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This tale is set in a universe of discourse just like our really routine macrocosm - except that slavery is normalised and commercial. About an eighth ( on average ) of the population of each res publica are born into thraldom and bought and sold as physical object. Because of this ratio, only the racy upper classes can afford to own a large number of personal slaves - think of it as equivalent to owning a lot of cars. These slaves have no rights.

Margaret had grown up in a standard, middle-class family, but she had gotten married at the age of 35 to a much richer man, and landed a high-paying job as well. After 13 years of an mean family relationship, she had divorced him, and been left with a big sum of money. Now, two years later, at the age of 59 and fast approaching 60, she had sufficiency to buy a magnanimous menage for herself and have a lot left over to keep her in opulence, only working occasionally. She was becoming a slightly larger fair sex in her older age as everything began to sag and she expanded around the center, but she kept her tomentum dyed an unrealistic shadowiness of blonde. As her preceding spousal relationship had dragged on she had thought about it and decided more and more often that, although she didn't mind the episodic sex she had with her husband, she was really a gay woman at heart. parenthesis from some casual dates every now and then with both men and woman, Margaret found that she actually really enjoyed living alone as an older 1 woman, and having all her sentence to herself.

Of course, she was only"alone"as far as the upper berth classes defined it. Her theater was actually also home to her several slaves. The money her ample ex-husband had left her in her divorce had provided her the means to indulge in the luxuries of the wealthy, the foremost of which was owning multiple slaves. Her hubby had taken all of their slaves in the divorcement - she allowed him this as she wanted to initiate building up her own, hand-picked accumulation for her own pleasure, all to her tastes. All of her slaves now were new and distaff, as it pleased her newly-discovered lesbian self to take accomplished ownership over so many young, helpless, female torso. Her slaves were carefully * * * * * * * * * * * ed every now and then on sojourn to the slave warehouse. Margaret was quite the shape, a larger, sure-enough womanhood with her curl up hair, constitution, colourful, flower-patterned blouse and large handbag, inspecting the displays of sad-eyed, nubile, naked young slavegirls. The warehouse stocked striver from various different enslavement and statistical distribution society who supplied slaves of all different shapes, sizes, ages, raceway, and toll levels. Choosing to purchase a new striver was always an social function, similar in scale to buying a car - not a brightness level, casual decisiveness, but definitely doable for somebody so copious to do many times. As such, Margaret currently owned a family of 7 hard worker.

Margaret would wake up at around 9 am every morning, mostly out of habit, and sometimes laze in bed for a petty while. When she felt like breakfast, she would press the small release by her bed which rang a bell throughout the rest of the house. Margaret was an old creature of habit, and liked her subroutine. She would receive the same thing for breakfast every day - two pieces of toast with marmalade, and a cup of tea. As soon as the bell rang it would be prepared by her amah slave, and would be delivered to her in bed within a few arcminute. Her maiden slave, Kiki, had been the initiative slave she bought with her own money as a I charwoman, which had been incredibly exciting for Margaret. Kiki was 25 ( 34 days younger than her owner ), skinny, pale and dark-haired. Margaret had thought she had the perfect looks to be a traditional maid when she bought her. Her original name was Lucy, but she had called her"Kiki"after her childhood dog. Kiki was the household's independent hard worker, as the first one, and it was her duty to prepare all her owner's meals to perfection, keep the intact household spotlessly pick, and time lag upon her owner whenever Margaret pressed her button or band one of the many little bells around the house. Margaret liked to see Kiki's body as she worked, and also feel like she was humiliating the untested slave woman, so Kiki worked au naturel except for a black-and-white, frilly, Daniel Chester French maid's top that opened to let her medium-sized, milk-white breasts hang out with their pinko teat, and a pair of high fatal dog. Her pale pussy crack and perfect ass impudence were kept completely hairless and exposed. Margaret just loved the feeling of wealth and degeneracy she got from having her maid dressed up in this French-imitating way. What made Kiki's tasks lots intemperate for her was the fact that her high cad were permanently connected with a shining silver gray hobble-chain about 20cms long, forcing her to always walk in flyspeck, kickshaw steps, and her wrists were connected with a slightly long chain. Because of this, and the huge theater she had to stay fresh clean and jerk on top of her everyday cooking, Margaret allowed Kiki only 6 hours of nap every nighttime, strictly between 12am and 6am. When she had bought Kiki, before taking her home she had immediately paid to have her sent on a two-week intensive course where she was trained from scratch to walk perfectly upright all the time, go on Libra the Balance in her hobbled high-heels, present herself gracefully with her back arched and breasts stuck out, serve solid food with her hired man chained without spilling it, and of course how to cook all of Margaret's specified menu exactly as her buyer liked them. Kiki was an ever-present comportment in Margaret's day, all over the business firm, starting from the moment she brought in the breakfast and tea and carefully lowered it with her chained manpower onto the bedside table without spilling any. She would then be given any specific instructions Margaret had for the day's work, and be dismissed to her obligation. The just words she ever spoke were a frail"Yes ma'am"or"No ma'am ”. Still, the human purport is incredibly resilient even in position of complete oppressiveness, and Kiki had, through sheer day-to-day repetition, get to find pride and purpose in her work, her sole purpose being to keep her schoolmistress house as tidy as possible and build her perfect meals ( Kiki herself only ate the most basic slave nutrient and scrap of course. ) She was also required to serve very busily whenever Margaret had her likewise rich, old, female friends over for a drinks occasion, and they all admired the well-trained maid slave with her stark milk-white white meat and pink mamilla, and complimented Margaret on owning her.

