Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 15

I took the remaining women with me to the Hacienda. With three at slave camp, and three visiting their families, there were not many still home. Charlene was more than happy to go along and butcher hogs. Marianne was not as enthusiastic, asking if pigs were like deer or if they were 'gross'. Richard and Brenda decided the opportunity for a day away from home would be fun.

The day actually was fun. We butchered a half dozen hogs. John and his boys had each killed one. Derek got two and I had killed one. There was a ton of meat available. We decided to try our hand at curing hams. I provided labor for the butchering and left the rest to John and Derek.

I took Clarice to one side. "Do you know a Bill Melancon?" I asked. Clarice nodded and said he was one of her two production managers. She hired him after he had been let go when his previous company went under. He was nice guy and busted his ass. She was curious why I asked. "He's the father of one of my girls. I took her to visit her family and he said he worked for a company making wind turbines. I did not pursue it and he was understandably more interested in talking about his daughter than about his career. I had the impression he has a pretty hard core attitude about slaves."

"Oh, yeah. I knew that. He is like ninety nine percent of society." Clarice offered. "Slaves are things to serve free people with no rights because they are convicts being punished. Bill and a couple others on the senior staff share the same idea. I told them all I was a slave at home, but despite my collar, I was the boss at work. I was completely upfront about what I did to get enslaved. They all accept that. Of course I shocked them when I said I killed the bastard by accident. If it had been intentional, I'd have used my hands or feet instead of a baseball bat. That got them wondering. I have a good staff. I'm guessing he did not recognize you from your picture hanging on the wall or the advertising material?" I shook my head. "I'm gonna tease him next week. How he had one of the company owners at his house, one of his bosses, and did not even know it." I laughed and said I was not one of Bill's bosses. "You are a part owner in the company. Close enough."

I sat down next to Rachael Dubois and thanked her for allowing us to observe the first day of slave camp. She was surprised Lucy Cormier was the mother of one of my slaves. She had met Carol and had no idea of the relationship. "Lucy has a pretty hardcore attitude about how to treat slaves. She obviously loves her daughter and seems only slightly conflicted her daughter can be used sexually by me, her owner. She accepts it as my full right." I told Rachael about my discussion this morning and what Lucy related Beth had said.

"My staff is so used to interacting with slaves they get a little calloused. But some of their toughness is an act. The guards know they are indoctrinating slaves to their new existence. On one hand the guards may feel bad about the slave's fate but on the other think the slave deserves it after conviction. A slave needs to realize his or her loss of freedom and control but know they can still have a life. But that depends on the owner so we give them methods to cope and accept. Slaves awarded as restitution generally have much more trouble adapting. You know what part breaks a slave down the fastest?" Rachael asked. "The wash down station. That is why slave camp attendees go through it first thing. They are compliant and submissive afterwards."

"Their first and second morning they get the full cleanse inside and out. Their last day they get another session. Only the third morning do they get a reprieve. And that is only to let their bodies recuperate not their emotions. Every afternoon they are lined up and washed down after working or exercising. They stand spread eagle while a tech wearing big thick mittens wash them head to toe with soapy water and then hose them down with a total disregard for their feelings. There is nothing that says you have no choice in your life anymore like getting your insides flushed and your whole body scrubbed without a bit of concern for your modesty. The slaves due for the block get a minimum of two sessions and that is if they arrive late Thursday. One arriving Thursday afternoon gets flushed Friday and Saturday mornings. The ones that stay most of the week only skip a couple days of that treatment." Rachael explained.

"I guess that is planned for maximum effect mentally." I said.

"Oh yes. It has more of an effect that locking the collar on their necks. And I'd bet you heard some of your girls saying how traumatic that was." she said. I had. "Corporal punishment or sexual use can be tolerated and might even harden a slave depending on their personality. It can give them resolve. But the demeaning enema and scrub down session strips away their dignity. It makes them compliant. We teach them to think about how to survive their slavery by being useful to their owners. It works. And the effect lasts."

