Pleasure Incorparated

CHAPTER 4****

"Good afternoon. My name is Peter and I am the director here at the resort." Peter said as he shook Richard s hand.

"Please have a seat. I hope you had a pleasant flight?" Peter continued to say as he resumed his seat.

"Yes it was a pleasant flight as far as small planes go." Richard remarked.

"Slave Allison. You can stand behind your Master." Peter said to Allison as he saw Richard pull the only chair out for her to sit on.

Allison was shocked with the way this man had just treated her, but she stood and watched the men talking. She stopped herself from getting angry, she was not used to people talking to her in the tone of voice that Peter just did.

"I see by your papers that this is your first visit to our resort. We ll go over any questions that you have later. First let us get you set up in your quarters, so you can relax." Peter said to Richard. Then he looked up at Allison and motioned for her to stand in front of his desk.

She was glad that the two men had stopped talking. Maybe now someone would show her to her room. What she wanted most of all was a shower and something to eat.

"You can disrobe now, slave." Peter ordered. Being confused that she heard right, she looked over at her husband.

"There s no use looking at your husband for help. Don t dally. I got more clients to see and I don t have the time to cater to a slave. You re here of your own free will." Peter said in a stern voice.

"Here s the contract with your signature. You are the property of Pleasure Incorporate for the next two weeks whether you like it or not. This can be your dream come true or you can spend the next two weeks in our dungeon." Peter remarked.

Taking a deep breath, she started to unhook the buttons on her blouse. When she said she wanted to be a slave, she did not think it would be like this, and this was only the beginning. After taking off her blouse, she kicked off her sandles and unhooked her slacks. Looking at each man, she pulled her slacks over her hips. For some reason, she was getting turned on. It was embarrassing as she unhooked her bra, when her breasts became free of their confines, she looked down at them. Both sets of nipples were erect. As she rolled her panties over her hips and down her legs, she made sure that neither man could see the stain of her arousal on the crotch. She had no reason to be ashamed of her body as she stood with her hands at her side and glared at Peter sitting smugly at his desk.

"Now off with the jewelry."

"You bastard." Allison whispered under her breath as she unfastened her earrings and laid them in a tray that Peter had put in front of her. After she had removed her Gucci watch and laid it in the tray, she again resumed her pose and waited for the next command.

"Slave. Do you have a hearing problem? I said off with the jewelry. That means all of it."

"Please. Not my rings."

"You can take them off yourself, or else I can have them removed for you." Peter informed her.

When she removed her engagement and wedding rings, she stripped off the other two rings on the other hand.

"The necklace also." Peter remarked.

She had never in her life felt so totally naked as she stood glaring at Peter once she had removed the last of her jewelry.

"Send in Slave Rachael." Peter asked as he picked up the inter- office phone.

Turning her head as the door opened, she watched as a young woman entered the office carrying a plastic clothes case. She was shocked with the appearance of the woman walking toward her. Not only could her looks grace the cover of any beauty magazine, her body was just as sleek. As the woman came closer, Allison noticed that the dress she was wearing had vertical slits running from the hem to the revealing neckline. Allison turned her head away with embarrassment as she watched one of Slave Rachael s breasts poked its way through a vertical slit in the green colored dress.

"Pick up your cloths and put them in the case. We will launder them by the end of your stay." Peter ordered Allison.

After picking up her discarded clothes, she resumed her pose. Before she could do anything, she felt her arms pulled behind her by Peter and a pair of cufflinks fastened around her wrists.

"This is also yours for the next couple of weeks. Do you know what it is?" Peter asked as he showed Allison a black collar about two inches wide. Printed in gold lettering was the words SLAVE ALLISON

"No."

"It s a slave collar. For the length of your stay with us, you will be compelled to wear it always." Peter explained.

"If I don t." Allison asked as Slave Rachael pulled her head back by her long hair while Peter fastened her collar around her neck.

"I would recommend that you don t try." Peter commented.

Adding to her humiliation Allison watched as Rachael removed her belt and fastened the one end to a clip in the collar around her neck.

"Take her away." Peter ordered with a wave of his hand as if he was shooing a fly away.

"Yes Master." Rachael replied as she pulled gently but firmly on the leash.

