Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 8)

January 16th, 2008
5:37pm

I opened the door to the slave bedroom, and Ruby was sitting up in her bed, tears in her eyes, very frightened by the screams she had been hearing.

“Baby, let’s get a third bed made up and get the girls in here.” I said.

Baby grabbed a set of sheets, blanket and a pillow and went in to the slave bedroom.

She walked over to Ruby, put her hand on Ruby’s hand and said something in Spanish with a comforting tone. Ruby seemed relieved and took the bedding from Baby’s hands, insisting that she would make the bed.

As Ruby made up the bunk that was above her own, I disconnected the chain from Katie’s collar and removed her handcuffs, telling her not to move.

I inspected Catherine’s backside. She had multiple red welts, but nothing serious. Flower had done well. I also unchained her and ordered her to stay in place.

“Both of you will now go in to the bedroom, pick a bunk and lie flat on your back.” I ordered, as I grabbed two short chains and locks from the cabinet.

They both stood there looking at me, unsure if I they should move.

“Now!” I snapped, then followed them in to the bedroom.

“You can sleep with the housekeeper.” Catherine said, pushing Katie out of the way and heading to the lower bunk of the unused bed.

I let it go for now. I can already tell I’m going to have to beat the bitch out of this girl before it’s over.

Both girls lie flat on their backs as instructed. I chained Katie’s collar to the headboard. She started to cry again, but didn’t say a word.

I moved over and chained Catherine’s collar to her headboard. She had this look on her face as if everything was going according to plan and it was just a matter of time before I came crawling, begging to her to join the operation. Or maybe I was reading too much in to it.

“Girls!” I said, stepping back into the doorway, “Someone will be in the next room at all times. If you make any attempt to escape, or even get out of bed, you will long for the days when you were only beaten with a stick.”

“Rest for a while.” I said, closing the door.

Baby and Flower were sitting on the futon, Flower had her head on Baby’s shoulder, eyes closed. Baby was barely keeping her eyes open.

It was then that I realized it was still only 7:45am.

I had the girls stand up, pulled the futon out flat, and we all piled in to it, quickly falling asleep.


January 16th, 2008
8:14pm

I’m still trying to catch up with my journal. It’s been a busy day.

I woke up about 10:30am, trapped in a tangled mess of female arms and legs. I carefully slipped out from under the girls, trying not to wake them, and went upstairs.

I took a nice, hot shower and then got on the computer and checked my bank account. The $50k from Wayne had arrived. I have some shopping to do. I grabbed a notebook and started making a list of the things we needed.

After about 10 minutes, Baby came lumbering in. The hair on the left side of her head was sticking almost straight up. I chuckled to myself and gave her a cheery “Good Morning!”, to which she just growled and grabbed a bottle of aspirin from her purse.

“Is Flower awake yet?” I asked.

“Shower.” she replied, still barely awake. Translation: “Flower is taking a shower, Honey.”

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Shower.” she said, walking in to the bathroom. Translation: “I have a slight headache and I’m going to take a shower now, Honey.”

I gave Baby and Flower about an hour to wake up, shower and meet me in the living room; we needed to talk.

I spent the hour cleaning up the mess we made last night, getting Tomas busy with some work in the garage, and checking the social web sites. It’s been a while since I’ve logged in and had tons of messages. I ignored them for now.

The girls arrived in the living room, their hair up in towels. They sat on the couch, took the towels down and started brushing there hair out. How their hair was still wet after an hour is beyond me. What have they been doing? I chalk it up to one of those ‘female mysteries’ and get down to business.

I stood up a few feet in front of them.

“First off… Flower: Excellent job down there.”

“Thank you, Master!” she exclaimed, pausing her hair brushing.

“Does that mean…?” Baby asked, trailing off.

“Yes. Flower can stay…” The girls squealed and hugged each other.

“AT LEAST…” I continued, “until the next auction.”

“She still has to show that she can earn her keep, long-term. But today was a great start.”

“But…” I added, walking up to Flower.

“… suck my cock.” I ordered.

Flower immediately set her brush on the couch, unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out and put it in her mouth.

“Look at me.” I said.

She complied.

“Understand that you are still a slave.” I reminded her, “You will still be chained up when we are not with you, until you earn our full trust.”

She nodded her head and kept sucking.

I watched her for a few moments, then pet her damp head.

“I am still ‘Master’, and you will still do as you are told.”

“Yeth, Mathter.” she replied.

I couldn’t help myself and cracked a smile. Her face lit up with that adorable smile of hers.

I pulled my cock out of her mouth, zipped up and walked back to my spot.

“Welcome to the team, Flower.” I said.

“Thank you, Master!” both girls said, almost simultaneously. Baby ran up to me, wrapped both arms around me and planted a kiss on my lips.

Baby sat back down, the girls looked at each other and smiled, then returned to their hair.

“We need to to make a few changes to the way we do things here. Baby, this mostly involves you, and to a lesser extent, me.”

“What is it, Master?” Baby asked.

“There is definitely a place for comforting the girls. They need some balance so they don’t go nuts and ball up in the corner, but, we have to stop getting close to them.”

“What do you mean, Master?” Baby asked.

“They are here to be sold, and we are here to train them. We are not here to be their friends, have all-night girl talk sessions or learn about their sad childhoods.”

“I know, Master.” Baby agreed, “I’ve just been a little lonely for, you know, for a girl to talk to since… since Star left.”

“I completely understand, Baby.” I assured her, “I miss Star too. But that’s exactly my point. We can’t keep getting close to these girls, then go through the pain when they leave.”

“And… you have Flower now… right?” I added.

“Right!” she said, putting her arm around Flower.

“And for my part, I need to quit getting attached because of their sad eyes or sweet, innocent faces…” I said.

“… or because they are an amazing piece of ass.” I added, giving the blushing Flower a quick wink.

“Anyway…” I continued, “Flower, I want you to take over most of the training of the girls.”

“Master?” Flower asked in disbelief.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Baby will be there to help most of the time, and I’ll be there when needed. But you will be in charge of their day-to-day training; getting them up and ready for the day, teaching them new skills, running them through practice sessions, and so on.”

“Yes, Master.” Flower replied, “I can do that.”

“We only have about two weeks.