0 comments/ 33354 views/ 4 favorites Alex and His New Slave By: TimT1972 This is the last episode in the Alex story, but works on a stand-alone basis. * Marie-Louise had installed a closed circuit TV monitor in her office, it now meant that she could watch any of her whores from the cameras installed in all their rooms and the dungeons. She liked to watch interesting or potentially problematic clients and sometimes just watched at random if her paperwork was too dull. She found she liked Charlotte, she found her sulkiness amusing but when aroused Charlotte was the finest sexual athlete Marie-Louise had ever seen. She also liked Alex, he was sweet and adorable, he charmed his clients and always seemed as enthusiastic as some Labrador puppy. This said, he liked his sex and put huge effort into satisfying his clients male or female; he could in fact be quite naughty. She wished she could seduce him, but as Office Manager she knew her rank precluded this. After a rather tedious finance meeting Marie-Louise flicked through the CC TV channels to see how many clients were being entertained and stopped at dungeon 15. She saw someone crouched in the foetal position obviously in intense pain. She phoned Security and asked them to investigate, she also wanted to know why this had not been picked up earlier and the client stopped from doing serious damage to one of her boys. One security guard and Cartwright and Palmer's in house medical man, Dr Conti, went to the dungeon and found the whore was Alex and he was sobbing with pain. It seemed as if his customer, a mild looking lawyer and gagged him and then laid into him with a cane and riding crop without any restraint. Alex was taken to his room and put to bed, Dr Conti cleaned his wounds and gave him something to help him sleep. Alex awoke the next morning feeling as if his nipples cock, thighs and bottom were all on fire. Looking in the mirror he saw there were a large number of deep cuts across his bottom, it looked a mess. His nipples and penis were if anything more painful but at least there was no blood. Dr Conti had another look at Alex's wounds and said he would be off work for at least a week, perhaps two or more. Alex had to lie naked on his front on his bed, pillow under his chest, to try to put as little pressure on his bottom and nipples as possible. He was cheered by a constant stream of well wishers. When Marie-Louise visited, Alex obedient as ever tried to get to his knees, but she indicated he shouldn't get up. She sat on his bed and looked at his injuries and seemed concerned almost upset. She apologised on behalf of the security department for not stopping the date, it seemed they had some hugely dozy individual on duty, she also promised that the client's membership would be terminated and finally Cartwright and Palmer would make up Alex's lost earnings. As she talked she stroked Alex's hair. He looked so lovely, naked on the bed, still wearing his 'Sex Slave' collar. Alex was genuinely touched that Marie-Louise had gone to so much trouble on his behalf. Perhaps more important than the bare facts was her expression, she seemed to care about him (and his bottom) rather than looking at it as a problem of one of her high earning Grade one whores being 'hors de combat'. As she left she gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. Alex glowed with pleasure at the gesture. Over the next two weeks Alex had some time to think, he had now been with Cartwright and Palmer three years and his accumulated earnings were just over $1.4million meaning the company had earned about $2.1million from his services. So he was now, in theory, free to resign. Cartwright and Palmer seemed to have odd morals in that they were perfectly happy to kidnap potential prostitutes and threaten them to ensure they worked in their brothels, but on the other hand when they made a deal they stuck by it. They regularly released people who had reached the $1.2million accumulated earnings target with seemingly no hard feelings. It appeared the policy worked as many returned, some working full and some part time. Alex thought his resignation was near, he wanted to go back to Britain, he wanted the privacy of his own flat, he wanted the freedom to do what he wanted when he wanted and ideally he would like to avoid a regular diet of extreme pain. When Alex had recovered, Marie-Louise summoned him and told him that he and Jo would be serving at a dinner she was hosting for the local Mayor, a trim middle aged lady. All Marie-Louise knew of the lady was she was reckoned to be an expert on municipal drains and she seemed to be scandal free. Alex listened knowing it was his job to seduce her. Alex and Jo dressed in conventional waiter's/waitress's outfits; plain white shirts and black trousers/modest black skirt. Marie-Louise hosted the Mayor in her palatial private apartment. Alex did not listen to the conversation but could not really miss the thrust of Marie-Louise's points. After a certain amount of small talk, she started with by summarising some of the benefits that Cartwright and Palmer brought to the area, it was not merely tax revenue, but also the number of important clients they had, a valuable source of potential investment. She then started with her complaints about the number of inspections from council employees, she felt they were trying to pick her up on technicalities hoping for a back-hander in cash or kind. Marie-Louise stressed she did not pay bribes and asked the Mayor (or Geli as she now called her) to use her influence to ensure they were not pestered by these 'muppets'. The message having been given, Marie-Louise turned on her considerable charm. By the time Alex and Jo had served coffee they seemed to be getting on well. Marie-Louise then asked for the cognac. If she had asked for Port, Jo and Alex would have brought it, the only difference was when cognac was ordered they brought it, but dressed only in their underwear, matching pairs of high cut black knickers. Marie-Louise waved to them and asked the Geli to take her pick. Geli did not say anything, being somewhat surprised at the turn of events, but she motioned Alex over. Jo immediately sat on Marie-Louise's knee and started snuggling up to her. After a few minutes Marie-Louise made her excuses and said Alex would be able to take care of any of Geli's needs, she left with her hand firmly in Jo's knickers. Alex knew his evening's work really started, he had to relax Geli and then seduce her. The first few minutes were important. He started by talking about how much he enjoyed the area. The important thing was Geli did not dismiss him before he got her confidence, she didn't. They made about inconsequential small talk, but Geli was clearly thinking of other things. "Are you trying to seduce me Alex?" "Yes Mistress, this is my job." Geli smiled at Alex's candour. "But are you trying to set me up?" "No Mistress, that would be cheap and Marie-Louise may have many faults but she does not go in for cheap tactics like that. Just imagine if it got out that we blackmailed our customers, we would be out of business in a shot. You should look at this as a free sample, if you went around a bakery and they gave you a cake, you wouldn't think they were trying to corrupt you, would you?" Geli smiled, "Alex, I am not entirely sure a whore house can be compared to a bakery or you to a cake!" Alex giggled. "Will you get into trouble if you don't manage to seduce me?" "Oh no, don't worry