"Stop. You can t do this to me. I m naked. Stop this foolishness now. Richard help me. Dear God somebody help me." Allison begged as she was force to follow Rachael as she tugged on the leash. She did noticed her husband stand to help her, but was stopped by something that Peter said that she did not hear.

 

 

"You were kind of ruff on my wife?" Richard asked as the two men resumed their seats.

"Not really. However you do have to show a new slave who the master is." Peter explained.

Being a master was something that Peter did not overly care for, he would have rather remained a slave like when he was younger. Yet at his age which would be forty-eight this June, there was little call for an older slave. Oh, he was glad that the corporation kept him around. He was still their slave and would do anything that they would ask of him. In his prime, The Corporation had trained him as a slave and also as a master. In his younger days when someone needed a slave for being a master, he showed that he could be an adequate slave for that role. Now he was in charge of The Spa.

He had to admit that he did enjoy the benefits of his status sometimes, especially when a new slave arrived, someone like Allison.

"If looks could kill. I think you would be dead. I never knew my wife to be so submissive." Richard replied. He had observed some of Allison s tantrums first hand, he had even been on the receiving end a couple of times. Allison had always been used to getting her own way. This episode that just transpired surprised him, it more than surprised him, it left him shaking his head in disbelieve. Maybe Allison really does want to be a slave. He knew one thing and that was that he had one hell of an erection he tried to conceal by crossing his legs. He had gotten it when Peter ordered her to strip. She could still get him aroused but this was totally different.

"I can guaranty that by the end of two weeks your wife will be an obedient slave." Peter answered with a smile.

"Why do you think that?" Richard asked with concern in his voice.

"There s no need to worry about your wife. I should say Slave Allison. I think she enjoyed the humiliation by the way her nipples became hard. It s cool in here but not that cool, another thing I noticed was the way she removed her panties. She did not want us to see the crotch."

"Maybe she was self-conscious. I know I would be." Richard remarked.

"No. I would say that if we examined them, they would have a nice little stain on them from her arousal." Peter was saying as he was bent down to retrieve Allison s underwear from the cloth bag. As he turned them inside out, it surprised Richard that Allison was aroused from her ordeal. After he held them to his nose to make sure that the stain was from her sexual juices, he offered them to Richard for his inspection.

"No thank you. I can see that my wife was enjoying her treatment. By the stain, I would say she was enjoying it quite a bit." Richard said after Peter had returned to his chair and put his arms on the desk and folded them in from of him.

"Can I answer any questions you might have?" Peter asked as he looked at his watch.

"Yes you can. To start with you can tell what this place is? Your representative was very secretive on the location." Richard asked.

"Pleasure Incorporate runs a network of weekend pleasure houses around the world. No. It s not what you think. They have designed these houses for people who are masters or mistresses or slaves. About ten years ago, we found from our clientele that they wanted to experience their type of pleasure for more than a weekend." Peter replied.

"Isn t something like this against the law?" Richard remarked once he had a chance to ask another question.

"Yes and No. This is why we establish a place like this in Mexico. We donate a few dollars to the right people in the Mexican government plus we look after the right people in the local government and police force." Peter said while watching Richard s reaction about the bribes that they handed out to keep The Spa running. The security department at Pleasure Incorporate had done a thorough investigation on both Richard and Allison even before the company representative showed up at their door to tell them about this little resort. If Richard were to make any trouble for them, the dirt that the security people dug up on Richard would ruin his career and most likely land him in jail. Allison and Richard were not the only people that they had dossiers on. Every guest that has been here has a file on them, in case they decided to cause trouble for Pleasure Incorporate.

With Richard being a lawyer he knew that a place like this would be closed down within a minute if it was in the States. He also knew without anything being mentioned that they had information that would have disastrous effects for him if he mentioned this place to the wrong people.

"How big is this place?" Richard asked. This place had his curiosity and he wanted to hear more about it.

"The Spa is situated on nine hundred acres of land and is surrounded on the north and west by a low ridge of mountains and to the east by a desert. That leaves only one way in and we have that patrolled to keep unwanted guests out. Security and anonymity are our main concern for our guests. If you re into golf, there are two excellent golf courses for your pleasure plus a few other recreational activities also for your enjoyment. We do try to keep everyone happy." Peter replied.

