Coming Full Circle

COMING FULL CIRCLE

By Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 4

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER

THE EDUCATING OF SYDNEY

   Not long after the collaring and renaming of cumslut, life in Sir Richard’s home fell into a straight and very rhythmic pattern. Sydney was naked practically all of the time now. She even was naked when some of her junior high school friends would come over for dinner or for a sleep over party. Cumslut never was sure how her daughter explained either her mother’s nakedness, or her own to her friends. Sydney took her responsibility very seriously for keeping her mother’s whip marks fresh and never allowing them to fade.

   A few times, Sir Richard hired a live in sitter, and He took His slave with Him on some out of town business meetings and conventions to London, San Francisco, and Rio de Janeiro. It never ceased to amaze cumslut how far flung His friends and acquaintances were. Each time, He shared His slave with His friends and business associates, be they male or female, single or couples. More often than not, He would not be present when he lent her out. Sometimes it would be for a few hours, but mostly it would be overnight. There were a few times when it would be for an entire weekend. She always did as she was told, servicing them in any manner they wished. One woman in Rio, a tall elegant dark skinned woman with a thick accent, took cumslut to a decrepit looking seedy bar on a poorly lit street in one of the run down slum sections of the city. There she was made to fellatiate and service a donkey, a goat, a snake and a horse in front of a large rowdy and drunken crowd of mestizos.

   A few months before Sydney’s thirteenth birthday, it became quite evident to Sir Richard and cumslut that puberty was underway. It was May and the leaves were full, the sun was bright and warm, and the breezes that swept across Sir Richards’s property were gentle and heavily laden with sweet fragrances. One evening, while the three of them were relaxing on the lawn, enjoying the rich vibrant colors of sunset, Sir Richard turned and asked, “Have you explained anything to Sydney about what is happening to her body, cumslut?”

   “I have told her what will be happening to her and the changes she will see in her body, Master. I have also told her what she should be watching out for.”

   “Has she had her first period yet?”

   “No Sir, she hasn’t.”

   “I want her to witness yours. When are you due?”

   “Next Tuesday, Master.”

   “Then from this moment on, until I tell you otherwise, you are not to use any feminine products of any kind. No tampons, pads or belts. If you are going to be in the village, you will have to pay close attention to yourself, or you will be found out. Have I made Myself clear to you, slave?”

   “Y.....yes.....Master,” she whispered, mortified at what He was demanding of her.

   From the onset of her own menstrual cycles at fourteen, she had never become comfortable with that part of her body. Her monthly period was a chore that she found both disturbing and disgusting, and now, He was expecting her to allow it to be opened for all to see!

   By Monday afternoon, the tell-tale cramps were setting in, and cumslut knew what was being foretold. By tomorrow she would begin her flow, with Wednesday and Thursday being the heaviest two days. By Friday it would begin to subside, and it would all be over by Monday following. Every month, just like clock work, from the time she was in eighth grade, it had been this way. The only time it varied was when she was pregnant with Sydney.

   Tuesday at 11:00AM it began. Cumslut felt the warm and wet sensation. But unlike every other time, there was nothing to prevent the discharge from trickling ever so slowly down the insides of her legs. Instinctively, she started walking with a wide stanced hobble, trying to prevent her legs from touching each other and smearing the mess, making it worse.

   By the time Sydney got home from school, the insides of her legs was covered in a mixture of wet and clotted blood, which was all over her feet, and was smeared all across the ceramic tiles on the kitchen flor, as she attended to the dinner preparations.

   Sydney entered through the back door, and stood aghast at the spectacle her mother was presenting. “I.......I’m.....sorry, Sydney” cumslut muttered gently. “Uncle Richard ordered me to present this to you.” Her face a bright crimson in embarrassment as she child looked at the blood around the room coming from her mother’s bleeding crotch.

   “C......can......I h.... help you.....cl...clean the floor, Mom?”

    “Uncle Richard didn’t say that I couldn’t. B........but thank you!  I’ll wait until He says if I should or not.” With one more glance, Sydney bolted from the kitchen and back to the carriage house. Tears began to drop from cumslut’s eyes at the lost innocense she had caused.

   To further abase and humiliate His slave, at dinner that night Sir Richard ordered her to lap her food out of a dog dish, like a common animal, on all fours. He made her face away from Sydney and Himself, so that the blood clot encrusted locks which prevented access to her cunt were exposed for their eyes. The food which he provided for her was common canned dog food, of the cheapest generic variety, with a particularly foul and repugnant odor. As she fed, it covered her face and got imbedded in her nostrils.

   Sydney and Sir Richard talked about light topics, like her classes, and the pending summer vacation. He told her that he was including her in all His plans for His vacation, and He made no mention of His slave, her mother. When the meal was finished, they got up and left the kitchen together, as if she wasn’t even there. Cumslut finished her fetid meal, cleared the table, and washed the dishes. Since she was banished to the kitchen, she just curled up on the cold ceramic floor and tried to sleep, which didn’t come to her easily, as her mind kept fixating on the sensation of her menses always leaking out.

   Cumslut spent the rest of her period in the kitchen, squatting over her litter box to relieve herself, and covering the excrement woith kitty litter each time. She was always mortified whenever Sydney would stand and watch her mother defecate and pee in the box, and Sydney always seemed to watch in awe and bewilderment at the situation, but no words were ever passed between them.

   The kitchen floor had become something resembling a grade B slasher movie scene, but Sir Richard persisted in His prohibition of it being cleaned up until the period had ended. Cumslut had never felt so worthless and abused as this week had made her feel. A common animal, unable even to garner the slightest modicum of privacy in her most abject bodily functions.

   When, finally, the horrible week was ended, and she was permitted to scrub the floor and bathe herself, Richard announced to His slave and her daughter that they would all be going on an extended weekend trip to the mountains of Vermont the following weekend. Sydney’s excitement could hardly be contained, as she incessantly grilled her “uncle” about the trip. But Sir Richard was steadfast in His resolve that He wished it to be a surprise. He did tell them both what they would need to pack and when they would be leaving, and that Sydney would need to be excused from school  Friday, as they would be getting on the road very early that morning.

