0 comments/ 37967 views/ 3 favorites New Rich Meets... By: Tigereye Carson stretched out on the chaise lounge and tried to soak up more sun. She and her husband were leaving in the morning for a month in the Caribbean and she wanted just a little more tan so she wouldn’t burn. Husband Will was using a tanning bed during breaks at work to achieve the same results and they were betting on which one would burn the most. Carson felt eyes on her and she turned to the left to see the yard boy staring at her as she lay out in nothing but a bikini bottom. “Get your ass off or you’re fired!” She watched with no emotion as he suddenly found things to do in another part of the yard, somewhere behind the hedge by the pond. Little Rodent! Staring at her like he wasn’t just an employee, a servant to work at her pleasure. It was only a few years ago that she and Will were trying to make ends meet themselves and were lucky that Will got in the ground floor of a good tech company that made them millionaires in just that short of time. One of the first things she had done when they got the large house with all the grounds was to find a good agency. One she had heard good things about had almost all its employees here illegally and best of all, they were scared of the small wooden boxes they had been told they would be shipped back in if they were caught by Immigration. They had also been told that there was a 95% death rate and dead bodies were left for the animals to eat and no one notified their families of where they disappeared. Carson found that quite handy when she hired the yard boy and maid for they put up with quite a bit from her and her tantrums. They servants were in their early twenties, a few years younger than Carson or Will but in their minds, the servants were mere children. The clicking of heels behind her warned her that the maid was approaching softly. “Madam? It is four o’clock, Madam.” The voice was soft spoken as well and Carson waved her hand that she had heard and she listened as the maid moved softly back to the house. That one was getting to be a pleasure to have around. The first week she had to hit the girl several times to let her know who was boss. Carson kept riding tack around to let others think she knew how to use it although she had never been on a horse in her life. It just seemed like the rich thing to have in one’s house and she quickly discovered that both servants had a fear of the riding crop. She seldom used it on the yard boy who stayed away, but it was different with the maid. The young Mexican girl cringe when that came out and Carson used it several times to make sure the girl understood that when she was told to do something, it was done and there was no blaming bad English or any other reason. She was at the point where she could even order the girl to get the crop and she would, simply because Carson would double or even triple the blows if the maid dared to hesitate. She offered to fire them both and both would grow wide-eyed at the prospect as they were told by the agency the mean things that would happen to them and their families if there was any displeasure of their clients. Carson got up and strolled inside to change before her husband got home. Tonight they would have the dinner already being cooked by the maid and then pack for the trip. Earlier she had the locks changed on the doors and new security codes in the pads for a simple reason -- she and Will had decided what to do with the maid while they were gone. When the two arrived from the agency, the couple had confiscated everything the servants had – clothes, money, jewelry. They left him with a pair of jeans, a pair of sneakers, and two tee shirts and she had two maid outfits consisting of black hose, black shoes, short black dress, and a white apron with a matching cap. No underwear for either except for her hose and she only had that so that her ass wouldn’t poke out from the short dress. Bad enough that her nipples poked from the top, both of them enjoyed the girl’s discomfort when they asked if she was happy to see them, but there was no sense seeing the rest of her. So the plan was to strip her of the maid outfits and leave her naked with the yard boy for the month. She would get no wages as she wasn’t working as a maid and he would get half wages since he had a helper for the month as well as someone to share the converted stable that he lived in. It seemed a fine plan to them and tomorrow morning before leaving they would finish out the rest of the plan. At least if the servants had stolen any keys or the security code, it would be useless while Carson and Will were gone for the month. Will needed the vacation and it was one less thing for either to worry about while enjoying the beaches. Neither thought the two servants would run away as they had no place to go and Will had already told the yard boy that castration was what he could look forward to if the maid was to have a baby as a result of her stay with him. Will came home and the maid served the drinks as they waited for the meal. It was a ritual to have drinks for fifteen minutes before the meal so Will could unwind from the day. After the meal they talked and since they were both sleepy, they went to bed early. They had to leave early in the morning, with only Carson to call the cab while Will put the naked maid outside left to do. Carson tried to blink the sleep away and found she couldn’t. Her face seemed funny and she tried to move her hand to see what it was but her arm only went part way to her face. She woke up with a shock as she realized something wasn’t right and she panicked for a few minutes as she tried to move around. Slowly it dawned on her that her arms were attached to something and held outright from her body and her legs were kept separated as well. She could move her legs a few inches only before something stopped them and her arms could be moved back and forth in a circle that only allowed a few inches of movement. They were also tired and it was more time before she grasped that she had been hanging from them for several minutes before she woke up and used her leg muscles to help support her body. She could feel something pressing around her head but she couldn’t see or hear anything. Carson eventually also figured out that her feet were bare and that she couldn’t feel any clothes on herself