Mom and Daughter Face Penal Slavery Pt. 05

"Why didn't... "

"Chris, I mean Dominus Goff keyed the locks to our collars. About the only door you can't go through at the Lodge is your cell. Still, always be sure to bend and spread at any scanners you come across and knock at office doors. Best not to advertise the ability to the guards and other slaves."

"Understood," and Deborah did. She had seen her share of people try to take advantage of IT workers' perceived physical and computer access rights in the past.

Entering the common area, Deborah was surprised to see a mini breakfast buffet spread on the conference table. Her eyes landed on the two carafes of coffee in the center of the table and Dominus Goff sitting at the head. She stepped to the table and reached for a cup to fill. And stopped. Goff waived his hand, "Go ahead. This is for everyone," He smiled and kissed Poms, stroking her breast. The kiss of a lover, not a dominus to a slave, Deborah noted. She sat down carefully, making sure the attached chair dildo staked her cunt, mimicking Pom's actions as her sister slave sat to the IT director's right. She tightened her butt muscles the way Blossom had instructed her cellmates earlier today.

"Ladies, clinch those cunt muscles every chance you get. Ass muscles, too. Otherwise, all the action slave cunts get daily can have both holes gaping twenty-four seven by your first thirty days."

Dominus Goff broke her reverie with, "Professor, not hungry? You haven't had anything but coffee."

"Dominus, I ate breakfast early. Given my current non-existent wardrobe, I can hardly cover any food indiscretions for the next year."

Goff chuckled, "Never fear. Normally we would be exercising for an hour from seven forty-five and again at noon till one. You have thirty minutes after that for lunch. You may have days when you will be excused from the first or second half of Guest Services depending on department or project needs. The Colonel making me get fit to keep my job when I first got here turned me into an endorphin junkie. So, barring something like today's unpleasantness, expect to work out daily."

"Two hours a day? During work hours?" Deborah was a little surprised.

"I raised the same objections with the boss. The Colonel said that the increase in productivity of a fit staff more than makes up for the time in the gym. I found that he was right. Which was good, as he is the boss. Plus, slaves are normally required to exercise three hours a day. As long as y'all don't get fat, he allows IT slaves to get by with two."

The last stopped Deborah from reaching for the bearclaw that was calling her name. Poms saw the aborted movement and smiled saying, "I love pastries too. But I never want Dominus Goff to trade me in for a skinnier model. Ouch!"

The dominus pulled his hand away from the nipple he had just tweaked, "Saucy cunt, like I would ever waste my morning wood to any other slave cunt." Turning to Deborah he continued,

"Speaking of wardrobe. I need you to contact your husband about sending some of your clothes up here. We have some good programs to mimic clothing on slaves when they have video calls with children, and family members who might be offended by nudity. But you are going to need some actual clothing for when you have to move around on screen to give presentations. "

"I wondered about that after I left our meeting. What about my collar? It must be visible at all times."

"Normally true. But the requirement can be waived for good cause by the facility a slave is serving their term at. The Colonel allows it for video visitation with small children. It's for the child and the child's caretakers' benefit, not the slaves. In your case, the terms of your enslavement coupled with the Lodge's business needs outweigh the benefit of the world knowing that you are a convict cunt. I assume that you have some high neckline shirts. "

"Blouses, "Poms sighed.

Goff's words about her servile status stung more than she thought they would. She shook it off, thankful that she didn't have to ask to contact Brett.

"Yes, dominus, I do. Would I be allowed to have a personal conversation with my husband as well?"

"Depends. Is it a legal matter?"

Deborah's heart sank, "No, it's about my brother-in-law and his slave."

"Oh, no problem. If it was a legal matter, then I would have you use my office. Since it's not confidential, then you can talk here," Goff pointed to a camera in the corner of the common room.

"Oh goodie. I am so glad it's slow today. I love watching vid sex," Poms chortled from where she was sitting on Director Goff's lap.

Deborah started. She and her husband Brett had had sexy video chats from the privacy of a hotel room when one or the other was away on business. The thought had not crossed her mind about doing it today until that very moment. Doing it in front of an audience? She felt her cunt get damp, "I don't understand. I am just going to ask him to ship me some clothes and to take charge of his brother's slave while he is out of state on business."

