The Slave Ch 02 3

Smack!

I hit her hard across the face, waking her instantly. She looks up at me in shock, but immediately averts her gaze, remembering her lesson from the previous day. Good.

"Good morning, Slave. I have something for you." I turn and walk back to the entrance where another of my slaves, my young sister, in fact, awaits with a small bundle of clothes folded neatly in her arms. Grabbing them, I turn and return to my new slave and drop them at her feet. "You will wear these everyday from now on. I will only give you three sets and I expect you to keeping them clean and in good repair. I will expect you to always be in uniform unless I tell you otherwise, and if it is dirty or in disrepair, you will be punished. If you do not have any uniforms left, you will need to do your best to convince me to get you another."

She looks down at the clothes I have thrown in her lap. They are a typical French maid's uniform, with a few notable differences. First off, there are no undergarments, save for the thigh-high hose and garter belt. The black skirt is short, just to the tops of the hose, if I'm not mistaken in my measurements, and skin tight. The blouse, is virginal white with buttons up the middle in the male fashion, just to cause her discomfort; the sleeves are long enough to reach her wrists throughout the day, even with all the bending she will have to do; and is small, small enough to be practically molded to her like a second skin. The shoes are open and secured with an ankle strap with a five inch heel to give her legs extra length, and cause extra discomfort. Like the hose and skirt, the shoes are a deep black. The entire outfit is made of rough-spun wool, again, just to cause her discomfort.

She looks at them in disgust, instinctively knowing their function and disapproving it. She looks away, refusing to acknowledge them. I can see her eyes water, buy she holds them back, refusing to show me any emotion. She is upset and off-balance, just the way I want her. I bend down and pull her chin up so that she is facing me. She refuses to look at me. "Good girl. Now look at me." Slowly, she complies, fear and anguish clearly evident in her green eyes. "This is the last piece to your uniform, never to be taken off except by me." I hold up a black-polished leather encased steel collar for her viewing pleasure. Or disgust, as it would seem at the moment from the extreme widening of her eyes. Holding her chin firmly in her grasp, I wrap it around her neck and lock it into place with a small electronic locking mechanism. It's a perfect fit. The solid steel D-ring in the front ensures I will be able to control her easily with a leash attachment if I so choose.

"Please! No! Take it off, you bastard..." is as far as she gets before I wail on her hard for a moment, causing her lip to bleed a little.

"I did not give you permission to speak, Slave. Now apologize for your transgression or you will suffer some more." She hesitates for a moment, understandably as I dazed her with my cuffs. She looks at my feet for another moment before trying speak.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you. Speak up."

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"What are you sorry for, Slave?"

"I'm sorry for speaking without your permission, Sir."

"Very good, Slave. Now, you are going to do everything that Sammantha here tells you to. You will address her as Mistress or Mistress Sammantha, and you will treat her with the same respect and obedience that you would me." I walked to the door, and paused next to my slave sister, Sammantha, and handed her a key. "You are to get dressed and get to work immediately." I told my newest slave without facing her. Then, to my sister slave, "Get her ready and in the kitchen As quickly as possible. I'll take a light breakfast with John in the dinning room in one hour." Then left the room as Sammantha executed a perfect curtsy and a quiet "Yes, Master" in my wake.

An hour later, I was sitting in the dinning room with friend and accountant, John Reesemore, making chit-chat when my slaves walked in carrying our breakfast. My new slave held the tray steady and calm, eyes downcast as Sammantha presented them neatly before us. When done, Slave set the tray down on a table near the kitchen door, and stood back against the wall, hands clasped before her, looking at her shoes as instructed by Sammantha.

"Is there anything else I may do to be of service, Master?" she asked without looking at us.

"Nothing for me, thank you. John?"

"The usual, please, and use your teeth this time." Sammantha glanced at me, anticipation lighting her eyes, and I nodded my approval.

"Yes, Master, yes, Sir." Sammantha said somewhat eagerly. With zero hesitation, my obedient younger sister kneeled down between John's legs and skillfully withdrew his ten-inch monster using just her teeth. I heard a slight gasp from the doorway as my youngest slave enthusiastically swallowed the large slab of meat before her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Slave holding her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide in shock as if unable to believe that someone would offer sexual favors as a breakfast side item.

I returned my attention back to my food and opened the paper before me. Meanwhile, John began munching on his toast.

"So, where'd you get the new slave?" John asked after awhile. He inhaled sharply as Sammantha, swallowing the entirety of John's cock, wormed a finger into his ass. "Damn, girl, slowdown! I don't want to finish yet!" Sammantha immediately retracted her finger and eased up on the blow-job. The lurid sucking noises that accompanying a good, sloppy blow-job could be heard throughout the large room as Sammantha's head slowly rose and fell from John's lap. Below that, I could hear her hum and moan, thoroughly enjoying the sexual act herself. I looked down and saw her left hand under her skirt moving furiously across her clit and pussy.

"I picked her up in Washington. She was a cop." I said, turning my full attention to the shivering woman by the door. Her face had turned to a pasty white as all the blood had flushed away. She looked at me nervously, eyes wide with fright again as John and I talked openly about her. As soon as she noticed us looking her way, her face grew even whiter, if that were possible, and she dropped her gaze to her feet.

"She's a cop? That's a little risky, isn't it? I mean, they're going to really be looking for her, right?" John's attention snapped back to me. He seemed to be battling between shock and ecstasy as he tried to comprehend our topic of conversation while suffering the rigorous tortures of such an exquisitely skilled mouth.

"True, but they won't be looking for her here, now will they? You know perfectly well how suitable a location this is for what I do. No one knows she's here. There's no way off, and there's no one she can call for help. Washington's over three thousand miles away from here. We have no worries." As I spoke, color returned with a vengeance to Slave's face as she began to ball. "I'm sorry, John, but I'll have to finish this conversation later. I need to take care of my newest acquisition. Sammantha, help our friend achieve bliss the good way." I stood up and walked over to Slave and stood above her. She had begun balling so hard that she had slumped to her knees in a fit of uncontrollable sadness. Behind me, Sammantha had withdrawn John's cock from her mouth, and without even addressing me with a "Yes, Master," she jumped up, pulled her skirt up to her waist, and mounted John's lap, sinking herself down upon his throbbing staff with a pleasurable sigh of relief.

With no gentleness, I brought Slave to her feet, and taking her firmly by the upper arm, I led her from the room, and to the cool damp chamber she was in when she arrived, leaving Sammantha and John in orgasmic bliss. When we reached the dank chambers, I led her to the back wall, and again chained her arms behind her back to it.

"You need to learn to control your emotions better, Slave. And you need to learn your place. It doesn't need to be this way. All you have to do is listen and do what I tell you to." I said standing up, towering over her again. "Your rations will be cut in half for the next two days while you are here. I'll send someone to see to your needs later." I walked back to the door and turned off the lights. "See you then." I closed and locked the door behind me, and went in search of a fresh slave to ease my arousal.