anyplace. Only straps of some kind on her wrists and ankles. She tried to speak and she could feel her voice but not hear it. There was a shiver that went from one end of her body to the other as the eerie aspect came to her. She tried a loud scream and thought she heard her voice then but any thoughts went from her mind as the first blow came to her ass. She didn’t recover her breath before the second and third came down on her butt and she danced as much as the restraints would allow her. Another shot came to the front and whipped her tits and then her belly and then her groin. Pain shot from her pussy to her lungs and she felt another scream leave her as more blows came from everywhere. There was no anticipating them and they varied in timing and strength to keep her off balance even if she was alert enough to try. The blows stopped as suddenly as they had started and Carson hung with all her weight on her arms as her legs collapsed below. She soon shifted and tried to relieve the pressure on her shoulders by standing straighter and all her effort brought was pain as a solid object slammed into her pussy from between her legs. The object – solid, pointed, and rough – stayed there and she soon found that any relief from the agony of sitting her whipped tender cunt on it was by standing on tiptoe. Her legs tired and she fell back on the object and when she couldn’t take that anymore, she went back on tiptoe. She had no idea how long this lasted as her alternating took less and less time as she grew more and more weary. She came a little more alert as the object was removed and she felt her arms being lowered. She collapsed in a heap on the floor, to tired to escape or make any movement that would be any kind of threat to whoever was beside her. There was a vicious tug on her hair and she grunted from the pain radiating from her scalp even as someone whipped her ass several times. She followed the tugging and as soon as she started crawling, the whipping stopped and she was grateful for that even as she wondered where she had the strength to move at all. Her knees soon hurt as she crawled on what she assumed was a cement floor, also confirming that she was naked as she moved and could feel the air as she went forward at sometimes a fast pace and sometimes a slow one. She had no concept to stop and remove the grip on her hair as she simply followed the pain of the tugging, wanting only to rest and gather her thoughts. She was stopped and roughly grabbed at the upper arms and brought to her feet. Her knees gave way and something lashed at her breasts as she sagged and she could feel more screams from her throat as she struggled to remain upright. As soon as she stood, the lashing stopped and she felt the hands on her upper arms release her. They weren’t real hands; they were covered in some kind of rubber material and when she tried to put her hands together, that same rubber material slapped them. She quickly dropped them to her sides and stood there to wait to see what else would happen. She wanted sleep and to see and hear like a normal person again but all she seemed to be getting was beatings by rubber hands. Her hands were brought behind her and secured as she was leaned back against a bar set at the top of her thighs. Someone held her upper torso while someone else hooked an ankle at one spot even to her and then the other ankle about four feet away. She felt something come down on her legs just above the ankles and then her upper body was released. She could feel her scream coming all the way from her lungs as the pain tore through her. She tried to go upright to put her weight on the bar, but her hands stayed behind and she could only lay horizontal, her legs in some wooden stock and her body resting on a small stick that crossed her upper thigh, just below her ass. Her hands were secured in the direction of the floor and she didn’t know which was worse, the pain in her back or her legs. She was left this way and soon the only change was to have something prop up her ass to relieve the pressure on her thighs and then the blood that flowed into her thighs made the pain even greater. The two props changed every so often and the pain of released blood to the deprived areas was almost steady. About the time she wondered if she could take any more, there were voices. They were low and she had to strain to listen through whatever covered her ears but found she could hear if she concentrated. It was a woman and she called Carson a slut, a cunt, and a whore. A man asked her if she wanted to suck his cock. Carson tried to answer but all she could do was tense up as a strap hit her square in her exposed cunt. The man asked for an answer and a second later there was another hit. This went on a few more times before it stopped and Carson had no idea if she had agreed or not but the man told her to beg if she wanted it that bad. She couldn’t hear her own voice but she thought she was begging and the woman came back and told her to beg better because she tolerated no disrespect from slaves. Carson wished she could hear her own voice to see if it sounded like she was begging but that thought went out of her mind as a sharp pain to her breasts came and then another. Then she was left alone to contemplate if she wanted to give better answers. She had no idea how long she hung horizontally on the contraption she was on, but she heard voices again and this time they sounded mad. She stiffened as she concentrated on listening so she wouldn’t be whipped and heard different voices and it sounded like the woman talking was most unhappy with someone. There was a ‘swoosh’ sound and a cry of pain and it took Carson a second to realize that it was not her being punished. The woman was asking someone why they didn’t kneel as taught and who gave them permission to look at her above the knee. There were more sounds of whatever was hitting them and a person, maybe another woman, was crying and begging for mercy. She promised to always obey and crawl like the worthless cunt she was and to never show disrespect to mistress again. The other woman begged and pleaded and in mid-sentence the sound cut out. Maybe someone realized they allowed Carson to hear and didn’t want her to but Carson was happy to have the sounds stop. All she could imagine was herself being punished and promising to be a good slave