Dolcett Enterprises -
Sample "Play" Scene

Introduction to the Dolcett Enterprise
and "Club X" proposition

THIS IS NOT A SNUFF SITE, but a professional, private role-playing and "scene" club for those interested in exploring the wilder themes of sexual submission/slavery in the extreme, bondage, domination and sado-masochism (BDSM) in a unique and safe fashion. The club will be seeking subscriptions, support and more to establish the most sophisticated sensual and sexual entertainment and participation centres in the world.

To give you a clear understanding of our "Dolcett play" I have prepared a couple of stories, with a little help from the original illustrations.


Desperate Houseslaves of Stepford

(With many thanks to Hollywood for their inspirational ideas.)

Her Wedding Day

"I do!"  Louisa Heyford's heart skipped a beat as she said those magical words, the world spinning around her in the excitement of her big day.

She barely heard the priest give her blessing as Larry lifted the white veil and swept her up into his powerful arms to kiss and possess her, forever.  As promised she was only wearing her dress, nothing underneath so he could feel every hot, soft curve of her body nothing to distract him or get in the way of his own pleasure and the offering she was making to him.

She felt the ring weighing, beautifully, on her finger as he lead her in her low white pumps, up the aisle to the celebrations for the rest of the day, grinning, and trying not to giggle too stupidly as they left the cool of the chapel into the blazing heat of the day outside and the new life waiting for her.

Desprate Houseslaves - the new bride is introduced to her new home and her lover's desires.The Wedding Night

Larry Chelsea and his beautiful, trophy wife, so she thought to herself smiling, entered the distant, secluded private estate far outside their new city. He guided his luxurious Rolls Royce along the narrow, high-walled private country lane and through the gates of their new home.

Louisa's eyes were wide at every turn of every corner, taking in this wonderful new vision - part of Larry's surprise for their wedding day.

"A new home and a new life for both of us."  He'd told her when they'd left the wedding reception a couple of hours earlier. 

It was now late night, almost midnight Louisa guessed as the car rolled silently up to their new home.  Larry's work, a freelance consultant for international airlines meant he spent most of his time online or in the city, and was so well-paid it could easily afford the millions that gave the new couple this unique and secluded retreat from the outside world.

Taking her by the hand Larry led Louisa into the house.  She still wore the wedding dress, again at his request, to make the entire experience a true fairy tale as he grinned and scooped her up in his arms to carry her over the threshold.

"It's like a castle!" Louise cried out as she was carried inside the solidly built two storey stone house. 

"Hu-huh.  It's modelled on some old eighteenth century manor houses, all stone and brick no cheap wood, and very secure against intruders." He lowered her to the stone floor inside the entrance.  "I'll show you around."

As he did so she looked up at him.  "And you prepared all this for us? It must have taken months, years!"

He grinned, leading her through the entry hall into a large high inner hall, room or something she couldn't really name, but beautifully fitted in an almost medieval style, her thought went to those fantasy TV shows like the Tudors, but it was a bit masculine for her tastes, all heavy dark wood paneling, stone and thick nearly silent carpets.

He gave her a brief tour of the ground and upper floor, ending in their beautiful bedroom, complete with a king-sized four-poster bed.  She could imagine some old-world king bedding a dozen wenches here, and she could imagine herself the King's favourite wench.

"Here."  Larry led her to a full-height mirror mounted on the wall facing the open centre of the large room.  He posed her acing the mirror, standing behind her to gaze lovingly and hungrily over her shoulder.  "You're beautiful," he squeezed her slim waist below her broader chest and over her flared hips, the ideal twenty-five year old hourglass figure, standing five foot six, just the right height for him.

"Thank you."  She signed.

"Close your eyes, I've got a gift for you my Chattel." 

She smiled, a moment's hesitation as his use of that word, Chattel.  He'd mentioned it before, his old-world, old-school ideas about marriage as total commitment, of woman becoming man's Chattel., his property.

"Close your eyes."  He whispered in her ear, nuzzling with a kiss. She smiled and did as bid.  His strong comforting arms slipped away and she hear movement beside her as a drawer was opened in a cabinet against the wall.  She thought she could hear a chink of metal, her Tudor fantasy making her think of a necklace or something, trying to stop a grin of anticipation on her lips.

She felt his body come up behind her again.  His hand cupped her elbow.

"Slip your shoes off."  Smiling, she did so, it was her wedding night so what else would be on his mind?

Again he slipped his arm around her waist his free hand brushing her long tawny hair aside.  "Not to unwrap my new property."  His fingers took the zip at the back of her dress carefully, tugging it down, his other hand, from her waist, rising to help lift and lower it off her bare shoulders and down to her waist.  "Beautiful breasts you have."

"Thank you," she grinned.  "Do they meet all your requirements?"

"Hmmmm," he pushed the dress down to tumble around her bare feet his hands caressing her own at her hips, teasing her gently.  "No underwear and no fur down below."

"Well you did ask."

"So I did."  His fingers curled around her wrists.  "Here is part of your gift."  He tugged.  "Relax, and keep your eyes closed, I'm enjoying your body."

"Thank you."  She let him draw her arms back, as he'd done many times in their love-making, pulling her shoulders back to raise her bust to prominence, which she did now by pushing her chest out and her tummy in.

"Very good."  He whispered as her arms were crossed behind her back, and he snicked the steel cuffs on her wrists.  Click.

Her eyes flared open.  "What!" She saw him smiling at her in the mirror and she hesitated, looking at him, puzzled.  "A game?"

He smiled again, enjoying the moment.  "No, my Chattel, a new life.  my property, my slavegirl."  From behind her he lifted and locked a steel chain collar around her throat.  "Now you're mine, for the rest of your life."  He turned her around, she was in a daze, unresisting for a moment, and attached a chain to the collar.  "Come on slave, I'll show you the rest of the house, the special quarters where you'll learn how to be a good girl and serve all my desires.  You can scream if you want, the house is soundproofed and the grounds are big enough to keep the public out of earshot.

She did, a lot, and he smiled at how strong a voice she had, until he gagged her.

Desperate Houseslaves - the Chattel is led to her new, true status in Master's House and world, forever his property.Honeymoon

They'd planned a long honeymoon, the rewards of being wealthy, but he'd never told her where.  Of course they were going nowhere, except to explore her submission and train her in her new life.

With plenty of space in the house, so many large and useful rooms and several acres outside, surrounded by a high secure wall there was ample opportunity to teach Louisa her duties, and break her of any silly inhibitions and habits.

"Scream."  He told her as he lead her through the house.  In each room.  "Scream."  To convince her that no one would ever come to her rescue.  "Louder." He told her, slapping her across her tearful face when she didn't make the effort.  By the time they reached the basement she was exhausted, and truly convinced no one would hear her or come racing in like a knight in armour, so much for Tudor fantasy, she thought.

The basement was her future "living quarters" and a training room with a range of contraptions she could only begin to understand.  "You'll get used to all this."  He assured her as he led her back to the master bedroom, a thorough shower, he released her wrists, after tightening the leash chain to a hook on the ceiling.  No escape.

That night he fucked her, it couldn't be called love-making, but, being married, and "Chattel." wasn't rape, marriage meant submission, he reminded her and asserted his right to it.  Finished with her, he pushed her onto the floor and again locked the leash chain to a convenient hook beside the bed.

Raped again in the morning, then into the kitchen where she was told her duties.

"Each morning you will prepare my breakfast  then wait for my approval.  If I'm satisfied you may eat."  He pointed at the clean smooth white tiled floor.  "You eat off the floor or from my hand, nowhere else and NEVER without permission.  You keep the entire house clean, especially the floor, either you'll be licking it clean or you'll be on your hands and knees disinfecting it." He hesitated to study her. "Hesitation means punishment."  He slapped her, she yelped in surprise.  "And I won't hesitate to punish you if you fail to learn how to be a good Chattel."

He instructed and watched her cook, her collar now chained to the ceiling on a longer leash to move around the room, but not beyond it.  She was naked throughout.  As she worked he continued to instruct her.

"You will never wear clothes again indoors or on the grounds unless I instruct you.  You are a slave, my Chattel. for the rest of your useful life.  First I will tech you how to behave, then I will test you, and finally I will breed you." He smiled.  "There's plenty of room upstairs for my children."

"If you try to escape the collar will kill you."  He showed her in a mirror.  "It has several uses over normal necklaces, there's a tracker and a killer switch."  He showed her his "clock", a wicked device, she thought, that tightened the collar, is flexible links contracting, according to a timer that could be attached at the back of her neck.  He set it for thirty minutes for her to feel its effect as she prepared breakfast and left her to feel the result, nearly cutting her neck through, while he ate slowly watching her stand nude at the end of the table until waving her forward to release it, leaving her gasping for breath.

He pulled her close, tugging her waist in to his side and looked up at her tense, fearful face.  "You will always be on the timer when I set an assignment and you will report to me the moment it's complete.  You will RUN for your life."  He smiled looking at the remains of his breakfast.  "Now you may eat."  He swept the remains on the floor.  "Lick it spotless, and the same for all the pots and pans you've used."  He stood up.  "I'll be back later."

He left her alone, distraught, terrified, and helplessly looking down at the floor.  Then she knelt down, and began licking.

Every meal was prepared to his instruction, some time he left a cook book and instruction to learn a new recipe that day, to be tested the next.  When Louisa, "Chattel" as he came to call her, performed well he'd reward her by feeding her a share of the meal from his hand, either kneeling by his chair or, a few times sat naked on his lap where he'd dip food in her increasingly wet sex before feeding it, and her sex juices, to her.

It was her own sexual responses that were disturbing her and driving her to distracting submission.  She was responding positively to her abuse and humiliation.  Increasingly in her mind there was no difference between the gold band on her finger and the steel choker, literally, around her throat.  And her nudity was now so normal it wasn't something she thought about.

She couldn't call for help, they were too isolated even from neighbouring homes, and couldn't phone - there were no phones around the house except Larry's cellphone and the computers in his private office, locked at all times, just as she was always locked down in some position for him to abuse and "train" her or hold her in waiting for his next rape.

