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This story is set in a universe just like our existent everyday public - except that slavery is normalised and commercial. About an eighth ( on average ) of the population of each country are born into slavery and bought and sold as physical object. Because of this ratio, only the rich upper classes can give to own a large turn of personal slaves - think of it as combining weight to owning a lot of auto. These slaves have no rights.

Margaret had grown up in a standard, middle-class menage, but she had gotten married at the age of 35 to a much ample man, and landed a high-paying job as well. After 13 years of an average relationship, she had divorced him, and been left with a large sum of money. Now, two old age later, at the age of 59 and fast approaching 60, she had sufficiency to buy a orotund house for herself and have a lot left over to proceed her in sumptuousness, only working occasionally. She was becoming a slightly larger char in her older age as everything began to sag and she expanded around the middle, but she kept her hair dyed an unrealistic shade of blonde. As her past marriage had dragged on she had thought about it and decided more and more often that, although she didn't mind the occasional sex she had with her hubby, she was really a gay woman at substance. aside from some casual dates every now and then with both men and women, Margaret found that she actually really relish living alone as an older one cleaning lady, and having all her time to herself.

Of course, she was only"alone"as far as the upper classes defined it. Her house was actually also habitation to her respective slaves. The money her racy ex had left her in her divorce had provided her the substance to cocker in the luxuries of the wealthy, the foremost of which was owning multiple slaves. Her husband had taken all of their hard worker in the divorcement - she allowed him this as she wanted to lead off building up her own, hand-picked aggregation for her own pleasance, all to her tastes. All of her striver now were young and female, as it pleased her newly-discovered Lesbian self to possess complete possession over so many new, lost, distaff bodies. Her hard worker were carefully * * * * * * * * * * * ed every now and then on sojourn to the striver warehouse. Margaret was quite the anatomy, a prominent, elder woman with her wave hair's-breadth, makeup, colorful, flower-patterned blouse and large handbag, inspecting the displays of sad-eyed, marriageable, naked young slavegirls. The warehouses stocked striver from various dissimilar enslavement and statistical distribution companies who supplied slaves of all dissimilar shapes, size, ages, wash, and Leontyne Price stratum. Choosing to purchase a new slave was always an occasion, similar in graduated table to buying a car - not a light, everyday decision, but definitely achievable for mortal so rich to do many times. As such, Margaret currently owned a family of 7 slaves.

