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storage box. The key she attached to her ring inside
her purse. Then she headed for the pumping room.
It was easy to hook herself up to pump, though she wished
Joseph was there to fuck her while she pumped. She wondered if she was allowed
to masturbate while the cups worked their magic on her nipples, but opted not
to after glancing up at the camera that Joseph might be monitoring at that very
moment.
Cleaning included washing the breast pump even though she
hadn’t produced a drop of milk yet. She knew it would take weeks.
She wasn’t thrilled to be forced to exercise. It seemed
too much like gym class in high school. But she found a treadmill in the
basement along with a pair of sneakers that were exactly her size. Thirty
minutes of vigorous walking left her tired, but she added on some light
weightlifting on the other machines that filled his basement. She giggled at
every bobble of her breasts as she worked out. Did Joseph get off on watching
girls sweat?
She made lunch and her free time a leisurely affair where
she consumed the meal thoughtfully left behind for her and watched a movie on
his giant screen television.
Turning on the study computer promptly at 1:30 following
the instructions on a sticky not the first thing that came up was an instant
messenger screen. She waited a minute and then Joseph sent her a message.
The doorbell will ring in a few minutes. Give the man
who is at the door whatever he wants.
Before she could type a reply question a message came up. *Joseph has disconnected.
“He couldn’t send me that message on my phone?” she asked
herself
The doorbell rang.
“Shit.”
Kassie scrambled through the house to the front door. It
was only because she caught sight of herself in the reflection from the smoky
glass sidelights of the door did she remember that she was naked. Or nearly
naked. The g-string was still in place. “Fuck.”
Presented with the doorbell and not any options Kassie
was reluctant to answer the door bare-titted as if she were a vamp from a
terrible porn flick. Then she remembered the robe that Joanie had hung in the
closet. It was still there. It wasn’t much; it barely hid her tits—her nipples
were erect and obvious under the material—but it was enough to pass for
modesty.
She opened the door. Outside was a man in a dress shirt,
khaki pants, and a tie. He looked harmless even as he looked her up and down.
“Hello,” he greeted her.
Kassie didn’t know what to say. “Hello,” came to her
lips.
“Joseph sent me,” he said. “My name’s Doug.”
“Hi,” she said unnecessarily. She wondered how much the
robe was actually hiding and how much she wanted to show.
They stared at each other a long moment. “Joseph said you
were going to invite me in?” he prompted her.
“Oh. Right. Please come in.” She stepped aside and tried
to remember the message from Joseph as she closed the door behind him. Oddly,
she wasn’t nervous or scared, but just puzzled. “Um, I think he said I was
supposed to give you whatever you asked for,” she said. “Did you come to pick
up something. A file or letter or something?” she asked.
It wasn’t that surprising that Kassie was clueless about
the situation. She had been Joseph’s slave for a very short time and wasn’t
used to the niceties of the role yet.
“Yes, that’s right.” Doug looked her up and down again.
“I want you.”
“What?” The words didn’t register with Kassie.
“I want to have sex with you. Joseph said you would say
yes. You’re very pretty and I think I’d enjoy it. Where’s the closest bedroom.”
“Um…up the stairs and to the right,” she replied
automatically. “I have to send Joseph a quick message. Wait for me up there.”
Kassie all but flew to the computer and tried to summon
Joseph back to the messenger program. It took a few tries but eventually he
came back on line.
His message didn’t waste any time. Why are you making
Doug wait?
Kassie flexed her fingers over
her purse. Then she headed for the pumping room.
It was easy to hook herself up to pump, though she wished
Joseph was there to fuck her while she pumped. She wondered if she was allowed
to masturbate while the cups worked their magic on her nipples, but opted not
to after glancing up at the camera that Joseph might be monitoring at that very
moment.
Cleaning included washing the breast pump even though she
hadn’t produced a drop of milk yet. She knew it would take weeks.
She wasn’t thrilled to be forced to exercise. It seemed
too much like gym class in high school. But she found a treadmill in the
basement along with a pair of sneakers that were exactly her size. Thirty
minutes of vigorous walking left her tired, but she added on some light
weightlifting on the other machines that filled his basement. She giggled at
every bobble of her breasts as she worked out. Did Joseph get off on watching
girls sweat?
She made lunch and her free time a leisurely affair where
she consumed the meal thoughtfully left behind for her and watched a movie on
his giant screen television.
Turning on the study computer promptly at 1:30 following
the instructions on a sticky not the first thing that came up was an instant
messenger screen. She waited a minute and then Joseph sent her a message.
The doorbell will ring in a few minutes. Give the man
who is at the door whatever he wants.
Before she could type a reply question a message came up. *Joseph has disconnected.
“He couldn’t send me that message on my phone?” she asked
herself
The doorbell rang.
“Shit.”
Kassie scrambled through the house to the front door. It
was only because she caught sight of herself in the reflection from the smoky
glass sidelights of the door did she remember that she was naked. Or nearly
naked. The g-string was still in place. “Fuck.”
Presented with the doorbell and not any options Kassie
was reluctant to answer the door bare-titted as if she were a vamp from a
terrible porn flick. Then she remembered the robe that Joanie had hung in the
closet. It was still there. It wasn’t much; it barely hid her tits—her nipples
were erect and obvious under the material—but it was enough to pass for
modesty.
She opened the door. Outside was a man in a dress shirt,
khaki pants, and a tie. He looked harmless even as he looked her up and down.
“Hello,” he greeted her.
Kassie didn’t know what to say. “Hello,” came to her
lips.
“Joseph sent me,” he said. “My name’s Doug.”
“Hi,” she said unnecessarily. She wondered how much the
robe was actually hiding and how much she wanted to show.
They stared at each other a long moment. “Joseph said you
were going to invite me in?” he prompted her.
“Oh. Right. Please come in.” She stepped aside and tried
to remember the message from Joseph as she closed the door behind him. Oddly,
she wasn’t nervous or scared, but just puzzled. “Um, I think he said I was
supposed to give you whatever you asked for,” she said. “Did you come to pick
up something. A file or letter or something?” she asked.
It wasn’t that surprising that Kassie was clueless about
the situation. She had been Joseph’s slave for a very short time and wasn’t
used to the niceties of the role yet.
“Yes, that’s right.” Doug looked her up and down again.
“I want you.”
“What?” The words didn’t register with Kassie.
“I want to have sex with you. Joseph said you would say
yes. You’re very pretty and I think I’d enjoy it. Where’s the closest bedroom.”
“Um…up the stairs and to the right,” she replied
automatically. “I have to send Joseph a quick message. Wait for me up there.”
Kassie all but flew to the computer and tried to summon
Joseph back to the messenger program. It took a few tries but eventually he
came back on line.
His message didn’t waste any time. Why are you making
Doug wait?
Kassie flexed her fingers over
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