   Sir Richard helped Sydney pack her bags for the weekend foray. She was literally bubbling over with excitement, as Sir Richard would tell her nothing of where they were going and what was to take place. Every time she would ask something about the weekend, He would just tell her to have patience, and that is was a surprise, and that He was sure they would all have a great time.

   To make certain that they had allotted enough time form the trip, Sir Richard had His slave write a note excusing her daughter from school on Friday. And so, that morning at 7:00AM, they prepared to leave on the much anticipated weekend trip. Richard and Sydney watched as cumslut loaded His luminescent pearl white Escalade with all of the bags and packages. He allowed her to walk as she carried the bags to the car, but she was made to crawl back to the house on each return trip. Finally, after the car was loaded, Sir Richard said, “There is a dog crate in the garage, please go and get it for me, slut.”

   “Yes, Master,” came the instant reply, as she crawled across the gritty asphalt driveway to the garage. She retrieved the crate and He told her to “put it in the back of the truck and get in it.”

   Cumslut put the crate in the rear of the truck and opened the small wire mesh door. It took quite a bit of twisting and maneuvering to contort herself through the door and into the crate, but after a few minutes of scrapes and scratches on the door frame, she got in and heard Him close and lock the little door.

   The uncomfortable position began to nag at her almost from the minute she got into the crate. Her neck was bent at a strange angle, and her knees were doubled up to her chest, with her arms crossed against her breasts. Sydney and Sir Richard got in the car and He started it up. Sydney inserted a cd into the stereo, and they were on their way.

   The trip seemed to last an interminable length of time to the severely cramped slave. There was one point when Sir Richard pulled into a rest area and He and Sydney got out of the big SUV to get some snacks and to use the restrooms. When they returned they showed no consideration of cumslut, they just pulled out of the rest stop, continuing their trek. Her bladder was beginning to ache.

   At long last, cumslut could sense the truck bouncing along an unpaved dirt road, and she heard Sydney ask, “Is this the place, Uncle Richard?”

   “Yes Sydney. Just a few miles up this road and we’ll be there,” He told her assuringly.

   Then, after what seemed forever, the vehicle stopped and He shut down the motor. An all encompassing silence was all that remained for a few minutes, until Richard asked Sydney, “So what do you think?”

   “There are at least twenty-five naked men and women out there on that field, Uncle Richard,” she blurted out. “And they’re all chained by their necks to sticks in the ground. What is this place?”

   “This is My Society’s Annual Spring Festival. Those are the Society member’s slaves tethered to the stakes. Come, help Me get your mother out and chained to her’s, then We can go into the main house and get some lunch.”

    Cumslut heard the rear lift gate of the Escalade opening and then she felt her crate being pulled to the lip. Richard unlocked the door, and commanded, “Get out!”

   Following the order, she began twisting and contorting her stiff aching joints through the small egress and out onto a grassy expanse of lawn. When she was free of the crate, she immediately got on all fours, as He pointed to the ground. She crawled behind her Master and her daughter as they strode through the naked and tethered slaves to an unoccupied stake, where He picked up a stout chain and locked it to her collar. Then, without so much as a glance, He took Sydney by the hand and said, “Let’s go get something to eat before the afternoon activities begin, shall we?”

   The chain which bound cumslut to the stake was quite short, not even eighteen inches, so with her bladder screaming for release, she was forced to pee right in the grass where she was. She looked at the slaves around her, and saw, to her relief, that none of them showed even the slightest interest in her peeing. The immediate slaves were not at all familiar to her, she decided after studying them. Some bore recent welts and marks from canes and whips, while others had skin unblemished by the lash. Some had not body hair anywhere, while others were hirsute from their armpits to their ankles. Some wore rings and bars in their breasts and genitalia, while others did not. Some were tattooed or branded, while most were not. All, however, were naked and chained, and none of them were talking.

   As Richard and Sydney walked up the steps to the main house, He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I would prefer it if you were naked, little one. Would you do that for Me?”

   A blush rose on Sydney’s cheeks when the implication of His request sunk in. He had never asked her to remove her clothes before, but now, in front of about twenty-five fully clothed strange adults, He wanted her to be naked. He picked up on her hesitancy right away, and added, “We can all go home if you would prefer, Sydney. The choice is yours.”

   The cold frankness in His voice sent a chill up her spine, startling the young girl, and she stammered, “Y...yes,.....S....Sir. Wh........where should I go?”

    In the ladies room off the foyer would be fine. Just fold your clothes and leave them with the attendant. She’ll see that they get to our room. I’ll wait for you in the dining room. Now.......GO!”

   Sydney jumped as He barked His command, and scampered off to the ladies room. A black attendant was in the vestibule outside the room, handing out warm folded hand towels. Sydney went into one of the stalls and took off her dress, halter bra, panties and shoes. She folded them all neatly in a pile, and upon opening the stall door, she was immediately confronted by a ful length mirror reflecting her nakedness back at her in the harsh florescent light. She shook abruptly in shock at her reflection, and reflexively tried to cover her breasts and pubis with her hands.

    After a minute or so, Sydney regained a bit of composure, and didn’t attempt to cover her nakedness as she walked out past the attendant and into the foyer. A few people were mingled in conversation, and paid her little or nor attention at all. She wandered down the hallway, head darting around nervously, in search of the dining room, where she finally spotted Sir Richard talking with Mistress Ilsa, who was decked out in a deep blue leather jump suit with matching over the knee stiletto toed boots. “Ah, here she comes, Richard,” Ilsa proclaimed as Sydney approached them.

   Richard turned around to watch as Sydney walked over to them in her innocent nudity. “Would You be so kind as to put the chains on her, Ilsa,” Richard asked when Sydney was by His side?

