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.
I had totally forgotten that I was now living inside a new young body, and three ounces of rum has the same effects on me when I was 18, even though my brain is 80. I got drunk, passed out; Master Charles had to carry me out of the cab and to my room. I half expected finding myself in a wet diaper or worse. Instead I was soundly asleep in the same bed as Master Charles and Mistress Dianna. Each was half on me, and a hand on my cock. My butt was partly healed and was still sore for the punishment I got last night. I was getting aroused and frightened.
"Morning Master," Charles kissed my cheek.
"Morning Master," Dianna kissed my cheek.
"Okay," I drawled, "so when are you two going to flip my legs up and spank me?"
"Do you want us to spank you Master," asked Charles with a childish smile.
"But last night," I asked, "I got drunk last night."
"We check with Mandy," Charles explained, "you're not a Boom-boom Room Slave any more. You're an adult like us now. We are not going to punish you for using Earth words, or your past culture. Bring it to the table, there are companies, big companies, who bid on remaking movies from your plant to match ours. So Master, what's up for today?"
"I just want to sleep in," said Dianna in a cheeky fashion rolling on her tummy with her ass inviting the air.
Half an hour later I went to my room to get dressed while my two subdued slaves drank their morning juice from Mandy's breast; things were looking great. It felt great to be wearing underwear, a sweat suit, socks, and even running shoes inside the house. My wife would never allow that. I got back to the kitchen and found Rota looking mournfully at her porridge.
"What's the matter virgin girl," I asked her.
"I hate eating porridge every day," she grumbled.
"Then why don't you have a day off too," I smiled, "I don't need a Gofore so I'm sending you to the 6 Corps Mall with orders to have fun. Let me see your credit band." She showed me her ring; I was wearing my gigolo ring. "One hundred credits, general account. Dianna," I called to my female slave, "what's the best place for a make-over?"
"The Shining," said Dianna, "but they are expensive a complete make-over is 500 credits."
"Make that one thousand credits," I told the ring, "and Rota, you have to do and wear what they say. I want you to shine. Or your butt will be as red and sore as Dianna's on a Thursday Night." Rota looked terrified. "Now get girl," I snapped, "and I'll have you fitted for a chastity belt!" I told her as she ran off to her room to get dressed.
"I never punished my staff that hard," whispered Dianna.
"I don't plan on doing that either," I whispered back.
"Personally," smiled Charles, "the loss of control of her chastity can scare her too."
"When should I be back," called Rota from the doorway.
"Supper time," I called back, "6PM, don't be late."
"Yes Mister Jones," she called, "I mean SIR!" The door closed and she was gone.
"Okay," I snapped to my willing slaves, "morning exercises, let's do some stretching."
"Hey haven't you done enough of that," said Charles rubbing his sore rectum.
"Hands away from yourself," I snapped and swatted him.
I worked Charles and Dianna hard when it was necessary. The wild life of TV celebrities put a few pounds on both of them. I hated to think what would happen if they didn't have a personal trainer. We took a shower together, and shower sex, we had the time. I also made sure they spent time on their personal computers and took care of any email or messages that had to be attended to. After lunch I had my two naked slave into some minor bondage, sensory deprivation, blindfolds and headphones while their mouths were gagged with ashtray holders. I made it a point to be sitting on the balcony smoking a Cuban cigar with them nearby. That's when Jeff arrived.
Jeff the gorilla film critic was looking his dapper best. He was wearing what could best be described as a yellow 70's Pimp Suit, complete with chains, but flexible shoes to match his pithecine physic. Yes Jeff really is a gorilla, right out of
Planet of the Apes
, but very affable and sificicated.
"Come on out to the balcony we can talk and smoke out there," I told him.
"Good Lord," shuttered Jeff at the doorway, "Master Charles in submission."
"Yes he is," I pushed Charles's face to the floor and he rose his well punished and well greased ass to the air. "He can't hear or see us either." I gave him a couple swats then put him back on his heels. "How's Colin?"