cunt and never be disobedient. Endless minutes later the rubber material pushed her up and her legs were removed from the stocks and she was again allowed to slide to the floor. All she wanted to do was stay at their feet and sleep and rest but another tug came on her hair and at the same time, more whipping on her ass. She crawled forward and was again given an uneven pace and she had no idea how far she had crawled as the rubber material again grabbed her upper arms and she was left standing. She swayed as she stood there and wondered if that would bring more pain but none came and she tried to block out the trembling in her legs, knowing that if she fell, she would be whipped until she went upright. Her hands were again secured behind her and she felt the pressure as someone or something in rubber held her steady. Then she felt a stick start from under one breast and end over the other one and another stick go in the opposite direction. Then the sticks were brought together and her tits mashed as in a vise. She felt another scream leave her throat as she danced in pain. She finally stopped dancing as the pain went to a dull ache and then someone whipped her once and she danced some more. Every time she stopped dancing, a strap smacked into her body. Carson finally ran out of strength and had to stop regardless of the strap that urged her to dance more. Her tits were released and she would have dropped like a rock to the cement floor if the rubber material hadn’t held her and lowered her gently to the ground. She woke up with a start as she tried to understand where she was. The nightmare came back to her and she knew that a pain in her ass had made her wake up. She placed her hands to her head and just as she touched the leather straps encasing her head, the pain came again. She quickly moved to all fours as she wondered if a cattle prod had been used on her. Something removed one of her ear pads as a hard object tapped her cheek. “Want to suck a cock, whore cunt?” The pain came from her ass as she tried to figure out the sound of a real voice. “Well?” the voice did not sound patient and the pain came back even as she formed her reply. The pad was replaced as she said ‘yes’ and she repeated it over and over as her arms were twisted behind her and secured to what she was shocked to realize was a collar around her neck. Her arms ached from the bending as a tug from the front came hard, almost knocking her over to her face. The pain came back to her ass and she rapidly crawled on her knees to escape it, trying with all her will power to remain upright as she felt pain every time her knees came down onto the floor. A tug back and she stopped, wondering when the nightmare would end. If she at least could see and hear so she could find out what was going on and why these people were doing this to her. Where was Will? Here or looking for her someplace else? Not knowing anything made it all that much worse, since she had no idea what to do to pacify them. At this point, she was willing to do anything they asked if they would only stop the constant pain and punishments. But she wasn’t even allowed that much she realized, as some thing was attached to the collar and she was pulled upright. She stood there and separated her legs when something tapped the inside of her thighs. When she had then stretched so far that she thought she would topple over, the tapping stopped. She stood there for a long time and only occasionally heard screams as someone else was punished. She could hear someone, first a male and then a female, beg for mercy and she listened as closely as her pads would allow to the instructions given to them to prevent future punishments. Carson kept running the instructions in her head to memorize them. If full obedience were needed, she would comply. If kissing the shoe or foot when given permission to greet someone were the proper way to greet, she would use lips and/or tongue if needed. She kept running them, almost being able to hear the woman’s voice again as she said the instructions over and over. “Want to suck cock, fuckmeat?” The nearness or loudness of the voice startled her but she cried “YES!” without hesitation. An ear pad was removed and another voice asked if she really wanted to have cock and she sobbed ‘yes’ over and over again. She pleaded for him to let her have cock and use her like the fuck whore she was and use her in anyway he wanted. She listened to her voice as it broke, not even recognizing it as the cool even voice she had before this all started. A tapping was done on her cheek and she turned her mouth to grab the tapping object. It was hard, plastic, and wet, that much she noticed as she greedily tried to suck. It was removed and she was left to realize how thirsty she was and how badly she wanted the cool liquid that covered the plastic cock. She didn’t even listen as she begged and pleaded to let her suck the cock, that fantastic cock into her useless whoring sluttish slave mouth. “You don’t seem sincere, slave. Convince me you want his cock or else we leave you.” The woman’s voice was low and sultry as Carson cried tears of frustration. Carson implored him to let her have his cock. She would willing accept it in any way that pleased him and as the tip passed across her lips, she tried to suck on it and was rewarded with another squirt of water. But that only seemed to intensify her thirst and when he asked if she was willing to be ass fucked with it, she could only beg for the privilege. Ass, cunt, mouth, she didn’t care as long as he used her. If she could convince him to use her, she could drink and maybe even be released from her painful positions. “Suck nicely” The cock returned to her mouth and she sucked it almost into her throat. It was removed and she was whipped several times. She was still dancing when the whipping stopped and she was told to spread her legs again and she instantly complied. The cock came to her again and she was reminded to suck nicely and she shuddered as she controlled the urge to drink more. She sucked lightly, allowing the water to run under her tongue and she took little swallows against all instinct to gulp as much as she could. Without warning, the cock left and the ear pad came back on. She was left to wonder what happened and soon she was released from whatever held the collar and she was tugged