Sunday had been more of the same. It turns out Claudia needed a day to have some quality time with her family, and really just liked holing me up in the cell when I wasn't needed, eager to torture me with dirty magazines and porn that I was unable to masturbate to.

But it was finally Monday, the beginning of the week, and my new master had been merciful enough to let me out of my cell for the day, encouraging me to find work to do.

But what was I… supposed to do?

She hadn’t so much as given me instructions, she just expected me to work. It was a double edged sword, because on one hand I had no clue what I was doing, but on the other hand… I had the freedom to explore the whole house and formulate an escape plan- if only just for fun.

Step one- Avoid everyone else in the house

This was easier said than done, obviously, unlike Candace’s house, Claudia’s was packed with not just her, but her family and her other slaves.

The easiest person to avoid, ironically, was Claudia. But the only reason this was the case was because she left for work on a daily basis, Monday through Friday. Thanks to this, there was quite simply a chunk of the week where she just wasn’t here.

The next most powerful person to worry about was Claudia’s wife, Josephine, my apparent doppelganger. She spent her days living the good life, lounging around and masturbating- when she was permitted to by her wife of course. The easiest way to avoid her was just to make my moves when she was in one of her near constant heats, because when she got like that, she stayed in her room. When Claudia disallowed her from doing so however, she was out of the bedroom a lot more often, sometimes with her daughter, but mostly with one of her two slaves.

Speaking of her two slaves, Darcey and Autumn might not hold much power, but their movements were a lot more sporadic. Especially Darcey, who was all over the place cleaning the house. Out of my fellow slaves, she was going to be the most difficult to avoid while on the job. Autumn was a little bit easier to avoid, she cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner for her masters. What that meant was that she was usually in the kitchen or in the dining room, I just needed to memorize her movement patterns for when she made trips up to either Josephine or Lilian to deliver their food to them.

Speaking of Lilian, she was going to be the most difficult to predict out of the bunch. Sure, she spent most of her time in her room with her nanny, but she was five years old and that made her impossible to predict. That was especially the case thanks to Zenna, a scared little cat who let the child lead her around the house instead of actually babysitting her.

But if I could manage to successfully avoid Lilian, that meant I could avoid Zenna as well. She was likely going to be relatively easy to avoid, but out of all of the slaves, she was probably the one who’d end up being the most dangerous to be caught by. We shared a master, and Zenna was fiercely loyal to Claudia like I had been to Candace, if she caught me doing something I wasn’t supposed to do, I would be in instant trouble with Claudia.

But that just left one person- Nell.

Nell was Claudia and Josie’s enforcer, which just meant it was their job to make sure slaves stayed in line. If they caught me doing something wrong, I was as good as dead. The only way to avoid them was going to be to know where they were at all times.

But there it was, I knew how to avoid the rest of the people in the house- that just left me with a brand new problem.

Step two- Getting into places

Sure, I could just avoid everywhere in the house I could potentially run into someone.

But that would leave me with nowhere to actually go.

Avoiding Josephine and Lilian in their respective bedroom’s would also probably mean staying away from their doors, and aside from the conservatory, that basically meant the whole second floor was off limits- and the second floor was literally half the house.

Yes, I could snoop around the conservatory, but the conservatory walls were two thirds glass panels that overlooked the outside world. Putting aside the embarrassment factor of being seen through that window from the outside, the conservatory was huge, and Darcey had to keep those windows clean.

Even worse for me was the fact that there was a huge gaping hole in the second floor, which directly overlooked the ballroom below. So even being in the ballroom exposed me to being seen by anyone on the second floor balcony.

That might have been bad enough, but the first floor was maybe even worse.

There were no walls or doors separating the dining room from the adjacent ballroom, there was no privacy to be had in the ballroom. Autumn might have spent most of her time in the kitchen and dining room, but that just meant she had an almost constantly clear view of the entirety of the ballroom on the other side of the dining room from the kitchen. The fact that she was always in one of those two rooms did make her a little bit easier to avoid, but it blocked off a huge portion of the bottom floor in the process.

Our room was on the first floor, and it was theoretically perfectly safe, but it was also completely and utterly useless to me. Stripped of anything and everything that could help us escape, and to make matters worse- Nell’s room was right next to ours.

That was one thing that I didn’t realize when I first got here, the enforcer lives here too. They got paid of course, Nell wasn’t one of Claudia’s slaves, they were here to keep the slaves in line, and that was not a job you could entrust to one of said slaves.

The sitting room was on the other side of the house from our bedroom, but it was also practically open to the rest of the house. Nobody spent any extreme amount of time in there, save for Lilith when she was here, but it was the most vulnerable place to be spotted. If at any point, Nell decided to go to their office, they would be able to hear me inside of the sitting room. I was fucked.

There was only one last home to finally find a way out of here. Claudia’s office.

Step three- Getting into Claudia’s office

My master’s home was largely symmetrical, save for one thing, her office.

It was a little bit odd actually, her office was awfully disconnected from the rest of the house, it was like it was an addition built onto the house later, like a tumor growing on the outside of the manor.

But it was also the solution to all of my previous problems, because it didn’t matter if I couldn’t lurk around the rest of the house if the key to getting out of this place was in there.

And it likely was.

I was after one thing, the controller to my collar, that was my first step towards freedom.

Claudia wasn’t going to keep the controller to my collar or the keys to unlock the doors in any rooms where the other slaves could reach them. That meant the dining room, kitchen, conservatory, and even Lilian’s bedroom were all useless to me anyways. She likely wouldn’t even keep it in her own bedroom, probably not trusting her wife to take good care of the thing anyways. Who needed to be in the ballroom or the foyer or the sitting room when the key I was searching for was probably in Claudia’s office?

I just need to get into her office and find the damn thing.

Step four- Getting into the vestibule

That leads me to my next problem, the vestibule.

Getting into Claudia’s office in the first place wasn’t going to be an easy task, because the only door into Claudia’s office was as close to freedom as the door into the vestibule. I would have to cross the vestibule to even get into Claudia’s office in the first place, and it would be stupid to let slaves enter freely into the vestibule, they had no reason to get into their master’s office, which meant they had no reason to have access to the vestibule, because freedom was very strictly not an option for them.

