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Private Internment

 

DAY ONE

Making a decision

I slid the vehicle over into the automatic lane and tried to relax. In theback seat Martha and Linda were sitting quietly, looking out the side windows.Some color had returned to their faces and their expressions were ones of bothconcern and relief. Concern over their future and relief from the fact thatthe last two weeks were finally over and they were out of the legal system.They are both former coworkers that I had known for a number of years. I hadjust bought them. None of us had said much since we had left the Justice Halland we were now trying hard to avoid eye contact. On the seat next to me wasall the documentation the clerk had given me. Documents that contained theirlife history and a description of the responsibilities that came with participationin the Private Internment system. Next to the documents were the two largeelectronic controls that had become key to making the whole program work. Alot had happened in the last two weeks and I needed a few minutes to just sitback and think about things.

Saturday morning, a little more than two weeks ago, I got up and sat in frontof the video feed with my coffee. I had made the west wall of my living roominto a video display, run by my home system. The six foot tall head of theanchorman filled the wall. It was a computer simulation of an actor popular50 years ago and was one of the most downloaded newsreaders. I had set theparameters of the news feed to start with local news. Almost immediately therewas a report that included the names of two women I knew fairly well from work.They had gone out together to a nightspot, had way too much to drink, and madethe fatal error of taking the vehicle's control out of automatic. Fatal fora family of three, not themselves. They made it through the accident unscathed.

For quite some time, causing a death while under the influence of alcoholor drugs has been a class C crime. They would go immediately into the PrivateInternment system where they would spend the rest of their lives.

I felt awful for them since I had worked with them for some time. We had workedside-by-side on several large projects and I knew them to be very nice.

Even though I felt incredibly guilty doing it, I started to think about beingthe person who bought their contract.

The Private Internment system began as a way to privatize the huge, and expensive,prison population. It soon became a way to get cheap labor into private handsso companies could acquire workers for jobs that were either dangerous or dirty.The initial programs often failed because, well, because the participants werecriminals. And the first were prisoners that were either violent by natureor had other types of severe emotional problems. After a few managers werekilled the program stalled for a while. The big neuro-electronic boom thatstarted in 2070 breathed new life into the program when they developed theimplants.

The first implants had been for ?behavior control?, a nice way of saying thatthey administered shocks. Satellite tracking was added to that. Soon they couldaffect mood, sleep, behavior, and so forth. They could induce create mentalstates that would keep the workers happy and nonviolent. The more expensiveones could receive audio signals like tones or spoken words. Managers couldbroadcast instructions to large groups of workers in a factory directly tothe implants.

Civil rights groups were aghast at the use of the implants but conceded thatPrivate Internment was better than the hellholes the prisons had become, evenif it meant that the participants were not free to exercise some of their freewill. Besides, most of these prisoners were not exactly people that made voterssympathetic to them.

I have to admit that I was very against this when it started. Now that I'vejust become part of the system I can't really be too critical.

Social workers monitored the participants for the first few years to makesure no one was actually abused or worked too hard but eventually there werefar too many people to monitor and everyone just lost interest. Urban crimehad reduced the average mid-21 st century city into a collection of walled-upenclaves and most people had been pretty happy to get rid of the individualscausing the problems. The government had the philosophy - out of sight outof mind.

Anyway, due to an early investment in artificial intelligence software usedby the oil companies to find the few remaining oil reserves that aren't pumpeddry, I had the money to buy the contracts for both Martha and Linda. SinceI was officially a company, which I had started to manage those investments,I was able to be in the auction for the contracts. I bid high to make surethat I would be the one selected.

Honesty is the best policy

The vehicle knew the way home and eventually slowed down and turned into thegarage next to my house. With only a few words spoken between us I escortedthe two women out of the car, into the house, and had them sit at the kitchentable. I gave them both something cold to drink and sat across from them.

My intentions were not very altruistic. If I had them under my control I couldpretty much have sex whenever I wanted it, right? Of course. What guy in hisright mind would not take advantage of a situation like this? I had no desireat all to do harm to either of them; I liked them a lot. I really wanted themboth to be OK. On the other hand I did sort of have a desire to see what Icould get away with before they just simply refused. Let's just say my feelingswere conflicted at that moment.

My plan was this: Small Steps.

Get them to accept one thing at a time, don't be hostile, give them time butkeep pushing.

I made some small talk at first but quickly down to more serious conversation.I said that I wasn't taking them out of the criminal justice system. This was thecriminal justice system in a different form. I was the criminaljustice system to them since I now had the certificates, signed documents,and approvals, all of which I spread out on the table and let them read. Ialso showed them the record of the bidding on their contracts. The second highestbid was a pharmaceutical company that would have used them as human test subjectsfor experimental drugs. They read that with their mouths open and were saying ?OhGod? a lot.

I said that if they didn't feel that they could be here, with me having thissort of power over them, I still had seven days to return them and get my moneyback. Since they had just seen who the second highest bid had come from therewere ?No!? responses from both of them, followed by tears.

?OK, OK, you're safe,? I said and did my best to reassure them.

That was a good start. Small step number 1. They accepted this so far andknew that it could be a whole lot worse.

When they seemed calmer I pressed on. I showed them something from the documentsI had been reading in the car. In a section about the purposes and goals ofPrivate Internment I found something that made it clear that rehabilitationwas not the purpose. Punishment was the purpose. I emphasized the word ?punishment? andhad a very serious expression when I read the paragraph.

?What does that mean? What are you going to do?? they asked.I said I didn't know, I was just making sure they understood that I wasn'tbringing them here as guests. They were still in trouble, but I had been ableto save them from the worst of it.

Then when they were still a little shaken by the direction the conversationhad taken, I got right to the point.

?Look, I'll have to be direct and honest about this. What I was thinking aboutwhen I did this was the sexual possibilities. I always liked you. Even thoughI'm glad I could prevent you from being some guinea pig for untested drugs,sex was a large part of what I was thinking about. I'm sorry if that upsetsyou but it's the truth.? A pause, and then, ?And I'll be honest again, it'sa power trip. I expect you to do what I tell you.?

?Well, OK, I've said it. What do you think??

With what sounded like a little bit of anger, Martha said, ?What do you mean?What do you want??

?Nothing dangerous, or violent. But I'll be honest with you again; I'll bethe one to decide if something is appropriate or not.?

?And if we don't??

?Then I bring you back now. This is a decision that you have to make. Andyou have to make it now.?

They both were looking at me like they couldn't believe I would make thisdemand on them.

Linda said ?No way, I'm not going to accept this.?

I stood up, walked to the door, and waited. ?Alright, there's still time beforethe clerk's office closes.?

Martha put her hand on Linda's arm to get her attention and they turned towardeach other, with voices down, to discuss it. I could hear Martha say ?are youcrazy? as she showed Linda the list of other bidders for their contract.

They turned, shook their heads in disbelief, and said ?OK?. Their tone ofvoice was not exactly what I would call enthusiastic but I guess they figuredthis was something they could figure out how to deal with, and it did at leastsound better than the alternative.

Frankly, I had not really expected them to concede this so easily and hadthought I was taking a huge chance by bringing it up the way I did, right atthe beginning. Maybe I was being naïve. I would have to work on that.

Home sweet home

?Well I guess I better show you were you are going to be staying. Um, keepin mind what I said about not exactly being guests here. There are certainrules I'm supposed to follow about housing and security.? I lied about that,but it seemed like good preparation for the next few minutes.

I walked them from the kitchen, down the main hallway, down the stairs, tothe two new living quarters. I had a contractor build in my finished basementafter deciding to do this. They were the size of bedrooms in a tiny apartment,sparsely furnished, and with one important and obvious feature ? one wall wasfloor to ceiling golden bars and open to the hallway. There was a heavy doormade from similar metal bars off to one side. As a kind of joke I had a plaqueon the wall opposite the cell with ?Detention Center? in big letters at thetop and my name in smaller letters underneath. On the bars of the cell wasanother plaque bolted in place with ?Prisoner? at the top and Martha's PrivateInternment number below that.

At the Justice Center the two women looked as though they were in shock. Theyhad been literally shaking. When I arrived to take them away they probablythought that normality had returned to their lives. In spite of my descriptiona few minutes ago of what I expected, they had seemed pretty calm comparedto this morning.

But when they saw where they were going to be living, bars and all, they lookedat me with a ?you have to be kidding? expression, and were anything but calm.I am normally a quiet person but I raised my voice and did my best to be authoritative.To my relief Martha went through the door of her cell and plopped herself onthe bed like a child trying to be petulant. Since she is in her thirties itjust looked a little funny and I tried not to laugh.

I walked Linda some distance down the long hall to the other side of the cellar,to her own cell. On the way she said, ?What are you really going to do to us?? Sheseemed to be getting more upset by the second. I was very reassuring to herand said she was going to be fine. I also that I was very serious about whatI had said upstairs. But I was certainly not going to beat them up, work themto death at factory jobs, or anything so dramatic. I also got a little flippant,raised my eyebrows, and said, ?Besides, you aren't exactly a virgin are you?? Tosay that my response was unsatisfying to her would be an understatement butshe went right into the cell when we got there.

Yes. Another step accomplished.

Slight Modifications

I went upstairs and to the car to get the packages with the remaining documentsand electronics. In the living room I sat down and looked at all the stufffor a few minutes. I picked up the electronic control and was surprised howlarge the things were. Did they really need to be this big? But on examinationI could see why they were. They were specialized computer pads. A lot of thesurface contained a vid screen. I turned them on and hit the button called ?track? andsaw on the screens the display of greenish yellow dots labeled with their PInumbers. There were other numbers on the screen that didn't mean much to me.

Then I stared reading the manuals. Man! These things can do everything. Tenpunishment buttons. I would have to read appendix D later to see what thatactually meant. I could put them to sleep by pressing a button. That soundedlike it could be a little dangerous if it was used at the wrong time. Therewas control to create an endorphin state, which sounded a lot like being ondrugs. Probably to calm rioting workers. There were ten buttons across thetop that caused them to hear one of ten distinct audio tones. Probably usedto call workers back from break or announce the end of the workday or something.Thinking about how I could use these features had me daydreaming for 10 minutes.There was a small hole for a microphone, which I could speak into and theywould hear it, by inducing the sound signals directly to the audio nerves.There was emergency control under a small panel that disabled them physically.That sounded awfully serious. I made a mental note to read the chapter thatdescribed this function before trying it out.

Since a lot of the early prisoners had convictions of sexually related crimes,and because a numb worker is a more productive worker, the default conditionwas to make the person's genitals unresponsive. It required an override fromthe control device to remove that. Hmmmm. At first that seemed to be the oppositeof what I would want. But, on the other hand, it did get me thinking some wickedthoughts. If they could do that, then??

I called my friend who develops firmware for custom chips that are used inthe neuro-electronics industry. I explained some vague deas to him and offeredwhat I thought was a pretty generous amount of money if he would come overand hack into the control device. He was here and gone in just a few hourswith rather a large payment.

Martha and Linda had been in their rooms, well OK ? cells, for most of themorning. This whole thing had happened too fast for me to work out any sortof plan as to what I was going to actually do with them.

It was time to find out.

Martha is first

I went downstairs, took a left, then down the hall leading to Martha's room.She heard me coming and was standing by the bars waiting for me. I opened thedoor and told her that we needed to talk and would be going upstairs. As shefollowed behind me, I turned and smiled, to put her at ease. I was still feelingsome sympathy for her and didn't want her to panic. Her reaction, judging fromher facial expression and body language, was hostility. I guess at that pointmy attitude became ?This is happening whether she likes it or not and she'sjust going to have to get used to it?. Her own actions got her into this.

We went to the room at the side of the house that I kept as a quiet library,with shelves of twentieth century paper books. I sat in the stuffed leatherchair and told her to pull up the footstool in front of me and have a seat.She sat there in her prison clothes with her legs held together out of nervousnessand her arms in her lap. Both her and Linda were in their early thirties andnot too bad looking. Martha had short dark hair with a few light brown streaks,decent build, and large tits that she tried to hide by wearing loose clothing.Linda also had a fairly decent figure and had really nice long darkish blondehair. Both had had good jobs and always dressed well. They had always comeacross as friendly and hard working.

I talked with Martha a few minutes about how I was sorry that this whole thinghad happened to her. I felt I need to get control of this quickly, though,and changed the subject. I said that although she was in my home, she was stilla class C felon and would live her life under my control for a very long time.Or, if not me, then some drug company or maybe an ore processing plant in Bolivia.So, in addition to being subject to the rules of the criminal justice system,in a general sense, she was also subject to whatever rules I felt necessary.

I went on?

?Because I am officially your warden ? blah blah blah ? and because we needto establish habits and discipline ? blah blah blah ? you should call me sir.?

She looked at me with a nervous smirk and said something like ?in your dreams?.

I pressed the button on the control device that was punishment button.

She jumped like she was stung on the ass by a bee.

She looked at me with an expression of astonishment, and a lot of concern.She said, ?look? this isn't right??

I had been almost as startled as she was when she had jumped, but I pressedthe first punishment button again anyway.

?Wait!?.? Her faced was flushed and she was starting to get teary eyed.

I told her that, considering her situation, none of this would really be negotiable

?OK? Sir? she said, with a very sarcastic emphasis on the ?Sir?.

I pressed the button again. She jumped and was silent. I told her that couldhave an attitude and cause trouble if she wanted but she would be punishedevery time she did.

?All right.? ?Sir,? she said. She said and looked down. She closed her eyesfor a couple of seconds but opened them and looked at me. ?I thought you weren'tgoing to do anything bad to us. Didn't you say that? Sir?

That last Sir was sarcastic again but I let it go.

?Look, I'm not going to harm you. I'm really not. But you've already forgottenthat section in the document about this being punishment. Like I said, youaren't my guest here, you're still part of the criminal justice system?

She was sitting quietly, not openly rebelling, so I decided to take a hugerisk, considering how soon it was. I reached under the table that was nextto the chair and brought up an expensive looking wood case with a brass latch.I told her yet again that this was a prison-like situation she was in and therewere security requirements. I opened the box and took out a slim steel collarand matching cuffs. I gave them to her and told her to put them on. I casuallylet her see my finger was still on the button of the control device.

She was pretty much on the verge of telling me to go to hell, and shakingher head, as if to say ?this is insane,? but she put them on.

Yes! Game over. I win. Well, OK, not exactly but it wasn't just a small step.This was a big one.

I was getting quite an erection. I told her to stay seated, turn to her right,and put her hands behind her. I leaned over and used a locking clasp to lockher cuffs together. I sat back in the chair and looked at her for a minute.She made a lot of disgusted and annoyed faces but she stayed seated.

?You meant what you said before about this not getting violent or anything,right?? ?Sir.? She said the ?Sir? like it was a swear, but I didn't reallycare. It was only important now that she said it.

I told her to come kneel in front of me.

She was not liking any of this but was too afraid to do anything but whatI was telling her. When she was right up against the front of the chair I satforward and felt her hair with both hands. It was as soft as it looked. I playedwith her hair for a long time. I was surprised to see this calmed her. I guessshe thought this was the sex that I had said I wanted and, while the collarand cuffs were kinky, I didn't seem to be doing anything that would hurt her.

I brought my hands down to her face and held her head in my hands. I lookedat her closely for a minute or two and stroked her cheek. I noticed that shehad tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose and the top of her cheeks.I played with her ears, played with her hair some more, and brought my handsdown the sides of her neck. She reacted like she was turned on but I wasn'tconvinced. I suspected she was acting, hoping to get this over with so shecould go back to her cell. My hands went down to the buttons of her prisonshirt and undid them. Slowly. I was really getting into this. Now she was startingto show signs of being excited herself.

I opened her shirt and stared at her tits for a few seconds, then said ?theseare mine now? and smiled. I put a hand under each one and bounced them up anddown a few times. Instead of pulling away or protesting she just looked embarrassed.I couldn't believe she was just accepting it. I found the bra clasp, unhookedit, and brought those wonderful tits out of hiding. I can't say how long Iplayed with them, it seemed like a long time. They felt warm, soft, and squeezable.When I focused my attention on the nipples and started pinching them she wokeup from her dream and began protesting.

?First of all you forgot what I said about calling me sir when you talk tome. Secondly I'm not doing anything that bad, am I? You did agree that I wouldget sex when and how I wanted, right? I'm not causing you any harm. If thisis just going to be trouble for me all the time I can bring the two of youback now. Make up your mind?

?OK?..sir? she said in an even voice.

Excellent, this was going much better than I had imagined. I still couldn'tbelieve that she wasn't fighting or being hysterical. I decided to try outthe firmware hacks I had installed and see how she reacted to that. I mightas well go for broke and find out now if I would have to bring her back.

I turned a little knob that had been added to the bottom right side of thedevice and watched her. At first there was nothing, but then she got a lookon her face that can't be described and started moving her hips forward andback. She closed her eyes. I let it go on for twenty or thirty seconds andsweat was starting to form on her forehead. Forward, back. Forward, back. Shewas breathing through her mouth and seemed to have forgotten that I was eventhere.

I advanced the knob a little more and she was moving faster ? forward backforward back. My friend had done his modifications well. He had found the signalthat stimulates the nerves going direct to the clitoris.

I pressed the little red button next to the knob. She doubled over and startedmoving up and down. She was breathing so heavy I thought she was going to passout, and I almost stopped it. But I couldn't. Not yet. The sight of her cominglike this hypnotized me. Every time she threw herself forward again with anorgasmic ?awwww? I could see her hands held behind her with the locked cuffsand I nearly came myself. I was definitely going to send my friend a bonusfor the work he did.

I took my finger off of the button and pulled her up. She was sweating andbreathing heavy and her hair had a musky erotic smell that I loved. When herbreathing relaxed a little I smiled and said ?now it's my turn?.

I took out my erection and guided her head down toward it. She balked at firstwith a tired expression but I said ? do this and I'll put you back downstairsso you can rest?.

She did it. Incredible.

She did it as fast as she could, thinking, I suppose, that the sooner shecould get it over with the sooner she would be back downstairs. I didn't complain.I was in no mood for subtle, slow, erotic, oral sex. I was perfectly happywith it hard and fast.

Her mouth was warm and soft, and it definitely did not seem the first timeshe had ever done this. It was over quickly and she had done it much betterthan I thought she would. She kept sucking until I said ?enough?. She leanedback and swallowed a couple of times. She didn't look like she enjoyed doingit but who cares. The important thing was that she was doing it. No complaints.No resistance. She was doing what I wanted her to do.

Before I brought her back to her room downstairs and got Linda, I decidedto try one more thing. I pressed the button with the label ?tone 1? and askedif she could hear that.

She said she could. I undid the clasp that held her hands locked behind herback, but left the clasp attached to one of the cuffs so she could reattachit herself. I told her that the next time she heard that sound she was to puther hands behind her back, and re-attach the clasp that would lock the cuffs.Then wait by the door of the cell.

She gave me an awful look, like ?this is going too far? and was silent.

I said ?And you say what??

?yes sir?

Linda is second

When I brought Martha downstairs I had her walk in front of me because I likedthe sight of her wearing the collar and cuffs. I liked the way her rear endbounced when she walked. I like the way she paused, uncertain what to do, whenwe got to a doorway or hall. I liked the way she went right in when we gotto the cell. I locked her in the room and went down the hall to the other sideof the basement to get Linda. I found her lying on the bed. I told her to getup and come with me.

Her attitude was one of careful attention. I think she was looking for anyclue from my actions or words that would tell her what this was all about,or what would be happening to her. As we went upstairs to the library, I wascareful to smile and to not come across as too threatening. I was going morefor authoritative. So I said something about how they were fortunate to bewith me rather than with the pharmaceutical company. I said I didn't thinkthat my own demands were all that bad, considering.

I said that I guess you just never know how weird things can turn out, andhow, ?I certainly never imagined that I would be buying you one day.?

?What's going to happen? Are you just going to keep us here? This has happenedtoo fast and I feel sick. What happened to all of my things? Can I go backto my apartment to get my stuff?? She running all of these comments and questionstogether into a jumble of words and didn't wait for an answer to one questionbefore she was asking something else.

I explained again that I originally did this because I felt sorry for thembut as I had told them it would be impossible for me not to take advantageof the situation sexually. I said that since we had known each other for yearsshe should know that I'm not dangerous. She mostly just stared at me and itwas difficult to read her emotions.

