Chapter 5
The slavery had started on a Wednesday and now it was already Saturday. Other than the initial meal of urine, Symphony’s experiences had been mostly good. There had been moments of pain or humiliation but even those had been thrilling. On the whole, this had been exactly what she needed. It was a clean, although temporary, break from the life that had been driving her toward insanity.
She was already starting to think ahead to when she might be able to do this again. She knew she would repeat. It was just too erotic and thrilling not to. But she just didn’t know when she would be able to get away again. Hopefully, she could do this quarterly.
She felt surprisingly guilt-free. She had done things that had been unimaginable before. She had sex with her first woman. She drank pee multiple times a day. She had anal sex for the first time. And she had more orgasms each day than she had ever had in her life before.
And she was unfaithful for the first time in her marriage. Heath had fucked her more times in the past four days than her husband had in the past year. But she felt no guilt or remorse.
Maybe it was because she was a slave. Slaves have no choices. Therefore they can’t feel guilt. But she knew that was faulty logic. She had signed up for this experience of her own free will. She chose to do this. And she knew that sex would probably be a part of it.
She would worry about guilt later. In the meantime, she was a slave. She was going to enjoy this experience.
Her current assignment was not too thrilling, though. She was moving from room to room, washing windows. The Whitcombs had decided to use their slave for slave labor in addition to sexual pleasure. But even this mundane chore was somewhat thrilling because she was naked.
Erika visited each day. Eventually she would hire and train others to perform the monitoring function but she and Tracy were handling that initially. Her routine was always the same. She would start with a brief meeting with Symphony and her owners. Then she would meet privately with Symphony. Symphony always loved these sessions. She was always nestled into Erika’s lap and the beautiful tall blonde would caress her and stroke her and fondle her as they talked. For the past two visits, Erika had given her very fulfilling orgasms.
She would conclude each visit by meeting privately with the two owners. It was important that they were also satisfied because she wanted the referrals and the repeat business.
“So how is your girl doing?” asked Erika.
“She’s marvelous,” said Heather. “She actually seems to enjoy being a slave.”
“Yes, she’s a real treat,” added Heath. “It’s too bad we only have her for a week. Heather and I have been talking.”
Erika sat back and listened. She felt like she was going to get some important feedback about her product. This was exactly why she wanted to do the monitoring visits early on. The information would help her fine tune the offering.
“What have you been talking about?” asked Erika.
“We have been truly enjoying owning a girl,” said Heath. “And we have the financial wherewithal for it. We would like to arrange something more frequent and possibly even something permanent.”
“Oh my,” replied Erika at the mention of permanent slavery. She instantly flashed back to when she and her five friends had been ‘processed’ and then sold into slavery. A little shudder rushed through her body. “We can easily set up a schedule to allow you to enjoy girls as often as you like. We currently have several who are good fits for you and more are enrolling in the service every day.”
“But we don’t deal in permanent slaves,” she added. “That is illegal.”
“Yes,” sighed Heath. “I suppose it is. But I’m sure there must be enterprising people who do deal in slaves. Perhaps you might know of some?”
Erika had a dilemma. How should she respond? She did indeed know of people who trafficked in human flesh. Her own mistress was one of those people. But she couldn’t tell them that. Plus, she didn’t want, in any way, to be involved in anything that would result in some poor girl being kidnapped and sold into slavery. It was one thing to arrange slave experience for volunteers through No Escape to Paradise. Those were temporary and were more fantasy-like. They were far from the real deal.
“I don’t think we can help you,” she answered. “But I can ask around. Perhaps some of my colleagues or investors might have some ideas.”
“Thank you,” smiled Heather. “In the meantime, we can set up the schedule for ownership. We will want Symphony, of course.”
“I will talk to Symphony on my next visit to see when she will be available for you again. She may not even want to repeat her experience, though. And even if she does want to, she has other responsibilities that may prevent her from repeating often. How often would you like to own a slave?”
“Well, as I said,” replied Heath, “we are considering a permanent one so more frequent would be best. At least monthly and perhaps every other week.”
“I will talk to her.” Erika concluded her interview and then drove back to the office. In a way, this was very good news. It meant that some people would be loyal, repeat customers. But it also meant that her business could result in innocent girls being kidnapped to meet the demand for slaves that she was creating.
“I told you we might have to kidnap her,” Heather said to Heath. “There’s no way that she’ll be able to be available as much as we want her to be.”
Heath sighed again. “Yes, dear, you are right. But I’m not sure that I’m ready to go there yet.”
“At least we could get rid of those silly limits if we truly owned her. I’d love to put some rings in those puffy nipples of hers. And I’d love to have her wear our mark.”
“We have a mark?”
“Well, no, not yet,” Heather replied. “But we will. And she will wear it someday.”
“Yes, dear.”