Mr Edwards Part One

[gary]

This version has had some changes to it, the major one the Alternative Scene at the end of Part 2

MR. EDWARDS Part 1

It was almost the end of February; it was now the depths of winter. The snowfalls of December and early January formed an extremely uneven and almost rock-hard surface on sidewalks homeowners didn’t clear. The narrow and uneven paths made walking difficult, when one had to crow roads, one either had smooth ice that where the heavy graders had cleared the snow, or undulating ice rutted by cars tires in residential areas that the city only cleared once during the winter. Thanks to the city one also had to climb over hills of snow and ice dumped on the edges of the sidewalk by those same city graders. The weather had settled into a normal cold spell with temperatures only rising to around -20 C (-4 F) during the day (and even colder with the wind chill). People struggled to get to work, if you drove you made sure to plug your car in (1), If you took the bus you dressed in layers and hoped the bus wasn’t late, you only went out if you had to. Where the snow had laid undisturbed it still had that cold beauty, but everywhere else it was hard icy snow or piles of moved snow. The outside was to be endured. When the cold snap broke there would be skiing, snowmobiling and especially there was skating on outdoor and indoor rinks.

Claire was alone at home; her parents and younger sister Amanda had taken a trip and would be gone for a week. She had just gotten up and was wondering around the house in her blue satin nighty with spaghetti string straps when she heard the mail being delivered. She decided to just go and grab it, she opened the door and grabbed the mail, but all of a sudden Mr. Edwards was right there. Mr. Edwards had raped Claire when she was being shown off at the Sam Store opening as a slave sample. He had also tried to claim she was his slave and even whipped her at the store before being discovered. Before she could react, he had grabbed her hand and forced himself into the house. Claire was too shocked and terrified to respond, and as usual, she fell back on her slave mind.

“Look what we have here you little bitch. Because of you I’m up on charges.”

Claire could only weakly respond, “It’s your own fault, I didn’t make you whip me. You’re not supposed to come within twenty meters of me.”

“I bet they’d drop the charges if you were my slave, then everything I did was legal.”

“I wasn’t your slave; I’m a free woman.” Claire’s voice crocked.

“But if I make you my slave now, they will have to accept that you were just not my official slave yet.”

“I’m not your slave, now please go away.”

“I told you I’d have you and now is my chance, you won’t be able to deny it once I have you for a week, I know you parents are away so your dad can’t protect you.” He grabbed at her nighty to pull her closer but instead the straps became untied and it fell to the floor. Claire shrieked and being naked in front of him. She was used to being naked but didn’t want to be exposed in front of him after what had happened at Sam’s. Quickly he took hold of her arm and pulled her closer, then started squeezing her breasts, “Ya I told you I’d have these again, now I’ll have them permanently. Once its warm enough I’ll show you around town and in front of your parent’s home all collard and naked.”

Claire was helpless to resist, the combination of slave training and suddenness of his intrusion made it almost impossible for her to override her training. He then pulled her upstairs and looking in the rooms until he announced, “This is your parents’ room. I’m going to fuck my slave in here and humiliate both you and your father.” He pulled the covers off and threw her on the bed, he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, then he mounted the almost zombie slave girl and pushed his small, hard cock inside her and started humping her. He was so small, like last time she barely felt him, his jackhammering of her lasted barely two minutes and she felt him jerking as his warm seed entered her.

He got up and pushed the now flaccid penis in her face and demanded, “Clean it.” Claire obeyed, and licked his penis clean, after which he pulled up his pants and ordered her. “Where’s your phone, I need it to answer any messages your parents will send.” Acting like she was in a dream, she got up and went to her room and gave her phone to him. He then announced, “Now come with me, my truck’s in your driveway, its a short walk and your house is hidden behind bushes no one will see you leave with me.” He demanded she kneel. When she did, he placed a slave collar around her neck. “Now you’re my slave and there isn’t you or your dad can do about it, so get used to it. I told you I’d have you as my slave and I get what I want.” He attached a chain and led the submissive slave out of her home.

Quickly she was laying down in the back seat of his truck driving to his house. Claire was trying to clear her head but all too soon they arrived and parked in his attached garage. Dragged into her new prison he immediately demanded she make him something to eat. She had to try to find where everything was and eventually made him scrambled eggs and toast, which he ate while Claire sat on the floor taking the scrapes, he threw for her. While he went to watch TV Claire cleaned up, the kitchen was a disaster area, pans were everywhere and it took her a couple of hours to clean and get things in order.