downward and she went to her knees even as a strap hit her ass as an inducement. She crawled on her knees again trying to remain upright, and she soon was tugged to a halt. She groaned as she realized she was back into the stocks again and she whipped her head back and forth in frustration. A voice soon was heard to ask if she wanted some pussy to eat. Carson had never been bisexual and the idea had not crossed her mind. She shook her head ‘no’ since she couldn’t hear her own reply. Something was placed by her mouth and she tasted the food being offered. Her mouth operated quickly and got in a good lick as the something was removed. Another voice, a woman with a German accent, asked if she liked that good pussy taste and if she wanted more. Carson didn’t respond as she thought it was more Cream of Tomato soup than anything but a slap coming from under her ass made her yelp a ‘yes’. The taste was placed by her mouth again as she licked at what she could. She was given instructions as to how to lick, where to place her tongue and how fast to lick there. A few more slaps to her ass made her realize the folly of not paying attention and she soon did as she was told. When the taste was gone, it seemed she was licking rubber but she had never heard of a rubber pussy before. Then she tasted something else and it seemed like mashed potatoes. The something left and she was asked if she wanted more. She begged without thinking, knowing that only begging brought the reward and not the punishment. She soon had a tired tongue as she licked several times at what she still considered to be potatoes. New Rich Meets...Ch. 2 Master entered the next room and looked at the man hanging over the wooden rod. His torment had matched the one that his wife had received with one exception. Where Carson hung by her tits, Will was forced to stand by having his cock attached to the same wire. Master looked at the man as the girl in front of him used the strap to whack another clothespin off his chest. As it had been learned, Will begged for another one to be removed. The man they both called Master stood with a grin and shook his head. Both had been broken in two weeks and this third week was spent reinforcing their new behavior. Next week they would be let loose to contemplate the new way of thinking. Both Mario and Maria had agreed on that, just not on what that fourth week would bring. Maria, the former maid that had been humiliated so often, whipped another pin of her boss’s chest. Carson and Will had openly discussed their plans, neither thinking that servants such as theirs could comprehend that much English. So Mario the yard boy and Maria the maid had converted the stable area to a dungeon. It had been easy for her to dope the drinks and it had been her idea to use voices from various soundtracks of movies to confuse the two before them. Mario had found it easy to convert the voices and sounds to tape and they played them through the headsets both slaves wore as well as openly so they knew when to punish and when not to. Maria set the strap down and donned the rubber poncho. It had been Mario’s idea of rubber boots, poncho, and gloves to eliminate either person from getting used to different fabrics. To them, the past three weeks had been sensory deprived states with occasional touches of rubber. Maria tugged on the leash attached to Will’s collar and the man crawled behind her as he was led into the next room. She positioned him to kneel behind his wife’s ass and nodded to Mario who turned off Carson’s headset and played another tape. Will was told to kiss the ass in front of him and he leaned forward with lips extended. A few tentative licks later, a voice screamed at him to lick it clean and a pain in his ass made him quickly start to lick, disregarding the taste of Carson’s waste for the past three weeks. Maria set the wire carefully down as she watched him lick away. The wire was still plugged in and nothing more than an exposed end to an extension cord. But it worked even if she tried to only lightly apply it. She flicked a strap between his legs as a voice came over the speaker for him to improve with long broad strokes or the useless worm would regret it. As he licked with open broad strokes of his tongue, Maria walked over to Mario, discarding the poncho as she walked. They ate lunch while watching the action, and Maria finished her milk as Mario found the tape he had made the afternoon before. Maria went back and moved Will to the front as voices told him to clean the cunt before him. Mario tested the new tape on another machine and then came back to replace it in the machine that was attached to the headphones. It was his turn and he practiced talking slower and deeper to remove his accent. The voice that both had come to know as Master. An hour later Maria and Mario had Will in the stocks and Carson looked tired of being stretched by the chains. Carson was tired. She wondered how much more she would have to take before she would be allowed to be in another position and her thoughts broke off when a hand touched her. Master was back and she held herself upright, dismissing her weariness from her mind. If Master wanted her, she would have the energy from someplace to please him. Her ear pads were removed and his voice came to her. “Slave, what have I been hearing about you?” “Master, this slave hopes only good things.” “Really cunt? I heard you were uppity.” “Master, please no. This one has not been uppity. This cunt knows its place.” Carson was slapped across the face and she almost begged forgiveness. “Silence slut. You were offered to either lick an ass, cunt or cock and you instead had someone do yours.” She tried to open her mouth but no words came out. She had hesitated in disbelief. “I can see the remains of the licking. Obvious it is true, you prefer to have someone lick you than for you to lick someone. Know your place indeed.” That tone bode ill for her and she knew it instantly. “Master, this one had no choice! Master, please, this cunt was as you see it now and had no way to show its place to anyone. Please Master, given a choice, this slut knows it should always lick whatever ass, cunt, or cock offered. Please Master, let this worthless whore show that it can lick whatever you allow it to lick.” Her voice broke several times as she begged to be allowed to please him. There