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Training Notes

By: chloejacobs83



"Keep her at it until she can hit 8 every time."

"Yessir."

I was naked on my knees in pink panties only. No one cared about my cunt while I was in blowjob training. Plus it was my period. He was behind her, helping to adjust and tighten the strapon she would use. It went up to 10 inches but he'd set the goal at an easy level. Working to build my confidence before the final practice session scheduled in 2 days. I felt ready but then I'd always been a confident sort of girl.

"The boys will appreciate 8 – especially if she keeps up some good tongue work while they gag her."

"Yessir."

The dildo was on her and she began to lube it for me. These new self-lubing deals are much nicer. She just presses a control on the strap at her hip and a small amount of soupy, salty liquid excretes from the black rubber monster keeping it shiny and slick. Both the tip and the sides of the cock stay wet and suckable so much longer that way.

"I'll be back in about 2 hours and we'll set where we are then."

"Yessir."

I smiled at them both then and I bet they knew it even though my eyes were down on the carpet. I was always happy at those "Yessirs", not that we had much choice in any of the matters being discussed but because he had allowed us to avoid the corny "Master" BS so many of the other owners adopt. We were his. That was enough.

He walked out without another look at either of us. She approached, fisting the cock to spread the moisture. My mouth was open. We began.

It was the middle of my 2nd week in the house. I was kind of a rush job since the prior girl had flunked out only a month before the real test. It took them a week to find me and that meant they had 3 weeks total for my training. I had exactly one week now until I'd be tested for real.

Everyone on staff had been so considerate, but I realized they had to be for fear of losing another girl before the test. But I was already leaning not to take that for granted. It was in their interest to treat me well but firmly while getting me ready. Once the show ended who knows what they'd be like. As for the other girls, some were nice, some were bitches and some were cunts – and not in a good way either.

For the first 2 days I did nothing but practice kneeling, presenting and serving. That and being nude 24 x 7, which is a strange thing at the beginning. Then I had 5 days of increasingly arduous fucking practice – pussy only, but every position you can imagine and dozens I know that I had never imagined. Nights were generally with the girls, learning to eat pussy, to be eaten and how to serve other slaves. By the 8th day I knew that I was doing well. There were little whispers from the trainers after I'd completed an exercise. There were the comments from the boys they'd brought in to help test my fucking. There were the comments from Jack, who was the husband of one of the girls. There were the daggers shot at me by the other girls. I was moving ahead of them on the charts he kept.

My period is completely regular. So they timed my blowjob training to it. But the this training was harder for me. He said I had a "narrow throat," and that that was both a blessing and a hindrance. Most of the training was either me solo sucking on a dildo (under staff supervision of course) or one of the girls doing my mouth with a strapon. I preferred getting done by the girls of course – and the 2 nights he'd let me suck his cock at the end of the day. For the first 2 days I cried at night once the other girls were asleep. But by the 3rd day I felt I was making progress. My throat was accommodating fatter and longer dicks. My sucking was getting better once I could stop worrying about the throat. My swallowing and display improved rapidly. Once again the girls turned on me – the looks of pity and gloating over me were replaced with the same daggers they'd used after watching me get fucked by the three 18 year old boys.

When he got back he took her out of my mouth and they left the room to confer. I knelt and waited. After 10 minutes they came back in. Her strapon was off. She took cuffs and placed them on my wrists behind my back. He came forward to caress my tit, and then let his finger drift to my mouth to let me suck it.

She knelt beside me and unzipped his pants. She removed his trousers and stood to fold them. Then she removed his boxers and shirt and laid them gently on the chair in his office. He long thick cock was flaccid, dark chocolate with a purple head and a long tasty slit. I'd had him in my mouth twice before. 

I waddled on my knees to him and began to lick the head. Then along the sides and bent under his package to lick his balls. As I worked his balls I could feel the cock growing by the way it brushed against my face and hair. I'd take time sucking each ball and then lift up to lick along the fat and growing underside of the cock. Then back to the balls. He would let me know when it was time for more.

I heard him groan then, and smiled the way girls learn to smile with a cock in their mouth. But then a different sound which made me nervous. He sounded annoyed. Before I could freak he spoke.

"I should've left that on you. See how she can take a cock while she is sucking."

"Yessir. I can do it. Or Jill is right outside. She can strap me in tight."

"Go."

I went back to licking his nuts and heard her leave. His hand reached down to fondle my tit, followed by a little chuck on the head. I lift up and licked around the crown of the head, soft little fluttery kisses and licks. Probably the only control I had was to tease just 5 more seconds before really beginning. But I knew not to push it. The head popped into my mouth easily as I stretched wide. Now I could work the tongue over and on top of the head. I got myself wet inside and went down. But slow and slutty. That's what we were taught. Never rush. Never be in a hurry for cum. Let him decide. 

I stretched my mouth and took half his cock, dragging my lips slowly over every ridge, every vein, and his nice slit. Both going down and coming out. Twice I did that before I heard the door open. A slight chill of the AC from the other room helped stiffen my nipples as I heard her pad back behind me. Before she could do it I went deep. At least 8 inches on that one. Letting him know the goal he'd set was easy enough now for me. Despite how thick he was.

He pulled out of my mouth and rolled me gently on my side so she could strip off my panties. I wasn't too worried about my period which was about done. I could feel her removing the tampon and saw her black cock waving obscenely over my breasts. Then he lifted me back to my knees.

I felt her slide to the floor behind me. His arms were lifting me up, placing me over the dildo she wore. He let me sink – slowly – over the monster. He was gentle, not wanting to break his slut on the damned thing. He had to worry about keeping me tight for the show and I could already feel she'd put on one of the slender, easier dildos to fuck me.

My pussy exploded in orgasm. He'd let me cum. But his cock was back in my mouth before I could savor it. It was like a rocket went off inside me and then I had to go back to surgery without missing a beat. So I did. But now it was a double surgery because I had to ride up and down her cock while using my mouth on his cock. My thighs would be sore afterwards but this is what I'd been trained for. 

I set my cunt and thighs on auto-pilot so I could attend the main task. The problem was that little rippling orgasms kept shooting through me from her fucking. She was good too. But I gave him the full 8 again and a hot little tongue bath of swirls and dips and caresses and lip dragging. I was saying to myself: slow, slutty, for as long as he wants. Then licked around the head again.

I built up the moisture in my mouth. I came again as she fucked me harder, wondering that girl could fuck my pussy this well. But I was going in hard now on him, heading for the hard root of the beast and felt him pop into my throat. I kept going driving the head deeper in me than I thought I could. I heard him then. A sharp intake of breath let me know that he approved. So I went deeper.

I almost had my nose in his pubic hair when I had to give up or suffocate. I felt my pussy opening for her and she was fucking me deeper. I nibbled and sucked and lathed the head and the first couple of inches to prepare for it again. I heard her moan softly. Was she cumming too? But mostly I heard what I needed to hear. His breathing had become ragged. I felt his hand at the back of my head. So now.

I went in slow. Making him wait for it. No pressure from his hand, just guidance. I was deep now and his sounds became more pronounced. I sped up a bit to get beyond the 8 inches he'd demanded. I popped him into my throat again and he began to fuck me there for the first time. I waited as long as I could. Then I fake swallowed to constrict my throat muscles around his hard cock. And got a bigger cry of pleasure from him. I let him fuck me then. Constrict and fuck. Fuck and constrict.

Then I had to breathe. But he was there. I got the cock all the way out to my lips and started pistoning on her cock more rapidly wondering if I could make her cum again. I knew some of the girls were saying I was a show off. So what? My cunt was on fire as I reached in again to suck him deeper. This time I got half way down on him when he came. Hard. Loud. Now his hand was pressing my head in. But the cum needed to go in my mouth rather than down my throat right away. So I stiffened my neck and let his jets assault the top of my mouth and tongue. I knew I could fill up and keep sucking. So I did.

Then I was cumming too. But I kept sucking. And my mouth was filled and I could use the sperm to coat my tongue and bath his cock. His hands were in my hair and I could feel some of the semen drip from the corned or my mouth. Damn! I kept sucking for all I was worth, but softer and more gently now. Still worshipping, but calmer. I felt cum sliding over my chin.

He released my head. She'd stopped fucking and I felt it plunge deeper in my cunt and my thigh muscles went slack. I slowed my mouth to a hot mouth drag as I released the cock with a pop. I closed my mouth to hold it in. Then went back to clean him. It's hard to do with a mouth full of cum since you track more sperm on his dick with every bit that you clean. Still I had him pretty clean after 2 or 3 trips down. 

He pulled out – still hard but as clean as I could get him. Then she pulled out of me and I could feel her roll over beside me with the same funny little girl noises I'd have made if my mouth weren't full. He stood before me, letting the fat cock wave in my face. I bent in and kissed up and down till he pulled farther back. So I resumed my kneeling position and could feel her hand stroking my ass.

He lifted my chin. I opened up to show him the treat. He nodded at me then and I swallowed it. Now I was licking my lips to clean them, but felt ashamed of the cum I'd spilled. My first female trainer had said our mission was "Down the hatch, girls." And mostly I had done that. But not completely. 

He was addressing me.

"Now she needs to cum."

"Yessir."

I turned on my knees to find her spread eagled behind me but with the wet dildo still blocking her cunt. I was cuffed so I waited. He strode to her and unbuckled her while she lay on her back. H pulled the thing off her and the black cock slapped me hard in the face as he did so. I don't think either one of them noticed. 

She lifted her knees and I bent forward, trying to balance to eat her pussy with my arms behind me. I got down to it. Her musky odor told me she had already cum at least once. The lips of her shaved pussy were engorged and slick. And I licked along her slit and up to her fiery red nub. So different than a cock!

I wanted to show them both that I could take her long slow and slutty too. But the little bitch came after I licked for no more than 30 seconds. I smiled into her puss knowing that I could make her eat me later that night.

He was lifting me then. But he chose to keep the cuffs on me. I was right in front of the mirror on his office wall and could see the look of ravaged cocksucker/cuntlicker on my face then. It was pretty. I blushed with excitement and pride and shame all at once. But I also saw dried patches of cum on my face and tits. Would I be punished for that?

He didn't say another word to me. To her he said:

"Give her another light workout to let her cool down. Nothing too hard. She's done well."

"Yessir."

I could feel him look down at me as I heard her rise. My eyes were to the floor but I knew. 

"You know I should have pierced her nipple when she first arrived. Now it's too late until after."

"Yessir. But...."

"Go on."

"Well, maybe when she's branded afterwards. Do them the same day? It might give us more production from her."

His voice was toneless. "Maybe so. We'll see." And he was gone.

My head was swimming. She'd as much as guaranteed my brand right in front of him. I knew he wouldn't like that. She must have known so too. I could see tears in her eyes when she began finger fucking me a minute later.

Training Notes: Chloe's Story Ch. 01



At this time there were 9 girls in Rogonfeldt House. Two of us, me and Wendy Olson, a self-proclaimed 'farm girl' from Minnesota, were unbranded as yet. Two of us, Bethany Szochet (who you already know) and Sam Welton, were considered house sluts and not likely to be sold off for at least a few years. Two more of us, Kathy Jones from Carmel and Rainee Bizot from New Orleans were first year girls under brand but not ready for sale. That left 3 girls, Emily Wennington (who you also know), Martha Gaines from L.A. and Juliette Cremlau, a German girl, who were about to go to auction in a month. My name, which I chose not to reveal earlier, is Chloe Jacobs. How I got here is a story in itself which I will tell in due course.

But what did the 9 of us have in common? Not much in one sense, but enough. We were all sluts. We had all chosen the life. We were committed body and soul to our Master and to the house and its interests. We tended, with the exception of Rainee, to have smaller tits than were common at other quality houses. We also tended, one and all, to have high, tight, round asses. That was the house specialty. We were, by definition, submissive.

I mentioned earlier that our brand location was under the globe of the girl's ass. You might say that spot was selected for the beauty of our asses, but of course the reality was that we were selected into Rogonfeldt because our asses were fine and because a house brand under the globe, and just above the crease where the back thigh meets the ass, would show those asses off to their nicest effect.

Rainee was black but very lightly shaded, the rest of the girls were white. Rainee's tits were extraordinary, not just compared to the rest of us, but compared to any girl in any house. Men loved to cum on her tits to mark their conquest of such perfection. Quiet Sam, and in our house you almost cannot mention her name without the prefix 'quiet', was considered our best cocksucker. When not servicing Master or his designees you almost could not get a word from her. She alternated between a dreamy poetic state and a more thoughtful state -- but what she thought about it was hard to say. But when she was sucking a man's cock there was no denying her focus and attention to detail. Emily was a young beauty with flawless skin and face who handled virtually all her sexual tasks with beauty and a lively submission. She was considered the best at eating pussy.

Juliette could cum most easily from getting fucked in the ass. Her specialty was to take a man up her ass, cum, twirl to suck his cock, and then take a facial. Those of us who saw this were in awe every time. Martha was a redheaded Scots girl who could fuck nonstop for hours after the rest of us fell from exhaustion. Hers was undoubtedly the prettiest cunt of our lot, I think the prettiest any of us had ever seen, and was the only one Master allowed unwaxed and unshaved because it enhanced her nicest asset. The combination of fragility and endurance in a cunt is highly unusual and highly prized.

Bethany was currently in trouble for breaking the taboo against discussing my brand in advance. But trouble or not Master clearly considered her one of the house's most valuable assets. He had made her lead house slut because she was so versatile in service, presentation and the mentoring of other sluts. Some unknown punishment -- possibly including demotion from lead girl -- awaited her. Kathy was, I'm sorry, an over privileged airhead of a girl, who happened to be very beautiful and happened to express the soul of a true slut (at least with men) despite her air of superiority.

And that leaves the new girls, me and Wendy. About myself I will say only that these writings will reveal over time my strengths and weaknesses. The short bio is that I had followed a boyfriend west from Greenwich Village when I was 17, dumped him in L.A., gravitated to the Bay Area, and realized my calling by meeting another slut at a (straight) party while she was on vacation. I ended up eating her pussy that night in a callow show of appreciation -- and then she went down on me and I began to understood the difference between a trained girl like her and a wannabe like me. But I was underway, and 7 months later ended up (thank God!) at Rogonfeldt.

And Wendy? Our Minnesota farm girl was all right. She was naïve in every possible way and obedient in every possible way. She was pretty but not beautiful, with shapely medium sized tits, the required ass, and a charming crooked smile. Energetic in her service but not a natural. She, of all of us, had the greatest risk of not getting to the brand. I say this knowing that I hereby break the same taboo that currently has Bethany in hot water. But I have to. None of this will make sense if you don't understand that I knew this almost from the day I met Wendy. Still, she was a very nice girl.

I liked most of the girls. Emily was my favorite, the only girl there I could imagine loving as a close girlfriend, and I had a high regard for Sam's obvious intelligence and character. I did not like Kathy (as you could tell) but was extra careful to please her when called upon, as a good slut would. I had made her cum many times and learned to smile up at the supercilious grin she bestowed on any girl who got her off. I did not especially care for Juliette either, although I couldn't exactly say why. I was envious really only of 1 girl: Martha and her beautiful cunt. But then we all were I think. And Martha was a nice girl in every way. 

Emily, Martha and Juliette had all be in house between a year and a half and 2 years. They were ready for the block. We knew even without being supposed to know that Master expected a huge price, possibly in the $2 million plus range, for both Emily and Martha. Juliette was expected to bring in a good price somewhere around $1.5 million. The Arab buyers in particular would make sure her price stated above the regional average since they tend to love a girl who can fuck so proficiently with her ass. But it was understood that all buyers would push the prices for Emily and Martha.

The impending auction meant that Master was exceptionally busy finding girls to replace the ones he would lose. He wanted just 3 more, but realized anything between 2 and 4 would be acceptable so long as they were girls who kept the quality and prices high.

Master is John G. Rogonfeldt III, and I mean no disrespect by bringing him on the stage after the girls. He will understand, I feel sure, that the story is about the girls, and that it is the girls who needed understanding above all. Briefly then, Master is the 2nd real master of Rogonfeldt House; his father having founded the house 26 years earlier. Master's age is 41, and he has been in charge for the 11 years since his father's sudden death. Master's grandfather, John G. the first, was said to have been a whoremaster back before legalization. So you might say that pussy has been the family business for many years. Breeding will tell. My Master knew his business and our house was considered one of the top 3 in the area.

One final preparatory note: Master has 2 sons, John G. IV and William, but they are too young to be involved in the business as yet. So he has his 2 nephews, William T. Reynolds and Joshua S. Reynolds, as second and third in command. Both are in their early 30's. The girls, and to a girl, disliked and distrusted Master William as much as they loved and honored our true Master, Master John. And we liked, to a girl, Master Joshua. But he seemed to have little power over the operation -- with the exception of power over the girl's bodies and behavior. Our obedience across the 3 masters was uniform, our submission and desire to please was uniform. But the love in a slut's heart goes to one Master, and Master William did sometimes seem to go out of his way to make sure none of it spilled over to him. More on that anon.

So that's the cast of characters. There were of course girls for help in the kitchen and as housekeepers. There were gardeners and handymen. There were men to tend the horses and sheer the sheep -- for Rogonfeldt was a beautiful villa which had begun as a modest farm until growing expansive through acquisition of abutting properties. But of these people you will hear nothing; for we were not to interact with them in any way -- and so we didn't. They say that houses have fallen simply because some slut took it into her head to blow the gardener for giving her a nice rose. They say the complications are immense once that sort of thing breaks out. But not here. Not at Rogonfeldt House. And the straight help understood that as well as the girls did.

The House itself was immense and extraordinary. I said it began as a simpler farm, and the original farmhouse (built as a getaway by John G. I) had been incorporated into the current villa as its kitchen and dining hall. We were set on 75 acres with the main house at the center, surrounded by 2 swimming pools, an immaculate flower garden, open fields, paddocks, trails, a small vineyard for Master's own wine, hills with amazing views of the valley and a small pond. The exterior was a rugged fieldstone. The first floor interior held not only the dining hall and kitchen but richly furnished main ballroom, Master's private apartment and study, a large library, and 3 smaller private salons for meetings (or play.) The 2nd story housed apartments for Masters William and Joshua, a billiards room and an entertainment room. The 3rd floor had 12 separate small bedrooms for the girls as well as a common area where we could relax. A smaller 4th level under the eaves had rooms for 6 (female) domestic servants. All male personnel were housed a mile away in a nicely converted barn.

And now to start. For start we must. It was a big day for me and for Wendy. And for Bethany. And for the Masters. In the midst of inspecting and evaluating a stream of new girls vying to get in, and entertaining the middle-men who brought in the girls, there were the little matters of a. the blowjob trial/competition for me and Wendy, and b. the disposition of Bethany's case. Master had told us more than once that he hated the distraction of what he called the 'pussy parade' brought forth by the middle-men. He found it both distasteful and unprofitable; distasteful because so many of the girls ended up sobbing or worse when they were rejected, unprofitable because hardly any of the girls brought in would ever be accepted. Of all of his girls in the last 3 years, only one had come in from the pussy parade, and she brought (at least by Rogonfeldt standards) a low price when sold off a year earlier.

Still he needed to do it because the middle men now trying to sell young flesh to him were the same middle men who would be bring him customers in a months' time. So the pussy parade was more about vendor relations than it was about pussy. Master was doing the vendors a favor by inspecting and critiquing girls with no shot at Rogonfeldt. But this inspection told those vendors at which (lower) houses and for what price they might dispose of a given girl. The girls of course thought his rejection was a final rejection of their dream, and so the histrionics. But most of them would land in some house somewhere. It certainly was not in the vendor's interest to be parading around a cunt with no market value whatsoever.

We girls were on edge. Breakfast and lunch had both been served and we had nothing much to do. The other girls -- at least most of them -- went out of their way to keep Wendy and I distracted and rested and went out of their way to avoid Bethany since none of us could think of any constructive help we might offer her. Emily, who was a born story teller, and Rainee, who could use that New Orleans southern charm when needed, began to tell hilarious stories about mishaps from their own blowjob testing. Stories about girls with cum in their eyes so thick they needed to be led by leash from the room; stories about guys who would not cum no matter how talented a girls mouth was and how hard she worked; stories about girls breaking into tears when a man's load gushed from their mouths down over their chins and tits. Funny stories. Sad stories. Diverting stories.

I napped after lunch and when I awoke found that Bethany had just called us all into our common room to repent and announce her punishment. She began by apologizing to me on her knees -- which was embarrassing but necessary and expected. I kissed her forehead and told her she was forgiven. She then told us all that she had been demoted to 2nd house slut behind Sam. Bethany went to Sam, kissed her on the lips and knelt before her to hand over the house keys. At this point we returned to our rooms.

What it all meant was not exactly clear to me. Bethany had been the indispensable girl since I had arrived. And although I liked and admired Sam I wasn't sure she had the personal strength and charisma to lead the other girls. Sam was the dreamy girl. Bethany was the doer. So that was a bit upsetting. And then there was the question of whether this was the full punishment for Bethany. Master of course would not have told her one way or the other. But demoted sluts had been known to head to auction earlier rather than later in an effort to keep ill will out of the atmosphere. I had to doubt that he would rush Bethany out in the auction next month. Putting up a girl requires months of prep for her, the house and the auctioneers. Any rush job would risk getting a bad price for a valuable girl. Still, it had happened before from what the others had told me. So there was upset and uncertainty about the whole thing.

I tried napping again but was unable to fall asleep. So I got myself ready for the pre-meet scheduled for 4 p.m. with Master. It was mostly a formality from what I understood. The girls had already told us in pretty minute detail what to expect. Still there were some open questions which Master would answer.

According to Emily, our main resource, the evening would go like this: There would be 3 unbranded girls, me, Wendy and some unknown slut not from Rogonfeldt. We would of course be nude but were allowed either a slave anklet or some other little item of personal adornment. We would have hair and makeup done to our own preference. Our tits were not to be adorned unless Master had already had a piercing applied. Our cunts were as Master had dictated: both Wendy and I were freshly and completely waxed and had no piercings there.

There would be 9 men selected for a variety of cock sizes and shapes and a variety of blowjob preferences and demands. Some might be circumcised, some not. All would be at least 8 inches in a flaccid state; none would be selected who was more than 12 inches. They would be men known for the ability to deliver very sizeable loads to a girl's mouth or face. They might be black men or white men or a mix. Some of them might like rough face fucking and some might like just a steady slow suck with the girl doing all the work. 

Girls would (generally) be kneeling. They could use their mouths and hands unless the man chose to have her hands bound either in front or behind her back. Men would be allowed to position the sluts as desired, and we should expect at least one man to lay us on a table with our head hanging down for his attack. Men were allowed to touch the girls anywhere but could not use excessive force or injure the girls. A girl's tits however were considered fair game for moderately rough action. Men were not allowed to fuck the girl's pussies or asses. Girls were expected to follow any instructions from the man regarding posture, display, throating, holding position, swallowing or wearing cum. Most men would want a swallow, but some would prefer a facial. 