about me Mistress, just relax and have fun. The advantage of Cartwright and Palmer is that you can let your imagination run riot. If you have any wild fantasises we can fulfil them here with no embarrassment or comeback. My job is to serve you in any way I can and I mean 'any'." Geli was silent, she reached out and fingered his 'Sex Slave' collar and then started stroking Alex's inner thigh. Marie-Louise looked at the scene on her CCTV monitor, she marvelled at how good Alex was at seducing even the most reluctant clients. She had dismissed Jo with a light tap on the bottom as soon as she had left the room, her apparent intimacy was an act to try to put Geli at her ease. Marie-Louise had a solid rule of never sleeping with the staff. Alex had been right when he said Marie-Louise was above blackmail, they would film the evening but would only use the footage in the most dire circumstances. She really hoped the Mayor would get a taste for Alex's company, if she did Marie-Louise would make him available. No requests would be made or hints dropped. Marie-Louise was confident Geli would act in Cartwright and Palmer's interests to keep her access to Alex without any overt pressure. "Alex, what the hell. I have a fantasy and I think you are the perfect boy to satisfy it. My fantasy is simple, if a little embarrassing, I want to be a teacher and cane a school boy. Can you organise this?" "Yes Mistress. That scenario is one of my favourites. We have a school room. Would you like to dress up. It is more fun that way." "Why not?" Alex picked up the internal phone and booked the schoolroom for the rest of the evening and asked Lucy-2 to take Geli to the wardrobe room. Lucy-2 arrived in short black spandex skirt and matching cropped top. She introduced herself and said how much fun it was to dress up. The wardrobe room was large with six walk in closets, "Now Mistress, what were you thinking of?" "My fantasy is to be a school teacher and punish Alex." "Let's start with underwear. One can go for latex or satin. Latex sounds fun but can be uncomfortable if things get hot." Geli seemed happy with the advice and walked over to one of the closets, she was amazed at the quantity of underwear on offer, rack upon rack in every colour and cut, it was all quality stuff, silk, satin, leather, PVC, latex, thongs, bikinis, G strings, French knickers everything she could imagine. Eventually Geli chose a plain almost transparent black satin panties and bra set, the panties were very high cut and emphasised her good legs. What was she to do now? There was something in the atmosphere that was just so erotic, so to her own slight surprise she shed her inhibitions and stripped in front of Lucy and put on the underwear, it fitted well and she liked how she looked in the mirror. Next they agreed on a white satin shirt, designed to be worn with the collar up and most of the buttons undone. "What about the skirt, Mistress? Shiny black PVC obviously, but we could go for a short flared 'skating skirt' it is sexy and allows easy access to your pussy, or we could go for a 'pencil skirt' that goes down to you calves. It is pretty tight and looks very severe." Lucy showed Geli a range of PVC skirts, and after examining both styles, they decided a teacher would never wear a short skirt and went for longer one. The outfit was set off with some five inch stilettos, and a traditional cane. Lucy motioned Geli to the mirror and crouched at her feet. Lucy was being honest when she said, "Mistress you look sensational, would you like me to get a photographer you really ought to have a record of this?" Geli looked at herself and desperately wanted to agree, she particularly liked the sight of Lucy at her feet, but knew such a photo was simply impossible. Alex had put on his PVC shorts and a white satin shirt and waited in the schoolroom. He wondered if Geli would go in for any roll play or if it would be straight down to business. When she entered the room he duly rose from his seat. Geli looked at him, he seemed so innocent. "Alex, you know why you are here, bend over the desk." Alex did as he was told, pushing out his bottom to show it to its best advantage. It was worth the effort, Geli gulped, she had fantasised about this sort of thing but Alex's PVC clad arse was better than she imagined. She was momentarily stunned, was this really happening? Yes it was and she was going to enjoy it. She had always known that the office of Mayor came with some fringe benefits but this was better than a thousand garden parties. She moved to Alex's left and slowly brought the cane back and then let go with a smooth forehand, it hit Alex on the centre of his buttocks. She hit him with a few more forehands, then some backhands, wow she was enjoying herself. Geli also worked out why Lucy had recommended satin underwear. "Alex, shorts down." Alex who was now in some pain, stood up and struggled out of his shorts. He then leant over the desk again, dressed in his normal black satin knickers. Geli started caning him again. She could see red lines on the side of his buttocks where the panties did not cover his arse, after a few more whacks, she went up behind Alex and rubbed her groin against his now hot and red bottom. She then pulled down his knickers to see the evidence of her work. It looked great, a dozen or so thin red lines on a truly perfect bottom. With Alex's panties still around his knees Geli gave him a further few strikes. Alex was in agony, he always found the cane a painful instrument, the pain was so localised and intense, he shed a few involuntary tears. "Alex, turn around and kneel before me." Alex did so, dressed now only in the white satin shirt, his hair ruffled and his body covered in sweat. "Take me." Alex rose and led Geli to the next door bedroom. He went behind her and undid the lacing at the back of her pencil skirt. Alex tried to do this as quickly as he could but Geli started to push the skirt down and forced the skirt down over her hips, she then almost threw Alex on the bed. She was incredibly turned on, "Fuck me, my beautiful boy." Alex responded with equal ardour, he forced himself into her with almost brutal intensity; they rolled over back and forth as they strained every muscle to obtain their pleasure. Alex thrust with increasing speed and force, Geli grabbed him and stuck her nails into his back, leaving livid scratches as evidence of her passion. This intensity could not last and Geli eventually let out a shriek of pure ecstasy as she came, Alex kept on pumping and came with a similar pleasure. Alex lay on the bed with Geli lying on his chest, both breathless. Eventually Geli rose and said she had to go, saying this has quite easily been the best mayoral meeting she had yet attended. Alex knelt naked as Geli dressed, after she had made herself respectable she came over kissed him and said "Tell Marie-Louise I want you regularly. That was better than my fantasy, much much better." Marie-Louise had watched the entire seduction on her monitor. God Alex was sexy. She wondered if any woman could resist him if he really turned on the charm. How she wanted him but she wearily told herself of her cardinal rule, 'no sex with the staff'. She hoped that Cartwright and Palmer knew of her abstemiousness, at times like this she was cruelly frustrated. She had fantasised a thousand times about sending for Alex telling him to strip and then making love, it would be so easy, he wouldn't resist, in fact he would do