Claire felt the collar around her neck and felt trapped. Her slave mind had been activated and she didn’t have the tools yet to fight it, she was his slave now. He came in and said, “Now your going to be punished for what you did to me. Bend over the table!”

Claire did as he commanded, he started hitting her with a slave whip, the sharp pain of each strike making her cry out. But what he didn’t know is that Claire had be trained to be a pain slave, to turn pain into pleasure, so every stroke hurt badly, but then quivers of pleasure would appear soon after.

One, Two, Three, Four, times her hit her, each time she tried not to let him see she was getting pleasure from it. Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, he continued, the force of his strikes flagging off, as he had never done anything like this and his first strikes were fueled by anger that was quickly satisfied. Soon he was just doing it because he though this was what he was supposed to do and it faded away by number fifteen.

She laid on the floor curled up, she cried and wanted him to know she was crying. This was the only way she could fight back, and maybe this would make him think she was now completely under his control.

She went back to work and soon had the house in order, the house wasn’t a mess, but it was disorganized. He had been divorced for ten years and over time he had been able to take a minimum care of the house. Claire was slowly waking up, but couldn’t yet find the will to escape. Her slave mind was still in charge, but was being challenged by her free self. But never the less, she continued to act acted as a proper slave. When she fucked him that night, she had him lay on his back and with her on top, he was out of shape anyways and preferred it, though he liked the idea of being on top and in control. She refused to use her special pleasuring techniques on him, or use slave pleasure on herself, but she did make sure he was pleasured better than he ever been in his life. She had to think of how to escape, call the police when he was gone, find a neighbour to help her? She had to think of something soon before her parents got home or this could turn ugly fast.

She had been with him three days, and he had become more affectionate towards her. She was hoping to lure him into a false sense of security so he would drop his guard. But then he announced he was taking her to a Justice of the Peace to officially enslave her. Claire first went into a panic, but realized that this was a chance to speak to a court official that she was a free woman who had been kidnapped into slavery by him.

The next day he brought her to the Justice of the Peace at the court house naked, so confident he how had her. Brought before the judge he announced, “I am here to legally declare this woman is my slave.”

But then, Claire shocked Mr. Edwards and spoke up, “I’m not a slave, I’m a free woman. He kidnapped me and this isn’t the first time. He’s on bail for attacking me in Regina, look it up.”

The judge said, “That’s a strong accusation slave. You had better be right.”

“Check my chip, it will read I’m not a slave.”

For a minute Mr. Edwards was unable to respond to this unexpected turn. Then he got angry and hit Claire with the back of his hand yelling, “How dare you disobey and embarrass me like this.” The judge called for the sheriffs to restrain him and they were separated. (2)

“I will not allow this outburst in my court.” She then ordered a search of current legal actions against Mr. John Edwards and that a chip reader be found. A search of court records showed he was accused of attacking a Claire Anderson and restraining order ordered him to remain at least twenty meters away from her. She then looked at Claire, “Miss Anderson, why did you allow him to take you in the first place?”

“It was a complete shock him coming up to my house and barging in. My parents and younger sister are gone for a week so there was no one else there to help me, and he knew that. I received slave training when I was graded and that took over until I could get my bearings. I played for time and I have been planning to try to contact the authorities but he beat me to it.”

Mr. Edwards broke in emotionally, “My wife left me ten years ago, this is the best sex I have ever had, she’s been taking care of me like my wife never did. Please I need her.”

The judge then questioned Claire, “Did he ever beat you, threaten you, or treat you badly in any way?”

“He beat me when we got to his house, and threatened me too. Not since then, but its only been three days.”

“Did you clean house, and extensively serve him non-sexually as well?”

“I was trying to keep busy, for myself and hoping it would keep him from abusing me.”

Mr. Edwards spoke up, “She has a slave star, right here.” Pointing to her right breast, “This says she should be a slave.”

The justice looked at Claire, “Is this true girl?”

“He’s exaggerating, it doesn’t mean that, it just means I was the best slave trainee.”

“So that means you’re a fully trained slave, not only that but the best in class. Maybe you should be a slave?”

“I keep telling you, I am not a slave, why won’t you believe me? You can’t grab a woman off the street and make her your slave, it would be a free for all!”

The judge told him, “I am going to have to involve the local Police in the matter of the kidnapping. However, I am not sure what to do about you miss.”

Claire was confused and was starting to worry, “What why, I’m not a slave, I don’t want to be a slave. It should be simple, send me home and send him to prison.”