was no response from him and she pleaded more to show her desire to keep him happy. Carson at no time cared for anything but to make Master happy. The pads were replaced and she cried and sobbed as she knew that he left her. That afternoon she was led to and given the chance to lick the ass in front of her. She felt the dry crust of Will’s wastes over the past three weeks as she licked. After begging for the chance to do better, she was allowed to lick and suck more and she worked her mouth to peel off as much shit as possible to swallow. She hoped to do well enough for Master to forgive her. Mario later told Will that he heard that the useless cunt in front of him preferred to have his ass licked than to lick another ass. Will begged forgiveness and gave almost the same excuse his wife had earlier. He begged to lick any ass Master wanted, he would show that he knew his place before Master. When Mario caressed the man’s face above his three week old beard, Will could only moan in happiness. To be touched by Master was a sign he was not unhappy with the fucked up cock cunt kneeling in front of him. The next day Carson was led by the leash and told to stand when she was halted. She did so and stood waiting for the next command. She was told to remove her blindfold and she never questioned it as she peeled off the velcro pads from her eyes. She stared down at her nipples while wondering what was ahead of her. After a minute she was told to look ahead and she saw a reflection in a mirror. With orders to look left and right, she saw three mirrors set up so that she was the central figure in each. She described herself as ordered and she used every foul name she could think of as she saw her image covered with the same body hair and wastes that she knew was on her. She was told to suck cock and she saw to the left a table and picked up the artificial cock standing upright on it. She turned back and watched herself suck on it, taking it deep into her mouth several times before being told to fuck her cunt. She never hesitated to obey as she pushed it into her dry pussy and then a laughing voice told her to think of Master. The thought of Master made her pussy wet and the cock slid in and out with a wet sound. Carson faced her image and she hoped that Master would like her obedience even as she also thought she looked disgusting. The order to fuck her ass next was harder to obey since her ass was dry but there was enough lubrication from her pussy to allow an entry although painful. She watched between her legs as her hand moved behind her and fucked her ass slowly and then faster as the voices dictated. She had no idea that her husband was before a mirror and doing the same ass fucking only yards away. For that matter, her husband never came to her thoughts anymore. She concentrated on pleasing the voices and hoping that Master would find the reports on her good enough for him to visit and touch her again. She would be shocked to learn that Will had much the same thoughts. The ass fucking was over and they licked and sucked the cock clean as instructed. Then they attached clothespins where they were told to and smacked their own asses with the straps provided. The pins were removed and the eye pads replaced as they stood waiting for the next action. For Carson, the next action was to crawl behind the leash and she soon felt grass under her. She was outside and her senses were overwhelmed with the new sounds and textures she had taken for granted all her life. She was led to the fishpond in her back yard although she didn’t know where she was. She entered the shallow water and was told that it was a pigsty and she was to be the pig. She grunted and oinked as she wet her face and rolled over in the water in her attempt to be a pig. She was soon removed and crawled across cement and grass before stopping. She was a wet bitch and no one liked the smell of wet bitch so she had to dry off like a wet bitch. Carson shook herself as she knelt on all fours, trying to get the water droplets off her body and hair. She had no sooner done that than a spray of water hit her and she was told to roll over. The water hit her everywhere as she was hosed off and she brought her knees up to her chest as the water hit her ass several times. She was handed a scrub brush and told to clean and she scrubbed her body and scalp many times while being hosed and it seemed a long time before anyone talking around her was happy with her. Her body was sore from the bristles and she knelt with her arms behind her as she was told to close her eyes. The leather straps on her head was removed and someone cut her wet hair. She was stood up and with her legs apart and arms held out at the shoulders, she was told to slowly rotate. She could feel the sun burning on her as she moved a foot, counted to thirty, and then moved the other foot so that she was still standing with legs apart. Her arms tired quickly but she kept her fingers straight and spread apart as ordered, hoping she wouldn’t have to use her arms or hands for anything later. She kept her eyes closed, scared that if she tried to look, it would be seen and Master informed of her disobedience. Will was still going through the hosing and scrubbing procedure four yards away. Soon he was standing and rotating like Carson, his skin also being warmed and burned in some place as well as hers. He kept his eyes closed for the same reason as she did. The day seemed cooler when the straps were placed back on and they were told to kneel on all fours. A leash was attached to one of the straps and they were led to another grassy area and told to ask for permission to piss. They did so, begging for approval to go and they repeated the procedure to shit as well, going like the dogs they were. They were led someplace else and told that Master wanted them to rest. They dropped where they were, feeling privileged that Master would allow them to sleep in the grass like any other dog. The next few days became routine, with doing tricks for the voices and getting hosed down. Carson had to sniff a strange dog that sniffed her back, each wondering where the strange dog came from. Will and Carson were soon parted and thoughts of the other strange dog left their minds as soon as they went back to doing more tricks. They did the usual roll over and sit up as well as playing with themselves