0 comments/ 20018 views/ 1 favorites Sold Ch. 02 By: Mr_Erotica This is one chapter out of s BDSM book. Even though there is not much actual bondage etc. this chapter is building plot to show the reader that the husband and wife are a loving couple. The hard core BDSM material will be well worht the wait. Feedback is always welcome and wanted. As Allen lay next to his sleeping wife he looked over at the alarm clock. Three fifty three am. Before he had a chance to roll back over and fall asleep, there was a bright flash of lightning and a deep roar of thunder. The thunder seemed to roll on and on, sending Allen into his fondest memories of his wild love making sessions with his wife. Looking over at Colleen, The sheet was covering only one leg as she slept on her side. The dim light and the flickering of the lightning enabled him to see his wife's breasts as they hung down. He knew of his wife's passion for thunderstorms so quietly he slipped out of bed and tip toed to the sliding door that leads to the balcony. Allen pulled the curtain aside slightly and peered out into the darkness. There was another bright flash of lightning and another roll of thunder as Allen watched the wind blowing the trees violently. Glancing back at his wife, Colleen remained motionless as she slept heavily. The rain suddenly began pounding against the sliding glass door. Memories of their wild fuck sessions in the rain suddenly turned Allen on. His cock skyrocketed upward and his heart began to pound wildly. Reaching for the door lock, Allen flipped the lever, causing a soft metal clanking sound. Suddenly Allen pulled the door open. He raced to the bed and grabbed his wife by the wrist and began violently pulling her across the king size bed. Dazed and startled, Colleen screamed, as she couldn't see what was happening. Allen grabbed her naked body and began dragging her toward the now open sliding door. "What the fuck," Colleen screamed as she struggled to free herself. Just as fast as Allen woke his wife, he had her out in the thunderstorm. Suddenly there was a bright flash of lightning followed instantly by a loud thunderous clap of thunder. Allen pushed his wife to the edge of the balcony overlooking the back yard and forced her to bend over the railing. Colleen screamed as the cold rain beat down on both of them as she was forced to bend over the railing, looking strait down at the ground. Leaning in, Allen pushed his cock into his wife's cunt. He could feel how dry she was and she screamed in pain as he tried to force his way inside her. Allen tried to push into her again and again, each time, nudging a little bit farther. Finally, Allen thrust even harder. Colleen screamed and her pussy flooded, causing Allen to slide all the way in until his balls were pressed against her rapidly swelling mound. The thunder rolled and the lightning struck incredibly close as the rain began to fall in torrents. Colleen's screams became muffled in the thunder as Allen held her firmly by the hips and slammed his cock in and out of her with authority. As Allen stood behind his wife fucking her, he began to slap her rain soaked ass. "OH FUCKING GODDDDDD!!!!!" Colleen screamed, as she finally was able to hold on to the railing around the balcony. Allen showed his wife no mercy. He knew that she became one with the storm, as her body responded like thunder and lightning. Never in his life did Allen ever come across anyone like Colleen who becomes so incredibly turned on during a storm. There was just something about the electrons in the atmosphere that turned her into a hot insatiable wanton slut. Allen began thrusting his member in and out of her like a piston in a car engine. Colleen continued to scream out in pleasure as she hung half way over the railing. Finally, after Allen slapped his wife's ass one last time, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back over the railing. Colleen had been fucked so hard that her knees gave out. She fell to the wooden floor of the balcony in front of her husband, which was exactly what Allen wanted anyway. Still holding Colleen by her hair, Allen stared down into her eyes as he forced his swollen wet cock into her mouth. Suddenly there was a bright flash of lightning and an instantaneous roar of thunder. Allen stared into Colleen's eyes as he began force fucking her mouth. Allen watched his wife's face as the lightning revealed that she was unable to stare up into his eyes because of the driving rain that stung their bare flesh. He watched as his cock slid in and out over and over until finally he began fucking her face with incredible force. Allen felt his toes begin to tingle as every wet hair on his neck stood on end. Allen began gasping for air desperately as another flash of lightning yielded yet another near instantaneous clap of thunder. The rain was pouring down on both of them, as Allen could hold out no more. Grunting and thrusting, Allen began to cum. The waves of the rain falling on them were just as intense as the waves of passion and fire that were running through both Allen and his wife. Colleen tried to look up into her Lord's eyes as he began to cum in her mouth only to be unable due to the driving rain. As Allen held his wife's hair in his clenched fists, he began to fill her mouth with his hot cum. Again lightning and thunder shook the balcony. The wind blew the unclenched portion of Colleen's hair as Allen finally finished cumming. Not missing a beat, Colleen swallowed every delicious drop of her Lord and Master's cum. Still clenching his wife's beautiful locks of hair in his hands, Allen slowly lifted his wife up to a standing position. They embraced while the torrents of rain washed over their passion filled bodies. Their lips met and their mouth's opened as they kissed with passion much like the