Life Sentence Ch. 07

"But I have been thinking Penny. You are right. This is a fresh start. For both of us. I am now independently wealthy, the employer of dozens of staff, and owner of a dozen girls. Including you. I need to think differently. I have to face my responsibilities too.

"I am responsible for their welfare. And I have obligations imposed on me by the Circle. I could sell all the others, not you of course, I have given my word never to do that, and that would free me of nearly all those responsibilities.

"But I would need to find good homes for them. I'm not sure I can do that. Truth be told I had not thought of it before, but you never see old women at Meetings. The system is set up to burn them out and kill them young. So I need to think about what to do with them. But I have decided what to do with you."

Penny had raised herself on one elbow to look at me as I talked, and now looked at me with a a little apprehension. "Don't worry, it's not bad. I am pleased with how useful you have become, and your efforts in self education. I am going to make you my Personal Assistant. I want you to take training, maybe a university degree. I want you to have authority over my staff, and over the other girls. But you will have to remember, although you will have certain freedoms, you are not free. The Circle will not allow it. And, I have decided, nor will I. You are mine, Penny. Not just because I bought you, or because I have my mark on you, but because you have given yourself to me every time you call me Master. Now, go and get the mahogany box with my monogram on it."

She slipped away and fetched the box, and brought it back to me. I had sat up on the edge of the bed, and got her to put the box beside me and open it up. I said "Remove your underwear, and all your jewellery I want you totally naked."

Once she had complied I said "Now give me the ankle bracelets." I had her raise each foot in turn, and clipped them on her. Then I clipped them together, hobbling her. She gave me the wrist cuffs, and held out her hands. I secured each one and clipped them together as well. It made it awkward for her to move and fetch the collar from the box, but she gave it to me with a smile, and bowed her head for me put it on her.

"No. Kneel. Now look up at me. When we went to buy this collar you insisted that the shopkeeper did not put it on you. You wanted your Master to place your collar on you. Well this is a new start. This is not your collar. It is mine. I own it. And if I put it on you I merely claim you. But I don't have to do that. I own you. So I want you to put on my collar. You will wear it because you accept it, because you know what it means."

I held it out to her, and she took it in both hands, but before I let go I said "If you put this on you are giving yourself to me. You are mine, 'til death us do part. You understand?"

I let it go, and she took it quickly, opening it around her neck and looking at me saying "Yes Master, I understand". She snapped it closed and said "And I am yours Master. Forever."

"Bend forward Slave." I said, and she bowed her head. I spun the dials on the little combination lock on the collar. "Now sit up, and give me your hands." I unclipped the link between the bands. "Remove these and the ankle cuffs, put them in the box, go and wash and get dressed. Skirt, blouse, underwear. We are leaving in ten minutes. Bring the box. Go."

She smiled as she went to do my bidding.

I left instructions at the hotel for them to pack everything and have it delivered to the apartment. It felt strange. All my life I have done things for people. I now had people to do these things.

At the apartment I was met by Harry, the concierge, chef, valet, driver, security man. A Gentleman's gentleman with special skills. He was an ex-Marine. Harry had rooms of his own, beside the doors. The doors themselves were interesting. They were double layered, airlock style, with face recognition security cameras and IR chip sensors. All the girls were chipped. They couldn't leave without a recognised accompanying escort and password check.

Harry was a nice guy. I had known him for years, he has worked for The Boss before I did. His job was to look after the apartment, and any girls in residence. Fringe benefits included sex with the girls, unless instructed otherwise. The Boss was convinced that women lost interest in sex if they didn't have it, so all his girls had to be tended in his absence.

Harry was surprised to hear I was now in charge, but as he put it "It was your name on the check anyway, and I'm happy to keep my job, assuming things aren't changing?"

"Well. They are changing a bit. I'm going to be moving in here for a while. I'll be travelling and staying in the other properties of course, but I've lost my suite in the hotel, so when in LA, this is home now. I know The Boss only rarely stayed over for more than a night or two, but he had the mansion in the hills."

"Ah well, I'll cope." he said and shrugged.