anything and everything she could desire, but she knew she mustn't give in to the temptation. Marie-Louise wondered how long she would be able to keep Alex, she knew eventually he would want to go home and that she couldn't and wouldn't stop him. She would miss him terribly. Shortly after this episode Alex was summoned to one of the routine group meetings. The surprise was it was not taken by Marie-Louise but by a lady who introduced herself as 'Miss Chevalier'. It was announced that Marie-Louise had moved on within the Cartwright and Palmer organisation and regretted she was unable to formally say goodbye or have leaving drinks. No major changes in the running of the office were anticipated. Alex was sad, he had not known Marie-Louise well but she had always been kind and friendly and he had respected her. Three weeks after Marie-Louise left Alex finally decided to resign. He booked a meeting with Miss Chevalier and entered her office with some trepidation. He explained that he thought he had fulfilled his obligation as to fees and was now missing home. He stressed that he had nothing against Miss Chevalier's management but felt the time had come to move on. His boss took the resignation in her stride, she said she totally understood that Alex could become home sick and he was absolutely right that he had fulfilled his obligation. She said she would be very sorry to see him go as his feedback from clients was excellent and asked him if he was prepared to work his month's notice, to which Alex readily agreed. Miss Chevalier said the London office would handle the transfer of his accumulated earnings; her only request was that he at least meet the manager of the London office, one Helen Anderson. She might be able to persuade him to continue working for Cartwright and Palmer if only on a part-time basis. ~ Alex strolled into Cartwright and Palmer's London office, he was immediately impressed by the size and layout. It was a lot bigger than Regensburg with many more facilities. His main chore was to provide bank account details to the Finance department and sign various forms so his cash could be transferred, but he also had a meeting with the Office Manger. Helen seemed quite charming, she was pretty and relaxed and said she would love it if Alex was prepared to work for her, she said she could offer a full time role or work on Mondays, Wednesdays or Sundays. She was even prepared to up his percentage take from 40% to 45%. Alex thanked her for her time and asked if he could have a week to think about the offer. Helen agreed. Marie-Louise adjusted her knickers as she crossed the atrium, she still felt very self conscious being topless the entire time. She was just wondering how she was going to spend her evening being 'on call', when she heard her name being called. She turned and saw a man in a hoody and immediately fell to her knees. As the guy approached she saw it was 'Alex'. This was a nightmare he was the first of her staff she had seen in London. God she felt humiliated. Marie-Louise assumed that Alex called because he wanted to book her for a date. She quickly thought what sort of reception she would get, she had liked Alex, everyone did, but this seemed somewhat naive and irrelevant, it really mattered what he thought of her. She then started to list some of the things over which he might bear a slight resentment, she had kidnapped him, threatened him with extreme violence, had him raped, forced him into prostitution and made him endure hundreds of dates where clients whipped, humiliated and abused him. It sounded awful, she could see why he wanted revenge. Marie-Louise thought if he took out on her only one per cent of the punishment he had endured she was going to be whipped within an inch of her life. She desperately thought how she could get out of this, the obvious thing to do was to claim she had another date and hope he did not check. She knew if he did and she was caught lying she would be in huge trouble, could she risk it? Was it a coincidence that he was here? Was it their way of torturing her, letting her staff have a night each? If it was, he would know she did not have another date and it would be idiotic to lie. Marie-Louise was frightened, very frightened. She looked at the floor and steeled herself for him to grab her face and then take sadistic satisfaction in causing her pain and humiliation. She thought she could not really blame him if he did. She could feel herself trembling. "Is that you Marie-Louise?" She was now so frightened she could barely speak, shivering, head down she just managed the quietest mumble, "Yes, master." "What are you doing here?" As she was in a brothel wearing only the briefest pair of black knickers she felt the answer was pretty obvious, but sarcasm was not really in order so she replied, "I work here now, master." "Are you free at the moment?" Alex and His New Slave Marie-Louise knew she could not lie, she would have to take her punishment, she wondered how many more of her old staff Mr Palmer would send over. She was particularly frightened of the prospect of how some of the girls might treat her. So she was trembling when she said, "Yes, master." "Right, get up and let's go to the bar." Marie-Louise raised her eyes expecting to see Alex sneering in triumph and was surprised when she saw a look of genuine concern on his face, even sympathy. Was it some trick? One way or another she had to be very careful. Alex helped her to her feet and gently steered her to the bar, where they managed to find an unoccupied corner table. When the waitress arrived Alex asked Marie-Louise what she would like to drink. "Anything, master." Marie-Louise was very tense, keeping her back straight, legs together and hands in her lap. She was very conscious of her almost total nudity and did not have the confidence to look Alex in the eye. "Come on, you have got to give me a little help! What about a glass of Burgundy." "Thank you, master." When the waitress left, Alex asked, "Marie-Louise, how do you come to be working here?" Marie-Louise looked up and saw Alex's sympathetic expression and suddenly welcomed the chance to talk and get things off her chest. She had never told anyone the story of her 'fall' but now her words tumbled out in a great avalanche of emotional release, "I was asked to come over here on 4th April for a budget meeting, something about Mr Palmer wanting to look at Marketing costs with the office heads. I was shown into one of the offices in the basement, it was bare with only one small table and one chair. A security guard came in and asked for my clothes, I was not really listening so handed him by jacket and went back to reading my papers. He cleared his throats and said, 'No ma'am all your clothes.' I think I told him not to be stupid and to go away as I was busy. 