Awake

Awake

 

Part 2

 

I had Susan do all the packing. She and Megan ("The Brunette", who was tan and had larger than DDD cup tits) would accompany me and my newest slave to my cabin up north. My newest slave, of course, hadn't had time to go back to her now ex-home. So far, she seemed introverted, doing as she was told without really saying anything or socializing with the other slaves. Of course, I kept her sense of decency intact, so that she could be wholly embarrassed, so that might have had something to do with it.

I have a general rule for all my slaves; they cannot wear clothes in my house unless I tell them to. Susan, on the other hand, being my first and favorite slave, was never allowed to wear anything, ever. In addition, she was the driver on our trip to the cabin. She was thin and firm, with nice, wavy blond hair and blue eyes, B cup tits. The new slave wore her black underwear and Megan had a white dress that was cut low and barely covered her ass. Megan's tits were almost as big as my new slave's, making her one of my favorites. I managed to get free gas by having Susan pump and pay. She had never been permanently altered mentally except in accepting her servitude to me, so she was very embarrassed about it, but not as embarrassed as she would have been a year earlier. She had grown accustomed, at least, to being naked all the time and being in front of other people. Though, those other people were usually just my other slaves. She was incredibly red in the face when she got back in the car, but she drove as well as usual the rest of the trip.

Six hours later, we had gotten to my cabin. We pulled up beside a red Geo. I like for my property to be well maintained, and so I have a slave live here and take care of the place for me. I made sure she had gotten electrolicized, like all my slaves, before she drove up here to take care of the place. She was a red-headed girl with a large C cup. She used to be goth, but I told her to stop dressing that way and dying her hair. Of course, she is my sex slaves, and I'm only here once a month for a weekend at most. For that reason, I have given her standard instructions to get a job. She would do her job as well as was necessary and then spend all her time here. She could use her earned money to maintain the place, the car, and buy food. However, before every meal, she had to use a dildo on her pussy for fifteen minutes. Before she went to sleep every night, she had to dildo her pussy for one hour, followed by dildoing her ass with the same dildo for another hour. Once done with that, before eating and bed, she would have to spend fifteen minutes cleaning the dildo with her mouth and practicing giving head. She was allowed to use the dildo before work if she planned on eating while there. She was absolutely forbidden from having an orgasm unless I told her to. She worked at a deli, I think.

Anyway, we were getting out of the car, Susan grabbing all four bags of luggage to take inside as I told her to. They were heavy for her, and she was having a hard time not dropping anything. The front door opened immediately into the living room. There was a kitchen to the right, without a wall separating the rooms, but a counter was between them. ahead as you enter, past the kitchen (so a left turn after walking into the kitchen) got you to a bathroom and the side door, plus the laundry area. Where the counter touched the wall, on the living room's side, a hallway ran to another bathroom. There were three bedrooms, two to the left, one to the right. The one in the back and on the left was the master bedroom (mine) and so my slave who lives here could only go in to clean it. The other two rooms were smaller, had smaller beds, and were otherwise totally unfurnished. The slave who lived here slept in the one to the right, and was not allowed pillows or blankest or anything of the sort. The most famous room was actually a closet. It contained many sex toys and things of the sort. In addition, it had a shuttered door with two holes side by side at about chest height. There was a sliding partition that lowered down over the holes, and could be tightened into place. It's use was probably obvious.

As we entered, Megan and the new slave, who I named on the drive up as "Trash", took off what little they had on. The redhead appeared at the door to her room. Well, her head and a shoulder did. It's obvious her arms were doing something. When she saw it was me she got a smile and ran to in front of me, as Susan walked past me with the bags towards the master bedroom. She got on her knees when she got to me, spreading her legs as far apart as she could while balancing. Her hands were on her head, arms spread to the side. She was "in position". When a slave is in position, she cannot move except to fulfill orders I give them, and cannot talk until they leave position or I give them permission. She had a dildo in her pussy and she was humping it a bit as she knelt, the floor keeping it in her. She was following her orders to use the dildo, though, so it was alright. The commands did not conflict. She was in much better shape than when I originally picked her up, too. Probably all the masturbation/exercise I have her do.

"Slave, you will go back to bed as usual, and Megan," I looked at Megan, "will accompany you. Instead of you dildoing yourself, she will do it all for you. Your hour in your pussy must restart. Megan, if you make her cum, you must come to me for punishment afterwards."

