Total Control 3: Downfall

by Alan Horn

  He came in me. I loved the feel of his spend coming in me. My pussy flamed into orgasm at the touch of his scalding fluid. Our orgasm was near simultaneous. I felt so connected to him. I knew he wasn't mine, but by God, I was his.

  He pulled out. "Kneel. " He walked in front of me and said, "Emma Travis. I accept your submission. You are my property. Obey me well or suffer my punishment."

  He left me and stood in front of Adeline. "Adeline, submit to me."

  Adeline made the required reply, "Master, I am Adeline Johnsen Travis, your slave. I will obey you in all things. I exist only to serve you. I am yours forever and desire to give you pleasure in any way you want. My mind, my soul, my body are yours to hold and command. I swear total obedience to you as long as I live. I submit myself to you. May I serve you now?"

  "Addie, you may service me."

  Addie opened her mouth and started licking his cock. Soon it was fully in her mouth and she was working diligently on him.

  He stopped her and said. "Adeline Travis. I accept your submission. You are my property. Obey me well or suffer my punishment."

  Ingrid submitted like Addie and was accepted.

  I was the only one fucked. Me. He is my master. Oh God, I felt special and loved.

  "Girls, I expect there will be some adjustments necessary. Your status has changed since you were last here. Stand and come over beside me. I've made a few changes since you left."

  He opened a tall cabinet door that was new. He pulled a chain out of it. There was a low rumble. I looked up and saw the top of the chain dangled out of a track on the ceiling. That was new too. He locked the end of the chain to my collar. He locked similar chains to Addie and Ingrid's collars. "This track runs throughout the house. It goes into most of the rooms. You can go where ever there is a track, but nowhere else. The track stops inside the doors, just close enough you can open the door but not leave. Your tethers are long enough to allow you to lay on the floor.

  "Your status. Of course you are all slaves and must obey all free people. That is Maude and I right now. Emma, you are first girl. Addie and Ingrid, you will obey Emma after Maude and I. You two are equal and neither can ogive orders to the other.

  "Clothing. You will have none. I like looking at your girl parts."

  "Rules of behavior are the same as in training."

  “Hygiene. I have had an enema facility added to the main floor bath. Maude will take care of you in the morning as you had in training. You will wear butt plugs unless receiving your daily cleaning. She has a key to your plugs. I have told her to shave your pussies once a week. I don’t want any part of you hidden from my gaze.”

  “Any questions?”

  "Master, since we are locked to your track, may we have the use of our hands sometimes? We have barely seen them in the last two months."

  "Yes, You will sleep with your hands locked as they are now. Other times, if a free person is in the house, your hands will be unlocked. If any of you abuse this trust you will all go back to having them locked behind you."

  He unlocked my hands from high on my back. He put the lock back on my collar so it was handy for use tonight. He did the same for Ingrid and Addie. I t felt so good to stretch my arms. They were stiff and unresponsive at first. It was wonderful to be able to do things with them. I loved my master so much. He was a good, good master.

  “Master, I am quite good at gardening. I used to grow much of our produce in a little garden out back. If it is all right, I would like to have permission to do so again.”

  “Excellent idea. I discovered your garden when I first arrived here. I have already made provision for your security, so we can begin anytime.”

  “Security, master?”

  “Of course. You must be securely fastened unless supervised. Surely they taught you that in slave school?”

  “Yes, master. I thought it would count as supervised if I was in the backyard. There is a fence.”

  “Two things you need to remember, Emma. Just obey your rules. Don't think. Rather, ask permission if you have not already been ordered. I know this must gall one who once wielded power and wealth. But this is now your state in life. This is your only warning. As a reminder I will hang a whip on the wall.”

  “Thank you master.”

  “Addie, Ingrid, go to the kitchen and find Maude. Ask her to give you something to do. Come with me, Emma. Let’s go see the garden.”

