Candace does seem to be away for the weekend, now doesn’t she?

Oh well!! That just means there’s more time for me-

Me as in Claudia, not me as in Chloe, the stupid little slave girl hardly has the self-awareness to be able to narrate like I do, so I guess that just means your stuck with me for this chapter.

But worry not, dearie be, I’m always entertaining~

Where was I anyways… oh right, playing with one of my slaves. “Roll over, dear~”

Zenna got down on her belly, doing a full roll onto her back and then back up onto all fours, even despite the painful nipple clamps attached to her chest.

“Now roar like a cat, little lion.”

Zenna whined, but she complied, getting onto her knees and roaring loudly, like a pathetic little lion waving her front paws in the air for her master’s entertainment. “Grrraaawwwrrr!!”

“She’s like a cat, Mommy!! Look!!” Lilian pointed at Zenna’s pitiful display from sitting in my lap, giggling to herself.

“That she is, sweetie. Isn’t she cute?” I smiled, gently running a hairbrush through my daughter’s hair. I often sat with her in her room and made her nanny do tricks for her and I to enjoy, it was always fun to watch Zenna make a fool of herself on the floor at our feet.

“She is! She is! Can you make her crawl under the bed and hide there?” Lilian could not stop giggling, pointing at the nanny slave to see her do more tricks.

“Yes, of course darling.” I snapped my fingers and pointed at the bed beneath us, it was always fun to do this with little Lilian because she came up with the most wonderful little ideas sometimes with that starstruck little brain of hers, I just couldn’t get enough of hearing her suggest things that I would never even think to think of. “Under the bed.”

Zenna smiled, bearing her soft little fangs for us to see before crawling under the bed to hide like she was told… like she was instructed to by a five year old. Of course her fangs didn’t look soft, they were rather sharp, but Zenna was harmless, especially to Lilian and I. She was an obedient little cat doll, one who I had trained to smile happily when being ordered to submit, and it was working quite nicely.

“Kitty!” Lilian giggled, no longer able to see Zenna now that she was hidden away beneath the bed. She tried to hop out of my lap and back onto the floor to follow her, but she couldn’t exactly escape my grasp even though she was my daughter, I needed to finish doing her hair before leaving her to play with the slave. “Can we get a kitty, Mommy?”

“Probably not anytime soon, sweetheart.” I smiled, finishing with her hair and tying off the second of her little orange braided pigtails. “Besides, we already have pets to play with~”

“Like Nanny!” Lilian giggled, pointing down at the floor.

“Yep, just like Nanny.” I smiled and sighed, letting her hop out of my lap and back onto the floor. “You may come out now, Zenna.”

Zenna did just that, climbing out from under the bed and instantly being climbed on top of by a five year old. The slave knew that when she was told that she may do something, she was really being ordered to do so, quietly and without complaint. “Are you leaving now, Master?”

“I’m afraid I have to, yes.” I chuckled lightly, admiring the little display in front of me.

“Yes, Master. Have a nice day at work.” Zenna winced slightly, being more than a little bit rough handled by Lilian as my daughter climbed onto her back to ride her without asking.

“But Mommy!” Lilian pouted, frowning as she looked up at me on my slave’s back. “It’s the weekend…”

“It is the weekend, I know honey.” I sighed, smiling down at her to try and console her. “But Mommy has important work to do today~”

“Are you gonna be home tomorrow, Mommy?”

“Of course I will be, Mommy wouldn’t leave for the whole weekend, promise.”

“Okay, Mommy…”

“Be a good girl.” I smiled and gave my daughter a kiss on the forehead, before scratching Zenna behind the ears. “Both of you~”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Zenna smiled, lowering her head in reverence. “I’ll watch over her until you return.”

“See you tonight Mommy!!”

“See you tonight girls, I’ve got to go~”

I stepped out of Lilian’s room and back out into the hallway, heading down the stairs to make one last stop before I did finally leave for work.

Now where in the world would she be…

I pondered it over in my head trying to figure out where Chloe would have gone, getting about halfway down the stairs before stopping and turning back around to head back to my bedroom upstairs.

“Oh, Josephine, darling.” I opened up the door to my bedroom and stepped inside, glancing over at the very luxurious bed that my wife didn’t like to leave unless she had to, and sure enough there they both were.

“Hello, beautiful.” Josie smiled, waving at me from at the foot of the bed, sitting down next to the other, slightly smaller redhead girl. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I was just leaving.” I grinned, turning to the girl next to her and glaring her directly in the eyes. “I was just looking to have a word with her before I left.”

“Are you talking about me, Ma’am?” She swallowed nervously, smiling at me and lowering her head, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I was looking for you as well~”

“Oh really?” I chuckled, tapping my cane on the floor. “I didn’t see you come up the stairs.”

“I took the dumbwaiter this time, Miss.” She kept her gaze pointed downward while it wasn’t needed. “Like I was told to.”

“Good girl.” I hummed, seeing the improvement in her actions over just one day. “And why were you looking for me?”

“To apologize for last night, Ma’am.”

“And what are you doing in bed with my wife?”

“We were gossiping, honey.” Josie stepped in to defend the girl, giggling at me and rolling those gorgeous green eyes of hers. “We’re talking about drag shows right now, in case you’re wondering or getting jealous of our private conversation~”

“Oh yeah, and how’s that going?”

“She’s a fan~” Josie gave Chloe a look out of the corner of her eyes, still facing me, which made the slave blush. “Of drag I mean, not of mine.”