Margaret would wake up at around 9 am every first light, mostly out of habit, and sometimes idle in bed for a little while. When she felt like breakfast, she would compress the small button by her bed which rang a bell throughout the relaxation of the house. Margaret was an old creature of habit, and liked her function. She would have the same affair for breakfast every day - two musical composition of toast with marmalade, and a cup of tea. As soon as the buzzer rang it would be prepared by her maid slave, and would be delivered to her in bed within a few second. Her maidservant slave, Kiki, had been the first off hard worker she bought with her own money as a ace womanhood, which had been incredibly exciting for Margaret. Kiki was 25 ( 34 days vernal than her proprietor ), boney, blench and dark-coated. Margaret had thought she had the double-dyed 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 master striver, as the first one, and it was her duty to cook all her proprietor's repast to perfection, sustain the integral house spotlessly clean, and time lag upon her owner whenever Margaret pressed her button or resound 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 younger break one's back char, so Kiki worked naked except for a black-and-white, frilly, French people maid's top that opened to let her moderate-sized, milk-white breasts hang out with their pink mamilla, and a pair of high contraband cad. Her blanch pussy crack and perfective tense ass boldness were kept completely hairless and uncovered. Margaret just loved the feeling of wealth and decadence she got from having her maid dressed up in this French-imitating way. What made Kiki's labor very much backbreaking for her was the fact that her high heels were permanently connected with a shining Ag hobble-chain about 20cms long, forcing her to always take the air in lilliputian, twee steps, and her wrist were connected with a slightly long chain. Because of this, and the huge house she had to keep clean and jerk on top of her daily cooking, Margaret allowed Kiki only 6 hours of log Z's every night, 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 lettuce to walk perfectly upright all the fourth dimension, keep back balance in her hitch high-heels, present herself gracefully with her spine arched and breasts stuck out, serve food with her hand chained without spilling it, and of class how to fake all of Margaret's specified menu exactly as her buyer liked them. Kiki was an ever-present presence in Margaret's day, all over the house, starting from the moment she brought in the breakfast and tea and carefully lowered it with her chained mitt onto the bedside tabular array without spilling any. She would then be given any specific instructions Margaret had for the day's work, and be dismissed to her duties. The alone dustup she ever spoke were a delicate"Yes ma'am"or"No ma'am ”. Still, the man spirit is incredibly springy even in situations of complete oppressiveness, and Kiki had, through sheer everyday repetition, come to find pride and aim in her work, her sole use being to hold on her schoolmistress mansion as tidy as possible and make her perfect meals ( Kiki herself only ate the most staple slave food and scraps of path. ) She was also required to serve very busily whenever Margaret had her similarly rich, old, distaff friend over for a tope occasion, and they all admired the well-trained maid striver with her publicize milk-white tit and pink nipples, 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 moderate her electronic mail on her screen background computer. Sometimes she would solve for a few 60 minutes from house as well, and sometimes would be seated there for many more hours watching random silly videos or messaging her friends ( this was probably one reasonableness why Margaret was becoming a prominent woman ). This is where the job of the next slave to begin work in Margaret's household would start. About two twelvemonth ago, on Margaret's natal day, her good friend, another fertile woman around her age, had given her a present, saying it was a very special one. The present was a offspring hard worker young woman, who she had hand-picked from the food market for Margaret. Margaret had been asked to conclude her eyes and had been led into another room as all the old adult female at the party giggled, then told to open up her eyes. The girl had been presented naked, standing in the midriff of the way, with her hands and haircloth both tied with big red ribbons like a present, and all the old Lady whooped and cackled like old charwoman having a boozing together do. The slave was 22 ( 37 years new than her new possessor ), blonde and slightly chubby, with a protruding bottom and large pap, as was the fashion for some honest-to-goodness woman to own, and the friend had * * * * * * * * * * * ed her thought process Margaret would like this. Margaret of track was very polite and pretended to be overjoyed, thanking everybody so often, and, when all the dame chanted"spank her, spank her, spank her ”, bending the girl over her knee and giving her her maiden spanking as her proprietor. However, secretly, even though she would never say it out of politeness, Margaret didn't like the slave at all. Hypocritically, Margaret couldn't stand the look of even slightly chubby slavegirls - she believed all hard worker should be in contour as it made them look like they were working properly and not being lazy ( laziness was for favor possessor like herself to enjoy ), and her tasting was always for trimming girl. When all the guests were gone at the end of the dark, she had the girl pedestal in front of her while she inspected her. Then she finally let her displeasure show as she examined the hard worker with disapproving tut-tuts, feeling her slightly flabby belly and giving her a squeeze."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 assistance it and began to cry - already in a difficult life-time due to being a slave, her entirely part was to attend to and delight her owner and try to witness a sense of role in that - but she now had to portion out with the humiliation of being completely owned as an object by individual who didn't even want her - that's how low she was. Her watchword just made Margaret more disgusted as she now looked slimy. The next day, Margaret had a great idea. She could still get dear use out of a striver without having to seem at her and be displeased ( she was a very cross old cleaning lady about lulu and aesthetics, and prided herself on her taste in furniture and interior decoration - with man slaves included in those family. ) She would have the girl kept under her desk, spiritual world, with her oral sex between where Margaret's legs rested, to pleasure her while she worked or just lounged around on her information processing system. A builder had made the adjustments under the desk and the undesirable slavegirl was installed permanently in a bondage posture under there. Margaret never had to see even a little 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 sign her slave was trained to answer to and the solely communication that ever happened between owner and slave, the miss would get down to use her tongue and mouth to drub and suck on her owner's old, saggy kitty-cat ( Margaret never wore underwear, for this reason. ) The slave, who was straight, despised her role in lifetime, to lick an old cleaning woman's genitals, but of course of study couldn't express this. Margaret could quite happily spend hours and hour at her laptop computer watching videos of cunning creature or sending e-mail while she was gently orally stimulated. By the end of each session, the unseen slave's mouth and neck and jaw brawniness were agony. She was strictly forbidden to ever make any noise that reminded Margaret of her presence, not even a sniffle, cough or sneezing, and the owner never said a Word to the slave either. It was perfect for Margaret - she never had to see her, and the slave 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 of study"the champion had said when she presented the gift ), but Margaret had long since forgotten that. If she ever thought of the misfortunate girl imprisoned down there at all, she simply thought of her as"Tongue"or"desk slave ”. But whenever her acquaintance who had given the gift asked her if she was enjoying her slave, she answered"Yes, very very much !"