Beyond that we just needed to know that the girl was expected to be pretty, submissive, enthusiastic, obedient, erotic, imaginative, happy and fun. No problem.

The 9 men would get 2 blowjobs each. The 3 girls were therefore to share 18 total events -- giving head 6 times each over 2 sessions. Each man got blown once in session 1 and once in session 2. Each girl gave 3 blowjobs per session. The 3 guys a girl drew in the first session were decided by a random draw. The 3 guys she blew in session 2 were decided by some complex evaluation method Master would oversee. A girl might have to blow the same man twice in the night, or she might get a completely different set of 3 men in session 2. The sessions were 2 hours in length running from 5:30 -- 7:30 and 9:30 -- 11:30. 

The sessions broke down as follows: 20 minutes to suck a guy followed by a 20 minute break to clean up and rest. This would be done 3 times per session. Since only 3 of the 9 men were getting a blowjob at any one moment there was plenty of time for the other men to visit and observe what each girl was capable of. They were as free to comment on her abilities during her performance as the man blown was to speak to them or to command her. Of course the 3 Masters would be circulating as well to see what each girl could do, but they would not be expected to make any public comment. Still the girls were intensely aware of which Master was in their room at any one time and could be counted on to extend herself most fully when Master John was in the room. At least that would be true for Wendy and me.

The men were selected to be expert at making the girl extend herself for as much of the 20 minutes as possible, and the best of them finally came only in the last minute of the allotted time. Infrequently it did happen that the man had not cum when the 20 minute chime sounded -- and this was considered an embarrassment to both him and the girl. But if a girl made her man cum any time in the first 10 minutes, and especially if she got a healthy load from him in that period, it was considered an embarrassment for the man and a gold star for the girl. Of course as girls we would not want to anger or embarrass any man we might have to blow again in session 2, so that gold star was a mixed bag.

The girls each had their own blowjob salon and were therefore not able ever to see the other girls in action. During our breaks we were kept apart from the other 2 sluts but we each got 2 girls to assist our recovery, help us shower and apply makeup, do our hair, and boost our confidence. 

The 3 of us, me, Wendy and the other, would be the main servers, assisted by the other girls, during the dinner break between sessions. We would be nude for the dinner service and could expect slaps, tickles, rude comments and some light penetration as we worked, but Master would be presiding and would keep the men from going too far. The time from around 8:30 till we began again at 9:30 was for us to rest, get something to eat and drink, and get cleaned up again. That was the time when the dining room was closed to sluts and the men gave their evaluations for session 1. None of the girls knew really how that worked, although that didn't stop the more imaginative girls like Rainee from offering theories. During this time the Master would decide the lineup of men for each girl that would occur in session 2.

After session 2 at 11:30 the men would be compensated by Master. Some would then leave. Some might stay together with our 3 Masters for brandy and cigars in the library. The 3 girls who had been on trial were now off duty and, after a final quick shower, were allowed to sit at the feet of the men while they wound down. We were also allowed (i.e. required) now to wear simple short yellow dresses that exposed our pussies and the sides of our tits. The yellow dresses were gifts to us that signified the completion of our blowjob trial. (A red dress was already in my cell closet -- signifying that 2 weeks earlier I had completed my fucking trial.) The other girls in the house would be nude and they would do the service. We girls would be allowed a soft drink or water. No business was to be discussed. No evaluations were presented. Those came the following day. But Master was gracious and was often known to compliment all the girls for their hard work in some generic but artful fashion.




Training Notes: Chloe's Story Ch. 01



Wendy and I filed into Master's private study precisely at 4 p.m., led by the new lead house slut Sam. Master John sat behind his massive oak desk. Masters William and Joshua stood to either side of him behind the desk. To the side of the desk stood a massive black man I had never before seen and, attached by a leash to his hand, knelt a naked slut with her eyes cast down to the floor. She then would be the third. I know I was surprised at her nakedness (but not the leash necessarily) since Wendy and I had been put into relatively modest thigh high linen dresses. Wendy and I might, at a glance, have been young, professional women heading to a meeting at some edgy art house in the city. But there was no mistaking the role of the kneeling slut.

Sam bowed and nodded to Master and then silently left us. Wendy and I knelt and waited. The black man had presumably paused some comments because he now started in again in mid-sentence:

"$20,000 is the right number if you have any confidence in your girls -- or in their mouths at least." And he chuckled at his own joke.

"Look Jack." It was Master of course who was responding. "I don't mind the number I just never have been in the habit of betting on sluts. This is business. This is a trial not a game."

"C'mon John. Does that mean we can't have a little fun on the side? I say my slut here can suck the black off a black man's cock and paint it back on with her tonsils and I have $20,000 that says your sluts..." here he turned to us, winked, and said "Excuse me ladies!", then back to Master "...that your sluts cannot touch her."

"Oh, and who would be the judge of the winner?"

"Why the brothers getting blown of course. Simple democracy. They vote. They vote and its final -- either I pay you or you pay me. C'mon. Remember I brought her here as a favor to you -- you were screwed by setting up a blowjob trial with only 2 sluts to go." He looked down at us again and winked again but with no apology this time. "So I bring in my slut to help you out. And you're going to see she is a quality bitch I brought. So give me some love back, brother. Deal?"

John sighed and said "Yes, Robert. It's a deal. I just don't want to set a precedent here we will regret. We are in a business here -- as are you."

"Just between us Jack. It'll be fun. You'll see." 

My head might have snapped back then. 'Jack'? We had never heard him called that and it seemed disrespectful, which was upsetting. But more than that I was reacting to what he'd said earlier. My eyes were down of course but I could see his girl kneeling only 6 or 7 feet to my left, could see the olive skin, the firm looking slender thighs, the narrow waist, the full tits, the beautiful face, the full red lips, the long black lashes and the long, thick mane of curly jet black hair that fell behind her to her waist. I could see her perfect still posture; I could see the richly adorned leash that attached at her long pretty throat. And now she's being described as the greatest cocksucker of all time. And this is my competition for the night? And not just that. Failure would mean that I cost Master $20,000 on a bet he clearly didn't want to make to begin with. I was in the room for 45 seconds and already knew I might be in the middle of an epic disaster for Rogonfeldt.

Master now moved to the business. "OK. We seem to be all set. There are 9 gentlemen due here in the next hour. They are all experienced, most of them with me, and all of them with various good houses in the valley area. Now we have our 3 girls. Wendy." She nodded her head. "Chloe." I did the same. "Rafaella." The new slut nodded. "Master Robert here has graciously consented to bring in his girl Rafaella to be our 3rd for as he so generously noted we were a girl short. But she's just like you two -- unbranded and from a quality house." He did not name the house however. I found out later that it was Aaronson House, one of the best. "You are all 3 to be evaluated tonight on your oral abilities. Do your best to represent yourselves and your Masters and your houses. There is not going to be a winner or loser here." He paused and looked to Master Robert with a smile. "What I mean is that you are all being independently evaluated. Think of it as a pass/fail exam. It's possible you will all pass. It's possible you will all fail. But you would not be in this position if there were no confidence in you. You are expected to do well and to go well beyond what a minimal passing grade would be. Are there any questions?"

Well clearly no questions were expected and clearly no questions would be asked. He barely paused before continuing.

"I trust each of you girls knows the sequence of sessions and you responsibilities?" Again there was barely a pause and he went on. "Good. Then all that remains are to name the 2 girls each of you will have for assistance in cleaning and readiness." Here he picked an index card off the table. "Rafaella. As our guest I have assigned our 2 lead house sluts to your care. They are Sam, who just showed in my girls, and Bethany who is her 2nd. Your Master will now bring you to the Blue Salon where you will find everything you need."

He looked up. "All set Robert? You know where it is, right?"

"Of course." Master Robert tugged so lightly at the leash that it seemed hardly to move. Rafaella rose in one fluid, graceful motion, keeping her eyes down as she did. My God but her tits were a match for Rainee's. Big but shapely as hell with nipples pointing skyward. And firm. The kind of tits that barely jiggled when she rose. And her lips were fuller than Sam's. I shivered and seemed to feel Wendy beside me shake a bit too. She glided from the room under Master Robert's leash.

"OK then. Chloe. You get Emily and Martha. Green Salon."

"Yessir."

"Wendy. Yours are Juliette and Kathy. White Salon."

"Yessir."

"Rainee will be used as a runner for me if anything comes up....but you didn't need to know that did you?" He smiled at us and went on. We were allowed to look up at him at these times. "And don't let Robert's guff about Rafaella turn you off. I've seen her before and she's a very nice girl, a very nice property. But about half of his motive there was to scare the two of you. Don't fall for it. She's good. But you are both Rogonfeldt trained and she is not. Let that show tonight. Understood?"

"Yessir." "Yessir."

"Good. Away with you."

Wendy and I scooted out the door but not before I heard Master William saying "I hope you're right John. That girl is hot. I saw her sucking....." But we kept scooting so I don't know who or what the Master saw her suck. It figured that Master William would be the one to try to undo the confidence Master had just tried to build up. It was Master Will to a T. 

We went briskly down the deserted hallway towards the salon holding hands for some kind of final support. For some reason I flashed on the 2 little girls in Emily's story about the brand. Jen and Abby. Us in our pretty white linen dresses. They in their little girl bikinis. Headed towards who knew where.

At the door to the White Salon we hugged and kissed and I wished Wendy well. Then the door opened and Juliette took her hand to lead her inside. I headed forward and went by the open door to Blue where I could see Rafaella's long thick hair being combed out by both Sam and Bethany. That might have been my weakest moment. But then Emily was out, taking my hand to tug me into Green. She closed the door and I burst into tears and was surrounded by Emily and Martha.

Somehow they already had the news about a new monster slut named Rafaella, and had already managed to sneak a peek at her when her Master brought her down the hall. I guessed that Master Robert had winked at them when he saw them peek. They confirmed my suspicion and didn't hide their reaction to the charms of my competitor. But with lots of "Hush child" and kisses and drying of my tears and "but you're soooo pretty too" they finally got me to stop balling.

To this day I thank my lucky stars for getting these 2 girls that night. I have often wondered whether Master knew they would be my preference, knew they were right for me, and so helped me with the selection. Of course Sam and Bethany were 1 and 2 girls, but we knew that Bethany might be in a funk or distracted, and that Sam was lovely and kind but could be a little vague (when it wasn't her own blowjob going down.) Emily of course was the real deal. Smart, strong and beautiful. One of life's winners. And Martha was just as strong and beautiful and added a level of L.A. street smarts, tough smarts that Emily might have lacked. They were perfect for me. And I felt only a little guilt that Wendy, who needed more help than anyone, had drawn Kathy. It would be up to Juliette to instill whatever sense she could get into Wendy.

I didn't cry for that long. We didn't hug for that long. After maybe 5 minutes Martha said "OK then. Shower. Now!"

Emily took me in and we showered together -- as we would 7 more times that evening -- and she scrubbed and loufered and washed and conditioned hair and applied shower lotion and scrubbed me again and then turned the water full blast cold to get my circulation and nipples going.

Martha had everything set when we emerged. Hair first. No new or special style, just my usual which I thought was cute. It's sort of a modified French bob with the part on the side. Makeup. I said a little. They overruled me and did my eyeliner and brows and blush. Heavier than I would have done myself but I had to admit it gave my eyes a dramatic flair.

We took a break to time things right and I found myself wanting a cigarette for the first time in 6 months. Of course we are not allowed to smoke ever, and it would certainly not be allowed in the salons anyway. "God for a smoke right now!"

Emily said "Yeah. It's not like they're going to kiss you." We all laughed at that.

Martha said "It's too bad too. A smoking blowjob can be very effective. I used to give them to this one guy in high school and he would cum like a rocket."

"Mmmmmmm....oh well."

Martha said "Here. Gum instead. It's not much but it's what we have. And keep drinking that water. We want you well hydrated and there's plenty of time for you to pee before going out."

Emily began her coaching. "Now remember you have 20 minutes to get the guy off and he's going to expect you to use every one of them. So you can pace yourself. You don't need to go deep right away. Keep a sense of the time. There's no clock but you'll be able to tell the time left from the way the guy and the crowd are reacting."

Now Martha. "But don't take in too much of the crowd commentary. Stay focused on your man, on your cock. That's all that matters. Emily's right you can tell the time by gauging their noise, but don't take in what they say. It can only hurt."

Now Emily. "Yeah that's right. Do his nuts early, kissing and cuddling them while you suck down maybe half of where you are going to go. Play off his lead. He's going to tell you some of what you need to do. But some you gotta judge for yourself. Like when he goes to your nipples, you're going to start sucking deeper cause it means you're getting to him."

Now Martha. "Yeah. And if he wants to face fuck you just unhinge that jaw and make your mouth and throat and tongue into a cunt baby. You're going to convince your mind that your mouth is a cunt. No gagging allowed."

Now Emily. "Unless he wants you to gag that is. You'll know. You've done it before."

Now Martha. "And when you're ready.... You want it to be about 15 minutes in unless he demands, and I mean really demands, it sooner. When you're ready you go in to finish him. Now you're going deep and you're sucking that cock. Now you're getting busy in the back of your throat. Now you're on the Cocksucker Express baby!"

Now Emily. "But make sure you know where he wants to cum. About 80% of these guys will want a good clean swallow. They're good guys. They'll tell you if you have to show it or can drink it right down. Most like the show; especially if they gave you a nice healthy load. No spills sister! But if you know he's there and he's edging the cock out of your mouth then he probably just wants to dump it on your face. Be ready. Look up! Smile for the camera!" She laughed. There would be no cameras. It was a joke. "Now you have to be your prettiest and let him rain on you however he wants. Keep still for it. No shying away cause he might cum in your eyes. So what? And keep that mouth wide open. An open-mouth, placid, pretty and feminine slut getting rained on -- what is better than that?"

Now Martha. "Yeah. And be ready to clean him up nice. Clean him first and then worry about any cum on your face or tits. After he's clean he'll probably let you know whether you have to clean yourself of if he's going to feed you. Be ready to clean yourself cause if...."

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. "OK! OK! OK! Stop now! Enough already! Do you sluts think I've never sucked off a guy before?"

Everyone stopped. We waited. And then 3 sluts burst out laughing at the same time. Martha came in to kiss my cheek and Emily shrieked "No! The blush..."

We looked up. Twenty minutes to go. Martha said "Right. Water now. Ten minutes we finish you. At five minutes you pee. We brush you off. You go."

And that's what we did. I drank my last sips. They finished my hair and makeup. They scented my hair and applied the final touch of body lotion. They perfumed my cunt and breasts and hair so lightly that the expensive French scent was no more than a rumor on my body. They rouged my nipples so lightly you could never tell.

I peed. They cleaned and scented as if it had never happened. Two minutes. Emily pulled out a simple but elegant and expensive looking slut anklet. She knelt and put it around my ankle. A chime sounded. One minute. We went to the door. I was drunk with anticipation. Then I entered an eerie calm. I waited. 

Rainee came racing through the hallway door. "Quick. He wants her hands bound behind her back."

The girls applied the cord. A chime sounded. They walked me to the door and opened it. I walked in.



Training Notes: Chloe's Story Ch. 02



"You gonna suck my cock baby?"

"Yessir."

"Damn right you gonna suck it. Make it good and I got a nice treat here for you."

With that he flipped down the silk boxers he wore and fisted out a thick black cock. He stood above me and kicked the boxers aside. I had knelt about 6 inches farther out than would be easy because I knew it looked nice when I leaned in to suck. The arch of the back, the hang of the tits, and the effort would all better reveal themselves that way. Not to mention that it pops a girls ass and cunt in a very pretty way.

Now he sat and I leaned in. He took the cock and ran it around my lips letting me get him nice and wet. My wrists were cuffed to the small of my back, which didn't bother me at all. Rogonfeldt girls – well, let's face it, all the girls in the life - have to learn how to suck that way. I let my mouth and entire face run down the bottom of the fat dick, raising it, sliding it up along my face. I knew the visual would be nice. It led me sucking his big black balls while the cockhead banged against my hair and forehead. Then I ran the flat of my tongue slowly up his dick, go to the head and popped it in my mouth.

"That's a good girl. Chloe? Right?" I nodded a "Yessir" with the cock in my mouth and my tongue swirling the head. "You gonna be a good little cocksucker for me girl?" Another nod. "Gonna be all mouth honey. Why I did you the favor of having you cuffed. Keeps you from dogging on your blowjob." I nodded and sucked deeper. Now his hand rested on my head and began to ride up and down on it.

He was my first. I heard people calling him Marvin, but I thought of him as 'the kid.' He looked about 19 which really surprised me. Did Master choose to trust a 19 year old to judge his property? He was long, lean and muscular. Dreadlocks. Gold earring. Beautiful long thick cock with a purple mushroom sized head. A handsome boy, but a boy.

"The crowd" was really only about 5 people. They began to make some noise and I remembered to block it out the way Martha had instructed me. Every once in a while I'd hear a "slut" or "cunt" or "gag that bitch Marvin" but I also got a few "pretty tits on her" and, most distinctly, "You sure I can't fuck that pussy while she blows Marvin?" which got a big laugh from the others. 

I was taking my time but keeping his tool well sucked, alternating fast strokes and slow slutty strokes, alternating tongue swirls and flat of the tongue lapping, giving him my lips and teasing him with my throat. Every once in a while I'd go deep and get him to gasp a little. He was going to be my easy one I figured. He was a boy. His fingers found my nipples but he was actually pretty gentle and sweet with them. Again, an easy one. Long thick cock but lets me do my thing, and I would know how to make it good for him and showy for the crowd.

People had been coming in and out to watch. I was ready for that. During the early part of a trial all the guys present would want to get a look at each of the girls in action. Some of the comments you didn't know which girl they were referring to. "She's good, very good." By 10 minutes into the first blowjob you didn't know if it was you or one of the other girls he meant. Martha had told me: you have to block it out, and focus on the one dick you are sucking.

About half way through the crowd parted and a man-mountain of a guy appeared in my peripheral vision. Even at a glance he must have been about 6' 6" and maybe 250 lbs. He looked like a football player. He came closest to us, almost standing over us. I sensed as I kept my eyes and mouth down that the kid was looking up to him rather than to me. I tried my best to focus, in fact I think I did well on that score, but it's hard when the dialogue right over your head goes like this:

"Marvin. Is this girl your mom? Your sister? Why you being so nice to her? Fuck the bitch."

"Baby. I'm doing her good, got 11 inches down her throat."

"I don't know Marvin. I think your ruler's all fucked up if you call that 11."

It got a big laugh from the other guys and then he was gone. The funny thing was the guy said it in this funny, brotherly way that made me like him, made me want to do better for the kid too. Weird I know, but once the big man – was it really 'Baby'? – left I doubled down on my effort.

Sure enough I began to hear the crowd murmur about time, and then "She only got 4 minutes to get him off." The kid knew it too. His hand became more insistent on my head. I dove to his root opening my throat for the fat head, and counted 1...2...3... I made it to 10 the first time. Up and swirled that pretty cock all the way, took my time and smooched the underside of the head making some girl noises for 20 seconds, making eye contact showing him my love and kissing that head like a teenage girl making out on her first date. Then gulp and I was at the root 1.....2......... ..... ..... .....15.....16.....17... and up. The kid was starting to lose it. The cum weeping out of his dick coated my tongue. Down again but this time a hard fast suck and I lightly raked him with my teeth on the way out, letting him know that two could play. He cuffed my head at the teeth and I opened wide the 3rd time and this time attached my lips to the root of the cock while sliding my tongue out to tease his balls. Some guy saying "He popped at 15." But how could it be.....oh, one of the other girls. He was fully in my throat and his hand was pushing down on my head like I might find another 2 inches somewhere. But I didn't have to count; his throbbing dick was keeping the beat. I thought the first blast might go right down but he was smarter than that. He let me up so only half the cock was in me and then shot. Gave me 6 or 7 good thick ropes and then I was sucking with a mouthful of his cum. I knew what was next.

"Show me honey. What'd I give you?"

I pulled my lips off with a pop. His black cock sprang lose all shiny and slick and would need cleaning. I heard someone: "Right at 19, he did good." His fingers went to my chin as I opened wide to show it. "Yeah slut. I gave it good." Now he took my chin and turned it so the audience could see the load of cum I carried. "Is that all you had Marvin?" came from somewhere but we all knew he had dumped a major load in my mouth. He continued to show me off and now his fingers went hard at my tits. Seeing if I would spill any I think. But I held. And he eventually grunted and turned me back to face him and said "Now go bitch" and I swallowed it down in one gulp.

I went back in and cleaned his cock from stem to stern, and just got him all perfect when I heard the chime which was the 30 second warning. He patted my head, got up, picked up the boxers and walked away, saying to his friends "That girl can blow me any time she gets the urge. And now she been introduced to Mr. Big she be getting that urge a lot." 

The room emptied and it wasn't until the last witness left that Emily and Martha could come in to get me.

Emily searched my eyes while Martha bent behind me to remove the cuffs. They had given me a bottle of water to clean out my mouth.

She asked "Yes?"

"Yes."

"Any marks?" as she scanned my body.

"No. Don't think so he was pretty gentle."

"Good. Hair ok?" She bent my head gently to inspect for any cum shots there.

"I don't think so; I got it all I think."

"Good."

Martha had the cuffs off and I was exercising my arms to get the blood flow back. Emily took me by the hand and whooshed me into the shower with a cap for my hair. She scrubbed me down and 3 minutes later was toweling me dry.

Finally they let me sit. We still had 15 minutes till the next show.

"Just rest now Chloe." That was Martha. She'd been busy setting up my makeup tray.

"How did the other girls...."

"None of that. We don't know much anyway, been right here waiting for you."

"Yes, but Master's bet."

"Rainee came down special from Master to say we were not to discuss that with you. Now be a good girl and shush."

So I stopped. But I knew them. Knew they would have to say something. When it came it was Emily.

"That Rafaella cunt is good. Got the guys whistling at her tits while she bobbed for sperm. Wendy...well you know she's not the competition. But I hope she makes it too."

"Right. It's not like I wouldn't think that anyway."

Then I asked "Who is the giant guy? Some damned guy out there is as big as a 14 wheeler. Football guy I bet."

"Oh that'd be Baby."

"Yeah that's right.....but he's not a baby I'd want to deliver."

The girls smiled and told me that Baby was an All-Pro player for Miami, that neither of them had had the pleasure so didn't know what to expect there. Then Martha looked kind of somber and said:

"Rainee told me Baby has been with Rafaella before. She knows him. Rafa I mean. Says Rafa told her he's very big but sweet."

