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In between serving as cable slave I did have some sort of normal life. I knew that he could watch me all of the time and I got used to the idea that I might be on TV when I showered or went to pee. It was quite a sexy feeling; kind of performing all the time. I think I got a little obsessed with it. I bought a couple of Go Pro cameras and set them up so I was recording myself a lot of the day. That sounds daft when the cable guy must have it all but he didn’t play tapes back to me very often. I got quite good at playing through tapes at high speed and still getting an idea of how I looked. It made me keep myself in shape. I exercised and did yoga and stuff, almost always naked so I reckon cable guy got his money’s worth and I improved my posture and movement.

I was able to leave the house. I had to shop or hubby and I would have starved. Sometimes if I was gone a long time the cable guy would complain, but mostly if I felt like an hour out of the house there was no problem. I figured out when the peak viewing times were; I guess I was no different from those cam girls you see on the web; except maybe I was kind of more extreme some of the time.

Of course I had to dress they way he liked even when I did go out; otherwise he’d complain and find some way to punish me. I was always wearing short skirts and no panties and some times with a butt plug or other excitement but at least I got out enough to stay sane.

It was one of those trips when I saw the woman who I had seen performing right back when all this started. I think of her as the one with the vacuum cleaner but obviously when I saw her in the supermarket she was minus the appliance. I thought I might never get the chance again, so I waited until I saw her heading out and then stopped her in the car park. It was a bit awkward but it didn't take me long to explain that we were both slaves to the same guy. She looked at me; skirt way too short and all that and grinned. We might as well have been sisters from what we were wearing.

She loaded her bags into the trunk of the car and then turned around and flicked the front of my skirt up, there was my shaved pussy, she just grinned.

“OK I believe you, do you want to talk?”

What a relief, someone who knew all about it, who was in the same boat. I sat in her car for a few minutes and it all flooded out. She was as conflicted as I had been; maybe even more so. She loved what it did to her but she was even more worried than me about what would happen if her husband found out. She was convinced he would throw her out.

I guess the cable guy was good at spotting something about us slaves. I don't think all women want to be slaves but some do. Not just women I think because some men are the same. Most potential slaves don’t get dragged into an arrangement like ours; so being able to talk to another woman in the same boat was brilliant.

After a while she said she had to get back or she would be missed and I had to do the same but we agreed that we would shop at the same time the next week. That went on for a few weeks and then I got a shock

“I think he's guessed. It was a bad idea coming at the same time he thinks I’m seeing someone. I said it was a woman not a man and he says I have to bring you back to my place. If I don't he will blow my cover and it’s all over.”

I was in a state of shock

“You mean right now, come back with you now?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath. This was big stuff because he was bound to recognise me. In a way that was good because I wouldn’t get punished for being late, but I might get the same or worse for being at her house. I have to say that I wasn’t put off by that; really it just added to the excitement. I was totally curious about what would he do with two slaves that were working together. In two seconds all the things that Jenny might do to me ran through my head.

My thoughts came out without thinking.

“What if he makes us do things to each other.”

“You mean like whipping and fucking and such. We'll just have to do it, she said.”

“We'll have to do it properly, he will be able to tell if we are skimping and being gentle because he will be able to tell how long the marks last.”

She nodded.

“Come to my car, we can leave yours here and I'll bring you back here afterwards, whatever happens.”

We walked over to her car; it was parked a way across the lot away from the others near some trees. I should have guessed but I wasn't ready for what happened next. Out of sight of everyone Jenny pulled me towards her and kissed me and as she did her hand went up my dress and her fingers were in my crack before I had caught breath.

She pulled away and grinned.

“I thought I'd play with you while I had the chance.”

I grinned back and pulled her in again. This time my fingers were into her at the same time. I had not done that to a woman without being told to ever before, but Jenny and I had some sort of instant bond so I wanted to make sure she understood. We’d both been trained too. I had a feeling we were going to share a lot of other bonds before long.