I turned to introduce him to Penny. "This is Miss Harty, my PA. You will notice the tattoo I'm sure. Miss Harty is a special case. She is mine, solely, exclusively. She also acts for me, with full authority. Unusual, I know, but that is the way it is. I trust you understand the situation and find that acceptable? Good. I want her authorised for entry and exit. She is not chipped, and won't be. Our things will be delivered from the hotel sometime later today, have them put in one of the spare rooms, Miss Harty will sort them out later. Now, any chance of lunch in half an hour? Great. I'll take Miss Harty to meet Amber."

We went in through the second set of doors, entering the apartment proper. Penny gawped. The place was huge. We were in the atrium, which was the size of our hotel suite. Off it were the games room, lounge, dining room, kitchen, corridors leading to the master bedroom, four other bedrooms, study, several bathrooms utility rooms and so on, and doors out onto the rooftop garden, and pool house.

Amber was reading a book, lying in the shade on a couch by the open garden doors.

She looked up at us as we crossed the room and said "Oh, hi Mike."

We stopped about six feet away, and I said "Amber, have you heard the news recently?"

Amber looked up again and said "Old man is dead. I take it you are here to tell me I'm being shipped off somewhere. Well I knew that a month ago."

"No Amber, I am here to tell you that you already have a new owner. Me."

"You?"

"Yes, Amber. This apartment and all it contains. This is Miss Harty. She is my PA. You are to take instruction from her as you would from me."

Amber looked at Penny with contempt. She had all the arrogance of beautiful youth. She was a pampered pet, and though she knew the score about The Circle she had only had two owners. Both treated her like a queen. "Really?" she said with heavy disdain.

Penny bridled. "Master..."

I put up my hand to quiet her, as Amber said "Master?" with equal contempt.

I silently sat on the chaise opposite Amber, and gestured to Penny to sit beside me. "Penny, sit here. You forget, Amber was one of The Boss's girls. She called him 'Boss.'" I said, and in an aside asked "Didn't you Amber?"

Amber looked wary and sullen "Yes. Everyone did."

I turned back to Penny. "Also this is news to her. It will take a moment for her to realise what it means. Also remember that she had not been told what to call me. In any case Amber has not earned the right to call me 'master.' Only my most favoured slaves may call me that." I smiled at Penny and she smiled coyly back.

I went on "And of course Amber's owners until now have been fairly gentle souls. She probably hasn't thought that her new owner might be less refined. Or perhaps more sophisticated. That I might be cruel. Although I am not, as you know.

"But as you also know, I do demand honesty, and Amber is honest in her contempt. However, Penny, as you also know, I will not allow my slaves to think that because I am naturally a kindly man it means that I do not deserve respect. Nor will I allow slaves to think that because you bear my mark you are not to be respected. I turned to Amber and said. "What punishment do you think you should suffer, for being so rude? I know it was only unthinking surprise that made you act that way, but I want to be fair."

"Punishment?" said Amber

"Yes. You were rude to me, and to Miss Harty. What should your punishment be?"

"I, I, don't know. The Boss never punished me." said Amber.

"How very indulgent of him." I said. "I think you need to be reminded of what that tattoo on your wrist means."

Amber glanced at the Circle mark, and looked up at me again. "It means that you are registered as my property with The Circle. If you run away, they will hunt you down. They own the newspapers and the TV stations. If they can't find you in a day or two they will put out a story about a disturbed girl who sexually abused and murdered her four year old niece. Or something like that. Your face would be everywhere. You would be the most hated person in the world. No one would help you or believe you. And you would most likely be killed in jail.

"It also means that I can do anything to you, or have anything done. I can sell you, and maybe you'll end up in a brothel or a torture club. I can set you up as an escort, or just put you on the street, turning twenty tricks a day. I can put you to make porn movies, or snuff films. I can beat you, starve you, have you tattooed all over, scar you, pierce you, slice you up, kill you slow or fast in a thousand ways. And the Circle will cover it up if anyone tries to complain. You have no protection except my good will.

"I own you. You only breathe because I let you. Now I am a nice guy. But I need to know you understand that if I wasn't, if your owner was not as nice as me, you would now be naked and bloody. Now I wouldn't do that. But I won't keep a slave who doesn't know her place. So, if you don't apologise, and if you don't act with a little more respect, I will sell you. And you will look back on this conversation as your new master ties you down for his Great Danes to fuck you, or throws you to his fifteen bodyguards to play with, and you will regret having acted like a stupid spoilt teenage brat, and think 'Maybe I should have tried to please the nice man who said he wasn't brutal and vicious.' So I think you should think about that for a moment.

