Kaylee's slave

 Warning: this one is a dark and taboo story.

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Kaylee's Slave


Kaylee smiles in the rain and makes sure to take detours through the mud. Friends are coming over tonight, friend who understood, friends she could really show off her slave to. No need to hide with them.

She had called home before leaving work so that her slave would be ready and waiting in her assigned position for Kaylee to get home. She stomps through muddy puddles, wondering if there was anything else in the puddles and hoping that something gets stuck in the treads before she gets home.

Alecia and Denise are waiting for her when she finally gets home. They're standing on the porch, nervous and excited. They came early.

“You weren't kidding?” Alecia asks while Kaylee fishes for her keys. “And your mom isn't going to mind?”

“Mom's working,” Kaylee says. “She doesn't get to tell me what I can do.”

“Does she know you have a,” Denise looks both ways and lowers her voice, “slave?”

Kaylee smiles and holds back a laugh. “Oh, she knows.”

“And she doesn't mind?”

Kaylee shakes her head. “No, she approves.”

Alecia laughs. “Your mom is awesome.”

Kaylee rolls her eyes and unlocks the door. “Don't tell her that,” she says.

The slave is there, just inside the doorway. It is naked except for the padlocked collar and the leather hood that covers everything but her mouth. Laying on its back, hands at its side, it leaves its breasts and its pussy completely exposed.

“Be sure to wipe your feet,” Kaylee says. She walks over and steps lightly on her slave, careful to avoid joints, and grinds her filthy boots into the skin, smearing the muddy water all over her slave. But she can't get all of it off; some of the mud has started to dry. She rolls her eyes again. “Wipe your feet,” she says to her friends. Then she gives the slave a gentle kick. “When they're done, lick the rest of the mud off my boots.”

She kicks off her rain boots and leaves them by the door, walking to the living room without even looking back to see what her friends do. She hears the slaves grunts as one of the girls steps up on it, and hears Alecia inform the slave that she doesn't want to step on it with dirty heels. So once the slave has cleaned her heels, it can bring them in and put them back on. Then Alecia will step on it.

They're both laughing when they come in to the living room. Kaylee glances towards the door to see her slave, on its knees and completely exposed, licking the rain water off her boots and then moving to lick Alecia's stiletto heels clean too.

“This is already the best time I've had in a long time” Denise says. “How did you get her to be your slave?”

Kaylee shrugs. “More people want to be slaves than you might think,” she says. “It's just a matter of finding the ones with the fantasy, seeing the things they read and the things they look at online. Then you just train them.”

“How do you do that?” Denise asks.

“It's like training a dog,” Kaylee says.

“Only you aren't as nice to them,” Alecia adds. Denise gives her a look, and Alecia shrugs. “My ex boyfriend still comes over on weekends and pays to be a toilet for me,” she says.

Kaylee laughs. “He pays you, then serves as your toilet?”

Alecia nods. “Good money,” she says. “And it means I can actually make him eat shit, not just tell him he should.”

The slave crawls back into the room, Alecia's heels in its mouth. It kneels in front of the girls; once Alecia gives it a light kick, it carefully puts the shoes back on the young woman's feet.

“I never had any idea,” Denise says. “What else can we make her do?”

“Anything you want,” Kaylee says. The slave tenses in fear. If its eyes were visible, there'd probably be fear there. That makes Kaylee smile.

Denise pulls off her socks, leaving her feet bare. “Make her suck my toes,” she says. “Maybe even the whole foot.”

Kaylee gets up. “You heard your orders, slave,” she says. “Get to it.” The slave moves towards Denise, and begins kissing, licking, and sucking the toes that get pressed against its lips.

“You guys want something to drink?” Kaylee asks as she heads to the bathroom.

Denise, barely able to pay attention to anything other than the slave licking her foot, makes a general sound of assent. She starts to push her whole foot into the slave's mouth. The slave opens wider and wider to accept it.

“Beers would be great,” Alicia says. “If your mom would be okay with it.”

Kaylee brings the beers back in with a smile. “My mom isn't going to say a word about it,” she says. She hands out the drinks, turns on the television, and puts her feet up. On her slave. The slave immediately makes itself into a table on all fours, still sucking Denise's toes.

Alecia puts her feet up on the slave as well. “You've got a nice slave here,” she says. She offers a toast, and Kaylee clicks bottles with her. “Bit old, though, isn't she? Starting to sag a bit.”

Kaylee shrugs. “I have it on a workout regimen,” she says. “It'll get back into shape soon enough. Besides, older just means it has more fantasies that it's been hiding from for a lot longer, more desires that have festered inside. It made the thing more tractable.”

