Yo-yo Chronicles Ch. 02-2 Ending

"I'm proud of all of you. Each and every one of you has demonstrated the ability to be obedient, and to be respectful. You will be rewarded."

I called them up one at a time, and Xavier would unlock their leash, letting them approach me individually. I had placed a padded kneeler at my feet. Nicole was first, since we'd had her longest, I explained. She knelt immediately, eyes lowered.

"Look up, Slave Nicole."

She raised her eyes. "You are hereby raised to a Tier 1 slave." I reached into the large box at my side. I pulled out a bag and a rolled pad. "This is your sleeping pad. It will only be rolled out after final lights out. You will roll it up before your morning feeding. You may sit on it during the day." I handed her the pad, and opened the bag. I handed her the cloth. "Clothing." I nodded toward the wall, and pulled the remote out of my pocket. "When the clothing light is on, you will wear this. You will be allowed to clean it once a week." It was nothing more than a simple, plain white men's V-neck T-shirt. I pressed the remote, and a plain yellow bulb went on. After a few seconds I turned it off. I didn't want any of them dressed yet.

I removed the blanket from the bag. "Comfort. Use it as you will. Sleep under it at night. Sit on it during the day. Wrap it around your shoulders if you're cold. If the clothing light isn't on, make sure it's not covering your body if a Master is in the room."

I could see tears in her eyes, as she clutched it to her chest. "Thank you, Master Stu. I'll try to prove myself worthy."

"I was expecting more of a thank you than that," I told her.

She moved forward, parting my robe, and took me in her mouth. I allowed her to demonstrate her thanks for a couple of minutes, then pushed her away. "You're welcome, Slave Nicole. I'm proud of your progress. Return to your place."

I walked three more slaves through the same process, elevating each to Slave I status. I accepted their thanks. Petra was the fourth. When she was done 'thanking' me, I stopped her. "You are now equal status with the others, Slave Petra. You will be used no harsher than they, unless you earn it. Now go to Xavier, he has a new place for you."

She was shaking, clutching her new belongings as she walked upright into the pen. She had been required to crawl to me, the only one who had to do that.

"Slave Annette," I called out, and she hurried forward, running past Petra, to take her place on the kneeler. I smiled. She alone ran to me. It was becoming clearer why she had ranked so well. I waited before talking, enjoying the interplay with Xavier and Petra, as he leashed her to Annette's old place.

"Well behaved slave girls who learn their place are rewarded. Bad ones are punished." I turned over the box, showing it was empty. I watched as Annette became anxious, worried. It was good for her. I didn't want her to get a swelled head.

"Slave Annette, it was decided that you've shown the most improvement. It was the decision of all the members. You will get to spend your nights in a private room. For now you are the top slut. Within one week, if your excellent behavior is maintained, you will be tested for Tier two status."

I watched her, seeing the surprise in her eyes. "M-m-may I thank you, sir?" I nodded and leaned back while she demonstrated her superior oral talents. I wasn't going to stop her. After a couple of minutes I spoke to all of our slaves, while she continued her ministrations.

"Tier two slaves are awarded their own rooms, and may even be brought upstairs if a Master wishes. There are other rewards that come with the title. I'd suggest you all do your best to earn a room."

I brushed Annette's hair back, and removed a hair band from my pocket, pulling her hair into a pony-tail and tying it back, while she continued to suck me. I felt her tears on my flesh. I spoke to her softly. "Don't cry, little one. You've earned this. I'm so proud of you."

That didn't help the tears, nor did it stop me from filling her mouth a couple of minutes later.

I stood, helped her to her feet, and led her to the first room. Xavier followed me over, standing in the doorway. She dropped to her knees as soon as she was in the room. "Sir, may this girl speak?"

I nodded indulgently.

She looked up at her ex-husband, who she'd betrayed. "Please, Master. Allow me to pleasure you in any way I can. I know I'm not worthy, but I beg you. I'm sorry."

Xavier sneered at her. "I hate you, you deceitful, traitorous bitch."

She lowered her eyes. "I know, Master. I deserve your hate. I can never make it right, but I would pay my penance if you would allow it."

He looked over at me, then nodded out the door. I walked out, and left him alone with

his ex. He closed the door behind me.

