JENNY: A Novel of Sexual Enslavement

by C. A. Tessler

  When she had, she resumed her sitting position, though without moving back from her master. She was less than a foot away from him.

  "That was very nice," said Maurice softly.

  "Thank you, master," said Jenny, just as softly. "I'm glad you liked it, master." She had the same serene look that Maurice had noticed earlier.

  Maurice did not want to continue further, though with any other slave he would have been eager to. He told Jenny that he had spoken with Janet's master and that everything was settled. Janet would spend the weekend in Jenny's room. Jenny smiled broadly.

  "Thank you, master, for asking. It was very generous of you, master."

  Jenny's compliment made Maurice feel terrible. He dressed to leave, but had one more item of business with Jenny that he needed to address.

  "When I come to see you this weekend, I will ask the blond slave to leave if you want me to." Normally, Maurice would not be so solicitous of a slave's feelings. With any other slave, he would have simply informed her that another slave, if present, would remain, or he would have told his slave nothing. He was hoping that Jenny would prefer to have Janet out of the room.

  Jenny considered for a moment. She felt very comfortable with the relationship that now existed between her and her master. She wasn't ready to run around DiMarcos telling everyone about it, but it didn't embarrass her. She thought that perhaps her master was asking her, obliquely, for a further demonstration of affection. She was more than willing to provide it. She also remembered what Janet had said about each of them knowing what the other was doing.

  "No, master, you don't have to tell her to leave, master."

  "Very well," said Maurice, hiding his disappointment. "I will be here tomorrow."

  He left.

  CHAPTER X

  Janet wondered exactly what was going on. She was in Jenny's room prior to lunch, and Jenny had just told her that the arrangements for the weekend were set. After seeing Jenny that morning, when Jenny had first told her about the weekend sleepover, she had had some time to herself to ponder.

  Her first question was where the idea of the weekend together had originated. If Jenny's master had suggested it on his own, why had he done it? Was it simply to be nice to his slave? This seemed very unlikely to Janet. She knew that Jenny's master was much different from hers, but was he so different that he tried to be nice to his slave? Even supposing that Jenny's master did merely want to be nice, could he act on his own? He was certainly Jenny's master, but could he command another master's slave? Janet didn't know much about her master, but she did know that he demanded absolute obedience. It seemed unlikely to her that he would tolerate any interference from Jenny's master.

  In this regard, Janet was correct. A master at DiMarcos considered his slave to be his personal property. As long as he was following the general directive that he make his slave into a sex slave, he had total authority. Masters at DiMarcos were quite jealous, both of their property and their prerogatives. The slightest hint, from one master to another, that a slave's training could be improved was considered deeply insulting. Even the head trainer was cautious with the masters. Maurice, owing to his seniority, could speak with other masters in guarded terms about a slave's training. As long as his suggestions didn't imply a deficiency, he could prevail. Still, he rarely offered advice. In the case of Jenny and Janet, he was able to convince Richard, Janet's master, that allowing the two slaves time together would ultimately be very beneficial to both masters.

  Rejecting the possibility that Jenny's master had acted alone, Janet considered the other possibilities. Perhaps the two masters, Jenny's and Janet's, had gotten together and hatched the idea. If that were the case, Janet suspected that she and Jenny were being set up. The plan, as Janet imagined it, was for Jenny and Janet to end up working together. Janet couldn't imagine why the two masters would be so keen to affect this, but she instinctively recoiled from being manipulated.

  Finally, Janet considered the remaining possibility. Could it be that Jenny herself had thought to invite Janet over for the weekend and then managed to get her master to ask Janet's master? Janet was sure that as daddy's little girl Jenny had learned how to get what she wanted. Jenny also had the sweet, innocent schoolgirl look that could make any man feel paternal. Had Jenny, in a mere three days, managed to get on such good terms with her master that she could ask him a favor? Janet thought not, but she accepted the notion for the sake of argument. If it was true that Jenny alone had originated the sleepover idea, what was her motivation?

