The Age Of Enslavement Pt 07

CherryPie and CheerBreeder returned laden with food and drinks. Robert caught himself staring again at the naked mother and daughter. The resemblance was striking, and they worked together so well. He tried not to think about what else they might do well together: perhaps one on the table and the other on the floor. Or one in front and the other behind...No no no!

"What'd you think of the show," asked CheerBreeder, giving Robert a little shimmy. Oh no! She'd noticed him staring. She jiggled her bruised breasts for him.

Luckily for Robert, his wife Annabelle had not noticed. Or perhaps didn't care? "It was...something," she answered, still a little in shock, "Was it real? Is that how it works here? Anyone can just go up on the stage and fuck, or enslave each other in front of everyone?"

"Oh yes," said CherryPie, "I've actually served that couple before. They're regulars here. The 'pig' man is clearly a natural slave. Did you see how much he enjoyed getting his cocklock on? But honestly, I think his wife has some slave tendencies too. Personally, I think they're going to get auctioned off as a pair one of these days. But the pig at least will be branded soon for sure. Some of the girls have a bet going about how long it takes him to get decocked."

Elizabeth shivered at that. Getting cocklocked was one thing. It could be undone with a key. But chemically or surgical decocking were both very permanent. That made her uncomfortable. Then again, if the pig man was never allowed to fuck again anyway, was there really a difference? Maybe in the long run it was kinder than holding out that sliver of hope: having a functional but useless penis stuffed up inside, painfully reminding you it's there every time you get horny. "He did seem strangely happy," she admitted out loud.

"I know that feeling," said Annabelle.

That got everyone's attention. Everyone looked to Annabelle, who seemed suddenly unsure of herself.

"Go ahead," said Robert, "You can tell them." He took her hand.

Annabelle took a breath. "I almost got enslaved when I was younger. So I know what it feels like to...yearn for that sort of thing. I had a training chip and an auction date and everything. But then my 'master' got arrested for raping a different woman. I guess he thought she would break for him, but obviously she didn't. She pressed charges. The police took him away. It turned out he didn't even have his raping license. The idiot. He left me half broken. Anyway he's still in prison, last I heard."

"I'm so sorry that happened to you," said Damian. He sounded like he meant it.

"Oh Mom," said Elizabeth. She tried to imagine what that would be like: if she gave in, fully submitted to Damian, offered him everything she was, and then he was just gone -- all because he'd taken stupid risks or shortcuts. Devastating.

"I was so heartbroken," said Annabelle, "I didn't know what to do with myself. Luckily I found your father. He picked up the pieces. I'm happy now I didn't go through with it, and I've been enjoying my freedom ever since. I just worry for you Elizabeth. Slavery is...it can be so tempting. Especially if you're horny, or you think you're in love. But it's not for everyone. I just don't want you to go through the pain that I did."

There was a somber pause. Then Damian spoke up. "The first slave I ever broke was my own mother."

"What? Really," Elizabeth said. Everyone waited for more. They weren't about to let him leave it there.

"She'd raised me alone," said Damian, "It wasn't easy, but she did it. I cared about her more than anyone, but I could see how badly she needed the collar. She kept getting involved with slave trainers, but they were like yours Mrs. Winthrop: no license, no patience, no skill, no commitment. Just bums calling themselves 'masters' looking to get their rocks off. She probably should have pressed charges a few times. None of them knew how to treat her right. She was heartbroken, just like you said. I was only eighteen, but I realized if nobody else was going to do it right, it was up to me. I'll never forget the look of that happiness she got when she finally broke. That peace. That's honestly the reason I kept doing it. When a slave finally breaks, it's always worth it in the end."

The weighty moment hung in the air. Nobody seemed to know what to say. Then CherryPie broke it by elbowing him. "And you've had a thing for moms ever since, haven't you," she said.

Damian's cool demeanor broke. He laughed, and looked positively bashful. "Yeah," he admitted. All the dominating power was gone from his voice. For a moment, he just sounded like a lost little boy.

"I don't really know what your going through Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop," he continued, "But I know what it's like to watch someone I love struggle for years because they needed a good master and couldn't find one. I've broken and enslaved a lot of people since then. I've gotten really good at telling who needs it. The hard truth is, in my professional opinion, Elizabeth probably is a natural slave. I could be wrong. But if I'm right, she will need to be branded and broken eventually. I think it would be a mistake for her to rush into it, but you should at least find out. Don't you think so?"

Oh god. Annabelle hadn't wanted to admit it to herself, but he might be right. Elizabeth was showing a lot of natural slave tendencies. "Yes. Yes we should find out," she said, "We shouldn't do anything drastic until we know."

