After her painful and humiliating branding that was broadcasted live across the nation. And was replayed for weeks afterward.
Mom was allowed a few days of rest as she recovered from her branding.
She still couldn’t believe how fast her life had changed. Just days before she was a prominent powerful and wealthy woman. Creating and voting on legislation to enslave people had a sense of power that only a dictator of some banana republic could enjoy.
Her fall from grace was so swift she thought as she was forced to part with her smart looking business suit and heels on live Tv. She replayed the whole scene over and over in her head, feeling so vulnerable and naked in front of the cameras.
Now she was in her kennel in the back room of the suck lounge. She did appreciate the quietness. Being out of the lime light That had totally exhausted her She did need a rest. Her handler known as Butch would come in and feed her kibble, water. He’d take her out back to a fenced area to pee and poop, then she’d have to bag it, throw it in a trash can and take a scoop of lime from a bucket and spread where she made her deposit at.
Mom hated that ritual.
“ Why can’t slaves have toilets? “
She wondered.
Plus it was winter time in DC. Snow and ice doesn’t feel good to the bare feet. And when there is no snow the green but wet fescue grass just ain’t the same as the lush soft zoysia or Bermuda that’s more prominent in the southern states.
Yep it was obvious that mom was missing home.
Butch would let her take a short mildly warm shower, it was never hot or relaxing in any way. Just enough to get clean and shave everything. Mom quickly went back to slave mode and did these things quickly so it doesn’t waste any more of her handlers time, than absolutely necessary.
She did try to make small talk with Butch. By asking if she could be promoted to being at least a 2 or 3 star expert slave.
He would just laugh hysterically right in her face.
“ Everyone starts at the bottom Honey! “
He would tell her sarcastically.
But within time mom would earn her stars.
All the young slaves that were currently working the floor were wondering why they enslaved someone so old to work the suck bar.
Most if not all of there brains were all ready mush. As we know unless it’s a new slave that’s just come off the street, none of them would know of mom or the circumstances that’s landed her there. Slaves don’t watch the news or keep up with politics. All the Tv they get usually revolves around hard core slave porn, which is primarily used for training purposes. Injections of horny juice, kibble, water and the threat of the whip is pretty much all the slave needs to keep them in line.
They all wondered if mom had what it took to be a model slave. And within a few days of rest she was put on the floor to prove herself.
Of course at first some of them picked on her and bullied her a little. But when they all witnessed the horrific brutality mom took from her former leftest colleagues that hated her guts. She won total respect from them all.
All moms holes were getting stretched, she was worked over so hard and long until she just passed out and had to be carried to the back to recover.
Within the weeks the new had worn off and her more favorable colleagues got her chance at her. Namely that group of Oligarchs that just worshipped the ground she walked on, at full range to do to her as they pleased.
This was a big ego boost for her youngest personal assistant Michele.
Michele loved having her former boss on her knees between her legs for a change. Mom was bad about giving Michele all the shit jobs. Now it was Michele’s place to give a little payback.
Michele was also the one that helped herself to mom’s personal belongings. She’d flaunt mom’s jewelry, outfits her favorite high heeled shoes and boots and even her lingerie.
That kind of bothered mom. Lingerie is sort of a personal item you know. When mom was forced to lick the soles of her own former boots, take them off Michels feet, then suck on her toes. Lick her soles and lick her way up her legs and eat her out from her own crotch less panties. That was almost too much to bare.
“ If I could just get to a phone one time! “
Mom would say to herself. As she wanted so bad to call Misty and have her jump Michele in the parking lot and beat her ass to a bloody pulp. That revenge would be so sweet.
Within time mom made good friends with all the young slaves. They all looked up to her as if she was their mom too. And she got promoted her stars within time. It wasn’t as if there was any real privilege in any of it. But just having them on her collar was a goal worth working for. And mom didn’t mind the work one bit cause it did pass the time.
Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Misty and Crystals view points.
After witnessing mom’s humiliating trial and branding. With no way to help mom in anyway, the girls went straight back to the hotel and cried the evening away. Though they both were young adult women, they’d never been without their mother. Their dad died when they were still small so they grew up not really knowing him in real meaningful ways, since he was always fighting the war in the years of their youth.
Mom explained to them that he was a complicated man. Wars do that to men. When he was home in the states he obsessed about the next mission so much that he wanted to be back in the jungle.
The girls were young back then remembered how mom sat on the edge of the couch chain smoking her cigarettes and sipping her drinks as Uncle Walter came on the news every night and said we were winning the war.
The last letter that came from daddy said he was ready to come home. He wasn’t gonna sign up for another round of service. And he wanted to be home with his young wife to raise his girls.
Mom felt relieved reading that letter. But why? He loved the Marines in his mind there was nothing that compared to the Marines. The sense of service and duty. It was if he was born for that life. Mom wondered why the change of heart if we were winning the war? She felt that he knew things that Uncle Walter didn’t tell us about on the news every night.
Then the uniformed men came to the door. Mom knew what this meant, she’d seen the sad scene play out watching all the other wives in the apartment complex. And then it was her turn.
Misty and Crystal watched mom as she hit her knees busting out crying. Her life fell completely apart.
They remembered daddy coming back in a flag draped casket, they remembered the 21 guns blast at Arlington at his funeral and the Marine with the white gloves handing mom that neatly folded American flag.
The war ended a month later. Mom sat on the couch getting drunk as the helicopters were flying people off the roof of the embassy building in Saigon.
Then she watched them shove a helicopter off of a ship into the water.
She leapt from the couch throwing the filth of whiskey bottle right into the Tv shattering the screen.
“ I thought we were winning the God damn war? “
She yells in a rage scaring young Misty and Crystal to death.
Yep Uncle Walter was a liar. And life for the 3 of them would never be the same.
But the girls being as young as they was and didn’t know there daddy like most kids do. Made the adjustment a lot more smoothly than mom did.
But watching her trial and branding was like a funeral in itself for them. Even though it was only for a couple of years that felt like an eternity at the time for them. They may not have known their daddy well but they knew mom and they depended on her her. And this was gonna be a big adjustment for the two of them.
After a good cry Misty joined Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Jack at the Hotel bar. The three of them got drunk together.
Crystal just cried herself to sleep cause she don’t drink.
The following day The four of them did a self guiding tour around DC. It just wasn’t the same. Mom always promised to take them to DC to show them around and this really wasn’t the same.
They found their way to the Vietnam memorial. That big wall with all the mens names that died in the war. They found their daddy’s name and the twins stood a reef of flowers against the wall and both stood to the sides of his name they smile as Aunt Cheryl takes their picture, both were in matching dresses.
Jack then placed a six pack of Budweiser next to the flowers and a pack of cigarettes on top of it.
Cheryl breaks down first missing her younger brother. Misty and Crystal quickly comes to her, they have a loving group hug crying together. Jack steps away about 10 ft. And cries by himself, being the big man that he is he doesn’t want anyone to see him cry.
After this they go back to the hotel, Jack, Cheryl and Misty gets drunk again, while Crystal lays alone in bed trying to figure out what to do when they get back home. She knows she has to step up and fill moms shoes so to speak, cause Misty is much to immature to do so.
The responsibilities of running mom’s empire. Paying bills, making the payroll. Paying taxes, keeping up shopping centers, apartment complexes, leasing homes, buying homes, selling homes, building homes. All of this was stressing Crystal out. Though Cheryl was there and she was equally as knowledgeable if not more so than mom to run the show. Crystal At barely 21 years old felt the enormous responsibility that it was her place to do so.
Mom had been grooming her for her entire life to take the company over. But she was second guessing herself was she really ready for this?
She knew the day would some day come, maybe 15 or 20 years down the road. She wasn’t expecting mom to get enslaved. Which is radically changing the course they were on together.
After witnessing mom’s humiliating trial and branding. With no way to help mom in anyway, the girls went straight back to the hotel and cried the evening away. Though they both were young adult women, they’d never been without their mother. Their dad died when they were still small so they grew up not really knowing him in real meaningful ways, since he was always fighting the war in the years of their youth.
Mom explained to them that he was a complicated man. Wars do that to men. When he was home in the states he obsessed about the next mission so much that he wanted to be back in the jungle.
The girls were young back then remembered how mom sat on the edge of the couch chain smoking her cigarettes and sipping her drinks as Uncle Walter came on the news every night and said we were winning the war.
The last letter that came from daddy said he was ready to come home. He wasn’t gonna sign up for another round of service. And he wanted to be home with his young wife to raise his girls.
Mom felt relieved reading that letter. But why? He loved the Marines in his mind there was nothing that compared to the Marines. The sense of service and duty. It was if he was born for that life. Mom wondered why the change of heart if we were winning the war? She felt that he knew things that Uncle Walter didn’t tell us about on the news every night.
Then the uniformed men came to the door. Mom knew what this meant, she’d seen the sad scene play out watching all the other wives in the apartment complex. And then it was her turn.
Misty and Crystal watched mom as she hit her knees busting out crying. Her life fell completely apart.
They remembered daddy coming back in a flag draped casket, they remembered the 21 guns blast at Arlington at his funeral and the Marine with the white gloves handing mom that neatly folded American flag.
The war ended a month later. Mom sat on the couch getting drunk as the helicopters were flying people off the roof of the embassy building in Saigon.
Then she watched them shove a helicopter off of a ship into the water.
She leapt from the couch throwing the filth of whiskey bottle right into the Tv shattering the screen.
“ I thought we were winning the God damn war? “
She yells in a rage scaring young Misty and Crystal to death.
Yep Uncle Walter was a liar. And life for the 3 of them would never be the same.
But the girls being as young as they was and didn’t know there daddy like most kids do. Made the adjustment a lot more smoothly than mom did.
But watching her trial and branding was like a funeral in itself for them. Even though it was only for a couple of years that felt like an eternity at the time for them. They may not have known their daddy well but they knew mom and they depended on her her. And this was gonna be a big adjustment for the two of them.
After a good cry Misty joined Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Jack at the Hotel bar. The three of them got drunk together.
Crystal just cried herself to sleep cause she don’t drink.
The following day The four of them did a self guiding tour around DC. It just wasn’t the same. Mom always promised to take them to DC to show them around and this really wasn’t the same.
They found their way to the Vietnam memorial. That big wall with all the mens names that died in the war. They found their daddy’s name and the twins stood a reef of flowers against the wall and both stood to the sides of his name they smile as Aunt Cheryl takes their picture, both were in matching dresses.
Jack then placed a six pack of Budweiser next to the flowers and a pack of cigarettes on top of it.
Cheryl breaks down first missing her younger brother. Misty and Crystal quickly comes to her, they have a loving group hug crying together. Jack steps away about 10 ft. And cries by himself, being the big man that he is he doesn’t want anyone to see him cry.
After this they go back to the hotel, Jack, Cheryl and Misty gets drunk again, while Crystal lays alone in bed trying to figure out what to do when they get back home. She knows she has to step up and fill moms shoes so to speak, cause Misty is much to immature to do so.
The responsibilities of running mom’s empire. Paying bills, making the payroll. Paying taxes, keeping up shopping centers, apartment complexes, leasing homes, buying homes, selling homes, building homes. All of this was stressing Crystal out. Though Cheryl was there and she was equally as knowledgeable if not more so than mom to run the show. Crystal At barely 21 years old felt the enormous responsibility that it was her place to do so.
Mom had been grooming her for her entire life to take the company over. But she was second guessing herself was she really ready for this?
She knew the day would some day come, maybe 15 or 20 years down the road. She wasn’t expecting mom to get enslaved. Which is radically changing the course they were on together.
Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Part 2
As time passed mom’s natural work ethic definitely got noticed by the upper management that owned and run the suck bar. And she did earn them stars and was considered a way above average model slave, so much so that she was sort of promoted to what seemed like a supervisory roll. After a few months in this roll other high rolling types noticed moms extraordinary abilities and was requesting her services. Of course her owners at the time wasn’t just gonna turn her loose to them. But after several meetings of endless negotiations a contract was drawn up.
Mom had no idea she was in demand like this. All of these negotiations were being done over at corporate headquarters where ever that was? She had no idea. But she figured it was in some sleazy back office by a bunch of corrupt sleazy men. Cause that’s how these things always goes down.
She knew something was up when Butch woke her up extra early one morning.
“ Honey you’ve done such a good job that they’re sending you on a vacation. “
“ Vacation? “
Mom asks with excitement.
“ Does this mean I get to go home? “
“ Where’s home? “
“ Back to Mississippi. “
“ Mississippi? He’ll no! I wouldn’t even admit that that was my home! Why the Hell do you want to go there? “
“ That’s where my girls are! I miss them! “
“ You need to forget about them right now. You’re going somewhere much better than that. “
“ Where? “
“ You’ll figure it out when you get there. Just you be on your best behavior and don’t embarrass us! These people paying big money for your ass! “
Butch explained as he shoved that plastic tube up her ass for her morning enima.