storm. Hungrily, Allen accepted some of his own cum as Colleen passed a snowball to her husband. He tasted his own warm sticky juices as he kissed his wife as forcefully as the storm was raging. Suddenly, Allen scooped his wet naked wife up in his arms and kissed her passionately as he slowly stepped toward the open sliding door. Allen carried his wife across their bedroom and into the bathroom. The glass shower door was open and Allen carried his wife through the threshold and into the shower. Allen bent down and laid Colleen down on the tile floor of the oversized shower. Not only was there a shower inside the glass encased room, there was also a bathtub. Allen reached over and turned on the heat lamps on which were inside the recessed light fixtures in the ceiling. Suddenly there was a warm glow in the shower, which helped to warm their drenched bodies. Allen could see the smile on his lovely wife's face as he reached up and flipped the hot and cold levers all the way up for the shower. Suddenly, Colleen squealed as ice cold water rained down over both of them. Within seconds, the water was warm and Allen dropped to his knees at his wife's feet. Allen locked eyes with Colleen as he reached down and lifted her foot to his face. He could see the look of lust and satisfaction on her face as she smiled at him because she knew what she was about to receive. Allen could see that her nipples were stiff and solid as her 38DD breasts hung down toward her sides. There was nothing soft and romantic in the air tonight. Just like the passion on the balcony in the storm, Allen began to feverishly suck Colleen's long slender toes into his mouth. He watched as his wife closed her eyes and leaned her head back even farther as he began to suck on her big toe. Slowly, Allen bit down and began to slowly pull back; scraping the skin and the flesh of her big toe as his tongue gently slid along the underside. "OH FUCKING CHRIST!!!!!!" Colleen screamed out as she agonizingly placed her hands over her face and began to tremble. Colleen began to moan even louder as Allen began to snake his tongue between her toes. Slowly, he began to work his way across her foot, sucking each and every beautiful toe into his mouth one at a time. As with her big toe, Allen scraped each one with his teeth, eliciting the same carnal moan as the first one. By the time Allen wrapped his lips around her little toe, he was watching his wife's pussy humping up and down, against the water from the shower that rained down upon her. "Oh God Lord Allen," Colleen moaned as she tilted her head up and gazed longingly into her husband's eyes as he slowly pulled his lips off of her foot. Pushing her legs apart, Allen quickly crawled between his wife's splayed legs. He could see her glistening swollen pussy as the shower rained down upon them. He placed his hands on her thighs as she once again lowered her head to the floor knowing full well that she was about to receive a major tongue-lashing. Not wasting any time, Allen plastered his mouth on his wifes pussy. "OH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" Colleen screamed as her back arched and her hips lifted off of the floor, bringing her husband's face up with her. Again, Colleen buried her face in her hands as her hips began to involuntarily gyrate. She fought with all of her strength to keep from cumming for fear of punishment. As she writhed beneath her husband, Colleen began to feel the quiver and quake in her stomach as it felt like there were a million butterflies in her stomach that were trying to escape. Her breathing was beginning to come in short but heavy gasps as her heart began to feel like it was skipping beats. Allen continued to devour his wife's beautiful cunt. His lips remained plastered to her pussy even as her hips continued to undulate. Rapidly, Allen began to flutter his tongue as far as he could into her pussy extracting as much of her sweet nectar as he possibly could. The warm feeling of her slippery pussy juice caused his cock to ache as he began to grow hard for a second time. Just as Allen thought his wife was about to cum, he pulled his mouth from her and leaned back. "Please Lord Allen, please let me cum," Colleen begged as she struggled to pull her head up enough to look down at him. Allen just smiled and gazed into her lust filled eyes as the shower continued to rain down upon them, growing cooler as time went on. "Not yet," Allen said softly as he once again lowered his head as he slipped his hands under her hips. Using his hands, Allen lifted Colleen's hips up slightly. He could smell her pussy as her juices flowed freely with the water from the shower. The heat lamps above them were warm and soothing as Allen once again lowered his face between her spread legs. "OH FUCKING LORD AND MASTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" Colleen screamed as Allen began to flutter his tongue across Colleen's pink puckered asshole. It didn't take long before Colleen began to tremble and quiver. Allen continued to lick his wife's sphincter as the water from the shower ran over his tongue. Pushing harder, Allen felt her asshole begin to relax. Colleen began to thrash wildly on the tile floor of the shower as Allen finally pushed the tip of his tongue into her. Just as Allen knew she was about to cum, he removed his mouth and leaned back. Again, Colleen began to beg her husband to let her cum. The water was now almost completely cold but she was still comfortable as the heat lamps warmed her naked body. As she lay there before him, she continued to writhe in ecstasy as incoherent babble continued to flow out of her mouth. Sensing that she could take no more, Allen climbed up to his knees. He reached under her knees and lifted her legs up and placed her soft sexy calves on his shoulders. As he leaned