After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.
Today should be my favourite day of the week, Sunday, the day I'm in charge of the household. Not a fun position for a bonded slave to be in. For one thing if I make a mistake in spanking too hard, or not demanding enough the tables will switch very quickly and with terrible results. Last thing I wanted to do was to be sent back to the Boom-boom Room or miss the chance or working in the Entertainment Industry which I was sure I would be good at.
"What time is it," I asked Mandy.
"Six o'clock," my Android told me. "Your usual time is five, and according to the condo's computer these two sleep till ten. What are your orders?"
"Can I have a cup of coffee and some toast while I read over their files," I asked, "please?"
"Very well," Mandy agreed, "but you will need to do your morning exercises you are getting fat."
"I'm sure you will remedy that," I shuttered reaching to feel my well spanked bottom from last night.
"You can touch yourself," advised Mandy, "use a slave when you want to sexually relieve yourself."
"My bottom seems to be healing faster," I half asked it. "Is this what being an Ancient is all about?"
"I'm afraid so," it advised bringing a tray into my room.
From previous conversations I know Dianna and Charles both had stressful jobs and all they wanted to do on Sunday was to just shut-down and relax. Both are into spankings, light bondage, chastity, and a number of other fetishes similar to mine, with one main exception, they like to switch often. I think they need a little stability even with their hectic work schedule.
"From what I see here," I said with a sigh, "these two needs is a good schedule to live by a little more order."
"Why talk to me," Mandy replied blandly, "I'm just an Android."
"Well you are a very organized and well programmed Android," I argued back. "You can at least give me advice."
"I suppose," it grumbled.
"I hate to look outside my room," I ventured, "will I have to clean the house."
"Certainly not," it snapped, "Mistress Dianna said half drunkenly, "we're going to bed,"" it chirped in her drunken voice, ""clean up a little will ya." So I did."
The house was spotless, Mandy was as ever efficient. I told her it was time to get into trainer mode and it marched me out to the balcony for a half hour of calisthenics. It didn't need to touch me; I worked hard and wanted to keep myself in shape. The question is will I be able to get Dianna and Charles into shape. After taking a shower and enduring having Mandy was my private parts and giving me a cleansing enema was I allowed getting dressed and being back in charge? I changed into my sweat suit and got to work.
"Good morning slaves," I cheered to Charles and Dianna. Charles's ass was very sore and in the air, Dianna was on her back double ended strap-on still on her. "Dianna leaving that thing in your pussy is not good for your health."
"It feels so good," she grumbled. "I want to go back to sleep."
"You will not you naughty slave," I unsnapped the clasps and took it out of her. He vagina was gaping wide from the night of fucking, I turned her over and gave her a dozen with the paddle. Mandy then handed me her chastity belt and she was locked up. Upon seeing what was happening to his wife Charles got out of bed quickly.
"Alright you two," I said. "Out for calisthenics," they both grumbled but a few swats of the paddle got them moving. Mandy instructed them into a light morning work-out. They were pathetic; I verbally humiliated the two of them and moved twice as fast as them to get them moving. In the end they were both exhausted.
A few swats of the paddle and they moved into the shower where Mandy cleaned them both. I kept them both in chastity belts but ordered a sport-bra for Dianna since she was supporting a pair of C-cups. Breakfast was however amusing.
"This stuff is pretty bland," grumbled Charles, "can't I have a taste of what you have Master."
"That's Mister Jones to you," snapped Mandy giving a smack on the back of the head.
"Mister Jones," said Dianna, "this porridge is rather bland."
"Well," I smiled, "now you know why your humble slave will suck every bit of sweetness off your fingers. Slave Porridge is designed to give you all the nutrients you need and keep you regular. I let you sit at chairs in a civilized manner, would you rather eat while on your knees?"
"No Mister Jones," they both said.
"Now one of you has to pretend they are in charge and take me to the Mall," I concluded. "So you both better behave, one will have the freedom of going to the Mall. The other, tied to a bunk with a butt-plug up their ass. Now the dishes need to be cleaned. And since the automated dish-washer is expensive to use, doing it by hand will be done whenever and wherever possible. Charles your hands are rather tough, you wash."