  He stood up and picked up my leash. I stood and followed him. I, of course knew the way to the garden, but he held the leash. I didn't know what to do with my hands. Walking with free hands was a feeling I'd lost. A slavegirl was never allowed to walk with free hands. Of course I was safely tethered to the track, but I still didn't know what to do with my hands. I let them swing at my hips but that felt wrong. I finally crossed my wrists behind me and pretended they were locked there. Slave, I'm a slave. I needed to feel secure and helpless. I chided myself but I left my hands behind me.

  When we reached the door he pointed up at the track. He explained that he had the track extended to let me reach the garden. I almost swooned at his thoughtfulness. I knew I had no choice, but I loved belonging to this hunk. He opened the door and showed me the covered walkway he had built to the garden. It and the track ran around the edge of the garden so I could reach all the plants.

  He locked my hands behind me again and unlocked the track chain from my collar. He took my leash and said, "Let's go tour the grounds. See if you can find all the changes I've made to accommodate you."

  He started walking and I tried to keep up. Boy did I try. I have toi admit I never spent much time walking on the grounds when they were mine. I had a staff to tend them and I was always busy with my causes. I came to appreciate how big they were as I walked in high heels and hobbled ankles. I'm sure I missed many things. I saw a dozen concrete benches, three gazebos, five massive boulders, a pillory. There was one tall pillar in the middle of a stoner patio. They were noticeable because of the heavy rings they all sported. My master apparently had plans to lock me in many alfresco settings. I asked what the pillar was for and he said," its whipping post for when any of you are naughty."

  "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you and all this. Its a dream come true. You must feel equally unlucky."

  "Surprisingly not, master. Its not all that far from my dreams too. I have a strong, healthy, master I love. Except for the chains and whips. I'm living with a man I respect, in a beautiful home with few cares save pleasing my man. Its like being happily married with all choices taken away. I don't expect I'll ever go on a vacation unless I'm in a cage. But I never took a vacation when I could."

  "Don't you miss having power over others, control of you life?"

  "Yes and no. I've lost all control, but the sex is fantastic. These rings and my subjugation keep me aroused all the time. The swaying rings keep every one of my erogenous zones stimulated. If you feel my pussy now, you'll find I've been watering the plants on this whole walk. I'm so aroused I can't think of anything except thinking of a way to get you to spank me. If my feet were free I'd either kick you or try to run away. Except for my leash, of course."

  "Of course. I love this leash. Its always on you and so handy for ensuring obedience. Do you like it too?"

  "Yep. I love it when you make me do things. Stimulates my flow for sure. I don't like it so much when someone else controls me with it. That's never going to change master. Would you like to take me again, master, I'm ready and eager to please you."

  He laughed. "Is that really all you girls think about?"

  "Master, we have all been well trained to serve men and women. We have learned there is no higher calling in the world than sex slave. We and I especially crave your touch. I will do literally anything to earn your touch. Yes, its all we think about, master."

  He stopped and faced me. He reached out his hand and caressed my breast. I as aroused and getting more so. I panted. I moaned. I caressed his body with mine. He kept stroking my breast, playing with my
ring. I squealed and came with a rush. My loins cramped and writhed as he held my breast in his strong hand. He kept his hold throughout my orgasm. I opened my eyes and saw him grinning as I straightened up. He kept stroking me.

  "master, if you keep doing that, I'm going to come again."

  "OK, Emma. I enjoyed your last one quite a lot. Can you usually orgasm just through breast massage?"

  "I don't know, master. Its never happened before."

  "Would you like me to stop? Does it bother you being forced to an orgasm when you are helpless?"

  "Oh, no, Master. Please keep doing it. And No. We all learned to orgasm to stranger's manipulations during training. We were always helpless. I love having orgasms whether through intercourse, pain of whipping a girl. I've had them every way possible."

  "That's enough for now. We should go back for lunch now."Damn. I wanted another one. I shouldn't push it. "Yes. master."