"Duh on the big part. He came into the room to tool on my guy – who was like a kid – looked like he was 19...."

"Marvin is 21. Been around a while."

"Twenty-one? I'm surprised. Baby got to jamming on the kid while I was blowing him. But he seemed funny and friendly. Seemed like the crowd was awed by him but liked him."

"Yeah. Who knows? Was Master in to see you?" That was Emily.

"I saw him like 2 seconds right at the start. Then no. Never saw Master Will or Master Josh at all."

Martha said "I'm sure he wanted to check out Rafa. Even though he's had her himself before. And he probably figures Wendy needs his support more than you."

By this time Martha was doing my face again and Emily was brushing out my hair and applying body lotion. I looked at the clock and we were down to 5 minutes.

"I wonder who I'll have next."

Martha said "No way to know. Even Rainee doesn't know cause we pushed her hard on it. Gotta clear your mind. Forget Marvin's dick and take whatever comes."

"Yeah whatever cum comes that's the cum that's gonna cum in me. Come what may."

Emily: "Maybe he'll be a kumikaze pilot who swoops down on your face and blows up his nut all over you."

Me: "Yeah. He came, he saw, he came again and couldn't stop cumming."

Emily and I had this wordplay thing that might have gone another 4 rounds if Martha hadn't been there to restore order.

Emily and I snickered and they stood me up and did the perfume same as before. I felt pretty good and now had 2 bottles of water in me.

"Time to pee."

Martha took me to the toilet, sat me, watched me, wiped me, cleaned me and I was back to being touched up and bothered over. We heard the chime for 1 minute.

Emily asked "Did the cuffs bother you?"

"Not at all. I kinda like the look."

"Yeah, your tits are so pretty like that. It's too bad Marvin didn't make better use of them." Thirty seconds. "Ready?"

"As I'm gonna be."

The 2 girls air-kissed me and pressed my hand. This time I opened the door for myself.

I could see right away it was going to be different. The chair the kid had sat on was gone, but there was a cushioned table in the center of the room outfitted with ankle and wrist restraints. Not cuffed but pinned this time. I couldn't see a guy who would be the guy so I walked to the table and searched out permission to board. Master was there and caught my eye and nodded. I climbed up. Rainee emerged from behind Master and scurried around tying down my 4 limbs after gently positioning my head to hang over the top edge of the table. From the crowd I heard "Why aren't we fucking this one while we wait? She got tits for sure." Rainee disappeared. 

I was spread eagled and a little disoriented from looking out at the room upside down. My head and neck were cushioned with a bolster but the need for the support only emphasized the beating my neck was about to take. Still I had not seen any of the men approach.

Three of four of the guys had drifted out of view down below my legs. They wanted to get a look at my pussy I figured. Which was fine with me. I was proud of her and thanked Master for taking such good care of the girl's cunts. I may not have been a Martha down there – hers was hands down the prettiest pussy in Rogonfeldt – but I was happy with the way mine looked. Seemed like they were too since one of two of the guys whistled when they saw her.

Then I felt something thick and hard jam deep in that cunt, fast and searching. I screamed inside "No! They're not supposed to fuck me."

I heard Master "Take it easy on her Joe. We're not here for that."

A voice, "No harm done Boss. Just getting warmed up. Her little thingy is fine."

He pulled out – must have been a finger? maybe 2 or 3? – and raked my clit hard. Then I could feel his hands run along my tummy and a big hand engulfed a tit, squeezing it hard. The hand then went to the other tit and did the same there. 

"Not so much her tits. But they'll do. I like the short hair on a cocksucker though. No obstructed views."

Apparently satisfied now that I had all the girl parts he needed I could see him move up towards my head. Well I say 'see him' but what I actually saw was nothing more than a striped beach shirt with a thick black cock standing erect beneath it. Another black dude. I wondered whether Master was taking us all black for the trial. Red and blue stripes moved around me and then a finger came towards my mouth. I sucked it deep tasting my cunt while he let the cock drape over my face. I raked his finger on the way out to let his cock know what it had in store. The hand went back to my tit while he let the cock bob obscenely over my face. With his balls on my forehead I could feel the shaft banging against my chin and had to hope it didn't extend much farther than that.

Marvin – the kid – had told Baby his was 11 inches, but I agreed with Baby that there was some exaggeration there. This guy – Joe I guess – had him beat. He was my 11.

From the crowd "You gonna fuck her mouth Joe or just feel her up all night?" And he was taking his time. Which was fine with me. Joe ignored the comment and kept mauling my tits. He started in on the nipples and I began to howl inside. Then his fingers reached down along my body to my cunt and I felt him working it again, a little nicer this time on the clit but still pretty rough. Would Master warn him again? Not this time. But who knew if he was still present at all.

All this time I was kissing and nuzzling his balls or dick or whatever stayed in place long enough to lap at. I got the mental image of the kind of porn picture where a girl's heavy red lipstick leaves perfect imprints on a man's cock and hoped I was doing something like that for Joe. Would it show as well on a chocolate black cock? Probably not. Plus I used a pretty quiet lip gloss before sucking, not the heavy stuff girls wear on a fancy date.

He went back to my tits and settled the cock down enough for me to take a ball in my mouth, then for me to lap my way up from the balls to midway on the shaft. He began rocking his cock over my face and now I could see and taste its full length. It was a beauty and I wondered what it would look like in my hand.

"Let's see if the slut knows how to suck a man's dick." Joe had obviously decided that foreplay was over and it was time to fuck.

I opened wide and thought I was prepared for it. But a girl cannot really be prepared for that. He sank his cock into my throat in one hard push. My throat muscles and esophagus were on fire and I immediately wondered whether something there had ruptured. I began to panic, which is no doubt what he wanted. He pressed his full weight in on me and the cock was forced deeper into my throat. The he let it rest there while I struggled to breathe through the pain...

The crowd reacted. "Goddamn." I knew they could see the outline of his heavy cock bulging in my throat. I knew they were going to have a while to look at it there. Both hands came down to crush my tits while he rocked back to fuck in a little deeper.

I went blank. I didn't know how to handle the cock. I didn't know how to handle the pain in my tits or the angle of my neck or ....or any of it. I wanted to count but couldn't. Wouldn't have made any difference since it was Joe not me that determined how long my throat got raped.

And then he pulled out. I gasped for air even while the pain in my tits increased.

I heard Master again. He was still in the room! "A little easier on her tits Joe. We're going to need those for the other guys."

"Can do Boss. It's just I'm starting to like her little titties."

Thank you, Master! Even though another part of my brain was saying "Doesn't he care that Joe is wrecking my throat?" But stupid! That's why we were here.

I got my breathing under control. I felt some of the panic drain when I heard Master's voice and realized he would stay to protect me. Joe was merely flicking at my nipples now and letting the head of his dick run around my red lips. I got it all nice and wet for him and bothered that little area under the head trying to get him off.

I had no idea of the time. From the crowd "He got 5 minutes." But was that me or one of the other girls? Wait. We were all the same. So 5! And then came Martha's and Emily's voices in my head saying "Just unhinge that jaw and make your mouth a cunt. Cunts don't gag. Make it a cunt."

So I did, and just in time cause Joe plunged in hard again. All the way. And tweaked my nipples good without crushing the tits this time. But my mouth was a cunt, and he glided into that slick slut and I had him at the root and opened wide enough that my tongue could work his nuts while he fucked me. If you had asked me 3 minutes earlier I would have said it was impossible.

It was our time together and now we were a team. You don't need to like your teammates, but you do have to have a common goal with them. 

Joe was rocking in and out of my throat fast and hard, and I was making some noises that I could tell he liked, and I heard from the crowd "look how wet he's got her cunt from it" and his hand went from my nipple to my throat as he lodged there, and I nipped him with my teeth and felt the hand constrict harder around my throat and then I sucked hard and he came.

Came right down my throat. Most of it anyhow. But he was still fucking as he spurted which made it hard. The roof of my mouth was filling and my tongue was coated and the head of his dick was spewing more directly into my belly. And then he stopped. His hand released from my throat, he pulled out his dick and laid the shiny, slimy cock over my face like a flag going over a dead comrade. I wasn't dead but I wasn't sure I didn't want to be dead. Still, we weren't done. Go team!

"Swallow girl."

I did but I gotta say that art of the upside down swallow is a tough one for me. My throat was too raw to get much pull and the semen had to be pumped uphill. I tried twice and got some but I still felt full. So I reached my tongue around to gather the cum and pulled it down farther to where I could ferry it into my throat. I remember it actually feeling nice, a nice warming, soothing lotion over my ravaged interior. Felt like when I was a kid and mom would give me some cold medicine. I got it down. Licked my lips clean and hung my mouth open for all to see.

His cock came back into my mouth to clean. I heard a chime. Was that 1 minute? I cleaned him hard and fast and he didn't fuck my throat again although he was hard enough that he could have. Instead his arm reached down to spank my cunt – but not too bad – while I cleaned him. He spanked my cunt a little harder but Master didn't stop him.

His fingers came away from the spanking all gooey with my juices. Apparently I really had gushed a bit down there. Naturally I had to clean his fingers too. And then went back to his dick.

"Nice wet cunt. Slut must like a rough fuck."

Then a chime sounded and I popped his dick out of my mouth. We were done. I had never seen his face. He didn't bother to say goodbye either.




Training Notes: Chloe's Story Ch. 02



"You ok?" That was Martha. The girls had switched off duties and Emily was kneeling beside me massaging my ankles where the restraints had left marks. I was guzzling water.

"I think so.... Maybe. ...I don't know." I actually felt a little woozy. It was the whole thing and the throat and tit abuse and it didn't help feeling like I was upside down the whole time. Martha hugged me for support and Emily started massaging my wrists.

"He marked your tits?"

"Yeah. Pretty hard. Master had to warn him."

"We heard. But they look ok. Nothing permanent for sure. I think they'll look nice in 10 minutes after we clean you up. Maybe a little makeup on them."

"Is my voice ok?"

"A little hoarse. Not too bad though. Don't worry about it."

"Who was that...?" I almost said 'asshole' but caught myself. The men were Master's guests and they were his associates in the trial. Still....

"Some guy named Joe. Master told Rainee he'd never used him before and Rainee says he meant 'and never again.' Rainee's good at that stuff."

"Guess I was taking one for the team then." The idea of team had lodged in my head, but I was happy to think that Joe was being traded to some distant league.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. But listen! There's good news for sure. Rainee says Master thought you were terrific."

"Really? It didn't feel so terrific." I wanted to cry and tell them how terrified I had been. I looked in Emily's eyes and realized I didn't need to. She already knew. I'm guessing Martha knew too. Both girls kissed and held me.

"Well maybe at the end it was better." My voice sounded flat, distant and foreign. "I made my mouth into a cunt."

The girls smiled at me and held my hands. Emily took up the commentary with a broad grin. "Said your cunt got steaming wet and all the guys were like 'Huh?' Master was there for it and was like super proud of you. Plus she said you took it, took it all. She said your noises were perfect, just what he wanted to get off. That's awesome."

"Can you swallow upside down?" It's not like I hadn't heard them. And a jolt of pride and thankfulness had run through me. And relief cause it sounded like I wouldn't be meeting Joe again any time in the near future. And I was feeling better. Steady on my legs at least. But I had to ask something.

"Not too well. Sam can."

"Yeah. I know."

Then Emily had me in the shower again. This time she washed my hair. Even if there was no cum there I realized I had been sweating like mad when he was in me. She washed the rest of me and gently massaged my tits back to life under the burning spray. Then she rinsed me down in ice cold water and we were out toweling off.

I only had 5 minutes to rest.

Martha said "Third one is the hardest. But long break for dinner after this so hang tough."

"I hope to God this is not harder than Joe's was."

"Nah! I meant in the process number 3 is hard. Luck of the draw you're going to get an easy cum this time. Then after dinner the guys are all mellow and they've already cum once so it's easier."

"The others...?"

There was no more pretense that we weren't going to talk about it. So we did.

Emily: "Rafa did great. Some big white cowboy type." So I knew it wasn't all black men. "Wendy did well too. Some black guy who liked her and was nice to her; told her he's going to try to get her again in session 2, which I think is weird. But good for her. Still you were the best. Rainee says everyone was talking about how well you did. They're giving you combat pay for that guy I think."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. They loved you. I think the wet pussy pushed you over the top sister." 

We all laughed at that and Martha started my makeup. She left a few minutes more for it this time because there was some damage now to conceal, especially on my tits which still looked blotchy. She lotioned my upper body and boobs while Emily did my bottom and legs. I worried too about my pussy after the spanking there but Emily lotioned her up and said "Good as new." Emily dried and did my hair and Martha did the eyes and lips again. We had 5 minutes. The girls looked at me and went back with some pancake makeup to my tits. Brushed it on so lightly and Emily said "Under the lights out there you'd never know."

I got perfumed. I peed. I cleaned again and they touched up again. Emily took a red tea rose from the vase, clipped it and tied it behind my ear so it just peeped over. I looked it the mirror and liked it with my short, dark hair, liked my look. 

"We want them looking at your pretty face as much as your pretty cunt." 

Martha brushed some makeup over the globes of my ass. Emily lightly rouged my nipples, which still hurt.

The chime rang.

The girls were right. The third was hard cause of what I'd already been through but I drew an easy cum for the guy. He was a big thick white doofus of a guy it turned out had come in with Baby from Miami for the trial. He had a club for a cock, probably as big as Joe. But all he wanted was a straight blowjob where the girl works it till he nuts, nothing more or less. He told me upfront he wanted to cum all over my face and tits. Which was fine by me. I'd already had my protein for the day. He called me 'ma'am' when we met. He was a nice fellow.

So I knelt down and sucked him dry. For the first time my hands were free and I made a point of loving his big white hairy nutsack to death. I even tickled under his nuts near his asshole watching closely to see his reaction. He nodded and I went a bit further.

A big hand went to the back of my head, but just for guidance, no force. Then he grabbed a handful of hair and fucked in hard once or twice. He calmed down and let me go back to doing him right. At some point the tea rose must have fallen beside me and he actually stopped the blowjob to retrieve it and stick it back behind my ear.

"It looks pretty on you there." And I smiled up at him. I think I was in love.

The crowd had been quiet but now took off after him. "Aww ain't that sweet, Roland's got a crush on her." Roland and I did not react, just kept working it.

Still, I was after something more positive than jokes about being Roland's new girlfriend. I got up on all 4's and drew his fat dick horizontally in my mouth. I pistoned my entire body to suck it and realized I could easily get him in my throat at that angle. I knew my ass and pussy were exposed and worked in a little wiggle and a little pussy pout to get the crowd into it. Men are so easy.

"Do her Roland. Do that slut." 

I wasn't supposed to listen to the crowd but I was starting to like it. Starting to like the power over them as well as the power over Roland. I think Roland must have too because I felt him grow fat and stretch my lips. I felt his cock pulsing with blood every time I sucked. I had him.

He stood and I scooched forward kneeling straight up now to get my lips over him. He took my hair again and fucked me gently a few times. My hands got busy underneath, one hand cradling his nuts while the other reached under to feather at his anus. He grunted. But it was too soon. So I let up and sucked just the head. Then I bent under him to arch my back and kiss straight up at his balls and dick. His cock was in hyper drive straining up towards the ceiling and I had to be careful. But I smooched away at his hairy sack and licked his balls to calm him down.

I couldn't tell the time but figured we were close to done. The crowd helped as usual. "Time to paint her Big R." And he followed their lead. 

I knelt up and sucked him hard twice. He jumped back away, grabbed his cock and started shooting missiles at my face. My mouth went wide open. And boy could that boy cum. I counted 10 streaming heavy jets of semen. Most splashed down on my face. Two were direct hits in my mouth. Some of would catch my hair and I wondered if Roland would hit the tea rose. Cum was everywhere on me. My face, hair, lips, mouth, chin, shoulders and tits were soaked in him. He missed my eyes which is always a plus. Then the fat head of the cock was parting my lips and I was smiling as I sucked it clean.

The crowd loved it. "Goddamn that slut got wet." And "Big R smoked her ass." And "Give the slut a drink R."

And drink it I did. Roland may have been a nice guy and I may have already had my daily protein allotment, but nice guy or not he was a guy and most guys aren't done with a slut till they get a good swallow from her. 

He began using the head of his dick to shovel cum into my mouth. He got my mouth full and turned me so the crowd could watch me swallow. I not only swallowed I licked my lips and ran them around my mouth collecting what he had missed. A girl wants to look pretty, feminine and thankful and I could tell from the looks I got that I had pulled it off. I felt cum on my nose and cheeks and used my fingers to scoop that in too. I could see big wads of semen running on my tits and corralled that as well. I was full again and smiled up to Big R for permission. He found another dollop on my neck and added it to the cocktail. He loved it, was having fun with it when he nodded his OK. So I turned again to the crowd and showed his goods, and showed how good a good girl swallows.

Roland took two fingers to his lips, kissed them and then touched the kiss to the top of my head, saying "Thank you, ma'am." That romantic fool near made me cry. But time was up. The chime went and the crowd passed out slapping Big R on the back. The girls came in and got me. The tea rose had somehow stayed in place.



Training Notes: Chloe's Story Ch. 03



The break after round 3 was the same as earlier, 20 minutes to get cleaned up and hydrated. But then I -- along with the other girls -- would have light duty for 2 hours. First we'd serve dinner to the guys for an hour or so, and then get a chance to eat and rest, and then prepare for round 2.

Martha and Emily had my face and tits cleaned off from my time with Roland. I was seated sipping water and munching on a granola bar. We heard some banging and shouting from outside the room but didn't mind it much. Probably just the guys tooling on one another about how each had handled his girls in round 1. Suddenly Rainee blew in like a hurricane.

"Hooooooleeeeeee shit!" We girls are not supposed to curse so when one of us does it gets everyone's attention.

"Rainee?" That was Martha.

"Hooooooo-leeeeeeeee-shit." 

"Rainee!" That was all of us together. "What are you babbling about?" Emily that time. I was keeping cool, just sipping the water.

"It's Rafa. She's out."

Emily walked towards her to get her calmed down a bit. "What...What do you mean 'out'?"

"I mean out of the competition with Chloe, out of the bet, out of the trial......I mean just plain out....of everything."

Emily said "She can't be. We're only half way...."

"Tell that to the doctors at the hospital. They just brought her there in an ambulance."

Now Martha and I joined Emily. We jumped up and the 3 of us had her surrounded with her back to the door. Things got confusing because -- well you know what it's like when 4 girls all start talking at the same time.

Martha is the toughest of the 4 of us, even though she looks kind of fragile and demure. She was also the senior girl in the room. She called us to order.

"Quiet everyone and let this slut tell us what's going on. Rainee: what the fuck?" So now Martha was cursing too but this time no one gave it a thought. "Would you please calmly tell us what you mean and what's going on? You've got poor Chloe here scared half to death. Tell us what happened from the beginning or we'll never understand."

Rainee broke through the 3 of us, grabbed my water and drank. She sat in the chair I'd been using and tried to control her breathing. Emily and I went to the couch opposite that. Martha stood at the chair beside Rainee.

"OK. It's like this. Twenty minutes ago Master Josh came screaming out of the Blue Salon, got me in the corridor and said 'Quick. I need John.' I figured he just wanted John to get a view of Rafa blowing Baby." The 3 of us exchanged glances. "Oh...that's right you didn't know she got Baby this round. Well she did. I began walking back to find Master. Master Josh said 'Hurry slut!' which is totally not like him so I hurried. But right then Master came out of your room. Master Josh ran to him and whispered. Then Master yelled to me "Get Bethany and Sam" and the Masters ran towards Blue."

There was nothing to say. We remained quiet.

"The guys were all crowding out the door when I got the girls there. Baby still had no pants on and brushed right by me. He's HUGE." She paused, collected herself and went on. "Master Josh was taking the guys down to the library. You gotta understand you", meaning me, "and Wendy were still busy. It was only like 10 minutes in. So then the doorway is open and we see Master kneeling beside Rafa. She's on the floor and his fingers are on her neck. Master sees us and calls Beth to do first aid." Bethany was the only girl in house to have been trained in basic first aid. A single trained girl was the only on-site requirement for a blowjob trial in those days.

"Master told her 'Her breathing seems OK but rapid; take her pulse, the EMTs will be here in 3 minutes.' Rafa looks totally out of it on her back -- and I mean totally. Bethany rushed in and kneels beside her. Master had already called 911; the phone was still in his hand. I hear Master asking Master Robert 'So what happened?' He tells him 'I don't know. She was blowing him great. Baby likes her mouth. Then she just popped him out and fell on her side. She....well once before..."

The 3 of us were making sympathetic noises all this time, but I let up when I heard how great she was with Baby. Guess I was still thinking she was my competition.

Rainee went on: "Master Will pushed into the room with the 3 EMTS. So now there's like 4 masters and 4 naked sluts in the room and one of the sluts is passed out and the EMT guys are like 'Whoa, what have we got here?' But Master got them right over to Rafa. Bethany was saying 'I think she just fainted is all.' The 3 of us girls just stood there watching. Master Robert was still saying something about '...once before...' but our Master wasn't paying attention. Then like after a minute I could hear the EMT's saying '...just passed out...' and suddenly Rafa was awake and asked them 'What happened?' She was kind of whispering and you could tell she had no idea where she was."

"Then Master and Master Robert were crouched above her talking to her, but we couldn't hear them or see her any more. The EMTs brought in the wheeling stretcher and boom she was gone out the door with them. Last I heard was Rafa saying 'But I'm fine now!' Master asked Master Robert if he was going with Rafa to the hospital but he said 'No' which we all thought was a little weird, all due respect to Master Robert. So our Master got Bethany to go with her in the ambulance. Sam and I had to run around and find a dress for her to leave in so those guys didn't have heart attacks themselves."

I smiled at the thought of a naked Rafa and a naked Bethany riding to the hospital with the 3 guys. But I guess they just had Rafa's body to check out on their way down. And with the kinds of dresses available to us at Rogonfeldt, I figure they still got a pretty good look at Bethany too.

Now Rainee sped up her speech even more. Sweat was rolling on her face and tits -- the slut was going to need a shower before dinner as much as I did. Picture the following coming out of her mouth as almost one long run on sentence delivered fast and nervous:

"So Rafa and Bethany were gone and Master Robert was like: 'What do we do now?' Me and Sam are trying to be invisible so we don't get booted out. Master Will looked over like he wanted us out but before he could speak Master and Master got into it. It was like:"

Master: "We go on with the trial." He checked his watch and said "We'll have a 30 minute delay till dinner." (Rainee was imitating his voice. We got it but she wasn't really very good at it.)

Master Robert: "But how? Baby didn't get to finish her. Plus there are no other unbranded sluts to use."