When we got to the library I had her sit on the footstool. As before, I tookout the wooden box and handed her the collar and cuffs. I told her to put themon. She kept saying what sounded like ?O God O God O God? under her breath.But she put them on.

I think that it was at this point that my uncertainty disappeared and wasreplaced with a desire to just go for it. If one of the women freaked out Icould back off.

I told Linda, who was sitting there staring at me, that I always loved herlong hair. I smiled and told her to come sit on the floor in front of me, withher back up against the chair. She gave me a weird look but slowly did it.I took her hair and brought it back behind her into a sort of ponytail usingmy left hand to keep it together and running the fingers of my right hand throughthe whole length of it. Man, it felt great. My grip on her hair was firm andI didn't give her much of a chance to move her head. She had to sit there withher head held back a little while I did whatever I wanted with her hair. Ileaned forward and put my right hand under her chin so I could lift her headback more. I could look down on her face from the top and see that her cheekswere flushed and red. I moved her head back even more and kissed her on theforehead.

I wanted to see her reaction to the punishment button but she was not doinganything that justified it.

I told her to stand up and face me. She did. I told her to call me sir. Shedid. Since I had not locked her hands behind her I told to remove her shirt.She did. I told her to remove her bra. She did. I told her to pull down herpants and throw them over to the side. She closed her eyes and just stood there.

I pressed the button immediately and she yelped. I shook my finger at herand said that disobedience would be punished. She still just stood there soI pressed the button again. She let out a yelp again, and angrily bent overto yank her pants down. I told her to come back in front of me and kneel down.I had her turn slightly so I could clasp her hands behind her back and as Idid so her long hair fell across her shoulder and over the side of her face.

With one hand I gathered her hair behind her, holding on to it like I didbefore, and with the other hand felt down her stomach, her sides, her tits,and occasionally moving her face towards me so I could kiss her. Her lips werewarm and soft and she didn't stop me from doing any of this, though she didlook like she was always just about to panic.

I said, ?Did you know that prisoners are under electronic control? You mustsince you had to go through the operation that put in the implant. But I'llbet you don't know the type of control this device actually gives me. You mightbe surprised.?

Still holding her by the hair with one hand I picked up the control devicewith the other and went right for the small knob on the side. Her eyes andmouth both opened wide and the rest of her body seemed to take on the sameflushed shade of pink that her face had. Because of the hold I had on her hairshe couldn't move much. But the noises she made! The movements that she wasable to make had an incredibly urgent quality. I know that I let it go on fortoo long but I couldn't resist. It was like there was something really touchingher clitoris that she was trying to respond to with thrusts. As with Martha,this was hypnotic, and now I was starting to sweat myself. I eventually hitthe small button next to the dial and she exploded.

She was so exhausted by the experience and I was so in thrall by what I hadseen that I spent the next few minutes just sort of holding her, brushing thewet hair out of her face, and asking her if she was OK. When she calmed downI held her a little more and again decided to press ahead with the authoritything. I told her that I loved the way she looked and she was not to wear clothesany more. At least not unless I told her to. I also tried the button that generatedthe tone. When she said she could hear it I told her the same thing I had toldMartha ? lock your hands behind you and wait by the door. I reminded her againthat disobedience is always going to be immediately punished, etc, etc.

I walked her back to her cell naked, with her hands still locked behind her.When we got to the cell I unclasped her hands and told her to give me the remainingclothes that were in the cell.

I was so happy with this idea that I walked over to Martha's cell and toldher to remove her clothing and give it all to me through the bars. She said ?Noway,? but I told her that I was never going to get into an argument about somethingthat I wanted and pressed the punishment button. As she was undressing therewere tears on her cheeks, but she did it and handed me the clothing. ?It'scold,? she said. I told her I would turn up the heat. No more clothing unlessI give permission, I said.

I went upstairs, got a juice from the kitchen, and sat on couch in the livingroom. I leafed through the documents that came with the women. I was amazedat how detailed the information was. Their entire life history was in frontof me. Every school grade, the result from every doctor's visit, every jobevaluation, and most surprising of all, their entire sexual history was here.The government must have used the implant to put the women into a state wherethey would answer these types of questions. The descriptions were so completeand fascinating that I spent the next hour or so reading. The fascination wasnot that they had wild sex lives. They hadn't. It was that I now had this informationin front of me. They were mine. Their sexual history was mine to read and enjoy.It was all part of the package.

I would soon have to bring my new prisoners something to eat but for now Ineeded to relax.

Martha again, once more before bed

I got the control devices from the library and sat down on the couch again.Turning on the tracking, I could see Linda's indicator was stationary but Martha'swas moving back and forth. She must be pacing in her cell. I would have tofigure out how to plot the layout of the house on the display so I could knowexactly where in the house they were.

I read the chapter in the device's manual that described the tracking featureand found a way to coordinate the tracking with the other controls. I couldfeed their position to other controls, for example, the punishment control.Good grief, I could see immediately how this would be very useful.

I went to the kitchen, found a couple of instant meals, and zapped them inthe power-cell oven. Putting them in a box with some cold drinks I carriedthe lot downstairs and went first to Martha. When she heard me coming she turnedaround quickly to face the hallway that ran in front of the bars. Her largetits moved, jiggled, and swayed as they came around. It was great. I said somethingabout having to keep this cell clean and made a sweeping motion with my handto indicate certain areas of the room, expecting her to turn to look at whatI was pointing at. She didn't disappoint me at all. Her turning caused hertits to move again in terrifically erotic and entertaining way. I could watchthem do that for hours.

When I handed her the food she didn't so much take the meal as grab it. Iguess she didn't have any breakfast. It's incredible the way that sex and powergo together. The fact that she depended on me now for food was turning me on.I stood there for a few minutes and watched her sit at the small table andstart to eat. She looked over at me a few times to see what I was up to butit didn't stop her from eating. I backed up a little and looked at the womanI now owned, the room I was keeping her in, and the bars that held her readyfor me whenever I wanted her.

I went down the hallway to Linda to give her the meal. She wasn't as animatedas Martha had been. She looked like she was having a hard time staying awake.All the events of the last two weeks, not to mention the orgasm, must now betaking their toll. I handed her the food and went upstairs to have my own dinner.

The weather outside had been clear and nice. It was now just before dark.As I ate, I watched the sunset turn the surrounding homes a golden yellow.I turned on the lights and the enabled the video wall. When I called in thecontractor to build the rooms downstairs I had them add a small in-wall camerajust across the hall from the rooms. It was hidden in the plaque, in the firstletter of my name. Just a little private joke. I switched the video wall tothe signal being fed from Linda's room. The quality of the video was excellent.I could see her lying on the bed, apparently asleep. I switched to the camerafrom Martha's room and could see her lying on her side on the bed. She hadher hand between her legs. It looked like she was discovering that controldevice prevented any sensation there. She looked like she was getting moreand more annoyed and agitated and finally turned over on to her other sideand gave up. Man! Could this possibly get any more entertaining?

I made a quick re-route of the video to my wireless center so I could seethe camera feed on the screens of the two control devices. I turned on theMartha's device and the screen showed Martha tossing and turning on the bed.

Before turning out the lights for the night I needed a little relief of myown. I pressed the first tone button on Martha's control device and could seeher jerk a little, sit up, and look around like she expected to see me there.She looked down at the cuff that had the partially locked clasp and sat onthe side of her bed. She leaned over and held her head in her hands as if tosay ?why me??. She slowly got up, put her hands behind her, fumbled with theclasp until she had it locked, and then went over to the door. She stood theretrying to look through the bars, to see if she could see me coming.

I took the device with me as I went downstairs and down the hall to Martha.She backed away from the door as I opened it and followed me over to the smallcouch-like seat that was against the far wall. I had her kneel in front ofme and tried to be as reassuring and positive as I could.

?You're going to be OK. This will all work out. You need to trust me,? andso forth.

I played with her body like it was my personal property. After a few minutes,I turned the stimulation knob to the lowest setting that I could; just enoughto give her a little buzz but nothing too intense. She watched what I was doingand knew what I was up to, but her reaction was subdued. She fidgeted, butmaintained control. Good. She knew what I wanted so when I moved her head gentlydown toward me and gave her the ?suck? command she went right to it. Quickly,as before, hoping to get it over with so I would leave, turn off the stimulation,and she could go to sleep. She was good at it and I enjoyed it immensely. Whenshe was finished I got a small hand towel and wiped the wetness from her face.I held her face for a few minutes and told her she looked good and that I didreally appreciate what she was doing. I said that I would try not to make hertime here too awful. I released her hands, told her she was great, and wentupstairs.

What an incredible first day. I went to the bedroom and got ready for thenight. Before I turned out the lights and went to sleep I checked out the videofeed from the cameras and watched my prisoners sleeping. I turned out the lightsin the cells and went to sleep with a smile on my face.

DAY 2

Linda gets inspected and put to use

I woke up feeling great. As soon as I remembered the women downstairs I gotan erection. Well, it would just have to wait a little. I jumped out of bed,took a long hot shower and had something to eat. I remembered that I had tofeed my prisoners so I wandered around the kitchen trying to figure out whatto give them. I could see that I would need to be a little more organized aboutthis. There were a lot of details I hadn't thought to work out.

I put together some breakfast for them and brought it downstairs. They wereboth awake and took the food when I handed it to them. Neither of them wantedto make eye contact and they were pretty quiet. I didn't press the matter andwent right back upstairs.

I turned on Linda's control device and used the camera to take a quick lookat her in her cell. She was sitting on the chair by the table playing withthe remains of her breakfast. I pressed the button that sent voice audio tothe implant and said that she should step into the shower and get cleaned up.She spent a good thirty seconds looking around to find where the sound wascoming from. She couldn't understand the implants were doing it. When I sawhere give up her search for a hidden speaker and get into the shower I switchedto Martha's control device and did the same. She had the same reaction. Startledand confused. But I watched as she also stepped into the shower.

I took it easy for 20 minutes and watched the news. Because of my investments,the same investments that allowed me to buy the two former coworkers, I didnot have to work. However, managing those investments took a lot of my time.Things were different now. I could make my new purchases a full time hobby.Indeed! I called a financial advisor I had some prior experience with and madethe necessary arrangements for him to manage my investments.

I checked the cameras and saw both women were drying off. I pressed the firsttone button on Linda's control and watched as she tried to lock her hands behindher. It took a lot of awkward failed attempts and I was cracking up watchingher, laughing out loud as she spun around trying to get the clasp of one cuffto lock onto the other. Finally she got it to lock and went over to stand bythe door.

Before going down to pick her up I made a quick stop in the library to pickup another item from the box by the chair. It was a six-foot cord with a smalllocking hook on one side and a hand loop on the other. I went to get her andas she came through the door in the bars I reached over to the collar and slippedthe hook at the end of the cord through a small extrusion at the front. Nowhaving her on a leash I turned and led, actually more like pulled, her upstairsto the library.

I had her sit on the footstool again and told her that her experience herewould be divided into two parts: the personal and the official. The personalpart was the sex. That would be my payment for saving her from a life of asa medical test subject.

The official part was that I was expected to fulfill the justice system'srequirement of discipline, order, and so on. I reached over to the table andgot a copy of the page in the manual that describes how the contract holdershad to maintain discipline, hygiene, nutrition, and a list of other things.The last of the section describes punishments. It was pretty grim stuff.

She read it and looked at me, let out a deep breath, and looked back at meto see if I was having her read this as preparation for something awful. Isaid that I didn't have anything particular in mind but I just wanted her torealize that this was real and it was serious. She nodded.

?You did read the whole thing, right?? I asked.

?Yes sir?

?Well just to make sure, why don't you read it out loud? I said as I heldit in front of her. She read it. I was riding the wave. I now had power overthis woman that I had worked next to for years. She was sitting in front ofme, naked, and doing whatever I told her to do.

I told her to go the middle of the room and stand at attention. She went tothe middle of the room but didn't stand at attention. I pressed the punishmentbutton. She let out an ?Ow? and stood up as straight as she could. A tear wasstarting to come down the side of each eye and she wouldn't look at me. Itsaid a lot about my own state of mind that this didn't bother me. If anythingit just got me more turned on. Every time I used the punishment button I wouldstart to get erect. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what that said aboutme.

I walked around her like I was inspecting her. Really I was just checkingher out. It was a lot of fun being the ?guard? rather than the ?warden?. Itold her to keep her head up, and look straight ahead.

I had the page from the manual, and was reading aloud as I scanned throughit ??in order to ensure the prisoners proper personal hygiene. Hmmmm. OK. Ican see the importance of that.?

I stood next to her.

Since you aren't wearing clothes I want you to be thorough when you cleanyourself; both in the morning when you take a shower and after using the toilet.I don't want a mess when you sit on something. Second, I expect you to keepyour hair looking nice, underarms shaved, and your vagina clean.? When I saidthe word ?vagina? she twitched a little. ?Third, I will expect you to brushyour teeth immediately after eating.? ?And fourth, I may have daily inspections.? Ilaughed when I said that and she twitched a little a second time.

I stood in front of her and had her open her mouth. Wide.

I took my time running my finger along her teeth and making a lot of ?mmmm? soundslike I was evaluating her hygiene practices. She had her eyes averted and wouldn'tlook at me while I was in front of her. I had her close her mouth and I ?inspected? variousother parts of her body.

The whole time I was doing this I had the end of the leash in my other handand was absent-mindedly jiggling it so it bounced lightly against her.

Along the far wall of the library there is a raised section that goes up abouttwo feet from the floor and extends out from the wall maybe six feet or so.I brought her to it and had her lie on the raised section with her legs overthe edge. I told her to spread her legs wide. I said I wanted to examine theparts that were unavailable when she was standing.

I knelt down in front of her and ran my fingers along the outside of her vagina.It felt warm and a little damp. I used both hands to pull apart the lips likeI was looking for something. I ran fingers along the sides of the inner lips,then inside her vagina, and finally up to the top, briefly going up and overher clitoris. I told her that I wasn't pleased with the way she kept herselfclean and that she needed to do a much better job of it. She gave me a disgustedlook but stayed in that position.

I told her to stay exactly like she was and that I would be right back. Ihurried into the kitchen to find the energy-cell hair clipper and a towel.When I returned I had her raise her hips, and slipped the towel under her butt.I told her that pubic hair was a health hazard and it had to go. I broughtthe buzzing clipper around quickly to shave the hair. Whenever I was just aboveher clitoris I stayed at that one spot a ridiculously long time. I could tellthat the cuffs and the clasp that help them together were digging into herback because she was trying to get into a better position. That, and the buzzingof the clipper, had her made her so agitated that I gave her a hard slap onthe inside of one of her legs to make her settle down. It made a loud ?smack? soundand she jerked her head up from surprise. I could see red finger imprints formingon her leg.

When I had finished her little haircut I folded the towel over to trap thehair that had fallen and used it to wipe away any hair that remained. I toldher to keep her legs apart and took a moment to appreciate my work. It didlook very nice all cleaned up like that. It also brought me to the point whereI needed to take a moment for something else.

?OK, bring your ass down just over the edge and keep your legs apart. I kneltin front of her, took out an erection that felt like it was made from titanium,and entered her very easily. She was very wet. Unlike yesterday I was successfulin making this last. She was meeting every thrust of mine with a matching one.Was she actually getting into this? Well, maybe nature was taking over andher body was just reacting on its own, but I was certainly into it and I finishedhappy, tired, and sweating.

I went over to the chair and plopped down. ?Man, it's only nine o'clock andI already need a nap.? I told her to come back over to the chair and sit onthe floor in front of me. I didn't want her to get her wetness on the footstool.That footstool was Spanish leather and had cost me a fortune.

?OK?, I said, ?I can see now that the, um, personal side of this is goingto play even more of a role than I expected. This is just too good. And I justhad a great idea what to do with two more of these audio tones. You do rememberthat you agreed that I would have sex with you whenever I wanted right? Thatwas part of the agreement. I can still bring the two of you back now if youwant.?

She said she didn't want that. One more small step.

I pressed the second and third audio tone buttons. Could she hear them? Shenodded that she could.

?Great. When you hear this one,? I said as I pressed the second one again, ?Iwant you to come over to me, kneel down and start sucking. Do you understand??

She nodded but didn't look pleased about it.

?What do you say?? I reminded her once again. I was getting tired of doingthat so I put my finger on the punishment button in a way that she could notpossibly misinterpret.

?Yes sir?

I pressed the third tone button and said ?And when you hear this tone youlie down. If your hands are free then put them behind your head. Then spreadyour legs. I also expect you to make it as pleasant for me as possible. I don'twant attitude. Right??

?Yes sir? she said

I used the towel to clean her up a little and with the leash walked her downstairs.Before leaving her in the cell I could not resist resting for a moment on thesmall couch with her sitting in front of me so I could play with her long blondehair again. That long hair was going to be my Achilles heel.

Martha gets a little burned

I walked to Martha's cell and found her sitting on the small couch staringinto space with a blank look on her face. When she saw me she stood and waited.I locked her hands behind her, attached the leash to her collar, and startedto bring her upstairs. She was pulling and resisting the whole time, and whenwe got to the stairs she didn't want to go any further.

I used the second punishment button. She jumped, yelped, and bent over allat the same time. I said again that any disobedience would be punished, andhad my finger on the button, ready to push it again.

She followed the rest of the way without trouble but when I brought her intothe library and sat her down on the footstool she went on about how unfairthis all was and how I didn't have any right to do this sort of thing. I thinkthat the leash had gotten her a little pissed of. She used the word ?sick? acouple of times. That really hurt my feelings. I let her talk a few minutesand then did a similar kind of read-out-loud that I had done with Linda. Thistime I had her read the parts about this being punishment not rehabilitation,and the part about how I was allowed, no, encouraged, to use my own discretionin handling any ?situation? that came up. It was clear from the tone of theparagraph that once criminals were out of the government's justice system thegovernment didn't want to deal with any of those ?situations? later. That wasup to the person holding the contract. It was terribly obvious that the governmentjust wanted problems to go away

I said, ?Well, this seems like one of those situations, doesn't it. You maysee this as just someone you know being unfair to you but this is officialconfinement. And I'm in charge.?

I did the hygiene inspection. She was giving me a dirty look the whole timebut she didn't cause any trouble.

?Now. About that situation that you created downstairs. I guess I have todeal with it.? I said.

I had her go over to the same rise in the floor that I put to use a few minutesago and had her lie face down with her legs up against the vertical rise. Idashed out of the room and went through my rooms looking for something appropriatefor the ?situation?. I found something I could use in the kitchen. It was aspatula-like thing that I had bought during my ?other people can cook and dammitso can I? phase which lasted maybe a month. The thin metal implement was springyand didn't weigh enough to do any harm to her. I hurried back to her and kneltdown just in back of her and to the side.

?As much as I hate doing this,? I lied, ?you need to be punished so that therewon't be any ?situations' in the future.?

I gave her a spank on the rear. It was way too light. I was holding back toomuch. I forced myself to get bolder and gave her a series of hard spanks thatmade a most satisfying whacking sound. I could get to enjoy this. I pausedto consider my handiwork and watch her bottom get red. I gave her a secondbrief set of spanks, which made her head jerk up. She must have thought thatit was over the first time.

?OK OK I'm sorry? she yelled. ?I'm not going to cause any more trouble.?

I asked her if she was prepared to accept that all of this was real and thatshe had to deal with it.

?OK? she said.

?sir? I prompted followed by another hard spank.

?SIR?. Excellent.

I brought her back to the chair and ran through the exercise with the twotones. Tone 2. Tone 3.

?You clear on all that?? I asked.

?Yes sir. Two is suck and three is fuck.?

I could not have put it better myself.

I do some mapping, go shopping, and watch some exercise

Before bringing Martha downstairs I brought her around the house and had herstand still while I used her tracking screen to map her location in the roomsand hallways. She probably thought I was crazy. Stand here. Stand there. Gostand by that doorway. Still, it worked great and in 30 minutes I had an electronicmap of my house. I copied the map to Linda's device and programmed both ofthem to shock the hell out either one that went out of the house. I didn'tknow what these levels really corresponded to, and didn't want to actuallyharm them, so I set it to 6. A 6 seemed like a good compromise. I really neededto get some time to read the manual.