"Yes, Master." Both girls said, bowing, and then they each walked to the redhead's room. The redhead handed the dildo she was using to Megan on the way. I was so glad that I could implant within their minds to be totally honest and to actually try their best at what I tell them to do with my weird powers.

Trash was completely shaved, though not electrolicized. I had her do it before we left at about 4PM. It was dark out. I looked at her, and took her in my arms. I kissed her. I moved a hand down to her crotch, and began to finger her. She spread her legs to accept it. Susan had come from the bedroom and gotten in position in front of us. She was good at it, having a lot of practice. Her legs were spread to about 180 degrees. I figured I'd have my fun tomorrow. It was getting late. I walked Trash into the first room on the left, and had her lay on it. There were restraints attached to the beds here. I attached her by each wrist and ankle, tightening her into a spread eagle. While I did that, I shouted out to Susan to bring a "machine". I heard her get into the closet and, by the time I had finished tightening the restraints, she wheeled in a machine at just under waste level. It was a small electrical motor with a long rod sticking out of it. On the end of the rod was a seven inch long dildo. We positioned it and put the dildo into Trash's cunt, and turned it on. the dildo accelerated to a thrust per two seconds. I tested trash's movement and figured out the dildo would not accidentally come out.

I took Susan to my room. I had her give me a thirty minute blow job before we went to sleep. There's a chain on each leg of the bed in that room, one foot long and with a loop at the end. The loop was a lockable collar. I put Susan into the one nearest the door, so that she was forced to sleep on the floor and with only one foot of free movement at her neck. Before getting into bed for the night, I leaned down close to Susan and said, "Until we leave this place for home, you're not to speak a single word. No questions, no affirmations, not a peep. If you do, I'll give you the most horrible punishment I can think of."

The machine one room over provided good white noise.

**

In the morning, I rolled over to the side of the bed and looked down at Susan. She was sleeping on her belly alongside the bed with her head just past the leg. I stepped onto her ass as I got out of bed, and asked if she had to go to the bathroom. She nodded her head 'yes', so I stepped off of her, unlocked the collar and told her to come back as soon as she was done. She was only gone for a few minutes, and then she came back and I put her back on the chain. I put my bath-robe on before leaving the room.

I walked to the next room over and saw Trash writhing in extacy. Megan was sitting in the room in a chair facing her, a bottle of lube on the dresser next to her. Megan walked quickly over to me and got in position. I reached down and pinched her nipple a bit, then asked, "Have you been relubricating it every fifteen minutes?"

"Master... I...," Megan seemed ashamed, she was looking for the words, "I fell asleep once, Master. I'm terribly sorry. I was only asleep for two hours, and the dildo was still very wet from Trash's juices, but I failed you. I'm sorry."

"As well you should be!" I stopped time, one of my supernatural powers that allows me to implant whatever I want into people's heads, to a greater degree than any hypnosis ever could, and continued talking to Megan, "You hate things in your ass. Getting fucked in the ass, while not your decision, is probably the most horrible thing you've ever done. Yes, all pain, and embarrassment you've ever felt, the worst of them and all of them combined, aren't as bad as getting fucked in the ass, but you do it for your Master because he's your Master and you need no other reasons. You suffer for your Master because it's your duty. Getting fucked in the ass by anyone or anything else, however... unthinkably horrible."

I started time again, "Now, turn off the machine and unstrap Trash."

Megan did as I told her to, looking at me sorrowfully occasionally. Trash stood up weakly, after a few tries. She walked over to me and got into position, Megan stood next to the bed. Trash said, "Master", quietly, and licked her lips as she got into position.

"Megan", I said, "Go to get 'Goth' and you and her go into the bathroom and clean up, including both a douche and enema for both of you. Then come to me in here."

Megan did as I said. I watched her go into the other room and get Goth out of bed. Goth was masturbating with the dildo, so she must have been getting ready to eat, like usual for her. She set the dildo on the bed and they both went to the bathroom. I turned to Trash, "What are you?"

"Your slave, Master."

"What do you do?"

"Serve you, Master."

"Yes, but in what capacity?"

Trash paused, then said, "Any capacity, Master."

"What do you want to be used for?"

"Master, what I want is irrelevant."

