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Lori looked past his cock shaft and saw Alyssa imprisoned in the chair but grinding down in response to the vibrator driving her wild. Her eyelids fluttered and she groaned an embarrassingly gruff groan that made it obvious she was oblivious to the new world around her. Lori noticed her lips were opening and contracting but never quite closing like she thought she was still working on Jones’ cock.
“Just think, slave Nurse Lori. With my command, and only by my command, you could suck and lick slave Alyssa’s pussy for hours if I so wanted. Imagine the sight, taste, and feel of her silky pussy lips on your cheeks, chin, and nose. Imagine her using those young sweet pink lips to, in turn, please you for hours. Can you just feel it? All this and so much more could be yours if you just acknowledge me as your life superior. Call me Master -- and you must sincerely mean it. I must warn you, out of fairness, that if you do you will then always, evermore call me your Master. If you do, Sierra’s mouth returns right where you want it, my cock returns to your mouth, and your future holds many long intimacies with the lovely ladies you know, like, and secretly always desired. ”
Lori looked nervously over at the impossibly aroused slave Alyssa. This was a terrible decision to have to make. Obviously, she’d have to politely turn him down. The alternative was just too… awesome. Sure, she was hot as Hell, but once released she could trek home or catch a ride and spend a night masturbating and doing all those things to her female friends in her mind. Why give up her freedom, will, and morality when masturbation was free?
She watched Alyssa rise into a painfully sharp orgasm. Lori could see every muscle etched by effort from the sternum up through her face and down her arms which tensed rock hard and trembled like a weightlifter setting an Olympic record. It was pure uncontrolled passion. Uncontrolled by slave Alyssa but completely controlled by Master Jones. It was incredibly beautiful. It was rare as gold, rare as leprechaun gold even. Lori wanted it and knew her own lust-filled fantasies could never hope to match it. There was but a single way to obtain what she was seeing across the table.
She said it fast, not out of shame only, but from fear she wouldn’t say it and because she suddenly felt the truth so fervently, “Master. You’re my Master. ”
“What does that make you? ”
“A slave. A slut. A slutty slave! ”
“A slave who loves pussy but who belongs to whom? ”
“You, Master. I belong to you! ”
“For how long? ”
“Forever. I’ll be your slave forever! ”
Jones released Sierra’s handful of hair, slave Sierra’s mouth plunged hard against slave Lori’s defenseless pussy, and Jones slid his spit-cooled cock back into slave Lori’s hot oral receptacle.
Her mouth gripped his member like a loving anaconda, powerful and urgent, but still gently dedicated. This slave might prefer pussy -- though she’d yet to actually lick any -- but she was still quite expert with cock. He’d make sure to have her suck a lot of them. The contrast between smooth-skinned, tall, feminine slave Nurse Lori sucking away at the root of hairy, crude, short Little Johnson would, for instance, be a mental delight. Little did slave Nurse Lori know what was already in store for her!
That mouth was too good. He’d kept himself on the edge of shooting for too long already. He felt like his balls were going to empty themselves completely at any moment. As always, timing was everything. He wanted her to orgasm after him but he needed it to be right after so this slave associated it with her own dedicated performance. Positive feedback? More like positive feed in!
Sure, she was just a slave now, devolved from citizen to sexual servant, and he was her Master, of course. However, Jones’ philosophy was that a Master could never be too dominant or too controlling, and more and more was just better and better.
She was hot, she was on the brink, but he was about to let loose. Quickly, he reached down with both hands, located those thick pink nipples, pincered them viciously between thumb and forefinger, then jerked them sharply outward from her body.
Lori’s mouth opened impossibly wide in automatic reaction to the shocking pain. Before she could emit a squeal of agony Jones planted his cock even deeper to meet and mute her cry, felt his cock’s head squishing on the slick flesh of her inner throat, and he came mightily. Even he could not restrain a loud cry as he poured forth, pumping his load directly down her throat.
He didn’t know it was the cause, but would have been proud, that Sierra captured Lori’s hardened clitoris between pursed lips and mock chewed it to fling her, choking, into an epic orgasm.
Jones got his hands back up to Lori’s mouth to press her teeth apart, just in case she reactively bit down from the fierce orgasm. It was amazing how her throat and mouth vibrated his sensitized cock because of her rapid fire trembling from the depths of her sexual reactions. He shot thick streams of jism down her throat but he remained cognizant and conscientious enough to pull halfway out to blast a pulsing shot into her mouth, then pulled all the way out to shoot a final stream across her left cheekbone, temple, and into her hair. A thick white dollop hung from his cock’s head as he panted and she emitted whooping gasps. Carefully maneuvering his cock he applied it to her upper and lower lips like semen lipstick.
He backed away and slave Lori’s head bowed towards her chest tiredly, her breasts rising and falling with deep breaths. Her blouse was a mess of drool and some sperm.
He saw slave Alyssa was a little more alert. This scene must have rekindled her arousal. The vibrator was still up her snatch after all.
