Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (Conclusion)
A man chronicles his life as a merchant of sex slaves
A man chronicles his life as a merchant of sex slaves
Master overseeing a forced orgy takes a special interest in 2 girls.
Parts 5 & 6 combined. Future chapters will be a lot shorter. Apologies for taking so long. As usual if you don’t like it, tell me why in the comments so I can improve, and don’t neg it just because you don’t like the themes. They’re all tagged so if you don’t like them, don’t read it.
For those who have read the other parts, this is just parts 1 to 4 combined and slightly edited into the form of a single chapter to make things easy. Part 4 has also been uploaded separately for those who have read the first 3. Please keep in mind that I work a lot so the story will take time.
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After I woke up the first thing I did was replay the previous night’s events in my head. Needless to say that got me hard pretty quick. I turned over to see that Tiffany was awake and had spent the night.
“Good morning!” she said, “I still can’t believe last night happened.”
“Me either, I think that was the best sex I ever had.” I replied
“ I think we should have a little more fun with her.” Tiffany said.
“Well Tiffany, to be honest, Liz is my slave. We can’t share her.”
“Oh… well I really had fun last night and I would like to do it again.” Tiffany said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you.” I replied, “I like being in control and while watching you boss her around was fun I think I would like to be in complete control of her.”
“Actually I was thinking about it and I liked when you told her to do stuff to me. I want to have you boss me around.”
“Tiffany, Liz is my complete slave. She has to do whatever I want whenever I want. That is what I get off on. She is doing this as punishment for being a slut when we broke up. Unless you want to completely give yourself to me, I’m not really interested.” I replied.
And then Tiffany gave me the answer that I was looking for.
“Well, I guess what I am saying is that I want to be your slave.” She stated.
I couldn’t believe my luck. Just two days after getting my first slave I had another one practically fall into my lap. But I had to act like I was reluctant to take her on.
“I don’t know Tiffany. I just don’t know if you are up to it. I mean, you would literally belong to me.”
“You don’t understand Mike, that is what I want. You’re so good in bed and I always have orgasms when I’m with you. I want you to use me as your sex toy because I like feeling like I have to serve you.” Tiffany said, getting turned on by her own words.
“If you really feel that way I can draw up a contract and you can sign it by the end of the day.” I replied
“A contract?” she said, looking bewildered.
“Well yeah, just to make sure that you don’t go telling people that I made you do something that you didn’t want to do.” I said.
“Oh well that makes sense,” replied Tiffany, “I am really looking forward to this.”
“Ok, to prove that you are serious lets have a little test right now.” I said, still pretty hard from thinking about last night.
“What do you mean?” She asked, smiling in anticipation.
“First off you must address me as master, understand?” I instructed
“Oh, yes master.” She said in a playful voice.
“Ok, I want you to stand up, strip for me, then get on the edge of the bed and play with yourself until I tell you to stop. You are not allowed to cum without my permission.”
“Yes master.” She replied
With that she got up out of bed, only wearing a thong and bra from the night before and started to dance for me. Her tits were bouncing as she swayed her hips and turned around to show me her ass. Tiffany had started out as someone to have sex with after me and Liz broke up so until now I really hadn’t appreciated her body but it was really something. She had a little bit bigger of a build than Liz but she definitely made up for it with her figure. She had the curves of a goddess. Her boobs were easily double D’s and the biggest that I had ever seen in person and she had a slim waste considering how big her ass was. I always loved girls with big asses because I love grabbing onto something when I’m fucking them from behind.
Because I was spending so much time thinking about how much I loved her body I had stopped paying attention to what Tiffany was doing. She was on the edge of the bed rubbing her clit as hard as she could, moaning and pushing her ring and middle finger deeper and deeper into her soaking wet pussy.
“Please master let me cum,” she begged, “PLEASE!”
“You will never cum before me slave. Now get off the bed and get on your hands and knees.” I ordered and she obeyed. “Good. Now crawl over here and suck my cock.”