I had left Petra alone for the last day and a half, not even using her. She got fed and watered but that was about it. I unhooked her leash. "Bucket duty."

She stood slowly, and retrieved the two buckets the women used as toilets, taking them to the small bathroom and emptying them in the toilet before cleaning them. While she toiled away, I let Janine suck me. "Show me why they voted you number two," I said.

"Thank you, Sir," she said, and started sucking. She had me hard pretty quickly, considering the circumstances, and then spun around offering me her pussy. "My mouth isn't why they voted me number two, Sir."

I couldn't help but chuckle, as I slipped her my cock. She moaned sweetly, as her tightness enveloped me. I was trying to ignore the sounds coming out of the small room, as Xavier cursed his ex while he used her. While I fucked Janine, I had to ask, "Why do you think this is what they voted you number two for?"

She peeked back at me over her shoulder. "Take me to a room, and let me pleasure you freely, Sir. I . . . I respond well. I think that's what they like."

When Petra had finished cleaning the buckets, and returned them to their places, I called her over. "From the bathroom, under the sink. Fill the bucket with warm water, and take the sponge. Wash these slaves. They stink. Once they are clean, you will wash yourself, clean the bucket, and report to me in the large training room."

"Yes, Sir."

I unleashed Janine, and took her to the room. "Alright, show me."

I left the door open, and positioned myself where I could see what was happening in the pen. It was a test on multiple levels, to see how Petra performed, and how the slaves treated each other. I will admit, Janine was a distraction. I understood now. She was a righteous fuck. She put everything into it, and was multi-orgasmic on top of it all. She would come easily, and often. It was interesting how ego-boosting it was, to have her fuck you like a wild woman, then cry out as she came, trembling, gasping, only to return to doing her best to get you off.

She had managed to make me come once, and somehow had me hard again. I was fucking her from behind, when Petra appeared. She knelt beside us, silent.

I pulled out of Janine. "Entertain each other. I'll be back shortly."

The inspection of the pen didn't take long. The remaining two women were clean, sitting quietly on their blankets. I approached them individually, looking them over, lifting their arms, checking between their legs. "Did she do a good job?" I asked Nicole.

"Yes, Master. Thorough and gentle."

"Were you surprised you weren't number one, slave Nicole?" I asked.

She nodded. "Am I not good, Master? Well behaved, obedient, willing?"

"You are that. I believe it's your obvious preference for Master Xavier. Slaves here belong to no one. They belong to everyone. You'd do well to remember that." I gave her a smile. "It's Ok to have a preference in private. Even an understanding. Don't let it leave the room when you're back in public."

She wasn't stupid. She was quiet, thinking. "I understand, Master. Thank you for enlightening me. How may I please you?"

I stroked her body, caressing her tit. "You're doing fine. I rated you higher than third. It's the others you have to worry about. Work at it. I have no doubt you could be first girl if your heart was in it." She was the most attractive of the slaves, in my opinion. I could see why Xavier took to her. For the most part, she was docile and willing. I had rated her number two, scoring only Annette higher.

"Thank you, Master. I look forward to serving you to the best of my abilities, given the chance. Use me, Master, I promise I won't disappoint you."

"I'll consider it."

The conversation with Diana was briefer. She was the least responsive of the slaves, in almost all ways. Quiet, she would do what was asked, but it seemed her heart was never in it. "Clean?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"You were fourth, you know."

She sat quietly absorbing my words.

"You are willing enough I guess. You're the homeliest in here. Even scrawny Petra has you beat."

I thought I saw moistness in her eyes. She remained silent.

"You have a challenge before you. It will be difficult for you to earn your place here, as anything other than the lowliest slave in the house. It will be a tough life. How will you overcome that?"

She looked up at me. "May I speak freely, Master?"

"Go ahead."

"I can do more. I'm more than just a sex slave. I'm intelligent. I can cook. I can clean. I can be very loving and affectionate." I was kneeling beside her, and she approached slowly. She kissed my thigh, and stroked my cock. "I'm inexperienced, but I could learn." Her mouth dropped down to suck my cock. She gave me a few sucks, then lifted her head. "I have it harder here than the rest."

"You think we treat you differently?" I asked.