forward, Colleen slid across the floor a bit until her head was in the corner against the edge of the tub and the wall. Allen pushed her a bit further until her neck bent and she could move no more. Allen pushed his member into her sopping wet hole in one quick motion. Once he was all the way inside her, he stopped moving and stared into his wife's nearly completely closed eyes. He could see the devotion; the love and the lust that she had as he remained still and completely buried inside her. "You may now cum," Allen said softly as he gazed down into Colleen's eyes. Without even moving a muscle, Allen could feel his wife begin to cum. She began to tremble and shake as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He could feel her pussy squeezing and sucking at his cock, as he remained lodged deeply inside her. "OH GODDDDDDDD," Colleen moaned nearly incoherently as she tried to move her head while she tightened her legs around her husband's neck. Suddenly Allen began to power fuck Colleen. His hips slammed into her with incredible force as she began to cum even harder. As she remained completely helpless beneath her husband with her head cocked in the corner, she was unable to move as her husband relentlessly fucked her. The now cold water rained down on Allen's back as he leaned over his wife even further, pushing her knees into her shoulders. He could feel her cumming continuously as his pelvis continued to slam into hers and his cock continued to slip in and out of her pussy like a piston. "Ughhhhhhhahhhhahhhahhh," Colleen moaned out continuously as her pinned body shook uncontrollably. Allen was now jack hammering her. As the cold water sprayed down upon them, Colleen was helpless as her bare feet flipped and flopped over her head as she continued to cum. Just then, Allen pulled out and quickly crawled up and straddled his wife's waist as he lowered her legs to the floor. "God yes," Colleen moaned out as she watched her husband begin to stroke his cock in her face. Colleen's eyes were glazed over as her mouth slowly opened. The cold water splashing in her face didn't deter her from watching her husband achieve nirvana. Just then, Allen began to grunt as he gazed down into his lovely wife's eyes. "Ughhhhh, Ughhhhh, Ughhhhh, Allen moaned over and over as suddenly stream after stream of hot sticky cum began to coat his wife's face. Colleen remained pinned to the floor but her tongue still managed to catch some of her husband's spunk. As she stared up into Allen's eyes, she could feel the burning sensations on her breasts as the last of his orgasm dribbled onto her breasts and nipples. Allen remained kneeling over his wife as his now half-limp cock remained in his hand. He admired his beautiful wife, as her face remained coated with cum. Their eyes lingered together for what seemed to be an eternity as the icy water of the shower rained down upon them. The only thing keeping them from freezing were the heat lamps that glowed and warmed them. "I love you Colleen," Allen said as he reached down and wiped some of his own cum off of Colleen's cheek before slipping his finger into her mouth. Hungrily, Colleen began to devour her Lord's finger as she sucked hard on it as her tongue cleaned all of his cum from it. Removing his finger from her mouth, Allen again wiped up some more of the remaining cum from her other cheek before sliding his finger back into her mouth. As Colleen stared up into her husband's eyes, she sucked on his finger as though she was giving him head. "I love you to Lord Allen," Colleen said as Allen slowly withdrew his finger from her mouth. Slowly, Allen climbed off of his trapped wife and stood up. Colleen remained laying on the floor as she watched her husband towering over her. As she waited for her husband to help her up, the cold water began to wash away the remnants of Allen's cum from her cheeks. As Allen remained standing over his wife, he gazed down into her eyes. Waiting a bit longer as if he was the lion waiting to kill his prey, Allen finally reached down with his hand to assist his Slave and wife. Colleen slowly lifted her arm and slipped her hand into Allen's and he pulled her up to her feet. Reaching for the water taps, Allen shut off the hot and cold water even though cold water was all that flowed from the tap. Allen watched as his wife, with wobbly legs, walked over to the towel rack. She took her towel and walked over and stood under the warm heat lamps. As she toweled off, Allen took his towel and joined her under the lamps. "Finish drying and go back to sleep," Allen said to his wife as he reached out and dried off her lower back with his towel. "Yes Lord Allen, I am so incredibly tired, I need to get some rest," Colleen said as she turned, stood up on the tips of her toes, and kissed her husband softly on the lips. Allen watched his naked wife walk over to the towel rack and hang up her towel. She walked over to the glass door and paused momentarily as she looked over her shoulder at her husband. Finally after a short pause, Colleen turned and walked to the bed. Allen hung up his towel and turned off the heat lamps before walking into the bedroom. It was still dark but he knew where he placed his robe. He reached into the partially opened closet and reached for his robe. Glancing over at the clock, it was now almost five thirty. He tied the robe around his body and walked over to the edge of the bed. "I'm going down to the office," Allen said as he bent down and kissed his wife on the forehead as she cuddled under the sheet. "O.K.," Colleen whispered as she turned on her side and drifted off to sleep. Allen walked out of the room and down the hallway to the stairs. He paused for a moment, as it was completely silent. Placing his hand on the railing, Allen slowly descended the stairs. As he made