Chase stretched in his room, the messenger thrall curled up in the blankets on his bed. Things had been calm since Princess had been reprogrammed, the humans who had killed one of his family members sent off for a life of punishment and he had gotten his eldest slave back.
Precious was still chained up next to his bed in the Dungeon, while Whore was on the smaller mat near the bathroom. He had kept her there until he was positive she was comforted being back in her home.
Next to him the other thrall stirred and reached for him. Knowing that she would be leaving later that day for her regular assignment, he brought his hand to her breast and squeezed until she sighed. Moments later her hands were on him, coaxing him to an erection.
His mouth covered her neck with kisses before moving lower to her breasts. She gasped as he captured a nipple in his mouth. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he kneaded the nub in his mouth. After repeating the sensation to the other nipple, she was trying to kiss him. Downstairs he had slaves that only did what he commanded, in his bed was a female who still had her own mind, and he allowed himself to kiss her.
As they battled in a kiss, she moved under him and allowed him to slide into her cunt. They both sighed, returning to mutual pleasure. Despite his normal life, he would never fuck a slave while she received as much pleasure as he was feeling, slowly and gently. No easy thrusts, building to a mutual release while being able to look him in the eye.
The female wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him faster and harder to take her over the edge he did as requested feeling his own.
"Oh Chase," the female breathed the words as her lover started to match his thrusts to his own rhythm.
The next ten minutes was filled with breaths shortening and moans coaxing both forward. The female clutched his back, nails making small indentations into his flesh as her hips thrust up to his as her release slammed into her. Moments later Chase buried himself as deep into her as he could and let out his own moan.
Later they lay in each others arms, their heartbeats finally going back to normal. She leaned over and gave a quick kiss.
"I have to go soon." she informed him and he nodded. "I won't be back for over a month. I have to go home and do some work there."
"Well, I don't plan on going anywhere, so I will be here when you get back." Chase told her, his hand caressing her hair.
"I know. I'm starting to regret my job that takes me out of the country all the time."
Chase laughed. "I don't know if this would work if you were around more. Let's not ruin something that is working."
"You are happy seeing each other about every other month?" she asked, rising from the bed and heading for his shower.
"I think we both like our jobs, and all the freedom's it allows us in all things." Chase told her as he dressed. "You really want to give up your lover at home? I know I would not give up mine, or my job. We should just be happy with what we have when we have it."
Unable to argue with his words she closed the door to the bathroom and started the hot water flowing. He was right. She wouldn't give up the other thrall lover she had in the other countries, nor the joy of traveling back and forth. She also knew the slaves downstairs would not know what to do without him.
He watched her gather her things and head for the bathroom before getting dressed himself. She was a fair dalliance but he would not be leaving the disciple of the slaves downstairs or his shows that gathered money for his projects. Chase was old enough to know that every thrall wishes things would be different at times, but knew that he was happy with the life he had made for himself here.
Knowing the female would see herself out of his quarters, he boarded the elevator that lad to his dungeon.
The first thing that he felt was the silence he reveled in. All of his slaves were gagged to keep them silent, but otherwise free to roam their cells. A few of them sat on their mats and read the book he had provided, a suggestion on better submission, and others simply lay on their mats passing the time.
Chase watched his slaves, deciding which to take to the workshop with him either to use or condition to further abuse. The slaves all had their eyes on him as soon as he entered the space, awaiting his commands. Retrieving two leashes he picked Princess and Pointless, taking them to one of the play areas. With a gesture he commanded Pointless to the ground to await his direction.
He moved Princess into a rig that held her arms out, but offered no other support. She would learn to accept uncomfortable situations and impossible demands. Chase removed her gag, letting her stretch her mouth from the long silence.
"You will remain here until I come and get you." Chase told her and saw her nod. Spinning on his heel he picked up Pointless's leash and Princess's now empty one.
Moving back out to the dungeon proper he paused, feeling Pointless sink to the floor while waiting. He dropped the slave's leash to the ground, instructing him to not move and walked among his other slaves.
Precious and Whore were in his bedroom so they were not options, and he had just assigned Princess to standing practice. Pointless would be put into spanking practice when taken upstairs. He just needed someone to occupy his desk.
Chase stopped at Bitch-boy's cell, watching the slave start to stiffen at the thought of his Master choosing him. Mind made up, he selected the other male slave, watching the slave's erection grow as the leash was snapped to his collar.