"That's what you think. I watched the video of your atonement session. I don't think your husband is going to be all business. " Goff chuckled and gently sat Poms on her on her feet and then keying something on his wrist comp, "Poms, clear the table and make popcorn. We are offline till one. Do you have the contact number?"

Deborah rattled off Brett's private number while Poms cleared away the buffet. Deborah was thankful that she had thought to memorize it and some other important numbers when she realized she would not have access to her wrist comp for a year. Dominus Goff keyed it when Poms moved the last of the coffee. At the other end of the table, the logo for Rogers Enterprises appeared as if out of thin air. In the lower right of the image was a small picture of Deborah but wearing a silver gray wool turtleneck sweater. She glanced over at Goff.

"Pretty cool. I talked a buddy of mine into letting us beta test it in exchange for keeping the gear and an honest appraisal and recommendation to the state if I thought it was worthwhile."

Deborah had read about the new imaging technology but seriously doubted that the state would spend the kind of money the articles had projected the system to retail for. Her thoughts were stalled first by the image of Trish Pertchelli, Brett's long-time assistant appearing and then derailed by the realization that she was wearing a low scoop top with a silver collar identical to the one around Deborah's neck encircling the busty olive toned woman's own nape.

"Office of Brett Rodgers, how can I... Oh, Doctor Rodgers! How is your research going?"

Deborah fell back on convention to get words out of her mouth, "Pretty well, thanks for asking. Is Brett in?"

"He was on a call and... he looks to be wrapping up. Let me put you through." The screen logo returned. Very unlike Trish, who usually loved to chat when waiting on Brett to get off a call, Deborah reflected.

"Ah Trish Pertchelli, disorderly conduct, and assault. Three months for disorderly conduct and eleven/ twenty-nine for assault. Looks like she didn't start it, but the judge took a dim view of her 'cunt punting' the woman who was having dinner with Ms. Pertchelli's boyfriend after the responding officers pulled the other woman off her. Sold to Rogers Enterprises for a total term of fifteen months. Seems feisty," Dominus Goff said looking up from his wrist comp.

"She does have an Italian temper," Deborah sighed. "I really hope that means she is throwing that creep Sergi out of her life for good." Before she could say anything else, Brett's picture filled the area across from her. She wanted to reach out and touch his image.

"Deb! So good to see you." he did a double take, and his voice lowered, "So very good to see you."

Deborah looked over at the corner. Her top was gone, and her tits and collar were now on display. Poms snickered. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Goff month the words "he knows."

Well, in for a penny and all that, Deborah thought, "Good morning, Dominus," she purred, pumping as much slut into her voice as she could manage. She added sliding her cunt up and down the dildo to her clenches.

"So, to what do I owe this pleasant surprise? I didn't realize that the State had invested in holo call tech. I wouldn't have it but for Rodgers Enterprises being an investor."

"The Lodge is beta testing the gear, Dominus Goff, the IT director, and my boss, allowed me to call you to ask you to send me some of my professional clothes with a high neck."

"What?"

Deborah explained the project, her role in it and the need to act like a free person, "I won't be going dressed anywhere but the office and only when I have to be Doctor Rodgers."

Brett nodded, "That makes sense and gives you more credibility for your cover story. I will take off early today and get them shipped by morning."

"No rush, it will be a couple of weeks at the earliest. Why don't you have Blossom take care of it."

"Blossom? Wait, did Rhett put you up to trying to change my mind about leaving her with me? I knew he was going up to the Lodge before he left for Cali."

"No, he did not. It's my idea. Why did you turn him down in the first place?"

"Because I am a man who knows his limitations. I won't be able to keep my hands off a live-in slave cunt."

"Why should you? I thought we talked about this. It's not like I can be celibate at the Lodge."

"But you don't have a choice. I do."

That wonderful, exasperating, man, "Dominus, your slave cunt is begging you. Please reconsider. Assume control of Blossom. Fuck her thoroughly. The alternative is he leaves her at the Lodge while he is out of state. Where she will be fucked thoroughly anyway. Your brother is crazy in love with her," Brett's utter shock at that statement confirmed Deborah's suspicions that Rhett did not tell his brother the whole story.

"Yes, he is. He also knows that you will protect her and give her what she needs while not getting possessive of her. After all, you have a hot slave cunt of your own," Deborah smiled and thrust her tits out. Where did that come from?