Then I explained what I was doing to Martha and that if she tried to leavethere would be pain. A lot of it.

Finally, I had her lie down and got rid of that unhealthy pubic hair withthe clipper. When I was cleaning her up my fingers may possibly have movedup, over, and around her clitoris. They may have lingered longer than theyshould have just over her clitoris. But it surely wasn't intentional.

After returning Martha to her cell I went to Linda's cell and explained thetracking thing to her. I'm not sure if she quite understood exactly the pointI was making but she would learn quickly if she tried to leave.

Then to the garage and into the car. It had nearly a full charge but I wouldneed all of it. The web had ruined most traditional businesses and if I wantedto pick up the stuff I needed I would have to drive for some distance.

I went first to the grocery and grabbed up anything that looked like an instantmeal. Or an instant breakfast, as the case may be. Then off to find a departmentstore where I picked up various soaps, hair care products, and, um, femininestuff. I hoped I was buying the right things. Then I went to one of the lastremaining home supply stores in the area. I had to go far out of the ?safezone.? I picked up cord, rope, locking fixtures, and anything else that mightremotely be useful in some kinky sort of way. I didn't have a plan so I justbought a lot of stuff and hoped that some of it would be useful.

My final stop was at a business that used to be known as a tattoo parlor backwhen they used needles. Now that lasers were involved it was more high-class.I made arrangements for the gentleman I spoke to, to arrive promptly at six,and give him my address. I told him to bring his best equipment.

When I got home the car was at a ten percent charge. It would take a fullday to charge it back to full. I carried the stuff into the kitchen and spreadit out. I took two of the plastic bags from the grocery and filled them withsoaps and other things, and carried the instant meals to a side closet justoff the kitchen that was now mercifully empty. It was just big enough for allthe food. I grabbed the bags and brought the supplies to the women and toldthem to place the stuff out of the way.

Back upstairs, I heated two meals, and delivered them. Finally I could sitand think of what to do next.

I took a leisurely lunch and watched a little video.

I turned on Linda's control device and set it to the camera feed. She hadeaten and was now sitting on the side of the bed. When I pressed the tone 1button, she jumped up and tried to latch her cuffs together. She had as muchtrouble this time as she did last time. And I thought it was just as funny.

I went down to get her, again with the leash. I like that thing.

We went back to the library. I told her to kneel down maybe six feet or soin front of the chair.

?Stay there? I said. I unattached the leash and went quickly downstairs forMartha. Martha's rear end still seemed pretty red. I brought her back, on theleash, and had her kneel next to Linda. When they looked at each other, naked,on their knees, with their hands locked behind them, there were a lot of intenselooks directed at the other, of the ?are you OK?? kind. But they didn't sayanything.

?All right? I said, ?If I am going to eventually be able to let you leaveyour cells and move around a little, I need more direct control over your behavior.As I said before, you aren't in any danger or anything. I know you would ratherbe anywhere else but here, and don't like any of this, but you have to acceptthe reality of your situation. Right??

Nods and ?yea's.? I press the punishment button. They both squeal. I can seeattitude in Martha's eyes and hope that this isn't going to be an ongoing problem.When Linda immediately says ?yes sir? in response to the punishment and showsevery sign of meaning it, Martha glances to her and says it too. Very sincerelyI thought. Bringing them together was a good idea.

I had them put their hands behind their back and spread their legs.

I pressed tone 4. ?When you hear this, you take this position right away.?

I had them stand, with their hands behind their heads, and spread their legs.

I pressed tone 5. ?And when you hear this tone, you take this position.?

?Clear??

?Yes sir's? from each.

It was difficult for them to just follow my orders like this; I could tellfrom their breathing and flushed faces. But they would be breathing heavierin a few minutes. For the first time I actually had a little plan for my entertainmentand carrying it out was encouraging what now seemed like a permanent erection.

I had them stay like that for a good two or three minutes while I just lookedat them.

?Let's see if your remember??

I pressed 4 and they went down to their knees and put their hands behind theirbacks. I waited a few seconds and pressed 5. Up they went with hands behindtheir heads and their legs apart. No complaining. They were getting deeperinto this by the hour.

?Great. But a little slow. You have to put some effort into this. You don'twant to spend the rest of your lives in the cells, do you??

A sort of groaning ?no sir? was the response.

I pressed 4, 5, 4, 5. They went down, up , down, up. Incredible. Martha'stits were bouncing around whenever she went from one position to another andshe was trying to prevent it by moving in a contorted way. I told them to kneeland stand in proper movements and give up on trying to maintain their dignity.This was an exercise in discipline I reminded them and would not look favorablyon whoever screwed it up.

4,5,4,5,4,5,4,5 over and over. When I took a pause in the action they wereboth breathing heavily and looked like they were both about to cry. I waiteduntil their breathing slowed down and did it again. Up,down,up,down,up,down,over and over. Martha was starting to get red areas around her tits from thestress on them, and Linda's hair was now wet and sticking to her face.

I did another group to see if they would continue to respond and they did.But they were obviously getting worn out and I could see that their knees weregetting red and rough from having to kneel on the carpet so I stopped.

I had them walk over to just in front of me and pressed 4. They both wentto their knees. Good grief what an erection I had. Their knees aren't the onlythings that will get worn out if I don't find some balance to this.

I explained patiently again that I could now track them and it would showup on the screen of their control device. I showed them the screen on eachof their control devices and said, ?See here you are right here?. The littlegreen dot didn't mean anything in a real sense. It could have been off by amile and they wouldn't have known it. But psychologically it had the desiredeffect. The screen was telling them - ?See ? this is technology. I know whereyou are at all times. Don't try anything funny.?

I told Linda to go back to her cell and close the door. I would be trackingher and would know if she didn't do exactly as I said. If I suspected she was ?gettinglost? I would press one of the more severe punishment buttons. I asked herif she understood and she said she did.

?Go? I said and she nearly ran out of the room. The tracking really worked,I could see her go the entire route. When she got close to the cell I switchedto the camera so I could see her pull the door closed.

Martha was watching me do this and said ?God, that thing really works doesn'tit.?

?Of course, this isn't a game.? Well, maybe for me it was, I thought.

?Now. About you.? I said and just kind of left it at that for a few seconds.I looked at her like I was thinking what to do with her. ?Our mutual friendis doing well. I think I can work out something with her. She might have alife that gives her a fair amount of peace and quiet. Maybe I can give hermore space or let her use the upstairs sometimes to relax and watch vids. Youon the other hand worry me.?

?I'm not going to cause trouble, I just want this to go well.?

I pressed the punishment button and she jumped. She looked at me with an expressionof confusion. She just said she wasn't going to cause trouble.What the hell did I want now?

?sir? I said trying to prompt her.

?Sir?

She let out a breath and her shoulders slumped. I could see her thoughts onher face ?I? have? got? to? remember? that.?

I leaned down to re-latch her hands together and said ?Let's see how goodyour memory is.? I pressed 2.

She leaned forward with her mouth open and I had myself out and at attention.She took me in her mouth and was less hurried this time. Her tits were hittingthe sides of my legs as they went from side to side and her short dark hairswayed around her face. I reached out to run my hands over her hair and justenjoyed all the sensations. Her sweaty smell from the discipline exercise wasa good addition to the experience. The sight of her hands locked behind herwas exciting. I came in a more relaxed way than before and watched her as sheleaned back and swallowed.

?If you keep that up, you're going to do great too.? I said, in between breaths.

The expression on her face was hard to read but I didn't care. I reached forwardto clean off her chin a little and undid the clasps on the cuffs.

?OK, back to your cell. I'll be watching your progress on the screen.?

She got up and left the room. As she was going through the door she lookedback. I smiled.

Marked

I spent the rest of the afternoon reading the manuals. It was a quiet afternoonfor my new prisoners as well. They spent most of the time lying on their beds.

Five o'clock I brought them an early meal, then had my own supper. I madea point of giving them the simplest instant meal I could find and having thebest home cooked meal I could make for myself. I was getting into this as apower trip and discovered that even the simplest things could get me turnedon if approached with the right attitude

About 5:30 I got busy. I paired up the control devices with my home controlcomputer so I could use the women's controls for other things as well. Turningon lights and things like that.

I first held Martha's control and switched to the camera feed. I could seeher sitting by the small table with her arms folded. I pressed the audio button1 and she jumped a little. She went to stand by the door and I could see herre-latch her cuffs together behind her. She had her head down and shook ita little as if to say ?hasn't today been difficult enough.?

I pressed the voice button and said ?When the door opens, come immediatelyup to the Library. I'll be watching you on the tracking screen.?

I used the connection between the device and my home control system to engagethe emergency door release on Martha's door, which was there to swing it openin case of fire. I went immediately to the video and could see the door openand Martha start on her way.

I waited until Martha was in the Library and pressed 4. She paused tryingto remember what that one was for, but soon went down on her knees.

I went through the same exercise with Linda. She was a little better thistime with the cuff latch but it was still fun to watch.

When I had them both together I said ?I know this has been exhausting foryou. It has been for me too actually. But there is one last thing I need todo.?

I brought them into the bedroom and unlocked their cuffs.

As soon as they saw where they were going they gave me quite a look. WhenI had them lie next to each other I saw Martha give me a more sarcastic look,as if to say ?you really think you are going to do both of us here, now, afterwhat you have already had??

I explained that this had nothing to do with sex. I told them to take a verycomfortable position and that I wanted them to relax because they were goingto have a nap.

I waited a few seconds and pressed the ?Sleep? button. Almost immediatelyboth women turned their heads to the side and went to sleep. I stood therefor a long time just looking at them thinking ?they're mine?. I stood thereuntil I heard the door chime.

It was the gentleman I had made spoken to earlier in the day. He had arrivedwith his equipment in a large metal travel case that looked pretty heavy. Iexplained the situation to him. More or less. I guess in his business he hasseen pretty much everything because he just nodded his head and didn't seemsurprised or anything. He just wanted to get to work and collect the fee.

I bought him to the bedroom, showed him the sleeping women, and stood backto watch the process. He put a thin layer of black mylar material on each woman'sforearm and placed a bendable but thick plate over that. The plate was connectedto the metal case by a cable. He folded out a keyboard and display and typedin what I told him. When he engaged the equipment there was a noise while itfulfilled it's purpose but that was it. Sort of anticlimactic.

When he was finished he packed up and I paid him and sent him on his way,with a big tip.

I went back to the bedroom and sat next to the women. On their arms was nowa medium sized and very noticeable tattoo that had ?Property of:? followedby my name. Under that was their Personal Internment number.

I woke them up. It took a few seconds but they shook off the sleep and lookedaround. Immediately they both gave an ?ouww? sound and started rubbing theirarms. I leaned against the side of the doorway as casually as I could and watchedthem sit up and try to find the source of the pain. I think astonishment woulddescribe their expressions pretty well.

I said I was concerned they would try to do something stupid, like try toleave, so it was necessary to mark them.

?But this is a tattoo! This isn't going to come off, it's permanent!? Lindacried.

?Well, yea. That's the point. Do you really not understand that this is permanent?You are going to be here permanently . I thought you understoodthat.?

At that point I could sense things change with them. They were no longer tryingto just get through the moment and hope that they could make sense of thingslater. I think they saw that the annoying speeches I had been given them aboutthis being real wasn't just nonsense.

Or maybe I was reading too much into their expressions. In any case, I sentthem back to their cells. I could see on each of their video feeds that theymade it quickly back to their cells and closed the doors. They sat of theirbeds rubbing their arms and staring at the tattoos.

I took a hot shower and went to bed. I could smell a faint reminder of thewomen on the bed sheets and thought of tomorrow as I fell asleep. Life wasgreat? in small steps.

DAY 3

Taking it easy, part 1

On waking, I decided that I needed some time to consolidate my progress. Alittle gentle pressure would work well today.

I had my own breakfast and brought something a little better than usual forthe women to eat. Around eight o'clock a delivery truck arrived and rang thedoor chime. They were delivering what was left of the women's personal belongings.Most of their physical belongings were sold at a government auction, exceptfor clothes and very personal items like souvenirs and family items. The moneyfrom that, and whatever money the women had in their bank accounts, investments,or retirement accounts, was used to pay for the trial and the two weeks theyspent incarcerated.

Fortunately, both women were well educated and had very good jobs. The moneythat remained went to me and it was a large amount. I was pleased to see thecheck when I opened the envelope.

I made a quick call to the local wine store and had them immediately delivera bottle of very good wine. Then I opened the crates and began examining whatwas left of the women's former lives.

I kept an eye on them using the video and when the morning routine had settleddown I went downstairs, going first to Martha. I told her that today wouldbe a little more relaxed and that I wanted her to take it easy for the morning.I handed her a couple of books from the library.

Then I went to Linda's cell, told her that today would be a little quieter,and brought her upstairs to the living room.

The side of the house that contains the library and kitchen faces the streetand is not only noisy but the view consists only of other houses. The oppositeside of the house, though, has a very long and narrow living room that runsthe entire length of the house. That side faces a low valley with the cityfar to the left and the ocean far to the right. Most of the land in the valleyis undeveloped because of environmental restrictions so the view is wonderful.Windows run from the ceiling to about knee high, all along the living room'souter wall. The inner wall has a collection of paintings and other art I havepicked up on my vacations. Also along the inner wall, opposite the windows,are long leather couches.

I bought Linda into the room, with her hands locked behind her, and put heron her knees in front of me. In my free hand I had the wine and glass. I pouredthe wine and took a small amount to get the taste and aroma.

?The remainder of your personal belongings arrived this morning.? I said casually.

?The remainder? What do you mean??

?Well, most of what you had was sold. The government auctioned off your propertyand took your savings to pay for your trial. They sent me the rest. I didn'tknow that I would be receiving it so it came as a surprise. In fact the wineI'm drinking was paid for with some of your money. Well, my money now, actually?

I raised the glass and said ?Thank you, it's very good?

?You must have saved every cent you made. There was a lot left over for me.In fact it reduced your cost to the point where I could sell you now and makea good profit.? The expression on her face was awful and I thought she wasgoing to cry. ?Which of course I have absolutely no intention of doing! Youdon't think I would give all this up do you??

I continued, ?There weren't many personal items. Some clothes and that sortof thing. There were two hand-blown glass flower vases that I really likeda lot. I have them on a shelf at the far end of the library.?

?I inherited those from my grandmother.? She said.

?Well, if you don't cause any problems I'll let you see them from time totime.?

She didn't say anything but just stared at the floor. I could see some definitepersonality differences between the two women. Martha was the firecracker ? quickto get angry, and just as quick to get it out of her system and move on. Iwould have to work on keeping her under control. Linda was more the slow burningfuse. She didn't show her emotions and I knew I would have to work at keepingher from feeling too isolated.

I turned her around and had her sit on the floor, up close and against theseat. I wanted more of that hair.

I used her control device to tie in to the home system and started some softmusic on the sound system. I took another drink of the wine and used both handsto bring her hair together and behind her. I spent a long time just playingwith it. I wound strands of her hair around my fingers. I would hold it intoa ponytail and sort of flip it back and forth absent-mindedly. I spread herhair out over my lap and for a moment contemplated what it would feel likeif I wound it around my penis and used it to pleasure myself, but decided againstit. I didn't want to get her too grossed out today. This was supposed to berelaxing. On the other hand that sure would have relaxed me.

I brought her hair together and held it with one hand, close to her head,like I had done the first day. I ran my fingers through the long ponytail andit still felt great. Soft and silky. I moved my hand holding her hair fromside to side a little just to see her have to move her head to match the movement.She didn't resist.

After a while I had her come up and lie next to me with her head on my rightleg. I continued playing with her hair with my left hand and had my right handon her cheek. I talked to her and told her the story of how I designed andbuilt the house. I described a couple of my vacations. It was actually veryrelaxing and I was enjoying it. Still, whenever I would touch her in a waythat got some sort of response from her, my penis would quickly come to attentionand nearly poke her in her ear.

When I couldn't stand it any longer I sighed and said ?I think that I willtake my dessert before lunch,? and pressed the number 2 button.

She remembered what that meant and pulled herself up from the couch and camearound in front of me. She kneeled down, leaned forward to take me in her mouth,and started sucking. But she just wasn't that good at it. I guided her alongas she went. Faster, slower, take more of it, or less. She did whatever I saidand I made a kind of game of it.

Faster. Slower. Faster. Slower. It made me think of yesterday when I was makingthe two of them stand and kneel repeatedly and that was pretty much all ittook to get me to come.

She didn't seem to know what to do with it and I told her to swallow. Shemade a face but did it. ?Don't worry,? I said, ?I'll see that you get plentyof practice,? and laughed.

I had her sit back and wait for me while I went to the kitchen and made somelunch. It was only about eleven o'clock but I was hungry. I brought back aplate of various things and set it beside me. I motioned for her to come upclose.

As I ate I held out pieces of what I was eating so that she could share inthe meal. No instant meal today

When we were done eating I unlocked her hands, kissed her, told her I wasthrough with her for the day, and sent her back to her cell.

Taking it easy, part 2

I bundled some things together from one of the crates and brought them intothe living room. Then I went back to the kitchen and got more food, broughtit back, and placed the tray down next to the bundle.

I turned on Martha's video and pressed the button that would have her lockher hands behind her back. I summoned her to the living room. She knew thelocation from when I used her to map the house. She arrived quickly, whichpleased me, and I told her to kneel in front of her. She automatically startedto lean forward, expecting that was what I wanted, but I told her I just wantedto spend some relaxing time together. I brought the tray over and fed her lunch.

I enjoyed watching her take the food into her mouth from my fingers. As Ifed her I drank more of the wine and mentioned the delivery of the personalitems and money, as I had done with Linda. I told her I had used some of hermoney to buy the wine and that it was good. I told her that I enjoyed goingthrough her things, which now of course belonged to me. I couldn't help buttaunt her a little. She reacts so well. And react she did; her eyes got wideand angry. I loved it.

When I had finished with the feeding, I put the tray to one side and broughtover the package.

I removed a large bundle of sexy undergarments in a variety of pastel colors.I grinned widely as I held them, and said, ?Now this is very nice indeed. Ilike them a lot. I want to see what you look like in them.?

I unlocked her cuffs and had her back up a few feet. I pressed the 5 buttonand she immediately sprang to her feet and put her hands behind her head. Thatalso pleased me. She was doing much better. This was going well.

I went through the bundle one-by-one, and gave the items to her to put on.As soon as she had it on I would press the 5 button again and up went the handsand out went the legs. I had her turn around and I would decide how much Iliked it. As she turned around, I could see her new tattoo proclaiming herto be my property. I enjoyed that a lot too.

Those items that I really liked went in a pile to the right. Those I didn'tlike went to the left. The ones I wasn't sure about went behind her. I toldher I would throw out the things that I didn't like and have her wear the thingsthat I did like whenever it pleased me. I said that I would have to have hertell me about the times she had worn these in the past.

Toward the end I had her put on a very low cut soft violet colored bra thatshowed most of the top of her tits and had the very front part open so thather nipples stuck out. Even though there wasn't a lot of fabric there was alot of support and her tits were pushed up and out. Her nipples were erectnow and pointing directly at me in a way that was distracting. I had her puton a pair of similarly colored panties that had the bottom cut out.

?Wow, you look wonderful. I had no idea you were the sort that bought thingslike this.?

When she looked at me and saw me smiling she gave her tits a shake from sideto side. With her hands still behind her head the effect was fantastic. I wasfloored. She was really turned on by this.

I had her continue wearing what she had on, and locked her hands again behindher. Then I had her come over and lie next to me like I had done with Linda.I told her about the house, and some of the events of my life. As I did thatI was stroking her cheek and fiddling with her nipples.

Eventually it was late afternoon. I went to the kitchen and got a little moreto eat for both of us and I fed her again.

She seemed to be in a much better mood than yesterday so I decided to keepher with me for a while longer.

Taking it easy, part 3

I had her wait in the living room and let her listen to the music that wasplaying. I fixed Linda her evening meal and brought it to her along with atreat for dessert. I asked how she was doing and told her to get a good nightsleep.

