Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7

Chapter One It’s been several months since my graduation from my Master’s Institution. Where they train men and women how to become better submissives and slaves. Upon graduating, my Master offered me his collar and I’ve become his house slave. I used to cut his hair in my salon and I instantly felt an attraction. The rest is history. Now I live in his penthouse suite in the luxurious Wilkerson Hotel. It takes up two whole floors. I live there with my Master and his wife and submissive Chloe and sometimes their big black bull slave Max. We are one happy and contented pod. Things have been going along very smoothly. I have gotten into the routine of service in my Master’s home. My days are basically divided into three areas of service. Physical - cleaning around the house, dishes, and laundry. I clean the toys and equipment after a night of play. Emotional - listening patiently to Master, Mistress, and Max, as need arrises. They all have worries and try my best to offer support and my love. Sexually - as the house slave, this includes, but is not limited to, offering my slut holes at any time to any of the pod members or anyone at the whim of Master Kesler or Mistress Chloe. (although I’ve never been asked, I would for Max too. I have a crush on his big black cock.) As I was saying everything was going along great. That is until something happened that brought my step-monster Gayle back into my life. She married my dad about two months after my Mother died. We never got ...

... along. She was always coming between me and my Father. While I couldn’t compete with her for my Father’s affection (she was only five years older than me and sl**ping with him) I understood why he chose her over me, she was a very attractive girl, and my father was lonely. I left home when I was 16. Finished school the next year and got my certificate to cut hair. When my Father died the next year, he had left me some money but I wasn’t old enough to get it. Gayle offered to loan me enough to get my salon started but I would have to pay her back. It really was just her way of trying to control my life again. My salon was very successful and I was able to pay her back before I turned 21 and could receive the little bit my Dad left me. Well, long story short, she kept my money. I blew it off, thinking it was worth not having her in my life. When I recently sold my salon, the bank never sent me the money. Although I actually owned it outright, her name had been on the originally deed. So when the sale went down the bank somehow screwed up and gave her the money. I called her to inquire about it and she went off that I had never paid her back and she had already spent the money as she had fallen on hard times. She told me that she already had been reading the papers that I was some Billionaire’s booty call. (if she only knew) So she told me I didn’t need the money as much as she did. That I could just spread my legs for the Billionaire’s and he’d write me a check. She had always been ...