He turned to Kira, “Get these slaves chained up, get them down to the dungeon, and let me know when all is in readiness. ”
He went back and reclined partially naked in his chair at the head of the dining room table. He looked down at his sexual equipment. He felt drained and it looked drained. This sure had been an excellent session. It might be a few hours before he was ready for participating directly in sex again. No worry, he knew just how to keep all these slaves busy.
Jones watched Kira first go over to Alyssa. She turned off the magnetism of the chair. The slave Alyssa was momentarily completely free. Physically at least. That didn’t last and she did not try to resist and made no attempt to save herself as Kira knelt down, attached a chain between her awkward footwear. Then she helped Alyssa move her heavily manacled hands into her lap. Right away Alyssa tried to control her fingers enough to pull the vibrator out of her pussy.
Jones alertly noted that fact, “Flamepussy, chain her hands behind her back. ”
“Yes, Master. ”Kira pulled Alyssa into a precarious standing position, pushed her hands one at a time behind her and chained them together by attaching a chain to thick loops of metal on each manacle. She left for a moment as Alyssa stared dazedly down at the vibrations emanating from her pussy. Her light blonde pubic hair was matted down with wetness. Jones noted she was one of those rare blondes that were so light-toned, nearly platinum, that her pubic hair did not darken when soaked. He planned to keep the pubic hair on that particular slave though many of her co-workers would soon have theirs shaved away or, more likely, waxed off.
Kira returned with a roll of duct tape. She tore off two half foot lengths and then carefully placed and pressed them in a rough X over her pubic mound, extending from lower tummy down across and then up to cling to lower ass cheeks. With her hands chained behind her back and the duct tape on, the vibrator would be staying inside her for the near future.
Kira pushed her around the table over to right next to slave Lori’s chair. In the best of times those shoes were awkward but, weary from spent passion, distracted by too effective vibrations, and shoved by Kira there were several times on the short trip when Kira had to quickly grab a slim upper arm to keep slave Alyssa upright.
Once next to slave Lori, Kira balanced her until she was fairly confident slave Alyssa would remain standing all on her own.
There was none. The slave Lori had no will or sense of self-preservation left for the moment. Kira chained her feet together. When Kira told her to stand she did so co-operatively. Kira chained her manacles together in front of her instead of behind like Alyssa was chained. The reason quickly became evident. Kira used two chains to connect Alyssa’s chained together manacles behind her to Lori’s chained together manacles in front of her. These chains at either end also attached to the same loops of metal already used.
Kira gave Jones a tender, lovingly long smile, private between the two of them as she was turned away from the other two slaves.
Then she turned back to them with a stern expression and tone, “Follow me, slave cattle. If you fall I’ll kick you until you get back up. If you fail to keep up I’ll do something much worse. ”
Kira spun and walked gracefully out from the dining room. With comical clumsiness the two newly minted slaves staggered and swayed as one, various chains rattling. They quickly, panic-stricken, achieved some semblance of co-ordination and followed in a clinking shuffle behind Kira.
They departed and Wayne Jones enjoyed a time of quiet contemplation and self-congratulation on his newest triumph.
About ten minutes later, still basking in the post-orgasmic glow of a two-for-one enslavement, Wayne Jones received a shock that nearly made him yelp.
Unexpectedly a hand grasped his right ankle!
It was a brief gentle touch and, after a moment when he nearly lashed out with his foot, he realized it was the slave Sierra. In all the hubbub of a busy slave-making day they’d lost track of one! Jones briefly considered punishing Kira for the oversight. No, that would not be right. He’d also left this particular useful tool out. He did not want to be a hypocrite.
He went and found a key to her chains, bent down, unlocked her, and actually assisted her out from under the table. She hadn’t stood for hours so she was wobbly on her legs like a newborn foal even though she didn’t wear the goofy elevator shoes like those other two slaves.
Jones appraised her.
Well, she was quite a mess. Naked but covered in various stains and marks of ill treatment. Jones half-smiled. There was still plenty of room for more marks of ill treatment to be added on. The bodies of slaves were his canvas and he painted them with whips among other tools. They should be honored to have such a great artist grace their bodies with his work. Jones smiled with his other half now. Modesty was not his strong suit. Sierra looked a little intimidated by his now wolfish smile. The slave Lori’s pussy juices had dried on her mouth and cheeks like a salty crust. This slave’s pussy was still clearly damp though.
“Thirsty,” Sierra croaked.
“Can’t have that. Slaves need hydration to produce saliva and pussy juice in adequate quantities. ”Jones handed her a glass of water. She slammed it down. Then he handed her an overly tall and full glass of wine which she also drank rapidly.
“You know where the bathroom is. Go ahead and visit it, then come back. ”Jones knew she must be absolutely desperate to pee by now despite her dehydration.
He relaxed while she was away. He’d traded two average slaves to Doctor Wallace as part of the deal for the clinic and in a short time had converted all six of the attractive to beautiful staff members to slavery. He’d tripled his investment in just a couple weeks! Wall Street would be proud. Salve acquisition was not the point of the buy-out however. Oh yes, he had very special plans for the clinic and great use of these slaves’ particular non-sexual talents. Just one more, albeit greatly enjoyable and challenging, step in the grand scheme. Kings were expected to think big. He did.
