A Good Business Day for the Boss
Boss woke up and yawned. He rubbed His cock under the sheets and grunted. As usual, His thick cock was engorged. Its throbbing, veiny length felt great in His hand and He groaned as He jerked Himself off a few times, but there was no need to bring Himself to climax. He had plenty of others who would achieve that for Him. Plus, He really needed to piss. He got up and walked into His bathroom to use His urinal. The current urinal was not really distinguishable from any of the others. That of course was His own design. The black rubber straightjacket was nice and thick, and would contain even the most frantic struggles. The space between the neck of the suit and the bottom of the urinal's chin was concealed beneath a nice black posture collar that forced the urinal's head to remain in just the right position for the Boss's use. The hood covering the urinal's face was featureless except for the mouth area which was a nice convenient funnel opening. Boss aimed His mighty veined monster at the opening and let rip with the night's worth of piss from His bladder, enjoying the frantic gulping noises that came from under the hood. Below the straight jacket was a large black plastic diaper cover, and under that, the urinal's cock and balls were secured by a steel chastity belt. The urinal had paid $500 to be the Boss's human toilet for the next 3 days. Aside from the Boss's supply of piss, he would be fed protein shakes at regular intervals. But for the 3 days allotted, he would be left chained in the straightjacket, kneeling on the pad kept in the bathroom for this exact reason. Boss leant down and checked the urinal's tag around his neck. On it was stamped a date about 7 months from now. This must be one of His newer recruits He thought. they all started as a urinal. Before they got this position, they had to buy their chastity belt as the Boss dictated. they didn't know that they would really be under lock and key for a year, and then after that trained for their new role. This one had "C" after the date, so in 7 months' time He would start to train this urinal as one of His ca$h cows. Not that He wouldn't milk this slave of its ca$h really well for the next 12 months anyway, He chuckled to himself, thinking how this faceless urinal would one day lead a new life, though not one it would choose.
Boss showered and made His way into His kitchen. There the maid served Him His breakfast, her clean and starched French maid outfit curved around her midsection in a nice hourglass figure, helped by the rigid corset beneath it. her face concealed under a clear latex mask, though under the mask the whore-like makeup the Boss made her wear showed through slightly, and a nice thick wide gag inflated cruelly so that her cheeks bulged out. she had nice pretty ruby red lips painted on it, giving her the impression of having a happy, cheeky grin. she tottered over on her ballet boots. her smooth moves showed that she must have been in training for a while. The Boss would have to check her tag later and find out how long she had been in this training. her fluffy, frilly skirt was high enough that occasionally the glint of her chastity belt could be seen. He smiled as He thought about how long it would have been since she would have held her own penis. After urinal training there were a few pathways a slave could take: ca$h cow was what waited for the urinal in the bathroom at the moment, sissy was what had happened to the one in front of Him, and an example of the second last class was making its way over to the table on all fours right now, the dog. it stopped at the Boss's chair, its body hidden under a black rubber suit, its legs and arms bent up so that it made its way across the floor on its elbows and knees. The tail attached to the fat butt plug securely locked in by the Boss waggled, and the hooded head had a perpetually happy dog look. it obediently crawled under the table and the Boss scooted forward on His chair a little. He felt the dog slave's mouth swallow His mighty cock and He grunted in pleasure as He was blown under the table while enjoying the meal His sissy had prepared for Him. she must not have been able to raise enough money selling her body as a sissy whore out on the street. His sissy whores had to raise 400$ a fortnight if they wanted to avoid doing housework. Those were the reluctant ones. The ones who enjoyed this humiliation and torment had to pay an equal amount for their turn at it. So either the sissy bitch really loved being one, or she really hated it. The Boss didn't really care, as He made money off of them either way. If she really hated it, then that meant that somewhere on Boss's computer there was a file full of pictures of her in sissy gear and a list of addresses and phone numbers of people that the poor little sissy would DEFINETLY not want finding out about her little secret. The dog slaves where the ones that Boss decided were too difficult to get rid of when he was done using them. they had too many attachments, or the circumstances needed for them to disappear would require too much effort to be worth His time. After all, He couldn't be expected to put too much time and effort into lowly slaves, so they would be required to turn up whenever summoned as a dog for a number of days, while they paid off the $10,000 dollar price to earn release from their chastity belt over time. A well-stocked photo album and comprehensive list of names and numbers of people who would be very shocked to see them dressed as they were, being mounted by a real live dog, ensured that they obeyed. (And the Boss often hinted to His mutts that any dog that misbehaved may be neutered).
Once He finished His breakfast and the hungry dog under the table had finished its task, the dog was permitted to go over to its bowl and enjoy its breakfast that the maid had scooped in there. The Boss then went into His office. He heard the maid moving around in the kitchen, no doubt tidying up after breakfast. Then she would put the dog outside, where it could run around, trying to find the balls that Boss had hidden the night before. If it wanted to sleep inside it needed to find all 3, or else it would spend a cold night locked outside and chained up with a brick tied to its balls. it would probably not find the three balls, and the Boss chuckled to Himself as He thought about if the dog would manage to get one of the balls out of the tree He had placed it in.
