“Ensuring that all the paperwork supporting the enforcement of the prenuptial agreement is in order prior to going to court is essential to a successful enslavement. The Collared phase is complete once the bailiff hands the leash to attached to the naked collared slave husband to his wife.” – Laura Simmons
“I was surprised how sexually arousing watching the judge order my husband stripped and collared in the courtroom would be. My throbbing pussy was a leaking sieve when the bailiff handed me his leash and I led him out of the courtroom. That first time later that day when I climaxed all over my new slave’s face was one of the most memorable orgasms of my entire life.” – Jing Gao
Will Stevens POV
“That’s a good slave boy,” Jing encouraged, after coating my face with her fluids during her climax.
“Fuck, somehow, she knew! How did she always know?” I thought to myself, freezing in panic at what she would do to me because I had fooled around with some pleasure sluts with the guys the night before our wedding. How did she find out this time? It’s like she has a sixth sense.
Triumphantly she ground her oozing pussy all over my face like an apex predator marking her territory, making me feel like a possession of sorts before scooting back and sitting on my chest. My beautiful bride looked down at me with a wry smile on her face arching one eyebrow expectantly letting me know it was time for my confession. And I knew better than to disappoint her.
“Well, what have you got to say for yourself?” she smirked, waiting for my admission.
Sheepishly, I grinned up at her, “Can I have a Mulligan?”
Jing rolled her head back letting loose with her unique melodious laughter. Sitting on my chest her body convulsed delightfully as I joined her, laughing at the absurdity of my request.
“Please?” I begged, a weak shamefaced smile on my face. I mean, it couldn’t hurt to ask, right?
“Oh, that’s a good one, honey,” she chuckled, wiping the tears from her eyes. She leaned down giving me a passionate kiss before turning serious, “The answer’s a resounding no!” Gazing lovingly into my eyes she smiled, “Tomorrow morning we’re going to court, but before that I texted Nikki and you have a Skype session scheduled at 4:00 pm this afternoon to help prepare you for the next few months so we can leave on our honeymoon as planned. Now let’s get cleaned up and you can make me one of your marvelous breakfasts.”
*****
After a somewhat leisurely last day with my new bride involving many bouts of sex with my suddenly insatiable wife, my meeting with Dr. Sheldon took place as scheduled. I wondered what new pearls of wisdom she would be sharing with me when the Skype connection went through. It was clear she was at home but even through Skype I was buoyed by her positive energy. After a quick review of what to expect when being processed through the slave market and how to handle it, we shifted gears.
“Has Jing given you any advice on how to manage your time at the Cougar Club? Or, what she expects you to accomplish?
I gulped, the thought of spending a month or two at that slave training facility for males had me worried, no, a little bit scared. I had asked her to reconsider so many times she told me she would use her hairbrush on my ass if I brought it up again.
“She thinks I am too cavalier about using slaves for sex and wants me to understand what it feels like to be a slave with no control over my own body. In a way she is right, my friends and I never think about what is happening from the slave’s perspective.”
“Many people, especially former slaves, think that all young people should spend some time wearing a collar to better appreciate their freedom. Jing conveyed this belief to me when we first met. The sudden loss of freedom and control can be unnerving.”
“I’m also supposed to look at it as a learning experience, specifically to study how to better please a woman, ah sexually.”
“What’s wrong with that? She’s spent months doing the same thing and you are the beneficiary of everything she learned.”
“It’s the other stuff that has me worried. Being forced to have sex with other men and then she keeps talking about pegging me. That’s just gross. I’m not gay!”
“Well, I orally serviced lots of men and women when I was a slave for six months so you should expect the same, especially during your training,” she giggled good naturedly. “Your mistake is linking pegging with homosexuality. It’s not, many men enjoy a good pegging from their Mistresses because it feels good. The act of submission and feelings of vulnerability can be terribly arousing for most submissive men. When done with your spouse or significant other it adds to the intimacy of the relationship. You need to get over this stigma you have with pegging being gay. My best advice is to keep an open mind, and if you do have to suck a dick, do a good job and get it over with as quickly as possible.”
Nikki’s infectious smile beamed through the screen when she chuckled, “I’ll let you in on a secret. All those lesbian porn movies were made for men as were all the gay male ones. Most women don’t get off watching that stuff, so I doubt Jing wants to watch you with another man’s cock in your mouth. Just don’t piss her off and make her teach you a lesson. I had one client that took her slave boyfriend to a glory hole establishment where he spent hours sucking different cocks to completion.”
The horrified look on my face told it all, so she skillfully changed the topic asking, “Are you familiar with the term female led relationship, FLR for short?”
“No, why?”
Nikki gave me a reassuring look and asked, “In your relationship who does the cooking, and shopping.”
“I do since I’m a way better cook and work from home most of the time. Jing works long hours as a lawyer, so I always have dinner ready for her when she gets home. Sometimes I’ll pack her a lunch in the morning. Jing took care of the home purchase, mortgage, property taxes and everything to do with the house when we purchased it last month although I handled the kitchen remodel.”
Nikki’s eyes took on a mischievous twinkle with the next line of questions
“I’m going to ask some questions about your sex life. Just go with me here, ok?”
I nodded for her to proceed wondering where she was going with this. As far as I could tell we had a rather vanilla sex life. Nothing particularly exciting except when Jing brought home a pleasure slut for us to share.
“How often is Jing on top during sex?”
“About half, but we move around a lot. Jing enjoys many different positions as do I.”
“Does Jing let you know when she is ready for you to climax?”
“I know when she is ready now and learned to hold it. Early on I was a little early shall we say but Jing let me know. She even spanked me a few times, fooling around, but it was playful. Sometimes she does it for no reason now. It’s fun.”
“Do you spank her for fun too?”
I paused thinking, trying to recall if I ever had. I mean, I have playfully grabbed her ass and slapped it from time to time around the house, but always in private.
“When was the last time you put Jing over your knee for a spanking? Or better yet, have you ever done it?” smirked Nikki.
“I guess Jing is the kinky disciplinarian in our relationship,” I chuckled in embarrassment.
Damn, that sounded lame.
“Do you regularly get a cream pie after intercourse?”
Blushing, embarrassed to admit it, I replied, “Yeah, I didn’t like to at first, but she doesn’t want to drip and make a mess. I mean, I cum a lot so I’m making the mess. It also feels good for her. I pride myself in getting her off at least once if not more while cleaning her out.”
“How about when you have a slave girl in bed with you?”
“Jing makes me watch her ride the slave’s face like she owns it, climaxing at least once while grinding her vagina into the slut’s face just like what she does with me. It’s hot to watch, often leading to another round of sex.”
“Were you jealous the other night when that collared slut was getting Jing off instead of you?”
I was getting nervous; I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I had an inkling where this was going letting a “Yes,” escape my lips.
“Who brings the pleasure slut into the bedroom? Who picks the girl?”
“She does, but I get to pick the hole when we DP the slave girl.”
“Who’s always on top?”
“Jing, … but she’s not strong enough to support two bodies like I am,” I replied, realizing exactly how lame that sounded once I uttered those words.
With her infectious beaming smile Nikki giggled, “Look, although you’re the man in the relationship, it’s clear your wife wears the pants.”
I sighed, suddenly seeing where Nikki was going with this as I questioned my own masculinity. Damn, I was totally pussy whipped as Eddie would call it.
“Hey, why the long face? You’re describing a healthy sex life. One that you clearly enjoy. Many men are submissive in the bedroom with more dominant women. There’s nothing wrong with it. The two of you complement each other perfectly, just like my husband and me. The only difference being I am a woman. And a rather successful one at that. Look, I spent six months as a slave obligated to perform all sorts of sex acts during that time. Your wife who loves you dearly is in control of your future. Is that so bad?”
“No, I guess not,” I sighed, I mean she had a point there that in a way made me feel better about the situation.
Her face lit up, “Hey, we submissive FINO slaves need to stick together. I’ll check in on you every week or two until you get home.”
That buoyed my spirits, “Thanks, I’d like that. Is there any way you can talk her out of the piercing.”
A sly smile covered Nikki’s face as she chuckled, “No, I can’t help you there. But I can tell you that it is not as bad as you’re imagining. First off, the male penis is full of nerves designed to detect pleasure, not pain, so it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as you might think.
Surprised by the revelation and embarrassed by the topic I squeaked, “Really?”
“Really, the jewelry feels good for the woman giving her added stimulation and I think it looks nice. A Prince Albert piercing looks hot on a man. It’s the most common and then there is a reverse Prince Albert for women that think ahead who prefer to face their men during intercourse. No-one wants a redo to get it right,” she chuckled.
I instinctively crossed my legs at that redo comment.
“Also, many men report that a Prince Albert adds pleasurable sensations for them during sex. My clients, male and female, swear by them.” With a conspiratorial glint in her eyes Nikki giggled sweetly, “I’ve been trying to get my husband to get one without any luck so far. Maybe you can help me convince him of the benefits after you get used to yours.”