I just needed to find a way to get into the vestibule, which meant finding someone capable of opening the vestibule, which was one of two people- Josephine or Nell.

Step five- Nell

“Hey, Chloe?”

I was snapped back to attention, quickly being broken out of my all devouring train of thought by a voice that I was still getting used to hearing.

“Don’t just stand around, get to work or be in your room.”

Nell, coming to check on me during their regular rounds around the house. The big thing that stood in my way was my master’s enforcer, Nell Monet- and why shouldn’t they be? That was their job.

But clearly they were also my only hope of escape.

“I need you to move so that I can get outside, Chloe.” They stood there, tapping their foot impatiently, a mildly amused smile painted onto their face as they waited for me to leave, a pair of physical keys in hand. “Well go on, scoot back. I’m not gonna open the door until I know you’re not going to run out after me.”

“Go.” They pointed off towards the hallway, sending me out of the sitting room and back into the rest of the house. They didn’t so much as give me something else to do as much as they just told me to leave the sitting room. Sort of like when a bartender says you don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here .

“Right, thank you.” I smiled and bowed before turning around and heading back into the house, sighing to myself as I headed upstairs for no particular reason than to get away from them.

I need a plan, I need something to do. I need… something to work on.

Okay so maybe I was going through this vast mental exercise of trying to formulate a way out for one reason and one reason alone, I was bored.

I don’t actually plan on escaping this place, or my new master. This was my life now, I lived here and had nowhere else to go- I just didn’t have a job yet, not really.

She had brought me here claiming to need a new maid, but she hadn’t given me any duties yet. That was something that Candace never failed to do, give me something to accomplish for her. There was one thing I never had a complaint about, there was always work to do, something to preoccupy myself with, but not here. While Claudia was gone and the other slaves did all of the work around the house that really needed to be done, I was just sitting around doing nothing.

I’m going to get into Claudia’s office, not because I wanted to escape, but because I wanted into Claudia’s office. Though, importantly, if I had the chance to escape I would definitely consider taking it.

What am I supposed to do?

I headed up the stairs, trying to explore the house for exploration’s sake. There was a lot less to see on the second floor, and even less of what was there was accessible to me. I peered over the balcony down to the beautiful ballroom below, admiring it for its gorgeous sights and decorations

It really was pretty here, Claudia had a decadence about her that Candace lacked, something I had dreamed of being a part of since I was a kid. It just sucked that I was a slave, which just meant that I couldn’t be allowed to fully enjoy it.

I would really like to dance in a ballroom like that someday, the love of my life in hand as we twirled and spun and embraced each other, kissing passionately under the magnificent lights and chandeliers above.

I’m never going to get married.

The realization hit me like a bullet train, grinding my heart to bits between the rails. I was never going to have that moment that every girl dreamed of, walking down the aisle to meet with the love of my life on the altar. I was never going to have a wedding.

Since I was a girl I dreamed of having a huge magnificent wedding, dreams of a time and a place where I wouldn’t have to be that orphan girl who lived a life of destitution and poverty, if only for just a moment.

I was never going to have a wedding. I was never going to get married. I was never going to have a wife. That was the part that struck me so hard, I was never going to that love of my life to dance under the chandelier with, I was never going to have someone to call mine. My love.

I belonged to Claudia now, and I was going to devote my life to her to the best of my ability, but I was really nothing more than a dog to her. I was an animal, not a person, I didn’t deserve a wedding anyways.

It didn’t even hurt me to know that really, I could accept being treated like a beast, I almost embraced it. But no matter how hard I tried to devote myself to her, I was never going to be the love of her life. No matter how much I looked like Josephine, Claudia was already married. Claudia had a wife and a daughter, and there was no getting in the way of that.

I respected that. But at the same time, it disappointed me. I was never going to have a wedding like Claudia and Josephine had. I would never get married like Cyrus and Liz, Malcolm and Anthony, or even Cardinal and Lilith while their marriage lasted. Hell, I wasn’t even going to be invited to Malcolm and Anthony’s wedding.

Candace. Candace was going to get to be at their wedding. Candace was going to get married someday and I wasn’t even going to be there to witness it, I would probably never see another wedding in my life, especially not my own.

I sighed, turning away from that ballroom that I so desperately wanted to dance inside, heading into the conservatory. It was this huge sprawling thing with the exterior walls built of panels of huge thick glass, the room lit by the natural glow of the sun outside, raining rays of sunshine down on the array of plants that lines the inside of the conservatory.

I put my hand to one such glass panel and peered outside, gazing down at the world around us. I was less than a pet here, because at least dog’s got to go outside for a walk every once in a while.

Dogs. I gasped loudly, clasping both of my hands over my lips to keep myself from shrieking, remembering something important that had somehow slipped my mind for the last several days.

Poppy.

Just as soon as I’d gotten into the conservatory, I was on my way back out, making a beeline back downstairs.

Now I had a real reason to get into my master’s office.

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The plan was simple. Stay away from everyone else in the house, and avoid detection by Nell for long enough to find some way of getting into the vestibule from the sitting room and from there, into Claudia’s office to find Poppy.

I felt like an actual convict in a prison, trying to get a hold of the warden’s keys in order to unlock the doors that trapped me here.

Nell tried to mix up their walking patterns as they did rounds to check up on the slaves, but sometimes they got lazy and fell into a few of the same routines. And it often went something like this:

Step one- Check up on Autumn

Autumn was always the easiest to locate, she was in the kitchen. That was where her master’s figurative shackles bound her into service. When it was time for Nell to check up on Autumn, one of two things usually happened.

The most likely and most often outcome was for Nell to just peek into the dining room and check for movement inside of the kitchen across from them. They couldn’t always be sure that it was Autumn in there, but they often got lazy and took it as enough evidence that Autumn was in there.

The next most likely outcome was for Nell to be spotted by Autumn, and when that happened, strangely enough, Nell usually got roped into whatever Autumn wanted to show them, and practically got dragged all the way into the kitchen with her. It was for that reason that Nell often tried to stay at a distance, because if Autumn knew they were there, she was going to want them to help consult on whatever she was doing.

Though one of those two things usually happened, there was a third less likely scenario, Nell was hungry. It happened at most once a day, Nell would cross the dining room unprompted, and head into the kitchen to eat something. This was maybe the most desirable time for me to strike, knowing they were preoccupied.

