Chapter 86 - Deja Vu All Over Again

 

Shannon woke. She still had her eyes closed and she was lying facing away from the window, yet she still knew that it was light out. She knew because she trusted her internal body clock almost as much as the digital one on the bed stand beside the bed. Her internal clock said it was time for her to wake up, so she had. After all the years of working as an actress and relying on it, she trusted it because it had never failed her. Even though those years had been before her enslavement, and her length of enslavement had been all too long considering she had been Carmella's slave, she still trusted it.

The period of time between realizing she was awake and the realization that it was light in the bedroom took place very quickly. Too quickly for her to really wake up. She lay in the comfortable nether zone, neither fully awake nor asleep, but she clearly remembered details of the dream she had been dreaming moments ago. She knew that she could shut off her internal alarm clock and go back to sleep, but she also knew that she would never reenter the dream despite wanting to do so. More importantly; going back to sleep was a bad idea. Dangerous, even.

Her alarm clock had woken her for an important reason. That reason lay beside her. Attached to that reason was a cock that she was duty-bound to suck. That she enjoyed her duty didn't mitigate the importance of performing it. As his bed mate, it was her duty to wake him with a blowjob or face a whipping for failure. Therein lay the danger of going back to sleep.

Having concluded that she was not going to go back to sleep pushed her brain into a higher gear She noted with a degree of sadness that the details of the dream, only fleeting instants before that had been crystal clear and fully developed, were now gone and only vague recollections remained in their place. Those too would be gone and lost forever before she ever set her feet on the floor.

As higher brain functions took hold of her consciousness, she began to analyze reality. She had a duty to perform and she had to formulate a plan to accomplish it. She had to get his cock in her mouth before waking her master. While she had successfully accomplished that many times previously, today was going to be a bit more difficult. Further, she didn't want to wake him too soon, and while she was pretty sure doing so now would be too soon, without seeing the clock she couldn't be absolutely positive. That too was a problem.

She opened her eyes and raised her head to look over his shoulder. The angle of the sunlight confirmed her belief that it was still a little too early to wake him, and that gave her a few minutes to plan. And planning was needed because she was lying on her right side, snuggled against his back. Snuggling against his back while she was on her right side meant that the gyrations of the night's sexual frolics had resulted with her being on 'his' side of the bed. That meant the clock was behind her. It would be easy enough to roll over and look, but that risked waking him. But then, virtually anything she did presented that risk.

Presented with no good options, and failing to come up with a better idea, she slipped out of his side of the bed, walked around the foot of it and slithered back into it on her side. Once in place she remained still to allow him to fall back into a deeper sleep if her movements had disturbed him. She took the opportunity to look at the clock and saw that she could allow him a few more minutes of sleep without concern. She fought down the desire to snuggle against him, fearing that he might wrap her in his arms and hold her. He loved doing that, and she knew she would never be able to extricate herself from that position without waking him.

She almost dropped back into sleep herself while she waited. Without realizing it, she had dozed lightly and startled herself back into full wakefulness. That convinced her to not wait any longer. She turned herself completely around so that her head was toward the foot of the bed, then slowly and gently wormed her way under the covers. When her mouth was within striking distance she put her shoulder against him gently at first, then with increasing force she rolled him enough. She darted her head forward and took his semi-soft member into her mouth. Then she heard his sleepy voice say, "That was nicely done." She felt dejected because in spite of the compliment she knew she had failed. But that didn't stop her from giving him her best until he came in her mouth.

When she finished him she placed herself in his arms and kissed his lips before apologizing for having woken him before she was ready. She wriggled into him more tightly and promised to get him up for her pussy in a few minutes if he permitted her to do it. He grunted softly and hugged her more strongly. "I thought you would be too anxious to get me out of bed and on my way, not attempting to seduce me to stay longer."

She responded affectionately, using her lips on his neck then spoke between kisses. "I wanted to talk to you about that master. I was hoping that I could get you in a good mood after you used my pussy and then I could try to talk you into bringing me with you. I really want to see her face when you do it."