She opened the trunk of the car and turned to me

“Dress off and in you go.”

I must have looked stunned.

“Jenny, I hardly know you. It’s not safe doing that. Were you told to?”

“No,” she said. “I wanted to give those perverts a surprise when I opened the trunk.”

“They’ll be shocked anyway.”

“Could you put the collar and cuffs on?”

That seemed harmless enough so I picked up the familiar slave gear and buckled up. She got me into the front seat and strapped me in like a regular passenger except my skirt was around my waist and my hands were chained together. Then she opened my blouse and a put a hood over my face.

Is she paranoid or just inventive? I thought. Obviously she want’s to keep her home a secret.

We drove in silence for a while and visions of being abducted into slavery spun through my head a few times and then I felt the car slow down and pull into a drive way. Was she going to get me out in broad daylight trussed up like this; I wouldn't be able to walk very fast. I imagined being led down the road hobbled and half naked.

I guess my imagination is too wild because nothing like that happened to me. When she took my hood off we were in her garage and she was already naked and collared and cuffed like me. My blouse and skirt lasted about ten seconds once I was out of the car. She clipped a lead to my collar and led me in to the house until she had me in front of the camera. She had her phone on speaker.

“So the cable slut has made friends with another slut. How nice, two of a kind. Stand there while Jenny gets some toys. Jenny go upstairs for some instructions and cut off this phone while you are out.”

Jenny hobbled my ankles and disappeared and I was left standing there naked in a strange house. I wasn't sure where all the cameras might be but I could see one so I faced towards that. Jenny came back in a few minutes and put the phone back on speaker. Without waiting for any instructions she attached a nipple clamp on a chain to each of my breasts and my clit and then attached herself to the other end of the chains in the same way.

I heard the voice again.

“Good,” and then it went silent. He just left us like that for half an hour. Jenny couldn’t resist the urge to play. She started pulling back a bit, making the chain tighter and then rocking to and fro so she was just tugging on my clit. Not hard, just enough for me to feel; and I could see her grinning at me as she kept nudging away. She started gyrating a bit so she could pull on my nipples in the same way.

Obviously every tug on me was a tug on her as well, but she knew exactly what she was doing. I guess I could have done the same but I was feeling very passive and enjoying what was happening. I was in her house, nervous, and not sure what was going to happen next. I don’t think I dared do anything and it was fun waiting to see what she was going to do. It was a blast and in a while both of us were giggling and I was getting hotter and hotter. I was really hoping that the cable guy would set Jenny loose on me in some new way so I could find out just what she might do.

It moved into the next gear when Jenny decided to kiss me and play with my tits. I guess the cable guy decided that was too much and he had better get back in charge.

“Leave the clamps on her and go get the vacuum cleaner.”

I shuddered a bit when I remembered what I had seen Jenny doing with the cleaner the first time I had seen her on the TV. I felt even more weird when I saw the cleaner. It was an old fashioned upright but the top of the handle had a butt plug taped on it. It was obvious where that was going.

The cable guy gave Jenny her instructions. She got some talcum powder and scattered it on the carpet so there was this big area covered in a fine white powder. After that it was all easy enough. The plug went up my butt and Jenny lined me up, still hobbled, but pulling the machine so that I could clean up the powder.

She turned on the motor and I exploded. It was a really old cleaner and it vibrated like I don’t know what. All my rear end was shaking. I tried to pull forward but it was so hard to hold myself tight enough to keep the plug in and pull the cleaner along. The thing wanted to go the other way and I felt myself being pulled backwards. I was just about managing to hold it when Jenny disappeared and came back with a whip. The first whack on my ass made me jump and the plug pulled out and I fell flat on my face with the cleaner whizzing off and hitting the wall. It was a wild feeling, I’ve never had a surge like that, it almost made me cum there and then. I started to get up and the cable guy said

“Stay on your knees slut.”

