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her like she’s not here?” He seemed a bit
nervous.
“Of course. She’s my slave, my property. Most of them
like to be treated that way.”
“Cool.”
“Would you like to fuck her when you’re done?” Joseph
offered.
Dog-Bone chuckled. “Naw, thanks again for the offer
though.”
Kassie’s heart jumped when Joseph made the offer and she
realized she was excited to possibly have sex in front of her master with
another man. When the tattooist turned down the offer, she was slightly
crushed, as if she wasn’t good enough to have sex with.
“Does she know the aftercare instructions? Keeping it
clean and all that?”
“I’ll go over it with her. I can’t have you treating her
as a customer or an equal.”
“Right.”
The whole process took less than an hour. When he was
done Kassie looked over her shoulder at her bare right buttock, now permanently
inscribed with a design showing Joseph’s initials, the number eleven, and
ornate scrollwork of the type seen on medieval manuscripts. It was a circular
design no more than three inches in diameter.
She couldn’t help but smile at the ink now permanently
injected into her skin. Her pussy moistened at the idea that she truly was
Joseph’s property. A slave to do with as he wished. In some ways the tattoo was
more a violation of her than being forced to have sex. At the mere implication
of a suggestion of it Kassie would have rolled over and masturbated for the two
men. The offer was never made.
Dog-Bone smeared some ointment over her tender skin, then
placed a piece of plastic wrap over that, and then taped a piece of gauze over
the whole affair.
“Enjoy your new toy, Joseph,” Dog-Bone said when he was
done.
After she put her pants back on they went to the car.
Sitting down, even on the soft seat of Joseph’s sedan was a new shot of pain
that wasn’t at all exciting. The ride back to his house was excruciating. She
had hoped to slip into her car and simply go home to sleep off the ordeal.
Instead they went inside, had lunch—where Kassie stood in order to avoid
putting pressure on her newly tattooed ass—and then she was sent back to the
spare room for her afternoon pumping.
“I have work to do,” Joseph told her. “Spending the
morning with you was fun, but as a good slave you’ll need to learn to do things
on your own.” He pointed at the corner of the ceiling before he left the
pumping room. “You’ll see a small camera up there.” Kassie spotted the small
device, no bigger than a coffee cup, and wondered why it was there. “I have my
entire house wired so I can watch my slaves when I’m not home. If I leave you a
schedule I expect you to be in the right room at the right time doing the
correct activity.”
That explained how he knew what she and Joanie had been
up to. “Pump for twenty minutes and then you can get dressed and go home.”
On the way out of his house she carefully, but casually,
looked around and spotted some other cameras tucked away into discrete corners.
She wondered how many she had missed.
Chapter Four
His house was empty the next morning, but the key was in
the flower pot. Inside she found her instructions on the kitchen table next to
her own key for the house. Kassie was proud she didn’t squeal when she picked
up the key. Next to the key was a plain white pill bottle.
Today’s Schedule
9:00 – 9:30 Breast pumping
9:30 – 10:30 House cleaning: dishes, dusting, bathroom
cleaning
10:30 – 11:30 Exercise. Equipment in the gym in the
basement
11:30 – 12:30 Lunch
12:30 – 1:30 Free time
1:30 – 4:00 Turn on computer in study. Further
instructions at that point.
4:00 – 4:30 Breast pumping.
End of day.
Put the key on your ring. Do not lose it. Take two of the
lactation pills this morning. Take the bottle home with you. Tonight take one
and then take one every morning and every evening.
Easy enough, Kassie thought. She took two of the pills,
then put the bottle in her
nervous.
“Of course. She’s my slave, my property. Most of them
like to be treated that way.”
“Cool.”
“Would you like to fuck her when you’re done?” Joseph
offered.
Dog-Bone chuckled. “Naw, thanks again for the offer
though.”
Kassie’s heart jumped when Joseph made the offer and she
realized she was excited to possibly have sex in front of her master with
another man. When the tattooist turned down the offer, she was slightly
crushed, as if she wasn’t good enough to have sex with.
“Does she know the aftercare instructions? Keeping it
clean and all that?”
“I’ll go over it with her. I can’t have you treating her
as a customer or an equal.”
“Right.”
The whole process took less than an hour. When he was
done Kassie looked over her shoulder at her bare right buttock, now permanently
inscribed with a design showing Joseph’s initials, the number eleven, and
ornate scrollwork of the type seen on medieval manuscripts. It was a circular
design no more than three inches in diameter.
She couldn’t help but smile at the ink now permanently
injected into her skin. Her pussy moistened at the idea that she truly was
Joseph’s property. A slave to do with as he wished. In some ways the tattoo was
more a violation of her than being forced to have sex. At the mere implication
of a suggestion of it Kassie would have rolled over and masturbated for the two
men. The offer was never made.
Dog-Bone smeared some ointment over her tender skin, then
placed a piece of plastic wrap over that, and then taped a piece of gauze over
the whole affair.
“Enjoy your new toy, Joseph,” Dog-Bone said when he was
done.
After she put her pants back on they went to the car.
Sitting down, even on the soft seat of Joseph’s sedan was a new shot of pain
that wasn’t at all exciting. The ride back to his house was excruciating. She
had hoped to slip into her car and simply go home to sleep off the ordeal.
Instead they went inside, had lunch—where Kassie stood in order to avoid
putting pressure on her newly tattooed ass—and then she was sent back to the
spare room for her afternoon pumping.
“I have work to do,” Joseph told her. “Spending the
morning with you was fun, but as a good slave you’ll need to learn to do things
on your own.” He pointed at the corner of the ceiling before he left the
pumping room. “You’ll see a small camera up there.” Kassie spotted the small
device, no bigger than a coffee cup, and wondered why it was there. “I have my
entire house wired so I can watch my slaves when I’m not home. If I leave you a
schedule I expect you to be in the right room at the right time doing the
correct activity.”
That explained how he knew what she and Joanie had been
up to. “Pump for twenty minutes and then you can get dressed and go home.”
On the way out of his house she carefully, but casually,
looked around and spotted some other cameras tucked away into discrete corners.
She wondered how many she had missed.
Chapter Four
His house was empty the next morning, but the key was in
the flower pot. Inside she found her instructions on the kitchen table next to
her own key for the house. Kassie was proud she didn’t squeal when she picked
up the key. Next to the key was a plain white pill bottle.
Today’s Schedule
9:00 – 9:30 Breast pumping
9:30 – 10:30 House cleaning: dishes, dusting, bathroom
cleaning
10:30 – 11:30 Exercise. Equipment in the gym in the
basement
11:30 – 12:30 Lunch
12:30 – 1:30 Free time
1:30 – 4:00 Turn on computer in study. Further
instructions at that point.
4:00 – 4:30 Breast pumping.
End of day.
Put the key on your ring. Do not lose it. Take two of the
lactation pills this morning. Take the bottle home with you. Tonight take one
and then take one every morning and every evening.
Easy enough, Kassie thought. She took two of the pills,
then put the bottle in her
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