“You haven’t done shows in years, sweetie~”

“I know… but I might be thinking of getting back into it, never too late to try, I’m only 32~”

“Oh gosh, please don’t remind me that you’re my brother’s age, he’s 32.”

“He’s a few months older than me, too.”

“I remember!! Stop making me feel old~!!”

“If you want to feel old, just remember that he doesn’t have any kids yet-”

“Alright alright, I’m leaving!!” I sighed, tapping my cane on the floor once before pointing across the room with it towards the slave elevator. “Chloe, come on.”

“M-me?” Chloe glanced up nervously, hopping to her feet and nodding. “Am I coming with you?”

“Just downstairs, but yes.” I continued pointing at the door to the dumbwaiter. “Of course, you won’t be taking the stairs~”

“Y-yes, Ma’am. Of course.”

“Hop to it, slave.” I watched her jump to her feet, my wife rolling her eyes and following after, helping her into the dumbwaiter and slowly sending her downstairs.

“You didn’t have to steal my entertainment for the morning, did you?” Josie rolled her eyes, getting ready to climb back into bed.

“I have plans for her~” I snarled eagerly, wanting to make Chloe as desperate as possible. “Hand me some of your favorite magazines, won’t you?”

“I see where this is going.” She giggled, gathering a stack of dirty magazines and handing them off to me. “You’re going to drive her insane, you know?”

“I know, that’s my plan.” I took the books from her and kissed her on the cheek before waving goodbye. “I’ll be home before dinner~!!”

“You had better be!!”

Now let’s give this cute little lesbian a run for her money.

I caught the kiss that my wife blew to me as I headed back down the stairs to find Chloe. She was waiting for me of course, she had gotten downstairs first but I at least knew she wouldn’t be wandering through my house. The dumbwaiter didn’t exit straight out into the slave’s bedroom, it exited into a small little cell between the elevator and the bedroom, and that cell was currently locked, she had stepped into a tiny trap that I had laid for her.

“Come on you two, give her some space!!” I scoffed as I stepped into the slave room and rounded the corner towards the cell. The sister slaves, Autumn and Darcey, Josephine’s slaves, were sitting just on the other side of the cell, looking in on her as she sat there on the floor. “Cooking, cleaning, and entertaining my wife- chop chop, go.”

I sent them away very quickly, watching the brainless Darcey and the heartless Autumn skip and saunter out of the room respectively.

Don’t make her uncomfortable, give a dog a bone girls.

I sighed making sure they were gone before opening up a small hatch between her little cell and I, peeking in at her sitting cross legged on the floor, quickly adjusting her position to a kneeling bow as soon as she saw me.

“Am I in trouble, my lady?” My lady, that was new to hear from her, I like it. “Because I wanted to apologize for my misbehavior last night.”

“Yes, I do recall your misdeeds at the lady Josephine’s feet last night, but you were and are forgiven for that.” I smirked, sitting casually on the floor and admiring her. “The chastity device is its own thing now~”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for punishing and forgiving me…” It was cute how she thanked me for her punishment, but it was clear that she wasn’t thankful for the belt around her waist.

“That belt isn’t just there to punish you and stop you from having any more prohibited sex with my wife, though that is certainly one advantage of it.” I grinned, making sure she saw me reach inside and press the tip of my cane to the front of her metal chastity belt. “It’s also to prevent you from playing with yourself~”

She looked down at her, shivering with terror and delight as she was suddenly electrocuted by the belt, squeaking loudly at the pain.

“You’ll be able to go to the restroom with it on, but unless you’re a fan of having anal orgasms, you won’t be able to pleasure yourself with it on… and I would be surprised to find out that you have a prostate, to say the least.”

“I don’t, Miss.”

“Good to know… I have the only key, so have fun with your new little torture toy.” I pulled back my cane, reaching into the cell and dropping a stack of magazines onto the floor for her to read and enjoy. “Have fun with these magazines today, I’m leaving you locked in here for my own enjoyment, which is really your only job- to entertain me.”

“Y-yes, Ma’am… thank you…” She stared at the stack of porn, swallowing nervously and trying not to let her hands drift down between her legs.

“You can get into the bathroom from either the cell or the bedroom, but only from one at a time. Entering through the cell will lock the door to the bedroom door from the inside and the outside until you leave through the door back into the cell, and vice versa. Your fellow slaves won’t be able to reach you in the cell by going into the bathroom, only the latest door to be open from the outside can be opened from the inside.”

“I understand, Ms. Mariam… thank you for letting me know.” She continued eyeing the stack of magazines, unsure of whether or not she should even flip them open or not.

“My colleagues call me Ms. Mariam, Chloe… and you are not one of my colleagues, are you?”

“N-no, Ma’am… I am not.”

“So what do you think you should call me instead?”

“Master. I should be calling you Master.”

“And you have been trying to avoid that, haven’t you?”

“I have. I’m sorry… I’ll do better about it from now on.”

“Then go on, show me what you’ve got~”

“Yes, Master. Thank you for putting me back in line, Master.”

“That’s a good girl…” I smiled, slowly rising to my feet and closing the hatch to her cell. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get to my actual colleagues now. They deserve my attention much more than you do~”

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It was always dreadful to have to leave my mansion on the weekend, but I had important work that waited for me at the plant- plaaaaaa -

Place of work. At the office. That’s what it’s called, an office.

A simple slip of the tongue, nothing more, nothing less.