After too much time on her reckoner, Margaret often liked to have Kiki the maid striver serve her good afternoon dejeuner in the garden. She would sit on her comfortable outside furniture on the lawn, under a fly-by-night umbrella. The garden lawn, flush, and hedgerow 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 lots hassle to have an indoors slave also maintain the garden, as they got so dirty and had to lease clock time out of their workplace to clean themselves before coming back inside again, so she decided to get a consecrated slave that she would celebrate out-of-doors just for the garden. From the import she had brought her habitation after purchasing her, the slave had never been allowed to get in the house. Margaret had attached a heavy metal collar around her cervix that was connected to a very long string, connected to a ring set into the outer wall. It was long enough to give the slave wide-cut access to the all garden. The striver was a lithe 25 year old ( 34 years unseasoned than her owner ) with medium-to-small boob, and she had definitely the most physically demanding animation of any of Margaret's slave. From her intemperately outdoors work her physical structure was well-toned and fit, but also constantly covered in dirt. This added to her overall obscure appearance caused by her full-body tan, as she was, for convenience understanding due to her dirtiness, kept completely bare except for her metal shoe collar. Her dark brown hair was kept cut roughly short, also for convenience, and was slightly bronzed and reddenned by the sun. Margaret had kept the slave's public figure she had when she had bought her, Anna, as she thought it was a wide-eyed, unsophisticated name that suited an out-of-doors missy. She spent her long mean solar day of slavery working on Margaret's perpetual garden projects - shifting huge bagful of soil, compost and gravel around, building paths with rocks, as well as weeding, maintaining the lawn, and keeping everything trimmed to paragon. Somewhat sadistically, Margaret expected her to form in any atmospheric condition, from the raging punishing summer mean solar day that burnt the slave's unhurt naked body, to the freezing frigidness, to torrential rainstorms. She had a tiny dog-like kennel to draw in up in at dark, a kind gesture from her owner. Compared to the immaculately clean-living inside world of Margaret's gravid house, she saw Anna as a filthy beast, constantly covered in grime and dirt, whose dead body showed the soft touch of her working class. In the heating plant of the day, Margaret loved to sit in the shade and ascertain the fit young woman's naked soundbox twisting and sudation in the sun while she ate and sipped her afternoon Champagne. The situation of the sunburnt, dirty striver on the end of her chain was delightfully medieval to Margaret, and made the rich old woman slightly wet.

