Slavery.
It was such an ugly word with such heavy negative connotations that just speaking it often raised resentful feelings. The slave lay naked on her back on the hardwood floor of her private room and contemplated the word in her mind. Was she a slave in title only or in definition? The slave wasn't sure anymore if she was a real person or not. 90% of the time she was naked except for her shoes. She had a name once but it was long forgotten and she never spoke anymore. The last time she spoke any words were years before because her role as a slave demanded that she be seen and not heard. Her body and face were heavily modified as well. Breast implants, butt modifications and heavy facial surgery accompanied a neck tattoo of a collar that her Mistress had designed personally. She had been given so much cosmetic surgery that at times the slave couldn't recognize herself in the mirror. All of this was done for the pleasure of her Master and Mistress over the nearly twenty years that she had been in their service. But had it gone too far? Had they pushed her past the acceptable limits of human decency into true and real slavery?
Her mind was flowing this way and that on the topic of slavery but otherwise she made no movement at all. She had a bed but was more interested in lying on the hard floor. She was wide awake but it wasn't time for her to leave the room yet so she had plenty of time to herself, time she didn't want. Master and Mistress standing orders to the slave were that she was not to leave her room under any circumstances prior to the wake up time which was still a few minutes away. She felt the urge to pee and relaxed her bladder allowing her urine to rush free and splatter on the floor in a long, low arc. She made no effort to stop nor to protect her naked skin from the hot piss that was now splashing all over it. Any outside viewer would have thought that she didn't even know she was pissing all over the floor and her legs and could be forgiven for assuming she had died. For a minute or two the sound of her pissing was the only sound in the room until her bladder fully emptied and she stopped. She had a small bathroom that she could use but she enjoyed peeing freely so much that she hardly used it when she was alone. Besides, it added to the feeling that she was not in control of herself and had to wait to be told to do everything. Even using the bathroom.
Master and Mistress had always reassured her that the door was open anytime she wanted to leave. They had even packed a bag with her clothes for that day when she decided to turn her back on them for good. But after twenty years the slave no longer even entertained the thought of leaving. Not even now as she debated the status of her own humanity in her mind. Was the door still open? Had her Master and Mistress closed it on her or had she closed it on herself?
For a long time the slave continued to lay on the floor thinking but her pee rapidly cooled and she become uncomfortable lying in a cold puddle of her own piss. Frustrated, she stood up and reached for the cleaning supplies in the large closet that held all of her belongings. After cleaning her piss and wiping off her body the slave saw that the wake up time had indeed arrived. Her tasks were the same day after day and were so routine that she could complete them without even thinking about what she was doing. The first order of business was to wake up Master who would always expect sex. The slave carefully entered their bedroom and lifted the blanket to expose her Master's naked body. He stirred at the sudden rush of cooler air and the slave placed herself between his legs and swallowed his cock whole. It was already hard but in her mouth it grew even more and she eagerly teased the shaft with her tongue. His hand rustled her unkempt hair as she sucked him off and he grunted his approval. Mistress was lying in bed next to them both still sleeping blissfully unaware of the infidelity occurring not two feet away. The slave didn't want to wake Mistress because she got an extra thrill out of believing that she was sneaking sex with Mistress' husband behind her back. Carefully Master moved to a sitting position while the slave kept his cock deep inside her mouth and knelt between his knees on the edge of the bed.
Soon enough Master was tired of having his dick sucked and he pushed her off of him gently. Wordlessly, he rose from the bed, took the slave by her hand and guided her into the master bathroom to bathe. In the shower Master pinned the slave against the back wall, turned her around and pushed his massive, throbbing cock into her sopping wet cunt. The slave made no noise as she was penetrated and fulfilled her morning duty for her Master. He fucked her vigorously and the slave had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in ecstasy. The scalding hot water splashed over them both as he fucked with the fury of a man possessed. Their wet bodies made slapping noises as they collided with each thrust of Master's manhood. As quickly as it began Master pulled out, shot his come all over the slave's ass and then turned around as if nothing happened and began washing himself. He never even acknowledged the slave as she meekly exited the shower, dried her body off and snuck out of the bedroom. Mistress was still sleeping unaware of her servant's deception. She was not to be woken for at least another hour so the slave would simply have to find other chores to attend to in that time.