"Indeed, I do," Deborah saw him get a far-away look that was Brett's tell for intense thought. After a long minute he sighed, "Ok," he tapped on his wrist comp, "Done."

Deborah sighed in relief. Now to satisfy her own curiosity, "What's going on with Trish?"

"Sergei the asshole managed to take his current slut to the same restaurant that Trish was getting a to-go order from. Since the asshole was out of town on 'business' she didn't feel like cooking. Long story short, there was a brawl, some bystanders got hurt and Trish decided to kick the other woman in the crotch after the police separated them. "

"That Italian temper..."

"Exactly. I bought her. Stacked misdemeanors for fifteen months. I have plenty for her to do that I can keep her away from clients until the end of her term. The woman got nine months in a collar."

"Hardly seems fair, "Deborah replied.

"Perhaps, but nine months as a brothel slave at the House of Pain would probably seem a lot longer."

Deborah winced, that place was aptly named from what she had heard. "I can imagine. What about Sergei?"

Brett, grinned, "Turns out he had a suspended enslavement for hit and run. So, he is enjoying the salt air as animate property for Sunset Cruises for the next four years."

Deborah burst out laughing, "you're kidding!"

"Nope, for the next four years the asshole will either be fluffing the sixty-five and older crowd, while they try to recapture their youth, or licking post-menopausal domina pussy. If he's a good slave cock, he might even get to fuck some widows taking advantage of the amenities of the 'only cruise line catering to ALL the needs of senior citizens,' I think the advertising says. Did I mention that Trish told me on the way from the auction that Sergei hates oral and never would go down on her?"

"How is Trish taking it?"

"About as well as can be expected. She misses being able to cook and doesn't really like the slave kennel. But she knows that she has it a lot better than being a brothel slut. Plus, I am not letting the building rent her out."

Deborah was aghast, "Slave kennel? Brett, we have all kinds of room at home. Why isn't she staying there?"

"For the same reason that I didn't want to have Blossom. Plus, she works for me, and I want her to keep working for me once the collar comes off."

"So, you plan to keep her on after her term of enslavement? "

"Of course I do."

"Are you going to hold me accountable for what I do here at the Lodge?"

"We went over that. You don't have any choice."

"Did you tell her that you wouldn't use her as a slave?"

"Not exactly, but I have told her that it was not necessary when she offered to service me."

"Right now, she has no choice. Believe me that while it can be confusing, it is also very liberating. What are you calling her?"

"Friday."

"Ok, I assume that you are having to pay boarding fees for Friday. Plus, you are probably eating out more because you don't like to cook. Finally, I am willing to bet she is horny as hell. Keep her at the house after work. She can cook for you, and along with Blossom take care of all your needs. It's the fiscally responsible thing to do, after all."

Brett looked at her, eyes narrowed. Then he smiled and laughed. "Ok. I will be 'fiscally responsible.' Truth be told, I am tired of carry out. I know slaves get no choices, but I am not touching her unless she wants it. Plus, she needs to know the truth about you and Jessica. If she's living with me, she will find out. You realize that I will have to bring her and Blossom with me to the Lodge. Unless I kennel them."

Deborah had not, but that might be interesting in and of itself. Before she could reply, Brett continued, "You have been a mouthy slave cunt and now it's time to answer my questions and do what I tell you. Why have you been squirming in your chair?"

"IT slaves must sit on dildos up our cunts or asses. I am pretending that it's you, Dominus."

"Stand up. Play with your cunt with one hand. Pinch your nipples with the other."

"Yes, Dominus," Standing she felt the cock pop out of her sopping cunt. Doing as she was bid, her nipples responded immediately to her tweaks. Her cunt was so drenched her fingers almost made a squelching sound as they played in her folds. She panted with need. The feeling was intensified by Poms and Dominus Goff just outside of the pickup. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Poms on her knees, mouth engulfing her dominus's prick. Brett barked,

"Keep going. Cum when I tell you. When I was at Trish's auction I noticed a lot of smooth cunts. I like it. I want yours bald the next time I see it. Plus, I saw a lifer being sold. I think that slave rings in your nipples will be a good look for you. We are going to do that when you are released. Speaking of seeing your cunt, it's up to your boss of course, but I think we need some regular testing of this conferencing equipment. Perhaps a couple of days a week. After all, I owe it to the investors to give this system a thorough review."

