(This story is set in a world where legalized, non-hereditary slavery is common-place for serious crime, unredeemed debt, or voluntary self-indenture. Eighteen years of age is the minimum for anyone in this world to be enslaved or be involved in slave business operations. This is strictly a FANTASYâI do not condone slavery or forced sex in the real world.)
George Bush International Airport, May 17. I was the only one on the airplane who WASN'T in a hurry to get off. My sophomore year in college was over, as were the 10 days I got to spend with my parents in upstate New York. Now I was looking down the barrel of three-plus months of full-time "personal service" for my college roommate's mother, Anne Foster, here in Houston. And that personal service contract meant being Free In Name Only (FINO), wearing nothing but a collar while I served as a de facto slave in the household. Serving my roommate, Pam, was fine because she was affectionate, if bossy; serving her older brother, Jessie, was thrilling, because I loved being a submissive sex object with my considerate boyfriend. But serving the servants? Not fun. Worse than that, today was the day that the youngest child in the family, George, would turn 18, and guess who was going to be his sex-toy present? Shudder.
Pam met me at the baggage carousels. There was no real reason for me to bring bags, of course, but I couldn't explain to my Mom that her only child was about to spend the summer as a naked slut, so I had a full set of clothing that would stay in the bags. Pam hugged me and we walked outside the terminal, where Hugo the chauffeur picked us up. Hugo was very polite and efficient, putting my bags into the trunk, but as soon as we left the airport, Pam turned to me and gently suggested that I "get changed."
No sense worrying about Hugo looking in the rear-view mirrorâhe'd already seen me slave naked in March, not to mention repeatedly feeling me up and even once getting a blowjob from me. I gritted my teeth and pulled off my travelling clothes, which Pam put into a large tote bag. Finished, I knelt on the floor, which at least meant I was not visible from outside, while Pam buckled a slave collar around my neck. For the rest of the trip we had what sounded like a normal conversation between close friendsâexcept that she was petting my head like a dog as I knelt next to her, slave naked in the back seat.
When we got to the house, she smuggled me quickly through the kitchen door into her room. The good news was that I would spend the afternoon there, out of sight; the bad news was that about 7:30 p.m. I would be delivered to George's room to await the birthday boy. In the interim, with Pam's permission, I took a nap in my cage, then lubed up both of my passages and planted a large plug in my butt, stretching me for the coming ordeal. (I had been wearing similar plugs at home for most of my vacation.)
7:25. Pam tied a huge red bow connecting the nipple rings she had forced me to get at school, then led me quietly to her brother's room. Inside, I "assumed the position" on the floor, facing the doorâknees at a 45-degree angle allowing full frontal view of my body, fingers interlaced behind my neck, and a fake smile on my face. Pam also left a pair of handcuffs and a large supply of lubricated condoms on the bed behind me. George knew I had signed a FINO personal services contract, but he'd never seen me in slave mode before, so I wasn't sure how he'd react.
7:33. I needn't have worried. The moment he opened his bedroom door, a huge smile spread across his face. (What more would an 18-year-old guy want for his birthday, if not a naked sex slave, with C-cup boobs, kneeling in his bedroom?) Before I could lose my nerve, I firmly announced "Happy Birthday, Master. How may I serve you?" I tried to sound enthusiastic, even though I was dreading the whole thing.
He must have expected something like this--Pam had told me that his mother warned him not to mistreat his present. Anyway, he didn't hesitate any longer than was necessary to close and lock the door behind him. Then he pulled his desk chair in front of me, unzipped, and pulled out a prick that was already half-erect as he sat down. Perhaps it wasn't quite as big as his brother's but it was still substantial and (thank heavens) it seemed clean.
"Suck my cock, Slut." He said with only a slight tinge of excitement. Deep breathâtime to earn my salary by providing some very personal services. I was awkward for the first few seconds, kissing and licking the head of his excited ram before taking most of it into my mouth while running my tongue along the bottom side. Then I dared to break position enough to cup his balls and the base of his cock with my handsâhe groaned quietly and leaned forward so he could fondle my breasts. Somewhere, this young man had learned something about women, for he was much gentler than I had expected, drawing a matching groan from me, only mine was muffled by a mouthful of still-expanding cock. I would much rather have been worshipping his brother, but suddenly this evening seemed a lot more enjoyable.
As if he could read my mind, he calmly explained that "I've had a lot of time to explore my girlfriend's boobs, but I'd never dare order her to suck me off. Besides, your tits are bigger!" I paused in my swallowing, backed off until my mouth was almost empty, and mumbled a smiling "Thank you, Master," before returning to my task.