As she set about making a small breakfast for her Master the slave's mind wandered back to the topic of slavery itself. If she truly was a slave then who was at fault? The details were fuzzy to her but she distinctly recalled twenty years prior that Master and Mistress had negotiated with her to be their servant. It was a paid position with all the rules and boundaries agreed upon by everyone. She loved being their slave and as time went on she went deeper and deeper into her role granting Master and Mistress ever more control over her. She gave up her name, she stopped speaking, she stopped leaving the house or for that matter doing anything unless she was told to. So much so so that Master and Mistress had to issue “standing orders” of things to do around the house when she had no direction otherwise she just stood in place patiently waiting for someone to give her something to do. Would anyone on the outside agree that this was a healthy, loving relationship? Probably not. Did she want to leave and maybe find something better? Certainly not. The level of trust she had in Master and Mistress was astronomical and even though this probably wasn't the healthiest relationship she wouldn't have it any other way.
Master entered the dining room and sat down at the table without even looking at the slave. He put his tablet computer on the table and got himself comfortable while the slave brought him his breakfast. He didn't look at or talk to the slave at all, she was invisible to him and he ate his breakfast as if it had always been there, not handed to him only seconds prior. The slave paused to stand by her Master in her proper place behind him and out of sight waiting for further instructions. Master finished his breakfast, picked up his tablet and silently left to finish getting ready for work. The slave was completely ignored so she made her rounds of the house looking for items that were out of place or in need of cleaning. She was very meticulous and paid extremely close attention to every detail. She knew where every item in the house was, it's exact position and even orientation and could probably recite them with a blindfold on.
Before too much longer it was time to wake Mistress and the slave's pussy instantly moistened. Master was a great lover and treated the slave exactly as a Master should but Mistress was a goddess among mortals. The slave silently entered the bedroom struggling to keep her composure. She shook Mistress shoulder and stood next to the bed in her proper place waiting for her to wake up. Mistress stirred, stretched and slowly her eyes batted open. The slave stood motionless in place her face devoid of emotion hiding the horny desire that burned in her midsection. Her pussy was so wet she felt her juices flowing down her legs.
“Come slave.” Mistress ordered. The slave's body exploded as she came on command. Her arms locked by her sides and her eyes rolled back in her head as intense waves of orgasmic pleasure ran her over like a runaway truck. After what felt like an eternity the slave's body calmed down and she opened her eyes again. Mistress had already risen from the bed and was walking to the bathroom. The slave practically stumbled over her own feet trying to catch up. She removed Mistress' silk nightie and started the shower water for Mistress then checked to make sure it was the perfect temperature. Mistress simply stood next to the shower and examined herself in the mirror. Satisfied that the water was just right the slave stood back far enough to allow Mistress to enter the shower. She checked the water, smiled at the slave and entered with the slave close behind. With delight the slave bathed her Mistress elated that she could touch her amazing body. To the slave Mistress was the most gorgeous human being that ever existed and it was a privilege just to breathe the same air. The slave was practically breathless as she wrapped her arms around Mistress body to clean her front from behind. Mistress said nothing as the slave rubbed her belly and their slick bodies pressed together. The slave was close to orgasm just feeling the touch of their bodies against one another. Mistress said nothing and simply stood in place as the slave washed her body from head to foot. The slave took her time and savored every moment that she was able to touch her Mistress' body. But all good things must end and soon the slave rinsed Mistress' body and stood outside the shower soaking wet holding a towel to dry Mistress off. Mistress stepped out of the shower and the slave took great care to ensure Mistress' body was as dry as possible. Once that was done the slave led Mistress to the huge walk-in closet attached to the bedroom and waited for Mistress to select her outfit. Mistress was very particular about what she wore even though she didn't work. She always looked her best no matter what and the slave loved and envied her for it. Eventually, Mistress chose a long, black skirt with silvery patterns on it, a white low cut blouse and a red and black brocade deep waist corset to go over it all. Next Mistress chose elbow length, white satin gloves and black, sky high heeled shoes to complete the outfit. The slave dressed her Mistress carefully as she received her commands for the day.