his way across the house, he reached his office. He opened the door and walked through total darkness until he reached his desk. He turned on the small brass lamp and the green glass shade lit up. Allen walked behind his desk and sat down. He just sat there for a moment as he replayed in his mind what just happened. A smile crept across his face as he remembered the look on Colleen's face when he gave her the facial. Looking over at the digital clock, it was only five forty five. Again he drifted off only this time to what transpired earlier down in the dungeon. Never in his wildest imagination did Allen ever think that any buyer would request that his newly purchased slave leave everything behind. Mr. Henderson though, was different. Allen didn't really care though since she did net him three quarters of a million dollars. Never before has a slave sold for such a price. As he sat there, he wondered if one million would ever be attainable. As Allen sat there thinking, he began wondering what he could do to break the one million-dollar mark. Allen reached for the switch on his computer and turned it on. As the computer began to boot up, he began to think about that unheard of price of a million bucks. As Allen sat there thinking, he began tapping his fingers on his desk. "Maybe if she is flawless and eighteen when I train the next one," Allen mumbled to himself as he sat there pondering his next move. Finally, his computer was ready and Allen just stared at the screen. He wanted to surprise his wife with a nice cruise and vacation but he wanted it to be a surprise. Finally, Allen reached for the keyboard and pulled it in front of him. He began searching various resort web pages with no luck. He wanted something nice but not ultra elegant. Basically, he wanted to go and have fun and relax without having to impress anyone. Page after page, Allen searched for something that he liked and that he could go on soon. Each page yielded nothing of his liking. Disgusted, Allen pushed the keyboard away. His thoughts drifted back to Tamar and how long it took to train her. She took a little longer to train than the other previous five slaves but she did bring in considerably more money. Again, Allen began to ponder the million-dollar question. "Maybe an eighteen year old virgin," Allen said softly as he closed his eyes and envisioned a hot young slave. Sold Ch. 02 Opening his eyes, Allen again slid the keyboard in front of him. He began searching more web sites looking for the perfect vacation. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and he sat up strait in his chair. As he read the description of the cruise, Allen knew that he found what he was looking for. Quickly, Allen began typing all of the relevant information. He had to enter all sorts of information before finally getting the chance to double-check everything that he had entered. As he scanned over what he just typed, he found no errors. Allen reached down and pulled open the drawer of the filing cabinet. He quickly pulled out the file from his credit card company and opened it. He pulled out a document that contained his credit card number and began to type in his number. Again he quickly double-checked to make sure that he entered the number correctly before finally submitting all of his information. Immediately he noticed he received e-mail so he checked to make sure that it was a verification notice from the cruise line. Sure enough, when he opened it, the message confirmed his purchase of the cruise. Allen leaned back in his chair, as his eyes remained transfixed on the computer screen. Even though he was looking at the monitor, his mind again drifted to the possibility of a million-dollar slave. Visions of hot young eighteen-year-old slaves began dancing through his mind. Somehow, deep down in his mind, Allen knew that he had to begin training the ultimate slave in order to reach the one million-dollar mark. Glancing over at the clock, Allen noticed that it was six-fifteen. He reached over and picked up the phone. He placed the receiver between his ear and shoulder and reached out to push the button for extension ten. He pushed the button and heard the long beep in his ear. Just then, the other end of the phone was answered. "Yes Lord Allen, what would you like from me?" Julianna asked softly with a slightly dry voice. "Please bring me a cup of coffee, I am in my study," Allen said as he continued to relax back in his chair. "Yes Lord Allen," Julianna said softly, "Would you like me to make a cup for Mistress Colleen?" "No, she is asleep," Lord Allen said as he slowly lowered the receiver to the phone and hung up. Allen sat there patiently just staring into the now blank computer screen. As he sat there, he began thinking once again about the possibilities of a million-dollar slave. Having sold five previous slaves before Tamar had netted Allen a very nice income. In fact, they paid for the luxurious mansion that he now lived in. But still, not one slave has ever sold for as much as one million dollars. Allen took a deep breath as he began thinking about the slaves that he had trained and sold. Diane, Brooke, Kimberly and Celia only sold for a combined total of nine hundred and seventy five thousand. But the last two that he trained and sold were different. Tracy and Tamar combined for over one point three million. Allen knew that he was onto something big, now he just had to figure out what it was and how not to screw it up. As Allen sat there at his desk thinking about how he was going to train his ultimate slave, he heard the sound of stilettos walking in the hall. The clicking sound grew louder as he knew that Julianna was bringing him his cup of coffee. Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. "Enter," Allen called out as he watched the gold handle begin to turn on the door before slowly opening. Allen gazed longingly at Julianna as she slowly approached his desk with a cup of coffee in hand. He quickly scanned the very first slave he ever trained from before he was married to make sure she was dressed properly. "Stop," Allen called out to Slave Julianna, as she was midway between his desk and the door. Allen scanned down her front side as she was dressed in her correct uniform. The French maid uniform was flawless. The white trim looked incredible against the black material as it covered her well-toned and well-tanned body. Even in the dim light Allen could see the defined muscles that she had developed since submitting to him as his slave. Allen's eyes became lost momentarily in her ample cleavage that was evident in the low cut front of her uniform. Her thirty eight-D breasts looked magnificent, as the very top edges of her areolas were visible just above the ruffled white trim. Allen snapped out of his gaze as the steam that was rising out of the coffee cup that she was holding caught his attention. He quickly scanned down her front side to her legs, again noticing how incredibly toned she was. As his eyes dropped lower, his gaze fell upon her incredibly gorgeous feet. Again, part of Slave Julianna's uniform are the stilettos on her feet. Already at five feet seven, Slave Julianna towered in the six-inch stilettos, making her appear dominating, something that she wasn't. Her well manicured, well-polished toes looked absolutely perfect as she stood before her Lord and Master. The thin black strap the crossed over her foot and the thin black strap that wrapped around her ankle gave her feet definition that any photographer would love to take pictures of. Just then, Allen's eyes lifted up to Julianna's eyes. "Lift your skirt," Allen said softly as his eyes slowly lowered to Julianna's hips. Holding the coffee cup with one hand, Julianna reached down and lifted her skirt for her Lord and Master. She waited for her owner to finish his inspection as she exposed her crotchless panties to him. She watched as her Lord lifted his eyes to hers and spoke. "Please bring me my coffee," Allen said softly as he was proud of his slave for being in proper attire and being ever so particular about it. Julianna walked to the front of the desk and sat the coffee down on a coaster that Allen had set out for her. After she set the cup of coffee down on the desk, Julianna took two steps back from his desk and knelt down. She bowed her head as was required of her causing her brown hair to hang down, covering the sides of her face. As she knelt there, she waited for her Lord to issue his next command. "You may look up at me," Allen said softly as he watched his twenty-seven year old slave lift her head and stare into his eyes. As Allen looked into Slave Julianna's green eyes, he again thought about the possibilities of a slave selling for a million dollars. Slave Julianna continued to kneel before her Lord and Master as he continued to gaze into her beautiful hazel yes. Allen thought back to college when he trained her. At that time, she was a virgin and she was eighteen. As he sat there, Allen wondered if Julianna was trained today at eighteen and a virgin, could he possibly sell her for a million bucks? "I want you to get Slave Alexandria and report back to my office at eight o'clock," Allen said as he gazed longingly into Slave Julianna's eyes. "You are to bring her here and kneel in the same spot as always," Allen said as his gaze dropped to his slave's cleavage and the tops of her areolas. "May I ask you a question Lord Allen?" Slave Julianna asked as her head tilted slightly while staring back into her Lord and Master's eyes. "Yes you may," Allen said as he glanced over to the clock to see what time it was. "Is..." "Is..." "Is..." was all Slave Julianna could utter as she looked down at the floor, as she remained kneeling before her owner. "What is it, spit it out," Lord Allen said as he looked down at the top of his slaves brown hair. "Is Tamar gone, did you auction her off?" Slave Julianna asked as her head lifted and she stared into Lord Allen's eyes as tears began welling up in her own eyes as if she already knew the answer to her own question. Allen sat there for a moment waiting to see if a tear was going to trickle out of his slave's eye. As he waited, he quickly thought about his answer. Realizing that his slave regained her composure, Allen gave her his answer. "When you return with Slave Alexandria I will fill you in on what happened," Lord Allen said as he gazed into his slave's eyes. "You may leave," Allen said as he pulled his eyes from his slave and looked at the computer screen as he pulled the keyboard in front of him. Without looking at his slave, Allen could hear her standing up before walking to the door. The door opened before she slipped through it and closed it. As Allen continued to look at his computer, he could hear Slave Julianna's stilettos clicking as she walked away from his office. Just then, it was again totally silent. Again, Allen's thoughts returned to the possibilities of a million-dollar slave. He began thinking back to all of the previous girls he had trained. As he sat there he tried to compare and contrast the girls compared to the last two, Tracy and Tamar. As he sat there thinking about them, the only coincidence that he could come up with was that both Tracy and Tamar begin with the letter T. Allen shook his head and looked over at the clock again. It was now just after seven and he knew that his sister would be awake. Reaching over for the phone, Allen picked up the receiver and dialed her phone number. As the phone rang, Allen continued to work on his plan to surprise his wife. He needed his sister to help him out with something so he could have Slaves