Submissives (Wage Slaves Book 4)

by Alan Horn

  This was my perfect job. I worked as a bondage model. I had sex with strangers, sex in bondage, and the short tether sounded like my home life. What would Denise say? Well, I was here because I wanted to be. I could leave at any time.

  I dithered for a long time. Finally, I called the number. A cultured male voice took my information. We scheduled an interview for tomorrow afternoon. I hoped Denise wouldn't get mad.

  Denise surprised me. She was calm when I told her what I had done. She read the ad and said, "This could be interesting. I think I'll apply too."

  "Denise, you're a dom. This would kill you."

  "Dom and sub are relative, Emily. For an opportunity like this, I'm sub enough."

  I coaxed and pleaded, but she ignored me. I heard her make the call. She got an interview tomorrow afternoon too. She was right. This could be interesting.

  Chapter 3 - Candidate

  Fifteen days. I was amazed how little time it took for him to find the first two candidates. I wonder if I offered too much? I called and Harold told me about them. They sounded good. I asked him to get copies of them performing and email them to me tonight. Then bring them out tomorrow with copies of their previous year's tax returns. Harold sent me the two videos and I reviewed them. He got back about five pm and we discussed the candidates while eating.

  Denise was blond and twenty three. She was slim with good-sized, natural breasts and Harold described her as 'bubbly.' She had worked as a bondage model for two years, never earning more than thirty thousand a year. She was lively and moaned loud when penetrated. She showed good form in her blow jobs and she orgasmed quickly when fucked in her pussy. She also took large cocks up her ass with ease. She spent most of her time on camera with her arms tied across her back. She looked like a good candidate from first impressions.

  Emily was dark haired, tall, had good breasts and had nice curves. She looked to be about one hundred and thirty five pounds and Harold told me she was twenty five years of age. She was quieter than Denise but had a great smile. I bet she was a good kisser. She had worked as a model for almost four years. She earned a little over thirty eight thousand dollars last year. She starred in twenty two videos. She was tied in many of her films. She spent a lot of time in armbinder, straightjacket, and chains.

  Both girls had agreed to and passed medical checks for STDs.

  Harold ran a background check and found they were roommates and he suspected they were lovers. He had no proof, but they had the same address for three years and they had pretended not to know each other. Emily gave him their home address and Denise had asked to be picked up at a coffee shop nearby. He told them to plan on starting immediately if hired. We both saw some interesting possibilities. I told Harold I wanted to interview them at the same time.

  In the morning I sent Harold in the limo to pick them up, with Ben, my driver.

  "Do you think he suspects we're lovers?" Denise worried.

  I wasn't concerned, "Why should he? We never told him or talked to him together. We've been careful for years. We always use separate PO boxes as our address, we have separate cell phone numbers. Even Rob and Billy don't know, and they're our employers. Don't worry. Even if he knows, why should he care. He's looking for a sex slave. He plans to make whoever he hires do anything he wants."

  "Yeah, OK. You're probably right. I've got to get to the shop before he gets here. Bye." Denise snuggled up to Emily and they embraced.

  "Careful, don't smear our lipstick." And Denise hurried out the door, overnight bag in hand. I looked at the closed door, missing her already. We had been together for almost three years. Besides loving each other, we were comfortable. Everything was going well for us. Then this job came along and our greedy selves just couldn't stay away. I hated my weakness. We both were delighted at the opportunity. But Denise wanted to jump in with both feet and I got cold feet. I balked and tried to talk her out of it. She could always control me.

  On the set, she was always the one tied up. At home, she was the dominant. I had to take off my clothes when I came in the door. If she wasn't there I had to wait for her kneeling by the door. If she was home, I had to go to her and kneel. She made me do the cleaning and cooking. I had a transparent plastic apron she let me wear when cooking. I was not allowed to use the furniture unless she said so. I always set one place at the table. After serving the meal was I asked her "Please do my hands," and put them behind me for cuffing. I always knelt beside her when she ate and she fed me.