She shook her head, and I saw her eyes fill with tears. "My babies. Will I ever see my babies again? Please, Master, I would do anything just to see them. A picture, anything. Please," she was sobbing, clinging to my leg.

I felt like an ass, to be brutally honest. She was the only one with children. Indeed, she had lost the most. "I'll see what can be done. No promises. You'll have to earn it. A Tier five slave would have almost unlimited access to her children."

"Whatever you want, Master. I'll do it, be it. Give me a chance, and I'll show you."

I left her after that, and returned to the training room. Petra and Nicole were lying on their sides, legs entangled, in each other's arms. Nicole appeared to be holding Petra, while she cried. She looked up at me, and gave Petra a shake. "Master has returned," she said softly. "How may we please you, Master?"

Petra turned to look at me. "May I pleasure you, Sir?"

"Sit up," I said.

They separated quickly, sitting side by side.

"I'm not hard."

They both leaned forward and worked together to suck me back to hardness, taking turns, sharing. They did it surprisingly well, and it wasn't long before they'd succeeded.

"Excellent. Slave Janine, go clean up in the bathroom, then return to your place in the pen."

"Yes Master. Thank you." She left quickly.

I had Petra stand up, and inspected her for cleanliness. "How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Sore, Master. Sore all over."

"Suck."

She returned to sucking my cock.

"You were last, of course. I will be feeding you better. We need to put a little meat on your bones. I'll also give you some painkillers for the next couple of days. I expect you to be on your best behavior. It's going to be very difficult for you to earn your room. Do you think you can do that for me? Prove that you're not the worst in the house?"

"I can learn, Master. Train me, teach me. All I beg is a chance."

I sat down on the bench. "Pleasure me, slave girl."

She straddled me, and I let her work at it for a few minutes. "Take a break. Sit here quietly. I'll be back."

The sounds had stopped coming from Annette's new room, but the door was still closed. I went and checked on Janine. She looked clean, and her hair was wet. She was sitting on her blanket. I hooked her collar to the floor leash. "Feel better?"

"Yes, Master."

I offered her my cock, and she sucked it eagerly. "Keep up the good behavior, and you may even earn a bath."

She looked up at me, but kept sucking. I pulled away, and petted her hair. "Thank you, you can rest now." I reached into the pocket of my open robe, and pulled out the remote. I turned the Clothing light on, and watched as the girls put on their shirts.

Janine sat back, pulled her shirt on, and I returned to Petra.

I used her well, all three openings. She was extremely willing and made an effort to please me. Enough for me to encourage her. "You are getting better. That's good."

I was fucking her ass from behind, as I praised her. She gave her rump a little shake. "I want to be good for you, Master Stu. I will."

I almost believed her.

*****

The slave girls competed hard for our attention. Xavier and I spread it around, while doing more around the house. I was tired of cooking, so we sanitized the kitchen removing anything dangerous, leaving one pan, one pot, a single knife attached to the counter with a short cable, spatulas, spoons and such. We gave the slaves an opportunity to cook for us, while they were watched carefully. Diana was correct, she had other skills, and culinary was chief among them.

We made modifications to the upstairs bedrooms, installing anchors for their leashes. When we had to go out for something, we split up, one running the errand, while the other oversaw the house. I ran the bulk of the errands, Xavier didn't like to leave.

I spoke with Ellie each evening, from my bed. We talked, and I invited her to come to the house on Friday after work. Xavier was taking a different girl to his room each night. Nicole, then Janine. Annette was returned to the common pen each morning, but returned to her private room each night. I used her there, as did Xavier on Thursday. I was surprised when he took her upstairs with him Thursday night.

Xavier and I had a bit of a disagreement. I reminded him that only Tier II slaves were permitted upstairs with the masters. It was a reward, a gift. He argued that he was taking them upstairs in his role as a trainer, not a master. He'd made it clear to each of them, he insisted, that only he and I would take them upstairs until they achieved Tier II rank. The other Masters would not take Tier I slaves upstairs. He was splitting hairs, and I thought it might come back to bite us, but it wasn't worth fighting over. He and I still needed to work as a team, and we'd been doing fine so far.