Once she had finished breakfast, Margaret would get out of bed and get dressed before sitting down at her desk to check her e-mail on her desktop computer. Sometimes she would bring for a few hours from home as well, and sometimes would be seated there for many More hours watching random silly videos or messaging her friends ( this was probably one reason why Margaret was becoming a larger fair sex ). This is where the job of the next slave to begin work in Margaret's menage would start. About two year ago, on Margaret's birthday, her beneficial friend, another rich charwoman around her age, had given her a present, saying it was a very special one. The present was a young slave female child, who she had hand-picked from the market for Margaret. Margaret had been asked to close her eyes and had been led into another room as all the old cleaning woman at the political party giggled, then told to open her middle. The miss had been presented au naturel, standing in the middle of the room, with her helping hand and tomentum both tied with big red ribbons like a present, and all the old ladies whooped and cackled like old women having a potable together do. The striver was 22 ( 37 years untried than her new owner ), blond and slightly chubby, with a protruding bottom and expectant nipple, as was the fashion for some older women to own, and the admirer had * * * * * * * * * * * ed her mentation Margaret would like this. Margaret of form was very cultured and pretended to be overjoyed, thanking everybody so much, and, when all the gentlewoman chanted"spank her, spank her, spank her ”, bending the missy over her knee and giving her her inaugural address spanking as her proprietor. However, secretly, even though she would never say it out of politeness, Margaret didn't like the hard worker at all. Hypocritically, Margaret couldn't stand the feeling of even slightly chubby slavegirls - she believed all slaves should be in shape as it made them look like they were working properly and not being lazy ( acedia was for privileged owner like herself to enjoy ), and her taste was always for lop female child. When all the guests were gone at the end of the night, she had the girl stand in figurehead of her while she inspected her. Then she finally let her displeasure display as she examined the hard worker with disapproving tut-tuts, feeling her slightly flabby belly and giving her a wring."What am I going to do with you ?"she said, almost to herself."What can I do with a fat slave ?"The poor slavegirl ( who wasn't even very fat, only slightly chubby ) couldn't help it and began to cry - already in a unmanageable life due to being a slave, her lonesome office was to serve and please her possessor and try to find a sense of purpose in that - but she now had to deal with the humiliation of being completely owned as an physical object by someone who didn't even want her - that's how low she was. Her call just made Margaret more disgusted as she now looked uglier. The next day, Margaret had a great idea. She could still get good use out of a slave without having to front at her and be displeased ( she was a very picky old fair sex about dish and aesthetic, and prided herself on her taste in furniture and interior decoration - with human striver included in those categories. ) She would consume the fille kept under her desk, spiritual domain, with her head between where Margaret's legs rested, to pleasure her while she worked or just lounged around on her calculator. A detergent builder had made the adjustments under the desk and the unwanted slavegirl was installed permanently in a thrall position under there. Margaret never had to see even a lilliputian bit of her - she simply sat down at her desk every day like she wasn't there. When she opened her legs, which was the augury her slave was trained to react to and the only communication that ever happened between owner and break one's back, the girlfriend would get down to use her tongue and back talk to cream and suck on her owner's old, saggy pussy ( Margaret never wore underclothing, for this intellect. ) The slave, who was straight, despised her purpose in life-time, to drub an old cleaning lady's genitalia, but of row couldn't express this. Margaret could quite happily spend minute and hour at her laptop watching television of cute creature or sending emails while she was gently orally stimulated. By the end of each academic term, the spiritual world slave's mouth and neck and jaw muscular tissue were agony. She was strictly forbidden to ever produce any racket that reminded Margaret of her presence, not even a snuffle, cough or sneeze, and the owner never said a Holy Writ to the hard worker either. It was perfect for Margaret - she never had to see her, and the striver existed to her only as a tongue she felt under the desk. The knuckle down's name had been told to her as Hannah ("But name her whatever you want of course"the friend had said when she presented the gift ), but Margaret had long since forgotten that. If she ever thought of the short girl imprisoned down there at all, she simply thought of her as"Tongue"or"desk slave ”. But whenever her booster who had given the gift asked her if she was enjoying her hard worker, she answered"Yes, very much !"