Master: "Rules say we can use a branded girl as a substitute if one of the girls goes down." (I'm guessing his 'goes down' really was the 'no pun intended' kind. He tends not to joke about these things.) Master was quiet for about one second and then turned to us and nodded to Sam. 

Sam went and knelt at his feet. "Yessir." (We all knew what she had agreed to.)

Master: "Sam you were on for a workout tomorrow with those 2 boys. Gonna have to run you instead tonight and you can have tomorrow off." He looked over at Master Robert and said "She's my best cocksucker so the guys won't have any beef. Probably disappointed for a minute about missing your girl -- but once they feel Sam's mouth they'll be fine." (It was funny hearing Rainee imitate Master's use of the word 'cocksucker' -- I think she enjoyed it.)

Master Robert: "I see. Sam? Is that the girl?" He paused and looked away apparently satisfied with Master's plan. He looked nervous and said "aaaaah.....about that bet."

Then Master Will jumped in: "Yeah. Sorry about that. But my girl wins 3 good blowjobs to 2." I guess he meant you Chloe.

Master Robert: "No, no! The guys were supposed to vote. No finish means no vote means no winner. The bet is off. My girl could not finish for medical reasons. Beyond my control."

Master Will wanted to fight it out with Master Robert, you could see in his face. But Master John stepped in and settled it. He was soft in his speech the way he gets. "I agree with Robert. The bet is off. Why it was almost an act of ...."

Master Robert: "That's right! An Act of God! That's what caused her condition, an Act of God. No bet!" Master Robert now looked relieved and Master Will looked angry, but our Master gave him that look and he backed off." We girls know the look. (We do indeed.)

Master Robert: "Still it's a shame for her. A shame for the slut. It was her 2nd time you know." He was saying this for Master but I felt like he was angry at her for fainting or whatever happened. You could just see it.

Master Josh: "Second? I didn't know. That's sad for the girl. Means she will never..."

Master Robert: "Never get to the brand. A girl gets 2 shots at a Yellow Dress. And no Yellow means no brand." Now he let the anger out. "It pisses me off. I had a $2 million girl right there -- easy."

No one said anything then. We kind of looked away from whatever Master Robert was up to.

Master: "What happened on the first one?"

Master Robert: "Same thing. Same Act of God I guess." He chuckled but looked a little confused when he repeated that phrase, a little nervous. "It was her 5th guy of the night and she had done extremely well till then. Got into sucking the 5th guy and passed out after about 3 minutes. Funny thing is she made it longer with Baby, and that dude is packing some serious heat for a girl's throat. Plus Rafa had already blown him. Maybe 3 months back she got hired out to a party his crew ran. Did him great that night."

Suddenly our Master realized he had 2 sluts, me and Sam, just standing there drinking all this in. He came to us then, told me to come and update you all, and told Sam to update Wendy and the girls in the White Salon. "Sam's gonna blow the 3 guys Rafa would have had in Session 2. Master wants you, Martha, to be the second for helping Sam. Chloe, you keep Emily. Wendy will keep Juliette and Kathy. I'm still running for Master. He gave me the cell phone in case Bethany calls from the hospital."

Rainee took a breath then. The shine of excitement was wearing off her face.

"I hope you got all this cause I stayed too long already." She peeked out the door to the clock in the corridor and said back to us "You girls still have about 20 minutes till we serve dinner." And Rainee was gone.

Martha kissed us both, rolled her eyes, whether at Rafa or at Rainee's hysterical account of the night or at anything else I couldn't say. She left to find Sam.

Emily and I looked at one another, astonished. My emotions were running pretty high. First we all felt terrible that Rafa had got sick, and hoped it was just a temporary thing. Against this I felt, and there's no other way to put it, that I had wanted to beat the bitch at our competition. I wanted it for myself of course -- a lot. I wanted everyone to say I was a better cocksucker than her. I also wanted to win the $20,000 bet for Master -- a lot. I knew he didn't need the money, and that the house didn't need some increase in prestige from a silly bet. The problem was what happens to our prestige if I lose the bet for him! I couldn't bear that thought! So I probably wanted it more for that reason than I wanted it for myself. Now neither would happen. Added on to this was the incredible news that Rafa was now unbrandable because she could never be awarded a Yellow Dress. What must have been her life's dream had been destroyed while I was on my knees in the Green Salon. It was a lot to take in at once. No wonder Rainee had been like "Hoooooooleeeeeeeeee ...."

Emily knew. "Keep your eye on the big picture Chloe. Master never wanted the bet, never cared about the $20,000. Besides if you give your best performance tonight you're price might rise 200 -- or 300 -- or $500,000. Focus there. Focus on the one cock you can please, and you will please Master."

She kissed me and hugged and we both cried but just a little. It was all just too much. Then she hustled me into the shower to get ready for our dinner service. She would be the only one available for my hair and makeup when we got out. Emily made it work.

When Emily and I got to the service room just off the dining room we found the other 6 girls waiting for us. By rights Sam should have been deciding things because she was now the lead house girl. But she had taken on Rafa's Session 2 guys and understandably had other things on her mind. Not to mention that this kind of decision making was not her forte. Rainee and Martha took over and made our assignments. There would be 13 men for dinner: 4 masters and the 9 guys in the trial. Me, Wendy and (now) Sam would be the primary servers; the other girls would back us up. Only the 3 girls in the trial would approach the table to serve a dish or fill a wine glass. All 8 of us were nude and could expect touches, fingers, pokes, slaps, tickles, dirty comments, etc. as we worked. But it was easy labor. The girls from the kitchen staff had already brought the hot dishes to the huge serving sideboard in the dining room. Our job would be to walk them another 8 feet to table, curtsy, smile cutely and stand back till a drink needed to be refreshed.

When we filed in the men were standing around with drinks. We got to our spots and knelt in a line for them to inspect. There wasn't that much interest at the start. I think things were a bit on the subdued part because of what had happened to Rafa and because of Master Robert's bad mood. I glanced at Baby who stood with Master silently watching us all. A black man named Brent eventually broke the ice by going straight over to Wendy to feel her tits and ass a bit. The 2 of them seemed to be the talk of the evening because of how much he liked her. For us girls it went without saying that Wendy would like him: black, hunky, an extrovert who paid her attention. It seemed as though he really did like her and he whispered and laughed with her as he felt her up. He looked like a goofy teenager with a crush.

The guys were allowed to take pictures during the time before dinner service, their only opportunity of the night to document the girls they had and the girls they would want to have. A few of us were brought forward and put in a pose, but nothing too extreme. One guy put me and Kathy in a 69 position on the carpet but we didn't really have time to eat each other's pussies to orgasm. Then a white guy they called 'Snook' announced that he wanted all the fine Rogonfeldt asses on display for a shot. He seemed to be the live wire in the group of men. The other guys seemed to enjoy watching him act up as much as they enjoyed watching us. Course they had already had some pretty good eyefuls of us girls. 

We got hands on the wall, backs arched, asses and pussies popped, feet spread as he and the others took group photos of the Rogonfeldt sluts. After, some guys wanted upshots of Martha's cunt and got them. Brent took a series of just Wendy in different poses. Then Master called them to the table and we began.

I was assigned 4 of the guys at the head of table -- which meant responsibility for Master, Baby, Marvin (my first guy of the night) and a white man named Ham. Sam was in the middle of the table and got Master Josh, Joe (my second, and not my favorite), the jokester named Snook and a black guy named Willy. That meant the girls had reserved Wendy for the far end of the table where they knew her new 'boyfriend' Brent would be seated. Wendy had 5 guys: Masters Will and Robert, Roland (my 3rd), a black boy named Jeff and her Brent.

My service was pretty uneventful. Master and Baby whispered to one another back and forth and ignored me completely. Marvin took the opportunity of Master's distraction to run his hand up my thigh and finger my pussy while I served him duck. The big guy Ham slapped my ass a few times and pinched my nipples. 

The real action was with the other 2 servers. First Brent was doing everything but fuck Wendy on the table at the far end. He was enjoying making her squirm and enjoying the catcalls and rude comments coming from all directions -- especially from Master Robert, who offered to clear his place so Brent would have a flat surface to lay her down, and Snook, who ignored Sam's charms as she served him to keep a running commentary on the 2 love-birds.

Snook: "Maybe he's going to purchase her after John gets her well trained."

Brent: "She's trained fine now little Snooky. Can come home with me tonight if John allows it."

Snook: "Can you see Brent if he could afford a slut like that?" He paused to time things for the audience. "Maybe he'll buy the whole lot of these sluts. Open his own house. He can make Wendy his lead girl."

Brent: "I'm going to give that a lot of thought Snooky. You feel free to come over and watch how I do the girls when it happens."

Snook: "What do you think a cunt like Wendy will cost you Brent?"

Brent: "Oh, I dunno, maybe a couple of mil."

Snooky howled with laughter and asked "Two million? Are you insane? You seen the bitch right? My sister got better titties than she does."

Brent laughed too and added "Yeah, but I already fucked your sister enough. Time now for some of this pure white farm girl pussy." 

With that he fingered Wendy again as she served wine to Master Robert. She jumped and nearly spilled the wine, which got Robert smiling for the first time, and got the whole table, except for Master and Baby, howling even louder.

The boys eventually calmed down and we were able to finish dinner service. The only other conversation I think worth repeating happened at my end of the table. 

Baby was deep in conversation with Master when Marvin said to the guy named Ham, "Nice way to spend an evening. Couple of blowjobs and a great meal. All served up by some very fine sluts. 

Ham said "And we get paid."

Marvin snorted at that and said "Yeah. You know I got $20K non-taxable from this work last year? Not bad considering my next alternative was night manager at MacDonald's."

Which I thought was pretty funny.

Dinner service was ending. Rainee rang a bell and we lined up again to file back to our salon assignments. We'd get an hours rest first, and some food and drink for ourselves. Meanwhile Master would hear our preliminary evaluations from the guys, and he would assign each of us a rotation of guys for Session 2. The men would turn to business while we rested.

Back in the Blue Salon changing room Emily and I shared some cold chicken salad and fresh water. We still had 50 minutes till Session 2 began and we curled up together on the couch. There was little to say. Now that I had finally seen all 9 guys it was natural to wonder which of them I'd get in Session 2. But I didn't. I knew I'd draw Baby. Master wouldn't let me escape the cock that choked Rafa out. To do so would be to invite the idea that he was frightened of Baby. The only question was which slot Baby would get. 

Emily's boobs felt so nice and soft and warm against mine laying there together on the couch! Her hand brushed over my ass from time to time. We kissed a bit and then I was out asleep. 

Emily watched over me and woke me with 20 minutes to go. She took me in the shower and then made me pretty for the boys. I was ready.

I can go quicker about some of Session 2. I mean I tried to give you every suck, pinch and swallow for Session 1. And I won't say Session 2 was anticlimactic -- because every one of my boys climaxed and there's a boatload of cum in my belly to prove it. In fact my highlight reel was about to need updating. But everything was colored by Rafa's going to the hospital, which was going to be the big news of the night no matter how I performed. So there!

My round 4 blowjob was Ham, the big white guy I'd served at dinner. Ham was the quiet type for sure. He never said a word to me, just watched me as I approached him, knelt, kissed and licked and started sucking. He shifted back and let his fingers interlace behind his head, his pelvis elevated to give me better access to his hard cock. I paced him and I paced myself. I sensed he wanted all mouth and gave him that. At 10 minutes I began sucking harder and faster. At what I figured was 15 minutes I took the swollen head of his cock in my throat for the first time. At maybe 18 minutes I throated him and snaked my tongue out to lick his balls. Ham gave me an 'aaaah' -- the only sound he made the whole time. I constricted my throat and lapped inside with my tongue. At 19:30 -- the boys were timing him -- he blew his load straight down my throat. He slid the cock out of my mouth, stood, pulled up his drawers and walked away. The crowd was almost as quiet as him, giving me merely a 'Missed a drop slut.' But I hadn't.




Training Notes: Chloe's Story Ch. 03



Emily had me all pretty and smelling sweet as I walked in for round 5. It was Baby. I won't say I wasn't nervous about it. You try sucking his cock. But I was prepared. I knew I was. Master had announced only 4 weeks earlier that I had a 'narrow throat.' Now we'd find out if my preparation had improved that throat.

The crowd was into it before I could walk over to him. I heard:

"Baby got a double load saved up for the slut."

And: "Hope that ambulance didn't go too far away." Which I thought was rude.

And: "Baby fucks this girl's mouth we gonna see the head come backwards out of her pussy."

I knelt and looked up. Baby smiled down at me and said "You're eyes are pretty like that."

He made me smile and blush. I wasn't expecting it but would have to remember to tell Emily. She deserved the credit.

He nodded. I got to work. 

I figured if I could make it past the first 5 minutes or so I could do it. After about 5 minutes a girl's mind disappears and she gets to suck without thinking, which is what our training prepares us to do. But Baby was hot for it. He really had missed cumming earlier when Rafa went down. Now he wanted to fuck and he wanted to cum and cum hard. 

I was only able to do a minute or so of kissing and smooching and lapping from below. Another minute was spent lathing his big black sperm filled balls. Baby lifted my chin and moved my lips to the crown of his gorgeous tool and I sucked. And sucked. And sucked. Got him down about half way and felt as stretched as I would ever feel. I shifted forward and up to get above his rigid cock, and went back to Martha saying "Make your mouth a cunt." That had helped me with Joe in round 2. My hands went softly cradling Baby's nuts and sucked down hard to 2 inches above the root. Baby began to fuck my mouth-cunt and spoke for the first time.

"That's a good girl. Baby going to do you right." The crowd gave a little cheer and I wondered if I was at the 5 minute mark yet.

His hand caressed my hanging tit and a shiver shot through my entire body. How could he be so gentle there while he was fucking my throat? I plunged down open throated and thought I could get him all. Still another inch to go. Baby made love with his hands to both tits now and I was gagging and breathing and took another ride down the shaft. Still that inch.

I played with his balls and he played with my tits and suddenly that mouth-cunt got him. The root. I kept him deep in my throat, feeling his expanding dick fuck it with no way for me to contract it further. He tweaked my nipples again and I was off. I realized then he was going to make me cum from the blowjob.

"Little slut going after it now. Baby doing her soooo good."

"Too bad she ain't got but those little titties. Still her mouth looks fine."

I heard them, appreciated them and ignored them. Now I was beyond ready to do him. My fingers wandered down to my pussy. It was steaming hot and bubbling juices. I took some of my slick and raised my fingers to paint Baby's balls with it. I was no longer just using my mouth as a cunt. My entire body, entire being if that makes sense, had become a cunt just for him. And he was fucking her just like a good cunt needs to be fucked.

"It's drowning time for this little girl."

Whoever said it was right. Baby had sped up. I sped up with him. He was going to nut big in me. I had no idea of the time and didn't particularly care. A cunt can only stand so much.

Baby's hand went to the root and joined my lips there, enjoying the feel of how he was splitting me open. My tongue danced up and down the shaft while I stayed claimed to his root. I tried to count but couldn't. He pulled it out and I made slutty sounds without trying. Now he raised my body up with one hand and pointed the cockhead at my tits. I came, crying and moaning, as waves of cum shot to my breasts. I couldn't count the shots. I just knew that dick wouldn't stop hitting me. And I came as long and as hard as Baby did.

My head was hanging. I could hardly breathe. I knew I couldn't stand. My tits appeared to be two thirds frosting and 1 third flesh. The red nipples he'd made love to still popped and shone beneath their creamy share of the load. From the side I could see Master, eyes wide open staring down at me.

"Fuck! Baby made her tits disappear."

"Damn. He got her off too. Slut came like your mom does when I fuck her."

"I told you she'd be the best."

"Your mom?"

"Fuck! Nineteen forty-six. Wondered if..."

"Baby doesn't miss 2 sluts in one night."

The chime went off. Baby lifted my chin, smiled and said "Thank you sweetheart. You're a keeper for sure." Then the guys filed out slapping Baby on the back and glancing back to see me kneeling there in cream covered bliss.

Emily had to come over and steady me, then walk me out after the guys left the room.

"You got Baby. Right?"

Nods.

"From the sounds of the cheers I'd guess you did good."

Nods.

"You want to tell me about it?"

I tried my voice. It seemed to work. "Not yet. Later. OK?"

Now Emily nodded.

I would have told her right away if I could have. I couldn't. It felt like I was still cumming.

Twenty minutes later I came out for my last blowjob of the night. It was Snook. He too greeted me with a big warm smile. And a joke.

"Got all your parts working after Baby?"

I nodded with my eyes down and said "Yessir." I knelt.

Snooky took his nice thick cock and began rubbing it over my face. Smeared some nice precum on my lips too. He took the dick and slapped it across my forehead before presenting it.

The crowd was big again, but it was probably as much to hear him as to see me.

I was lapping his dick. Snook was taking his time. I heard:

"You dating her or fucking her Snook?"

"Both" he told them. He smacked my head and cheeks with the fat cock a while longer and then lifted my mouth to the head. I sucked it. His hand cradled the back of my head and forced me further down. Now he wanted deep right away.

I could hear Marvin say "Wishes he had Baby's dick. Can't do her no harm with that little white thing."

Snook was laughing with the guys but said "Marvin, if I had Baby's dick, I'd be fucking you instead of her. Turn your cute black ass out."

They were whooping and hollering. Meanwhile I was gagging. Probably 2 minutes in and my throat was impaled on his cock. I tried to be a cunt then but just couldn't, not after Baby had reamed me, not after I'd turned into a cunt for him.

So I gave Snooky my best plain vanilla white girl blowjob. Got him thinking about the first girl who sucked his dick I bet. Played it all girly and shy and made him fuck me and when he wasn't fucking I was just making those noises guys like (me too to be honest) and getting that cock sooooooo wet and slippery. Plain vanilla is nice. I think he agreed.

I got to his balls. I could tell he liked it there. I went behind his balls and grazed his asshole with a wet finger. He chucked me then. I went back to balls only.

"She's thinking about fucking him now. Gonna be a race to see which girl is stronger."

But I behaved. Did his balls nicely. Sucked like his prom date. Made cute little noises. Not all of the noises were put on but I bet the guys in the audience couldn't tell which were fake.

I heard "...got 3 minutes..." and went to work for the last time that night.

This time I grabbed Snooky's balls a bit harder. Got him to gasp at that. Pistoned my head up and down as fast as I could, and then squeezed his nuts again. I got that cock so wet it cut through my sucking lips like a red hot poker cuts through a fair girls skin.

Snook was done. He came jets in my mouth. I held it and he played with my tits, kind of like Baby did but not as nice, while turning my head to show off for the crowd. He held me there by the chin. Then dipped a finger into his juice and took it out. Painted my eyebrows, then my eyelids, then my lips. He dabbed a bit on my ears, and then put a nice dollop on each nipple. The crowd was cheering and laughing.

Then "You go now Chloe. Show them how much you love me." I swallowed and had time to go back down and clean his cock up nice. 

The chime went. And so did the guys.

Emily gave me the real news before I collapse on the couch.

"Rafa's back."

She could see the surprise in my eyes. I didn't say anything.

"Yeah. Rainee was just here. Brought your Yellow Dress. Congratulations Chloe." She kissed my cheek.

"I still have to wait for Master's judgment tomorrow. I always wanted the dress, but unless he passes me tomorrow...."

Emily looked at me and kissed my cheek again right over the cum Snooky had painted there. She didn't care. She laughed and held my hand and said "Right. We'll never discuss any girl's brand. Certainly not yours." She laughed again with a tear in her eye this time. "But we know."

And I did know. I had the dress and Master would pass me tomorrow. I was almost there.

"Rafa?"

"Well they had her down there for 2 hours running tests. Apparently she just fainted for reasons unknown. Rainee says she's fine now, but crying a lot."

"I bet. It's sad for her."

"Weird thing is Master Robert has already left. Now she's here without him."

I felt dreamy and exhausted. "Well I bet there might be a guy or two offers to drive her back for him."

Emily smiled at me then and took my hand. "Shower for you young lady. That Yellow Dress better not have any cream on it when we bring you to Master."

Twenty minutes later we were queued with the other girls outside of Master's library. Bethany was holding Rafa's hand while she cried silently. We all went to her and kissed her cheek. Nothing else we could have done. Two of us, Wendy and I, wore expensive yellow satin which came modestly to the knee and which did not display our tits at all. The other 8 girls, seven from Rogonfeldt plus Rafa, were nude. Wendy was nervous and excited. By all accounts she had done well. I was calm. 

Master would be inside finishing up his payments to the guys. The word was that each guy got $2,000 for the evening, which, as Marvin had said earlier, was not bad for the work they did. The door opened a crack. It was Master Josh. He addressed Bethany.

"Give us one minute and then knock."

Bethany looked at Sam. Sam said "Yessir" and we waited.

Sam knocked, the door opened and we slid in to our positions. Wendy and I knelt in beside Master's desk; the other girls knelt along the perimeter of the room. Master sat behind his desk with a tumbler of Scotch. Masters Will and Josh stood on the far side of the desk, each holding a Scotch and a big cigar. Only 3 of the guys had remained after payment to enjoy drinks, Brent, Marvin and Snook, the 3 liveliest of the guys. The rest had left through Master's private garden.

Master eyed the three guys and nodded their way, encouraging them to drink up. They knew what he wanted and prepared to leave. Brent looked sad at leaving Wendy but the other two were pretty jovial. Master was sometimes said to enjoy these little after parties and relax. He didn't look that way tonight.

They said their goodbyes and thanks to the Masters and then turned and bowed to Wendy and me, bowed to Sam and then bowed to all the assembled girls. Brent went to Wendy for a final, chaste kiss. They left.

Master took his time. He lit his own cigar and asked Bethany to pour him another Scotch. That's when he began.

"Girls. It's been a night of surprises, for all of us. I want to thank you all for the hard work you've done here to make this night go well. You as well Rafa." Her eyes were down. She wept. "I know this has been very difficult for you, but we all know that you are an exceptional property. Any house would be proud of your work tonight."

"Bethany, the care you showed this young lady was exemplary. Many thanks." He raised his glass to her and Bethany's face shone for the first time that day. 

"Sam. You saved us when you took over for Rafa. An incredible job when you were expecting a quiet evening for yourself. Thank you." Sam's eyes were down. Her face and neck were mottled.

"And now to the two Rogonfeldt sluts on trial tonight." Wendy and I kept our eyes down but shifted in Master's direction. "Eyes up girls." We looked at him then.

"You girls all know that the tradition in Rogonfeldt House is to do no business on the night of the trial. This time is social for us all and I give each girl her evaluation the day after the trial. I like to sleep on these decisions. We can afford no mistakes in our house."

He paused.

"Tonight is different and I'd like everyone's attention while I make a few announcements."

