PART II
The Dom got up the next morning, ready to face his work week. He had to admit that juggling four sluts over two days had been hard work. If anything, going back to the business world would be a relief. He was just outside his front door when he remembered about Lisa, slave girl on loan, from San Francisco. She had been asleep in the living room when he had gotten up, and in his haste, he hadn’t really noticed her. She was more than half-asleep herself: he had spent the weekend teaching her how to be a sub, to wear a collar for the first time, but also to obey his existent sluts. Lisa hadn't slept well, being slightly distracted with three whores finally able to have someone due their bidding, since they themselves must always be obedient to their Dom.
He unlocked the door and went back inside to awaken the sleeping slave. Lisa blinked, revealing her brown eyes, still partly stained with tears.
"Oh," she said, hanging her head. "I had hoped it was a dream, but..."
The Dom looked at his watch. He had a meeting, and he was going to be late at this rate. Luckily, he set his own hours, but he still enjoyed the discipline of a fulfilling work day and completing the projects he had set for himself. That only meant he’d have to make up the work later. He had a sudden, random thought of how he had had pets in his life, and knew the responsibility it entailed, and then he had, one by one, taken up his cum sluts, and only keep this trio as they had all been friends for so long now, and how prettily they had begged him to allow the others to come on board and be his sluts, each girl promising she would be obedient to him. He had had serious doubts about this, knowing the time it took to train and service even one slut. Now he had three whores and an untrained sub slave. When would he have time to deal with her? While he pondered these things, staring down at Lisa on the sofa, his expression must have obviously changed, because she picked up on it immediately and her own face twisted with fear.
"I'm sorry, Master Sir Dom," she said. "Please don't hurt me."
"I am not going to hurt you, slut. Not at the moment. You will learn some day that there is pleasure in your pain, when I inflict it.” She looked puzzled again. Frankly, she looked clueless most of the time. He undid the handcuffs and let her stand up. "I have got to go to work. I need for you to obey me, slut. I am leaving you with your friends, but you cannot take advantage of this situation, just because you are new. They are my sluts, and they know to do my biding. If I order them to train you today, you will have to obey them. I have a saying, and my sluts are well familiar with it, “Perfection is the goal. Mere excellence will be tolerated. Stupidity should be painful." Do you understand? My sluts know to do their very best, at all times. Nothing less is acceptable.”
"What... what do you want me to do?"
Hmm... He hadn't given that much thought. "Clean the house," he said. "Do the dishes. And the laundry. And... whatever else needs doing. Ahh... help yourself to some food. You might want to have a shower as well, if you like. You absolutely are forbidden to leave this condo." He paused in thought, seeing Lisa’s wrinkled brow and knowing he had to really spell things out for her. "Unless there is a fire or something. You can leave the condo then. If anyone comes to the door, you can tell them you are my cousin, staying over." He paused again. Okay, that was ridiculous. Lisa looked nothing at all like him. He was tall and pale with brownish blonde hair and Lisa was of Middle Eastern descent.
"Tell them you are my AOL friend from the West Coast, and that I did some work on your Apple for you when I was out there. But do not go out unless there is a fire. Or an emergency. Or something. Never answer the telephone. Come to think of it, do not answer the door. No one ever rings my landline anyway." He paused again. God! Owning a slave was such hard work. Had he forgotten anything? He realized that he'd been talking very fast, in his wish to get out the door again. Oddly enough, he found it quite hard keeping his train of thought when talking with a bound naked brunette in the room. He had not forgotten how on Saturday, Lisa drooled when he put a ball gag back into her mouth for the morning.
"Just... use your common sense." (Assuming she had any. She had been captured as a slave, after all.) "Now, I really have to get off to work. You get all that?" Lisa nodded, but she continued to look a little dumbfounded. This would all be new to her, too. He gave her a curt nod with his head and then left. Work was a nightmare. He couldn't focus at all today and he made a number of annoying little mistakes that were enough to halt the programming he was creating. This was not the norm. The Dom decided to finish a little early. Besides, there was something he needed to do. He discreetly checked with one of his attornies he kept on retainer, and he found a lawyer who specialized in slave law. They also had a fairly large consumer protection department, so, if anyone he knew saw him going there, he planned to say he had ordered a plasma television that proved faulty, and the company wouldn’t honor their warranty. Fortunately, he'd managed to book an appointment for half past three that afternoon. That would put him a little behind schedule, but that was what flexi-time was for, right?