Julianna and Alexandria complete the other part of his plan. Just then, Carla answered the phone. "Hello," Carla said in her normal casual voice. At first, Allen began chatting with his sister about several things. They caught up on things that were happening in their lives because they just didn't spend a lot of time together. Being five years older than Allen, Carla was married and lived about ten miles away. Finally after a nice long chat, Allen decided to ask his sister if she could help him. "Can you do me a favor?" Allen asked of his sister as he sat there hoping that she would indeed help him. "Well, that depends on what you want," Carla said as she grew curious as to what her brother might want. Allen paused briefly as he made sure that the words were going to come out right. He took a deep breath and told her his plan. "I am taking Colleen on a cruise and I want to surprise her. I want to know if you can take her shopping for the day so I can pack her stuff up and surprise her," Allen said as he waited with great anticipation for what his sister would say. "I can do that," Carla said on the other end of the phone, "What time should I come get her?" "Make it twelve o'clock," Allen said as he grinned and smiled because he knew that his plan would now come off without a hitch. "I'll be there," Carla said with excitement in her voice. "I hate to cut you short, but Ken is getting ready to leave for work and I have to go say good-bye to him," Carla said just before hanging up the phone. Allen hung up his receiver and leaned back in his chair. Looking at the clock he realized that he talked to his sister for a considerable amount of time. Slaves Julianna and Alexandria were due in his office in about twenty minutes and Allen once again went over his game plan in his head. "Remembering that Slave Julianna brought him a cup of coffee, Allen reached out and picked up the mug. He made a disheartening look on his face as he realized that the coffee was now completely cold. Allen became so lost in his plan and the possibilities of a million-dollar slave that he forgot to drink his coffee. He took a sip and set the mug back down, as he was not a fan of cold coffee. Looking over at the clock, it was nearly eight o'clock. Again, Allen could hear the sound of stilettos clicking on the tile floor outside his office. This time, he could hear both sets of stilettos as the sound grew louder. Just then, the clicking sound stopped and Allen knew that both of his slaves were standing right outside his office door. Looking over at the clock, Allen watched it flip from seven fifty nine to eight o'clock. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Enter," Lord Allen called out as he stared at the doorknob. Allen watched as the handle slowly turned and the door opened. Both Julianna and Alexandria walked into Lord Allen's office, closed the door and walked toward his desk. "Stop," Allen said softly as he gazed at Slave Alexandria. She too wore the required French maids' uniform. Allen noticed the nicely ruffled white lace that outlined her uniform as everything appeared in place. Looking at her cleavage, she too showed just the top edges of her areolas as her thirty six-DD breasts hung freely under her uniform. Scanning down, Allen noticed that her skirt was neatly ironed and that the hem just barely covered her ass. Allen scanned down her well-sculpted legs that were slightly longer than Slave Julianna's to her well-defined feet. Her feet were encased in the exact same pair of stilettos that Slave Julianna wore. Lord Allen noticed that Slave Alexandria's toes were French manicured and polished as Slave Julianna's as they looked delectable in her open toe stilettos. Looking up, Allen gazed into Slave Alexandria's eyes he was drawn to her long thick lashes. Her dark almost black cat shaped eyes sparkled in the dim light as her long thick black hair appeared shiny and looked perfect. The bright red lipstick on her full mouth made her face look incredibly desirable. As Lord Allen sat there inspecting his other slave, a slave he acquired from his wife before they were married, he noticed how they looked so alike. "Slave Julianna, lift Slave Alexandria's skirt," Allen said softly as his eyes fell from Alexandria's eyes to her hips. Instantly Slave Julianna reached over and lifted her sister slave's skirt. Again, Allen feasted his eyes on her crotchless panties, as her shaved pussy was completely visible. Allen nodded his head and Slave Julianna slowly lowered her uniform. "Proceed, Allen said softly as he watched both of his Slaves walk a few more steps closer to his desk before kneeling down in front of him. Both slaves bowed their head down as their hair covered part of their faces. Allen waited a moment as he gazed down at both beautiful slaves. "You may look up at me," Lord Allen said softly as he watched both lovely slaves lift their heads slowly. "I know you have many questions so I will tell you what you need to know. Slave Tamar has been auctioned off. She was sold to the highest bidder yesterday who has since taken her away from here. Other than that, you do not need to know anything else. Is that understood?" Allen said as he gazed back and forth from Slave Julianna to Slave Alexandria. "Yes Lord and Master," both slaves said simultaneously. "The reason that I have summonsed you is because I have a project for both of you. This is a plan of mine and it has to be pulled off without a hitch or else there will be consequences," Allen said as both slaves continued to look at him without even blinking an eye. "I am taking Mistress Colleen on a cruise and vacation. We will be leaving tonight. I called my sister and she will be arriving at twelve o'clock to pick her up and take her shopping. This will get her out of the house for a few hours. At this