"Your daughter Joanne was just as affected. Talk to her about it and see what she admits. But in the classroom she had other concerns. She wanted to know all about manumission. How she could get freed early." Rachel said. "I told them they had barely started their enslavement. Best to concentrate on how to endure that. But I always include a little about how laws have changed so early release is possible. It gives hope. Hope is as important as force when trying to keep the peace."

I separated Lou from the group and told her I had a personal problem I'd like to discuss. She asked if I bounced it off Derek as he would probably understand me best. I told her I doubted he was the best person for the job. She offered to see me in her office between clients but back tracked when I said that might be too late. Wait and we can talk when the others begin to leave. The Dubois family will leave shortly after lunch."

We ate barbecued pork ribs and all the fixings until we were ready to burst. Ribs are bulky to store but very tasty when prepared properly. Derek knew how to cook them. Everybody took home leftovers. We hoped we all had room in our freezers for the rest of the meat. The hams and sausage we had set aside would be ready later after they were cured and smoked.

When John took his family home Lou told Lenore and I to join her in the back room announcing we had to attend to some 'business'. Lou had apparently already given Wanda a heads up. Lenore was immediately angry I had discussed this with Lou. "Oh really, Lenore?" Wanda said. "You were party to my angst when I went through something similar a few years ago. Remember how my daughter, Bonnie spanked my butt for not telling her I was pregnant? I was a free woman and she pushed my buttons. I got all submissive and she twisted me into a knot. I was totally distraught afterwards. I finally came up with a plan to stop her before I fell down the rabbit hole. Once you are conditioned to submit it is hard to do otherwise. And we all know your history. You have been submissive for years and it has saturated your psyche. I honesty think you may never get past the tendency to submit to a more dominant personality and obey under certain circumstances. You barely got up the gumption to leave here. It took a lot of encouragement from all of us and a place for you to call home."

"What can I do?" Lenore asked. The quick answer was for her to accept and deal with the girls knowing her history and her tendencies. She did not have to answer to slaves but it would keep their respect if she let her history be known, own it and be her own woman and ride it out. Lou's suggestion was 'put on your big girl panties.' Wanda giggled and added "and don't let somebody push you to take them off when THEY want." As far as Sherrie is concerned the advice was to ignore her. "I can't ignore her. I already agreed to buy her this morning for five thousand dollars. Gretchen is buying one of the the other slaves and has no room. And I promised to not resell her for the entire term of her enslavement. Gretchen has a thing about girls winding up up in the big slave markets."

"Well if you committed, then I guess you guys will have another slave. But you cannot own her Lenore." Lou stated. Lenore began to protest. "All the slaves in your household are owned by Bas just as all the girls here are Derek's. You can have control but you are not in a place emotionally to be a slave owner." When Lenore began to argue again, Lou leaned forward. "Do you want me to take down your pants and spank your butt to make my point, LITTLE GIRL?"

Lenore turned white and then blushed. She shook her head and answered meekly, "No ma'am."

Wanda and Lou both smiled. "I just made my point." Lou said. "You have no business being an owner. You are a brilliant woman. You can manage businesses and household accounts, but you are not cut out to be a slave owner. You have a slave mentality. You are completely submissive. You need control and structure." I asked Lou about her and Sarah playing the role of uncollared slave like Lenore. "That was a game between the three of us, a very fun arousing game that changed our lives. We still play that role but ONLY to Derek. Lenore has occupied that submissive role with most of the significant people in her life since puberty. The exception was her husband who was not dominant, just abusive. It is now a part of who she is."

I made a comment about Lenore's family being almost abusive to get the ball rolling. Sarah glared at me. "I know Paige, Lenore's mother, and have talked to her. Lou and I have also discussed Lenore with Dr. Marge, Lenore's cousin. Yes they were tough on her, but NOT abusive. They could not get through to Lenore so they took some extreme steps. It might sound abusive to you but them they did what they needed to keep Lenore on the straight and narrow." I decided to back off the subject.

We left a short time later. Lenore drove Charlene and I home. I'd had too many beers to be safe behind the wheel. Brenda drove Richard and Marianne..

