Two to Serve

by Jennifer Campbell

  “So how did you get started on the road that brought you here? You first; then I’ll fess up.”

  Looking at me with her brown eyes, she seemed at first reluctant to speak, but then cleared her throat and exhaled deeply. “Well, you probably won’t believe me, but it happened nearly entirely on line. I guess I was an e-slave at first, but I wanted more. I’m twenty-three, and graduated last summer from a local college with a degree in biology. Working at a genetics lab in Houston pays well, but it’s pretty boring. In an attempt to spice up my life, specifically my sex life, I went online about a month ago and searched under sex slave, submissive, and some other things. I’m not even certain if I knew right then what I was truly yearning for, but there was this one site, www.iamaslave.com, that kept coming up in all my searches, so I went there.”

  I considered a Web site, what a freaky way to begin the journey, but if it worked for her, that was all that was important. How had she progressed from sitting in front of her screen fantasizing, to actual physical experiences? It seemed to high a wall to climb.

  “So, what happened at this site?”

  “I had fun. The site was easy to use and created a sort of virtual reality, like those computer games the guys play so much. After I created my character, who had much bigger tits than mine, I answered a questionnaire about my submissive fantasies. Then my character was exposed to a series of adventures where I was used, degraded, humiliated, and punished. Truth be told, it all excited me, and I climaxed at my keyboard almost every time I went to the site.” Kelly stopped to take a breath, and I could see she was aroused just talking about it.

  “One feature of the site was that you could send them a digital photo of yourself and get back a video of a girl looking exactly like me being punished and fucked in bondage. I masturbated to that video like a nympho for weeks.”

  “Okay, so now you’re hooked on bondage and being a slave, but you still haven’t felt a flogger or winced at nipple clamps. How did that happed, Kelly?” Reaching out, I touched her nipple, giving it a playful squeeze.

  Looking at me resolutely, she acted as if I was going to test her pain tolerance, and so I thought, perhaps I should. She may need to feel like I accept her, that’s she’s worthy of our exclusive club.

  Squeezing harder, I twisted them a bit, but nowhere near as hard as Gordon had done to me. “Harder, Kelly? Let me know.”

  Breathing fast to mitigate the pain, she rasped out her answer. “Hard as you can, I can take it.”

  Having been given the okay, I strengthened my grip and twisted her nipples in a way I knew would create excruciating agony, but Kelly just winced and let out a gasp.

  “You’re certainly enough of a pain slut to be here, Kelly.” Releasing her nipples, I ran my hand up her inner thighs to find out the other thing I wanted to know. Was she like my Donna, sopping wet inside from only the pain?

  “It’s going to be wet, Jen, just so you know.”

  Right she was, slick and ready for sex, her pussy was wildly aroused. “Okay, you’ve preformed in the real world, but how did that come about?”

  “Slowly, but magnificently, if I do say so myself. About a week after the video, I got an e-mail from a Keefe@iamaslave.com, asking me if I wanted to get a sample of sexual slavery in real life. He said I would be allowed to choose my experiences to my tastes at first, but if I liked it, the program would progress to me being a true slave. The way it would work the first time was I would pick a hotel, day and time, and they would book a room and send me the reservation. I would return that e-mail with a detailed description of what I wanted, and then I would arrive at the room at the specific hour. A dominant would be there shortly to give me what I desired. I choose a spanking, hard, and a rough fuck for my first time, and I thought I was going to die of the bliss. I must have come four times, once during the spanking.”

  Okay, so now she’s feeling it, but she still has complete control. When does she give up her control? It’s still a long way to being a Mansion slave. “Forgive me for putting it this way, but when did you dive into the deep end, Kelly?”

  “Well, I did the hotel thing three times, challenging myself to more each time. Then I got another e-mail from Master, but of course I didn’t know then he would be my Master, and he said I had been chosen to receive a life-changing experience, if I desired it. If I was committed enough to give my real address and name, he would send two experienced dominants to my home, and I would serve them as their slave for a week. I would be at their mercy, with only a safe word to stop them, and if I spoke it, the trial would end and they would leave. I would never hear from him again if that happened.” Kelly paused to collect herself, and I interjected my thoughts knowing that this was the point that she changed her life forever.