I dashed upstairs with an idea and found some of the things that I had purchasedfrom the home improvement center the other day. I quickly went to the bedroomand screwed in a bunch of fixtures around the bed (which, frankly, was killingme since the base of the bed was made from expensive Brazilian wood and I wasdestroying it. The things I do for sex!) and attached cords to them. At theother end were latches that could slide along the cord, allowing them to beadjusted. I threw everything under the bed so it wasn't obvious and went backto get Martha. I brought her into the bedroom and she was actually smiling.

I had her remove what she was wearing and pressed the number 5 button. Shejumped on the bed and lied down with her legs apart, waiting for me. I toldher to get comfortable and pressed the ?sleep? button on her control device.While she was asleep I brought her hands above her and use the cords to keepthem in position. Then her legs got spread widely, cuffs put on her ankles,and the cords attached. I put a pillow under her head to prop up her head slightly.

I woke her up and when she started looking around I said ?Surprise!? and laughed.

She wasn't smiling any more and looked a little scared, but as soon as I startedgetting undressed she relaxed again. There wasn't anything in her sexual historywhich indicated she liked this sort of activity, but maybe that document hadmissed a few things.

I kissed her for a long time and she kissed back. I pulled back a little andmoved my hand over every part of her body that I could reach. I found the surfaceof her stomach to be an unexpected erogenous zone. Whenever I rubbed her stomachshe closed her eyes and breathed a little deeper. I took a long time touchingand enjoying her. She was definitely enjoying the attention.

I told her that I very much liked the idea of having her here like this andthat her body was great. ?Especially since I own it,? I said. I put my handdown to tweak the fold of skin above her vagina and said, ?this for example,mine.? I pushed my finger in her an inch or two and said ?mine.? I bought myhand up to her nipples and pulled on one of them so it extended out a few inchesand said ?and this too, mine.? I went down again, found her clitoris, and movedmy finger around it, very close but not actually touching the top. ?Even thisis mine now.?

?I'll tell you what really turns me on though: the control this gives me overyou,? I said as I reached over her to get the control device. Her mood startedto change but I quickly spun the custom-installed dial a little, and she reactedto it at once. She wasn't a moaner. She showed her reactions by pulling onall the cords that held her in place. When I moved my hand down to her vaginashe pushed hard against it.

I simply couldn't resist taunting her again and said ?You know you can't comeunless I press this button, right. If you've tried to give yourself an orgasmany time in the last week then you probably do.?

I didn't say I had seen her playing with herself, unsuccessfully, on the videofeed.

When I said that she made a face. Part angry and part excited, I would guess.And she let out a sound like ?aarrrrrrr,? and started pressing against my handagain.

I was very turned on myself and entered her. When I did, it was all I coulddo to meet her thrusting. I soon came, and when I was almost done I pressedthe little red button and she came so hard that her head was hitting the pillowwith a ?thump thump thump? noise and I thought she was going to pass out.

I very quickly released all the controls and stayed in her until she calmeddown, if for no other reason than to hold her down so she couldn't hurt herself.

After quite a while of kissing her around her face and neck I told her thatI had to put her back. She was nearly asleep, in spite of the fact that thecords were still holding her in place. I got her free and walked her back toher cell and went back upstairs.

Well that was quite an experience.

I thought back over today and it occurred to me that although the women werenot bad looking they could be much better with some muscle tone.

Also, now that we have had our day of bonding I need to get strict again.The motto for tomorrow would be ?discipline?. Hopefully they wouldn't hateme too much at the end of the day. I kept telling myself ?small steps? overand over.

?hmmm, what to do,? I thought as I fell asleep.

DAY 4

Getting strict ? part 1

I got up early. I had my own breakfast but decided not to bring the womenanything. Instead I went downstairs with a plan in mind. Directly across fromthe foot of the cellar stairs is a double width sliding door that slides backinto hidden holes in the doorframe. The doorway opens into a room that hasserved as my exercise room, although I have to admit it hasn't seen much activitylately.

I originally tried to make it as pleasant of a place as possible. There isno harsh lighting, only soft track lighting along the top of each wall. Eachof the side walls has a very large vid screen that I can use to display photosor video. The one on the right wall has a video loop of a sunrise I took onemorning from my living room window, and the one on the left wall and a videoloop of a sunset I took when I was visiting the desert in one of the Southwesternstates.

I pulled two treadmills together, side-by-side. Then I moved a bench withstuffed cushions to the back wall. I brought down what was left of the winefrom yesterday. Even though it was still early in the morning a little wineafter breakfast wouldn't hurt would it?

I went upstairs and poked around in a small room that I used as a sort ofworkroom. The footstool in the library that I had been so concerned about theother day was something I made myself from ridiculously expensive leather thatI had brought back from a trip. I still had some of that leather on a shelf.I cut a one-inch by two-foot strip and folded it back on itself to make itabout a foot long. I glued the folded leather together with furniture glue.I jammed it in my back pocket and went to the hall closet. I carried the containersof personal belongings downstairs and into the exercise room.

I sat on the bench and used the voice feature of the control devices to tellthe women that when their door opened they were to come to the bottom of thestairs. I opened their doors and waited. They both arrived at the same timeand I escorted them into the exercise room.

?Well, yesterday was great. You are both wonderful and having you here isexciting and I love it.? I paused for a while. ?But I really need to get backto establishing discipline?. The women both gave me a look that said ?Oh no,what's coming now. This can't be anything good.?

?In the short term I will probably make you absolutely miserable, and you'llhate me, but in the long run it will be easier for you.?

I almost threw in ?I'm just doing this for your own good,? but didn't thinkI could say it with a straight face.

?I've already told you that your personal hygiene was going to be crucialto this. Or at least to my own enjoyment of it.? I said and laughed. I don'tthink they got the joke. ?From now on I'm having regular inspections. You aregoing to get up every morning and immediately take a shower. You'll brush yourteeth after eating. You'll keep your cells spotless and organized. After usingthe toilet you will clean yourself the way you normally would and then usea wet washcloth to scrub yourself clean. And I mean scrub. Um, I guess that'sit for now. And if you don't do something you get punished. Understand?? Thesaid they did.

?And since I'm on the subject of punishment, I think I'm relying too muchon these controls to do things that I should do in a more personal way. So,if I punish you, your punishment will be a little more old fashioned. Probablyspanking at first. We'll see how it goes. But most important is that you aregoing to accept whatever punishment I want to give you. So far, when I tellyou to do something I can see you pausing to think about it, or trying to resistuntil you see me start to punish you. That is absolutely unacceptable. If youdon't accept the punishment, or resist, or delay, then I'll go right back tothe control devices. And I don't think that you'll like it. I've turned upthe intensity higher than it was before. This isn't something that is negotiable.Accept your initial punishment or get an even worse punishment.?

I had their complete attention. Not happy at all. But they were attentive.

?Also, even though the sex is great and you really are both very attractive,you need exercise. Maybe a lot of it. You both obviously have spent a lot oftime working behind desks.?

They were both standing there staring at me.

?OK, we are going to learn a new position. Get down on your hands and knees.Good, now drop further to your elbows and rest your forearms on the groundin front of you.? When they did that their new tattoos were very visible. Whata great idea that was. ?Great. Head down, rear end up, and spread your legs.? Iwaited until they got all this right and pressed the tone button 6.

?When you hear this tone you're going to take this position. And I want yourbehinds in the air.?

I pressed various combinations of 4, 5, and 6 to see them stand, kneel, anddo the knee-and-elbow thing repeatedly. I wanted this to be an automatic response.

?OK, great. Reach behind you and use your hands to spread your cheeks.? Theydefinitely didn't like the way this was sounding but they did it.

I walked in back of them like I was inspecting them carefully. ?Ugh, The twoof you both need improvement. I want your asses and vaginas both perfectlyclean and spotless. All the time. I think that I need to start this off witha strong reminder.?

I pressed the 6 button again and their arms went back out in front of them.

I took the leather strap I created upstairs, out of my pocket. The leatherwas smooth as butter and almost too flexible. I was great for furniture butI wasn't sure that it would as good for this purpose.

I knelt next to Linda and gave her a swat across the behind. I don't thinkit was hard enough to hurt all that badly but it made a heck of a ?smack? soundthat made both women jump. There were four more, which were equally as loud.I thought it was extremely significant that neither of them protested or triedto move away. I went to Martha and gave her five swats as well. I went backto the comfortable bench to sit down, and admire the redness in the women'scheeks.

?Stand up and turn around.? They did. They both had tears in their eyes, butI couldn't let that hold things up.

?I can see your pubic hair is starting to grow back already. I'm going toput power-cell shavers in your cells and I want you to remove whatever hairis there every morning. The area around your vagina is going to be perfectlyhairless, got it??

?Come over here.? I motioned for them to come over much closer to the bench.I had them do the stand, kneel, bend over thing again until they were sweating.Man I loved doing that. They quickly got red in the face and were breathingheavy. I shook my head and said, ?You really are out shape. That was awful.?

I brought them over to the treadmills. I gave Linda an elastic band to tieher hair back into a ponytail. Today was all about discipline, I reminded them,and once I told them to do something they were going to get punished if theydidn't.

I walked back to the bench, picked up the glass of wine, and used the homecontrol system, via the women's devices that I had next to me, to start thetreadmills into action. Linda wasn't expecting it and stumbled a little butrecovered and soon both women were walking at a brisk pace. I drank my wine,watched their bottoms bounce, and occasionally played with the treadmill'sspeed control. I kept the speed relatively slow so they wouldn't get tiredtoo quickly. I wanted to go through their personal effects.

I opened the crates and started looking at the stuff in them. I pulled outa lot of clothes, which would probably get thrown away, but it was fun to gothrough them. I examined a lot of pictures of the women with guys I didn'trecognize. There were some souvenirs. There were some letters that had beensaved. Those would make interesting reading, so I put them aside. Some of thethings had obviously been gifts. I found both women's computer tablets. Theyshould also be pretty interesting to examine, so they went in the ?keep' pile.

I kept the few things that I liked and put them aside. I decided I would clearoff a shelf in the library, next to the vases, and make a display area forthem. It would be a little shrine to my power over them. I really was havingway too much fun with this.

Getting strict ? part 2

I let them walk for twenty minutes at a time, stopping to let them rest anddrink water. Lots of water. Eventually, Linda turned around and said, ?CanI please stop, I have to go to the bathroom??

I walked over, stopped the treadmills, and had her come to me. I pressed the6 button on Linda's control and she went down into the knees-and-elbows positionwith her head down. Her body was glistening with sweat and she was breathingheavy from the exercise.

?What did you forget to say??

?Sir.?

I gave her five more swats on the bottom. I had her stand up, and broughther over to the small bathroom set into the back wall of the exercise room.I stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, watching and listeningto her pee.

Her face was almost as red as her bottom. When she finished I made a pointof reminding her about the cleaning routine and made sure she used the washclothto scrub herself clean.

I told Martha that she was next and for her to do the same.

Then back to the treadmill.

I let it go on for a while and walked over to the women. I stood to the side.I moved around to the front. I leaned against the wall with my arms foldedjust watching them and making sure I was in their line of sight so they couldsee me watching them. They looked exhausted.

I stopped the treadmills at 5 miles, and had them stand in front of me. Ipressed the 5 button and they went to attention with their arms behind theirheads. It took awhile for their breathing to return to normal and the wholetime I was waiting, Martha's tits were going up, down, up, down.

I said ?I didn't give you any breakfast this morning. I'm sending you backnow to scrub, clean, and organize your cells. I'll be back at some point afterlunch to take a look at what you've done. If I'm not satisfied, then not onlydo you get a spanking, but you won't get any lunch either. Understand??

?Yes sir? from both.

I sent them back and watched their progress on the screens. When they gotback to their cells they both collapsed onto their small couch-seats on thefar wall, and almost melted into the cushions. I thought, ?You had better notget too comfortable. I meant what I said.?

Intermission - A visitor

When I went upstairs to think about lunch there was a message on the homevideo system from a former girlfriend. We had been together three years andparted amiably. In fact, I had my taxes done through her tax preparation business.Her business was what actually caused us to separate. She said that it wastaking a hundred percent of her time and it wasn't fair to me for her to keepthe relationship going.

Her name was Elaina and her background was mostly Russian. Her half-closedeyes were a running joke between us. I always joked about her ?sleepy Russianbedroom eyes.?

When I transferred day-to-day control of my assets to the financial advisora couple of days ago, she received various sorts of mail and documents pertainingto my tax liability. She was calling about that and was curious if there wasanything wrong, or if I was going away.

I immediately returned the call. Her face filled my wall-sized video display.She had medium length light brown hair and a somewhat narrow face with highcheekbones that gave a sort of aristocratic look. I had such fond memoriesof our time together; she was one of the nicest women I had ever met. We chatteda few minutes, and then I invited her to come right over and bring the documentsthat she said I needed to sign.

While she was on her way over I dashed around the house to see if I left anytelltale stuff lying around that would make her ask questions.

When she arrived I gave her a hug and brought her into the living room. Wesat close to each other as we went over the documents. I signed what I hadto, and then we sat back and started just talking about ourselves, catchingup.

She looked great and I enjoyed being with her immensely. But I kept thinkingabout the two exhausted women in my cellar who should now be desperately cleaningtheir cells, and themselves, for my inspection later.

This created such a sexual tension and excitement in me that Elaina pickedup on it. She obviously thought that my attention was focused on her and thatshe was being irresistible. Well, she was irresistible, but the fact that wewere sitting right above two women I had just bought, and had sexual controlover, had a hold of my libido and wouldn't let go.

We started kissing and making out. Doing this right above my ?other women'was turning me on so much I almost jumped on top of her right there.

Happily, my arousal was having an effect on her too and after ten minutesof fondling on the couch she said the cliché'd line ?why don't we goin the other room??

Good grief, this was almost too much for me. I grabbed her hand and pulledher to the bedroom, but just before we went through the door I thought of the,um, special stuff that I had attached to the bed. I said that I needed a minuteto straighten up. She said she was just going to make a stop at the bathroomand would ?right back!!?

I just threw everything that looked weird under the bed and welcomed her backwith kisses and groping hands.

We were on the bed in seconds, fucking like rabbits.

The passion I was showing must have really taken her by surprise because beforeshe left she said that we should see each other once in a while when we couldmake the time. I said that would be absolutely fantastic and waved as she left.

I went, actually more like crawled, to the kitchen and made myself somethingto eat. It was around 11:30 and I decided to lie down and take a nap.

Getting strict ? part 3

An hour or so later I got up and took a shower. I checked on the women's videofeed and saw both of them still walking around their cells trying to straightenup whatever they missed. I strolled down to Linda first. When she saw me shewent over and stood to one side so I could see her handiwork. I went aroundand looked for anything that I could find that would let be give another spankingbut I didn't find a thing. I smiled, told her she did a fantastic job, andthat she must have spent the entire time she was in the cell cleaning. Shesaid ?yes sir? in a way that told me how worn out she was.

I walked over to Martha's cell and did a similar inspection, finding similarresults. I was a little disappointed. How could I get tough if they weren'tdoing anything wrong?

I had told both of them that not only were they not going to get punishedbut that I would make them some real food. Nothing instant today. When theyshowed good behavior they would get rewarded.

I went upstairs and made large full meals for them. It smelled really goodas I was carrying it down and couldn't resist sampling it. I expected themto grab at it but both of them were too tired. They did starting eating assoon as I put it down, though.

I told them not to go to sleep or anything, the day wasn't over yet. ThenI went upstairs to kill some time watching vids.

Later, an hour or so before dark, I had a snack, and checked in on my prisoners.They were both off the beds, but the way they were sitting in their couchesmade me think I had to go down there soon or they would pass out.

I used the voice feature of their controllers to tell them that when the dooropened they should both go back to the exercise room. I could see on the videothat their shoulders slumped and they both made pained expressions.

I hurried down to meet them as they arrived and had them stand in front ofme as I sat on the bench. I pressed the 4 button and they groaned and tooka long time to get down on their knees. Linda said ?Please?.sir?.I don't knowif I can do any more of this now. My legs are so sore they shake when I tryto walk.?

That seemed reasonable so I had them lie down and do sit-ups. To my count.1,2,3,? I kept the pace as fast as I could without having them start crying.

When I got tired of that I had them on their hands and knees doing a kindof modified push up. To my count.

When they couldn't take any more of that I told them it was over. I said thatI was purposely making things difficult for them because if they were goingto make it through this, they needed some serious behavioral changes. I saidthat I meant what I had stated earlier in the day - from now on I wouldn'taccept any more trouble from them.

I wanted to end the day with one last bit of fun.

I sent Linda back to her cell and could hear the door close. I took Marthaback to her cell and told her to lie back on the bed, with her hands behindher head, and with her legs over the edge, and to keep them far apart. I kneeledin front of her and ran my fingers around the inside of the upper folds ofskin on her vagina. When I found her clitoris I played with it like it wasmy own personal little toy. She couldn't come unless I pressed that magic buttonon the control device so I had her squirming and pushing and letting out themost pitiful sighs and groans. I let her come and her body jerked a few timesand that was it. I think she was just too tired to respond any more. I toldher she could finally go to bed now and left.

I walked down the hall to Linda and found her nearly asleep. I told her toget into the same position and started playing with her clitoris the same way.The sounds she made were anything but groans though. I could hear the ?owww? and ?ahhh? noisesechoing down the hallway. What must Martha think I'm doing to her poor friend?When I let her come she hardly moved. Her head came up and her face took onan intense but far-away look, and then it was over.

When I returned upstairs, and thought back over the events of the day, I thoughtthat things went well. They weren't happy but they always did what I told them.This was going so well it almost scared me.

DAY 5

Repetition, and a surprise

After what was now the usual morning ritual of them showering and me bringingthem their breakfast, I had them back into the exercise room.

There was a lot of groaning when I brought them there again, and more thana little relief on their faces when I didn't immediately start them out withsome kind of exercise.

I had them in position 4, on their knees.

I said, ?OK, this is going great. You survived yesterday's workout. I wantsomething from you now that is purely self-indulgent on my part. It will makeme happy. You want to make me happy right??

?Yes sir? from both of them.

?I'm going to add another tone. You are going to learn to say what I wantyou to say, sort of a little speech, when I press this button.? I pressed thetone 7 button. ?Your can hear that?? They said they could.

?Great. Let's start easy. When you hear that tone I want you to say ?I belongto' followed by my name.?

I pressed button 7 and they said it together. I loved hearing them say myname. I pressed it again and again.

?Add to that ?My body belongs to' followed by my name.? They gave me a mockingexpression on their face when they said, but they said it.

?You're doing great. Now let's add ?I do whatever I'm told'.? I pressed thebutton a number of times and they recited the three sentences every time.

I thought for a minute and added ?And to that add ?I am for the personal sexualuse of' followed by my name.? When they got to that line it was said with avery sarcastic tone in their voice, but I could live with a little sarcasmtemporarily so long as they learned and repeated it.

I had them recite over and over. I loved every minute of it. To break thingsup a little I combined it with the 3 positions. They did what ever the tonescommanded them. I have to admit that when I had them in the raised butt position,what I began to think of as the punishment position, and they got to the lineabout being them being for my own personal sexual use, I had to laugh out loud.It was so cool.

I kept this up for long time. I wanted the little speech so burned into theirminds that when they went to sleep they would be saying it in their dreams.

I had to admit, though, the whole thing was starting to look pretty bizarre.Two women, being commanded by something in their heads that only they couldhear, kneeling, standing, and getting into this ?punishment? position, andreciting those same lines over and over. If there had been someone watching,and they didn't know I was inducing the tones through the implants, they wouldhave thought that the women were insane.

I moved them over onto the treadmills. They hated getting up onto them. Istarted the treadmills moving and stood to one side to watch. I could see themwince from the pain of having to get their stiff muscles working again.

After a few minutes I started with the reciting again. Because they were walkingas they said it, the words took on the same rhythm as their steps. It was likea cadence that they were keeping time to. All the better to memorize it I thought.

The treadmill lasted maybe half an hour. After that were the sit-ups and modifiedpush-ups. The whole time I had them reciting their new speech. During the push-upsthey were facing me so I got another opportunity to enjoy the tattoos on theirarms. I pressed the 7 button so often my finger was sore.

I let them sit on the floor and rest comfortably for some time. Every fiveminutes, or so, I would press button 7 again. I never got tired of it.

I had put them through so much this week. They were going through the motionsnow in an almost mindless way. I needed them to purposefully commit themselvesto me.