I worked at an office, that’s what we’ll call it, an office.

I had important work that waited for me at my place of work, the office.

And my chauffeur was already waiting at the car for me to drive me to work.

“Working on the weekend, really?” Russel Ross, my chauffeur and lackey, was a middle aged white man with a full beard, often wearing a pair of aviators and dressed in a suit. Most of my lackeys wore suits while out in public, even the women. Especially the women, they wore whatever I told them to, and I happened to think that the ladies looked gorgeous in a nice tailored suit.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all already, Ross. Let’s go.” I climbed into the car, opening the passenger’s side door for myself like a normal person, eager to get to work already. “You aren’t high already, are you?”

“Not yet, Ma’am.” He chuckled, getting behind the steering wheel and kicking it into gear. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I am.” I fumbled for the cigarette in my suit pocket, having hollowed it out and replaced its contents so that I could smoke in public. “At least I would like to be.”

“I can smell that, yeah. What, is it not working?”

“Not exactly, no.”

“I thought that shit was supposed to be strong?”

“It is strong.” I sighed, rolling down the window so that I didn’t fill the car with gas. “But amazingly, Josie and I are almost numb to it already.”

“Wow, already?”

“Yes.” I sighed, breathing in the fumes as I lit the cigarette, holding up my hand towards the driver for just a second while I held the gas in, before breathing it out of the window. “But at least it’s been working for my mother.”

“Lilith, you mean? I thought your mother only smoked the normal shit?”

“She did, but I guess either dying has opened her eyes to new possibilities, or she’s just in that much pain to the point where she needs cannabis to keep it together.”

“Your mother is dying???”

“Yeah. I found out this week.” I took another hit, holding this one in longer in the hopes that it would be more effective. “She went to the doctor about her chest pains, and they told her that the cancer had relapsed. She’s got until the middle of January to live.”

“That’s horrible, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, she hasn’t exactly been the best mother anyways. She always liked Cyrus a lot better than she liked me.”

“Yeah, but you’re a daddy’s girl, right?”

“I would like to be one, yes. But daddy likes Candace better.”

“He likes who better?”

“He likes my little sister, she’s his favorite.”

“Wait, you have a little sister too?”

“I- eugh…” I sighed, needing to take another hit before being able to continue this conversation any further. “My baby brother, Cardinal the second, is my baby sister now… she goes by Candace.”

“That’s awesome.” He grinned, nudging my shoulder with his right elbow. “Tell her congrats from me.”

“Will do, Russel. We’re almost there, right?” I sighed, examining the cigarette in my hand. “I never really pay attention enough to know how to get places.”

“Don’t worry about it, that’s my job.” He chuckled and adjusted his sunglasses, not seeming to mind. “Richmond drive’s a ways away though.”

“Then pick up the pace, I want to get this over and done with and get back to my family~”

“You know this could have waited until Monday, right?” He shrugged and picked up speed, the only reason for him to go below the speed limit being the fact that I had my head halfway out of the window. “We could have just kept her in a holding pen for the weekend.”

“I’d rather not wait if I don’t have to, I might not be able to afford it.” I sighed, having no qualms with the increased speed when it came to smoking in the car. “She could bite her tongue off and kill herself before I get to her.”

“I highly doubt that, Ma’am.”

“Look, there’s no reason to keep feeding her if she’s not going to do her work, if a slave needs a prompt talking to, then that’s what they’re going to get… sooner rather than later.”

“Fair enough, Ms. Mariam.”

“Which one is she, anyways?”

“#6113, Ma’am… Martha Moss.”

“Martha Moss… Martha Moss…” The name rolled off of my tongue really well, it just wasn’t one that I recognized. “I don’t remember that name… who is she?”

“Just some nobody who works in cultivation.”

“Is she cute, at least?”

“Would she be getting a talking to from you if she wasn’t, Ms. Mariam?”

“Fair enough.” I chuckled, bending the cigarette in half and tossing it out of the window into the aether. “I’ll teach the little thing to learn her place and appreciate her job, that’s for sure.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Russel was getting at least a little bit excited, I could tell. “Do you want another smoke?”

“Do you have another smoke?”

I turned to him and he turned to me, pulling another cigarette from his coat pocket and holding it out towards. “Just get me another one to replace it?”

“Pfft, please, I’ll get you ten.”

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“Have someone clean up in there, preferably non-essential personnel… I don’t want anyone important to waste their time with her.”

I stepped out of the cell, satisfied that I had done a good job dealing with the troublesome slave woman.

“How did it go, Ma’am?” The head of the… office skipped right on up to me, Violet Zachary, my personal favorite henchwoman, bright and chipper as always.

“Let’s just say you won’t be having any more trouble with her, I assure you.”

“She’s learned her lesson then, Ms. Mariam?”

“You can definitely say that.”

She tilted her head for a moment, almost like a curious little monkey, before skipping over to the window into the cell and looking inside. She wasn’t chipper for very much longer, because once she saw what was inside, she went wide-eyed. “What in the world did you do to her, boss?”

“Boss???” I chuckled, making my way over to her and grabbing her by the hip, pulling her to me. “Please, boss is what my slaves call my enforcer, you can call me Mistress~”

“Oh come on, you.” She pushed herself away from me, giggling and shaking her head. “I’ll go get you the tape, Mistress ~”

“I would appreciate that, yes.” I grinned, stepping over to one of the adjacent walls and leaning against it as I watched her skip away, just as chipper as she was when she had gotten here.

