(fetish, slavery, modification, consensual) A sex slave’s owners

By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them find out the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous part of Slave Trade, first.

It was a bright and shiny Monday morning, nothing unusual for Paradise Isle, but a very special day for Michelle.

Today slave Michelle would meet her new owners. It bothered her that she knew nothing about them, other than that they’d been thoroughly vetted by the business and that they were obviously rich. She’d have the next three years to learn all about them. Every intimate little detail, she was sure.

Kevin got her up and made sure she was ready, before taking her out to breakfast.

She kept telling herself it wasn’t a last meal before her personal Armageddon, and she believed that, for the most part.

Even Kevin had turned all company. He was no longer her short-term lover, now he was strictly her handler. The change made her even more nervous.

After the meal, back in her suite, she touched up her makeup and packed up her meager belongings.

Then they sat down to wait for the appointed hour.

“Your things will be shipped back to your storage facility.” Kevin told her.

“I didn’t bring much.” She said, chuckling. The clothes she’d worn down wouldn’t fit her new shape, in any case.

“Your owners will provide everything you need. Your personal identification, the contents of your wallet, etc. are secured in this strong-box for safekeeping until they’re needed. That may not be until your release three years from now.” Kevin explained.

“Can you tell me about them, now? Please?” she asked. She was dying of curiosity. Since she would be their slave for the next three years, she wanted to know everything about them.

“Alright, I can tell you this much. Their names are Helmut and Anna, and they live in Brazil, but they’re apparently of German descent. There are a lot of expat Germans living in Brazil, you know. There are actually entire towns that are full of the descendants of German immigrants from the eighteen-hundreds.”

“I didn’t know. But it’s interesting,” she said, trying to wrap her head around it all, Brazil, Germans, Helmut and Anna…

“They checked out perfectly. No legal or behavioral issues. And, of course, they’re very wealthy. He owns some high-tech company.

“In fact, they’re here on their yacht. They’ll take you home on a luxurious cruise, down the coast.”

“Hmmm.” She muttered.

“They have a suite here at the resort, that’s where you’ll meet, and I find out that you’ll be staying here for a week or so, before you’ll all be sailing off.”

“Sailing?”

“Yes. On their yacht.”

“What else?” she asked after a few minutes lost in thought.

“Nothing. That’s enough for now; we’ll be leaving in a few minutes.”

Michelle sat quietly, staring out the wide patio door at the clouds, passing by, until it was time to leave.

A few minutes before ten, Kevin stood up, and Michelle did too.

He smiled at her, “You look gorgeous, and sexy. You’ll make a perfect slave girl, I’m certain.”

“Thank you, Master,” she said with a chuckle. “And Kevin, thank you for taking such good care of me. You made this whole thing much more palatable.” And she stepped up and hugged and kissed him.

And they enjoyed that for a couple minutes, until he broke it off and took a half-step back. As he did, he reached out and held her nipple rings, one in each hand. “Michelle, I’ve enjoyed you immensely. You’re a wonderful girl. I hope this all goes well for you. And if I’m still around when it’s all over, I’d love to see you again.”

“I’d like that too.”

He smiled, and then released his hold. He then grabbed the leash and smoothly clipped it to her collar, to lead her out to the next phase of her life.

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As they approached the door to Suite 12G, Michelle tried to be confident, she told herself that she was as ready as any slave girl could be to meet her owners for the first time. And that made her chuckle. How often do slave girls meet their owners, these days?

When the door opened to Kevin’s knock, she got her first look at her Master, and her immediate impression was a positive one. He didn’t look like a monster. Not even like a slave owner.

He, Helmut, was good looking, an older guy, probably fifty. His looks were rugged, manly and he looked in pretty good shape too.

And standing just behind him, inside the room was Anna, her Mistress. She was pretty, and younger, perhaps forty. Shapely for a woman that age. Michelle wondered if she had children.

They were both very German looking, Nordic, with blonde hair and blue eyes. And from their expressions they both seemed happy with her.

The three of them chatted amicably for several minutes, while she just stood quietly, listening but not inclined to participate. She was, after all a slave girl, and she didn’t yet know how her new owners would want her to behave in their presence. She’d thought about that a lot, over the months. How would she need to act? What would she be expected to do, besides sex? Would she even be allowed to talk, or eat or drink when she was in their presence?