"I have to admit, with what I have seen and heard so far I m impressed." Richard said as he stretched his back.

"We also have one of the best masseurs in Europe with us, plus a full exercise gym." Peter commented as he watched Richard.

"Let s get down to the main reason I m here?" Richard asked after a pause in the conversation between the two men.

"Yes." Was the only word Peter uttered before he sat up straight in his chair before he started to tell Richard about the slaves.

"We will assign you your own personnel slave to do with as you see fit, within reason of course, at seven o clock tonight in the arena. None of the guests will know who their slave is until it is announced while the slave is standing on stage. When it is divulged who their master or mistress will be for the next couple of weeks, the slave will walk down the runway to their prospective owner. This is what we call our slave auction." Peter explained as he thought of past days when he would be auctioned off instead of sitting behind this desk.

"Hm. Sounds interesting. However, what happens if for some reason I didn t care for the slave they assigned me?" Richard asked.

"Quite simple. We will replace her with someone else." Peter replied when again he used the phone and asked for Slave Elaine to be sent in.

"Excuse me if I seem rude, but can I answer anymore questions you have later. I have another couple arriving shortly and I m getting pressed for time. Explore our premisses on your own or have Slave Elaine show you around." Peter was saying when the door to his office opened and a beautiful young woman in her twenties entered the room and stood meekly by Peter s desk with her eyes cast down. This slave was dressed similar to the other slave that took Allison away, the only difference being was that she dressed in a light green outfit. As Richard continued to look at her, he could detect that she had Latin blood by her olive complexion.

"I do like the color of her eyes." Peter remarked as he stood next to her and put a finger under her chin and raised her head. Slave Elaine comes to us from our Spanish chapter in Madrid.

"She has more than just beautiful eyes." Richard said under his breath as he looked at her face with her cute little nose and full lips and dark hair that came to the nape of her neck. As Peter mentioned, her eyes were one of her best features. She could not have stood more than about five foot five and was well proportion with just the right sized of breasts and a slim waist that flared out to her hips which lead to a pair of slender legs.

"Let Slave Elaine show you to your quarters. She is here for your pleasure if you care to sample our hospitality. I don t think she ll disappoint you. Will you?" Peter said as he removed his finger from under her chin.

"No Master." She replied meekly with just a hint of an accent.

"Before you leave, I want to show you how to summon your slave when she is not present. No matter how nicely we enjoy having a slave around. We also appreciate enjoying doing other forms of recreation." Peter explained as he had Richard sit at his desk to show him how to signal his slave on the computer.

"We will use my name and Slave Elaine s for example."

" Enter Master Peter back slash Slave Elaine. Meet me in my office at 2 P.M. Then press enter."

"This sends a signal to the collar that all slaves wear. Watch what happens to Slave Elaine." Peter explained as the screen acknowledge Richard s command.

Raising his eyes from the computer screen to look at the slave, he noticed her head give a sight jerk as something made her flinched.

"There s a light shock at first then a soothing sensation afterwards on her neck. There, feel for yourself." Peter said.

He walked over to Slave Elaine and felt the collar. Sure enough he could detect a light sensation in his fingers.

"When a slave receives that order, the slave will stop whatever they are doing and respond to it." Peter explained to Richard then turned and nodded to the Slave Elaine. As the two men sat back down Slave Elaine leaned over the computer and typed in her response to stop the sensations of the collar.

"Slave Elaine will not be your personal slave. She is one of our permanent slaves."

"What do you mean by permanent?" Richard asked. Not believing that he had heard right.

"This female chose to become a slave for life to Pleasure Incorporated. Isn t that so?" Peter asked the slave who stood with her hands folded and with her eyes cast down at the floor.

"Yes master."

"We re always in need of permanent slaves at Pleasure Incorporate. At The Spa we will usually have three or four cancellations of guests for some reason or another and we have to improvise. You cannot have masters without slaves or slaves without masters. So we use our own slaves to fill the gap. In our spring session we had a slave cancellation and we used Slave Elaine here for a fill in. Her identity for the two weeks was as a computer programmer from Houston Texas. Now if we needed a master or mistress, then we have a few qualified slaves in that category." Peter explained.