I would pull out another blunt to smoke, but there was nothing quite as powerful from the drugs that could match the buzz that I got from what had just happened in that room with that slave… and I needed Violet to bring back the footage with the recording of what went on in there so that I could relive it again and again… that would be better than any high the marijuana could give me right now, so I guess the cultivator slave was good at giving me a nice buzz after all.

“Here it is, #6113Z, just how you like it.” She held it out to me, a big smile painted on her pretty lips. “On a VHS cassette~”

I eagerly grabbed it from her, kissing the outer shell before putting it safely into a box, and then into my bag. “I guess little Martha Moss belongs to me now~”

“I think all of the worker slaves belong to you, Miss.”

“Effectively yes, but technically they’re all family property… you know, my father’s?”

“How is your father doing nowadays anyway?”

“Oh he’s doing fine, he’s had some troubles with my little sister here and there, but he’s doing alright.”

“Your little sister?”

“Oh my god, yes. My little brother is my little sister now. I’ll give her your congrats, thank you.”

“Wait, your father really let Cardinal transition?”

“Yes, yes he did. Amazingly, I know- but we all support her.”

“That’s great to hear. Does your mother-” She stopped herself, quickly switching to offering condolences. “I um… I heard about your mother…”

“Oh come on, she’s not dead yet.” I smiled, smacking her on the ass one last time before I left. “We’re having a party for her next month and you’re invited. Bring Russel.”

“Whatever you say, Miss. Have a nice day~”

“And you too~!!”

Russel drove me back home, a bundle of fresh drugs in his coat pocket as he dropped me back off at my mansion for the evening.

Hopefully I didn’t miss dinner…

I stepped into the vestibule, turning right and heading into the sitting room, rolling my eyes at who I saw there waiting for me.

“Oh my god, you’re not still here, are you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Claudia. You didn’t really expect me to leave before dinner, right?” She held her hand out expectantly, her other hand still clutching her cane, clearly out of discomfort and injury. “Give.”

“Keep them.” I rolled my eyes, but smiled at her, tossing a whole bundle of cigarettes at her this time rather than just one. “Stay however long you’d like, but take those home, you don’t need to keep hanging out here just to get drugs, mom.”

“I know that, honey… don’t blame me for wanting to spend time with my daughter before I pass away.” She coughed, struggling to get up onto her feet. “But if you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

“Stay the night mom. It’s fine.” I smiled at her, trying to let her know how much I cared about her. “Leave tomorrow, or next week, or next month, or not at all, I really don’t mind… I love you mom.”

“And I love you too, sweetheart.” She smiled, and I smiled back, before turning back into the house to find my new prey.

Right. The slave.

She was still in her pen, right where I left her, staring longingly at magazines- she was just that weak. Even if she couldn’t touch herself, she still wasn’t strong enough to keep herself from looking at the porn magazines I had given her to entertain herself with, and I had been counting on that.

“Good evening, little thing.” She was apparently too enthralled by the magazines to notice me approaching at first, but once I began opening the door she scrambled to attention, on her knees and grovelling for her new master.

“Good evening, Master. Welcome home, how may I serve you?” She stared down at the floor, not at the magazines, but at her own knees.

“Have you been rehearsing what you were going to be saying in your head for a while now?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I won’t lie to you, I have been…”

“And what have you been looking at?” I tapped my cane on the ground a couple of times before pointing it at her, keeping her at bay while I got to check out what pages the magazines were all currently open to, and they were all currently open.

She blushed, watching me slide all of the magazines across the floor to my feet via the cane, but despite her embarrassment she didn’t stop me, even though she clearly wanted to.

At first it wasn’t too terribly interesting, there were a lot of magazines to go through, Josephine was way too into them, and a lot of them were open to pages with women that I hadn’t really even looked at. Then a few of them started to seem familiar, pictures of women that I recognized, pictures that Josephine liked a lot.

And then a slightly disturbing pattern started to emerge, with a lot of the magazines flipped open to pictures of a very specific woman. She was a woman that I knew all too well, and I recognized all of these pictures, having looked at them a lot.

There were a lot of them there, but if a magazine had a picture or article with her on it, Chloe had successfully flipped the booklet open to it. None of them were naked of course, the gaming model didn’t often do shoots naked, if ever, but there she was.

Candace. Chloe had a lot of them open to pictures of my little sister, Candace.

“There she is.” I smiled awkwardly at her, beginning to collect the magazines at my feet, sliding them away from. “There’s my sister…”

“If I may ask, Master…” She was blushing, unsure of how to approach the topic. “Why do you have so many naked pictures of your sister?”

“I’d advise you to keep that mouth of yours shut before you say something that upsets me, Chloe.” I blushed, picking a stack of them up off of the floor. “One, I got them because my sister is in them. Two, I haven’t seen her in years. Three, I wanted to check up on how her transition was going, maybe see if she had gotten the surgery yet… and four, they’re not all porn magazines, some of them are special printed versions of online gaming publications, articles about her and whatnot.”

This had been an extremely terrible idea. I had known that my sister was in a lot of these magazines, but I hadn’t expected her to fixate on that fact. But nevertheless, I began flipping through the numerous magazines, trying to move past her modeling photos to get to said gaming publications.

Now there were quite a lot of magazines with her in them, that was true, and the vast majority of them were pictures of her mostly naked, that was also true, but my points still stood. I flipped past a lot of them, mostly with her alone, but some of which with that gorgeously stunningly little mouse friend of hers, Aria.

