or he'd lose the financing on his latest project. Now, we are pretty sure you sent the message using your husband's phone, but we wonder who, out of the five of you, thought to send that message in the first place. Boudreaux denied knowing anything about it. Any of ya want to fess up and beg for Beth's forgiveness?"