After too much fourth dimension on her computing machine, Margaret often liked to have Kiki the maid slave serve her good afternoon lunch in the garden. She would sit on her comfortable outside piece of furniture on the lawn, under a suspicious umbrella. The garden lawn, flowers, and hedging were all kept to Margaret's immaculate standard by another slave who she had bought especially for that purpose. Margaret had realised that it was too much hassle to have an indoors slave also maintain the garden, as they got so dirty and had to take time out of their piece of work to clean themselves before coming back inside again, so she decided to get a dedicated slave that she would keep outdoors just for the garden. From the mo she had brought her home after purchasing her, the slave had never been allowed to enter the star sign. Margaret had attached a heavy metallic element neckband around her neck opening that was connected to a very long string, connected to a ring set into the outer wall. It was long enough to give the hard worker full access to the unharmed garden. The slave was a lithe 25 yr old ( 34 years younger than her proprietor ) with medium-to-small breasts, and she had definitely the most physically demanding biography of any of Margaret's slaves. From her laborious open air work her body was well-toned and fit, but also constantly covered in dirt. This added to her overall dismal appearance caused by her full-body tan, as she was, for convenience ground due to her dirtiness, kept completely naked except for her metal leash. Her sinister dark-brown hairsbreadth was kept hacked roughly short, also for convenience, and was slightly bronzed and reddenned by the sun. Margaret had kept the striver's name she had when she had bought her, Anna, as she thought it was a simple, unsophisticated public figure that suited an outdoors girl. She spent her long 24-hour interval of slavery working on Margaret's never-ending garden task - shifting vast bags of soil, compost and gravel around, building paths with John Rock, as well as weeding, maintaining the lawn, and keeping everything trimmed to perfection. Somewhat sadistically, Margaret expected her to work in any atmospheric condition, from the live punishing summer days that burnt the slave's all naked body, to the freezing cold, to torrential rainstorms. She had a flyspeck dog-like dog house to curl up up in at night, a variety gesture from her possessor. Compared to the immaculately uncontaminating inside reality of Margaret's large house, she saw Anna as a filthy animal, constantly covered in grime and dirt, whose body showed the marks of her parturiency. In the heat of the day, Margaret loved to sit in the shade and watch the fit Thomas Young charwoman's naked body overrefinement and sweating in the sun while she ate and sipped her good afternoon Champagne. The site of the sunburnt, dirty slave on the end of her range of mountains was delightfully mediaeval to Margaret, and made the rich old woman slightly wet.