  I looked at the handcuffs laying on the table where she dropped them this morning. I always slept in them. They brought back memories of when I first wore them. We had been living together for a few months and Denise and I both learned how much I enjoyed restraints. Especially when making love. She decided I needed to start wearing handcuffs. I agreed but said," Mistress, I don't know where to get any."

  She just said, "get your coat and we'll go find some." I felt vulnerable going out in public with just a coat and shoes, but Denise insisted it was OK. We only went a few blocks when she turned into a pawn shop. We found boxes of handcuffs displayed in a case. Denise asked the clerk to see some. He got out three different kinds and put them on top of the case. Denise picked up each one, worked its action. Finally, she took her selection and told me "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

  I just stared at her and she looked sternly at me. "But, in public!"

  Denise smiled and said, "There are only strangers. Why do you care what they think? Turn around."

  I turned and put my hands behind me. I always remember that sound and the feel as the steel grasped my wrists in their unbreakable grip. I was so embarrassed. I wanted to die. Nothing happened. No one except the grinning clerk seemed to notice. I walked home with Denise grasping my cuffed wrists and no one seemed to notice. I wore handcuffs on a public street and no one noticed!

  Now I wore them all the time. They were a part of me. I wanted to stick them in my bag. Then I realized, if hired, I would likely be wearing something more than a pair of handcuffs. It was time. I got my bag and went down to the street. Harold was waiting for me. He had a large black limousine with a driver. I felt like a rock star. Maybe a porn star was more realistic.

  They arrived about ten o'clock. Harold brought them to the office and introduced me as 'Master John'. I sat behind my desk , Harold stood to the side. The two ladies sat in upholstered chairs facing the desk. There was a largish oak table between the chairs. Harold offered them coffee or water and they both accepted water.

  "Denise and Emily, welcome to my home. You are here to interview for a one year position. I understand Harold has explained the duties and perquisites of this position?"

  I spoke first, "Yes, sir."

  Denise gushed, "Oh yes, sir. He told me all about the job."

  "All right, Emily, would you tell me what you understand about this position?"

  She replied, "Sir, Harold told me you want to make a new kind of bondage video involving sex and slaves. We are to play the roles of the slave girls. It will be a continuous video that viewers will subscribe to on a monthly basis. You want to show every detail of a real life slave's life.

  "All correct, except I want to emphasize that you will become real, actual slave girls for that year. You will be punished for breaking the rules. You will have all kinds of sex with men and women. You will obey every command. You can make only one decision. You can decide to leave at any time." What else did you understand from Harold?"

  Emily said, " I think you expect me to be your sex toy. I think he said I would be naked and you would have me pierced."

  "OK, that's right. If we agree you get this position, you will receive a salary of fifty thousand dollars per year. Ten percent of net, and a performance bonus of two hundred thousand dollars if you stay the full year. Understand?"

  "Yes," said Emily

  "Do you also understand that you will wear chains and rings. You will be whipped for punishment, and I may display you to people? You will be filmed an
ytime by hidden cameras? There are many hidden cameras here and I will put videos of you on the internet?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Also, I hope it is clear that no damage may come to you and you are free to leave anytime you want. If you do leave before the year is up, you will receive your earned salary and percentage of net. But you lose the performance bonus.

  "Yes, sir."

  "I may hire one of you. If I hire you, all your holes, and your body are mine as long as you stay. This means you will be whipped if you fail to obey or break a rule. Clear?"

  "Yes, sir, I said, again..

  "Do you accept these conditions and do you still wish the job, Emily?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Why?"

  I knew he would ask me this. I had been asking myself what I would say, since meeting Harold. "Sir, I have had submissive dreams for as long as I can remember, even as a little girl. I always wanted to be the captive princess. That's the reason I started working as a bondage model. You are offering a lot of money for a girl to do exactly what I have dreamed of, all my life."