   “Certainly Richard, I’d be happy to assist.”

   Richard handed a long tan leather jewelry box to Ilsa, and She opened it right away. “Hands behind your back, and spread your legs, little one,” She ordered. Sydney did as she was told, self conscious of the eyes that were now turned in their direction. Sydney watched as Ilsa removed a delicate jumble of silver chains from the box and began the task of unraveling them. When She had them all sorted out and untangled, Ilsa reached behind Sydney and clipped a chain behind her back. It fell a few inches below her navel. Then the young girl felt Ilsa’s smooth hands deftly sliding another chin tightly through her ass cheeks, so that it lay snugly across her tightly puckered rear. Ilsa then came around in front of Sydney and knelt, feeling for the chains. Sydney felt Her put a chain on either side of her sex, and run one chain through the virgin slit, pulling it out and pushing it up in the slit at the same time. Then She clipped the chains to the one around Sydney’s waist, so that the one through her slit was fastened right above it, while the other two pulled out to her hips.

   “There You are Richard, all done,” Ilsa said, standing up and stepping back to inspect the decorations. “It’s lovely! Dainty and befitting a virgin girl, yet submissive and obvious at the same time.”

   “I couldn’t agree more, Ilsa. Your jeweler did a superb job. The chains are so small and light, yet they’re quite strong too. I love them.

   “Shall We eat?” Richard offered Ilsa His arm, and She took it allowing Him to escort her to Their table. Sydney followed a few paces behind Them. The table was set for eight, and six people were already seated when they got to it. Richard held out a chair for Ilsa, and when She was seated, He took the other for Himself. He could sense Sydney’s insecurity in the situation, and just said, “Kneel!”

   A heavy set man in a dark three piece suit approached the table, and Richard rose to greet him and shake his hand. “Edwin, It’s good to see you,” Richard said firmly gripping His friend’s hand. “How have you been?”

   “I’ve been fine Richard, thank You. And Ilsa,” he said, lifted her hand to kiss it, “You look as beautiful as ever.”

   “Thank You Edwin. It’s good to see you.”

   “Is this Your she-slave’s daughter, Richard,” Edwin asked, eying the naked girl?

   “Yes it is, Edwin. Her name is Sydney.”

   “She’s very beautiful Richard. I’m certain that she would fetch a lot at the auction!”

   “She’s not for sale, Edwin. I’m keeping her for Myself.”

   “Very well, can’t blame a man for trying. By the way, the Board passed a resolution since you were here last, no slaves in the main building with free hands. She must be cuffed, or she must wait outside with the others.”

   “Thanks, Edwin. I had heard they were considering such a rule, but I didn’t know it had passed already.

   “Ilsa, may I borrow a set of cuffs please?”

   “Of course Richard,” Ilsa replied, digging through Her large black bag a dn removing a set of stainless steel handcuffs. She handed them to Richard, and He placed them tightly on Sydney’s thin wrists, behind her back.  

   Throughout lunch, Sydney knelt back on her haunches and was spoon fed by both Richard and Ilsa whenever They deigned it and at Their whim, eating what They gave her, and drinking when They brought a glass to her lips.

   As the meal was ending, a woman called out from a podium at the head table, “If I may have everyone’s attention, please?” She paused until she was satisfied that all were quiet and listening to her. “On behalf of the Society Board, I wish to welcome all of you to our annual Spring Fest. With such a large turnout, I’m sure we’ll all have a grand time!

   “If you arrived late and haven’t checked into your room, please do so before you leave the Main House, as we need an accurate head count for the meals. If you go to the front desk, you will find copies of the weekend itinerary available, so that you may choose which events you wish to attend. The culmination of the weekend will be the auction on Sunday after lunch. I hope you can all stay for that.

    “Please feel free to roam the grounds and inspect the slaves on the great lawn. They will be herded in for showers and grooming at 3:30. The first events will be after dinner. Should you have any questions, please see Me or any other Board Member. Thank you all for coming.”

   A polite round of applause greeted her as she resumed her seat at the table. Ilsa turned back to Richard and said, “ I need to freshen up a bit, and then I’d like to view the slaves. What about you? Care to wait and then join Me?”

   “That sounds fine, Ilsa. I’ll head to the bar and I’ll meet You there.”

   “May I take Sydney with Me, Richard?”

   “Of course, Ilsa. There’s no need to ask.”

   “Thank You.” Ilsa reached over and lightly cupped Sydney’s chin, and said, “Come with Me, little one. And stay a few steps behind Me at all times”

   “Yes, Mistress Ilsa,” came a soft reply.

    As they were just about to leave the dining room and enter the hallway where the grand staircase was, Ilsa spun on her heels and said, “Wait!”

   Sydney stopped abruptly and waited as Ilsa rummaged through Her bag looking for something. It turned out to be a metal dog leash, which She clipped to the chain around Sydney’s waist, and with a gentle tug, they headed for the stairs.  Sydney kept her head down, so she didn’t see all of the eyes that followed her as she ascended the stairs behind Mistress Ilsa.

   When they reached the room, Ilsa unclipped the leash and removed the handcuffs. “Undress Me,” She commanded in a harsh voice. Sydney  unzipped the boots, and slipped them off. Then she unzipped the back of the soft leather jump suit and slid it off Ilsa’s satin smooth shoulders, revealing her large breasts. Sydney continued to slide the leather suit down Ilsa’s trim body, exposing her flat stomach with highly defined abs. She stopped for a moment to re-gather the leather, and then she slid it down the hips, exposing a smooth shaven cleft, with an elaborate dragon tattoo. When she reached the ankles, Ilsa steadied herself by grasping Sydney’s head as She stepped out of the garment.   