'Ma'am, I have orders that you are to undress completely and if you refuse I should use force.' This woke me up somewhat, I asked him to repeat what he said and then considered if it was a joke or if I could tell him to get stuffed. After the security guard had repeated his request for the third time, politely but firmly, I realised I better do as he said. I was confused what was happening? I stripped down to my embarrassingly brief bra and panties and said I was sure this was sufficient. The guard said he regretted his orders were I should strip absolutely naked, this I did very reluctantly. The guard collected my clothes and briefcase, he even took my jewellery. He said I should stand in front of the desk, hands behind my back and that Mr Palmer would be with me shortly. I was terrified; I knew I was in trouble, a lot of trouble. I tried to tell myself to be brave and that it was all probably a horrible mistake, but being stark naked doesn't help one's confidence." "Mr Palmer duly arrived and I immediately asked him what the hell was going on and could he please get Security to return my clothes. Mr Palmer is a quiet man and merely raised his hand and asked me to give him a few minutes to explain, after he had finished he said I could say anything I liked. I vividly remember his first words 'Marie-Louise, we have uncovered your fraud.' My innards felt as if they had turned to liquid, I don't think I have ever been so frightened in my life. He continued briefly explaining the fraud and how their audit guy had uncovered it, he clearly knew everything, after a brief explanation he asked me if I wished to deny being responsible. I said I did not. Mr Palmer continued quietly saying he disappointed as he believed that they paid me a decent salary and as I had not touched the money it was evident I had no pressing need for the cash. He said I must know the sort of organisation I worked for and the punishment I was likely to get if I was caught. He said he had discussed the issue with his colleagues and had come to the following decisions; firstly I was to sign over all my financial assets to the company (i.e. all my savings in addition to the stolen money) and secondly I was to work as a whore for as long as he saw fit. By this time I was literally shivering with fear, when I heard I would escape with my life I was elated. Mr Palmer asked me if I had anything to say, I was still pretty incoherent so I stuttered out some apology and rather superfluously said it would never happen again. With that Mr Palmer dismissed me." "The security guard took me to Helen's office, she had been my assistant in Barcelona, but to be honest we had never really got on. If I was hoping for any slack I was soon disappointed, as I entered the room she said, 'Kneel', I dutifully knelt before her. She explained she knew of my fraud and Mr Palmer's wishes as to my punishment. She said I would be slave 101 and a 'Grade nine' (the lowest, we only had down to 'Grade six' in Regensburg) and I would obviously not be paid. She said I was clearly on my final, final warning and complaints I would be straight back in front of Mr Palmer. With this she dismissed me saying I had better get myself shaved and have some photos done for my web-page." "The security guard showed my to Chiara's studio. I knew her pretty well from Regensburg, but she was pretty cold and formal. She reminded me I should call her 'ma'am' and kneel before her. She handed me a razor and told me I should shave my bikini area as per House rules. My hands were shaking so badly that I don't know how I succeeded without doing myself a serious injury. I knew this symbolised that I had become a prostitute again. Chiara started taking shots of me naked, initially coyly trying to cover my tits and pussy then back and front, on my knees, then legs spread and pulling my buttocks apart. She then wanted me to pose with a vibrator, but I was so shaken up I simply could not force it into my pussy or bottom. Initially Chiara got irritated and reminded me as a 'Grade nine' I had better get used to obeying orders but when she saw I was almost in tears and desperately trying to comply she relented and said I could return when I was a little less stressed. She then took some photos of me topless in these knickers and finally me in a tiny bikini. She said she didn't think the photographs were likely to be very good but at least it would allow them to create a web-page and I should start earning. She said she would probably need to reshoot the lot in a day or two when she could photograph me 'playing' with the vibrator." "The security guard then showed me to my room. This was surprisingly pleasant I suppose this was for my clients' benefit rather than mine. Looking through the draws all I found was one of the smallest pairs of bikini bottoms imaginable and a dozen pairs of these high cut black knickers, embroidered with my slave number, 101. I was pretty obvious what they expected me to wear. So here I am." Alex was simply flabbergasted at the story. How had his old boss fallen so low? How could she have been so monumentally stupid as to steal from Cartwright and Palmer? She really was very lucky to be alive. Alex looked at her, telling the story had clearly been an emotional ordeal, but he suspected it had done her good. "So what do you do here?" Marie-Louise smiled for the first time "What do you think? The last time I checked this was not a community centre." As soon as she said it Marie-Louise had second thoughts had she overstepped the mark, "Sorry master, I did not mean to be rude. I really have three jobs, I go on dates with those who value my experience or perhaps my lower cost, I also do a lot of parties and threesomes when they have not got sufficient 'first line' girls and lastly I train the new girls." "Marie-Louise, you can't keep calling me 'master' remember I was kneeling naked at your feet a couple of months ago. Can you call me Alex...please." "Of course." Marie-Louse's confidence had been rising as they talked but this was confirmation. Alex doesn't mean to take revenge. God she was relieved. She couldn't really understand what she had done to deserve his understanding. Still she thought, "Be careful." Just in case. Alex ordered another glass of wine for them both. He also felt he was on thin ice but his curiosity about Marie-Louise was such that he took the risk, "So tell me how you came to be working for Cartwright and Palmer in the first place, you know my story." Marie-Louise was not normally one to open up, particularly to strangers, but strangely she did not really hesitate, perhaps it was the wine or perhaps it was the fact Alex was the first sympathetic ear she had had for years. When she was running the Barcelona and Regensburg offices she had been in charge and therefore unapproachable, since the discovery of her fraud pretty well all the management had gone out of their way to humiliate her and her 'colleagues', seeing how she was treated, kept a distance so as not to be tarred by the same brush. "Well, I first sold myself at sixteen, when I gave my boss, the local newsagent, a blow job for £5 I think it was. At seventeen I lied about my age and joined a call girl agency in my local town. I would love to tell you it was due to being abused by my father or to feed a drug habit, in fact it was for the cash. I knew I was pretty and couldn't really imagine myself behind a desk for all my life. At eighteen I moved to London and things started to take off, I remember making what seemed to be huge sums of money. Suddenly I could afford pretty well anything I wanted, it was a wonderful time. I am sure I shouldn't say this but I don't think I have ever been happier than those first years. After a few years in London my feet became itchy and I started to travel. I spent most of my twenties travelling, I was a real life 'Holly Golightly'. Whenever I got short of cash I headed for the nearest major city and joined the most expensive call girl service I could find. With my looks it didn't even matter if I didn't speak the language, pussy is one of the only really international currencies. I would