Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 8)
Introduction:
A man chronicles his life as a merchant of sex slaves
5:37pm
I opened the door to the slave bedroom, and Ruby was sitting up in her bed, tears in her eyes, very frightened by the screams she had been hearing.
“Baby, let’s get a third bed made up and get the girls in here.” I said.
Baby grabbed a set of sheets, blanket and a pillow and went in to the slave bedroom.
She walked over to Ruby, put her hand on Ruby’s hand and said something in Spanish with a comforting tone. Ruby seemed relieved and took the bedding from Baby’s hands, insisting that she would make the bed.
As Ruby made up the bunk that was above her own, I disconnected the chain from Katie’s collar and removed her handcuffs, telling her not to move.
I inspected Catherine’s backside. She had multiple red welts, but nothing serious. Flower had done well. I also unchained her and ordered her to stay in place.
“Both of you will now go in to the bedroom, pick a bunk and lie flat on your back.” I ordered, as I grabbed two short chains and locks from the cabinet.
They both stood there looking at me, unsure if I they should move.
“Now!” I snapped, then followed them in to the bedroom.
“You can sleep with the housekeeper.” Catherine said, pushing Katie out of the way and heading to the lower bunk of the unused bed.
I let it go for now. I can already tell I’m going to have to beat the bitch out of this girl before it’s over.
Both girls lie flat on their backs as instructed. I chained Katie’s collar to the headboard. She started to cry again, but didn’t say a word.
I moved over and chained Catherine’s collar to her headboard. She had this look on her face as if everything was going according to plan and it was just a matter of time before I came crawling, begging to her to join the operation. Or maybe I was reading too much in to it.
“Girls!” I said, stepping back into the doorway, “Someone will be in the next room at all times. If you make any attempt to escape, or even get out of bed, you will long for the days when you were only beaten with a stick.”
“Rest for a while.” I said, closing the door.
Baby and Flower were sitting on the futon, Flower had her head on Baby’s shoulder, eyes closed. Baby was barely keeping her eyes open.
It was then that I realized it was still only 7:45am.
I had the girls stand up, pulled the futon out flat, and we all piled in to it, quickly falling asleep.
January 16th, 2008
8:14pm
I’m still trying to catch up with my journal. It’s been a busy day.
I woke up about 10:30am, trapped in a tangled mess of female arms and legs. I carefully slipped out from under the girls, trying not to wake them, and went upstairs.
I took a nice, hot shower and then got on the computer and checked my bank account. The $50k from Wayne had arrived. I have some shopping to do. I grabbed a notebook and started making a list of the things we needed.
After about 10 minutes, Baby came lumbering in. The hair on the left side of her head was sticking almost straight up. I chuckled to myself and gave her a cheery “Good Morning!”, to which she just growled and grabbed a bottle of aspirin from her purse.
“Is Flower awake yet?” I asked.
“Shower.” she replied, still barely awake. Translation: “Flower is taking a shower, Honey.”
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Shower.” she said, walking in to the bathroom. Translation: “I have a slight headache and I’m going to take a shower now, Honey.”
I gave Baby and Flower about an hour to wake up, shower and meet me in the living room; we needed to talk.
I spent the hour cleaning up the mess we made last night, getting Tomas busy with some work in the garage, and checking the social web sites. It’s been a while since I’ve logged in and had tons of messages. I ignored them for now.
The girls arrived in the living room, their hair up in towels. They sat on the couch, took the towels down and started brushing there hair out. How their hair was still wet after an hour is beyond me. What have they been doing? I chalk it up to one of those ‘female mysteries’ and get down to business.
I stood up a few feet in front of them.
“First off… Flower: Excellent job down there.”
“Thank you, Master!” she exclaimed, pausing her hair brushing.
“Does that mean…?” Baby asked, trailing off.
“Yes. Flower can stay…” The girls squealed and hugged each other.
“AT LEAST…” I continued, “until the next auction.”
“She still has to show that she can earn her keep, long-term. But today was a great start.”