All things she’d have to learn.

She supposed that no two slave owners were alike…

Eventually, Kevin provided a document for Helmut to sign, acknowledging his satisfaction at the receipt of his slave.

That event, above all others, seemed to settle Michell’s fate, and it frightened her.

Then, in his role as slave trader, Kevin made a point of showing her off, her beautiful face, wonderful body, and all of her decorations. He had her pose, and twirl, smile prettily and greet them.

As he’d coached her on the way over, with her eyes down she had said, “hello Master, Mistress, it will be my pleasure to serve you.” It sounded awfully hackneyed to her, but it was appropriate.

“I hope she is what you expected? If not, I’m sure the Mancipium Association will make corrections.” Kevin asked after she’d delivered her line.

“She’s gorgeous.” Anna said, pleasantly.

“Yes, I think she’ll do just fine.” Helmut added. And as he was wearing only his swim suit, Michelle could see that his cock was certainly pleased. “Guten tag, Michelle. We are pleased to meet you, and expect to enjoy having you with us.”

Anna stepped back and pointed Michelle toward the end of the bed, “Yes, please, come in and have a seat. We have a lot to discuss, and we need to get to know you.” She then sat down in one of the two chairs in the room.

As Michelle sat prettily on the edge of the mattress, Helmut turned to Kevin. “Thank you, Herr Biden, I believe everything is in order. Unless there is more paperwork, you may go.”

Kevin nodded, “No, Sir. Everything is complete. Here are her documents.” He replied, as he handed over the packet, and the end of the leash, before heading out the door.

Anna frowned and stood up to reach over and unhook the leash from Michell’s collar. She mumbled, “we won’t need that.” As she returned to her seat.

After closing the door, Helmut turned back to them, “Not for now, anyway. But here the rules dictate that she cannot go out off-leash.”

He then sat down in the other chair, next to his wife, facing his new slave girl.

Michelle sensed from his expression that he was fascinated, and excited by his new property. She couldn’t really blame him. Who wouldn’t be? She wondered when he’d get around to screwing her.

“Michelle, or English is pretty good, but you’ll need to learn German and Portuguese, too.” Anna said, and she seemed both friendly and kind. But she too must be excited, Michelle figured.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, but they will have to wait, while we explain to you what we expect of you. While we do, perhaps some of your questions will be answered.” Helmut explained.

Helmut and Anna then proceeded to tell her how they expected her to behave and what she’d be required to do to keep them satisfied and happy.

Apparently, she was to be, primarily, his play thing. She’d first of all be at his beck and call for sex or simply companionship.

Anna might utilize her for similar duties, but only when her husband had no use for her.

“At least that’s our intent. Things may change a bit. We cannot be certain.”

Michelle wasn’t expected to service anyone else in the household, in fact it was forbidden. She might be asked to provide sexual favors for friends or valued guests, but only when instructed to do so by her owners.

They discussed their household staff for a few minutes. Letting her know that they were to be respected, but not serviced. That was a relief.

Then they covered their three children. All young adults, still living at home.

Their oldest son, Klaus, was 21, their middle child also a boy, Jurgen was 19 and their youngest, a girl. was 17. Ella was still in high school while the two boys were in college, but all were still living at home.

They were expected to get permission before asking her for services. Otherwise, they were to be treated like everyone else in the household; with friendly respect, but no gratuitous sex.

Michelle, relieved by what she’d heard, simply nodded and contributed a ‘yes, Master’ or ‘yes, Mistress,’ as appropriate.

Anna also made it clear that if anyone mistreated her, in any way, she was to inform them immediately. “And I mean anyone, and anything, clear?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Anna, cringed a bit at that. “I’m not sure I like being called ‘Mistress’. To me it sounds old-fashioned, or as if I am some kind of dominatrix. I don’t consider myself either old or dominant. So please call me simply Miss, or Anna.”

Helmut, shook his head and interrupted before Michelle could acknowledge her mistress. “Are you sure my love?”

