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The Slave At Home

Part 5

MD 5

       CH 12





	Rose was at her desk one morning when Mister Richards called her to his
office. A gentleman was with him, and stood when she entered.

	"Mrs. Rhodes, this is my friend Ed Herriman," the master told her.
Herriman smiled and offered his hand. She smiled as they shook hands.

	"I'm pleased to meet you," she said.

	"Actually, we've already met," Herriman said. "But we weren't formally
introduced at the time."

	"Oh?"

	"Yes. I had the pleasure of your company two nights ago, at a party."

	Two nights earlier she had been tortured by the master and his guests.

	"Forgive me for not remembering you," she said. "But I was blindfolded
that evening."

	"And you were kept busy, as I recall," he said.

	She smiled, and her pussy tingled at the memory of a very erotic
evening. She had been whipped and tortured and fucked by  several men. She
recalled one in particular who fucked her repeatedly. She wondered if Herriman
was that man

	"Ed is a professional photographer," the master told her. "He wants to
photograph you."

	"Really?" she was surprised. "What sort of photographs?"

	"Bondage, S and M," Herriman answered.

	"Hard core?"

	"Probably not," he said. "I rarely do that."

	"Too bad."

	"Ed specializes in bondage photography and his work has been published
in many magazines," the master told her."

	Herriman opened a briefcase and took out several magazines. "This is
some of my work," he said, handing them to her.

	Rose opened the first and felt an instant sexual arousal. The pages were
filled with pictures of  bound women. In many pictures the women were solo, in
others they were shown dominated by other women.

	"There is a lot of lesbianism," she commented.

	"Is that a problem?" Herriman asked.

	"No," she said simply.

	"Ed and I have discussed this at length," the master told her.
"Including your fees,"

	"You have a good agent," Herriman laughed. "He plays hardball when he
negotiates. You are going to make a lot of money."

	"If she agrees to do it," the master said. He turned to Rose. "I've
given my permission, but only if you accept. This matter requires your consent."

	"I thought I gave my consent to obey you when you bought me," she said.
"I'll do what you want."

	"Jesus! You are a lucky son of a gun," Herriman said to the master.

	The master smiled proudly.

	"Nevertheless, there are factors to consider," he told Rose. "It could
be embarrassing if your pictures were recognized by friends or family."

	She waved her hand dismissively. "That doesn't concern me," she said.
"I'm not ashamed of what I am, but it concerns me that it might compromise my
position as your assistant."

	"We can see to it that you would not be recognized," Herriman said.
"Although I hate to cover your face, I can always have you wear blindfolds or
bondage hoods. We could even bring in a good makeup artists and change your
looks enough that people wouldn't recognize you."

	"What happens at the photo sessions?" she asked. "Are other people
present, or is it just you and I alone?"

 	"There will be people present," Herriman said. "I have a couple of
assistants and a makeup girl. Don't worry, you'll be safe."

	"I wasn't worried about being safe," she said, crossing her legs. "I was
just curious."

	"If you're concerned about having too many people watch, I can reduce
the number who will be there."

	She shook her head. "I lost my inhibitions long ago," she said. "Slavery
is actually quite liberating. The more people present, the merrier."

	



	Rose arrived for her first photo shoot at Herriman's studio. Her husband
drove her in the limo. A pretty receptionist greeted her and showed her to a
dressing room.

	"My name is Angie. I'll be taking care of you. The makeup girl will be
here in ten minutes. You can hang your clothes in the closet and take a shower
if you want."

	"Thanks, but I showered before leaving the house."

	Rose had provided her clothing sizes several days in advance, and Angie
had bought several sets of underwear and stockings. They were laid out in the
dressing room. Angie showed Rose a wardrobe filled with erotic costumes, garter
belts and shoes, and a prop room containing whips, chains, cuffs and collars.
Rose's nipples perked up at the sight.

	"You might want to undress and slip into a robe," the assistant
suggested. "So the makeup doesn't get on your clothes."

	Rose slipped her dress over her head. "Can you unhook my bra?"



	The makeup girl arrived and began working on Rose's face. She introduced
herself as Beth.

       Scott wandered around the studio until Angie gave him a cup of coffee and
showed him to a chair out of everyone's way. He watched as two men set up lights
and tripods. One of them entered the prop room and emerged carrying an armload
of restraint devices. He spread them on a table. Scott felt a twinge of jealousy
when he realized that he wouldn't be the one buckling them onto his wife.