And the rapes went on day and night, Larry enjoying his Chattel in every room of the house, around the grounds and in a variety of imaginative positions.  As first it was straight sex, then he introduced his Chattel to oral sex and finally anal sex. The latter was difficult, he has to teach her to take enemas to cleanse her inside out, then wash her down thoroughly - he like his sex clean.  Her ass was tight and needed its own training with a series of butt plugs to enlarge her in readiness.

The enemas were carried out in the dirt of the garden, hot water pumped into her from a long hose out of the kitchen, the filth washing down her legs into the soil.  "Fertilizer," he told her.  Then she was thoroughly showered before being told to stand nude in the sun to dry out, the butt plug sitting tightly in her clean hole.

To encourage obedience, the Chattel was told, to suck the butt plug after each session, the taste of its filth filling Chattel's mouth to gagging, but occasional beatings reminded the Chattel not to eject the plug until told to do so.  Chattel became very obsessed with cleaning its ass as thoroughly as possible.

For exercise the Chattel was "dressed" in a butt plug with a pony tail, seven inch high heels and leather straps to train as a ponygirl each Friday, under threat of a long bullwhip the Chattel was told to trot non-stop around a restraining post in the centre of the garden, leashed by a long chain Chattel had to keep at full stretch. 

Trotting meant pacing fast around the post, lifting each leg until the knee was level with her hips, wrists bound tight at the back, shoulders pulled back, breasts thrust up and proud, the ideal ponygirl.

After each session Chattel was given "swimming lessons".  Thrown in at the ten foot deep end of the large pool weighted ankles sinking Chattel to the bottom, and having to struggle to reach the shallow end and climb out, only to be dragged back and thrown in again.  Twenty "lengths" was all Chattel could manage, and that became the standard routine until Chattel was ready to perform the "lengths" without assistance. Larry loved watching the naked girl run to the deep end of the pool and jump in over and over again, the exercise with the weights and water would tone the Chattel to perfection.

Each weekend the Chattel was given a brief respite from the torments and allowed to wear clothes.  "Car wash" clothing: tight cut-off shorts, with the latest butt plug inside her ass and vibrator in her sex, with bikini top to cover her bust.  After the nudity of the week this felt more alien than everything she'd become used to, but she performed her duties, cleaning and waxing all Larry's three cars to perfection on a tight schedule as the choker timer ticked down to strangulation.

Only once did she fail to meet her schedule and feel the choker strangle her to unconsciousness. For some reason that utter helplessness gave her an orgasm, but it wasn't a risk she wanted to take again after the whipping and forty-eight hour's non-stop licking-the-kitchen punishment she received.

Days passed without counting, certainly the honeymoon period was long gone, but Chattel no longer counted.  Sundays were highlights, kind of, with the car washes and all the other work cleaning the house and grounds for the new week, but even these Chattel had long forgotten to count.

And then Larry told her she was to be rewarded with a party at a neighbour's house.

Party Night

She'd been told to cleanse herself in the garden, to do her twenty lengths "to tone you up for the night" and shower, the first time she'd been allowed to shower indoors for a long time, since the wedding she suddenly realised. 

It was all performed at the run until she finally entered the master bedroom to stand at attention just inside the threshold.

"Advance," he commanded, and Chattel steps quickly up to him.  "Here are your new clothes."  Larry indicated a long tunic dress, a tailored business jacket in a pale tan, nude colour that contrasted nicely with her tanned nudity.  It was matched by a pair of nude coloured six inch high heels.  "Dress."  She raced at his command, admiring the soft perfect fit of the jacket as she buttoned it down then stepped into the heels.

Again Chattel stood at attention, feeling uncomfortable, the dress was almost too short.  "Look in the mirror."  Larry commanded. 

Chattel turned to look at herself, and the heart lifted, she looked good!  The jacket flattered and enhanced her toned curves to perfection, it supported her bust, not hiding it, and the flare of the hem teasingly flirted around the top of her long tone legs.

Larry smiled at her admiration of her stance and beauty.  "You make a perfect piece of arm candy."  He slipped an arm around her waist, the first time he'd been so affectionate since their wedding day.  "Lift your arms over your head, stretch up high."

Chattel did so, watching the effect in the mirror, the jacket rose up, exposing her sex teasingly.  Larry let his hand fall to her hips, his fingers tracing the line of the uplifted hem, she felt a tremor in her body as he marked the line of her exposure, across her behind and around the top of her sex, a light pressure on her sex sending a tingle through her body.

"Good. Now turn around and touch your toes."

Chattel turned quickly and bent double, just reaching her toes with outstretched fingers.  Posed like this she could see how the jacket rode up, even higher this way, exposing her sex and ass her legs, everything.  There was nothing protected from inspection.

"Good,"  Larry nodded slapping her her behind.  "Up!"  Chattel straightened up.  "Now go wait for me at the the front door."

Chattel raced as quickly as she could in the heels to stand waiting at the door until Larry strode casually down to join here. "Okay, he held his arm out for her to take, the prefect gentleman, "let's go meet the neighbours, I'm sure there'll be lots to talk about."  He pulled to door open and Chattel felt certain there was a message in his comment she should understand.

Neighbours, Beautiful Neighbours

The lane was a modern one but every effort and expense had been put into giving it an old world, rural style, narrow almost to impassible, with high, antique stone and brick walls each side and a variety of trees from gardens overlooking and shading it in the heat.  It was secluded and safe, but remained a public highway just a mile from the nearby village closed off by a simple privacy gate a few hundred yards away around a short bend. 

With all this in mind Chattel felt certain eyes were, or should be, watching her every step up the lane, her long legs bare and smoothly oiled, her body enhanced with the flattering of the jacket and heels, her sex aroused in the muggy heat of the evening and the exposure she felt down there with every slight breeze of air.

There were only a dozen homes in the lane, each occupying two hundred yards of frontage, six each side with an open field and small woodland at the very end.  The welcome party was being held at the end house on the right, the Harmester home.

"Larry!" A rotund man in his fifties flung the door open with a grin for them even before Larry could reach for the bell.  "Welcome, come in both of you!"  The man turned "KC, our new neighbours are here at last!"

The was the sound of a woman's squeal of pleasure, the tap-tap  of heels and an elegant woman in heels and short dress rushed out to join the man.  She smiled broadly at Larry and his wife, Chattel, showing only a few age lines, suggesting she was anywhere from thirty-five to fifty-five years of age, ever her unsupported bust was firm and proud under the tight summer dress, Chattel, self-conscious of her own appearance noted it as the woman took her arm.

"Oh hi!  You have to be Larry's wonderful bride, he's told us so much about you, come on,"  she took Chattel's hand and tugged her away, "let's go meet the girls." I'm sure all you men have plenty to discuss for tonight's fun and games!"  She grinned as both men nodded and Larry nudged Chattel to go with KC.

"Go on and enjoy yourself with the girls."  Larry said.

Tugged away to the back of the house Chattel was still taking it all in then registered something she should have noticed before but had long forgotten about, but before she could voice it KC carried on talking.

"I guess Larry's been keeping you hard at work keeping that big house in order and breaking you in to all your duties."  She grinned.  "Men are like that with all us slaves, never giving us a moment's rest!"

"A collar!"  Chattel finally gasped out. "You've got one, like mine!"

"Of course, honey, we're all slaves here!"  And KC ushered Chattel into the kitchen to meet the other women of the lane.  "Hey girls, here's our new neighbour, Larry's new slavegirl!"

There were at least a dozen women in the room, and now Chattel knew what to look for all wore collars like her own, all were beautifully groomed in short or revealing clothing and all were working on preparing food, working with the same care and attention she'd been taught since her arrival, keeping every movement careful, clean and accurate, not wasting a moment in confusion and not spilling anything that would need licking up afterwards.

"Okay," KC introduced Chattel, "well you know me, I'm KC, that's short for Kevin's Cunt, and you've met my owner Kevin at the door." She began pointing out each woman in turn going quickly around the room.  "The Twins," two near-identical girls hourglass figures smiled and nodded at Chattel, "that's all we call them, Lal, that means Loves-A-Lash, this is Pet, and her best friend Pony," she looked around, "where's Bitch?"

"Outside, as usual." Another girl replied.

KC grinned.  "Of course," to Chattel, "you'll definitely meet Bitch eventually, "this," the slave who's just replied, "is Ash, kind of like Cinderella but without the wicked step-sisters, and you can tell by her beautiful ash-blonde hair why she's called that.  Now who else do we have?  Ah, this is Brandy," a girl looked up from the kitchen sink she was licking clean, she looked only seventeen but already had scar marks and obvious branding across her face and bared shoulders, "here is Nigger," a beautiful and voluptuous black woman in a sheer white micro dress nodded in their direction, "she'll never talk back to you, her owner had her vocal cords cut, but she's a real hard-working sweetie."  KC looked around, counting everyone off.  "Oh, this is Skins," a tall honey-skinned woman smiled back and kept chopping vegetables on the table, she was topless and wore only a thong with her long hair swept in a mane down over her shoulder and breast.  "That's Tongue," a girl stuck her tongue out for Chattel to see, it was studded.  "She really does do the most perfect orgasm you'll ever feel from a woman mouth, although," KC pointed at the girl chained naked on the floor in the corner of the room, "Pisspot here could be challenging that," she winked, "she's new, and you must remember that tonight if you need a pee, that's what she's for, no bathroom and no outdoor drains for you."

She sighed, looking at the expectant faces all around and turned to Chattel.  "And what do we call you, what name has Larry given you?"

"Erm, well, he calls me Chattel?"

"Oooo, good one, a traditional name, very old school, I never thought of Larry like that, I love it! Welcome to our world Chattel." She picked up a butcher's knife.  "Do you know how to slaughter a pig?"

Chattel was put to work with the others under KC's supervision, as host not, she made very clear, as a dominant.  "Just another piece of ass for the menfolk."

"Do you know what your master plans for you?"  Brandy asked, taking the used knives and cleaning hem with her tongue.  Chattel was told this was the girl's privilege, for being younger and newer here, to feed off the kitchen tonight, and she'd stay here keeping watch over Pisspot and Bitch, outside and still not seen by Chattel.

"Plans?"  Chattel asked.  "Urm, I'm not sure?"

"Well it's not just your training that matters," Brandy explained, licking.