The slaves were eager to please. The boxes were empty all week. The amount of sex was down, I didn't have the energy to do them all, every day. They would pout if they didn't get their share of attention. Too much pouting, and they got their attention, in the training room. Sex wasn't part of it. They learned to keep their whining to a minimum.

They were fed marginally better. On Friday, during the day, one-by-one, they were showered clean in the downstairs bathroom. Their hair was shampooed, and dried. Their bodies were shaved, and their pubic hair was trimmed and neatened. It took a lot of time, but they were looking much better when we were done, and were obviously happy. I fucked each one, not necessarily to the finish, but to show them I was happy with them.

We returned them to their places, looking content, smelling clean. I turned on the clothing light and let them get dressed. Most were sitting on their blankets. Annette was in the pen with the rest of them, watching as I sat in my chair. We had left it there, we liked the message.

All eyes were on me as I spoke. "Things are about to change again. I will be leaving Sunday night, and Master Dean will be taking over for a while." They didn't respond verbally, but I watched for their reaction. I saw nervousness.

"As you may know, your presence here is only part of the purpose of our foundation. I expect you all to continue to behave, and impress Dean for me. Remain obedient for Xavier, although I imagine I don't need to tell you that. I'll be back frequently, but it's time for more."

I leaned back, still watching carefully. "You all did terrible things. You know why you're here, although we don't speak of it. You were not alone in your perfidy. Far from it. You chose the path that led you here, but the opportunity would not have existed except for the fault of others. You know who I'm speaking about."

I stood, as Xavier walked about the pen, among our slaves. "You will have sisters soon. They will be dealt with, and not near as kindly or as gently as you were. Remember your places, and understand your responsibilities. None of you are initiates. You have proven yourselves. As Tier one slaves, you owe no allegiance to initiates. If you are unhappy with anyone you find among you soon, you are allowed to make your feeling toward them known. No permanent injuries, understood?"

I was pleasantly surprised as they replied "Yes, Master," in unison.

"Good. Master X and I are proud of you all. Continue to excel. Do not disappoint me, with Master Dean."

We still had the rest of the weekend together, but I wanted them to have a chance to deal with the changes. Dean would be arriving the next day, and perhaps this way none of them would get off on the wrong foot. I'll admit it, I had some feeling for the little sluts. Perhaps it was good I was moving on.

I entered the pen and released Diana from her restraint. She stood quietly and followed me into one of the private rooms. I'm sure that had the others wondering. I closed the door behind us, sat on the bed, and gestured to my side. "Sit with me, Di."

Her surprised look was to be expected. I had never referred to her as anything but slave Diana, or something derogatory, indicative of my displeasure. She sat down nervously, her eyes down but watching me. I picked up the tablet I'd place in there earlier, turned it on, and showed her.

She gasped, grabbing it from my hands, then almost dropped it, looking up at me in fear. "It's Ok. I understand. That's why we're doing this in private. You've earned this much."

She looked at the pictures of her children, tears in her eyes. I moved closer, my arm around her waist. "Every week, as long as you're behaved, you'll get new ones."

I passed her a handkerchief. I'd come prepared. "Honestly, I don't understand how anybody could do what you did to the father of their children. He's the only one who won't tell his story, only saying it's bad. After hearing the others, if he thinks his is bad, it worries me."

She looked up at me, her face blotchy, eyes teary. She wiped again. "I never meant to. I swear. I love him, Master Stu. I love that man so much, even now, after he's locked me up and taken my children away. I understand why, but it hurts so bad."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

She shook her head. "You would detest me. I was worse than the others, and I've earned his hatred. I betrayed him three times over, and I'll carry the regret to my grave."

"He doesn't hate you. Unless I'm mistaken, he still loves you. But his pain is too much to let go."

She leaned against me, while I put my arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her. I knew that things would likely be difficult for her after that weekend. It was very difficult to convince Dean to allow me to show her the pictures. He insisted he wanted to have nothing to do with it. That's why the next part surprised me so much.

I reached for the tablet, and she reluctantly released it from her her trembling hands. "Thank you—"

"Shhh. We're not done yet." I passed it back to her, and tapped the front glass. The image of two beautiful young children appeared side-by-side.

"Hi Mommy!" they called out, and I felt her tense up. "We hope you feel better soon. We're keeping your secret, but we miss you so much."