Dear Reader, when we last left Marjorie, things were going awry. Her dad was making more and more demands upon her, and it seemed her deal with Satan was as poisoned as could be. In this final instalment, we will find out Marjorie's fate after she was foolish enough to deal with the devil.
Marjorie did as she was bid in a melancholy mood. That had backfired spectacularly. Her dad now had not only seen her privates but had seen a macro super-enlarged picture of all her piercings down there too. Worse, her dad was making it public to the world. Anyone who pointed their phone at her, or a picture of her, tattoos would have access to all the information they could desire.
After chatting with three clients, she was surprised when the fourth signed off with a complimentary comment about her tattoos. She quickly clicked on the company site to find a close-up of her hip tattoo front and centre, on the website bio on Slave Em. There was even a link to her registration profile to save folk the inconvenience of pointing their phones at the picture.
Following the link, Marjorie was horrified at the amount of new data entered by her dad. Numerous pictures of her in latex, bondage, gagged and the like, had been uploaded. Even pictures that had been unused on the site, because they did not clearly show a product, had been used. While they did at least push the picture of her nethers off the front page, they left a trail of breadcrumbs so tasty they were hard to resist, with the honeypot waiting at the end as a reward.
So there it was. Satan's plan was getting more and more real. She had hoped for a light at the end of the tunnel. But it seemed that light was just a train coming towards her. She was now publicly marked as property. Her dad had taken the lie to the utter limit. Her likes and dislikes, her perceived skills and her image were on public display as she was named a thing, an object, property, and her master's slave.
To her horror, a comment appeared at the bottom of her profile;
MistressSadie1985 Lucky enough to know this slave personally. Even more beautiful in the flesh. The pictures don't do her justice. She is utterly servile. Collared 24/7 and always dressed in fetish fashion. Rarely out of latex, and always leashed in public this slave is a credit to her owner's training and discipline. Submissive to the core and destined to spend her life in a collar. Über jelly that her master collared her before I did. Sir, if you ever consider selling her...
Was that really Sadie? She clicked on the name to be taken to the owner's profile. Sadie was smiling out of the screen at her. No number, just a name, in her stats she was listed as the owner of a slave with a nine-digit number similar in format to hers. That linked to a profile page for Joanne. Similar details and pictures were provided in Jo's profile to Marjorie's own profile. This was insane. Joanne had gone from fellow work colleague to sister slave in a matter of hours. How was this happening? Was this more of Satan's work? Was the Devil resting his thumb on the scales to ensure she remained collared?
She clicked back to her own page to see the added info entered by her dad. He too had a page of his own on which he proudly declared himself the owner of herself. She looked up to see her dad intently typing, engrossed in the screen as he worked.
"Master?" He looked over at her.
"Isn't all this a bit much? Joanne and Sadie too?"
"I don't see why. Actually, I'm delighted at this turn of events. It seems Sadie is wasting no time with Joanne. I'll go down before the end of play today and ensure this is all consensual. But, if it is, I can see a path where we can take a back seat as the business grows."
"Yes, Master. But all this info about me you have posted..."
"Feeling exposed, slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"Hmm, I can't see a way past it as things stand. You don't object, do you? I really need you to be okay with this. However, if you say the word..."
"It's okay, Master. Totally on board. Umm, are there any shots of me you need that you don't have?" The panic that overtook her when she nearly accidentally said no to her dad surged over her. Why did she keep doing this to herself?
"Actually, yes, girl. All the pictures I've posted so far are from studio shoots. I want some more candid shots, so people can see you really are collared all the time and not just during photo shoots. Get into the habit of taking selfies for a while. Show off your uniform, what you wear normally and that you do indeed wear latex and PVC out in public."
"Yes, Master," Marjorie smiled at her dad. Inside, her heart sank further. Satan was winning this fight. Now she had to post selfies of herself in fetish outfits! All smiles and faked delight that she was dressed that way, and then send them to her dad. This was so fucked up.
The day dragged on. For a large part of the afternoon, her dad disappeared down to the shop floor. Clearly checking on the new relationship between Sadie and Joanne. There was a brief lull in callers, and Marjorie used the time to take a few selfies of herself at work. She ensured the gleaming steel collar was clearly visible to appease her dad.
Marjorie sat quietly, and fidgeted with the ring on her collar, during the ride home. The next hurdle she had to overcome was Sadie's 'orders.' Getting her dad to play ball while she worked within the parameters those orders enforced.
Arriving home, she rushed upstairs as if to change into her maid uniform before cooking dinner. Figuring it was within the brief given by Sadie, Marjorie made her way back downstairs as naked as she could manage. Which was to say she wore nothing but her collar and the chastity belt. It was the first time her dad would have seen her nude in the flesh. But given the pictures he had been working with all day, Marjorie genuinely did not see the point in pretending she had any modesty left.