?That drug company that wanted to buy your contract called me last night.They seem pretty desperate to get subjects for some tests they are running.The trial period is still not up yet and I can return you if you think thisis something that you can't deal with. It's up to you.?

I started to panic a little when Linda started crying and Martha looked likeshe was going to be sick. After a long time Linda said ?I'll stay.? I let passthe lack of ?sir.? When Martha heard her say that she agreed.

Emotions then spilled out of Linda. I think she had been saving this up sinceshe arrived. ?Where the hell is this going?? and ?This just keeps getting worse,what are you going to do with us?? and a lot of questions wanting to know howbad things were going to get in the future.

I said that I would be totally honest with them: it was about sex and power.I was going to take advantage of them. Having this sort of power over themturned me on. And I would probably continue to want more. I really have startedthinking of them as my property. On the other hand, I meant what I said aboutnot causing them any harm and that I would take care of them. I liked thema lot even if it didn't seem so today. I had always liked them.

I had no idea what to expect from them after this and their response surprisedme ? they seemed relieved. Both of them. I don't know what exactly they thoughtthis was leading up to, but my answer calmed them down.

Martha looked at me - ?Can I say something??

?Sure, go ahead.?

?Well, I would be willing to try to make this more, ah, agreeable, you know,with sex, if it wasn't so hard and frightening. The exercise yesterday?. Ithought I was going to die. And all this tone stuff?..its like you think we'rejust puppets or something.? ?I've spent the last week terrified. I really don'tknow how I can go through this if I always think that something worse is goingto happen the next day.?

?I so wish this had never happened,? said Linda, ?and I would rather be athome, and at work, and just having my old life back, but if I have to be herethen what she said is true for me too. I'll try to make this work somehow,even though it truly is weird , if I can just stop being soafraid. .? They both looked a little nauseous.

?I'm also really afraid what's going to happen to me a year from now. Fiveyears, or ten years from now. If you get tired of the sex, then are going toget rid of us? I don't want to have to go through all this and still end upbeing bought by a company and dying in some awful place.?

?Look, you are very safe. You'll be safe for the rest of your lives. I'm notgoing to let anyone else get to you. But, you understand this doesn't reallychange what I said. I mean I really expect you to do whatever I want. And you'llstill be punished if you don't. And I intend to be completely selfish abouthaving my own desires satisfied. And, ah, like I said, the power of this isexciting, so things like the tones are not going to go away.? Linda took adeep breath. Martha was mostly staring at me.

This was most unexpected. They seemed to be agreeing to what I wanted. Completely.Maybe they didn't really understand. ?I'll spank you whenever I feel like it.And make up whatever stupid rules I want. And I fully intend to let myselfenjoy the power this gives me over you. You're OK with this???

?No. But I can deal with it,? Linda replied. Martha nodded.

?So, um, I agree to take care of you for the rest of you lives, and see thatno harm comes to you, and, um, stop scaring you so much and you'll be my personalplaythings?? I had a look of quizzical disbelief on my face. I didn't reallybelieve they would agree to this sort of thing without a lot more coercion.

Martha blushed ?If I can, just once, get a good nights sleep, and feel thatthings are not falling apart around me. And if you don't get into anythingviolent or disgusting??? ,and in a sarcastic tone, said ?I could probably livewith being ?for your personal sexual use' ?

?Good grief, how can I possibly say no to that? I just want to make sure youunderstand, I'm going to hold you to all this. There is no complaining later.? Theylooked at me and said nothing.

I sat there stunned and happy.

Taking advantage - 1

It was almost noon and I was sitting in the living room staring out the window.What these women had said threw me completely off balance. Not that I'm complaining.It was just that I had assumed it would be a continuous struggle, and theywere almost handing me exactly what I wanted.

I brought the Martha and Linda their lunch and came back to the living room.They had both looked at me warily and I think that they expected me to saysomething. At the time I couldn't really think what to say.

I had the women's control devices with me so I switched into video mode towatch them for a few minutes. They were both sitting quietly. I pressed Linda'sbutton 1 and she jumped up and struggled to lock her hands behind her. I hadher come to the living room. She was there quickly, and as she entered shelooked at me expectantly. When she was in front of me I told her that I wasn'treally sure what to say. It seemed like things had changed a lot but I wantedto know if wanted to say anything more.

She shrugged her shoulders and had a sort of helpless look on her face likeshe didn't really know what to say either. ?Look at it from my perspective.There's no way out of this. I sure as hell don't want to be used in some medicalexperiment. I'm just trying to get the best future I can. And besides, I thinkyou were serious about taking care of us. You were, right??

I said of course I was.

?I won't pretend to like this. I'm still pretty scared that you're going towant way more from me than I can deal with.?

I must have smiled when she said that because she looked at me odd. ?What?? Iasked.

?I don't know, you just had a look on your face. Do you want something rightnow??

I was a little embarrassed but told her what I had thinking about when I hadher here last, with her hair in my lap, and what I wanted to use it for.

She made a ?yuck? face, and said with a smirk ?I guess I can't say no canI.? She turned around and sat with her back to me.

I brought her hair into my lap like I did last time. She was moving aroundto get into a better position. She tilted her head back, and said, ?Is thisOK??

?God, is it ever.?

I got my penis out and had it wrapped in her blonde hair so fast I laughedout loud. ?I really can not believe this,? I said.

I moved myself through her hair as slowly as I could, trying to experiencethe cool softness of it, but gave up, and went right for the climax. Her opennessto my idea was astonishing. Of course I'll take care of her if this is whatI get in return! I just held myself in her hair until I calmed down.

I sort of straightened out her hair the best I could.

When I was back to breathing normally I said, ?You know, it occurs to me thatyou are already taking a lot of liberties. You have completely forgotten tocall me sir when you talk to me.?

?Sorry sir?

?Um, that's not good enough.?

I pressed the 6 button and she went into the punishment position. Her handswere still locked behind her so she couldn't extend her arms in front of her.That was ok with me. I liked seeing her this way. I gave her five light swatson the rear. Instead of getting back onto the couch I stayed next to her andstarted moving my hand over the area I had just spanked. It looked and felthot, but the leather didn't really leave marks. I think the choice of thatleather was good; it was soft enough not to hurt too badly. I brought my handunder and played with her vagina slowly and for a long time. I would only touchher clitoris for brief moments and then move away. It took a while, but I hadher to point of an orgasm more than once but wouldn't let her have it. Shefidgeted and made noises whenever it seemed like I was going to stop. I broughtmy fingers up a little and circled her anus. ?You have been keeping yourselfclean like I wanted,? I said.

My fingers went around and around her opening. I think this was the firsttime she had experienced anyone playing with her there and she tried to pullaway a little. I gave her another swat and told her to stay still. With myleft hand I reached over to the couch to get her control device. I adjustedthe stimulation dial a little at a time, with my other hand always touchingand probing a little into her anus. I waited until she started making the kindsof noises she had made the other night before I let her come. When she cameshe became almost rigid for a while, just like last time, and then just collapsed.

I went to the couch and brought her in front of me again, held her, and pulledthe hair out of her face.

She looked at me and said, ?This?is?so?fucking?.weird.? ?Sir.?

I sent her back to her cell with unlatched cuffs, told her to take a showerand that I would be down later with something for her to eat.

Taking advantage - 2

I immediately had Martha come to the living room. I unlocked her hands andhad her sit in front of me, casually. I asked her if she had anything to say,as I did with Linda. Her response was mostly the same ? making the best ofa bad situation.

?Was it that bad the other night when I had you in bed?? I asked.

She had fire in her eyes but didn't say anything about that. She did say,though, that she was still afraid of what would happen if I got tired of her.She had heard stories of people going in to this Private Internment programand disappearing soon after. She had a distant relative whose drug relatedcrimes had got him into exactly that position.

?You are with me for the rest of your life. Like it or not. If I get tiredof you maybe that would be a good thing. You could finally get some peace andquiet.?

She said she was OK with ?the sex thing' but a lot of the other stuff shedidn't like. She was acting a little snarky, and I thought maybe she was takingtoo much for granted. My reply was basically ?Too bad.?

?In fact,? I said, ?I am going to make you miserable with the whole ?obedienceand punishment' matter until you accept it. No way out. You even agreed toit not more a couple hours ago.?

She was right in the middle of a ?Yes, sir, but?? when I pressed the 5 buttonand she had to get up and stand in front of me with her arms in back of herhead.?

I told her that she had not spread her legs enough and pressed the 1 punishmentbutton. She squealed and said ?I'm sorry sir!?

I had her shake her tits back and forth. I loved it. Then I told her to stayin the same basic position but lean forward and shake them again. It was evenbetter. I had her do that four or five times, and then straighten up.

?So you're ?OK with the sex thing' are you? That covers a lot of ground. It'sup to me now what you experience, you know.? I said taunting her.

I sat there with her control device in my hands moving the stimulation dialup, then down, then up, then down. I would turn it off for a while, and thenback on again. She struggled to maintain her composure, and would not lookat me.

?Please, sir,? she said.

I pressed the 7 button again to hear her go through the little speech again.I decided that I wasn't going to let her come and turned down the knob.

I let her stand there for a minute and told her to come kneel in front ofme. I reattached the lock on her cuffs. I played with her tits for a while,lifting them up a little and letting them drop, so I could watch them bounce.I ran my hand through her hair and said, ?hair is sort of a special turn onfor me,? and laughed at the private joke.

?I think that I'll let your hair get a lot longer. I'll expect you to takegood care of it.?

I ran my hands down her sides. I said ?Maybe I should put you on a diet too.I'll see if I what the market has for diet meals.?

I played with the knob some more while she was in front of me. At one pointI had the knob up a ways and took her by the back of the neck and forced along kiss. I could feel her try to kiss, breath through her nose, and attemptto ignore the buzzing that was torturing her clitoris.?

I turned leaned back and turned down the knob.

?The ?sex thing' can be as easy or difficult as anything else. It all dependson what I want to do with it. Right??

?Yes sir?

?I'm not going to let you come. I know it's mean, but I believe you thoughtI conceded more than I did during our conversation downstairs. Like I saida few minutes ago, you are indeed going to be with me for the rest of yourlife. Which makes it all the more important to work out the obedience sideof things. Don't you think??

?Yes sir?

I released her hands again and sent her downstairs.

Shortly afterwards, I brought the women their meals and came upstairs to watcha movie on the vid.

Today was truly a pleasant surprise.

Resolution

After the movie, I got thinking about the situation, and tried to put myselfin their positions.

I went downstairs and had a talk with each of them. I said that this was abizarre relationship that we had, but still a relationship. I would sometimesbe spending time with them, in a casual way, with no demands on them, becauseI really liked them and wanted to just have them around me. I was OK with givingthem some time to themselves and providing something in their cells for musicor video. Eventually they could come upstairs and have more freedom. But whenI did want more they had to adapt or be punished. No matter what it was. Iwould decide if it was appropriate or not. I was going to insist on total control.Nothing dangerous or impossible, more like living with a control freak. Anextreme control freak.

This seemed to settle the matter. Less than a week from start to finish. Nowit was just a matter of enjoying my new lifestyle.

DAY 6

Settling In - 1

Before I went to bed, I took the vid camera that I usually had with me onvacation and mounted it on the back wall of the exercise room. It connectedto other computers or other equipment with a wireless link and I could geta connection with the home system, no problem. I was able to feed that video,on another channel, to their control devices.

I wanted to establish routine. I had the home system give a wake-up call totheir cells at seven o'clock. This would be their new daily time to rise. Beforethey could get into the shower I used the voice feature of their control devicesto tell them I wanted them in the exercise room, and opened the doors. Theydragged themselves down the hallway, probably realizing that this was goingto be an every-day thing now. I was really getting to like this voice feature.It was like magic. I could be sitting in my living room, enjoying the viewand having my morning coffee, and be giving them instructions no matter wherethey were.

I told them I wanted 20 minutes on the treadmill. I told them about the videocamera (I don't think they knew yet about the cameras in front of their cells)and that I would be checking on them. I could see them look around to findthe camera. Martha even waved. They got up on the treadmills and I startedthem in motion. I kept it reasonably easy.

When twenty minutes was up I had them go to the center of the room and dothe sit-ups and the modified push-ups. I could see the two of them saying thingsbut could not quite hear what was being said. I would have to do a better jobwith the audio.

Then, back to the cells and a shower. I used the voice feature again to tellthem I was still very serious about keeping their cells and themselves clean,and that I would do an inspection when I brought them their breakfasts.

I was getting a little tired of having to run downstairs all the time to bringthem their meals. I made a call to the same contractor that had built the cellsand asked if he could an emergency job. I mentioned a large amount of moneyand he said he would be over soon.

I went quickly downstairs, told the women that something had come up and theywouldn't be getting breakfast just yet. I would make it up to them with a betterlunch. They weren't too happy. I had them come upstairs into the bedroom andlie down as they had before. They looked worried so I explained that nothingwas going to happen to them, I just needed them out of the way for a whileso I could have someone come over and do a little work downstairs. Then I hitthe sleep button and they were out like a light.

The contractor arrived soon after. He made a couple of holes in the floorwhere necessary, put supports in place, and spayed instant-wood around thesupports. He added a few openings at the appropriate places, installed slidingdoors, and within a couple of hours I had two dumb-waiters that I could useto send food downstairs into the cells. Unfortunately, because of where thecells were located, the dumb-waiters were some distance from the kitchen, andseparated from each other, so I still had some walking to do, but it was abig improvement.

I woke the women and brought them downstairs again, groggy but OK. They hadhad to sleep for longer than I expected and it was now about eleven o'clock.I hoped they wouldn't have trouble getting to sleep tonight. They immediatelysaw the new column in their cells rising up into the floor above them. I explainedwhat it was for and said to expect something to eat soon. I went upstairs,made them what I thought was a pretty decent meal to make up for the lack ofbreakfast, and sent it down. When the tray got to the bottom a little ?ding? noisewent off, that would announce the arrival of their food.

I could watch them, on their video feeds, opening the sliding doors and takingout the food.

This was good. Not only did it save me a lot of work, but also reinforcedmy control over them in a subtle way. Now I didn't have to bring them foodall the time like I was a waiter.

I wandered around my house for a while feeling a little lost. It was becomingdifficult for me to not have one of the women I owned with me. A little afternoon I went to the living room and summoned both of them upstairs.

I had them sit on the floor in front of me and warned them that all the previousrules applied. There would be spankings, or worse, if they forgot the ?sir? whenthey were speaking, and so on. I think that Martha was self-conscious afterthe diet remark I made yesterday and I could see her try to sit in a way thatemphasized the good parts of her figure (she looked fine, I had just been teasingher). I guess I was pleased that she was making the effort. She cared whatI thought about her. That was encouraging.

I had them talk about their accident and their experience later in the trial.I didn't really want them forgetting why they were here and this would givethem a chance to get it out of their systems. The descriptions of the accidentwere pretty grim and it sounded like the two weeks they spent with the CriminalJustice system went by like it was all a terrible dream. I think they welcomedthe chance to finally talk about it.

I said that I saw them talking in the exercise room and asked them what theywere saying. The said that it wasn't much, just that they couldn't believewhat a nightmare the last few weeks had been, and how weird this had turnedout. They both looked at me when they said that, wondering if I took offenceat the word ?weird? but I said I agreed with them.

We spent a lot of time making small talk.

Eventually I said that our situation was the ultimate male fantasy and smiled.I had them both come over to the couch and sit up close on either side of me.I stroked their hair and faces like they were pets. Both of them respondedto it OK. I put my hands on the backs of their necks and felt the softnessof their skin, I had them turn around and kneel facing me. I tweaked and pulledon their nipples. They both looked embarrassed, and would glance at each otherand make a sort of pained giggle, but made no effort at all to pull away. Ifondled their tits for a few minutes, bringing my hands around them enjoyingthe softness, the heat I could feel from their skin, and the way they moved.I sat back and just looked at them a while, giving them commands ? ?lift yourhead? or ?turn to the side.?

I said that I didn't get a chance to do my inspection and had them move awayfrom the couch and face the windows. I pressed the 6 button and they went intothe bent-over punishment position. I told them to reach behind them and ?spreadit.? I kneeled down between them and put my hand between their outstretchedcheeks. I moved my fingers around the puckered part of their openings, goingaround in little circles. I would stop and pinch the skin lightly, causingsome ?ooff? noises to come from them. When I tried pushing a finger in a little,there were protests.

I took the spanking leather out of pocket and said, ?First, as the speechI had you memorize so clearly states, your bodies belong to me. Secondly, youalso keep forgetting to say ?sir'.?

I gave them both a quick 5 swats and went right back to playing with them.I pushed in no more than enough to separate the skin and got grunts and whiningnoises from them, but they didn't resist. I thought that was good enough fornow and went back to the couch. I had them stay in that position and told themthat I enjoyed seeing them like that. I had them turn facing me and I pressedthe button again and they went down with outstretched arms. I asked them whatthey thought of the tattoos. They were both honest and said that they hatedthem and it had freaked them out when it happened. I said I appreciated theirhonesty, but that I loved the tattoos, and that seeing them turned me on.

Linda said, ?What doesn't turn you on.? ?Sir.?

I thought that was hilarious and laughed. ?When it comes to the two of you,not much.? I said. I was honest with them again and told them what a power-tripit had been receiving their personal items and going through them.

Martha got very serious and said that it was a shock to her how the life shehad before just disappeared in two weeks. Everything was gone ? freedom, possessions,money. Everything. Even contact with friends.

?I just?, I don't really know how to be like this. Everything now dependson you,? she said, looking at me.

I nodded sympathetically and didn't tell her how much that also turned meon.

Settling In - 2

We sat there for a while not saying much. I had them sit over against thewall under the windows and we listened to music. I loved just watching them.Whenever I caught a glimpse of the tattoos I thought that it had been sucha great idea, regardless of what they thought of it.

I felt like coming. I played a little mental game, looking back and forthbetween them, and thinking that if I chose that one I could do this thing withher, or if I picked the other I could do this other thing with her. I settledon Martha.

I told them that after the evening meal I might let them come up to the mainroom where the large video screen was and we could watch a movie. They wereenthusiastic about getting out of the cells and having some kind of normalexperience. I sent Linda back to her room and told her not to ?get lost? onthe way with yet another reminder about the tracking. I let Martha watch mefollow Linda's progress until she was in her cell.

When I didn't send Martha immediately back to her cell she looked at me, raisedan eyebrow, and said ?I guess I'm ?for your personal sexual use' again.? ?Sir.?

I motioned her forward, locked her hands behind her, and pulled her up veryclose. I kissed her. She smelled very good and when she kissed back I couldfeel strands of her hair touching my face. I backed away a little and toldher to ?say the speech? without me pressing the button, which she did. I reachedbehind her and held on to her butt while I kissed around the collar she waswearing. It occurred to me that I had not got much use out of the collars latelyand would have to do something about that tonight.

I held her tits from underneath and moved them from side to side. I said thatdoing that gave me an idea, although it was what I had planned on doing whenI chose her. I took out my erection and told her to bend down a little. I buriedmyself between the tits and told her how warm and great that felt. She wasnot sure exactly what to do and started moving up and down while I held hertits in place, looking at me to see if that was what I wanted. It felt betterthan I expected but what really had me was seeing her doing something a littleodd, without me telling her to do it, in order to please me. She was activelytrying to please me.

I came and I didn't let go until I was completely done. She just kept movinguntil she felt me let go. It was a bit of a mess but I didn't clean her offright away. I let her know that I thought her reaction to my desire made mehappy and they would definitely be getting the movie night I mentioned.

I didn't have anything on hand to clean her up with so I brought her intothe nearest bathroom and took my time getting her back to normal. I told herI was really starting to think of her tits as mine, and liked handling them.In response, she shook them a little and said, ?Well, please take good careof them. They've been with me for a long time.? ?Sir.?

I sent her back downstairs and reminded her, as with Linda, about ?gettinglost.?

Settling In ? 3

After sending down their meals, I brought my own food to the living room andwatched the sun go down over the valley.

I checked on the video feeds to make sure they were finished and pressed thebutton that would send them to their doors with locked hands. I didn't openthe doors as usual this time. I went to the library and got the leashes, thenheaded downstairs to fetch my movie companions.

