Notted Rope - Male Slavery

Jon 3

After his mistress left for her day at the office, Jon made his way to his quarters. He showered again and lay out on his small but form bed. He hadn't expected her to use his name. He expected to fuck her, she had a high sex drive. She was young and desirable. He wondered why she hadn't re-married. Her first husband had left her widowed and she'd taken over the companies. She was attractive and had an excellent body. Other mistresses, whom he had serviced, had older husbands who either had mistresses or indentured girls to cater for their desires.

Since indentured servitude had given changed the sex trade completely. Sex workers could either become indentured for a fixed period through agencies or have clients through a state sponsored legal operators licencing system. All sex workers had been legalised to help control the spread of viruses, they paid taxes and held medical insurance. The porn industry had been cut back to online enterprises and clips. High class call-girls, as they used to be called were now elevated to consorts. Marriages were on the rise and divorces stayed in line with pre-virus levels. The changes to societies had been profound. Not all households employed indentures. To most working-class families, it was both unnecessary and quite out of their income bracket. Only the more wealthy had sampled the concept of indentured servants.

A knock at the door, broke Jon's reverie. The pretty brown, pixie haired maid, Tilly walked into the room. Jon stood up.

"Ms. Maddox asked me to explain your duties while she was at the office." Her voice was sweet and possessed a coyness. She was small and trim, her brown eyes were soft and brown and had small 32b tits, clearly visible through her maid's tunic.

"I am Jon." He shook her small pale hand. " I don't know how long I'm to be here, so I don't know what duties the Mistress will want me to fulfil." He replied.

"Oh, you'll be here a little while, I think." Tilly smiled demurely and stepped forward and laid her hands on Jon's chest. "You're a 3,I hear." She enquired." You fuck well?" Tilly was enjoying a little tease.

"I fulfil all my mistress's desires." Jon smiled back.

"Sometimes, Ms Maddox likes to watch me get fucked by the hired cocks" She tiptoed and kissed Jon on his lips. "Would you like that?"

"Whatever my Mistress asks, I will endeavour to please." Jon wondered if Tilly had been instructed to come on to him. Some mistresses liked to test their indentured, to ensure that they would be loyal.

"Is this a loyalty test?" Jon asked.

"Yes and no. She has had me fucked in front of her once. She likes to see how much the hired cock enjoys another cunt, instead of hers, of course.

Jon shrugged" Well, thanks for the warning."

"No problem, although I wouldn't have minded if you had have fucked me." Tilly smiled.

After being shown the three cars that Ms Maddox owned and familiarised himself with them, he was shown the layout of the whole house. He was shown the kitchen and introduced to the cook. The only other staff as a cleaner and a gardener, who came every other day.

With the remaining time, he worked out in his room. He maintained his physique assiduously, he wondered if the Mistress might allow him to use some of her weight machines, he had been shown or even the pool. But he figured that was a way off yet, he need time to gain her trust in him.

By 4pm, Tilly had come back with a pot of coffee. Jon chanced his arm a little. " So Tilly, you're the Mistress's personal maid, and apart from getting fucked by hired cocks, what's the deal around here? How long did the other indentured stay here and what caused them to be dismissed?"

"Well, you don't hold back, do you?" Tilly set down the tray and poured two cups of coffee and handed one over." I've been with Ms Maddox for five years, she's a good boss. She's was married and had one boy-friend, since I've known her." Till recalled. "Her husband died after three years- heart-attack. There are no children but there's still time. She's not old, is she?"

"The boy-friend?" Jon asked. Tilly was proving to be a gold-mine of information.

"An arsehole! Didn't know what he had-till he lost it. She's quick to temper, and when she found out he was fucking her best friend, that was an ugly scene. He even tried it on with me once. Well, he had to get out of the country and right quick!" Tilly laughed. "She's had two indentured since then but not for long."

"Does she get bored?" Jon asked, he wanted to know what he could do to stay in the Mistresses good graces.