“Our laundry is dirty, see to it that it's done before my husband gets home. Also, I expect lunch at exactly 12:40pm and my husband and I will be going out to dinner tonight so you will make dinner for the children. Sometime today we'll be receiving a package from the delivery service. You are not to answer the door dressed. Greet whoever it is naked. If they try to fuck you let them. If not, let them leave. Take the package to the bedroom, it is for my husband. Do not open it. Your training session will be at 11:00am.” Mistress grabbed the slave by the chin and stared at her directly in the eyes with a cold, hard stare. “Do not be late.” The slave only nodded her acknowledgment of the order. Her entire life was dedicated to making Mistress happy, she wouldn't dream of doing anything that would upset her.
“Last but not least, after you finish putting on my corset wake my children and attend to their needs. Only when they are finished with you will continue your household duties. I'll make sure they know about your training.” Mistress told the slave. The slave cringed as she wrapped the corset around Mistress body. The son Jared was a jerk. He loved to insult the slave and grope her just to try and get an emotional response of some kind. The slave was trained far too well to fall for his bullshit but it was annoying nonetheless. The daughter Mackenzie on the other hand was a fucking nightmare. The slave was terrified of her and not looking forward to whatever deviousness Mackenzie had in store for the slave when she woke the daughter up.
The slave tightened the corset as taught as the ropes would allow and admired Mistress as she examined herself in the mirror. Satisfied, she picked up an ornate Oriental style fan and strode confidently from the bedroom.
“This will do. Now attend to your duties.” she shooed the slave away with the fan once they were outside the bedroom. The slave went to Jared's room first to wake him up.
Jared was a stereotypical college age boy living at home which meant his room was a mess of beer cans, junk food wrappers and stunk of his awful hygiene. The slave crinkled her nose and shook Jared's shoulder to wake him up.
“Oh what the fuck bitch?” Jared grumbled rubbing his bloodshot eyes. He had clearly had too much to drink the night before. Although Master and Mistress repeatedly warned him that dropping out of college would get him kicked out of the house he didn't seem to care. The slave had no idea what his grades were but considering how much time spent partying and playing video games they couldn't have been good. The slave simply stood in her proper place and waited for his orders. He never had any but it was her duty to wait anyway.
“Tell mom to fuck off will ya? Oh yeah you don't talk. Fuck. Bring that ass over here.” he told her. The slave walked next to his bed and sat down on it. He never tried to touch her anywhere but on her breasts. It was pretty boring. She couldn't imagine his girlfriend enjoyed fucking him, if he even had one. As usual he just played with her tits and squeezed her nipples. For once though, the slave decided to take the initiative and reached for his cock through the blanket. She found it easily and began stroking it through the thick fabric. Jared froze for a few moments as she pleasured his cock to rock hard stiffness and just stared at the slave's hand as she performed her duty.
For some reason seeing Jared suddenly thrown off balance was pleasing to the slave and she allowed a small smile to appear on her face for just a moment. Wanting to push him some more the slave removed the blanket and began jacking him off. Jared looked at her with his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape. It was all she could do to not laugh in his face. The effect was so intense in fact to hide her laughter she immediately went down on him. His cock was pretty big, bigger than his father's in fact and felt amazing inside her mouth. His body tensed up and she could hear an audible hiss from him as she sucked him off. The slave enjoyed every second of sexual torment she was giving him and did her best to tease his cock and keep him from coming for as long as possible. Briefly she wondered if she should try and fuck him but as she stared at the beautiful head of his wet penis she could feel his cock swell up just before he shot his load directly onto her face. It took several seconds but the slave made sure every drop of semen hit her face and she wore it with pride. The speed of his orgasm caught the slave by surprise and made her wonder how inexperienced Jared really was.