Step two- Check up on Zenna

In trying to diversify their movement pattern, Nell usually walked upstairs next instead of checking the rest of the first floor, though this also could have been in an attempt to avoid Autumn.

Nell could check to make sure the ballroom was free of slaves by looking down through the second floor balcony, which cut out the need to be in the ballroom entirely.

In the process of doing this though, Nell found themselves on the second floor, conveniently right where Lilian’s room was located, which meant it was the perfect time to check up on Zenna. Like I had noted earlier, Lilian was practically in complete control of Zenna, and the pair spent most of their time in the girl’s room, though not always.

Conveniently enough however, the other rooms the two were bound to be in were either the conservatory or the ballroom below, both of which could be seen from up on the second floor.

Step three- Check up on Darcey

Where in the world is Darcey Peyton? Your guess is as good as mine.

She was chaotic, full of energy, and a little bit stupid. Unlike Nell or I, she did not at all put in any effort to maximize effectiveness or optimize movement patterns when it came to cleaning, at least that’s what it looked like.

She cleaned the whole house throughout the course of the day, but she seemed to pick places to clean at random. Conservatory, foyer, ballroom, sitting room, dining room- she could be literally anywhere.

This was what made tracking Nell’s movements a lot harder, not because their patterns were hard to figure out, but because Darcey’s were impossible to determine. The brainless little ditz was all over the place all of the time, throwing everything off its rhythm.

But she was likely to be on the first floor, just thanks to the sheer size difference between the ground floor and the one above, and thankfully she had one other weakness that helped pinpoint her location- she liked taking a lot of breaks.

I couldn’t really blame her either, out of all the slaves, her work was the least intellectual and most physical. Cleaning was taxing, not just on her nonexistent brain, but also on the body. This just meant that between cleaning rooms, she often took a break in one of the broom closets, usually the one nearest the kitchen.

Step four- Check up on Chloe

After checking the other slaves off of their list, Nell’s final job was to track me down, which was the most dangerous part of trying to avoid them, because they were deliberately hunting me.

This was the riskiest phase of Nell’s movement, and it really did feel like I was being hunted down by an alien menace that was out to devour me. Nell still didn’t know how to track me down, which usually meant just blindly checking rooms looking for me.

Once again, the only way to avoid them during this stage was to know where they were at all times and to be somewhere else, which was extremely difficult when the point was trying to stay away from them.

It took me a whole morning of stealthily stalking Nell throughout the house to even get this information in the first place, but it was worth it in the end. Hopefully they hadn’t taken notice of me doing so, following them through the entire house to observe them.

I just had to put my own plan into action.

Step five- Nell’s office

“Hey??? Chloe???”

Once again, I was brought back to attention by Nell, snapping their fingers at me to make sure I was listening to them as they talked.

“Are you doing anything right now?”

It took me a few moments to get out of my own head, turning off my dumb overanalytical gamer brain and returning to the real world, standing in the bedroom I shared with the other three girls as I formulated a plan instead of doing actual work.

“N-no. Not right now, my apologies.” My cheeks flushed bright red, ashamed at myself for getting so preoccupied. “I’ll get right back to work, I’m sorry.”

“Can you come with me to my office instead?”

“Y-your office?” I swallowed nervously. “Am I in trouble?”

“No, actually. We just have a guest here to check up on you.”

“A guest? For me?”

“Just follow me to my office, okay?” They smiled, extending their hand for me to take. “He’s my brother, he doesn’t bite, I promise.”

“Your brother?” That just confused me even more. “Why would your brother want to see me, boss?”

“It’s family business, Chloe.” They rolled their hand, gesturing for me to take it. “Usually being a part of this business means bringing your whole family into things, siblings and children alike. He works for the family too.”

“Alright… My apologies.” I bowed ever so slightly as a form of apology, smiling at them. It didn’t really occur to me, but of course that was the case. Being a part of this life meant that your brothers, sisters, or siblings were likely in it with you, it wasn’t called a family business for no reason.

“Now come on, before I have to pull you by the nipples.” They let me grab them by the hand, leading me back out into the hallway and over towards their office right next door, so at least this eliminated the need to find a secret way into the enforcer’s room without being noticed. “He’s from the facility, he’s just here to do a follow up mental evaluation after being sold, nothing too bad.”

Oh no…

I stepped inside, swallowing nervously. I had gotten a mental evaluation at the facility as well, and I still remembered who had been there to give it to me.

“Here she is.” Nell closed the door behind us, pulling out a chair beside the desk that their brother was sitting at, his current bodyguard standing behind him. “Have at her.”

It was about a third of the usual rabble from the slave facility. Cyrus’ right hand and favorite bodyguard, Phil Burke, standing in the back behind Nell’s brother- Anthony Schmitt.

“Hey, Chloe.” He smiled warmly at me, waving just slightly. “I’m not here to hurt you, I promise.”

Clearly Claudia wasn’t the only person who lived here that had a brother working at the facility, despite the odds. I thought I had seen the last of him, but suddenly he was sitting right in front of me, Malcolm’s boyfriend.

“I had to miss a housecall to come out and see you today.” He chuckled, his usual clipboard in hand. “Rebecca is out giving another girl an IUD, and she had to bring Jane with her, can you believe that?”

Phil chuckled, the usually silent man giving his colleague the briefest smile as he rolled his eyes, looking as imposing as ever as he glanced over at me, addressing me in a rare moment of speech for him. “We only do this for the special slaves, it’s like a five day free return policy.”

“Oh knock it off.” Anthony shook his head at the other man before turning back to me. “We usually offer to take a slave back or put them down ourselves after the first five days, but it doesn’t look like your master wants to get rid of you~”

I didn’t realize that I had nervously tensed up until I felt that tension release from me, sighing in relief. “Thank you, Sir… I’m glad to hear it.”

I had so many questions flying through my brain, but I was in no position to ask them, I was in no position to question what was to be done with me, it was my place to sit down and do as told.

And so I took a seat across from him, sitting up straight, keeping my eyes pointed at the floor, and my hands safely tucked into my lap.

“Let’s get started then.” He flipped open the clipboard, clicking his pen. “Just like last time, if I had you rate your level of anxiety on a scale of seven, where would you put it?”