   Ilsa stood stock still for a moment, allowing the young girl the opportunity to gaze at her naked body. She was sure the girl was assessing every detail her eyes could drink in. “Follow Me,” She said, breaking the silence, as Ilsa went into the bathroom and squatted on the bowl. Ilsa never took Her eyes from Sydney’s as the only sound in the heavily tiled room was the splash of the urine in the toilet. When she was done, Ilsa squatted over the bidet to cleanse herself as Sydney continued to stare in awe.

   When she was through, Ilsa said, “Dry Me!”

   Sydney took a plush towel off the rack and softly patted Ilsa dry between her spread legs. Satisfied, Ilsa strode out of the bath and laid down on Her bed, hands behind Her head, legs agape, exposing Her sex for Sydney to see. “Come over here, little one, and sit next to Me on My bed.”

  Hesitantly, Sydney approached the bed, her eyes never drifting from the naked woman lying there. Gingerly, she sat on the very edge of the bed, fearful that she might disturb the woman. Ilsa allowed her to stare at her body for some time before She spoke again, “I want you to touch Me, between My legs.”

   For a few seconds Sydney didn’t move. It was almost as if she hadn’t heard the command. But then, ever so slowly, she reached over and furtively touched the moist nether lips. The dainty touch of the soft fingers brought a soft moan to Ilsa’s lips. Sydney lightly stroked the rapidly moistening sex and looked into Ilsa’s eyes, trying to read the pleasures written on Her face.

   “Kiss My pussy, little one,” Ilsa said softly.

   Sydney crawled over the bed, and got between the widely splayed legs, and stared at the red     and slightly swollen lips.  Leaning forward, she brushed the top of the slit with a delicate kiss and pulled back. “Use your tongue, Sydney, Lick Me!”

   Bending over again, Sydney brought her mouth to the fragrant juices that covered the slit and began licking. Ilsa grabbed Sydney by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her face into her, “Put your tongue in Me. .....That’s it!..........Deeper.........Deeper!........   Use your teeth!.........

    Sydney followed the instructions until Ilsa let out with a scream and shook in the violent throes of a deep reaching orgasm. It took several seconds for the spasms to ebb, and Ilsa held Sydney’s face in Her crotch the whole time. Finally, Sydney could feel the pressure on her head ease up, and she sat up, her face covered in Ilsa’s juices.

   “I don’t want you to wash up, little one. I want you to smell me for the rest of the afternoon.

   “Please fetch my green leather case from the closet.”

   “Yes, Ma’am.”

   Sydney got up and walked to the closet. Upon opening the door, she saw a large green leather case on the floor. When she went to lift it, she was surprised at it’s weight. She carried it back to Ilsa, who indicated with Her hand that She wanted it placed on the bed next to her.

   Ilsa opened the case and extracted a heavy set of leg irons and a set of chain manacles, which she put on Sydney’s ankles and wrists. The chain between her legs was about twenty inches, so it would be quite effective in hobbling the girl. The manacle chains were locked in front of her, making her look like a slave from some nineteenth century auction. When she was chained, Ilsa went to the bathroom and got dressed. She came out wearing a very short tight black leather mini skirt that barely covered her full round buttocks, topped off with a black leather harness which supported her ample breasts, but left them and the nipples exposed. She wore no stockings, and on her feet were a pair of high heeled straps in red leather.

   Ilsa clipped the leash on the waist chain again, and said, “Let’s go see if we can find “Uncle” Richard, shall we?”

   They located Him in the bar, talking with two other men, one black and tall, his head shaved and glistening, the other a white man with a thick full face beard and glasses. Neither of the men  was familiar to Sydney. “Ah, Ilsa,” Richard said when He saw them, “Here You are! Do you know Sebastian and Alan?”

   Ilsa extended Her hand for a formal kiss, and said, “No, I don’t believe so, Richard. How do you do, gentlemen?”

   “Richard has told us so much about You Ilsa,” Alan, the bearded man said. “I am pleased to meet You in the flesh, which is an exquisite pleasure.”

   “Thank You Alan. I hope Richard hasn’t embellished too much.”

   “On the contrary, He has been quite understated in His assessment of You.”

   Richard looked down at Sydney, naked, leashed, and in her heavy chains, and looked at Ilsa, who gave and all but imperceptible nod and smile, the meaning of which would be lost on all but Richard. Richard turned to His two acquaintances and said, “Ilsa and I have some things to attend to. But we’d love to catch up over dinner?”

   Sebastian said, “That would be fine, Richard. I have some business to see to as well. Shall We meet in the dining room at 6:00? I’ll reserve a table for us. Oh, I just remembered, they’re doing things a bit differently this year. If You wish to reserve a slave for the evening or night, You must fill out a request card. Anyone’s slave is available. The only restriction is that You may not reserve Your own slave.”

   “Where are the reservation cards, Sebastian,” Ilsa inquired?

   “At the main desk in the lobby. All You have to do is fill in the stall number of the slave You want, and put down Your room number. The slave will be delivered to Your room by 10:00PM.”

   “Thank You, Sebastian,” Richard added, shaking His friend’s hand.

     So Richard and Ilsa, with Sydney in tow, left the bar and walked to the desk and got their reservation cards, and then they went out of the main building, heading out to the lawn where the slaves were tethered.

   “I wish to view them all, Richard,” Ilsa said as they neared the stalls of slaves. “Let’s start with number one and wok our way through them, shall We?”

   “That’s fine with Me, Ilsa.”

   The next ninety minutes were spent walking down the aisles inspecting the slaves and reading the information on charts posted in each stall. The charts contained vital information regarding each slave, such as their age, height, weight, and piercings, brands or tattoos, and what their specific training involved. Sydney was in awe not just at the variety of them; male and  female, young and  old, black, Asian, and white; but also at the number of them, which had now swelled to over forty. She was also very aware of te fact that none of them looked Sir Richard, Mistress Ilsa, or even her in the face. They kept their heads down, averting their eyes from the scrutinizing examinations.

   When they started down the third aisle, Sydney spotted her mother.  A thin and frail elderly woman was inspecting her and reading the chart of information about her. She looked like a stereotypical grandmother with her white hair pulled back in a severe bun and matronly dress that fell to mid-calf.