“But…” I added, walking up to Flower.
“… suck my cock.” I ordered.
Flower immediately set her brush on the couch, unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out and put it in her mouth.
“Look at me.” I said.
She complied.
“Understand that you are still a slave.” I reminded her, “You will still be chained up when we are not with you, until you earn our full trust.”
She nodded her head and kept sucking.
I watched her for a few moments, then pet her damp head.
“I am still ‘Master’, and you will still do as you are told.”
“Yeth, Mathter.” she replied.
I couldn’t help myself and cracked a smile. Her face lit up with that adorable smile of hers.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth, zipped up and walked back to my spot.
“Welcome to the team, Flower.” I said.
“Thank you, Master!” both girls said, almost simultaneously. Baby ran up to me, wrapped both arms around me and planted a kiss on my lips.
Baby sat back down, the girls looked at each other and smiled, then returned to their hair.
“We need to to make a few changes to the way we do things here. Baby, this mostly involves you, and to a lesser extent, me.”
“What is it, Master?” Baby asked.
“There is definitely a place for comforting the girls. They need some balance so they don’t go nuts and ball up in the corner, but, we have to stop getting close to them.”
“What do you mean, Master?” Baby asked.
“They are here to be sold, and we are here to train them. We are not here to be their friends, have all-night girl talk sessions or learn about their sad childhoods.”
“I know, Master.” Baby agreed, “I’ve just been a little lonely for, you know, for a girl to talk to since… since Star left.”
“I completely understand, Baby.” I assured her, “I miss Star too. But that’s exactly my point. We can’t keep getting close to these girls, then go through the pain when they leave.”
“And… you have Flower now… right?” I added.
“Right!” she said, putting her arm around Flower.
“And for my part, I need to quit getting attached because of their sad eyes or sweet, innocent faces…” I said.
“… or because they are an amazing piece of ass.” I added, giving the blushing Flower a quick wink.
“Anyway…” I continued, “Flower, I want you to take over most of the training of the girls.”
“Master?” Flower asked in disbelief.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Baby will be there to help most of the time, and I’ll be there when needed. But you will be in charge of their day-to-day training; getting them up and ready for the day, teaching them new skills, running them through practice sessions, and so on.”
“Yes, Master.” Flower replied, “I can do that.”
“We only have about two weeks. You will need to be strict and business-like. You have full authority to administer any punishment you deem necessary. But you obviously need to be careful not to damage them.”
“Of course, Master.” Flower agreed.
“You do a wonderful job with the girls, Baby, and I want you continue to comfort and provide the balance for them, but you need to keep the relationships at arms length.”
“OK, Master.” Baby replied.
“Also, I need you both to be very careful of Catherine.” I added, “Until she is completely broken, she is going to try to manipulate you, lie and scheme. She will try to confuse and trick you, and I would not put violence past her if she gets desperate enough. Always have her chained up, and keep one eye on her at all times.”
“Yes, Master” Flower said.
“Baby…” I said, turning slightly to face her, “I’m going out today to pick up some things we need, and I thought maybe I’d get a nice camera, and video camera. I want to start getting better recordings of our training sessions and have a good photo record of them as well. How’d you like to be our official photographer?”
“I *love* photography!” she exclaimed.
“Good. Maybe you could give me some suggestions on what camera to get, and anything else you will need.”
I had originally thought about Flower for the photography, but she did so well with the girls, and I remembered that Baby had once mentioned enjoying photography, so I decided this would work out better.
“OK, you two finish your primping, then get the girls showered, give them slave outfits and flll them in on the rest of the rules. We’ll start training when I get back.”
January 17th, 2008
8:52am
I returned from shopping last night too late to get started on training the girls, so we’re going to start this morning.
I bought the professional quality camera Baby had suggested. She stayed up quite late playing with it. I also bought a very nice video camera.
I spent several hundred dollars at the adult novelty store, picking up 9 or 10 dildos of various styles and sizes, more handcuffs, a few vibrators and various other items that caught my eye.
