Kassie's Service (7 page)

“Yes,” she begged. “Please…”

Joseph laughed at her and pushed his hard cock into her
waiting cunt. It didn’t strike her at the moment, but considering how easily he
had gotten hard, seeing her in this position being used as little more than a
dairy cow excited him as well. The fucking she received was especially good or
long but it was satisfying. When he came his spunk was hot and burning in her
pussy; that was enough to make her climax.

“Stay there,” he told her after pulling and leaving the
bedroom. There was nowhere for her to go. The pump was still working its magic
on her tits and she was so satisfied and relaxed.

When Joseph returned his clothes were back in place and
he turned off the pump much to her disappointment. “Get up, clean yourself,
meet me in the front hall.”

He was still casually dressed when she presented herself
wearing just her g-string. Over the days she had become accustomed to the tiny
slip of fabric and it almost felt natural now. Joseph was holding her cardboard
box. “Leave your uniform on, put on your pants, shirt and shoes.”

When they left the house they looked like a normal couple,
or so Kassie guessed. Her breasts were still sore, but she couldn’t tell if
that was from the pump or yesterday’s clamping episode. She wasn’t wearing a
bra; not that she needed one all the time but it felt wrong to be outside
without one after all she had been through.

“Where are we going?” she asked once they set out in his
car. He seemed much more relaxed than the day they went to the meetings at the
hotel.

“You’ll know that when we get there,” he told her. When
he turned on the radio she expected to hear music, probably classical, maybe
some older rock. Instead she was forced to listen to a news program on NPR.
There were things she was certain she would never understand about Joseph.

She wasn’t that surprised when twenty minutes later they
parked on a downtown street and he walked her into a tattoo parlor. In the back
of her mind she knew this had been coming. The parlor was nice, clean and the
woman at the front counter met her and Joseph with a smile. She had more facial
piercings than Kassie preferred to count. No facial tattoos but her arms,
shoulder, and other bits of exposed skin were covered in ink. “Back with a new
one?” she asked Kassie’s dom.

“Yes. Are we too early?”

“No, you’re Dog-Bone’s first client of the day.”

He dragged Kassie around the counter and led her into the
back of the store to a semi-private space. “Take off your pants and lay down on
the table,” Joseph instructed. “Bone will be here shortly and there’s no reason
to waste time.”

Kassie removed her pants, leaving on her g-string and
laid face down on the padded table that she swore was taken from a doctor’s
office. “I’m not sure if I want to do this,” she said.

Joseph removed a folded piece of paper from his pocket
and placed it next to her rump. “I’m not really interested in what you want to
do,” he said casually. “If you want to continue working for me, you’ll get the
tattoo.”

“Now that’s a nice piece of ass,” a man’s voice said as
he rounded the corner to where she and Joseph were semi-hidden behind a pair of
screen. “Where’d you find her?”

“Does it matter, Dog-Bone?” Joseph answered and greeted
the tattoo artist with a handshake.

Kassie hadn’t been too sure what to expect of the artist,
but certainly not
this.
He looked so young, almost her age. She expected
him to have tattoos and piercings. All she could see was one simple student in
his earlobe and a small bit of ink peeking out beneath the sleeve to his
t-shirt emblazoned with a Doctor Who logo. His hair was a bit shaggy and he
wore jeans. Other than that he looked sweet and innocent and normal. She was
sure looks were deceiving.

“Is she ready to go?”

“Yes.”

“I just need to check her ID.”

Joseph picked up Kassie’s purse from the floor, extracted
her wallet, and then her driver’s license. Bone glanced at it and handed it
back over.

“I don’t know how you do it, man,” he said to Joseph.
“All the beautiful women you bring in here, all wanting to serve you.” He shook
his head and began the preparations to tattoo Kassie’s ass.

“Years of practice.”

“I could never get girls like this in high school or
college.”

Kassie found that odd because Dog-Bone was cute. She
would happily have sex with him.

“I can help you out if you want.”

“Naw, I’ve been dating Darlene for a year now. I get
enough thrills piercing and tattooing women. I don’t need any outside tail.”