And I eventually found one of the gaming magazines I had mentioned, grabbing it out of the pile and pointing it at her. “Here, see… like this one.”

She just sort of looked at me, not blankly like the empty-headed Darcey often did, but with a thoughtful confusion as she glanced back and forth between me and the magazine. “I… I know, Ma’am… I was just reading that before you came in…”

“Right, well… there you have it then.” I turned it back around towards me and set it back on the pile of open magazines in an attempt to block out all of the porn of my little sister behind it. “I should take these back upstairs then…”

I couldn’t help but stare down at the still open magazine featuring an interview with her from around two years ago. I could have closed all the magazines of course, but I didn’t really want to, I wanted to have my own look at my little sister when I got back to my office and the slave had already done the work of finding her pictures in the magazines for me.

Or rather… I had done the heavy lifting for her, because it was at this point that I remembered… I had bookmarked all of the pages with her on them.

“Right, she took this picture…” I frowned, staring at the article of my sister in the gaming publication. “I had forgotten that that… sewer spawn wrote this article…”

“Sewer spawn?” She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a sudden surprised look of fear painted on her face. “Who is that, Miss?”

“Sophia Cavalier.” I snarled, I had never met the girl but I recognized the name, and I didn’t really like her. That was a person that I probably hated even more than I hated Candace’s mouse friend, because at least she forgave Aria. “I forgot that her rival wrote this article…”

She broke, the cogs in Chloe’s brain broke as she stared up at me. “S-Sophia Cavalier?”

“I’ve been keeping up with what my sister has been up to, obviously… loosely.” I scoffed, shutting the magazine and tossing it back onto the floor next to the slave, it wasn’t a porn one anyways, and I didn’t want to read that article anytime soon. “Keep it.”

She blushed, gently closing the magazine and clutching it to her chest. “Y-yes, Ma’am…”

“Can you believe that in just two years those two went from doing occasional interviews together, to being public best friends, to worst enemies?!” I scoffed, grinding my teeth together at the thought of it. “How dare she have the nerve to beat my sister in the world championship?!”

“I… I… I… I…” Chloe, still broken, just began to stutter. All she could suddenly manage was that word, all the while staring up at me. “D- d- do you know what she… looked like?”

“Not really, no. All I know is what my sister told me… she just went on and on about her.” I sighed, shaking my head. The reason it was so fresh in my mind was because I had just recently talked on the phone with my little sister to try and catch up. “Though, I don’t imagine she looks much like anything anymore… now that she’s dead.”

“N-now that she’s dead, Ma’am?”

“Last I heard she drove her own car off of a bridge… though if I had to bet, my sister probably ended up having her killed instead, which I’m glad about. I’m happy for her.” I hummed, slowly calming down as I turned back towards her, evidently having broken the poor girl even more. “Right… you weren’t… a fan, were you?”

“I… I… I… I… I kind of was… Ma’am…”

“Well don’t worry your little head off… Candace is a sweetheart, I swear.”

“You… you… you aren’t going to kill me, are you?”

“Of course not, silly…” I leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on the poor girl’s forehead. “As long as you don’t cross me or my family, you’re always going to be safe here with us, I promise… you just gotta make me proud.”

“I’ll make you proud, Master… I promise…” It took a lot of effort, but she smiled, leaning down and kissing the top of my foot to show respect.

“Alright slave, let’s get back to it. Come on.” I stood up, gesturing for her to leave the cell. “Dinner’s ready, get going.”

“Y-yes, Ma’am… I’ll see you there~” She gently placed the magazine onto the floor, quickly making her way out of the room, not looking back towards.

What a strange girl…

I very briefly turned back to the magazine, still sitting there on the floor, considering having it shredded before deciding against it, scoffing at it and turning away for dinner.

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“So how was dinner, mother?”

“It’s nice just getting to have it with you again, dear…”

Dinner came and went, and so did the slaves, along with my wife and my daughter, but my mother and I were more than eager to sit together and chat at the dinner table.

“I’m going to miss this…” I frowned, trying not to think about what was going to be coming in just a few months. “I’m going to miss you…”

“Oh don’t be a baby.” She chuckled, patting me on the shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind some dessert, you know~”

“That’s because of how much you’ve been smoking.” I giggled, rolling my eyes and shaking my head. “I’ll send for Autumn to make you something.”

“Thank you, sweetie…” She smiled, picking my cane up off of the floor and holding it out for me. “I’m going to miss this too, my dear… but I’m always going to be looking over you, I promise.”

I snagged the cane from her, twirling it in my hand for a moment before pressing one of the buttons and holding the head to my mouth like a microphone. “Autumn, dear. Please get to work on some dessert, my mother is hungry~”

I paused for a moment, listening for the sound of her robotic pitter patter as she entered the dining room, bowing for a moment before crossing the dining room and entering the kitchen. “Right away, Master.”

“Thank you slave.” I kept my eyes on her, smacking her on the ass as she walked by, heading back into the kitchen behind me.

“You really have taken a liking to women, haven’t you?” My mother chuckled. “I knew you’d never leave Josie… but I never expected you to so thoroughly… embrace the lesbian lifestyle.”

“Right…” I paused for a moment. “Can we… talk about that?”

“Of course we can, darling. What’s up?”