A package we had been waiting on finally arrived today. Baby had found some t-shirts online that have snaps all the way up the back. We ordered two dozen of them in different solid colors. These make it possible for the slaves to remove their shirts while their collar is chained to the ceiling. They are now the standard slave shirt.
I decided to get an estimate on having the garage finished. I think we need a larger area than the living room for the auctions. I’ve found a general contractor from a town about an hour away. I didn’t want someone from around here, as it’s a small town and people talk. I promised him a bonus if he could finish it quickly. He will be here later this afternoon.
Tomas has an appointment at the clinic this morning to have his STD testing.
January 17th, 2008
4:31pm
I went downstairs this morning once the girls were ready. The slaves were wearing standard slave outfits, their collars where all chained to the ceiling with long chains, and they were in position. I sat down in the upright recliner, Baby and Flower were sitting very close to each other on the futon, Flower had the rod in her hand.
“Katie!” I called.
“Yes, <sob> Master?” she replied, looking up at me and wiping tears from her eyes. She was in yellow.
“Come here.” I ordered.
She got up and walked over to me, standing about a foot away.
“Down.” I commanded, motioning downward with my hand, “In position.”
She complied.
“The first order of business is your name.”
“It’s ‘Katie’, Master.” she offered, looking up at me, and wiping her cheek.
“I… know that. You need a new one.”
I had given it some thought last night and decided to skip giving the two new slaves an initial, derogatory name until they earn a ‘nice’ name as I did with most of the the other girls. There are just too many slaves now and it will get confusing to change their names again in a week.
“From now on, your name is ‘River’.” I initially thought of it because she cries a lot, but then I realized she also somewhat resembles a character on one of my favorite TV shows.
“You will never use your old name again. Is this understood?” I asked.
“Yes, Master.” she replied, sobbing again.
“What is your name, slave?” I prompted.
“…River.” she responded.
“Have you already forgotten the proper way to respond to your Master?” I asked.
“…My… my name is River, Master! I’m sorry!” she pleaded.
“Do not forget again.” I warned.
“I won’t, Master.” she promised, then turned her head, put her hand up to her nose and started crying.
“River…”
“Yes, Master?” she replied, tears still running down her face.
“I know this is hard for you,” I began, wiping her left cheek with my thumb, “But I need you to stop crying now.”
“I’m sorry, Master!” she cried in fear, sobbing even louder than before.
“River!” I said forcefully to get her attention back and grabbing her chin with my right hand, “I need you to pull yourself together. I promised that you would not be punished again unless you did something to deserve it.”
“I know, Master.” she replied, calming down a bit but still crying.
“You were living in a shelter and had nothing. I know the training will be hard, but when it’s over, you will go to live with a very rich man, and you will have an easy life.”
“I… Yes, Master.”
“And you are adorable,” I added, wiping her face with my thumb again, “He won’t be able to keep himself from spoiling you rotten.”
“Yes, Master.” she said, no longer sobbing, but tears still streaming.
“River…” I whispered, getting close to her ear, “I need you to be strong and stop crying… Now. I do not want to punish you again, but you are no good to me like this.”
“I… I… ” she stammered, looking as if she were going to burst out crying again.
I looked at her sternly.
“Now.” I repeated.
“OK…” she began, then wiped her face with both hands, sniffed several times while wiping her nose with the back of her hand, and stood up a bit straighter. “Yes, Master.”
“That is all.” I said, “Back in position.”
River walked over to the other slaves and got back in position.
“Baby, please get River some hand wipes.” I requested.
“Catherine, come here.” I ordered.
Catherine stood up and walked over to me. Her slightly-too-tight, light blue slave outfit firmly hugging her curves. She held her head high and walked with a slight strut.
I stared at her for a long time, trying to figure out how to handle her. She needs to be broken, but as much as I hate to admit hit, she does have an air of class about her that the other girls don’t have… when she’s not being a bitch.