"She's right," KC added, the two Twins nodded as they added pieces of chopped meat to trays for the oven.  "We're all transformed into something useful eventually, the training is just for your general duties as slave."

"It's like me, Nigger, Ash and Skins," Brandy added.  "We're for skinning.  The Twins, Tongue, Pony and KC are for whipping."

"Whipping?"  Chattel asked, puzzled.  "You mean like the punishments I've had?"

"Oh no," Brandy shrugged, "that's just for training, no I mean marking you permanently or using your body permanently."

"Show her!"  KC indicated the women. After a few moments of thought and hesitation, putting their tools down carefully Ash and Tongue unfastened their clothes and dropped them off their shoulders.

"Here, this is easier to see,"  Skins stepped forward from the back of the room.  Throughout she'd been working facing Chattel, now she stood straight and turned her back. Chattel gasped at what she saw.

"What happened?"  Chattel leaned to look closer as the other two women bared their own backs, Skins's back was red raw, it looked like a large section of her back has been exposed to too much sunlight.  She looked at the others, Tongue's back down as far as Chattel could see was crisscrossed by scar lines, obviously whipping marks.  Ash's back had two beautiful angel wings tattooed over her shoulders.

KC explained as Chattel continued to stare.  "Skins has been skinned once already, first a tattoo, like Ash."

"It's going to be an angel eventually," Ash added, "but he's not decided if he wants a robed one or a nude."

"Skinned?" Chattel asked, not really believing.

"Yes, skinned alive, just this section,"  KC indicated the large section or raw flesh on Skins's back and the longer section where Ash would be skinned.  "But I think Larry's going to make you a whipping canvas."  She reached out to tug Chattel's jacket.  "Let's see what you look like under that."

"Whipping?"  Chattel asked, hesitating.  The other women had paused in their work and the three displaying their backs turned around to see Chattel bare herself.

She unbuttoned her jacket and let it slip down off her shoulders.  KC took hold and pushed it further down.

"Don't be shy now Chattel." She looked Chattel's back up and down.  "Yes, a whipping canvas."

The other women closed in to inspect her, passing their own judgments.

"Yes."

"You're right, whipping."

"I'm not sure,"  Skins, who had the cooler, more and aloof professional attitude.  "Okay, your back's not perfect, a few small moles here and there, but look as these tits," without hesitation she cupped and lifted Chattel's left breast, "and down your flanks," she pushed Chattel's arms and the jacket back out of the way to expose her sides and legs, "there's plenty of good canvas there for skinning."

"You know you're right," KC added nodding.  "Looks like we'll have to wait and see what your Master has in mind for you." She helped lift Chattel's jacket and fastened it back.

"Does it hurt?"  Chattel looked again at Skins's back.

"Yes, it's agony, and there's no pain relief for you," Skins look into Chattel's eyes, "you'll scream the house down and we'll be there to record every minute of it on film."

"Film?"  Chattel worried a moment.  Larry had taken plenty of photos and films of her, but she always thought of them as private records.  Now she wasn't sure.

"Yes, it's all sold off."  Brandy put in, pointing at Skins's raw back, "that was sold off, wasn't it?"

Skins nodded.  "He got good money from the Chinaman."  She turned back to her work, causing all the others to do the same.

KC explained it all.  "Skins's Master sold the whole experience to a very wealthy Chinese business associate.  Skins was taken to a remote house away from here and the buyer had her for the weekend.  Then he watched as her Master had her skinned.  The buyer got the skin mounted on a wall in his office in China, Master got a quarter of a million dollars and three new Chinese slavegirls.  They're not here, they still have to be broken in before they can join us."

"It was a good picture though,"  Brandy added.  "A Chinese dragon."

"What about you?"   Chattel asked Brandy.

Brandy shrugged.  "I'm a chess set."  She pulled her skirt up, exposing raw patches of growing skin, on each thigh.  "He's doing the white pieces from me and black from Nigger, they wrap the skin around a piece of wood and treat it to make it last for centuries.  Young skin is best for lots of work, it could take years for us to grow it all." She saw the concern on Chattel's face.  "We get treated to grow it back, but it takes months."

It didn't ease Chattel's fear as she returned to the work on the meal.

As the cooking was finished the women left the room called by their Masters or due to their next assignments. With no assignment Chattel had to wait for instruction.  Eventually KC returned.  "You're turn now Chattel!"  She grinned.

Following KC Chattel was led to the main hall, laid out for a banquet, seating only for the dozen men there.  Most men were standing chatting around one side of the room away from the table.  Larry smiled as Chattel was led in.  He came over to join them and explain the situation to Chattel.

"We're guests here and the Master of the house has priority due to his status here.  He will decide how you're to be used for the night, you will obey every instruction given until it's time to leave."   He led her over to the rotund man, KC's Master Kevin then released her arm and stood back, waiting.

Master Kevin studied Chattel carefully, her poise, her stands, shoulders back, tummy tucked in, head bowed, hands at her back.  "Strip." He commanded.  Without hesitation Chattel unfastened and dropped the jacket to the floor and stepped out of the heels.  "Now we can all get a good look as this nice piece of property." Kevin smiled.  "What do you think gentlemen, how shall we advise our neighbour use this?"

"Skin it!"  One man called out quickly, other laughed at his enthusiasm,  Chattel thought of nothing as more comments were made about her body, her skin, the problems with her back, no good for skinning, but good for the whip the majority agreed, Larry remained silent.  Some men pinched and squeezed her, causing others to comment and joke rudely about it.  Chattel's arms were lifted out of the way while her flanks were inspected, her legs parted to inspect her sex. 

"It's juicy and wet, well done that man!"  Someone commented after squeezing her sex to measure how aroused she was becoming, then forced his hand into Chattel's mouth.  "Clean it." He commanded. Chattel obeyed immediately tasting her own sex juices from the man's fingertips.

"Okay gentleman, let's eat!"  Kevin clapped his hands and everyone began moving to the table, none sitting though as Chattel was taken by the hand to one end, where a central segment of the table was slid out for her to lie and be strapped on.  Returned to the centre Chattel was now a nude centrepiece of the banquet and the men sat down around her while the other slaves served the meal and amused then men in many imaginative ways, accompanied with squeals, sighs and the occasional scream of orgasm.

Throughout the meal the men continued to discuss Chattel, her training, what they'd do or would like to do and how she should be "finished".  Those within reach teased and played with her body, toying with nipples, her feet, her sex, some with stabs of knives and forks, others with items of food in her sex, twirling them around arousing her to madness, or ice cubes pressed on a nipple until it melted.

Strapped down tightly Chattel could neither relieve the pain or satisfy the arouse and spent the time in an increasing frustration and pain.

After the mean the men relaxed with the entertainment form the slaves, with lights dimmed and music loud the women performed pole dancing and other simple activities, but despite all the arousal in the room only Chattel was used for sex. Beginning with Kevin, and except for Larry, Chattel was passed from man to man, told to perform the most lewd and erotic lap dances and mount each aroused cock,  around and around, with the other women keeping each man's cock hard by the time Chattel returns. 

Every time she went to one man Chattel saw that man's slaves turn to Larry, and she could glimpse that he was just as well-served as she served the room.  Five time she was handed around, she estimated she'd performed fifty-five lap dances as the sun began to rise the following morning.  She realised that most of the men with drug-aided throughout the night, keeping their cocks hard and attentive to force her to keep working.  Only after all the men were fully exhausted was she allowed to relax.

"She performed admirably." Kevin said to Larry.

"I thought you'd all enjoy her."

"And she has plenty of promise."  He signaled for Chattel to come to him, a moment and she was standing at attention, eyes downcast as he squeezed her behind then stroked her thighs, eyeing her skin carefully.  "The skin's good here, I can find a couple of customers for flesh art?"

"Hmm, possibly."  Larry smiled.

"Not going to commit yourself yet?"

"There's plenty of time."  Larry sipped a glass of wine.

"Come on, give me a hint at least?" 

Larry just smiled into his glass, his eyes watching Chattel carefully. "Let's just say I wish to explore all my options without burning any bridges."

"Ahh, really?"  Kevin again looked Chattel over, slowly stroking her inner thigh and belly wistfully.  "So much potential here."

"Indeed," Larry agreed into his glass.

Car Wash

The Sunday after the all-night dinner party Chattel was told to dress for her car wash routine, but wait outside the garage with all her washing tools.  By now Chattel was accustomed to waiting, assuming the correct position, hands on head, legs wide facing the door in expectation of Larry's appearance. 

Larry came out at his regular time,nodding approval at the slave waiting poised and proud.  He walked around inspecting her, squeezing her ass and arms.  "Good," he nodded, "firm and ready for some hard work."  He smiled as he stood in front of her. "Today you'll wash all our neighbour's cars."

Chattel's mind skipped a beat, despite the exhausting use she'd received a few day's earlier she still thought of her life as being a private one, now she was being told, to expose and perform her erotic acts for others?  And, she realized with a tremor of uncertainty, going out on the lane, dressed like a complete porn slut!?

Larry continued.  "You'll go clockwise around the lane and spend all the time needed to complete your task.  Each of our neighbours is expecting you and is allowed to use you for pleasure during your work.  But," he raised a finger to emphasise the point, "they are not to take you away from your task, take you indoors or around the back and you will leave immediately once you have completed your work there, you do not need to ask their permission or notify them. If they break these rules you will tell me on your return." He snapped his fingers, the sound making her jump. "Go!"

Chattel snatched up her bucket of tools, rags, polishes and waxes and raced out, into the lane and into the first mansion on the left, hurrying to avoid public exposure.

She didn't know who's house it was, that had never been discussed before, and she didn't appear to know now.  Two cars a filthy off-road car, Land Rover she thought, but she wasn't sure, and a Rolls Royce were waiting for her, a water hose already laid on the ground the car door open and a vacuum cleaner stood nearby.

She began without hesitation, cleaning the interior of each car to get the vacuum out of the way first, then started washing.  Just as she began to hose the first car one of the women, Brandy, raced out, naked, grinning, followed more calmly by Nigger.

"Hi'yaa!"  Brandy called.  "You've got to get naked now, it's showtime!"  She halted close to Chattel while Nigger took the vacuum away.  "Come on, no time to waste!"  Brandy began tugging at Chattel's clothes.  Chattel shrugged and did as she was told.