   The sound of Sydney’s chains rattling caused the old woman to look away from what she was reading and to seek out the source of the noise. “Mildred,” Ilsa exclaimed. “It’s so good to see You! How are You feeling?”

   “Much better, thank You, Ilsa. Much better! It was just a bout of angina, but it kept Me confined for a few weeks.” Mildred”s eyes drifted to Sir Richard, and She added, “Aren’t You going to introduce me to Your friends?”

   “Of course, how rude of me. Mildred, I would like to present Sir Richard, and His slave’s daughter, Sydney. Richard, this is My dearest friend, Mildred Donovan.”

   At the mention of Sydney’s name, cumslut looked up. She was horrified to see her shackled and naked, and let out an audible gasp. Sydney blushed when her Mother reacted to her. Mildred didn’t pick up on the interaction, but Ilsa and Richard did., and both of Them glared at cumslut, forcing her to turn her eyes away from her daughter. The tears falling from her face were the only hints of recognition then.

   The conversation was light, mostly regarding the auction Sunday and which slaves they were considering having consigned to them for the night. All agreed that they should take dinner together and catch up. As they parted ways, neither Richard, nor Ilsa, nor Sydney spoke even one word to cumslut, as she sat tethered on the grass in her stall. They just walked on, perusing the other slaves in that aisle.

   That evening, Ilsa and Richard dined with Sebastian, Alan, Mildred, and the woman Mildred was sponsoring for membership in the society. Sydney knelt at the feet of Sir Richard and Mistress Ilsa, naked in her chains, eating whatever scraps they deigned to feed her. When the meal was finished and the coffee, tea and desserts had been ordered, the Society President, Angela Cummings, started the annual meeting. The first order of business was the voting on membership for the eight prospective new members. Then She introduced the chairs of the various committees, buildings and grounds, finance, social and membership, for their reports.

   The buildings and grounds chair took the most time to present His report. The report included repairs they deemed necessary on the main building, and the proposed acquisition of an additional four hundred and ten acres of land, which would increase their privacy, and bring the total to just under one thousand acres.

   The finance report was very favorable, showing a healthy balance in the treasury. The Chair told the members that the sales of videos and dvd’s was up. Membership in the Society web site was increasing as well, with Their new webMaster up-dating the site bi-weekly. Sales of bdsm equipment and implements was growing as well, both in local stores and on line.

   The final report was on new products. Angela introduced the sub-contractor for they had hired for product manufacture and sales for this part of the meeting. A middle aged man took the podium and addressed the assembly. “Good evening, everyone. Thank You all for having me hear tonight. For those of You whom I haven’t met, my name is Derek Marcks, and I have been put in charge of production for your Society. I have some products which I feel are just what will make Your catalogue the best that there is, and will compliment your existing lines.

   “Our first slaves will be modeling our expanded and improved line of slave collars.” As he began his introduction, naked slaves, both male and female, began walking slowly through the dining room door and walking around the tables, affording everyone a clear view of the collar each was wearing. Some of the collars were leather, and some were steel. Some buckled on, or used velcro. Some used snap fasteners, while a few had hasps and locks. Two, which Marcks pointed out with pride, were meant to be welded on.

   “The final collar we have is a very innovative improvement on a standard theme of discipline collar. As You all can see, it is quite high, with cut-outs in the chin and back of the head, forcing the head up nice and straight. It is lined in satin, your choice of sapphire blue, ruby red, or jet black.”

   He paused, giving everyone a chance to see the collar on the slave. “But what makes this collar so desirable,” He added, “is that hidden in the back, there is a remote operated air pump, which, when activated, pumps up the inside of the collar, all three hundred and sixty degrees of it, slowly constricting the blood flow to the slave’s head, but without choking. You can bring about unconsciousness gradually. 

  “This collar will, of course, be sold with cautions and a disclaimer about it’s use and the potential dangers. But I feel that in the right hands, this can be a very useful tool for training your slave. “

   The new products demonstration continued, showing off harnesses, boots and shoes, various tack for ponygirls and boys, leather wear and chastity devices. “The next to last new products are our yokes. We have designed three models: the R for rough model, the S, standard model, and the D, the top of the line deluxe yoke. All three may be purchased in one of three weights: either the ten pound, twenty pound, or forty pound version. I have brought the R-40, which is the Rough model in forty pound weight here to show You tonight,” and he indicated the door, where cumslut was entering.

   “Slave #16 is coming in now, and she has been restrained in the R-40, “he read from a card, “The forty pound rough model. All three of the models come with a hinge for ease in putting it one. There are two hinges on the R-40, S-40, and D-40. All three models have a hasp for a lock of Your choice.                                                                                                                  

   “The Deluxe model is smooth sanded, with a thick coating of polyurethane. The wrist and neck holes are padded in soft suede. The Standard model is also smooth sanded and polyurethaned. But the wrist and neck holes are unlined. The Rough model has not been sanded and has been left in natural wood, making it appear old and worn. Additionally, on the Rough model, the wrist and neck holes have not been beveled at all, so the slave will experience severe chaffing, and even some splinters will be transferred to the parts of the body coming into contact with the rough wood. If You look closely at this slave, you will see some reddening of the skin around the neck, wrists and shoulders already, and she has only been in the yoke for a half hour or so.”

   Cumslut walked slowly through the tables, as she had been instructed to do. The heavy wood bearing down on her shoulders and the rough wood scraping her soft skin with each step. She purposely did not look at her daughter kneeling at the feet of Ilsa and Sir Richard as she passed them by, but she did feel Ilsa’s cool hand caresses her thigh in passing.

   “Our final new product,” Marcks continued as cumslut left the room, is one I a most proud of. It is a new acrylic cane. I am so confident in this new cane, that it will be offered with a full money back guarantee for the first five years if the purchaser is not fully satisfied!