When he set the needle to Kassie’s skin, she found it no
more offensive than any pain she had endured earlier in her life. It didn’t
take terribly long for him to outline the design that Joseph had supplied and
then he set to work filling it in with a muted colors.

“She’s got great skin.” He glanced over at Joseph as he
worked. “Is it okay if I talk about her like she’s not here?” He seemed a bit
nervous.

“Of course. She’s my slave, my property. Most of them
like to be treated that way.”

“Cool.”

“Would you like to fuck her when you’re done?” Joseph
offered.

Dog-Bone chuckled. “Naw, thanks again for the offer
though.”

Kassie’s heart jumped when Joseph made the offer and she
realized she was excited to possibly have sex in front of her master with
another man. When the tattooist turned down the offer, she was slightly
crushed, as if she wasn’t good enough to have sex with.

“Does she know the aftercare instructions? Keeping it
clean and all that?”

“I’ll go over it with her. I can’t have you treating her
as a customer or an equal.”

“Right.”

The whole process took less than an hour. When he was
done Kassie looked over her shoulder at her bare right buttock, now permanently
inscribed with a design showing Joseph’s initials, the number eleven, and
ornate scrollwork of the type seen on medieval manuscripts. It was a circular
design no more than three inches in diameter.

She couldn’t help but smile at the ink now permanently
injected into her skin. Her pussy moistened at the idea that she truly was
Joseph’s property. A slave to do with as he wished. In some ways the tattoo was
more a violation of her than being forced to have sex. At the mere implication
of a suggestion of it Kassie would have rolled over and masturbated for the two
men. The offer was never made.

Dog-Bone smeared some ointment over her tender skin, then
placed a piece of plastic wrap over that, and then taped a piece of gauze over
the whole affair.

“Enjoy your new toy, Joseph,” Dog-Bone said when he was
done.

After she put her pants back on they went to the car.
Sitting down, even on the soft seat of Joseph’s sedan was a new shot of pain
that wasn’t at all exciting. The ride back to his house was excruciating. She
had hoped to slip into her car and simply go home to sleep off the ordeal.
Instead they went inside, had lunch—where Kassie stood in order to avoid
putting pressure on her newly tattooed ass—and then she was sent back to the
spare room for her afternoon pumping.

“I have work to do,” Joseph told her. “Spending the
morning with you was fun, but as a good slave you’ll need to learn to do things
on your own.” He pointed at the corner of the ceiling before he left the
pumping room. “You’ll see a small camera up there.” Kassie spotted the small
device, no bigger than a coffee cup, and wondered why it was there. “I have my
entire house wired so I can watch my slaves when I’m not home. If I leave you a
schedule I expect you to be in the right room at the right time doing the
correct activity.”

That explained how he knew what she and Joanie had been
up to. “Pump for twenty minutes and then you can get dressed and go home.”

On the way out of his house she carefully, but casually,
looked around and spotted some other cameras tucked away into discrete corners.
She wondered how many she had missed.

Chapter Four

His house was empty the next morning, but the key was in
the flower pot. Inside she found her instructions on the kitchen table next to
her own key for the house. Kassie was proud she didn’t squeal when she picked
up the key. Next to the key was a plain white pill bottle.

Today’s Schedule

9:00 – 9:30 Breast pumping

9:30 – 10:30 House cleaning: dishes, dusting, bathroom
cleaning

10:30 – 11:30 Exercise. Equipment in the gym in the
basement

11:30 – 12:30 Lunch

12:30 – 1:30 Free time

1:30 – 4:00 Turn on computer in study. Further
instructions at that point.

4:00 – 4:30 Breast pumping.

End of day.

Put the key on your ring. Do not lose it. Take two of the
lactation pills this morning. Take the bottle home with you. Tonight take one
and then take one every morning and every evening.

Easy enough, Kassie thought. She took two of the pills,
then put the bottle in her storage box. The key she attached to her ring inside
her purse. Then she headed for the pumping room.