Once she expels it out onto the back lawn, she was surprised that Butch didn’t make her clean it up. She was quickly rushed to the shower. A quick shower and shave Butch picks up a gag and looks at it, then back at her, as if he’s thinking about gagging her. He decides against it. Moms surprised that he shows that much trust in her. But he doesn’t hesitate to but plug her ass. She’s also put into a different kennel with a packet of papers securely taped to the side. She was rolled outside where a delivery truck was waiting. It said Slave Express on the side of it.
Butch for the first time locked her kennel with a real lock, not no cheap plastic shit. mom took that gesture as if Butch really cared for her, wanting to keep her safe. The lock looked sturdy it was one of them round shaped locks that ain’t easy to cut off. He stuck the key through the cage.
“ Put it into your mouth and by no means don’t swallow it. You’ll give it to a man that’s wearing a red shirt, he will be your handler. “
The driver of the truck opened the doors. From the side of the truck he pushed the buttons that worked a lift gate, it lowers he folds it out, stands on it and raises himself up to the back of the truck, where he lays a sturdy pallet onto the lift gate. It and the driver return to the ground. Butch and the driver lifts moms more sturdy kennel onto the pallet, and the driver secures mom’s kennel to the pallet with sturdy plastic straps. She’s then raised up to the back of the truck.
“ See ya in about 6 weeks Honey. “
Butch said to her, as the driver rams a pallet Jack under her pallet she’s raised slightly and rolled into the truck.
“ Well at least I know I’m gonna be gone 6 weeks.”
Moms rammed into the pallet in front of her. Looking straight at the plugged ass of the slave in front of her.
The shipping papers on the slaves cage to her right said Oklahoma City.
The slave on her left papers said Salt Lake City Utah. Both slaves were gagged and couldn’t tell mom where her papers were addressed to.
The truck doors closed, the truck moved about bumping along, stopping and going through red lights bouncing over curbs. Truck stops picks up more slaves here and there. When the truck was full it was driven somewheres where it finally stops. Backup beeper truck moves backwards until it hits the dock. Door rolls up, a man with a clip board stands there as each slave is picked up with a forklift. The man with the clipboard checks off each slave as the forklift drivers effectively unloads the truck.
“ Trucking terminal? “
Mom wonders.
Then she hears the sound of jets taking off and landing.
“ I’m at an airport? “
She’s soon put onto a cargo plane. It soon taxis down the runway and takes off.
Hours pass.
“ I need to pee! “
With no other option she just pees inside her cage.
“ Oh this sucks! They should at least give me potty breaks along the way! “
Finally the plane touched down. The cargo door lowers. She sees sunlight and warm air.
“ I got to be in the south? Florida maybe?…No way I’ve been on a plane to long for that! “
A forklift moves her about and puts her onto a small truck of a thing that transports her along the outside of the terminal. She looks inside the windows as she passed at all the people walking about. And she finally sees a sign.
Welcome to the US Virgin Islands.
Mom gets excited.
“ I am on vacation! “
The real question now is? Why have they shipped her here? Cause she doubts that she’s gonna be lounging around on the beech sipping Margaritas.
As time passed mom’s natural work ethic definitely got noticed by the upper management that owned and run the suck bar. And she did earn them stars and was considered a way above average model slave, so much so that she was sort of promoted to what seemed like a supervisory roll. After a few months in this roll other high rolling types noticed moms extraordinary abilities and was requesting her services. Of course her owners at the time wasn’t just gonna turn her loose to them. But after several meetings of endless negotiations a contract was drawn up.
Mom had no idea she was in demand like this. All of these negotiations were being done over at corporate headquarters where ever that was? She had no idea. But she figured it was in some sleazy back office by a bunch of corrupt sleazy men. Cause that’s how these things always goes down.
She knew something was up when Butch woke her up extra early one morning.
“ Honey you’ve done such a good job that they’re sending you on a vacation. “
“ Vacation? “
Mom asks with excitement.
“ Does this mean I get to go home? “
“ Where’s home? “
“ Back to Mississippi. “
“ Mississippi? He’ll no! I wouldn’t even admit that that was my home! Why the Hell do you want to go there? “
“ That’s where my girls are! I miss them! “
“ You need to forget about them right now. You’re going somewhere much better than that. “
“ Where? “
“ You’ll figure it out when you get there. Just you be on your best behavior and don’t embarrass us! These people paying big money for your ass! “
Butch explained as he shoved that plastic tube up her ass for her morning enima.
Once she expels it out onto the back lawn, she was surprised that Butch didn’t make her clean it up. She was quickly rushed to the shower. A quick shower and shave Butch picks up a gag and looks at it, then back at her, as if he’s thinking about gagging her. He decides against it. Moms surprised that he shows that much trust in her. But he doesn’t hesitate to but plug her ass. She’s also put into a different kennel with a packet of papers securely taped to the side. She was rolled outside where a delivery truck was waiting. It said Slave Express on the side of it.
Butch for the first time locked her kennel with a real lock, not no cheap plastic shit. mom took that gesture as if Butch really cared for her, wanting to keep her safe. The lock looked sturdy it was one of them round shaped locks that ain’t easy to cut off. He stuck the key through the cage.
“ Put it into your mouth and by no means don’t swallow it. You’ll give it to a man that’s wearing a red shirt, he will be your handler. “
The driver of the truck opened the doors. From the side of the truck he pushed the buttons that worked a lift gate, it lowers he folds it out, stands on it and raises himself up to the back of the truck, where he lays a sturdy pallet onto the lift gate. It and the driver return to the ground. Butch and the driver lifts moms more sturdy kennel onto the pallet, and the driver secures mom’s kennel to the pallet with sturdy plastic straps. She’s then raised up to the back of the truck.
“ See ya in about 6 weeks Honey. “
Butch said to her, as the driver rams a pallet Jack under her pallet she’s raised slightly and rolled into the truck.
“ Well at least I know I’m gonna be gone 6 weeks.”
Moms rammed into the pallet in front of her. Looking straight at the plugged ass of the slave in front of her.
The shipping papers on the slaves cage to her right said Oklahoma City.
The slave on her left papers said Salt Lake City Utah. Both slaves were gagged and couldn’t tell mom where her papers were addressed to.
The truck doors closed, the truck moved about bumping along, stopping and going through red lights bouncing over curbs. Truck stops picks up more slaves here and there. When the truck was full it was driven somewheres where it finally stops. Backup beeper truck moves backwards until it hits the dock. Door rolls up, a man with a clip board stands there as each slave is picked up with a forklift. The man with the clipboard checks off each slave as the forklift drivers effectively unloads the truck.
“ Trucking terminal? “
Mom wonders.
Then she hears the sound of jets taking off and landing.
“ I’m at an airport? “
She’s soon put onto a cargo plane. It soon taxis down the runway and takes off.
Hours pass.
“ I need to pee! “
With no other option she just pees inside her cage.
“ Oh this sucks! They should at least give me potty breaks along the way! “
Finally the plane touched down. The cargo door lowers. She sees sunlight and warm air.
“ I got to be in the south? Florida maybe?…No way I’ve been on a plane to long for that! “
A forklift moves her about and puts her onto a small truck of a thing that transports her along the outside of the terminal. She looks inside the windows as she passed at all the people walking about. And she finally sees a sign.
Welcome to the US Virgin Islands.
Mom gets excited.
“ I am on vacation! “
The real question now is? Why have they shipped her here? Cause she doubts that she’s gonna be lounging around on the beech sipping Margaritas.
Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Part 3
The little transport truck finally comes to a stop, and a forklift picks mom up and transports her across another dock and onto another truck. This truck didn’t have other slaves on it but just general freight.
Moms then forced to wait until the truck is full. Doors pulled down, and the truck takes off.
About a half hour passes truck stops, driver unloads a pallet, more lift gate action.
Then another stop and another. Mom gets moved about on the truck. Truck driver does a lot of cussing, apparently the truck ain’t loaded right.
I know a lot about that shit, that’s what I do at my job lol.
Finally the truck stops again and its moms turn to get off.
She spots the guy in the red shirt.
“ That must be my handler? “
She says to herself.
He looked young probably mid 20’s he was blonde, handsome and built. He wore a red tee shirt, khaki shorts and tennis shoes. Quite casual she thought expecting him to have a uniform with utility belt with all them torturous slave control tools. He didn’t really acknowledge mom personally he just treated her like freight. The driver helped him load mom onto another cart, then he took the pack of papers from the side of the cage and ripped open the plastic and opened up her file, then checked the lock on the kennel making sure it hadn’t been tampered with. He then looked mom over checking her brand’s making sure he had the right slave. Once satisfied he signed the drivers paperwork taking her into his custody.
They were at a marina where lots of boats were docked. He rolls her along until they stopped by a speed boat, that looked like something a drug dealer would use. By himself he loaded mom onto the boat and secured the kennel.
“ Really? Are we gonna go so fast that my cage has to be tied down? “
Mom mumbles to herself.
He gets into the drivers seat and fired it up. The thing rumbles like Misty’s SS Nova does when she fires it up.
“ Shit! What’s he got powering this thing? A 454?”
He idles it away from the marina then takes off like a jet across the water.
“ Damn! I guess I did need to be tied down! “
Mom had been on a lot of boat’s before but never no boat as fast as this one.
“ Misty would love this shit! “
She takes in the beautiful scenery of the white sandy beaches, palm trees and all the people on the beach’s and condominiums beyond it.
They soon come towards a smaller island with a large mansion on it.
“ That must be where the big boss lives? “
Mom says to herself. It was surrounded by more palm trees, banana trees with lush flowers and flowering shrubs. And of course more beaches To her it looked just like paradise.
The boat slows and bumps into the dock. Her handler quickly secures the boat and looks back at her and smiles at her for the first time.
“ My name is Tommy, I’m gonna be your handler.”
He said politely.
Mom just nods, she’s not sure yet what to say or how to say it. He seems nice, which is not what she was expecting.
He then held his hand down to the front of the cage.
She then remembered that the key was in her mouth. It had been there so long within her lower lip that she’d gotten used to it. So she flips it around within her mouth with her tongue and takes it between her front teeth and leaned forward against the mesh wire of the kennel.
Tommy takes the key and quickly unlocks the lock and removed it. He then opens the kennel door and mom on her knees with her hands zip tied behind her back sort of crawls out. Tommy helps her to her feet.
He then cut her zip ties off. And pulled her but plug out and tossed it back into the empty kennel.
“ Let’s see if I can get you out of that collar. “
He pulls a key ring from his pocket with lots of different small keys. After trying several of them he finds the one that fits, and the tight steel collar just springs open.
“ We’ll just lock it on to your kennel until it’s time for you to be shipped back. “
“ I don’t want to go back! “
She says to herself all ready falling in love with this place.
“ Walk with me. “
He says with her file in his hand, they walk together across the beach and up a sandy path that curves through the lush landscape and towards a building.
“ I think as a slave you’ll find your accommodations and assignments here much better than probably you’re used to. “
Mom again just nods in agreement with him.
Without collar, zip ties or cuffs, and no threatening tools pointing her way. Or anyone yelling at her. Even though she’s still slave naked this was definitely a big improvement than any other slave experience she’d had in the past.
They walk into a door of the building. There were offices. Rest rooms and a kitchen. And some double doors that led into what looked like a large gymnasium. They walk into it.
“ This is the slave quarters. “
Mom looks around the large room.
“ But I’m the only slave here? Were they all at? “
“ They’re on their way. There was a problem in shipping. You were supposed to arrive with 2 more. I’ll have to go pick them up soon. “
“ All this space for just 3 slaves? “
She then catches herself figuring that she probably shouldn’t be asking questions. Slaves are supposed to be just seen and not heard.
“ Please forgive me master, it’s probably none of my business. “
“ Oh that’s fine. It’s okay to ask me questions. We got a shipment of slaves coming in tomorrow. “
Mom just nods again.
She’s so surprised at his kindness. Other slaves that she’s known before would try to take advantage of this, cause slaves and people in general can take kindness for weakness and try to manipulate them.
Mom sees him as kind and at this stage in life there is no way she wants to fuck up a good thing. She’d like to make it through this enslavement as smooth as possible so she can get back to her normal life.
On a table next to the wall he lays her file down, then picks up a pink collar with 4 demand stars on it.
“ This is the collar you’ll wear while you’re here. “
“ It’s got bling? “
“ Those are diamonds. “
Mom gasps.
“ And 4 stars? But I just got here? “
Tommy starts to laugh.
“ Just so you know the DC suck lounge thinks highly of you, so we’re promoting you to 4 stars while you’re here. “
“ Wow! I wasn’t expecting all this! “
“ Let’s try it on. “
Mom immediately dropped to her knees and lifted her hair out of the way, while Tommy put the collar around her neck and buckled it.
