Knotted Rope Part 3 - Tightened knot
After only a month, Ana had really gotten used to seeing Jon as more than a part of her household. Jon, all credit to him, had maintained a respectful manner and was very attentive, as Ana expected a serviceman to be, having just had his debt irredeemably taken on to his new mistress. She felt that Jon was now truly hers. Before, he was essentially on probation and could be sent back to the agency and another 'slave' could be assigned to her within a week or so. Now, he was there for your pleasure and for as long as she wanted him to be there.
She had never considered the essential nature of the power she possessed. Ana, like many women in the new order of things enjoyed a new sexual freedom. An opportunity to have sex on their own terms and to only pursue a relationship with an man or woman or both as she felt necessary. Now, being the full owner of a person, her slave made her think of how she really wanted to be seen and thought about. It had been easy; the revenue stream had granted her such freedom to buy whatever she wanted. After exhausting the usual retail world, she hankered after things that only she might comfortably afford.
Then Sandra, her slaver owning super slut friend, took her to an auction.
It was a glitzy affair. The venue was opulent. The old family estate, turned into an exclusive hideaway by two enterprising, entrepreneurial sisters that had transformed it into the country's first official slave auction market. The champagne flowed and the entertainment was spicy to say the least. Sandra had already invested a large sum on a young black twenty-something who had been entertaining her every night for a month.
Ana still remained unsure about purchasing a slave, but Sandra had already put her fears to rest by explaining how the process worked. Unlike fiction, the whole process had been carefully mapped out by a government department, to allow certain people to offer themselves a 'indentured' servants for a lump sum of money. The government had been faced with crippling debt since the Covid epidemics and the long-term effects had almost destroyed the public health system. Finally, under enormous pressure to align the economy, indentured services sprung up to get factories and other industries going again. Services industries were also revamped and modelled to suit the economic principles of 'give the customer what they want.' The escort and sex workers were suddenly being squeezed into a marginal entity. Prostitutes and call girls were no longer used to any large numbers, as the very first 'indentured ' found themselves entering service in homes and then into hospitality suites and then hotels.
It was the hotels that really launched the indentured programme. Men and women could simply hire indentured for weekends or just a few nights. It wasn't prostitution, as the indentured were not paid, the hotel simply offered a service that patrons could enjoy. The indentured had their debts reduced over the time of their contracts and some even stayed in 'service' to earn more collateral.
Being 'in service' was like a revival of the early 1900's. Even uniforms or livery were used, and the new indentured servants soon found that the system was as legalised and kept them in position.
Of course, there were the voices of opposition. Civil rights were being infringed and, in some cases, overthrown. The Covid pandemics had re-drawn the political, economic landscape and, finally the social one too. The post Covid world had been moulded to suit those with the resources to take advantage. The most surprising beneficiaries had been affluent, single women who had no desire to be married and a part of a man's life but to take full advantage of the new world. They would take the lead in generating a whole new business of buying indentured men to be part of their lives.
Sociologists and feminists and misogamists argued on late night television, but the new reality took hold quickly. By the third year of the Department of Indenture's legislative carte blanche, even schools and colleges were being visited by career guidance counsellors, offering indenture to students eager to have loans paid off.
Ana had lived through this reality, and she had been one of the many that had accumulated wealth that could easily support many indentured servants.
But Sandra, wanted her to taste the sweetness of an indentured man's body.
"Darling, it's just cock!" Sandra laughed. They had arrived, just at the opportune moment. The organisers of 'The Block', the expensive and ticket only venue had waited for the crowd to be at a fever-pitch of anticipation, before releasing their 'stock'.
Thirty men and women, all naked to the waist, had been sent into the main audience room and were wandering around. The guest, and potential customers, were treated to white, ebony and Asian flesh, all handsome, lean limbed men and stunning, lithe women wandered around the throng. They smiled and kissed and flirted with their potential purchasers.
Ana was quite shocked, initially but soon delighted in the spectacle. She was no prude and began to enjoy the sight of flaccid cocks and taut muscles. Sandra cooed with undisguised lust at another young-looking man with a long, thick member.
Ana wondered if Sandra's current slave would be soon dispatched to the agencies. The agencies were the real winners, in the new world of servitude. Like the agents in the field of sports, they managed the flesh and kept the super-rich happy.
After, the crowd had been lubricated with further magnums of champagne and their appetites whetted by the offering of the flesh. The auction opened with a live sex-show. Three couples; two women, a man, and a woman and two men fucked for the enjoyment of the crowd. They were clearly professional, as they were able to perform in front of strangers. Ana was suitably impressed with the performers, she guessed they might have even been former pornstars, as they were so comfortable fucking each other in the eyes of this crowd.