*****
It was a little before 8:30 a.m. and I was sitting in Department 27 located in the Frank Crowley Courts building otherwise known as slave court. Jing was sitting next to me holding my hand reassuringly with her lawyer, mentor and close friend Laura Simmons sitting next to her. We’d socialized with Laura and her significant other on numerous occasions.
When the judge entered the courtroom, the bailiff called out, "All rise, Department 27 of the Dallas County Court, state of Texas, is in session, the Honorable Judith Williamson presiding."
The black female judge confidently strode into the room taking the bench, her entire being exuded an aura of authority that she was in charge in her courtroom. She was one of the most striking older women that I'd ever seen. Not beautiful, exactly, but enthralling. In her mid-forties she was athletic and tall, how tall exactly I wasn't sure as I couldn't see her footwear, but definitely taller than most. Her long, straightened, chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a no-nonsense ponytail behind a handsome, chiseled face that contained a pair of intelligent piercing brown eyes that scanned the courtroom. She was clearly in charge of everything she surveyed.
“You may be seated,” said the bailiff after the judge took her seat.
Judge Williamson efficiently moved through her calendar with compassion and a bit of humor, calling case after case leading to the enslavement of one woman after another with only a few exceptions as I wondered where all the male slaves were. Although, I did notice a few nervous looking men sitting in the audience. There was a slave processing room built into the side of the courtroom behind a glass wall where the new slaves were stripped, collared, cuffed, gagged, and then led away on a leash or pushed into a poodle cage for transport; the room was quickly becoming backlogged with all the new slaves.
Soon that would be me. It was all so unnerving as I sat there waiting for my turn. It was also for some inexplicable reason highly arousing as I felt my cock throbbing as I prayed, I wouldn’t embarrass myself by sprouting a woody. Thinking about it only made it worse. The whole time Jing held my hand keeping me calm, stroking it with her thumb while periodically whispering reassuringly in my ear that everything was going to be alright.
Finally, a case involving a male named Adam Henderson. At least I wasn’t going to be the only one as I watched what befell this unfortunate young man. He was fresh out of high school pulling some Tick Tock stunt in a parking garage with his skateboard on the front of his new owner’s Lamborghini. The tall, statuesque, and fit fortyish woman had a predatory glean to her eye as the judge approved a three-year enslavement for the pretty young man. Instead of processing him in the side room the judge had him stripped naked right in front of her while she clearly enjoyed the show.
Then it got worse, after collaring, gagging, and cuffing the new slave, the clearly entertained female bailiff stroked him to a rather impressive erection while his new owner and the judge conversed with an air of familiarity commenting on his impressive cock size for one with such a small frame like he wasn’t even there. How many times had I and my friends made similar comments about a pleasure slut’s tits or ass without consideration of their feelings. The owner pulled out a gag, cuffs, collar, leash, cock cage, riding crop and a rather large buttplug with a pink poodle tail from her large purse, laying them all out on counsel table.
The judge snickered, “Esmerelda, will this one be feminized and turned into a gelding like Pat? I noticed the statutory prohibition was explicitly waived in this agreement. It would be such a waste considering the size of his endowment.”
Aware that she had an audience, Esmerelda grabbed the riding crop off the table, “There are pros and cons to neutering a male slave since they are so much more obedient when using their testicles for discipline.” Her voice hardened, “Bend over and spread your legs, slave boy.”
The new slave cock hesitated, finally with the help of the bailiff he was in position as Esmerelda ran the riding crop over his behind before prodding his ball sack that was just hanging out in the open.
“It only takes one or two well placed blows to the family jewels to make a point,” chuckled Esmerelda, firmly smacking the poor guy right on his nuts.
The gag only partially muted the shrill high-pitched shriek that sent a chill down my spine and I’m sure every other male in the courtroom as the slave boy crumpled to the ground. And she really hadn’t hit him that hard. While Esmerelda and the judge chatted comfortably, I watched with horror as the bailiff got the sobbing slave back onto his feet and forcefully bent him over the counsel table, lubed the fat plug and then shoved it home, eliciting another pained squeal. Next thing I know the woman is triumphantly leading the teary-eyed formerly free Adam Henderson over to the processing room to obtain her paperwork by a leash not attached to his collar, but to the end of his cock cage with that hideous pink poodle tail in his ass wiggling behind him. I was so happy not to be him right now as I observed the start of what would likely turn out to be the worst day of his life.
Fortunately for me I would be owned by the woman that I loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sensing my stress after that demonstration Jing gave my hand another reassuring squeeze while leaning over kissing me reassuringly on the cheek making me feel better as I watched several more women enslaved.
“Calling the case of In re William Stevens, docket number CV 2016-39278,” announced the judge.
We entered the well of the courtroom and moved behind the counsel table and stood waiting. Once we were in place the judge nodded towards Laura saying, “Counsel.”
“Laura Simmons for Jing Gao, I represent the aggrieved party in this proceeding. Mr. Stevens is appearing pro-per having decided not to contest this action.”
“I have before me a prenuptial agreement, a stipulation signed by both parties that the agreement was violated by Mr. Stevens, an order imposing a five-year FINO and an order sealing the prenuptial agreement and stipulation. I must say, this is a first for me. I’ve never seen a prenuptial agreement that included a FINO enslavement clause, but it appears in order.”
The judge paused, looking down at me with a condescending look that made me feel like a piece of excrement that she had stepped on by accident on the way into court. Looking closely at her I noticed the pendant around her neck was the paw logo for the Cougar Club. I suddenly had a sinking feeling this wasn’t going to end well.
Shaking her head in disappointment she began, “Mr. Stevens, since you are not represented by counsel, I am going to ask you a couple of questions to satisfy myself that the prenuptial agreement was voluntarily entered into by both parties. Do you understand?”
“Yes, your honor.”
“I see that you consulted with Dr. Sheldon prior to signing the prenup and she will be acting as your guardian ad litem. Did she answer all your questions so that you understand what would be expected of you as your wife’s slave?”
“Yes, your honor. I met with her twice before signing the agreement and reviewed several articles she sent me to read. I also met with her yesterday afternoon on Skype.”
“Did Ms. Gao threaten you or coerce you in any way to sign this agreement?
Was the promise of anal sex coercement? Oh man, that ass fuck was the best with that smoking hot slave girl participating. Reliving it in my mind was making my cock throb. For some reason I found the courtroom setting, and my current predicament highly arousing. I could feel my face flushing in embarrassment at the sudden tightness in my pants.
Looking at the ground I finally stammered, “No, your honor.”
“You understand by the terms of this agreement Ms. Gao can parade your naked ass in public, send you to slave training schools, brand your ass, pierce your genitals, and order you to perform just about any sex act she desires with whomever she wants.”
The way she emphasized sex act made my cock throb painfully as it strained against my pants. Hopefully the judge wouldn’t notice that I was getting an erection in her courtroom. Why was I becoming sexually aroused? I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I answered, “Yes, your honor.”
The judge had a wolfish look on her face as she licked her lips while staring at my crotch smirking, “That includes pegging Mr. Stevens. Have you ever been pegged before?”
“No, your Honor,” I hastily replied, my face flushed with embarrassment while trying nonchalantly to adjust my pants trying to become more comfortable before answering, unintentionally drawing attention to my predicament as visions of submitting to a pegging by Jing filled my head.
Indignantly Jing stomped her foot in the cute way that she does when irritated, hissing in my ear, “Will, you’re embarrassing me. I can’t believe you’re getting an erection in court.”
If I thought it was bad now, it was only going to get worse as the judge reviewed the documents. Shaking her head in disgust she paused, glaring at me like I was the lowest of life forms before returning to the documents, her lips pursed in disapproval.
She looked down at me with a scowl on her attractive face, sounding incredulous she asked, “Mr. Stevens, am I to understand that you only lasted fourteen days before violating this prenup by having sex with not one, but three different pleasure sluts, the night before your wedding?”
That comment elicited an array of gasps, giggles, and snickers from those in the courtroom. The judge made me feel so low that I could dangle my legs off a dime, avoiding eye contact, all I could do was meekly answer, “Yes, your honor.”
The judge quickly retorted, “Could you be any more disrespectful to your wife Mr. Stevens? Ms. Gao, I could annul this marriage if you so requested. Frankly, I am disgusted by this misogynist behavior.”
I grimaced inwardly at the memory as I questioned why I allowed it to happen as the sex with Jing was always so much better. Faintly I recalled Eddie and Brock had both insisted on a triple header; a blonde, a brunette and a red head for my last night as a free man. Drunk as I was, who was I to argue with them at that moment in time.
I heard a few more snickers and giggles at the judge’s outburst. This spurred Jing to engage. Taking charge, she moved close to my side, possessively grabbing my erection, giving it a firm confident squeeze letting everyone in the courtroom know that I now belonged to her.