“ How’s that feel?…It’s not to tight is it? “
“ No it feels good. “
He then showed her her mat that was rolled up and secured with a Velcro strap.
Mom reached down and felt it.
“ That’s comfy. “
It was plush and firm not no thin cheep shit like they sell at Wall Mart. He then showed her a large plastic bag with all her personal things. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, hair brush, toothbrush and toothpaste disposable razors and a small case that had her nail clippers, files and a bottle of clear nail polish.
“ Would you like to take a shower and freshen up? “
“ Yes! “
Mom said with excitement.
Tommy pointed towards a doorway that went into the shower room.
“ Take your time, I’ll let the boss know that you arrived safely. “
Mom grabbed up her bag of stuff and quickly walked into the doorway.
She was started at what she saw next.
“ Toilets with stalls?…No fucking way! “
She pushed the stall door open and looked.
“ Damn! I ain’t believing this! They even got toilet paper! “
She sits down and has a good relieving pee.
The room was stocked with clean washcloths and towels also.
She then walks over and stepped into the shower area and turns on the water.
“ Hot water? And I don’t even have to wait for it to get hot! “
Mom was loving this. She soaped up and took a long hot relaxing shower. And when she was done there was even a hair dryer so she could style and fluff her hair all up.
“ This is great! I feel like a real woman again! “
She couldn’t stop looking at her diamond star collar in the mirror.
“ Wow! I’m a slave with rank! This feels awesome! “
Once finished she goes back out to Tommy.
“ You hungry? “
“ I’m starving! “
“ We missed lunch but we have snacks and drinks in the kitchen. “
He leads her into the kitchen and gets her a pack of trail mix. And a cold bottle of water from the fridge.
“ We don’t have kibble? “
Tommy laughs.
“ No kibble here. Our slaves get 3 hot meals a day. Usually dinner will be served at 6:00. “
“ I’m getting spoiled big time here. “
Mom says to herself.
She then spotted a pack of cigarettes left on the counter by an employee.
“ Could I have one of those? “
She points towards the cigarettes.
“ Sure go ahead. “
Mom got her one out of the pack and lights it up. And takes a deep draw, exhales with a smile.
She then gets more bold with her questions.
“ Is there a bar around close by that you could take me to? “
Tommy laughs again.
“ No we got to draw the line there. But maybe later on I’ll sneak you in a little something. “
Hearing that gave mom the incentive to work even harder whenever he gets around to assigning her some work to do.
Tommy looks at his watch.
“ I’m gonna go pick them slaves up now. Just pick out a spot and roll out your mat and take a nap, or meditate, do some yoga. I’ll be back in a little while.
He leaves mom completely alone, with the double doors wide open, nobody was around. She looks around there were no obvious cameras. Her collar didn’t have no high tech tracking devices. He was leaving her with a degree of trust.
“ Is this a test? “
She wonders.
But she is on an island with some billionaire that lives in the mansion. The place was an absolute paradise so why would anybody want to leave?
Mom just kneels on her mat and relaxed wondering what her roll here would be.
“ I’m a 4 star expert slave with a diamond collar? And ain’t even done a damn thing yet to earn it? “
Mom knows from slave world that this is a very prestigious position. A position. that’s held by very few.
It’s obvious that somebody has big plans for her.
The little transport truck finally comes to a stop, and a forklift picks mom up and transports her across another dock and onto another truck. This truck didn’t have other slaves on it but just general freight.
Moms then forced to wait until the truck is full. Doors pulled down, and the truck takes off.
About a half hour passes truck stops, driver unloads a pallet, more lift gate action.
Then another stop and another. Mom gets moved about on the truck. Truck driver does a lot of cussing, apparently the truck ain’t loaded right.
I know a lot about that shit, that’s what I do at my job lol.
Finally the truck stops again and its moms turn to get off.
She spots the guy in the red shirt.
“ That must be my handler? “
She says to herself.
He looked young probably mid 20’s he was blonde, handsome and built. He wore a red tee shirt, khaki shorts and tennis shoes. Quite casual she thought expecting him to have a uniform with utility belt with all them torturous slave control tools. He didn’t really acknowledge mom personally he just treated her like freight. The driver helped him load mom onto another cart, then he took the pack of papers from the side of the cage and ripped open the plastic and opened up her file, then checked the lock on the kennel making sure it hadn’t been tampered with. He then looked mom over checking her brand’s making sure he had the right slave. Once satisfied he signed the drivers paperwork taking her into his custody.
They were at a marina where lots of boats were docked. He rolls her along until they stopped by a speed boat, that looked like something a drug dealer would use. By himself he loaded mom onto the boat and secured the kennel.
“ Really? Are we gonna go so fast that my cage has to be tied down? “
Mom mumbles to herself.
He gets into the drivers seat and fired it up. The thing rumbles like Misty’s SS Nova does when she fires it up.
“ Shit! What’s he got powering this thing? A 454?”
He idles it away from the marina then takes off like a jet across the water.
“ Damn! I guess I did need to be tied down! “
Mom had been on a lot of boat’s before but never no boat as fast as this one.
“ Misty would love this shit! “
She takes in the beautiful scenery of the white sandy beaches, palm trees and all the people on the beach’s and condominiums beyond it.
They soon come towards a smaller island with a large mansion on it.
“ That must be where the big boss lives? “
Mom says to herself. It was surrounded by more palm trees, banana trees with lush flowers and flowering shrubs. And of course more beaches To her it looked just like paradise.
The boat slows and bumps into the dock. Her handler quickly secures the boat and looks back at her and smiles at her for the first time.
“ My name is Tommy, I’m gonna be your handler.”
He said politely.
Mom just nods, she’s not sure yet what to say or how to say it. He seems nice, which is not what she was expecting.
He then held his hand down to the front of the cage.
She then remembered that the key was in her mouth. It had been there so long within her lower lip that she’d gotten used to it. So she flips it around within her mouth with her tongue and takes it between her front teeth and leaned forward against the mesh wire of the kennel.
Tommy takes the key and quickly unlocks the lock and removed it. He then opens the kennel door and mom on her knees with her hands zip tied behind her back sort of crawls out. Tommy helps her to her feet.
He then cut her zip ties off. And pulled her but plug out and tossed it back into the empty kennel.
“ Let’s see if I can get you out of that collar. “
He pulls a key ring from his pocket with lots of different small keys. After trying several of them he finds the one that fits, and the tight steel collar just springs open.
“ We’ll just lock it on to your kennel until it’s time for you to be shipped back. “
“ I don’t want to go back! “
She says to herself all ready falling in love with this place.
“ Walk with me. “
He says with her file in his hand, they walk together across the beach and up a sandy path that curves through the lush landscape and towards a building.
“ I think as a slave you’ll find your accommodations and assignments here much better than probably you’re used to. “
Mom again just nods in agreement with him.
Without collar, zip ties or cuffs, and no threatening tools pointing her way. Or anyone yelling at her. Even though she’s still slave naked this was definitely a big improvement than any other slave experience she’d had in the past.
They walk into a door of the building. There were offices. Rest rooms and a kitchen. And some double doors that led into what looked like a large gymnasium. They walk into it.
“ This is the slave quarters. “
Mom looks around the large room.
“ But I’m the only slave here? Were they all at? “
“ They’re on their way. There was a problem in shipping. You were supposed to arrive with 2 more. I’ll have to go pick them up soon. “
“ All this space for just 3 slaves? “
She then catches herself figuring that she probably shouldn’t be asking questions. Slaves are supposed to be just seen and not heard.
“ Please forgive me master, it’s probably none of my business. “
“ Oh that’s fine. It’s okay to ask me questions. We got a shipment of slaves coming in tomorrow. “
Mom just nods again.
She’s so surprised at his kindness. Other slaves that she’s known before would try to take advantage of this, cause slaves and people in general can take kindness for weakness and try to manipulate them.
Mom sees him as kind and at this stage in life there is no way she wants to fuck up a good thing. She’d like to make it through this enslavement as smooth as possible so she can get back to her normal life.
On a table next to the wall he lays her file down, then picks up a pink collar with 4 demand stars on it.
“ This is the collar you’ll wear while you’re here. “
“ It’s got bling? “
“ Those are diamonds. “
Mom gasps.
“ And 4 stars? But I just got here? “
Tommy starts to laugh.
“ Just so you know the DC suck lounge thinks highly of you, so we’re promoting you to 4 stars while you’re here. “
“ Wow! I wasn’t expecting all this! “
“ Let’s try it on. “
Mom immediately dropped to her knees and lifted her hair out of the way, while Tommy put the collar around her neck and buckled it.
“ How’s that feel?…It’s not to tight is it? “
“ No it feels good. “
He then showed her her mat that was rolled up and secured with a Velcro strap.
Mom reached down and felt it.
“ That’s comfy. “
It was plush and firm not no thin cheep shit like they sell at Wall Mart. He then showed her a large plastic bag with all her personal things. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, hair brush, toothbrush and toothpaste disposable razors and a small case that had her nail clippers, files and a bottle of clear nail polish.
“ Would you like to take a shower and freshen up? “
“ Yes! “
Mom said with excitement.
Tommy pointed towards a doorway that went into the shower room.
“ Take your time, I’ll let the boss know that you arrived safely. “
Mom grabbed up her bag of stuff and quickly walked into the doorway.
She was started at what she saw next.
“ Toilets with stalls?…No fucking way! “
She pushed the stall door open and looked.
“ Damn! I ain’t believing this! They even got toilet paper! “
She sits down and has a good relieving pee.
The room was stocked with clean washcloths and towels also.
She then walks over and stepped into the shower area and turns on the water.
“ Hot water? And I don’t even have to wait for it to get hot! “
Mom was loving this. She soaped up and took a long hot relaxing shower. And when she was done there was even a hair dryer so she could style and fluff her hair all up.
“ This is great! I feel like a real woman again! “
She couldn’t stop looking at her diamond star collar in the mirror.
“ Wow! I’m a slave with rank! This feels awesome! “
Once finished she goes back out to Tommy.
“ You hungry? “
“ I’m starving! “
“ We missed lunch but we have snacks and drinks in the kitchen. “
He leads her into the kitchen and gets her a pack of trail mix. And a cold bottle of water from the fridge.
“ We don’t have kibble? “
Tommy laughs.
“ No kibble here. Our slaves get 3 hot meals a day. Usually dinner will be served at 6:00. “
“ I’m getting spoiled big time here. “
Mom says to herself.
She then spotted a pack of cigarettes left on the counter by an employee.
“ Could I have one of those? “
She points towards the cigarettes.
“ Sure go ahead. “
Mom got her one out of the pack and lights it up. And takes a deep draw, exhales with a smile.
She then gets more bold with her questions.
“ Is there a bar around close by that you could take me to? “
Tommy laughs again.
“ No we got to draw the line there. But maybe later on I’ll sneak you in a little something. “
Hearing that gave mom the incentive to work even harder whenever he gets around to assigning her some work to do.
Tommy looks at his watch.
“ I’m gonna go pick them slaves up now. Just pick out a spot and roll out your mat and take a nap, or meditate, do some yoga. I’ll be back in a little while.
He leaves mom completely alone, with the double doors wide open, nobody was around. She looks around there were no obvious cameras. Her collar didn’t have no high tech tracking devices. He was leaving her with a degree of trust.
“ Is this a test? “
She wonders.
But she is on an island with some billionaire that lives in the mansion. The place was an absolute paradise so why would anybody want to leave?
Mom just kneels on her mat and relaxed wondering what her roll here would be.
“ I’m a 4 star expert slave with a diamond collar? And ain’t even done a damn thing yet to earn it? “
Mom knows from slave world that this is a very prestigious position. A position. that’s held by very few.
It’s obvious that somebody has big plans for her.
Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Part 4
While mom waits Tommy her new handlers return. She passes some time by attempting some pushups.
She gets to push-up number 8 and was struggling.
“ God! I’ve gotten so weak? “
Yes moms time out of the collar while becoming a spoiled rich politician has really taken a toll on her physical fitness.
She rolls over and attempts some crunches.
“ Oh I got to get back into shape! “
She then tried a few yoga positions that seemed so natural to her in her youth.
Her back pops.
“ Shit! Was that supposed to happen? “
She then decides to just to meditate over this for a while, she assumes the relaxed position with her palms up, resting on her thighs.
Tommy returns with two more slaves.
Mom continues kneeling with her head bowed but from the distance she sort of sized up the two of them.
Ones name was Barbara or Barb for short. Considering that her slave naked body displayed several tattoos including a string of barbed wire that went around her upper bicep. She also had several piercings which included both tits, her pussy lips, the lips on her mouth, her tongue, nose and eye lid along with her ears all had some type of uncomfortable looking pierced device.