Attention would be an understatement. Wendy and I at least were vibrating with anticipation. But then he turned away from us towards the kneeling mass of girls.

"First. Rafa. Look up girl." Bethany helped raise her chin. We all were able to see the tear streaked face. "Rafa got sick. Nothing she or anyone can do about that other than give her the best medical treatment we can find. We've done that. The doctors tell me she is fine now, and she is going to be fine in the future."

"We know that she was unable to earn her Yellow Dress tonight. We know what that meant to her and to her future." Master paused and smiled at the girl. "Now we must see what can be done about this situation." I shifted my eyes towards the hand that held his cigar. He raised the cigar to his lips and puffed, letting out a huge plume of aromatic smoke. Master continued "Actually now I must see what can be done." We didn't know what he meant. He had to? But Master did not leave us in suspense long. "I must because I now am Rafa's owner. I purchased Rafa from Aaronson House 30 minutes ago. Rafa!" Her eyes were as big as the moon. "You are now a Rogonfeldt girl. Do us proud."

A cry of thankfulness and wonder broke from the poor girl. The rest of us girls were speechless. Only Master Will spoke "John! How can you... why? She's not...."

"Will. I'll discuss my reasons with you and Josh in tomorrow's business meeting. I have an idea about her." He scanned the rest of us and laughed at the sight of 9 mouths hanging open in wonderment, surprise and maybe even fear. What had Master done? For a second there I felt like he was bringing the enemy behind our own walls. Then I looked at her kneeling there, naked and miserable despite Master's generous gesture of acquisition. My heart really went out to her then.

Master looked towards the girls again and laughed down at us gently. He enjoyed our confusion for a second and then said "Are you girls not going to welcome our new slut? I thought we'd taught you better manners than that."

Bethany let out a whoop, rose up and pulled Rafa from her knees beside her. Bethany now crushed Rafa in a hug. It was contagious. Girls stood and ran to them without seeking or getting permission. Or I guess Master had already given us permission. Wendy and I were the last 2 in to what had become a dense thicket of naked crying laughing kissing and hugging sluts.

When we quieted down Master waved all the girls back to their positions. Rafa alone was left standing. He asked the traditional question. "Rafa! Do you accept this fate? Is it your fate to serve me?" Now Rafa was crying almost uncontrollably. She rushed forward to kneel before the desk, realized Master could no longer see her, rose, swayed twice and said the response "I accept this fate. It is my fate." Her crying was getting out of control, big fat tears staining her face and chest. Master smiled and said "So be it then. Take your place with the other girls."

We buzzed a bit without intending that. Master had to shush us -- which is almost unheard of. He went on.

"Bethany, stand!" Bethany rose up, her face shining with the joy she felt for Rafa, but she was nervous too, remembering that her entire punishment might not have been her demotion. Master resumed "Bethany, you made a mistake. A big mistake." No one had to warn us girls to do eyes down now. No one wanted to see what might happen to Bethany. "For that mistake you have apologized to me, to Will and to Josh. You have apologized to Chloe and to the other girls. You have been made second house slut behind Sam." My ears were ringing and I felt I might swoon imagining how she felt.

"But I made a mistake too." An involuntary gasp came from one of the girls, I'm not sure which. Master was an unusual man. He had publicly admitted to mistakes, even in front of the girls, in the past. Each time a look of scorn and dismay would wash over Master Will's face. Master went on "I acted too quickly in demoting you from lead house girl. What you did to support us here tonight, and to protect and help and love Rafa has shown me that." We all held our breath. Could he?

"Sam, stand!" Sam arouse with the same dreamy look she always had, neither distraught nor seemingly concerned. "Sam you too have rendered invaluable help to me tonight in allowing the trial to go forward for Chloe and Wendy. Those 2 sluts are forever in your debt, as am I." She colored slightly. "But I see that you are not my lead house girl. You are too inward, too deep for that role. For my lead girls I need a girl who wants to lead girls."

"So I have decided to reinstate Bethany as lead. Sam you resume your role as second house girl." We buzzed again, almost against our wills. Master went on "Bethany, your punishment has been modified: you will lose the nipple ring and tongue ring that hold the image of the Rogonfeldt brand. These are to be replaced with simple pearl." Bethany was crying; Sam reached over and held her hand to support her. "Girls, you may now acknowledge your first and second house sluts."

There was a genuine sensation. We all loved and respected both Bethany and Sam, and now we loved Master more than ever. We rose again and formed the same throbbing mass of girl hugs and kisses and congratulations as we had done for Rafa.

Master waved us back to position.

"Chloe. Rise. You've been a good and obedient girl for me. You wear the Yellow Dress beautifully. Already you had worn the Red Dress. I think I knew right then. But tonight you proved that you are as good and proficient a cocksucker as my house has seen since Sam trialed a year ago. There is no need for further delay." He paused for effect. "You will be branded Rogonfeldt property in 1 week."

Now I was sobbing, fat tear running down my cheeks to the soft yellow fabric. I blurted out a "Thank you, sir!" and the girls looked as if they were going to rush me for a 3rd group hug. But Master looked them down before they could move.

I remained standing as he said "Wendy, stand!" She did so looking more nervous than ever. Master looked at her and smiled. "Wendy, you, of all of my sluts, have struggled with some of the exercises and techniques I require. You now have Yellow, and you too wore Red not long ago. But Red and Yellow do not guarantee a girl's brand. Not if she is otherwise deficient in her duties to me. To brand a girl who falls below standard would be a disservice to me, to the other Masters and to the house itself. It would reflect badly on the value of my property, which brings lower prices for all my girls." Master shuffled some papers on his desk. He waited and Wendy was turning crimson. "What am I to do with you Wendy?"

Then with a smile he asked "Wendy, do you know the expression 'cunt-struck'?

Wendy looked back completely befuddled, words would not come out. I thought then we might have our second fainting spell of the night.

"Answer me Wendy -- do you know what it is for a man to be 'cunt-struck'?

Wendy stammered back "No.....No Sir"

"I'm not surprised. It's an archaic expression from the 19th century. Has hardly been used in the last 250 years. Back then it was used when a man was so taken with a girl's cunt, or with the girl herself, or by extension with her throat, that he was mad with lust for her." Wendy looked more confused than ever.




Training Notes: Chloe's Story Ch. 03



"Tonight you achieved what few girls in our house ever have. You left your man cunt-struck. Brent I believe it was. Asked for your mouth a second time in Session 2, which hardly ever occurs. I gave it to him to see if his lust for you would slack after 2 blowjobs. It didn't. He left here more struck by you, your submission and mouth, than ever."

Master went on, almost seeming to talk to himself as much as to Wendy. "When I think of the value of my property, when I try in advance to gauge the price a trained girl will bring, there is some science of course, but there is a lot of art. Call it the art of the educated guess. A guess based on having evaluated 100's of sluts over the years. And tonight my guess is that if you can do that to Brent, then there are many other men out there you can do it to as well."

"Wendy!" She was trembling, and the tears were hitting her yellow as they had mine. "You are to be branded Rogonfeldt property one week from today." Her eyes grew bigger and bigger as he spoke. She didn't say a word, just stood there shaking. No words were needed.

Now the girls did burst forward to surround us both. We barely could hear Master as he said "Good night ladies. It's been a long day and it's now time for me, Will and Josh to excuse ourselves. Enjoy the celebration!"



Training Notes: Emily's Story



Even I knew that you did not discuss a girl's brand before it had been applied to her derriere. The other girls told me on the first night of orientation that it was never, ever discussed in advance. We were not even to think about it, not our own and not those of the other girls in house. Afterwards we could all look and ooh and aah to our hearts content – but never before. Not so much as a mention.

Bethany broke the taboo. She was the girl who had given me oral training earlier that day. She had then fucked me while I sucked off our Master. We ended the session, after Master was done with my mouth, with me eating her pussy. Then she finger fucked me slowly till I came. But before our cool down she had offered advice to our Master – a very tricky proposition for any girl, even one like Bethany already under the brand. And the advice had implied strongly that I was about to be branded for his house. Bad idea!

To the other sluts the key was not to jinx the girl in question. They were a surprisingly superstitious lot although many of them were quite intelligent and sophisticated in other ways. But I soon discovered that the master's view was different. They implanted in us the belief that the discussion was bad luck mainly in order not to have the girls get big heads. Their view was that an overconfident or cocky slut was an unmotivated slut. They wanted their girls – the new girls especially – to be hungry for it.

About the 'Masters.' I told you that in our house our Master was never referred to as Master to his face. We simply answered 'yessir' – and that was about 95% - or 'nossir' – in the 5% when he was asking a factual question to which that was the appropriate, respectful answer. But of course we girls spend the majority of our time without Master present – and we have to refer to him then in some way. So we used 'Master' in our thoughts and conversations with one another. And of course there were often visitors to whom the only acceptable address was 'Master.' The girls in my house for the most part felt like we were privileged in not needing to use it every day to our Master. It made us so much more his willing slaves.

And about those brands. Even now the idea of the brand is widely misunderstood and reviled in the straight world. Most people still picture a bound, terrified girl being seared with a red hot poker for the sadistic pleasure of the Masters. But far from it. Quality houses like mine treated the branding ceremony with clinical care and precision. Girls were anesthetized, either locally or with a saddle block or, in certain rare cases, with full anesthesia. Masters attended but only to mark the moment of final and complete ownership of the girl. Also to sooth, comfort and love her. The brands were administered by clinicians under the Master's direction. And woe be unto them if they messed up a girl's body with a botched job. We were property, but highly valuable and valued property.

The branding was done as a ceremony, and after it was applied the Master would typically present a gift to the girl – some nice ring or collar or a decorative stone added to her tit or clit. Bethany's mistake was to imply my brand by suggesting that my tits could be pierced during the same ceremony. Bad idea! The newly marked girl would kneel to accept the gift, and then have it fitted on her by the Master. She would then kiss the Master's hand or dick. Then she would be robed and hustled out by the other girls to a slave-only celebration dinner in her honor. She was then fully owned.

Brands had been given a bad reputation based on some of the horrors that appeared on girls in the first year after full legalization of slave houses. Awful, aggressive, unflattering, poorly applied and poorly worn, they scandalized society to the point where there were cries for outlawing the brand altogether. The houses fought that off – and then realized they were devaluing their sluts by marking them so rudely. Nowadays the key concepts in a brand are discreet, feminine and pretty. They emphasize subjugation and submission, but they don't need to be ugly. They are as discreet and feminine and pretty as a brand marking your slavehood can be. 

Some houses use the underside of a girl's tit to hide the brand in public, some use the side. Some houses brand the hip or the inner thigh. My house used the underside of the girl's ass. It was very beautiful on girls with the kind of high, rounded asses my Master sought out. On the right girl's ass – and I was convinced mine would be one of them despite the taboo of thinking about it – the brand was basically invisible unless and until the girl was bent over for use.

Every house had a unique brand of course. Ours was a heart shape with double vertical bars inside. The message was voluntary submission and slavehood: the cage is in the heart rather than the heart in the cage. The Masters often added the girl's initials or the date of final subjugation, but I liked the simpler house seal only the best. As I said we girls mostly cared about its being pretty on our bottoms. We liked that it was somewhat hidden. 

Girls bragged about going home to their parents for vacation and being able to wear a boy shorts type bikini to the beach with them. Not that any girls parents would not know what her life was – just that there was no sense in rubbing it in on them or scandalizing the neighbors while at home. And of course some girls and families had no desire to hide it anyway. Nowadays one could be proud of the brand – especially those that came from the good houses.

There were now about 20 to 25 registered houses in the Bay area. Most of them were small, specialty boutiques like Rogonfeldt with no more than 6 to 10 girls in residence at any time, and no more than 3 or 4 sales in a year. But there were two super-houses with up to 30 girls and a small number of small houses specializing in male slaves. The male and female slave segregation of the legalization bill had been very controversial at first, but the owners had made it work. The total number of sluts sold in a year was about 120 females and 20 males. This covered most of the market on the west coast, although there were a small number of houses down in Nevada too. The east and midwest had their own houses of course.

The modern era of slavery therefore, which is roughly the last 20 years, has seen no more than about 2,000 girls sent into the life. This meant there might be about 1,000 active female sex slaves for the entire western region, since a slut's useful life is said to be about 10 years. All of them were branded (by law.) And all of them had been trained in a registered house (by law.) Rogonfeldt was acknowledged to be one of the best in quality, and the prices they demanded reflected this. The area average was that girls with about 2 years of house training could be expected to bring somewhere between 1 and 1.5 million dollars at auction. Rogonfeldt sluts were consistently at the high end of that range and had been known to sell for over $2 million in a few instances.

Where Bethany fit in now that she had broken a significant taboo was anybody's guess. She looked so sad that night as we sat at the dinner table. As I said, by rights I could have brought her to bed to eat my pussy, but I took a pass. Tomorrow would be a big day for me – final exams in blowjob training. It was also likely to be a big day for her since Master's decisions and punishments tended to be promptly delivered. I took my self to bed alone (for once) and early (for once) and wrote down my recollections on The Power of the Brand. It's the story of a girl in the house, Emily, who I really liked. And it explains better than I can the reverence with which we girls think of the brand. Here is her story:

The Power of the Brand

On my second evening in the house a girl named Emily told us about being at the beach on vacation with her parents the previous summer. She wore a bikini with a skimpy bottom. Girls were much less self-conscious about being exposed in public now that sexual servitude was established in the law and in the culture. They tended to be proud of their brands, especially the brand of a good house like Rogonfeldt. No one had noticed Emily's brand all afternoon, not until she lay on her tummy sunning near the end of the day. 

A mother in her early 30's walked by with two young daughters. Emily told us she guessed the girls were around 12 and 14.

"Mom! Look! She has one!"

"Oh my....she does."

"Oooooh. It's a pretty one too!"

Emily craned her neck back to look up at the girls. It seemed to have been the younger one speaking. She looked up at the mom and smiled. Emily was by nature the open, friendly sort, and she had of course been very well trained to please.

"Hi. They can look. It's ok."

The mom started tugging at the one girl's hand, "Oh, no. We didn't mean to bother you."

But now the older of the two girls walked towards Emily to say "Can we? You don't mind? We talk about it at home. A lot."

The mother stopped her retreat dead. Then the younger girl pulled free of her mom and plopped down on the sand right by Emily's bum. Giving her a close-up of the brand. The girls had their own little bikinis on, but not much to show by way of development. The mom had a bikini herself and showed off some very nice tits. But a sarong on the bottom half hid the view that Emily was most interested in.

Emily asked the girls "Have you seen one before?"

The older daughter said "Not really. Our cousin is branded on her tit." Both girls giggled at the naughty word and their mom frowned but didn't interrupt. "We went to the beach with her last summer. But her bathing suit covered it up so you couldn't really see much. I wanted to ask to see it but Abby said it would be rude because our uncle was there."

"What house is she in?"

As the girl started to answer "I don't know the ......" two things happened. First the younger girl, Abby her sister had called her, reached over and ran her index finger along the crease of Emily's ass and over the brand. Second, the mother, ignoring that, answered the question.

"She's a Fydrich girl, been there 2 years since she turned 18."

"Oh, I hear that's a good house for girls. We've been to a couple of events where we paired up with them........It's ok honey. You can touch it too."

The older girl now sat with her sister and ran her own fingers over the brand. A big smile broke out on her face. A man walking by took his time to enjoy the unusual view, but hurried along when the mom shot a nasty look his way. It was late afternoon and the beach had been emptying out for about an hour. Now it was nearly deserted here so there wasn't too much of a spectacle about it. 

The mother came and sat beside Emily so they could see one another's faces without Emily needing to strain her neck. She tucked the sarong modestly around her knees. The older girl looked away from Emily's brand after the touch and began to make little sand piles near Emily's bum. The younger one again took up the delicate tracing of the brand. She looked down at it very seriously, as if memorizing the shape and texture of the thing.

The mom said "That's enough now Abby. Leave the poor woman alone." The finger disappeared from her flesh and the girl began to make sand castles with her sister.

"I hope we didn't bother you. I know you girls don't get a lot of time to yourselves."

"No problem at all. I love children and it's so natural for them to wonder."

"Oh my God do they ever. Ever since the vacation last year with Fiona – that's my niece at Fydrich – the whole thing comes up like every other day. Their father gets mad at them but I understand. I mean women do, right? It's just curiosity. It doesn't mean...."

"Well you are right. It doesn't mean they will want to choose this life – or that you would allow it, not to mention your husband's allowing it. You all have plenty of time to figure things out."

"I didn't mean to be insulting. I mean if they chose it – either of them – I would support it. But Hank is definitely another story."

"Tell me about it. You should have seen my Dad's reaction."

"I bet."

"That's him out there with my mom." Emily turned and pointed to a jetski with two riders a couple of hundred yards off shore. "He's cool with it now though. Especially since my younger sister made the choice last year to become a wife. We kid him that now he has one of each he can relax. And for the most part he does. It's why I don't mind showing off my brand in front of him. Well I don't exactly mean 'showing off' but just it's not a big deal now in our family if it's not covered up."

"Well that's very nice of him.....It is such a pretty brand. Be a shame not to be able to show it."

"The Fydrich is nice too."

"Yes! The intertwined F and Y came out nice on Fiona's boob."

"I wonder if I met her. At the event I mean. We didn't exactly get to exchange cards with their girls." Here Emily laughed and the mother looked down at the girls to make sure they weren't listening. "But I certainly got a nice close-up of their brand."

"Oh! I did too when Fiona was changing out of her suit.......Oh! I see what an idiot I am." Now the mom was laughing and the girls must have looked up because she bent in and whispered to Emily "I guess you did get a better close-up than I did."

Mom said "You girls go down to the water and play now. Let Mommy talk to our new friend."

The younger one made a face, but both girls jumped up and ran down to the water's edge. Emily registered: they were certainly obedient. She guessed that the mother and father had done a very good job with the girls. Still, you never knew. At least they had the obedience to have the option.

Emily smiled up at her. "What does Fiona look like? Maybe we did....you know..." and broke off laughing again.

"Oh Fi is a beautiful girl. Full Irish like her name. Milk white. Red hair. Spray of freckles across her nose and chest. Just a sweetheart. And her tits are gorgeous, oh my but they are gorgeous. And now the brand sets them off so nice. The look of the black print on the white skin. And the brand always shows better on a big firm tit like Fi has."

"Yeah, Fydrich does the side of the tit and it's very cute. Fiona sounds beautiful."

"She is. And my sister is so proud of her. Her dad too but you know guys. He has to pretend like he doesn't approve. But he does. You should have seen him when my sister told us all that Fi was the best natural cocksucker of the three girls in her incoming class. The Master told her so in person. Her dad turned all red and didn't say anything but you could tell he was proud of her too. Later on my sister told me he asked what the qualifier 'natural' meant. Was Fi falling behind in training? Was she the best cocksucker or just the best 'natural'? He's a good dad to her."

Emily figured that the Fydrich Master might say that sort of thing to all the parents to get them on board. But she would never be rude enough to say that and mentally blamed herself for even thinking it. Her Master would not appreciate her thinking ill of her guest and her story.

"I don't think she was there though. At my event I mean. I'm sure I'd remember a girl who looked like that. The Fydrich girls who were there that night were more the slender blonde type. Like Scandinavian. More like me in fact because I think that's what was ordered from the two houses." Here she paused and assumed the deeper masculine voice of a master: "You know: 'bring in some fair sluts; their tits are not a priority.'" 

Emily laughed at the thought of her own small boobs. She wondered if the mom was trying to get a peek at them, so she rolled from her tummy to her side. Her tits were covered by the bikini top of course but it would give the mom the idea of their shape and size. And Emily would have been pleased to remove the top for her but thought that the girls were too close. She blushed at the recollection of her Master's appreciation of her tits: he had complimented their shape. But she knew she had been recruited more for her ass and mouth. Emily would never be in Fiona's league when it came to boobs!

Then the mom was all over Emily with questions. How old was she? (21) Where did she grow up? (Seattle) How old when she knew she wanted it? (Maybe 17 when I knew for sure, but I was pretty seriously thinking it by 15.) Did her dad really accept her brand? (He did, at least now.) Did her mom like the brand? (Very much.) Were they proud of her? (She thought so – thought they were proud of both their daughters.) What was her house name? (Rogonfeldt.) How long had she been under a brand? (Two and a half years.) Was it a hard life? (Yes, but it depended on how a girl took it.) How often and how hard do the Masters work the girls? (It varied so much there was no one answer, but every girl got worked by some Master at least twice per week.) Was it hard to learn to be with a girl? (Not for Emily it wasn't.) Or was it a pleasure after getting the rougher sex from men? (Yes but I enjoy servicing whoever Master commands me to service.) What was her favorite thing? (Her Master said she gave the best cunnilingus in the house, and often used her especially for Mistresses.) Had her parents seen her in house? (Yes. They had visited 6 months earlier.) Had they seen her in service? (Yes. Master had her and another girl serve tea when they visited.) But really seen her service? (Her Dad no, he declined and went outside for a smoke. But her mom had stayed to watch her suck off her Master and was beaming with pride when her Master complimented Emily's pretty swallow.) So her mom was really cool with it? (Well that part yes. But then Master brought in 3 black boys to fuck me after the blowjob and she was kind of shocked at that.) But she stayed? (Yep! Mom is a trooper and wanted to support me. It meant a lot but I never held it against my Dad. It's harder for men.)

Emily answered each question directly and honestly, knowing that our Master would require this of his slut. Master's rule was that, so long as people were respectful and asked out of a genuine desire to know, his sluts should not hide anything from the outside world. As they spoke the mom sometimes shouted out to the girls an instruction. "Not so deep!" or "Let her go Jen!" but for the most part they were able to converse freely together. The beach was even more deserted now and Emily's parents were still busy doing water donuts off in the distance.

Sarah particularly wanted to know how many dicks Emily had sucked (She estimated 50 or so.) How it felt to have a stranger cum in your mouth (She told her it depended on a lot of things – but mostly just on what her Master wanted.) Did they really train on blowjob and fucking machines? (Not at Rogonfeldt; not at the other quality houses where the girls use rubber cocks and dildos when there was no man available for live training.) How many women had had her? (She thought it was about 30.) She wanted to know how difficult it was to be trained in the ass (Emily told her it was her own biggest challenge.) Did she love her Master (To which: it's hard to say 'love' here, it's more about respect, submission and obedience.) When was her first blowjob? (At 16. But at 16 you blow your boyfriend after the prom and walk away feeling like a hero. This life is not like that.)

Finally the questions stopped and they watched the girls at play. It was close to sunset and Emily had long since rolled back on her tummy.

Sarah said "Well we really do need to go now. Thanks for entertaining the girls and for the chat. Very interesting!"

