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Corporate Slavery, Chapter 5
There is Mr. Niggard. From my scouting report, he does not own slaves but has considerable assets and has given substantial amounts of money to sponsor anti-slavery legislation. But in private, Mr. Niggard has been seen coming and leaving from a very private BDSM Club that caters to the wealthy and celebrity crowds.
The other option is Mr. Glenberry. His family was one of the oldest in Hardwood, having had a seat since the club opened. He did own slaves but never brought them to the club or even out in public. His personal life is a mystery as well. He is very private and does not throw parties in his home. However, being that private, it also means no one knows where he stands on slavery.
After pondering all this it occurred to me that since no one knew Mr. Glenberry's leanings, it might be possible to get the vote done without any further effort. But honestly, where's the fun in that?
The Slave Training Facility
I could not stop thinking about mikey after I got back from the club. Owning the facility had some advantages, like access to all the cameras and a direct line to the management and trainers.
Now the Slave Training Facility offers several levels and types of training. There are State Mandated courses, like Legal Rights of Owners, a slave's Role in Society, Free Men's Rights Regarding Unowned and Owned slaves, and a History of Modern Slavery. Apparently, it is important for a slave to understand they are property with no recourse or rights under the law.
After those courses are taught, the slave then can have additional training based on its purpose and its owners ability to pay. Most slaves only receive those state mandated courses because they are then auctioned or sold and their purpose is not known yet. However, there are still a large number of slaves that receive additional training like Domestic Services, Valet Services, Bartending, Cigar Training, Childcare Service, and of course Cock Sucking Techniques, How to Pleasure a Man (fucking), and How to Pleasure a Woman. There is also personalized training that the facility provides very discreetly and at an additional cost. The most common of these is Toilet Training. But a course can be customized to meet the specific needs of an owner.
The first week is all the State Mandated Courses and mikey would just be starting those. They start on Monday so that the Slave Auctions can be held on Saturday. However, I made sure that mikey was getting some special attention from a few of the trainers I met during my party.
I talked to the Head Trainer, and he told me that mikey wasn't taking to the cock sucking course very well. It has a bad gag reflex I was told. So a trainer was making it practice for 2 hours a night on a dildo it was given. It was also resistant to piss training, so the head guard has put it on a piss only training program.
As with its brother slaves, it was not allowed to be deflowered. It will attend those courses, but not participate in any activity that would result in losing its virginity.
One special requirement I told the Head Trainer to handle was that I wanted mikey to be forced to smoke one cigar a day to build up its tolerance. I was told this was something he would handle personally. The manner of how mikey had to smoke the cigar was left to the Head Trainers discretion. I did, however, get a nice personal video of mikey in a gas mask while three trainers sat around exhaling into the breathing tube. Unfortunately, mikey did have to be tied into a chair for this to keep him from hurting himself I assume.
The Head Trainer also reported that mikey was having difficulty accepting his new status in life, but this is to be expected from new slaves.
Next week starts his more personalized training and I have a trip planned in two weeks for the first fuck. I plan to take all my slaves to this event.
Dinner with Mr. Glenberry
To better understand Mr. Glenberry, I thought an invitation to dinner at my condominium would be a good start. So, I invited him to come get to know me better.
I had bitch stand down for this and brought in an actual chef to prepare a seven-course meal and wine pairing. The fine China was laid out, silver polished until it was mirror finished, cigars rotated, and after dinner brandy selected,
The slaves were also groomed. Yes there is a company that specializes in grooming slaves. While hair removal is permanent at the facility, after a year I have found a stay hair here and there. Being inside all day means that the slaves' skin tone is light, so they tan them chemically. And I choose to have both david and richard's balls plumped up to make them bigger and more firm. The final treatment was a mouth and ass bleaching to make sure their teeth and mouth is bright and clean, using them as ashtrays causes them to go grey, and asshole toned.
Luckily, I had all the slaves trained in proper service and had the forethought to have a trainer come and give a refresher course, for which he was paid with some alone time with richard in the playroom. It took a few days for richard to recover but that's why I have two sex slaves.
On the night of the dinner, I had bitch put into a French maid's outfit and bowties around the neck of david and richard.
Mr. Glenberry arrived promptly on time. He was accompanied by a beautiful young female slave which I did not expect but should have.
After coming in, I offered him a drink and we sat in the living room with david and richard standing in the corners and Mr. Glenberry's slave knelt at his side.
"I didn't know you had slaves?" I started the conversation.
"It was a gift from my wife last year." He said sipping on my 150-year-old scotch.
"I don't think I have ever met your wife." I continue our conversation.
"She lives in Italy most of the year. This slave was a gift to keep me company." He said while patting his slave on the head.
"That's very nice of her." I smiled. "For dinner tonight, I got the chef to close his restaurant and cook for us tonight."
Mr. Glenberry, Albert, nodded. He was stroking his slave's head like you would a pet.
Just then the chef came in and said the first course was on the table and dinner was starting. So we got up and moved into the dining room where bitch was standing in the corner. My slave's took position behind our chairs and pulled them out so we could sit. Albert's slave again knelt by his side, and we started with our appetizers.
