☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's bondage and incest and cheating and images of extreme sex. Questionable consent, outright non-consent, slavery and blackmail and there is verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment. Free speech.
DONT DO THIS. Hell, it's best for most of you not even to play this way. If you are considering trying this for real. Just stop. Get Help. Talk to a professional. This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves. NOT REAL.
You've been warned.
So, as a new CEO I was always looking for a good deal to grow the company. We made things, marketed things, sold things. Pretty much anything that we could manufacture we would sell. As long as we turned a profit.
That pursuit of profits led me to take a meeting with an interesting Asian gentleman who represented a Chinese factory that manufactured a limited array of cookware. Pots and skillets. Specifically, two sizes of pots and three sizes of skillets. Nothing too fancy but the quality was actually higher than most Asian imports I'd seen. This small set would pair well with our line of kitchen knives and utensils and I could see brightly printed boxes of these sets flying off the store shelves. So I was open to negotiations.
He and I enjoyed a nice lunch and then spent the afternoon going over all the details and numbers that would show whether or not this would profit us both.
At around 5:30, we realized that most of my office had left and my immediate staff were looking at their watches wishing we would call it a day.
"Well. It appears we should start again tomorrow. American workers have been known to mutiny in the past and I don't want to tempt fate."
"Of course Mr. Black, I just appreciate you spending your whole day with me. I will go ahead and tell you honestly, we need this contract. I'm willing and authorized to accept any deal that will allow us to make a minimum profit on our products as long as we can be assured of length of contract."
"Tell you what. Come to my house and have dinner with my wife and I. We rarely entertain but I think that we could at least feed you in a more comfortable manner than some Boston restaurant."
"I would be honored."
So I called Kassie and dropped an impromptu BBQ in her lap which she accepted with no complaints.
I knew she would be ready to entertain when we arrived, after we swung by Mr. Chen's hotel to allow him to change into more comfortable clothing.
Sure enough, as I parked and we walked together up the steps to the house the front door opened and my wife came out to greet our guest like a long lost friend. She looked good. Hair done. Makeup perfect. Wide legged dark grey pants and an elegant black blouse. She first kissed my cheek and then shook hands with Mr. Chen and then slid effortlessly onto his arm and escorted him in welcoming him to her home and apologizing for the mess.
He was entranced. So much so that I don't think he noticed my slave Hole's submissive downcast eyes as he passed her at her station by the open front door.
Damn. I had to stop and stare.
Her hair was down and brushed over her ears, covering the numerous rings hanging off them. Her makeup was done tastefully trashy. Her lips were outlined and painted an enticing deep
Waitress Red. On her head, a small starched maids cap. Nothing really flashy. Just an old fashioned and subtle way to let people know she was there to serve.
She was wearing a modest, but well fitted black dress with buttons all the way down the front. It showed just a hint of cleavage and pointedly didn't show her "fucksow" tattoo and whatever push up foundation garment Kassie had her put on underneath.
The black swastika tattoos on the backs of the sow's hands were covered by thick white cotton gloves.
" Are you playing maid tonight fucksow?" I leaned in and asked quietly.
"Yes, Master."
"I like it. I like it a lot. If you do a good job I'm thinking I'm going to ask your Mistress to make this your permanent position. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes Master. I would love that."
"You know. Any maid of mine might get to cum once a week."
"Please Master. Don't tease me. I'm trying to be so good for you."
I leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "You ARE a good girl. You're Daddy's good girl, baby."
I enjoyed hearing her catch her breath, strangling a delighted outburst. She WAS a very good girl for Daddy and she should know that. She was also a dirty, cheating fucksow and a hole to cum into. I'd remind her of that later.
"Be good. Work hard. Make Mistress happy."
"Yes, Daddy...um...Master...oh."
I patted her head and moved on allowing her to close the door and continue with whatever my wife had instructed her to do.
I left Kassie to her hostess duties and went upstairs to change. When I returned I saw Kassie and Mr. Chen sitting comfortably on the couch and Hole standing quietly agaist the wall between the living room and kitchen.
"Hole, Get Mr. Black a whiskey now please," Kassie said, as I sat in one of the living room chairs.
" Yes, Mistress." Hole said quietly and went into the kitchen.
"It's like an old movie," Mr. Chen said to Kassie.
"Oh, Hole was born to be a servant. Working here makes it happy. Of course, I admit, you might think we work it like a slave."
"It? That's very....unusual."
"Oh well, we don't really think of it as a real person, like you or I. It's just a servant," Kassie explained as Hole delivered my whiskey on a silver tray that I didn't know I owned. It then retreated to its station.
We passed a pleasant evening and had a good steak dinner, all served by Hole, and talked about the deal and at one point Kassie asked about working conditions in the Chinese factory. The answer was enlightening.