and finger fucking their asses. They were led to a bowl and each growled at the other as they tried to eat whatever was in the bowl and they growled and snapped at each other over the water dish. Neither liked the other strange dog for there was a chance that Master may want the other one more. They were led back to the yard and the straps were removed. Both kept their eyes closed and both were anxious when told that they would compete with each other. The first one to open its eyes without permission would lose. The winner would be bought by Master and go home with him. The loser would be punished and not as lightly as they had been. In effect, both considered the order an act of war against the other one. They were lined up, ass to ass and a double-headed dildo was placed between the ass holes. A line was drawn in the middle and the one that got more than half up their ass was the winner. They both speared the dildo, ignoring the pain as it entered and they met cheek to cheek. They heard that the line was still visible and they grunted and tried to squeeze the muscles to take in more while removing from the other’s ass. Since they were not allowed to move from the spot they were kneeling on, it was all down to who had the better ass muscles and eventually they were told to stop, they had a winner. What bothered them was that no one told them who won! Then the dildo was suspended in air and they had to clean the end off and the winner was the first one that cleaned their end. They moved the dildo around so much that neither could get it very clean and Will finally grabbed it with his teeth and sucked on it while moving his head to prevent the other dog from getting it. Carson soon got her mouth on it and tried to suck on her end as she tried to pull it away from the other dog. It was a bitter tug of war and they would have bitten each other if they didn’t need their mouths busy to win. They did have a dogfight over the food dish later and both were bitten. Master told them to stop and that was the only thing that prevented blood from being shown. Master touched them and both calmed and shook with happiness. His hands roamed around their faces and patted them on the heads. When he moved his hand down their back and patted them on the ass, both thought they would cum with delight, only holding back because they didn’t have his permission. They wanted to open their eyes and gaze upon any part of him but dared not for that would lose the war and they were both determined that the other dog would not have Master for a master. Carson was led away and she wondered if she had lost the tests. She was led to a plastic tub and told to look. It was a cheap child’s pool and beside it was assorted toiletry items. Master told her to get in and wash and shave all her hair except her head. But if she was not clean in any way, or if the other was cleaner than she was, she would stay. She also had a time to do it in so he told her to do it right the first time. Then he gave her permission to get started. Will was told essentially the same except he had to trim his beard, a most difficult thing to do with no mirror. But Maria liked him in a beard, thought he was better looking, so Mario let him keep it rather than shave it all off. Carson was still trying to dry off with the thin towel that had been left behind. “Greet me” The voice startled her even as she closed her eyes and dropped to all fours. She had no idea Master had been watching and she tried to think of where his voice had come from. “Good slave. You greet well.” Carson was confused for she had yet to move, let alone kiss his shoes. Then there was another noise as he moved to her. “Well cunt, lets see if you can greet as well.” She lowered her face and moved her nose around until it bumped into a shoe and she kissed it with as much adoration as she could before locating the other shoe and kissing that as well. She remained in position, able to inhale the odors that came from Master’s shoes. “What? Are they too dirty to be kissed properly?” She stiffened and bent to do it again but the shoes moved. “You didn’t have approval to do that twice. You seem to think I’m not worth your while.” She silently hoped for permission to speak, to plea that she was the unworthy one and that if she greeted wrong, she should be punished for that sin. But she had no permission to speak when not asked a question and he already seemed upset with her. She stood on command and she felt her orgasm build as he touched her various parts to see if she was clean and hairless enough as ordered. A caress along her ass and up her back almost brought her over the edge and it was only by will power alone that she didn’t prove disobedient. She spread her legs and took the magic marker he handed to her. She wrote ‘slave’ on the inside of one thigh and ‘cunt’ on the inside of the other, the words ending just before her own cunt. “The words will wash off or wear away. You will renew them everyday for you will be punished if you allow them to disappear without my permission.” “Yes Master” “If I ever see you and they are not looking as they look now, I will be most upset.” “Yes Master. This slut will obey and have its markings for you at all times.” Master left her and she remained standing in place, not daring to move without approval. Will had the same words written on his now hairless and clean body. Both were given a small paper cup to drink and left to sleep on the floor. It was no problem to turn off the alarm system. They had the keys Carson had made and Maria had listened in on the phone as Carson was told how to change the security code and what the master code was to do anything else. Carson and Will woke up in bed the next morning, their suitcases still packed and by the wall. It seemed like a nightmare they had and neither talked about it as Carson looked stunned at her husband’s tanned and bearded face. Did he go on vacation while she was suffering? Would Master allow her to serve him again? Will refused to look at Carson for the simple fact that his wife was tanned. She obviously went on the vacation while he was forced into submission. Would Master allow him to serve him again? They both acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, hatred building between them. Will took his morning shower, Carson looking at the other wall. She quickly put