   “As I said, it is made of acrylic, so it will last a lifetime. You’ve all seen acrylic canes before, so You are probably asking Yourselves what makes this one so unique? What makes this cane so special is that the shaft is covered in emery cloth. We have three grades of coarseness available as well! Each time the cane lands on it’s target, there is skin abrasion adding to the bite of the whip’s kiss. And, depending on the coarseness of the grit on the cloth, you will see blood droplets beginning to form after just one stroke! What’s even better, is that You can order replacement emery sleeves in all three grades of coarseness, and change them as You wish!

   “I have taken the liberty of leaving a free complimentary emery cane in each of Your rooms. It is Yours to keep as my way of saying thank You for putting Your faith in me and my company.”

     A hearty and exuberant applause followed as he stepped from the rostrum.

   9:15 found Richard and Sydney back in their room. He was stretched out on the bed, lounging in His black denim jeans, no shirt, shoes or socks, reading a newspaper. Sydney was still naked, lying on a mat on the floor at the foot of the bed, watching television. He had removed her chains. Neither of them was uncomfortable with the silence. Sydney, however, was paying little attention to the insipid drone of the sitcom and it’s artificial laugh track. Her mind was wrestling with all of the things she had seen, heard, and felt today. Finally, she asked, “Uncle Richard?”

   “Yes, Sydney?”

   “Where’s my Mom?”

   “Well, if she’s lucky, she is being sent to someone’s room for the night, right now. If not, she will be whipped, and then caged for the night.”

   “Sydney shivered at the image she conjured up to both possibilities. As she fought to gain control of her imagination, there came a knock at their door. “See who it is, Sydney.” He said, not even looking away from His paper.

   Sydney got up and opened the door. She stepped back reflexively at what beheld her. There, on all fours at the door was the fattest woman she had ever seen. The many folds of fat on her stomach drooped to ground, and her massive stretch marked breasts sagged to the floor, flattening out like over filled water balloons. Her arms were as big around as Sydney’s waist.  Her head was down, looking at the floor, with her long hair braided in tight pigtails on both sides of her head. It trailed back behind her feet, at least six feet in length. Her thick meaty back was creased in folds of fat that seemed to roll off her sides. A four inch long one inch deep brand marked her on her right thigh.

   “Who is it, Sydney,” Richard called out from the bed?

   “I.........I don’t know, Uncle Richard. May......maybe You’d b.....better come see!”

    “Nonsense, Sydney. Just ask her what she wants. She’ll tell you,” He answered somewhat testily.

   “Wh......who are y......you?”

   “I am sow 14. Sir Richard has reserved me for the night.”

   Sydney didn’t step aside as the creature crawled into the room. Instead, she ran back to the opposite side of the king-sized bed in horror, trying to maximize the distance between her and the thing that was crawling in. She stood and watched, mesmerized as the creature couldn’t crawl like a normal person would. The fat hanging from her breasts and stomach forced her to spread her legs far apart to avoid “stepping” on her own fat. And, Sydney was shocked to find, she had no hands!

   When she had reached the end of the bed, sow 14 pushed herself up and knelt, doing her absolute best to fold her arms behind herself in a classic slave presentation pose, but falling well short, as her stumps couldn’t reach around behind her. The enormous folds of fat on her belly draped over her loins, and cascaded over her knees, while her breasts, stretched out by their own weight, dropped to the outside of her legs. The breasts, which more closely resembled a cow’s udders, were topped with huge pancake sized five inch areolas, and the nipples themselves were like a cow’s teats. As big around as a man’s thumb, and were over one inch long. Milk was leaking from both breasts in large droplets, and was dripping into pools on either side of the folds of her buttocks. Her nose had been broken many times and was flattened and distorted into a useless jagged mass of flesh and cartilage, almost resembling a pig’s snout. The ears had been clipped and cropped into sharp points, also like a pig.

   “Please introduce yourself, and tell us about you,” Richard ordered from His bed.

   “I am sow 14. I am forty-nine years old and have been a slave for thirty-two years. I have been mostly used for breeding and dairy production. I weigh 487 pounds. I am milked four times every day, and produce almost one quart of milk from each udder at each milking. I am fed a strict diet of hormones and fertility drugs, and have produced twenty-one litters, with a total of thirty-seven off-spring who have all been sold.

   “I have never had human sex, and am considered a human virgin. Each litter was conceived by artificial insemination. My cunt has been rendered unattainable due to my size.

   “To prevent pleasure, my Master burned off my clitoris with an iron many years ago. I am allowed no form of grooming. No shaving, no soap, and no shampoo when I am bathed in my trough. No combing of my hair is allowed either. No fragrances or deodorants are allowed as well.

   “My teeth were all removed so that I may not bruise any animals I am made to service. Therefore, I am fed a diet of soft foods in my slop.

   “As I said, I am a human virgin, but one of my main jobs is servicing the stallions, boars and dogs everyday at the farm. Sometimes I do it orally, sometimes vaginally, and sometimes anally. I am not allowed to defecate. I undergo an internal cleansing twice daily. Otherwise, my hole is filled with a plug that has been fitted with a real pig’s tail.

   “My hands were amputated at the wrists several years ago, when my Master caught me playing with myself while I was servicing a donkey. Now I can’t reach myself. He liked the way it looked, so he had my legs amputated at knees, because the stumps look more like the hooves on a sow.

   “It is my Master’s intention to sell me at auction Sunday, as I am past my prime for breeding, and so I am too expensive. He told me that with luck, I will be sold to a slaughter house, where I will be butchered into meet and fed to farm animals.”

  “Have you generated any income for the Society,” Richard asked?

   “I have been featured in about a dozen or so videos. Mostly farm animal videos, but a few with exotic animals, like eels, live fish, and a few chimpanzees. I made one with a few orangutans one time.”

   “It is My intention to have My ward experience milking you,” Richard announced, getting off the bed. “I need to know what would be the best position for you to assume to make it easier for her to reach your udders.”