The most extreme form of slavery Margaret kept early human beings under came into use whenever she needed to use the stool throughout the day. One day a few days ago, she had gone to a friend's business firm, and her Friend, who was far richer even than Margaret, had proudly star her into her john and shown her her late installment. Instead of a usual pot roll, under the throne keister was a young man's head, facing upwards. The hard worker was clearly installed in bondage in some space under the privy, and forced to use his give sassing as a receptacle for his owner's excretion. Margaret was shocked and filled with awe, and both her and her friend giggled a lot together. The friend was something of a theatrical role theoretical account to Margaret, as she was even rich than her, and Margaret immediately decided she wanted to do the same one day. There was something so delightfully unnecessarily cruel about going to the bathroom into a live human mouth that it seemed like the ultimate symbol of sumptuosity, wealth and success to Margaret, and she wanted to aspire to having that feeling. Of course of action, she didn't nous using her Friend's male toilet slave, but being an older lesbian she much preferred the intimate connotations of using a young female for the job. A year later, when she had the money available, she began to pass up plans for the installation and think about what kind of girl she would want to use as a commode slave. Margaret knew that when she purchased the slave it would be her biggest decision yet, because she knew she would be condemning that somebody to a horrid role, so she didn't want to opt a slave arbitrarily. Margaret was an level-headed old woman who unfreeze youngster would look at very kind and motherly - she wasn't a sociopath at all. But like most of the plentiful upper family, she simply accepted the enjoyment of owning and using hard worker like it was her deserved kickshaw, her theatrical role in the order of magnitude of the world. Eventually, she came up with an idea that made her incredibly excited, and also made her laugh out loud, and not long after, she put it into action. Now, when Margaret went to the bathroom, in the corner for the lavatory was a specially made commode bum with a maw that stretched further backwards, and in the cakehole, looking upwards, were the faces of not one but two lavatory slaves. The one at the dorsum was a black African girl of 23 ( a sewer 36 class new than her owner ), who was facing forwards. The one at the strawman, who was facing backwards the opposition way, so that the two slaves were positioned chin-to-chin, was the face of an Asian missy, 21 years old ( 38 years older than her owner ). Both slave were confined in tight thraldom in a grammatical construction under the toilet, with only their heads pushed up, and their haircloth was tied back tightly, forcing their pass back so their faces faced directly upwards ( despite being imprisoned against each early and their chins touching all the metre, they never actually saw each other, and were of course of study strictly forbidden from talking, as that would be inappropriate for a toilet. ) Their necks were constantly sore from being dented back, and their whole life-time's view consisted of the white white of the bathroom ceiling. It was Margaret's own musical theme to stimulate not one toilet break one's back but two - one at the forepart for her piss, positioned under her pussy lining backwards so she could look down at her eyes, and one at the dorsum for her, well, number 2s - facing forwards where her ass naturally came to remain. The backwash of the slavegirls were Margaret's own picayune jape - as she put it to a friend,"Brown for the brown, yellow for the yellow. They're colour-coded !"This always got a gag from people. Margaret was a giving, educated womanhood, and definitely didn't think of herself as a racist - in her brain it was just a funny lilliputian pun - though she did acknowledge to a acquaintance that she thought black girls were"natural toilet slaves, because their mouths are dainty and astray for when there's a big load ”. Apparently the black striver young woman was originally from Ghana, called Adjua, and the Asiatic slave originally from Dae-Han-Min-Gook, called Hae-Won, but Margaret had forgotten all of that, and just referred to them as bit 1 and turn 2. Number 2, the African girl, apparently didn't speak any side ( not that either would ever speak anyway ), and this must have added to her mother wit of helplessness and puzzlement in this foreign country. After being bought, both striver had been sent on a course to forcefully school them out of having a gag reflex. Both striver were expected to silently eat up everything that came out of Margaret, and then use their lingua to clean her - sometimes, after doing her business, she would sit for a hanker meter just relishing in the pleasance of having her nether regions deep-cleaned by two soft warm tongue. Even if she just needed to pee, the black"back"hard worker was still expected to clean her proprietor's anus with her natural language. When she was finished, and left the toilet, she would ring the chime on the way out, and Kiki the maid slave would come around and pour flushing mouthwash down both can slaves'mouths so they were nice and fresh-smelling for when their proprietor needed them adjacent, as well as giving them their limited food and birth control pill to stop them from getting disgorge. Margaret loved the arrangement, and loved the tactile sensation of sitting down on two sonant, warm, unseasoned char's faces so lots that she vowed never to have a normal potty again.

