Confessions of a Slaver

CONFESSIONS OF A SLAVER

CHAPTER V

 

Soon after I disposed of Annie and Rachael, it was time for me to be off to college.  I had my choice of institutions, and by now money was no object, so I carefully considered my options before deciding on a rather small college in rural Colorado.  I didn=t want to be lost in the crowd, or just another student ID number, and unlike most schools, freshmen weren=t required to live in the dorms.  I was able to find a small farm house a few miles from campus, isolated enough that it was unlikely anyone would stop by unless invited, yet close enough that it wouldn=t be a particularly difficult drive, even in the dead of winter.

 

Carolyn came with me, of course, but not as a student as I=d originally planned.  After training Annie, I realized what a waste of money and effort it would be to educate someone whose entire life ambition was to serve others.  As I told my sister that night when I informed her of my decision, if she could find a university that offered a degree in fucking, I=d send her there.  So, I brought her along with me, if for no other reason than to keep my place clean and serve as window dressing.  I even got her a job as a waitress at the local pizza joint.  She hated it, particularly because of the skimpy costume they made her wear.  As jaded as she was, she still detested being thought of as a common slut.  Those who asked her for dates soon found out that although she was easy, she wasn=t cheap.  Her going rate was a hundred dollars an hour, which quickly put the quash on most of the students, who were already living on a shoestring. Most decided they=d take their chances with the coeds; hardly a sure thing, but when they did strike pay dirt, it was certainly cheaper.

 

I pretty much played it cool my first semester, with nobody knowing the slut at the pizza parlor was my slave/sister.  I even had a few dates; if they were on nights when Carolyn wasn=t working, I=d send her out so my date wouldn=t know she lived in my house.  Since Carolyn=s bed and all her belongings were out in the garage, my visitors were none the wiser.  I even made her bring her toiletries in and out, so there weren=t even any tell-tale signs in the bathroom.

 

I=d always had a thing for oriental girls, every since Suzie Chan in the second grade, and I soon became enamored with this little girl of Chinese descent. Her name was Lotus, of all things, and I was in lust from the moment I saw her.  Those first few months, while I was still feeling my way around campus, I even fantasized about her while I was fucking my sister.  That=s when I realized how bad I had it for her.  I just had to figure out a way.

 

I finally decided to just ask her for a date and see where that might take me.  To my surprise, she accepted.  After a nice dinner down at the steak place, I invited her to my house.  I can honestly say that was my first real date, the first time I=d ever Amade love@ to a woman.  Every other time I=d had sex, I was fucking a slave.  This was different; not bad, not good, just different.  I=d always liked making a girl cum; it gave me a sense of absolute power.  Now, it was like I wanted her to cum simply because it seemed like a nice thing to do.  Every other time, if my partner didn=t have an orgasm, I didn=t really care.  I was fucking them for my pleasure, and if they didn=t enjoy it, too damned bad.  Now I was especially careful to make sure Lotus was always satisfied.

 

We=d been going together for a month, maybe six weeks, when she mentioned that living in the dorms sucked, and asked if she could move it.  We=d been joking for some time about tying each other up, and since I couldn=t really come up with an excuse for her not to move in, I figured it was time to level with her.  She seemed surprised but not shocked when I showed her the pile of blankets in the corner of the garage that my sister used as her bed.  Her eyes seemed to light up when I explained my relationship with her.

 

AIf I moved in, could I...I mean...use her sometimes?@ she asked almost shyly.

 

AI didn=t know you liked girls,@ I commented.

 

AWell,@ she said, AI=m curious, okay?  Besides, I heard guys like watching girls get it on with each other.@

 

AOkay,@ I shrugged, Aas long as you remember who her owner is.@

 

Lotus moved in the next morning, and by mid-afternoon, I was watching the hottest girl-on-girl action I=d seen this side of a porn flick.  Believe me, being there in person is so much better, and I finally couldn=t hold back.  I just had to get in on the action.  While Lotus was kneeling with her face in Carolyn=s bald pussy, I moved around behind my girlfriend.  I=d never felt her cunt so sopping wet, I thought as I slid my cock inside her.  Maybe she was a latent lesbian?  No, she had to be bisexual, I realized.  I=m not sure she even noticed I was there until she felt me explode; that was when she finally started thrusting back, wiggling her ass around like the hot slut she was becoming.  As I pulled out, she looked over her shoulder at me.

 

ACan I have your sister clean me?@ she asked excitedly.

 

AOf course,@ I replied.  AI can wait.@

 

Lotus giggled as she wiggled her way towards Carolyn=s head, leaving a slime trail across my sister=s belly as she did.  She squatted over Carolyn=s face, letting my cum drip onto it in little globs before finally lowering herself down onto my sister=s waiting lips.  Well-versed in this particular act, Carolyn took no time at all in sucking and lapping up all the juices in and around Lotus=s sex.

 

My little oriental girlfriend became quite the dominatrix, teaching me things about women that I never knew.  How to tell when Carolyn was right at the peak before an orgasm, for example, and how to quickly back her down, forcing her to beg and offer to do the most degrading things in order to be permitted to cum.  Lotus was big on the emotional aspects of domination, and taught me that going to far either way - either being too nice or two brutal - wasn=t good, unless it was planned for a specific purpose.  She taught Carolyn a lot, too, how to lick pussy just the first.  I never realized there were so many ways to do that, I thought, watching my sister being put through her paces early on one afternoon.  She had to learn to sense Lotus=s level of desire; did she want a quick orgasm, or a gentle tonguing that could take hours?  Nibble on the labia, or lash rapidly at the clitoris with the tip of the tongue?  I noticed the difference in the two women, too.  Once Lotus started cumming, she wanted little or no contact with her clit, preferring to squeeze her own breasts through her orgasm.  Carolyn, on the other hand, wanted to be ravaged and tortured, to have her clit pinched and sucked until she stopped flopping around like a dying fish.  I thought that was funny...when I saw Lotus bring my sister off like that, I thought she really did look like a fish flopping around on the dock.  She had powerful orgasms.