  It was the last of the three possibilities that had most intrigued Janet. As she sat in Jenny's room prior to lunch, she carefully studied Jenny. Jenny was going on about how nice it was that the two of them would not have to spend the weekend alone, but nothing that Jenny said provided Janet with any hints. Then Jenny turned to a practical matter that she had overlooked.

  "Gosh, Janet, where are you going to sleep? It will be a tight fit if we both have to sleep on my blankets."

  Was this the hint Janet had been waiting for? "Yes, it will," said Janet laconically. "I don't see how I can get my blankets over here because I can't speak to my master or an escort without them asking. No one is likely to ask me about blankets."

  Jenny frowned. She knew that her master would not be back until tomorrow, so she couldn't ask his help. Besides, she wasn't sure that she would get the opportunity to address this point even if he were to visit.

  "I'm in the same boat you are," said Jenny. "I guess we'll just have to use what we have."

  Could it be, Janet wondered, that Jenny had planned everything, including the sleeping arrangements? Janet had learned to be suspicious of females, especially pretty ones, not only because she herself had schemed a little, but also because she had often been suspected of scheming. More than once she had been asked, by males, just what was going on in her pretty little head. Females would ask what she was up to.

  "Yes," said Janet, "I guess we'll just have to use what we have."

  Presently the escort came to take the slaves to lunch. After she returned from lunch, Jenny knew that she would have at least one more visit before her day was over. Eric was certainly on his way.

  Eric, in fact, was on his way to DiMarcos. Over the last two days, his obsession with Jenny had become physical as well as mental. He had laid out a template for sex with Jenny, and he went over it again as he walked to DiMarcos. After the initial pleasantries, he would tell Jenny to bring him a fastener. She would stand upright while he bound her. Then, after he removed his clothes, he would fondle and massage her. Once he was completely aroused, he would turn her around with just the pressure of his finger on her shoulder and lead her, by the ring in her collar, to the chair. After sitting, he would gently pull her down, again by the ring. He would tell her to go slowly, postponing the intensity of her throat. After twenty exquisite minutes, or many as he could manage, he would screw her until she had an orgasm, have an orgasm himself, then resume his position in the chair for an explosive finish. For Eric, much of the beauty of his plan was the knowledge that he could make every detail happen.

  Jenny was dismayed, but not surprised, when Eric asked her to bring him a fastener. When he entered room six, he did not engage Jenny in conversation. He simply greeted her, complimented her looks, then asked for a fastener. She had no opportunity to suggest that they do without the bondage. My master may think I'm intelligent, Jenny thought, but whether I am or not, I'm still a slave. Everything went exactly as Eric had planned and Jenny discovered that the ring in her collar was more than just a leash attachment.

  After Eric led Jenny through his stylized version of sex, and complimented himself for it, he asked her whether it was true that BB's didn't work on weekends.

  "That's right, Eric," said Jenny, inwardly smiling. She may have had the orgasm that Eric and her master wanted her to have, but she was glad for some time off.

  "Gee, Jenny, I don't know how I'm going to go two days without seeing you. I know I'll spend th
e whole weekend thinking about you."

  You went two years without having sex with me, Jenny thought. Now you can't go two days. "I'll still be here on Monday, Eric."

  "I can't wait," said Eric. "Do you really get the whole weekend off? I mean, what do you do around here if you're not, you know, with someone?"

  "There isn't much to do here," said Jenny, "but I don't get the entire weekend off. My master will still come to see me."

  Eric wanted to ask about Jenny's master, but hadn't thought of a way to do it. Jenny, conveniently, solved the problem for him.

  "Your master, is he nice to you?"

  Jenny wasn't sure whether this was an appropriate question, but she interpreted it as a sign of Eric's concern for her.

  "Yes, he is nice to me."

  "So you like him?"

  Why would Eric care if I liked my master, she asked herself. Maybe he's jealous. "Yes, I guess you could say I like him."

  "Oh," said Eric, a little disappointed. "Well, I guess it's better to have one you like than one you don't like." He abruptly ended the conversation, dressed, and made his farewells.

  What was that all about, Jenny wondered.

  Almost the moment Eric returned home, the phone rang. He knew who was calling.

  "Eric," said Alicia. "Did you see Jenny today?"

  "Yes, Alicia," said Eric in a weary voice.

  "So, what was it like? Did she ask you to tie her up again?"

  "No," Eric snapped, "she didn't."

  "So you didn't tie her up?"

  "Yes," said Eric reluctantly, "I did."

  Alicia giggled. "And did she like it?"

  Eric tried to shade his answer. "I guess."

  "And what about her master? What does she think of him?"

  "Alicia, I don't want you to call me anymore. This isn't fair to Jenny."

  "Eric," Alicia said in her sweetest voice, "I know how you feel about Jenny, believe me, I do. I promise I won't call you anymore. But you can tell me what she thinks of her master, can't you?"

  "She likes him," Eric answered, using the fewest words possible.

  Alicia gasped loud enough for Eric to hear her. "OK, Eric, thanks, I promise not to call you anymore. Bye." She hung up. That little slut, thought Alicia, she's enjoying herself. She immediately called Mark.

  Eric had left Jenny before his two hours expired, freeing her to help with a late Friday afternoon rush of customers. She entertained two, consecutively, but didn't offer to screw either one. Next week I won't have any choice, she thought. I may as well use my last shred of freedom while I can. Jenny's workday ended when Janet was led into Jenny's room.

  "What's your day been like?" asked Janet as she sat down on Jenny's blankets.

  "Same old thing," said Jenny.

  "Mine, too," said Janet as she stretched out on Jenny's bed. For Janet, there had not been more than fifteen minutes between customers all day, and she had not been able to recover any lost sleep. "I'm going to rest a bit before dinner."

  Jenny sat, with her back against the wall, on the blankets now largely occupied by Janet. Janet lay on her back, positioned a pillow under her head so that her neck wouldn't rest on the ring at the back of her collar, and closed her eyes.

  "What are we going to do this weekend?" asked Jenny. "I mean, I know we can't go anywhere, but maybe we can think up something."

  Janet was too tired to be suspicious. "We can sleep," said Janet.

  "Well, yeah," said Jenny, "we could do that."

  Jenny surveyed the woman lying in front of her. Janet's hair was cut short, but still had a little wave. Her hair matched the rest of her body, which was all soft, gentle curves. Even Janet's breasts, which were very prominent, fit well with the rest of her lines. Jenny had not often envied another girl's body, but she couldn't find a flaw with Janet's. It was very nice to look at.

  By the time an escort came to room six to take the slaves to dinner, Janet was nearly asleep. When the escort announced, in a loud voice, that it was time to go to dinner, he didn't endear himself to Janet. After dinner, the escort led Jenny and Janet back to Jenny's room. Normally, he would lead the two of them into Jenny's room, wait until Jenny had sat down, then lead Janet away. This time, he waited for both slaves to sit – which Janet did not do right away – dropped his end of the leashes, and left. The slaves unhooked their leashes and hung them on the nail designated for the purpose. Jenny looked at the two leashes for a moment and would have said they gave a nice domestic touch to her room, if she had been familiar with the term.

  Both slaves were tired after dinner, and they lay down on Jenny's blankets, Jenny sandwiched between Janet and the wall. Janet was asleep in minutes. Jenny drifted in and out of sleep. After two hours, she felt sufficiently awake to rise and shower. By the time she was done, Janet was awake and she followed Jenny's example.

  Neither of them were ready to retire for the evening, so they sat up talking. Jenny gave Janet an abbreviated life story, beginning with first grade. Janet listened attentively, but said little. From what Janet heard, she could tell Jenny had had a happy childhood. The only unhappy moments were typical teenage crises, most related to boys. It struck Janet as innocent girl talk, but not ditzy or stupid.

  They discovered that both of them had a much younger brother for whom each had babysat several times. After the younger brother was tucked away, the boyfriend would appear. Janet's brother had snitched on her – once. He learned a few days later that an older sister with a hairbrush was a force to be reckoned with. He never snitched again. Jenny's brother had once threatened to tell on her, after he caught Jenny and a boyfriend on the couch wearing a bit less than normal, but some sweet talk and an offer to stay up late resolved the problem.

  On this evening, it was Jenny and Janet who stayed up late. Janet continued to do most of the listening. Her suspicion that Jenny had a secret agenda for the weekend faded away as it became clear that Jenny wanted only her company. In all of Jenny's conversation, Janet found nothing more than friendliness. Finally, Janet realized that it must be getting very late. She told Jenny that if they didn't retire, morning would come much sooner than they wanted.

  Janet went to the bathroom, and used one of the several unopened toothbrushes in Jenny's bathroom. DiMarcos always kept the slave's rooms well stocked with toiletries. As she was brushing her teeth, she noticed one of Jenny's butt plugs. Still brushing her teeth, she walked out of the bathroom, holding it up and looking quizzically at Jenny. Jenny grimaced. She had forgotten about this training detail. She cupped her hands together and Janet lobbed her the butt plug.

  After Janet finished brushing her teeth, she walked out and found Jenny struggling with the butt plug.

  "What are you doing?" Janet nearly shouted.

  "What do you think I'm doing?" answered Jenny, almost as loudly.

  "OK, I asked the wrong question. Why are you trying to get a butt plug up your ass like that?"

  "What do you mean, 'like that'? How else is it supposed to go in?" asked Jenny.

  "Well, first, it would help if you lubricated it. Second, if you sit above it like that, you could slip and suddenly get the whole thing inside you. Wait a minute." Janet disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a tube of lubricant.

  "Gimme that thing," she said to Jenny, holding out her hand. As Jenny handed her the butt plug, Janet launched into a sermon on the benefits of lubricant. "I can't believe you haven't been using this stuff. I couldn't get through a day without it. Hell, I couldn't get to breakfast without it. I keep a tube under my blankets. If I didn't, that fucking escort..." she paused, "well, never mind." She slowly wagged the tube of lubricant at Jenny like a disapproving finger. "You better start using this stuff," Janet said sternly. "Understand?"

  Jenny had listened to Janet's lecture with mild amusement, but when Janet began wagging the tube of lubricant at her she could barely suppress a laugh. When Janet uttered the ominous "Understand?" Jenny burst out laughing and rolled over onto her blankets.r />
  "This isn't funny," said Janet.

  Jenny kept laughing. "Yes," she said, laughter interrupting every word, "yes, it is. You should have seen yourself shaking that stuff back and forth."

  Janet hadn't laughed once since she became a slave, but she had to smile as she watched Jenny. Jenny was curled up on her blankets, holding her sides, and laughing as hard as she could.

  "You laugh now," said Janet, wagging the tube at Jenny again and trying to suppress her own laughter, "but you'll see." This only made Jenny laugh harder, and finally Janet broke down and laughed a little herself. It took several minutes before Jenny calmed down. She would stop laughing for a few seconds, take a deep breath or two, then start laughing again.

  When Janet thought that Jenny had recovered herself, she said, "C'mon, I'll help you with this thing. Lie on your stomach." Jenny, still trying to suppress her laughter, dutifully lay down. Janet put some of the lubricant on her palm, then rubbed her hands together to warm it. After rolling the plug on her palm a few times, she positioned herself behind Jenny. She put her right hand on the right cheek of Jenny's ass, and with her thumb pulled the cheek gently to the right. Then she put the dull end of the plug between Jenny's cheeks and pushed a little.

  "Is that the right place?" asked Janet.

  "A bit lower, no, too low, yes, there," said Jenny, and she felt the plug slip inside her.

  Janet twisted the plug back and forth as she pushed in. "Tell me if it hurts, OK?"

  "I will," said Jenny. She giggled a little.

  "Now what's funny?" asked Janet.

  "How'd you like to do this for a living?" asked Jenny.

  "Do what for a living?"

  "Insert butt plugs. I can just hear the conversation. 'I'm a secretary. What do you do for a living?'" Jenny lowered her voice as much as she could. "'I insert butt plugs.'" She started laughing again.