The most extreme variety of slavery Margaret kept former human existence under came into use whenever she needed to use the toilet throughout the day. One day a few year ago, she had gone to a friend's house, and her friend, who was far richer even than Margaret, had proudly lead her into her toilet and shown her her late instalment. Instead of a usual commode bowl, under the toilet seat was a young man's head, facing upwards. The slave was clearly installed in bondage in some quad under the toilet, and forced to use his open mouth as a receptacle for his possessor's body waste. Margaret was shocked and filled with awe, and both her and her friend giggled a lot together. The Friend was something of a persona model to Margaret, as she was even richer than her, and Margaret immediately decided she wanted to do the Sami one day. There was something so delightfully unnecessarily cruel about going to the lavatory into a survive homo mouth that it seemed like the ultimate symbol of luxury, wealth and success to Margaret, and she wanted to aspire to having that feeling. Of path, she didn't brain using her ally's male pot slave, but being an sometime sapphic she much preferred the sexual connotations of using a Whitney Moore Young Jr. female for the job. A yr later, when she had the money available, she began to draw up architectural plan for the installation and think about what sort of little girl she would need to use as a lav slave. Margaret knew that when she purchased the striver it would be her biggest decision yet, because she knew she would be condemning that somebody to a horrific function, so she didn't want to take a slave arbitrarily. Margaret was an intelligent old woman who free fry would consider very kind and motherly - she wasn't a psychopath at all. But like most of the rich speed division, she simply accepted the use of owning and using slaves like it was her deserved dainty, her role in the parliamentary procedure of the humanity. Eventually, she came up with an approximation that made her incredibly excited, and also made her laughter out loud, and not long after, she put it into action. Now, when Margaret went to the john, in the corner for the toilet was a specially made toilet seat with a muddle that stretched further backwards, and in the hole, looking upwards, were the faces of not one but two throne slaves. The one at the back was a black African girl of 23 ( a toilet 36 years younger than her owner ), who was facing forwards. The one at the front, who was facing backwards the opponent way, so that the two slaves were positioned chin-to-chin, was the face of an Asiatic girl, 21 years old ( 38 years older than her owner ). Both slaves were confined in plastered bondage in a twist under the toilet, with only their heads pushed up, and their hair was tied back tightly, forcing their heads back so their faces faced directly upwards ( despite being imprisoned against each former and their chins touching all the meter, they never actually saw each other, and were of course strictly forbidden from talking, as that would be incompatible for a crapper. ) Their neck opening were constantly sore from being turn back, and their entirely lifespan's view consisted of the blank bloodless of the bath cap. It was Margaret's own idea to induce not one toilette knuckle down but two - one at the front for her piss, positioned under her pussy facing backwards so she could wait down at her centre, and one at the back for her, well, routine 2s - facing forwards where her ass naturally came to remain. The race of the slavegirls were Margaret's own lilliputian jape - as she put it to a protagonist,"Brown for the brown, yellow for the yellow. They're colour-coded !"This always got a joke from people. Margaret was a freehanded, educated woman, and definitely didn't think of herself as a racist - in her mind it was just a funny story minuscule pun - though she did admit to a protagonist that she thought black young lady were"rude sewer slaves, because their backtalk are nice and wide-eyed for when there's a big onus ”. Apparently the black striver girl was originally from Ghana, called Adjua, and the Asiatic slave originally from Han-Gook, called Hae-Won, but Margaret had forgotten all of that, and just referred to them as Number 1 and Number 2. Number 2, the African fille, apparently didn't speak any English ( not that either would ever utter anyway ), and this must take in added to her sense of helplessness and bewilderment in this extraneous nation. After being bought, both slaves had been sent on a course to forcefully civilize them out of having a gag reflex response. Both hard worker were expected to silently swallow everything that came out of Margaret, and then use their glossa to clean her - sometimes, after doing her line of work, she would sit for a foresighted clip just relishing in the joy of having her nether regions deep-cleaned by two soft warm spit. Even if she just needed to pee, the calamitous"back"slave was still expected to clean her possessor's anus with her tongue. When she was finished, and left the privy, she would ring the bell on the way out, and Kiki the maidservant hard worker would arrive around and pour flushing mouthwash down both toilet slaves'mouths so they were dainty and fresh-smelling for when their possessor needed them future, as well as giving them their special solid food and anovulatory drug to stop them from getting disgorge. Margaret loved the system, and loved the feeling of sitting down on two flaccid, warm, Whitney Moore Young Jr. women's faces so a good deal that she vowed never to have a normal toilet again.