The Dom was quite surprised when he entered the law offices and found a female lawyer waiting to meet with him. Her name was Cassandra Tethere . She was tall and blonde, very smartly dressed, and she had an intense stare.
"How can I help you, Mr. ______ she asked.
Slowly, the Dom outlined his problem. "Basically," he said, concluding. "I want to know what my situation is. What can I do, how does the law work? I mean, she did some incredibly stupid things this weekend. What if she sets fire to my condo, or something?"
"First time trial slave hmm?" He nodded. "This is why you’ve been wise to always choose your sluts on your own. Gift laws are still in a highly amendable mode and the law in this area is in a bit of flux. It's all very new and a lot of matters haven't been really cleared up yet. There's still a lot of cases working their way up through the courts, and they should clarify things a lot.
"The way things stand at the moment, is... legally, Lisa is not a person. She has no right to voice an opinion, to own property, she's not covered by the various human rights conventions, nothing like that. She does have a very limited form of human rights guaranteed her by the various slavery based statutes and statutory instruments. You can't kill her, or mutilate her. You can, however, rape her…plus any form of bondage, of course. Let’s say you wanted to leave her outside hanging from a tree branch. You could do that, but there are sections of law governing climate; i.e. freezing weather….and even some of that is allowed, but with time constraints.”
"How far can I go?" the Dom asked. "I mean, I'm not planning on cutting her arms off, or anything, but what about... oh, I don't know... putting her in a cage, or an electric prod up her rectum…anything like that?"
"That's one of the gray areas. The Act specifically allows... what was the wording, ah yes. 'Normal methods of discipline and punishment as would be considered entirely appropriate between Master and slave." Master includes 'Mistress', so don't worry about that. The problem is, of course, what exactly that means and... well... we don't know. The general legal view is that a caning or whipping would be fine, as long as the Dominate established proper knowledge of the property for the purpose. It gets really vague, yet nitpicky, dependent on what you do to her.”
"The Act also mentions discipline and punishment, so I'd advise that if you were to flog her, it shouldn't be just because you feel like it, but in response to her doing something wrong. What that has to be is a little unclear. To be honest, I I believe you would be all right leaving marks that don't fade after, say, after two weeks. A Dom was prosecuted for caning a slave girl and leaving marks on her breasts that stayed there for a month, but the charges were dropped. Another concern is that you have a practicing Domme as one of your sluts, and you did alert the firm once before when she was flogging her own sub and got carried away in the moment and it went too far.”
He remembered that night and the flared gleam in L__’s eye as she repeatedly whipped her slave at a party they had attended together. It was quite delicious. "So, if I use proper tools and stay within normal guidelines for a Dom, I should be all right?"
"Basically, yes. I know I've been a little ambiguous, but I'm afraid the law in this area is equally vague at the moment, as anything is as it becomes public law."
"What about if she does something? Breaks the law?"
"You' are liable. Totally. She is your property. Even as a trial slave. Anything and everything she does is considered to be at your direct order. You would have to prove it wasn't, which obviously isn't easy. And even then, you'd be liable for a lesser version of whatever crime she committed, based on your negligence rather than deliberate action. My advice? Keep her under very close supervision unless you trust her absolutely."
"What if she escapes?"
"You have to report her missing, much the same way as you would report a stolen credit card or car. If you don't, you can still be liable for any crimes she commits. At the very least, you're technically guilty of encouraging illegal submission. I mean, she is not your collared sub – even if you have already collared her, and I am assuming you have, she is still the property of the company that sent her to you. “
"If you do report her missing, then you can in theory be charged with negligent owning of a slave. You'd get some points on your record - usually three. You can get points for various other things as well. Get twelve points and you're banned from owning slaves for a year. The ones you have will be taken into custody and sold at private auctions."
"What about releasing her?"
Cassandra blinked and looked genuinely surprised. "Why would you want to do that?"