"No, she just wants...love, desire, loyalty and fucking."

"So, she wants a lover. A husband and a Labrador dog " Perfect!" Jon sighed.

"Just let her come to include you. If you become familiar, she might buy you out and move you in. You're her type!"

They finished their coffee and as she left Tilly turned round. "I wasn't joking, she did have me fucked for her viewing pleasure." Jon smiled and then decided to prepare for his mistress and her expected return.

At exactly 5.00pm Ana had pulled up in her sleek, black Range Rover 4x4 and parked it. She alighted quickly and pressed the lock fob and entered the house. She was pleased to see Jon waiting at the door and offered to take her bag and laptop. She liked that.

By the end of dinner, Jon had been told to sit with her as she looked through office work. He poured her wine and listened to her complaining about a deal that she was working on. She asked him about her cars and then called for Tilly.

Jon was ready for this. Tilly came in, flashing a glance at Jon.

"Did you do, as you were told?" His Mistress asked.

"Yes Ma'am. He didn't want me." Tilly nodded and then left.

"You must understand that you are my.... What's the word?"

"Cunt." Jon interjected.

"Yes. I demand your complete attention. However, I won't be needing you tonight, I think, but is your band working?" His Mistress demanded.

"Yes Mistress." Jon confirmed.

"Good. " She stood and walked up to her bedroom.

As he lay on his narrow bed, he pondered where he would be sent back to the Agency. He felt a shiver of anxiety. If he couldn't secure a permanent mistress or at least a fixed term indentured contract, he might be downgraded to a 2. He was only 32, he needed to have that debt removed and then he had options. He could be a paid serviceman, earning a good living either to this mistress or hire himself out through the Agency. Or he could return to the open world and find employment. It would be up to his new mistress.

No. He decided his fate. He would make himself, not just familiar to this new mistress but indispensable. He would cultivate an alliance with the young maid and find the chink on his mistress's armour. He had known indentured men gaining their complete freedom by manipulating the emotions of their mistresses. That's what he would do. He would find ways to encourage more and more contact. Make her want him.

Over the next two hours, Jon made good use of his time. He obtained buckets, sponges and car wash and connected the hose and stripped down to his grey pants. The day was warm and he energetically, washed both the 4x4 and the neat Audi two seater, kept in the second garage. He hoped the mistress would notice and after Tilly, informed her of his actions, he glanced up to see her looking through a window on the second floor.

Tilly

Tilly wasn't stupid. She knew that this hired cock was on the make. Ms Maddox had instructed her to try him out, to see what he would do. He had passed that simple test. She had told her to give away nothing to him except the death of her husband. But Tilly had an inkling that this new serviceman had a bit more to him. Yes. He was quite pretty and although 8 years older than she was, she'd would have enjoyed a fuck. She could have shown him what her great, little pussy can really do. She surmised, correctly, that Jon was the property of older gash. Women who were on the mature side and had handsome, fit men to fuck them and then move them on to the next one. Older women, especially those with money liked to have a slave around. She had served Ms. Maddox and her friend's many drinks on many an afternoon, after tennis or an exercise class and they would discuss their latest purchases.

Tilly imagined that men had done the same and that it had been going on for centuries. She hid smiles, when Ms. Maddox's friends discussed the size of cocks and what they had made their serviceman do for them. It had been one friend, a 40 something divorcee with over large, enhanced tits had convinced Ms. Maddox to try out another indentured. She extolled the virtues of her current paramour, with obscene details of their fucking.

Tilly knew that she could work something to both Jon and her own benefit. She wanted more than being a maid. Like most, she had debts, incurred not by herself but her ex, a loser of a boyfriend. Tilly only a year and a half service before she, too could move on or stay and earn a living. To her mind, if Jon could be helped to secure his indenture with Ana Maddox, then when it came to her own situation, he wouldn't forget about the help.

Ana

After watching her indentured toiling away in the sun, washing the cars, Ana thought she would enjoy watching him work-out. She liked to see a man getting sweaty in work-out, she might even join him and then let him fuck her.

