Slave Management 101-4

Hello, and thank you for taking time to read my story. This is a first effort so I hope you will be forgiving of the mistakes I am certain my work contains.

This is the fourth installment and I suspect you'll be lost as a goose in a hailstorm if you don't read the previous chapters.

I find that the story is much longer than I expected it to be, so I wound up breaking it into two "books" with a change in writing style between book one which is written in third person and book two which I have written in first person.

The entire story is set in an alternate reality where slavery has been re-instituted. I'd like to thank the people responsible for creating the foundation on which this story rests, Carl Bradford, Joe_Doe_Stories, MrSmith27, and Avicia. Although my story has a very different character than most of the other work I've read set in this universe, I've tried to stick closely to the basic concept envisioned by the original creators.

I'd also like to thank bad_hobbit for reading the first chapter and providing invaluable insight that kept this story from becoming a Mongolian cluster-fuck..I hope. :-)

Shall we begin?

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CHAPTER 6

Dave was waiting on the tarmac as promised when the jet taxied to a stop and the hatch opened. He watched as James deplaned followed closely by a beautiful, young woman with blue eyes and generous breasts capped with hard nipples centered in silver dollar sized pink areolas. That had to be Emily. She stepped gracefully down the stairs in nothing but flip flops and her substantive, silver, collar.

The collar was thick, shiny, and sported one d-ring on the front for accepting the leash, or whatever her owner may deem appropriate. Dave couldn't make it out from his position, but he knew Emily's name was engraved on the stainless steel collar in an elegant script. Sam's name would also be engraved on it identifying him as Emily's owner.

Dave knew this because when he lived on Sam and Morgan's estate, one of the things he did was convince Sam to quit using leather collars on his staff. Dave preferred either heavy aluminum or stainless steel collars for slaves. They weren't much more expensive than the leather dog collars most people used. Metal collars would last forever, even in harsh environments. They were much stronger, locked more securely, and were much more elegant than their leather counterparts. To Dave, using metal collars was a no-brainer, and he'd convinced Sam to make the switch to stainless steel.

James looked much as he did the last time Dave saw him, a little more mature perhaps. He was in jeans and a short sleeve oxford shirt. James clothes fit him well, Dave could tell that the young man hadn't slacked on his training or fitness. James had an average face beneath his short brown hair. The most remarkable feature was his brilliant, attention-grabbing, emerald eyes.

Dave'd been looking forward to James' arrival so he grinned as he waved to get James' attention. James spotted Dave right away and headed towards him with Emily in tow. Emily obviously knew she was supposed to be two steps behind and just to the left of James as they walked, but she was having a bit of trouble maintaining position. Emily appeared to be enthralled with her surroundings and was therefore paying less attention to James than she should be.

Dave knew Emily'd been enslaved over student loans so she probably wasn't accustomed to spending time at an upscale private airfield. There was a large building that could be described as a mansion dominating the area. It served as a lounging area for aircraft owners and their guests while their planes were prepared for travel. It also housed the airfield's business office and even had a few well appointed bedrooms travelers could rent if they found themselves stranded for a day or two.

Of course Emily couldn't see any of that, what she did see was a dizzying array of hideously expensive private aircraft. Most of them were Jets, but there was also a hand-full of high end prop planes. This was an exclusive airfield that kept out the lower end of the private aircraft crowd and Emily was taking it all in with wide-eyed fascination.

About this time Emily stumbled over her own feet and nearly fell. She unconsciously gripped James' left arm to keep herself from falling. James instinctively spun around and used his right hand to help stabilize her as Emily regained her balance. Once Emily was stable again she looked at James in shock as she fell too her knees and began to beg James for forgiveness. Dave could see Emily was not acting out of fear, but did so out of respect for James. Emily was ashamed of her actions that were caused by lack of attention.

Contact initiated by a slave without permission could result in a severe beating. Dave watched curiously to see how James would handle the incident. James retained his calm demeanor as he addressed Emily.