It was obvious that Barb had a dark freaky freak side going for her, but other than that she was 30 years old and fit. Apparently her and her husband run some sort of bondage sex club, where free people pay for them to tie them up and whip and treat them like slaves.
Guess that’s for the ones that can’t seem to find the courage to sign up for the real thing?
Just judging by the relaxed conversation between Barb and Tommy, it appeared that she’d been recruited for whatever her role is here. She’d obviously had slave experiences but wasn’t currently enslaved like mom was. No she’d been contracted meaning that she’s being paid for her slave services. Of course she’d arrived slave naked and she takes another collar that’s identical to moms, with 4 diamond stars.
The other slave was named Jenna. Jenna was obviously a gym rat, apparently she too wasn’t currently enslaved but did a two year enslavement straight out of high school, which paid for her college. Her expertise is in nutrition and fitness.
She reminds mom of her daughter Crystal by being so fit but was older than Crystal with much more experience and knowledge. She was also a pretty blue eyed blonde with a face as pretty as a Barbie doll.
Jenna also had been recruited and contracted to be a slave like Barb had.
Like mom the two of them took themselves a shower to wash off the grime of the trip.
They then rolled out their new slave yoga mats next to mom.
Tommy walks out leaving the 3 of them as if it was a time for them to bond.
The three of them introduced themselves to one another. Barb was from New Jersey Jenna was from Seattle Washington and of course as we know moms from the Deep South of Mississippi.
Both Barb and Jenna recognize mom from somewhere but can’t exactly put their fingers on where.
Thankfully being out of her makeup, power suit and heels, mom just looks like an aging middle aged woman. Somebody’s mother or possibly grandmother for that matter. But her face looks like someone they should know.
“ Have you been on Tv? “
Barb asks her.
No way is mom gonna bring up her suddenly sidelined political career. These women were both from totally opposite sides of the country from mom, and no reason to spoil potential friendships with politics.
But mom did have other Tv experiences also that maybe they had seen.
“ When I was married to my husband, he was stationed in California. And while he was away at war I tried a little acting. “
“ Oh really? What all did you do? “
Jenna asks.
“ It started out as a lot of commercials. Mop and Glow, Pledge, Ivory soap, several shampoo and deodorant commercials. “
“ Does that kind of stuff pay good? “
Barb asks.
“ Not really it was just something fun to do. But it led me into an audition for a small part in Gun Smoke. “
“ You were in Gun Smoke? “
Barb asked with excitement.
“ Yeah did you watch Gun smoke? “
“ Not really that was kind of before my time, but I remember them playing the reruns a lot. What part did you play. “
“ I was Quint Asper’s fiancé. “
“ Which one was he? “
Jenna asks.
“ That was Burt Reynolds. “
Both Jenna and Barb gasp in surprise.
“ Oh my God! You played a part with Burt Reynolds? What happened? “
“ The script went that we were engaged to be married by the end of the episode. But unfortunately there was an unexpected gun fight. And I got hit. Quint comes to me and I die in his arms as he kisses me. “
“ You got to kiss Burt Reynolds? “
“ Yeah of course it was in the script. “
Mom explained.
Though she didn’t share with them all that went on in Burt’s dressing room off set.
“ Did you do any more acting? “
“ Yeah I was in an episode of Emergency as nurse Dixie McCalls little sister. “
“ Who played her? “
“ Julie London. “
Yeah moms really showing her age with all this shit.
“ Wasn’t she also a singer? “
Barb asks.
“ Yeah she used to sing but all that comes to mind was the Marlboro song on commercials. “
Mom said wondering if it would be okay if she went back to the kitchen where that pack of cigarettes was at.
“ I don’t remember commercials like that. “
Barb said.
“ Those were before y’all’s time, back then smoking was good for you. “
“ I’m not sure about that, but what happened in the show? “
Jenna asks.
“ They put me in a Ford Pinto to drive down this road. And an 18 wheeler runs a stop sign and I crash and blow up under the trailer. “
“ What happened then? “
“ They called John and Roy from squad 51 to come rescue me. They raced me to Rampart emergency where I died. “
Mom says with a sigh.
“ God they made me look hideous in that show! I was burnt to a crisp. “
“ Did you do any more? “
“ Yeah I was in an opening scene in an episode of Colombo. Where I was curled up on a couch just wearing a robe and talking on the phone. When a man dressed in black with gloves strangled me to death with the phone cord. “
“ Those rolls sound awful! Did you ever get a good roll? “
“ Not really after the Colombo episode I was a contestant on The Prices Right? “
“ Did you win anything? “
“ Just a case of Campbells soup. “
“ That sucks. “
“ Yeah I know Right? “
“ How about after that? “
“ That was around the time my husband died. And I didn’t do anymore Tv until I got into the real estate business. My former sister in law got me to do some commercials for the company we were working for in Memphis at the time.
And I’d just sold a house to Jerry The king Lawler, and I was wanting him to star in a commercial with me. And he said he would if I’d be his valet on some wrestling shows. “
“ Wait a minute! You? Did wresting shows? “
Barb ask’s surprised.
“ Yeah back then I was younger and still pretty enough that Jerry had kind of a thing for me. I was sort of the one that played the manager role the way the show was scripted. “
“ Did you actually do any wrestling? “
“ Yeah me and Missy Hyatt went at it quite a few times.
Then of course Ric Flair came to town. “
“ The Ric Flair? What happened with him? “
Jenna asks surprised.
“ Ric came to town and my daughter Misty was a teenager then and I got him to pull her right off the front row, and parade her around on Tv. He told her how beautiful she was. And showed the audience on what a true Mississippi queen looks like.
She said she creamed her jeans when he kissed her. “
“ I’d cream my jeans to if Ric Flair did that to me. “
Barb said in agreement.
“ What happened then? “
Jenna wanted to know.
“ Ric had his arm around Misty at the Podium with Gordon Sole having an interview. And that’s when Butch Reed comes up demanding a title shot. Cause you know Rics that’s always the one that’s got the belt.
And they start talking shit back and forth, cause that’s what wrestlers do you know?
Then Ric put his finger in Butch Reeds face and called him a boy, all Hell then broke loose.
Someone snatched Misty out of the way while those two brawled it out destroying the entire set.”
Mom explained.
“ Wow you’ve had some exciting Tv experiences. That wrestling gig must be from where I’ve seen you before. My brother and dad used to watch that shit all the time. “
Barb said.
Mom hoped that all that satisfies their curiosity so they don’t question moms political career.
While mom waits Tommy her new handlers return. She passes some time by attempting some pushups.
She gets to push-up number 8 and was struggling.
“ God! I’ve gotten so weak? “
Yes moms time out of the collar while becoming a spoiled rich politician has really taken a toll on her physical fitness.
She rolls over and attempts some crunches.
“ Oh I got to get back into shape! “
She then tried a few yoga positions that seemed so natural to her in her youth.
Her back pops.
“ Shit! Was that supposed to happen? “
She then decides to just to meditate over this for a while, she assumes the relaxed position with her palms up, resting on her thighs.
Tommy returns with two more slaves.
Mom continues kneeling with her head bowed but from the distance she sort of sized up the two of them.
Ones name was Barbara or Barb for short. Considering that her slave naked body displayed several tattoos including a string of barbed wire that went around her upper bicep. She also had several piercings which included both tits, her pussy lips, the lips on her mouth, her tongue, nose and eye lid along with her ears all had some type of uncomfortable looking pierced device.
It was obvious that Barb had a dark freaky freak side going for her, but other than that she was 30 years old and fit. Apparently her and her husband run some sort of bondage sex club, where free people pay for them to tie them up and whip and treat them like slaves.
Guess that’s for the ones that can’t seem to find the courage to sign up for the real thing?
Just judging by the relaxed conversation between Barb and Tommy, it appeared that she’d been recruited for whatever her role is here. She’d obviously had slave experiences but wasn’t currently enslaved like mom was. No she’d been contracted meaning that she’s being paid for her slave services. Of course she’d arrived slave naked and she takes another collar that’s identical to moms, with 4 diamond stars.
The other slave was named Jenna. Jenna was obviously a gym rat, apparently she too wasn’t currently enslaved but did a two year enslavement straight out of high school, which paid for her college. Her expertise is in nutrition and fitness.
She reminds mom of her daughter Crystal by being so fit but was older than Crystal with much more experience and knowledge. She was also a pretty blue eyed blonde with a face as pretty as a Barbie doll.
Jenna also had been recruited and contracted to be a slave like Barb had.
Like mom the two of them took themselves a shower to wash off the grime of the trip.
They then rolled out their new slave yoga mats next to mom.
Tommy walks out leaving the 3 of them as if it was a time for them to bond.
The three of them introduced themselves to one another. Barb was from New Jersey Jenna was from Seattle Washington and of course as we know moms from the Deep South of Mississippi.
Both Barb and Jenna recognize mom from somewhere but can’t exactly put their fingers on where.
Thankfully being out of her makeup, power suit and heels, mom just looks like an aging middle aged woman. Somebody’s mother or possibly grandmother for that matter. But her face looks like someone they should know.
“ Have you been on Tv? “
Barb asks her.
No way is mom gonna bring up her suddenly sidelined political career. These women were both from totally opposite sides of the country from mom, and no reason to spoil potential friendships with politics.
But mom did have other Tv experiences also that maybe they had seen.
“ When I was married to my husband, he was stationed in California. And while he was away at war I tried a little acting. “
“ Oh really? What all did you do? “
Jenna asks.
“ It started out as a lot of commercials. Mop and Glow, Pledge, Ivory soap, several shampoo and deodorant commercials. “
“ Does that kind of stuff pay good? “
Barb asks.
“ Not really it was just something fun to do. But it led me into an audition for a small part in Gun Smoke. “
“ You were in Gun Smoke? “
Barb asked with excitement.
“ Yeah did you watch Gun smoke? “
“ Not really that was kind of before my time, but I remember them playing the reruns a lot. What part did you play. “
“ I was Quint Asper’s fiancé. “
“ Which one was he? “
Jenna asks.
“ That was Burt Reynolds. “
Both Jenna and Barb gasp in surprise.
“ Oh my God! You played a part with Burt Reynolds? What happened? “
“ The script went that we were engaged to be married by the end of the episode. But unfortunately there was an unexpected gun fight. And I got hit. Quint comes to me and I die in his arms as he kisses me. “
“ You got to kiss Burt Reynolds? “
“ Yeah of course it was in the script. “
Mom explained.
Though she didn’t share with them all that went on in Burt’s dressing room off set.
“ Did you do any more acting? “
“ Yeah I was in an episode of Emergency as nurse Dixie McCalls little sister. “
“ Who played her? “
“ Julie London. “
Yeah moms really showing her age with all this shit.
“ Wasn’t she also a singer? “
Barb asks.
“ Yeah she used to sing but all that comes to mind was the Marlboro song on commercials. “
Mom said wondering if it would be okay if she went back to the kitchen where that pack of cigarettes was at.
“ I don’t remember commercials like that. “
Barb said.
“ Those were before y’all’s time, back then smoking was good for you. “
“ I’m not sure about that, but what happened in the show? “
Jenna asks.
“ They put me in a Ford Pinto to drive down this road. And an 18 wheeler runs a stop sign and I crash and blow up under the trailer. “
“ What happened then? “
“ They called John and Roy from squad 51 to come rescue me. They raced me to Rampart emergency where I died. “
Mom says with a sigh.
“ God they made me look hideous in that show! I was burnt to a crisp. “
“ Did you do any more? “
“ Yeah I was in an opening scene in an episode of Colombo. Where I was curled up on a couch just wearing a robe and talking on the phone. When a man dressed in black with gloves strangled me to death with the phone cord. “
“ Those rolls sound awful! Did you ever get a good roll? “
“ Not really after the Colombo episode I was a contestant on The Prices Right? “
“ Did you win anything? “
“ Just a case of Campbells soup. “
“ That sucks. “
“ Yeah I know Right? “
“ How about after that? “
“ That was around the time my husband died. And I didn’t do anymore Tv until I got into the real estate business. My former sister in law got me to do some commercials for the company we were working for in Memphis at the time.
And I’d just sold a house to Jerry The king Lawler, and I was wanting him to star in a commercial with me. And he said he would if I’d be his valet on some wrestling shows. “
“ Wait a minute! You? Did wresting shows? “
Barb ask’s surprised.
“ Yeah back then I was younger and still pretty enough that Jerry had kind of a thing for me. I was sort of the one that played the manager role the way the show was scripted. “
“ Did you actually do any wrestling? “
“ Yeah me and Missy Hyatt went at it quite a few times.
Then of course Ric Flair came to town. “
“ The Ric Flair? What happened with him? “
Jenna asks surprised.