 

Lotus turned out to be a demanding Mistress to my sister, though she hated that term and never permitted Carolyn to call her that.  She said AMistress@ sounded like some stupid bitch  whoring herself out to a married man in the feeble hopes that he=d leave his wife.  She made it clear she had no intention of doing that, so decided that Carolyn would call her, ABeautiful Miss Lotus.@  She was strict with our slave, stricter than I had eve been.  Lotus expected nothing but perfection, and every mistake, no matter how small, was identified and confronted - usually by something painful or humiliating happening to Carolyn.

 

It was Lotus who took over the pimping of my sister, thought to be truthful, she usually just had Carolyn visit the dorms and offer herself to whoever had a few spare dollars.  Since Lotus kept track of the going rate and handled all the finances, she kept 20% for herself and turned the rest over to me.  We could have made more, but Lotus was adamant that the cost be kept down because most of the customers were college students; she never charged more than half what a regular whore would receive.  On a good night, we=d make $200, and over a thousand on the weekends. Carolyn, though she really did all the work, received nothing for her efforts. 

 

Of course, fucking for money wasn=t the only thing Carolyn was required to do.  When she wasn=t on her knees or back with her legs spread, she was taking care of all our personal needs - cooking, cleaning, laundry and the like.  Lotus particularly enjoyed having Carolyn give her a bath, and then letting our slave take her own bath in the used water.  When Lotus was feeling particularly smutty, she=d make a point of emptying her bladder in the water before allowing my sister to bathe. 

 

One morning, we were having a leisurely breakfast at the table, watching Carolyn scramble across the floor for the tiny scraps of food we were tossing her, when Lotus came up with the most wonderful suggestion.

 

AWhy don=t we see if we can find other girls like Carolyn - natural submissives, like her - and train them?  I=m sure we could have five or six, and imagine all the money we could make whoring them out?@

 

So that=s what we did.  Oh, it didn=t happen overnight, but I started dating other coeds and was soon able to target those with submissive tendencies.  I even got some Carolyn=s customers to start looking, and by the start of the fall term, had three other submissives living in my house - one of whom was actually a male, my first. 

 

Rita was Hispanic, her parents coming up from Mexico illegally before she was born.  She was about 5"2" tall, with long, shiny black hair, big tits, wide hips and thick thighs.  She wasn=t fat, and the proportions were just about perfect. 

 

Ophelia was black, tall and slender.  Her legs seemed to go on forever, and she had this cute little ass that wiggled suggestively when she walked.  The tiny tits - A cups - were about the only drawback; if it hadn=t been for her height (nearly six feet tall), I could have passed her off as a pre-teen.  She looked good in a large afro, so that=s how I kept her.  Her pubic hair was just a thin, curly carpet that did nothing more than accentuate the area between her legs.

 

Ginger was a redhead, appropriately, with enough freckles to mark every city on a map of the United States.  Her hair fell down to just below her ears, and she had just the tiniest fluff of cunt hair.  The most striking points about her were her nipples - when erect, they were nearly an inch long - and her Scottish accent, that just seemed to set men off when she=d moan Afuck me@ in their ear.

 

Patrick was the male.  Skinny, with a cock to match.  Bisexual, though that didn=t really matter to anyone except him.  I kept him shaved, except his scalp, which held a nice bit of light blond hair which he kept cut long, in a girlish sort of way.  Lotus liked to keep him feminized, with lipstick and makeup, women=s lingerie and heels; it turned me off that a man could let someone do that to him, but it kept Lotus entertained.

 

I soon found out that such an assortment of whores made for an interesting set of customers.  The local redneck farmers preferred abusing the black and Mexican; the black college students wanted Ginger and Carolyn.  As for Patrick, sometimes he was rented out by females, but usually it was either some guy who wanted to see his wife get fucked by someone else, or someone who felt as I did and simply wanted to punish him for being such a pussy. 

 

Regardless of which slave it was, whenever they weren=t fucking for money, they were serving Lotus and me in one manner or another.  It wasn=t always sexual; there was upkeep on the house, laundry, cooking and even car care (Pat was quite a shadetree mechanic as it turned out).  However, thanks to the time Lotus spent in scheduling customers, we could usually count on splitting at least $4000 each week.

 

As time went on, I would pick up new submissives and dispose of others - usually either setting them free after their fling at slavery, or if they insisted, giving or selling them to someone else.  A regular customer of Carolyn=s, for example, expressed a strong desire to have her as his own.  He came from a wealthy, politically-connected family and was willing to pay top dollar to obtain her release; instead, I gave her to him as a graduation gift.  He eventually became the state Attorney General, and never forgot what I=d done for him.

 

I graduated a year after that, and simply took my favorite new slave - a little thing who had been on a gymnastics scholarship until she decided to drop out in order to major in bedroom sports - and left the business to Lotus.  I=d been socking away money left and right, and now had my MBA and investments on the order of a half million dollars.  Not bad for a 23 year old.