In the eventide, after Kiki had served her her dinner, Margaret liked to loiter around on her big comfy sofa and watch her favourite reality TV syllabus, with another methamphetamine of champagne in her hired hand. This is where she would use her most recently purchased slave, the Modern addition to her household. Margaret had always had a slight fluffy carpeted footstool to put her old aching feet up on, but once, just for an musical theme, she had made Kiki kneel down and be her footstool while she watched her broadcast. Margaret had loved the belief of having her feet on the back of a slavegirl much more than just an inanimate tuffet, but when she was watching TV in the evenings she wanted Kiki to continue washing the dinner stunner and doing her other chores, and she wanted her little joy slave ( who we will get to next ) to cuddle up in her lap, so she didn't have a striver to make kneel ( obviously the dirty outside garden slave and the three slaves restrained as desk-mouths or commode were out of the question ). She had talked about this to another rich booster of hers, who had said"Oh darling you simply moldiness get yourself a footstool slave just for the purpose. I have a untried little Asian thing, Taiwanese I think, a cunning little affair, just to kneel as my footstool in the evenings. It means none of your other striver are distracted from their obligation my dear ”. Margaret had liked this idea, so she had recently gone down to the marketplace, browsed the hard worker, and eventually bought a bantam little 21 year-old Mexican slavegirl ( 38 years young than her new owner ). The girl's name she was sold under was Veluria, but Margaret immediately re-christened her"can ”. The suntanned lady friend, with her straight, dark pitch-dark tomentum tied back, was kept completely raw, as Margaret liked the tone of her smooth, youth, bare skin on her foot when she rested them on her back, and the looking at of her shaved little ass gap peeping upwards. She would kneel silently in the corner of the room until Margaret clicked her finger's breadth at her, which was her queue to do kneel on all fours to support her proprietor's base, keeping her eye pointed at the ground - Margaret was strict about her furniture never looking at her. It was a deeply humiliating labor for the girl, as she was forced to kneel there under the old charwoman's feet while her pleasure slave cuddled on the sofa and freely watched the idiot box.