“Fucking whore, get out of here!” he said pushing her off the bed and rolling over. The slave picked up and errant t-shirt, wiped her face off and left the room. Mistress wouldn't be happy that he was trying to stay in bed but he was her problem now. As she approached Mackenzie's bedroom though she began to fill with dread. Her heart thundered in her chest as she opened it and peeked inside. Mackenzie was wrapped up tightly in her comforter with her back to the slave and sound asleep. The slave carefully closed the door, entered the room, swallowed hard and shook the daughter's shoulder to wake her up.
“I'm already awake. Just stand there for a while.” Mackenzie demanded. The slave looked over Mackenzie's shoulder and saw that she was texting someone. There was nothing else she could do other than stand there and wait. After what must have been over an hour Mackenzie sniffed, rolled over and looked at the slave still standing next to the bed.
“Gotta piss?” Mackenzie asked. The slave shook her head. “Too bad. I'd love to watch it.” Mackenzie threw off the comforter and sat up on the edge of the bed completely nude. “Eat my cunt.” she demanded. The slave knelt on the floor and began licking Mackenzie's clit as she sat back and began smoking. Although Mackenzie scared the hell out of the slave she was oddly turned on by the fear. The slave eagerly went down on Mackenzie and fingered her pussy and sucked her clit with all the skill Mistress had taught her. However, Mackenzie simply leaned back and looked on like the slave was reading her a children's book. If anything she looked bored. Her pussy dripped with her juices but otherwise the slave had no idea anything she was doing to this bitch's cunt was having any affect at all. It was both humiliating and intoxicating.
“You know what the best thing about raping dudes is? As long as you don't fuck their asshole you can get away with it. You see the law says that an erection is automatic consent, no matter what the guy says. So if he gets hard then he's yours to do with as you please. You can fuck him, suck him off, shove his cock in your asshole even bite it and there isn't shit he can do. He he won't say anything either. A guy getting raped by a chick? No way his buddies will believe him, especially if that chick is as hot as you or me.” Mackenzie was obsessed with rape and regaled the slave with story after story about how she had raped someone. If any of it was true then Mackenzie was probably the most dangerous person in a hundred mile radius. It made the slave tense up with fear. She was here to serve Mackenzie's every need and desire as per her Mistress command but how far did that go? If Mackenzie wanted to slave to help her rape someone unless Mistress stepped in she would have no choice but to comply. The thought horrified the slave.
“What is it about power?” Mackenzie rubbed her fingers through the slave's short hair as she tried, desperately to lick and suck the other woman's clit in a way that would make her moan in ecstasy but Mackenzie just smoked and stared at the slave with evil eyes that held evil intent.
“Tell me slave. Why is it you are so attracted to not having power? I'm addicted to it, I won't lie. If I can't have it I'll take it. But you... You're an anomaly to me and I must know.” Mackenzie grabbed the slave's hair and yanked back so hard and fast that her vision blurred and she thought she was going to fall over backwards.
“TELL ME!” Mackenzie screamed at the top of her lungs. The slave's ears rang and she began to struggle against the daughter's grip. Mackenzie just held on to her for a while and stared into the slave's eyes with a look that was between fury and wonder. The slave tried to regain her composure but the grip on her was so painful she could barely see. Eventually Mackenzie let go and the slave fell to the floor and curled up in the fetal position.
“I don't get you, I really don't. Its natural to crave power, it's part of our DNA but you have broken free from that somehow. I don't know whether to hate you or envy you.” Mackenzie put out her cigarette and slid onto the floor next to the slave cuddling against her back.
“I love you, you know that right?” Mackenzie asked. The slave nodded but stared at the floor. Mackenzie began kissing along the slave's shoulder and up to the crook of her neck. Reflexively the slave shook her off and Mackenzie slapped her face.
“Don't you reject me. DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! You're my toy bitch! I can play with you any way I want!” Mackenzie shouted. The slave cringed in her arms and held still. Her heart was racing and her face was covered in nervous sweat. Mackenzie paused for a minute and then began kissing her again. The slave froze in place scared half to death at what Mackenzie was going to do to her next.