“Seven, Sir…” I bit my lip, hanging my head in shame. I didn’t want that to be my answer, but it was true, I was as anxious as I ever was.

“Just like last time, huh?” He wrote that down, still smiling gently. “And the same with your depression?”

I swallowed nervously, smiling ever so slightly as I answered. “Seven…”

I could also see the flash of amusement in his eyes as he wrote that answer down. Last time he asked me that question, the answer had been eight, and we were the only people in the room who knew that.

“Good to know.” He motioned at Phil, pointing him towards me. “Physical examination.”

Phil just nodded, slowly walking over to me and pulling me up to my feet by my arm, rather than instructing me to stand up. I was at least grateful that he didn’t pull me by the chain connecting my nipples, even if he didn’t ask, leading me to where Anthony was now standing.

The nurse brushed back my hair with his pen, examining my ears first to make sure they had recovered from being molded into points. “Left ear seems healthy, but… keep an eye on that right ear and let your master know if it gets worse.”

I didn’t answer, I didn’t have time to answer before he moved onto the rest of my face, gently tugging on my nose ring to make sure it was alright. “The nose piercing seems fine. No bruises on her face to speak of, good job with that. No split lips or cuts on or in her mouth. Eyes look a little bit off though.”

I had to resist the urge to shoot one hand up to my eye to figure out what was wrong with it, instead trying to remain as still as possible as he continued to look me over.

“Has anything strange happened with your eyes lately?”

“No, Sir. Not that I have noticed.”

“Hmm… I’m not an eye doctor, or I’d do a full evaluation.” He gently tugged on my eyelids, staring me directly in the pupils. “Do you have a prescription that you're not using, 0000?”

0000, that’s what my name was, not Chloe, but a number. “I’m supposed to have glasses while reading, but I never have, Sir.”

“That’d explain it…” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Have you been doing a lot of reading, Chloe?”

“No, Sir. Not that I can-” I stopped mid sentence, considering the question a little bit harder, my cheeks turning red. “Actually… Master has left me in my cell to read magazines for a couple of days, Sir.”

“Well unless you want to end up near-sighted, think about doing less of that, okay? Slaves don’t really need to read or write anyways.”

“But, Sir-” I began to protest before halting myself, not wanting to give up reading and looking at the magazines Candace was in. “I… yes, Sir… sorry.”

He smiled, nodding his head and gesturing for Nell to come join us. “I need the corset off to check that her brand has burned over correctly.”

“Right.” Nell stepped out from behind their desk, stepping up to me so that they could do as their older sibling asked them.

Just for a moment, out of curiosity, I looked up from the ground and glanced over at the enforcer’s desk, trying to figure out what they kept in here. Sure enough, they opened up one of the top drawers of their desk and pulled out a ring of keys, equipping themself to unlock and remove my rather tight waist corset.

They don’t carry their keys on them.

It was almost a stroke of luck that Nell didn’t carry the keys on them regularly. Clearly they had a job thanks to their brother, Anthony, so they didn’t exactly have the best qualifications for being an enforcer like Leah or Phil, but I was lucky that it was them and not someone better at the job.

“Let’s get a look at you.” As soon as the corset was off, I felt Anthony’s hands on my waist, examining my skin to make sure it had recovered.

It stung to the touch, the feeling of someone’s fingers tracing along where her initials once were made my skin tingle. I could feel the goosebumps taking over me, my body shivering at the cold sensation, my lungs burning with the heat of my own breath at being reminded of it.

I didn’t care who it was at this point, I didn’t want to be thrown around like a rape doll, I just wanted to feel a pair of nice loving hands holding onto my hips. But I couldn’t really get that with Claudia, her marriage with her wife wasn’t exactly an open relationship, the only reason she let us in was because we were slaves.

We weren’t people. It wasn’t cheating because we weren’t considered anything more than property, we were just objects, sex toys, playthings. Having sex with us was just like masturbating to them.

Or at least that’s what it felt like to me when she touched me, when anyone touched me, but there was still something nagging me in the back of my mind.

Why does she have so much porn of Candace?

It didn’t make sense, it really didn’t. Claudia was so faithful to her wife, even if she did make exceptions when it came to slaves, they were just toys to them both after all. But Candace wasn’t just a real person, she was Claudia’s little sister.

It made me a little bit nervous just to think about, trying to figure out why she had them. I wasn’t sure what to think of it really, it was mildly disturbing. The two of them hadn’t seen each other in so long, but Claudia still had a portrait of her little sister hanging in the ballroom, as well as dozens of magazines with naked pictures of Candace in them- it didn’t seem quite right, it just wasn’t sitting well with me.

The two of them were only half-sisters, that much I knew for sure. But I didn’t know what that meant for Candace in Claudia’s eyes. It was clearly that my new master saw slaves differently from people, but Candace was more than a little bit different.

It wasn’t just because Candace and Claudia had been born to different mothers, but because Candace’s mother had been a slave. So what did that mean to her older sister? What did that make her in Claudia’s eyes? Was Candace some sort of half-slave to her? Is that why there were all these photos?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t my business. I didn’t have the right to concern myself with that, so I wasn’t going to, I wasn’t allowed to.

“Brand looks like it’s healed pretty nicely, the other one is practically untouched.” Anthony finally took his hands off of me, gesturing over at his sibling to put my corset back on. “She’s good to go~”

I felt the corset being tightened around my waist, locked into place on my body by my master’s enforcer before they finally set the keys back down in the drawer of their desk. That was their first mistake, putting the keys somewhere I could reach.

“Is that all, Sir?” I turned around to face him, letting him examine my arms and my nipples, to make sure Claudia hadn’t completely ripped them off of me.

“Your nipples are pretty strong actually~” He smiled at me, gently patting me on the head, which I allowed him to do. “She’s good to go, you can have her start doing proper slave work right away.”

So that’s what she’s been waiting for.

I’d spent most of the last five days either exploring my surroundings, getting used to the new people in my life, and sitting in a cell- but it hadn’t occurred to me that the reason I hadn’t been assigned any actual work had been because my new owner wanted me to have a secondary evaluation by the doctor’s to make sure I was physically and mentally safe to start my new life here.

It was actually kind of sweet of her to do, giving me a little bit of an adjustment period before having to do any actual work. Candace never did that for me, that’s for sure.