come home for months on end, but could never settle, I don't think I really wanted to." "It was just after my thirty-third birthday and I was working in Barcelona when I got a call from someone at Cartwright and Palmer. They explained that they had just set up a brothel in the city and needed someone to run the operational side. Somehow they knew about me, why they thought I could run a business I have no idea. I wasn't much good at running myself. I am also unsure why I took the job, perhaps I realised that my body could not go on indefinitely and I would need another job and let's face it whoring was the only thing I knew." "So I spent four years managing the Barcelona office. Even if I say so myself I did well. I found I was good at it, I could schmooze the clients and manage the whores. I could even 'recruit' new staff as you found out. After my success with Barcelona I was transferred to Regensburg. I guess I started the fraud about a year later." Alex could see Marie-Louise was now pretty relaxed. She did not seem to mind the fact that she was just wearing a pair of brief panties, she looked content. So Alex continued, "How is it here now?" "Some of it has been a surprise. During my time as a whore I was never submissive, in fact I was a professional dominatrix for three months in Sydney. I am often used when we have clients who are known to give very harsh beatings, so as not to waste the 'more valuable girls'. So the whipping and the punishments have been difficult. It must have been the same for you wasn't it, Alex, when you started?" Alex agreed saying the pain of being beaten, or whatever, never goes away but one gets used to it. "In general the sex is OK. I took me a while to get back into anal but that's fine now. It is just the quantity I am expected to do, yesterday I attended a party for some software engineers and was penetrated nine times, front and back. I really was terribly sore when I got to bed. It was 'Marie-Louise get in the doggy position,' or 'Marie-Louise on your back, spread your legs,' or 'Brian needs a blow job, don't keep him waiting you slut' all night." "What about Helen? She seemed nice when I met her." "I always knew Helen and I had not got on too well when she worked for me in Barcelona but it must have been worse than that, she must hate me. She humiliates me at every opportunity. She spies me out, preferably in a public place, and then comes up so I have to strip and kneel at her feet. She also punishes me for every conceivable real and imaginary infraction of the rules. I am always been summoned up to the front at the staff meetings and being told I am lazy, useless or whatever and then publicly punished. She must spend hours thinking of new punishments for me. I have been whipped, forced to pose for pornographic pictures for explicit fetish websites, made to 'model' the latest toys such as nipple clamps and electric shock devices and dance naked. One of Helen's favourite punishments is to get me to come to the front of the group and force larger and larger vibrators into my arse and pussy. I am not sure I will be able to physically fit any larger vibrators into myself. I am very conscious I must look desperately foolish and unladylike as I squirm on the ground trying to get the things in. I really try because I know Helen will punish me further if she feels I am not putting in sufficient effort." "What about the other girls, how do you get on with them?" "Most I get along with well enough, but as a 'Grade nine' I can be disciplined by girls in the top two grades. A few like to humiliate me now and then to show off to their clients or boy friends, making me kneel naked at their feet. But there is one group who go out of their way to get at me. They are all Grade ones and are Helen's favourites. They often take me for an evening, dress me as their 'maid', and depending on the girl I might just have to do menial duties like cleaning, serving drinks, running baths, delivering messages or polishing their PVC clothes, whilst others demand sexual services; I am a whore's whore. They all just call me 'Slut' even in public, "Slut, remember to curtsey to your superiors", "Slut, come here", "Slut, bend over and touch your toes". Kathy is the one who really likes causing me pain, she always has new nipple clamps or a new whip whenever I have to serve her. It doesn't feel good kneeling, dressed in a satin maid's outfit, outside a twenty year old's room knowing she will humiliate you for the entire evening. Sometimes they keep me waiting outside their doors for ages. Everyone can see me in the outfit and knows what they are doing to me. I just pray they will have clients each night, thankfully they often do. Jenny insists that whenever I see her, I kneel and kiss her feet, she is only nineteen for God's sake, but there is no point complaining to Helen as she encourages them." Alex felt his heart going out to Marie-Louise. He was not sure if it was because of her superior position in Regensburg or her degraded position now. She was very attractive, looking far far younger than her years, still having an all but perfect body. But it was not this as she could not compare to some of the twenty year olds that were employed by Cartwright and Palmer. But it didn't matter, he wanted her more than anyone he had ever met. There was a sweetness of character, a nobility, that made him want to be with her. He knew he should not overplay his hand. She was not allowed to sleep with him at the moment on anything other than a professional basis anyway, and might be called away at any moment. She might only be talking to him out of obligation as a potential client and his feelings may be in no way reciprocated. Alex felt the need to lighten the atmosphere and started by saying he had finally got rid of the 'Sex Slave' collar that a client had put on him and then forgotten to give him the key to. He explained how embarrassing it was when the collar set off the metal detector at the airport. He then started telling jokes, one after another. Marie-Louise started giggling, as he continued she started laughing and eventually was doubled up gasping for air as she tried to control herself. God he was funny. She was, for the first time in ages, quite blissfully happy. Alex in turn felt refreshed by Marie-Louise's carefree laughter, she gave him confidence and light heartedness he hadn't felt for years. He wanted to talk to her for the rest of time. As Alex and Marie-Louise laughed, neither if them saw Helen approach. Suddenly she was standing over them. She stared at Marie-Louise for a second then clapped her hands, "The position, chop, chop, Marie-Louise. Don't forget your manners." Marie-Louise's jumped up and quickly removed her knickers and knelt at Helen's feet. Helen then turned to Alex, "What are you talking to the office tart for? You can do much better, come over here let me introduce you to a few of our attractive girls." With this Helen steered Alex away to introduce him to some of the other girls, as she did so she looked over her shoulder and smiled at the kneeling Marie-Louise. Damn the woman, Helen had clearly seen her having fun for the first time in weeks and she was determined to spoil it. This hurt Marie-Louise more than any number of Helen's normal punishments or humiliations, she was close to surrendering to tears. It was just so easy for Helen, all she had to do was ensure that Alex got to know some of the girls, they were so gorgeous it would