time you two will be given a list and will pack her luggage for the vacation. Are these instructions clear?" Lord Allen asked as he noticed a slight look of confusion on Slave Alexandria's face. "When will you give us the list of what you want packed?" Slave Alexandria asked inquisitively. "When Carla picks up Colleen and they leave, I will escort both of you to our bedroom where I will then give you the list," Allen said as suddenly Alexandria seemed to understand completely as she nodded her head. "You both are excused to go work on your chores," Lord Allen said as he sat back and watched both Slave Julianna and Slave Alexandria stand up and walk toward the door. The door closed and Allen listened to the sound of their heels grow more distant until it was completely silent. Allen sat back even farther in his chair as he smiled, as he was soon to be on vacation with his lovely wife. After waiting for a few minutes, Lord Allen decided to go out by the pool. He locked his office and walked across the house to the beautiful double doors that led to the back yard. Along the way, Allen could see Slave Julianna as she was on her knees scrubbing the floor in the half bath located by the double doors. Allen pushed the doors open and stepped out into the well-manicured and well-designed yard. Allen walked over to one of the lounge chairs and gazed out into the large yard. Everything was in perfect order as he took a deep breath and took off his robe. He dropped the robe onto the cement deck and stood completely naked as he dove head first into the refreshingly chilly water. After swimming several laps, Allen climbed out of the pool and positioned his chair in the sun. He lay down and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the warm feel of the sun on his naked body. As he lay there, he once again began thinking about the possibilities of a million-dollar slave. Lord Allen became lost in his quest for the perfect slave until he heard his beautiful wife call out to him. Looking up to his bedroom balcony, Allen saw his gorgeous wife looking down at him. She waved as she stood there with her bare breasts glowing in the sun. As Allen waved back at his wife, she turned around and disappeared. Moments later, Allen heard the double doors open and he heard the sound of stilettos clicking on the concrete deck. Looking over, Allen watched as his naked wife walked to his side. She stepped out of her stiletto sandals and dove head first into the pool. Lord Allen watched his wife swim several laps. He admired the way her golden skin reflected the sunlight, causing her body to glimmer. Finally, she climbed out of the pool and walked back to her husband. Allen always loved the effect cold water had on his wife's breasts. Her nipples were rock solid and stuck out close to three-quarters of an inch. They stuck out so far in fact that the hoops hanging from them were able to swing back and forth because they were pushed so far away from her breasts. Colleen pulled a lounge chair next to her husbands and lay on her back. Allen could see that her shaved pussy was still a little swelled from the intense fucking that he gave her earlier. The sunlight shimmering off of the golden ring that was hanging from her hood caught his attention. "Carla will be picking you up at twelve and taking you shopping," Lord Allen said as he gazed at his wife's huge breasts as they pointed toward the sky. "Gee, what's the occasion?" Colleen asked as she shaded her eyes with her hand and turned her head to look at her husband. "I think that you need to get out and have a little fun," Allen said as he rolled over onto his stomach, turning his head and looking at his wife in the process. "I'm sorry honey, and it's nothing against your sister, but how in the world do you expect me to have fun with such a prudish person?" Colleen asked as she too rolled over onto her stomach. "She's not prudish," Allen said as he reached down and hooked his pinky finger around his wife's pinky. "Just look at the way she dresses, she always wears such over sized clothes and never seems to enjoy herself. Hell, she might as well be a nun," Colleen said as she squeezed her Lord and Master's finger. "Well, maybe you could go out with her more often and loosen her up a bit," Allen said as he enjoyed the warm rays of the sun beating down on his naked back side. Maybe if I get her drunk," Colleen said as she chuckled. "I know she has to have a body under all of those frumpy clothes she wears, maybe I'll buy her a new outfit," Colleen said as she gazed into her husband's eyes. "Just don't chase her away," Lord Allen said as he looked into the house through the double doors and saw one of the slaves working on the floor. Sold Ch. 02 They both continued to lay in the sun silently for a while. Not a word was said as they each took turns turning over to avoid being burned. Finally after a long silent spell, Colleen leaned up on her elbows and looked at her husband. "Oh no, I don't like that look on your face, you are up to no good. Every time I see that look on your face, you get yourself into some kind of trouble," Allen said as he leaned up on his elbows to look at her. "I know what I'm gonna do with your sister," Colleen said with a shit eating grin on her face. "I'm afraid to ask," Allen said as he noticed how incredibly long and hard his wife's nipples became. "I'm gonna invite her to my next party in a couple of weeks," Colleen said as she smiled from ear to ear. "Absolutely not! There is no way I am going to let you invite my sister to one of your sex toy parties," Allen said as he leaned back down onto his back and closed his eyes. "Come on, it will be fun, maybe that will be just the thing to loosen her up a bit, who knows, maybe she'll buy something," Colleen said as she noticed her husband's cock