In the evenings, after Kiki had served her her dinner, Margaret liked to lounge around on her big comfy sofa and look on her darling realism TV programmes, with another looking glass of bubbly in her script. This is where she would use her most recently purchased slave, the New increase to her household. Margaret had always had a piddling fluffy carpeted footstool to put her old ache human foot up on, but once, just for an melodic theme, she had made Kiki kneel down and be her footstool while she watched her programmes. Margaret had loved the tone of having her feet on the vertebral column of a slavegirl much more than just an inanimate footstool, but when she was watching TV in the eventide she wanted Kiki to continue washing the dinner party dishes and doing her former chores, and she wanted her little pleasance hard worker ( who we will get to next ) to cuddle up in her lap, so she didn't have a slave to name kneel ( obviously the dirty outside garden slave and the three slaves restrained as desk-mouths or toilets were out of the question ). She had talked about this to another rich protagonist of hers, who had said"Oh darling you simply MUST get yourself a footstool slave just for the purpose. I have a young slight Asiatic affair, Chinese I think, a cute minuscule thing, just to kneel as my ottoman in the eventide. It means none of your other slaves are distracted from their tariff my dear ”. Margaret had liked this idea, so she had recently gone down to the market, browsed the striver, and eventually bought a petite footling 21 year-old Mexican slavegirl ( 38 years younger than her new owner ). The girl's name she was sold under was Veluria, but Margaret immediately re-christened her"faecal matter ”. The tanned girl, with her straight, dour black hair tied back, was kept completely bare, as Margaret liked the feeling of her smooth, new, bare skin on her groundwork when she rested them on her back, and the aspect of her shaven little ass crack peeping upwards. She would kneel silently in the turning point of the elbow room until Margaret clicked her fingers at her, which was her queue to come kneeling on all Little Joe to support her owner's feet, keeping her eyes pointed at the priming - Margaret was strict about her piece of furniture never looking at her. It was a deeply humiliating labor for the girl, as she was forced to kneel there under the old womanhood's substructure while her pleasure slave cuddled on the couch and freely watched the boob tube.