I felt like a dog as the plug went back in only this time Jenny ran a piece of duct tape up the handle and over my back just to hold it in a bit more firmly. The motor started up again and my back end came alive. This time it was a bit easier to move the thing, partly it was me managing to hold it tighter, partly it was the tape taking some of the strain and partly it was Jenny whipping me to encourage me along. I dragged the thing across the floor and cleared a strip. It was satisfying to look over my shoulder and see the patch of white power with a clear swathe through the middle.

Turning around was a new problem; it meant that I had to pull the thing sideways and that started doing things to my hole that had never happened before. You have to remember that it was vibrating really hard and coarse; much more active than a normal vibrator. I eventually got it around and started to drag it across the room again. I was sweating and worried that it would make the tape come loose and pull on my butt even more. I thought maybe I should go as fast as I could to try and get it all done. I made it across the room but I collapsed at the end. Jenny came back with a cold towel and slapped it across my back, wow! It cooled me down but it was a shock. I got up and dragged the thing around ready to do another track.

“OK slut on your feet this time.” I staggered up, I can tell you that was really hard, remember my hands were still cuffed behind my back. It’s not too hard to get up off your knees with your hands tied behind you and of course I had had some practice one way or another, but doing it with a vacuum cleaner up your ass is another story. I made it back onto my feet, but I’m not sure how.

I started out to clean the next piece of carpet and of course it was different again. The tape was holding the plug in me okay; well that and my muscles clenching as hard as they could, but the pull was different. When I was kneeling and leaning forwards it was sort of pulling downwards, out of me but when I was standing it was being twisted backwards. I leaned forwards to try and get it at a better angle and the cable guy’s voice cut in.

“Stand up straight, Jenny whip her tits if she bends.”

The angle of the thing was awful, I could feel it pushing forward against my womb, bending me inside. My run across the carpet was slow but I kept upright because I could see the glint in Jenny’s eyes; if I leaned forward my tits were for it. It was better to put up with her whipping my butt to speed me up than have her carving up my tits.

I could see the clean area and worked out that it was going to need two more runs at least to get it all done. I thought maybe I could cheat a bit. The thing wanted to drag me backwards so as soon as I got to the far side instead of turning around I just moved a bit across and zoomed across the room arse first. It was much quicker. I figured I could get to the other side before he could tell Jenny what to do to and I was right. I heard him yell stop but I just kept going and cleared another stripe.

“It ran away with me, I’m getting tired and I can’t hold it I said.” as I let it run into the wall to give me a rest.

“One more run and you have finished,” was all the sympathy I got. Jenny was back whacking my behind again so I set off for my last sweep across the carpet and eventually made it to the far side. My insides were jelly by the time I had got there and I just let go running backwards across the room and letting it crunch into the wall. I was a bit stupid doing that and didn’t really figure out when it was going to stop moving so as it hit the wall I impaled myself on it really hard. I felt the plug wham up into me and all my breath disappeared in one big gasp. I fell over again. Jenny left me there vibrating and almost fell over laughing herself. I guess she was all too well aware of what the machine could do. When I had seen her using it, or being used by it, whatever you want to call it; my memory is that the was more in control than I was.

I didn’t get much of a breather, as soon as she stopped laughing Jenny was on me and pulled the tape loose and pulled the thing out of my ass with what felt to me like a bang. I shuddered all over and was still gasping at what my insides were doing when she shoved the thing, still vibrating up my other hole. I struggled to try and get away from it but with my hands still behind my back there was not a lot I could do. To make sure I couldn’t get away she grabbed one of my legs and held it up in the air. The thing shook the hell out of me and I could feel myself rising towards a climax. She knew what she was doing; I could see it in her eyes. I was going to cum on camera fucking a vacuum cleaner whether I liked it or not.

I didn’t take long and I was over the top but it was too much for me. I felt myself go limp and the bitch grabbed the tape and wound it round my legs sticking the machine to me firmly implanted in me and stuck in place. It was just a matter of time before I came again. I don’t know how she knew that was what would happen but I knew I was in for an exhausting time. How many times was she going to make me cum?

