The Slavery Series: Chapter 1

My hand landed violently on the pretty cheek of my new recruit and she fell in a heap onto the linoleum floor of my kitchen. Smiling, I turned and extended my hand to her father for a firm handshake. He nodded at me and said nothing, turned, and left. I turned back and gazed down at her, her wrists bound behind her back, as she sobbed.

Her name was Michelle and she had earned this punishment. She was eighteen and had just finished her freshman year at a nearby university, one of the very expensive and elitist East Coast establishments. Her parents had paid a lot of money for her to go there, just like they paid a lot of money for her brand new car, her cell phone, her swanky apartment, her overpriced clothes, her designer shoes, and her spring break trip to Europe. In return Michelle brought home pathetic grades, letters warning her of potential expulsion from said East Coast university, and a snotty attitude. She had spent one year guzzling booze and cum on her parents’ dime and didn’t feel a scrap of regret for treating them like that. At their wits end about how to get through to her that this was unacceptable behavior, they turned to me.

I was glad to do the work I did. Well-to-do parents paid me handsomely for what I casually call obedience training. Honestly, I’d do what I do for free, but I am taking on a huge risk considering the criminal nature of the business, so I do require payment in advance.

I lived in the second floor apartment of a small two story apartment building. Through a business arrangement with the landlord, the first floor remained permanently vacant, leaving myself and my slaves completely alone in the building. Even still, I had modified the apartment slightly, sound proofing the walls and tinting the windows, to ensure privacy.

This was my second year doing this kind of “work”. I spent last summer with a plump little bitch who had gone to school on an athletic scholarship and then put on more than the ‘freshman fifteen.’ Her scholarship had been revoked and she didn’t seem to think it was a big deal that her parents took out a second mortgage to cover her sophomore year. That was last summer, and I recently heard she had really turned it around this past school year.

This summer I was growing my business, so to speak. As Michelle laid sobbing to herself, I turned and stared at Amanda, my other summer slave. Two would be a lot of work, long hours, but I’m a very hard worker. Amanda was in basically the same boat as Michelle, she had miserable grades and her parents were appalled when pictures of Amanda topless and fondling cock in Cancun showed up on the internet this spring. Amanda sat in the corner of the living room, with her knees pulled up to her chin, and stared a hole into the carpet. Amanda had been here since yesterday, so both these girls were pretty much still in shock.

Amanda was a tall girl with short red hair that reached just to her chin line. She was the same kind of fat as last year’s girl she, which is probably best called chubby, with a noticeable muffin-top roll around her stomach, a superbly fat ass, and enormous tits.