The Making Of A Slave by loyalsock - Sex Stories

The Making Of A Slave by loyalsock

... he told her to fix everyone a drink, and he would be right up to join them. When he came upstairs, the women were all seated in the den. Jenny and Josie were having a cocktail and Carol was sipping a coke. Brad's martini was waiting for him. Josie examined her neighbors carefully while they all made small talk. She found it hard to believe the story Brad had told her. They seemed like a perfectly respectable mother and daughter. Carol, if anything, was much more pleasant and mature than any of the girls Richie had brought home, although she was the same age - just turned 18. If there was any clue to their private behavior it was in their dress. Mother and daughter had chosen outfits that exuded sex. Jenny wore a short sun-dress, cut very low in the back and revealing her tits, almost to the nipples. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her hemline only came to about mid-thigh, and seated on the couch, even higher. Josie saw a flash of her panties when she crossed her legs. Carol had on a halter top, more like the top to a bikini bathing suit, revealing a deep, rich tan that Josie suspected might be all over. Her long, slim, legs were accented by her tight, white, shorts. Josie saw the bulge of the young girl's pussy clearly outlined. A faint darkness there probably meant she wasn't wearing panties. Josie was startled when she realized Brad was telling them that she wasn't really his wife, but was his slave. "Really," Jenny said. "A lot of men joke about their wives ...

... that way, but I find that very few can really dominate a woman, even with her consent." "I'll prove it to you" Brad answered. "What would you like to see her do? Make it something you know she wouldn't do under normal circumstances." Josie felt her face get red and hot as Jenny and her husband talked about her like she wasn't even there. "Have her raise her T-shirt and pinch her nipples until they get hard." "Mom, I'd like to see her pull down her panties and ask each of us to spank her bare bottom, like you make me do" Carol added. "Those both sound like good suggestions. Josie, you heard them. They want a show." Josie was slow to react. She had performed in front of people before, but that was with Richard and with people who didn't know her. This was different. Brad's response was swift. He yanked her out of her chair and ripped her blouse from her in one motion. Josie was too stunned to move while Brad put the collar around her neck and fastened the snaps. "I gave you an order, you worthless, slut. Pinch your nipples yourself or I'll whip your tits until they bleed" he barked, glaring at her. Josie's hands flew to her chest. She pulled and twisted her own nipples until they got red and stiff. They were still sore from the clips he had used on her yesterday, but it didn't matter. Once she overcame the initial shock of having to do such shameless things in front of her neighbors, Josie slipped into her role comfortably. Brad had told her that it was his job to worry about ...