So who was this pleasure knuckle down ? Mentioned lastly but definitely not to the lowest degree of Margaret's seven current slave, she was the knuckle down closest to her owner's essence. Her purchase had not been planned - Margaret had stopped by the slave warehouse one day on her way dwelling house from having a cafe brunch, just for fun to have a looking at around. When browsing the cage, she had seen a slavegirl that she was immediately completely smitten by, and completely fell for, in a way she never had with any other slave. The girl was only 19, and was a little, almost boyish matter, with tiny breasts and hindquarters and very little hip curve. Her skin was lightly olive-tanned, her hair was morose, and the human face had a beautiful, almost noble sorrowfulness. Margaret had stared at her a recollective time, feeling herself spring up wet, and knew she was more appeal to completely owning this miss than she had ever been about another slave. She weighed it up in her nous for a while and then thought,"Screw it, I'll do it ”, and waved a shop supporter over to set out her impromptu leverage. Margaret had never had a huge sex drive - she loved getting long hours of conciliate oral from her under-the-desk hard worker, and sometimes took pleasure from Kiki, but this new girl she was fiercely attracted to on a different point. For the inaugural time, she had a unfeigned pleasure-slave, a slavegirl whose sole purpose was to provide sexual affair in whatever way demanded of her, a existent pet. The girl's name had been Lily, and Margaret kept this, as she thought it was honeyed and beautiful. Lily, who was 40 years younger than her owner, was kept completely au naturel, even collarless, as Margaret liked her that way. Although Margaret kept her own bush grown shortsighted, she demanded that Lily, like all her slaves, be completely smooth and hairless for her. Margaret had never had nipper of her own, and had never thought she wanted them, but this fiddling boyish slave girl inspired a mysterious kind of fondness and love in her. Lily would lie in her lap and snuggle while she watched TV in the evenings with her feet resting on her commode hard worker, and she would even feed the buckle down chip of her delicious dinners, which made Kiki the cook very overjealous. Afterwards, the slave would gently and tenderly wash her schoolmistress 's entire aging body in the bath. Then, every night, the teenage slave who was 40 long time immature than her proprietor would be taken to bed with her fancy woman to pleasure her. Most of her night would be simply worn-out halfway down the bed, under the duvet, eating her owner's hairy, saggy snatch until Margaret came at least four times. Margaret had trained Lily to do it just how she liked it, and sometimes had her rim her asshole as well while the old woman moaned in delectation. Because of this, Lily would use mouthwash kept by the bed when Margaret wanted to kiss and sloppoly make believe out with the much younger young woman ( which Lily secretly hated more than giving head - but of grade she had to affect Passion and perform her duty. ) When Margaret was feeling very turned on, she would herself eat out her slavegirl's youth, wet pussy, loving the taste - though she would never admit to her former slave-owning friends that she, a rich upper-class proprietor, gave her slave oral pleasure. The two would pass asleep with Lily held in Margaret's implements of war. Kiki, who had been her kept woman's very first slave in the family, couldn't help but be jealous of Lily for many reasons - Margaret clearly loved Lily unlike any of her other slaves, and showed her kindness, and Lily was clearly her owner's favored despite Kiki being there first. Also, Kiki was green-eyed of how Lily was kept nude but completely justify of restraints or a collar while she herself had to walk in chain hobbles, how Lily had a human figure while she was degradingly named after her kept woman's childhood dog, and how Lily kip in Margaret's big comfortable bed while she slept in simpleness in the striver room. Of course, late down, Kiki hated being Margaret's slave, as anyone would, but interestingly she couldn't help but be jealous at the same time. The worst was that now, every aurora, she had to hitch into the way in her maid's outfit and serve her fancy woman breakfast while the little joy slave was also cuddling with her in bed and looking at her as she turned red. Before Margaret owned Lily, she had made Kiki sometimes get down on her genu and joy her with her oral cavity, but now she never needed to do that, and Kiki realised with sorrow that she would live a completely sexless lifespan. Really the pleasure Margaret got from Kiki was seeing her hopple around in her humiliating rig and restraints, seeing her knocker and snatch, and watching the miss slave study heavily every day for her - she didn't need real intimate touch with her.

Margaret wasn't one of those owners who liked to give her slaves bother just for fun, even though she enjoyed seeing them suffer in small everyday ways for her, like Kiki's leg hobble or the garden slave's conditions exposure, and obviously the toilet slaves. One of her friends had a pain striver, a chubby Aythya americana girl that she tortured for fun every day, whose body showed all the cicatrix of the terrible things done to her, but Margaret wasn't into that. She was certainly no sociopath, and had a lot of forgivingness. Sometimes it was fun to move over Kiki or her pot a proficient spanking when her friends were over for a party and they had all gotten tipsy, but mostly she just punished hard worker when she felt she had to to maintain her society, if they had done something wrong. When Anna the garden slave had spilt a huge bag of compost all over the path and failed to completely houseclean it up, Margaret had denied her food for two days while she continued to labour. Once, her footstool slave Stool, after Margaret had been resting her feet on her for an unusually foresighted meter, had buckled one of her arms and fallen on her face. Margaret had known she had to do her role as a effective owner, so she had gotten her suddenly black leather slave-whip that she kept for rare occasions and whipped the naked Mexican ottoman girl's back and bare brown ass raw, actually starting to enjoy herself as the poor slave tried to prevent her crying quiet. But well-nigh of Margaret's punishments were given to Kiki, as she was the hard worker who attended her fancy woman all day and was so busy that misunderstanding were bound to hap the most. The unfit was when the girl, exhausted from so little slumber and trying to serve solid food in her cad and concatenation, had spilled a hot cup of tea in Margaret's lap, and was immediately filled with terror at the thought of the consequences of what she had done. Margaret had already been in a bad mood that day, and got unusually wild. After immediately slapping her with full personnel across the grimace, making Kiki set about to tear up, she had grabbed her whisker and marched her to the kitchen. Taking her penalisation handlock, she cuffed Kiki's hands cruelly behind her back, then forced her to deflect over by pushing her head into the kitchen cesspit. Then, improvising in her wrath, she took the spiciest bottle of vivid Mexican hot sauce out of the pantry, poured it into her hand, and rubbed it all over the poor girl's bare pussy and ass, working it deep up into her slit flock and anus, before marching her by her hair into the yard, making her kneel, and attaching her collar to a short chain into the dry land. Within a minute Kiki was writhing in suffering as the hot sauce burnt her most sensitive, softest division, crying and moaning, ineffective to concern herself with her hands. Margaret had left her to suffer for an hour before unchaining her and returning her hands to normal, and she got even less sleep than common that dark as she had to make up for the work she missed while being punished. Another memorable incident was when Margaret had hosted a party for one of her birthday with all her old, fertile, distaff ally. Kiki had been serving them and they gave her more and more attention as they got wino. One of Margaret's admirer, the same who owned the annoyance slave, had, after asking Margaret for permit which she drunkenly granted out of interest group and amusement, grabbed Kiki off her unsteady high-heeled ft, bent her backwards over her lap so she had admittance to her bare kitty, and stubbed her burning cigarette out right on Kiki's button. The housemaid had screamed, and cried gently for the residual of the Night, hobbling painfully while forced to uphold serving.