"What do you mean showtime?"  She began loosening her shorts as Brandy pulled Chattel's bikini top off.

"It's all going on film," she nodded at a security camera on the wall.  "Every Master has high-def 3D cameras everywhere, some you can see and some hidden up close."  She threw the bikini away and kicked Chattel's shorts with them.  "Okay, now you get on with your thing, let's see what a complete car slut you are, and I'll do my thing."

"Your thing?"

Brandy grinned.  "You'll get the idea, just go with it."

Shrugging Chattel began to wash the first car, and then Brandy joined in.  As Chattel strutted, posed and washed the car Brandy began playing with her body, working behind Chattel. to play with her breasts, her flanks, thighs and sex, rubbing wet, then soapy hands over every delicate, sensitive and increasingly aroused part of Chattel's increasingly wanton body.  Chattel. came to her first orgasm while bending and stretching over the front of the car, her legs spread wide, Brandy's fingers deep inside her sex, she just convulsed, lost all control and tried to thrust herself down on Brandy's expert hand, so expert, Chattel thought, for one so young, as she came with a cry.

"Great!"  Brandy pressed herself down on Chattel to pin the wanton woman against the car.  "Now my turn!"  She grabbed Chattels hair and wrenched her off the car.  "Down on your knees!"  Gasping for breath, her legs trembling with the pleasure running through her Chattel did as commanded.  "Now give me all you've got, and keep it up, and up here," indicating her own wet sex, "until I get what you just had."  Brandy bent low and growled in Chattel's ear.  "Fuck me hard bitch!"

Which is what Chattel did, and continued to do for the next half-hour as every orgasm she received was paid for by one given to Brandy.

After finishing the first car she moved over to the second, and Nigger replaced Brandy.  Nigger was older, calmer but firmer in her handling of Chattel, guiding Chattel's actions and poses with expert hands, and taking more intense and savage action when it was Chattel's turn to give pleasure.  Nigger also posed Chattel and her wanton actions more openly than Brandy, such as opening her legs wider to expose Chattel's actions to view from nearby, and other, cameras.  Chattel didn't think of it at that moment but realized that every detail of her tongue lapping eagerly in and out of the strong black woman's sex must have been clearly visible to a camera.

When the last waxing had been finished, without a moment to relax, Chattel. was hurried back into her clothes, her tools thrust in her hands and she was pushed away.  With one last look at the cars Chattel turned and jogged quickly out the driveway.  There were still ten neighbours to visit, it was going to be a long, humiliating and degrading day.

"Oh god!"  She thought as she entered the lane, it's all on record, everyone will see me!  A minute later she was pushing her way into the next house.

In the next house, number five in the lane, Chattel was confronted with one large elegant old style Rolls Royce limousine.  Standing next to it was an older woman, tall, haughty, in high heels wearing a strap-on dildo and carrying a riding crop. She looks about fifty or fifty-five, Chattel guessed and didn't appear to be very welcoming.

"About time!"  The woman snapped. "I've been waiting out here for the last two hours, my master likes to build up the tension, and he knows exactly what I think of common sluts like you!" She tapped the crop against her leg.

"I," she explained, "am Miss Fitch and this is Mr Fitch's home.  I'm not Mrs Fitch, and not his daughter, I was his Personal Assistant for many years until he taught me how to appreciate my real," she smiled coldly, "talents for serving my Master and putting sluts like you in your place." She pointed the crop at the ground in front of her feet.  "Your clothes there now and we'll get to work and see how much of a slut you are."

As Chattel stripped quickly Miss Fitch continued to explain.  "I assume you were delayed by those two sluts next door.  Those wanton creatures are given too much headway by their owner, but, "she sighed, "I guess they get their reward when he skins them."  She smiled coldly at the thought.  "And if you're wondering, no I wasn't at the welcome party, Master lent me as baby-sitter to those three slanty-eyes slaves at Number Ten."

Chattel stood upright, unsure what to do in front of this commanding woman.

"Good" Miss Fitch nodded, "respectful enough to wait on me."  She reached out to cup one of Chattel's breasts, kneading the nipple.  "And responsive to the right stimuli," she reached down between Chattel's legs, caressing her sex gently, "and her too."  She straightened.  "You're going to be fun to play with."

Chattel didn't know what to do, certainly she was becoming aroused, her nudity, the increasing heat of the day, the enormous phallus projecting from the woman's groin.  Here eyes couldn't help glancing down, then she flicked them away to look at the car, her real task

"Ah, you're wondering about this?" Miss Fitch wiggled her hips, the phallus waving hypnotically before Chattel.  She nodded to the car.  "Get to work!"  And lashed the riding crop across Chattel's flank savagely.

Jumping away from the lash and towards the car, trying to focus her mind on the task and not her arousal or the woman behind her, Chattel began to work.

As she worked Miss Fitch showed Chattel her skill, using the crop to guide and pose Chattel at every corner and angle of the car, then introducing the phallus with deep thrusts in Chattel's body.  Riding Chattel through the phallus Miss Fitch was obviously getting her own pleasure as she grunted and gasped from the painful pressures imposed on Chattel's body. 

Chattel felt Miss Fitch orgasm at least twice during the work and received scores of lashing from the crop.  As Chattel came to finish Miss Fitch dropped the strap-on, revealing the equally large phallus which had been carried inside her own sex, and pushed Chattel down to give her a final pleasure, "and a good cleaning, slut!"

So it went on throughout the day, a subtly similar form of girl-on-girl abuse from each house, on the clear knowledge that everything was being photographed, filmed and, in some cases, broadcast live. 

The entire day gave Chattel a deeper knowledge of the lifestyle of the lane and all her neighbours, their appetites and imagination.

In the next house, Master Gavin's, she met Tongue, and was given a respite with Tongue working her skill as hard as possible to bring Chattel to the edge of orgasm, but never giving her the final release, and leaving her to move on the the next house for satisfaction.

At Number Nine, there was no one waiting for her, she could hear the sound of dogs barking in the back, but neither saw nor heard anyone throughout her time there. The silence and tension of it sent her away with fearful dread, something mysterious was, she had learnt in her time with Larry, something to be very wary of.

Number eleven, and the last house on the left, was home to Mr Joy, Pet and Pony.  It was Pet who greeted her, and indicated Pony's role by pointing over the fence into the open field beside the house at the end of the lane, where Pony was leashed by her neck to a post in the field while Mr Joy whipped Pony to perform horse tricks.  "A good ponygirl."  Pet explained.  For her visit and performance, Chattel was required to wash, and sprawl her naked body over the car, masturbating in several wanton positions using her fingers, the head of the hosepipe or toys handed to her by Pet.  Obviously this would make great soft-porn entertainment, but by this time Chattel was so far into her life and performance she gave her entire heart and effort into making it the best performance ever.  Pet agreed she'd done well, for now. 

When she left Chattel was beginning to feel disgusting, dirty with all the washing soaps, the wax, the dirt she'd had to clean off the cars were itching in all her pores.  Her shorts and bikini were either sodden and filthy or, as they dried in the hot sun, just wretched with dirt.  As for her hair, mussed, and bedraggled, and not in the pretty-soft-porn-model sense.  She felt and suspected she looked like a filthy junkie street hooker.

Across the lane Chattel reached Kevin and KC's home.  Where Chattel was strapped into a spreader bar at her ankles to keep her legs painfully spread.  An upright bar was added in the centre of the spreader, topped by phallus pushed firmly into her sex.  In this undignified pose Chattel struggled to perform her work, while KC administered soft, no marks allowed, whippings to urge her on.  The constant waddling around the car and struggling to remain upright, with the phallus twisting back and forward in her sex gave her little pleasure, but left her raw by the time she left with a cheery farewell wave from KC.

It was evening now, the air beginning to cool, the sun lowering to the horizon and the whole community seemed to be quieter when Chattel entered the grounds of Number Ten.  My Lloyd greeted her with an unusual array of lights arranged in two stands, one larger circle was raised over and flooded the waiting car, another was stood a few feet away. 

"Strip!"  Mr Lloyd commanded with a smile.  "Present yourself under there."  Chattel did so, standing under the ring of lights, and, she could now see, cameras.  "Stay still."  Mr Lloyd instructed as he walked around Chattel, inspecting every angle of her posed body, her arms up on top of her head out of the way, her legs spread wide to make herself visible and accessible.

"Good! Get to work!"

Chattel obeyed quickly, working around the car under the larger circle of lights and cameras.  Occasionally My Lloyd would snap a command.  "Arch your back, hold, spread the legs." Or "Lean back, keep yourself clean, no soap, I want to see your flesh clean and untouched.  Good girl."  And so on, until Chattel had posed and exposed herself to all the cameras.

Throughout this My Lloyd had been whispering into a small discreet phone headset, word like "hundred thousand" or "look at the tone on those thighs."  And.  "Yes!  I agree, one of the best we've seen!"  He laughed to whatever was said back to him.

Mr Lloyd was Skins's master, and had already traded part of her flesh, Chattel guessed that something similar was being discussed about her body throughout her work. Fortunately, she hoped, she was Larry's, wife, no, slave, she corrected.  His Chattel not Mr Lloyd's.  She shivered, and it wasn't all the cold.

Number eight, Mr Jones and Pisspot, who was dutifully kneeling beside the front door, smiling at Chattel's arrival. She turned to call "She's here!"  through the door.  Chattel hesitated to wait for, whatever, then remembered her duty, work, wash, leave, so she turned to the car and began her works.  It meant she had her back to the door when she heard steps from several feet, high heels she thought, behind her.

"Hello girlie!"  She straightened up and turned to be stunned by the sight of three beautiful, slim young women, no, she corrected men, young men, transsexuals, with voluptuous, and bouncy breasts, long hair, feminine features and slim waists with large, semi-erect penises.  They reached her, one an oriental, one obviously African one european, all, she had to admit, very pretty.  "We're Master Jones's Three Degrees," one giggled, "and we've been waiting for you all day!  Okay girls, let's have fun!"  Without another word they proceeded to strip and rape Chattel, then spent the rest of her work task following and raping her around the car, one after another in all three holes she was worked, degraded and handed over from one "girl" to another until they were all well-spent.  When they had to stop they turned to Pisspot and used her to relieve themselves, as they'd been told to drink all day and hold it all in until now.