He checked his emails and online chat messages, noting that soon one of the boys who were contributing to Him weekly was going to buy a chastity device soon. Boss smiled. He loved this part-- the potential slave not knowing that he would soon lose all control of his life, and then two or so years after the chastity device was locked on he would disappear, unless he was deemed to be a dog. There were a few slaves promising hefty contributions soon, and a few who had already contributed. He checked His Paypal account and confirmed these had gone through. He then sent a few messages here and there to encourage and remind the worthless faggots that it was their life's purpose to please Him, and that they should show their dedication to Him by buying themselves a chastity device. The last email was the one He had been looking for, and the one that pertained to the last class that a urinal fag could graduate to, worker. Apparently, one of the urinal fags had reached the stage when it was time for it to complete its training with Him, and it was now ready to disappear into its new life.
Boss rang the bell by his desk and soon the maid entered. He absently pointed over to the bookshelf where His cigars were kept near His computer and sat back and smirked. He always enjoyed planning His business events. The destination in question would also take Him close to another appointment He had been meaning to make, so it all lined up nicely for Him. The maid returned with a nice expensive fat cigar, an Asylum wide ring 70 x 7, resting in an ashtray that she handed to Boss. After she lit it for Him she gracefully knelt down on all fours beside His big black leather chair. Boss placed the ashtray on the sissy maid's back as He browsed online for some new purchases He could make with His upcoming cash influx. He wondered if He should find out which sissy slave the one His ashtray was resting on was. she seemed to be doing quite well, and it might do to hold onto her for a while, until a better one came along. Then she too could disappear.
Boss enjoyed His drive out to the country. It always felt good to get out of the city. The friend He was traveling to see was one He had made rather recently. Boss had provided a work slave for him which seemed to have worked out well. He felt He should try and sweeten the deal a little to make sure that He continued to have access to this gentleman's out of the way property. Then perhaps he could clean some of the mutts out of His kennel, particularly the ones who were dragging their metaphorical paws about paying off their key. The property in question was not that far out of the city but it was difficult to get too and secluded. Boss pulled up and exchanged pleasantries with the owner and then walked into the barn, where His worker waited. The worker was looking good and hard labor had molded his body well. From what the Boss could understand, this owner was particularly keen that any property he owned could not get undressed without his permission. The tall logger boots the worker wore were locked with a padlock at each of the 20 lace eyelets up each boot. These would keep the worker from removing the boots and from being able to take off the Levis that where basically molded to his muscular lower body. The chastity belt underneath added an interesting bulge to the jeans. A thick leather belt that was also padlocked, and a padlock through each button of the fly, meant that the pants could not be undone without the owner's permission either. The flannel shirt was open halfway to expose the workers tanned muscular chest, though there were no buttons on the shirt. The Boss noticed how muscular the slave had gotten in the 6 months he had started his training as a worker. Workers were sent out to be slave labor. The Boss paid a small fee, (well, small compared to what hiring such a worker would cost) and in return the employer fed and kept the worker in question while the worker provided physical labor, in other words, slave labor. The worker was well gagged and in an iron cage and he grunted frantically when he saw the Boss. Boss knelt down and said, "Now I hope you have been a good boy for your owner here. He has told me he is happy with you, so much so that he has decided to buy you. He now has the key to your device, though since I saw it last disappearing into the septic tank out the back there, I can't promise that he will be letting you out of it any time soon. Anyway boyo, I just wanted you to know that you don't need to worry about anyone looking for you, your constant work for Me has meant that you have obviously been losing touch with peeps, and I made a copy of your key a while ago. So when this kind gentleman told Me that he was interested in making the purchase, I organized for your unit to be cleaned out, and of course I took the liberty of emptying out your bank account as well. Now you have served Me well, you made Me a decent amount, not the most that any slave made Me but you served Me well. Thanks to you I made a reasonable amount of money. Now since no one knows where you are, you may want to behave for this gentleman, or he may decide to get rid of you... permanently." The slave was frantically grunting on its gag and shaking the cage as the Boss smiled and walked out of the barn. He shook hands with the owner and congratulated him on his purchase and informed him that he had some mutts on his hands that would be difficult to make vanish. A place to kennel them for a few months would be of great help, and of course what was a farm without dogs? The owner agreed that since he had a new farmhand to help around the place that maybe it was time to get building a kennel. Boss smiled as he drove off. The worker fag's account and property would deliver a nice little influx to His bank account. He guessed this meant that the next fag boy would be pegged as a worker once he was locked in and had served his urinal time. Not knowing that from the moment he locked that belt on that it would start a countdown into him disappearing into slave labor somewhere. The workers ended up in all kinds of jobs all over the place. Right at this moment, for example, a whole gang of them were busy down in the sewer, never to see the light of day again. But they had all served their purposes as their labor jobs had fattened Boss's wallet, and so eventually their property had been sold and their bank accounts emptied once an employer had decided to keep them.