"Another question. What do you mean when you said qualified slaves?" Richard asked in disbelief with how this organization ran things. Not that he disapproved.

"Certain slaves can become a master or a mistress in time with the right training. This is what we call a qualified slave. It is when a slave can be a master or mistress one time, giving orders and handing out punishment, then turn around completely and be submissive and meek the next time. Slave Elaine is still a couple of years away for us to even consider her to play the role of a mistress. She still has a lot of training to accomplish in being a slave." Peter said as he gave the slave a light slap on the rear as a signal for her to show Richard to his quarters.

As Richard stood to leave, he tried to conceal, the best he could, the erection he had from the time Peter had ordered his wife to strip. Putting his hand in his pocket and arranging his erect penis so that it hung down along his leg and out the leg of his underwear, he hoped it was not too obvious when he stood up.

"We will lock your wife s valuables in our safe for the duration of your stay." Peter said as he gave the key to Richard

Putting the key in his pocket, he leaned over the desk and shook Peter s hand before turning around to watch Slave Elaine walk across the room to the door.

"Drop around to one of our bars, mingle with the other guests. Feel free to ask questions of our staff." Peter said with a smile as he noticed Richard trying to conceal his erection.

As Peter walked behind the slave, he watched her small round bottom and his thoughts turned to what he was going to do with her when he reached his room. Prying his eyes from her behind, it surprised him to see other slaves being lead away. All the slaves were being lead by leashes around their necks. Some had their hands clasp behind their heads while others had their hands handcuffed behind their backs and it seemed there was no order regarding who was leading them. Men were leading men and women leading women, but all had one thing in common, the new slaves were all nude.

Tearing his eyes from the parade of slaves, he noticed for the first time how beautifully the grounds were landscaped. He was not a nature lover by any means but as the slave lead him along the paths to his lodgings he could detect the fragrance of many tropical flowers. After a short walk they came to a small bungalow and when the slave opened the door for him she bowed her head as he entered.

"Would the Master have need of my services?" Elaine said in a soft voice that was just above a whisper as she raised her head to address him.

"Yes. Remove your dress." Richard replied. His erection had not eased any and Peter did say that if he needed the slaves services feel free to use them. Well, that was what he intended to do.

Slipping off her dress Slave Elaine stood in her nudity as Richard walked over to her and cupped her small but ample breasts in his hands. It surprised him to find that her nipples were erect and as he lightly pinched them she uttered little moans of delight. Walking backwards, he pulled her by the nipples of her breasts until he reached the love seat that was directly behind him.

"Take off my pants." Richard ordered the slave as he let go of the hold he had on her and slumped down in the chair with his feet spread out in front of him.

Sitting at her master s feet, Slave Elaine removed one of his shoes and then as she took off the sock, she sucked each of his toes before repeating the procedure on the other foot. Reaching forward she unbuckled his belt and slid his pants over his hips, only stopping for him to raise his hips so she could pull them off the rest of the way. After folding his pants neatly and laying them over the arm of the chair, she returned to free him of his underwear. As she was pulling down his undershorts, his erection became free from its confinement and reared itself as she finished removing his underwear. Inching herself a little closer to her target, she gently took hold of his erection and leaned down to engulf the head of his penis in her mouth.

"My God, this woman is an expert. This woman doesn t need any more training" Richard was thinking as she drove him to the edge of a climax more than once. He always enjoyed it when Allison gave him oral sex. She was good at it. This woman had a different technique, and just when he got used to her lips around his penis she would switch what she was doing. At times she would lick his testicles while lightly jerking his staff or she would totally envelop his penis in her mouth and lightly run her teeth over his erection as her head bobbed up and down. Each time that he thought he was going to ejaculate, she would do something different to stop him from his final goal.

"Who is the master and who is the slave." Richard was thinking as he cast his eyes down at her while she again brought him to the edge. Having been denied his reward once again, he took his hands and placed them on her head. With half his penis in her mouth and with her licking the head of it while sucking on it, she was letting out little sounds of contentment, something like a cat purring. Richard could tell this woman enjoyed what she was doing. Placing of hands on her head must have been the right signal for her, because she picked up the pace and started to jerk the other half of his penis that she had in her hand. Reaching down with her free hand, she gently held his testicles and was softly squeezing them while lightly pulling on them. Richard let out a groan of contentment as he started to raise his hips while her head bobbed up and down on the head of his penis in her mouth.