  We went back to the house. He put me back on the track and released my hands.

  "Run in and find Maude. Ask her to give you something to do."

  "Yes, master." I went to the kitchen. It felt so good to have the use of my hands again.

  MAude said, "I'm sorry this happened to you ma'am. You were a good employer and were working for a cause many women believed in."

  "Thank you, Maude. But that part of my life is over. Now I'm only a slave girl. I'm naked, chained, and ringed now and forever. I'm just a sex toy for anyone to use. My only ambition now is to serve my master and avoid punishment. Please don't call me ma'am or any other title. I'm just Emma now, or slave if you prefer. This is real and I can never go back. Any title at all brings back memories much too painful to bear. So, Maude, mistress, what shall I do to help?" She sent me to set the table for master's lunch. She already had the girls and my meals in out bowls. We would eat as in training, kneeling, hands locked behind us from bowls on the floor. Reinforcing our status as less than human. Knees spread, asses in the air, nose rings and leashes dangling in our food. Chained to a wall. How much it suited us.

  Addie was polishing the silverware and Ingrid was dusting. When master entered the room we all turned and waited for a command. "Girls, I'm glad to see you are earning your keep. You are all looking beautiful today. I've been wondering what rituals I might install to help stop you from getting too familiar with me. Something like military discipline. Everyone comes to attention when a superior officer enters a room. So here's what I have decided. Whenever I enter a room stop whatever you are doing, turn to face me and drop into punishment position. Stay there until I release you. Is that clear?"

  We all said, "Yes, master." I thought that was not friendly, but he doesn'thave to be. We're not able to give him any backtalk or refuse. Besides, his reason made sense. If we got too familiar it would soon earn us punishment. This will help keep us in our bounds, tight though they were. Boy, I am really a slaver. I'm just rationalizing why I will do it. I know I'm going to do it because I want to obey him.

  "Do it now."

  We all dropped to our knees, raised up as high as we could and lowered our heads to the floor, knees spread wide.

  "Good, Kneel."

  We went to kneeling position and stuck our breasts out.

  "I may use any number of words, like OK, or kneel, or Up, to release you. When I do kneel and await further orders."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Stand and resume your tasks." He went into the kitchen.

  "What do you think about this order?" I whispered to Adeline.

  She whispered back. "Its an order. I will do it. I think he wants to remind us of our position. And he's right to do so. Why? DOn't you like it?"

  "No, No. I love it. I know I'm a slave. I wondered how you were taking it."

  "Emma, my former mistress, I learned I was a slave and liked obeying a master's orders. I will gladly do anything he wants me to. Don't worry about me."

  "Ingrid, I whispered, "How about you. How do you feel about this new order?"

  "Emma, dear. I think he's right. We shouldn't act like its nothing special when he enters a room. He's our own personal God. He has complete control over us. He can hurt us, kill us, sell us, love us , or ignore us. I love him and I want him to grant me love whenever possible."

  We were called into the kitchen to bring the food out. After master was seated and his food in front of him we were lined up with our bows, facing the wall. Maude had us set our bowls down and she gave us each a padlock. "Kneel and lock your leashes to the ring in front of you." We did. "Put your hands behind you." She locked them to the back of our belts. "Eat. Stay in position until I come for you." The food was tasty but the portion was small. I suppose we weren't going to gain weight here. After master congratulated Maude and left, she released us and we did the dishes.

  Maude told us to go rest, she didn't have anything more for us to do. I took Addie and Ingrid to the garden to show them we could go outside. I paused in the back porch to see if my gardening tools were still in the cupboard. I opened it and found everything I had left there was gone. In their place were a collection of wooden spoons and small rods. Nothing of metal or with an edge was permitted to a slavegirl, of course. Well, at least we could use our hands.

  MAster joined us in the garden. "Is this better than the training facility?"

  "Oh yes, master. That place was all stone and steel. There was nothing growing there at all."

