Moving to a new place is exciting! Using your slave girl is just a plus.
James I was happy once. I had a relationship that I thought was everything. I lived and breathed for this person. I worked a menial job back then. I was younger and thought I had found my forever. I went through high school and a little college working through my sexuality. I liked girls of all types. Small breasts, large breasts, thick thighs and chicken legs. It didn't matter to me, I found I didn't have a type, whatever caught my eye or got my dick hard. But there were a few men that I was attracted to throughout those years. It confused me at first, but by the time I graduated from high school I knew I could go both ways.I didn't have this big coming out of the closet moment. It was just me and my mom, and she was cool with whatever. That made it easier to figure things out for myself. I didn't have to fight with my emotions or worry that someone would be disappointed in me. I have heard all kinds of stories about guys and girls having to work through these feelings. That wasn't
BensonI'm good at my job. On the nights that Shaw isn't with me, it makes my job a little easier. Then I'm not distracted by her creamy thighs and juicy t*its. I stay up late and work on my computer doing research on my suspects. Or in some instances, I guess you could call them persons of interest. When I first looked up James Donovan, it was just research. I never cared for Gayle, so I checked into the guy she married. It was just one of those gut feelings.I had trouble finding any information on him after his college years. He didn't graduate from the local college, but following a hunch, I went to one of those websites that have yearbooks. It was a digital one that the college put together through their journalism class. I found a picture taken during those years and, low and behold! I found a picture of James and Micheal. Together. It was a candid photo with lots of other people in the picture. If you weren't looking specifically for them, you might not even have noticed it. But
DanielNatalia and I were in the office when I called Benson back. He had previously asked me if I remembered when James had visited the office to see Gayle. Whether it was at night or during the day. Was it possible that James and Michael had met? If I thought the questions were strange, I said nothing. I told him I would think about it and get back with him. But I did more than that. I asked Brandt because he was there that day too. He recalled that it was close to the time that Gayle left for the day. James was there to pick up Gayle because she'd had a problem with her car that morning. He also remembered that it was around the time he met Honey. That meant I had a timeline and I could scour the video footage with more precision. She'd worked with us for little over a year, so going through everything would have been a real pain.Nat helped. We started by looking at footage from outside the front door of the club because someone, presumably James, would have dropped her off that mo
This chapter may be triggering to some. It contains consensual / non-consensual se*x with two men. Read at your own risk.JamesI could almost feel the noose tightening. Benson had called and wanted another interview. Just me this time. I'm glad. I never wanted Gayle mixed up in all this. She knew about Michael but only the bare bones. I didn't want to ever lie to her, but my humiliation was my own.I tried for two weeks to get that cage off my junk. I could have gone to a lock smith maybe? But that was too embarrassing. I didn't go to the cops for the same reason. I could hear the conversation in my head."Yes, officer, I went with him willingly. He made me suck his dck, and then I masturbated while he watched. Then he put this cage on and I did nothing to stop him." Yeah, sounds like a great conversation to have. It was my word against his. I didn't think much would come of it as far as a prosecution, but I'd be a laughingstock for sure. No, thank you.I made keys out of all sorts o
NataliaIt was hard coming to terms with the fact that Campo had assaulted Quinn on the night he met James in the club lobby. We didn't know exactly what Benson and Shaw had on James, but it was clear he was now their main suspect. It felt good that maybe we had given them the piece of evidence that tied it all together. I could feel good about that and sad that whatever was said between them that night was probably the catalyst for being cruel to Quinn to the point of almost killing her.If James was the murderer, then that conversation also got Michael killed, I surmised. James looked pissed at seeing Michael and worse after whatever it was that Michael said to him. Too bad the video had no audio. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.Daniel was going out of his way to distract me today. We are going downtown to search for a wedding dress and do a cake testing for the wedding cake. Then the florist shop. We still have a little ways to go until the house is