James' once smiling face now showed a stern expression one might use with a young child who had committed some minor infraction. James spoke quietly, but with authority. Dave would have easily heard many owners shouting in a rage from this position, but Dave could only make out a word here and there. In general, Dave approved of James' reaction.

James finished addressing Emily, turned, waited a moment to allow Emily to rise and assume her proper position, and then resumed walking towards Dave. Dave could see that Emily had sharpened her focus and was maintaining position and posture perfectly as she followed along.

As James and Emily reached Dave, they stopped, Emily knelt, and James reached out to shake Dave's hand. Dave grabbed James' hand and pulled him in for a hug, the kind old friends share when they've been apart for a while.

They separated after the requisite three slaps. Dave looked down at Emily who was still kneeling patiently in what was pretty good posture. Emily's back was straight, she held her hands on her thighs palms up, but her knees were a bit too close together. Emily's head was high but she appeared to be studying the concrete intently, or perhaps she was looking at her obviously wet, aroused labia. Emily's entire demeanor indicated respect, and a strong desire to please her master.

Sam's description of Emily was spot on, although Dave thought she was much prettier than Sam indicated. Sam had a knack for finding the most extraordinary girls to fill his staff. If anything ever happened to Sam's business, he could make a fortune as a slave broker.

After greeting each other briefly, Dave indicated a double cab Ford truck they would be taking back to Dave's facility. An airfield ground-crewman had already deposited James bags in the back seat. As they approached the truck James looked at the bed with interest. The short bed had two rear facing rows of what appeared to be white fiberglass seats arranged three across for a total of 6 seats. Each seat was equipped with a 4 point harness. James quickly determined that the bed was set-up for slave transport.

Dave spoke, "What do you think, James?"

"I like it. I've never seen anything quite like this before. I guess the need to ride inside the truck is pretty much nonexistent in south Florida."

"Yeah, about the worst the slave would have to face is getting wet in the rain. Trips are usually short enough sunburn isn't a concern. Emily has a pretty good tan and should be just fine."

"Rigs like this are actually fairly common down here, although usually without the row by the tailgate. Kids love riding in the back when the slaves aren't back there, and sometimes when they are." Dave grinned.

Neither of the men had spoken to Emily since James addressed her stumble. James looked at Emily who was kneeling exactly where she should be. He asked, "Have you ever ridden in the back of a pick-up before?"

"Yes My Lord, many times when I was younger."

"Good. Climb in, take a seat, and buckle yourself in."

Emily responded "Yes My Lord" as she took James' end of her leash from his out-stretched hand. Emily quickly moved to the back of the truck and placed her left foot on the step bumper. Emily's well-toned athlete's body allowed her to climb nimbly into the truck bed flashing both James and Dave her still aroused and protruding inner labia. She climbed over the rearward set of seats to take the center spot up against the cab. This location would offer the best protection from the wind if they were to travel at speed.

Emily picked up both sides of the 4 way harness. Dave could see this was something new to her. He watched as she studied it briefly and then belted herself in exactly as she should. Once in place the buckles automatically locked electromagnetically. Until Dave hit the release on his key fob, there was no way the locks could be forced open.

Dave saw Emily look at James for approval. James subtly tipped his head as a nearly invisible smile played at the corner of his lips. At James' almost imperceptible indication of approval, Emily beamed happily and began to take in her surroundings. Dave walked to the drivers door and climbed in just as James was buckling himself in.

It was midday on a sunny Miami Sunday when the three of the them loaded into the truck. Dave started it and turned the A/C to max. The truck had been sitting in the sun for an hour or so and it was sweltering in the cab. At the moment Emily was the most comfortable of the three of them as she sat nude in the bed of the truck enjoying the sea breeze. Out of habit, Dave checked the rear and side view mirrors to verify there were no other vehicles roaming around and to be sure his human cargo was secure.

