A Slave Does His Duty - Part 2

Immediately, I dropped the manacles, grabbed her wrists with my left hand and her right nipple between my right thumb and index finger. As I had been instructed, I pinched, twisted and pulled her nipple up. Hard. Very, very hard. She screamed, first from surprise and then louder from the pain. I waited until she stopped, then continued pulling up until she went up on her tiptoes. Several more squeals followed, and I waited for them to stop as well. Then in a firm voice I said, "Please obey my instructions exactly, as they come from our Master. Do you understand, yes or no?"

This time the answer was an immediate, and very loud, "Yes!".

I continued, "You were told not to speak unless you were instructed to. Do not speak again out of turn or the next punishment will be more severe. Do you understand, yes or no?"

Again, immediately and very loudly, "Yes, yes, yes!" Technically, that was another violation, but understandable as it must have felt to her like I was about to rip her nipple off her body, so I let that one go as well. I let go of her nipple and she put her feet back flat on the floor. To her credit, she kept her mouth shut and didn't try to move at all; she whimpered slightly, but I figured that was not the same as speaking.

Then in her ear, quietly so only she could hear, I said, "I hope you do fuck up again, because I will enjoy punishing you and hurting you again, very much, you fucking cunt."

She gasped, and her breathing became very fast and ragged. Almost all I ever said to her was "yes Miss", so the fact that I was speaking in complete sentences was already highly irregular. Obviously, it was not my place to discuss punishing her or inflicting pain on her, much less enjoying it. These are things she did to me, not the other way around. And to call her a cunt...if I dared that at any other time, I can't even imagine the punishment that would result. It would be unimaginable for me to call her that. And yet here I was, calling her a cunt and acting like I was in charge.

I think that was when it started to sink in for her that something was very, very wrong.

I picked up the manacles again and locked one of the cuffs around each wrist, then one around each ankle. I then walked across the room and gave the keys to one of the men, being sure that fuckdoll saw what I was doing. As I walked back towards her, her eyes were wide with panic and everything about her was trying to telegraph "Please tell me what is going on." But she made no sound. Good girl...for the moment.

I returned to where I had been kneeling and picked up the next item, which was the head harness. I returned and stood in front of her. "Open your mouth," I said. I was done pretending to be polite. I saw her eyes had started to well up and she was about to cry, but I ignored this. Slowly she parted her lips, and as soon as there was room, I jammed the gag deep into her mouth. She grunted but didn't try to speak. I wrapped the straps around her head and moved around behind her. It was a complicated rig, with straps under her chin, around her neck and head and from the gag up over the top of her head, joining the others in back. I fastened each strap, pulling each very tightly. Not enough to injure her, but just one notch short of that. There were five locks needed to secure all the straps. I retrieved five small padlocks and clicked them all closed, then delivered those keys to the man. After which I returned and stood in front of fuckdoll.

"Kneel," I said to her. Now crying openly, but for the moment silently, she did as she was told. I got down on one knee in front of her and started to explain things.

"I know you're scared, and I know you're confused. You don't know why you're naked. You don't know why you're in chains. You don't know why you're gagged. You don't know why I'm giving you orders and talking to you like I am. You don't know who those men are " at which she involuntarily looked over at them, "And you don't know why I'm uncaged." Her eyes then flashed down to my cock, which was free and fully erect. There was so much going on, she hadn't noticed that detail.

She let out a cry through her gag; it didn't sound like a word, but I wanted to be sure. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head up so she was looking into my eyes. "Are you trying to say something, honey?" I asked sweetly. Barely keeping her composure, breathing deep and fast, she shook her head quickly from side to side. More times than were necessary to answer the questions, but she was clearly scared shitless by this time. Which was the idea.

I let her chin go and continued. "OK then. It happens that all your questions have the same answer." After a pause for dramatic effect, I made the big reveal: "You have been sold."

Her eyes got even wider, which I wouldn't have thought possible, she straightened up as much as possible in her position and condition and started yelling something at me through the gag. I couldn't understand the words, but it was clearly meant to be speech. Without hesitating, I slapped her across the face with my right hand as hard as I could, which was another option my Master had given me to deal with disobedience. I hit her hard enough that it knocked her down to the floor, landing on her side and then rolling over onto her stomach. I was surprised that I had reacted so quickly, without really thinking about it. It just sort of happened, and then I was looking at my wife sprawled out on the floor. Part of me felt bad for her, and part of me regretted hitting her so hard. But most of me knew she was getting what she deserved.

She cried out again and then started sobbing, I suspect as much from what she'd just been told as from the pain. I waited a moment and then went to her, rolling her back onto her side. I grabbed one of her nipples with each hand and, squeezing very hard, started to lift her up by them. She yelled loudly but had no choice but to try to struggle back to her knees (other than, I suppose, losing her nipples). Eventually she made it, but I didn't let go. I leaned in close to her face and said "You don't get to ask any questions. You don't get to object. This is not a conversation, and you don't deserve any explanation. My job is to tell you what is going to happen to you. Your job is to hear this, and then to experience those things. Nobody gives a fuck what you think about it. You're not supposed to like it. You're a slave, and you've been sold like one."

I finally let go of her nipples and she squealed again when they were released. She was truly starting to look pathetic now. Her nipples were scarlet red, as was the left side of her face. She was sobbing and drooling and snot was flowing out of her nose. And there was the nudity and the bondage, of course. None of which had been part of her experience in this house, as I was about to point out to her.

"Actually, you have not really been a slave. Technically, yes, you were collared by our Master, but He has not treated you like a slave. More like a comfortably pampered sex toy, with free run of the house and leave to treat me however you wanted. I have been a slave. I'm the one kept naked, made to serve anyone and everyone at all times, fucked on demand but without being allowed any release of my own. Sleeping in a cage. Not free to speak other than "Yes, Master" or "Yes, Miss". That's real slavery, cunt. You haven't experienced anything like that. But you're about to."

I moved around behind her and held her head with both my hands, making sure she was looking directly at the two strange men, who had not moved from their chairs through all of this. Into her ear I said, "In a few minutes, those men are going to take you from here to your new life with your new owner. You will not know where you are, you will never come back here, and you will never see Master or Carolyn or me ever again."

OK, so...back to that decision I referred to earlier. I was asked which of the girls I would prefer to see sold off. Master told me to ask whatever questions I wanted to before making a choice, and said that I would not be punished at all for any question or for my answer. My first question was whether the girl who was sold would be going to a good place or a bad place. The answer was, to a very bad place. My second question was if I would ever see her again, and the answer was no. My third question was whether she would ever see the other girl again, and again the answer was no. My fourth question was why a girl needed to be sold in the first place. My Master explained that He was making arrangements to bring another new girl into the household, and He felt that five would be too large a family for Him to pay enough attention to everyone as He should, so He wanted to keep it at four. Also, now that He had owned fuckdoll and jiggletits for several years, He was ready for a bit of change. Neither girl had displeased Him at all, but He felt that the household had settled into too much routine lately, so He wanted to spice it up again, and bringing in a new girl would do that very quickly. My next question was why I was not the one being sold. The answer was that I was the one who did all the work and kept the household clean and running; somebody needed to do all that, and it was easier to keep me in my place rather than try to demote one of the girls into that position and train her for a role she was not expecting to ever be in, which may or may not work out. Then I asked if I could know anything about the new girl, but was told no, that wasn't my business other than obviously she would be superior to me in the household.

At that point I was out of questions, and my Master told me I had five minutes to make up my mind and explain my choice.

Author: a_very_loyal_slave