"I don't want to bring all of you, so how can I say yes to you then no to all the others?"

She giggled. "Because you're the master, you can say anything you want. Besides, I asked first so it's okay for me."

He laughed. "You're right, I can say whatever I want. No, you're not going, and you're going to get me up for your pussy anyway."

She sighed. "The horrible master abuses his helpless slaves so mercilessly." She freed herself from his arms and kissed her way down to that which needed sucking. On her way she said, "You'll probably give me a good long fucking and deny me an orgasm too." He didn't answer her.

After he came in her pussy, in contrast to his usual practice of holding his slave and resting for a few minutes, this time he shooed her out of the bed and headed for the shower. Shannon's appearance outside his bedroom was the signal to the others that he was up and getting ready for the day. That triggered a few activities, including KD rising from her seat to go into the bathroom and kneel outside his shower. She had barely gotten to her feet when Jodi caught her attention and motioned her back into her seat. Everyone understood that this time and function was KD's purview, but Jodi's higher claim on their master's time overrode all else. None of the others would gainsay Jodi's desire for his time when she expressed it; particularly because she didn't exercise that privilege very often.

Jodi didn't take up KD's usual position; instead she opened the shower door and entered without being invited. He looked at her with undisguised curiosity at this unusual happening and decided to allow her to determine the course of events. She gently took the bar of soap out of his hands, lathered hers, then began washing his legs after dropping to her knees to do so. She lathered him up to his balls, gave them a thorough yet very gentle attention, then kissed his unlathered cock. That was followed by her taking the limp member into her mouth and gently massaging it with her lips. It really was too soon and they both knew that, yet she kept at it until he stopped her.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet. Keeping his arms around her waist he asked, "I've already included you in the group going to Dallas, and you know Shannon put me in a good mood, so what's this sudden desire to please me all about?"

"My lord," she demurred daintily, with a slight smile, "I'm always anxious to please you with my every breath and action."

He tightened his arms around her, crushing her into him. "Speak wench, else I whip you and ban you from the trip."

She sighed loudly, looked down as though embarrassed or in defeat, then looked up. "My lord, I'm grateful that you're bringing me with you but I have a request and I hoped to try to earn your favor before asking." He looked at her sternly, silently commanding her to continue. "My lord, may I enslave her? Please? May I be the one to push the button?" He looked at her with a smile, then granted her request. She tried to get back on her knees, but he was holding her too tightly for her to slip out of his arms. She opted to kiss him instead.

The flight down was uneventful and quick. Angel had arranged for rental cars to be waiting for them at the airport they landed at, so they were able to leave immediately. Angel had coordinated their arrival time with Irene, so Irene was waiting at the airport, ready to guide them to their destination. When they approached the gate with the same guard as had been there for Irene's earlier visits, he recognized her as soon as she got out of the car. He didn't think she was going to give him another blowjob, not with two cars filled with passengers that were obviously traveling together. That thought was confirmed when a man got out of the same car and approached him also.

Irene knew what the guard was thinking. When she got to him she smiled softly in apparent regret and said, "Nope, no blowjob today. But despite that I'm going to ask that you allow both cars in without creating a fuss about it."

The guard stood slightly more erect. "I'm really sorry about that ma'am, I can't allow that."

Undeterred, Irene reminded him about the conversation they had had the first time and pointing at Craig said, "Since that man is going to enslave the woman you know as Phyllis Monset, that means that in about ten minutes he will be the owner of the house she lives in, so I suggest you may want to reconsider that denial."

The guard looked at Craig. "Is that a fact? You're going to enslave Ms. Monset?"

Craig nodded but didn't say anything.

