Wanda was alone when Derek got home. He pulled the case he took to the casino with his change of clothes out of the trunk. "Are you going to the casino this weekend?" Wanda asked. Derek nodded. "I wish I was going with you. I'm more than a little nervous about going to that retreat thing with Ms Sarah. I know she treated me relatively well when she owned my butt, but still... I wish I was going with you."
"You'll be fine." Derek assured her. "Sarah and Lou will look out for you"
"Yeah, but since we all got these tattoos on our asses, we are gonna stand out. Did you really have Sarah and Lou get their butts marked too?" Wanda asked with a sudden grin. "I heard you talking about it with them. They were acting like slave girls last weekend but I was not going to ask them what was going on. Rhonda and Caroline noticed it too."
"I suggested that all of you have a similar mark." Derek admitted. "It is like announcing you all belong to same group, Sarah's family plantation. The fleur de lis was part of their family insignia. She added the bougainvillea wreath to make it look pretty. And if they decided to get themselves tattooed, that was up to them."
"Yeah, right...SIR!" Wanda said with a laugh. "I've been around the block a few times to recognize role play when I see it. From what I saw, they all but indentured themselves to you. I know they are way above the three of us collared slaves, but they were submitting fully to you. I just wanted to see if you would confirm it. I think it is all cool if we kept it here at home. What bothers me is we are going to be subjected to a bunch of women we don't know. And you won't be there to look out for us. You said Sarah and Lou will take care of us, so I gotta go along with your judgment and your rules. I AM a lowly slave after all."
"A lowly slave too smart for her own britches." Derek offered with a chuckle. Wanda giggled. She watched Derek pack two full changes of clothing into his bag.
"Caroline said she was treated pretty good when she went last time." Wanda admitted. "Well, despite it being pussy she was licking and not your cock." She smiled. "So I guess I will go do what I am told, lick pussy and think about my owner sitting in the casino, playing blackjack or poker with his balls filling up with cum." Wanda began to giggle.
"Smart ass." Derek said.
"Well, I know you don't want me to be a DUMB ASS." Wanda said. 'Especially since I am supposed to go to work Monday morning for Leanne Waddsworth. She is going to make me prove I am worth the money she is paying you for my labor. Plus I suspect she is going to have me between her legs this weekend whenever she can. Just BECAUSE she can."
"I'm sure she will be professional Monday morning when you report for work." Derek said.
'Oh, yeah, that will be easy for her." Wanda maintained. "She is the one on the receiving end. I am still wrapping my mind around this whole slave role. I know intellectually it is something I have to endure for the next fifteen years. And I get totally wet when I think about it, which adds to the humiliation and the arousal. I just wish I was submitting to only YOU."
Derek knew full well Wanda was playing him a bit. He played along. "Oh yeah. You'd rather play with an old man's cock who is only going to be able to use you a little bit before he is totally wore out."
"Bullshit, Sir!" Wanda proclaimed. "I wish I had met you years ago when my ex and I parted ways. You are a far better man than he ever was. I might have never been enslaved if I had somebody to fall back on. I would have been happy to have babies with you." Derek rocked back a bit at her admission.
"Well, it is what it is," he said. "I'll keep you around, as safe as I can." Wanda smiled.
"That is all any of us could hope for." she said quietly, fighting back tears. Tossing his bag into his back seat, Derek drove away.
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Chad and his fellow slave campers were a pretty quiet group when they were assigned their bunks in the dormitory that evening. His time at the Rhino's Horn had somewhat blunted his own reaction to the harsh realities of slavedom, namely the part where he might get used sexually. Every male had given at least one blow job that day, several of the men having to perform multiple times. Usually the extras were penalties for refusing to perform when first ordered. 'You'd have thought every one would have learned that refusing an order would not be tolerated after the morning demonstration where the man was shocked and strapped before finally complying.' he thought. What bothered Chad most was the demeaning set of enemas and being scrubbed down.
"I've said it before and I will repeat myself every night." the guard in charge announced after calling for all the slaves to 'present'. Each man jumped to his feet, turned to face the guard and spread his legs shoulder width apart. Hands were placed in the small of their backs. "There will be NO fighting or loud arguments. You may talk among yourselves until lights out. Just keep it down. You newbies will make your beds first thing." The guard returned to his desk. Unlike the women's dorm, his desk was behind a wire barrier.
After he made his bed, Chad turned to look around at the other men in the room. He knew they were recently convicted and enslaved. Some of them were sitting in small clusters talking. They seemed more inclined to socialize than Chad's group. About half were lying quietly on their bunks. 'Yeah, it's hard to face a guy you might have sucked off a few hours before." thought Chad. He saw somebody he recognized.
"Hey Roger." Chad said. "I'm surprised to see you here." Roger was a cook at the little diner where Chad used to eat breakfast most mornings. He used to wear his head hair long but now it was cut to a short fuzz as was every other slave except those in the slave camp group. Like all the slaves, he was hairless otherwise.