I kept the two of them busy, little contest like pushing a roll of toilet paper with their noses around the living room. Winner will not get it up the ass by me. Dianna worked very hard not to get it up the ass and that made me curious. By the time Dianna and I had to go to the Mall Charles had a large butt-plug up his sore ass. I left him in the slave room with Mandy watching over him.
"Over my knee," I ordered Dianna as I sat down on a comfortable chair in the Master Bedroom and lined up a row of butt-plugs.
"I've been a good girl," she protested but bend over my knee. She was wearing a grey summer dress to match my grey sweat suit. I lifted the dress to expose her naked ass. I pressed one finger against her anus. "Ouch," she shuttered.
"Virgin," I asked, "your file says anal."
"Well," she stammered, "I'm anal curious. But if given the choice I would rather have you in my pussy."
"You should realize," I told her; "you will get it up the ass by me, whenever I want to. Period," I used a liberal amount of lube up her ass and inserted a small butt-plug slowly into her ass. She whimpered but took it all. I then locked the butt-plat into place. "Okay," I sighed, "you can play at being the Mistress till we get back. Do you want to strip me and put me in chastity?"
"No," she sighed, "but I don't see where being in a Mall with this thing up my ass will help me very much. You're in charge, so, let's go."
After another dizzy session at the Language Clinic I wanted to sit and relax. I told her I wanted to have a snack, so she took me to her favourite ice cream shop. Compared to the Dairy Queen her favourite place was outrageous. One taste told me why, the ice cream was loaded with liquor.
"If Mandy finds out I was drinking alcohol," I told Dianna, "it will cane me. I can't finish this, can you order me a non-alcoholic drink please."
"And if I told you to finish it," she smiled wickedly at me.
"I would do as I am told," I told her humbly.
"And face a very hard beating."
"Yes Mistress Dianna."
"I bet Cupcake would not be as lenient as me. Waiter," she called, "my companion has no tolerance to alcohol this will make him very sick. Could you make him a non-alcoholic drink please?"
"At once Madam," the boy-toy waiter said. He wore a male version of a very skimpy waitress which included a Heredshe thong.
"You were checking out his ass," Dianna accused me.
"I'm bisexual," I chuckled, "I can look. Just don't touch," I added sheepishly in an attempt to give her cow eyes.
"You are such a rogue," she laughed. She drank both drinks and it didn't seem to affect her. I enjoyed my milkshake. Finally I got the nerve to ask her a more serious question.
"Any idea on what Uncle Paul's plans are for me," I had to ask.
"You first have to learn the language," she avoided. "Concentrate on that."
"I get these weird shots and hypno-sleep. You call that study."
"By next Friday you will be able to understand the written word. You will also be able to watch some TV in Freedom Common then you get an idea. Other than that, it's up to you."
"What do you mean?"
"He doesn't want you in the station unless absolutely necessary. So after your class I'll have you over for afternoon delight."
"So I'm locked up at your condo waiting for another Intern to pick me up?"
"Exactly."
"Can I do research?"
"Sure," she smiled, "just don't go into the station."
"Alright," I surrendered. Then changing the subject, "do you think I could be an actor," I had to ask.
"You," she looked me over, "hard to tell, for all I know you could be acting nice to me."
"Well, consider me a friend Dianna, for that is the best loyalty I can give you."
"You don't love your Mistress," she teased me.
"Love is a strong word," I warned her, "and if a Clairvoyant, two of them actually, say you will marry somebody, well, I guess I should surrender to my fate."
"And you're still my friend," she concluded, "even after all the terrible things I do to you, the diapers, having my friends bugger you. Ordering Mandy to punish you. You don't mind me doing that to you?"
"It pays the bond," I shrugged, "and, well, I need it. I am a submissive. And you are my owner."
"Okay," she shrugged, "let's go home, maybe Mister Jones will take this thing out of my ass."
"Sure," I agreed, "because he wants to put his cock up it.