  “Oh, what did you do? You must have been a ball of nerves.”

  “To say the very least. Scared to my core, but wildly excited too, I thought about it day and night for three days, before the final answer hit me like a sledgehammer.”

  “Well, I know you tried it, or else you wouldn’t be sitting in front of me, but what decided it for you?”

  “I simply realized I couldn’t afford to not try it. If I let it pass, I would have never forgiven myself. I might fail, saying the safe word, but at least I had to try.”

  “So then what happened? How was it?” Enthralled in her story now, I had to hear how it compared to my visitors.

  “I responded to our Master, giving him my full name and the address of my apartment. Sent the e-mail at six, and was shocked when there was a knock on my door at eight and two men were there to take control of me. They introduced themselves as Mr. Red and Mr. Blue, and ordered me to strip and kneel. My hands trembling uncontrollably as I did so, and my week began.”

  Taking another breath and looking dreamily at me, she continued. “I didn’t go to work, ate every meal from a dog bowl on the floor, crawled everywhere, and was fucked several times each day, but always with condoms. It was the experience of a lifetime, and I loved every degraded moment of it.

  Well, I was satisfied. She had definitely crossed all the lines a Mansion slave needed to. “And when it was over?”

  “They collared me with a leather collar on the last day and simply left me. Christ, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted them to stay. They told me to expect an e-mail the next day with the results of my week-long trial. It was the longest night of my life, but when the e-mail finally came, it was Master giving me a link to a new site, www.mansionslave.com, and a password. His instructions were to go there, fill out the application to be a Mansion slave, and if I wanted to be taken for service, enter the password in the proper hidden spot. Well, after the week I’d experienced, there was no going back, so I did it all, and the rest you know.”

  “Yes, I certainly do. Well we traveled different roads, but the results were the same, as we both found out we were true slaves. Oh, and by the way, you probably haven’t found out yet, but Red and Blue are David, the security chief, and Glen, Master’s hairdresser.”

  Chuckling, she touched my leg. “Security. I should have known, Red was such a cruel, paranoid bastard. So, where does a slut slave get some action around here?”

  My lips found hers, and I pushed her to the bed. Yep, this place is going to make me a lesbian.

  Two to Serve

  Chapter 12: Sunning on the Grounds

  Gail got permission from Master to accompany me to Angel and Alicia’s room on Thursday evening. Having no idea what to expect except that I would orgasm frequently, I followed Gail’s lead. When we arrived, walking into their room as was customary, I was startled to see both girls lying on their backs on the floor. Side by side, their nude bodies had their legs drawn upward and spread, jutting wide apart to the enforcement of a spreader bar. The girls were wearing nipple chains which rose up to attach to the middle of the spreader bar, keeping the chains quite taut to pull their lovely orbs up painfully. The two beautiful slave girls were also blindfolded, and their wrists were cu
ffed together over their heads. They made a delightful display with their wet, pink holes exposed, and their bottom holes plugged nicely with large, black butt plugs. Angel spoke, telling us what was up.

  “Gail, Jen, well I hope it’s you. Thank you both for coming. We wish to be your slaves for the evening. You may use our bodies as you desire.”

  I looked at Gail, and she looked at me. Then we both smiled. To me this was a unique opportunity to let my dominant side out to play, without being out of character, but I wondered if Gail had a similar dominant streak. My curiosity was piqued when she moved immediately to the secret door button, pushed it, and went inside to load up on instruments of pain.

  Angel turned out to be one tough pain slut, as I caned her with good force but didn’t get much more than a groan out of her. Alicia was much the opposite, unable to take much without tears and begging Gail to stop, and the closeness of the two was evident, because every time Alicia’s cries became too plaintiff, Angel would plead to take it for her. How did Alicia survive her trial to get in this place? She seems to have no pain tolerance at all.