The guard looked away for a brief instant before accepting the situation. "I can't say she doesn't deserve it. I haven't seen the slave that used to live there... Beatrice was her name... since Ms. Monset showed up. The rumor is that Ms. Monset had her killed. Real nasty killing too. Slow and painful. Beatrice was a nice lady, no matter that she was a slave. She volunteered her time for the church and the library and a dozen other places too. Everybody loved her. There was no reason to kill her, 'specially if what they say about the killing is true."

He turned to look back at Craig. "You go right on ahead sir, with my thanks. I take it then that these other women are you slaves also?" Craig nodded his agreement, then stepped forward with his hand outstretched. "Craig. Craig Zyander."

The guard was taken aback. The owners of these houses weren't the type to offer their hand in friendship and certainly not to offer their first name. He shook Craig's hand, saying, "I'm mighty pleased to meet you Mr. Zyander. Welcome to the neighborhood. My name is Wilber, sir. Wilber Dunning. Most people call me Bert." He paused fractionally, then asked, "If it's not a bother I'd like to get a closer look at your slaves since I suppose I'll be seeing them and I would like to be able to recognize them without having to bother you." He moved forward to peer into both cars. He looked particularly hard at Rita. He had a serious fetish about redheads with long hair, and she was one of the finest he had ever seen. He wondered how soon he would be able to fuck her.

After Bert moved away from the car window, Jodi teased her. "He likes you. He wants to fuck you." Rita replied airily, "They all do, I'm used to it. It's my phenomenal beauty and extraordinary sexiness, men can't resist me." Then she teased back. "Makes me wonder what's wrong with master. Imagine him choosing you, as ugly as you are, over me;" she shrugged and shook her head in disbelief, "makes no sense." Jodi laughed then gently poked her friend in the ribs, muttering, "Smartass."

After passing through the gate, Jodi opened the laptop she was carrying and booted it up. She had Carmella's page in the slave registry already filled out and bookmarked, awaiting only the press of the "Enslave" button to conclude the enslavement. When they got to the house, this time Irene pulled into the driveway and up to the garage. The second car followed. They all gathered around the front door and Craig rang the doorbell. It took longer than they expected but finally a very pretty blonde opened the door. She looked very bedraggled, almost to the point of seeming to be unsteady on her feet. She opened the door fully, giving a clear view of the interior as well as her body. Despite her apparent poor condition she stood very proud and erect, thrusting her breasts forward.

The blonde's wrists and upper arms showed signs of rope marks that were so recent that it was clear that she had been untied for the purpose of answering the doorbell. Further, her body, from her neck to her ankles showed a profusion of whip marks evidencing a recent and very vicious whipping. Alex didn't say anything to the others, but in her eyes the blonde was a classic example of Carmella playing 'Please, Mistress'. The blonde looked at the man in front of her, scanned the troupe of slaves accompanying him, then looked back at the man. She gathered her poise and politely asked, "May I help you sir?"

Craig shook his head, which surprised the blonde. Then he further surprised her by saying, "I think I'm going to help you however." Without explaining what he meant by that he turned to Rita and told her to take care of the blonde. He turned back to the blonde and in a reassuring tone said, "Rita has had lots of practice taking care of whip marks. She'll take good care of you. Don't worry about your mistress, I'll take care of her, and don't make a fuss or worry about us, I'll find your mistress myself." With that, he put his hands on her shoulders and gently but commandingly pulled her toward him and put her into Rita's hands. He pushed the door further aside and strode in with the others trailing after him.

The blonde watched the man move deeper into the house. She was in a minor panic over the quandary she was faced with. She was too much a slave to argue with a man and certainly wouldn't attempt to physically stop him; that just wasn't done. But on the other hand, as much as she hated her mistress and wasn't overly concerned that she might be embarrassed by the man's sudden appearance, she was fearful that her mistress would take severe umbrage at the fact that he had been allowed into the house and came upon her unannounced. If her mistress was really pissed at her, the punishment would be worse than the 'game' they had been playing at the moment of the interruption, and the game had been bad enough.