She started crawling over to my side of the bed and I realized how much I liked watching a naked girl crawl. Her ass swayed from side to side and her tits did the same. She looked at me the entire way, knowing that she was turning me on. When she got to me she sat up and started to put her hair in a pony tail. As she did I grabbed my belt and whipped it across her tits. The pain brought her back down to her hands and knees.
“Slave! I did not instruct you to put your hair in a pony-tail. I told you to crawl over and suck my cock. When I tell you to do something you follow my instruction to the letter. Do you understand me?” I said in a harsh tone.
“Yes master, I’m sorry.” She replied while looking down, sorry that she had failed me.
“You are no longer allowed to use the word “I”. I is a word for people. You are a slave. From now on you will address yourself as my slave. Understand?” I said, seeing if she would follow this command to humiliate herself further.
“Yes master, your slave understands.” She said, blushing in embarrassment and lowering her head even further.
“Good. Now put your mouth to work with the only thing it is good at doing and suck my cock.” I commanded.
She brought her head up and started to suck my cock. I could tell that she was uncomfortable with her hair being in the way as she started to get precum and spit all over her hair. All the arousal of ordering my slave around had gotten me pretty worked up so it didn’t take long for me to be ready to cum. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and ordered her to close her eyes and stay still. I squeezed my cock and squirted cum all over her face and hair then pushed her over and laughed at my slave as she lay perfectly still on the ground, covered in my jizz.
“Good job slave. Now I want you to get up and kneel in the corner. You do not get to cum this morning and you don’t get to wipe my cum off of your face. Stay in the corner on your knees until I tell you that you are allowed to move. Understand?”
“Yes master, your slave understands.” She said, obviously humiliated by having to keep my cum on her face.
With that, she crawled to the corner, cum dripping onto the floor and starting to dry in her hair, defeated, she had just became my new slave.
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This start of a story,is about role reversal, ..its fiction. with Domination and the like, I intend to carry on if I get any positive thoughts, if not I will confine it into the annals of the bin.
Hello J, I,ve just spotted a new group of teens ,which will be ideal for our clients, fax them and let them know ,that the new ones will ÂŁ80,000 each,and will be ready for collection,end of June, and tell them we have all colours this time.
I called the others ,and the reception committee would be waiting, how many Kath asked 9 at the moment,ages seem to range 19 – 30, may have to get rid of one or two, lets hope they all come up to scratch, see you shortly.
Hi boys I said, doing anything tonight , No was there reply,fancy helping me and my freinds with a little light work,and we will happily entertain you later. They eagerly, climbed into the back of our Minibus, sat down,and off we went.With our automatic Chloraform sprayer switched on , in the back of the air vents, they were all asleep very quickly.
The big gate entrance opened for us,and we drove through,and parked along side the celler entrance, each of us hauled our future sales goods off the bus, and after attaching them to an overhead rail, they were guided downstairs, for processing.As it took at least 2 hours for the chloraform to wear off,it gave us enough time to strip ,wash & tattoo each body with our mark, always making sure the goods did not get damaged.
Each one of our captives would be known by a name ,ie J1, ( That meant they had to be ready for the 1st week of June), if not the price dropped ÂŁ10,000 per week, for time lost. We needed to check their bodily fuctions were ok, but first they had to be whipped into some form of order,all our clients relied on disipline, and if they faulty ,then more often than not,they were disposed of , but we did,nt like that method of disposal so some of us kept them for own use, it was a great pleasure having your own personnal cock slave ,after a hard days work.
Girls, I suggest we tie each one to the wall straps , leaving thier cocks and balls free, , we will do the hot wax treatment immediately, don,t want any hairs to get in the way.And with that , wax was poored onto each male,make sure you ball-gag them ,keeping the noise down, don,t forget the pubes and arse.So each one was subjected to a good lathering ,and any bits missed with the hot wax,a cut throat razor was used to remove the balance.Then they were individually dipped into very warm water, thoroughly soaped and washed,dryed through an hot air dryer, and left for half an hour to settle.