“ Ric came to town and my daughter Misty was a teenager then and I got him to pull her right off the front row, and parade her around on Tv. He told her how beautiful she was. And showed the audience on what a true Mississippi queen looks like.
She said she creamed her jeans when he kissed her. “
“ I’d cream my jeans to if Ric Flair did that to me. “
Barb said in agreement.
“ What happened then? “
Jenna wanted to know.
“ Ric had his arm around Misty at the Podium with Gordon Sole having an interview. And that’s when Butch Reed comes up demanding a title shot. Cause you know Rics that’s always the one that’s got the belt.
And they start talking shit back and forth, cause that’s what wrestlers do you know?
Then Ric put his finger in Butch Reeds face and called him a boy, all Hell then broke loose.
Someone snatched Misty out of the way while those two brawled it out destroying the entire set.”
Mom explained.
“ Wow you’ve had some exciting Tv experiences. That wrestling gig must be from where I’ve seen you before. My brother and dad used to watch that shit all the time. “
Barb said.
Mom hoped that all that satisfies their curiosity so they don’t question moms political career.
Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Part 5
Tommy returns. With the sight of him walking in all three of them snap into the usual slave like submissive position.
As he stood over them for a moment it was obvious by the bulge within his shorts he was of need of some sexual services.
“ Slaves it’s time now that I break the 3 of you in for a little test. “
He said with a bold smile while unfastening his khaki shorts, they then fell freely to his feet.
Mom was impressed that he was going commando. In her opinion she loves to see a man confident enough to go without underwear as if he’s showing it off, and by the looks of his long thick meaty cock, Tommy doesn’t mind one bit showing it off, as he steps out of his shorts, flip flops and takes off his tee shirt also, and stood slave naked before them just as they was. Mom noticed quickly that Tommy to had a branded ass.
That just made her cunt drip with desire knowing that the best sex she’d ever had was done with a stud slave. And with Tommy’s mule sized dick there was no doubt that he was a stud.
He offered his cock to Jenna first, she greedily grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before feeding it into her mouth.
She leisurely sucks his cock but as he pressed her to take it down her throat she starts to gag.
Tommy sighs as he pulls it from her mouth and offers it to Barb. She tries harder than Jenna but also gags and chokes on it.
Which surprised mom considering that these two younger slave women couldn’t handle him. When it came to her turn she immediately took Tommy’s massive cock into her throat, as if she was swallowing it whole.
Maybe her recent time working the DC suck lounge had obviously given her an edge that the others didn’t have.
And with her mouth and throat stuffed she looks straight up into Tommy’s eyes and gets the satisfying look of approval as he smiles down onto her.
And for her reward he pulls out and kneels behind her on her mat and slid his big cock into her dripping wet cunt and fucks her like she’s a fucking porn star right in front of the others.
Jenna and Barb were beside themselves with envy considering that they both were younger and prettier than mom. But they both knew they had fallen short with Tommy’s test, and watching mom’s body quiver with multiple orgasms was gonna be a consequence for that failure but as they watch his muscular sweating body as he bottoms out inside mom and pumps her full of his hot seed.
As he pulled his dripping and softening member from mom’s cunt he put it right into Jenna’s face. Not wanting to let her new master down she instinctively sucks him clean.
“ On your back! “
He says to mom. She lays on the mat with her legs spread wide, her gaped cunt looks like a gaping pink hole with his cum oozing out of it.
He then snapped his fingers and pointed downward and Barb doesn’t hesitate to go down on mom, cleaning her up.
Once Tommy was satisfied that the two of the losers had learned an obvious lesson. He pulls his flaccid hanging cock from Jenna’s mouth, before he could regain another erection, cause no way was he ready to satisfy Jenna or Barb in a sexual way, though fighting against his manly desires was very challenging. It had to be done.
“ Let’s go eat slaves. “
He said remaining slave naked himself leading them in a single file line into the kitchen where there were 4 plates of food waiting for them.
All the three basic food groups were represented with a glass of milk for thei beverage.
Meat, potatoes vegetables and bread.
“ Eat and enjoy. “
Tommy said as he sat at the head of the table and fed himself.
“ This is not slave food? “
Mom says to herself as she ate. Wondering again why? They seemed to be so good to them as far as the treatment of slaves go.
Tommy looked as if he was in deep thought as he slowly chews his hamburger steak with gravy.
He then swallowed and took a sip from a glass of milk before addressing the three of them.
“ The three of you have been hand picked at being the best in your fields. “
Jenna and Barb instantly got the big head at hearing this, though knowing that they both just failed there first test, they just nod in agreement with the statement and continued to eat.
Mom on the other hand wasn’t as confident as they seemed to be.
“ The best at what? “
She wonders.
Considering her recent fall from grace thinking back on her humiliating arrest and strip down that played across the nation and possibly world on live Tv. It was obvious that she’d failed at being a politician even though she was as pro slave as a politician could be.
Other than that all she’d ever been as a free woman was a realtor and was quite successful at it, but what did any of that have anything to do with slavery?
Besides that all she had to go on was growing up in the collar and her recent enslavement experience to guide her. And up until this point none of that had done anything towards any positive recognition. Slave world doesn’t give out degrees or trophies. Slaves are only expected to serve whoever the master or mistress is at the time.
Usually an orgasm is all the reward you get. And when you fail you get a whipped ass.
So all this was puzzling to mom.
Tommy takes a few more mouthfuls of food, thinking again as he chews and swallows.
“ We will have 75 slaves arrive in the morning. It will be the three of you that will train them the be the best slaves that they can be.
I’m confident that neither of you will let our master down. “
Mom gulps her stomach starts to churn as she looses her appetite.
“ I’m gonna be a trainer with these two? “
She wonders as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.
After there dinner Tommy led them back to the bigger gymnasium sized room.
They watched him as he gathered and put back on his clothes.
“ Now get yourselves another shower and rest it’s gonna be a big day tomorrow. And just so you all three know, just cause you don’t see him here. The master is watching, so be on your best behavior. “
It was obvious that the master was the one that lived in the mansion and Tommy left the building and followed the winding torch lit path that led through the tropical landscaped paradise up towards that mansion. He was probably gonna give the big man his first impressions of these three slaves that were chosen as trainers.
No way did the three of them want to let him down.
The gears in mom’s head was running 100 MPH. Who could this master be?
All she had to go on was that he lived on an Island in paradise.
These questions will some what be vaguely answered within the next 6 weeks.
In the real world if any of you have followed the news you already know who the master in the mansion is. Don’t you? lol.
Tommy returns. With the sight of him walking in all three of them snap into the usual slave like submissive position.
As he stood over them for a moment it was obvious by the bulge within his shorts he was of need of some sexual services.
“ Slaves it’s time now that I break the 3 of you in for a little test. “
He said with a bold smile while unfastening his khaki shorts, they then fell freely to his feet.
Mom was impressed that he was going commando. In her opinion she loves to see a man confident enough to go without underwear as if he’s showing it off, and by the looks of his long thick meaty cock, Tommy doesn’t mind one bit showing it off, as he steps out of his shorts, flip flops and takes off his tee shirt also, and stood slave naked before them just as they was. Mom noticed quickly that Tommy to had a branded ass.
That just made her cunt drip with desire knowing that the best sex she’d ever had was done with a stud slave. And with Tommy’s mule sized dick there was no doubt that he was a stud.
He offered his cock to Jenna first, she greedily grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before feeding it into her mouth.
She leisurely sucks his cock but as he pressed her to take it down her throat she starts to gag.
Tommy sighs as he pulls it from her mouth and offers it to Barb. She tries harder than Jenna but also gags and chokes on it.
Which surprised mom considering that these two younger slave women couldn’t handle him. When it came to her turn she immediately took Tommy’s massive cock into her throat, as if she was swallowing it whole.
Maybe her recent time working the DC suck lounge had obviously given her an edge that the others didn’t have.
And with her mouth and throat stuffed she looks straight up into Tommy’s eyes and gets the satisfying look of approval as he smiles down onto her.
And for her reward he pulls out and kneels behind her on her mat and slid his big cock into her dripping wet cunt and fucks her like she’s a fucking porn star right in front of the others.
Jenna and Barb were beside themselves with envy considering that they both were younger and prettier than mom. But they both knew they had fallen short with Tommy’s test, and watching mom’s body quiver with multiple orgasms was gonna be a consequence for that failure but as they watch his muscular sweating body as he bottoms out inside mom and pumps her full of his hot seed.
As he pulled his dripping and softening member from mom’s cunt he put it right into Jenna’s face. Not wanting to let her new master down she instinctively sucks him clean.
“ On your back! “
He says to mom. She lays on the mat with her legs spread wide, her gaped cunt looks like a gaping pink hole with his cum oozing out of it.
He then snapped his fingers and pointed downward and Barb doesn’t hesitate to go down on mom, cleaning her up.
Once Tommy was satisfied that the two of the losers had learned an obvious lesson. He pulls his flaccid hanging cock from Jenna’s mouth, before he could regain another erection, cause no way was he ready to satisfy Jenna or Barb in a sexual way, though fighting against his manly desires was very challenging. It had to be done.
“ Let’s go eat slaves. “
He said remaining slave naked himself leading them in a single file line into the kitchen where there were 4 plates of food waiting for them.
All the three basic food groups were represented with a glass of milk for thei beverage.
Meat, potatoes vegetables and bread.
“ Eat and enjoy. “
Tommy said as he sat at the head of the table and fed himself.
“ This is not slave food? “
Mom says to herself as she ate. Wondering again why? They seemed to be so good to them as far as the treatment of slaves go.
Tommy looked as if he was in deep thought as he slowly chews his hamburger steak with gravy.
He then swallowed and took a sip from a glass of milk before addressing the three of them.
“ The three of you have been hand picked at being the best in your fields. “
Jenna and Barb instantly got the big head at hearing this, though knowing that they both just failed there first test, they just nod in agreement with the statement and continued to eat.
Mom on the other hand wasn’t as confident as they seemed to be.
“ The best at what? “
She wonders.
Considering her recent fall from grace thinking back on her humiliating arrest and strip down that played across the nation and possibly world on live Tv. It was obvious that she’d failed at being a politician even though she was as pro slave as a politician could be.
Other than that all she’d ever been as a free woman was a realtor and was quite successful at it, but what did any of that have anything to do with slavery?
Besides that all she had to go on was growing up in the collar and her recent enslavement experience to guide her. And up until this point none of that had done anything towards any positive recognition. Slave world doesn’t give out degrees or trophies. Slaves are only expected to serve whoever the master or mistress is at the time.
Usually an orgasm is all the reward you get. And when you fail you get a whipped ass.
So all this was puzzling to mom.
Tommy takes a few more mouthfuls of food, thinking again as he chews and swallows.
“ We will have 75 slaves arrive in the morning. It will be the three of you that will train them the be the best slaves that they can be.
I’m confident that neither of you will let our master down. “
Mom gulps her stomach starts to churn as she looses her appetite.
“ I’m gonna be a trainer with these two? “
She wonders as she wiped her mouth with a napkin.
After there dinner Tommy led them back to the bigger gymnasium sized room.
They watched him as he gathered and put back on his clothes.
“ Now get yourselves another shower and rest it’s gonna be a big day tomorrow. And just so you all three know, just cause you don’t see him here. The master is watching, so be on your best behavior. “
It was obvious that the master was the one that lived in the mansion and Tommy left the building and followed the winding torch lit path that led through the tropical landscaped paradise up towards that mansion. He was probably gonna give the big man his first impressions of these three slaves that were chosen as trainers.
No way did the three of them want to let him down.
The gears in mom’s head was running 100 MPH. Who could this master be?
All she had to go on was that he lived on an Island in paradise.
These questions will some what be vaguely answered within the next 6 weeks.
In the real world if any of you have followed the news you already know who the master in the mansion is. Don’t you? lol.
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Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Part 6
The following day.
6:00 AM Mom Barb and Jenna were up and about getting there morning showers and getting in to there routines, as they had breakfast together it was easily noticed that the day was gonna be different considering the numbers of men that were showing up. All of which looked and acted more like teenage boys sneaking a peek of a stolen Play Boy magazine as they gathered around a table, looking through the files of the expected slaves that were due to arrive in a matter of hours.
Of course as we know the pink shots of the slaves are much more explicit than any Play Boy could ever be. But the immaturity of fully grown men was somewhat surprising.
Usually men that work around naked slave girls don’t usually act like frat boys at a fucking toga party. Being the three naked women in the room mom, Jenna and Barb found themselves in an intense gang bang.
“ It’s barely 7:00 AM and I’m getting my brains fucked out? “
Mom says to herself as all three holes are stuffed.