Chattel found that their breasts weren't implants, but naturally grown with a mixture of hormones to keep breasts high and full and cocks hard, "just the way Master love it!"  And though Chattel was used for their pleasure, she found herself cumming a couple of times during the rapes. Their final abuse was to drag Chattel naked to the gate the throw her and all her belongings out into the lane. "See you next time!"

Looking round fearfully, aware it was a public road and anyone could come around the corner at any minute, Chattel hurried to dress and make herself even partly-presentable for the next neighbour.

Sir Albert and LAL were waiting to greet her with their own amusements, but it appeared Sir Albert was a gentler more generous man and didn't press himself, he said he'd save himself for a better time.

At Number four Chattel met Gary, master of the Twins.  It was dark now and the cool night air was chilling Chattel down, her day had turned into a mindless round or being used and abused without end.  To keep her attentive Gary had the twins hosing her down with freezing water, everyone naked of course, to increase her torment and encourage a quick job.  Her only other treatment was to take milk from both twins, their heavy breasts were ample to offer her the only meal she'd received that day. As a result she fell in love with their warmth and comfort, before being slapped away to continue working.   She was shivering with icy chill by the time she was sent on her way.

Finally she reached Sir Alan and Ash.  Exhausted, dragging herself in through the gate she was met by Ash. 

"We thought you'd be at the end of your energy," Ash announced, tugging at Chattel's bikini top, "off with that."  Chattel obeyed.  "And the shorts."  Chattel completed her strip then Ash led her up the driveway to the car. 

"WE have something to keep you going for your final chore tonight."  Ash continued, picking three small objects off the roof of the car.  "Here, hold still," she pinched Chattel's right nipple and tugged it until it was as erect as she could manage then slipped the small shallow conical disc over the nipple.  The disc fitted snuggly against Chattel's skin, then Ash jerked the nipple out as far as it could stretch.  When she let go the flesh sprang back, into a ring of tiny needles around the inner hold at the disc's centre.  The nipple was now proudly projected through the metal gadget.

Ash repeated the act on the other nipple and a similar fitting for Chattel's clitoris.

"Wanna see how it works, or shall we surprise you?"  Ash grinned.

"How-" T-zap!  "Yeow!"  Chattel jumped as an electric shock jolted thorough her nipples.  She panted with the jolt.

"Electric, and remote control."  Ash pointed to the house.  "Master has the control and you're now live on the net, we'll take bids from sadists wanting to see you jump, the high the bid the higher you jolt.  She patted the clitoris instrument.  "Special rates for making you cum."  She walked away.  "See you after!"

Chattel worked as quickly as possible, zapped, jolted and tingled throughout the time, as sadists waited for the best moment to catch her in some position or tried to throw her off her work.  They succeeded numerous times until, exhausted, Chattel was released from her torture devices.

Chattel finally staggered home at 2am, cold, exhausted, hungry and yet, somehow, deep inside fulfilled in a way she couldn't really describe.  She'd been used horribly, she'd been degraded, she'd been raped endlessly, but she'd also been of service and she'd made others happy with her performance.

Working Away

"I'm working in the city for the next few days," Larry announced a couple of weeks after the community car wash. Chattel stood at attention waiting further instruction.  Larry smiled, satisfied the Chattel was making out as a perfect piece of property.  "I'll leave you on the hummer during the day and release you when I'm on my way home.  I expect the meal to be ready and the house clean by the time I arrive."

"Yes Master."  Chattel answered.  The hummer, she thought mixing feeling of frustration with anticipation.  Master Larry, her owner, had introduced her to this toy in the basement early in her training, but had never used it all-day before.

The following morning Chattel was in the basement naked and strapped face down on the sex machine.  Her legs were spread over the mounting saddle, a hump of fine and very stimulating fur that caressed her bare thighs with pleasure.  Through the centre of this stood a large vibrator, which was now resting, inactive inside her sex.  Her body was strapped down tight and electric clips mounted on each nipple, punishment or stimulant, Chattel wasn't sure which.  The rest of the machine was as simple wooden frame covered with padded leather,comfortable enough to ride long and hard.

The longest Chattel had spend was a few hours when Master Larry was exercising in another part of the large basement or using his shooting range on the floor above.

Around the hummer were an array of 3D cameras and low lights.  Chattel's every move, action, reaction and more would be watched at all times.

Chattel's only other task for the day was watchbitch.  TV screens showed her images of the ground around the house, she was to alert Master Larry if there was any suspicious behaviour.

"See you tonight Chattel," and Master Larry threw the switch that began the hummer, a jolt of anticipated pleasure ran through Chattel's body and she twitched, rubbing her body against the fur, to mast the most of it.

Larry left the slave twitching.  He wondered how long it could last before the pleasure turned to pain, then agony.  He'd planned to spent the whole day and most of the evening in the city.

Office Work

Although Larry's work could mostly be done at home he did have to keep a small office in the city for meetings and public activities.  To maintain the office he'd carefully selected a couple of trustworthy staff.  One of this was a general Receptionist, secretary and administrator,  Angela Willis.  From his background research Larry suspected Miss Willis had the potential to enjoy some his special private pleasures. The big question was how to introduce her to it and test her response without exposing himself.

The opportunity came on the third week at the office.  By now Chattel was well broken to the hummer, and its painful side-effect from long term use.  Each day he'd been able to tap into the house's private camera network and enjoy many a happy hour watching Chattel twitch, orgasm and cry in pleasure then pain.  The 3D effects were especially good, he could almost smell her through the wide screens on his desk, set up for several camera angles at once.

"Engrossed?" A voice, Miss Willis, interrupted his attention on the screen.  He quickly snapped the screen to a more businesslike presentation.

"Kind of, special project I'm working on privately."

"Oh, anything I can help with?"

"Maybe later, when things have developed."

"Okay," she smiled warmly, "anytime."

It was a few days later, returning to the office to collect a file he'd forgotten, that Larry found Miss Wills at his desk, staring at the computer.  Her head snapped around as he opened the door, but it was too late, she blushed and flustered.

"Hi!"  She choked out.  "I er, thought you'd forgotten this file, then," her hand tried to reach for the computer control to switch images, but instead switched the audio on.  Chattel's voice and orgasms came though loud and clear.  "Sorry I slipped and er..."

"Yes,"  Larry smiled,  "my fault, I should have switched it off,"  Chattel's yelp of orgasm reached a crescendo in the background as he reached across the desk, catching Miss Willis's eye, until she turned away.  He switched the computer off and picked up the file. "Maybe we'll talk about this after the meeting."

"Yes," the woman rose from his chair, "of course, sir."

They parted on that until the end of the day.

"Let's have that talk now."  Larry said on their return from the meeting.  Miss Willis had been absent minded through much of it and Larry could guess why.  Better to clear this up now.

"Um, okay."  She followed him silently back to his office and waited while he set his work aside and switched the computer back on.  Instead of sitting at his desk he came round the front and perched on the edge. motioning her to come close to him.

"Now, what you saw earlier was a private matter."

"Yes," she nodded quickly, "I understand that, I'm really sorry if it seemed I was prying."

"You were prying Miss Willis, or can I call you Angela?"  She shrugged.

"Okay, yes, please, that'd be nice."

"You were prying because I know I turned that screen off."  She remained silent. He sighed.  "Look I used to be married, but it's not turned out too well," he smiled, "and like any man I have appetites that need an outlet, okay?"

"Hu-huh, eer, what happened to your marriage?" 

"Oh, she turned into a complete slut."

"Like the one there?"  She nodded at the screen.

"Yes, a bit like that."

"Oh.  Maybe you need a good woman in your life."

He smiled, thinking how she'd swallowed his bait, hook line and sinker.  "That would be wonderful."

The following day he was admiring Chattel's early-morning performance when Angela entered.  This time he didn't switch the images off as Angela strode across the room with morning newspapers, messages and mail.  As she reached Larry's desk she saw the images on the screen, hesitating, staring.

"Would you like to see?"  Larry invited, motioning her to join him.

"Okay."  She stepped around to stand close beside him leaning down to look closer at Chattel's performance.  Larry switched the audio on as Chattel groaned, attempting one of her morning orgasms.

"What do you think?"  Larry asked, his eyes grazing over Angela's profile. Today she'd chosen to wear something more appealing, unlike her regular, nondescript work clothes, this time she wore a short skirted suite, tailored jacket a straight skirt short enough to tease and reveal, long enough to be decent. and black hose on her legs.  His eyes wandered up to see her face in profile, her lips parted,

"It's a nice film, good performance.  Where'd you get it?"

"It's not a film, it's live now."

"Really?!"  She didn't take her eyes off the screen, mesmerised by the naked slut humping away in front of her.

"Here."  He reached an arm around her hips.  "Sit down and watch the show."  He pushed his chair back,opening his knees to guide Angela down to perch on his knee.  Keeping that arm close around her hips he let the other rest on her lap, on the edge of her skirt, feeling the heat of her legs underneath the hose.  Unconsciously she opened her knees a few inches and he let his fingers slip down between her legs.

"What do you think of her?"  He asked as he spread his fingers to explore, and discovered that the hose were stockings just under the hem of the skirt.  Angela's legs opened a little wider.

"Wanton slut isn't she?"  She hesitated as Larry's fingers caressed the bare skin at the top of her stockings, pushing a little further upwards.  Her legs opened another few inches and she settle back into his arm more firmly.

"Yes, she is, it begins with pleasure in the morning, but by the end of the day she's really hurting from it."

"Hmmm," she responded, Larry's fingers adding to her excitement.  "Maybe that's how you should have dealt with your wife?"

"You think so?"  His fingers pushed up further, reaching the top of Angela's thigh, and discovered more bare flesh.  No underwear.  Then, stroking and exploring gently he discovered, no hair, smooth bare skin all the way.  Her legs opened another few inches stretching the skirt wide, her hands pushed it up still not taking here eyes off the screen.

"Yes, put her in her place then give her hell."  She gasped lightly as Larry's caressing fingers found her slit, slowly, gently probing it, opening it, caressing it.  She opened her legs wide, pulling her skirt up to her waist with one hand, wrapping her arm around his shoulders with the other.

Chattel was panting onscreen, working up a full orgasm.  The 3D effect on the screen, every angle as she humped on the hummer was caught in full detail.

"You know," Larry continued, absently caressing and probing Angela's sex.  "There is a torture mode on this."

"Oh,"  Angela stared at Chattel as she orgasmed.

Larry pointed at a side panel on the screen. "If you click on there."

Angels reached out, it was a touch screen, no other controls were needed.  "Here?"

"Yes."  He pressed his fingers deeper in her sex, his thumb alternately caressing and squeezing her arouse clitoris.

"What does it do?"  She leaned closer to read the controls.  "Jolt-Volt?"

"Electric shocks, on her nipples."  Larry was now slowly running his fingers in and out, always remaining in contact with Angela's flesh.  Again she opened hr legs.  Now she was spread as wide as she could be, her knees almost at right angles, her free hand now urgently pressing Larry's into place.

"Really?"  Like how?

"Select a voltage rate on the slide control."

Panting now, Angela reached out to slider a trembling finger on the control, then snatched it back to Larry's hand, pressing it deeper into her.  "Now what?"

"Hit the big red button."

She smiled and reached out, having to lean forward and feeling Larry's hand thrust deeper and gasped and stabbed at the screen.

Chattel screamed as the electric jolts ripped her nipples.

"Wow!"  A surge of pleasure ran through her.  "Yes!  Zap the bitch!"  Another convulsion as Larry thrust his hand in again, and she stabbed the screen again, Chattel screaming louder.  "Ride that, bitch!" She turns to Larry hugging his closer.  "Oh, god, yes, thank you!"  But she left her free hand to reach back, and with each of her own convulsions she managed to stab the screen, and Chattel screamed again and again.

Spent for the moment, Angela rested in Larry's arms, her legs still spread as wantonly as the slut on the screen.

"Is that how you treat all sluts?"  Larry asked.

"Hu-huh, well I mean, I've not really had the opportunity, but no slut like that should be enjoying herself, they're not for that."

"Oh, is that how you see all sluts?"

"Yeah, slap 'em down and keep them in their place."  She grinned.

"What else would you do to her?"

Angela turned to the screen.  She straightened up but made no move to close her legs or anything else.

"Whatever it takes to make her regret whatever she did to deserve it."

"Like what?  Give me some examples."

"Well, how about more electricity, like needles in different places?  She looks too pretty, maybe a good caning or more, some scars so she'll never show herself in public again."  She turned back to him, repositioning herself to keep her legs spread.  "So how come you have access to something like that?"

"It costs a lot of money, it's part of a private group online, we get special entertainment like this if we need to."

"Because of your wife?"

"Yes, kind of."

"And you enjoy that kind of thing or more?"

"I've got a lot of tastes."  He flexed his fingers.  "Like you for example, you're no slut, but I love your imagination."

She smiled.  She glanced back at the screen.  "This group, do they do it for real, you know, like if we were actually there, not just online?"

Larry smiled.  "Yes, for the right people."  He drew his hand out, lifting it up to her face.  "You made me all wet.  Will you lick me clean?"

Smiling, she took his hand in her own and engulfed it in her mouth until it was clean.

Onscreen Chattel continued to hump the hummer.

Bitch

For the next three weeks Larry made it a daily routine to visit his office, even with no work on-hand he spent most of his time with Angela playing online with Chattel.  By now they'd established a comfortable routine.  With no meetings or need for the office they knew they were safer and could be less inhibited, meaning that Angela would turn up in her little suit only to discard it the moment she entered his office. 

He appreciated her taste in underwear, her black high heels, sheer black stockings, suspenders and lacy push-up bras and had her keep them on for most of the day. She never wore panties, and he eventually persuaded her to swap the bras for shelf-style ones, that presented her bust but left it fully exposed for his pleasure.  She was perfect.

Compared to Chattel, Angela was a little more businesslike and sophisticated, slimmer, a couple of inches taller and fitter, she was a long-haired brunette, almost black hair the matched her dress style beautifully. When she wore her hair up in a braid or bun she showed all the self-possession and cold sophistication of a professional business associate. When she let it down, tumbling down to her bust, she looked like a wanton whore.  She had that special imagination they shared and talked endlessly about the kind of life she'd love to lead and how to treat sluts like the one onscreen.

Each day she had new thoughts about how the girl onscreen should be abused, though mostly they played with jolting Chattel.  She finally admitted that she'd become fascinated by the whole idea and was doing her own research online each night.

She'd also admitted her own arousal and the fascination with trying some of the softer alternatives.

"I don't think I could go to extremes, I think they call it switching, you know, putting girls down and serving my man's pleasure?"  They were lying nude on the floor of Larry's office, she reached out to tease his cock playfully, she'd developed a real love for his cock and taking it any way she could.

"And how would you serve mine? What have you been thinking about doing?"

"Well," she took a deep breath.  "I'd like to try some spanking, nothing intense, just to feel what it feels like."

"Hmmm, that's old school, but so are your stockings and suspenders."

"Well, I'm a classy lady."

"Really?"  He smiled lovingly, as his stroking of her sex caused her to spread her legs invitingly and wantonly.

"Ride me?"

"Spanks first, rides later."

"Really?" She propped herself up on one elbow rubbing her legs slowly and teasingly together. "Now?"

"There's no time like the present."  He sat up.  "But you will have to behave correctly, okay?"

"Okay, what does that mean, like," she grinned, "naughty school girl?"

He grinned standing up and lifting her to her feet.  "No, more like a love who's going to give her ass to me for a good hard whopping."

"Ooo, sound interesting, what do I do?"

He motioned to his desk, clean with no work today.  "Stand close to the front."  She moved forward.  "Face the desk." She did so, grinning.  "Step back a pace and spread your legs wide." She did so.  "Wider."

"Oooo!"  She giggled.

He stepped up behind her, running his hand admiringly over her firm ass.  "Lean forward and spread your arms out to grip the far side of the desk."  She obeyed.  "Now arch your back, let's see you push your ass out nice and proud, on your tippy toes."

She thrust it out.  "Like this?"

"Yes, beautiful. "  He ran his hand across her arched back and over her poised rump.  "Now listen carefully. "

"Okay!"  She wiggled has ass.  "We're listening."

"I'm going to smack you, it might hurt, but you will not rise up until I've finished, understood?"

"Okay!"

"You will address me as Master, like yes master, and thank you master."

She hesitated.  "Okay."

"Okay?"

She had to think a moment.  "Okay, Master?"

"Good girl." He patted her behind.

"You're going to remain in this position until I tell you.  If you disobey or move without me telling you to, we start all over again, and again, and again.  Do you agree?"

"Okay, master."  She was grinning.

"When I smack your ass it's because you asked for it and I'm going to hold you to your commitment.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

"You will count off each smack, like one master, two master, and so on.  Understand?"

"Yes master."

"If you miss a count, then we'll start all over again."

"Yes master."  She tightened her grip on the desk in anticipation.

Larry ran his hand over the eager ass, his fingers traced on between Angela's legs, feeling the randy wetness in her sex. In one motion he pulled his hand back, and swept it down in one hard smack. The sound drowned out everything, including Chattel's gasps on the screen.

"One master."

Smack!

And so it went on.  First with his right hand, then the left, then the right hand, then the left.  Redder and redder her ass became, as she willingly counted off each smack "master".

"One hundred and fifty master."  She gasped.

He stopped.  "That's enough!"  He stood back to admire his handiwork as Angela rose upright and twist and admire her sore ass.

"Wow!  That's was, fantastic," she ran her hands down between her legs, eyeing him, "and I'm really wet."  He looked at her coolly.  She frowned. "Is there something wrong?"

"Two things.  First you just forgot to address me correctly.  Second you stood up without me telling you."  He smiled.  "You just broke two rules.  That means we do it all again."

"Huh!?"  She looked at him shocked.  "I'm not sure if I can."

He stepped forward quickly.  "It's either right now, and you forgot to address me again, or we do it another time but double what you're due."

She sighed.  "Sorry, master, you're right."  She turned and assumed the position.  "I'm ready for my punishment master."

"Good girl."

Smack!

This time he use all his strength to discipline Angela, his smacks thrusting her against the desk again and again.  He took his time, he didn't want to exhaust himself and loose the strength to give her what she deserved.

This time, her behind and the back of her legs glowing furiously, she remained in position.

"Good."  He nodded, caressing her bare back.  "Now you get your reward." He seized her hips and thrust his aroused cock deep into her wet sex, again and again he thrust and slammed her aggressively against the desk until he came.  Gasping he pressed her down and he came off the orgasm, reaching out to grip her long black hair.

Gripping one of her arms and her hair he raised her upright, pinning her against the desk and moving his hands around to cup and toy with her sex.

She hummed and pressed herself against him leaning back to increase their body contact as his fingers worked their magic.  He leaned to her ear and spoke gently.

"What would you do to her," meaning Chattel, still humping away on the hummer, "if you had the chance."  He pushed his fingers deeper inside her, toying with and spreading her flesh with slow soft strokes.

"You want me to, ooooo, make, ahhhhh, a list?"  She sighed. "Hmmmmmmmmmm."

"What if she could be yours to use?"

"Really?"  She gazed dreamily at Chattel.

"Really truly."  He kept up the long slow deep strokes of his fingers, feeling her lift and drop in rhythm to his action.  "It means being part of that group, and there'll be rules."

"But I could, ahhhhhhh, have her to play with?"  She bucked as she came in his hand.  "Do it!" And she convulsed in his arms as she came.

A few minutes later they were sitting together, she perched nude on his bare knee, watching Chattel twitch under more electric shocks, he toying her sex and talking about the private group.

"They're very strict, you really have to be the right kind of person to join."

"And I am?"

"Hmmm, I think you'd pass with flying colours.  But they have very strict rules about commitment, behaviour and your conduct.  They don't just allow anyone to join and once you're in it's a lifetime choice."

"I can't just visit to see what it's like?"

"Sorry, but there are some very powerful and influential people who don't want casual visitors."

"So, do I have to take some kind of test?  And is it safe?"