During the meal, I caught Albert looking at bitch in the corner. I couldn't decide if he was repulsed or intrigued.
"Would you like me to send bitch out?" I finally asked.
"No, no" he quickly answered. "I just think I know it."
I explained who slave bitch was and how the three slaves were related, and Albert nodded.
"I thought so." Albert injected. "I used to do business with that bitch before I handed over my company to my son."
I could see bitch blush and laughed.
"Yes, if bitch had been better at business, maybe it wouldn't be my bitch now." I laughed.
The conversation after that became lighter and Albert opened up more about his business and life. With every course, I thought this was someone I could like if he didn't have a stick stuck up his ass.
Several times during the meal, Albert would take a morsel of food and hand feed his slave like a pet. I began to think that this slave was more a pet than a slave and Albert treated it better than I do my own slaves.
"So, what do you think about the rules regarding the use of slaves in the club?" I asked.
"Well," Albert began to waffle a little. "I believe they have their place but that's in private and not in public."
Disappointing.
Albert continued, "I think that in public, a slave shouldn't be the focus of attention and I see far too many owners being cruel to their slaves. I agree that slaves arent people or human, but there is no reason to be cruel."
"What do you consider cruel?" I asked.
"Beating a slave, hurting it, or otherwise torturing a slave just for entertainment or fun." He said between bites.
"But is the club a public space or a private one?" I mused.
"It is by nature, both." Albert said bluntly and flatly.
"I have always thought of the club as a private space for its members." I interjected.
"That's true to a degree" Albert pondered.
"So shouldn't a member be able to use a slave as he sees fit?" I asked.
"But does a member have the right to make other members feel uncomfortable inside the walls of the club they have paid a large amount of money to enter?" Albert was annoyingly logical.
"So maybe spaces should be set aside inside the club for more private activities..." I tried to add.
"Maybe" Albert gave his slave another bite of a meal that was costing me thousands of dollars.
"Then maybe we should explore the creation of such areas and allow the members to choose whether they enter those areas or not." I think I see light.
"We have explored that before, but the Rules Committee decided that no area of the club should be restricted or private because it could be used for less than ethical reasons." Albert retorted.
The light went out.
"When was this?" I asked.
"Oh, about twenty years ago I think." Albert answered.
"Then maybe it's time to revisit this idea." I argued. "These areas wouldn't have to be private, as much as they would be more specific in use."
"That's a good point." Albert finished his meal and put his napkin on the table.
"Would you like to continue this in the living room with brandy and cigars?" I smiled as david and richard stepped forward to get our chairs.
"Yes, but I want bitch to attend to me for the rest of the evening if I may be so bold." Albert pointed to bitch as he spoke.
"Of course," I snapped my fingers and richard stepped back and bitch took its place.
We settled back in the living room and david fetched cigars and bitch poured the brandy. Albert's slave knelt on his right and after bitch served the drinks I pointed to the space on Albert's left and bitch moved and knelt.
We continued our conversation, but Albert's attention was on bitch more than our debate.
About thirty minutes later, Albert got up and asked about the restroom and I pointed to bitch who stood up and led him away. Albert's female slave stayed kneeling in its position which I thought odd.
I casually flicked ashes on the polished floor and pointed for david to come lick up while I waited. My cigar was almost finished when bitch followed Albert back into the room. The first thing I noticed was the puffy lips on bitch, then second thing I noticed was the fact bitch's skirt was messed up.
Now there is nothing in polite society that says a Free Man can't use a slave anyway they want. And I had told Albert that bitch was at his disposal for the rest of the night after dinner. But I was dying to put a finger up bitch's cunt to see if it was sloppy with Albert's cum.
Albert graciously thanked me for the evening and conversation and left soon after that. While I wasn't sure that he was on my side, I did think that I saw a way I could get what I want.
As soon as the door closed, I motioned for bitch to get on all fours and show me its cunt. I roughly shoved 3 fingers up its cunt and found it frustratingly dry. Then I saw the bruising. Its ass was red and welted and its cunt lips puffy.
I asked bitch if Mr. Glenberry had fucked him. Albert had not. Did Mr. Glenberry shove something up its cunt, why yes, he had. Telling bitch to fetch the object, bitch returned with a large pillar candle that was in the bathroom. So Albert was above being cruel to a slave in public, but obviously not in private.
Chuckling to myself I leaned back and pointed at my crotch. bitch turned around and I shook my head and pointed at richard. Opening my pants, richard fished out my cock and started nursing on it. I then picked up the candle and told bitch to get on all fours with its cunt in the air. Tears ran from bitch's eyes as I pushed that candle back in its cunt and laughed.
With both richard and david watching, I dry fucked bitch's cunt until its legs shook from the assault and it finally cried out. With my cock down richard's throat, it couldn't really react but david fell to his knees grabbing its crotch and bitch collapsed on the floor. I shot a massive load as richard's throat spasmed on my cock.
After taking a long-needed piss into richard's mouth, I got up and remembered the chef was still in the kitchen. I told the slaves to go tend to the chef and clean up. And make sure the chef's balls are drained before he leaves, I added before heading to bed.
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