be unnatural if he didn't fall for one of them. Whenever she saw Marie-Louise with Alex she could merely give her some, preferably humiliating, errand or chore to get her off the scene. Alex must also realise that Helen would never give him permission to date Marie-Louise, so why would he waste his time on her? Helen introduced Alex to half a dozen girls, as Helen had said they were very pretty indeed. Alex was on good form and almost effortlessly charmed them. There was not a great deal of competition, women outnumbered men by about three to one and about half the men were narcissistic homosexuals. After making the introductions Helen returned to Marie-Louise, who was still on her knees naked. Helen picked up Marie-Louise's knickers and viciously forced them into her mouth and grasping Marie-Louise's jaw she sneered, "You irritate me at the best of times, Marie-Louise but the sound of your laughter is insufferable. Make sure I never hear it again, ever, you slut." Even after Helen had left the bar, Marie-Louise dared not move, remaining on her knees with her knickers sticking out of her mouth to everyone's amusement. Finally Kathy told her to get on with her menial duties. In time Alex made his excuses and said he had to leave. As he and his new friends moved through the atrium, Jenny saw Marie-Louise and said, "Slut, do your duty." Marie-Louise stopped her cleaning and went over to Jenny, knelt and kissed her feet. Alex seeing Marie-Louise's invitingly raised bottom gave it a whack, then a vigorous squeeze to the general amusement of the crowd. Marie-Louise was not amused when she felt the slap and saw Alex walk on arm in arm with Chrissie and Jenny. He seemed to have forgotten her even quicker than she had feared - a fair weather friend, she had been a fool to fall for such a smoothy. Marie-Louise was released at midnight and went back to her room truly depressed. As she stripped off her knickers she saw something drop to the ground, a small ball of paper. She wondered how it could have got stuck as her underwear was pretty tight. Idly she unrolled the paper and saw it was a corner of the bar bill, turning it over she read, "Love you A." Marie-Louise went to bed happy for the first time in ages, she was in tears but this time they were 'happy tears'. She hoped Alex would sign up to work at Cartwright and Palmer for one day a week as he had talked about doing. She felt seeing a sympathetic face for that one day would help her no end. At the same time she worried about Alex seeing her being punished and humiliated, would this affect what he thought of her? Alex and His New Slave The next day Helen held one of her group meetings after reading the normal notices she announced, "We are also initiating an 'Employee of the month' competition, the company will waive its percentage of the winner's earnings for the following month and the winner will be excused all waitress duties for that month. The first winner is Chelsea. Chelsea has had a perfect 'ten' feedback in the month and on top of that managed to tame the notoriously difficult Mr Rubin who now seems to act like a fluffy teddy bear. Very well done, Chelsea." To the sound of applause Chelsea went to the front to shake Helen's hand and receive her certificate. Helen continued, "There will also be an 'Employee in need of improvement' award. The non-performing employee will be fined $10,000 and to remind them of the award they will be forced to walk around naked except for a small cropped T shirt saying 'Stupid slut'. So no knickers for a month." Helen raised the T shirt. "The first person to win this award is Marie-Louise, come up to the front please." Marie-Louise walked up. "Knickers please. Try on the T shirt for size." Marie-Louise handed over her panties and put the T shirt on to general amusement of the room. "Remember everyone. Marie-Louise won this month and with her looks and general performance is likely to be a front runner to win the award in the coming months, but miracles happen and she could improve so please ensure you are not a candidate in future. Thank you, dismissed." Marie-Louise found that Helen's continual denigration of her was having an effect on how her colleagues treated her. Perhaps they thought that 'there's no smoke without fire', she heard too many people saying "Even Marie-Louise could do this." or "You've just had a Marie-Louise moment". This hurt, she was so used to being admired and looked up to, not treated with contempt. The 'award' was going to make things even worse, how could she look the new eighteen years olds in the face now dressed in the 'Stupid slut' T shirt and with no knickers? Marie-Louise tried to put a brave face on her nudity, but she still felt totally humiliated whenever anyone saw her without her knickers, it was so unnatural. She forced herself to let her arms hang casually by her sides and not to attempt to cover herself. As she was on show Marie-Louise was even more careful with her shaving, ensuring there was not even a hint of a hair in her bikini area. A major test was going to be taking a class for five new girls the next day. Normally she would expect their respect as their teacher, but she was not sure how they would react to the T shirt and the lack of knickers. Marie-Louise collected her toys and went along to the small meeting room where her lessons were scheduled for 10am each day. As she entered she saw the new girls, some dressed informally in Cartwright and Palmer T shirts and shorts others in lingerie. Marie-Louse was surprised to see Helen. "Thank you for honouring us with your presence Marie-Louise. I will be taking this session, you can help with some of the practical demonstrations." Marie-Louise immediately got to her knees. "What is Helen playing at?" She thought, "Is this another opportunity to humiliate me or is she really keen to teach the new girls? Or perhaps she trying to kill two birds with one stone?" Helen started by a general overview of the 'special' services offered by Cartwright and Palmer. She said that their fees were high and clients expected first class service. She went on to explain what they should wear depending on what services the client had asked for, dropping in tips like, "Men like suspenders, wear them. Always put your stockings on before your knickers. Some clients will want to fuck you with in stockings." She then discussed how to give a good blow job and had Marie-Louise give a practical demonstration on a dildo. Helen asked how many of the girls had done anal sex, three of the five put their hands up. "Well Teresa and Ellen you had better learn quick. All Cartwright and Palmer whores offer anal, no exceptions. Get an anal vibrator and use it, it will help loosen and relax the muscles a little bit. Before meeting a client you have to ensure you are clean, we don't have time for an enema each time so take a shower and use your finger and soap. Next you need lube, lots of it, it's available at stores. You need to be calm and relaxed, if you're tense, the sphincter muscles will tighten up, which will cause it to be painful. Take it super slow, especially the first few times." "Position wise, do as the client asks. Again Teresa and Ellen I suggest you try to go on top initially, this will give you more control of the speed and depth of penetration. When you become more comfortable, the doggie position is better." Helen got Marie-Louise to demonstrate how to lube one's arse up and then how to ride a man. She did as