       Ed Herriman arrived. He nodded distantly to Scott and walked into Rose's
dressing room. She was seated in a barber chair, her head on the back rest as
the makeup girl worked.

       "I'm going to start with a simple set up," Herriman told Rose. "You'll
start out in panties and bra and I'll shoot a roll or two of you in different
poses, Then we'll put you in handcuffs and add more things until you are tightly
chained up."

       "Mmm, sounds nice," Rose said.

       "Then we'll change your outfit and do a scenario with you in cuffs and a
collar."

       "Do I get to be naked?" she asked.

       "Yes, in fact, we'll remove your undies as we go. I think I'll have you
end up nude by the end of each scenario."

       "Excellent."

       "Depending on how fast the first shoot goes, we might put you in some
very stringent positions on a pole."

       "Just a pole?" she asked.

	"Don't worry, I don't think you'll be bored," he said with a smile. "I
can be a bit creative with a simple pole." He walked out of the dressing room.

	"That's for sure," Angie said.

	"What's that?" Rose asked.

	"The boss can tie a girl to a pole in ways she never dreamed possible,"
Angie said. "Lots of very sexy ways."

	The makeup girl nodded in agreement.

	"Does he tie you up?" Rose asked Angie.

	"Um hmm."

	Rose looked up at Beth, She blushed and nodded too.

	"Is it true that you are a slave twenty four seven?" Beth asked.

	"Yes, but not the way you think." Rose answered.

	"What do you mean?"

	"I'm a slave to my master, but I still live at home with my husband. I
just serve the master when he calls for me."

	"Why don't you live with him?"

	"We've discussed it," Rose said. "He has a dungeon in his house where I
could live, but we haven't made that decision yet."

	"Would you want to live in a dungeon?" Angie asked.

	"Absolutely."

	"Wouldn't you get bored locked up between sessions?"

	"I doubt it," Rose said. "The master lets his staff use me so I think
between him, his guests, and the staff, I'd have men fucking me around the
clock."

	Beth dropped her makeup brush. She blushed and picked it up. "Sorry."
She took several deep breaths, then went back to work.

	After the makeup, Beth put a luxurious red wig on Rose. She went to
pains to make it fit properly and to look natural. Rose was delighted when she
saw herself in the mirror.



	When Beth was finished, Rose slipped out of the robe and walked out to
the studio. She stood naked as Herriman introduced her to his male assistants.
Scott watched as everyone gathered round her. She stood  naked amidst them
unembarrassed. Angie brought her a pair of black lace panties and matching bra.
A matching lace opera mask completed her ensemble.

	Herriman had her pose without any restraints. She posed with her legs
apart, in a chair, bending over, kneeling, smiling at the camera, pouting,
touching herself. Rose loved it. Even though the first few rolls of film only
showed her in cheesecake poses, she was excited. The crew watched approvingly as
she posed, she was uninhibited and her sincere enjoyment showed.

	Herriman then told one of the men to put handcuffs on Rose's wrists. She
wriggled and bent and knelt as Herriman took pictures. A set of manacles was
added to her ankles, and that familiar sweet excitement began to build in her
pussy. More chains were added, and Herriman told one of the men to remove her
bra. He did and pinched her nipples in the process. She smiled sweetly at him.

	After a few more rolls of film Rose lost her panties. This time the
other male assistant did the honors and took a few liberties with her pussy.
Scott shifted uncomfortably in his chair, although he had seen many men touch
his wife, he still squirmed.

	When Herriman announced the first shoot was finished, everyone took a
break. Angie stood by with a robe while the assistants removed Rose's chains.
When they got to her hand cuffs she walked away before they could unlock them.
Angie followed her to the dressing room. Rose sat in the chair so Beth could
repair the damages to her makeup.

	"Don't you want those handcuffs off?" Beth asked.

	"Nope. I like wearing them," Rose said.

	"Oh."



	Scott watched as the backdrop was changed and alterations to the
lighting were made. The assistants pried up a small metal plate in the floor,
which exposed a threaded hole several inches deep. They brought out a highly
polished wooden pole. It had a threaded metal rod in its base and they screwed
the pole into the floor. The top of the pole fit into a receptacle in the
ceiling and when they finished the pole was firm and stable.

	Rose emerged from the dressing room and stood naked at the prop table
while Herriman and his people discussed which leather restraints to use on her.
Most of the items were black leather, but a few were colored and some even were
jeweled. She stood patiently as they tried different ones on her. She giggled
when it became obvious that one of the assistants was taking a good look at her
pussy each time he knelt to buckle a cuff on her ankle.

