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 including lip plumping 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. 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?
The slave 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. 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. 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 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.
After cleaning her piss and wiping off her body the slave looked at the time and 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 slipped out of the master bathroom into the bedroom and finally out into the house proper. 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 the 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. 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? Repair the damage that had been done to her psyche if any and begin a new life? 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 one 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 which never came. 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 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 her as she stood next to the shower patiently waiting for the slave to complete her duties. Mistress and the slave entered the shower together and Mistress selected the soaps and shampoos she wanted the slave to use. 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 got goosebumps as her hands scrubbed Mistress' body and she almost came again when she got to wash her amazing tits and ass. 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 choosey about what she wore even though she didn't work and rarely left the house. 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, with a red and black brocade deep waist corset. 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 once they were outside the bedroom. The slave went to Jared's room first to wake him up.
Jared was a typical 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. Normally, they came after a very long line of insults and painful tit grabs.
“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. The slave sat on his bed staring into space with that same blank expression she always wore.
“Frigid bitch, get out here.” he said pushing her off the bed and rolling over. Mistress wouldn't be happy that he was trying to stay in bed but he was her problem now. The slave eagerly left his room and paused in the hallway outside Mackenzie's door. 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.
“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.” 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.
“What is it about power?” Mackenzie rubbed her fingers through the slave's short hair as she tried, desperately to lick and suck her 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. Quickly Mackenzie let go and the slave fell to the floor and looked away. She had broken her training and was ashamed, so ashamed she wanted to be anywhere else but here but she stayed anyway. She had orders to follow and she would not disobey no matter what this monster did to her.
“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 for it or be jealous.” Mackenzie put out her cigarette and slid onto the floor next to the slave cradling her.
“I love you, you know that right?” Mackenzie asked. The slave nodded but stared at the floor. For a long time the two women cuddled and the slave slowly regained her composure. She remained in Mackenzie's arms and try to examine the question. The slave had no desire to exert power over anyone. Indeed quite the opposite. She wanted others to have power over her. That's why it was so natural for her to remain as a slave to Master and Mistress. It satisfied her very nature. But what determined that nature? Was it something she was born with? Had she always been this way or had she just been that well trained by Mistress that it overrode her natural instincts? She really wasn't sure but she felt that if how she lived now gave her so much pleasure then she should continue to live that way regardless of what others thought. Even Mackenzie.