The mother hesitated as Emily replied "Thank you too – a pleasure to meet you. I'm Emily by the way. We'll be here for the week if you or the girls want to chat more." Her Master would expect her to be accommodating. Beyond that she did enjoy the conversation and was flattered by the attention.




Training Notes: Emily's Story



"I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you too. And the girls are Jenny and Abby. Abby's the baby and I swear she talks more about it than Jen. But you never know. Still waters in Jen's case." Emily flashed back to the big smile when Jen touched the brand. Then back to the serious gaze from Abby when she memorized the brand. "But we leave in the morning to go home." Sarah made a frowny face to indicate that she too would have liked to have more time together.

She paused again and looked sort of pained. Emily asked "What is it?"

"Well I'm embarrassed to ask. But could I? Could I do it too? Touch it I mean?"

Emily laughed. "Of course." She looked up and saw that the girls had wandered down the beach about 50 yards. They were splashing each other and tossing sea weed. She realized then that Sarah had been waiting for her chance alone, when the girls couldn't see how excited and eager she would be to touch a slut's brand. Emily swung around on her knees to reverse her position. Now her bottom was down where Sarah sat, near Sarah's hands. In this position she could watch the girls playing in the shallow surf. Emily said to her "Go on. Don't be afraid."

"I'm not it's just...." Sarah didn't finish the sentence.

Emily felt her fingers along the brand, lightly once. Then again softly back and forth over the brand. She heard a little burst of breath come from Sarah. She stopped and Emily thought she might be done. But she remained in place just in case. Then two fingers pressed a bit harder, rubbing back and forth over the brand as if to see if were a smudge that could be erased. Like a housewife fussing over it. But now Sarah's touch was more insistent and more emphatic. Certainly more so than the girls' touch had been. Theirs was simple curiosity. Sarah's was.....much more than that. 

Emily knew. She spread her legs a whisper to give Sarah the permission she needed. She felt Sarah's fingers slide along the crease of her ass, over the brand and down to where her bikini bottoms hugged her mound. At first her fingers ran along the crotch of the bikini, outlining the lips of Emily's shaved cunt. Then a single finger tugged under the elastic band at the crotch and she felt Sarah's finger reaching along her slit. Emily was glad she had worn this particular suit, since her other bikinis had much tighter fit over her cunt and would have made things difficult for Sarah.

"I've never touched....you know, I mean, another girl like this. Never."

Emily wasn't sure how to respond to this so she just did what she was trained for. Her legs opened wider. She scooched up her ass just high enough to give Sarah easy access. She got herself wet, a skill she had perfected more than a year earlier. She focused on the girls as their mom began finger fucking her under the suit. She watched her own mom and her dad banging over the waves and then the girls as they began digging at a crab. Emily popped her bottom up just a fraction more to give Sarah purchase inside her cunt. She knew that if she looked back she would see Sarah staring out to sea as well – acting like nothing was happening. But it was. Emily heard Sarah breathing hard as she got fucked. 

Her fingers were nice there; playing with Emily's clit, finding the jewel there got a little gasp of pleasure from Sarah. Now she was fucking her hard right out in open on the beach. Emily felt her stiff nipples rub against her bikini top, the sand under her beach towel giving them extra stimulation. She ground her tis into the sand and pushed back on Sarah's fingers. She saw the girls look up towards them as her pussy began to hum. Sarah must have waved to the girls and they went back to their crab. Now Emily's ass and pussy were even higher in the air, almost in full display position, and she was getting fucked hard by two fingers. She felt her orgasm building but delayed it for Sarah's pleasure. And then she heard it.

"Come for me slut. Come on my fingers.....Ahh God! I love fucking you." Sarah said it in the soft, raspy sex voice Emily knew so well from being used by other women. Her cunt got wetter and she fucked back again on those fingers to serve her new friend.

She came and came hard. A cry, a girlish moan of delight and submission escaped her. She reached to a paperback novel on the sand beside her. It went between her teeth so she could muffle the moans as Sarah kept fucking and she kept coming.

When it was done Sarah collapsed backwards onto the sand with an "Oh my God!" Emily turned her head and could see under the sarong to the tight little V between Sarah's thighs. Above she could see Sarah's chest heaving. She pictured them then in a 69 position right there on the beach.

Sarah jumped up and left Emily in her little puddle on the towel. Emily couldn't tell if her cunt was still exposed or not. She flopped her belly back down to a prone position and realized she was still gently grinding her tits into the sand. Sarah walked around to Emily's front, standing looking down at her and positioning her body between Emily and the girls. Emily looked up, the sun over Sarah's head put her in a halo of light and she realized for the first time how pretty Sarah was. Sarah's face was flushed with excitement and lust. Emily wanted then to present her mouth to Sarah's cunt but knew she couldn't. A sudden image of her mom and dad returning to see Emily's tongue inside of Sarah made her smile.

Sarah did that woman thing where the tip of the tongue comes out and flicks sensuously across the upper lip. She said "Thank you Emily. I wish...." But she didn't finish that sentence either. And then she took her middle finger between her lips and sucked it clean. "Thank you so much." She sucked in the finger again and Emily could see her wrap her tongue around it, trying to gather up all of the slut flavor it held. Then Sarah turned and ran down to the girls.

The three girls – mother and two daughters – waved to her when they left a few minutes later. The littler one, Abby, shouted out "Bye Emily! Be goooooooood!" and they all laughed. Emily waved and smiled back. It was the last she ever saw of them. 

She sighed and then chuckled silently to herself. She was content. She had done her job and done it well. At least she hoped that was true, hoped that her Master would have approved, and hoped that he would approve when she reported the story after her vacation. Emily could see her mom and dad coming toward her across the sand. So they hadn't missed her getting used by much, even if it had not been the kind of wanton face-buried-in-Sarah's-cunt use she had imaged a few minutes earlier. They must have returned the jetski while Emily was busy getting fucked. 

The three of them would go back to the cottage and grill out. They would drink wine and tell stories from when Emily was a little girl like Jen or Abby. She would get sleepy from the wine, the sun and the sex. She vowed to herself not to masturbate to the image of Sarah's face haloed by the sun, to the image of herself hopping to her knees and bending in and up to spread Sarah's cunt lips with her tongue. Her mom and dad kissed her cheek and shoved her off to bed. And Emily knew – she absolutely knew – that Sarah's husband was in for the best sex of his life in the next few hours.



Training Notes: Sam's Story



After our trial, and the girls-only celebration that lasted through the night, Wendy and I were given 3 days of rest and recovery restricted to the Rogonfeldt grounds. I did some writing. She and I were able to go on long walks. The other girls left us to rest up; the masters ignored us. They were busy with the other girls and, especially, with integrating Rafa into the house. I read novels and we read fashion and girly magazines together. We still had most of the week to prepare for our brandings.

For the first time we were able to discuss our brands and our futures openly. How long after branding would it be till Master auctioned us? How sad and frightened and excited we would be to leave his care! What price would each of us fetch? What sort of Masters would buy us? What did we want? All the dreams we'd had since we were girls came spilling out to one another. Is it better to be a Master's only slut, or to get a Master with many girls? Is it better if he has a wife and children or is a single man? How often would our bodies be used? And in how many different ways? Would our bodies be used just by Master or by his friends and associates? We knew our new Masters would be rich, but there's rich and very rich. Which would we get?

Wendy and I oohed and aahed over the gorgeous dresses, the lingerie, the shoes, the makeup, the cute little bags, the bikinis, the hats, the perfumes and the jewelry in the magazines. All the things we had given up to become naked sluts in Rogonfeldt might come back to us depending on the new Master. Would our new Masters want us in those? Would there be shopping trips to Paris or Milan as some girls claimed? Or were we to remain as naked as we had been over the last few months?

What would please him best? Would he be handsome? Kind? Generous? Strict with his girls? Would he favor severe punishments? Our dreams and fears came out. We reveled in our ability to discuss the unknowable. We were girls.

As we walked the formal gardens Wendy said "I wish Brent had the kind of money to buy me."

"Yes. You two certainly hit it off."

"I would be such a great slut for him......Oooh. I mean for any Master it's just...."

"I know what you meant." Master had told us that Brent had been cunt-stricken with her and she was clearly just as cock-stricken with him. Would any man ever be cunt-stricken over me?

"Well it's different for you. We couldn't talk about it but everyone knew you'd get the brand. You're so gorgeous and perfect." We stopped and she kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her back as she continued. "Me? Up until 3 days ago I was thinking I'd become an off-brand slut for some mid-level guy with 3 bratty kids and an ugly wife."

I smiled. "You did great. You earned your position."

"I wish that position was bent over a table getting fucked by Brent." We laughed at her little joke, but I could tell she meant it. Wendy would never forget her first love.

Her fears had been real enough. A Master might have many slaves or just one. A wealthy man would of course have at least 1 A-level house branded girl. He might have many such if he was very rich. Or he might have 1, 2 or 3 of us and then mix in any number of off-brand girls, either from the A houses or from B-level houses. (B-level house sluts did not get the brand by definition, but their masters sometimes would use distinctive (if inexpensive) jewels on the girl's clits or nipples to mark her origin.) But a girl who was off-brand, either from A or B level, could expect much harder use and much less reward at the end of her service.

On the fourth day after our blowjob trial Master approached me to discuss my writing, some of which you have already seen if you are following this diary. Master had graciously read what I had written and made only very small changes in it. He informed me that I was to include stories from the other girls. He required specifically that I begin with that enigma of a girl, Sam. I was of course happy to obey and looked forward to reading her personal story myself. I owed Sam a lot.

Master had been discussing the history of the female emancipation movement and the rise of slave houses with Sam, who is something of a history buff. He said that the slave point of view of that history must be included here. It turned out that Sam was more comfortable talking history than about her own life.

Here is Sam's contribution.

Sam's Story

I am not a writer. I do not understand how a girl who is a full time slut can be a part time writer. I don't mean to criticize Chloe, who I love and who is my sister slut, but I just don't understand this sort of thing. But my Master has required this story of me, specifically the outline of my own path towards Rogonfeldt and a broader historical view of female roles in society.

I am an identical twin. Samantha and Sascha, or Sam and Sasch as we were called by my parents. Identical in every way. We are legacy sluts. Mother was branded at 16 and ½ (which was legal in those days) and was sold to a wealthy Parisian banker before she turned 18. Mother served him till she was 28, at which point he sold her for marriage to a less well-off cousin, my father. Her initial sale was for $1.2 million, which was a good price for the time. Her subsequent sale to my father was set at $300,000.The low secondary price may have reflected a family discount, but still bothers my mother to this day. Father held 2 B-level sluts in addition to Mother.

Mother gave birth to a boy, Thomas, when she was 30. Two years later Sasch and I arrived. Thomas died at age 5 of heart related issues. As a result Sasch and I were protected and doted on excessively, which both my parents now freely admit.

Our upbringing was quiet and unexceptional. We were somewhat old-fashioned. Our parents were strict. We were all readers. It was assumed, but never required, that both girls would follow in Mother's footsteps. Both parents made much of our options to become wives or business women, but none of us really took it seriously. Meanwhile we lead dreamy, intellectual and very obedient lives. Mother encouraged it. Father encouraged it but demanded that we supplement our learning with more physical activities appropriate to our ages.

At age 12 Sasch and I were Junior Cheer-Sluts. By 14 we were Cheer-Sluts for the varsity teams at our schools. At our small school there wasn't really a full Cheer-Slut team. This is not unusual. Most high schools of, say, 1,000 students would have only 2 to 5 cheer-slut girls. There were of course many more sluts than that in a high school, but only a few had the grace and athletic ability to cheer for their teams as sluts. We functioned as an adjunct squad to the regular cheerleaders. As cheer-sluts we were recognizable by our sheer pink panties and lower cut tops. (Junior Cheer-Sluts get to wear distinctive panties, but they are not see-through.) We did the standard cheers with the other girls. We also got to team with the cheer-sluts from other schools to do our more suggestive dancing at half-time shows, dancing which excluded the regular girls. Most of our slut cheers were lesbian or fellatio themed.

The other main difference between cheer-sluts and the regulars: they sucked more cock after a game than we did. It made sense. We had a professional direction to be protected, and this meant not learning bad habits as a teen. It meant deferring pleasure till we could be professionally trained. The regulars, and the other girls at school, could afford some bad habits. They had to learn somewhere. Many men are said to find a certain awkwardness endearing in a younger girl. Most of the girls were likely never to outgrow these bad habits, but they almost had to begin sexual experimentation at a young age in order to begin searching for a husband.

Sasch and I were notable for never having blown or fucked a player of any team at the time of graduation. Mother and Father were quite strict with us in this regard.

Mother had been searching for opportunities for us since we were 14. The law requiring families to hire outside agents for their girls did not apply to us since we are legacies. Mother was our agent, technically under Father's direction. Her research lead to 3 possible houses for us: Rogonfeldt, Aaronson and Chaupette. We could have easily been admitted to her old house, McIntyre, but Mother felt that its quality had fallen off considerably from her day (when it was one of the best.) 

Mom, Sasch and I had assumed the 2 of us would go off together. Father decided against that when he began to suspect that identical twin girls would be relegated to the status of novelty item if they trained together. There had been at that time very few cases where twin girls trained together. But in those instances he found far too much of the girls being used almost exclusively for lesbian sex with one another – and their training became unbalanced. Often when one twin was getting fucked the man's load ended up in the conveniently nearby mouth of the other twin. He believed that the twin's prices and prospects for improvement and riches were significantly reduced.

I ended up at Rogonfeldt, Master paying my parents $250,000 for me. Sascha ended up at Chaupette which is almost 100 miles away. Her sale price was $273,000. These were good prices for us, but the differential bothers me in the same way Mother's secondary sale price bothers her.

Chloe has already reported that Master has been very complimentary of my cocksucking ability. This was not always so. I told you that neither Sasch nor I had blown a football player in high school. Most of our regular cheerleaders had blown 5 or more football players before graduation. I had blown exactly 3 men before coming to Rogonfeldt: our class valedictorian (because I admired his intelligence – and because he asked me to), my 11th grade history teacher (because he taught me the love of history – and because he asked me to) and my 23 year old cousin (because we were alone together on a beach during a family vacation – and because I asked him if I could.) The valedictorian got 1 blowjob from me, and no swallow. My cousin got about 5 blowjobs on that vacation and was my first, second and third swallow. But I sucked off my history teacher continuously over 2 years with many, many swallows. Mom and Dad had checked him out as a mentor and approved.

To complete my history: I had been fucked only by the history teacher, and he had my pussy a total of 3 times, each time carefully supervised by my parents.

When I got to Rogonfeldt I knew something, but not much. And Master was by no means complimentary of my cocksucking ability (or anything else) in my first few months. But the fact is that I found blowing most men easy and rewarding. There's something about the dreamy state a girl can enter while giving head that just suits me. Unlike some untrained girls I found the creamy essences of the men delicious and exciting. Sascha is the same in this regard. 

What I needed was consistent practice and training. I now got this in abundance from Master, from the other 2 Masters at Rogonfeldt, from a bevy of men brought in to exercise us girls, from other girls equipped with strap-on cocks and from my private exercise with dildos. By my third month Master was complimenting me as the best cocksucker he'd had at Rogonfeldt in the last 5 years.

Every girl must be more than just a cocksucker. My ratings at fucking, positioning, obedience, humility, service, femininity, submissiveness and decorum were excellent. I believe that I was naturally gifted in these areas. By month 4 I was branded. I am now scheduled for auction within the next few months. Master tells me that he thinks I will bring a nice price. Sascha, as usual, is just slightly ahead of me. She recently brought Chaupette $2.2 million from a Silicon Valley entrepreneur.

That is my history. I have done what Master required of me. At least the first part. The second part will be easier for me. A history of how society got where it is with regard to female emancipation. I base much of what follows on what I learned from that high school history class. I got a grade of A+ and was named (only after I had left for Rogonfeldt) the state's Most Exceptional High School Historian (Female Division) for an earlier version of what follows.

A History of Female Emancipation

We begin with a brief review of progress made in female emancipation in the 20th and 21st centuries. We then recount some of the problems women still faced in those times. We then proceed to compare the status of female emancipation in the 22nd century to its status in the 20th and 21st centuries.

Progress after the 19th Century

The 20th and 21st centuries saw progress in the following areas as compared to earlier times:

*Creation of and expanded access to reliable forms of birth control

*Access to medically safe (if in practice barbaric) abortion practices

*Increased access to educational and employment opportunities

*Lessening of religiously based, dogmatic constraints on female sexuality

*Improved results for women with regard to employment and pay equity

*Increased access to the professions (law, medicine, etc.) – some lessening of 'women jobs'

Problems for Females in the 20th and 21st centuries

The notable gains for females in the 20th and 21st centuries must of course be understood in reference to the truly horrible conditions for women in the 19th and earlier centuries. By 2050 and, especially, 2150 there is solid evidence of females having moved beyond the status of 'mere chattel' (Ferguson, p. 93 ff.) into more equal, if more directly competitive, relationship with males. Women increasingly had the right and the power to make more of their own life decisions within a range of societally acceptable options.

The problem for women was that this range of options was not one that supported their true natures and true desires. Male dominated society had, as it had in earlier eras, constructed a set of social norms that allowed women greater choice, but only within the set of choices which would ultimately accrue advantage to the existing male hierarchy (political, religious, economic, military and social hierarchies.) (Adams, p. 27 – 63) Women found themselves in the paradoxical position of internalizing the message of wellness and greater choice while they in fact became more and more desperate, depressed, anxious and unhappy. We see this over and over in the female writers and intellectuals of the era (Bunuel, p. 298) This paradox created an additional set of stresses which created a great downward spiral for females: stressed with new choices that did not respect their cunthood the women experienced guilt over their lack of happiness, the guilt, in turn, lead to ever greater stress and unhappiness, and hence even more guilt.

Two examples will suffice: First: Since women wanted greater economic freedom in the 20th and 21st centuries they were offered over time 'choices' for greater educational advancement (e.g. medical and law degrees) and for workplace equality (with some grudging acceptance of the equal pay for equal work principle.) By the early 21st century females had surpassed males in accomplishments in the practice of both law and medicine. What could not be admitted was that this choice for a few exceptional women created an obligation to earn in the male economy for all women. Societal pressures and economic necessity soon dictated that all women work in some business to the maximum capacity of their earning potential. Economic freedom for some had condemned the many to economic servitude to corporations with no interest in either the woman's economic, personal or family well-being.

Second: women wanted equal opportunities to earn money by way of military service. The result was another slew of uncunted jobs for women willing to be consumed by the militaristic culture of the times. The number of men dying in wars never decreased but there was a huge increase in the number of women dying in military conflict. There was an even more dramatic increase in the number of sex-crimes against women both in and out of the military.

The male model of success had said that happiness equals winning in competition, and that competition knew no bounds. One fucked one's competitor in business or in war to the maximum extent and made him disappear. One literally fucked him to death. (Adams, p. 452; Bunuel p. 66 ff.) Women were in fact given more choices to participate as cogs in the machine designed to implement this behavior model. 

What was missing throughout much of the 21st century was the notion that women are fundamentally different than men, and that femininity is an expression of cunthood just as masculinity is an expression of cockhood. It was time for women to be offered new choices in a new framework that emphasized their cuntliness.

Technology in the 20th and 21st Centuries: Laying the Foundations for Emancipation

Three huge developments in technology paved the way to eventual 22nd century emancipation for women (Adams, p 36 ff.). They were:

*Military: By the year 2070 weapons technology had advanced to the level where massive nuclear weapons were now fueled by new radioactive elements engineered with a half-life of 4 months or less. Military planning now moved beyond any antiquated notions of a balance of terror. Every nuclear power (there were 53 of them by the year 2070) was now convinced that nuclear war was not only winnable (which they had long believed) but winnable and happily survivable by the winners. The next war would be a total war.

*Medical: Medical research and development had successfully eradicated all known sexually transmitted diseases by the year 2082. Each former plague (e.g. AIDS, HIV, herpes, chlamydia, syphilis, HPV, etc.) fueled by natural sexual behaviors was now completely preventable and prevented. Each had been curable for some years prior. Medical advances had also perfected by 2150 essentially foolproof methods to avoid or create a pregnancy. The era of abortion as a tool for family planning was over. There were no longer any effective disease or condition based sanctions against a host of sexual behaviors formerly considered deviant.

*Information: The late 21st century saw a huge backlash against the increasing 'virtualization' of life and living. The Neoromantic Era (2045 – 2090) deemphasized the role of the virtual in favor of real human experience. Women and men were both poised to demand freedoms beyond internet porn, internet dating, internet chatting in favor of the personal and the real. The preference for the real over the virtual would become a necessary skill during the later post-war rebuilding era.

Social and Economic Change in the 21st Century: Laying the Foundations for Emancipation

The 2 most often sited proximate causes for the series of revolutions at the end of the 21st century are:

*The economic collapse of 2085: By the middle of the 21st century the pressure caused by overleveraging of the euro, the dollar, the yen and the yuan had made economic disaster all but inevitable. The system needed only a gentle nudge to fall into chaos. This nudge was largely provided by women: women on strike, women chanting in the streets for freedom from male dominated bureaucracies, women blocking roads and businesses, women withholding sex or, conversely, practicing open sexuality in a way heretofore unimaginable. As the governments of the world tried in vain to placate the various 'women's movements' the economy ground to a halt – first in Asia, then in Europe and North America and then worldwide. The collapse of 2085 is said to have wiped out 1/3 of the world's economic output. (Ferguson, p. 213)

*The decline of sex taboos based on religious dogma: By 2060 formal religions which defined sexuality in terms of Middle Ages dogma were not just under attack, they were in their death throes. The churches had no more credibility when expounding on sexual morality. The practical grounds for fear of unbridled sexuality, in terms of disease and pregnancy, were nearing extinction. The world celebrated with a massive outpouring of sexual practice considered deviant for centuries: homosexuality, bisexuality, multiple partner sex, incest, B&D, dominance/submission, both female and male slavery all became widespread. (Venretti, p. 54)




Training Notes: Sam's Story



The Great War and the Great Convergence

In this period of massive economic and social turmoil, and aided by a belief in the new war technologies, it became inevitable that another World War would break out. In 2096 Fuhrer Wilhelm of Germany launched a preemptive nuclear attack against the Chinese. One by one the nations of the world were drawn into the conflict until by 2098 more than 2/3 of all nations in the United Nations had declared war on at least one other nation. As noted above the nuclear exchanges that followed were complete, all-out warfare intended to obliterate cities and entire countries. Germany and Russia ceased to exist as nations within the first month of The Great War. The American, Japanese and Brazilian governments all fell into chaos within months after that. The armies of these nations continued the war of all against all divorced from all civilian leadership and input, causing them to double and then triple the rate of nuclear exchange. The destruction of virtually every nation was a foregone conclusion by 2099. (Bunuel, p. 52) 

By 2101 there remained only 4 functioning military/economic forces in the world: Canada, Australia, Argentina and India. These 4 had wisely avoided conflict in the first few killing years of the war. They now fought over the scraps of the history's most catastrophic war until June of 2102 when a general Armistice was declared. The Great War Armistice left these nations with hegemony over 85% of the world's remaining population and economic capability. (Venretti, p. 806)

Europe had descended to the level of a collection of city-states. Paris, Rome, London, Vienna, Berlin, Budapest and Madrid were gone. Ironically, a weakly constituted Germany now held sway over the new European city-states. In North America, simliarly great cities (Washington D.C., Montreal, Ottowa, Los Angeles, New York City, etc.) were gone. The newly formed United States of Canada was now the ascendant power. Argentina took over half the land mass of South America. India dominated all of Central Asia and the Middle East, Australia dominated all of Eastern Asia and the old Russian Empire. Botswana, which had managed somehow to stay out of the war entirely, gained hegemony over 80% of Africa.