As his penis finished emptying the last of his nectar into this slaves mouth, he opened his eyes just in time to see her licking her lips before she laid her head on his lap.

"Is there anything else I can do for you Master?" Slave Elaine said in a submissive voice as she cupped the deflating penis in her hands and ran her tongue along it.

"Go back to Peter or wherever you came from. I m finished with you." Richard replied as he went to stand.

"Did I please my Master?" The slave asked as she sat at Richard s feet.

"You did an excellent job on pleasing me. Tell Peter that!" Richard responded. That was one of the best blow jobs he d had in his life. Watching her pick up her dress with her cute little behind bent over in front of him, he felt himself begin to stir again. It would not take too much coaxing to have sex with this slave again. With thoughts of what he would like to do to her next running through his mind, but right now a shower would feel better. Besides if what lies ahead was like he just had, he did not want to burn himself out in one afternoon.

Taking off his shirt so that he was now totally nude, he inspected his accommodations for the next couple of weeks. This was one thing he enjoyed doing with Allison after sex, just being nude without a care in the world. He chuckled when he saw two toilets as he entered the bathroom. The one he used was of normal size but the other one was smaller and built closer to the floor and over it was a bronze sign which read Slaves. The bathroom was quite spacious with a whirlpool bath that would fit two people easily, a separate shower, and a long vanity with two sinks. One side of the vanity was more elaborately decorated while the other one was plain, again with a sign which read Slaves. Walking back into the room where he just had sex a short time ago, he went over to a bar to see how it was stocked.

"A person wouldn t go thirsty around here." He was thinking as he looked at the well-stocked bar. Not only were there enough different kinds of alcohol but looking into the bar fridge and under the counter, he saw an assortment of mixes. Still, his preference did not need any fancy mixes. Napoleon Brandy was his drink, two ice cubes in a brandy snifter with an equal amount of brandy. Pouring a drink, he surveyed the room which was quite spacious, with a few stuffed easy chairs and a sectional couch along one side of the room facing the bar. Looking to his right, he saw a wall unit with a thirty-four-inch screen television, a cassette and a compact disc player. Picking up his drink, he walked over to one of two doors that lead off from the main room he was in. His instinct was right, this was the bedroom, with a queen size bed and the usual dresser and a closest that was big enough for the clothes he had brought with him. Inspecting the room he opened the door to his left, he found it led into the bathroom. Opening the door to his right, he found this lead into a smaller room with a small single bed and a chest that was at the foot of it. That was all in the way of furnishings. Walking over to the chest, he bent down and opened it. He felt his penis begin to stiffen, when he looked into it and saw a selection of dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, some paddles and a few other sex related objects that he did not have a clue what they would be used for.

While finishing his drink, he walked through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He wanted that shower he was thinking about and when he was finished he wanted to go down to the bar and meet some of the other guest.

"Yes. I think I m going to enjoy myself the next couple of weeks." He said to nobody as the water hit his body.

 

When Allison was lead by the leash from the office, she was so embarrassed with her first encounter being a slave, that she kept her head down. She had never felt more ashamed in her life, especially when some clients that were sitting around the lobby watched her being lead through the room. That was not all that was bothering her; she felt more sexually alert than she had felt in ages. The only thing that made her feel a little better was glancing up as she was being lead across the foyer and seeing two more slaves being lead about in the same manner as her. The one slave, a male with his hands secured behind his back, was being lead by a female. The other slave, a female equally bound, was being lead by a male attendant in the same manner.

When Allison was lead away from the main buildings and the people looking at her, she felt a little less conspicuous so she raised her head to look about at her surroundings. It seemed the whole area was a tropical paradise with the heavy scents of plants and trees and the cries of tropical birds flying overhead and perched in trees. She was soon lost as she was lead along different paths. With the hot humid heat of the early afternoon sun blazing through the trees, it was only a short time before she felt the sweat sticking to her body. As they rounded a small clump of trees, she had the first look at her accommodations

for the next two weeks. The structure was a one story building and it looked quant, nestled amongst rich tropical vegetation.