On his way home Boss felt that he would stop in and see how one of His other little side ventures was going, plus it had been a while since He had been to the dairy, and He wanted to check up on His little cash cows and with the latest worker's assets He had a new computer to add to the collection there. The neighborhood that He drove through to get to the dairy was nothing impressive, mostly boarded up factory buildings and self-storage lots. Then He came to the heavily fenced building that was the dairy. A small sign over one of the doors proclaimed it as such. The Boss had managed to buy the building at a very reasonable rate and He fondly remembered the scene that had given him the necessary resources to purchase it. Two sissy slave fags had been strapped down to operating tables. A rich Indian businessman had purchased them, but had decided he wanted trans women. His doctor was standing nearby, ready to begin the procedure on the two sissies. The Boss had indicated that if they signed the deeds to their houses over to Him, he would consider replacing them with two other sissy slaves. The panicking sissies had signed the paperwork that he had placed within their reach without hesitation, thinking that would save them from being feminized and then shipped over to India. The Boss chuckled at the expressions on their faces after they had signed the deeds to their houses over to Him, knowing well that the doc would soon slip the anesthesia masks over their mouths and noses to begin their transformation. They slipped into unconsciousness as the Boss strode out of the room with the deeds clutched in His big hands.
After the sale of the sissy's houses Boss had bought the factory building, which had been in poor repair. Thankfully He had plenty of worker slaves to put the time into fixing it up. The outside still looked sort of crummy, but then you noticed the doors that were thick metal, with three deadbolts and a magnetic lock, meaning no one could get in, or more importantly in this case, out.
Once inside, the walls of the building revealed rows of cells. Running along the center of the building was a long table with computers on it. Half the cells contained sleeping cows, while the other half were empty. Each cow was dressed similarly in a heavy rubber suit with attached masks, boots and gloves and was known as a prison suit by the site that sold them. The cows were told that if and when they purchased their prison suit they would stop being cash raped by the Boss in their real life and gain their freedom. Then once they bought the suit, the Boss put them in it, and shipped them to the dairy, where they entered their new life in the factory to be regular working cash cows, milked by the Boss. Each cell had a metal pipe running along a shallow trench to the center of the room, and around each cow's ankle was a metal shackle. The other end of the shackle was around the pipe, and the cows could walk from their cells to their desks along this pipe, but nowhere else. they were all busy at work on the computers. The cows soon learned that if they didn't work hard enough to make enough "milk" for the Boss, that the Boss would start to question if things like food should be wasted on them. they were doing small menial things like data entry, editing etc., detailed jobs that were time consuming and didn't pay heaps, but when performed in large groups could bring in a comfortable income, providing the group was not paid for their work mind you. At the end of their milking cycle each cow would go back to its cell. Once the cell was locked a cabinet on the wall would unlock, and in it would be the key for the cow to strip out of its suit, clean itself with a cold bucket of water provided, and change their diaper for a fresh one. Their gags under the hoods were funnel gags, so they would then position their head in front of a nozzle in the wall and they would be fed full of a very nourishing, but not very tasty gruel and then get some sleep before the start of their next cycle. The running of the dairy was overseen by the warden, a retired prison guard who was more than happy to take this job for the Boss to supplement his pension. The Boss suspected that the cows probably suffered under the warden a great deal, but they made plenty of milk for Him, so that's all that mattered to the Boss. He stayed and chatted with the warden a bit, soothed by the background noise of many keyboards hard at work, making money for Him. He left the latest computer with the warden, to be searched for any useful information, then cleaned of evidence, and then added to the dairy. Then the Boss lit up one of His big stogies and headed home.
It had been a busy day for Boss, a lot of driving around. He wondered if he should use some of his current training workers as chauffeurs, but they would need to have their face exposed and Boss never liked that. He liked his fags to be just one replaceable object after another. When He got home, He went to the back porch and found that the mutt had managed to get all three balls! He was impressed and He let the good pooch indoors and to his kennel. The mutt backed into his cage, and the Boss locked it and pushed in a bowl of mush that the sissy had prepared for the dog as part of her house duties (oatmeal mixed with some of the Boss's morning piss). The Boss went back to His office and rang the bell for His sissy to bring Him some lunch. she wobbled in unsteadily on her ballet boots, so the Boss chuckled to Himself and figured that this was a new one and it must be the swap over day for the sissy maids. The Boss was in a good mood, so He decided He wouldn't punish her too harshly, probably only a brutal ass rape and then a few hours locked in the bondage box with electro attached to her balls and ass for her annoying stumbling. she would learn. they all did, eventually.