on a robe to cover the words on her thighs and pulled it tight. At the moment, she had no intention of letting him see what Master had her write and if she was lucky, Master would take her away from the man. The water shut off in the shower as Carson left the bedroom. Will peeked out and was grateful his wife had left for he had forgotten a magic marker. He found one in a drawer and went back into the bathroom to write his words on his thighs. It wouldn’t do for Master to look and see that he was disobedient. They sat at the table as Maria the maid served breakfast. They were very polite to her and she smiled as Will picked up the used dishes and carried them into the kitchen. Carson went for her shower and was happy to find a magic marker in the bathroom drawer although why it would be there was beyond her. She rewrote the words and then dressed before putting Will’s suitcase on the bed. Maria appeared to unpack and Carson was ticked when she saw that Will’s clothes were used. Proof to her that he went and left her to be beaten. When would Master call and see her? She went back downstairs to see Will outside looking at the flowers. The yard boy was trimming some bushes to one side and she went out to look at the fishpond. Will went inside, not wanting to be around his wife and went upstairs as Maria placed his wife’s suitcase on the bed. The clothes were dirty and used, the swimsuit still damp as Maria brought it out of the case. Proof that his wife had enjoyed ‘their’ vacation. When would Master allow him to be serve? Maria walked out of the room with the soiled laundry as the phone ran. Will answered and he dropped to his knees as he heard “How is the cockless cunt this morning?” “Master, waiting to serve.” “Maybe later. Perhaps you should offer to help the maid? Or is that below you?” “No Master, This slut would be happy to do the duties of the maid.” The connection broke and he hurried to the laundry room. Carson came in and saw the light on the phone showing someone was using it. It stopped just as she went to reach for it and see if Will was calling whoever he spent the vacation with. She pretended to read the paper as he came past her, headed for the garage. A minute later, the phone rang. She dropped to her knees and bent her head as Master asked her how her day was. New Rich Meets...Ch. 2 “Master, it would improve if you allowed this cunt to serve you.” “Really? Is that why you stared at the yard boy instead of helping him? You did get this house because you liked the gardens didn’t you?” “Master yes, this slut did like the gardens. This slave would only be happy to work with the yard boy in any way you please Master” “Prove it” The connection was broken and she hurried outside, ignoring her dress and heels as she went down the stairs and asked if she could help. She soon found herself on her knees, trying not to ruin her stockings as she plucked weeds from the beds. Will tried to help the maid but she kept telling him that it was her job and he was getting out right upset. About the time he almost lost his anger on her, the phone rang again and he raced to the kitchen to answer it. “Slut cunt, what is your problem? I allow you to help the maid and you do nothing but yell at her. Is that the way to prove your position?” “No Master, please forgive this slave.” “No, fuckface, that’s your job. Have the maid forgive you.” The buzzing in his ear made him shake in terror. Master was angry. He knew about the argument in the laundry, how it didn’t matter, but he knew. He had to make Master happy again. Will had no idea where his wife was as he went back in and asked for forgiveness. Maria ignored him and he soon was pleading to prove he was sorry. She looked down at his expensive clothes and told him that he could not be a maid with that kind of clothing on. If he really wanted to help, then he could change into her other outfit and help her. He thanked her and was soon back wearing an identical maid outfit except for the shoes. He had on his own black shoes as the heels wouldn’t fit him. Maria took her time to allow him to help and only after he promised to buy a proper shoe for the outfit. He did look silly in a dress that was too small for him and the hose was so tight, she could read the words on his thighs. Monday morning came and Will went to work wearing black pantyhose under his clothes and with the orders to behave himself. Master was no longer upset with him and Will went to work happy. Carson woke up and instead of dressing in her expensive clothes, took the maid outfit out of her closet and put it on. The dress, for the shorter Maria, came to half her ass as she squeezed into her new black pumps that shone. Should shine, she spent twenty minutes tongue polishing them the day before while Will did something outside. Maria came into the room dressed in a nice outfit that Carson had given her. Maria asked if she wanted breakfast and Carson immediately told her that she would make it, Maria was to be the lady of the house. By the end of the month, Master only called once a week. Will had taken over some gardening duties and maid duties as well as work all day. He dressed as he was told to dress by either Maria or Mario since that was what Master wanted and he sexually pleased each on demand. He didn’t care if his wife caught him or not, he seldom thought of her. Carson had also taken over duties and dressed as told to and sexually pleased the other two. She also didn’t care if her husband found out, only that the two gave good reports to Master. On Sunday afternoons, Will and Carson came from opposite directions, eyes closed, and competed with that other strange dog as they listened to Master tell them what tricks to do for him. New Rich Meets... She had no idea how long she was repeating the process. She was moved from one area to another, each time meaning more aching body parts and more pain. Carson knew she had gone to the bathroom on herself and she was told at one point that she could only go if she had permission. She begged once to pee and never got the approval as she felt it dribble down her leg. She was whipped for that as well and told to clean it up as she was released. Her head was pointed and she was asked if she had permission to lick piss off the floor. Already learning that lesson, Carson begged for the chance to clean the piss off the floor