Well actually not really mom as we know prefers a more well endowed man to fuck her, and most of these guys or boys that mom would consider them as definitely wasn’t measuring up as far as her book goes anyway.
It was like slam bam thank you mam. No intimacy no pleasing the women’s needs whatsoever. Just an animalistic sex in its raw form.
By 8:15 it seemed like the men had finished sowing there wild oats and mom, Barb and Jenna were excused for another much needed shower.
As 9:00 AM quickly approaches they hear an air horn from a ship within the distance. The men all excitingly looked outward beyond the beaches to watch it approach.
A number of smaller boats race towards the big ship to collect its cargo. Within the next hour the smaller boats arrived back with these newly enslaved women. Which for the most part looked like a bunch of tourists.
“ Shit! These slaves are green! “
Mom says to herself from the distance watching them walk along the sandy path.
All were even still dressed. One in particular was still wearing her prom dress with her corsage
Still strapped to her wrist. She stops suddenly as the spike heels of her stilettos sunk into the sand. She clumsily takes them off, carrying them as she walks in her stocking clad feet towards the reception area.
Seeing this kind of sent up red flags in mom’s mind.
“ These slaves just ain’t green but there young? What the fuck is this? A puppy mill? “
Mom’s curiosity led her straight to the reception room for a closer look. Inside the room it was lined off with spaces for 15 slaves wide and 5 lines deep equalling 75 slaves in all. There were little bare feet painted on the floor so the slave will know where there feet goes. On the floor was little cards with there pre determined SIN numbers identifying where they were to report to.
There was also a plane canvas property bag laying there which was also tagged with the slaves SIN numbers on it.
“ Find your numbers and line up! “
A man repeatedly said into a microphone. As the slaves nervously moves about looking at the numbers on the cards that lay in the floor.
Most of the girls were in shorts, tee shirts or jeans. Some were bra less but most were not. Some were dressed nicely in skirts or dresses as if they were on a job interview. The one still in her prom dress, stopped and put her sexy stilettos back on.
“ There is no need in putting those back on. “
One of the men said to her.
“ Oh let her wear them a few more minutes. “
Another man said to him as they watched her sexy ass strut around looking for her place.
Mom makes her way over to one of the tables so she could look over the shoulders of some of the men at the girls files. She breathed a sigh of relief realizing that they all seemed to be of age. Regardless of there youthful looks. All had been slave graded and from what mom could see all were graded no less than Prime.
Once every girl had found her place and all were accounted for. The man at the microphone said.
“ Welcome to paradise slaves. Now take off all your clothes, jewelry and anything else you might have and put everything inside the bag. “
“ Do we have to take everything off? “
A girl in the middle of the pack yells out in a voice of shock.
Some of the girls chuckled in laughter.
“ You stupid bitch! You knew what you were signing up for! “
An all ready topless slave said into her ear from behind.
“ Yes you have to take everything off! We want you as naked as the day you were born. “
The man said into the microphone.
All the slaves were exquisitely beautiful but the blonde in the prom dress was really hot. As she took off the dress and bra, she looked confident with perky C cup sized tits as she carefully folded up her dress, putting it into the bag. She too was panty less with her pussy shaved clean and was framed between a sexy black garter belt and stockings.
“ Wonder if the boy that gave her the corsage she took from her wrist got to fuck her before she left out on this journey? “
She knew she was being watched and really put on a show as she parted with her high heels and seductively slowly peeled off her stockings, as if she was a stripper at the pussy cat club or something.
When all the clothes were off. Each bag was handed down the lines to each slaves right and was put into a rolling cart to be taken to a secure storage room.
Mom, Barb and Jenna were then introduced as the girls trainers. Over the course of the next 6 weeks the slaves would be put into groups of 25 and they would rotate between the three trainers on a daily basis 7 days a week.
Mom was the one sort of put in charge as she was known as den mother to them all. She sort of viewed herself as a den mother of a slave scout group or something of the sorts.
She was then asked to address the group.
During her life mom had done lots of public speaking as a political figure and a real estate developer. But never as a naked slave, so this was a nerve racking experience even for her as she quickly thought of things to say.
“ I know you’re all nervous and scared. But don’t be, within the days to come you’ll learn to embrace your nakedness. There is nothing more natural or liberating than being slave naked. In time you’ll see the freedom in it. “
Mom paused and paced the floor for a moment, as she thought of what else to say.
“ For myself I was born a slave and grew up as a slave. “
A gasp of shock was heard from the girls.
“ Really now it wasn’t all that bad. Learning to wear clothes was a big adjustment for me. I was a young married woman at 18 and I can easily remember leaving our apartment with just my purse and keys to go to the grocery store. And in the car I’d stop myself looking down realizing that I’m naked, and would have to go back inside to get dressed. “
The crowd of girls would laugh, and mom joined in with laughter.
“ When your enslavement is over that’s the way it will be for you. “
The young slaves didn’t really believe that at the time but as we know slaves learn and adapt to there surroundings just like we all do in the real world.
Jenna and Barb take there turns addressing the group and when they were finished the slaves were led off to the toilets where they were all given there first public enimas. This was a tough but necessary thing for the slave to endure. Especially when it was an obnoxious man shoving the tube of Fleet brand stuff pumped into your bowls. Each slave held it as long as possible before racing to one of the stalls to expel it.
After that it was shower time. Where mom, Jenna and Barb supervised and helped train them on the proper ways to keep themselves up by means of shaving and checking each other. It was kind of a shocking experience having the slave in the shower next to you part the cheeks of your ass to shave away some unnoticed and definitely unwanted hair. But for the most part the slave girls seemed to have themselves kept up pretty good. The ones that did have pubic hair had it all clipped short or in some desirable design. It wasn’t like it is at the slave office where some woman would take off her pants and see some nasty wild bush sticking out from around her panties that would have to be ripped out with the hot wax.
Can’t understand women that just let themselves go like that but there around. But luckily not in this group.
After there showers they all got there very first collars which were all a Barbie pink color. They were issued there mats and led to there proper place within the big room where mom, Barb and Jenna spent the night before.
The following day.
6:00 AM Mom Barb and Jenna were up and about getting there morning showers and getting in to there routines, as they had breakfast together it was easily noticed that the day was gonna be different considering the numbers of men that were showing up. All of which looked and acted more like teenage boys sneaking a peek of a stolen Play Boy magazine as they gathered around a table, looking through the files of the expected slaves that were due to arrive in a matter of hours.
Of course as we know the pink shots of the slaves are much more explicit than any Play Boy could ever be. But the immaturity of fully grown men was somewhat surprising.
Usually men that work around naked slave girls don’t usually act like frat boys at a fucking toga party. Being the three naked women in the room mom, Jenna and Barb found themselves in an intense gang bang.
“ It’s barely 7:00 AM and I’m getting my brains fucked out? “
Mom says to herself as all three holes are stuffed.
Well actually not really mom as we know prefers a more well endowed man to fuck her, and most of these guys or boys that mom would consider them as definitely wasn’t measuring up as far as her book goes anyway.
It was like slam bam thank you mam. No intimacy no pleasing the women’s needs whatsoever. Just an animalistic sex in its raw form.
By 8:15 it seemed like the men had finished sowing there wild oats and mom, Barb and Jenna were excused for another much needed shower.
As 9:00 AM quickly approaches they hear an air horn from a ship within the distance. The men all excitingly looked outward beyond the beaches to watch it approach.
A number of smaller boats race towards the big ship to collect its cargo. Within the next hour the smaller boats arrived back with these newly enslaved women. Which for the most part looked like a bunch of tourists.
“ Shit! These slaves are green! “
Mom says to herself from the distance watching them walk along the sandy path.
All were even still dressed. One in particular was still wearing her prom dress with her corsage
Still strapped to her wrist. She stops suddenly as the spike heels of her stilettos sunk into the sand. She clumsily takes them off, carrying them as she walks in her stocking clad feet towards the reception area.
Seeing this kind of sent up red flags in mom’s mind.
“ These slaves just ain’t green but there young? What the fuck is this? A puppy mill? “
Mom’s curiosity led her straight to the reception room for a closer look. Inside the room it was lined off with spaces for 15 slaves wide and 5 lines deep equalling 75 slaves in all. There were little bare feet painted on the floor so the slave will know where there feet goes. On the floor was little cards with there pre determined SIN numbers identifying where they were to report to.
There was also a plane canvas property bag laying there which was also tagged with the slaves SIN numbers on it.
“ Find your numbers and line up! “
A man repeatedly said into a microphone. As the slaves nervously moves about looking at the numbers on the cards that lay in the floor.
Most of the girls were in shorts, tee shirts or jeans. Some were bra less but most were not. Some were dressed nicely in skirts or dresses as if they were on a job interview. The one still in her prom dress, stopped and put her sexy stilettos back on.
“ There is no need in putting those back on. “
One of the men said to her.
“ Oh let her wear them a few more minutes. “
Another man said to him as they watched her sexy ass strut around looking for her place.
Mom makes her way over to one of the tables so she could look over the shoulders of some of the men at the girls files. She breathed a sigh of relief realizing that they all seemed to be of age. Regardless of there youthful looks. All had been slave graded and from what mom could see all were graded no less than Prime.
Once every girl had found her place and all were accounted for. The man at the microphone said.
“ Welcome to paradise slaves. Now take off all your clothes, jewelry and anything else you might have and put everything inside the bag. “
“ Do we have to take everything off? “
A girl in the middle of the pack yells out in a voice of shock.
Some of the girls chuckled in laughter.
“ You stupid bitch! You knew what you were signing up for! “
An all ready topless slave said into her ear from behind.
“ Yes you have to take everything off! We want you as naked as the day you were born. “
The man said into the microphone.
All the slaves were exquisitely beautiful but the blonde in the prom dress was really hot. As she took off the dress and bra, she looked confident with perky C cup sized tits as she carefully folded up her dress, putting it into the bag. She too was panty less with her pussy shaved clean and was framed between a sexy black garter belt and stockings.
“ Wonder if the boy that gave her the corsage she took from her wrist got to fuck her before she left out on this journey? “
She knew she was being watched and really put on a show as she parted with her high heels and seductively slowly peeled off her stockings, as if she was a stripper at the pussy cat club or something.
When all the clothes were off. Each bag was handed down the lines to each slaves right and was put into a rolling cart to be taken to a secure storage room.
Mom, Barb and Jenna were then introduced as the girls trainers. Over the course of the next 6 weeks the slaves would be put into groups of 25 and they would rotate between the three trainers on a daily basis 7 days a week.
Mom was the one sort of put in charge as she was known as den mother to them all. She sort of viewed herself as a den mother of a slave scout group or something of the sorts.
She was then asked to address the group.
During her life mom had done lots of public speaking as a political figure and a real estate developer. But never as a naked slave, so this was a nerve racking experience even for her as she quickly thought of things to say.
“ I know you’re all nervous and scared. But don’t be, within the days to come you’ll learn to embrace your nakedness. There is nothing more natural or liberating than being slave naked. In time you’ll see the freedom in it. “
Mom paused and paced the floor for a moment, as she thought of what else to say.
“ For myself I was born a slave and grew up as a slave. “
A gasp of shock was heard from the girls.
“ Really now it wasn’t all that bad. Learning to wear clothes was a big adjustment for me. I was a young married woman at 18 and I can easily remember leaving our apartment with just my purse and keys to go to the grocery store. And in the car I’d stop myself looking down realizing that I’m naked, and would have to go back inside to get dressed. “
The crowd of girls would laugh, and mom joined in with laughter.
“ When your enslavement is over that’s the way it will be for you. “
The young slaves didn’t really believe that at the time but as we know slaves learn and adapt to there surroundings just like we all do in the real world.
Jenna and Barb take there turns addressing the group and when they were finished the slaves were led off to the toilets where they were all given there first public enimas. This was a tough but necessary thing for the slave to endure. Especially when it was an obnoxious man shoving the tube of Fleet brand stuff pumped into your bowls. Each slave held it as long as possible before racing to one of the stalls to expel it.
After that it was shower time. Where mom, Jenna and Barb supervised and helped train them on the proper ways to keep themselves up by means of shaving and checking each other. It was kind of a shocking experience having the slave in the shower next to you part the cheeks of your ass to shave away some unnoticed and definitely unwanted hair. But for the most part the slave girls seemed to have themselves kept up pretty good. The ones that did have pubic hair had it all clipped short or in some desirable design. It wasn’t like it is at the slave office where some woman would take off her pants and see some nasty wild bush sticking out from around her panties that would have to be ripped out with the hot wax.
Can’t understand women that just let themselves go like that but there around. But luckily not in this group.
After there showers they all got there very first collars which were all a Barbie pink color. They were issued there mats and led to there proper place within the big room where mom, Barb and Jenna spent the night before.