I could beat her in to submission of course, but I don’t want her to lose that classy edge. At 31 years old, she is going to be a harder sell than the younger girls. She needs all the advantages she can get.
The only thing I’ve found so far that seems to bother her is to disparage her looks. At 31, she’s probably starting to see the early signs of aging, and is sensitive about losing the only thing she really has to offer.
I decided to try a completely different angle.
I unhooked the chain from her collar, dropped it on the floor and walked toward the slave bedroom.
“Follow me.” I said.
Catherine followed me in to the bedroom as I held the door open for her and closed it as she entered.
“On your knees.” I demanded.
“Are you going to have your way with me now, Master?” she smirked.
“On… your… fucking… knees.” I growled.
She studied my face for a moment, then got down on her knees in front of me.
“How do you want to do this?” I asked.
“Huh?” she asked, confused, then made a quick transition to sarcasm, “The usual way is, I open my mouth, put your cock in it and…”
“Ahhhh! Bastard!” she yelled, putting her hand to her face, as her snide comments were abruptly ended by the back of my right hand.
“I mean, you have two choices. I can beat you in to submission, turn you in to an unquestioning, obedient, docile slave…”
“Can you?” she asked.
I looked her in the eyes with my serious face.
“Yes… I can…”
She again studied my face, her attitude fading a bit.
“And what’s my second choice?”
“Your second choice is, you do what you always do; use your body to get what you want.”
“How do you mean?
“I mean, you become an unquestioning, obedient, docile slave… voluntarily, right now.”
Her eyes glazed over and the gears started turning in her head.
“And then what happens?”
“I sell you.”
“Then what?”
“I don’t care. I imagine you will once again fuck up an easy life by being a manipulative, ungrateful bitch to your new Master, but that’s up to you.”
She paused, deep in thought.
“So… I pretend to be an obedient slave then you sell me and I wrap the dickless bastard around my finger… win/win?”
“No…” I sighed, “You BE an obedient slave, I sell you, then hopefully you realize how good you have it and live happily ever after.”
“Ha.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“If you think I’m going to spend the rest of my life in my underwear, ‘fulfilling my Master’s every whim’, you are insane.”
I just stared at her, trying to fight the urge to back-hand her again.
“It doesn’t matter what you do to me here. Three days after you sell me, I’ll be squeezing his tiny balls in my left hand and emptying his wallet with my right… and he’ll beg me to do it again.”
She’s probably right. I don’t think it’s possible to truly break her. I can certainly beat her in to submission, but her next owner won’t know what hit him. She’s spent her whole life manipulating men. It’s too much a part of who she is to beat it out of her. I’m debating with myself over whether I can sell her at all.
“I don’t care what you do after you leave here. What is your choice? Am I going to have to whip the skin from your ass, or are you going to cooperate and make this easier for both of us.”
We locked eyes for several seconds. She really had no choice at all, unless she enjoyed pain. She was just waiting to see if I’d show any sign of weakness.
I didn’t.
“You are my Master and I am your obedient slave. I will fulfill your every whim.” she said, with a hint of sarcasm, bowing down and kissing my right foot in dramatic fashion.
I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up to her feet.
“Lose the sarcasm… now!” I growled, bending her head back, “I will not hesitate to string you up and beat you senseless if you disrespect me or my girls in front of the other slaves.”
“Yes… yes, Master.” she stammered, shaken by my sudden aggression.
“For the next two weeks, you will swallow your substantial pride and be an obedient slave, or I will sell you to torture porn producers for $5,000 just to be rid of you. I am not *even* joking. Do you understand me?”
“I understand, Master.” she replied, her voice wavering.
We walked back out to the main room. I attached the chained to Catherine’s collar and had her stand in front of me again as I sat back down in the recliner. Baby looked at me with a quizzical expression.
“On your knees.” I ordered. She quickly complied.
“From now on, your name is ‘Winter'” I announced. I had already picked the name last night, because she is a cold-hearted bitch.
“You will never use your old name again. Is this understood?” I asked.
“Yes, Master.” she replied.