By 2102 2/3 of the world's population and an additional half of its economic output had been destroyed. The net was that the world held 1/3 of the people and ¼ of the economic power as it had had just 17 years earlier before the collapse of 2085. (Ferguson, p. 629)

The only good news of the time was that, thanks to the prevailing nuclear technologies, the world's natural environment had largely recovered by 2105. By then radiation levels were down to .01% of what they had been in the year 2100 (Adams, p. 216 ff.). The world began to rebuild and by 2108 the great megalopolises of the past had largely been converted to farm land. The world was preparing to be recunted.

Emancipation and Slave Houses 2113

As the war killing escalated, religious and social mores regarding sex fell apart completely. It was said that mothers were regularly blowing sons before sending them off to war, and that fathers routinely fucked daughters home on military leave. There was no reason not to.

A popular joke after the war ended was that German sluts had accomplished in 20 years what 3 Fuhrers had never done with decades of mass murder: the unification of Europe under German hegemony (weak as it was.) The point of the joke was not without merit: the Union of German Sluts (the VDS: Vereinigung Deutsch Schlampen) had been in the vanguard of the women's movements for revolution all the way back to 2060 when it was first founded. It was followed closely by women's groups from around the world– and especially groups in favor of banning all forms of sexual reporession. The sluts of the world could lay some claim to the economic collapse of 85, to the Great War and then to it's aftermath.

The first question VDS faced after the war was: what do women really want? Male pyschologists, philosophers and sociologists had debated the question for centuries. VDS now sought scientific answers based on real data from the women of the world. Two years of polling of women worldwide lead to the following conclusions.

*Women were almost uniformly anti-militaristic, pro-peace and pro-equality

*Women were pro-family and pro-love, anti extremes of competition

*Women were for balanced capitalism which favored work over leisure and created strong work-based safety netsfor the poor. The German sluts named it the KG model for ‚Kapitalismus im Gleichgewicht'.

*About 50% of women worldwide wanted some kind of traditional marriage, a marriage based on love and a private home. However, only 2/3 of these women – or 1/3 of women overall – wanted a love-marriage which required their own sexual fidelity. Further, only 1/3 of these women – or 1/6 of women overall – expected their partner/spouse to be monogamous in their love-mariage. Richer women tended to expect spouses to pay for exclusive use of trained sluts.

*About 1/3 of women wanted to focus on career and wealth creation over love-mariage and familty. 

*About 1/6 of women wanted the life of a slut – tied neither to love-marriage or career but basing their goals on freely delivered sexual service to others. Of this 1/6 over 90% had the ideal target of such service as a dominant male.

*In reality the categories got blurred. Many married women insisted on their right to behave like sluts. Many sluts ended up marrying for financial or love reasons.

The shock in the results, contested though they were by religious bodies, was that about as many women wanted a life of sexual servitude as did a wifely life. The VDS caled it ‚Freiheit der Fotze', or freely expressed cuntliness.

By 2110 the German women had morphed their movement into the Worldwide Union of Sluts (the WVS: weltweiten Vereinigung von Schlampen.) The women of the world had finally united, and united under the flag of complete and unrestricted sexual freedom. In 2113 the newly constituted United Nations declared a universal right of female sexual freedom. The move was bitterly opposed by what remained of conservative churches, but their power was dwarfed by the united voices of the women. The new world, poorer but anti-militaristic and pro-equality of every sort, would be a kinder place for what had been known as the 'gentler sex.' Women had claimed their cuntliness at last.

The US of Canada became the first great nation to act. It recognized a woman's right to choose s life of wifehood, or business, or slutdom in 2115. Wives would not be expected to hold a job in business and were given no economic incentive to do so. Their focus would be on love, on the home, on fertility and on producing a new generation of children to rebuild society. Business women would not be expected to become wives – and had no social incentives to do so; they were completely free to engage openly in every conceivable form of sexual behavior. They were free to compete with men within the dictates of the new balanced KG capitalist model. Sluts were free to be themselves without the pressure of wifely duties or business. They would be supported and advanced by the men (or sometimes women) they served. (Ferguson, p. 86 ff.)

The year 2115 therefore saw the legalization of voluntary slavehood associations in the US. The other great nations followed within 3 years. The associations then formed have evolved today to become our great A, B and so-called C-level slave houses.

The backlash to the war mindset – overcocked and militaristic – meant that now everything female became desirable and good. The cunt, formerly the embodiment of the evil of women, was now revered. Popular media of the time confirms this. (Adams, p. 921) The old ad for Schiller's Ice Cream (2120) is indicative of the mood of the time: as a smiling man suggestively licks an ice cream cone, the voice over says simply "Schiller's Ice Cream;" we dissolve to another man's smiling face rising up shiny and slick with juices and see a woman's knees near his ears; we dissolve back to the first face now slick and dripping with ice cream and hear the voiceover "It's cuntaliciously good!" Another ad from that era (2122) successfully sold mattresses by celebrating the vitality of sluts: as one sexy, naked girl after another tumbles into a large bed we hear: "Several Sluts Sleep Soundly in a Slater's Super Sleigh!"

Early days of slavery were chaotic. Girls were slutting without regard to decorum or even common sense. The move towards regulation and professional slutdom began in 2116 when Canada and Australia jointly outlawed every form of incest. Scientists found to their chagrin that while they could prevent and cure every form of sexually transmitted disease, they were not able to undo the laws of genetics. For the first time in decades a government put its weight behind a form of sexual restriction. The unexpected result was a huge influx of cheap, low quality pussy from Eastern Europe into the US of Canada. (Mistral, p. 45) Once the men there were forcibly restrained from fucking their daughters there was little in the destroyed European economy that would hold the girls there. The Supreme Court of Canada placed quotas on foreign pussy to end the crisis.

The second tightening of sexual practices concerned the age of consent for girls. Conservative religious groups finally found a victory in their efforts to declare 18 as the age of sexual and personal maturity for both males and females. During the chaos of the war and its aftermath some countries had lowered the age of female consent to 16 (USC and Australia) or even 12 (Germany, Ireland and Japan.) The chaos in sexual relations was such that the official age hardly mattered – people perceived themselves to be free to engage in sex with males or females of any age. The change occurred when scientists began to realize (around 2119) that the post-war generation was achieving female puberty about 2.4 years later than was true before the war. Breast development and first menses were now occurring for girls around 16 or 17. (Scientists still debate the cause of this change in female sexuality but the lead hypothesis is that high radiation levels during the war had affected genes which controlled the timing of estrogen creation. The change is thought to be irreversible. (Smith, p. 92 ff.)) Sex with an 18 year old in 2120 was said to be equivalent to relations with a girl of 15 in the years before the war. In this environment governments united around 18 as the age of consent and created strict penalties for people over the age of 25 who violated girls under the age of 18. (The exception was that girls were still allowed into officially designated A or B level houses at 16 on the grounds that a slut knows her mind by then. This exception was reversed only in 2170 based on the Burleigh Case.)

The framework for professional slut associations was now in place. Incest was forbidden, the age of consent was 18 but otherwise everything sexual was legal and encouraged. One sixth of the female population was ready to join voluntary associations of sexual service. The New United Nations wrote model legislation around the regulation of A-level and B-level houses, detailing the rules of recruitment and enrollment, grading and advancement (e.g. Red and Yellow Dresses), brands, auctions, terms of service, compensation of sluts, healthcare and insurance, reintegration post contract terms, etc. The great nations of the world adopted the legislation within the 5 year period between 2120 and 2125. Women began to flock to the newly created houses.

At the beginning in 2120 there were hundreds of houses and tens of thousands of girls undergoing training in the US. The market found equilibrium around 2125 which remains in place to this day. In the US of Canada, for instance, four market regions were defined: West is centered in the Bay Area and was allocated 27 A-house licenses, Central is focused in Austin and was given 20, East, centered in Raleigh, got 35 and South (formerly Mexico and Central America, and centered in Tegucigalpa) got 22. Each region has approximately 2 to 2.5 times as many B-houses. Girls not accepted into either A or B houses, who are in the majority of course, may become freelance sluts. These are the so-called 'C-level' girls who either find a man to own them, become hotel based prostitutes or find some other organization (e.g. college frat house or fraternal organization of older men) which will own them.

Most A-houses hold between 10 and 30 sluts, with an average in the US of 14.7 girls. B-houses get just slightly larger. In each region one or 2 A-houses become mega-houses with more than 100 girls. The highest quality houses (e.g. Rogonfeldt!) maintain a small inventory of sluts and focus intensely on quality control of their pussy.

In the last year for which the US of Canada has published census data, 2185, the numbers broke down this way:

Production of New Girl-Sluts



Total Population USC116,280,816

Girls turning 18593,9010.51%

New Girl-Slut registrants92,86415.6%





Consumption of New Girl- Sluts in the Workforce



A-level houses3,0633.3%

B level houses8,5689.2%

'C level houses'46,20149.8%Incl. hotels, Frat. Orgs, etc.

L Level houses7,9468.6%lesbian only training

Married as Slut25,43927.4%

Total Tracked Sluts91,21798.2%

Total Untracked Sluts1,6471.8%

Those who read Chloe's diary will get a pretty good sense from her and the other girls how these regulations played out in our West Coast houses in the late 22nd century. But Master has instructed me specifically to include some brief notes on slut compensation, since this is not likely to be covered by any of the other girls. Here they are:

First, girls in-house (i.e. during their training years) are the complete responsibility of the house owner or Master. Food, lodging, healthcare, insurance, etc. are all covered and each of these is tightly regulated by the government to make sure girls remain healthy and attractive. The girl receives no salary. Each girl is given 2 weeks' vacation 3 times per year and 1 vacation of 4 weeks, the schedule of which is up to her Master. During vacation time regulations require that the girl leave house premises and that she may go wherever she wants. For vacation weeks she receives a stipend equivalent to the average weekly salary of members of the bar in her area.

Once a girl is auctioned responsibility for her health and welfare transfers to her new owners. The terms of her sales contract may dictate her treatment (within the law) based on agreements between selling and purchasing masters, but the terms are generally the same as apply to the girls in house (e.g. medical, vacation, etc.) Contracts for girls being sold are generally for a term of 10 years. This may be extended upward to no more than 15 years if the girl and the appropriate Slut Court agree to a waiver.

Finally, and by law without exception, there are the terms of departure. Once a girls term of service is up she must leave her master's care and control. She may be sold on a secondary market with her consent as either a wife or prostitute (or other), or she may simply leave her slut life to pursue any path she desires. She is under no legal obligation to remain in service even if sold: the girl is free to leave for any reason at any time.

The main expense of a slut acquisition from a house comes at the girl's departure (sold again or not.) Owners settle certain fixed amounts on their sluts at that time. The current regulations require that the slut be given 2.7 times her original sale price. So, for example, a high quality A-level slut might sell for $2 million. After 10 years her term of service is up and her master must settle on her inflation indexed amount of $5.4 million (indexed to her date of auction.) The girl essentially has earned $540,000 per year for her term, an amount which is 2.4 times the average professional salary over lawyers and doctors in our region.)Masters generally assume therefore that the purchase of a slut will end up costing something like 5 times her sale price: a factor of 1 for the sale price itself, a factor of .5 for taxes on the transaction, a factor of 2.7 for her departure settlement, and a factor of .8 for her maintenance cost (e.g. health, vacations, insurance, etc.) during her 10 year period of slavery. The branded A-level slut purchased for $2 million will cost a total of $10 million over her term, or $1,000,000 per year. Clearly this is an option for the rich only. The rules for B-level girls are the same. The difference is that an exceptional B-level girl (unbranded by definition) might sell for $300,000, have a 10 year cost around $1.3 million and realize around $800,000 for herself at term's end. Even B-level sluts are strictly for the well to do.

With costs of this sort masters determined very early on that they needed legal protection for their property and symbols. Branding started in the expected way – a method for keeping track of inventory. In the first chaotic days of slavery branding was completely unregulated. Quality and prices suffered as untrained and unattractive sluts were brought under the brand. By 2020 the political power of the masters was such that they were able to get a Supreme Court ruling banning the brand for all but A level trained sluts. In the 20's B and C level girls – and to the horror of the public – even younger high school sluts were using tattoos to mimic brands. More legal battles ensued and the Supreme Court eventually banned all tattoos. The knock off artists were not done however. In 2030 high school girls were still wearing wash off tattoos showing the brands of their favorite house. The courts considered this harmless but made sure that only the A houses were able to manufacture and sell the fake brands. The brand remains the symbol of quality sluts due to the diligence of the masters and the courts. 



Training Notes: Sophie's Story



"Shave her cunt."

"Yessir."

The kneeling girl's head snap back just slightly, but I don't think John saw it. He seemed a little distracted. Who was she?

I waited to see what else he wanted.

"Oh, and her tits. Yes, well..." He went behind her, had her stand and cupped first one and then the other breast with a thoughtful look. "Definitely big for Rogonfeldt!" was all he said -- but that had been obvious to me. Then "Well, leave them for now. Let William decide."

"Yessir."

"Now bend over Sophie, take the edge of my desk. That's a good girl." He squatted behind her to inspect and ran his finger up along her slit. I could see her mouth open in pleasure at the slight touch -- a good sign if she was to be one of us. "Yes, definitely shave her. But her ass is fine." He slapped it then, but not hard, just a signal to move back to her knees.

"Then take her downstairs and give her an easy fucking. I'm giving her training to William but he won't be back till tomorrow. You can show her around. Introduce her to the girls." John hadn't introduced us but at least I knew she was a Sophie. "Then we'll let her rest. She had a big day yesterday, today too I guess. Tomorrow may be hard for her."

I nodded -- more to myself than him. The girl knelt with eyes down but I could see a blush of red had formed across her neck and breasts.

"Sophie?"

"Yes, Master."

"It's just Sir here Sophie. Not Master."

"Yessir."

"Are you sure you're ready to begin? I need you to be sure. Rather give you a few days off now to collect yourself than have you break down once William begins."

"Yessir. I'm sure. I'll be better off keeping to my work."

Master looked at me and rolled his eyes, still unsure of the slut.

"Then we need your total focus on your job. Starting tomorrow. You understand? "

"Yessir."

"And you're ready for Chloe to fuck you now?"

"Yessir."

I could see Master shake off the doubt -- he had decided.

"All right then. Welcome to Rogonfeldt House. I think you'll find that our expectations of you are high but fair." He paused and chuckled to himself. "Well at least we try to be fair. But expectations are certainly going to be higher than what you experienced with LaFontaine, no disrespect to his memory. "

"Yessir."

John nodded in my direction -- he was done with her for now.

"Oh, and, one more thing Sophie. I want you to relate your story -- well mainly the last few days -- to Chloe here. She's going to put it in the history of Rogonfeldt she's helping me with. It's an unusual case."

"Yessir."

Then to me. "Take her story after you fuck her. I want to see a copy by tomorrow. You may go now."

"Thank you Sir."

"Yessir."

I took Sophie's hand and walked her from John's study.

Sophie didn't say a word as I led her to the shower room seat. I had seen most of her body when she stood and bent over for inspection by John. I'd seen her slender shoulders and arms, how they set off her nice tits just right, her slender back and thighs when she knelt before his desk. Now I got a better view of her delicious looking ass as I walked her down to the grooming stable. We didn't speak.

John had said "his memory." Did that mean...?

Her face was either plain or beautiful -- she was one of those girls where it's hard to say. Delicate features and very nice skin -- features I knew might be more attractive to women than to the masters. (But we all know that women are notoriously cheap when it comes to the acquisition of pussy -- too bad for her!) A cute nose and nice cheekbones, nice dark eyes set off her fair skin and hair. But she had thin lips (at least for one of us) that would detract from her value as a cocksucker. Still there was something like an old money classic beauty to the girl. I didn't know if she came from money but even nude she carried herself like she ought to have. My pussy gave me one or two little tugs as I thought of her as more attractive to women.

I got her pussy trimmed down with scissors and then lathered up before she began to cry.

"Oh, don't be a child. You just told Master that you were ready for this. And I'm just shaving your pussy."

"I know but.... Through the tears as I looked up from between her legs. "It's just Mr. you know -- he let me keep it."

"Mr.? Mr. who?"

"Just Mr. He is my Master. Oh...." More sobbing. "I mean he was my Master. Now I know Sir is."

"Call him Master now."

She looked confused. "I thought it was Sir?"

"Sir to his face. Master when it's just us girls or there's an event with other Masters."

Now she was crying full on.

"Don't worry. It won't be confusing after a few days here." I knew that wasn't her reason for crying. But I had to say something. "Besides Master is giving you to Master William. And he always goes by Master to us girls."

I began shaving her. Which got more tears. More to distract her than anything else I asked "So Mr. let you keep your pussy?" She nodded. I shaved some more. I had to say that I saw his point. The hair on her cunt had been fine and wispy and sparse. It covered nice pouting pussy lips and now I was looking inside at a very strong erect clit. Delicious! And I wondered then if John might give her to me to sleep with tonight. 

I realized I had better concentrate and not botch the job. That would be bad. And realized that I had been thinking of Master as John the whole time. I began to wonder if my branding had given me a big head, whether I was losing my slut edge.

"What's he like? Master William?"

"Strict. You'd better be ready." There was no sense babying her -- she would begin tomorrow. The tears had given way to sniffles now that her pussy was about bare. I was just cleaning up some edges. It only had to last until we got her a full wax in the next couple of days. "Oh, do stop blubbering Sophie! Master William is strict. But as Master John said they are very fair here at Rogonfeldt. You'll see. The girls here love it."

"I'm not afraid of that -- of the work. Mr. was stricter with us girls than most people thought."

I was skeptical since I'd never heard of him, never heard of this LaFontaine House at all. How good could they have been? But I ignored it -- she was going to find out for herself soon enough.

"There! Clean as a whistle!" Again I had the urge to lean in and lap at it. It was so pretty! Maybe not as pretty as Martha's was, but close. And wait till Sophie found out that Master let Martha keep her cunt. Then we'd likely see the tears again. (A girl can be so sexy when she cries over things like her pussy!)

I turned on the shower and we washed up. I concentrated on getting back to business. Then I took her to the training room.

There were no more tears from her as we got down to work. One thing I discovered early about her: she's a vigorous little fuck! Of course I only had the 8 inch black cock strapped on since Master had specified an 'easy fucking.' But still. The way she took it. The way she got so wet for me I hardly needed lube. The way she raised her cunt up for me and the way she rolled her hips and pussy back over the black cock! Seeing the cock disappear under that creamy ass! The way her pretty breasts hung in that position. I was not used to fucking bigger breasted girls like Sophie. And the way she made those girls noises so soft sweet sexy submissive that I nearly came from the friction of the beast when she did, which happened about 6 times in the 30 minutes I did her. Oh my God but she was a sexy vigorous fuck! Where had this slut come from?

Just as I finished her I heard the door open behind me. I figured it must be Master Joshua and I was right.

"Oh. Missed it did I? Slut came for you nice?"

I had just pulled out of her cunt and said "Yessir." Master Joshua is a Sir just like his uncle, Master John. Another confusion I'm sure for Sophie.

"Dammit! I wanted to see her." Sophie had stayed in position bent over, keeping her head down and her ass up. "Whoa. Nice tits too. John must be losing his mind." He laughed.

"Tell you what. Raise up you face slut. Let me see it." She did as demanded. Then to me "Let's let her clean the cock. See what the little twat is capable of."

I moved in front of her. The cock was gleaming with her juices. I brought it to her lips and she began to suck it clean. An easy cocksucking motion, but then it was only the 8 incher. And her lips were thin!

I could feel Master Josh behind me and thought he might want to fuck me while she serviced my cock. I spread my legs wider and bent in a bit over Sophie's head. But he didn't want me. He brushed me aside as he unzipped and gave her his own cock. She sucked it greedily for maybe two minutes and I thought 'vigorous at her work here too!' It struck me again how her upper arms were so slender and feminine -- the contrast with her tits really showed them to very nice advantage. Then Master Josh pulled out and sprayed cum all over her face, hair and tits. Master Josh is about 9 inches and pretty thick, bigger than William when it comes to that department. Sophie had done well and I was proud of her.

He raised her chin to admire his work and said "Pretty enough too. Figures William got ...." And then left the rest of the sentence unfinished.

He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me towards her once more. "Now you can clean her up Chloe. Return the favor for her sucking your dick."

I knelt before her and began lapping up the cum on her face. Her mouth and mine were together, sharing the juices as we heard him zip up and leave. But I finished the job -- doing her tits and scooping what cum I could from her hair. I said "That was Master Joshua, Master William's brother and Master John's nephew. You call him Sir. You'll like him."

"His cum is delicious."

"So is your mouth." I gave her another kiss and a big smile. "You did great. Master Joshua won't forget that blowjob in a hurry." Sophie blushed again. I kissed her again, pretending this time that I'd missed a cum streak on her lip.

But I was worried about Joshua's reaction (and noted to myself that I had put myself again on a first name basis!) First I figured he came down to get Sophie once he found out from Master John that she was being trained by Master William. Fair enough I suppose -- but I thought Master William might not approve as readily as I had. And Josh had been very snappish with the girls recently -- part of the stress the entire house was under after all the crazy things that had been going on. He sensed I think -- I mean we all sensed -- that William was taking more and more control of things John used to manage himself. Then it occurred to me that I was judging them again -- getting above myself now that I was a branded slut! I needed to stop that and concentrate on our new girl!

I unstrapped Sophie and took her in the shower again. I was behind her and took in a perfect heart shaped ass, one high and tight enough for any Rogonfeldt girl (even if her tits were big.) I thought again 'What if they give her to me for the night?" Kissing her mouth when I had cleaned her from Master Josh's use! Kissing her tits! Just holding her beautiful tits had been such a turn-on. I was sure it was her and not just Master Joshua's cum, although I agree with her that he serves up a delicious load. I had certainly seen a delicious looking clit on her and knew that I wanted it. Oh my God! Was I falling in love with the new girl so easy? So fast?