Fear of her mistress won out and she concluded that she had to do something. Rita felt the blonde stiffen and knew that her charge was going to sound the alarm. She tightened her grip on the blonde's arm and gently but firmly pulled her around to face her. "Don't say anything to your mistress. She won't be your mistress in another few minutes so you don't have to worry about her punishing you. From the looks of you, it seems that she's already punished you enough for the day. That man is going to be your master so begin to think about doing what he wants and right now I can tell you he wants to surprise your mistress. Her name is Carmella by the way, not Phyllis. You're going to love talking to some of his other slaves because they used to be Carmella's slaves too."

The house was quite large, but the layout seemed common enough. He entered the spacious entry hall area, looked around and decided that the living room was ahead and off to the right. That was the way he went and it proved to be the wrong choice. Unconcerned, he retraced his steps, went off in another direction and his second choice proved to be the correct one.

He and his group of slaves entered the living room and found Carmella with her back turned to them. She was facing a slave who was strung up, gagged and apparently being punished for some infraction. Craig's shoes were noiseless on the thick, plush carpeting, but the widening of the slave's eyes as he approached served to alert Carmella. She turned to see what had caught the slave's attention and froze when she saw who it was. After a few seconds she resumed breathing but remained as pale as a ghost with her eyes wide in shock and disbelief. She was unable to say a word.

Back in the entryway, the blonde, Crystal by name, waited long enough for Craig to disappear around a corner before turning to Rita and speaking so softly it was almost a whisper, asked, "You're a slave... his slave, right?" Before Rita could answer she hurriedly asked, "What the hell is going on?"

Rita's smile and gentle touch on her arm were reassuring to Crystal, but Rita's words were more so. "This is your lucky day. He's here to enslave your mistress. You'll become his slave as a result. He's a pretty good master and my bet is that he'll keep you. For your sake the rest of us will show him the error of his ways if he decides not to."

Crystal looked at Rita wide-eyed in astonishment. Her words came out in rapid fire, spurred by her excitement and confusion. She didn't know what to ask first. "Really? You can do that? He's going to enslave her?" Rita nodded affirmation. Crystal broke away from Rita saying, "This will be too good to miss."

The tableau created by Carmella staring at Craig in horror and his amused grin returning her look remained frozen in time for subjectively half an eternity, but objectively only about five seconds. He broke the spell when he turned to Jodi and said, "Indulge yourself. I'll go look around in my new house." He left without looking back at Carmella.

Crystal had arrived in the living room just in time to hear him tell Jodi to indulge herself, although she had no real idea what that could mean. Before she received any form of clarification he turned and walked out, passing her as he did so. He smiled pleasantly and nodded to her but didn't pause or even slow down as he left.

Carmella had known what was going to happen the instant she saw Craig. Hearing him refer to her hideaway as his new house so totally deflated her that she stood in unspeaking, silent despair with tears welling up in her eyes. His comment to Jodi finally penetrated her frozen brain, causing her to look at 'the bitch' with growing fear. Jodi took that cue to step forward to reach for the whip that Carmella was holding, taking it from her while softly saying, "You won't be needing this any longer. But I will." Carmella allowed the whip to be taken from her unresisting hand.

Jodi continued speaking softly, almost respectfully. "Now, we both know that you're a free woman and I'm a slave, so I have to ask; would you prefer that I give you ten as a free woman or twenty as a slave?" During her earlier period of enslavement Carmella had been thoroughly brainwashed into accepting her status as the lowest of slaves... a slave to the slaves. His casual dismissal of her by turning her over to his slave without hesitation was like a Pavlovian trigger to her; she instantly fell into a mode of obedience to Jodi. A feeling of utter loss and helplessness flooded through her, swamping any possible thought of resistance. Still, she recovered enough of her self-possession to know that if she didn't choose, and do so quickly, she would get both. She managed to mumble the words, "Ten, please."