"Just curious. Can I?"
"Well... oddly enough, there aren't any provisions in the BDSM Act for releasing a slave. There are sections about slaves whose status isn't properly registered and so on, but that doesn't seem to be the case here, although I'll need to see her slavery papers to be absolutely certain on that one. Legally there's no framework for freeing her. You could allow her some autonomy, but she won't be recognized as a free individual. I'm guessing that some of the normal submission laws would apply."
" She'd be treated as an illegal slave if you let her loose. Oh yes, and she couldn't claim asylum or persecution or anything like that. She'd probably just be re-enslaved, and you might get some points on your slave-owning record as well." You have been a Dom a long time. You know what to do with a slut. "Don't worry about it. Anything else?"
"No. I think that's about it. I just wanted to know where I stood."
"I'll send you a report, outlining all of this in writing. We've got a few basic leaflets in reception you can take. Help yourself."
The Dom picked up the leaflets and stuffed them into his pocket. Lisa was so incredibly slow to learn what L__, L____, and E____ had picked up intuitively. Then again, some whores are natural born cum sluts. Experience had certainly taught him that. He returned to his condo and no sooner had he opened the door, he smelled smoke. Dear God. Not a fire. Had something happened? He hadn't been thinking clearly when he left work this morning. Surely the combined experience of his sluts could keep slave Lisa in check.
The smell came from the kitchen and he entered that area. His eyes immediately went to smoke pouring from the oven. Lisa was standing against the wall, looking horrified and crying, and L__ and E____ were busy trying to fan the blue smoke out of the room toward the open windows, while putting a hissing roasting pan in the sink with whatever had been in there, blackened beyond all recognition.
L____, however, stood before him with a smirk on her lips. She herself was a gourmet level cook, and he knew she was secretly pleased that Lisa was such an incompetent in the field where she shined. He turned to L_____ and grabbed her hair. “Get over there with your sister sluts to clean up this mess.” Lisa had evidently been trying to grill something, and he just knew they would never have left her unsupervised, especially after he had ordered them to watch her without fail. Whatever it was, it was now unidentifiable, blackened and charred, smoke coming from it and from the tin foil used to cover the pan. That was an expensive piece of cookery ruined. There was a rush of steam and a hissing noise. L____turned off the grill and dropped her singed towel into the sink. It was only then that she turned to Lisa and slapped her.
"What did you...?" She stopped. L____ had just done the unthinkable. She had disciplined a slut while her Dom was in the room, and without his order to do so. Worse yet, her slave responsibility had been to get Lisa dressed in some skimpy lingerie, but instead Lisa was wearing one of his shirts, one of the ones he had dropped in the laundry basket. The shirt was only partily buttoned up, as Lisa evidently couldn't button it closed over her large tits, so her cleavage was incredibly pronounced.
L____ had the same problem, even more so. Her tits were always out there for him, and he loved nothing more than throwing her on her back in front of the other girls, having her hold her clamped tits up to him in presentation, then shoving his rigid, oiled cock between them while he tit fucked her and shot cum all over her chest and face. The other sluts were always screaming under their ball gags when this happened, trying to pull against their constraints to get at his cock and receive his cum.
Lisa didn't wear anything below the waist. At least the sluts had gotten that right. One of the first rules they were ever taught was that their cunts must always be wet and available to him at any time. There were no exceptions. What are you wearing?"he asked, slightly nonplussed. Oddly, she looked even sexier dressed like that than she had in just that apron, or naked.
"I'm sorry," Lisa muttered. "I'm sorry, Master Dom ... I didn't mean to."
"Calm down. I am not annoyed." He was, a little, but the way she looked... and the shirt gaped enough that he could see his sluts had clamped her nipples to her clit.
"I took this from your laundry. I just wanted something to wear during the day. The laundry was full and there were a few things left and I was going to put them in the second basket, but I forgot..."
" Really? And what about trying to burn my kitchen down?"
Her eyes widened, hearing the tone of his voice. "I wasn't. I swear. It was an accident. Master! Sir!... I..."