Looking the judge squarely in the eye Jing calmly responded, “Oh no, your Honor. My husband is a wonderful man. The challenge is his best friend who at times is a bad influence upon him. If I’m being honest, I fully expected him to violate the prenup. He is a man after all; he needs help controlling his baser impulses. I was aware that he had violated it before the wedding and still chose to marry him. It is all part of my plan to mold him into the best version of himself.”
That piqued the judge’s interest, the sudden realization that I had fallen into Jing’s trap changed her attitude somewhat. The judge pursed her lips, and audibly sighed, “Well, if this was all by design on your part then, the paperwork is all in order with one exception. I see you have designated him as a pleasure slut and left the box for his cock size blank. If you want judicial certification for this designation, we’ll have to do a cursory examination.”
For some reason being designated as a pleasure slut instead of a domestic servant, manual laborer, or extraordinary talent felt even more demeaning. I mean, pleasure sluts were generally all women, not men, unless owned by a gay man or dominant woman. Now I was being lumped into that category with all the slave whores whose sole basis for existence was sexually satisfying their owners, the very kind of slave I had used so casually to get into this situation. Now I was the sex object, and I didn’t like how that made me feel.
A lascivious grin adorned the judge’s face, she snickered, “He already has a rather prominent erection so this should be quick. Strip, let’s get this over with.”
I froze like a deer in the headlights as the bailiff sprang into action.
The bailiff grabbed some thin plastic gloves and turned to Jing, “Did you bring a gag, cock cage, collar, leash, plug, and a bag for his possessions?”
“Right here,” replied Jing, who suddenly had a worried look on her face. “I didn’t bring a buttplug though.”
“That’s ok, the court has complementary ones for men,” chuckled the bailiff, emptying the contents of the bag on the counsel table.
I stared in shock as a leather strap, Jing’s good sized fluorescent pink strap-on dildo, and two branding heads with Chinese symbols landed on the table along with the cuffs, gag, cock cage, collar, and leash. Why in the world did Jing have those things!?
Jing elbowed me in the side giving me a get moving look, spurring me to action. I removed my shoes and placed them into the bag. I hadn’t worn socks or underwear for obvious reasons. My shirt and pants quickly followed leaving me as naked as the day I was born.
“Present,” ordered the bailiff, pulling a two-foot length of seamstress measuring tape from her pocket after donning plastic gloves.
I quickly moved into the correct position facing the judge, my legs apart and fingers interlaced behind my neck. Thankfully Jing had run me through the basic positions a few times in between our many bouts of sex yesterday. Jing giggled, rolling one of my nipples between her fingers sending tingles of delight straight to my raging boner making it even harder if that was even possible.
“That looks like a nicely proportioned seven-incher, nice and thick that is,” chuckled the judge, licking her lips with a predatory gleam in her eyes.
The bailiff ran a finger along the underside making me shudder and moan before she efficiently measured my length along the top of my cock and then the girth at the base.
“The penis is a good seven and a half inches with good girth at the base and a nice shape,” reported the bailiff, running her hand along the length for good measure while winking and whispering to me, “I really love my job.”
“I filled in the box, so the paperwork is now complete. Ms. Simmons, was your client aware that Mr. Stevens had violated the agreement prior to the marriage?
I’m not sure why that was relevant, but after a quick consultation with Jing, Ms. Simmons answered, “Yes, she was aware of the violation prior to the wedding.”
“Was it her intention to enforce the violation when she married Mr. Stevens?” inquired the judge.
“Yes, that was her intention,” replied Ms. Simmons after a nod from Jing.
The judge frowned, pausing for a moment of contemplation before continuing, “Mr. Stevens, since Ms. Gao was aware you were in violation of the prenuptial agreement prior to the wedding and did not inform you of her intent, there is an argument that this marriage was fraudulently entered into and thus subject to an annulment. That would mean that the prenuptial agreement would be void and thus unenforceable. You could put your clothes back on right now and walk out of here a free man and litigate this issue. That would entail hiring a lawyer and you could still lose. This an issue of first impression, so it likely would take years to resolve. Do you understand?"
Without hesitating I held my head high and replied in a firm voice, "Yes your honor, I understand the choice and wish to remain married to my wife Jing Gao, even if it results in me becoming her FINO slave for five years."
Truth be told, I just couldn't imagine my life without Jing. So, there really wasn't a choice for me although I was hoping she would just drop this FINO thing. In a way, I had already accepted my fate yesterday and standing naked in court with an erection I had kinda passed the point of no return anyway in my own mind. There was no way I was living this one down with family and friends if I somehow retained my freedom.
The judge briefly smiled, giving me an approving look for the first time today before ruling, "Ms. Gao, I find that your husband entered into this valid FINO contract freely and voluntarily and then violated it. He knowingly waived any claim of fraud upon which an annulment could be based. I’ve signed the judgment and sealing orders; they’ll be filed immediately. The clerk will prepare the certified copies that you’ll need to get him processed and one for your own records. Mr. Stevens you are now a FINO slave to Ms. Gao for the next five years of your life per the terms of that agreement. I suspect the two of you will have quite an interesting honeymoon.”
That last comment elicited several snickers and laughs from those in the courtroom causing Ms. Simmons to intervene, “Thank you, your Honor, we will move along into the processing room for new slaves while the clerk prepares the paperwork.”
Glancing at the obvious backlog in the processing room, a lascivious grin adorned the judge’s face, “I order that Mr. Stevens be caged, cuffed, collared, gagged, plugged, and led out of this courtroom on a leash. It looks like we have a backlog, so we’ll process him here in the well. We’re off the record. The court will be in recess for twenty minutes to allow the clerks to catch up on the paperwork and take their morning break. Bailiff, please get him prepared for transport. Ladies, approach. I have a few questions for you.”
Jing and Laura approached the bench as the judge leaned down for a private conversation that I could partially overhear as the bailiff ordered, “Collar,” and efficiently secured the slave collar in place followed by the gag and handcuffs.
I overheard the judge say, “This prenup is ingenious in its simplicity. I love it, except for the part where it could be violated prior to the marriage, but that's moot now. What are your plans for your new husband?”
“I’ll process him through HCI today and then off to The Cougar Club for their basic six-week training session. Our honeymoon is scheduled nine weeks out so he should be trained, healed, and ready to go by then.”
“Healed!? She wasn’t going to brand my ass, was she?” I thought, suddenly realizing this was becoming more real by the minute.
I squealed in surprise into my gag like a little girl when the bailiff shrank my cock using a bag of frozen peas to fit it into the little cock cage. Where did she have those stashed? Then I was bent over the counsel table for my plugging. At least the bailiff was kind enough to work some lube into my ass with her fingers before inserting the plug. Then it got weird, she didn’t just thrust it in like I expected, instead she started fucking my ass with it teasingly, rhythmically pushing in and pulling out the plug, working a little more of it in with each push stretching me out little by little. Damn, it was beginning to feel good to be penetrated, making my dick strain against the cock cage as Jing and the judge chatted. The judge invited Jing to dinner at the Cougar Club tonight to meet the ladies and get some advice on piercings. Something else that would have to heal. Yikes!
“Stop toying with him and shove it in,” laughed the judge, drawing attention to my plight. “It sure looks like he is beginning to enjoy it though.”
The bailiff giggled sweetly and pushed the plug up my ass that left me feeling full after a brief burning sensation caused by the sudden stretch. She followed that up with a hard slap on my rump.
The bailiff good naturedly ordered, “Stand up, slave cock.”
She pulled off her gloves and hooked the leash to my collar and handed it to Jing saying, “He’s all yours, ma’am. Nice catch.”
The judge stood up, “It’s been a pleasure meeting you Ms. Gao, but I need to step out for a moment before court resumes. I’ll see you at 6:00 pm for dinner at the club. Ms. Simmons, you’re welcome to join us too.” Pointing to the counsel table the judge chuckled, “Oh, don’t leave your strap-on behind. It looks like you’ll be needing it soon.”
Next thing I knew I was being led out of the courtroom by Jing, my face flushed with embarrassment at my current appearance. I looked down at the ground refusing to make eye contact with any of the free people while making my first walk of shame out of the courthouse to the car knowing full well it wouldn’t be my last by any means. Damn, that cock cage was uncomfortably tight.
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Captured, Collared and Trained Ch 2. The new slave goes to court.
Captured, Collared and Trained Ch 2. The new slave goes to court.
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Jing Gao’s POV
I was in a rush to get to the local Human Capital Incorporated (HCI) slave market before the noon sign-in deadline for the Monday lady’s day event. That’s when male pleasure sluts are processed as a group together in the afternoon. For a fee, certain bonus services exist that are not normally made available the rest of the week. I wanted to take advantage of a few of these options to really drive home for Will his changed status.