The next thing she did was pick me up from behind. It was quite an effort but she made it easy for herself by jamming the cleaner against the wall and pushing me up. I was really impaled now and she had me up against the wall being vibrated to hell. The bitch taped my ankles to the bottom of the handle then pulled my arms backwards and slid herself between my arms and my back.

My arms were over her shoulders and she grabbed me round the waist and like that she could move me around. Then she vacuumed the floor again using me as a handle for the cleaner. She set about it differently from me, she worked me forwards a foot and then back a foot. Each forward stroke I was being forced down onto the handle and then pulled out a bit as she dragged me backwards. The plug went in and out with each stoke. She knew just what rhythm to use, it was like being slowly fucked, rhythmic, vibrating deep inside and then back and in deep, out and in again; one long shaking fuck. I don't know how many times I came. I was screaming for her to stop and at the same time having the ride of my life on that pole.

In the end I think she got tired and stopped cleaning and slid out from behind me and dropped me back onto the sofa. She looked at me grinning.

“I need a drink,” she said. “Shall I turn you off or leave it till I get back.”

“Please, enough, enough,” I said, but it did me no good, I was left shaking till she came back with the drinks. She unwound the tape pulled the machine out and then cuffed my ankles again. She fed me my drink in sips while she enjoyed hers. I just lay there, totally exhausted.

“Come on' she said, I've got to get you back to the car park and you've got to drive home.”

“Please untie me and let me walk about a bit and get me some coffee or I'll just crash the car.”

I heard the cable guy say, “Go on, she's earned it.'

I sighed with relief and just lay there for a few minutes as Jenny untied me and brought me some sweet coffee. It’s hard to remember the next bit all that clearly but I must have got myself going, I think I had two cups of coffee and she let me put my dress back on and sit in the car properly. It helped me to get myself back in tune with the real world.

By the time we got to the store I could think straight.

“How is this all going to end Jenny? Are we going to be doing this for the rest of our lives?”

“Don’t asks me that,” she said.

“I already did.”

“It scares me, I don’t dare think about it. I know what’ll happen. My husband will find out and he’ll throw me out, like as not with nothing. My worst nightmare is that I’ll be on the street naked in cuffs.”

“The cable guy would rescue you surely.”

“Would they?”

“Well if they wouldn’t then I would. I’ve got some money stashed. Call me and I’d come and get you.”

“What about your husband?”

That kind of put me on the spot. What about hubby? What would he do? One thing for sure, I’d find out. I stuck to my guns. There was no way I would want to abandon a fellow slave.

“He’d have to deal with it or lose me,” I said, trying to sound as firm as I could. That was it though wasn’t it. I don’t think it had crossed my mind until them but I think I’d always known in the back of my mind that one day hubby would find out and he’d have to decide if he wanted me or not.

After she’d gone I went into the store and walked around a bit. I had a milkshake to calm me down some more before I risked getting in the car and then driving home slowly. I was scared there was going to be more slave work to do when I got home. I didn't think there was another ounce of energy left in me. The cable guy was watching for me to arrive but all he had me do was strip and tie myself to the bed spread-eagled on top of the covers to sleep exposed to the camera. I expect they all thought that it was nice to see a slut flat out after fucking the cleaner all afternoon. Maybe they played action replays while I slept; I didn't care what they thought or what they could see. The spread-eagle is easy. I just attached a weight on a short chain to each ankle cuff and dropped them over the side of the bed and then did the same with my wrists. I think I was asleep before the wrist weights hit the floor.

*

Three days later Jenny phoned in a terrible state

“My husband knows.”

I was stunned. I had got so used to this life as a sex slave on TV that the intrusion of real life had almost gone out of my mind.

“How did he find out?”

“Just pure chance, he came home early because they had a power failure at work. He insisted on getting to the bottom of it and ended up talking to the cable guy on the phone. He is going to throw me out.”

