The slut,that's what her owner called her, when he dragged her naked to the table, and put her up as collateral for his final hand. He lost, and so I won her in a two bit gambling game, on a riverboat outside of Tupelo Mississippi.
A small frail underfed blond. She was twenty-two years old, and looked thirty with her garish makeup and frizzy hair. All it took to win her was a royal flush. Mr. Scott, her owner, was a very stupid man. He tried to buy her back later that night, but by then, we had been cleaned her up, and I knew that I had lucked into quality breeding stock. I should be able to recognize good blood when I find it. Dogs, cattle, horses or people. I own enough of each to know what is profitable,and what isn't worth the trouble. I was just the man to turn this frail strumpet into a nice profit.
My name is Reeves St.John, owner of Paradise Acres, among other business ventures, including the Tupelo Queen, a gambling boat. I was traveling with Belle, my favorite slave. She cleaned the slut up, tended her wounds, and cut her hair. I preferred long hair,but hers would have to grow again. For now this made the best of what was there. Cleaned up, she was a very appealing creature.
Belle kept her chained in her cabin, to the foot of her bed through the night. She brought her to me early the following morning, for her first examination. Sitting comfortably in an easy chair, I put her through several tests, made her fetch a ball, jump up and down, climb up and down a ladder, do her alphabet, and numbers,before physically examining her. I went over every inch of her inside and out. She balked at this, like any filly with spirit would do. I was pleased to see she had some fire left. I hated a slave with no spirit.
"What's your name child?" I asked finally."Slut Sir"came the immediate reply. "No dear, that may be what you are, but sometime in your past you did have a name, now what might it have been?" I waited, a moment or two, allowing let her think. The slut hesitating, as if afraid to be hit, finally stammered," Melissa Sir, it's Melissa. I smiled," Melissa that's a very pretty name, Belle write in our book, that on April 18th, we took possession of Melissa from James Scott of Tupelo Mississippi, a gambling man, payment in full for a debt of $250.00." I then asked the little slave, "Now, Melissa. Do you understand what has happened to you? She shook her head no.
"Melissa, Mr. Scott is no longer your owner, I am. Do you understand this?" She nodded, and shyly smiled showing beautiful white teeth and from under her long lashes, clear sapphire blue eyes. "Good, I want you to know, I am nothing like Mr. Scott. I own almost 400 slaves. I buy and sell them every day. Belle here ,will tell you I am fair but strict. You do as requested, you will never be mistreated like you were with Scott. I have decided to train you as a pleasure slave. Do you know what that means?" She shook her head no. "Belle will explain it to you, and your training will start after we see that you get breakfast. One fear, you may lay to rest right now, you will never be hungry again."
Melissa surprised him by standing on tiptoe and softly kissing his cheek. "Belle remove her, " I was left alone with only my thoughts.
I reached for a morning cigar. Waiting for Belle to return, I was content. This had been a very profitable trip. Funny thing, it just kept getting better and better. I already knew just who would want Melissa for their own, once she was trained. Fact of the matter, I could think of two people who would desire her .That was even better for me, and so I laughed. There was the matter of the training to consider, I smiled thinking of it. Training a pleasure slave was always fun.
Belle, took care of the new slave and her needs, and then left her chained inside her cabin. She hurried back to her Master, with breakfast. She knew he was waiting for her, knowing the new slave needed attention, but waiting for anything was not something Reeves St. John did well. She was right, I was pacing the cabin when she returned.
Setting his breakfast on the table, she proceeded to strip off her clothes. Getting the basin of hot water, she had ordered to be waiting, she shaved him and dried him carefully. "Will you require a bath this morning Master?" He growled his answer "No I thought I might have you lick me clean." Belle sank to her knees as he shed his clothes, she knew where this bath would start. Master's cock was above average even before he was rigid. Fully hard, it was difficult for her to suck it all into her mouth. Part of his excitement was seeing the pain it brought her, as she swallowed it. She carefully licked all of him, up and down his shaft and both of his balls, one by one, and then as he scooted up in the chair ,started behind his cock and unto his warm tight ass. She loved to hear his moans, as she licked and sucked ,and thrust her tiny pink tongue into and out of his ass. It pleased her to make him happy. Soon she felt him releasing his seed into the air. "Now Belle look what you have done? Made a mess of things again. It is plain to see, I will have to punish you."
Belle smiled, "Yes Master, I am a very careless slave, please punish me Sir, she moaned."
Laughing, I grabbed her and threw her across my lap. I started paddling her luscious ass. She twisted and turned and moaned and cried softly for me in pleasure. My fingers found their way into her ass and her pussy. "I see you are in heat again slave. Will my work never be done?"
"No Master, I am the worst of slaves." I pushed her gently to the ground, and shoved into her waiting pussy, working her hard until I felt her first climax overtake her, and then I worked on my favorite spot, her sweet, luscious, warm and wonderful ass, having already been fucking her there with two fingers as my cock was occupied with her pussy, I pushed into her and she opened for me like the old friend,I was.Several strokes later we were both in climax. Sometime later I sat back up in my chair and Belle finished my bath.. It was a favorite morning routine for the two of us. We finally ate, with me feeding Belle most of the succulent parts of the ham, as they were her favorite part.
That afternoon the training of Melissa began.