After that we toured the house and grounds. Sophie's eyes were as big as saucers.

We were at the stables when she said "Oh my God I've never seen such a beautiful place! Do the girls ever get to ride?"

I thought of all the smart-ass responses to that one. I could see Emily giving her pretend-vacant smile and saying with her head cocked to the side: "We get ridden a lot. Is that the same thing?" But I held my tongue -- no sense in inviting more tears now.

"Ride? You mean ride naked? That doesn't sound like fun." I wondered if this LaFontaine House provided the kind of leisure time a girl would need to go riding. Sophie gave a little girl frown at my answer and we moved on.

Two of the stable hands were casually looking us over. One of the perks of their job was that from time to time two nude sluts holding hands would show up to watch them work. But we were safe. They knew better than to do more than look and crack a few quiet jokes. I was sure their eyes were focused on her. They'd seen me plenty of times before. And she did have those tits!

"Oh. I just thought. You know. Cause I rode a lot as a girl. My mother wanted me to. Said it would build the muscles I needed in my legs and in my core. You know for ...."

Now I laughed with her. "Yeah. I know. She wanted this for you then? Knew what you needed?"

Sophie smiled and nodded. "My Mom was great!"

I took her back to the house and introduced her to the girls. Some of their eyes got big too when they saw her body. But I made it quick, and avoided Martha and her unshaven cunt. I got Sophie settled into her little room for a nap. "Master's going to let you eat your dinner alone up her tonight. Keep you from the distraction of the other kitty-kats you just met. Then I'll come up around 6 or so and you can tell me that story. OK?" She nodded as she pulled the covers up over her nude body. Suddenly I could see she really did need sleep. "Six or so. Because I have to get it all written up before I can get to bed. And I've got my own training tomorrow." But she was already sleeping.

The girls were full of questions about her at dinner, as I knew they would be. But I had very few answers. Other than telling that she was a Sophie, that she had come from a house named 'LaFontaine' (which drew blank looks from them all), that her former Master had been called 'Mr.', that she had been through some sort of ordeal involving "his memory", and that Master had had me shave and fuck her there was nothing I could say. I certainly was not going to tell them about Master Joshua's blowjob and the cleaning -- that was master business, not mine.

"So. Master Mr. Master -- he didn't have her pussy shaved?" That was my good friend Emily. Once she said it he would forever be known in our house as 'Master Mr. Master', that is so long as Sophie and our own masters were not around.

"Nope."

"Must be a funny place. Low standards." She giggled and went on "Plus I don't know about her -- has big tits for Rogonfeldt." Emily looked around the table, batted her eyes and said innocently "Sorry Rainee." Rainee was the only other Rogonfeldt girl with large breasts, or at least she was until Rafa joined us recently. And now Sophie had them too -- maybe the whole character of the house and its girls was changing?

Rainee snorted and laughed at the same time. "Hell I'm offended by her not by you. Her tits are bigger than mine." She continued laughing and said "Least slut Sophie looks like a woman. Hell with all ya'll some days I have to check for a cunt to make sure you're not teenaged boys" We sniggered appreciatively at her dirty joke. "And you see her ass? Pure Rogonfeldt ass. Master John knew what he was about getting her." A few of us nodded. "But I've got 2nd place tits now, not even counting Rafa! I wish he'd left her little coochee bearded, then Martha would be pissed too." 

Martha joined in "Damn! You plotting against me Rainee? A slut's really gotta watch her back with girls like you around." This got a real laugh. The two of them had been casual but consistent lovers (with John's approval) for the last year of their training. 

We all knew that Martha was about to be sold. In fact Martha, Emily and Juliette had been at auction a week earlier. All had demanded outstanding prices -- even by the high standards of Rogonfeldt. The $2.5 million for Emily set a house record we were all proud of, and Juliette's price was just under $2 million. For Martha the bidding had continued beyond the day of auction among 3 potential buyers. She alone was still unsure where she'd end up, but it looked like her price too was going to be well over the 2 range. All 3 girls would likely be gone from Rogonfeldt in the next few weeks. Which was sad.

I turned to Martha, "Tomorrow still the big day?"

"Maybe. Master told me tomorrow or Wednesday should be the decision."

"Still the Frenchman?"

"Master says it's between him and a master from Brazil. Both are new at it, new money I guess, so it's an opportunity for me to be first slut in the door."

I said "Both are also handsome and rich and, from what I saw, not too rough on girls. You're going to be so happy."

"Lucky! No wives!" That was from Juliette. "Emily and I got masters with wives, kids and full stables of sluts. Should be a blast. I'm back at square-one slutwise." I knew she meant it to be funny but it made us nervous -- the thought of a slut complaining in advance about her new master. Emily pouted to be included in the complaint through no fault of her own.

Renee turned the conversation back to Sophie. She asked "How's she fuck?"

Me: "I hate to tell you but: great." That got some 'oohs' from the girls -- who were probably imagining what I had already imagined all afternoon, making love to the new slut.

Emily said "Let's see how she does in a blowjob trial with those little lips." We snickered and then Emily said "Oh. I am such a bitch!" But she was a funny bitch and a loving girl who I adored.

We went on like that for a while. But when the clock on the wall said 5:50 P.M. I was off like a rocket. I figured that was close enough to my 6 P.M. date time.

I'd been so sad for the last 2 weeks. Emily, my number one friend at Rogonfeldt, was leaving for a new Master in India. I loved Martha too and, as stated, she'd be leaving soon for parts unknown. In addition we were losing Juliette (to a Canadian financier) and Wendy was already gone. Wendy had made a fool of herself at her branding (which I hope to tell you about at some point) and had been sold off quick right afterwards (for a bargain price!) to a mining magnate from South Africa. The masters had needed at least 4 new girls and grumbled constantly about the poor quality pussy that had presented so far. Of course Master John created a sensation with his first selection -- Rafa, the girl who flunked the blowjob trial she'd been in with me and Wendy. But that created its own stress as Rafa was now in hospital for an operation on a malformed trachea. This apparently had been the source of her problem handling Baby on the night of the trial.

But despite all the bitching from us girls, things were starting to look better. We did after all have Rafa -- and she was an extraordinary slut by any standard, at least so long as we could trust the doctors to fix her medical issues. And now somehow we'd ended up with Sophie, about whom I was, let's just say, more than eager to learn more. So it was with some good feelings that I went off to visit her.

I found her sitting primly on the side of her bed, her dinner over and cleared. 

"Welcome again, new girl!"

"Thank you.....Chloe? Right?"

I nodded and asked if her meal and bed were OK. Trying to keep things neutral before we went into whatever story had been deemed so unusual by Master John.

Sophie interrupted my thoughts: "I was wondering over dinner, I mean I know we have work to do but it would just take a minute and I ...."

"What on earth Sophie? What only takes a minute?"

She pulled herself together and looked me in the eye.

"I saw your brand. You bent over near the stable to pick that flower for me. It is soooooo pretty! Oh, I mean the brand -- well the flower too but I meant the brand." We shared a laugh at that. "And I was wondering if, if its ok with the Masters, and with you too I mean, if I really could look at it, you know, more closely."

I laughed and shifted myself in front of her, turned my back and bent over for her. "Of course honey! I'd love to have you look. Just got it 2 weeks ago!" I was so proud of it then, and so happy she liked it.




Training Notes: Sophie's Story



I could feel her drop to her knees behind me to get a better look, and then felt her finger ride along the burnt flesh. It didn't hurt at all now -- just a little ointment on it twice a day -- and I shivered to feel her long delicate fingers exploring me. She never touched my pussy, just under the globe of my ass where Master John places the little heart shaped brand. I heard her inhale deeply, and then felt her lips graze the flesh there. She hopped back on the bed and I turned to face her. Her pretty fair features were bright red.

"Oh Chloe, it's gorgeous! It is really perfect on you." She paused and then "Mr. promised he would brand me soon. He never got around to it though, and then..." she trailed off. Then brighter "I was the top girl at LaFontaine. Now here I guess I'm kind of a big nobody."

"What dresses do you have?" Her kissing my brand brought it all back to me -- the Red Dress, the Yellow Dress, the day of my brand....

"Oh Mr. kept us nude most of the time, but we did have things to wear if we went to town."

"No I meant Red or Yellow?"

"No just a plain blue one. Nothing much." I was confusing her and decided to let it go. Better cheer her up a bit to get her to go on. But LaFontaine House must have been a real joke if its number one slut hadn't heard of Red and Yellow dresses.

I said "Sophie you won't be a nobody here, believe me" and then, contradictorily, "plus you can fix that with good behavior and effort. You seem, young lady, to have all the necessary working parts." And got her to blush deeper.

"Oh Chloe, you're so sweet. You've been so nice to me. And the other girls seem nice too."

"Yes, you'll see. We take care of one another here. The girls I mean, but the masters too. No cunts allowed -- sluts only!" Which made her smile.

"But let's get down to it now shall we? Master John needs your story for the history and, as he said, I'm sort of his assistant in taking the stories from the girls for him." The reality was that I was doing all the writing and John was my editor, but I brushed the thought out of my head. I sat at the little desk in the room and motioned her to the chair beside it so we could talk. "How do you want to do it? Do you want just to tell the story or should I ask questions?"

"Oh. I wouldn't know where to begin. I mean I can tell you but ...can you ask?"

"Of course." I had my notebook out and ready and jumped in. "Why don't you tell me first about LaFontaine House and Mr. -- none of us girls had ever heard of it or of him before."

"Well the house is new here is all. And it's pretty small. Mr. had just moved us up here from Louisiana."

"You were top girl? How many others?"

"Just two, Tina and Reggie...I mean Regina."

"Oh my, that is a small house. But how can you be top girl if you're not branded?"

"Well none of us was, I mean is. Mr. opened the house down there and got 3 of us, then he moved up here -- said it was a much better market for us all. But he was going to brand me soon -- the first girl ever from LaFontaine to be branded" she said with obvious pride. I smiled at her. This was clearly not even a B level house -- not if the girls didn't even know about the Red or Yellow dresses. Master had either landed us with a dud (which didn't square with what I had seen so far) or had the find of the century.

"Yesterday was my fete. It happened right at my fete!"

"I'm sorry. What's a fete?"

"Oh I suppose it's a Louisiana thing Mr. brought with him. It's kind of like an engagement party -- like announcing to everyone that he and I were engaged for a branded slut ceremony soon. They make it nice for the girl. Kinda like your birthday party and Christmas rolled together. Everyone gives you gifts and you get to perform for the invited guests too. Makes it very nice and public -- no turning back on either part."

"Oh, so a nice bash huh? Sounds wonderful " as I tried to keep the sceptical tone out of my voice. It actually sounded kind of cheesy to me. "So who was there? Just you and Mr. and the other 2 girls?"

"Oh no! Mr. had invited about 20 people -- you know some older and some younger couples. There was even a young family there with 2 daughters in their teens. The girls were seeing a fete for the first time and were so excited."

"That's nice. Was your family invited?" I could see the small head snap I'd seen in Master's study earlier.

"Well not really. I mean my Uncle Henry was there, but I don't -- didn't -- really know him. Didn't know him at all."

"Your Mom and Dad?"

"They're deceased. Car accident when I was 12." I started to make sympathetic noises but she cut right through them. "Oh, no. Long time ago. But we were in Montreal. I was raised there. It was wonderful!" I'd been wondering about the lack of a bayou accent. That explained it. "So I got shipped off to live with my aunt in Mississippi. Which was nice enough except we were pretty poor. Then I started developing around 13 and Auntie says, she says, 'I know where a body like that will be appreciated.' So she invited Mr. over to meet me but he didn't even have a house then. He was a friend of Auntie's who had always dreamed of having his own place. I was lucky she knew him."

"She sold you then? Your aunt?"

"Oh no. Like I said Mr. didn't even have a house. Took him 2 years. Finally when I was almost 16 he came back and told Auntie that he had started LaFontaine House. He already had Reggie and Tina and brought them in to be introduced. And she didn't sell me -- just gave me to him."

"Were you OK with that?" I was hoping she was not a kidnap victim, both for her own sake and cause I already knew I didn't want to have to give her back one day. Very strict laws control the acquisition of pussy. But of course Master John would have made sure of that.

"Yeah. Mr. and the 2 girls seemed pretty glamorous compared to what we had, hell they were glamorous compared to that. Plus I'd known since I was that 13 year old kid that I'd be a slut when I grew old enough. Seemed to fit me. Legally I couldn't start till I was 18. But I had plenty to learn just in helping the other girls for a while. He told me he was 'saving me up.' Other than eating their pussies from time to time I was lily white pure - no men till 18!" She laughed then. "Then when I turned 18 he made the plan to come out here. So here we are."

"I see." It was time to get into whatever had happened yesterday to bring her here. I knew it would be sensitive. "So yesterday....at the fete...with all those people present. Can you talk about it? What happened?"

"Yeah, it's what Master John told us to do. I have to. Plus I want to. I have to tell someone who might understand what it's like to be one of us." She paused, gave me a nervous smile and took a deep breath. "What happened was Uncle Henry killed Mr. at the end of my fete."

"Oh my God! Killed him? Like actually killed?" Murder around these parts was practically unheard of -- maybe one ever 10 or 15 years in California.

"Yeah. Shot him right on the stage. He had this old handgun from the 21st century but I guess it worked. I mean I know it did. But I didn't see it though cause Reggie and Tina almost had me off stage by the time Henry came running up there. Just heard the shot as we closed the door to the slave room off stage. Then they wouldn't let me go out there -- course we didn't know what was going on. All three of us were scared out of our minds. Then the police came and took us out. Five hours later Master John came and took me back here. Some other masters came and took the other girls then too."

"But why? You said you didn't even know your uncle. How could he...?"

"Yeah I didn't. He's my dad's brother and the last time I saw him I think I was 3. Up in Montreal. I heard mom and dad talk about him when I was growing up. He was kinda the black sheep of the family -- you know, always drinking, some drugs, always in debt, always a mess as far as I knew. Then I went down South to my Aunt -- she's my mother's sister -- and basically never heard of him again till a couple of years ago. He somehow had found out about me going to LaFontaine. He called Auntie out of the blue to tell her how proud he was of me, how great I was and how I was helping the entire family get some respect again. Auntie thought he was nuts, which turns out he was. He kept talking about respect. Crazy, you know? We didn't figure the family needed any more respect than other people, or that we didn't have enough to begin with. But he was like 'blah, blah, blah now we'll have respect.' But Auntie and me, we just laughed about it."

Her face had gone a little cold and her eyes a little unfocused. I was afraid she was about to break down for real. But then she started right back up again.

"Then I find out yesterday, you know after everything was over, that he called again right after Mr. took us here. Of course I'd told Auntie about the fete -- but she felt too sick to make the trip. She's really old now, was about 15 years older than my mom. Unfortunately she told Henry about it when he called and he decided to come be my family support for the big day. Auntie never had any idea or she would have told me. I never noticed him at all during the fete, and I didn't even recognize him later -- at the police station. At the fete I didn't know there was any family in the room."

Her voice had started to speed up. Some of it was hard to make out what she was saying. I thought she was about to start hyperventilating and took her hand to try to calm her down. But I went on.

"So he went nuts at Mr. because of your fete?" The tears were starting, but quiet tears.

"Well he was nuts to begin with. Completely delusional they said. Thought I was saving the family honor by becoming a branded slut -- which is fine if that's what he thinks. The fool! The problem was -- the police psychologist said -- that he had such a high view of what I was that the actual fete seemed like an insult to me and an insult to him too -- to the entire family I guess. I told you we had like 20 people, and they were all so nice to me! But Henry told the police there should have been hundreds. I got to suck off Mr. in front of the crowd but Henry wanted to see me sucking off a dozen guys. He had it in his mind that some really famous guy would come in and fuck me. He wanted Hollywood which, God bless his cuckoo heart, Mr. was never the Master for that sorta thing. So Henry thinks the whole thing is one big insult. And boom. He shoots Mr."

Sophie stopped and I pressed her hand hard again for support. A fat tear had fallen on her tit and despite how badly I was feeling for her I got an image of myself leaning it to lick it off. But I just held her hand till she was composed.

"Then me and the other girls are hysterical. First our Master is dead. The police told us as soon as they came to us. Then we have no one to protect us or own us. We don't even know anyone else up here. Then the police questioned us for hours even though we're like 'what can we tell you?' since we didn't see anything, then they tell me it's my own uncle, and then I have to be on the phone for an hour with Auntie who blames herself for the whole thing for telling Uncle Henry about the fete."

I got up and hugged her while she cried through the story, pretty sure I'd remember plenty for the report I'd write later. Then without warning I started crying too, and we sat hugging and crying together for about 10 minutes. Once she grew a bit calmer I went out and got us both waters to cool down.

Sophie started up again without any question from me. "Then the police officer called us 3 girls into a room. There had been some meeting of Masters to decide what to do with us. In the end they paid some money into a fund for Mr. which will go to his daughter back down in Louisiana. Then in front of us they drew lots to decide which Master got which girl." Now she turned to me and smiled, smiled with those big fat tears running down her pretty cheeks. "Master John got the draw on them other 2 and here I am."

"Master John won the draw?"

She just repeated "Here I am."

I wondered why the masters agreed to take any of them from a house like that in the first place; LaFontaine sounded like amateur hour to me. But then I looked at Sophie's pretty face and body and at her tits stained with tears and knew why. They all wanted her.

I took Sophie out to pee and got interrupted by Bethany on the way back to her room. I let Sophie go back ahead of me.

"Master says you can have her for the night, at least if she's up to it. She did look pretty shell shocked just now."

"Master? Master William?"

"No, Master John. He just came by here to check on you two but didn't want to interrupt her story. So he just told me and left. Told me to tell you I mean." She paused. "What did happen to that poor girl?"

"Can't tell you the story now. I have to get back and write it up for Master. But it's sad. Very sad. She's really going to need our support."

"So is she up to it then? I know you wouldn't just use her but....is she up to you two sleeping together?"

"I don't know. But I'll be careful."

"Well she can sleep in tomorrow if that helps. Master William isn't back here till about 11 A.M. so we won't have to get her up and ready till maybe 9 A.M."

"Great. Thanks Bethany. Don't worry. I'll be good to her." She rolled her eyes at me and I understood. By now I think it was painted all over me how much I wanted Sophie. But I meant it. Of course Master's property came before my crazy desire for this slut. And I had to worry about my own training tomorrow. I would not be able to sleep in. Breakfast duty from 6 to 8 -- Master was an early riser -- then some instruction by me from 9 to 11 and then my own training from noon to 3. Tomorrow was going to be my first real workout since the brand. Master was bringing in 2 black guys to fuck me all afternoon. I really had to be ready and responsive for them. So could I? I mean even if Sophie could?

When I closed the door on us Sophie was lying on the bed. I figured we were done with the story for the night but I wanted to write it up in her room. I went to her and kissed her lips saying "Get some sleep now. You begin tomorrow. But you can sleep as long as you want."

"Thank you Chloe. You've been so nice. And thanks for letting me tell the story. It feels better to get it out to another girl. I mean not just the police and not just to Sir, I mean Master."

"Yeah well I told you we girls take care of one another here. But I'm so sorry for what happened."

"I know you are, Chloe. Thanks."

"Go to sleep now and I'll do some work. OK?"

"Chloe? Will you hold me? I mean after? After you do your writing for Master? Would Sir allow that?"

I crawled into bed with her an hour later having finished my story. She was sleeping soundly on her back and I was able to drape my hand over her breasts and snuggle into her neck. But I knew she would wake up.

"Can I ..... look at it again?"

"Of course." And of course I'd known all along she would ask.

Sophie sat up groggily. She shook out her hair and it fell across her breasts. Then there was the prettiest smile on her face and we kissed. I climbed to the top of the bed and got on all fours to give her a good look. She scooched down below me. I felt her hand spread my thighs a bit wider and her lifting the small globe of my ass.

"Oh God. It's gorgeous!"

She kissed it.

"So feminine and so sweet."

She kissed it again. "Just like you."

"I ...oh ... will I ... you know ever get...?"

"You will. I think. I mean if you're good." My heart was beating like it was going to explode and I prayed she wouldn't move. She didn't. Instead she kissed the brand for the third time. I was struggling to form the words. "If you're good.... A good girl.... And do....everything you...are....told."

Her lips never left after the 3rd kiss, and then I felt her tongue licking the scorched flesh but so lightly. "Can you...be a good...girl for Master? ....for all of us? ... can you do everything? You have to....be ....sooooo....good ....Sophie."

I gasped when I felt her mouth leave my ass. "Can you...?" I felt her shift her mouth under me and then gently tug my hips downward. A tiny darting tongue penetrated me. "Can you....Oh my God Sophie!" I felt the lips of my pussy being spread and the warm tongue lap along my entire slit. I knew I was gushing juices on her then. She found my clit and began swirling it with that tongue and I felt myself rising up and down slowly to help her find me there. She kissed and sucked it and licked it and lapped at it. She made me beg. "Eat me Sophie ... oh my God ...don't stop....Oh my God... my pussy....please...Oh God Sophie....how can you.....?" But I couldn't finish. A finger entered me. Then a second. But she never stopped licking and sucking the entire slit. Then zoomed back again on the clit and that thin bundle of nerves that connects my brain to my nipples and my cunt tugged really hard and I was cumming in her mouth. I ground my little cunt down on her open mouth, moaning incoherently, using the slut for all she was worth, my hands cupping my own tits as I rode her face. And I kept cumming.

After that we lay together hugging and kissing and smooching each other's tits and I have to say I had considerably more to work with there. My body was still humming as she cleaned the juices from my face but I was saying to myself "Don't fall in love! Don't fall in love!" I wasn't being selfish, just thinking about how much work she and I both had in front of us. Girls who fall in love with one another end up falling hard in lots of ways. And at the end there's always a horrible choice: both of us leave our lives as slaves to be together or go through sheer misery when we get sold separately. 

But her body! I couldn't keep my hands or mouth to myself no matter what I was thinking, so eventually I started just thinking about right here and right now and how good Sophie felt in my arms. How well those too-thin-for-a-lot-of-men lips kissed. My fingers wandered between her legs and I was panting.

"You don't have to you know."

"Try stopping me."

I kissed from her mouth down her neck to the space between her breasts and then bit each nipple gently. I went to her belly and kissed there a long time, inhaling her scent. And then below to her freshly shaved cunt. And ate her as long and as sweetly and slutishly as I had even eaten a woman's pussy before. And she did -- she came like she came earlier from the strap-on, eagerly and hard and over and over till she made me stop.

When we recovered we lay side by side just holding hands. I tried thinking again "Don't fall in love!" But it was no use. It was too late.