“So what will you do?”

“It’s not up to me. He is going to throw me out with nothing and the cable guy will collect me.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s going to chuck me out naked, with no clothes or anything, onto the street, do it on TV for the punters to watch. The cable guy will be there and just grab me and take me away. After that I don’t know. I couldn’t talk to the cable guy. My husband did all the talking and when I asked he just laughed. I’m only managing to talk to you now because he’s in the bath. He’s locked up all my clothes. I’m here naked.”

“If you can phone me surely you can run away. What if I came over?”

“I hid my phone. He’s in the bath. I haven’t got long. There’s nothing you can do. They know who you are. They’d be on to you. If I came to your place they’d get me from there.”

I tried to cheer her up but the more I tried the worse it got. She was convinced that she would be sold off and end up in some whorehouse or sold to some ogre abroad. All her most wild fantasies about sex slaves were in the front of her mind all the time. I was shocked that her husband had decided to do this but she said it was in character. He was just like that as far as she was concerned. Either she was his property or she was sold off, almost like a car that had broken down once or a pet that had bitten its master. Damaged goods to be got rid of.

I think that macho attitude was what she liked about him. Hardly surprising because she was a submissive type. I think my husband might be wild if he found out; after all that’s why I had allowed myself to be blackmailed, but I didn’t think he would do anything that drastic. I thought he would just hold it against me and use it. I would end up as his slave.

The throwing out was scheduled for the next day and I expected it would be on the TV; I wondered if there was some way I could watch. Jenny thought she knew the code number for her channel, she had got it out of a client once so I wrote it down, determined to watch if I could.

I don’t know why I wanted to see. Maybe it was because I really liked her and it might be the last chance I would ever see her. Maybe it was because I didn’t think it could really be true. Maybe because the idea of a naked woman running around the street trying to evade capture was just very sexy and I couldn’t miss it. I tested the code number and sure enough Jenny was there, naked, sitting in one room. I guessed the doors were locked.

The more I thought about it the more I thought I should come clean and tell my husband. If he wanted to throw me out then the cable guy would be likely to pick me up as well. I thought if that happened then maybe I could do some sort of deal with them about Jenny. I did some tidying upstairs and slipped some clothes into a bag, one set for me and another for Jenny. I put my bank cards in there as well. I didn’t want to leave hubby but if it all went south I reckoned I could run. I thought I’d tell him tonight. After that the only other problem was that I didn’t know where Jenny was. Why the hell did she hood me when we drove there?

It was one thing to think about telling hubby but quite another to get up the nerve to do it. I’m not a great believer in alcohol for solving problems but I had a drink myself and brought hubby his favourite whisky. It was early evening when I finally blurted it out. He looked at me a bit strangely then had me tell him everything. It took a while for me to get it all out; I kept breaking down and sobbing all over the place. He listened carefully, waiting while the tears ran down my face, and then reminding me where I had got to and helping me get started again.

I don't think I told him everything but most of it came out, some stuff he made me go over again; dragging the details out of me and asking me how I felt as I performed as a slave. In one sobbing moment I let slip that sometimes I liked it because it was a thrill.

“Did it turn you on? did you get wet?”

I had to admit it. I burst into tears. I thought the sky would fall in but he took it well; too well. He just looked at me and smiled.

“It would make more sense if I could see some of this,” he said. “Why don't go and put your slave kit on, I would understand it better if I could see you dressed like that.”

I ran upstairs. I was so relieved; I’m surprised I didn’t float upstairs without touching the ground. I washed my face, stripped and collared myself. With all the emotions running through me it was a relief to have the collar and cuffs on and be naked. Dressed like that, well more undressed really, there couldn't be any secrets. It didn't feel like he was going to throw me out so maybe he would like it and I could be his slave. I was all over the place still; my heart was pounding and I was all of a flutter but the collar calmed me down. I wanted to be his slave so much. It felt wonderful to come into the room dressed like that and kneel at his feet and hand him the chain which I had fastened to my collar. He listened to the rest of the story; holding my chain and gently stroking my head as I talked. I felt wonderful.