At 11:10 a.m. the parking lot at HCI wasn't full by any stretch, but most of the spaces near the main entrance to the slave market were taken. I saw Esmerelda from the slave court parked by the fence on the far side away from the entrance. Even leaning against her SUV, she towered over her new acquisition kneeling before her. The slave proceeded to reach under her dress and pull a pair of black lace panties down her muscular legs that she stepped out of when they got to her ankles. Sure enough, she pulled the young man under her dress for some oral service with one hand holding the back of his head guiding it while rubbing a riding crop on his ass for motivation with the other.
Damn that looked like a good idea! I had a few minutes to spare, but I didn’t want to put myself on display like that out in public. I was a professional after all. It just wasn’t dignified for a young up and coming female lawyer like myself, or was it?
I’d soaked my panties in court this morning, the excitement of collaring my love already had my kitty humming nicely, then he sprouted an erection that initially embarrassed me until I realized that all the other women were jealous, looking at my man with envy once he was stripped naked in court. Will is one hell of a male specimen after all with his rugged good looks, athletic physique, and nice-sized cock. My pussy was throbbing with need the entire drive from court as I drove my Tesla towards Esmerelda like a moth drawn to a flame.
I pulled into a parking slot one over from Esmerelda and hopped out of my car and opened the trunk rapidly changing out of my three-inch heels. Trading them in for a pair of stylish cowboy boots which were much more practical for walking around the inner workings of a slave market.
While pulling Will out of the car I heard a loud “Thwack!” followed by a muffled squeal from the kneeling slave boy that had displeased Esmerelda. Sounding a lot like a schoolteacher calmly tutoring an underperforming student that had disappointed her, she directed, “Get that tongue moving my little slave cock. Find my clitoris and lick it good. Oh yeah, that’s it, right there.”
I don’t know what came over me, but my judgement may have been clouded by my throbbing pussy that was leaking like a sieve needing instant relief. Since joining the firm I’d seen many partners and even some associates getting a blow job in the office and even out in public. If I was going to make partner, maybe I needed to start acting like one. So, putting my reservations aside, I removed Will’s gag, leaned back against the car facing Esmerelda and rolled up my black pencil skirt.
“Knees,” I commanded quickly followed by “Mouth,” with my new slave boy quickly complying, diving in trying to lick his way through my already soaked panties that now formed a barrier to my relief. Damn! I’d forgotten that I’d worn them today. With his hands cuffed behind his back he couldn’t pull them down. It felt like I was teasing myself. I stomped my foot in frustration at the delay, quickly rolling my soaked panties down my legs and stepping out of them with my right foot and tucking the flimsy material into my left boot for safe keeping.
“I need to cum now,” I hissed at Will, while also informing the few people within hearing of my current condition.
Will knew what I needed, feasting momentarily on the fluids dripping off my labia, then cleaning out my hole with his tongue before moving on to my engorged clitoris. I felt his warm wet tongue sliding forcefully across my hypersensitive clitty for the first time and I had an instantaneous liftoff. It was like dropping a match into a pool of gasoline. Poof! A fireball orgasm as I exploded in a frenzy all over Will’s face while crying out loudly.
“I’m cumming, yeesssss … fuck, that’s it. Don’t stop, bitch!”
“There’s nothing like cumming on the face of a freshly collared slave cock before taking him into the slave market for processing,” sighed Esmerelda knowingly, looking over at me with eyes lidded with arousal as she ground her pussy into her new slave boy’s face.
Esmerelda had something there. “That was incredible, and I’m feeling another, even bigger one building up,” I panted. The new power I had over Will was like an aphrodisiac spurring me on. Reaching down with my right hand I pulled my butt cheek out while raising my right leg over Will’s shoulder giving my slave cock better access to my starburst, commanding, “Lick my asshole slave boy.”
Will didn’t hesitate, aggressively driving his tongue up my dookie hole like there was no tomorrow. And it felt divine as I sighed contently leaning back against the car while relishing in the sweet sensations until I was rudely interrupted.
“Look mom, two slave cocks servicing a couple of women!” squealed an excited teenage female voice.
It turned out my cries had drawn a few spectators as it is not every day that one sees male pleasure sluts serving their Mistresses in the parking lot of a slave market. Usually, it was the other way around. Irritated by the disruption, I looked over in the direction of the young woman finding a ridiculously cute bubbly teenager literally bouncing up and down with excitement, her big boobies jiggling like Jell-O. She was naked with a nice firm figure wearing a slave collar with a MILF holding her leash, that due to the resemblance had to be her mother. Next to her was another MILF, holding a leash attached to a tall hunk of a young man that was a good mix of cute and handsome, perhaps slightly more of the latter. What we had here was two moms taking their recent eighteen-year-old high school graduates for their financial aid slave grades before starting college in the fall.
Leering at me the young man sighed with envy, “Lucky guys.”
“That’s gross Josh,” retorted the girl, acting all innocent and naïve, rolling her eyes in disgust; clearly, they knew each other well.
Sensing an opportunity with a sly look on his handsome face, Josh countered, “Amber, I’d happily do that to your mom. She’s smoking hot and being led into the slave market with my face freshly glazed with her womanly fluids could only help my slave grade for my student loan.”
The devious boy had a point. Nothing says I’m a horny man slut more than having a fresh coating of girl goo on his face while sporting an impressive erection. Josh sure had the latter standing at attention. Damn, it looked bigger than Will’s as I found myself licking my lips while trying not to stare at it. The two older women glanced at each other with knowing looks coming to a silent agreement and exchanged leashes.
Shocked by the turn of events, Amber exclaimed, “Mother, how could you?”
The grinning MILF snickered, “Dear, when you’re a naked slave girl wearing a collar like you are right now, it’s Mistress, not mother. It’s time the two of you got into role for your grading.”
While Amber stared disbelievingly at her mother, Josh took the hint, suddenly kneeling in front of Amber’s mom, looking up saying, “Mrs. Appleton, you’re my Goddess, may I worship you with my tongue?”
The woman’s eyes lit up with a libidinous heat at the sight of the naked young buck with a big woody kneeling before her expectantly, she giggled naughtily, “Oh, yes.” Josh quickly pulled her pink panties off, flinging them behind him onto the pavement and dove under her dress as she spread her legs giving him better access to her lady bits. That young stud rapidly elicited passionate sighs of, “Oh Josh, oh Josh, … right there, … oh, yes, ohhh Josh.”
Amber hesitated, finally kneeling in front of Josh’s mother, reaching under her dress, and pulling her panties off.
“Amber, if you want to be a legacy in my sorority at Barnard this Fall you better get that tongue of yours moving. Think of it as practice for pledging,” kindly giggled Josh’s MILF mom, prompting Amber to action as a background of Oohs and Aahs rang out from her own mother being tongued by Josh.
“Savannah, do you mind if I purchase Josh for the rest of the week in that new Summer Slave program HCI runs. With the boys out of town on their golf trip to Pinehurst this week I could really put him to work. I promise not to hurt him, … too much,” dreamily sighed Amber’s mother. “Oh fuck, his tongue is like the Energizer bunny, it keeps going, and going.”
“It’s a deal Hayden, but only if I get Amber for the week in exchange. It’ll be like I’m a sorority big again with my strap-on. Amber, play with yourself and cum with me,” hissed Savannah, while getting a dreamy faraway look in her eyes as she ran down memory lane.
It was amazing how these mothers’ attitudes towards their children changed once they were naked wearing a collar. Amber’s response was muffled by Savannah’s muff, but from Savannah’s reaction Amber was either an experienced muff diver or a natural born pussy eater. I could just make out the blur of Amber’s glistening fingertips between her own thighs. It looked like she was adapting to her new role well and had a bright future in a sorority.
Meanwhile Will, my own little Energizer bunny, had moved on from my sensitive sphincter and was drilling my quivering hole with his tongue just how I like it with unabashed enthusiasm, pushing me to the brink with teasing detours around my engorged skittle. Somehow my left hand had found its way inside my blouse and under my flimsy bra, mauling my erect nipple sending delicious tingles to my nether region as I watched the show unfold before my very eyes.
Out of nowhere an older man walked up behind Amber. Reaching down he confidently swatted away her hand and started groping her pussy himself, easily slipping two fingers right up her drippy gash with the touch of an experienced slave wrangler used to bringing the slave heat out of his charges. From my two plus years spent as a well-trained pleasure slut wearing a collar, I recognized him for what he was.
“Oh yeah, this one’s slave hot. This slave girl’s tight hole feels like it’s overflowing with melted butter,” exclaimed the lecherous old man pulling his fingers out and sucking Amber’s pussy nectar from them clearly savoring the flavor. Sounding a lot like a connoisseur, the experienced slave monger sighed, “There’s nothing like the taste of freshly collared teen pussy.”