“Yes”

“Alright, but Michelle, I would prefer you call me ‘Master’. To me it sounds more appropriate.”

“And while we’re on the topic, you can address the staff by their given names, but anyone else as Mister of Miss.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Excellent. And as you learn, you can substitute the Portuguese or German equivalents.”

Helmut then resumed describing his expectations. He drew a frown from his wife, when he told her that she would answer to either Michelle, ‘slave’, or ‘Sklaven’. And as he spoke, he stared meaningfully at her tattooed crotch.

“I’ll just call you Michelle.” Anna said, indignantly “and I’ll instruct the staff to do the same.”

Apparently, Anna didn’t approve of the whole Sklaven, thing.

The rules continued, and Michelle was relieved as none of them were a big surprise. She would be kept naked at all times, the local temperatures would allow for that, especially as she’d be in the Villa most of the time. The staff had all been prepared, and warned about the new resident. Apparently, their home was huge, and had an indoor staff of around a dozen, and probably twice that number working the outdoors.

Clothes, as needed, would be provided for when she accompanies them off the grounds.

“Michelle, let me assure you that I am not a violent man. Not a sadist, and I intend to treat you with respect. I will, however punish you if you misbehave. And, of course, if you should ever run away, you won’t receive your money.” Helmut said, earnestly. And she believed him.

“And, you’ll discover yourself alone, with no documents and no money.” Anna added, unnecessarily.

Anna, took over the briefing for a while.

“It may appear that you’ll spend all of your time either lounging around the house, bored, or in bed with my Helmut. But you may be surprised. If we get along, I just may have you accompany me out on errands, shopping, or just to visit favorite restaurants or venues around town. I do tend to stay busy, and I cannot at all times discover someone to keep me business. I used to spend most of my time with the children, but now that they’ve grown, they’re too busy to hang around with me.”

“That sounds like fun, Miss.” Michelle got the impression that the more they talked, the more Anna was warming up to her. Contrary to what they’d told her earlier, perhaps she’d be more of a companion to her mistress. Interesting.

“Good,” the woman replied. But then Anna’s expression changed. She became much more serious. “And one more thing. I want you to find out. You are, to some extent a gift for my husband. You see, his sex drive remains strong, while, although I love him with all my heart, my own desire for sex has waned. You are here to give him the pleasure that he desires.”

Michelle was a little confused by the redirection, but she was also relieved, even pleased to know that was her mission. It was as simple as that. “I’ll be happy to satisfy the Master’s needs. Thank you for explaining that aspect of my mission. It is what I have been trained for.”

Anna chuckled, “I’m sure.”

Then she looked over at her husband. “I think, I’m done for now. I believe I’ll go out and examine the merchandise in the resort’s store. There are several things I need. I’ll be back in an hour, or so.”

The woman then stood up, bent to give him a kiss and then casually walked out the door, without looking back.

Michelle was impressed. Her mistress, was a very understanding wife. And looking at her Master, she knew what was next, so she took matters into her own hands.

She slid off the bed and onto the floor and then crawled over to kneel in front of him.

“How may I serve you, Master?” she asked, demurely, as she looked up at him. She could tell by the bulge in his shorts, what he wanted.

He smiled down at her. “Well, my dear, let’s move to the bed, so you can show me what a good girl you are.”

He held out his hand and helped her to stand, then he stood and led her to the edge of the bed.

There, she took it upon herself to again kneel as she slid his swim suit carefully over his cock, and down his legs. Once he’d stepped out of the things, she tossed them aside and then ran her hands up to his thighs, before leaning up and kissing the tip of his hard cock. It was a nicely normal one, not too big and not too small.

He shuddered, as she took the tip in between her lips and ran her tongue and its attachments around its length.

She kept it up for several minutes, until he groaned, and interrupted her. He gently hooked his fingers through her hoop earrings, and pulled her off his cock and up onto her feet.

“Come, I want to fuck you.”

He then shifted his hold to the rings in her nipples, as he maneuvered her around until her back was to the bed, and then pushed her to lay down on the mattress, positioned flat on her back.

As she moved, a couple of times his grip hurt her nipples, but she didn’t let on. She didn’t want to do anything to discourage or upset him. She was surprised that she was actually excited, now she was a very real sex slave.