ShawThat video just about sealed our case for us. But not as solid evidence. We showed James the video, and he confessed to everything. Including trying to set up Lenore to take the fall.When we brought James in for an interview, we didn't have much but hunches. Or at least, Benny's famous hunches, the ones he's never wrong about. The boat was clean, like James said it would be. We got a search warrant for the house, and it is being executed now. Gayle was in another interview room. James didn't know that. Since they were married, we couldn't force her to speak to us because of spousal immunity. Whatever she knew about James before or during their marriage was privileged. But we had to try, of course. It would be up to her if she decided to give us information that could put James in a cell for life. Or a jury could decide to give him death since murder was a capital offense. And this particular murder appeared to be premeditated, which could make things worse as far as sentencing go
DanielI just learned that they had arrested James for the murder of Michael Campo. I had the copy of today's newspaper in my hands. I was drinking my coffee and waiting for Nat to finish getting ready for the day. I was glad it was over, but I felt sorry for Gayle. And her kids. I couldn't imagine being separated from Natalia for the rest of my life. There was no way James wasn't going to spend the kids' childhood's in prison at the very least. I sighed. This was all so fucked up.I heard the bedroom door open and Nat walked out of the bedroom with no shirt on, her gorgeous tits exposed to my eyes. My Slave. Fuck yeah, she wants to play. We'd been so busy packing for the move and getting ready for the wedding that I almost forgot about our contract. About the fact that I own her."On your knees, Slave," I commanded. I watch her shiver as she obeys me."Crawl to me," my voice is like gravel. My dick is already hard. I watch her ass wiggle in just a pair of panties as she moves closer t
NataliaThree Months LaterMy wedding day has finally arrived. I'm giddy but not nervous. Daniel is my forever, no question about that. My heart is full to bursting. I'm getting ready in the master bedroom. Honey, Quinn, my mom and Daniel's mom are all in here with me. We are all in various stages of getting dressed. Honey has done my hair. It's flowing down my back in big waves with some put up on top, out of my face and a small clip of flowers is attached to the back of my head. Quinn did my makeup, but I didn't want it thick or cakey, just light and fresh. I didn't want a veil, that was a little too old-fashioned for me. Plus, I want Daniel to get a good look at me as I walked down the aisle. I've never looked so lovely, I think to myself, looking in the mirror.I did want a few traditional things. Something old, something borrowed and something blue, something new, I think the saying goes. Anyway, between the four of us, we've got that covered. I do have something old. A beautiful
AnalieseOscar was looking at me, waiting for an answer. No, I didn't want him working at the club. I know, without him telling me, that women throw themselves at him. I mean, God, look at the man. He was tall, gorgeous with rippling muscles. Yeah, he was going to get hit on. And yes, I trusted him. Totally and completely, but that didn't mean I wanted him to be surrounded all the time with pus8sy, as he calls it, that isn't mine."Yes, I'm jealous already, but I trust you. You waited for me for years and now that you have me, I plan to give you whatever you want, whenever you want. I think that may give you an incentive to be faithful, right?" I teased him. "Plus, I'm not the girl that is going to tell you to quit your job, a job you seem to like, over something like jealousy. If your interest in me ever starts to wane, I might get worried though.""I'm never going to get tired of you. You're my whole world, Analiese. And since you mentioned it, you did say, I could have you, wheneve
OscarWe watched Manuel for the better part of the day. Ariana came for Manuel at around five. She had texted me to let me know she was on the way, so Ana had all of his things packed back in his bag, including a now clean bottle. It was a very enjoyable day. I loved spending time with my nephew, and he was no trouble.Ariana grumbled a bit because Mama wanted her back again tomorrow. Ana offered to watch him again. I would be in bed for a good part of the day sleeping and wouldn't be able to help, but she was fine with that. So it was decided. I helped load the car and reminded her that we might need a play pen for him to nap in. Ariana said she would put it in the car tonight so she wouldn't forget as she would be bringing him earlier tomorrow.As I gave her a hug goodbye, she asked, "Did you see the note I left you?" I was confused."Note? Ana said she found a note with emergency numbers. She put it on the fridge.""No, not that one," she seemed uncomfortable.She reached into a si
AnalieseI could have squealed when Oscar told Ariana to bring Manuel over. That little boy has been in my thoughts a lot lately. He was such a happy baby. I was super excited, and I gave some thought to what we would do while we had him, which would be a few hours at the least. I got out the vacuum cleaner and vacuumed the living room floor. Then I used a dry mop on the tile. I was thinking that now we had Coco and Mystic, there was probably unseen animal hair everywhere. I wanted Manuel to be free to crawl around anywhere he wanted. We didn't have any glass furniture or knick-knacks he could break, so we were good on that front.Oscar laughed at me as I scrambled to clean up the floor. He had made himself a post-workout smoothie while I rushed around. I was just putting things away when we heard the knock on the door. Oscar quickly strode to the living room and let Ariana and the baby inside. They hugged, and I stood off to the side with my hands behind my back. I was trying to conc