“I am reluctant to separate a slave from its master, even if its less than legal.”

“Less that legal, he kidnapped me against my will!” Claire voice rose as she spoke, trying to hold back panic. “You can’t think of sending me back to him, he’ll kill me for what I did.”

“But you stayed, and took very good care of him.”

“I had too, don’t you understand?”

“Please calm down miss. I am going issue a Temporary Enslavement Order to allow him to keep you as his slave for thirty days and we will see if you feel the same after that time. I am also going to lay a protection order, he cannot punish you in any way for what you have done, and police will check on you every day to make sure he is following orders.”

“What, what, what are you doing?”

“I’m sure you can handle a little slavery, and if he steps out of line for one second, I’ll send you home. And he will still have the police investigation of this incident to contend with, though if you wish to stay his slave, I think almost all of the charges and investigations will be dropped.”

Claire heart dropped, she was trapped by the law and was now his slave. A chip encoder was produced and her chip was re-written as “Slave” and “Property of Mr. Edwards”.

The new slave went back to her new home like a zombie. She couldn’t believe what happened, what would she say to her parents? How could this happen, is this even legal? She didn’t know what to do. Should she try to get a lawyer? Should she let her slave mind take over so it would be easier to be his slave?

Claire felt broken, and acted almost like she was sleepwalking doing her basic slave duties. It also very tense for a while as Master Robert stewed in his anger over what HIS slave did to him. Slowly his anger abated as he took Claire’s semi-awake state as being broken.

After a while Claire realized that she was finding it easy carry out her duties as a slave. She didn’t like being a slave, she didn’t like him, but somehow everything, including the sex, was “easy” to do. She couldn’t understand it, it wasn’t “Slave Mind” taking over, she knew what that felt like. This was different, while most unwilling slaves would suffer mental trauma at having to do all that a slave did, Claire could do her slave duties and not feel bad about it. She could have her mouth pleasuring his cock, rolling her tongue around the cock head and then deep throat him and not feel like she was being abused. She hated him and her situation, but somehow it wasn’t interfering with her being a good slave. Claire started to worry, was she now a slave, if she left Mr. Edwards would she just end up a slave to someone else? She tried repeating to herself, “I Am Not A Slave! I Am A Free Woman!” But she didn’t feel the words were convincing.

Claire had been responding to phone calls and texts, being overseen by her master, with vague language and small talk. She had hoped she would be back home before her family but now something had to be said so her family isn’t and shock and her father doesn’t come charging in with a shotgun. Finally, after explaining the threat to master, she messaged her older sister, Anne, in Calgary and tried to explain her situation. She was careful, she didn’t want to sound desperate and in need of rescue. She reassured her sister she was OK, and that her sister would have to try to break the news to her parents and help keep their father under control. Her sister’s response was in barely disguised anger and panic, informing Claire she would get in touch with their parents’ lawyer so he would have a advance heads up and also help deal with their parents.

The flurry of messages over the next day and a half were difficult to took keep up with as her parents and their lawyer all got in touch with her. Mr. Edwards refused all calls from her parents (of course) but did have to give way to the family lawyer, Mr. Davydenko with two police officers and a Writ of Habeas Corpus. (3) Assured that Claire was in good health and that the justice’s instructions were being carried out, he left giving her a hug. Unfortunately, nothing could be done, the earliest a court date was available was in sixty-four days, and by then it would be over, so Claire was stuck. The lawyer arranged for her to meet her family at a natural location, with much tears shed. Her father was given a prescription for valium to keep him from losing control of his anger.

Claire started getting nightmares where she was locked in a cage and forgotten about. She would yell and scream to be taken home, then call for anyone to take her. But no one would respond, leaving Claire to die cold and alone. This caused her to become jumpy and anxious during the day. She could still carry out all of her slave duties, but when she was left alone the wall would feel like they were closing in. Having master around at least gave her something to do, and not be alone.

Claire decided to survive she would have to let her slave mind take charge, it should let her feel happy to be a slave and hopefully help with her anxiety by making her happy to be a slave. But found that even with it in control Claire found she was happy to be a slave, but still disgusted with Master John. He was still obnoxious and a braggart; he smelled of stale beer and grease; his preferred television entertainment was wrestling, slave stories, and anything with sex and violence; there was nothing in the house to read but supermarket tabloids. Her slave mind let her survive, and even thrive a bit, by giving her a feeling of happiness from performing her slave duties. It made her feel loyalty to her master, overcoming her feeling about his hygiene and personal tastes. In fact, it she came to feel a sense of triumph in overcoming his unpleasant aspects to serve him so well as a slave.