begin to stir slightly. "Stop talking about my sister like this and no, you cannot invite her to your party, I forbid it," Allen said as he rolled over onto his stomach. Again there was a long stretch of time where it was silent. As they lay there in the sun, they both became lost in the sounds of the nature that surrounded them. The wind occasionally caused the wind chime to make its unmistakable sound along with the leaves rustling in the wind. Suddenly Allen realized that it was getting late and he leaned up and looked at his wife. "You better go take a shower, Carla will be here soon," Allen said as he watched his wife turn her head and look over at him. There was another pause where Colleen just closed her eyes like she was sleeping. Allen pulled himself up and stood up before extending his hand down to help Colleen up. Colleen slipped her hand into her husband's and he pulled her to her feet. She stepped into her stilettos and placed her arm around her Lord and Master's back. Together Allen and his wife both walked to the house. Just as they were about to open the doors, they swung open, Slave Julianna pushing one door open while Slave Alexandria pushing the other. Both slaves stood there holding the doors open as Allen led his wife into the house. Once inside, the two slaves closed the doors. Allen watched as Colleen walked across the floor to the stairs. He just loved the way she swung her ass when she walked in stilettos. As she ascended the stairs, she disappeared from sight. "And you two know your assignments?" Allen asked both slaves as they stood on each side of him still clad in their French Maids' uniforms. "Yes Lord Allen," Slave Alexandria said softly as she gazed into her Lord and Master's eyes. Looking over at Slave Julianna, Allen watched her nod her head as she answered, "Yes your Lordship, I understand completely." Allen quickly walked from between his two lovely slaves and walked to his office. He unlocked the door and walked over to his desk. Still naked, Allen sat down and began scribbling his request list for what he wanted his slaves to pack for his wife. As he scribbled on the paper, there was a knock at the door. Looking up, it was Slave Alexandria. She was standing in the doorway holding his robe, the robe that he left by the pool. "Lord Allen, would you like your robe or should I launder it?" she asked as she held up the robe for him to see it. "Please wash it," Allen said as he returned his attention to the pad he was scribbling on. As he continued to jot down words, he could hear Slave Alexandria's heals clicking on the tile floor as she walked toward the laundry room. Allen wrote down a few more words and set down his pen. Allen flipped the note upside down and got up from behind his desk. He quickly walked over to the door and closed it on his way out. He made his way up the stairs and then into his bedroom. As he entered the room, his lovely wife was sitting at the vanity fixing her hair. "Do these clothes meet your approval to be out with your sister?" Colleen asked as she stood up and turned around to face her husband. Allen inspected his wife closely as he knew that his sister knew nothing of their different lifestyle. Allen always went out of his way to make his house appear normal whenever his family came over. He nodded his head giving his wife the green light that he approved of the button down white blouse and the short denim skirt she was wearing. Even her shoes, white Keds and white socks met her husband's approval. Allen quickly slipped into a pair of jeans and a tee shirt while Colleen was finishing her hair. Glancing over at the digital clock next to the bed, Allen realized that it was only a couple minutes till twelve. "Let's go down to meet Carla," Allen said as he walked over toward the door. Colleen fumbled through her purse to make sure that she had everything she needed before finally walking to her husband. She stepped up on the tips of her toes and kissed him softly. Looking into his eyes she felt so alive and so loved. "I love you Allen," Colleen said softly as she leaned into him a little harder. "I love you too Colleen," Allen said as he leaned down and kissed his wife softly on the lips. Allen pulled the door open just in time as Slave Alexandria and Slave Julianna walked past on their way to their own rooms. They knew that whenever Lord Allen's family came over, they had to go to their rooms and remain unseen and unheard. Allen and Colleen stepped into the hallway and Allen closed the door. Together they walked down to the main floor of the house. As they made their way toward the foyer, there was a knock at the door. Allen turned the knob and opened the door allowing his sister to step into the foyer. "Hi," Carla said softly as she stood before her brother and sister wearing a long pleated skirt and an over sized long sleeve sweater. "Aren't you a little warm in a sweater?" Colleen asked Carla as she gazed up and down her apparel before looking up at her husband. "I'm fine, in fact, I might look for a new top while we are out," Carla said as she reached up and wound her short reddish brown hair in her finger. "And I can help you," Colleen said with a smile on her face and a chuckle in her voice. "We can find something that will match those green eyes of yours," Colleen said as she reached out for the door and pushed it open. Colleen walked out first and Carla looked over her shoulder at her brother who smiled and nodded at her. Allen gazed into her beautiful green eyes before bending down to whisper in her ear. "Have her back by three. She still has no idea about the surprise I have for her," Allen whispered softly in her ear, noticing the sweet smelling perfume that she was wearing. "No problem," Carla whispered back as she turned and walked out to meet Colleen at her car.