Anni was doing a fine job running the Institute of Submission. The profits were far greater than he’d expected and increasing dramatically by the day. Money would never be a problem.
Firecrotch reported stupendous progress with the mother of that bitch Cassandra Zane. Excellent. The bodyguard, Indira, was a possible obstacle, or really, was an obstacle, but he had a plan to remove that obstacle. Jones always liked to turn negatives into positives.
The taming of Fishy had gone well. She was really a different creature now. That almost worried him. She had a very important role to play coming up and he’d need her able to think somewhat independently. Wilrey would have to let him borrow his personal slave. He might borrow her permanently but would be sure to make that up to Wilrey. Jones was more than fair to all his subjects, great and small.
The acquisition and conversion of the clinic six had gone like clockwork. Even better, actually a little ahead of schedule since slave Nurse Lori had jumped her place in line. He knew Sierra would remain in slave mode without even considering rebellion unless he actually went out of his way to remind her. It almost didn’t seem fair….
Well, Jones was a sporting man. He’d give this one a final chance. Just for fun.
After seven minutes slave Sierra was back. He looked her over. Her face was now clean. She’d taken the time to clean up a little. He bet the look on her face when she saw in the bathroom mirror the crust from dried pussy juice was a prize winner. He wished he’d seen it live but made a mental note to look it up later on the hidden camera recording through that one way mirror. If it was a good one he’d add it to the ever more extensive video library available on the Internet site of the Institute of Submission.
She’d probably only cleaned her face to better please him but still….
“Did I tell you to wipe your face, slave? ”
“Uh. No. I guess not. ”
“How soon you forget yourself. How should you address me? ”
“As Master. I’m sorry, Master. ”
“That’s better. You have a choice to make. You are completely unrestrained and I am too tired for a struggle. I don’t engage in struggles anyway. You could leave and never look back. ”
Sierra flicked a look at the doorway leading to the hallway leading to the front door.
“Or? I mean, or what is the other choice, Master? ”
“You could stay and engage in the coming sexual festivities. We are about to begin an “all-nighter”. I’ll warn you though, there will be whipping, a lot of whipping. You’ll be chained again and may not be free for quite some time. At least for weeks, maybe forever. ”
“Weeks, Master? I don’t know. I really should leave…. ”
“Of course you should. Here’s the thing though. You’ve earned two orgasms. It’s your right. You brought slave Nurse Lori off twice and you have yet to collect on your rightful due. Come to the dungeon of your own free will and, though you will be whipped and severely abused, you will also receive those two orgasms. At least. Leave now and, like a coupon, those orgasms expire by daylight. ”
The water and wine had refreshed Sierra. So had wiping off her face. She yearned for a long hot shower followed by the cool sheets of her bed. Granted, she was still hot and bothered. She had a deep itch in her pussy and in her mind. She’d have to go home, a free woman, and itch them on her own. Wouldn’t she? But, like an itch between the shoulder blades she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to scratch these itches on her own….
“All right, I’ll stay, Master. ”
“I knew you would. ”Jones stood and surprised her by spinning her around and flopping her onto the table.
“Stay, slave. ”
He talked to her like she was some kind of puppy expected to obey! It was one more blow to her psyche but it felt much more welcome to her hot slave hole. She knew she would obey him. She would always obey him. Other choices no longer even existed. She’d put up with and enjoyed so much already, there was nothing he could do to make her anything oth
er than eager to please forever more.
He did put that to the test though!
Jones snatched a long, thick, white wax candle from the table. It was a real monster and so was he.
Jones blew the flame out and then cast the liquid hot wax to spatter across her like a fiery demon was coming all over her back. She shrieked. The sound was beautiful to him. So was the sight that even while she shook and kept yelling to release the pain, she still held her spot prone on the dining room table. He always appreciated obedience especially in the face of tremendous adversity. Her feet were even off the ground, legs wide.
She’d come a long way. After spending most the day under the table she was virtually on top of it. She was moving up in the world. Jones smiled in delight.
The huge candle had no liquid wax left and the flame was out but the wick end of it was still warm. So warm that when he plunged it up her undefended pussy he thought he heard a sizzle though it was hard with the slave making such a fuss. He was sure he saw a wisp of steam. It smelt like burnt pussy juice. He thought she’d already been shrieking as loud as she could but this maneuver proved him wrong. Somehow, she got even louder. Good lungs.
He rammed the candle upward. He had to keep pulling it a little back and trying again with greater force before he finally got it as far as it would go. He pressed a hand on her lower back to keep her place and started sawing it in and out with power.
Pretty quick she stopped shrieking, then even stopped yelling. Soon she was producing one steady sound.
“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. ”
He liked it. It seemed an equal blend of recovering from pain, discomfort from the wide battering intrusions, and passionate arousal. He knew the mix in that cocktail would soon change.
He saw the splashed wax on her back had solidified white. A lot more had gotten all over her than he’d thought. Red irritation surrounded every dot and streak.