“Do you remember that time you slapped me across the face for trying to say that I liked girls? Or that time you made me swallow one of your cigarettes for trying to say that I was never going to marry a boy? Or that time you-”

“Claudia-”

“Or that time you spanked me for looking at a woman funny? Or when you soaped my mouth for telling my friends that I was a lesbian?”

“Claudia…”

“This isn’t new, mother.” I stood up from my seat, cane in hand. “I’ve always liked women… but you were the one who taught me that it was wrong. Not dad, you… so what changed?”

“What changed?”

“You supported Candace from the day you met her… so why not me? Why weren’t you there for me?”

“I didn’t really meet Candace until after her mother died, and by then she had no one to support her.”

“Okay, but what about me?” I kept going, not angry, but confused. “I didn’t have my mother there to support me at a young age either… how is that different?”

“Even though I may not have been as bad as your father, I know I wasn’t the best mother when you and Cyrus were growing up… but Alecia was always there to support you, wasn’t she?”

“I… I suppose so…”

“After dessert… let’s go have that talk about Alecia, shall we?”

“Sure…” I sat back down, smiling warmly at her. “Let’s enjoy dessert~”

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“My dad did what?’

Dessert came and went, courtesy of my wife’s slave, Autumn. But once we were done, we sat down in my office and we had a talk.

“Is that why you left?”

I sat there for a good few minutes or so, just trying to process it all. I knew something had to have happened between them, I just tried not to think about it. But now that it had come up, the images were flooding into my head like flashes from a bad dream.

“This is a joke right?”

“No.” She sat across from me at my desk, her face stern and straight. “There wasn’t a word out of place.”

I had walked funny all my life, and gotten bullied for it along the way. My mother had given me the cane, but my father was the one that gave me the limp.

“Daddy raped you.”

My father broke my hip when I was still really little, in an act of punishment. The broken bones might have been an accident, but the beating most certainly wasn’t. I never forgot that he’d done that to me, but somehow I had forgotten that he was the one that gave me my limp.

“Daddy raped you and you just… left us with him?”

“I left you with her.”

“You left us with no one but the nanny to protect us?” I just stared at her in disbelief. “You left us with Charlotte.”

“And she did a damn good job of it, don’t you think?”

“No.” I scoffed, growling under my breath at her. “No, mom. I don’t. Daddy still broke my hip. That wouldn’t have happened if you’d been there. The only thing Charlotte did a damn good job of was getting killed. You don’t regret that?”

“Not at all.”

“You ended up getting Charlotted killed, and you don’t regret that?”

“No. She was a slave. It was always going to be a risk. Besides, I wasn’t the one who had her killed. That was your father.”

“You… You hired Charlotte as a nanny to take care of us… Just because you weren’t brave enough to stand up to dad?”

“Claudia, listen… I had to make a choice.”

“After Daddy raped you. You let the nanny take your place, and then you jumped ship?” I bit my lip, glaring at her, eyes full of anger. “Daddy raped you, and you thought it was a good idea to let another woman take your place and protect your kids from him, because all you could think about was your own safety. That’s why you left?”

“I had to get away from him, Claudia.”

“Well you could have taken us with you!” I slammed my fist on the top of my desk, about ready to punch her straight in the face. “You could have left and taken us with you!!”

“I could have, but I didn’t… and that was my decision.” She sighed, holding onto her cane as hard as she could. “Charlotte was supposed to be your godmother… she was supposed to protect you.”

“And look how good of a job she did.”

“You and your father were the ones who killed her, Claudia.” She frowned at me, not feeling very sorry for what I was feeling at all. “I may have put her in harm’s way, but you and your father were the ones who did her in.”

“Get out of my house, mom.” I sat back down at my desk and took a deep breath. “I love you, and I want you to be safe, but I need you to go home.”

“I’m sorry, Claudia…”

“You’ll have your party, mom.” I groaned, pointing at the door with my cane. “But I need time to process this right now… especially the parts about… dad.”

“Take your time, dear.” My mother slowly rose from her seat, deciding against a hug and kiss goodbye for the sake of not bothering me. “I love you, Claudia.”

“I love you too, mom.”

I wouldn’t put rape past me, I had raped plenty of women, I had raped a girl just today. I wasn’t even against doing things with my family… but I would never assault a child, especially not my own child.

I was my mom and dad’s trial run, their prototype, I was their first mistake. I was the one that they learned from. I was the broken one, not my brother, not my sister, me. I was the reason my mother and father split, because apparently just looking at me made my mother fear for her life.

No wonder my mother had always liked Cyrus better than me. I was always too much like my father. She didn’t just have to protect him from my father… she had to protect him from me.

Uh oh… now it’s hitting me…

I whined loudly, leaning back into my chair, head pulsing with discomfort as I sat there. I kept a drawer full of edibles in a drawer at my desk for when I got stressed out doing work, but that conversation had been so stressful that I began popping them like pills. I may be a little bit null to the drugs at this point, but I could most certainly still get high.

“So thaaaaaaat’s why she didn’t want me to date girls.” I growled under my breath, spinning my chair in place. “I guess I forgot about the fantasies…”

Childhood trauma might have been clouding my thoughts for quite a while now, but I definitely remembered my mother making me swallow a cigarette for threatening to rape my middle school bully at age 14… the only reason I had gotten away with it at school had been because of my father and his controlling grasp over it. That had been a long time before the island had been converted into what it is now, though.

And that middle school bully was still a part of my life, at least it was nice that twenty years later I was actually getting to make good on my promises to rape her.