I didn't just tell him about me, I told him about Jenny as well. He listened to her story and especially the bit about her being thrown out and captured. Eventually he stopped me.

“You know it’s quite a story, both of you; you and Jenny. If that cable guy is listening he had better come over; I have some things to say to him.” He got up, lifting me to my feet as he did so and fastened my chain to the ring on the wall light as though he had done it a hundred times. There was something slightly weird about the way he did it, as thought he knew exactly what to do, and yet he had never done it before. I was slightly taken aback but at the same time it was very settling.

“Don’t worry I am not going to throw you out or sell you but I do like the look of you being a slave so you will stay that way from now on.” He poured himself another whisky and gently turned me around and fastened my hands to the wall brackets. I felt as though I was in the hands of a master, it was so calm and assured. Where had he learned this?

He teased my nipples until they were rock hard.

“You respond well to this don’t you, I should have done it before, but I had to be sure.”

What the hell did he mean by that? My head was spinning. Did he know already? Did he buy into the TV thing? Had he watched me? As I tried to get my head around that the door bell rang and he got up to answer it. I was naked, handcuffed and chained to the wall. I must have looked a bit confused and frightened. I was not sure I was ready to be exposed to strangers that I could see. He just looked at me and smiled and went to the front door. I heard voices and then the door opened and he walked back in and I fixed my eyes on the guy who walked in with him. It was the cable guy.

“You were bound to find out sooner or later but much better that you decided that you had to tell me. I guess you are fully trained by now anyway.”

I was just stunned, I could hardly believe my eyes, standing there naked and exposed. One minute I was just getting used to the idea that I might be able to play slave for my husband and the next I was trying to get my head round the idea that he had been in it all along; known from the start, maybe even organised it. All the pieces fell into place, no wonder he had never noticed the whip marks, no wonder he had been away more. He had probably watched the whole thing on TV. I went through every emotion there was in a few minutes but I couldn't avoid the fact that I was standing there naked, chained to the wall with two men calming watching me, drinking whisky and smiling at me.

“You are a slave now,” my husband said. “you've been trained, we know you like it, so relax.”

“What about Jenny,” I said when my brain finally got back in gear.

“I guess she’ll be picked up in the morning.”

“But you can’t kidnap her and sell her. It’s completely illegal. I may be a bit thrown by the last ten minutes.” I took a deep breath. “I don’t want you in jail. I’m happy to be your slave. I’ll even fuck and suck whoever you say, but please stay out of jail.

“What do you suggest?” he said. “Should we bring her over here?”

“Yes,” I said without thinking for a moment.”

“You know,” he said. That’s not a bad idea, she's a good performer and the two of you work well together, I could have two slaves.”

“It’s a pity to lose a good performer,” said the cable guy.

“Yeah, but we have to move on,” said Hubby. “What about we get both of them to the new place and have them work from there?”

“It’s not ready yet. It needs a few more days.”

“Is there somewhere we can keep Jenny?”

“I don’t know what this new place is,” I said, “but you could keep her here. You could collect her and bring her here. She knows I’m in the business. You two keep out of the way until you’re set up with whatever this other place is.”

“That would work,” said Hubby.

“Are you going to keep me chained to the wall, or do I get to find out more about this business?”

“You can stay right where you are for now,” said Hubby, sounding very authoritative. He turned to the cable guy. “What’s left to do?”

“You could live there in a couple of days. The studios, maybe another week.”

“So we’ll keep the girls here till the weekend.”

The cable guy left and Hubby let me down so that we could eat and eventually get to bed. We had a hell of a night because he expected me to really show him what I could do. Until then I’d been kind of careful when he was at home because I didn’t want him to be curious about my new sex drive. Now he knew there were no excuses and I had to perform.

