Tlin! Tlin! Tlin!
Derek heard the bell calling him, stopped cleaning and started to walk towards the sound. It wasn't an easy task due to the restraints around his body. Technically speaking, he was wearing almost nothing, but considering the weight of his accessories he could as well as be inside an astronaut suit.
He could feel at every step the heavy shackles around his ankles, connected by a short chain of a feet and a half long. There was an additional set of shackles around his knees with a shorter chain. Both restrictions made the simple fact of walking a challenge, particularly considering the 4-inch stiletto heels locked around his feet. However, Derek knew this combination was a pragmatic approach for he had already be forced to use shorter chains and higher heels. The current setup was intended to make a more efficient servant of him and he wouldn't risk it with any complain.
Not that he could say much anyway. The masters rarely allowed him to talk and in the meantime he always carried some kind of gag. At this moment he could feel the silicone of the cock gag deepthroating him. It was very invasive but he had to admit that compared with the way bigger one plugged in his butt, he could feel fortunate that this one allowed him to swallow his own saliva.
It is incredible how things can change in such a short time. Less than a year ago he was happily living the dream with Janice and enjoying their marriage, and now both of them were trapped in this servitude. Their masters were merciless and knew exactly how to conduct them through their slavery. In fact, Derek feared that he could eventually be comfortable with such submission.
As he tried to rush, he went into a corridor with a mirror at the end. Masters had multiple mirrors all over the mansion. Derek was pretty sure the reason was to allow their slaves to see themselves and make them more aware and familiar with their situation. The collar around his neck forced him to look always ahead so he had no option but to see himself struggling as he walked.
It was humilliating. He hated the fuckdoll look he had. He was wearing some joke of a maid uniform with a too short skirt with a metal belt around his hip and a tight top. The belt was full of little rings one of which was connected to his wrists by a chain and avoided him from moving freely the hands. On the other side, the top was actually a corset that forced his body to some feminine shape. He even looked like he had small breasts. However that could also be consequence of the hormones that the masters were feeding him with. It had been already three months and he was sure the effects were already becoming appreciable.
To complete the look, he had a rabbit-ears hairband, white gloves, stockings and the 4-inch heels, which were secured with a padlock. He could also notice the shine of the metal cage under the skirt. The chastity belt was dancing lightly between his legs as he walked.
Maybe that was the worst part of all. Surely he hated the punishments. He couldn't stand to see her wife being humilliated or violated. He wanted to fight and run away every time his masters commanded him something and he was forced to be polite attentive and submissive. But the thing he desired more, over safety, pride, or freedom was the pleasure around his cock.
He reached the end of the hall and turned towards the living room. He could already see his mistress laying on a couch with her legs over a crawling slave while enjoying a drink. That was one of the many commodities-slaves they had at their service. Over time Derek had developed some strange pride knowing that Janice and him were over those slaves as those were used merely as furniture.
This one in particular was encased in a leather suit that forced him into that position and he had never been out of it. He couldn't even see, just crawl slowly guided by a leash. The only time he was a bit more free was every two days when another slave (neither Derek nor Janice, they were not responsible of such tasks) connected him to a machine for some hours to be fed and do his businesses. To be fair the suit was briefly removed twice a month to clean both suit and slave, but in those occasions he was sedated and woke up again properly suited. Derek couldn't imagine what it would be to be reduced to such thing...
- Hurry up, piggie! You're so slow... Come on! I have a nice surprise for you!
Derek forced his way as he remembered the first time he had met his mistress.
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At that time, Derek and Janice Collins had been a lovely couple for several years now. They met during college and got married soon after their graduation. As soon as both had a job they bought a house in a residential neighborhood and started to talk about having children. Although they had not have any luck with that so far, they weren't hurried. It had already been three years as husband and wife and their passion for each other could not be higher. Both of them felt very fortunate to have each other and they felt very happy the way their life was going.
The arrival of the Morrisons changed that forever. They moved in at an enormous mansion at the end of the neighborhood that had been unhabitated for some decades. At their arrival they put on their own welcoming party and invited everyone around, included the Collins.
Derek and Janice arrived at the party half an hour earlier than required but it was already full of people as everyone was curious about knowing the Morrisons. As they passed through the garden into the party area, an stunning woman in a red dress and high heels approached towards them. She had a long black hair which moved with the swaying of her body while she walked. She presented herself as Martha Morrison and welcomed them. She only stayed with them some minutes while indicated them where everything were. She told very little about herself but showed very interested in them. After a very short time, she had to go to know more guests.
The party went very well and both Derek and Janice had a lot of fun. However they didn't have another chance to speak to Martha. Josh Morrison, her husband, had only be with them some seconds while getting into a conversation but he also didn't talk too much about himself. He was wearing some casual yet elegant clothes. Even though he had grey hair both Derek and Janice agreed that he should have around forty years old.
They left early the party and got home quite happy and dizzy. They enjoyed a lovely sex together and got asleep drunk.
Later that night, after all of the guests left the party, and the service was cleaning the mess, Martha and Josh went into one of the multiple halls in the mansion. They were taking a drink and talking about the guests. Josh had met much more people as he moved faster from one group to another.
- I have a couple of good options as main targets, my dear, but we should have an additional contact to be sure. I've also taken note of three or four for auxiliary tasks.
Martha was much more dedicated with each group so she didn't meet everyone but she was more certain about them
- Yeah? Hell of a night for you, I've only got one. However I'm pretty sure they are the ones. I think they are perfect...
- Really? How is that, tell me about them.
- Well, for starters they are lovely, ha ha ha. However, I've noticed both of them are quite too much gentle and insecure. I'm sure we can force submissive urges in them.
- Mmhh... It's great to have some action again, don't you think?
- Yes, I've for sure missed this part. I've also known two for auxiliary. I made them sweat as I pleased. I will start on them tomorrow. Tell me a bit about yours.
- No, no, I think we should focus on your couple, my options are not as good as you make them sound. My auxiliary of course are a whole different thing. I will start of them tomorrow too.
- I can't wait to start with all of them. It is making me wet only to think about it.