At first Mackenzie did nothing but trace kisses all along the slave's shoulders and down her spine. She was slow and methodical about it and it felt amazing. It took some time but the slave eventually relaxed and even spread her body out a little. Gently, Mackenzie rolled the slave onto her back on the floor and lay on top of her pinning her down. She continued to kiss the slave's neck and chest and finally her lips. Mackenzie kissed her deeply and passionately in a way that was unknown to the slave. Master and Mistress never kissed her anymore if they ever did at all so this was probably the first kiss she had experienced in over twenty years. Her mind soared and her body tensed but it took only seconds for the slave to become lost in the swirling wave of emotions that took control of her. In a single instant the slave had gone from feeling terrified of Mistress' daughter to falling in love with her. Were Mackenzie's feelings genuine? Did she really love the slave? It was hard to comprehend why one way or the other and at the moment she really didn't care. She only wanted this moment to last forever.
Eventually, Mackenzie broke the kiss and started sucking on the slave's nipple. With one free hand she also began playing with the slave's clit expertly. The slave's body was overcome with horny passion and she could feel an orgasm building rapidly inside her. Unable or unwilling to control herself the slave cried out as she was overcome with ecstasy and came over and over again. Mackenzie's assault on her senses only intensified as she played with her clit, her nipples and kissed her again. Mackenzie was brilliant and knew exactly how to push all of the slave's buttons as if she was some kind of remote control. This cycle continued until the slave thought she was going to collapse from exhaustion. Mackenzie rose up on all fours, held her hand inside the slave's sopping wet cunt and made her get off one last time before withdrawing and leaving the slave a teary, come soaked mess on the floor. Mackenzie laughed and sat back against a nearby wall to admire her handiwork.
“You're good.” was all she said to the slave who was out of breath. She could barely move and didn't want to. Everything was floating around her and she felt like she couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and reality anymore. Mackenzie patted her face gently and hovered over her smiling.
“Hey, come back to me know. Yeah that's it. I'm right here.” Mackenzie lifted the slave into a sitting position as she was still trying to decide what direction was up. Mistress chose that moment to walk in.
“Mackenzie you had better... Oh. I see. Well I guess I should be happy you two are finally getting along.” Mistress said when she saw them in their naked embrace.
“Can I keep her today? Please?” Mackenzie asked.
“Whatever for?” Mistress replied. The slave felt exhausted but otherwise could finally feel the cold floor under her bare skin.
“Oh come on you have her every day. I want a turn!” Mackenzie begged.
“She has cleaning duties you know and I scheduled a training session with her later this morning.” Mistress sighed. “But at the same time I hate to see a grown woman beg, especially my own daughter.” Mistress smiled at the slave and ran her fingers through her hair. The slave opened her eyes a crack and smiled at her Mistress. “Okay fine, she's yours for today. You're relieved of all other duties slave. See to my daughter's every want and desire.” Mistress said before leaving the bedroom.
“Yay! You're all mine now! We're going to have so much fun together.” Mackenzie cheered and hugged the slave tightly to her. The slave fell backwards into her arms startled.
“You are to return her to our control in time for morning wake-ups. Your father and I will not be late just because you're too lazy to wake up at a decent hour.” Mistress scolded Mackenzie. Mackenzie stuck her tongue out at Mistress.
“Yes mom. Even so she's sleeping with me tonight.” Mackenzie added.
“As long as she wakes me up on time I couldn't care less where she sleeps. Have fun you two.” Mistress winked and left the bedroom. Mackenzie cuddled the slave as if she was a human sized teddy bear. The slave could only smile. She was genuinely happy about belonging to Mackenzie despite all of the fear the other woman had instilled in her all these years. Something about that kiss completely changed how she felt about Mackenzie in a way that the slave simply couldn't explain. It wasn't the same feeling as she had for Mistress, it was more personal but no less deep or enthralling. The slave looked upon her Mistress with awe and reverence while being held by Mackenzie simply made her feel comfortable and safe.