No!

She fucks them, not the other way around. Ana berated herself. Men were for her pleasure, not she for them. That was the way now. Her friends would laugh at her and say that she was too soft, allowing a man to use her or take her on demand. It had been like that once, but the world was different. She picked up the phone and called Sandra, her closest and most liberal of her circle.

"Hello, darling. I was waiting for your call. What's he like then?" Sandra's voice was an affected drawl of an accent, cultivated by her time in the southeast counties.

"He's very fit. I was watching him wash my cars." Ana replied.

"You've fucked him, then?" Sandra laughed.

"Oh D, you're so.." Ana scolded her.

"Common? Debauched? Or do I cleave to the matter at hand. Ana, darling, he's there to fucked around with. You don't have to be in love or pander to serviceman, you fucking use them." Sandra replied. "I want to see him. Let's have a pool party, just you and I. Tomorrow at 3. See you, then darling." Ana replaced the handset.

Damn, she was right. Sandra had a simple outlook on life. Enjoy it. She was a complete hedonist. She was almost male in her sexual appetites. Ana knew that she'd want to sample her new indentured or at least see him in the buff. Jon was simply an addition to her life, something to enjoy, as other women did. Society had changed and she had changed with it.

But to be held was something she craved.

By 2.00, the following day. The heat of the summer sun had made a dip in her pool, very desirable. Ana disposed of any work and had asked both Tilly and the cook to prepare for Sandra's visit. A good late lunch was prepared, and Ana had made some that alcohol would be free flowing by the pool side. She wandered out in a well-tailored blue two-piece swimsuit and flimsy cover-up and sandals. She had taken time to look good.

Jon was waiting by the pool, clad in a pair of swim shorts, provided by his Mistress. They were tight and fitted to him perfectly. She was showing him off. Ana walked in and inspected everything.

"My very good friend, Sandra Cosgrove will be visiting and may even spend the night. I want her to enjoy her time here." Ana walked to the loungers, to one side of the indoor pool, dropped her cover-up and lay back awaiting her guest.

She looked at Jon "Do you mix drinks?"

"Yes, Mistress. I have been shown how."

"Two Cosmopolitan's. I can hear her car!" The glass panels had been folded to leave the pool open on two sides.

Within a minute, Tilly showed the guest into the pool house. Sandra strolled in, wearing a outrageously revealing cut away swim outfit and a shoulder bag. Tilly saw Jon mixing drinks. She had noticed how he'd worked out and was taut and his muscles stretched. He knew he had to make a good impression with Sandra, best friends could make or break up not only a romance but a service-man's tenure. Tilly also had made an extra effort to look attractive, Ms Maddox's guest had often taken more than a passing glance at her. Tilly wasn't gay but figured that Mrs Cosgrove could be a ticket to better things. Being indentured, meant that servants could be traded, sold on or given their release. As Ms Maddox was quite prepared to have her fucked, for her viewing pleasure, as she had been in the past. Then, maybe Sandra Cosgrove would arrange for her to be traded into her staff and she could fuck herself.

It took Sandra Cosgrove, less than 45 minutes to down three strong cocktails and then suggesting to Ana that they have a little fun. The afternoon grew hotter, and Sandra made several lewd suggestions about what she would like Jon to do. Ana was torn between keeping her serviceman to herself or show Sandra that she was as much in charge of her life as she was.

As they lay side by side, Sandra eyed Jon. She had already asked him to fetch and carry items for her use in the pool. She'd been in the pool, along with Ana and had asked for his help when getting out. Of course, he had noticed her. She was shapely, 36DD breasts and still very attractive. Her round cheeks easily visible in the cut-away swimsuit. Her hands had wandered over Jon's chest and arms. Ana knew what would be coming next.

"Ana, darling. I did think you have made a very attractive choice. Well done." Sandra tapped her friend's shoulder." So, what would you like to do with him...now?