	Finally Herriman made his choice, simple black leather with a full face
hood. Her handcuffs were removed and her wrists were locked behind her with the
leather cuffs. The photography resumed. She posed much as before, and he shot
several rolls of film when something occurred to her.

	"I thought you wanted me in panties and a bra to start out," she said,
her voice muffled by the hood.

	Herriman looked surprised, then laughed and shrugged. "Too late now."



	Rose enjoyed wearing the hood. Although it was hot, and slightly hard to
breath in, it made her fell deliciously helpless. She obeyed Herriman's
instructions as best she could, but at times someone had to move her into
position. She thrilled each time a hand touched her.

	She heard Herriman tell the assistants it was time to put her on the
pole. Hands grasped her arms and walked her backwards. She felt the pole against
her back. Her hands were unlocked, then refastened behind the pole. Herriman
told her to move and wriggle and try to escape. She heard the shutter clicking
while she strained against her bonds. That was fun and exciting. Then her ankles
were tied to the pole and more pictures taken. Straps and ropes increased her
helplessness until she was immobilized. Each time another strap was added, the
assistants got in a quick feel somewhere on her body. She liked that very much.

	Herriman told the assistants to release her. She felt her arms lifted
until her wrists were secured to a hook high up. A few shots, then a spreader
was locked between her legs. Who ever put it there grew bold and patted her
pussy.

	"Thank you," she said, muffled under her hood. She was rewarded by
another pat.

        Again her bonds were increased until she was immobile. When she was
released from that pose Herriman's voice was close to her ear.

	"Are you ready for something more painful?"

	"I haven't had anything painful yet," she said. "But its about time."

	Someone placed a box at her feet and told her to step up onto it. Hands
steadied her. Her wrists were hooked to another hook higher up on the pole.
Herriman told her to step off the box.

	Her shoulders were wrenched as they took her weight. She squeaked in
surprise and pain, but immediately felt her pussy grow hot. She hung against the
pole waiting instructions.

	The shutter snapped, then Herriman told her to kick and flail her legs. 
She writhed and kicked and laughed in the hood. She was panting soon, from
exertion and arousal. She was perspiring under the hot lights. Someone patted
her body with a towel, it felt wonderful.

	Herriman asked if she was ok. She nodded vigorously. He told the
assistants to get her legs. Hands grasped her ankles and bent them up and behind
the post. She heard clicks as her ankles were locked to a hook behind the pole.
After a few shots, straps were buckled around her knees and clipped to hooks on
the walls. Her legs were pulled wide apart, and she felt very vulnerable and
sexy.

	Herriman continually asked Rose if she was all right, and needed a
break. She shook her head each time. Finally her husband spoke up.

	"You don't have to worry about harming her," he said from his corner.
"The worse it hurts, the better she likes it." The bitterness in his voice was
evident.

	Everyone turned and looked at him, then turned back to Rose. She was
nodding her head in agreement.

	"And you might as well break out some whips," Scott said. "That way you
can get pictures of her having orgasms."

	Herriman stared at Scott for a moment, then nodded to one of his
assistants. The man ran to the prop room and brought out several whips. Herriman
pointed to Rose and the man smacked her breasts with a whip. She tensed up, then
relaxed. Her head rolled slowly to the side and a sigh of contentment was
audible through her hood. 

	Herriman looked at her husband, who was staring at Rose. Scott turned
away and lowered his eyes.

	"You can whip her half to death," he muttered. "It'll just make her
come."

	Herriman told his assistants to whip Rose, but posed them so that their
faces never showed in the photos. Rose squealed when the whips struck, but grew
impatient during the pauses when Herriman moved the camera and reposed the men.

	Her husband retreated deeper into the shadowy corner.



	Herriman had planned the shoot to last four hours. It went seven. The
assistants whipped Rose until she orgasmed several times.  She lapsed into a
state of semi conscious bliss. Herriman, worried that she had fainted, took her
down and removed her hood. His staff crowded round and peered at her anxiously.
She opened her eyes and stretched contentedly.

	"What's next?" she asked.

	"We're finished," Herriman told her.

	"So soon?"

	She struggled to her feet and examined the whip marks on her body.
"Whoever did this, thanks," she said and walked to the dressing room. They
watched her in awed silence.

	Angie came in as Rose was stepping into the shower. "I thought I'd see
if you needed anything," she said to Rose.

        "You could rub some lotion on my back when I get out," Rose said. "I
brought some that's good for bruises."