requested, lying back, legs spread, then crouched on a dildo. Helen then explained 'the tit fuck', "You should lie on your back at the head of the bed and bring his penis so it is resting on your breastbone and you holding it in place with your tits. Being at the head of the bed will give your client the wall to brace himself against, and thrust against. It gives a slight curve to the thrust. You should use some lube on your tits and if his penis is long enough, you should lick the head of his penis at the apex of the thrusts. I think the 'tit fuck' is under appreciated. It is slightly depraved and you should try to interest clients in it, it also gives your pussy a bit of rest. Come on slut, demonstrate how this is done". Marie-Louise lay on her back and demonstrated as requested. "Now virginal sex positions, let's start with the 'magic bullet'. Marie-Louise please demonstrate". Helen got Marie-Louise to demonstrate one position after another, it was wearisome. It was evident that Helen was just using this as an excuse to humiliate her and show the new girls her degraded status. Sometimes she called her Marie-Louise sometimes 'slut', she seemed to use the names interchangeably. Marie-Louise realised that so many people now called her 'slut', that it was almost her nickname. Some of the new girls actually thought it was her foreign Christian name! "Does a call-girl really need to be shown how to lie back and spread her legs?" Marie-Louise thought, but she did as she was told. As she was now tired she just took a bit more time. "Now doggie." Marie-Louse got down on all fours. Then she felt incredible pain as Helen hit her with all her strength with a riding crop, she sneered, "Come on you slut, do it properly. I want these girls to learn how to do this right, not how some third rate whore does things when she is going through the motions. How many men have you slept with?" The pain was intense, Marie-Louise saw she had made a mistake by treating the demo as routine, Helen was clearly irritated or at least acting the part. Marie-Louise got to her knees, "I don't know, Mistress." "Nor do I, but you have been whoring for years so it must be thousands, you know how to get into the doggy position, so stop being an idle slut and do it." Marie-Louise was now tense and got into her best position; legs closed, back arched and leaning on her hands rather than her elbows. "So you do know." Helen then pointed out the important points. Helen then explained a few more positions ordering 'the lazy slut' to demonstrate. Now Marie-Louise complied quickly ensuring that her positions were perfect, but she knew the damage was done and Helen had ample excuse to punish her again. Helen finished the session soon afterwards, telling Marie-Louise to report to her office at 8pm. Marie-Louise knocked on Helen's door, she was really worried about what she had in store. On entering she stripped off her T shirt and she fell naked to her knees. Helen did not acknowledge her presence, finishing whatever she was writing. Marie-Louise wondered how she had screwed up her life so badly that at the age of forty-one she was kneeling naked in front of her 'boss' scared about being punished. Eventually Helen looked up. "Well?" "I am sorry, Mistress, for allowing my concentration to wander this morning. It will not happen again." "Marie-Louise your disciplinary record is awful, laziness, insubordination, lack of enthusiasm; it sometimes seems as if I get a complaint about you every day. You must understand that I own you and your pussy and you will learn to be obedient even if I have to personally beat you every day until you submit. If you don't knuckle under you will be 'punishment fucked' morning, noon and night; so severely and so frequently you won't be able to walk. You must appear enthusiastic to provide any, and in your case I really mean any, sexual service the customer requires. You have no choice in the matter. I decide who you fuck, when you fuck and how you fuck and never forget it." "Jenny was just in complaining of how you try to ignore her summons. If she tells you to kiss her shoes, you damned well kiss her shoes. You must realise you are a Grade nine and you must get used to your status and act accordingly. Right, let's get the punishment over with. Bend over the table." Helen then caned Marie-Louise twelve times, hard, very hard. Everyone would be able to see the stripes on her bare behind. "As for your public punishment you will wear this ball gag for the next week. Jenny will, at her discretion, allow you to take it off for one meal a day, for any 'dates' you have and at night, otherwise it will be in all the time. Remember Jenny is the only person who can take the gag out, if you can't find her or she is busy, it stays in, no exceptions. Perhaps this will remind you that your current slapdash behaviour must improve." Helen inserted the red ball into Marie-Louise's mouth and fastened the leather strap, it was not uncomfortable but she knew after a few hours her jaw would ache and her mouth would be terribly dry. She was also now totally dependent on the nineteen year old, she knew Jenny would use the leverage to humiliate her even further. "Marie-Louise, this is really your final warning, one more disciplinary issue. I will send you to the punishment-brothel, and we both know they would make this seem like a holiday camp and me like Mother Teresa. Now get out, you useless slut." Marie-Louise was frightened, it seemed Helen was setting her up so she would be summoned by Mr Palmer again. Helen could easily manufacture more infractions of the rules, Jenny or Kathy could easily be called on to complain about something. Life was terrible but Marie-Louise was worried it might get worse. The conditions in the punishment whorehouse were truly appalling, she would literally be screwed to death, and certainly never see Alex again. Jenny made Marie-Louise's week seem very long, she treated her as her personal slave. She insisted that, unless one or other of them had a client to entertain, Marie-Louise was to be under her direct supervision. Marie-Louise had to sleep naked on Jenny's floor and Jenny organised with the kitchens that her food was served in dog bowls. Jenny made her wear a collar to which she attached to a dog lead, then took great pleasure in parading Marie-Louise, hand-cuffed and gagged, around the office and introducing her to clients and telling them about her short-comings and willingness to perform the most degrading of sexual services. Clients played with Marie-Louise's defenceless pussy and kept asking Jenny if she would participate in one perverted sexual act after another, Jenny always said Marie-Louise would be only too happy to oblige. Marie-Louise was appalled by some of the suggestions but the gag and the handcuffs did their job. Many clients were aroused but simultaneously repelled that anyone could 'allow' themselves to cater for such requests. Jenny whispered to Marie-Louise that she was likely to be a busy lady in months to come and have some pretty 'hard core' sex. Jenny had a couple of parties during the week when Marie-Louise was 'the serving wench'. Jenny's guests followed her lead in trying to think of ever more inventive ways of humiliating Marie-Louise, who they all now just called 'slut'. Marie-Louise served them either dressed in her satin maid's outfit or naked. She readily complied whenever the teenagers clicked their fingers and never complained regardless of