In the morning Jenny was thrown out of the house as expected and we had a van there ready to collect her. Hubby backed it into their drive — he knew the address, surprise, surprise. I was in the back of the van, naked and chained up and gagged so I couldn’t talk to her. She was shocked to see me.

“They’ve got you as well.”

After that she went into her shell. She sat there, silent, buried in her own thoughts. The hell with what hubby said, I thought. I’m not exploiting this woman any more. As soon as they take this gag out I’m going to tell her what’s going on.

I guess I thought that for most of the journey until another idea came into my head. Would she trust me? One look at the girl told me that right now if I said my husband was behind it all then she’d never believe anything I said. Whatever she thought, I had to find a way.

As soon as we were back at my house they released me and Hubby set off somewhere.

“This is my house,” I said to Jenny. “I think it’s all going to be okay. I told my Hubby last night. He says he’s going to sort it out, but you have to stay with me. It’s going to be alright.”

Right then Jenny was naked and on a long chain, anchored to a bolt in the wall downstairs. She could get to the bathroom and the kitchen and a few yards of garden, but that was it. I guess I could have given her some clothes but that didn’t seem like a good idea. I kept telling her that everything would be okay and she kept saying stuff like, “Are you some kind of idiot?”

“I’m guessing,” I said, but look at it this way, they can hear everything we say. They brought you here. Hubby must have done some sort of deal already.” “

“You’re just trying to cheer me up.”

I figured that she would freak out if I told her that my husband was actually behind the whole thing. Somehow I had to find a way but there was no point in going for it without a proper plan and I needed to make sure that Hubby was on board. The tricky problem was that he wasn’t home and if he came home she would know who he was before I could talk to him.

Meanwhile we started to have some fun. Not planned by us but fun anyway. The cable guy was obviously moving on, or maybe it was Hubby, who knows. What happened was that they started sending us guys who had watched us on the TV.

We ended up doing threesome with each of them. Sometimes it was orchestrated; sometimes it was spontaneous. Either way I soon found out what Jenny was good at.

We had three days of that before the weekend. I was sure something big would happen then, but I still had no idea what.

Saturday morning the cable guy turned up with a crew. The two of us were loaded into the van again. I kept telling Jenny that it would be okay.

“You keep saying that,” she said, “but where is this husband of yours? We’re being taken somewhere to be sold. That’s what’s happening. You should get used to it.”

After a while, maybe half an hour, I guess we slowed down and then reversed into somewhere. The engine stopped and the back doors opened.

“Welcome to your new home slaves,” said a voice that I knew immediately. Hubby has a very distinctive accent so I knew it was him, but in another second he was there.

“This is the place I just bought,” he said.

“Wow,” I thought “just how much has he made from selling us on the TV. How many more slaves are there making money for him.”

“This places needs a couple of slaves,” I heard him say. “You two have been well trained, I've seen you on the TV and you will do fine. There is more training to get you into shape for this place, but just remember that I am your master, I've paid good money for you and we will all get along fine.”

He led us through the house and showed us a huge bedroom suite with a bed big enough for three. The first chance I got to talk to Jenny was when Hubby had to pee. I didn’t care if he had the place bugged.

“I told you it would be okay,” I said. “That man is my husband.”

“No way.”

“Really.”

He came back grinning.

“Have you told her?”

“Of course.”

He laughed. “Jenny I’m sorry I can’t marry you as well but if you’re happy here, you can stay. If not we’ll get you back on your feet.”

She leapt at him and threw her arms around him. I let them be for a couple of minutes. She’d been through a lot.

When she finally let him go he spoke to both of us.

“We need to work out how we’re going to do this,” he said. “You’re not slaves any more but I really like that look so I’d prefer to keep both of you that way.”

“What about when we have company?” I said.

“I guess it depends on the company,” said Jenny.

Oh this is going to be fun, I thought. That girl is quick.

-----The end-----