Both of Carmella's slaves, Winona, and Crystal, gaped at each other, totally flummoxed that the woman they had seen only moments ago as all-powerful and commanding, was now essentially a sniveling disgrace to herself. They couldn't know, of course, about Carmella's history with these people, and without that knowledge they both reacted with a feeling of disgust and contempt toward her, for a free woman accepting a whipping from a slave was pitiful. Crystal knew that Carmella was going to be enslaved, but that didn't alter her thinking or reduce her contempt for who she now thought of as her former mistress.

Jodi reacted gleefully. "Good choice! Since you haven't done so already I have to remind you. Strip! When you're done, legs spread and hands behind your head, please. Surely you remember how we do this. If you break your pose we start over until you get it right."

While Jodi was tormenting Carmella, Angel had moved past them to the bound and gagged brunette to free her. Once freed and ungagged, Winona bolted over to the only person she knew and trusted even a little, Crystal. She immediately asked who these people were, what they were doing and could a slave whip a free woman? Crystal answered loudly making sure Carmella heard her. "I don't know who they are but they're here to enslave this bitch, so as far as I'm concerned that makes them my friends."

Carmella finished undressing, then stood in the required pose, waiting for the whipping to begin. Jodi wasn't quite ready to begin. She wanted to squeeze every possible scintilla of humiliation and disgrace out of this moment as she could. She slashed a stroke with the whip down Carmella's breast and forcefully commanded, "Listen up shithead! I'm going to have so much fun whipping you that I fear I might get carried away and not stop, so I'm gonna make you count and beg for the next one. I want a clear and distinct count each time and sincere begging. Too slow or too sloppy or not sincere and we redo the hit. Got it?"

Jodi waited a fraction of a second longer than it should have taken Carmella to respond. When Carmella didn't act quickly enough Jodi again slammed a whip strike onto each breast and bellowed, "I asked you a question shithead. You know you're required to answer and answer quickly when you're asked a question." She slammed the whip down a third time, this time harder than she had been doing, and the two earlier ones had been very painful. With the third hit she sneered, "You've already forgotten how to behave, haven't you?" This time Carmella wasn't caught unawares. She answered promptly, politely and distinctly. "No mistress, I haven't. Please excuse my earlier slow response."

Jodi nodded then to relented a bit. In a normal tone of voice she seemed mollified. Then she commanded, "Okay shithead, if you think you're back on track, tell me your name."

"My name is shithead mistress, thank you for giving me such a lovely name."

Jodi erupted in a rage. She slammed the whip down on both breasts, alternating between them with a forehand then a backhand stroke. She hit with lightning fast moves and screamed "No" repeatedly as she rained blows down on the crying woman. Carmella tried to flinch back from the blows but she knew that if she broke her pose and turned away from them it would only be worse. She managed to endure the assault.

When she tired of hitting, Jodi stopped, looked at her and said resignedly, "You really are a stupid, brainless, asshole, you know that shithead? Worse, you're insulting. You've forgotten the name that your mistresses gave you and that's insulting to them. But I understand that you're an ignorant asshole so I'll tell you again." She paused, then added, "But at a price, so hopefully you won't forget it again."

Carmella couldn't help herself so she spoke, hoping to gain some favor with her subservience. "Thank you mistress, that's very kind of you. What price?"

Jodi counted letters in her head then announced. "If I just tell you, it'll be six hits. If you wish to just tell me and you get it correct, one hit. But if you guess wrong I'll tell you after eighteen hits."

Carmella struggled with herself. She thought she knew the answer but that name had seven letters in it. That just seemed to be wrong. Then, there was the penalty of eighteen hits if she had to be told. That was three times six, so obviously it was triple punishment for each letter in the name. She didn't understand why Jodi would have chosen six hits if the name didn't have six letters in it. Worse, she couldn't think of any name they had used for her that did have six letters. She was also aware that she had better decide quickly before the bitch with the whip declared a delay of game penalty on her. She took a deep breath then accepted defeat. "Six hits please mistress."