She walked into the lounge declaring out loud, "Master, I've made a terrible mistake."
"Jesus, you're naked, girl."
"Actually, I'm not, Master," she replied. "I'm wearing a chastity belt, and Sadie has the keys."
"How come you are still in the belt, and why is that a terrible mistake?" Asked her father who, despite his protestations, had not looked away from his daughter."
"Sadie kept me in it, in case there was a need to reshoot any pictures, Master. Doubtless, Sadie would expect you to call her and demand the key straight away."
"So? Why is that terrible?"
"She may use the opportunity to look for pointers on keeping a slave, Master. Perhaps she'll have you demonstrate with me?"
"I don't see why. She seemed very comfortable with Joanne this afternoon."
"Perhaps I'm being paranoid, Master."
"Even if you are, we have a playroom I can use, do we not?" Her father sneered.
"Master, I don't want to be whipped, though at this point it looks inevitable. Surely next time Sadie sees me, she will expect you to have punished me for getting your pussy locked out and unusable?"
"I guess you should not have kept the belt on then, girl. Why on earth did you?"
"I didn't intend to, Master. I planned to ask Sadie to unlock me near the end of the day. But I got so used to it being there and simply forgot. It wasn't until I went to change, just now, that I realised."
"It's that comfy?"
"Actually, Master, it is not. But I honestly cannot remember the last time my clothes were comfy. I'm usually being cut in half by a corset or bound in a stress position by some leather restraint. I got used to it was all. It's actually pretty uncomfortable."
"Well, I will call the woman after dinner. Now, why did you not cover yourself before coming down?"
"Honestly, Master, I just didn't see the point. I've given you so many bed baths in the past, I know what you look like naked. You've been looking at pictures of my tits and twat all day. I figured telling you straight away was more important than covering over something you have already seen." Also, I'm under orders to ensure you are tipsy and horny, she continued silently in her head. Which is why I'm really not going to enjoy what I'm about to suggest.
"Master, may I make a suggestion?"
"Go on, girl."
"Master, you are going to want access to the belt when Sadie arrives. Given the way she conducted the shoot earlier, she is bound to be curious about our lifestyle. May I suggest I just dress in latex stockings and gloves this evening? Also, as much as I don't want to be whipped, it would look realistic if I am showing several fresh welts. As I mentioned earlier, it would be expected that you would punish me for getting your slave's pussy locked away from you."
"Hmm... That actually makes sense, daughter... You actually do need to be punished. Once again, you've nearly exposed us with your foolishness. I'll flog you for this fuck-up later. Perhaps, if you suffer as a slave really would, you'll stop making these careless mistakes. Do we really need to go through the pantomime of getting Sadie over here tonight though... I could ream her out tomorrow, for not releasing you?"
"Master, please. I've worn this slave collar and dressed in these fetish clothes for months. I now call you Master, and have learned to enjoy being your slave of sorts. While I agree,'" Marge could not believe she was saying these words, "I... I deserve my flogging. I... I think once Sadie realises she has the key... Master, she's going to have expected a call. She's going to want to come over. In fact, she may have kept the key to engineer a visit, just out of curiosity. Master, I've let you down, but I do think you need to invite her, just to stop her from becoming suspicious. As... as much as I don't want to be seen naked and punished, I'd prefer you did those things rather than make everything we have done so far be for nothing."
"You want me to do this?" As he asked, the bulge in his crotch betrayed his true feelings. A sight Marjorie was actually pleased to note. She was perilously close to denying her Master, by arguing with him this way. Silently, in her own head but yet behind an expressionless face, Marjorie yelled, "No, of course not. But I don't want to go to Hell either."
Out loud, she continued, "Master, it's my mistake, so a beating seems fair on one level. Plus, I'd rather Sadie was kept in the dark, and I do think you need to call her over. So, yes, after dinner could you flog me please, Master?"
"Fuck! Hmm, well, just remember you asked. I don't want you throwing this back at me later."
"Of course not, Master," she beamed smiling. Hiding her fury that it was his decision to start this business, use her as the model and pass her off as a slave, that had landed her in this situation.
Dear Reader, Marjorie did not consider it was her own selfish desire to be beautiful, or the poor bargain she had struck, that had contributed in any way to her present situation. Her heart was full of anger as she slid on the stockings and gloves. A rage that continued as she buckled on both wrist and ankle cuffs, with which to secure her later. It did not abate as she prepared her father's meal. Though she showed no trace as she served him his food.
"What's with the tumbler?" Asked her dad as he started eating. The tumbler he referred to contained a large whiskey and two cubes of ice.