  Four hours of wild play and uncounted orgasms later, we parted company, and my dominant side was proud of the red stripes and fierce welts I had imparted to Angel’s firm bottom. After the cane, I had welded a crop, and Angel’s collar had blinked wildly in red and green before I finished.

  Gail and I were tired when we left, but service is never-ending for a Mansion slave, especially a new bauble like me. No sooner had I gotten back to my room, when two men, in security blue uniforms, entered and began to casually inspect my body. I wonder if Dave sent them specifically to keep me occupied.

  “This is one of the two, Frank. She came on Friday last and still works during the day, so you have to catch her at night. Jim said she tight, particularly in the ass.”

  “Yes, very nice indeed. I love the raven-haired ones. Make yourself useful, slave, drop to your knees and attend to our cocks. No sense in you standing there staring at us.’

  Annoyed that once again I had been caught gaping, rather than offering my body as an experienced slave might, I hastened to make up for lost time by dropping and moving quickly to expose Frank’s erection. It was big enough to be a challenge, but I forced my lips around it and sucked. As a good slave should, I ignored my fatigue and the run of saliva dripping from my lips.

  “Take her from behind as she sucks me, Steve, and let’s see if we can sperm her together. Have you felt these breasts, so natural, soft, and almost liquid feeling. I’m going to be visiting this one regularly.”

  Steve pulled my knees back but forced my head forward so that I stayed impaled on Frank’s shaft. Next he lifted and spread my legs, holding me by the thighs. Thrusting his rod deep in my pussy, he now had me helplessly suspended between the two of them, my mouth pushed forward and forced onto Frank’s enormous length. Gagging and swallowed my spit to service Frank, I relished Steve’s cock inside me.

  “Fuck, Frank, she’s wet as hell, slick like a ring job. This one’s a true slave, not playing around.”

  I’ll take that as a compliment, regardless of how he meant it.

  As Frank and Steve rammed my holes, I realized that, no, I won’t go lesbian here. My sister slaves are sweet, tasty morsels, offered to me as they are, but this is sex to me. Rough, pounding, man sex will always be my thing.

  Steve switched just before he came, to my anus, and I was glad it was his cock in there, not Frank’s monster. Feeling him spurt in my bowels, I readied myself for Frank’s semen in my throat, but when it came, there was such a flood I could not hold it in.

  However, my error became good fortune, as Frank expected me not to be able to hold his load. Apparently, no woman had, so as he pulled me up by my raven hair, which he professed to love, he forcibly twirled me around. “Get the sperm off your face and lips, slave. Use your fingers if you need to.” I wiped my lips and chin, swallowing his seed as I assumed he desired, and he did the unexpected. He kissed me as he pushed me down onto my bed.

  “I’ll be here tomorrow night; have a beer here for me and a crop ready. Going to redden your bottom, then fuck it.”

  Reciting the first words that came to mind, I apparently pleased him. “I long to serve. I wish to be taken. I hope to please.”

  His reply came swiftly. “You did and you will.”

  They both exited my room, but I heard their conversation as they left. Steve asked if he wanted to visit the other one, whom I presumed was Kelly, but Frank said no, we’ll save her for Monday.

  I’ll have to warn Kelly what’s coming her way Monday, and how do I go about ordering a beer for him?

  * * * *

  Two important things happened Friday at work. The first was that I started spending my entire day teaching Donna, in my inner office, about the responsibilities and duties of my VP job. She attended these lessons naked, of course, usually sexually stimulated in one way or another, but I was careful to make sure the actual business lesson was not lost in the haze of arousal and orgasm. If Donna could not recite my lesson back to me in her own words, just moments after I completed it, she was in for stern punishment. At first, she seemed to think it was a game I was playing, and that I could not really be serious about her taking over my job, but once my cane convinced her I was in earnest, she began to concentrate on my words and recited them back to me with perfection.

  At noon, I ended the lessons, as Donna had clearly had enough of the punishment and sexual excitation and her mind was crammed with new business knowledge. I sent her home for the day, because my plans where to escape upstairs to Patterson & Kline to see Gwen. Entering the legal office, I wore the mid-thigh caramel-colored skirt that Glen had dressed me in this morning in the limo. It had been so long since I had worn panties, I was now used to the air flowing over my shaven mound, as a trickle of my wet need escaped my labia lips.