       "Ok. Shall I wait outside?"

       "No need, unless you don't want to watch a woman shower," Rose said.

       "I don't mind," Angie said."

       "You told me you've been tied up?" Rose asked.

       "Yes."

       "Do you get tortured too, or just tied up?"

       "Just bondage," Angie said. "So far."

       "Um hm. Well, I don't know how long you've been doing this," Rose said.
"But its like drugs. You may start out small, but you progress deeper and deeper
until you are doing the heavy stuff."

       "I know," Angie said. "I've thought about being whipped."

       "What about Beth? Is she hard core into the bondage scene?"

       "Not hard core, not like you are," Angie said.

       "Have you two been tied together?"

       "No, but Ed has talked about having us do a shoot together."

       "Are you bi sexual?" Rose asked.

       Angie shrugged. "I've never done anything with a woman, but I've wondered
what it would be like. Have you?"

       "Yes, with a couple of college girls."

       "Did you like it?"

       "Yes."

       "Have you modeled in bondage?" Rose asked.

       "Yeah,  but nothing like what you just did," Angie said admiringly.
"Today was pretty wild," Angie said.

       "Today was nothing," Rose said. "It was like play acting."

       Angie's mouth dropped open. "But you've got marks all over your body.
They even whipped you between your legs."

       "Kid stuff. My master lets his sadistic butler cane me on my pussy. He
hits so hard that I pass out, but I don't know if its the pain or the passion
that knocks me out. Whatever it is, I like it."

       "My God."

      

       Herriman called Rose a week later and told her the proofs were ready, and
invited her to the studio to see them. She went alone, and was delighted when
she found that he was alone in the building. She looked over the pictures and
selected some for herself. She asked Herriman for two sets. She wanted to send a
set to Cathy.

       "What about my master?" she asked. "I presume you will provide him with a
set too?"

       "Framed and signed," Herriman said. "A very special edition of your
pictures."

       "That will be nice," she said.

       "And here is your check," he said. "You've earned every penny."

       The check was for a large sum, more than had been agreed upon. "This is
too much," she said.

       "No, I've already sold the photos to a publisher. He paid more than
normal for this set, and wants to buy the rights to anything else you model
for."

       "How nice," she said.

       "I think you have just embarked on what might turn out to be a very
lucrative modeling career," Herriman told her.

       "Splendid, but I want to re negotiate my contract," Rose said.

       "You want more money?"

       "Nope. But I want to go hard core," she said. "I want a cock inside me
while I'm tied up, preferably more than one, and we need to find someone who
knows how to use a whip properly."

       "Well, I suppose, , ," Herriman started to say.

       "And another thing," Rose said. "That girl who works for you is cute. Why
don't you ask her if she would like to pose with me. You could tie us together
with our mouths on each other's pussies."

       "I'm not sure Angie would go along with something like that," he said.

       "Yes she will," Rose said confidently. "I saw it in her eyes."

       She stood and began unbuttoning her blouse.

       "What are you  doing?" he asked. 

       "I think you should tie me to that pole again," she said. "And this time
use the whip like you mean it."

      

       Cathy was delighted to hear of Rose's modeling, and when the pictures
were published a few months later she ran out to a porn shop near the college
and bought several copies of the magazine. Sue came in and found Cathy lying
naked on her bed, playing with her pussy and staring at her mother's pictures.

      

      

      

       CH 14

      

      

       Cathy came home from school one Friday and found her mother wearing a
white patent leather corset , matching shoes and cuffs and a high collar. Her
hair was piled high on her head and she wore rhinestone earrings. The corset
left her breasts bare and she wore a skimpy white sequined pair of panties.

       "Wow Mom, you look fantastic." Cathy said. "You must be going to the
master's tonight."

       "No, I just like wearing corsets now," her mother said. "I've begun
wearing them around the house."

       "Really? What brought that on?"

       "The master loaned me to a couple for a weekend, and they dressed me in
this kind of outfit. I liked it so I bought several for myself. I discovered
that the corset and a high collar help my posture so I began wearing them at
home. Now I wear them all the time. I decided that I don't like slopping around
the house in an old sweat shirt and no makeup."

       "Well, you look wonderful," Cathy said. "Very sexy."

       Come on, I'll show you the other outfits."

       Cathy marveled at the corsets. They were all high gloss patent leather
and had matching cuffs, shoes and opera gloves. Rose showed her a set in black,
another in red, a third in gold and another in blue.

       "This must have cost a lot of money," Cathy said.