"Exactly," said Damian, "That's why I think 'e' tattoo is the perfect baby step for Elizabeth. It's permanent enough to give her a proper taste of slavery. Going naked everywhere will help her really feel what a slave feels. If it turns out I'm right, it will help her accept what she is. If I'm wrong, she can get it appealed and removed in a year. I'll even pay for the lawyers and laser removal myself, if it comes to that. And in the meantime it'll put the fear of slavery in her. You'll never have to worry about impulsive self-enslavement again."

Annabelle felt sick. She didn't want to admit that he might be right. She'd come here determined to protect her daughter from that tattoo by any means she could. But if the tattoo might help Elizabeth avoid total enslavement...oh no. Was she actually considering this?

Robert came to the rescue. "What if we started with an even smaller baby step? We could make a new house rule that Elizabeth has to," he paused, the words briefly caught in his throat, "that she has to be naked at home. She can always get tattooed later if she wants. Like you said Damian, we shouldn't rush. Would that work for you Pumpkin?"

Elizabeth imagined herself naked at the dinner table; naked doing chores; naked when her daddy came to her bedroom to tuck her in at night. "Maybe?" she said, glancing at Damian for guidance. She didn't want to disobey him by accident. But then she had an idea. She turned back to her father. "Does that mean I'd take my chastity belt off at home too daddy? I think I'd be okay with that, if I had to be all the way naked."

Robert hesitated. He wasn't sure if he could trust himself around her without that chastity belt. He imagined his little girl giving him a naked hug when he got home for work. She'd be all hot and sweaty from slave training with Damian all day, so she'd invite Robert to join her in the shower. It would be the only sensible thing to do, to save water. Then she'd ask him to help scrub her back, and then her front, and then her...no. No, he had to keep her in that belt.

"How about this," offered Damian, "Nobody gets tattooed until everyone feels comfortable with the idea. Elizabeth is an adult, so it is her decision, but you're still her parents. Adults can still listen to their parents. Does that work for you Elizabeth?"

"Okay," squeaked Elizabeth. She didn't want any of the slave tattoos. She never had, and she knew her mother would never approve. So that was good. But how was she going to get out of the belt now?

Annabelle seized on the idea. "Yes yes. That sounds great actually. We all have to be comfortable with it," Annabelle felt a huge weight had been lifted from her. There would be no tattoos for Elizabeth today. Emergency averted. And somehow Damian had been to one to convince Elizabeth? Elizabeth had seemed so set on getting that tattoo tonight, and somehow he'd changed her mind, just like that. Maybe Damian wasn't so awful after all? Of course Annabelle would still keep her eye on him. For the first time, she noticed the food in front of her looked and smelled delicious. Being stressed and overwhelmed had really worked up her appetite. She began digging in.

Everyone else followed suit. Robert was especially happy to have something to pay attention to beside all the hot naked women that weren't his wife. And the food was delicious. "So Damian," he asked, between bites of steak and mashed potatoes, "I guess you're our daughter's slave trainer now. What sort of training do you have in mind?"

"Oh we've actually already started training," Damian answered, "We've been working on arousal and automatic unconscious obedience. She's actually one of the best I've ever taught. She took to the training chip almost immediately."

And just like that Annabelle was back on high alert. "You let him chip you," she asked Elizabeth sharply, "Honey. Don't you know those chips are really dangerous? Wait, where is the chip? Is it in your butt?" Annabelle looked up and down her daughter's naked body.

Brian tried to make peace. "I had concerns too Mrs. Winthrop. But I've been watching their training sessions. The chip really makes Elizabeth happy."

Annabelle glared at Brian. "And what would you know of it? Have you ever been chipped before? Well I have. It took me years to get it out, and even more years to get over it. Those chips are more addictive than heroin Brian."

Brian spoke from the heart. "All I know is I love Elizabeth. And I want to see her happy. And if it makes her this happy, it can't be that bad."

"You just don't understand Brian," said Annabelle, "Sometimes I wish I could chip you. Then maybe you'd get it."

"Actually you can," said Damian, "I've got chips to spare. I could give you a controller and teach you how to use it. It's pretty simple. If Brian is willing, we can chip him right now."

Brian had not been expecting that. But he had promised to do whatever it took, and he'd meant it. Plus he was more than a little curious how it felt. "What do you think babe," he asked Elizabeth, "Should I let Damian chip me, for your mom?"

Elizabeth felt pretty uncomfortable with that. Her experience with the chip had been extremely sexual. Letting her mom chip her fiancé...it was super weird. But then again, she really wished her mom would stop being so critical of Brian. He was going to be a part of the family. This might be her best chance to avoid years of problems to come. "Honestly," she said, "If it helps you two get along better...okay."

"Okay Mrs. Winthrop," said Brian, "You're on. Hopefully this proves to you once and for all, I'll do whatever it takes for Elizabeth."

"We'll need an enema and some lube," said Damian, "You might as well get naked Brian. It'll be messy. We wouldn't want to stain those slacks."