I grasped at thin air for my apparently absent cane for a couple of moments before groaning and standing up without it, stumbling towards the cupboard. I swung around to the other side of the desk, making sure to grab my bag.

“Fuck…” There was no way in hell I was making it to the door without falling over, the terrible limp made all that more painful by the fact that it had been my father who had given it to me.

My father who I still loved quite a lot.

Thump. That wasn’t the sound of my cane being tapped on the floor, that was the sound of me. collapsing next to the cupboard, followed by the sound of me shouting for my slave to come help.

“Zenna MacNair!!!!”

My slave was not one to disappoint me, quickly finding her way inside just moments after I first heard her footsteps hurrying down the stairs.

“Mommy!!”

I looked up, trying to find Lilian’s voice, there in Zenna’s arms as the two of them arrived in my office to check up on me, both with worried looks on their faces.

“Are you okay, Ma’am?” Zenna quickly set my daughter down, letting her rush to my side on her own, following quickly behind Lilian. Even in a moment like this she wasn’t able to lead.

I sat up, letting my five year old daughter leap into my arms for a hug, which I gave to her, holding her close and not letting go of her for a little bit.

“I’m alright. I promise.” I sighed, gently rubbing Lilian’s back to calm her down. “Thanks for coming in to check on me.”

“I’m your slave, Master. I’m always going to come when you call my name.”

“Thank you, Zenna… I don’t deserve your loyalty.”

“Nonsense, Ma’am. I belong to you, you’re always going to get the best from me, I swear.”

There she was, the very same middle school bully that I threatened to rape back when I was fourteen. Zenna used to make fun of and pick on me for having a limp, and she was at one point a police officer, preventing crime and potentially saving lives, but now she spent her days bending over and letting herself get hurt and raped to make her master happy. She lived to make me happy, even and especially if it meant allowing herself to be a victim.

“Twenty years later and you’re still standing over me when I fall down, huh?”

“Always and forever. But this time I’m here to put myself under you and help you back up, rather than keeping you down, Ma’am.”

“Grab my cane for me, slave.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Mommy…” Lilian pouted in my arms, trying to get my attention.

It didn’t really occur to me just how little I was when my father hurt me. I loved my father, I did, but I sure would have liked to have been spared the cruel realities of the world until I was at least a little bit older. I wasn’t my father, Lilian would have to wait until she’s an adult for any of that.

“Why isn’t Lilian asleep?” I held her close, watching Zenna quickly round the corner around my desk, trying to find my cane.

“I tried playing and doing tricks for her, but she didn’t want to sleep, Ma’am. It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” She grabbed my cane and returned to my side, holding the implement out to me. “I’ll graciously accept a caning if that’s what you wish to give me, Master.”

I put my hand out to her, holding one finger up to tell her to hold on while I dealt with my daughter, not about to punish the slave for Lilian being stubborn. “Lilian, why aren’t you in bed?”

I held her at arm’s length away from me, looking into her eyes as she fussed. “I wanna play with the slave before bed, mommy.”

“You already played with Zenna, Lilian. It’s time for bed.”

“Nooooo, not nanny!!” She pouted, stomping her little foot. “I wanna play with the new slave!!”

“Oh, is that so?” I sighed, shaking my head at her and giggling. “Normally I’d say no, but Mommy kind of wants to play with the new slave too~”

“Shall I retrieve Chloe for you, Ma’am?” Zenna smiled, presenting my cane to me.

“No, actually. I need a word with you by myself.” I turned back to Lilian, looking her in the eyes as I gave her simple instructions. “Do you think you can go find Chloe and take her upstairs, sweetie?”

“Yuh huh!! Yuh huh!!” She instantly broke free from my grasp, giggling and bouncing her way out of the room to go find Chloe, and before I had the chance to say anything else, she was gone. “Chloooeeeeee!!!!”

Zenna presented the cane to her master, helping me up to my feet before settling down onto the ground in front of me. “My apologies, Mistress Claudia.”

“Your apologies for what, be specific?”

“For failing to get Lilian to sleep.” Zenna sighed, lowering her gaze to my feet. “But mostly for being a bully… I regret ever being the one to push you to the ground.”

“I regret a lot of things in life, but I don’t necessarily deserve to be forgiven just because I regret something. I’m not going to forgive you just because you regret something that you did to me.” I picked up my cane, watching Zenna cower in fear of it but not so much as flinch away as she helplessly awaited being smacked across the head. But instead, I just tapped her on the shoulder with it, trying to comfort her. “That’s why I hope it means something to you to know that yes, I do forgive you for that, really. I honestly kind of deserved it in quite a few ways.”

Zenna started to protest, but decided against it, smiling up at her owner and nodding her head. “Thank you, Ma’am… I’m just glad we’ve put our past behind us.”

“As am I.” I smiled, shaking my head at her and motioning for her to stand back up. “I love you, slave.”

“And I love you, Master.”

Putting the past behind us…

I turned back to my desk, staring intently at the strangely imposing stack of magazines on top of it, gazing at the pictures of my sister printed onto the page.

I had put my past behind me and forgiven Zenna, as well as my father, but some people in my life hadn’t been so lucky. Some people in my life, especially former slaves, died at my hands before ever being the chance to be forgiven.

And I didn’t want my little sister to be one of those people, not like her mother had been.

Alecia had been there for me, she had been supportive of me all along, but as a child I was too jealous of the fact that she supported her own daughter in ways that my mother never supported me to realize that she had kind of been the mother that my own mother hadn’t been as a kid. But now she was dead, and it was too late to make up with her.