       "They weren't cheap," Rose admitted, "But with my modeling money, I can
afford them."

       Cathy nodded. "Can I wear one?"

       "Sure."

       Cathy dressed up in her mother's gold corset and cuffs. She even put on
the elbow length gloves. She admired herself in the mirror, then went down
stairs. At the bottom of the steps she bent and clipped a hobble between her
ankles. Rose was sipping a cup of tea, she smiled at her daughter.

       "How does it feel?" she asked.

       "Very sexy," Cathy said. "But I don't think I'd like to wear a corset all
day every day."

       Rose shrugged. "I guess its my masochistic nature," she said. "Being
uncomfortable in a corset is sexy, and I am getting used to wearing them."

       "Does the master like them?"

       "Oh yes. You should have seen the look on his face when your father
delivered me wearing the red outfit."

       "What does daddy think about you wearing corsets all day?"

       "He doesn't admit it, but it excites him," Rose said. "I catch him
sneaking looks at me all the time. He slips away to the bathroom and
masturbates, like a teenage boy with dirty books. Its fun."

       "Has he seen your magazine?"

       "Yes, he has one hidden in the basement. He thinks I don't know that he
masturbates looking at my pictures."

       "Mom, you are terrible," Cathy giggled.

       "And speaking of your father, he'll be home soon," Rose said. "If you are
going to wear that outfit, then go put some panties on."

       "Mom, its not like Dad hasn't seen my pussy often enough," Cathy said.

       "I know, but you should show a little regard for his feelings."

       "Ok, but can I wear a pussy chain under my panties?"

       "All right."

      

       "I didn't think the master would loan you to anyone again, after that
horrid Mr. Sowell kidnapped you," Cathy said, after putting on panties.

       "He knows these people very  well and trusts them," Rose said.

       "Tell me all about it," Cathy said.

      

       "The master had your father deliver me to a penthouse in a high rise
apartment building. The people were from Belgium, a man and his wife. When I
arrived they undressed me and made me take a bath."

       "Why a bath?"

       "They wore latex body suits," Rose said. "They put me in a tub and washed
my body all over."

       "Oh, that sounds nice," Cathy said.

       "Yes, and when I was finished the lady had me sit naked at a dressing
table and she did my hair and makeup while he watched."

       "Were you tied up?"

       "Just handcuffs," Rose said. "Then they put me in a corset outfit and led
me around the place on a leash."

       "Then what?"

       "That was it, pretty much," Rose said.

       "What, no  spanking or whipping?"

       "A little spanking," Rose said. "But it was gentle, and I was ordered to
suck the man while she watched."

       "Is that all?"

       Her mother nodded. "I spent the weekend being changed into different
outfits and walking around like a model in a fashion show. They even put panties
on me occasionally. Sometimes I was told to just stand still while they read
books or watched television. The lady gave me orders in French, which I didn't
understand, so she would slap my butt a few times with a riding crop, but I
never was really whipped or fucked."

       "That sounds boring,"

       "Very boring. I realized they were more into costumes than sex. The lady
wore a few sexy outfits herself, and I had to help her dress, like I was her
wardrobe maid. And she would take baths while I attended to her and her husband
watched, but I didn't even have to wash her, I just knelt beside the tub holding
a stack of folded towels."

       "She didn't make you eat her pussy?"

       "Nope, not once."

       "Where did you sleep?"

       "In a spare bedroom by myself. I wasn't even tied up at night."

       "It sounds like they wanted a doll, not a slave," Cathy said.

       "That's a good way to put it," her mother agreed. "I was a live dress up
doll for them. I was so bored that I considered calling your father to come get
me."

       "Ooh, I don't think the master would have liked that," Cathy said.

       "Exactly, which is the only reason I stayed," Rose said. "I didn't want
to embarrass the master."

       "Of course, if you had, he might have given you to the butler to be
punished," Cathy said contemplatively.

       "I know," Rose laughed. "And after three nights of doing nothing but walk
around in sexy outfits, I was so horny that I'd have loved to get a good
caning."

       "A slave's life can be hard," her daughter laughed.

       "I don't mind being a slave," Rose said. "I just don't want to be bored.
The only good thing about that weekend was I discovered that I like the corsets
and their accessories."

       "So do you really get up every day, do your hair and makeup, and get
dressed in patent leather corsets, then just wear them around the house?" Cathy
asked.

       "Yes, it makes me feel very sexy," her mother said. "I even wear corsets
under my clothes at work."

       "Wow."



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