  John watched Emily's face. He expected to see many emotions, but there was one, in particular, he wanted to see. Her face showed, fear, concern, and excitement. Finally he saw what he wanted - eagerness.

  "Emily, you know that if I select you, you will be ruined for a normal life."

  I know. "I think I am already ruined for a normal life, sir." I thought about my life with Denise and wondered. If I was not hired and she was, what would I do? I think she would be OK, but I would be lost without her control and direction. "I want to be your slave, Master."

  "Good. Take off your clothes, lay them on the table and kneel in front of your chair, Emily."

  I was actually relieved to receive an order instead of more questions. Under the intense gaze of Master John, I found it hard to think. Obeying was so much easier. I didn't give a thought to nudity. I spend most of the day naked for my video work. It felt natural to kneel naked before Master John. He was imposing. He was not huge, but trim and well built. He must have been in his early fifties. His hair was gray. He had a strong jaw, and his eyes were a piercing gray. I thought he could see right through me. I had to be careful and truthful with him. He looked capable of anger though cultured and courteous so far.

  I stripped and knelt as ordered and lowered my eyes to the floor.

  Faint red marks showed on her wrists. She had worn handcuffs recently. "Emily, you should know yourself well by now. Are you a natural submissive?"

  "Yes, sir, I am." How did he know.

  "I know you and Denise are living together. Is she your Dom?"

  Oh my God. My face was hot. I was blushing. So was Denise. He does know. How? We were so careful. I stammered, "N-N-No, sir. We just s-share a room, sir."

  I ignored her protests. "How often are you cuffed?"

  I gave up. "Every night, sir, and often during the day."

  "What about clothing. What are your rules?"

  "I am naked at home, sir, normal outside."

  "What else?"

  "I do all the cooking and cleaning at home, sir. That's all."

  "That's all, right. Do you make love? Does she eat you or just the other way?"

  My blush flamed bright red. I have never talked about sex like this before. It was such an impersonal way to address such a personal subject. It was like we were discussing our choice in shoes. "We do each other, sir."

  "All right. If I hire you, Emily, I will punish you for trying to deceive me."

  "Yes, sir." I guess I deserved it.

  Master John turned to Denise. "Denise, do you understand and agree to all these conditions. And do you want the job?"

  "Oh, yes, sir," said Denise.

  "I have seen some of your videos. You are always a submissive in them. Have you ever played the dominant, like at home?"

  "No, sir. I am always cast as a submissive. I think because I am shorter than the other girls."

  "In this job, you will always be submissive. Will that bother you?"

  "I don't think so sir. I have wanted to play that role many times. I know I have always wanted to be a sub. I just ask myself, what do I want and then do it."

  "Denise, here, I want my slave to be submissive, not just play a role. Are you a true submissive? Can you be yourself and submissive? Will you obey every command? Look for ways to flaunt your subjugation? Climax just because you are so aroused by subjugation?"

  "Master John, I am Emily's dom at home. You know we are lovers. You looked for girls with no attachments and we lied to you. We could use the money and did not think either of us would want or get the job after you met us. I find myself now wanting this job. I want to be your slave. You make me hot. As hot as Emily does. You are everything I have always wanted in a master."

  "Yet you were a dominant. How can you reconcile the two?"

  "Master, I, too, have known for a long time that a vanilla relationship is not for me. I, like Emily, always dreamed of being submissive. It was just that Emily was even more so. I just treated her as I wanted to be. I believe I, too, am a true submissive. I will be a good slave for you master. Please take me."

  John saw the same eagerness in Denise. He said, "Denise take off your clothes and kneel in front of your chair."

  While Denise was undressing, Master John said, "I find this situation strange. I expected to have to sort through many girls to find a true submissive. The first two I interview claim to be submissive. Girls, if it turns out you have not been truthful then I can fire you. I don't mind if you are just learning, but I won't tolerate disobedience, or sulkiness. I believe you but I will be watching you.

  Harold, you outdid yourself. Put yourself down for a bonus."

  "Yes, sir," said Harold.