and thanked whoever was near when she was told to do so. There were so many voices that she had no idea how many were watching her. She was allowed to beg for cock and pussy several times and she never knew just what she would be given to suck or lick as the taste varied each time. Sometimes the taste was good and sometimes horrid. She would blanch at the horrible ones and be whipped if she did. She soon learned to accept what was offered and be grateful for it. She learned to beg to be used and was often told to tell whoever spoke through her ear pad how she would show respect if allowed such a privilege of actually being obedient enough to be allowed that much freedom. She couldn’t think of enough ways to humiliate herself to keep whoever it was happy enough not to punish her in some way. The one she grew to hate was the pinchers that were attached to various parts of her body for they hurt going on and she knew from several experiences that they would hurt even more as they came off. The only difference was that she would have to plea for the pain of their removal, whether it was fast or slow. The endless days and nights were broken one day when her pads were removed from both ears and a real hand touched her breasts. The fingers caressed her nipples and she felt them stiffen under the touch as she sighed in happiness. She had missed the human touch. “Like me touching you, slave?” “Yes” “Yes, Master. I own you and you will call me Master if I so wish it.” “Yes Master” “Do you want me to stop, slut?” “No Master, please touch me.” “Where?” “Anywhere you please, Master. I love your touch, Master.” There was silence and the hand left her. She wondered what would happen next. “You stupid fuckmeat! You dare show that kind of disrespect to me?! Apparently you prefer the company of those that punish than to me. So be it!” The pads went back on and she cried out loud in contrast to her being taught to be still and quiet unless given orders. She had no idea how she showed disrespect but she would do anything to take it back. Anything at all. Master had only to tell her and she would do it for she longed for that touch of human skin to hers and she sobbed as she hung from her arms, trying to understand what was going on. The whipping started almost immediately and she asked for more, needing the punishment to offset her crime. As she was stretched out over some kind of bar, her hands stretched out as far in front as her feet were in back, she heard voices again. It was the woman with the German accent that sometimes talked to her and she talked about how a slave never calls itself by a sex pronoun. Always, it referred to itself as ‘this slave’ or ‘this one’ or ‘this cunt’ depending on how its owner allowed. Always a slave was an ‘it’ and never could assume to be a real person when trying to please its owner in any way. Carson memorized that set of instructions with all her ability. Carson no longer had a concept of days or hours but simply time that passed from one punishment to another, so learning new commands kept her mind occupied. It was time later that her pads were again removed and the fingers touched her neck and curved around her chin. She had Goosebumps with a capital G as she felt the caress. Her Master was back and that meant she could beg for forgiveness if allowed to speak. “Speak slave” “Please Master, this cunt is sorry for offending you last time you allowed it the honor of your company. Please Master, allow this slave to show its obedience to your will. Command this worthless fuckmeat excuse of a slave to show you how it can best give you homage Master.” “Much better, cunt slut. How will you show your desire to please me?” “Master, you need but tell it how to respond. This useless cunt needs your commands to be whole, it is dependent on you for its desires and wants. Its nipples are hard at your touch and the sound of your voice has its juices flowing from its undesirable pussy. Use this hopeless shit-head for whatever amusement you would enjoy.” Carson tried to draw on her memory for any other adjective that she could think of to describe herself. She tried to remember how to show respect for her master and what would make him allow her to stay in his presence. At least he kept the punishments away. Her arms were lowered and she found herself free of restraints. She dropped to her knees as ordered and her eye pads were removed for the first time since she had arrived. She blinked several times even though the lights were dimmed and she saw very little around her. She kept her head lowered, not daring to even look at Master’s shoes. “Greet me” She moved her head slightly, saw the tips of shoes, and leaned forward and kissed the tip of the toe of each one. She kept her lips poised an inch above, waiting for the command to lick them or do something else. Master kept her busy for some time. He played fetch with her and she ignored her knees as she skidded across the cement floor in her effort to catch the tennis ball in her mouth and bring it back, always careful to look at the floor in front of him when she approached. She licked his shoes and when he decided that she did better on the left than the right, she begged for forgiveness and to try it again. She squeezed her tits for him and she used one hand to fuck her cunt and fingers from her other hand to fuck her ass as he caressed her face, neck, and chest. She heard the squishing sounds as she got wet showing him how she could obey his desires. When he commented that her fingers were dirty, she begged for and got permission to suck clean all her fingers as she heard him drink water from a glass on the table beside him. She was also thirsty but would die of thirst before drinking without his permission. She heard him laugh at her efforts when she blew up a blow-up doll and tried to make love to it. He called her a clumsy ox, a cow with no feelings if that was the best she could do. When she was told to rub her clit on the rubber leg and ask to be allowed to cum, she thought that he would laugh himself sick at the amusement she caused him. It didn’t matter to her, only that she did as he told her. Soon Master covered her eyes and ears and left and she went back to the routine of being led from one form to punishment to another. She never saw what he was doing in the next room and never would until it was too late.