Charlotte's Perspective
The first day is always the worst.
At least, that's what we were always told in the academy, but this felt different. Something about the combination of hoping to gain my freedom yesterday and my new master being particularly sadistic made it so much harder than other first days. As I sat up in bed after turning off my alarm, I repressed the urge to cry as I quickly rushed off to the bathroom to pee before waking my master up at 8.
"Good morning, master," I whispered as I nudged him. He groaned but stretched and woke up, allowing the covers to fall around his naked body. I couldn't help but glance at his cock and saw that he had morning wood. I expected this to mean I was going to have to do something about that, but Alex merely stumbled off into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Remembering my new schedule, I went down to make breakfast. For a moment I wondered if I should look for an apron but Alex was pretty clear about his no clothing rule, so I decided not to risk another spanking and set about making his meal.
Alex came downstairs at 8:40 wearing jeans and a oxford cloth buttoned down shirt. This made me a bit more relaxed than his formalwear at the market. It made him seem more normal. However, I wasn't given any hint of a smile as he coldly looked me up and down upon entering. It wasn't the lingering look on my ass and tits that bothered me. I was used to it. It was the way he did it that freaked me the fuck out.
"Good morning, Crystal," Alex greeted me casually as he sat down at the kitchen table. It stung to hear my new name, as if it solidified my transition, but I suppose it could be worse. There were women who were only called things like "slut," "whore," "bitch," or "cunt." At least I was given the priviledge of a name.
"Good morning, sir!" I answered back with a forced smile as I set Alex's breakfast in front of him, setting a plate aside for myself to eat later. Remembering my duties, I crawled under the table and fished out his cock before putting it in my mouth. I could tell I was getting used to the taste of dick again as I barely noticed while I licked up and down his shaft. If it wasn't for Alex's cock hardening, I would have never known he was aroused as he ate his breakfast without so much as a word.
For the next five minutes, the only sounds were Alex's fork scraping the plate, chewing, and the undoubtedly erotic sounds I was making slurping his dick as though my life depended on it. I didn't want another punishment. My back was still sore from yesterday's whipping.
"I'm about to cum," Alex said matter-of-factly as he abruptly stood up and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I watched as he grabbed my plate of food and, after stroking his own cock for a few seconds, glazed my buttered toast with cum.
"Did I do something wrong, master?" I asked as he helped me to my feet and set the plate down in front of me. Alex put his cock away and sat back down.
"No," he replied returning to his meal, "but you're gonna swallow it anyway."
"But you could have came in my mouth and-"
Alex paused and one glare caused me to shut my mouth.
"Are you questioning me, slave?" he asked quietly.
"No! No, master! I'm sorry! I-I'm just confused and want to know if I did something wrong!"
"You did nothing wrong. I just find it sexy."
"Oh."
And that was the end of the conversation. I quietly munched on my toast in front of Alex, getting the cum covered part of my meal out of the way first. I was just glad he didn't cum in my coffee as I sipped it gratefully. Honestly, the toast didn't taste that different. Just saltier... not unlike my brother brought home marmite that one time. That was worse, but I was much more used to the taste of cum and Alex's wasn't all that bad.
After finishing his meal, Alex left but not before kissing me on the lips. For a moment, it felt like something I'd only read about in history books from back when men and women were equal. Perhaps that would happen again after slavery was fully finished. Unfortunately, I would never get to experience that. Still, it could be worse. Alex simply gave me a list of chores to do and after that I would be free to do what I wanted until it was time to make dinner.
The chore list today was simply to do some cleaning and laundry, which I did. After about an hour's worth of work I collapsed onto the couch to watch some television, still naked save for the slippers Alex had graciously allowed me to wear. I was NOT looking forward to changing into heels later...
Sebastian's Perspective
I swallowed nervously as the guard patted me down. Being a defence attorney meant that I was often visiting my clients in prison, but each time it was a harrowing experience that did not get better with practice. The pat down was the least of it. That was normal security. It was the knowledge that the women on the inside were being actively tormented every second of the day that did it, and as a lawyer, knowing one mistake could land them there... even a month could do irrepairable damage. Being the horny fuck that I was, of course I specialised in defending female criminals, but that just made the stakes higher. A man in prison probably wasn't going to get raped during his stay. For a woman, not only was that a guarantee, but it was expected that she would be continuously raped by both guards and prisoners all day and most of the night. A sentence of over a year was basically a death sentence for a woman. Of course, executions for the worst offenders were so much more barbaric... but I didn't want to think about that.
"You're here to see inmate #23331?"
"Yes."
"You are her lawyer?"
"Yes."
"Her case is over? It says here she has been sentenced to nine months in prison."
"Yeah, I know, I just need to see her about something."
"Ok, through that door. They'll bring her out in about fifteen to twenty minutes."
I knew better than to ask why. After walking into the sterile looking room with only a metal table and two chairs, I sat down and tried to ignore the sounds of the prison. There was an occassional scream which made me wonder if it was my client. The new ones were always the screamers. It was only when they got used to it that they disaccociated.
After some time, a woman was brought into the room naked aside from her shackles. Her dark hair was matted with dried cum coating parts of it in clumps, along with some more on her face, tits, and running down her leg. She vaguely smelled of piss and I had no doubt that the male inmates had been... well... ungentlemanly.
"Isabella?!" I gasped.
"Half hour," the guard said. Patricia wobbled over to the table and simply collapsed, placing her head down and sobbing loudly.
"How could you let them do this to me!" she wailed. I offered her a tissue which she snatched and attempted to wipe her tears and some of the cum.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly, "but it was an open and shut case. You tried to fight back against your master and there was clear proof. If you had taken the plea, you'd have only received sixty days."
"Please... please get me out of here! I can't take it! It's only been a week and I already know I can't do another eight fucking months!"
I looked the woman up and down with pity. I remembered her in her elegant blue dress at the courthouse where she looked quite stunning. She had big tits and I had wondered what she'd look like naked several times. Well, now I knew, but it wasn't how I imagined getting her naked.
"I can't," I barely more than whispered. She picked her head up and glared.