   “At the farm, I am always placed in a special frame that elevates me, and lifts my udders from the ground, so that they may be cleaned prior to milking. Usually, I am hooked up to an automated milker, and the milk is pumped through hoses to a holding vat. When I am away from the farm, the best way is to get me off the ground, kneeling on two benches or stools. Then my teats aren’t on the ground and someone can milk me by hand.

   “But Sir,” she interjected quietly, “I must respectfully inquire as to Your intended use of my milk. My Master is most insistent that my milk never be wasted. If You have no use of it, other than to have me milked, then I must humbly request that I be allowed to consume it myself, as that is one of Master’s strictest of rules.”

   Sow kept her head down in sincere submission as she made her request. Richard was silent for a minute or so after she had stated her request. He walked around the creature slowly, assessing her, and then He said, “I do, of course, respect your Owner’s rules regarding your milk, but you aren’t worthy to hear My intentions. So, suffice it to say, I will not break your Owner’s rules. However! You must be punished for daring to insult Me by even considering to ask anything of Me!” By now, He was shouting at the pig, His anger frightening Sydney, as spittle flew from his lips into the sow’s grotesque face.

   “I would expect no less, Sir. My insolence must not go unpunished, but My Owner is most insistent, and therefore, I had to inquire of your intentions. Please accept my deepest apologies, as no insult of You was ever intended.”

   “Silence, pig!” You will not speak to Me unless I grant you permission. Now, look at Me!”

   Sow 14 lifted her huge head and looked Sir Richard in the eyes. He studied her for a moment, as if trying to decide what He was going to do, before spitting in her face., The, He leaned over and punched her hard in the nose, blood immediately erupting from the misshapen snout. held her stance as the blood ran down her face and spilled to the mounds of fat below.

   “Sydney,” He barked, “Go to Ilsa’s room and get Her ottoman and bring it back here.”

   “Yes, Sir,” she stammered, visibly shaken by the harsh violence she had witnessed.

   Sydney leapt across the bed and bolted from the room, wanting nothing more than to get away from the bizarre goings on. She ran down the hallway and sprinted up the staircase that lead to the third floor and Mistress Ilsa’s room. When she reached the room, the door was wide open, so she went right in, and was greeted by the sight of a man hanging naked by his wrists from the ceiling. Heavy weights had been tied around his testicles, stretching them so that they hung more than a foot below his cock, which had turned a deep purple from all of the rubber bands that had been wrapped around the base of it.

   Ilsa looked up as the blur that was Sydney came into Her room, “Yes, little one. What do you want?”

   Sydney’s tongue froze and she couldn’t answer. All she was able to do was stare at the welts and cuts on the suspended slave’s body. “I’m waiting,” She scolded her, snapping Sydney out of her mind freeze.

   “Unc.......Uncle Rich....Richard......wa......wants to b.....borrow Y...Your ottoman, pl.....please.”

   “Very well. It’s on the other side of My bed.”

   Sydney skirted around the man, as if deathly afraid to come into contact with him, and got the ottoman. When she got back to her room, she found Sir Richard and the pig just as she had left them. The blood still flowing from the smashed remnants of her nose.

   Richard took the ottoman from Sydney’s hands and placed it a few feet from the one that was already in the room. He stood back, gauging the distance between them. “Up pig,” He commanded. Sydney watched, aghast, as the creature struggled on her stumps to get up on the two ottomans, her enormous rolls of fat distended by gravity. When she had at last clamored up, her breasts hung down to within a few inches of the hardwood floor. Her stomach hung down just as far, while the mounds of fat surrounding her thighs and arms sagged past the ends of her stumps.

   Richard placed an ice bucket under each teat, and turned to Sydney saying, “Milk her!”

   Sydney was trembling as she knelt beside the sow. She reached under the fat with great trepidation and gingerly started to pull on the huge leaking nipple. “Instruct her, pig,” came His command.

   “You have to  wrap your hand around the teat and then pull down and squeeze at the same time,” the sow said. Sydney started to get the hang of it, and watched as streams of milk squirted our of the mammoth milk sacs. It took her over ten minutes to do each breast, but she succeeded in emptying both breasts, almost filling two ice buckets with warm breast milk. Richard asked Sydney for one of the buckets, and she watched as He filled an enema bag with the contents, making the bag bulge. He filled a second bag with the other bucket, and then told Sydney to pull apart the sow’s huge ass cheeks nice and wide, so He could put both nozzles in her hair covered anus at the same time.

   He didn’t bother to wait for gravity to take it’s course. Instead, He squeezed the bags, forcing the milk into the sow’s bowels. After He emptied the two bags, He unzipped His trousers and pushed His penis in the hole, and pissed in her ass. Then, He took the three inch diameter butt plug topped off with a real curly cued pig’s tail and rammed it in the hole, sealing the milk and urine mixture in the sow’s belly.

   Sydney watched as He took the acrylic crop and removed the fine grit emery cloth, replacing it with the coarsest grade. “Stripe her backside, Sydney,” He ordered, handing the crop to her.

   Sydney got up from the floor and took the crop from Sir Richards. She stepped back, and began whipping the helpless creature, causing instant welts and drawing blood with the first stroke. She maintained a merciless pace with the cane. The mounds of fat were covered in swollen angry welts with smeared blood from the top of the buttocks to the ends of the stumps of her legs. The only sound the pig was making was a soft yet continuous moan.

   When it became obvious to Richard that Sydney was getting tired, He ordered her to stop. Then He lifted His leg and kicked the sow off the ottomans, sending her crashing to the floor in a mass of quivering flesh. “On your back, pig,” He yelled. The creature wriggled herself onto her back, the sagging flesh of her stomach settling down, while her pendulous breasts flopped to either side of her bloated carcass. “Now do her breasts and belly, Sydney.”