Of course, the porn industry used 'indentured' now, the days of paid pornography was truly dead. Only very high-end productions distained the use of 'slaves' but now the industry had to adapt, and it did. Private shows were all the rage, after the easing of all contact restrictions.
"Allow me to present the auctioneers for this evening, the owners and CEO's of 'The Block'; Veronica and Christina Rosner!"
The crowd burst into applause and the guests were then shown to seats and awaited the start of the sale. The performers beautifully timed their loud climaxes to herald the arrival of the auctioneers.
"Welcome to you all. Welcome to this, our third live 'indentured' auction, in aid of the New Great Britain Republican Alliance. All proceeds of the highest bids will be donated to this most worthy cause. The crowd dutifully applauded and cheered. Without them, all this would disappear.
Ana knew the N.G.B.R.A. was the driving force in the country, focussing on keeping the 'indentured' industry growing and funded through private and public coffers. The party was made up of very powerful men and women that enjoyed their new status and power.
Now Ana enjoyed Jon's intimate touch. He was wonderfully attentive, and she was enjoying it immensely.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh Jon! Please." Ana was writhing in ecstasy. Jon held her hips as he thrust frantically into to her sodden pussy. His shaft, slick with her own lubricant pounded her mercilessly.
And she loved it. She loved his fucking, his love making.
Since Jon had truly become hers, after the transfer to her personally, they had fucked in every room in the house and even on the lawn. She had become so 'liberated'. Jon had taken her to such heights of arousal. She, now, had discovered a sense of sexual arousal that allowed her to let him, take her, use her and she was fucking loving it. Her new excitement was the 'doggy', she thrilled at being fucked like this now.
As Jon brought her to another leg shaking orgasm and Jon withdrew his cock and ejaculated on her arse cheeks, already slick with perspiration. Ana flopped forwards and Jon gently slipped beside her and held as she gasped for air as she came down from her climax. Had it only been three months? She felt Jon had been a part of her life for much longer.
Ana pulled Jon closer and pulled him in. His sticky cum, sliding down to glue their bodies together. Ana didn't mind. She felt that their sex could, now be dirty, and she encouraged Jon to be free with the ropes of his semen on her body. His ropes would be untied and laid upon her. She enjoyed the splash of his hot spunk on her body, her tits and even once on her face.
Now, Ana thought about Jon's body all the time. She had even taken two weeks off as a 'holiday' to spend it with Jon. Ana lay, her breathing slowly returning down to normal, turned her face to look at Jon and he leaned in and kissed her gently on her cheek and neck and then, she slipped atop of her and then kissed on her mouth.
She welcomed his lips and his tongue.
The following morning, Ana showered and swept the remnants of Jon's dried semen odd her body.
"Fuck...he's everywhere!" She smiled as she soaped herself. "Jon!" Ana called out and he appeared, instantly, with a large luxurious Egyptian cotton towel, as she stepped out of the shower cubicle. He enveloped her in the towel and held her gently and she smiled and closed her eyes.
"Jon... I could really use a massage. " Ana looked over and saw the delight in his eyes.
"Of course, Mistress." Jon had become the dutiful indentured servant once again. Ana smiled and wondered how he could be so wanton and strong with her in one instant and then return to his subservient role in the next. She followed Jon into her bedroom, where the sheets had already been changed from the cum and sweat stained ones from the previous night. She threw aside the towel and lay naked on the massage table laid out by Jon.
"You anticipated my request?" Ana smiled as she lay face down the on the table. She found it comforting that Jon knew what she would enjoy.
"It's my pleasure to anticipate the needs of my mistress." Jon replied as he dribbled scented oil on her back and shoulders.
"Call me Ana...when we are alone." Ana said simply.
"Of course, Ana" Jon busied himself with working the oil into her skin. He used just the right amount of pressure on her muscles, and he felt her succumb to his touch. The oil smoothed away the tensions of the night before and upon reaching her buttocks, Jon could see the marks upon her. A subtle shading of darker pink and yellow bruising, denoting the marks from nights before. Ana sighed as Jon worked a lighter touch on her buttocks, sensitive to the injury that she had cried out for. Ana had demanded to be spanked- something frowned upon n this new world.
"Am I still marked?" Ana whispered.
Jon smoothed his hands over her bruises. "Only very slightly...they will be gone in another week." Jon assessed.
"Good. I have a pool party booked for next week." Ana sighed. "I wouldn't want anyone to notice them."