I stopped first at Martha's cell, brought her out, and attached the leash.We walked down to Linda's cell and I did the same with her. On the way upstairsI had them walk in front of me, with me holding the leashes in my hands. Ithink that they were purposely walking in a way that made their rear ends bounce.As we went up the stairs Linda asked what movie it would be and I told her.They didn't seem to be disappointed in my choice.

I brought them to the main room and, putting down the leashes temporarily,piled some cushions against the front of the couch that faced the wall-screen.Picking up the video remote, I put myself down in the middle and had them liedown on either side of me. I released their hands and told them I would likeit if they cuddled up next to me and held my arms while we watched the movie.I was living a fantasy. Actually, I don't think any of my fantasies had everbeen this good.

DAY 7

Getting a little tough again

In the morning, I let the women out of their cells again for the treadmillexercise. While they were doing that I strolled downstairs and sat behind themand watched. In truth, I was concerned about this getting too friendly andwanted to keep my prisoners a little off balance

After the twenty minutes was up I turned the treadmills off. When turned aroundand saw me there they were taken aback and came to me. I told them that whilethis was turning into something, I hoped, gave them the kind of security theyhad talked about a couple of days ago, I wanted to maintain control and thatI did warn them that I would be making them miserable sometimes.

I told them that I know they didn't like the tone commands but that I did,and proceeded to go through the positions. With the speech thrown in occasionallyfor the fun of it. I kept them moving up and down at what I thought was a reasonablepace. I could see that this was bringing back the pain in their legs so I switchedto the sit-ups. I had that go on until they were having trouble with it. Thenfinally the modified push-ups.

After letting them rest a while, I told them I wanted to just indulge myself.They were going to have to suffer through this. Sorry, but that was the wayit was.

I told them I felt like playing with their vaginas and had them lay in frontof me and take spread eagle position and to stay like that. I got down betweenMartha's legs and did whatever I felt like doing with her vagina. I pulledthe lips out, moved them to the sides, and gave them little pinches. I likedthe way the crease of her legs felt and would often go out there to rub theback of my hand against them, and down to her upper thighs. I ran my hand overwhere her pubic hair would have been and told her that she was doing a goodjob of keeping the hair removed.

Inevitably, I started playing with her clitoris. I was very gentle about it,sometimes barely touching it. But I did it for a long time and it was drivingher totally crazy. Finally I said that I didn't really think I should let eitherof them come right now and stopped playing with it.

I moved over to Linda, who having heard what Martha went through and thatI wasn't going to let them come, immediately started whimpering. She had amore difficult time of it. I wasn't getting the kind of noise from her thatI enjoyed, and I suspect that having Martha right next to her was a littlehumiliating. When I got tired of playing with her I stopped and went back tothe bench.

I played stupid little word games where I would tell them to say things. Usuallyit was something crudely sexual of course. Like how desperately they had wantedme when we were working together. Or how they couldn't sleep just thinkingof the next time I would fuck them. They got into it and would act it out.

I had them take dumb but difficult poses. ?On your hands and knees. Stickyour right leg out straight. Keep your head up, look at the ceiling.? Theydid all of this but I could see some real anger at having to go through it.By the end of that they were fuming.

I pressed the 6 button putting them into the punishment position. I said thatthey were showing too much ?attitude? and I was going to punish them. Justbecause I could.

So far I had kept any spanking to 5 swats. This time I kept the swats prettylight but let them go on. I started with Linda this time. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.Then Martha. Their behinds were both bright pink.

I waited a few minutes to let them simmer and then sent them to the cells,saying that they should take a shower and that I would be soon sending downbreakfast.

They had angry faces as they walked away, and I could feel some of that good-willI had perhaps evaporated, but I did warn them that I was going to be self centeredabout this, and this was what I wanted. There would be morequiet days to make up for it.

I went upstairs to fix the breakfasts, which were more like brunches now,and sent them down.

Soon after they ate I went down to Linda's cell and had her kneel in frontof me with her hands locked. I played with different parts of her body. Notso much in a sexual way, but more like I was just getting familiar with a newpossession.

I ran my fingers around her ears, or along her cheekbone. I spent a lot oftime fooling with her hair. I spent just as much time tugging on her nipples,pulling them out a ways and letting them snap back. This sort of thing wenton for a good forty-five minutes. The first ten minutes she did a lot of fidgetingand wouldn't look at me because of what happened before breakfast, but aftera while she just gave up and resigned herself that she was stuck there untilI decided to stop.

When I got tired of that I went to Martha and did exactly the same thing.I had had a solid hour and a half of touching, poking, prodding, fondling,tweaking, rubbing, and just enjoying their bodies. Which left me pretty keyedup, but I was trying to pace myself with the sexual activity. I didn't wantto burn out.

Well, maybe. The best laid plans of mice and men oft go astray.

Intermission ? a second visit

No sooner than I had gone upstairs and taken a quick shower, than the housecontrol system gave a little alarm. I checked what the deal was and saw thatsomeone had driven up the driveway and was coming toward the house. It wasElaina.

In a panic I did the house search for any evidence that would give away mynew lifestyle and answered the chime at the door.

She said that she ?was just in the area and thought she would stop in.?

I brought her into the library and fixed an early lunch (it was almost eleven)for us. We sat by the library window and talked. We made some small talk atfirst. She was looking around and noticed the two new hand blown glass vases.When she asked me about them, and the other new things on the shelves, I almostchoked on the food. I said I found them in an antique store in a nearby city.She said my new possessions were very nice. I said I agreed with her, my newpossessions were indeed very nice, and I intended to take good care of them.In fact, I said, I had just been giving my new possessions an examination shortlybefore she had arrived. I found them to be even more valuable than what I hadpaid for them. I was sure that they would give me many hours of pleasure. Shewas starting to look at me a little strange so I stopped with the possessioncomments.

She told me about her tax business, which had become very successful, andhow she was now making the kind of profit from it that let her move from herapartment. She had bought a fairly traditional house in the area just betweenthe city and the valley. I knew that zone to be very safe, having passed theguard booths often. This put her only 20 minutes from where I lived. She wasn'tin a relationship, and when we had our little encounter the other day it madeher feel she should stop working the long hours and get back into some kindof social life. She looked at me directly when she said that, and I suspectedI was the more or less the social life she was talking about.

I quickly said that I was in a stage of my life, that, ah?, um?, I neededto just relax and not get too involved. I told her that she was my only reallove (which wasn't entirely true), smart, and kind, and I found her incrediblyattractive (quite true), but I needed some time for myself to figure out whatI wanted to do next. I said it was a shame that we seemed to be on ?differentschedules? and that I wished she had become ?available? sooner.

She looked a little disappointed but not heartbroken, which of course disappointedme, and then she said that, ?we could still see each other, maybe.?

Well, of course that soon led to the bedroom. When we were together we kneweach other well enough that lovemaking had been slow and sweet. We knew whatto do and when to do it. Toward the end of the relationship it had become eventoo comfortable. Right now though, whatever we did I couldn't help but rememberwhat I was doing only a couple of hours with two females bodies that I literallyowned. Which made me take a much more, um, aggressive approach.

Linda's cell was, I think, almost directly below us. I couldn't stop thinkingabout the last week, my new lifestyle, and the fact that both of my women weredown there right now waiting for me whenever I wanted them. I was on fire,and technique be damned, I was letting my lust take control. I was having somevery wicked fantasies about having a normal relationship with Elaina upstairsand my ?other? lifestyle downstairs. We fucked with the excitement of the firsttime we were together.

Afterwards, I lied there on my back staring at ceiling. What the hell am Ithinking? Can I really do this? What if she finds out? Am I insane?

It was a sign of my poor state of mind that I was really considering gettingsomething going with Elaina. Maybe I could convince her that we could haveour time together at her house.

We cuddled together and I couldn't help but think of last night with ?my women? oneither side of me.

When I started having fantasies about having my tattoo on Elaina's arm I knewthat I needed to calm down.

We got dressed and sat in the living room for a while, talking, and lookingout the window to see if we could her house in the distance. We stood therefor a few moments kissing and making moon-eyes at each other, and then shewas gone. Back to her work.

Maybe this is all getting to be too much

Brief rewards all round

Basking in the glow of my experience with Elaina, I took yet another quickshower, and went downstairs.

I went first to Martha, who went back to the angry look when she saw me openingthe door.

I sat on the small couch and brought her in front of me again.

?I pissed you off this morning didn't I??

?Yes sir.?

?Some of that didn't really make sense did it??

?No sir.?

?But you did it anyway, right??

?Yes sir.?

?That was actually the point of the whole thing. I need to reassure myselfthat I still have the power over you that turns me on so much.?

?Yes sir?

?You trust me, right? At least, more than you did when you got here? You knowI wouldn't let things get out of control, right??

?Yes sir?

?Then I should reward you. What would you like? Would you like me to let youhave the orgasm I wouldn't let you have earlier??

?Another day of peace and quiet would be nice,? she said. ??.And let me come,? shesaid looking happier. ?Sir.?

I leaned back, lengthwise, on the couch and had her rest herself on top ofme with her hands and legs on either side. I told her to kiss me. If she keptkissing me, passionately, I would let her come. But if she stopped then sowould I. She put some effort into it. I waited for a few minutes before usingthe dial because I was enjoying it so much. When I used the dial to stimulateher, it was all she could do to keep her mouth on mine. I could feel the heatfrom her face. And her breath on my face. And lots of squirming around. I decidedI would maybe do this a lot more.

I let her come. Her pelvis ground into me. I had her lie on me for a minuteor two with my arms around her.

Then, off to Linda's cell.

I did the same thing and loved the feel of being covered by all the hair aroundmy face when she was kissing me. Kissing did not exactly stop her from makingwhat were now her trademark noises and it added to the pleasure. When she came,it was again like she was having a seizure, followed by the total collapse.I held her a while and then went back upstairs.

Meals for me and my women.

Followed by down-time in front of the vid, watching early twenty first centurysitcoms.

Another great day.

DAY 8

Experiments ?the concept

I got up early and brought my coffee into the living room to watch the lightfrom the sunrise move it's way down the tall buildings of the city. If I lookedfar to the right I could see little sparkles of light on the ocean.

At seven the women were awakened by the alarm, and sent them off to theirmorning exercise. It was such a nice way to start the morning. I had my feetup, enjoying the view, sometimes watching my women on the screens, and occasionallygiving orders and correcting posture. They were over the initial pain of startingan exercise regimen so I increased the treadmill to 25 minutes and upped therepetitions for the other exercises. There was grumbling but no outward complaints.

After the morning meal I brought them both to me, still using the living room,and had them sit on the floor again. I told them that since yesterday was anotherdifficult day for them today would be something more fun.

I told them that the theme was, and always would always be, my love of thecontrol, but this time I wanted them to choose something themselves. I am goingto indulge myself again today but let you choose what sort of power-trip itwill be for me. I reminded them yet again that I had no intention of harmingthem and that they could put some reasonable amount of trust in my actions.The worst that you will always have to suffer through, I said, was my annoying,self-centered, love of having them under my power. Which would normally bea relationship-killer, but this was no ordinary relationship, was it?

I said that I would send them back downstairs and let them think about itfor a few minutes and then be down to see what they came up with.

I visited Linda first. I put her kneeling in front of me, as I sat on thesmall couch. She started by saying that the tone thing made her feel like apuppet on a string. If we were going to be doing this for the rest of our lives,wouldn't it be good to have experiences that were more personal in nature.

I said that the direction she was heading in didn't sound like it was reallyfollowing the theme of the day ? letting me indulge my power-trip fantasies.

She said that I had not had her in a bed yet, and if I did she would be likea sex slave, doing whatever I wanted.

I said that I could have that anyway, if I wanted to. What makes this special?

Well, she said, she would really, really, try to pleaseme, rather than just go through the motions.

Ok! That was pretty good. I said that I would make it a little more interesting.If I thought that she did a good job I would let her come and spend a littlemore time with her afterwards, just being close. If I thought that she wasn'ttrying hard enough I would send her back to her cell with a spanking and noorgasm.

It seemed to me that she was looking for ways to get me to bond with her.That was OK with me. I did worry about her feeling too isolated. Plus, of course,it obviously sounded fun.

Off to Martha's cell.

Her answer was a little hard to figure out at first.

She started out with what was, I thought, an amazing confession. When I hadstarted using the tones to have her lock her hands behind her back and comeupstairs, she was scared, but also very turned on by it. Responding to my voice,which just appeared out of nowhere, was frightening. And it was exciting. Walking,through the door of her cell, with her hands locked, and heading into somethingunknown was frightening. And it was a turn-on. When I had her tied to my bedshe was scared. And it was exciting. My having control over her orgasms was very frightening,and very frustrating, and she couldn't stop thinking aboutit.

She then tried to make a point that sounded a lot like what Linda had beensaying. If this was going to be a permanent arrangement then she was hopingthat I work on the ?trust thing? more. And she went back to the idea she hadmade a couple of days ago that she wanted a sense that the future was goingto be OK.

I said that I didn't have any idea where she was going with this

?Well, ah, I was just thinking that, ah, you could, like, sort of experimentwith, your control over me, sort of, and, I could see if, you know, I can trustyou.? ?Sir,? she said, red-faced and looking everywhere but directly at me.

I said I had no freaking idea what she was talking about.

?Well, ah, you could, I don't know, tie me up or something. I don't mean,like all the time or anything, but today. I mean, you seem to like my bodyright? Even though I need to go on a diet.? ?Sir.?

Ah. I think I get it.

I said that that sounded great. And the diet thing was just me teasing her.

I went upstairs and made a directory check on the web and found a store inthe city that would have what I wanted. Not too much, just a couple of thingsthat would make this morning work. I offered a 100 dollar tip if they coulddeliver within the hour and they said that wouldn't be a problem.

The ties that bind

I waited for the small package and went to closet to collect a few more things,then walked into the living room, sat comfortably, and summoned Martha upstairsto me.

She looked nervous as she came through the door. She walked directly to me,kneeled in front of me, and said, ?I'm all yours.? ?Sir.?

I took a small paddle out of the package I had sitting next to me and showedit to her. ?This will work better than the leather thing I've been using.?

She made a sort of ?mmph? sound, and her moved her eyebrows down in a waythat would normally mean concern but her face was flushed.

?See, it even has your name stamped on it. It's just for you. I'll tell yousomething else ? you bought it. I used the bankcard that is tied to the moneyI received from your retirement account. I love using your money for my ownfun.?

Now her face was flushed and she was taking deeper breaths.

I set the paddle aside and took out the soft violet colored bra and pantiesthat I had liked so much and handed them to her.

?Put these on. Slowly.?

She stood up and put them on, slowly.

?Great. Come back here.?

She kneeled down again and I couldn't help take a moment to play with thenipples that were sticking out the little holes in the front of the bra. ThenI had her turn slightly so I could lock her hands behind her. When she turnedback to me I already had the next item out of the package ? a very lightweightand thin blindfold kind of thing that was held in place by small elastic cordson the ends, which would slip over her ears. It was only an inch and a halfby six inches; just enough to cover her eyes. The material was exceptionallythin and lightweight so that it would conform to the contours of her face easily.I reached up, slipped the ends over her ears, and got it into position.

I told her that she was right about me liking her body. I said that I alsodiscovered last night that I really liked the way she kissed. I lifted herchin with my fingers and kissed her. She tried to kiss back but I had alreadypulled back and her lips were kissing air. I thought that was cute, so I didit again and wasn't disappointed when she did the same thing.

?As nice as you kiss,? I said, ?I think you need more practice.?

I put my hand against her cheek and brought it down in front of her mouthand had her kiss my hand. I put the paddle in front of her mouth and told herto kiss it. I told her that she didn't kiss it with enough passion. ?You wantthe paddle to be your friend, don't you? It may be called on to punish youthis morning.? She put a lot more effort into it.

I had her move back a few feet, removed my slip-on shoes I was wearing, andtold her to kiss my feet. Since she couldn't see, and didn't know where myfeet were, she leaned over and spent a while just moving her head around, hopingto make contact with something. I made no effort at all to help. If I wantedsomething to feed my power-trip this was it.

Finally she found my right foot and kissed the top of it. I said, ?I didn'tsay you could stop kissing it. And if that's all the passionyou can come up with then the paddle was probably a smart purchase.? She wentto work kissing every part of my foot she could find, with loud squishy noises,including the tops of each toe. When she started making her way up my ankleI told her to do the other foot. She had to go through another little searchbefore she found that one, and immediately did the same for that foot.

I told her to stop and come back in front of me. She made her way over onher knees and stopped when she bumped up against the front of the couch. Iran the fingers of my left hand through the back of her short hair and tightenedmy fingers so I could get a good grip and pulled her head back slightly soher face was directly in front of my own. I told her to recite the first lineof the speech.

?I belong to ??

I had decided that I wasn't going to come with her and to save that for laterwith Linda (pacing! pacing!). It seemed like an impossible task right now.

I told her to say the second line.

?My body belongs to ??

While she was saying that I was tugging on one of her nipples with my righthand.

I told her to say the third line.

?I will do whatever I'm told.?

I put the paddle in front of her mouth again and told her to kiss it. Shedid. Much better this time too.

And finally the fourth line.

?I am for the personal sexual use of ??

I told her I really liked that line a lot. ?Beg me to useyou sexually,? I said

She started saying, ?Please use me, sir,? over and over.

I said that I thought that was awful. It wasn't imaginative at all. She neededpractice in begging. I had her back up and I pressed the 6 button that wouldput her into the ?punishment? position. Grabbing the paddle I went behind herand told her that I was going to spank her until she begged me not to in away that satisfied me.

I gave her a swat with the paddle that was hard enough to sting. She repeated, ?Pleasedon't spank me sir? a lot. I said that was pathetic and that her bottom wasreally going to be sore if she didn't come up with something that I liked morethan that.

?Oww. Please don't spank me sir. Oww. I'll do anything you want sir. Oww.I'll be good sir. I'll try harder, sir.? She was trying everything that shecould think of and I was loving it.

I stopped and I told her that was pretty good. ?Let's get back to you beggingme to use you sexually.? I started up again with the swats.

?Oww. Please use me. My body is yours sir. Oww. I can do something with myboobs to please you sir. Oww. Let me suck you. Sir. Oww. Play with my body,it's yours sir.? Wow, can it get any better than this. I told her that wasn'tbad but if we did this again she would have to do better and that she shouldthink about what she would say next time.

I said I liked playing with her body. I liked it a lot. I released her handsand pressed the 5 button. She went over onto her back with her hands behindher head and her legs out. She assumed I wanted to fuck her but I went betweenher legs and played with her vagina the way I had yesterday morning, like itwas a toy. I pulled, rubbed, pinched, and caressed it. When her hands brieflycame out from behind her head, I gave the lips a few light slaps with the paddleand told her that if she moved from that position again her ?pussy would useup one of it's nine lives,? and laughed at my own joke.

I told her that the begging thing was a real turn on for me. I said that Iwas going to slowly turn up the stimulation knob and would let her come whenI was pleased with the way that she was begging.

That got an ?Oh God,? from her. I started moving the knob very slowly. Shesquirmed and her head came up an inch or two and down again.

?Please let me come sir. I'll do anything sir. I'll do anything. Aww. Please.Aghh. Use me. Rrrrrr. You own me. Argh. Something! Ooff. Anything. Caaa.? Whenwhat she was saying became unintelligible I pressed the button that would lether come. Man did she ever. Her hands went out from behind her head in an uncontrolledway, waving around, and the lower part of her body was doing thrusts againstsomething that wasn't there.

?Wow that was intense.? I said, and managed to get her on her feet and overto the couch, where we laid together, side by side, in a way that would letme hold her. I still could not resist playing with those nipples sticking outfrom her bra. I asked her if she thought I had gone too far. She shook herhead no.

I left for a minute to go the closet. I returned with some screw-in eyeletthings that I had picked up at the home supply center nearly a week ago now.I put them into the doorframe of the entryway to the living room.

I went to Martha and helped her stand up. I guided her over to the doorframe,still blindfolded, and used her wrist cuffs to tie her arms pointing up andout. I did something similar to her ankle cuffs so that her she was now ina spread-eagle position in my doorway. If I had to leave for some reason Iwould have to crawl between her legs. Not that that would be a bad thing.