"Sandra!" Ana was surprised but not shocked.

"Oh darling, there's no need to be all coy about it. It's the new Roman Golden Age! You've seen the old movies. Slaves, and let's not beat about the bush, they're slaves and we, are in a position to benefit. We didn't create the viruses in the 20's, we didn't make the economy fracture! Men used women for centuries. Hell, we've both had to put up with men and their perverted little ways. And don't forget, if the New Congress people, get their measures through in the US, we won't be far behind. All the this." Sandra waved her arm to emphasise her point. "Might just go away. I'm not getting any younger and neither are you. So what do you say? Shall we indulge ourselves?"

With too many cosmopolitans in her system, and a lack of judgement. Ana called Jon over. He walked over and stood between the two loungers.

"Mrs Cosgrove and I..." Ana started to say but was interrupted.

"You may call me Mistress D, Jon. Your own Mistress and I wish you to entertain us." Sandra giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Take off your shorts." Ana's annoyance filtered through in her tone.

Jon pulled down the tight shorts and stepped forward to give his mistresses a good view. Sandra set down her, now empty, glass and shuffled forward so that her face was next to Jon's thick cock.

Glancing at Sandra and then at Jon's impassive face. Ana gave in and rolled her eyes. "I want you to please Mistress D, Jon."

"Yes, Mistress." Jon answered as he felt Sandra's cold fingers lifting his shaft and peeling back his foreskin.

Ana drained her drink and watched. She was, suddenly aware, that Sandra might bruise him.

By 10.00pm, Sandra had collapsed naked on the bed in the guest room. Happily, drunk and thoroughly satisfied, she slid beneath the covers and fell to sleep.

In the main bedroom, Ana's fingertips ran over Jon's naked chest. He had performed well. Sandra was a difficult woman to impress and had a voracious appetite for cock. Ana had stopped Jon rising form the bed and asked him to remain there, while she drank in his scent. His cock was limp, and his body was glistening from perspiration. Ana had enjoyed him too. Sandra had taken the lion's share of him, however. She vowed that she wouldn't let Jon be used by anyone else now. She wanted him for her own pleasures.

"What do you want Jon?" Ana asked.

"To please you Mistress." The scripted answers wouldn't do tonight.

"Be honest, Jon. What do you want?"

"To be serve out my indenture to one Mistress. To dedicate my time to her. To give her all my attention and give my mistress my complete devotion." Jon whispered. He had been deliberate in his choice of words. After what he had been made to do, Jon figured, he finally had a chip in the big game. Jon had been told by Tilly, that Sandra was a bull. The term used to describe women who loved the idea of indentured men. A woman, who relished the power reversal. Slave owners were power seekers, so Bull's liked to humiliate their serviceman. That was clear fro the start.

By the pool, Sandra had stroked his cock and when happy that he was stiff enough, told Jon to lay on the lounger as she straddled his face and smothered him with her pussy. Jon had sucked and licked her, until she had orgasmed at least twice. Ana had also joined in the action and had sat on his face too. Sandra had maintained his erection with jerking him and even sucking his cock, until she straddled his length and fucked him hard. She rode him to within a hair's breadth of climax and then denied him his orgasm. Ana had hated that and sought to make Jon cum.

Later, in the Mistresses bedroom, Sandra had continued using Jon to pleasure herself. She had him, lick, kiss and suck her entire body. She especially enjoyed making him tongue her arse and pussy. Finally, she had straddled him and orgasmed hard, but was unwilling to allow Jon to cum. She then relented and let Ana finish him off by letting him jerk off his semen onto her belly. Jon immediately cleaned his seed of his Mistress's body and Sandra watched while she fingered her pussy. Enjoying his humiliation. After a further harsh reverse cow-girl ride, Sandra had wandered off to her own bedroom, enjoying a particularly hard orgasm.

"Jon. I will transfer your indenture to my person. You'll service no-one else but me now." Ana placed her head on his chest.

"Thank you My Mistress."

End of Part Two.