"Attorney Rodgers, Director Goff here. How about Sundays and Wednesdays? Those are slow days usually for our group. I am enjoying you putting the Professor through her paces. I wouldn't mind seeing more of it."

"It's a deal. Professor. I am bringing Friday in. Don't stop. I want her to see what a slut a collar has turned you into." Brett punched at his wrist comp. "Friday, come in here. Lock the door behind you."

Through her increasing sexual haze, Deborah heard Brett's office door open and shut followed a moment later by Trish's gasp.

"Deborah's not on a sabbatical overseas with Jessica. They are both collared sluts at the Lodge serving terms of slavery. She wanted you to know. I wanted you to see for yourself what a hot slut the collar has turned her into. Now I have some questions for you. First, know that I want honest answers. Second, you will have a job here as long as you want it regardless of your answers. Understand?"

"Yes, Bret... Dominus." Trish's eyes were locked on Deborah as she responded. She licked her lips nervously.

"Ok, would you be comfortable staying in my house instead of the kennels?"

Trish's head snapped back, "Is that possible? Yes please! That place is horrible. Can I cook for you? I miss cooking so much."

"Of course, you can cook. I will have Rhett's slave Blossom staying for about four months as well. Professor here is insisting that I have sex with her. Will that bother you?"

Before the assistant could respond Deborah jumped in, "It's true. I don't want Brett to go without when I am being a three-hole bisexual slut at the Lodge. I never thought being a collared penal slave would make me so insatiable. How about you, Trish?"

Trish started breathing hard, "I have fantasized about Dominus Brett. I don't love him like you do, but I have always wanted to fuck him. I so wanted him to use me like a slave since he bought me. The other slave cunts in the kennel talk about how they are sucking cock, licking pussy, and taking it up the ass every day. I even begged Brett to let me suck his cock like all the other support staff sluts. But he didn't want to 'take advantage of me'. I want to be used by someone who does care about me rather than random strangers or whoever happens to get locked in a cage with me at night."

Brett spoke up, "I've heard enough. Friday, strip. Then on your knees to get my cock ready for your ass."

Deborah was gratified and Brett surprised by the speed with which Trish (Friday, she reminded herself), had her clothes off and Brett's cock in her mouth. Two minutes of that sight drove Deborah to the edge of release. 'Dominus, please let me cum!" she wailed.

"No Professor, not yet, Friday, drape yourself ass up on the table facing Professor. Look at her."

As Friday did as she was told, Deborah was vain enough to be pleased that while impressive, Friday 's tits were not nearly as lush as her own or Jessica's for that matter. Friday looked up at Deborah with a lustful expression. She started to say something to the prone slut when Rhett asked, almost conversationally, "Dominus Goff, I have your slave cunt hot and bothered. Perhaps you can take pity on her?"

"I like the cut of your jib sir. Professor, face down, ass up. Grab the sides of the table. "

Deborah didn't know which excited her more. Being bent over and taken on the conference table in front of her husband, her husband basically telling her boss to fuck her, or being almost nose to nose with a woman she has known for years being plowed by her husband in front of her.

" I see that you're a kilt man too," Brett said conversationally. Deborah could hear Friday moan softly. She whispered to the woman, "He's really got a great cock."

"Best I have ever had. You're one lucky woman to get this all the time."

"I know. I miss it. Have you ever licked cunt?"

"No."

"That's going to change. Blossom will rock your world. Ouch!"

"Less talk and more fucking, Professor."

Deborah reared up to meet Dominus Goff's thrusts into her needy cunt. She saw Brett smile.

"Only a few days in the collar and you're craving dominus cock, aren't you my slave cunt wife?"

"Yes, dominus husband. And domina pussy. But I can't wait for you to visit me and use me."

Deborah got lost in bliss as she was fucked by Dominus Goff and turned on by the sight of her husband using Friday. She had seen him fuck slaves many times at the Lodge with her blessing. This was different. Rather than some anonymous slave cunt it was a sister slave that she knew. Instead of being a passive spectator swilling booze, she was a collared slut cheering him on and getting her own cunt plowed by a dominus who had been a student of hers. She went over the edge.