Nell and their brother seemed to be going back and forth with each other now that the evaluation was over, a lot more friendly with each other than Candace and any of her siblings.

“I might stick around for awhile just to visit, if that’s okay?”

“Of course it is, don’t worry about it.”

“I have a dinner to go to tonight with some friends, so I can’t stay long.”

“Well don’t let me keep you~”

“No, it’s fine I promise. We have wedding details to talk about.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Well yeah, you’re going to be part of my wedding court aren’t you?”

“If you want me to be, sure~”

“We can’t talk about it more in a minute.” He chuckled, gesturing to me. “Chloe’s good to go now, if you want to take her~”

“Yeah, I probably should.” Nell rolled their eyes, quickly retrieving the keys from their desk before grabbing me by the arm and beginning to escort me out of the room. “Let’s get you upstairs~”

“Upstairs?” I swallowed nervously, unsure of why I was being taken upstairs. “Don’t I have work to do now?”

“Yeah, you do- upstairs.” They rolled their eyes at me, swiveling around the doorway and back towards the bedroom I shared with the other slaves, making a beeline for the dumbwaiter. “You’re a slave, do as you’re told.”

“Y-yes, boss. My apologies…”

Drat. This isn’t how I wanted this to go.

I could even see the keys in Nell’s hands as I obediently followed them to the cell, stepping into the tiny slave elevator as they opened it for me. This wasn’t according to my plan. The plan was to wait until Nell was preoccupied with their brother and sneak into their office to steal the keys, that way I could get into Claudia’s office. Getting sent up the service elevator straight into the master bedroom was not at all part of the plan.

But Nell did it anyways, just as they were supposed to, letting me ride it all the way upstairs, using those keys I needed to activate the lift. “Have fun up there, she’s kind of in a heat~”

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The elevator door slowly opened back up, releasing into the room where my superiors slept, but amazingly Josie wasn’t in bed this time.

I was even less surprised than I was disappointed, and I was the opposite of disappointed to quickly realize that my master’s wife, Josephine, was in the bath. At least she was in the bath, but by the time I had quietly knocked and opened up the door into the master bathroom, it seemed like she was already done.

It was a downright sauna. The master bathroom was the biggest I had ever seen in my entire life, bigger than I had ever even dreamed of- and that bathtub was practically a swimming pool. It was so big that it had to have several shower nozzles around the wall to help cover the entirety of it while one was showering, and it had just as many bath nozzles for filling the tub with, plus a sliding screen door that closed around the whole thing, rather than a simple curtain.

“Slave!!” Josie scoffed at me as she saw me entering, her tone angrier than it was surprised. “Don’t walk in on rooms without knocking, you’re not meant to be in here!!”

Before I had the chance to bow and apologize, I was on my knees, thanks to a very familiar sensation- my shock collar, doing its job of keeping me in line. Josie had gotten out of the shower and begun drying off, she was completely naked save for a few things, it seemed like she kept her jewelry on when she was bathing.

And among the jewelry she was wearing were four waterproof bracelets around her wrists, two on each hand. The shock controllers for each of the four slaves that she and her wife owned. Darcey, Autumn, Zenna, and me.

So that’s where they were, Claudia didn’t need them, she had her cane to keep us in line- and she didn’t see any of us as a threat to begin with. But Josephine, she was vulnerable to us when we decided to misbehave, which was extremely evident by the way I seemed to conquer her in bed just a few nights prior. Of course she was the one to have the controllers, it just made sense. Claudia wouldn’t leave them around unused, and neither she nor Nell really seemed to need them, so she left them with Josie. Not in her office, but on her trophy wife, to make sure the love of her life wasn’t harmed.

“Save dropping to your knees for later, Chloe.” I gasped, a murmuring breath escaping my lips as I felt her soft gentle hands grabbing me by the chin, lifting my face to look up at her. “I want those lips wet and ready to serve me, okay?”

I blinked, regaining my senses and my posture as I looked up at her, my cheek gently resting against the palm of her hand. “Yes, Ma’am.”

She stood over me, just as hot as she always had been as she held my attention to her. “And be submissive this time, please?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll remember my place this time.” I licked my lips, trying to get them wet like I was told to as I continued to kneel there in front of her. I set my hands on the ground in front of me, palms up to show her that I was disarmed and vulnerable, my fingers splayed rather than clenched into fists. “I know who and what I am, I promise.”

“Climb under my vanity and wait for me, okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Whatever you say~”

I shook with just a little bit of excitement, kneeling beneath the low hanging surface of Josie’s vanity. As soon as I was out of view, my fists were back to being clenched shut, struggling to hold myself together.

My hands trembled in my fishnet sleeves, the chain connected to my nipples heavy as they hung, draped over me. I looked up as she sat down in front of me, my eyes level with her hips, my vulva quivering with need against the cold steel clasping around my waist, keeping me locked away from pleasure.

“Before I let you pleasure me with my mouth, I need you to answer two questions for me.” Josephine leaned forward, backing me against the wall, preventing me from crawling out from under her vanity as she got herself all pretty again. “Do you believe in destiny?”

“Ma’am, I-” I swallowed nervously, gazing longingly at the penis tucked between her legs, waiting to be forced into my mouth. “I don’t think it’s my place to think about things like that.”

“Except when you’re being told to.” I could hear the sounds of her at her vanity above, but I couldn’t see what it was she was doing. “Do you believe there’s a reason that you’re here with us, and not with your last master?”

“Of course there’s a reason Miss, I wouldn’t have been taken away otherwise.”

“Taken away?” Josie instantly closed in on my little verbal slip up.

“I… I mean gotten rid of, Miss. If my last master still wanted me, she wouldn’t have gotten rid of me like she did.”

“Let me rephrase my question then- do you believe there’s a reason you’re here with us, and not with someone else, whoever that may be?”

“Must I answer that, Miss?”

“All I’m telling you is to answer two questions for me, and this is one of them. Do you believe in destiny?”

The floor of their bedroom was carpeted, soft plush and nice, I could certainly be somewhere words. I ran the palm of my hand over the soft floor, feeling the threads through the holes of my fishnet gloves, fingerless and decorated with little chains like the one that hung between my breasts. Unlike the heavy bronze link that ran from one nipple to another however, these little chains ran from wrist to finger- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 of them- and they dangled just slightly, only enough to be gently tugged on. A guiding hand could take those little cords and control me, like a puppet on some strings for them to lead.