Candace’s mother had died before I had ever had the chance to forgive her, and I didn’t want the same to happen with her.

“Get to bed, Zenna.” I tapped my cane on the ground, watching her jump to attention. “I need to make sure Lilian doesn’t break my new slave.”

Zenna bowed, smiling and skipping out of the room, doing exactly as she was told without having to say another word. I loved Zenna a lot, and I honestly couldn’t imagine a world without her, I would be devastated if I ever had to put her down.

I wonder…

Grinning, I spun on my heel, turning back to the stack of magazines on my desk, staring at my sister on the page.

That lady friend of yours was that Sophia girl, wasn’t she?

I sighed, shaking my head as I closed the magazines, readying myself to head back upstairs for the night. If I could forgive my bully, then clearly Candace could forgive hers… and we could forgive each other.

You’ll have to tell me what really happened to her sometime~

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“I- I don’t know what you want… I’m sorry-”

“I wanna play! I wanna play!”

“I think I’d rather wait for your mom to get back first, okay?”

“But I wanna play nooooow!!!”

Chloe was in Lilian’s room trying to get her to settle down by the time I got up there to play with them. Lilian wouldn’t want to admit it, but she was tired, yet somehow she wasn’t about to lay down and sleep without getting to play with Chloe before bed- and honestly, I wasn’t either.

“Down, puppy.” I grinned, tapping my cane on the ground before pointing it at her. “On all fours~”

Chloe heard the thump of my cane against the floor and turned to me, staring fearfully into my eyes for a few moments before obeying, slowly lowering herself onto her hands and knees in front of Lilian.

“Here with me you’re a toy, and that means my daughter is going to want to play with you from time to time as well.” I slowly stepped up to her, lifting my foot up between her legs and pressing my shoe into her exposed cunt. “Head down, ass up.”

I could hear her scoff under her breath, briefly turning back to look at me before doing just that, putting her head to the floor, her cunt still at my foot.

I smiled, tapping Chloe’s back with my cane. “Go ahead, Lilian. Climb on.”

The innocent little five year old eagerly jumped on top of her, mounting Chloe like she was a horse. Lilian was too young to even realize this was weird, and I intended to keep her in the dark on that for now.

“Up.” I kicked the new slave in the cunt with my foot, commanding her to get back up onto all fours now that Lilian was on top of her, which she did. “Chin up.”

Again, Chloe did as she was told, tilting her head backwards so that I could put her back on my leash, her favorite place to be.

“Forward.” I whipped the chain connected to the head of her collar like it was a reign, commanding her to crawl forward out into the hallway outside. “We’re going on a walk.”

Chloe and I had done this once before where she followed me on a leash, walking in a square around the second floor balcony that overlooked the ballroom below. But this time she had significantly more trouble keeping up with me, because unlike last time, she was on all fours with a child on her back.

I couldn’t stand it, she was so pretty, I wanted to take her right here and now. But now was not the time, tonight was not the night, I had until the end of the world to make her mine, and I was going to do it slowly and methodically.

The hours had ticked away for today, right now was about taking the two of them around and around and around in circles until they both passed out, I had the patience for that.

The lithe little beauty was going to live under my foot for the rest of her days, she was just going to have to get used to it.

Ten, twenty, twenty-five laps later and Lilian was asleep on Chloe’s back, having worn herself out kicking the girl’s skin and pulling on her hair. I could have taken her back to her bed at this point, but keeping her there was going to wear the slave out quicker than taking her off.

“Now comes the fun part.” I hummed to her, trying to get her skin to crawl. “Torturing you until you collapse.”

Chloe kept her eyes closed, having memorized exactly how many steps she needed to hear me take before turning the corner. “Yes, Master.”

“You think you wanna tap out soon?”

“No.” Chloe shook her head, trying not to knock her pint sized rider off of her back as she did so. “I stop when you tell me to stop.”

“You’ll fall unconscious before you’ve earned the right to stop.”

“I’m supposed to agree with you, but I don’t.”

“You don’t what, slave?” I yanked on the chain, forcing her forward to break up her rhythm.

But magically, Chloe sensed it coming, even with her eyes closed. She jumped forward, refusing to get knocked over. “I won’t collapse, Ma’am. I won’t let you make me.”

“And what makes you think that, slave?”

“Because I don’t deserve to just fall over and stop, Ma’am.” She took a deep breath, her hands and knees scraping against the hard tile floor beneath her. “I stop when you decide that I stop.”

“And where did you learn this level of perseverance, exactly?”

“From my first master.” She remained unphased, perfectly balanced, conserving her own energy like she was in some sort of battery saver mode. “She taught me everything I know.”

I grinned, more than a little annoyed at her attitude towards me.

“I really ought to meet her then, just to say thank you~”

“If that’s what you wish, I won’t be able to stop you.”

“Who was she, Chloe?” I stopped, and Chloe stopped with me, finding her way to my feet and kneeling.

“A nobody. Just like me.” She sat there, opening her eyes and looking up at me. “Are we stopping, Ma’am?”

“For the night, yes.” I sighed, grinding my teeth at her. “Take Lilian to bed and then go back to your room.”

“Anything else you need from me tonight, Miss?”

“No.” I pressed a button, retracting the chain that connected to her leash. “Get out of my sight~”

“Yes, Master. I hope you sleep well.”

“Thank you slave, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Master.”