He smiled, noticing how her nipples were standing at attention again.   "Totally safe, and I can teach you all the rules and test you out first, then you can decide if you want to come," he nodded at the screen, Chattel writhing on the hummer, "and put her through her paces."

Angela grinned at the screen.  "I think I'd like that."  She turned to him.  "Does it mean more spankings?"

"Lots, and other things, whatever you're best suited to, but I'll teach you and help you explore here before we go all the way."

"Okay, sound fun."

Commitments

Over the next month Larry taught Angela how to be a good girl in the group.  He didn't tell her all his plans, but gradually her inhibitions fell off, and the more excited she became the more she threw herself into the idea of being a Master's switch bitch.

One working Friday, dressed formally, he sent her home for the weekend with a writing assignment.  "I want you to prepare a full report on how you'd manage her," meaning Chattel.  "Create a project plan for what you would do."

Angela was biting her lips in excitement.  "I've got a lot of ideas, but I'll research the practicalities,"  she nodded.  "It'll be fun!"  She looked longingly at the screen.  "Can I...?"

He smiled and nodded, she quickly reached over, her bust flashing from inside her tailored jacket and tapped the Jolt-Volt controls.  Tap, tap, tap, tap!  She grinned.

"Enough already!"  Larry smiled pushing Angela's hand away.  She grinned. 

"Thanks!"

He waved her away with a smile.  "Go!  You've got your assignment, let's see what you can do with it."

"Okay!"  She spun round and skipped out.

On Monday morning Angela arrived early to clean her work desk and, excited by her efforts during the weekend, tried with difficulty to keep her mind on the job, He, Master, wasn't here to distract her.

When Larry arrived Angela grinned her welcome, had a drink waiting for him and all his work papers laid out in readiness.

"Excellent work!"

Angela was nervous as she faced him across the desk, she was clutching her report to her chest.  "I came in early to get it out of the way."  Quickly she laid the report on his desk.  "Here's your special assignment, Master."  She stood back. 

He reached for the report, then paused as she spoke again.

"Also, Master, I, er, have something special for you?"  She hesitated, uncertainly, then hurriedly unbuttoned her jacket, pulling it open to reveal her exposed breasts.

Larry smiled.  Angela stood before him, making an unexpected offering and a very tangible commitment showing how far she'd come in the last couple of weeks.  Each of her nipples stood at attention, and just behind them each breast was pierced with a one-inch gold ring.

"That's beautiful."

"I wasn't sure if you'd appreciate it, but I thought, something to show you I really do mean business?"  She smiled nervously.  "And," she quickly reached down and pulled her skirt up, "this?"  Her clit now had its own small ring.

Larry smiled, almost licking his lips in delight. "What a wonderful gift."  He pointed at the clit.  "How is that responding, I've seen some girls who find it too much pleasure to handle."

"Mmmm," it's sore now, but, yeah, it's stimulating."

Larry smiled.  "If you loose it during a meeting that could harm our reputation."

"I'll try to keep it under control." Angela shrugged.  "If it gets too much I can have it removed."

Larry shook his head.  "No way, we'll find other ways to manage it."  He picked up her special report, glancing up at her.  "Strip."

Immediately she obeyed, dropping jacket and skirt to the floor and standing in the attention position, hands loosely behind her back, shoulders back to increase the prominence of her bust.

Larry concentrated on the report, opening it, not looking at her. "Masturbate, get some of your heat down."

Angela flashed a smile and began working on herself while Larry read the report, they had no meetings planned until after lunchtime, plenty of time to exhaust her heat and cool her down, and discuss this very well-documented and illustrated report.   She must have spent the entire weekend on it, or she'd been planning it for a long time. Little bitch, he smiled to himself.

At the end of the day Angela was snuggled on his lap, zapping Chattel on the screen. 

"I was thinking," she turned to him, "do you think we could find someone like that," nodding at the screen and the tormented Chattel, "for ourselves?"

Larry smiled.  "How do you mean?"

"Well," she turned to face him, her legs still spread where he toyed with her new clit ring.  "If read up on some contacts sites, for girls like that, and we could pose as a couple wanting our own slave."  She hesitated, looking at his thoughtful expression.  "What do you think?"

He smiled again.  "I think you're a wicked and wonderful bitch."

She grinned and hugged him.  "So you think we could do it?"

"I don't see why not, maybe we could do it through the group, if you think you're ready for it?"

"Well,maybe?"

"Why don't you come home with me next weekend, we're free from Thursday, you could come with me that night and stay, we could explore some extra intense scenes and then you could decide?"

She grinned.  "Okay, and maybe we could try for a third, to play with?"

He snuggled.  "More than play, to keep?"

"Hmmmmmm."

Thursday Night

"Okay, take the jacket off."

"Now"  Angela look around the countryside.  They'd driven out from the city, through town, then village and were now turning into the private road leading to the lane.

"You did agree to obey my instructions."

"Yes, I guess, but aren't you worried about someone seeing us?"

Larry smiled.  "We've just driven a hundred miles with no skirt on you."  His hand stroked her thighs, the stockings and the bare flesh between her legs, flicking the clit ring to send a surge through her, her own electricity.  "Come on, or I'll have to punish you."

She gulped.  "Okay."  And quickly pulled the jacket off and flung it in the back of the car.   She crossed her arms with the cool air of the car's air conditioning and the exposure she felt, then caught the glint in his eye and dropped her arms to her lap, fidgeting.  "Okay?"

He nodded.  "Better."

They drove on the final miles along the lonely lane, the walls raising around them with the trees shrouding it from the sun above.  A few minutes later they turned into Larry's driveway and pulled to a stop in front of the garages, as far as he could from the front door.

"Let me guess," she said.  "Walk this way?"

He winked.  "All the way."

With a sigh she stepped out of the car, gathered up her overnight bag and clothes and carried them to the house, standing to wait at the front door as Larry turned the car to face the driveway.  He took his time, to give her chance to relax, or heat up.

Inside the house, he guided her upstairs to the master bedroom.  "Our room." He announced.

"Ours, Master?"

He smiled at her.  "Mine, and yours if you want it?"

She looked at the beautiful, old world style room, especially its huge four-poster bed, then ran over to fling herself down on the bed.  "Weeee!"  Laughing.  "Wow, this is like, a fairytale?!"

"I had it designed that way."

She nodded.  "It's good."  She sobered, climbed off the bed and walked over to him, close enough for her nipples to brush his chest.  "I'd love it to be mine, master."

He took her in his arms, lifting her and flinging her back on the beck, jumping on top of her with a teenager's enthusiasm for a lot of hard, senseless and fumbling fucking.  It took a couple of hours to recover.

It was late evening, in the kitchen snacking on sandwiches, dress in toweling robes after a steaming hot shower. 

"Would you like to see my special play room?"  He asked.

"The room you've been hinting about for the last month my master?"

He nodded.  "But group rules will apply."

"Same ones or new ones my master?"

"Same as before.  This time you'll be nude, and I'll restrain your hands behind your back.  From this moment you will obey me for the duration of your stay.  Disobey and the punishments will be very severe."

"I will obey you my master." She stood and dropped the robe on the floor, turned and presented herself, wrists crossed behind her back, head raise, shoulders back and back arched to emphasis the beautiful fitness and structure of her body.

Larry took a cord from one pocket of his robe and wrapped it carefully around her wrists, tightening it until she couldn't flex them.  He leaned forward and spoke softly in her ear.  "You're a beautiful complement to my dreams, and he slipped a woven leather collar around her throat, locking the steel and gold catch at the front, a small bell handing below at the base of her throat.  "Like a perfect kitty, with polished claws."

She grinned.  "Thank you my master, may I see it."

"Of course."  He led her out of the kitchen into the main hallway, where a full length mirror showed her full bloom of beauty to both of them,, she tried to push her breasts out even further, tightening her tummy and waist for him.  He threw his own robe aside, saluting her with his revitalised cock.  "Come,"  he took her by the arm,  "I'll show you the basement."

Basement of Debasement

Larry led Angela down the stone steps into the first basement floor.  His personal exercise area, gym and the shooting range.  He pointed out the broad windows in the side of the pool above.  "Good to watch beautiful girls swim, or do other things."  He winked.

With a gentle hand on her behind he guided her to the next stairs, he paused to cares her nipples, standing erect, and sex, moist in anticipation.  He also laid his hand against her heart, its racing pounding beating under his fingertips.

"Mmmmm, excited."

"Yes master!"  She giggled, nudging his cock with her hip.

"Later!"  He slapped her ass playfully.  "Down."  He motioned to the steps and they went down together side by side.

Angela felt the heat rising from below, as they approached the foot of the stairs.  "Warm." 

"Yes, makes it more comfortable to workout nude."

"Mmm, good idea."

They reached the floor and he lead her around the corners, one of several walls and partitions marking out different and distinct toys and torture treatments.  He saved the very best to last, with the lights out it was difficult for Angela to make out the shapes, but she could hear muffled noises.  Larry paused at the final corner.

"Close your eyes."

"Yes my master." 

"Step forward."  His hand guided her out through the entrance, the muffled sound of, breathing, reached her.  "Open your eyes."

Angela did so and Larry switched the lights on at the same time.

"Oh my god!"  Angela let out the shocked, surprised, then delighted cry.  "Really, it's really, real!"  She turned to him for confirmation. He stepped forward to joni her, grinning.

"As real as you'll ever wish for, and all yours if you want it."

"Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!"  Angela walked forward into the floodlit circle around the hummer, and the woman, Chattel, strapped, gagged and hooded on the tormenting machine.  She couldn't keep her eyes off it, all the things she'd seen for weeks online, every device, the electric clips on the nipples and fur-lined humping saddle, and the slut, the piece of trash she'd been tormenting daily.  She walked around looking at every aspect, every corner and detail, trying to take it all in. "God, it's, it's, wonderful!"

Chattel had woken from her sleep on the saddle, she'd been strapped down all day, but it had never been switched on.  Now she heard the muffled voices and couldn't make out what was happening, she thought maybe other members of the community were here to use her. She waited for any sign of what to do.

She turned to Larry.  "So this group you were talking about, it's you, my master?"

"This is all me.  There are others."  He pointed at all the 3D cameras surrounding the hummer.  "I share the fun with them when they want."