I told her that I liked that way her body looked so much that I wanted tolook at it now. Until I got tired of doing it. At my leisure. While I was comfortable.I walked back to the couch and plopped down so I could enjoy the view. I madea point of making some rustling noises so she could hear me getting comfortable.I remarked on how much I liked this part of her body, or that part. I saidthat her legs had some nice muscle tone now that I had her on the treadmill.I said she would look even better when her hair got longer. I said that I waspleased with how she was keeping her pubic hair removed. I went on and on likethat.

After twenty minutes I got a little bored so I brought the paddle over andhad her hold it in her mouth.

I told her how excited she made me when she was begging and that how incredibleit would be if she did that in the future without me making her. I was stillsort of thinking about the ?small steps? idea and wanted to see how much shewould do on her own.

When it started to get close to lunch time I decided that enough was enoughand let her free. But not before standing in front of her, taking the paddle,and making her kiss me. I said that I wouldn't let her go until I felt somereal passion from her kisses.

Linda doesn't let me down

I sent down Martha's lunch in the dumbwaiter. Then I went back to the kitchenand put various kinds of food on a sliver tray and brought it into the livingroom. I summoned Linda up from the cell, and waiting until she walked in, withher hands locked behind her. I put her on her knees in front of me. I was ina rut; I had to think of some new positions.

I fed her from the tray, learning what see liked and didn't like. I wouldput something large in front of her mouth, let her take a bite, and then finishit myself. She began to anticipate when I was going to give her something andhave her mouth already open for it. It made her look like a bird being fedby its mother, but of course I didn't say that.

Part way through the meal she glanced at the tray, looked back to me, andthen brought her eyes back to it in recognition. It was a small sterling silvertray I found in her crate of personal belongings.

I teased her, ?Oh, do you like that? It's new. It's become one of my favoritepossessions.?

She looked angry.

When we finished eating I put the tray carefully aside, and brought her upclose to me. I held her head in my hands. ?I am so delighted that you belongto me. And this afternoon seems like such a great idea. I can't really thinkof anyone that I've worked with, at least not in the last few years, that Iwould want more to be my sex slave.? Linda didn't seem the type that wouldtake teasing well but I gave it a shot.

She gave me a sort of ?Oh yeah, same to you? look and pursed her mouth. Atleast she didn't look angry any more.

?So you think you are going to dazzle me in the bed, uh??

?You're going to tell me what to do! Right? I don't know what you want. Ijust said I would really try.? ?Sir.?

?It sounds like you are trying to back out of it. I should just give you aspanking and send you back.?

?Noooo. I don't know what you want.? ?Sir?

?I'm not sure why exactly, but begging seems to be on my mind. Beg to be mysex slave.?

Her face, neck, and chest were pink with embarrassment.

?Please let me be your sex slave sir.? I could barely hear her. She lookeddown as soon as she said it.

I brought out a paddle with her name stamped on it and showed it to her. Aswith Martha, I told her how I had bought it with the bankcard tied to the moneythat used to be in her retirement account, and how much I enjoyed using hermoney for my own fun. ?This is what I'll use if your promises don't live upto expectations.?

I said that she had committed herself to something and that she should tryharder to convince me of her sincerity.

As she told me how she would be my ?bed slave,? and do anything I wanted andhow she was mine to command, she would pause and kiss my hands, my knees, anythingclose enough to reach. It seemed a little theatrical, like something she hadseen in a vid, but I was convinced she meant it.

I think that she was starting to fear this was going to be harder than sheoriginally expected.

I undid her hands. I told her how much I liked her body and great she looked.I had her raise her arms so I could run my hands up and down her sides, andup her arms. I had her turn around so I could slip my hands under her buttcheeks and bounce them. I had her turn around again with her arms still raised,and I reached around to bring my hands from the small of her back up to hershoulders. I said that her entire body felt soft, warm, and smooth.

I had her put her hands down. She put her hands on my knees and moved themdown my legs. She brought the arm with the tattoo up and sort of waved thetattoo at me, knowing that I liked it.

?I'm your prop-er-ty now. What are you going to do-about-it?? ?Sir,? she saidin a sing-song sort of rhythm. Which would have sounded dumb if she was younger,but coming from someone in her thirties it was very sexy.

The look on her face was genuinely seductive and sexy. I think the littlebegging exercise, and my touching had her in the mood. For what I still wasn'tsure, but it was time to find out.

I took her hand and almost dragged her to the bed. As I was getting my clothesoff she jumped on the bed and watched me. I got next to her. She leaned over,put her mouth on mine, and we kissed for quite a while. Women's mouths areso damned soft and warm. Is there anything better? I would have liked thatto continue longer, but she backed off and started running her hand acrossmy chest and stomach. She leaned over and kissed around my chest a few times.

She looked up and said, ?What do you want me to do?? ?Sir?

I told her, ?Think of the golden rule. What would you like??

She looked down and started sucking one my nipples. It caught me by surprise;no woman had done that before. Maybe I've lived a sheltered life. But I likedit. A lot. I told her to do the other one. And then back to the first.

I told her to close her eyes and use her hands on me. She moved her handsaround and across my body, my arms, and legs. She came back along side of mewith her eyes still closed and felt my cheeks and we started kissing again.

I told her to straddle me with her arms and legs on either side of me, buthold herself off of my body. I had her lean down and continue to kiss whileI gently pulled on her nipples. I reminded her how much I loved her hair andhad her raise her head and let her hair fall over my face and shoulders.

She was trying her damndest to be sexy and she was doing a very good job ofit.

I said I couldn't wait any longer and to lean back and put me inside her.

She moved back further than I expected and said ?I have a better idea.?

She wrapped as much hair as should could around my penis, took it all in herhands, moved it around, up, back, down, forward, around some more. The sightof her bent over and doing this had me coming immediately. She kept it goinguntil I said I couldn't take any more and she moved back along side me.

When I was back to a reasonable state I had to fight off the after-sleepinessso I could hold her.

Good Grief. I could have this every night if I wanted it. What did I do todeserve all of this? Was I a saint in a former life or something?

After fifteen or twenty minutes of cuddling I said that she fulfilled herpromise and I owed her an orgasm. I got out of bed and came back a minute laterwith the blindfold and the other set of ankle cuffs. I told her to put herhands above her and spread her legs. I had the blindfold on and her arms andlegs attached to the cord from under bed in a matter of a few seconds. I expectedher to be wary or nervous but she did exactly what I told her to do and stillseemed aroused.

I got between her legs and had my hands moving over, in, and around her vagina.I said that using the control device, which I now had beside me, was becominga sort of obsession with me. I said I found it to be exciting, and that I definitelydidn't think of her as a puppet on a string when I used it, as she had saidbefore. (Was that true?) I told her that using the stimulation would alwaysbe something I would want to do. But right now she deserved something a littleextra.

I said that she was lucky. A lot of women have a clitoris that is hard toreach, but hers was closer to the front, and very ?available? to me for whateverI wanted to do with it. I turned the stimulation knob just high enough to gether to react. When she started to squirm and pull on the cords a little fromthe itchy buzz she was now feeling, I pushed my tongue in to get to her clitoris.I went around and around in circles for a long time, enjoying the way she tasted,until I got to the top of it. Then it was back and forth. Fast, slow, fast,slow, until she was making ?ooww? sounds that I thought the neighbors mighthear. At that point I pressed the button that would let her come.

When I had released her from the cords and I was holding her again she askedme if she had done OK. I said that I thought she would need lots and lots ofpractice. It was a little painful to send her back to her cell but I did. Noovernights. Not yet.

DAY 9

I need more power, Scottie

The more the women conceded, the more I wanted. This was becoming an obsession.

When I woke up I went through the now familiar ?coffee in the living roomwhile supervising the women's exercise' routine. When I had them back in theircells my mind started to wander a little. I got thinking about the controls.

The clitoral stimulation had me mesmerized. I called my friend that did themodification asked him how he was able to do it so quickly. He said there wasn'treally that much to it but didn't want to say anything about it at the timein fear that I would want to pay him less. He said that the reason erogenouszones worked the way they did was the large number of nerve endings at thatlocation. The nerves fed into nerve bundles that ?everyone? in the businessknew about and there was no real mystery to it. There were implants similarto the ones the women had, that were sold to people with sexual dysfunctions,so the technology of it was well known.

I had him at my house within the hour, with the controls open on the kitchentable, to make further modifications. In spite of what he had said on the phone,I paid him exceptionally well when he left.

I brought the box from the library into the living room and put the blindfolds,leashes, and paddles in it. I sat there for a moment thinking again. The thingthat had gotten me the most excited in the past few days was the begging gameI did with the women. I wanted more of that.

I opened their doors and summoned them to the living room. They automaticallygot on their knees and waited, which impressed me more than I can say. I pointedover to the box. I said that from now on if I said ?leashes? like it was acommand they were to go over to the box, get out a leash, and put it on. IfI said ?blindfold? they were to get a blindfold, carry it back to whereverthey were when I said it and put it on. If I said ?paddle? as a command theywere to go get a paddle and bring it back to me in their mouths.

Whenever I introduced something new there were always groans and dirty looks.This was no exception.

?Leash,? I said.

They got up, walked to the box, took out a leash, and attached it. Then theywalked back to where they were, with the leashes hanging from their necks.

?Wow, this is fun. Paddles.?

With some resentment, they got up, trailing their leashes, and brought methe paddles in their mouths. They looked relieved when I set the paddles downat a distance from me on the couch.

?Blindfolds!? I said happily.

They got the blindfolds, came back, and put them on. Excellent.

?OK, this might be a little confusing at first, since I haven't used thisoutside of your cells, but just go with it.?

I pressed the 1 button. They didn't have any trouble remembering what thatmeant, but the blindfolds made the process of latching their hands behind themdifficult at first. But they did it. So now I had two naked women in frontof me with leashes, blindfolds, and their hands locked behind them.

I got up, took the leashes, and brought them over slowly to the couch, ontheir knees. There was some complaining that rug had hurt their knees. Theircomplaints sounded reasonable so I said I wouldn't do that much again.

I had them right up against the front of the couch, each one close againstmy legs. I reached out and tugged on nipples for the fun of it. I took theleashes and held on to them, one in each hand. I explained that the ?beggingthing? I had each do had got me very turned on and I wantedmore of it. More groans.

I said that, ?In fact, it turns me on so much, I'm going to use up two moreof these tones on it.? More groans and unhappy looking mouths.

I pressed the 8 button and told them that when they heard that ?I want sincereand passionate begging for me to make you come.? Still more groans and a little ?OhGod? under Martha's breath.

I pressed the 9 button and told them that when they heard that ?I want youto beg to suck me.?

I told them that I didn't want just ?please please please? over and over.It had to be convincing. And I said that I remember too well how I had to use ?encouragement.? Thatwas OK for now but not for the future.

I said that I didn't think it would necessary to ?train them? with the paddles.I had better ways. That got their attention.

?OK then, let's try it out,? I said with a smile, as I pressed 8.

There were some ?Please let me come sir? and ?I'll do whatever you want ifyou let me come sir? kinds of statements from both, but they were embarrassedand really didn't want to be doing this. Especially since I had them together.

?Man, that was terrible,? I complained. I had the controls sitting on my legsso I lightly moved the second dial on each one. Both women gave an ?arrghh? andclenched their butt cheeks together. The circle of skin around their anus wasnow feeling an itchy, buzzy, pins-and-needles sensation.

The begging got a little better for few seconds but they ran out of thingsto say again. I increased it a little, then pulled the knob out a quarter inch,which created a sort of modulated effect. The itchy buzzing got more intense,less intense, more intense, less intense. Turning the knob now would changethe frequency of the effect.

Now I heard something more like ?Please let me come - Acckk ? my body is yourssir ? Acckk - use me for something sir ? Accckkk, - I want to come - Acckk? witheach of the exclamations in time with the ?more intense'.

?Don't you think you should get more sincere. That's the only way you're goingto get any relief.?

I waited for an improvement, but when it didn't arrive, I turned the knob.The modulation got faster.

?I ? Acckk - want ? Ackk ? to ? Akkk ? come ? Acckk ? please ? Acck ? sir.?

I pushed the knob in and turned it down to stop the stimulation. They werepanting. ?What the hell was that!? Martha said. ?I mean, what was that SIR.?

I didn't say anything, waited a few seconds, and then used the third knob.The same sensations were now going directly to their nipples. They both bentover a little doing the ?Arrgghh? thing again.

I waited five or ten seconds and said ?Don't you think it's time to get backto the begging??

?I really do want to come sir. Owwww. I need to come, please. Owwww. Thisis too much! Owww.?

I let that go for a while, sitting there fascinated by the whole experience,and then decided to ?go for broke? as I turned the anal and clitoral knobs.Linda and Martha both had their mouths open, speechless, and were leaning forward,almost onto the couch. I pressed the magic little orgasm button and they lungedforward and made grunts I can't describe.

I was scared by the intensity and I immediately turned everything off. I rubbedtheir backs and asked them if they were OK. I unlocked their hands and removedthe blindfolds. They looked at me with an expression that worried me. I apologized.

?Holy Shit!? ?What the hell was that!? ?This is getting too much for me!?

When they calmed down, I said that I wasn't familiar with the controls andwould be much more careful in the future.

I had them sit down on the floor and rest. I apologized again. I said thatI had made a big point out of the fact that I would never get too carried away,but I had. I knew that I needed to get some perspective again.

Of course, I couldn't just let well enough alone. I said that if I were alot more careful, these new controls would make things even more interesting.

Martha dropped her head and shook it from side to side. Linda stared at me.

They recover and I benefit greatly

After I brought them lunch, I got them talking about it again.

I looked to both of them and asked them, ?Was it really as bad as that.?

Linda gave me a ?wellll??.?

I said ?wellll??what??

? If you were a lot more careful, and If youdon't get carried away, and If you remember we're fucking people ,then I, ah, could see how, ah, that might be, ah, interesting. Under the rightfucking circumstances. If you're more careful. Sir?

Martha laughed at my shocked expression when Linda swore.

This was actually a better reply than I expected so I apologized again. Isaid that the only way that I would be able to use these controls intelligentlywas if I got more experience.

?You're hopeless.? Linda said. I ignored the lack of a ?sir' and shrugged.

I locked their hand behind them again, took off the leashes, and brought theminto the main room. They sat by my feet as we watched some vid shows. Whenthey had to use the bathroom I would bring them there, stand watching, andthen make sure they cleaned themselves the way I wanted. Not a lot of protests.They were already getting used to the lack of privacy and my control over them.I had them there until the evening meal so I prepared the silver tray withfood and fed them by hand again. I was really starting to like that a lot.We watched a movie until nearly bedtime.

I said that we had not really finished this morning. There was still the 9button, and I didn't have the chance to come today. That would make me crankyand irritable tomorrow. They wouldn't want that, right?

I turned off the vid and told them that I was going to press the 9 button,and stimulate them, carefully .

Whoever did the best job of begging to suck would get to come, after me ofcourse. The one who lost wouldn't.

Before they had the chance to protest I pressed the button.

Each glanced at the other and started begging for me to choose them. WhenI asked my self a few days ago if it could not possible get any better ? Ihad no idea! Better isn't the word for it. Competition between them to getme to choose which of them would be sucking me to an orgasm. And I hadn't evenstarted with the stimulation yet!

I had the controls on either side of me, one for each hand. I carefully turnedthe three knobs up. They were kissing my legs, knees, and feet. They were describingwhat they would do with their tongues. When one of them would say somethingthe other would try to say something better.

I couldn't choose. But I had to. So I said ?Linda? and got her between mylegs quickly. I was a little uncomfortable with Martha watching this so I toldher to put her head down. She rested her forehead on the couch and was movingher hips.

I let both of the devices continue to stimulate. Linda moved her head up anddown fast and hard, with hair flying everywhere. I came fast and hard as well.As soon as I was out of her mouth I pressed both of their red buttons and theyclimaxed at the same time. The sight of that was a wonderful and glorious finishto the day.

Martha actually said thanks when we were sitting together afterward. I saidthat there was no way I could have chosen between them. I said that was incredible,they were incredible, and I was getting obsessed by them. I said that not aminute goes by I wasn't thinking of them. Which was true.

I think that I had got them past their panic of this morning and now all waswell with world.

I sent them back to their cells. I really needed some sleep.

DAY 10

I love work. I could watch it for hours.

Another morning, another exercise routine monitored and supervised by me.I told them to stand up straighter when they were on the treadmill. I didn'tmake things too hard though because I needed them to have some energy. Thehouse hasn't been getting cleaned since they showed up. The PI program letsme work them, so why not let them do the cleaning. When they were back in theircells I sent some food down and dashed off in my car. I had some shopping todo.

I went to the sex shop that had delivered the few items the other day andlooked around. I ordered some custom stuff that they did while I waited. Duringthe wait I walked around selecting things, thinking that even if I didn't havea use for them now I might at some point. Then it was off to WalSearsGet toget some cleaning supplies. Then to the market for a lot of food I could heatup later in the day.

It only took an hour and half to do the shopping. When I got home I threwthe food into the power-cell cooler and spread out the cleaning stuff on thekitchen table.

I had the women come upstairs to the living room. When they came into theroom they went to their spots right before me and kneeled down. That pleasedme a lot. It was becoming automatic with them. I would try to reinforce that.I said that the house was a mess and they were going to clean it.

Martha complained that she thought I wanted them for sex and that I wasn'tgoing to work them. This wasn't fair. They weren't slaves. I didn't say whatI thought about that last comment.

What I did say was, ?You know, you have a point. I need to get more experiencewith those stimulation controls. I still don't know what their effects are.I should probably spend the day trying different combinations of intensitiesand modulations and see what the results were on the women.?

Martha said that, now that she thought about, cleaning wasn't actually thatmuch work and the house did need a cleaning.

I said that if I was going to let them be moving around the house I neededto know where they where all the time. Sure, I could use the tracking, butI had a more fun low-tech way of accomplishing that. I opened a small packageI had sitting next to me and took out 4 tiny bells. Each bell had a loop ofstring on the top that could be tightened on a nipple. I told them to comeover close, and attached a bell on each nipple. I carefully tightened the loopsso it wouldn't cut off circulation or anything, and sat back to admire thelook of them.

They said that the bells felt ?pinchy? and that they made their nipples ?tingley,? whichdidn't sound all the bad to me. They started shaking their tits to make tinklingnoises. A lot of shaking and a lot of tinkling noise. I liked seeing them shaketheir tits but I was beginning to think that I had made a mistake buying them.

I opened the second, larger, package I had and took out new collars and cuffs.They were made from exceptionally thin and lightweight metal with a thin layerof soft material on the inside to make them comfortable. The cuffs looked morelike very wide bracelets. The Collars had the wearers name on one side and ?Returnto:? with my name. I thought that part was funny and when I saw them wearingthe collars, I had to laugh. They didn't appreciate the joke but they did saythat the new accessories were more comfortable than the old ones. I put theold stuff in a bag and put it away.

I told them I had used more of their money for the items, but not to worry,at the rate that I was spending it, the money would last for years. They hadobviously gone without a lot of things to build up their retirement accountsand I really did appreciate that.

I separated the two women and had them begin. But not before warning themthat I expected continuous work. I would decide when the breaks were. If Icaught them goofing off or getting distracted I would use the punishment buttonto give them a good zap.

I settled down within range of both, with a cool drink and the computer tabletsI salvaged from their personal belongings. I think they must have saved everymail that they had ever sent or received. It was way too much to go throughif I started at the beginning and worked my way along, so I started doing keywordsearches. Being male, I of course started with every word I could think ofthat had anything to do with sex or dating. Whenever I found something juicyI would ask them about it. ?Martha, who is Mark, and what is this ?specialfavor' you said you would do for him?? ?Linda, exactly what happened at thatparty when you were in Mexico. Why was Danni never to mention it ever againto anyone??

I didn't get many answers to the questions and I didn't really expect any.I just loved tormenting them with the fact that their lives were open to me.And the more they felt I owned them in some general sense, the more automaticallythey did what I told them to do.

The bells were turned out to be good idea. I could tell how hard the womenwere working by how much noise the little bells made.

I only had to use the punishment button once. I was watching Martha cleansome windows. I told her to do one window again because it was still streaked.She said it was ?good enough.? I pressed the button, she said ?Ow,? and didthe window again.