Damn he was good! That little slut arched her back and spread her legs in response to his ministrations, giving him better access to her charms she wiggled her butt enticingly. Accepting the invitation, he started corkscrewing her good with three fingers expertly stimulating the inexperienced young woman like a concert musician would play an instrument. That little tramp started frantically humping back on his digits, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Impressive slave heat. Very responsive; look how she’s pushing back on my fingers. Bet she has a hair trigger,” chuckled the old man in a seductive yet authoritative voice, talking to no one in particular while getting inside Amber’s head.
Between clenched teeth Savannah hissed, “Pound that slut’s pussy, her tongue’s hitting another speed now.”
The old man took a knee moving to the left side of Amber while maintaining the rhythmic finger fucking. I now had a perfect view from my current angle. He spat a big glob of spit right on that girl’s starburst, rubbed his thumb around her rusty wagon wheel twice before thrusting it up her ass whereupon he started massaging her sphincter in a circular motion. From experience I knew exactly how good that can feel and Amber responded in kind, wiggling her butt invitingly.
“You like that don’t you, dirty girl. Having my thumb jammed up your cute behind massaging your cinnamon ring. Damn slave girl, you’re a responsive little slut. This is stoking your slave heat. Papa Joe knows best.”
That was an understatement. Amber sure seemed to like it a lot, the way she kept pushing back into that man’s hand. He manipulated her like a magician running his left hand all over her fit, trembling body, stimulating the erogenous zones she didn’t even know she had, taking his time playing with her large titties and nipples all while her sloppy wet pussy made telling squelching sounds. I recognized a slut who was truly born for the collar. I’d seen many women like this who just thrived as naked pleasure sluts.
Leering down at Amber the old man snickered, “Slave girl, I think it’s time to ring your Devil’s doorbell and give you a nice big slavegasm right here in the HCI parking lot in front of all these nice people.”
Nice people my ass. What we had here was a convention of perverts. One guy had his cock down a slave girl’s throat his fingers firmly entwined in her hair using the poor girl like a golf ball cleaner. Another man was finger banging a squealing naked collared woman with one hand while pulling on her nipples, teepeeing her titties with the other.
The old man ran his left-hand down Amber’s body and between her legs and drawled, “Slave girl’s gonna gimme some sugar!”
With his skillful touch he didn’t have to ring twice as Amber’s orgasm was a sight to behold. Her squeals were partially stifled by Savannah’s pussy as her body shuddered magnificently and then it happened. That little slut in her excitement squirted right there on the pavement when Savannah climaxed all over her face. Now that was a sight to behold as Savannah’s cries of pleasure drowned out Amber’s muted moans.
“Now this slave girl’s got some grade A Prime Texas twat on her, squirting right onto the pavement in the HCI parking lot like that,” proclaimed the old man, winking at the onlookers. Standing up after Amber’s climax ran its course he slapped her firm ass hard, “Now that’s some slave heat. Slave girl here definitely has a calling for the collar. Matter of fact, I think this future pleasure slut owes me a slave tip.”
Having become overstimulated by Amber’s relentless tongue, Savannah finally pushed Amber’s head away. Amber popped out from under the dress, her beautiful slightly freckled face covered with pussy juice and her bright blue eyes were aflame with lust. I could tell from her facial expression and mannerisms that the little slut was lost in a deep slave haze.
So could Joe, grinning, “Slave girl, git over here and get those pleasure slut lips wrapped around my cock. You’re giving Papa Joe a slave tip now.”
Joe wasted no time in whipping out a substantial cock. Grabbing Amber by the hair he forced his shaft down her throat. No, a better description of what happened would be she inhaled his cock latching onto it like a leech. This clearly wasn’t the less than innocent girl’s first rodeo sucking cock by the look of it. Damn, that girl was hungrily gargling his cock with a relish of a woman lost deep in a slave daze. The gulck, gulck, gulck, gulck sounds of a slave girl getting a good face fucking range through the air as the old man used her mouth for his pleasure. He was giving it to her so good she was drooling right onto her prominent rack, making her boobs glisten in the sunlight.
Now Amber’s mom couldn’t have cared less. She was too busy creaming all over Josh’s face to pay any attention to what was happening to her daughter. Josh was in for one hell of a week as her Summer Slave.
I heard a surprised woman with a Boston accent squeal, “John, John, what are you doing!” Looking over I observed a man wearing a Red Sox shirt bending the woman over the hood of a nearby car, yanking down her shorts and panties and giving it to her good generating a mewling, “Yes, John… harder John, fuck me, oh … John.”
Tourists!
“That’s it slave girl, suck daddy’s dick,” groaned the old slave monger, pulling his shaft from her mouth he pushed her lower while slapping her in the face a few times with his saliva coated shaft. “Give old Joe’s nuts a tongue bath, slave girl.”
A mindless slave giggle escaped Amber’s lips as she happily complied just like an obedient pleasure slut. Like I said, she was a natural with a calling for the collar and Joe did her in playing to her baser hedonistic instincts. For Joe was an experienced slave whisperer projecting a confident trustworthy tone, using the subtle inflections in his voice along with the sexually degrading terminology of the trade that so aroused the now naked and collared Amber. Deep down she longed to comply with each and every one of his suggestions. Lost in her slave haze as she was, Joe was able to manipulate her, all while toying with her arousal and all-consuming need for her next climax.
Amber was one of those young women whose capacity for logical thought evaporated soon after she traded away her clothing for the collar. Once she started masturbating and kneeling in the slave market parking lot, the importance of a good slave grade needed to secure the financial aid required to attend Barnard, an elite women’s college located in New York that Amber planned to attend in the Fall began fading away. By the time Joe was corkscrewing Amber’s pussy she had lost the ability to focus on anything but giving and receiving sexual pleasure. The added stimulation from having Joe’s thumb massaging her sphincter was the straw that broke the camel’s back causing Amber’s intellect to melt right out of her pussy. At this moment in time Barnard ceased to exist as far as Amber was concerned.
When Joe tired of the tongue bath he jammed his full length back down that eager slut’s throat groaning, “You’re sucking your first big Daddy cock now, not some boy’s little prick from high school.”
Amber’s eyes lit up with excitement at the comment. Clearly the idea of graduating to blowing a mature man of the world appealed to her slave haze addled mind.
“Slave girl, I think old Joe needs to find you a rich Master to take care of you for a gap year adventure before you go off to college,” drawled Joe, gently rubbing the side of Amber’s face with his hand making her think he cared about her well-being as he bottomed out down the girl’s throat as she looked up adoringly at him with her big blue eyes. This one was hooked, literally and figuratively.
Oh, this brought back memories of me in the parking lot outside the Longhorn sucking one stranger’s cock while another fingered me to my first slavegasm before being taken to market for my first slave grading by my aunt. Now that had been one hell of a climax with me also lost in a temporary slave haze squirting on the pavement. I had become such a slut that day in the parking lot.
The Amber show and my fond memories, coupled with the unexpected onlookers were spurring me on even more making me feel like a porn starlet with a live audience when Esmerelda abruptly blew a gasket, loudly climaxing all over her new acquisition’s face. I still had my right leg hooked over Will’s shoulder with the fingers of my right hand entwined in his hair redirecting his overactive tongue towards my own Devil’s doorbell which he rang with enthusiasm.
My orgasm exploded, overwhelming me with sensations that wracked my body. Convulsing out of control, I rolled my head back and screamed to the high heavens, squirting all over my slave’s face. Oh, my goodness, the abundant fluids almost made it feel like I was peeing on his face while somehow maintaining my balance in my precarious position. My handsome slave boy lashed my nubbin until I couldn’t take it anymore, abruptly pushing his face back. When my vision cleared, Will was looking up at me adoringly with his face drenched in my girl cum. Oh, how I loved this man!
I heard clapping coming from a grinning Esmerelda who still had her new toy under her dress doing who knows what.
“Now, that was impressive,” tittered Esmerelda, glancing Joe’s way as somehow Josh was enthusiastically finger banging Amber as she drooled all over Joe's big cock, spittle dripping from her chin down onto her ample bosom, all while the MILFs and several other gawkers looked on.
With an experienced eye Joe took in Josh’s efforts, “Boy, use three fingers and give them a gentle twist while finger fucking the slut. Trust old Joe here. You need to corkscrew your fingers for added stimulation. It drives them crazy every time. Then spit on her rosebud and jam your thumb up her ass to the knuckle and gently massage her sphincter from the inside. These sluts love having their cinnamon ring massaged this way.”
The three-finger twist elicited an instant reaction from Amber who started frantically humping back on Josh’s fingers. The little slut went into overdrive when Josh worked his thumb up her ass. Damn, that old man was good. Joe looked like he was ready to pop in Amber’s mouth at any moment.
Joe grunted, “With your left hand run your fingers around her ignition button but whatever you do, don’t punch it yet. Wait til I tell ya before you rub her happy switch. In no time, the little slut will be so slave hot she’ll will be dripping on the pavement.”