“What is your name, slave?” I prompted.
“My name is Winter, Master.” she properly responded.
“Good. Go back to your position.”
Winter returned to her place and got in position on the far right of the three slaves. River was in the middle, Ruby on the left, with Baby just left of her, translating when needed. She also had a notebook to take notes.
I got up from the recliner, and stood in front of them.
“Today, we begin your full training.” I announced, “This is the real thing, ladies. I expect your prompt obedience when given an order. Hesitation will not be tolerated. Defiance will be severely punished. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, Master.” Winter and River said simultaneously.
“Yes, Master.” Ruby said, with a delay for Baby to finish translating.
Flower stood up, rod in hand, and positioned herself about a foot to my right and in front of me, facing me.
“We are going to start with what is probably the most important skill you can have as a slave.” I announced, as I took my clothes off and folded them into in a stack on the floor.
“Ruby!” I snapped.
Ruby timidly approached me, wringing her hands.
“Strip!” I commanded.
Ruby understood the word and immediately reached around, pulled her t-shirt apart, causing the snaps to release. She slid the t-shirt off her arms and let it fall to the floor in front of her.
She then slid her hands under the side straps of her panties, shimmied them down, and kicked them off.
“That looked as if you were disrobing at the doctor’s office. Baby, make a note, please.”
I circled around Ruby and stood behind her. I put my hands on the back of her thighs, slid them up to her ass, and grabbed two handfuls of flesh.
“I think you may have lost a couple of pounds.” I said, strictly to be encouraging.
I slid my hands around to her stomach, then up to her chest, gently clenching a breast with each hand. I massaged them a bit and caressed the nipples with my thumbs.
“Nice, firm tits.” I praised.
Circling back in front of her, I put my hands on my hips.
“Suck my cock.” I ordered.
Ruby rung her hands together a bit.
“Master, I… Aaaaaiiii!!” she screamed as the rod lashed across her naked ass. River also let out a short, high-pitched squeal.
“No hesitation will be tolerated!” I snapped.
“Suck my cock!” I repeated.
Ruby dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. She grabbed my hips with both hands and bobbed her head very awkwardly. It was easily the worst blow job I’ve had since 10th grade.
“This is just terrible, Baby. Make a note.”
“Ruby, back in position.” I ordered, pulling my cock out of her mouth.
As Ruby walked back and got in position, I turned my gaze upon River. She, as usual, was on the verge of tears. We stared at each other for a few long seconds. I almost imperceptibly shook my head, encouraging her not to cry.
“River!” I snapped.
She walked up to me, her arms folded over her chest in an attempt to cover herself up.
I paused a few seconds, looking in to her eyes.
I put my right hand on her cheek, trying to calm her.
“Do not try to hide your body from your Master.” I said.
She slowly dropped her arms to her side.
I slid my hand off her cheek, down her neck and finally to her left breast. I wanted to get her used to my touch, and the violation of her bodily sovereignty. She recoiled a bit from my touch.
“Strip!” I demanded.
She surprisingly quickly reached around and unsnapped her shirt, letting it slide down her arms and on to the floor.
She then did almost exactly what Ruby did, shimmying her panties down and kicking them off, but it was unintentionally sexy as hell. I’ve still not figured out why there was such a difference.
I put my hands on her hips, pulled my self right up next to her body, reached around and took hold of her ass cheeks. The combination of her soft skin, body heat and the feel of her tight, petite ass was enough to make me want to forget the training, lay her down and fuck her right here on the carpet.
I spent so much time enjoying the feel of her ass and the full-body skin contact that I totally forgot to properly feel her tits. But I already knew they were firm, and nice.
I took a half step backward and looked at her to make sure she was holding up OK. She seemed to be doing fine, so I went to the next step.
“Suck my cock.” I ordered.
She immediately went to her knees, took a quick look at Flower to make sure she wasn’t going to get whacked, and put my cock in her mouth.
As she started to work it, I could tell she had done it before. As far as the quality, it’s hard to say. If you ask a girl if she is good at oral sex, she will almost invariably say something along the lines of “I’ve been told I’m pretty good!”