Richard took Marianne by the hand and walked her home after asking my permission again. Brenda looked at me and shook her head. "I may have made a little mistake, Bas. I reminded Richard he is still in high school and not a grown man. He was lucky his uncle let him use one of the slaves on occasion but as his mother I thought a little restraint was the best thing and he should limit his time with Marianne a bit." I was puzzled, and asked why that was a mistake. "He told me that since I agreed to be your uncollared slave, I had abdicated my authority. He could not use me or even strip and spank me, but he certainly did not need to obey me. He only has to answer to you now. What do I do? How can I regain control?

Lenore began to chuckle. "Guess what? The boy or I should say young man is right. You wanted to be a slave girl, so now you have to live with what it entails or quit." Brenda sputtered, blushed, then finally nodded as she understood Lenore was right. "I was where you are." Lenore stated. "I'm gonna bet that your pussy is getting wet right now just from knowing you are submitting to a situation you let out of your control. If it is I'm gonna take your clothes and send you home naked. Pull your pants down." I felt my cock getting hard as Brenda complied right there in the driveway without a word of protest. "Look at this, you are soaked. Strip and walk home. Unless Richard and Marianne are already in his room let them see you. You do not cover up or make the slightest attempt to hide your body from their view.. If they ask why you are naked you tell them fully and honestly. And you stay naked until you report back to me tonight." Brenda gulped and began to hyperventilate as her whole body actually shuddered.

"You enjoy making other women quiver in humiliation when you get the upper hand, don't you? Despite your own leanings." I accused, smiling. Lenore nodded.

"Hurting somebody does not excite me but controlling them does." Lenore admitted. "I know how I am wired. I've been on the submissive side of the coin. Our talk earlier got me thinking. I need to regain control of others around me. That is why I need to prove myself with Sherrie. I told you that yesterday. I caught myself thinking about it last night and even again this morning. I haunts me. I gave her power over me. More precisely, I let her TAKE it from me, my power and my dignity. I need to take it back."

"Brenda is different. I didn't take anything from her. She gave up her position to be part of a group and to fill a need, like I did when I joined the Hacienda. All she has to do to take back her permission to be dominated is say so. But she just chose to do what I said. Right now Brenda is about to burst with arousal. She'll cum if she even touches her clit. I wonder if she calls me to beg me to let her masturbate or just admits it later to instigate a little play. I never told her she couldn't get herself off. Want to make a kinky bet?" she added with a grin.

I said I was not sure I would like the bet. Lenore grinned. "Oh I know you wouldn't if you lost. You'd realize how it feels to lose your dignity when you paid up. It would be an intensely humiliating experience. But it will be hot." I elected to let the challenge go. Lenore grinned. "Okay. This time." I asked her what she meant. She shrugged and wiggled her tongue at me.

Marianne spent the night again with Richard. I was fixing a sandwich when Charlene walked into the kitchen. She was naked. "Hello, master. I decided I would be naked tonight." She turned around slowly with her arms out exposing herself fully. "Nobody else is home except us and Lenore. Do I sleep by myself or should I report to your bedroom for slave duty?" Mama Landry might have raised a naive boy, but the boy learned a lot since he left home. I grinned as I told her to go to my room. Then I asked her if she needed a little extra energy and offered her a sandwich. She giggled and accepted. "I love you, boss." she declared as she kissed me.

We were on our way back toward my room when the front door opened. Brenda stepped inside shivering. She carried a folded track suit. Her only bit of clothing were the flip flops on her feet. "I just had to wear something on my feet, Bas." she offered in explanation. "It is in the low thirties out there and supposed to frost by morning. Lenore said I have to stay naked until I report to her." Charlene looked at the other woman and giggled.

"Damn, girl, come over here and let me warm you up. Then we'll report to Lenore." Charlene said. I watched the two women embrace, their fronts melded, curvy buttocks poking out behind each. They rubbed each other's smooth skinned backs as they stood there for a minute. They turned their heads to look at me "Are you aroused, boss? Ready to go?" Charlene asked. She took Brenda by the hand and led her to my bedroom. Brenda was technically a free woman, but both knew they were on equal footing right now. Both slaves, although one was voluntary. I followed behind slowly. By the time I entered the room both women were on their knees, legs spread as widely as they could get them. Their hands were folded in the small of their backs.