"And while you are thinking, consider this. Penny, if you had spoken to your last owner like that, what would he have done to you?"

"The Haitian?" said Penny "Oh god, I don't know." She visibly paled.

"Well, how were girls normally punished?"

"Beaten, or slapped, of course. Sometimes tied up and whipped. But mostly just put on the horse for a couple of days." Penny said, sounding fearful.

"Ah yes" I said, "The Horse. You told me about that." I turned to Amber and said in casual tones "It was a vaulting horse, in the middle of a room, a sort of reception area, lounge, public bar combined, in a brothel in Haiti. Customers could have sex with the girl for free, as long as they didn't mind doing it in public. Isn't that right Penny?"

"Not quite Master, they had to pay. It was about 50 cents for half an hour."

"And would many customers actually step up and have sex with a girl in front of everyone else like that?" I asked, disingenuously. I kept an eye on Amber who was now listening intently.

"If it was a black girl maybe ten or twenty in a full day. If it was a white girl there would be a queue. Forty or fifty men a day."

"Gosh," I said, "at half an hour each that's continuous for the full 24 hours. The girl must be exhausted."

"Well often they go two at a time. The men start by fucking her pussy, then her ass and then move on to her mouth while the next guy starts on her pussy. Also they give the girls cocaine and speed to keep them going. But after ten or fifteen hours even that's not enough. But those guys don't care, even if a girl passes out they still use her. Even if she dies they might not notice for a while."

"So would you recommend that punishment for Amber?" I asked. I could see Amber shift in her seat.

"No Master. I would not wish that on anyone." said Penny with obviously genuine feeling, looking at Amber, who had a slightly horrified and disbelieving expression.

"I am glad to hear it. As I said, I am not cruel, and that sounds barbaric. Also I don't own a dockside brothel, so it would be hard for me to arrange. Although I'm sure I could get twenty men to come in and take turns with her, without too much effort. But in any case I dislike the idea of using sex as punishment. At very worst it should be a chore, better a reward, at best a joy. So perhaps some other, less brutal treatment is necessary. Something to remind her of her status. I know. Amber, that dress you are wearing."

"What about it?" she asked warily.

"It belongs to me. Take it off and give it to Miss Harty." I said.

Amber hesitated. I spoke again. "Slave, you do not have your owner's permission to wear that dress. Give it to Miss Harty."

Amber still hesitated. I turned to Penny. "This poor girl is obviously badly trained. She needs an example. Who owns that skirt and blouse you are wearing?"

"You Master."

"Take them off."

Penny quickly stood and removed her skirt, folding it neatly and placing on the seat, then quickly removed her blouse. She stood in classic lingerie model pose, my Gothic 'M' tattoo emphasised by the angle at which she held her pelvis.

"Good girl. You may have lunch with me today." I said and turned to Amber "You see Amber I only have to tell her to do something once. Now I have told you to take off that dress twice. Normally I would punish a girl who had to be told to do a simple thing like that twice. But you are badly trained, and need a little leeway, so this once, I won't. But if I have to tell you a third time I will punish you. Your punishment will be that you will not have lunch today. Nor dinner. Nor breakfast tomorrow. And you will sleep on this floor. Naked. And bound. You will not be permitted clothes for a month. Now it is your choice. Do what you have already been told, or take your punishment."

Amber swallowed. I opened my mouth and said "Slave, I have told you twice, now I am telling you for the last time.."

"Wait, wait, yes look, you don't have to tell me again, I'm doing it." Amber said quickly unbuttoning her clothes. She stood and pulled the dress off and held it in her hand. Penny held out her hand for it, and Amber let it go.

"Who owns the underwear you have on, Amber?" I asked.

"You do." She said, still with a tinge of resentment.

"Sir. You address me as 'Sir'. So 'You do, Sir.' is the correct response. So who owns that bra?" I said.

"You do, sir." Amber said, resentment obvious now.

I smiled. "Give it to Miss Harty."

Amber reached behind her to unhook it, and as she did so said bitterly "I suppose you want me to give her my knickers as well?"

"Not yet. Although I might. But if you forget to call me 'sir' again I might have them superglued to you, so you can't take them off for a week, even to go to the toilet."