"It’s a joke. I’m teasing you. " Lisa looked at him blankly. "Never mind. I take it you've never actually cooked before." Lisa shook her head. "Luckily my other sluts are expert cooks, so they will take over that duty tonight, but as a slave, you must clean up this mess for them. I'm going to go and change."
"Yes, Sir." Lisa began to undo the buttons on her shirt.
"Nooooo," he said slowly. "You must learn to become focused and listen intently to what I am saying to you. “I” am going to go change. I did not say that “you” must go change." She really did not get it. He could tell. L, L and E had always jumped through his orders with the greatest alacrity. They would do anything to give him pleasure. Anything. He could see this becoming a serious problem. The more time he spent around Lisa, the less she seemed to grasp the most basic principles behind being a cum slut and slave.
Her appearance was fine, but it was the total package: He always wanted a woman with a good mind. He wanted to be able to still a slut with just a glance: to evolve the relationship beyond words. But Lisa? It was everything about her. He thought after that first night that she seemed to have picked up obedience. She had had a weekend to observe him in action with his sluts, fucking each of them in turn in front of her: bound and gagged, going through many positions and acts to give his cock the highest pleasures. He had shot immense amounts of cum in two days. Some of it had even landed on Lisa’s own cunt, tits and face.
He thought warning her that she could be sold to someone else had been absorbed within her, and she was determined to serve him as well as she could. Unfortunately, that wasn't very well. She had learned, slowly, to use the microwave. He had decided against letting her loose on the oven, or the master grill at his Cape house, and he knew the sluts had repeatedly told her how to service him. He had lounged about and listened to them going over the sub rules again and again. A half hour later, Lisa would once more ask them, or disregard something crucial. She did get through the laundry, but she had shrunk one of his favorite tee shirts. She seemed to be getting used to being naked in front of him and the sluts, at least it appeared she was unself-conscious of it.
It wasn’t getting easier being around Lisa. She called him 'Mistress'” one time, and the sluts had to bite their lips to keep from laughing out loud, knowing he would whip their cunts raw if they dared laugh. She tugged at her collar. She would forget to keep her eyes downcast. She was always talking... and that never seemed to let up... while the other sluts knew their silence was prized.
Sunday night, the Dom had been unable to sleep, so he went to the kitchen to get some water and noticed Lisa asleep. She was wearing the underwear she had been delivered in, and one of her legs was propped over the arm rest of the sofa-- long, creamy and soft. He stared at her. She looked so helpless. A lock of her long hair trailed over her shoulder. The only light was that from the moon coming through the half-drawn curtains, and she looked curvaceous and vunerable in that light.
E____ had given him a book about the moon. Now that slut thrived in moonlight. He remembered the time he raped E____ at her Cape house, when the moon shone over the water. Ah yes. That was the first time she had ever been raped. He hardened, remembering that fearful look in her eyes, over the gag, as she listened to his voice tell her what he had been thinking of doing to her. He had systematically cut the clothes off his bound slut, biting her tits as they became exposed through the circular holes in the cloth. He had a photograph somewhere of that moment: the morning after. The mutilated jagged cloth spread on the bed.
He could have raped Lisa last night. He learned today it was not a crime to rape his slave. Lisa was his slave. He could tie her up, whip her, force her to hold his cock in his mouth while his other bound sluts watched. He could force his sluts to put on strap-on’s and fuck her hard. Lisa was a slave. There was nothing she could do about it. Nothing at all.
He stood there for a long time, watching the rise and fall of his slave's tits. He wanted to walk over and crush them in his hands, take those pink nipples between his teeth and bite hard. What was the point in having a sexy slave girl if you didn't put her to the use intended? Lisa would never make a good cleaner or cook or anything like that. A mental giant? No. But as a fuck toy, she would be superb.
He remembered the way she had looked when first delivered. “Just take her,” he thought. Tie her up between the other sluts legs then fuck her senseless. Listen to them scream with their own lust under their gags. Rape her. She's a slave. Your slave. You have many days left. 28 days of raping her, then you can return her and not pay a penny. Oh God."
The Dom unzipped his jeans and rubbed his pre-cum down the shaft of his rigid, swollen cock. He stood over her and shot a full load of his cum onto her sleeping body; admiring it's glistening luminance in the moonbeams.
August 1, 1901