"Melancholy as ever," sighed Jeff, "he's secretly taking film critics courses. Now what is this all about?"
"I want you to change over to Action Network," I told him as I offered a Cuban.
"Impossible," snapped Colin as he lit his cigar before explaining, "we're the highest paid critics in the Free Zone and syndicated throughout the Free Skyes Free Zones."
"The Free Zone," I reminded him and tapped an ash into Dianna's ashtray. The smoke made her nostrils flair. "Represents twenty-five percent of the Free Skyes population. The internet has you listed as pornography simply through association. Action Network sells some of its shows outside the zone and off planet. We can get you global, all we have to do is re-package the show."
"That may be so," countered Jeff, "but how much experience do you guys have at this?"
"Just a sec," I told him and took off Charles's blindfold; he looked startled. I signalled him to remain quiet and took off the gage. "Charles," I asked pleasantly, "as my mentor how many shows has Action Network produced for planetary and off planet distribution?"
"Several," he answered quickly. I smacked him on the rump with a strap. He blinked fast and answered. "We have four show in syndication at three systems, and four others that are syndicated throughout the system." He then took the courage to ask, "what are you doing?"
"Working on my show proposal," I told him. "We're going to produce the Colin and Jeff Show on Action Network."
"We can't afford them," Charles told me.
"Think outside the box Charles," I said as I held up the strap, but didn't use it. "Colin and Jeff are in the Ghetto of the Free Zone we got the skills to get them outside that Ghetto."
"We can do that," said Charles.
"Good," I put the gage back in his mouth, blindfold and headphones. He shuttered but a couple whacks of the strap put him in line.
"Is this how you usually do business," Jeff asked me.
"Only when I want to keep a secret," I told him, "now do you have any files on budgets you can get me?"
"I have them right here," he handed me an information stick. "So isn't you computer bugged?"
"Yea but not my lap-top," I chuckled, "I try to keep it out of the network ever since I left the Boom-boom Room."
"Good planning," he told me. "So when do you do the proposal?"
"Friday with any luck," I assured him. "I'll have to go through some tests, but I will lay the proposal on Uncle Paul one way or the other."
"Well good luck to you," said Jeff, getting up. "So if that concludes business, I'll be on my way. Unless you plan on anything," he smiled and shifted his hips.
"Not today Jeff," I smiled, "my duty is to keep my owners relaxed and not worrying about work. Besides I still have issues with large people," I whispered to him.
"Hum," grunted Jeff, "I'm just too much of a male for you." He smiled and left. I quickly went back to the balcony and pulled the head restraints off Charles.
"I'm sorry about this Charles," I told him, "but Uncle Paul is such a control freak, and I need a free hand to get my ideas rolling."
"Well you should at least trust me," he snapped back as he struggled with his handcuffs. "Oh if I could get these off I'd spank you good."
"Good idea," I said and pushed his face to the floor and paddled him some more. After a little sex play I made him cum and put him back into position. After that I did the same to Dianna, who had no idea of what was going on but enjoyed the sex play. Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door.
"Charles, Marcy," I smiled, "please come in."
"What are we doing at your owner's home," asked Charles who still looked a little sloppy in a casual suit.
"Those work-out clothes is not you," smiled Marcy who even in casual clothes still looked ready to kill.
"Hey take a look at the balcony," I told them and lead them out of the condo. "We can talk pretty much freely here."
"You got your owners in bondage," gasped Mike.
"They seem relaxed," remarked Marcy. She sat down near Dianna and ignited a woman's cigar, "what's up," she asked blowing the smoke into Dianna's face.
"Do you two really like the hotel business," I asked them.
"What else can a couple old courtesans do," asked Mike.
"You two are great teachers," I told them, "why not give teaching a chance?"
"That takes money," chuckled Marcy.
"Building, students, text books," sighed Mike, "even the Middle Kingdom ones are not properly written teaching books."
"What about teaching videos," I suggested, "you can even promote your own books."