I walked around them and sat on the bed. I was aroused watching the two present themselves as slaves. They seemed to ignore me, frozen in place. They kept their positions until we heard the shower turn off. A few minutes later the door opened and Lenore emerged. I observed both women's facial expression changed a bit, assuming a slight smile seeing Lenore.

When I awoke in the morning I tried to roll over and found I could not. Lenore was snuggled tightly against me. My sister in-law Brenda was packed up against my other side. Charlene slept on the other side of Lenore. I had to pee. I slowly extricated myself from their embraces, did a sit up and slid off the end of the bed without arousing any of the women. I paused for a few seconds to appreciate the view of three exquisite women lying naked in the half light but my bladder called me away. None of the three had budged when I returned. I slipped on my running shorts and then almost laughed out loud at my actions. I used to wear those shorts to keep from unintentionally exposing myself to my young stepdaughter, but these days every female in the house had not only seen me nude but had sucked my cock. I corrected myself, not all of them as Marianne was reserved for Richard.

I was on my second cup of coffee when Charlene shuffled into the kitchen, nude as I left her. "I woke up to go to the bathroom and saw you were gone." i made a comment about her being naked. "Yep, I wanted coffee, plus it is kinda wild and sexy. Damn, last night was fun. Apart from the 'losing my freedom' part, being a slave is not such a bad thing." I must have had a stupid expression on my face at the comment. "I'm kidding Bas! I absolutely hate not having a bit of free choice. But as for the rest, my life is better. I have people around me, a family of sorts, food, housing and all my basic needs taken care of. And the sex is loads better! Take my collar off right now, and I'd stay." Charlene sat down.

"Bas, I am more than half serious. Life does not give us much choice in how we live it. Just how we can fuck it up. YOU have the choice of how I live mine. What I eat, what I do, even who I fuck. I'd like a little say in the matter of course but with you and this group, I have to say I am satisfied. OKAY, I can't complain too much. I have my needs taken care of and I see my family. Little details in between makes it not so great but fuck it." She grinned at me and damned if both of us did not crack up laughing.

"You are a wise woman." I said.

"No, I am a pragmatist." Charlene said. "I'd like to tweak some things but right now what I have is FAR better than what I thought I'd have after I was collared and facing those angry women that day. But to be honest, if I lost this, I might slit my wrists. I don't know what I'd do with myself." I stared at her, shocked. She smiled. "But I am not afraid of that. I am a ride or die girl. I'll ride you to the end, Bas. You own not only my ass but my heart." She hugged me and buried her face in my neck. I patted her on the back as I sensed that was what she needed. After a few minutes I began to wonder if she would turn loose before my coffee got cold. Finally she did and wiped a single tear from her eye. For a few seconds, I wondered if I could confide in her about my concerns for the group dynamics after bringing in a new slave. Particularly one that could prove disruptive. I shook off that notion as a bad idea. As my uncle used to say, 'if your dog is in the fight, be careful which collar you are pulling on. You might get bit."

Charlene and I started breakfast and then I went to wake up the women still asleep in my bed. Brenda awoke and went for coffee and to help Charlene."After all that last night are you still concerned with what Sherrie might think or say?" I asked Lenore, laughing.

"Damn, Bas You ruined my high. It is not just about my being in charge of these other girls. It is I gave up to HER. Sherrie took me down. Not by my being legally enslaved or even beating me in a contest or one of those physical submission matches. She simply whispered in my ear and I gave my ass up. I turned over my panties. Nothing big really. Just an ounce of fabric but the significance is tremendous. I bared myself to her at her command. She TOOK control and I felt powerless." I suggested she think of it as a seduction.

"I tried, but it feels different. More intense. I felt powerless. I thought I got over it until I saw her again. I hate that feeling. I know I am being whiny, but too bad. It is the way I feel." Lenore said. She refused to discuss it further.

I called Lou to tell her Lenore was still worried about Sherrie. Lou laughed out loud.