Dave put the truck in gear and headed towards the airfield's exit. He checked the clock on his dashboard seeing it was almost 11:30 in the morning. He thought it might be a good time to put James to the test with Emily. Despite what Sam told him, James seemed fairly confident handling Emily back there on the tarmac. Maybe James was quiet more-so than timid. However even James seemed to doubt himself. That could be due to youth, lack of experience, or even that he'd been told he was timid so often he'd begun to believe it himself. "This might be easier than I expected" Dave thought.

He looked at James and noted, "Wow, it's almost 11:30, no wonder I'm hungry. How about you?"

"That I am Dave. I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning."

Dave gave a James a knowing smile as he suggested, "You probably need to replenish your energy after a few hours alone in a jet with a sexy, naked, slave"

James looked out the window to hide the sheepish smile and glowing blush. "Ummm...well...I plead the fifth amendment"

Dave cackled, "Yeah, I thought so. So what's your favorite part, those firm perky tits, or that tight muscular ass?"

James was getting really embarrassed and continued to stare out the window. His simple answer was "Yes".

Grinning like a cheshire cat, Dave couldn't resist one more. "I know, I'll bet it's that tight, little bald kitty."

James turned to look at Dave, still blushing with an embarrassed grin that screamed "I'm so busted!" He didn't say a word.

"Yeah I thought so. Hey, I remember being eighteen. I'd have that girl bent over a seat as soon as hatch locked shut, and I wouldn't have turned her loose until the pilot kicked me out the door." Dave was laughing and James couldn't help but join him.

When the two of them quit chuckling Dave continued, "I know it's nothing special, but there's a Tamale's Bar and Grill between here and my place. The service is good, and so is the food. I'm sure you've been to Tamale's before so you know they have a variety of choices."

"Sure Dave, I like Tamale's, we go pretty regularly. Are they slave friendly?"

"Yeah, just about every place down here is. Miami is much easier going than Huntsville. Nobody will pay any attention to us. Although, with that eye candy following you in we'll probably get some jealous stares." Dave was sporting his usual grin.

"Works for me" James showed no sign of nervousness, on the outside at least.

Dave liked that James was keeping his cool. According to Sam, this was going to be an entirely new experience for both of them. Emily had never been out to a restaurant as a slave, and James had never managed a slave on his own in a public place. As a slave, Emily was completely vulnerable to everyone. She couldn't say 'no' to a free person, no matter what they did. Actively resisting a free person could lead to execution. Because of that, Emily would be looking to James for comfort and protection.

In order for this little test to go well, James needed to appear calm, cool, and collected at the very least. That would give Emily the confidence she needed to get through this. Dave felt confident as he pulled into the parking lot.

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James climbed out of the truck and went to the rear to wait for Emily to climb out of the bed. Dave clicked a button on his key fob and the harness buckle fell open. Emily looked at James apprehensively, "Am I to accompany you in the restaurant My Lord?" James was feeling quite nervous himself. Dave was there, but James was solely responsible for Emily. Seeing the worry in Emily's eyes, James knew he didn't have the luxury of indulging his own concerns. He had to manage Emily through her fears to prevent this experience from becoming a debacle.

"Well I'm sure not going to leave you locked in the back of an open pick up for an hour or so naked and unattended. You'll get sunburned and I'll have to listen to you whine all week. Now, get up and climb out of the truck"

Dave watched the two of them interact chuckling. Somehow James managed to keep a straight face during the exchange.

James saw that Emily's look of apprehension had turned to genuine fear, despite his attempt to lighten the mood. Ignoring her fear, Emily immediately exited the truck bed, knelt on the pavement, bowed her head and raised her hands above her head offering the end of the leash to James.

James took the leash in his left hand and told Emily to heel. Emily rose and took her place behind and to James' left, although she was a bit closer than she should have been. Sensitive to her fear James said nothing.

As the trio moved towards the door of the restaurant they fell in behind an older couple who looked like retirees. They were leading a nude woman that appeared to be in her mid to late forties. She was deeply tanned, but she was Asian so some of her tan was probably her natural skin tone. She was in very good shape with smallish breasts and minimal fat on her shapely ass.

The slave walked with confidence and grace following along behind her masters, as though she had not a care in the world. Both James and Dave were enjoying the view of this woman who practically defined the term MILF.