“I don’t.” Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I clenched just one hand back into a fist, defensively. It was like I was trying to close myself back up, to protect myself. “I’m sorry, Miss Josephine. I don’t really think there’s any significance to it being the two of you, and not somebody else.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think she picked you because of how similar we look, you and I. You know what I think it is?” Without missing a beat, she continued. “I think she has some sort of fantasy she dreams of doing that she can’t do with me, so she wants you to be there to fulfill them for me~”

“You mean like… pretending I’m you?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking, yeah.” She chuckled at the thought of it, extending one of her legs towards me beneath her vanity, gently setting it on top of my thigh. “Maybe she wants to do things with you that she can’t do with me, for entertainment purposes.”

“For entertainment…” I blushed, looking down past my frilly translucent skirt, staring at the chastity belt clasped to my waist. “Like keeping me locked away for days on end?”

“Oh, I would absolutely lose it if she tried to do that to me~!!” I could feel Josie’s foot shake as she shivered. “Pleasure is all I do, it’s all I’m good for.”

“All you’re good for?” I looked up at her, a bright red blush on my face. “But you’re… a real person, Ma’am.”

“That I am, and you’re not… so I suppose it’s a little more complicated. But I’d still lose my mind if I had to stay locked away like that, thank you very much~”

“What do you think I’m good for, Miss?”

“Entertainment. Excitement, pleasure, competition. You’re good for entertainment, whether on the big screen, the little screen, or in the home- you’re good for entertainment.” She sighed, once again rubbing my thigh with her foot. “Forgive my normal theatrics, of course, but clearly you’re not so good at answering questions~”

I blushed, holding my skirt up just slightly with my hands to keep my thigh free from obstruction for her. “My apologies, Ma’am… there was something more you wanted to ask.”

“Yes. A second question before I let you at my cock with that mouth of yours.” She gently retreated her foot from my leg. “What’s your favorite type of film?”

“My… favorite type of film?”

“Mine are musicals.” She coughed slightly. “Hence the theatrics~”

My favorite type of film? It was an extremely specific question to be asking me, especially after that last one. “Horror. I’ve always been a big fan of horror films.”

“Horror… Interesting. Existential and thoughtful kinds of horror films? Or the more… ugly and bloodied ones?”

“I’m not sure, Ma’am. I’ve always liked them both.” I paused, my heart aching slightly as my stomach churned, a lot less fond of the horror films that I used to love, especially now that I was living in one. “I used to like Saw, but… I guess I’m more keen on playing horror games now, or I was.”

“We don’t have anything like that here, unfortunately.”

“Perfectly understandable, Miss.”

“So you’re more keen on finding yourself as the protagonist of a horror game instead, is that it?”

“What’s that, Ma’am?”

“You’d rather find yourself playing and living through the experience, instead of watching as a spectator~”

“No, Ma’am. Not at all.” I bit my lip, one hand clenched to my chest as I tried to exorcise those thoughts out of me. I didn’t want to go anywhere near the terrors of Dead Space or the Silent Hill, and most certainly not as a victim in Saw- that was the ultimate nightmare scenario for me. “I’d like to live in relative safety, Ma’am… I can behave if it means not having to live through something like that, please?”

“Well there’s no use asking me, it’s up to my wife what the future holds for her slaves. But hopefully the next act of your life doesn’t turn out to be any sort of horror movie for you.” She giggled to herself. “Though, I don’t think it’ll be much of a musical, I can say that much right now~”

“Ma’am…” I choked, suddenly a lot more terrified of Claudia than I already was. “I would like to stop talking about this…”

“It doesn’t really matter what you would like, does it?”

“No Miss, not even in the slightest, I promise.” All of a sudden, I quite possibly could have found a reason to run away. “I understand my place.”

“Good, now remember your place going forward.” She gently spread her legs, beckoning for me to come in and deepthroat her. “Now go ahead and try again, just like last time- but submissively.”

“Submission will be second nature, I swear.” I quickly closed in, still kneeling in front of her as I brought myself close to her cock, wrapping one of my gloved hands around it and pointing it towards my mouth. “I’m sorry…”

“I won’t let the wicked witch get to you as long as you behave, Chloe.” She gently reached beneath the table, finding my hair so that she could curl her fingers in it. “I may be her wife, but once you peel back the curtain, there’s not much I can do to stop her. When she wants something, she gets it… so you had better give it to her~”

“Give what to her, Ma’am?”

“Everything.” She tightened her grip on my hair, pressing my lips against her cock. “She is my wife, and I love her to the moon and back, so you had better give her everything you have.”

“And I will, Ma’am.” I licked my lips one last time, gently running my tongue over the head of her member as I did so, before placing a kiss right there on her tip. “I promise.”

“Good girl.” She pulled my face right up against her waiting genitals. “Open wide~”

“Yes, Miss Josephine.” I placed my palms face down on the ground, not clenched into fists for protection, but definitely not too vulnerable either. I could be hiding anything in my hands while they lied palm down, and I was going to keep my secrets close to my chest. I parted my lips and opened my mouth wide, letting myself go vulnerable and limp as she pulled, the length of her cock sliding right through my mouth and in towards my throat.

“Good girl, just like that.”

This was humiliating ego-shattering debasement. I could resist, Josephine was so easy to resist, I had seen that much already. She wasn’t Claudia, she wasn’t my master, she couldn’t be as forceful and dominant as her wife was. Josie was not a woman who could earn my submission naturally, her betrothed had done that for her.

A sex toy, not a partner or another wife, a sex toy- that’s what I was. Claudia didn’t see me as a person, but in this moment her wife might just have been seeing me as something even worse. She didn’t even see me as someone whose submission she needed to earn, and she hadn’t earned it, it was just being given to her for free. She saw me as someone whose submission should be free to her, which wasn’t who I was deep down, she saw me as a sex toy to play with. Something to bang, something to fuck.

Claudia saw me as her maid, Josie saw me as a sex slave.

My inaction was the hardest thing I had done since I had gotten here, I had never struggled so hard to not do anything. I knelt there at her feet, mouth agape as I felt her member sliding in and out of my mouth, or rather- my head sliding up and down on her cock.