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Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Part 7
Over the course of the next 6 weeks the newly enslaved women would be put into groups of 25 each and put through the paces in a crash course of sexual obedience training. By whatever mom Barb and Jenna demanded of them.
Count less groups of hung and built young studs and bucks were rotated through the groups of slaves so that every slave had multiple chances of having her holes worked out repeatedly.
It didn’t take many rounds before slave brain set in on them all. And the word No was basically erased from there vocabulary. Cause in the reality of the time No meant more. There was no reason for humiliating whippings or brutal punishment. No means that the slave in question gets a bigger cock crammed down her throat.
Mom took pride in teaching each slave her own techniques toward performing perfect blow jobs.
“ Just relax throat muscles girls, and let it go down. “
Mom said with an evil grin on her face, as she looked on gleefully.
The days were filled with marathon sessions of gang bangs. Mom, Barb and Jenna even scored each slave on her performance and praised the ones that exceeded there expectations and remedial training was used to bring the others up to speed.
Outside of pornographic sex Barb trained the girls in Bondage technique by teaching them all those knots and rope things they need to know.
And Jenna taught them all those yoga, stretching and conditioning by your basic exercises.
Then of course there was daily showers, enomas and multiple inspections making sure every slave was keeping herself up to perfection as far as her hygiene was concerned.
By the fifth week pressure was put on as the rumor was spread that there was a test coming soon, meaning the Saturday night of the 6th week.
What was the test gonna be?
That Saturday morning it was said that the slaves would be allowed a day primarily of rest.
As the slaves relaxed and mingled among themselves mom went outside the large building where they were housed to take time to herself to walk about and reflect on things.
As she was outside there was lots of new comers arriving mostly by boats, some by those small planes that could be landed on water. And some by helicopters.
It was quite obvious that there was a festive like party being planned for the evening. As more of the guests arrived mom made it a point to move as close to the mansion as she was allowed so that she could see who these guests were. And to surprise many was her former colleagues from DC. She propped herself against a palm tree in plane view of them so that eye contact could easily be made.
And though her nakedness being without her makeup, power suits and heels she wore proudly during her time in the senate sort of hid her identity as she was looked on as nothing but a pitiful or pathetic slave. That manny just ignored as they passed.
The amusing thing in her mind was the ones that recognized her, not a word was said, but the icy cold stare she gave each of them could cut like a knife.
Many of them blushed and quickly looked away as if they were embarrassed to be there. Yep these all were senators, congressman even former presidents vice presidents, lobbyists and Washington insiders including top bras from the Pentagon. And even some robe priests from the Catholic Church.
Many of which you wouldn’t expect to see in what was nothing more than a high end brothel for the elite.
Just by listening in on there passing conversations mom learns that the man in the mansions name was Jeffery. Master Jefferey she assumes that she’d address him as if she’s allowed the pleasure of meeting him, and she hoped that she would cause by the obvious crowd that was showing up this guy was a big deal.
As the big event grew near the slaves were put through the showers once more this time they were given fragment soaps, shampoos and conditioners so that they would smell extra nice for their soon to be masters and mistresses that they soon would entertain.
After there showers the simple cheap pink collars they’d worn since they arrived was replaced with the same diamond collars that mom, Barb and Jenna wore.
The slaves were lined up and marched up the sandy trail towards the mansion.
But unfortunately mom, Barb and Jenna wasn’t allowed to attend, only the young slaves were wanted.
It wasn’t a bad thing though cause the steaks, lobster, caviar with all the fixings including some of the stronger drinks were sent down for the three of them to feast on. Tommy and some of the stud slaves were still there also. So after dinner mom and Tommy hooked up for another round on her foam mat. While Barb and Jenna did the same with the others.
After which they all drifted off to sleep.
The slaves didn’t return until the next morning. Tommy went and met with Master Jeffery and found out they all did splendidly well. As far as the evenings events went.
Unfortunately though mom was all so informed that her time there was done. Her contract had been fulfilled and she would be shipped back to DC the following morning.
She took that news with a depressing sigh.
The next morning her diamond collar was replaced with the one she’d arrived in. After a smoke from a cigarette Tommy gave her, her hands again were cuffed behind her back and after a kiss from him he gagged her mouth and on her knees she backed herself back into her kennel that was all ready on the speed boat, which Tommy drove her back to the marina. She was then loaded on to a truck and driven to the airport and put on a plane in the cargo department. And flown back to DC. When the plane landed and the door opens the cold air of winter blew in. Her naked body shivered as the fork lift picks her up and raced her down through the terminal where she’d be put onto another truck. This one just some pick up and delivery service.
And the trailer was taken somewhere and dropped onto a drop yard. It was obvious to mom this was just a trucking company that didn’t deal in slaves cause she wasn’t allowed out for water, food or exercise. But she was thankful for the reefer unit that kicked on and warmed the inside of the trailer enough that she didn’t freeze to death.
Unfortunately she ended up peeing and pooping her kennel before she heard the sound of another truck fast approaching the bulkhead of the trailer
Slam! Clang! She feels the fifth wheel lock onto the king pen of the trailers followed by a jerk as the driver tested it making sure it was locked on.
The trailer pulls out and twists and turns bumping along the rough yard she feels it go up and drop off a curb. And along she goes for another ride, stopping here and there. A driver would ride a lift gate up and slam his pallet Jack under a pallet and drop it off wherever they were at.
Hours later the truck stops again and the back door opens and there she sees Master Butch standing there waiting her arrival.
“ Welcome home darling! “ He said to her as her kennel was spun around so that she could face him.
The lift gate lowered.
“ She’s a fucking mess! “
Butch said cussing the driver.
“ Sorry man I didn’t load it, I’m just the driver! “
The driver said passing the blame off to someone else.
The driver lowered the lift gate enough so that he and Butch could slide her kennel off onto a rolling cart. Butch signs the drivers paperwork and rolls mom around to the alley behind the suck lounge he unlocks and opens her cage and helped her to her feet. Then removed her hand cuffs and gag.
“ Go take a shower! “
He said as he then started hosing out and sterilizing her kennel.
After a much needed shower mom was welcomed home with a party from all the young slaves that had been waiting her return.
Over the course of the next 6 weeks the newly enslaved women would be put into groups of 25 each and put through the paces in a crash course of sexual obedience training. By whatever mom Barb and Jenna demanded of them.
Count less groups of hung and built young studs and bucks were rotated through the groups of slaves so that every slave had multiple chances of having her holes worked out repeatedly.
It didn’t take many rounds before slave brain set in on them all. And the word No was basically erased from there vocabulary. Cause in the reality of the time No meant more. There was no reason for humiliating whippings or brutal punishment. No means that the slave in question gets a bigger cock crammed down her throat.
Mom took pride in teaching each slave her own techniques toward performing perfect blow jobs.
“ Just relax throat muscles girls, and let it go down. “
Mom said with an evil grin on her face, as she looked on gleefully.
The days were filled with marathon sessions of gang bangs. Mom, Barb and Jenna even scored each slave on her performance and praised the ones that exceeded there expectations and remedial training was used to bring the others up to speed.
Outside of pornographic sex Barb trained the girls in Bondage technique by teaching them all those knots and rope things they need to know.
And Jenna taught them all those yoga, stretching and conditioning by your basic exercises.
Then of course there was daily showers, enomas and multiple inspections making sure every slave was keeping herself up to perfection as far as her hygiene was concerned.
By the fifth week pressure was put on as the rumor was spread that there was a test coming soon, meaning the Saturday night of the 6th week.
What was the test gonna be?
That Saturday morning it was said that the slaves would be allowed a day primarily of rest.
As the slaves relaxed and mingled among themselves mom went outside the large building where they were housed to take time to herself to walk about and reflect on things.
As she was outside there was lots of new comers arriving mostly by boats, some by those small planes that could be landed on water. And some by helicopters.
It was quite obvious that there was a festive like party being planned for the evening. As more of the guests arrived mom made it a point to move as close to the mansion as she was allowed so that she could see who these guests were. And to surprise many was her former colleagues from DC. She propped herself against a palm tree in plane view of them so that eye contact could easily be made.
And though her nakedness being without her makeup, power suits and heels she wore proudly during her time in the senate sort of hid her identity as she was looked on as nothing but a pitiful or pathetic slave. That manny just ignored as they passed.
The amusing thing in her mind was the ones that recognized her, not a word was said, but the icy cold stare she gave each of them could cut like a knife.
Many of them blushed and quickly looked away as if they were embarrassed to be there. Yep these all were senators, congressman even former presidents vice presidents, lobbyists and Washington insiders including top bras from the Pentagon. And even some robe priests from the Catholic Church.
Many of which you wouldn’t expect to see in what was nothing more than a high end brothel for the elite.
Just by listening in on there passing conversations mom learns that the man in the mansions name was Jeffery. Master Jefferey she assumes that she’d address him as if she’s allowed the pleasure of meeting him, and she hoped that she would cause by the obvious crowd that was showing up this guy was a big deal.
As the big event grew near the slaves were put through the showers once more this time they were given fragment soaps, shampoos and conditioners so that they would smell extra nice for their soon to be masters and mistresses that they soon would entertain.
After there showers the simple cheap pink collars they’d worn since they arrived was replaced with the same diamond collars that mom, Barb and Jenna wore.
The slaves were lined up and marched up the sandy trail towards the mansion.
But unfortunately mom, Barb and Jenna wasn’t allowed to attend, only the young slaves were wanted.
It wasn’t a bad thing though cause the steaks, lobster, caviar with all the fixings including some of the stronger drinks were sent down for the three of them to feast on. Tommy and some of the stud slaves were still there also. So after dinner mom and Tommy hooked up for another round on her foam mat. While Barb and Jenna did the same with the others.
After which they all drifted off to sleep.
The slaves didn’t return until the next morning. Tommy went and met with Master Jeffery and found out they all did splendidly well. As far as the evenings events went.
Unfortunately though mom was all so informed that her time there was done. Her contract had been fulfilled and she would be shipped back to DC the following morning.
She took that news with a depressing sigh.
The next morning her diamond collar was replaced with the one she’d arrived in. After a smoke from a cigarette Tommy gave her, her hands again were cuffed behind her back and after a kiss from him he gagged her mouth and on her knees she backed herself back into her kennel that was all ready on the speed boat, which Tommy drove her back to the marina. She was then loaded on to a truck and driven to the airport and put on a plane in the cargo department. And flown back to DC. When the plane landed and the door opens the cold air of winter blew in. Her naked body shivered as the fork lift picks her up and raced her down through the terminal where she’d be put onto another truck. This one just some pick up and delivery service.
And the trailer was taken somewhere and dropped onto a drop yard. It was obvious to mom this was just a trucking company that didn’t deal in slaves cause she wasn’t allowed out for water, food or exercise. But she was thankful for the reefer unit that kicked on and warmed the inside of the trailer enough that she didn’t freeze to death.
Unfortunately she ended up peeing and pooping her kennel before she heard the sound of another truck fast approaching the bulkhead of the trailer
Slam! Clang! She feels the fifth wheel lock onto the king pen of the trailers followed by a jerk as the driver tested it making sure it was locked on.
The trailer pulls out and twists and turns bumping along the rough yard she feels it go up and drop off a curb. And along she goes for another ride, stopping here and there. A driver would ride a lift gate up and slam his pallet Jack under a pallet and drop it off wherever they were at.
Hours later the truck stops again and the back door opens and there she sees Master Butch standing there waiting her arrival.
“ Welcome home darling! “ He said to her as her kennel was spun around so that she could face him.
The lift gate lowered.
“ She’s a fucking mess! “
Butch said cussing the driver.
“ Sorry man I didn’t load it, I’m just the driver! “
The driver said passing the blame off to someone else.
The driver lowered the lift gate enough so that he and Butch could slide her kennel off onto a rolling cart. Butch signs the drivers paperwork and rolls mom around to the alley behind the suck lounge he unlocks and opens her cage and helped her to her feet. Then removed her hand cuffs and gag.
“ Go take a shower! “
He said as he then started hosing out and sterilizing her kennel.
After a much needed shower mom was welcomed home with a party from all the young slaves that had been waiting her return.
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Re: Moms time at the DC suck lounge
Part 8
For mom slave brain takes over as time moves forward. She finds herself eventually moved from the floor to the kitchen staff. This ain’t necessarily a bad thing. Table scraps and leftovers are much more appetizing than slave stew or kibble. Then as filling in for the bar maid she’s able to help herself to getting a nip here and there from the alcoholic spirits. In this position she’s able to interject herself into the conversations of the elite. Giving free advice to the pro slave politicians as they continue to pass laws to enslave more.
Even as a slave herself mom sees the need to keep slavery going.
The clientele comes and goes just as the young slaves are rotated through the lounge. You know how it is running a place like this? You got to keep different pussy cycling through to keep the interest of the paying public. Pussy might be pussy but you never want your establishment to get the reputation of having stale pussy. That can be a death blow to a business.