"Here, let me unlock these handcuffs." Slave Rachael said in a pleasant voice. This was the first time that she had spoken. She produced a key that she must have had in her hands and freed Allison s hands before unhooking the leash from her collar.

Rubbing her wrists, Allison looked around at the furnishings in the room. Along the far wall was a bamboo wall unit containing a television set. Opposite the wall unit were three arch doorways and across from those and closest to the entrance that they had just entered was another arch doorway.

"This is your room." Rachael said as they entered the middle room.

Taking a quick look around the room that contained a queen size bed and a small chest of drawers, she saw a dress laying at the foot of the bed.

"Yes. That is yours. You can put it on if you please." Rachael said.

Picking it up, Allison noticed the only other piece of clothing were a pair of panties.

"Slaves don t need much clothing." Rachael remarked as Allison examined it.

"In the chest of drawers you will find another four dresses just like those along with several changes of underwear. They will be replaced as you need them." Rachael said as Allison laid the dress on the bed and bent over to pick up the panties.

I can t believe this. This underwear is something I would have worn when I was a kid. I think they called them Little Misses back then Allison was thinking as she eased the cotton panties up her legs. Not only were they young girls briefs but they had cartoon characters all over them and that was something more than they did when she was younger. Tugging them over her hips she spied that stupid rabbit eating a carrot. However, when she slipped the dress over her head, she felt a little less conspicuous. Although the dress only came midway between her knees and waist and the neckline was cut low so if she bent over there would be no trouble in seeing her breasts. The dress was almost transparent with an elasticized waist so that you could slip it over your head or off your shoulders. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see the outline of her panties and the dark areolas of her breasts circling her erect nipples. Stepping into a pair of sandals that were at the foot of the bed, she followed Rachael to a little room that ran off the bedroom.

"This is your bath and makeup room." Rachael motioned with her hand.

Allison could see that the bath was a standard bath and shower combination and the vanity was small but compact. Looking at the cosmetics that were sitting on the vanity, she could tell that they were the same brand names that she used. Now she knew why she had to fill out the questionnaire about what kind of cosmetics she used and the maker of them.

"The toilet is across from the sitting room. You will be sharing it with the other three slaves." Rachael said.

She walked across the sitting room, through the arch-door that was separated from the other three on the opposite wall, and she entered the washroom.

Allison s heart sank when she followed Rachael into the room. The washroom had three toilets and over each was a name, Slave Allison, Slave Bryan, Slave Alicia. The three sinks had the same names over the three washbasins. This was one thing that she thought a person should do in private. Even at home she would not let her husband into the washroom when she was relieving herself. Now, not only did she have to share a bathroom with other people, but one of them was a man. One thing she would not do was relieve herself when another person was in the room. She would rather burst than humiliate herself that way. She did not care if she was a slave or not. Another thing she noticed for the first time was that the washroom and bedrooms did not have doors.

"A slave does not warrant privacy." Rachael said as she saw the look of despair on Allison s face.

Sitting opposite Rachael, as they returned to the sitting room, she could not help notice that Rachael s dress rode up her thighs. Yet what surprised her the most was that she spread her legs so that you could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

"Wear your slave collar all the time." Rachael was explaining as Allison tried not to watch her in her unladylike posture.

"Let me explain how your slave collar works when your master or mistress wants to summon you. It s highly possible that you will not be with your master all the time, then again who knows." Walking over to the computer terminal that was in the room, Rachael entered a few commands into the computer.

"The collar that all the slaves wear has a sensor built into it that sends a mild shock when you are being summoned." Rachael explained as she finished what she was doing.

"Ouch!" Allison said as a shock zapped her. After the first shock there was only a slight tingle that continued.

"That first shock is to get your attention in case your sleeping. To deactivate the collar you do this." Rachael said as she told Allison what to do on the keyboard.

"Type Slave Allison back slash Master Peter"

For a second the screen went blank. Than a message appeared.

"Greek Restaurant. Now."

Once Allison exited the computer the tingling around her neck stopped.

"When you get a message, stop what you re doing and obey it. The only person that will be sending messages to you is your Master or Mistress." Rachael said as they sat opposite each other again.