the tortures or humiliations, as she desperately did not want to be punished again. They particularly enjoyed making Marie-Louise lick their shoes then spanking her when she did not do it well enough. Marie-Louise really did appear to be the depraved tart the other girls accused her of being. When the week finally came to an end Marie-Louise promised herself she was going to do everything in her power to stay out of trouble in future, even if this was at the expense of her self respect. ~ A few days after 'Jenny's week' came to an end, Helen called another meeting, she informed the group of various administrative matters then said, "We have been contacted by the industrialist Mrs Gutfreund, a very good customer of our German branch. I will be meeting her tomorrow lunchtime on her yacht. Marcus will come with me. Mrs Gutfreund also asked for a 'cheap whore' for her chef, it seems that this gentleman whilst being a good cook is a little violent when he gets excited. Mrs Gutfreund also warned me he has a prosthetic leg that seems to have put off some of the ladies she has hired in the past. The words 'cheap whore' obviously made me think of one of your number, so Marie-Louise will be going on her first away-job. Perhaps she will find true love." As they drove down to an exclusive marina on the south coast, Marie-Louise could see people staring at her naked body whenever they stopped in traffic. Helen told her to play with and lick her tits if they had a particularly curious or vocal neighbour. When they got out of the car at the marina, a group of teenagers stopped and stared at the naked Marie-Louise. They gossiped and giggled as she tried to cover her nudity. Helen did everything she could to prolong the 'show', deciding the first pair of knickers were 'not sexy enough' and making Marie-Louise take them off and wait naked until she found another pair. Helen dropped the replacements on the ground so Marie-Louise had to bend over to retrieve them. When she did so, Helen stepped on the knickers ensuring Marie-Louise's perfect behind was visible for as long as possible. Eventually Helen handed Marie-Louise a dress, her relief was tempered when she saw it close to; it made of some 'wet look' black material and was skin tight and terribly short just, and only just, covering her bottom. The dress hid her nipples but left most of her cleavage on show. As if this was not enough it was backless and had a lace up front that left very, very little to the imagination. The dress just shouted 'prostitute' and was only suitable for a seedy club in Soho. As the dress was so brief it took some time for Marie-Louise to arrange things, as when she pulled it down to cover her bottom her tits fell out and vice versa. When Marie-Louise had a last succeeded, Helen gave her a clutch handbag then very publicly handed her a vibrator, lube and dozens of condoms. Helen then ordered Marie-Louise to curtsey to the crowd and told them that she would soon be available at the 'local agency'. Marie-Louise saw people staring as she walked to the marina, she knew she looked terribly out of place in a sea of chinos and casual shirts. Helen led Marcus, Mike, the security guard, (both dressed formally) and the near naked Marie-Louise along the marina to a palatial yacht. They were met by Alex dressed in a T shirt and some skimpy shorts. Marie-Louise's heart jumped with pleasure when she saw him. She pulled at her dress, as it had gradually risen up her thighs exposing her knickers as she walked. She knew she must look sexy but cheap, but she was sure he would understand the dress was not her choice. She just prayed that she would be able to steal a few minutes alone with Alex after she had serviced the cook, what would she give for even the briefest of kisses? Helen gazed admiringly, "Alex, so you received a better offer than I could provide." "Yes ma'am. Mrs Gutfreund is very generous." "Oh well, no hard feelings. I confess I am looking forward to meeting your employer, her takeover deals get a lot of publicity." "I am afraid Mrs Gutfreund has been delayed, she hopes to be back in about half an hour. She has asked me to make you comfortable in the interim. Have you brought the 'cheap whore' for Mr Freiheit?" Helen pushed Marie-Louise forward. "Here she is, she provides any and every sexual service Mr Freiheit may require. He can roger the little slut senseless, slap her around, but please no broken bones." Turning to Marie-Louise she said, "OK, knickers off you little tart and get to work." "Thank you, I will take her down. Mrs Gutfreund will appreciate you providing her. Mr Freiheit is a very good chef but his sexual violence can be a problem." They all looked on as Marie-Louise struggled out of her dress and dropped her knickers. She looked in vain for sympathy from Alex, but he merely grabbed her roughly by the arm and steered her, naked but still holding her evening bag, to the cabin below. He returned smiling, "Can I get you all a glass of champagne?" Mike pretended to refuse but Alex easily persuaded him that one glass would not harm him. Alex led Mrs Gutfreund's guests to the sun deck and served their drinks. Although the view was lovely, Alex noted Helen's eyes slipped from the seascape to his bottom with some regularity. Alex steered the conversation around to Marie-Louise. Helen amused the company with stories of the punishments that she had given to her. She amazed Alex with details of the size of the dildo she compelled Marie-Louise to force up her pussy, how she made her to wear a gag and serve as Jenny's personal slave for a week and her ideas for future humiliations. Helen explained that Marie-Louise knew she was a 'cheap whore' so had very little self respect left and was now used to performing very 'hard core' sex acts. Helen said she had a large number of bookings in the coming weeks as Marie-Louise would agree to things other girls would not do. Marcus found some of it so funny he almost fell off his chair. They even had a competition to nominate people Marie-Louise should be forced to sleep with and to invent new punishments for her. Helen suggested Mrs Gutfreund might want Marie-Louise to 'perform' later, it could be very amusing commenting, "Mike would be happy to give her a good hard whipping, she has the sweetest squeal of pain." Alex got a call on his mobile, it seemed Mrs Gutfreund had been further delayed. Alex suggested they sun bathe until he got more news, they turned their chairs to the sun and were soon dozing away. Perhaps dozing was not really the word, Alex had spiked their drinks with the date rape drug 'GBH'. When he was sure they were unconscious he handcuffed the three and chained them to their chairs. He then went down below. Marie-Louise was sitting on the bed in the state room fully clothed in an elegant Chanel suit but crying hysterically. When Alex entered she literally threw herself at him hugging him with an almost manic force. "I knew you would help me." She mumbled between sobs. Alex gave Marie-Louise a big hug but eventually detached himself, "Milou, I will take care of you, but we still have a great deal to do. Let's postpone the party for twenty-four hours after that I will try to make you the happiest girl in the world." Still crying, but with a truly happy smile on her face she said, "You're boss, what do you need me to do?" "First I need you to read this letter and if you are happy with it, copy it out in your own hand. You had better also read my letter."