The fingers of Joe’s left hand were entwined in Amber’s hair making it easy for him to control his human fleshlight while lecturing her, “When I splooge in your mouth, you collect Papa Joe’s baby batter on your tongue and stick it out while holding your mouth open so everyone can see your prize, ya hear slave girl?”
That dirty old man grunted, unloading in Amber’s mouth as her eyes bugged out when he hoarsely proclaimed, “Ring her bell now boy.”
Amber exploded instantly. I swear I could see his thick cock pulsing with each shot on goal. Then he pulled his shaft coated with saliva and cum out of her mouth. Turning her head sideways by the hair he shot a strand of splooge that went from her temple down her glowing face to her chin while she exploded in a wondrous climax. Somehow the shuddering girl managed to proudly hold her tongue with its slimy treasure out for all to see as she rode out her frenzy. Most definitely born for the collar.
Towards the end of her orgasm Joe ordered, “Swallow,” and she did, taking her time making a libidinous demonstration of it, naughtily rolling his jism around on her tongue concluding with an exaggerated swallow. A look of rapture adorned Amber’s face as she lustfully looked up at old Joe waiting for his next command. Joe just grabbed her flowing golden locks and used them as a rag of sorts to wipe off his cock.
While finishing cleaning his cock with Amber’s hair Joe turned to the MILFs, handing them a couple of business cards with his free hand. “The names Joe Doe, I recruit college students for the Summer Slave programs and gap year adventures. This pleasure slut is prime pussy and needs to get graded at the Big D. I know it costs a bit more but why burn the HCI logo on her ass when you can get the Big D badge instead identifying her as a Sandy Foot girl for life. Trust me, the extra cost is well worth it. This stud needs a special grading at the Cougar Club. Just get them registered for the weeklong summer slave program today and we can discuss their options this week.”
Chuckling at the old slave wrangler and consummate salesman I turned towards Esmerelda making eye contact before she glanced at her watch, abruptly turning serious, “We have eighteen minutes to get our merchandise checked in. Let’s get moving.”
She started getting ready to go while I scrambled to get my paperwork and the other items I needed in my large purse before locking the car. I hurriedly gagged Will and attached the leash to his cock cage at Esmerelda’s suggestion. We hurried past Joe giving Amber, Josh, and the MILF moms his sales pitch with his dick still hanging out of his trousers leaking on his pants. Dazed, Amber was still on her knees rubbing her pussy with one hand eyeing Joe’s cock expectantly while casting hungry glances at Josh’s erect phallus. She had it bad.
We weaved through the small number of bystanders engaged in an impromptu parking lot orgy of sorts. Quickly walking Esmerelda excitedly chatted me up, “Now you can tell me all about this new prenup you used to collar your husband. I need a couple of your cards, girlfriend; I know of several women that would be interested in getting one of those prenups before their weddings. Have you ever thought about writing a book?”
We led our new slaves on their walk of shame through the parking lot into the HCI slave market as I explained the basic concepts of my prenup and answered her questions as best I could. In no time we were in the main lobby where the girl cum on the slave’s faces glistened wetly under the bright lights. We had made it with ten minutes to spare.
(To be continued
I was in a rush to get to the local Human Capital Incorporated (HCI) slave market before the noon sign-in deadline for the Monday lady’s day event. That’s when male pleasure sluts are processed as a group together in the afternoon. For a fee, certain bonus services exist that are not normally made available the rest of the week. I wanted to take advantage of a few of these options to really drive home for Will his changed status.
At 11:10 a.m. the parking lot at HCI wasn't full by any stretch, but most of the spaces near the main entrance to the slave market were taken. I saw Esmerelda from the slave court parked by the fence on the far side away from the entrance. Even leaning against her SUV, she towered over her new acquisition kneeling before her. The slave proceeded to reach under her dress and pull a pair of black lace panties down her muscular legs that she stepped out of when they got to her ankles. Sure enough, she pulled the young man under her dress for some oral service with one hand holding the back of his head guiding it while rubbing a riding crop on his ass for motivation with the other.
Damn that looked like a good idea! I had a few minutes to spare, but I didn’t want to put myself on display like that out in public. I was a professional after all. It just wasn’t dignified for a young up and coming female lawyer like myself, or was it?
I’d soaked my panties in court this morning, the excitement of collaring my love already had my kitty humming nicely, then he sprouted an erection that initially embarrassed me until I realized that all the other women were jealous, looking at my man with envy once he was stripped naked in court. Will is one hell of a male specimen after all with his rugged good looks, athletic physique, and nice-sized cock. My pussy was throbbing with need the entire drive from court as I drove my Tesla towards Esmerelda like a moth drawn to a flame.
I pulled into a parking slot one over from Esmerelda and hopped out of my car and opened the trunk rapidly changing out of my three-inch heels. Trading them in for a pair of stylish cowboy boots which were much more practical for walking around the inner workings of a slave market.
While pulling Will out of the car I heard a loud “Thwack!” followed by a muffled squeal from the kneeling slave boy that had displeased Esmerelda. Sounding a lot like a schoolteacher calmly tutoring an underperforming student that had disappointed her, she directed, “Get that tongue moving my little slave cock. Find my clitoris and lick it good. Oh yeah, that’s it, right there.”
I don’t know what came over me, but my judgement may have been clouded by my throbbing pussy that was leaking like a sieve needing instant relief. Since joining the firm I’d seen many partners and even some associates getting a blow job in the office and even out in public. If I was going to make partner, maybe I needed to start acting like one. So, putting my reservations aside, I removed Will’s gag, leaned back against the car facing Esmerelda and rolled up my black pencil skirt.
“Knees,” I commanded quickly followed by “Mouth,” with my new slave boy quickly complying, diving in trying to lick his way through my already soaked panties that now formed a barrier to my relief. Damn! I’d forgotten that I’d worn them today. With his hands cuffed behind his back he couldn’t pull them down. It felt like I was teasing myself. I stomped my foot in frustration at the delay, quickly rolling my soaked panties down my legs and stepping out of them with my right foot and tucking the flimsy material into my left boot for safe keeping.
“I need to cum now,” I hissed at Will, while also informing the few people within hearing of my current condition.
Will knew what I needed, feasting momentarily on the fluids dripping off my labia, then cleaning out my hole with his tongue before moving on to my engorged clitoris. I felt his warm wet tongue sliding forcefully across my hypersensitive clitty for the first time and I had an instantaneous liftoff. It was like dropping a match into a pool of gasoline. Poof! A fireball orgasm as I exploded in a frenzy all over Will’s face while crying out loudly.
“I’m cumming, yeesssss … fuck, that’s it. Don’t stop, bitch!”
“There’s nothing like cumming on the face of a freshly collared slave cock before taking him into the slave market for processing,” sighed Esmerelda knowingly, looking over at me with eyes lidded with arousal as she ground her pussy into her new slave boy’s face.
Esmerelda had something there. “That was incredible, and I’m feeling another, even bigger one building up,” I panted. The new power I had over Will was like an aphrodisiac spurring me on. Reaching down with my right hand I pulled my butt cheek out while raising my right leg over Will’s shoulder giving my slave cock better access to my starburst, commanding, “Lick my asshole slave boy.”
Will didn’t hesitate, aggressively driving his tongue up my dookie hole like there was no tomorrow. And it felt divine as I sighed contently leaning back against the car while relishing in the sweet sensations until I was rudely interrupted.
“Look mom, two slave cocks servicing a couple of women!” squealed an excited teenage female voice.
It turned out my cries had drawn a few spectators as it is not every day that one sees male pleasure sluts serving their Mistresses in the parking lot of a slave market. Usually, it was the other way around. Irritated by the disruption, I looked over in the direction of the young woman finding a ridiculously cute bubbly teenager literally bouncing up and down with excitement, her big boobies jiggling like Jell-O. She was naked with a nice firm figure wearing a slave collar with a MILF holding her leash, that due to the resemblance had to be her mother. Next to her was another MILF, holding a leash attached to a tall hunk of a young man that was a good mix of cute and handsome, perhaps slightly more of the latter. What we had here was two moms taking their recent eighteen-year-old high school graduates for their financial aid slave grades before starting college in the fall.
Leering at me the young man sighed with envy, “Lucky guys.”
“That’s gross Josh,” retorted the girl, acting all innocent and naïve, rolling her eyes in disgust; clearly, they knew each other well.
Sensing an opportunity with a sly look on his handsome face, Josh countered, “Amber, I’d happily do that to your mom. She’s smoking hot and being led into the slave market with my face freshly glazed with her womanly fluids could only help my slave grade for my student loan.”
The devious boy had a point. Nothing says I’m a horny man slut more than having a fresh coating of girl goo on his face while sporting an impressive erection. Josh sure had the latter standing at attention. Damn, it looked bigger than Will’s as I found myself licking my lips while trying not to stare at it. The two older women glanced at each other with knowing looks coming to a silent agreement and exchanged leashes.