I kept them at it until lunch. The house was spotless, including the bathrooms,and the women were running out of things to clean. I removed the bells andhad them put them into the box. I said that if I said ?bells? as a commandthey would come get them and put them on. Then we went to the kitchen, heatedthe food I bought, and we had a little food orgy, trying different things andhaving a pretty good time.

After lunch I sent them to their cells. Watching them work so hard made metired and I needed a nap.

Practice makes perfect.

Around two o'clock I had them come to the Library. I was sitting in my comfortableleather chair waiting for them and having an after lunch glass of wine. Theytook their places in front of me on their knees. Excellent.

I said that ?After expansion, comes consolidation and repetition.? They hadno idea what the hell I was talking about.

?Well, in the last couple of days I've added new things to your repertoireand now we need to review and practice what you've learned. I want all yourresponses to be automatic. I need to keep you in good working condition soyou can always be ready to please me whenever I want you to.?

They both gave me a ?Are you ever full of yourself? look but happily theyremained silent.

I ran through all the buttons so far. I had them locking their hands behindthem a number of times so they could practice with the new bracelets/cuffs.We did the up-down-up-down thing a lot even though they knew those tones downperfectly. I just liked seeing them do it. Then it was the knees-elbows punishmentposition so I could do an inspection, which I wanted them to get used to. Ihad a lot of fun with the 2 and 3 buttons.

I would chose one of them, press her 2 button, and she would come right tome, kneel down in front of me, open her mouth, and start sucking. I didn'treally want to come yet so I would stop after a moment, tell her to go back,and then have the other one practice. This was so much fun I kept it going,pressing 2,2,2,2,2. And of course, eventually, I couldn't stand it any moreand didn't stop Linda, who was the lucky woman this time, from finishing it.She was getting better. Practice really does make perfect. It took awhile though.I was staring to get worn out.

I had them practice with the ?fuck? button, getting onto their backs, withtheir hands behind them, and their legs spread. I was very critical. Theirlegs weren't far enough apart. They weren't doing it fast enough. I alwaysfound something. I had them getting up and jumping down until I was satisfiedwith their performance.

We went through the speech button a lot too. I told them that I didn't wantthem to just recite like it was some meaningless jumble of words. I wantedthem to mean it. I said they would have to repeat it until they got it right.Which they did eventually.

The new begging buttons, though, was what I was looking forward to, so I savedthat for near the end. And my patience was rewarded with some wonderful entertainment.They were great.

Actually the begging itself wasn't all the great yet, but the women were stillembarrassed at doing it and struggling to come up with things to say that wouldsatisfy me, so that I would let them stop. It was erotic, cute, and fun watchingthem do it. On the other hand, I wanted them to be motivated, so I would stopthem if they weren't trying and give them a few spanks. I didn't want to usethe stimulation knobs. I wanted that to be a separate activity.

I said that the little threat I made this morning to get them to do the cleaningmade some sense. I needed to know what these controls were doing. They lookedas though they didn't like the sound of this.

I said I was going to pick a knob and turn it a little and I wanted them totell me exactly what it felt like. Truth was, I just felt like tormenting themagain with the stimulation and this let me rationalize it. Oh well.

I started with the nipple stimulation. I turned it up a little and they triedhard to put it into words. I would leave it going while I asked them to explainfurther, or in greater detail. Then I would turn it up a little more and gothrough the same process. Each time I would turn it up they would lean forwarda little more, and drop their heads and make a grimace, or make a ?rrrrrrrrr? sound.This was much better than spending the afternoon watching vid shows.

I stopped that one and started with the anal one. Clenched cheeks again whilethey tried to describe this particular feeling. When I increased this knob,instead of leaning forward, they would lean a little further back.

I said I wasn't too clear about the modulation effect and that they neededto explain what that one felt like. I fiddled with that knob. I had them goingfrom ?ungh???ungh??..ungh? to ?ng..ng..ng..ng..ng..ng.? and back again.

I stopped that one and went to the more familiar clitoris knob. I said thateven though I've used that one before it never had this modulation effect.We had to try that out. I was getting some pleading looks from the sweatingand panting women. Can't stop now though. This is the best part.

I got their clitoris' buzzing away and then added the modulation effect. Icould get them pushing and thrusting faster, slower, faster, slower. I askedthem to describe it, but by that time they weren't even listening to me.

I pressed their orgasm buttons to let them come and enjoyed the show.

I said that went well. Neither of them got furious like they did yesterday,peeved maybe, but not furious. Either they were getting used to dealing withthings they didn't like, or they were starting to take pleasure in the helplessnessof it. I couldn't tell which.

I let them catch their breath and sent Linda back to her cell.

Martha knew what that meant. She started over to me with an expression of ?let'sget this over with.?

I knew this was probably a mistake. I had been overdoing it. I really wasgetting burned out. But it was like an addiction. With sex so available howcould I not do it? Especially when it was combined with so much power.

I said ? not so fast. I pressed the 8 button and had her do the ?please letme suck you? begging for a while. She wanted to go back to her cell to rest,so she was making a good effort to give me what I wanted. When it pleased me,I pressed the 2 button and she opened her mouth, started sucking, and did thatwell too. She moved her head in a way that made her hair flop from side toside, and I could feel some definite tongue work that was new.

When that was over she also went back to her cell.

I sent light meals down, which they probably wouldn't eat after all we hadfor lunch.

Then I went to bed early. Maybe I should start taking vitamins.

DAY 11

Downtime. Day of rest. Relax and read.

As I was watching the women finish up the morning exercise I decided thatI could use a rest and the women could use a little more bonding. I had themcome up to the living room separately and, as I had done the last time, askedthem to lie next to me with their heads resting in my lap.

I asked about their lives, making sure I said ?former lives,? and discoveredtheir preferences in music and food. I learned about hobbies they had tried,successfully or not. They told me why they had chosen the type of professionhad had, and if they had enjoyed doing that work as much as they had expected.I found about their friends: who was reliable and who couldn't be trusted.

This took most of the morning. When they were both back in their cells I sentdown lunch. Eating my own lunch was boring so I started reading the electronicversion of the manuals for the control devices. The electronic version wasmuch more complete than the thin paper document I had been using. I couldn'tbelieve the number of features that these devices were supposed to have. Unfortunately,I couldn't understand most of what I was reading.

So I called my friend the firmware guy. I told him I had been reading themanual and saw that the implants have a medical monitoring chip that can relay,back to the control device, what looked like a large number of measurements.Things like heart rate, respiratory rate, blood enzyme levels, and even theauditory nerve connection that created the tones and sent me voice to them.It was meant as a way of monitoring the prisoner's health, and as a kind ofdiagnostic for the implants themselves. I had no idea what this could do forme but I was curious.

He said that he didn't know anything about it much either, but he knew thatthe web had bits of AI code that could be put onto the control devices, toanalyze and summarize the data.

?Huh?? I said.

What that meant was that I could have readouts on the screen that would tellme something meaningful about the women.

How healthy they were, or whatever. I thought that sounded intriguing. I askedhim to get as many of these AI code bits that he could and get back to me.

It was only thirty minutes later that I had loaded a handful of these programsonto the control devices. The range of information was surprising. I couldmonitor the women when they were exercising and see if they were just breezingthrough it or if they were exerting themselves. I could tell if they were asleepor awake. If it was a good time to feed them based on blood sugar levels. Andso on.

One could take the auditory nerve signals and convert to them to sound. Icould listen in on whatever the women heard. That was cool. I had to try thatout soon.

The best one, by far, let me see graphically what their arousal level was,based on a summary of 7 physical readings. I could see how turned on they wereby looking at the bar graph on their screen. I would definitely have to trythat out.

Information is good.

I immediately went back to the living room, got comfortable, and told thewomen I wanted them to have a little more exercise on the treadmill, mostlyso I could have them together alone. I wanted to hear what they would say toeach other.

I popped in a couple of ear-buds that picked up the wireless signals of thedevices, sat back, opened their doors to send them into the exercise room,and waited.

I could hear distant, but clear, sounds. The sound of the doors opening forexample. After a couple of minutes I could hear them complaining about howthey never knew what was coming next, and wouldn't it be great to have somepredictability to the day. The way they were talking didn't sound like embitteredand angry prisoners, though, more like employees talking about their boss.The degree that they accepted this as a lifestyle now was astounding.

A few minutes later I could hear the talk turn to a more serious discussionabout yesterday and the stimulation controls I had. The ?puppet? analogy cameup again and that worried me. The more control I had over them, the more anxiousI got about having them feel they were safe. Maybe I was worried about rebellion,or maybe I was starting to care about them more that I realized.

The new monitoring stuff I had would give me the way to have some fun andsmooth over a little of their nervousness they had with the stimulation controls.

I quickly told them, that was enough for the exercise, and go back to yourcells.

I waited long enough for them to cool off and summoned Martha to the bedroom.

She entered with a moderately happy expression. It was the first time I hadher go right to the bedroom. It probably seemed like it would be better thansome of the other things I have been having her do.

I gave her the command ?blindfold? and she went right away to get it. Beforeshe put it on I had her lie down with her arms and legs out. I told her I wasgoing to use the cords but not to worry.

I said that just as I had tried to learn more about her experiences this morning,I wanted to learn more about her body now. This was going to be easy-goingand probably very nice for her. After securing her, and making sure the blindfoldwas on right, I propped-up the control device on the back of a chair. It wasdirectly in back of the bed so I could see the screen. I enabled the AI codethat would show me her arousal levels.

I spent the next hour and a half learning what I could about her reactionsto different things. Did she get turned on more by soft kissing or hard andpassionate kissing. By how much? What if I touched here? Or there? What ifI massaged her stomach?

When I got close to her vagina the readings went up. I should hope so. Butit was fun to see the readings change as my hand moved around to differentareas.

I was the most surprised how much the readings indicated arousal when I didsomething like pinch, or snap, or flip my fingers on some part of her to giveher a little sting. Little vaginal lip pinches were a big hit judging fromthe readouts. Nipple pinches were not so well received. When I had my handon her cheek I forcefully moved her head over to face me, using my hand tohold her in that position. High readings on that.

The clearest result was that she was turned on by variety and surprise. IfI moved over her body, stopping here and there, and never doing one thing fortoo long, I could keep the readings high.

When I said that I was done she seemed to be annoyed. She had expected a betterending I guess.

After she went back to her cell it occurred to me that if she knew what Ihad been doing, she would think the ?puppet? comment would apply even morenow. No way was I going to tell them about this.

Linda next.

She was extremely apprehensive when I started using the cords. She hadn'tbeen tied up like Martha had. I told her the same thing I told Martha, thatI just wanted to get familiar with her body and not to worry.

Going through the same process with Linda was a different experience. Surpriseswere bad. Moving my hand over her body slowly, and repeating it, got greatreadings. Mouth on body, almost no matter where it was, also seemed popular.

My original estimation of their temperament, Martha being the firecrackerand Linda the slow burning fuse, seemed to hold true with arousal as well.

Linda also was a little annoyed, and possibly confused, when I just let upand told her to go back to the cell.

My day of rest was productive. I learned a lot.

Day 12

Day of Reckoning

After awakening, I took a walk down to the exercise room and sat on the benchin the back. I opened the cell doors and announced the exercise time as usual.When the women came into the room they nearly went right by me. I had to saysomething to get their attention and have them come to me. I told them thattoday was going to be both a turning point in this relationship, and very difficult.

Since today was Friday it would be the last workday that I could return themThey both started to protest but I cut them off.

I told them I had learned that the pharmaceutical company had found the testsubjects they had needed. If they went back into the bidding it would be agamble, but maybe things would work out.

If they stayed, they would commit to being more than just prisoners I hadcontrol over. I wanted it all. This had become a very personal thing for me,and not just easy sex, the way it had started. Yesterday made me think thatI didn't want to do this unless I had them completely. I was obsessed withhaving them and didn't want to go half way.

I would put them to work as my personal servants if I wanted to. So far, Ihad access to their bodies because of the legal power that the PI system gaveme, but they now would have to think of their bodies as being really mine.It was a change in attitude I wanted. I wanted them to commit to it. I woulddetermine completely what their day-to-day life would be like. They could neverrefuse anything I wanted. And it would be up to me to decide if I was pushingthem too hard, or expecting more than they could deliver.

One the other hand, if they stayed, tomorrow would begin a plan I had to turnthis into something a little more resembling a lifestyle for all of us. Theywould have greater freedom of movement in the house and, I hoped, more of amore regular routine. I said I was hoping to improve the personal connectionthat I had with them, and give us something that could be improved over time.

For a few minutes they talked a lot but didn't really say anything. They workingout their thoughts as they went along the conclusion was: they still didn'tlike the alternative, even though I made all this difficult it was bearable,and they would stay. They hinted that some of it had even been a bit of a thrill.

They wanted more of a promise from me that this wasn't heading in a directionthat was violent or dangerous or would be involving someone from the outside,and that I still intended to take care of them for life, which I was happyto give them.

OK then, they said, it was settled. They were completely mine. Tomorrow wouldbegin our new lives.

Since this was me, though, I couldn't help but want to use the situation tohave some excitement. I couldn't leave well enough alone. I was incorrigible.

I said ?OK, you said that you would actually think of your bodies as belongingto me. A change in attitude. I'm going to put that to the test for the restof the day. You can change your mind at any time and tell me to bring you back.Think of it as a way for me to see if you are serious. I pretty much told themoutright that today was going to be difficult.?

Into the toy box

I marched them upstairs to the living room, and put them in front of the couch.

I had purchased a number of things from that sex shop the other day, whichI didn't know what to do with at the time. They were sitting in a bag nextto me now and I intended to at try them out. I took two pairs of what appearedto be string bikini bottoms out of the package. They had no front to them sothey were mostly just elastic strings that went around the legs and up thebutt. I handed them to the women and told them to put them on.

I had them turn around and pressed the 6 button to send them down on kneesand elbows, with their butts in the air. Well, I've been called an assholeoften enough, but I never really thought I would own a couple of them. I tookmy time and played with their tight little anal playthings, pressing, rubbing,poking, and pulling the string on the non-garment back to let it snap againstit.

I said, ?I have something that I believe would be appropriate for the circumstances.?

I pulled the bag over, rummaged through it, and came up with two small ceramicthings that looked like small barbells, except that the round part on one endwas smaller than the round part on the other end. I looked through the bagfor a tube of some jelly stuff, which had a picture of a couple doing something.It was difficult to tell what exactly, because the tube was so small. I thinkthey had each lost something and were trying to find it under the other person.Or something like that.

I squeezed out some of the stuff in the tube onto the smaller of the roundparts. Holding one of these in each hand and kneeling closely between the womenI reached out and ran the smaller round part around their openings. I heldthem directly on the puckered holes and lightly tapped on the top with my fingers.Each tap got a little noise from the women. When I didn't feel like waitingany longer I pushed them in up to the large round part at the other end, andpulled the string from the garment over it to hold it in place. That got somedefinite ?Ungh? sounds. I sort of got the impression this was a little painfulfrom the way they squirmed.

I went back to the couch and wiped the gunk from the tube off of my fingers.

I gave the command ?blindfolds.?

They stood up very slowly. And they did it with very poor posture. I saidthat I wouldn't accept such terrible posture and to stand up straight. Thelooks on their faces told me that I was right about this probably being painful.

They did a sort of duck-walk over to the box and back again, holding the blindfolds.

They put the blindfolds on. I pressed the 1 button so that they would locktheir hands behind them.

I found some springy clip like things that apparently went around nipplesand could be tightened by a piece that slid up and down on the clips. Thatlooked interesting. I had the women move over closer to me on their knees.Every knee-step forward brought grunts from them because of those great littlebarbell things. I put on the slip-on clips.

Well, now what. Those things must be useful for something. I had a funny ideaand ran to the kitchen to get some string. I came back with four equal lengthsof string, around three or four feet each. I tied one end of each string toa clip. Now I could sit back on the couch and pull on the strings, watchingthe tit that was attached to it pull out and bounce back.

I made the two left ones bounce. Or the two right ones. Or Martha's followedby Linda's. I felt like a church bell ringer for some weird sex cult.

I had another great idea and untied each of the ?left? strings. I ran thestrings from the right tit up through the eyelet of the collar and down tothe left tit, where I tied it off. I made sure that the string pulled themup before tying it though. Now I had two sets of tits that were permanentlyat attention.

They both complained that the clips were too tight. I said that I didn't wantcomplaining when I was having so much fun. I went into the bag again and foundthese elastic loops with a wide part. The wide part had a piece of rubber attachedto it and was supposed to go in the mouth. I went over to the women and toldthem to open their mouths. I popped the rubber parts in and brought the elasticaround. There were wonderful sounds of ?mmmph, mmmph.?

I sat back and admired the women for a good five minutes. There was a lotof mmmph'ing and clenching of butt cheeks.

Now what?

The knobs of course. I knew I had to start with the anal one. The intensitywas kept low and steady. Then I played with the modulation to get them doingpleasing little up and down movements. Very sexually suggestive I thought.

The nipple knob was next. I wondered how different this would feel with thenipple stretched out like that. I kept the intensity on those low as well.I tried to match the modulation with the anal one.

Finally the clitoris. When the itchy buzz of the stimulation hit their clitorisesthe noises they were making through those mouthpieces sounded urgent. But sinceI had kept the intensities low I figured I could go a few minutes.

When I let them come I was a little concerned that the anal things would popout but they didn't. My women didn't disappoint me and had what looked likestrong orgasms.

I had them bend over so I could remove the barbells (which I carefully setaside to be cleaned) and removed the clips on their nipples. I had to stopand ponder if I really wanted to remove the mouthpieces but figured I probablyshould. I wanted to check up on them.

I asked them if they wanted me to bring them back. Martha said, ?Yes!? WhenI asked if she was serious she gave a more subdued ?no? answer, and took adeep breath.

I said that the day wasn't over yet.

I had a day of celibacy yesterday so I was feeling ready to go.

I stood them up and taking each by an arm, walked them carefully out of theroom and over to the bedroom. They were still walking a little funny so I wentslowly. The two women were put on their knees in front of me as I sat on theside of the bed.

?I am really in the mood to fuck.? I am going to do the 9 button in a secondand I want some serious begging. The one I don't choose gets a hard spanking.

I pressed the 9 button. At first nothing happened. I think they were stilltrying to cope with what happened five minutes ago. Then a lot of great beggingwhen they thought about that fact they could be a few minutes away from a hardspanking.

I chose Martha. Definitely better begging. I hated to spank Linda, since sheseemed more, I don't know, sensitive. But I had to follow through with whatI had said. I had her lean over and I used my hand to do the spanking. It washard enough that my hand stung and I could see handprints on her cheeks.

Then I brought her around to the head of the bed and had her kneel there soI could look at her if I wanted. I got Martha on the bed and attached the cordsto keep her in a spread-eagle position. Everything I learned yesterday in thattouching session was ignored, and it was basic fast fucking. The only timeshe seemed to react badly was when I got a little demanding with her sore nipples.

When I was done I lied on top of Martha for a minutes or two. She was comfortable.When I was ready for something else I brought them back to the living room.

?Well. If the bondage thing didn't shake your decision to stay then what aboutproviding mindless, embarrassing, entertainment for me.

I put the little bells on their sore nipples and had each woman shake themto see if I could get rhythms to songs. That didn't work so well, so I heldthe tits and shook them myself, with much better results.

I had the excellent idea of changing the speech to add words to each of thesentences, to indicate acquiescence.

?I willingly belong to ??

?I freely give my body to ?.?

?I eagerly do whatever I'm told??

?I want to be for the personal sexual use of ??

I listened to that for a while.

I brought them into the kitchen for lunch, still blindfolded and with theirhands behind them. Or at least my lunch, anyway. They knelt by my side so Icould put bits of bread into their open mouths. The smell of my hot food madetheir stomachs growl.

The afternoon slowed to a crawl as I ran out of ways to torment them. WhenI asked them for a final answer they said they would be taking their chanceswith me. Which sounded less than enthusiastic, but they did say that they hadnever had so many orgasms in a two-week period, and, well, that was somethingto be positive about. And the orgasms were never this intense. In fact, theorgasms were pretty incredible.

We cuddled on the bed, me in the middle, until after dark. I gave them someidea of what I was planning for them in the future and sent them back to thecells.

End of Part 1