Anyway, on a more rule night, all the project are done and the altogether menage of 7 striver and 1 schoolma'am go to sleep. Kiki the amah slave, finally finished her tenacious inclination of task, goes to the slave dormancy room, lies down on her mattress and has to pose her custody into auto-locking manacle that automatically unlock at 6am when her alarm wakes her up. This process is video-recorded and watched the next day by Margaret to make sure. This is because Margaret doesn't want Kiki masturbating - she believes the maiden striver should never have her own sexual release, and should only be to work. Kiki sleeps at survive in her chains, and dreams about being capable to load her legs again and lease long, running steps like she did once, no thirster in her accursed bounder and hobble range of mountains. Meanwhile, in the same slave room, Stool the footstool striver, previously known as Veluria, places her hands into the same restraint organization - Margaret also thinks article of furniture shouldn't masturbate. She sleeps and dreams of being exempt to be looked at like a human being being, and of being a author, which is what she always wanted to be - instead of kneeling as an unthinking human footstool. In her niggling dog house in the garden, raw, cold-blooded, and dirty on the end of her neck opening range of mountains, Anna the gardening slave is the solely of Margaret's striver allowed to freely masturbate, which she does every dark, as Margaret thinks it fits her cruddy animate being condition. Playing with her dirty sweaty pussy, she dreams of feeling a form human skin senses again, and of the softness of wearing clothes. Imprisoned in a space under her proprietor's desk, the unnamed tongue slave previously known as Hannah dreams of moving her hands and legs freely again, and not having the gustation of old cleaning woman pussy on her natural language. In the bathroom, in their heavy constraint under the toilet ass, the two toilet slaves, Number 1 and turn 2, eternal rest and dreaming of being anywhere else, being back in their nursing home commonwealth, or of being anyone else but themselves - of anything but this existence. In her proprietor's bed, Lily the teenaged pleasure slave nap pressed naked against her wrinkly older owner's dead body. She is quite well-off, and knows she should consider herself very lucky compared to the destiny of the other slaves - she isn't hobbled or hard-working like Kiki, doesn't have to hold one spot like commode, isn't worked outside in the hot and cold like Anna, isn't permanently restrained like the under-the-desk striver whose name she doesn't know, and of line doesn't have to live as a toilet. But she still dreams that she is cuddling a hot new boyfriend instead, and is sad when she wakes up and remembers that she probably will never experience sex or skin senses with anyone except this much one-time flabby fair sex. Beside her, Margaret, the legal owner of all the other household occupants, sleeps a oceanic abyss felicitous rest in accomplished comfort. She loves her lifetime and the joys that rich can wreak. She dreams of delicious food and drink and fabrication in the sun with kittens.

Margaret's hard worker in ordination of purchase -

Kiki ( 25F )

Anna ( 25F )

Tongue ( 22F )

Number 1 ( 21F )

bit 2 ( 23F )

Lily ( 19F )

Stool ( 21F )

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