  "Can I assume if I hire one of you, the other will have a hard time?"

  "Yes, sir," we both said.

  "Did you plan this outcome?"

  "No, sir, said Denise. I guess we didn't think it through. It just seemed to be ideal for each of us. We didn't talk about afterwards. I'm sorry."

  "OK, if you both want the job, I will hire both of you. Same terms. If you want the job, go with Harold. Do either of you have any questions," I asked?

  Emily said, "Sir, will we be able to phone our family or use a computer to communicate?"

  "Yes, I will let you use a computer for fifteen minutes a week. Supervised. All right?"

  Denise nodded her head.

  "Girls, one of the rules you will have to learn is that you must make a verbal response unless gagged. From now on you will address any man as 'Master' and any free woman as 'Mistress. You must both become true slaves. You may think this is a game of dress up. You will live a slave's life. Your opinion and desires are now meaningless to everyone, soon even to yourselves. I will cause things to be done to you without asking your permission. You will receive pain if you break a rule or disobey. Your only duty is obedience. Is this clear?"

  Both girls, said, "Yes, Master," in unison.

  Harold will take you to another room and have you sign some papers. These will formalize our agreement and allow him to take care of your rooms, cars, etc." Harold led them out.

  I called Ben, the driver, on his cell phone and said, "They are both on board. Harold will bring them to you in the shop as soon as he finishes the paperwork. Would you go get Melody and Stan and tell them that both girls agreed. We will be ready for them by the time you get back.'

  Melody did the piercings at a tattoo and Piercing parlor. Stan was a jeweler and metal artist I had learned about online. By tonight the girls would wear chains and have rings in several strategic locations.

  I wandered into the kitchen and told the cook, Marie, we would have two more for dinner tonight. Make enough food, but don't set a place for them.

  Harold led the two naked girls into a room that had a waist high counter and a couple of chairs. There were two imposing piles of paper on the counter. We have quite a lot to go through. First is the non-discl
osure agreement. It means you can't discuss anything you see or hear while you are here. Sign and date it, please. " When they finished signing he took the forms and started two new piles. He said, "when we finish here I will copy these for you. Please note there are cameras around the estate and you may be recorded at any time. This is a release allowing us to use or distribute any recordings with you in them. You get 1ten percent of net should any make money. OK, good. Next is your employment contract. Please read this over, then face the camera and read this paragraph. This is to show you agree to play the role of a slave and to accept corporal punishment for breaking the rules ..."

  "Now," he said, "these are your employment contracts. read and sign each page." This went on for some time.

  The paperwork was finally done and copies made. Harold brought the two naked females back to my office.

  "Welcome to your new home. Harold will get rid of your apartment and store your goods, sell your cars, etc. Now we must get you ready. Harold will cuff you now. Then he will take you to have your permanent restraints and rings put on you."

  Harold brought over a box and set it on the table. He did Denise first. He put shackles on her ankles and a belly chain around her waist. Then handcuffed her hands in front and locked them to the belly chain. Then he did the same to Emily. Both girls looked relaxed, as though this was a daily ritual. After both girls were secure, he buckled a leather collar around their necks. He clipped leashes to both collars and said, "Kneel in front of your chair."

  They knelt and I looked at their face. Both looked calm and both had faint smiles. I said, "Tell me what you feel now, Emily, you first."

  Emily's smile grew larger. She said, "Master, I feel content, happy to be here and a little apprehensive. I want to please you, but I'm not sure how to do that yet."

  I smiled too, and said, "I find that interesting. You are a pretty young woman, kneeling, naked, chained in front of two men you have just met. Aren't you afraid of what we might do to you?"

  Emily's smile changed to an impish grin and she replied, "Master, I've played this role a dozen times. Denise keeps me cuffed most of the time at home, so this feels normal. I love it every time. You have me right where I want you. I was born submissive and I know it. I look for these roles. Now you're going to let me star in it every day for a whole year. This is heaven to me. And you pay well."