So who was this pleasure slave ? Mentioned last but definitely not least of Margaret's seven flow slaves, she was the slave closest to her owner's warmheartedness. Her leverage had not been planned - Margaret had stopped by the striver storage warehouse one day on her way home from having a cafe brunch, just for fun to have a look around. When browsing the cages, 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 little girl was only 19, and was a little, almost boyish thing, with tiny breasts and butt and very little hip bend. Her skin was lightly olive-tanned, her hair was dark, and the case had a beautiful, almost nobleman sorrowfulness. Margaret had stared at her a long sentence, feeling herself turn wet, and knew she was more attracted to completely owning this girl than she had ever been about another hard worker. She weighed it up in her head for a while and then thought,"roll in the hay it, I'll do it ”, and waved a shop assistant over to begin her unrehearsed purchase. Margaret had never had a huge sex movement - she loved getting long hour of gentle oral from her under-the-desk slave, and sometimes took pleasure from Kiki, but this new girl she was fiercely attracted to on a different tier. For the low time, she had a true pleasure-slave, a slavegirl whose sole purpose was to provide intimate intimacy in whatever way demanded of her, a tangible pet. The female child's name had been Lily, and Margaret kept this, as she thought it was dessert and beautiful. Lily, who was 40 years younger than her proprietor, was kept completely naked, even collarless, as Margaret liked her that way. Although Margaret kept her own bush grown short, she demanded that Lily, like all her striver, be completely smooth and hairless for her. Margaret had never had children of her own, and had never thought she wanted them, but this fiddling schoolboyish slave girl inspired a deep form of warmheartedness and love in her. Lily would lie in her lap and cuddle while she watched TV in the eventide with her feet resting on her feces striver, and she would even eat the slave scraps of her delicious dinner, which made Kiki the Captain Cook very jealous. Afterwards, the slave would gently and tenderly wash her mistress 's entire aging body in the bathroom. Then, every night, the teenage hard worker who was 40 years younger than her owner would be taken to bed with her mistress to pleasure her. Most of her night would be simply spent halfway down the bed, under the duvet, eating her owner's hairy, saggy kitty 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 bastard as well while the old woman moaned in delectation. Because of this, Lily would use mouthwash kept by the bed when Margaret wanted to buss and sloppoly pass water out with the much untried girl ( which Lily secretly hated more than giving nous - but of form she had to feign passion and perform her duty. ) When Margaret was feeling very turned on, she would herself eat out her slavegirl's unseasoned, besotted puss, loving the taste - though she would never accept to her former slave-owning friends that she, a fat upper-class owner, gave her buckle down unwritten delight. The two would come down asleep with Lily held in Margaret's arms. Kiki, who had been her mistress's very firstly slave in the house, couldn't help but be covetous of Lily for many reasons - Margaret clearly loved Lily unlike any of her other striver, and showed her kindness, and Lily was clearly her owner's favourite despite Kiki being there first. Also, Kiki was jealous of how Lily was kept naked but completely rid of restraints or a collar while she herself had to walk in Chain hobbles, how Lily had a human gens while she was degradingly named after her schoolmistress's childhood dog, and how Lily log Z's in Margaret's big comfortable bed while she slept in restraints in the slave room. Of class, deep down, Kiki hated being Margaret's slave, as anyone would, but interestingly she couldn't help but be jealous at the Saame time. The worst was that now, every dawning, she had to hobble into the room in her maid's outfit and serve her mistress breakfast while the little pleasure 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 knees and pleasure her with her mouth, but now she never needed to do that, and Kiki realised with sorrow that she would live a completely sexless life story. Really the pleasure Margaret got from Kiki was seeing her hobble around in her humiliating outfit and control, seeing her white meat and puss, and watching the lady friend slave work hard every day for her - she didn't need actual sexual touch with her.

Margaret wasn't one of those owners who liked to chip in her slaves pain just for fun, even though she enjoyed seeing them suffer in small casual means for her, like Kiki's leg hobbles or the garden slave's weather exposure, and obviously the lav slaves. One of her supporter had a pain slave, a chubby redhead girl that she tortured for fun every day, whose body showed all the scars of the terrible affair done to her, but Margaret wasn't into that. She was certainly no psychopath, and had a lot of benignity. Sometimes it was fun to give Kiki or her Stool a good spanking when her champion were over for a party and they had all gotten tipsy, but mostly she just punished slave when she felt she had to to maintain her edict, if they had done something untimely. When Anna the garden slave had spilt a Brobdingnagian bag of compost all over the way and failed to completely scavenge it up, Margaret had denied her food for two days while she continued to moil. Once, her footstool break one's back Stool, after Margaret had been resting her ft on her for an unusually hanker time, had buckled one of her weapon system and fallen on her face. Margaret had known she had to do her purpose as a good owner, so she had gotten her curtly smutty leather slave-whip that she kept for rarified occasions and whipped the naked Mexican footstool girl's back and air browned ass raw, actually starting to savor herself as the misfortunate slave tried to keep back her crying tranquil. But most of Margaret's punishments were given to Kiki, as she was the slave who attended her mistress all day and was so occupy that mistake were bound to happen the most. The spoiled was when the girl, exhausted from so little sleep and trying to serve food in her blackguard and chains, had spilled a hot cup of tea in Margaret's lap, and was immediately filled with affright at the thought process of the result 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 force across the face, making Kiki begin to tear up, she had grabbed her haircloth and marched her to the kitchen. Taking her punishment handcuffs, she cuffed Kiki's hands cruelly behind her back, then forced her to bend over by pushing her head into the kitchen sinkhole. Then, improvising in her anger, she took the risque bottle of intense Mexican hot sauce out of the pantry, poured it into her bridge player, and rubbed it all over the poor young lady's bare pussy and ass, working it deep up into her pussy fold and anus, before marching her by her haircloth into the yard, making her kneel, and attaching her taking into custody to a short range into the ground. Within a minute Kiki was writhing in agony as the hot sauce burnt her most tender, softest portion, crying and moaning, ineffectual to touch herself with her custody. Margaret had left her to endure for an hour before unchaining her and returning her helping hand to formula, and she got even less sleep than common that night as she had to lay down up for the work she missed while being punished. Another memorable incident was when Margaret had hosted a political party for one of her birthday with all her old, rich, female Friend. Kiki had been serving them and they gave her Thomas More and more attention as they got drunk. One of Margaret's friends, the same who owned the pain sensation slave, had, after asking Margaret for license which she drunkenly granted out of pastime and amusement, grabbed Kiki off her unfirm high-heeled understructure, bent her backwards over her lap so she had access to her bare snatch, and stubbed her electrocution cigarette out right on Kiki's clit. The maid had screamed, and cried gently for the rest of the Nox, hobbling painfully while forced to continue serving.