Even Candace didn’t do this with me, we played together during sex, we competed. I was either trying to outdo her with my oral skills, or she was conquering me by slamming her cock down my throat. But there wasn’t even so much as mindgames here, just shameful unearned submission as I atoned for my previous mistakes, letting Josie mouthfuck me without either of us putting up a fight.

It was a slow build too, terribly painfully slow. She wanted to take her time and have fun, and that meant more time spent being limp and feeling pathetic, breathing in and out through my nose as she used my mouth.

But it was kind of nice too, it was peaceful. I didn’t have to think, there were no moves to make, no reason to strategize, there was no fighting back.

All there was to do was lose. Lose my dignity, lose my pride, lose control, lose myself. All that was left for me was a lifetime of losing.

That was why I had failed Candace. Not because I couldn’t follow all of her rules and guidelines, but because I had been scared of letting go, I didn’t want to lose who I was. I didn’t want to stop being Sophia Cavalier, so I ended up getting Chloe taken away from her.

And I wasn’t about to let that happen again, not with Claudia. I had already failed her sister, I wasn’t going to fail her- no matter how much it hurt me.

“Mmmph~!!!” I let out an exclamation through my stuffed lips, not a pained gasp, but a cute noise, slowly readjusting myself.

This was new to me, being Chloe. I had to give up Sophia, but to do that, I first had to figure out who exactly Chloe was. Chloe wasn’t a girl who was going to sneak downstairs after this and tried to find a way to escape, that was something that Sophia would do, not Chloe.

Even her name made her sound like a stupid bitch, Chloe , maybe that’s who Chloe is, a stupid bitch. I could be that if I was who I needed to be, clearly being a smartass who fights back at every opportunity hasn’t been working for me anyways.

What good is wandering about the house trying to formulate escape plans when nobody out there cared about me, Candace didn’t love me, or else she wouldn’t have let me go.

If I wanted to get into Claudia’s office just to grab my stupid stuffed dog, I could just ask my masters to go get her for me. I could say that I miss her, and instead of sneaking around behind their backs gathering information, I could ask my master really nicely to have her back.

That’s what I was going to do next, not sneaking into her office to steal Poppy back, asking Claudia if I could have her again. The ends were the same, but only one of these means could get Poppy to me without the risk of getting into trouble.

Less time thinking about who I could be if I escape from here, and more time thinking about who I am right here and now.

I picked my hands up off of the floor and placed them on top of Josie’s thighs, not to try and control her, but to help stabilize myself, letting her know I was leaning on her for support in this instant. Without her here in front of me right now, I would fall over.

“Atta girl~” For just a few moments, Josephine’s grip on my hair loosened, softening as she gently rubbed the top of my head, almost rewarding me. No, not almost rewarding me, rewarding me. “Just like that, follow the movements.”

She moved her chair back, wanting to get a good look at me down there. I stumbled forward, almost being knocked forward, but thanks to my hands there on her thighs, my lips never once even left her cock- thanks to me leaning on her for support.

Just suck cock and look pretty… I can do that.

There was a moment where Josie did nothing, but rather than seizing control from her, I waited. I waited for her to grab me by the hair again and pull me forward to the base of her cock, continuing to suck her off at her preferred pace.

It wasn’t fun, and I didn’t like it, but I didn’t choose to stop it from happening.

“I know you chose to spit my cum out last time, but do you know what I think would be cuter than swallowing?” She glanced down at me, forcing a blush onto my cheeks as I looked up into her eyes for a moment, unable to answer thanks to my mouth being full of her cock. “I think you’d look cute if we made a mess all over your face with it~”

“Mhmmm…” I blushed, staring down the length of her cock as she continued to bob my head up and down on her member. A cum facial…

“I didn’t hear a no, so I’m gonna take that as a yes~”

I pinched my thighs together, dripping onto the cold steel of my chastity belt. It was like I was being trained to give pleasure without being given pleasure, but that didn’t make it any less heat inducing between my legs. If I could have my fingers shoved up my cunt right now, I would- but I couldn’t, and that was by design.

“Almost there~” I whimpered desperately, my hands squeezing onto Josie’s thighs as she continued to bring herself closer to a climax in my mouth, using me as little more than a toy to accomplish that.

Her cock got stiffer, throbbing in my mouth slightly, ready to pop inside of me. I wouldn’t stop her from coming into my mouth, but I knew she wanted to do otherwise. If she wanted to give me a cum facial, then I was gonna sit there and get a cum facial.

And I did. A whimper of dread left my lips as she pulled her cock from my mouth, spraying a mouthful of semen straight into my face, rather than down my throat. It was warm, wet, sticky, and I loved it a lot.

That was one of my three weaknesses- cock, hot women, and cum. I was getting all three of them in the same place, of course I loved it a lot, even if the humiliation of it was earth shattering.

“Look at you~” She pet my hair, scratching the top of my head without a care in the world about getting her own cum on her hands. “You did it that time~!”

“Mmmmph…” I kept my eyes closed as I leaned towards her hand for head scratches, not wanting to get cum in my eyes. “Thank you, Miss…”

“Let me help you there~” She sighed loudly, taking my hands off of her thighs and sitting me back, letting me balance myself as she sat down next to me, my hands still being controlled by hers.

“Nngh-” I tried to pull my hands away from hers for just a moment before snapping my hands back into hers, not receiving enough resistance from her to be able to pull away without yanking myself free of her control.

So I let her guide my hands by the strings, feeling my own fingers running over my cheeks, getting warm and wet with the cum my master’s wife had doused by skin with.

“Go on, eat up~” She pushed my fingers towards my mouth, slowly parting and pushing past my lips, delivering a finger full of salty semen onto my tongue. “Just because I didn’t put it in your mouth doesn’t mean you shouldn’t eat it, right?”

“I don’t know, Ma’am.” I sucked my finger clean of her cum, trying not to grind my teeth together. “Are you asking me if I want to?”

“I’m saying that you probably should .”

“But are you making me, Miss?”

“I-” Josie sighed, still unsure of herself in the face of me fighting back against her even just a little bit. “I suppose not~”

“May I please use one of your makeup wipes, Miss?” I sighed, just a little bit too exasperated to slowly and agonizingly wipe my face clean with my hands if I didn’t need to, and Josie wasn’t pushy enough to make me. “Please?”