Mom’s kind of surprised that she’s not been traded off yet she assumes that being multi talented keeps herself in a steady home environment. So much so that she looses complete track of time. You would think a slave would be checking off the days of an enslavement on a calendar or something. But mom wasn’t even paying attention to anything like that.
Then came a day that Master Butch walked in to the kennel room unlocking each slaves kennel. They all crawled out and went about there routine. But when he got to mom’s kennel he unlocked it and pointed his desk to a sack.
“ That sack on the desk is for you. “
That’s all he said before walking out.
Mom crawls from her kennel for the last time, at Butches desk she looks into the sack. Which contains her makeup bag, shoes a dress and her underwear.
“ These are my clothes? Does this mean I’m free? “
She mumbles to herself taking out the pair of Navy blue high heeled pumps that Crystal picked out for her to wear. She looks at them before setting them down. She took out her makeup bag then a pair of light blue full backed panties. It had been over 2 years since she’d worn clothes. She slipped on the panties the thin but soft satin felt good to her previous naked flesh. She takes out her bra and holds it up before dropping it onto the desk. Mom wasn’t in a hurry to put that on, she’d always hated wearing bras they felt so restrictive, but she knew as a free woman she’d be expected to wear one cause otherwise people would talk.
She reached into the sack for her thigh high stockings. Then sat in the chair and rolled the stockings down and placed them against the toes of her right foot and slowly pulled upward watching as her pale white flesh was covered by the tan cover of the nylons.
Mom liked stockings, she liked how they made her legs look. Especially wearing heels when a man would give her legs a second and third look. They also allowed easy access for spontaneous sexual adventures in public places.
Being bent over and fucked as a free woman was a real thrill for her.
She opened her makeup bag, finding a watch, earrings and a hairbrush. She put the things on and brushed through her hair, before putting on her makeup. The base, sort of covers her wrinkles and transformed her pasty white look to a vibrant glow that she realized quickly that she missed. She carefully adds on the mascara and eyeliner, then lipstick and gives herself another look in the mirror at herself still top less. She sighs reluctantly as she picks up the bra and puts it around her and hooked the three hooks then spins it around and put her arms through the shoulder straps, pulling it upward as her big tits slip into the cups of the bra. It lifts and holds them firmly supporting them in place. She looks down at herself and has a flashback of the surgical scissors that freed her from the previous bra.
As humiliating as that day was for mom she’d realized over her enslavement that that was the best day of her life. To her nothing was more thrilling than being stripped naked and put on display in a public setting. The adrenaline of it was a high like no other.
She then put on the Navy blue dress she’d worn so long ago, then the belt that went around her waist giving her that sexy hourglass figure. She last but not least took each high heeled shoe and bent her leg backwards and put them on, holding on to her former masters desk she took a few clumsy steps, steadying herself in the four inch heels like a teenage girl learning how to walk in them again.
“ Shit! These shoes and bra are coming off! As soon as I get home! “
She then opened the door and lined up down the hall was all the slaves waiting to say good bye to her.
Mom fought the urge to just break down as she lovingly hugged each one of them as if they all were her own family.
Last but not least was Master Butch. She hugs him to and he kissed her on the cheek.
“ You need to go now! “
He said walking away from her and the slaves back toward his office so they don’t see him cry.
Mom turned the corner and sees Misty and Crystal waiting by the door. She smiles and runs to them they have a group hug and cry together. She kisses them both.
After a short cry mom pulls herself together then goes straight for Misty’s purse Gimme Gimme! She says grabbing the pack of Marlboro reds. She almost tears the box apart to get one. She lights up and quickly walks out the front door of the DC suck lounge and puffs on the cigarette as she makes her way towards the Taxi that takes them back towards the airport. She gives the nations Capital and White House one last look as they pass it.
She felt this would probably be the last time she’d come to the nation’s capital. Lots of things she’d miss about the place. But going home to Mississippi was also exciting to.
They caught a flight and of course was flown straight to Atlanta where they had an unfortunate layover.
“ We could rent a car and drive home. “
Misty suggested.
“ Hell no! “
Crystal yells at her.
“ I’m not driving through Alabama! That’s an enslavement waiting to happen! “
Crystal informs her.
Mom smiles at the thought of that, her and the girls together getting pulled over in some hick town had a certain appeal to it.
But she doesn’t act on it, apparently Crystal done paid for the tickets so they patiently waited for the next flight to Memphis.
After landing in Memphis and the ride home was bitter sweet, as Misty drives and exits the freeway mom takes in the view of the sunset over the Delta. Though life in the big city was exciting she’d also missed the simple pleasures of life. The hum of that 396 V-8 as Misty sped along the highway bumping along the cracked and broken concrete pavement. She turns off and drives through town, passing The Fuzzy Duck lounge and the piggly wiggly. Then over the old steel trussed bridge that clangs as you pass over it. And around Whorisville square where mom looks to the corner where her real estate office still was, just as she left it years before.
Misty turned the corner and the country road curves along under the dense pines of the countryside until they finally arrive home at mom’s 1950’s era simple brick rancher style home.
“ I’m finally home! “ she says happily.
I’d of course all ready gone and got us all Barbecue plates for dinner and had mom a cold beer waiting.
From the porch I watched her climb out of the passenger side seat of Misty’s Nova, as she walks towards the steps of the porch almost 3 years older since I’d seen her in person.
And to me she looked just as beautiful as she always did. My dick instantly got hard as I hugged her taking in her scent and feeling her press her breasts against me as we hug.
Yeah if Misty and Crystal wasn’t around I’d snatch that blue dress right off that old woman and bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her brains out. But unfortunately with my wife and sister in law on the scene that would have to wait.
Mom though wasted no time going straight to her room to strip down, returning to the kitchen looking like a red necked slut in just her panties, and a Winston 500 tee shirt. Her big tits jiggling freely and her nipples poking through it.
And as we sat at the table, having our feast with Misty sitting at my side. Mom sat across from me with her bare foot in my lap pressing and teasing my cock as we ate.
Yeah it was definitely good having mom back.
The End
For mom slave brain takes over as time moves forward. She finds herself eventually moved from the floor to the kitchen staff. This ain’t necessarily a bad thing. Table scraps and leftovers are much more appetizing than slave stew or kibble. Then as filling in for the bar maid she’s able to help herself to getting a nip here and there from the alcoholic spirits. In this position she’s able to interject herself into the conversations of the elite. Giving free advice to the pro slave politicians as they continue to pass laws to enslave more.
Even as a slave herself mom sees the need to keep slavery going.
The clientele comes and goes just as the young slaves are rotated through the lounge. You know how it is running a place like this? You got to keep different pussy cycling through to keep the interest of the paying public. Pussy might be pussy but you never want your establishment to get the reputation of having stale pussy. That can be a death blow to a business.
Mom’s kind of surprised that she’s not been traded off yet she assumes that being multi talented keeps herself in a steady home environment. So much so that she looses complete track of time. You would think a slave would be checking off the days of an enslavement on a calendar or something. But mom wasn’t even paying attention to anything like that.
Then came a day that Master Butch walked in to the kennel room unlocking each slaves kennel. They all crawled out and went about there routine. But when he got to mom’s kennel he unlocked it and pointed his desk to a sack.
“ That sack on the desk is for you. “
That’s all he said before walking out.
Mom crawls from her kennel for the last time, at Butches desk she looks into the sack. Which contains her makeup bag, shoes a dress and her underwear.
“ These are my clothes? Does this mean I’m free? “
She mumbles to herself taking out the pair of Navy blue high heeled pumps that Crystal picked out for her to wear. She looks at them before setting them down. She took out her makeup bag then a pair of light blue full backed panties. It had been over 2 years since she’d worn clothes. She slipped on the panties the thin but soft satin felt good to her previous naked flesh. She takes out her bra and holds it up before dropping it onto the desk. Mom wasn’t in a hurry to put that on, she’d always hated wearing bras they felt so restrictive, but she knew as a free woman she’d be expected to wear one cause otherwise people would talk.
She reached into the sack for her thigh high stockings. Then sat in the chair and rolled the stockings down and placed them against the toes of her right foot and slowly pulled upward watching as her pale white flesh was covered by the tan cover of the nylons.
Mom liked stockings, she liked how they made her legs look. Especially wearing heels when a man would give her legs a second and third look. They also allowed easy access for spontaneous sexual adventures in public places.
Being bent over and fucked as a free woman was a real thrill for her.
She opened her makeup bag, finding a watch, earrings and a hairbrush. She put the things on and brushed through her hair, before putting on her makeup. The base, sort of covers her wrinkles and transformed her pasty white look to a vibrant glow that she realized quickly that she missed. She carefully adds on the mascara and eyeliner, then lipstick and gives herself another look in the mirror at herself still top less. She sighs reluctantly as she picks up the bra and puts it around her and hooked the three hooks then spins it around and put her arms through the shoulder straps, pulling it upward as her big tits slip into the cups of the bra. It lifts and holds them firmly supporting them in place. She looks down at herself and has a flashback of the surgical scissors that freed her from the previous bra.
As humiliating as that day was for mom she’d realized over her enslavement that that was the best day of her life. To her nothing was more thrilling than being stripped naked and put on display in a public setting. The adrenaline of it was a high like no other.
She then put on the Navy blue dress she’d worn so long ago, then the belt that went around her waist giving her that sexy hourglass figure. She last but not least took each high heeled shoe and bent her leg backwards and put them on, holding on to her former masters desk she took a few clumsy steps, steadying herself in the four inch heels like a teenage girl learning how to walk in them again.
“ Shit! These shoes and bra are coming off! As soon as I get home! “
She then opened the door and lined up down the hall was all the slaves waiting to say good bye to her.
Mom fought the urge to just break down as she lovingly hugged each one of them as if they all were her own family.
Last but not least was Master Butch. She hugs him to and he kissed her on the cheek.
“ You need to go now! “
He said walking away from her and the slaves back toward his office so they don’t see him cry.
Mom turned the corner and sees Misty and Crystal waiting by the door. She smiles and runs to them they have a group hug and cry together. She kisses them both.
After a short cry mom pulls herself together then goes straight for Misty’s purse Gimme Gimme! She says grabbing the pack of Marlboro reds. She almost tears the box apart to get one. She lights up and quickly walks out the front door of the DC suck lounge and puffs on the cigarette as she makes her way towards the Taxi that takes them back towards the airport. She gives the nations Capital and White House one last look as they pass it.
She felt this would probably be the last time she’d come to the nation’s capital. Lots of things she’d miss about the place. But going home to Mississippi was also exciting to.
They caught a flight and of course was flown straight to Atlanta where they had an unfortunate layover.
“ We could rent a car and drive home. “
Misty suggested.
“ Hell no! “
Crystal yells at her.
“ I’m not driving through Alabama! That’s an enslavement waiting to happen! “
Crystal informs her.
Mom smiles at the thought of that, her and the girls together getting pulled over in some hick town had a certain appeal to it.
But she doesn’t act on it, apparently Crystal done paid for the tickets so they patiently waited for the next flight to Memphis.
After landing in Memphis and the ride home was bitter sweet, as Misty drives and exits the freeway mom takes in the view of the sunset over the Delta. Though life in the big city was exciting she’d also missed the simple pleasures of life. The hum of that 396 V-8 as Misty sped along the highway bumping along the cracked and broken concrete pavement. She turns off and drives through town, passing The Fuzzy Duck lounge and the piggly wiggly. Then over the old steel trussed bridge that clangs as you pass over it. And around Whorisville square where mom looks to the corner where her real estate office still was, just as she left it years before.
Misty turned the corner and the country road curves along under the dense pines of the countryside until they finally arrive home at mom’s 1950’s era simple brick rancher style home.
“ I’m finally home! “ she says happily.
I’d of course all ready gone and got us all Barbecue plates for dinner and had mom a cold beer waiting.
From the porch I watched her climb out of the passenger side seat of Misty’s Nova, as she walks towards the steps of the porch almost 3 years older since I’d seen her in person.
And to me she looked just as beautiful as she always did. My dick instantly got hard as I hugged her taking in her scent and feeling her press her breasts against me as we hug.
Yeah if Misty and Crystal wasn’t around I’d snatch that blue dress right off that old woman and bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her brains out. But unfortunately with my wife and sister in law on the scene that would have to wait.
Mom though wasted no time going straight to her room to strip down, returning to the kitchen looking like a red necked slut in just her panties, and a Winston 500 tee shirt. Her big tits jiggling freely and her nipples poking through it.
And as we sat at the table, having our feast with Misty sitting at my side. Mom sat across from me with her bare foot in my lap pressing and teasing my cock as we ate.
Yeah it was definitely good having mom back.
The End
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