Angela returned to his side.  "Who is she?"

"This is Chattel, she use dot be my wife, but I thought of a better use for her. "  Angela's eyes widened in surprise.  "Do you want to have her, do everything you told me, or are you all mouth, just a wannabe bitch."

Angela realised this was a once-in-a-lifetime moment, something she'd regret if she didn't make the right decision.  She thought carefully, trying to find the right words to express her feelings.  Larry did nothing, he knew this was her decision alone, and her fate if she decided for or against his offer, he had a body bag waiting for her to be shipped to a lifetime of slavery in another country if she made the wrong choice.

Angela licked her lips.  "Please my master, may I have the honour of this creature, and may I serve you with all I have to offer?"

Larry smiled, his cock throbbed in joy as he turned her into his arms.  "Come to me."  He was just able to reach out to the Hummer's controls and switched on.  Immediately Chattel began thumping the machine, poor dear he thought absently, having to wait all those hours without a touch.  He unfastened Angela's restraint and she flung herself up and on his cock.  It was one of the most fulfilling moments of his life, to see and feel one woman humping hard on his cock, and another, humping almost in rhythm on the hummer a few feet away.  He wondered which would come first, and if that would make a good online entertainment, Hummer Racing.

Gift Cake

Angela was comfortably settled into her master's mansion now.  She'd spent weeks of play with Chattel and meet the neighbours, learning all their tastes, where she'd been respected as a mild slave and part-equal when it came to treating other slaves, equal to the sweet Miss Fitch next door.

It was another fine morning and Angela had gotten up especially early today.  It was going to be a special momentous celebration for the community and she had something very special planned for Chattel.  Larry had made the suggestion and she'd jumped into the planning with all her talent and wicked imagination.  Chattel was in for a wonderful surprise and the internet customers were already being prepared for the fun to come.

Angela was posed in her usual chair in the kitchen, facing the entrance, the broad windows and the gardens at her back.  She wore her highest black stilettos, her black stockings, suspenders and shelf bra, and her hair was groomed to perfection.

Her chair was partly turned away from the table, so she could spread one leg wide, and prop the other on the corner of the dining table.  Like a weapon her sex, aroused clitoris and its gold ring were pointing at the door when Chattel walked in.

Chattel too was groomed.  Master's household would always be one of perfect women in their rightful place, no sloppiness was allowed unless it came from his instructions and tasks. Today her hair was a beautiful main down her back she wore only her collar and that damned wedding ring.  No matter how she argued for it Angela couldn't get him to take it off the beast.  He said it was the focus of Chattel's commitment to be his Chattel and removing it would break the vows they had made.  Sometime Angela thought he was taking traditional lifestyle to extremes.

"Good morning Chattel."  She greeted the creature sweetly.

"Good morning Mistress Angela."

"Has Master given you any instruction for today?"

"Yes Mistress Angela, he told me to come here and obey your instruction."

"Very good,"  she tapped her thigh. "Now greet me properly.

Chattel stepped forward between Angela's legs and bent at the waist, arms behind her back she reached her mouth down to rest on Angela's sex with a gentle kiss.  She held the pose until Angela gave a command.

"Pleasure me Chattel."

Chattel's tongue and lips began to work slowly and carefully over Angela's sex, teasing and toying with the ring and the heightened flesh.  Already wet with anticipation she was quick to come and thrust herself into Chattel's face.

Obedient to her recent training, Chattel continued to pleasure Angela for the next hour, until told to stop, licking her sex clean at the end.

"And the floor?"  Angela didn't even bother looking, that was Chattel's job.  Chattel went down on her hands and knees to lick the floor clean of the few drops she'd missed during the last hour.  When she finished she knelt back, knees wide, hand back behind her, for Angela to inspect the floor.  "Good beast.  Now stand up!"

Chattel rose to her feet.

"Pose for me." She pointed at a clear part of the floor.  "There."  Chattel moved over to that part of the floor and assumed a series of poses.  Angela filmed the entire process with one of the kitchen cameras, but added her own camera with dozens of extra photographs.  These were her "before" photos, and she would take many more around the house, the garden and in the private studio in the basement over the next few hours.

"Good beast." she turned to the table and picked up a cook book.  "Here is your task for this morning, you must complete it before mid-morning."  She smiled sweetly, sending a tremor of fear through Chattel's body.  "I know you'll be able to do this and lick everything clean.  I'll also be taking you for more photo sessions during the morning, so, chop, chop, to work!"

Chattel performed perfectly. clean, prompt, obedient and attentive to every instruction, the ideal property Larry commented.

Chattel's task was the baking of a large cake, which smelled beautifully.  When it was complete she was told to shower, groom and prepare herself again, while Larry and Angela enjoyed a fuck in the kitchen and completed the preparations for Chattel's special reward.

When Chattel returned to the kitchen and took the stance to await instruction she saw the cake had been cut into twelve pieces.  Eleven of them had been places on a large silver serving platter with a small note.  The twelfth piece was being placed in the freezer as Chattel arrived.

Both Larry and Angela inspected Chattel carefully, her long hair, groomed down her back.  Her nipples were erect and didn't need fluffing, her sex was already aroused, her heart racing, her body nude except for the permanent collar and ring.

Larry smiled.  "Chattel, you may not know this but it's our first wedding anniversary, and I have  a special treat for you."  He indicated she should follow him to the table.  "This is a celebration cake for all our neighbours, here is a private note, inviting them to take a piece from you."

Chattel nodded understanding.

"You will take  this tray, nude, down the lane at midday."  Chattel's heart skipped a beat, nude in the lane, that hadn't happened to her before, in public, naked, her body trembled, her sex began dripping in excitement.  "You will crisscross the lane, until you finish your task at the far end, then you will await further instruction."  He smiled at Angela, who leaned forward.

"Chattel, beast."  Chattel's eyes turned towards her.  "Everyone will be watching you, we've told everyone in the lane and all our friends on the web, they will be watching your naked parade and your performance every minute until you return, you will submit to everything," Chattel's fear jumped, "and you will perform to the best of your ability as our beast."  She snapped her fingers.  "Now get out of here!"

Chattel obeyed, picking the tray up in both hands and walking through the front of the house, to door was already open for her.  She didn't see Larry and Angela racing laughing into the main room and the seven foot 3D TV screen to watch Chattel on her way.

Down the driveway under the heat of the midday sun beating on her bare skin, no thought about the humiliation if she should be seen in public now.  She obeyed her Master and turned into the lane.

Epilogue - HuCow

Chattel returned home four months later, wrecked and transformed from her Anniversary gift to the neighbours. 

She crawled naked on all fours up the full length of the lane, careless and mindless about who or what would be there.  She had been told to go home and that's what she did.

She was no longer the human who had left those many weeks ago.  Her long beautiful hair was a filthy matted mass hanging to the ground.  Her body has been transformed by the most painful agonising skinning the lane had ever enjoyed, as pieces of flesh were slowly peeled off and replaces with special new growth, the darkest brown.

Nigger had had her voice restored and she had screamed as loud as Chattel on alternate treatments, one day for Chattel the next for Nigger, only Nigger had received pale tan, almost white growths.  Nigger's master had managed to recruit another black girl, a beautiful young American tourist who fallen for his bait, using Brandy to draw her in.  Now he was completing the chess set for his German client and had three girls in his stable.

"Human cows," she'd overheard during the process, "a couple of good cows for breeding," as the community admired the cow-like mottled patches growing on both beasts.

As part of the process Chattel's breasts were enlarged through a special hormone treatment, engorging them with fatty milk so she now needed milking every few day and she'd been grown to a 40DD size.  "They'll need managing if they're not to sag and look unattractive, Larry knows what to do."

Here transformation had been complete when she was stimulated with fertility drugs and inseminated.  She'd been told that she would give birth to several healthy females, no males, for their future livestock herd.  Nigger was inseminated at the same time.  Both were told that the next batch of eggs would be swapped over, Chattel would have Nigger's eggs and Nigger would have hers.

Chattel reached Master Larry's gate, it was closed.  She puzzled and whined about it for a few moments, then did nothing, waiting, nude, on all fours in the lane.

She didn't know how long it was until the gates clicked and swung open then she continued her crawl up the driveway.  By now her skin, hands and knees were burning under the hot road. She longed to crawl on the grass, but thought this would be wrong.

Finally she reached the entrance and Master Larry was waiting for her.  With other people?

"Welcome back Chattel!"  Master greeted.  "Did you have a good break from us?"

"Yes Master."

He laughed.

"Welcome back beast," the other person, Mistress Angela Chattel finally remembered,who moved in before her transformation.

"Thank you Mistress Angela."

A third woman, so beautiful, blonde and as perfect a young womanly hourglass figure as you could dream of, stepped forward and knelt at Chattel's head. She wore a simple long white summer dress, open for the most part except for a few buttons below breast and above her sex, so nothing was really concealed.  Chattel could see the woman's bare sex when she knelt down and her nipples poked out of the open top of the dress.  She was barefoot and wore nothing else, but had a small iron collar like Chattel's.

"Hello!"  The young women greeted Chattel warmly.  "My name's Julia, but Master is renaming me Jugs from today, and I'm going to be your mommy from now on."  Chattel was somehow warmed by that, it would be nice to have a mommy to look after her.  Julie reached under Chattel to weight her teats.  "I love your breasts, Master has told me I'll have the same treatment soon, so we'll both be able to give milk to all your babies.  And then," she was so enthusiastic Chattel began to feel love towards Jugs, "when you've given birth I'm going to be inseminated by Master, so he will have lots and lots of baby slavegirls in his herd." She gave Chattel's nipple's a playful squeeze.  "You'll be sleeping with me for the rest of your life."

Chattel liked that idea.

"Come inside."  Larry bent down and picked Chattel up, ignoring Angela's frown and pursed lips, he stuck his tongue out at her.

As Chattel was turned around she saw another woman, more a girl, no a Chinese women, in high heels, collar, slim with plump breasts holding the door open for them, she had a small white apron and cap on like a maid servant.

"This is Lo Wing the new house servant."  Larry said in passing.  Oh, Chattel thought, Master has a butler, and he carried her dreamily over the threshold.

The end.

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