Penny made a little shocked noise. Amber's eyes snapped to my face, shocked as she saw my serious expression. "Sorry sir, I, I'm not used to it."

Penny took the bra, and Amber stood nervously in front of me. "Put your hands on your head. Now turn round slowly. Keep turning until I say stop. Head up girl. Not bad tits. Stop shaving your armpits until I tell you to do it again. Do you shave your pussy?"

"Yes sir. The Boss liked it part shaven, with a triangle at the top, sir." said Amber as she turned.

"Well you can stop shaving there as well. And anywhere else. I want to see you natural, legs and everything, before I decide. Ok stop turning."

Amber was facing away from me. "Give my knickers that you are wearing without permission, to Miss Harty."

Amber slipped them down her thighs, then dropped them to her ankles. She stepped out of one leg, and lifted them with her foot to remove them from the other. I had to admire her grace. Her slightly longer than shoulder length, curly dark red hair, long pale arms and back and legs, almost freckle-free, an her elegant hands and feet made her a perfect figure study from the back. I considered telling her to turn round so I could admire her from the front, but I knew I could not help but smile, and discipline had to be taught.

"Stand with your legs about two feet apart, girl." I said. She wasn't quick to move, and I snapped "I was talking to you Amber, move!"

She complied. "Now slave, bend over and hold your ankles. Keep your knees straight."

Amber did it. I sat in silence. It was a good view. Shaved pale pussy lips, full and pink, a little hint of dark red bush, exposed pink ass-hole between soft curving buttocks, tensed thighs and calves, her tits hanging down with rose coloured nipples, her face flushing, surrounded by the mass of curls. She could see me, but it was hard to gage her expression, upside down with the blood running to her face.

I kept her there for a long time. I turned to Penny, and said conversationally. "I bought her for The Boss at the Meeting in Morocco, about eight months before I got you. Her owner was an old family Boston guy, likes them young and fresh. I checked with him about how she was trained - badly as you can see. Never did anal. Enthusiastic cocksucker, by report. A runaway from Boston itself, home-grown. Obviously Irish stock from the red head. The Boss told me once that he fucked her on the balcony of his hotel in London while The Queen went past in a carriage below. According to the records only the first owner, The Boss and Harry, and two others at a London party, have fucked her, so pretty light duties so far. Not trained to serve as a maid though. We shall have to see to that."

Amber began to tremble and sway, but regained her balance. "I didn't say you could move, slave." I said.

Amber was short of breath an almost tearful as she said "Please may I stand up sir, I'm going to fall."

"No, but you may kneel." I said. She almost collapsed on her hands and knees, and raised her head to take deep breaths.

"Now turn to face me slave, and come over here."

Amber turned and crawled to my feet. "You were rude to Miss Harty. Apologise, and kiss her foot."

Amber said "I am sorry Miss Harty."

Penny said "Apology accepted, Amber."

"Now apologise to me." I commanded. Amber did it. "Now Amber, I want you to crawl over there to the middle of the floor, and lie down, face down, with your arms and legs spread. You will wait there until you are told to move. Come Penny, I'll show you the rest of the apartment."

We wandered around, passing through the room where the naked girl lay prostrate as we went from room to room. I got Penny to dress again as we went, so she was fully clothed when Harry came in with the lunch trolley. He raised an eyebrow at Amber's position, but didn't say anything. I asked him to join us for lunch. "I didn't bring mine in, sir. I'll go an fetch it." he said.

"Nonsense," I said, "There are three plates here, come onto the terrace we'll eat there. The slave can serve us. Girl, get up and come and serve us lunch."

I let Amber eat after we had finished. She then had to change the bedlinen in the Master bedroom, and thoroughly scrub the bathroom. It was clean already of course, but it kept her busy. Penny was delegated to keep an eye on her in between helping me and learning about the business.

There was a lot to do, now I had a secure email account to work with. Penny and I ate dinner together, without Harry, in the dining room, served by Amber, of course. Amber ate afterwards. Her food was much plainer. In the evening we watched a film, Amber kneeling naked at our feet, fetching us drinks and snacks. Then it was time for bed. I made Amber take a shower, so she was totally clean, then she had to help Penny and I undress, and wash and dry us. Penny wanted to help, but I said no, it was Amber's reward for good service today.