CheerBreeder went to fetch the supplies they'd need. Brian hesitated, but nobody objected. So in front of the whole family, in a bustling enslavement club, he began stripping.

Annabelle was careful not to stare, but she also wasn't blind. Her daughter's man had muscles. She took a quiet breath when his cock came into view. It was nice. Very nice.

"See why I'm so horny mom," asked Elizabeth, "You would be too."

Annabelle let herself take a second peak. Maybe so.

Damian produced a small metal controller dongle on a keychain, with three bumps. "You can also control it with your phone," he explained, pressing the device into Annabelle's hands. His arms felt soft, but strong. "The phone is better for complex stuff, but this dongle is better for in-person training. This button is for pain." He guided her thumb to the left-most bump. "This one is pleasure. And this one will pulse in rhythm with his heartbeat. You can learn a lot from someone's heartbeat."

Damian released Annabelle's hands. Good. She didn't want him touching her anyway. She was still mad at him. Wasn't she? She was struggling to remember why. She could still smell his subtle cologne.

CherryPie helped Brian with the enema, while CheerBreeder helpfully whisked his clothes away. He almost changed his mind then. Did they have to take his clothes away? Did he have to do the enema with his future mother in law watching? This was the most humiliating thing he'd ever done. But he knew if he balked now, Annabelle would never let him forget it. And there was a kind of thrill to it. He took a breath, and did as he was told.

Damian produced the chip. It was the first time Elizabeth had actually seen one up close. It was a smooth silver egg-shaped device, about the size of a grape. "It goes in his butt," Damian explained, "This might feel a bit strange Brian. Elizabeth, will you do the honors?"

She took it. This was really happening. She was about to put a slave training chip into her fiancé's ass. He presented himself to her. He had such a pretty butt. She caressed it a little. Fuck she was horny. Slowly and carefully, using plenty of lube, she slid it into him. Suddenly it was gone. She squeaked. "I lost it. His body just sucked it in."

"That's okay," said Damian, "It knows what to do in there. Just be sure to fish it out before his next orgasm. It'll bond permanently to your body if you cum Brian."

"Alright Brian," said Annabelle, "You asked for this. This is for letting Elizabeth get chipped without telling us."

She pressed the pain button, and his face showed mild discomfort. Like he was itchy.

"Is that it," Brian asked.

"Yep," Damian said, "The legal ones have to be weak enough that you can't enslave someone by force."

Good. Annabelle had assumed the effects would be gentle, based on her own experiences, but it was better knowing for sure. She didn't really want to hurt Brian. This meant she didn't have to hold back.

"Silence boy," she ordered, pressing the pain button again, "Now, kneel down and call me mistress."

Brian immediately adopted a subservient attitude, and knelt with a flourish. "Yes mistress."

Oh shit. Annabelle hadn't realized how good this would feel. Brian was all naked and muscly and kneeling for her. His face turned to pleasant surprise as she pressed the pleasure button.

"Oh yeah," he said, "I like that. I don't see what all the fuss is about though. I thought it would be amazing. It's just kind of nice. What if I just ignore it?"

"Trust me," said Annabelle, "You can't ignore it forever. It wears you down faster than you think. Now get under the table. Kiss my shoes."

"Yes Mistress." Pleasure pulse.

"Oh, and no talking without permission anymore."

He nodded silently. Annabelle almost gave him another pleasure pulse, but remembered from her own training it was best to only give it sometimes.

"Would you like me to show you how to control it from your phone," Damian offered, "You can set it to pulse pain automatically if he speaks, or pleasure every few minutes if he's silent."

"Oh yes. Show me." Annabelle was loving being on this end of the training chip for once.

Robert gave his wife a look.

"Oh don't look at me like that," she said, "He needs to understand how it feels."

"Just don't overdo it, okay dear," he said, "Brian is a good man. I think we've seen enough to know that."

Annabelle grunted a noncommittal agreement. She continued to try to embarrass Brian. She made him hand feed her. She made him into her foot stool. She made him give her a shoulder rub. She made him get under the table and lick her toes. Nothing seemed to faze him. In fact, he soon had a throbbing erection. Annabelle could literally see it throbbing in time with the heartbeat she felt in the dongle. Was he enjoying this?

All the while, everyone else enjoyed their meals. Eventually, Robert scooted up close to Annabelle, and whispered in her ear, "I think you owe our daughter an apology."

Oh all right. "I'm sorry Elizabeth," she said, "I was...I was wrong about Brian. He's a good man." At that he gave her an especially long and loving tongue stroke across her foot, from heel to toe. Oh, she could get used to this.

"And what about Damian," Elizabeth asked.

Annabelle folded her arms. She didn't want to say it. But deep down she knew she'd been wrong. Damian had saved her daughter twice now: once from coming home bruised and broken like CheerBreeder, and now again from getting a slave tattoo. Fuck. She swallowed her pride. "Yes. Damian too."