James could feel Emily close behind him. Even closer than when she fell in behind him at the truck. James prayed she didn't get too close and trip him. In public like this, with everybody watching and Dave judging his every move he would have address it. James wasn't going to hit Emily, he felt violence was generally counter productive for behavior correction. But, he would have to do something.

As the three of them followed the couple with their Asian slave through the door, James wondered if Emily was watching the self-assured slave leading them into the restaurant. James hoped the slave's calm demeanor would ease some of Emily's tension.

Once inside, Dave gave his name to the hostess who said there would be about a ten minute wait.

There were benches facing each other along each side of the entryway. The group they'd followed in sat down on one of the benches with their slave kneeling at their feet looking very sexy with her excellent posture.

Dave, James, and Emily sat on the bench facing the older couple in a mirror arrangement, the only difference being that Emily was hard up against James' left calf. Dave, gregarious as always struck up a conversation with the older man seated across from them. James listened but didn't engage in the conversation. Mostly he was watching Emily, trying hard to not look like he was watching her. James noticed that Emily was doing much the same with the slave kneeling across from her.

James didn't think Emily realized just how intently she was staring at the pretty Asian MILF. He'd learned today how focused Emily could become when something peaked her curiosity, he was a bit surprised Emily hadn't yet walked out in front of a bus while crossing the street. Once she concentrated on something, nothing else existed for her.

Apparently the MILF felt Emily's stare and she looked up slightly, just enough to catch Emily's gaze. The older woman had been watching the two slaves while her husband was speaking animatedly with Dave. She said nothing, just watched the connection being made.

The pretty Asian slave was showing Emily a comforting, relaxed smile. James couldn't see Emily's face clearly, but a bit of the tension seemed to leave her body. The MILF tilted her head up just a bit more, and silently mouthed to Emily, "Everything will be okay. You're doing great. You're safe here." This time James was certain he saw some of the tension leave Emily's body.

The older woman straightened her face and snapped at the milf, "Yuki! What do you think you're doing? Eyes down!"

"Yes Mistress" Yuki quickly averted her eyes but did not sound at all chastised.

Without a sound, Emily lowered her eyes back down to stare at the floor, hoping James hadn't noticed her transgression. James definitely noticed, he'd been watching the little drama unfold from beginning to end. James could see that Emily was still much less tense than she had been when they came in. Again, wanting to help Emily get over her fears, he said nothing.

The woman across from them was watching James watch Emily. When he looked up, James found her smiling in a most inviting way, not sexually, but as one who would like to make your acquaintance. Once she knew James was looking back at her, she gave him an exaggerated wink. He couldn't help but smile back. Then she dropped the smile, scowled at Yuki and with a Bronx accent she said, "I am so sorry for Yuki's behavior. She knows she shouldn't be flirting with other peoples slaves, don't you Yuki?"

With a Japanese accent Yuki replied, "Yes mistress, please accept this miserable slave's most humble apology"

"You say that every time, but you keep doing it, don't you?" She looked back at James grinned and winked again. James had the feeling this was a well rehearsed play between master and slave.

"Yes mistress" Yuki responded sounding as though she was enjoying the interaction with her mistress. This was a woman who had accepted her enslavement and felt cared for, perhaps even loved by her masters. James could sense the honest affection Yuki's mistress felt for her pet. Pet was the best way to describe Yuki. Her owners treated her as one would a beloved lap dog that went everywhere with her master.

The woman caught James' eyes and said, "I'm Gloria, nice to meet ya!"

James was taught to be a gentleman from an early age so he stood, stepped across the entry and extended his hand. Gloria took his hand delicately, pumped up and down once and released it.

Before James returned to his seat he replied, "It's a pleasure ma'am. My name is James."

Hearing his accent, Gloria asked, "I bet you're from Georgia, aren't you?"

James face assumed an exaggerated look of horror and disgust, with great indignity he said, "Hey! We just met and here you go insulting me! I'll have you know that I am from the great state of Alabama!"