  "I like to see my girls either happy or anguished. Never anything in between. SO. I have arranged a party to show you off. The guests should arrive at 5 pm on Saturday. We need to decide what, if anything you should wear. Whatever, I want all your girl parts flaunted and prominent."

  "MASTER, I yelled. You can't let people see us like this! Please, master.""Girls. It will happen on Saturday. Get used to it. Your job is to mesmerize my guests. The ones who know me, I want them to be green with envy. Yhe ones who know you I want to be jealous of you and fearful for themselves. You are all beautiful examples of femininity, with nothing to be ashamed of. You did not choose to be displayed naked and chained. I want your friends to see what could happen to them if they break the law."

  "Also, the government has announced the use of female slavery for dangerous women. Everyone knows slavegirls exist. No one knows who they are . Yet. This will be one of many parties the same night. The new owners are using parties to publicize the perils of breaking the law. You will not be alone."

  "I am considering transparent harem pants and nothing on top. Grecian style. I think I will hang some bells or other ornaments on your nipple rings. Your hands will be free since you will be serving the guests. I think I will let anyone who wishes take your cunt for a ride. Now that's my ideas for now. Talk it over and come up with alternatives. If you come up with something just as sexy, I'll consider it. Remember, maximum exposure."

  I turned to Addie and Ingrid. "He's the boss. Maybe we could use paint to cover our boobs. They would still be hanging in the wind, but we'd feel somewhat covered. Any other ideas?

  26 August 1913. Lord Chief Justice's Home.

  "You are quite late. sir."

  "Sorry m'lord. Traffic was stopped downtown. Another march, I think."

  "All right. Where is she?"

  "In the wagon, sir. Do you want me to bring her in or would you like to come and get her."

  "I'll get her."

  The driver unlocked the chain and took it out from between her legs then relocked it. There were still two more slaves in the wagon. He lifted her down and handed her leash to Lord Isaacs. "Here ya go m'lord."

  Lord Isaacs turned and led her into the house by her leash. He was gentle. Inside he removed her cloak and studied her carefully. He reached out and took her left nipple ring between his thumb and forefinger. " Nice rings, Alice."

  "Thank you, master."

  "Did you enjoy your training, slave?"

  "Master, my husband, I hated it at first. By the end I loved it. I think every woman in the training came to realize they were natural slave
s. They all embraced their new lives."

  "Good. You know we are no longer married? Marriages are dissolved when a woman is enslaved. Likewise, slaves cannot own property. Everything you owned is now mine, just as you are. Would you like to go back to simply being my wife?"

  "Master, I don't know. I don't think so. I don't think I'm allowed to do that. And I want to be your sex slave. I'm trained as a sex slave now. I crave sex in any form. I can come if you whip me or spank me. I can give you a bigger, better orgasm than you've ever had. Please let me show you."

  "Of course. You realize your slavery is irrevocable and permanent, just like your chains. I will insist you show me all your new skills."

  "Master. would you unlock my hands. They've been fastened like this for days."

  "No, Alice. I like them there. They enhance your breasts and a helpless, naked woman is quite erotic. You know that. Also, I noticed that you spoke without permission. That earns you punishment." He used her leash to guide her to a chair. He sat down and pulled her over his lap. He started spanking her. One ass cheek at a time, back and forth. She squealed and squirmed, but he was relentless. After twenty hard smacks, both her cheeks were bright red and she was crying.

  He felt her pussy. It was wet. "I see you were telling the truth. Pain is arousing for you, isn't it?"

  "Y..Yes, master. I would like you to take me now. I need your rod impaling me. Please, master."

  "Not yet, slave. Submit to me."

  She knelt in front of him. "Master, I am Alice Isaacs, your slave. I will obey you in all things. I exist only to serve you. I am yours forever and desire to give you pleasure in any way you want. My mind, my soul, my body are yours to hold and command. I swear total obedience to you as long as I live. I submit myself to you. May I serve you now?"