I’m sure they have been told that, but what guy is going to tell the girl who just sucked his dick that she’s average at best? Ninety percent of the time, these girls will grab your cock with their hand, put two or three inches of it in their mouth, and start going to town at full speed until you come. I mean, sure, it’s better than a hand job, but it’s the other 10% that make life worth living.
But, I digress. River was one of the 90%.
“Not bad!” I lied, petting River’s head, partially to encourage her, but mostly to block her from seeing me shake my head “No” at Baby.
“Thank you, River.” I said, “Return to your position.”
“Winter!” I snapped.
She stood up, adjusted her t-shirt and sauntered across the room, with a sexy grace the other slaves were sorely lacking.
She stopped in front of me and struck a pose, left hand on her raised left hip, right hand hanging loosely at her side.
“Yes, Master?” she said, in a whispering, sultry voice.
“Um… Strip!” I ordered.
She gracefully slid her hands upward along her body, gently taking hold of the bottom of her t-shirt, and ran her hands along the hem until they were behind her. She arched her back slightly and thrust her chest forward. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes, she slowly pulled her shirt apart. I could hear the snaps popping, one-by-one.
After the last snap was open, she reached up to her right shoulder with her left hand and slid the sleeve of her shirt down her arm, carefully keeping her left arm covering her chest, preventing me from getting more than a tantalizing look at her breasts.
She repeated this with the other sleeve, ending with her right arm still covering her chest. She looked me in the eyes and paused, flashing a wry smile. Sliding her arms back to down her side, she returned to her original pose, the look on her face as if she had just unveiled a piece of art at a museum.
I can see how she fucks with these poor guy’s heads. When she turns it on, she is damn good. As I looked at her face, and in to her eyes, I started feeling as though I could actually go for her if I weren’t already in love with Baby, and if I didn’t hate her so much.
“Get behind me, Satan!” I whispered, snapping out of her siren’s trance and realizing I was thinking with my cock again.
“When you have a job to do…” she whispered back, trailing off.
I reached up and unceremoniously grabber her tits.
“Not bad…” I said, looking her in the eyes, “for your age.”
“Fuck you, Master.” she mumbled, barely audible.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I said… ‘Thank you, Master.'”
“That’s what I thought.” I replied, reaching around and feeling her ass.
“Nice… Do you work out?” I asked, slightly sarcastically.
“No, Master.” she responded, apparently missing the sarcasm.
I pulled back away from her a bit.
“Suck my cock.” I ordered.
She took a half-step toward me, draped her arms over my shoulders, pressed her lips against my chin and kissed it lightly. She kissed her way down my neck and chest, hands caressing my back on the way, raising goose bumps down my spine and causing my body to quake with an involuntary shiver.
As she gradually made her way down to her knees, I looked at Ruby and River.
“Are you two paying attention to this?” I asked.
They were. Even before I asked, I saw that they were wide-eyed and captivated by what they were seeing. In truth, I asked the question more to distract myself.
Winter licked the head of my cock, looking up at me with a wicked smile. She put her hands on my ass, opened her mouth and slid it over the head of my cock. Instead of pushing her head farther down on my cock, she pulled my hips gently and slowly toward her, fingers digging in to my ass, forcing more of my cock in to her mouth. She then pushed me back away with the palms of her hands on my hips.
She was fucking her mouth with my cock.
She took more and more with each stroke, and by the fifth stroke, had swallowed me completely. She continued to bury my cock in her throat for several more strokes.
“Thank… thank you, Winter.” I stammered, pulling my cock out of her mouth against every instinct, “Return and… um, return to your position.”
“Yes, Master.” she said, as she strutted back in to position like a cat that had just won ‘Best in Show’.
“And that, ladies,” I said, looking at Ruby and River, “is how you suck a cock.”
“Flower, work with them on this for a while” I added.
I got dressed and went back upstairs to await the arrival of the contractor.