Claire would greet him on his return from work by pleasuring him with her mouth, but only using a basic technique. He enjoyed it immensely, and would praise his “Hot cock sucking slave” often holding on to her head as she worked his cock. He enjoyed the meals she made him and usually just sat in front of the TV with a beer, which suited Claire as it meant she could avoid interacting with him using the excuse of cleaning up after supper. This allowed her to turn off her slave mind and let “Free Claire” have control of her mind, helping to ensure her slave mind wouldn’t be permeant. The problem was that when her free self was back out, her real feeling about situation would make her so upset she would be reduced to tears. Free Claire was almost a spit personality (aka. Dissociative identity disorder) wanting to be free and hating her situation, but also finding being a slave easy.

Often Mr. Edwards just fell asleep in front of the TV, which made it easier for Claire. She would give him a pillow and a blanket so it looked like she was taking good care of him, but she was really just trying to keep him unconscious as long as possible. Sometimes she would have to wake him to get him to bed and getting him into his sleepwear. She would finish up by using her mouth to get his penis hard and then mount him, finishing her slave duties. He always wanted her to sleep in the bed with him, naked of course, so he could occasionally feel her up. There were more than a few times that he had her cuddle with him while he slept. Claire did notice after a while that Mr. Edwards was in a better mood, and tried to give Claire some pleasure by rubbing her clitoris, and even buying a vibrator to use on her which although he was clumsy, she did enjoy.

To improve his body odor, she invited him into the shower with her, washing him down with soap and water and shampooing his hair all while making finding ways to make it sexy. Claire also worked hard to get his clothes clean and ironed to make him more presentable. Soon people were commenting his improved appearance and attitude, and as people treated him better Mr. Edwards felt better about himself and acted better.

Claire had fewer nightmares, but now when she was caged and alone, she would be rescued but Mr. Edwards. The change in her nightmares worried her, what did it mean? Did she want to be Mr. Edwards slave? Was her mind telling her this was her life now?

So, who was Mr. John Edwards? Fifty-six years old, overweight (but not obese), average height, dark brown hair and brown eyes, below average in looks. His father, illiterate, never went to high school and spent his life doing menial jobs. His mother was a drunk, she occasionally beat him, but the worst part was her just not being there, physically or emotionally. He grew up doing poorly in school, academically and socially. The school counsellor suggested he be put into a trade school, where he did much better and became a Machinery Mechanic at an aging local factory. He got married to Elizabeth, but it was a loveless marriage. They had one daughter, Joan, which his wife took far away when she left him a decade ago and hadn’t heard from since. He was a braggart because he was insecure, he was loud because he wanted attention, and a bit of a pervert because he was emotionally stunted. He also made no effort to help improve himself.


One day he brought home three of his friends they had been drinking but weren’t drunk, just loud. Claire knew what she would have to do, even though the thought disgusted her. To each of them she unzipped their pants and pleased them orally. Her audience roared encouragement and lude comments as she did her duty with each of her customers. Her mind told her to do her duty and please her masters friends giving her a sense of fulfillment for being a good slave. Unfortunately, their drinking made them more flaccid that usual and it took more work to finish each job. Her whole mouth was covered inside and out with cum, and swallowing it all made her sick to her stomach. When she had finally finished her work, she brought them cold beers with a smile and submissive words, then she had a ginger ale after first washing out her mouth in the kitchen. She sat with them, being passed around so each could molest her body, and although they all smelled of grease, sweat and bad cologne, she would pretend she enjoyed it. After a while she brought each of them, one at a time, to the bedroom to use her body for their pleasure. Sucking on their medium sized cocks to get them hard then spreading her legs and having them mount her all the while telling them they were so big they were hurting her and it felt so good. One by one they had their turn. Claire was happy to shower herself off when the evening ended and just have to service her master, being with him alone gave her a feeling of being safe.

Claire came to a possibly dangerous decision, to use slave pleasure on herself so she would feel better about serving him. She had used it in the past and not found herself emotionally enslaved to her partner, but the last time she had used it the orgasm had been so explosive she pretty well lost her mind for over a day. She did it twelve days into her service, she was sitting on his cock and he was thrusting from below when she unleashed the technique on herself. Quickly she found pleasure forming over her whole body rising like a fire. Even her fingertips were feeling the effect and Claire began to breath faster, almost hyperventilating. Soon her whole body and brain exploded in spasms of pleasure and she collapsed beside her confused master drenched in sweat. His worried attempts to communicate were met with caresses and smiles. It took an hour before Claire was able to tell her master that she had used a self pleasuring technique on herself, later explaining that she rarely does it because its so intense. But it had its effect, she now LIKED her master, and it now began to enjoy serving him.

Claire was starting to notice that Master John was becoming a better person, his attitude was improving, he was less angry and more relaxed. On the few times they went out shopping wasn’t as loud when talking to people, he was friendlier and even helpful to people. On these trips Clare wore her regular clothing, and these trips were infrequent as the temperatures were rarely rising above -20 Celsius (-4 F) and just going outside became more of an endurance activity.

At home he even helped out cleaning up, he would sneak up behind her and start kissing her neck and caress her and gently entering her, their bodies moving much more in rhythm. He would use the vibrator to pleasure her during these times and at night would hold her close after sex. In the evenings while watching TV, when she wasn’t busy, instead of having her sit on the floor he would have sit on his lap cuddled up beside him.

As for Claire she found their fuck sessions much more fun with him trying to please her asking her to tell him what she liked and what to do. Now instead of her just laying on top of him he would caress and kiss her, then lick and suck on her nipples and use the vibrator on her clitoris to arouse he. Then she would now give her special blowjob by licking the head of hic penis, rolling her tongue around it, then slowly pushing the head in while pressing down with her lips. As it moved through her mouth her tongue would pleasure it as it moved down here throat. It didn’t go far but she made a show of it choking her as she bobbed her head back and forth on the now rock-hard cock as she caressed his balls. She would slowly release it from her mouth then slowly lower self on to his cock, then concentrating, she would use her vaginal muscles to roll around his manhood and give him pleasure like no other, leaving him breathing rapidly, drenched in sweat, and so happy.


Again, Claire found herself before the Justice. After talking to Mr. Edwards, she asked why Claire’s mood had swung so dramatically back and forth. Claire had to explain about “slave pleasure” to the full court and how she had originally triggered it to survive the original thirty-day term by making her like her master. Then how it triggered itself and made her love him, but that she was able to break through and turn off her “slave mind” (which she also had to explain).

Claire testified, “Although I was horrified at the idea of serving him, I was able to get past it and allow myself both to be a good slave to him, and even like and enjoy it. But that is a result of my training that made me a good and obedient slave that did my best to make him happy. But its not because I want to be his slave, its training and well essentially brainwashing myself. And even though he has become a much better person I still want to be free and go home.”


(1) The plug is for the block heater that warms the engine and especially the oil. Many parking lots, businesses and other buildings have electrical sockets to plug your car in while at work.
(2) Sheriffs in Canada are not officers of the law but officers of the court.
(3) A Writ of Habeas Corpus is actually used for people detained by the State. However here it has been expanded to include slaves.

[orflash64]

It's a better rewrite Gary, still some spelling errors.
You didn't want to use my Truth Mode on the collar idea? Where the Judge asks Claire if she enjoyed being slave fucked, and being made to tell the truth the Judge lets Mr. Edwards have her for awhile.

[gary]

This still a minor rewrite, needs more work. I had just thought of a variant of your idea, the collar measures a slaves arousal (of course a quick inspection of a slaves cunt would show that just as easily). I am a bit of a nit picker, there have been numerous bells and whistles suggested for slave collars, but the more you have the greater the power needed. You'd need more than one collar, one completely charged the other in use. Or maybe a removable battery pack, which would need a key to access. But then such a small lock would be easily broken. The one problem I have is that you can end up having the collar do almost anything you want. I once talked to Joe Doe about using nanites to control slaves, the invade the pleasure/pain centers and causing the slave pleasure or pain at the push of a button. And I did have that sex toy in "From Vacation to Slave Training: Part Three" that did much the same,

[TheL]

Well my add on was just a green light blinking if she speaks the truth and a red light blinks if she less than truthful. Not much power involved and The collar is monitoring her vital signs anyway.
The Judge sees this as not a big deal to leave Claire enslaved if she is enjoying herself playing slave and getting slave fucked. She doesn't want to admit she enjoys it, but deep down she desires it.
And what about the estranged son from Texas that claims the new slave and Claire and possibly her sister? In Texas it's warm, no need for slaves to wear protective clothes. A possible 3 sisters Sandy Foot Girl environment for the story to continue.