Shocked by the turn of events, Amber exclaimed, “Mother, how could you?”
The grinning MILF snickered, “Dear, when you’re a naked slave girl wearing a collar like you are right now, it’s Mistress, not mother. It’s time the two of you got into role for your grading.”
While Amber stared disbelievingly at her mother, Josh took the hint, suddenly kneeling in front of Amber’s mom, looking up saying, “Mrs. Appleton, you’re my Goddess, may I worship you with my tongue?”
The woman’s eyes lit up with a libidinous heat at the sight of the naked young buck with a big woody kneeling before her expectantly, she giggled naughtily, “Oh, yes.” Josh quickly pulled her pink panties off, flinging them behind him onto the pavement and dove under her dress as she spread her legs giving him better access to her lady bits. That young stud rapidly elicited passionate sighs of, “Oh Josh, oh Josh, … right there, … oh, yes, ohhh Josh.”
Amber hesitated, finally kneeling in front of Josh’s mother, reaching under her dress, and pulling her panties off.
“Amber, if you want to be a legacy in my sorority at Barnard this Fall you better get that tongue of yours moving. Think of it as practice for pledging,” kindly giggled Josh’s MILF mom, prompting Amber to action as a background of Oohs and Aahs rang out from her own mother being tongued by Josh.
“Savannah, do you mind if I purchase Josh for the rest of the week in that new Summer Slave program HCI runs. With the boys out of town on their golf trip to Pinehurst this week I could really put him to work. I promise not to hurt him, … too much,” dreamily sighed Amber’s mother. “Oh fuck, his tongue is like the Energizer bunny, it keeps going, and going.”
“It’s a deal Hayden, but only if I get Amber for the week in exchange. It’ll be like I’m a sorority big again with my strap-on. Amber, play with yourself and cum with me,” hissed Savannah, while getting a dreamy faraway look in her eyes as she ran down memory lane.
It was amazing how these mothers’ attitudes towards their children changed once they were naked wearing a collar. Amber’s response was muffled by Savannah’s muff, but from Savannah’s reaction Amber was either an experienced muff diver or a natural born pussy eater. I could just make out the blur of Amber’s glistening fingertips between her own thighs. It looked like she was adapting to her new role well and had a bright future in a sorority.
Meanwhile Will, my own little Energizer bunny, had moved on from my sensitive sphincter and was drilling my quivering hole with his tongue just how I like it with unabashed enthusiasm, pushing me to the brink with teasing detours around my engorged skittle. Somehow my left hand had found its way inside my blouse and under my flimsy bra, mauling my erect nipple sending delicious tingles to my nether region as I watched the show unfold before my very eyes.
Out of nowhere an older man walked up behind Amber. Reaching down he confidently swatted away her hand and started groping her pussy himself, easily slipping two fingers right up her drippy gash with the touch of an experienced slave wrangler used to bringing the slave heat out of his charges. From my two plus years spent as a well-trained pleasure slut wearing a collar, I recognized him for what he was.
“Oh yeah, this one’s slave hot. This slave girl’s tight hole feels like it’s overflowing with melted butter,” exclaimed the lecherous old man pulling his fingers out and sucking Amber’s pussy nectar from them clearly savoring the flavor. Sounding a lot like a connoisseur, the experienced slave monger sighed, “There’s nothing like the taste of freshly collared teen pussy.”
Damn he was good! That little slut arched her back and spread her legs in response to his ministrations, giving him better access to her charms she wiggled her butt enticingly. Accepting the invitation, he started corkscrewing her good with three fingers expertly stimulating the inexperienced young woman like a concert musician would play an instrument. That little tramp started frantically humping back on his digits, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Impressive slave heat. Very responsive; look how she’s pushing back on my fingers. Bet she has a hair trigger,” chuckled the old man in a seductive yet authoritative voice, talking to no one in particular while getting inside Amber’s head.
Between clenched teeth Savannah hissed, “Pound that slut’s pussy, her tongue’s hitting another speed now.”
The old man took a knee moving to the left side of Amber while maintaining the rhythmic finger fucking. I now had a perfect view from my current angle. He spat a big glob of spit right on that girl’s starburst, rubbed his thumb around her rusty wagon wheel twice before thrusting it up her ass whereupon he started massaging her sphincter in a circular motion. From experience I knew exactly how good that can feel and Amber responded in kind, wiggling her butt invitingly.
“You like that don’t you, dirty girl. Having my thumb jammed up your cute behind massaging your cinnamon ring. Damn slave girl, you’re a responsive little slut. This is stoking your slave heat. Papa Joe knows best.”
That was an understatement. Amber sure seemed to like it a lot, the way she kept pushing back into that man’s hand. He manipulated her like a magician running his left hand all over her fit, trembling body, stimulating the erogenous zones she didn’t even know she had, taking his time playing with her large titties and nipples all while her sloppy wet pussy made telling squelching sounds. I recognized a slut who was truly born for the collar. I’d seen many women like this who just thrived as naked pleasure sluts.
Leering down at Amber the old man snickered, “Slave girl, I think it’s time to ring your Devil’s doorbell and give you a nice big slavegasm right here in the HCI parking lot in front of all these nice people.”
Nice people my ass. What we had here was a convention of perverts. One guy had his cock down a slave girl’s throat his fingers firmly entwined in her hair using the poor girl like a golf ball cleaner. Another man was finger banging a squealing naked collared woman with one hand while pulling on her nipples, teepeeing her titties with the other.
The old man ran his left-hand down Amber’s body and between her legs and drawled, “Slave girl’s gonna gimme some sugar!”
With his skillful touch he didn’t have to ring twice as Amber’s orgasm was a sight to behold. Her squeals were partially stifled by Savannah’s pussy as her body shuddered magnificently and then it happened. That little slut in her excitement squirted right there on the pavement when Savannah climaxed all over her face. Now that was a sight to behold as Savannah’s cries of pleasure drowned out Amber’s muted moans.
“Now this slave girl’s got some grade A Prime Texas twat on her, squirting right onto the pavement in the HCI parking lot like that,” proclaimed the old man, winking at the onlookers. Standing up after Amber’s climax ran its course he slapped her firm ass hard, “Now that’s some slave heat. Slave girl here definitely has a calling for the collar. Matter of fact, I think this future pleasure slut owes me a slave tip.”
Having become overstimulated by Amber’s relentless tongue, Savannah finally pushed Amber’s head away. Amber popped out from under the dress, her beautiful slightly freckled face covered with pussy juice and her bright blue eyes were aflame with lust. I could tell from her facial expression and mannerisms that the little slut was lost in a deep slave haze.
So could Joe, grinning, “Slave girl, git over here and get those pleasure slut lips wrapped around my cock. You’re giving Papa Joe a slave tip now.”
Joe wasted no time in whipping out a substantial cock. Grabbing Amber by the hair he forced his shaft down her throat. No, a better description of what happened would be she inhaled his cock latching onto it like a leech. This clearly wasn’t the less than innocent girl’s first rodeo sucking cock by the look of it. Damn, that girl was hungrily gargling his cock with a relish of a woman lost deep in a slave daze. The gulck, gulck, gulck, gulck sounds of a slave girl getting a good face fucking range through the air as the old man used her mouth for his pleasure. He was giving it to her so good she was drooling right onto her prominent rack, making her boobs glisten in the sunlight.
Now Amber’s mom couldn’t have cared less. She was too busy creaming all over Josh’s face to pay any attention to what was happening to her daughter. Josh was in for one hell of a week as her Summer Slave.
I heard a surprised woman with a Boston accent squeal, “John, John, what are you doing!” Looking over I observed a man wearing a Red Sox shirt bending the woman over the hood of a nearby car, yanking down her shorts and panties and giving it to her good generating a mewling, “Yes, John… harder John, fuck me, oh … John.”
Tourists!
“That’s it slave girl, suck daddy’s dick,” groaned the old slave monger, pulling his shaft from her mouth he pushed her lower while slapping her in the face a few times with his saliva coated shaft. “Give old Joe’s nuts a tongue bath, slave girl.”
A mindless slave giggle escaped Amber’s lips as she happily complied just like an obedient pleasure slut. Like I said, she was a natural with a calling for the collar and Joe did her in playing to her baser hedonistic instincts. For Joe was an experienced slave whisperer projecting a confident trustworthy tone, using the subtle inflections in his voice along with the sexually degrading terminology of the trade that so aroused the now naked and collared Amber. Deep down she longed to comply with each and every one of his suggestions. Lost in her slave haze as she was, Joe was able to manipulate her, all while toying with her arousal and all-consuming need for her next climax.