AnalieseWhen I woke, Oscar was gone from bed. I looked at my phone and saw it was late morning. I needed to pee in the worst way, so I did that first. Oh, my as8s ached. I saw a tube of ointment on the bathroom counter. I know he left that out for me, so I applied it and washed my hands thoroughly. I should jump in the shower, but I wanted to find Oscar.I moseyed into the living room, and then into the kitchen. He wasn't in the apartment. I was very surprised. He hadn't left me alone like this before, except that one night, but he'd really been here all the time, so I didn't think that counted.I found a note on the counter. He went to the gym. That made sense. He hadn't gone in the last two weeks, and today he was going back to work. He probably wanted to get back on his regular schedule. Since he was obsessed about Dylan, I had to assume that Oscar knew the guy was still in jail. I wasn't worried. I had my Coco. And he'd installed the cameras. I'm sure he was keeping an eye on me
OscarAna looked fuc8king gorgeous in my namesake pose, waiting. So submissive. So curvy. Her creamy skin, marred with marks I put on her. I was rock hard. I stalked closer. The room was so quiet, I could hear the whisper of my jeans rubbing together as I walked. I found the lube in the nightstand drawer and picked up the plug."Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, Fu8ck Toy," I ordered.I'd been thinking of this all night. The plug was made of glass, and it winked in the dim light of the bedside lamp. I was looking forward to seeing it in her, as much as I was about seeing her pretty pus8sy bared to me. I watched her tit8s bounce as she crawled on the bed. I loved those fat jugs. I wanted to give them some attention too, but soon they were out of my sight.I stared at her slit. It was glistening, ready for my co8ck. But not yet. I knelt down behind her and pulled her back to the edge of the bed a little, then I buried my face in her sweet cu8nt. I wanted to taste her, and she nee
AnalieseHaving dinner with my parents was nice. I enjoyed them and their banter. My mom was probably submissive like me, but in the bedroom, which eww, I didn't really want to think about. But outside of the bedroom she had a mind of her own and she gave as good as she got. Which a lot of the time, made for some hilarious conversations.It made me think of what I told Oscar earlier when I caught him on the phone with Mindy. I understood why he called her, and I wasn't threatened by it. I did, however, mean what I said. I'd fu8ck him up if he talked with her again. She couldn't be trusted, and I didn't want her anywhere near him, even it was in his ear. I know she must have said something provacative to him. I would ask another day, when I wasn't a Toy for his pleasure.Oscar was calmer now, back to his old self. He had needed to discipline me and strangely, though I had never known it, I needed said discipline. I very much enjoyed our dynamic. I hoped one day soon he would take me to
OscarI watched Ana sit down gingerly. Satisfaction, pride, and lust, roared within me. She took the plug like a champ. Watching her stretch wide made me feel like an animal. A ravenous beast. Knowing it was inside her now, my di8ck twitched. I willed it not to get hard right now. She needed a rest. My d8ck needed a rest, but it was fired up, knowing she was full of my cu8m in her pretty pus8sy and the plug in her as8s. Divine.Her punishment was done, and I was so fu8cking proud of her. I had spent years imagining all the things I would do to her if I ever got the chance. I had a running tally in my head and I ticked off some of the boxes. I had waited patiently for the day I could punish her for some infraction. Today was my lucky day. I grabbed my junk and squeezed. Ana looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I just grinned at her. I made sure she drank some water and had a few Asprin to help with the pain she must be feeling.I'd leave her alone until after dinner at her parent's hous
AnalieseOscar's hands on me ignited a different kind of fire in me. After a few minutes, I started to whine and moan. He was in no hurry though, he just continued to run his hands all over me. My breasts especially. He began to pluck my sore nip8ples, each in turn. I arched in his arms to give him better access. I was enjoying the pain, my pus8sy leaking. He'd gotten naked to swat me and I could feel him hardening beneath me. I'm sure he could also feel me soaking his thigh, but he continued the slow torture.I was impatient, I dared to rub my wetness against him, spreading it on his thigh. Finally, his hand made it down where I needed the most friction. He spread my lips open and easily slid two fingers into my slick, then pushed inside. I started shaking again, for a different reason. I was so close, it would only take a moment and I would climax, but he was still teasing me, ignoring my cl8it.I whined. A low mewling sound erupted from deep in my throat, as I tried to move my lowe
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo