Sir had her don four inch heels that were nearly impossible for her to walk in, then he put a leashed collar on her and used it to lead her to the car. When she showed some reluctance about going outside naked and leashed, he bent her over his lap without hesitation and gave her a short but painful spanking. With tears in her eyes, she followed.
Although she didn't think anyone saw, it was still embarrassing, because Sir's car was parked outside the garage where she was visible to the street.
She scooted down a bit and kept her arms crossed over her breasts. Sir did not say anything at first, but eventually he told her to lean her seat back if she need, but to stop covering herself.
Then he stated, “You need to learn a few rules before we arrive, slut. Do not question me on any of them. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Masturbate while I tell. Do not stop masturbating until we arrive and leave the car, even if you cum.”
She paled a little. She was certain two truckers had seen her naked body already. But she was afraid to hesitate now, so she began fingering herself.
“Fondle your tits while you do it,” he ordered and she obeyed.
He told her, “First, anyone who I allow into the house we just left or the house we are going to, or the backyard of either place, or onto my boat, has my permission to discipline you, to give you orders, or to use you for sex. Your body belongs to me, so now that you know that is my order to you, you can have no right objections. If they weren’t allowed to use you, I would not allow them in my home. Do you understand?“
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed. He could probably hear trembling in her voice, and hoped he understood it was the pleasure she was giving herself and not reluctance.
“Second, you are a junior slave and in the house we are going to, junior slaves only speak when they are asked a question. You do not even say ‘yes sir’ to an order. To an order, you obediently nod your head. In any other place, unless I tell you to act like a free person around others, you should obey that rule as well.”
“Y…” she began, then realized she was not ‘acting like a free person in public’ just in time and nodded instead.
“Good girl. You will have to decide for yourself whether a situation is dire enough to break that rule. For example, if somebody’s life would be in danger if you didn’t speak up, it is your duty to break the rule. I will still punish you for disobedience, but if the matter was important enough, I will also reward you for your actions once your punishment is complete.”
That sounded terribly unfair, but she nodded. She also began wriggling her hips a little in response to her finger.
“Third, your body is mine to use for my pleasure. Your sexual orientation is of no concern to me. I find it pleasurable to see or know that my girls are making love to each other. In addition to when I order you to do so, when you are done with your chores, you are to pleasure at least two of your fellow slaves per day, and rotate through them so that you pleasure every single one at least twice per week.”
Wherever they were going, Sir kept other slaves there. That amazed her.
“And fourth, I will give you a diary to record every sexual act you perform, stating who you served, the specific acts you performed while serving them, and if possible, how many orgasms you and how many you think they had.”
Panting hard now, she nodded.
An orgasm took her after a while, and she very nearly forgot that Sir had ordered her to keep going. She started up again, praying she hadn’t stopped long enough he would consider it disobedience.
Her heart nearly stopped when he spoke once more, but he simply told her to return her seat to upright. Reluctantly, she did so, getting back to fingering herself once she was sitting up. She was relieved to see they were on a low traffic street in a neighborhood of large, secluded lots.
As he slowed down approaching a moderately large older house with a well-kept lawn, she caught a glimpse of a river directly behind it. The house she knew had a boathouse and a pier for Sir’s boat. She wondered if Sir had a pier here so he could also drive his boat here. Perhaps he stopped here on his frequent fishing trips.
A privacy fence and tall trees prevented any view into the back yard. They drove down the driveway and through a motorized gate that opened to the same remote control that opened the garage at home. He pulled to a stop near a side door as the gate closed.
Once she was out of the car, he led her to a gazebo in the back yard, where he made her kneel. He manacled her hands behind her back and replaced her leash with a chain attached to a heavy ring mounted in the floor. Without another word, he left her there and walked into the house.
For a long time, she stayed kneeling there, but when she heard footsteps behind her and turned to look, a man around thirty whom she’d never seen before was unbuckling his pants.
She knew Sir had said anyone could fuck her here, but she still felt panic that a stranger was about to take her. He pulled his pants off, tossed them on the bench, then took hold of her hair.
“Hello, cunt. I’m Ryan. Suck me.”
She trembled, but with him pulling her to his cock by the hair, she couldn’t do anything about it. She opened her mouth and he pushed himself in.
Jenny began to bob her head back and forth as he grew harder in her mouth. He controlled the pace from the beginning, and he was larger than Sir. His cock was threatening the back of her throat when she wasn’t even close to the full length.
His fingers curled in her hair after a while and he pulled her head closer, pushing his cock into her throat, causing her to gag. He laughed about it as she pulled away, and wouldn’t let her pull back even as far as the head.
“Suck it harder, cunt.”
His cock repeatedly sliding deeper into her mouth, trying to drive down her throat. She sucked desperately through her nostrils for breath each time he retracted, and he simply laughed more at her difficulties.
Amazingly, she found her pussy getting wet from the treatment. She wanted him to pull out of her mouth and treat the other end this way. She wanted to feel him bottom out inside her.
Jenny begged him with her eyes, worried she was going to vomit, but he jut stroked her hair in a strangely loving fashion while his other had kept ramming her head onto his cock.
Finally he pulled partially back, his head still in her mouth, and cum spurt out. He pulled out completely and ejected the rest of his load at her eye level. A bit of it got into her eye before she shut it.
Ryan looked down at her and ordered, “Swallow, cunt.”
Cum was running down her nose. He added, “Catch what you can with your tongue and swallow that as well. Then turn and put your chest against the bench.”
She did so, raising up on her knees in the process. Before she could settle back down, he had grabbed her thigh with a merciless grip and slipped his other hand between her legs. Leaning over her, he fingered her with great skill but no gentleness, with his hand on her back smashing her breasts into the edge of the bench. She quickly approach an orgasm.
She nearly cried out when he abruptly stopped before she came. Without saying anything further, he pulled his boxers and trousers back on and walked out of the gazebo, leaving her in that position, panting and confused.
A beautiful small-breasted girl of mixed race appeared, soon and sat down on the bench where Jenny’s breasts had been. She had gold jewelry chains hanging from her neck to rings in her little nipples, and another that draped from one nipple to another. In her navel, she wore a dangle that said “LOVE”, which was a lot nicer than having one that said “SLUT”, but right above her shaved pussy was a tattoo that read, in beautiful cursive calligraphy, “Whore”. With a heart.
Without a word, she pulled Jenny up between her legs and made her eat her out, which was the first pussy she ever tasted that wasn’t her own wetness on her fingers. As she worked, she tried to consider what would feel good, wishing her hands weren’t shackled so she could do the trick Sir had shown her with her thumb while she sucked.
She felt the girl cumming on her mouth. Then the girl made her get into the same position Ryan had, and did the same fingering, except more gently. And she also stopped before Jenny came.
After the girl left, Jenny wasn’t alone for long. She was soon visited by…
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