Amber was one of those young women whose capacity for logical thought evaporated soon after she traded away her clothing for the collar. Once she started masturbating and kneeling in the slave market parking lot, the importance of a good slave grade needed to secure the financial aid required to attend Barnard, an elite women’s college located in New York that Amber planned to attend in the Fall began fading away. By the time Joe was corkscrewing Amber’s pussy she had lost the ability to focus on anything but giving and receiving sexual pleasure. The added stimulation from having Joe’s thumb massaging her sphincter was the straw that broke the camel’s back causing Amber’s intellect to melt right out of her pussy. At this moment in time Barnard ceased to exist as far as Amber was concerned.
When Joe tired of the tongue bath he jammed his full length back down that eager slut’s throat groaning, “You’re sucking your first big Daddy cock now, not some boy’s little prick from high school.”
Amber’s eyes lit up with excitement at the comment. Clearly the idea of graduating to blowing a mature man of the world appealed to her slave haze addled mind.
“Slave girl, I think old Joe needs to find you a rich Master to take care of you for a gap year adventure before you go off to college,” drawled Joe, gently rubbing the side of Amber’s face with his hand making her think he cared about her well-being as he bottomed out down the girl’s throat as she looked up adoringly at him with her big blue eyes. This one was hooked, literally and figuratively.
Oh, this brought back memories of me in the parking lot outside the Longhorn sucking one stranger’s cock while another fingered me to my first slavegasm before being taken to market for my first slave grading by my aunt. Now that had been one hell of a climax with me also lost in a temporary slave haze squirting on the pavement. I had become such a slut that day in the parking lot.
The Amber show and my fond memories, coupled with the unexpected onlookers were spurring me on even more making me feel like a porn starlet with a live audience when Esmerelda abruptly blew a gasket, loudly climaxing all over her new acquisition’s face. I still had my right leg hooked over Will’s shoulder with the fingers of my right hand entwined in his hair redirecting his overactive tongue towards my own Devil’s doorbell which he rang with enthusiasm.
My orgasm exploded, overwhelming me with sensations that wracked my body. Convulsing out of control, I rolled my head back and screamed to the high heavens, squirting all over my slave’s face. Oh, my goodness, the abundant fluids almost made it feel like I was peeing on his face while somehow maintaining my balance in my precarious position. My handsome slave boy lashed my nubbin until I couldn’t take it anymore, abruptly pushing his face back. When my vision cleared, Will was looking up at me adoringly with his face drenched in my girl cum. Oh, how I loved this man!
I heard clapping coming from a grinning Esmerelda who still had her new toy under her dress doing who knows what.
“Now, that was impressive,” tittered Esmerelda, glancing Joe’s way as somehow Josh was enthusiastically finger banging Amber as she drooled all over Joe's big cock, spittle dripping from her chin down onto her ample bosom, all while the MILFs and several other gawkers looked on.
With an experienced eye Joe took in Josh’s efforts, “Boy, use three fingers and give them a gentle twist while finger fucking the slut. Trust old Joe here. You need to corkscrew your fingers for added stimulation. It drives them crazy every time. Then spit on her rosebud and jam your thumb up her ass to the knuckle and gently massage her sphincter from the inside. These sluts love having their cinnamon ring massaged this way.”
The three-finger twist elicited an instant reaction from Amber who started frantically humping back on Josh’s fingers. The little slut went into overdrive when Josh worked his thumb up her ass. Damn, that old man was good. Joe looked like he was ready to pop in Amber’s mouth at any moment.
Joe grunted, “With your left hand run your fingers around her ignition button but whatever you do, don’t punch it yet. Wait til I tell ya before you rub her happy switch. In no time, the little slut will be so slave hot she’ll will be dripping on the pavement.”
The fingers of Joe’s left hand were entwined in Amber’s hair making it easy for him to control his human fleshlight while lecturing her, “When I splooge in your mouth, you collect Papa Joe’s baby batter on your tongue and stick it out while holding your mouth open so everyone can see your prize, ya hear slave girl?”
That dirty old man grunted, unloading in Amber’s mouth as her eyes bugged out when he hoarsely proclaimed, “Ring her bell now boy.”
Amber exploded instantly. I swear I could see his thick cock pulsing with each shot on goal. Then he pulled his shaft coated with saliva and cum out of her mouth. Turning her head sideways by the hair he shot a strand of splooge that went from her temple down her glowing face to her chin while she exploded in a wondrous climax. Somehow the shuddering girl managed to proudly hold her tongue with its slimy treasure out for all to see as she rode out her frenzy. Most definitely born for the collar.
Towards the end of her orgasm Joe ordered, “Swallow,” and she did, taking her time making a libidinous demonstration of it, naughtily rolling his jism around on her tongue concluding with an exaggerated swallow. A look of rapture adorned Amber’s face as she lustfully looked up at old Joe waiting for his next command. Joe just grabbed her flowing golden locks and used them as a rag of sorts to wipe off his cock.
While finishing cleaning his cock with Amber’s hair Joe turned to the MILFs, handing them a couple of business cards with his free hand. “The names Joe Doe, I recruit college students for the Summer Slave programs and gap year adventures. This pleasure slut is prime pussy and needs to get graded at the Big D. I know it costs a bit more but why burn the HCI logo on her ass when you can get the Big D badge instead identifying her as a Sandy Foot girl for life. Trust me, the extra cost is well worth it. This stud needs a special grading at the Cougar Club. Just get them registered for the weeklong summer slave program today and we can discuss their options this week.”
Chuckling at the old slave wrangler and consummate salesman I turned towards Esmerelda making eye contact before she glanced at her watch, abruptly turning serious, “We have eighteen minutes to get our merchandise checked in. Let’s get moving.”
She started getting ready to go while I scrambled to get my paperwork and the other items I needed in my large purse before locking the car. I hurriedly gagged Will and attached the leash to his cock cage at Esmerelda’s suggestion. We hurried past Joe giving Amber, Josh, and the MILF moms his sales pitch with his dick still hanging out of his trousers leaking on his pants. Dazed, Amber was still on her knees rubbing her pussy with one hand eyeing Joe’s cock expectantly while casting hungry glances at Josh’s erect phallus. She had it bad.
We weaved through the small number of bystanders engaged in an impromptu parking lot orgy of sorts. Quickly walking Esmerelda excitedly chatted me up, “Now you can tell me all about this new prenup you used to collar your husband. I need a couple of your cards, girlfriend; I know of several women that would be interested in getting one of those prenups before their weddings. Have you ever thought about writing a book?”
We led our new slaves on their walk of shame through the parking lot into the HCI slave market as I explained the basic concepts of my prenup and answered her questions as best I could. In no time we were in the main lobby where the girl cum on the slave’s faces glistened wetly under the bright lights. We had made it with ten minutes to spare.
(To be continued
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I left the below comment in Joe Doe's My Wife's Hospitality Part 8.
I've been adding to the parking lot scene ever since.This chapter inspired me to add in a dirty old man to the HCI parking lot scene of my prenup story. I need to circle back and name him Joe somehow to give credit where credit is due.
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Excellent work. You've told me that you've planned a series of exploits for Joe Doe the slave monger, assuming the real Joe Doe approves. I also hope that we will see more of Judge Judith Williamson--the Texas slave system needs such FemDom magistrates to maintain a balance with all the dirty old men there.
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Great story, I love to see how despite being a series focused on male slavery, you don't miss the opportunity to tell us how young women as soon as they feel the necklace around their neck, they don't take long to become eager for cocks.
I'd like to know if Amber is just classified or just sold like the hot slave girl she is.
I'd like to know if Amber is just classified or just sold like the hot slave girl she is.
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In reference to Carl's comment about writing a story or two about a slave wrangler named Joe who collars young women. I thought that might be fun describing the different ways he talks them into or tricks them into trying out a short-term enslavement. Remember, once naked and collared, a short-term enslavement can easily become long-term. After writing this chapter and expanding Amber's role to complement Joe's in it, I'm now much more interested in exploring Amber's summer or gap year whichever it may be as Joe guides her through the process. Maybe, with Joe's guidance, she recruits some other young women along the way. Now that might be an interesting tail to tell. For some reason I am fixating on how many freckles to put on her cheeks, breasts and .... .
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This is turning out to be the start of another great story and I’m sure that you can and in addition you have laid the basis of several more future stories. There is the story of amber and what happens to her as well as other exploits of Joe Doe. I hope that you pursue and finish all of them, I just don’t want you to forget about the slave girl next door. I’m sure That I am not the only one who is anxiously waiting for the next chapter in that story.
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How's this for a visual representation of Amber. I wanted a cute blonde with freckles for some reason.
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Looks like Amber's mom also has freckles. Now we know where she gets them from. Poor Josh, having to be her summer slave for a week and she promised not to hurt him too much. 
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I really enjoyed this chapter. It's been interesting watching the husband pay the price for his infidelity, but I am very interested in seeing how Joe uses fis famous abilities to turn Amber from "Eeeww" to a willing slut. Maybe send her to Broadstone with Allison and Lindsey. (I am still hoping you wrap that story up.)
Excellent writing!
Excellent writing!
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