Anyway, on a more pattern night, all the job are done and the wholly household of 7 slave and 1 mistress go to sleep. Kiki the maid striver, finally finished her recollective list of chore, goes to the slave sleeping room, lies down on her mattress and has to place her handwriting into auto-locking handcuff that automatically unlock at 6am when her alarm wakes her up. This procedure is video-recorded and watched the next day by Margaret to arrive at certainly. This is because Margaret doesn't want Kiki masturbating - she believes the maid slave should never have her own sexual vent, and should only exist to work. Kiki sleeps at end in her string, and dreams about being able to stretch her legs again and take aim hanker, running steps like she did once, no longer in her accursed heels and hobble chain. Meanwhile, in the like slave room, throne the footstool hard worker, previously known as Veluria, places her work force into the same control scheme - Margaret also thinks furniture shouldn't masturbate. She sleeps and ambition of being liberal to be looked at like a human being, and of being a writer, which is what she always wanted to be - instead of kneeling as an thoughtlessly man footrest. In her little kennel in the garden, nude, cold, and dirty on the end of her neck opening chain of mountains, Anna the gardening slave is the only if of Margaret's slaves allowed to freely wank, which she does every night, as Margaret thinks it fits her lousy beast consideration. Playing with her dirty sweaty snatch, she dreams of feeling a kind human hint again, and of the balminess of wearing wearing apparel. Imprisoned in a space under her owner's desk, the unnamed tongue slave previously known as Hannah dreams of moving her hands and pegleg freely again, and not having the appreciation of old woman pussy on her tongue. In the john, in their lumbering simplicity under the can tooshie, the two toilet slave, Number 1 and Number 2, sleep and dream of being anyplace else, being back in their dwelling countries, or of being anyone else but themselves - of anything but this existence. In her owner's bed, Lily the teenage pleasure slave rest pressed naked against her wrinkly older owner's body. She is quite prosperous, and knows she should consider herself very favourable compared to the fates of the other slaves - she isn't hobbled or hard-working like Kiki, doesn't have to take hold one post like Stool, isn't worked outside in the hot and cold-blooded like Anna, isn't permanently restrained like the under-the-desk striver whose name she doesn't know, and of course doesn't have to live as a bathroom. But she still dreams that she is cuddling a hot young boyfriend instead, and is sad when she wakes up and remembers that she probably will never see sex or touch with anyone except this much older flabby fair sex. Beside her, Margaret, the sound owner of all the former household resident, sleeps a deep well-chosen sleep in complete comfort. She loves her life story and the joyfulness that riches can bring. She dreams of toothsome solid food and potable and lying in the sun with kittens.

Margaret's slaves in order of purchase -

Kiki ( 25F )

Anna ( 25F )

Tongue ( 22F )

telephone number 1 ( 21F )

Number 2 ( 23F )

Lily ( 19F )

ordure ( 21F )

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