   Sydney, still winded from her prior exertion, got up and began to punish the front of the slave. She seemed mesmerized by the jiggling fat as the coarse cane slashed into the soft flesh, causing it to dance and jump in obscene fashion. Soon, the breasts were covered in scuff marks and were bleeding, as was the stretch mark covered belly. But still, the sow did nothing but moan through it all.

   Richard suddenly seemed to tire of the exhibition, and he strode over and kicked the sow in one of her milk bags, sending it flying across her chest and then back again. “Get out!”

   The sow struggled up on her stumps and began the laborious task of crawling out of the room. Sydney stood aside and watched, catching her breath from the exertion of the whipping she had administered. Just as sow 14 crawled out the door, Ilsa swept in wearing a stunning black silk kimono, ornately decorated with a large flowing dragon in brilliant yellows, lush greens, and vivid reds. Richard had laid himself back out on the bed, but Sydney was still standing watching the jiggling fat on the pigs enormous rear as it cleared the door.

   “Ah, Richard,” Ilsa said when she saw where he was, “I trust your evening was entertaining?”

   “I think I may have provided some enlightenment for Sydney, yes. If that’s what You mean,” He countered. “And how was Your evening?”

   “I had a simply marvelous time, as always. But Raquel’s slave isn’t going to be of much use to Her for a while I fear,” She snickered. “I’m exhausted. I need some ministrations. May I,” She queried, indictating toward Sydney?

   “By all means, Ilsa. It’s never necessary for You to ask. What’s Mine is Yours. Always.”

   With a smile and a slight nod of Her head, Ilsa untied the obi and slipped the robe off Her shoulders, standing stark naked. He then laid down od the bed next to Sir Richard and pilled her feet up to Her buttocks, spreading He legs very wide. “Come little one. Serve Me!”

   Sydney got up on the bed carefully, and got right between the open legs, starring all the while at the open mouth if Ilsa’s sex. Lowering her head, she brought her mouth into contact with the soft delicate f9olds of moist flesh and began probing with her tongue. Flicking it lightly, sucking gently, and nipping playfully, she teased Ilsa. Ilsa seemed to revel in the overwhelming sensations Sydney was providing Her, but She whispered softly, “Slower little one, slower. I want at least thirty minutes before I release. Do not make Me cum until I give you permission.”

   Sydney softly licked and sucked, nibbled and bit all around the sweet soft folds of Ilsa’s sex. The air in the room was becoming heavy with the pungent smell of Her. At one point, after about ten minutes or so, Ilsa began pushing the back of Sydney’s head down, away from Her pussy, and into Her ass, feeling immense power as the wet slobbering tongue furtively tasted Her musky rear hole. She didn’t release the pressure on Sydney’s head until Sydney’s tongue had probed and explored as deeply up the passage as it could reach. Then, and only then, did she pull Sydney back up and into Her womanhood.

   Richard was laying on the bed next to the spectacle, and was totally engrossed in the goings-on. He undid His pants and kicked them off, and then He began to stroke Himself until He reached His full size and rigidity. His cock was of average length when aroused, but it’s thickness was uncommon, being almost two full inches in diameter, and heavily highlighted with thick cords of deep blue veins running up and down the shaft.

   At long last, when She was ready, Ilsa ordered Sydney to nibble and suck on Her clit hard, bringing her quickly to a mind shattering orgasm. Sydney knew enough not to pull away or stop her ministrations until she was told to, or she was pushed away, which was what Ilsa was want to do. She pushed Sydney off of her, and right into the open lap of Sir Richard. Sydney opened her eyes to find herself starring at His thick tool, mere inches from her face.

   With soft puppy eyes, she looked up into His face, and saw a smile and a slight nod. Sydney repositioned herself between His wide spread legs and lowered her mouth onto Him, quickly feeling the strain in er mouth as she opened to accept all of Him.

   Ilsa had regained Her composure, so She rolled ver and slid down on the bed to give herself a better view of Sydney sucking Sir Richard. She let the young girl go on for a few minutes on her own before whispering various encouragements and instructions to her in order to better her technique. As Sydney fellatiated Him, she was told to probe the opening in the head of the penis with her tongue, to suck harder as she pulled her head back, and to swirl the tongue all around the glans as she sucked. She was told to cup His balls with her hands and to lightly stroke the perineum with her finger nails.. Ilsa made sure that Sydney concentrated on producing as much saliva as possible, and not swallowing it, to keep everything wet. She also made sure that Sydney understood that at no times were her teeth to come in contact with Him. Only her lips, tongue, cheeks, and the back of her throat should caress that which she serves.

   When Ilsa was satisfied with the girl’s rudimentary technique, She began to spank Sydney’s well rounded ass, all while admonishing her to pay attention to the primary task at hand, that being her mouth. The intensity of the spanking increased seemingly with each slap, reddening the smooth firm cheeks, and leaving red outlines of Ilsa’s hands.

   Richard could feel His release nearing rapidly, and so He took hold of both sides of Sydney’s head and pulled her face down onto Him, while thrusting at the same time, driving Himself deep into the back of her throat with each push, causing her to gag and retch. Finally, He spilled His salty load into her throat, holding her down on Him as His balls emptied into her, and He waited there while she swallowed her first load of cum.

   Sydney was flushed with pride at having made Sir Richard cum, and for swallowing the whole load. Ilsa stroked her hair gently, praising her efforts on this, her first blow job, and telling her how good she would be at sucking cock as she had a “gift” fopr it, and how much better she will develop her “gift” over time, into becoming a world class fellatrix. All the while, Richard remained in Sydney’s mouth, allowing her to experience the sensation of Him going soft and flaccid between her luscious lips. She kept teasing the tip at the slit, coaxing every last little drop of cum that might still be harbored within.

   Sydney spent that night naked in bed with her “Uncle,” cuddled against His strong body. Once during the night, she awoke to feel Him hard again, but He didn’t enter her. Instead, He used her mouth again, fast and hard, cuming in a matter of seconds and feeding her with His seed.