"Don t I take it off if I m bathing?" Allison said as she tried not to look at Rachael s exposed vagina.

"I said always. Twenty-four hours a day for the next two weeks. The computer chip is waterproof, so you don t have to worry."

"One thing you should learn right now is when you are in the presence of your Master or Mistress and they give you permission to sit, you sit with your legs spread and your hands in your lap. Another thing you should get used to is spreading your legs even if your master is not present. It s a good habit to get into." Rachael said as Allison timidly inched her legs apart.

"You should understand another thing. Obey your master or mistress. As a slave you have no say in what they tell you to do. You are their property for the next two weeks. Are there any questions?"

"Yes there is." Allison started to say.

"Stop right there. When you re speaking to me, you will address me as Slave Rachael. That is my proper title." Rachael pointed out to Allison.

"Oh." Was the only thing Allison could say? She was not usually at a loss for words but Rachael s remark took her by surprise.

"I have chosen to become a slave for life, not like you, where you are a slave for only a couple of weeks. With my chosen lifestyle I have the honor of being called Slave Rachael, where you will be call just Slave. Understand this. "You are the lowest type of person and you will be treated like that for your stay here." Rachael said a stern voice.

"Slave Rachael I could not help notice that you re not wearing any underwear and your dress is different from mine. Why the difference?" Allison asked. She really did not care if Slave Rachael was wearing underwear or not. She just wanted to steer the conversation away from her.

"Training a slave is mostly based on humiliation. If a master or mistress wants to have sex with you, you will have to be humiliated by removing your panties and dress unless they want oral sex. Where with me, I would only have to take any pose they want me in. With the slits in my dress they have access to all my openings. Don t misunderstand me, I still can be humiliated but in a different way." Rachael said.

Now she started to understand why they wanted to humble her in the way they did. Making her strip in front of the men, the slave collar and the leash, the washroom with the three toilets, all this was for her training.

"My duty is to be here if you need anything. You don t complain to your Master. If you need something, you come to me, then I ll go through the proper channels." Rachael continued to say.

"Another question. Slave Rachael, you usually refer to a mistress or master. I will have a master won t I?" Allison asked.

"Not necessarily. Some masters and mistresses want the same sex in slaves. I don t know how they decide which slave goes to whom. Yet the chances are as good as any that you might have a mistress instead of a master. Don t let that bother you; you ll get your fair share of Masters. The mistresses and masters sometimes get bored with the same slave and they like to swap among themselves." Rachael explained.

"Another thing. Don t ever think that you can have sex with a fellow Slave? The only person that can command you to do that is your master. Sometimes the masters enjoy watching slaves having sex. Still, your master is the only one who can demand it, not another master or slave." Rachael said.

"So what your saying is, the only person that can tell me to do anything is my master. So I couldn t have sex with another slave on my own?" Allison said.

"It can get a little complicated at times but if your master was present and gave you the order, do not hesitate, obey his command." Rachael tried her best to explain.

"I ll be bringing your two other roommates here. Relax awhile, you will be served a light snack of sandwiches and fruit after the other two get here. That should hold your hunger until tonight." Rachael said as she left the room.

Standing in the shower and letting the warm water pelt her back, Allison felt the tension of the day drain from her, not to mention the grime of traveling wash off. She had to admit, this was going to be the most different kind of vacation that she had ever been on. Bending down and picking up the soap, she had no trouble determining that it was the same kind of soap she used at home by the heavy scent of it. Whoever or whatever runs this place, thought of everything. The only place she knew that carried this brand of soap was a little speciality boutique in Montgomery. Bringing her hands up to her firm breasts, she gently lathered them.

"I don t know what it will be like being a slave but just the thought of it has got me aroused." She was thinking as her fingers pinched her nipples until they were hard. With her other hand she let it travel down her body across her stomach until she felt the coarse hair of her pubic area.

"I can t believe it. I m a slave." Allison groaned as she pressed a finger against her clit which was poking its way out of its hiding place. While one hand was slowly fingering herself, the other hand was playing with her breasts, alternating between fondling and pinching them. With erotic thoughts of what was to come within the next two weeks, she feverishly brought herself to climax. Withdrawing her fingers from her vagina, she turned around and leaned against the shower and let the spray wash over her body