Now it was time for their induction, Kath and I went into the first cell, lowered a lovely looking black boy of about 22 years ,down onto the floor, Kath took hold of his big cock, and said she is going to suck him off, she put his cock into her mouth and proceeded to suck , his eyes started to brighten up, but still with his ball gag in place,he was unable to say a thing. She wanked his cock with fury, he lasted a very short time,and his load flew all over us. Another blouse for the wash, I said. I think he would be ideal for our S. This Client, she loves virile black men,and I believe they are looked after very well,and when she has finished with them , pays them well,and sends them where ever they want to go to.
Next J2 was dragged into the whipping room, he was,nt so compliant, we had to be very careful how we treated our merchandise,as a literal whipping was bad for the skin, so I grabbed hold of his very big cock,and pulled it very hard,he winced with pain, I told him ,behave or I will put his cock inside a bottle,and wank him till he was erect,and leave him for an hour ,and then smash the bottle with a hammer, you will not enjoy that, and you won,t be able to piss for a week.This lovely white boy,was handsome,and I did not want to hurt him, but his complaining never stopped, and the bottle was fitted, we led to a cell,closed the door behind us , and watched him on the overhead camera,and was,nt he suffering.
J2 through to J6 were all good looking boys, they kept themselves in good condition, we had lots of clients ,especially Gays ,who enjoyed breaking a new cock or two in, these five were destined for the Arab market, mainly for use in hareems, but sadly for them, they had to be steralised, in the past our clients insisted on castration, we thought that a little harsh, so Key hole surgery was the next best, so as some of us were either Doctors and Nurses, a little operation was a simple task, anyway the money we earnt doing this ,supplemented our meager NHS salaries. We enjoyed our proper jobs,always taking care of the finer details of our patients.
I won,t bore you with the ins and outs of steralisation, a couple of snips in the right places,and all would be well. Key hole was much quicker ,and we still had time in theday to complete processing our merchandise.J7 – J9 were becomming a little awkward, they needed firmer discipline we realised as soon as skin was broken, the price dropped drastically, but problems we were having,and they had to be sorted.
We took J8 ,and in front of all the others, bound his cock very tightly, then bent him over a vaulting horse,and with a cat of nine tails,unleashed fury on his bottom, he was securly tied to metal bars at both front and back, so movement was almost impossible. This white male was destined for the heavy use Gay scene, they enjoyed a good wide arse,as many liked to double penetrate, and he had to be trained in the art of double cock sucking, and the clients like them lively,we hurt J8 for his own sake and thier ultimate pleasure.
Rather than use batons to practice the art of DP, we encourage our clients to send a couple of thier own slaves to fuck um & suck um, so after the beating had finished,J8 was lowered to the floor and was brutially abused by the boys, we all stood and watched whilst ,they firstly took off the cock twine, removed his ties to front and back, and as they were both strong boys this guy would be a walk over.With ball gag out,and an 10″ x 3.1/2″ cock in , some head and face slapping ensued, Bs cock never remained still for five seconds,he fucked J8s mouth so much so,he was gagging all the way, and just in case he thought of biting him,its very hard trying to bite a 3.1/2″ girth cock, your unable to get any pressure on the bite, I should know because as a young girl I was raped by a big boy,and with a cock of that size in my mouth I could scream for help either, but thats another story.
It was interesting standing their watching two cocks doing thier finishing work,when they ejaculated,sperm was flying around everywhere, J8s arse was full of it,and his mouth was full, the boys forced him to swallow the lot, and we made one of the others J7 to come and lick his arse clean.I think thier reading for export girls, have we got all there traveling documents ready,they had to go cargo, could,nt afford them being found by customs.
Kate contacted the various clients,and told them we wished collection and or shipping arrangements to be texted to us, and once the money had changed hands ,we would be able to release our goods.Everyone duly paid,and after a thorough final check-up they would be ready for the off.To avoid any contact with the outside world ,all were once again Chloraformed, and loaded,collected and out of our hands.
Kath ,shouted to me,we had another urgent order, to fufill, but this time it was to be girls over the age of 25, apparently ,at that age it was thought they would be nice and mature, before becoming old maids, we turned the order down, even though it was worth an extra bonus of 200k.
I made the decision that we would holiday ,and then in 6 weeks,start again, this was accepted, so I hope you enjoy me sharing with you my first venture into cruel business, i will return soon to share our next venture
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