Alecia nods and watches a bit of television. Eventually, Denise switches feet and then begins pushing her foot in and out of the slave's mouth, face fucking it with her foot. The slave makes choking noises, which eventually stops the thrusts.

“Is this your only one?” Alecia asks when Denise finally puts her feet down.

“How do I get one?” Denise is panting, clearly turned on. “I want one.”

Kaylee and Alecia shift in their seats, taking their feet off the slave. Kaylee puts her beer bottle on the slave's back, watching it twitch from the cold, waiting for it to spill so that she can punish it. But the slave has learned, and it doesn't twitch. Not even when Alecia adds her beer to the slave table.

“I have my slaves recruit for me,” Alecia says. “I like having a different slave for every occasion.”

“How many do you have?” Denise's eyes are wide, and she leans forward.

Alecia leans back on the couch and looks up at the ceiling, as if counting. “Eight,” she says. “Just the eight.”

Kaylee laughs.

“What for?”

Alecia starts counting off on her fingers. “Well, there's the one who works as my toilet on weekends,” she says. “Then I have a pain slut for when I'm in a bad mood, a bootlicker to keep my shoes nice and shiny, arm candy to take me out on expensive dates or to convince my parents that everything is going well. Then there's my work toilet, my mouth dildo, my peg slut, and my maid.”

“Your maid is your slave?”

She nods. “Yeah. He looks really silly in the uniform, too. You should come over and laugh at him with me some time.”

Kaylee laughs again. “How do you keep them all straight?”

"Who says I keep them straight? It's fun making a straight man suck cock for me." Alecia smiles. Kaylee laughs.

“And what's a peg slut?”

“A peg slut is a boy who shows up at my apartment every day at the same time. He comes in, pulls down his pants, and bends over the arm of the couch. I then fuck him with a strap on until I get tired. If he cums, he licks it up. Then he leaves. We've been doing it long enough that I don't even remember his name.”

“You don't know his name?”

“Why should she?” Kaylee asks. “He's not there to talk.”

“Wow.” Denise leans back, one hand resting on the zipper of her jeans. “Do you have others, Kaylee?”

Kaylee shakes her head. “One is enough for me,” she says. She takes a sip of her beer and puts the bottle back on her slave. “It serves whatever purpose I have for it, so I don't need more than one.”

Alecia shrugs. “To each her own,” she says. Then she smiles at Denise. “I'll find you one if you want. I just need to know what you want.”

Denise looks down at the slave on the floor, then back at her friends. She blushes, then leans forward, the toes of her feet pressing into the carpet. “I want one,” she says. “I think.”

Kaylee and Alecia share a knowing glance. “There's nothing wrong with wanting to be a slave,” Kaylee says.

“I don't want to be a slave,” Denise's voice breaks as she talks, and she turns bright red.

Alecia laughs. “It's okay, honey,” she says. “Why don't we get you one, just for a while, and then you can decide if you want to keep it, or if you want to join it.”

She stands up and turns to Kaylee. “We should get going.” She snaps her fingers, and Denise leaps to her feet. Alecia winks at Kaylee. “Before we go, though, I think I owe your slave a trample.”

Kaylee takes the beers from her slave. “On your back, slut,” she says. The slave obediently lays on its back, hands at its side.

Alecia uses Denise's shoulder for balance as she steps first one foot then the other up onto the slave. She twists a bit, grinding her heel into the flesh of the slave's breasts. The stilettos don't pierce the skin, but from the squirms, groans of pain, and the looking of the flesh twisting, it's pretty clear that the slave will have two very clear, very large bruises from this punishment.

Alecia steps off with a smile on her face. She turns to Denise. “Come on,” she says. “I need to call my pain slut. I'll introduce you.” then she blows Kaylee a kiss. “Ta ta.”

“Later,” Kaylee says, knowing she's only talking to Alecia. Next time she sees Denise, Kaylee is pretty sure it will be with a collar around Denise's neck.

Kaylee takes the beers over to the actual table. She sits back, trusting her slave to be there to take her weight. And it is there, knowing its duties. Kaylee sits on its back and finishes the beer, still watching television and paying no attention to the whimpers of pain underneath her.

When she finally finishes, she hooks a leash to the collar and takes her slave upstairs, to her mother's bedroom. Once the door is closed, she gets the key, unlocks the collar, and helps her slave take off the mask.

“I don't think I want to do this anymore, Kaylee,” her mother says, shaking out her hair.

Kaylee shakes her head. “You keep saying that, mom.” She walks into the closet to grab the uniform for her mother. “Yet you keep coming back.”

“I'm your mother. I'm supposed to be the one in charge.”

“If that were true, you wouldn't have agreed to this,” Kaylee says. “And besides, it's too late now.”

“What do you mean?”

Find out in Book Two