Taking his two slaves to the elevator, they knelt while the box rose to his fifth floor. Chase wound Bitch-boy's leash around the hook at his desk and escorted Pointless to the spanking bench. With little direction, he lay down and allowed himself to be strapped in. Chase moved a cup from another machine and hooked it to Pointless's cock. Seeing the device, and knowing it's purpose on the other machine, Pointless was hard when his Master fitted the cup into place.
He would now start to associate a physical beating with an erection leading to a release if he behaved. The last thing Chase did was remove the slave's gag to better help him breathe during his ordeal before switching on the machine. The first blow came down and he heard Pointless gasp then sigh.
Back at his desk he saw his exhibitionist slave kneeling with a full erection at the thought of serving his Master. This slave was unusual, Chase had commanded him into service rather than purchased him. The male had performed as good as any mentally broken slave, and Chase was happy to own him. He had thought about how else he could prepare the slave for a performance in the club a floor up while using his desire to be publically used and beaten.
"On your feet, slave." Chase commanded the waiting slave. The words had barely left his mouth before the male was standing. "Hands on the floor." Bitch-boy bent at the waist, his hands resting on the floor before him. Now his ass was in the air, and his cock looking him straight in the face.
Chase reached over and removed the gag, not wanting the slave to pass out due to inability to get enough air. He sat in his chair and watched the slave rest in the position his Master had put him in, and listened to the other be beaten. Pointless moaned as the cup sucked at his cock, not too hard, just enough for him to enjoy the beating.
"Service." Chase commanded as he unfastened his pants. Bitch-boy started to straighten and was struck to the floor. "I did not tell you to move from that position."
Bitch-boy resumed the bent-over form and walked slowly to Chase. Seeing that his chair was low enough, he brought up his head and was able to reach his Master's cock. Finding that he could do what was demanded of him, the slave happily want about his task. Serving his Master was Bitch-boy's favourite things to do.
It was clear to Chase that it had been too long since this slave had serviced him. His skills were better than just about any other at oral sex, when focused properly. The Master allowed his slave to do what made him happy, letting himself just enjoy the sensation until he grabbed the slave by the hair and plunged as far down his throat as he filled the slave's throat. Chase felt the slave swallow constantly both to contain the liquid, and to please his Master with the feeling.
"Back to where I put you, slave." Chase commanded and saw the slave hurriedly move back. "That was pleasing, slave. Perhaps you will earn another name, since you are now far more than a mere Bitch-boy. I will think on it."
The slave nodded that he heard his Master, but knew it didn't require him to speak. A name change could be both good and bad. Slut had been Hopeless when she first arrived, than It when she displeased Master, and finally Slut when she earned her Master's name again. Bitch-boy wasn't worried. His Master was pleased with him, there would be no downgrade in name, just something to better show his desire to serve.
Chase turned on the monitors that covered his home, seeing how and what his slaves were doing. Princess was still held upward, her feet shifted to better accomodate the forced position. Precious was in his bedroom tending to his reclaimed slave. She was still fearful, but had made strides since being back in his care. Cock-sucker and Worthless were resting in their cells, ready to be commanded at any moment. Useless, Wishful were reading their books.
He pushed a button leading to a speaker into his dungeon. "Useless Display positions until further notice." he commanded and saw the slave stand, legs apart and arms spread wide. "Worthless and Cock-sucker, kneel down until further notice." The two newly named slaves put themselves laying on the ground over their knees. "Wishful, stand." The last slave stood, her hands behind her head, legs spread and chest out. "Think what your position is telling me as you are there."
His further slaves occupied he turned to his workbench, taking a radio he had been working on for the Temple. They needed a better way to communicate with the vast population being underground where waves don't usually like to work.
Four hours later he paused, observing his slaves. Bitch-boy was about to fall, his arms not wanting to support him any further. Pointless was letting out a constant moan having been teased and only had a single release. Turning to the monitors he saw that Princess was silently sobbing, her arms hurting from the straps holding her in place. Useless was still standing strong, having done this many times before. Wishful was still in perfect position although he noticed a quiver to her legs. Worthless and Cocksucker were still kneeling, Worthless doing well, but her male counterpart fidgeting. He would wait for one of them to fail, then release the others, punishing the failure.