It was easy to hook herself up to pump, though she wished
Joseph was there to fuck her while she pumped. She wondered if she was allowed
to masturbate while the cups worked their magic on her nipples, but opted not
to after glancing up at the camera that Joseph might be monitoring at that very
moment.

Cleaning included washing the breast pump even though she
hadn’t produced a drop of milk yet. She knew it would take weeks.

She wasn’t thrilled to be forced to exercise. It seemed
too much like gym class in high school. But she found a treadmill in the
basement along with a pair of sneakers that were exactly her size. Thirty
minutes of vigorous walking left her tired, but she added on some light
weightlifting on the other machines that filled his basement. She giggled at
every bobble of her breasts as she worked out. Did Joseph get off on watching
girls sweat?

She made lunch and her free time a leisurely affair where
she consumed the meal thoughtfully left behind for her and watched a movie on
his giant screen television.

Turning on the study computer promptly at 1:30 following
the instructions on a sticky not the first thing that came up was an instant
messenger screen. She waited a minute and then Joseph sent her a message.

The doorbell will ring in a few minutes. Give the man
who is at the door whatever he wants.

Before she could type a reply question a message came up.
*Joseph has disconnected.

“He couldn’t send me that message on my phone?” she asked
herself

The doorbell rang.

“Shit.”

Kassie scrambled through the house to the front door. It
was only because she caught sight of herself in the reflection from the smoky
glass sidelights of the door did she remember that she was naked. Or nearly
naked. The g-string was still in place. “Fuck.”

Presented with the doorbell and not any options Kassie
was reluctant to answer the door bare-titted as if she were a vamp from a
terrible porn flick. Then she remembered the robe that Joanie had hung in the
closet. It was still there. It wasn’t much; it barely hid her tits—her nipples
were erect and obvious under the material—but it was enough to pass for
modesty.

She opened the door. Outside was a man in a dress shirt,
khaki pants, and a tie. He looked harmless even as he looked her up and down.
“Hello,” he greeted her.

Kassie didn’t know what to say. “Hello,” came to her
lips.

“Joseph sent me,” he said. “My name’s Doug.”

“Hi,” she said unnecessarily. She wondered how much the
robe was actually hiding and how much she wanted to show.

They stared at each other a long moment. “Joseph said you
were going to invite me in?” he prompted her.

“Oh. Right. Please come in.” She stepped aside and tried
to remember the message from Joseph as she closed the door behind him. Oddly,
she wasn’t nervous or scared, but just puzzled. “Um, I think he said I was
supposed to give you whatever you asked for,” she said. “Did you come to pick
up something. A file or letter or something?” she asked.

It wasn’t that surprising that Kassie was clueless about
the situation. She had been Joseph’s slave for a very short time and wasn’t
used to the niceties of the role yet.

“Yes, that’s right.” Doug looked her up and down again.
“I want you.”

“What?” The words didn’t register with Kassie.

“I want to have sex with you. Joseph said you would say
yes. You’re very pretty and I think I’d enjoy it. Where’s the closest bedroom.”

“Um…up the stairs and to the right,” she replied
automatically. “I have to send Joseph a quick message. Wait for me up there.”

Kassie all but flew to the computer and tried to summon
Joseph back to the messenger program. It took a few tries but eventually he
came back on line.

His message didn’t waste any time.
Why are you making
Doug wait?

Kassie flexed her fingers over the keyboard and then
quickly replied.
I’m supposed to have sex with him?

Yes. That’s not a problem.
The second sentence
wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact.

What if he’s not safe or crazy or something?

I can see you and him on my security system. He’s a
nice man. He’s clean and safe. You are to have sex with him. You are my
property and will do as I order.

*Joseph has disconnected.

As Kassie walked slowly upstairs wondering how many men
and women she would be expected to have sex with over the next year. She wasn’t
sure if she was scared or excited at the prospect. When she walked into the
bedroom Doug was sitting on the bed, shirtless and shoeless. He was nice to
look at. Doug’s appearance was nothing special, plain, hardly noticeable beyond
his dark hair and blue eyes. “Take off the robe,” he said. “I want to see your
tits.”