“Sure, let me grab you one~”

“Thank you.” I yanked my hand away from hers, deciding for myself that it was appropriate to regain control of my own actions rather than letting her continue to puppet me. I wasn’t a slave to her will, I was a real girl- and least when it came to Josie. I held my hand out and took the makeup wipe from her, adamantly wiping my face clean of her cum. “I hope you had fun, Ma’am.”

“You had me waiting all day to get done with your mental reevaluation.” She sighed, helping me clean my face, more than a little bit glad it was over. “Thanks for behaving this time, I’ve really been needing to get Claudia off of my back about this~”

“No problem, Miss… it’s what I’m here for~”

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“She’s not dead, is she???”

“No stupid… she’s just sleeping…”

“Come on, you two, give her some room.”

Oh no, not this again…

I quickly sat up, finding myself in bed with not only Josephine, having apparently fallen asleep after laying down next to her to recuperate, but also with Darcey, Autumn, and Zenna all at the same time.

“Good morning, sleepyhead~” Josie giggled at me, ruffling my hair again as I slowly lifted my head off of her thigh. “Or I should probably say good evening~”

“Did she like the cum facial, Miss Josie???”

“Yeah… she didn’t mess up again, right…?”

Darcey and Autumn were both instantly all over their master, returning to her as soon as I had woken up and they got their two cents worth in.

“I bet she ate all of the cum afterwards!!!”

“I bet she didn’t…”

I scoffed, already too irritated with them both to keep listening to their silly bickering. “I didn’t!!”

“Awe man, really???”

“I told you so…”

“Eugh.” I sighed, no less grumpy about being woken up as I was about the two of them being right in my face as soon as I woke up. I sighed, taking a deep breath, snapping my head to the side the instant I felt a hand on my shoulder. “ What? ”

I turned to face Zenna, who instantly cowered back in place as soon as I responded just a little bit too forcefully to her trying to get my attention. “I- Um… it’s nothing, I’m sorry.”

“Chloe.” I didn’t even have enough time to sigh at how pathetic she was before I heard her voice, my master’s voice. “Be gentle with Zenna. It took a lot of effort to turn her from a pig into a miserable kitten without having to literally defang her. She’s fragile.”

I had slept long enough for Claudia to get home, and apparently quite a lot longer than that. I glanced around the room, Lilian having apparently been put to bed already. “Did I miss dinner, Ma’am?”

“Yes, but we didn’t want to wake you~” She smiled, turning away from the vanity as soon as she was dressed for bed, heading towards us- not to my side, but to Zenna’s. “Besides, you did enough cum guzzling to constitute a real dinner.”

Zenna purred happily, leaning into her master’s hand as Claudia pet her. “That’s not true Ma’am… Miss Josie gave her a cum facial instead~”

“Oh did she now?” Claudia giggled. “I’m sure that was exciting… but in that case I suppose I’m going to have to feed her some real food instead~”

“You told them?” I turned to Josie, my face full of dread. “Why did you tell them?”

“Duh, because Josie’s our master and she loves us~!!!”

“Miss Josie tells us everything…”

“She can’t keep a secret to save her life!!!”

“She really can’t…”

“Girls!!” Josephine had to step in to interrupt them. “Mouths closed, paws up.”

Both Darcey and Autumn looked like they wanted to protest, but they did as they were told, hushing up and holding their hands above their exposed tits. So that’s why they belonged to Josie, they were obedient pushovers who were both head over heels for her.

But Zenna did it too, zipping her lips and holding her hands over her breasts, trying to make herself look cute for Claudia- and that made her master smile.

That. Right there for just a moment, I saw something between them, a flash of something more than adoration towards a dog from Claudia. I saw her smile, put her hands on Zenna’s cheek, and pulled her in for a kiss on the lips, still smiling as she pulled away.

And right then and there I knew what I wanted, I wanted that. Claudia’s love. It didn’t matter if we never got married, because it was better than nothing. Getting Claudia to love me was better than not being loved at all. I wanted to make Claudia love me.

“I and my slaves have left food for you downstairs in your room.” Claudia turned back to me without the same look of adoration she gave Zenna, at least not yet. “Go eat downstairs and have Nell remove your uniform for you~”

“Yes, Miss.” I smiled, bowing slightly for her, very happy to think that she was going to feed me after all. “And then what, Ma’am?”

“And then it’s bedtime.” She smirked, pulling away from Zenna and turning towards the dumbwaiter to send me downstairs. “The rest of the girls are sleeping up here tonight, so feel free to either stay downstairs or come back up and join us, I’ll leave the dumbwaiter unlocked.”

“Yes, Ma’am… whatever you say.”

“Good girl, and before I forget.” She stopped just outside of the slave elevator, and I was at her side before I realized I was following her. “Good job behaving today. I’m proud to here that you got through it all without misbehaving~”

“It was nothing, Ma’am… really… I’ve spent so much of it sleeping.”

“Nevertheless. I am still glad to hear that your reevaluation went well, and I must offer my apologies for not being more present today.” She smiled, taking me by the hand and leading me into the dumbwaiter. “I won’t be able to escort you downstairs I’m afraid, so if this is goodnight, I’ll take my due respect here and now~”

Alright Chloe, it’s time to think like a stupid bitch from now on.

I sighed, giving her a great big smile as I curtsied, my hands at my sides as I bowed happily. “Thank you, Master. I hope to soon serve you like I served Miss Josephine today~”

“That’s good to hear…” She smiled eagerly, licking her lips. “Tell you what, stay out of trouble for the next three days, and I’ll get you out of that chastity belt for next weekend.”

“And then you’ll permit me to serve you?”

“And then I’ll permit you to serve me~”

“Yes, Master… I won’t let you down.”

“Good girl, now go.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you~”

So I went back downstairs and I ate my dinner, just like I was told, relieved to be able to do it all by myself. I didn’t return upstairs when I was done, either. A part of me wanted to join them up there, but I wasn’t quite confident I would fit in.

But even worse, I still had this chastity belt on, and I wasn’t about to join them until I could enjoy myself doing so. I wasn’t quite fully adjusted to my new life, but I was getting there- and there was absolutely nothing that could stop me from getting this chastity belt off by the end of the week.

At least that’s what I thought~