  Gwen looked up at me and smiled, for she was delighted I had come out to play with her. The flame-haired vixen had so much as asked to eat my pussy. Looking right at the man seated on the far side of the waiting room as if she were warning me of his presence, she greeted me.

  “Oh. Ms. Campbell. I hadn’t expected you. Are you here for an appointment?”

  Casting a glance at the dark-clothed stranger whose head was buried in a magazine, I decided he was not a threat to my fun. If he realized what I was doing at some point, he could watch. “No, I came to see you, Gwen, about that matter you discussed with my assistant.”

  “We can go over that. What did you need, Ms. Campbell?”

  “Well, it’s rather personal, and pressing, so I’ll just wait here until you have a minute to discuss it in private.” Sitting down in the seat closest to Gwen, I made sure her desk was between me and the man. Making sure my crotch was pointed right at Gwen, I opened my legs wide to display my needy pussy to her. Slipping my hand slowly down my skirt, I opened my lips, showing her my pink wetness, and pushing a finger inside.

  “Oh. Don’t you think it’s warm in here, Gwen? I’m so hot.”

  The man’s head came out of his magazine. “I can’t agree with that, it seems delightfully air conditioned in here.”

  So he is listening. Well, I hope he likes the show. “Sir, would you be willing to help me get some relief? You might enjoy the view.”

  Flipping the page of his magazine, he never took his eyes off it. “Well, any visual stimulation would be appreciated, as this magazine isn’t doing it for me.”

  Turning to Gwen, I asked the all-important question. “Would you say we have ten uninterrupted minutes?”

  Looking at the appointment book, she stabbed the intercom, and I heard Ken Patterson’s voice lecturing a client. “He seems less than half-way through, and Mr. Howard is his next appointment. There’s no one else here or on the schedule. I doubt the client will be out of there in ten minutes.”

  “Perfect, then Mr. Howard can help me feel right at home. Sir, would you mind coming over here, I need to show you something.”


  Tossing the magazine aside, Mr. Howard got up, sighing as he did. “I suppose so, but it best be worth my while.”

  As he got to me, I slumped down in my chair and raised my legs over my head, spreading them wide to exhibit my moistening pussy to his eye.

  “Better, much better than the magazine. How may I help you out?”

  “Keeping your body to the side of my pussy, grab my ankles and spread them apart, holding them to the wall so I cannot move. Don’t worry about hurting me, as I am used to being bound and helpless.”

  Mr. Howard executed my instructions perfectly, and his grip was steely. My legs aren’t going anywhere until he lets them.

  “Wonderful, masterfully executed, and here’s some more candy for you.” Quickly, I unbuttoned my blouse to let my breasts tumble out for his visual stimulation.

  “Gwen, time for your snack. Mr. Howard, Gwen is going to eat me out, but if she fails to put on a good enough show for you, by all means let go of one of my ankles and smack her in the ass. Don’t worry, she’ll love it.”

  Gwen rose from behind the desk, looking a little taken aback by what I had engineered. “Jen, you’re amazing in what you’re willing to do. I’ve never met anyone so brazen.”

  “Well, prior to meeting me, I doubt you had met a sex slave. Skirt up, Gwen, Mr. Howard wants to see you too.”

  Gwen hiked her skirt up, exposing a green silk thong to the delighted Mr. Howard. Then she knelt and began to nuzzle her face between my spread thighs. It wasn’t long at all before she was licking and sucking on my clit, and I moved myself along by keeping two fingers in my slick cunt. Waves of pleasure built inside me until I burst, and Gwen put her hand over my mouth to muffle my orgasmic cries.

  “Oh, it looks as if Mr. Howard needs assistance, Gwen, can you help?

  Turning her cum-soaked lips, Gwen spotted what I had spotted, a massive erection in Mr. Howard’s pants. “Oww, yes, I can.”