I slapped her hard across the face. Her smile disappeared, but she stayed in position. The side of her face was red, "I know it's irrelevant, but it's your duty to answer any question I ask truthfully, even if the answer is irrelevant! Understand, slave?!"

"Yes, Master!", she said, regaining some of her composer.

"Now, how do you want to serve me?"

"Normally, I'd want to have sex with you, but my cunt hurts after the night, so... I guess I want to serve you by non-sexual things, Master. Maybe clean or cook or something."

"Interesting how you assume sex is a necessarily vaginal occurrence. Either way, go out the back door and get in position on the patio, facing the lake."

"Yes, Master.", Trash got up and left the room. The patio was enclosed by oddly placed trees all around it, though at certain angles the neighbors could see and the water was clearly visible from the patio. There was about twenty feet form the patio to the water, and then a fifty foot long dock with a pontoon at the end. The patio had a wooden railing along it, except on the center facing the water. There was a small path through the trees to the dock. Right before the dock and to the right side was a fire-pit and picnic table. I supposed none of that had changed since the last time I was here, anyhow.

Trash still had her sense of decency, so what I had her doing would truly embarrass her. Of course there was very little chance anyone would see her. It was early morning and the cabins to either side were probably vacant. The only people on the lake would have to be lucky to notice her form out on the lake. But it was possible they did, and she knew it. More embarrassing than just being seen, though, was the knowledge that she was not allowed to retreat from sight when spotted. Indeed, she couldn't even move or speak. And she wouldn't, even if someone fondled her or asked her questions, due to my power of suggestion. She knew she wouldn't, too. As I contemplated this, Megan and Goth came into the room. and got into position between the door and I, and to the side of one another.

"Megan," I commanded," get onto the bed, face down, and spread 'em. Goth, strap her on, very tight."

Megan did as commanded, and I could see fear in her eyes as she looked at me, turning her head from looking down to keep them on me. Goth began strapping her in and Megan cried lightly, not making much sound. When Goth got all the straps on Megan, I went to a drawer and pulled out a ball-gag. Goth had already began tightening the straps as I placed the gag in Megan's mouth. I then got a blindfold from that same drawer and put it on Megan. Following that was a pair of earplug, which I placed in Megan's ears. Those, just to be safe, were followed by ear-muffs. I watched Goth finish tightening the straps. Once done, she got back into position at my feet, now on the opposite side of the bed.

"Go pack me four meals, and give me plenty of drinks."

Goth got up and left the room, bowing first and saying, "Yes, Master."

I got to the foot of the bed inspected the machine. I made sure it was at the far end of the back-stroke, then wheeled it so that the dildo was inches from where Megan's leg's parted. I tested how far Megan could squirm, and indeed she was stretched out as on a rack. I moved the machine so that the dildo was touching her asshole. She began making whining noises and placed her head evenly on the bed. I shoved the machine until the dildo was a few inches into her ass, then set the brakes. I walked around the bed and up to her. I stroked her head, and it seemed to comfort her a little. I stood away from her for minutes. She wiggled a bit, perhaps trying to dislodge the dildo. It stayed in, though. After a while, she broke down and sobbed. I walked over to the machine and turned it on. As the dildo slid quickly into the depths of her asshole, she tensed her entire body and tried to pull away. She wasn't going anywhere, though. There was a scream on the backstroke, and then the dildo invaded her without patience again. She screamed pitifully into her gag. I stroked her head again, then left the room, shutting the door behind me.

There was a large plastic bag with four brown paper-bags in it set on the counter, and a cooler next to it. Goth was sitting on a stool. She jumped off and got into position as I approached.

"Do you work today, slave?"

"No, Master, I do not."

"Good. Carry the food and cooler onto the boat, then come back her and prepare breakfast for you and Susan. Put Susan's in a dog-dish and tell her that I said she cannot use her hands. After you've eaten yourself, go into the bedroom and lubricate the dildo in Megan's ass every fifteen minutes, until I tell you to stop. If she manages to get it out, put it back in, and further so that it stays, and increase it's speed."

"Yes, Master.", she said as she got up and started. I went to the bathroom and took a shower, then dressed into slacks and a button up shirt. I shaved my face and combed my hair with some gel, then, on my way out, considered what exactly I was going to do to absolutely embarrass Trash.

 

End Part 2