He actually giggled as he steered her by his hold, into a place in the middle of the mattress, right where he wanted her. Then he climbed on top. He only released his grip on her rings when he slid in between her legs, and laid down covering her.

For a short minute he kissed her. Of course, her nose ring was pressed between their upper lips, and that seemed to upset him. He pulled back and tried a couple of times to work around it, but he couldn’t find a position where the thing wasn’t in the way. At least, by his standards. Michelle was used to the thing, and Kevin had seemed to enjoy it.

Not Helmut.

She did her best to engage him and she kissed him back, he did seem to appreciate that. And when she pushed her tongue into his mouth, she could feel him exploring the studs of her piercings.

But after only a moment of that, he broke off, and slid down to sample her nipples.

But she only felt him there, for a moment. His breath and his wet tongue did tickle her, a little.

When she glanced down, he had lifted his head and was fingering her rings and the cuffs and shields that covered most of the tips of her breasts. And he was frowning. He seemed displeased with her decorations. That was odd, he requested them.

She was still wondering about that, when he slid further down her body until he was positioned above her pussy. Again, he simply fingered her decorations, pulling gently on her rings and chains.

Finally, he simply grunted, and began crawling back up to face her. Positioning himself for sex.

Well, here it comes, she thought, simple missionary position sex.

Propping himself up on his hands, arms outstretched, he began poking at her pussy with his hard cock. Looking at him, he seemed ready and excited, but after only a few minutes his expression changed to one of frustration. He grumbled and then lowered himself onto one elbow while he used his other arm and hand to try and guide his cock through the forest of chains that covered her sex.

After he’d fumbled around for a couple minutes, she ran her hands down his sides, and whispered, “let me.”

And then she reached in between her legs and separated her chains to hold them off to the sides, against her spread thighs. Then she whispered, “now, Master.”

He sighed as he pushed past her hands and into her. Only then did he resume his position, propped on both arms over her.

She was relieved that because of her inexplicable level of arousal, she was wet enough that he had no trouble entering her.

From that point on she did her best to keep up with him as he furiously pumped his cock into her. The man was very anxious to get off, and with only a little help from her, he quickly came, filling her with his sperm.

Well, that was easy, she said to herself. And despite her best efforts, she chuckled at the thought.

He himself, chuckled. “Good, eh?”

“Yes, Master.” She said softly, playing her part. She hadn’t come anywhere close to an orgasm.

He smiled, and leaned down to kiss her, but once again he fumbled a bit with her nose ring, trying to work his lips past the obstruction.

She almost giggled, but maintained control of herself.

He did succeed, sort of, in kissing her, and she kissed him back, doing her best to show some passion. But it only lasted for a few short seconds.

Then he simply collapsed onto her, to catch his breath and calm down.

When he was ready, he rolled off and laid on his back, next to her.

He didn’t say or do anything, just laid there staring up at the ceiling.

After a while Michelle decided that it just might be a good time. “If my decorations displease you, Master. You can have them removed.” She said, doing her best to hide how hopeful she was.

“No. I cannot,” he mumbled.

“They could adjust them right here at the resort,” she added, trying again.

“No!” he replied, angrily.

Michelle backed off quickly. Not sure why he was so adamant. If as she suspected, he found the things so distasteful, he was entitled to have them changed. He was her owner, after all.

Finally, he climbed out of bed and used the bathroom, and when he came out, Michelle took her turn, to wash up.

When Anna returned, Helmut was lying in the bed, peacefully, contentedly, while Michelle was seated in one of the chairs.

Anna began talking to her husband in German, and a few minutes later, she turned to Michelle and asked her to step out onto the patio, and sit there. “Enjoy the views, work on your tan.” She added as Michelle got up and headed for the patio doors.

Outside she took up position on one of the comfortable lounge chairs. The sun felt good, and she just closed her eyes and laid there. The life of a slave girl wasn’t bad, so far anyway.

After a few minutes though, she heard her Master and Miss Anna arguing inside the suite. Of course, she couldn’t find out what they were saying, it was all in German. She was surprised that Anna was doing most of the talking, and from her tone she was winning.