Forty-five minutes later, the SUV rolled into a driveway and came to a halt. Andrea and Lisa tensed as they listened to their master shut the vehicle off and climb out. In another few seconds, they would get their first glimpse at their new home.

Master Henry walked around to the back. He popped open the trunk lid and unlocked the cages holding the sisters. A little stiffly, the two crawled out of their cages. They needed some help getting down from the trunk to stand behind the SUV on shaky feet. As their owner closed up and locked the vehicle, they looked around. The neighborhood looked to be a nice, upscale, gated community, for those with money to spare, if not waste.

They certainly had money to spend on slaves. The sisters saw plenty of slave girls like them; naked save for collars and chains. They were out doing yard work, washing their master’s car, running errands, or simply being led around and shown off by their owners.

Master Henry led the two up the driveway to the front of his house, a comfortably large house done up in an old fashioned Victorian-inspired design. Just before the trio reached the front door, it opened. Just inside, kneeling in the main entry-way were two young women. Heads bowed, they both called out, “Welcome home, Master Henry!” at the same time.

“Hello girls!” Master Henry said with a smile. “I was lucky at this week’s auction. You’ve got two new friends to help you around the house.” He stepped through the door, dragging Andrea and Lisa behind him. One of the girls silently rose to her feet, keeping her head bowed, and stepped around behind her master to close the door, then returned to her position, kneeling at her master’s feet. The master ordered them to their feet. “This is Slave Jade and Slave Katlyn.” He waved his hand indicating the two. “Slaves, this is Slave Andrea and Slave Lisa, a pair of sisters newly enslaved.”

Slave Jade was a slender Asian girl, about 28 or 29 years old. Her long, straight, dark hair was tied up behind her head. Slave Katlyn was younger, closer to Lisa’s age. She was a short, cute blonde girl with glasses. Both wore slender, silver collars, the fronts stamped with a stylized ‘H’ on the front, but apart from that, they had no other restraints on. Both had clothes on. Slave Katlyn had on a pair of sky-blue panties and matching silk stockings, though her chest was still barred. Slave Jade wore a lacy black top, cut low and a red silk skirt, cut short enough the sisters could get a glimpse of the sheer black panties she wore underneath it. Both had on high heels.  

“I will go ahead and remove your restraints.” Master Henry said, unlocking the cuffs on the sisters. “I trust you will not abuse my kindness by disobeying.”

“Thank you master.” Andrea and Lisa both said, with relief, as their gags were removed.

“Though you haven’t earned them yet, I will also let you keep those clothes on…” Master Henry told them, indicating the lingerie the sisters had been put in at Harris’. “If you are disobedient, you will be kept naked at all times. But if you are good, you will earn the privilege of being allowed to wear clothes like Slaves Jade and Katlyn here.”

“Master is very kind.” Jade and Katlyn both said, bowing their heads.

“Slave Jade,” Master Henry addressed the older girl. “Take Slave Andrea and Slave Lisa and show them around the house. Explain what your duties and responsibilities are.” He turned to the sisters. “As the more experienced slave, Slave Jade will be in charge of you. Treat her as your superior. Do whatever tasks she tells you to and do them promptly. She’ll let me know if you fail and need to be punished. I’ll be in my office working.” He nodded towards Slave Katlyn. “You know your duties.”

“Yes, Master.” Slave Katlyn said, only a trace of reluctance entering her voice. As their master turned and walked out of the room, she obediently followed after him, head bowed, hands tucked behind her back.

Jade, meanwhile, had turned to examine the two new girls in the house. She gave them a quick, but thorough look-over before motioning for them to follow. As she walked towards a door at the back of the hallway, she asked, “So, Master Henry said you to were new slaves. How’d you wind up with the collar?”

Andrea and Lisa glanced at each other, hesitantly. Neither was sure how to answer. This older woman was a slave like them, yes. But Master Harris had told them to treat her like a superior, which included answering any questions she asked.

“A recruiter from Boundoggle took us from our home.” Lisa said. “The door was…left unlocked, so he came inside, found me and tied me up. Then he called my sister with my phone, told her to come home so he could grab her. Then we were sent to the training camp…”

“And how does it feel? Being taken from your home, sold to a strange man, forced to serve him the rest of your lives?” Jade asked.

Again, the sisters didn’t know how to answer. They knew how they felt; they felt awful, knowing they would never see their family again, they would never have a career or raise a family, that their owner could use them or punish them or sell them whenever he wished and they could do nothing about it. But the training at the camp had conditioned them not to think about that. We are slaves, they thought, silently, we are meant to serve obediently. What we think of feel doesn’t matter, only that we do what we are told.

Andrea also wondered why slave Jade was asking them this. She was a slave like them, she must know how it feels. Could she be trying to trick them into saying something disobedient, to make them look bad to the master, to get them punished so she might be seen a little better in his eyes, maybe treated a little better for telling on them?

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Slave Jade nodded. “I know what you must be thinking. And I know how you feel, even if you won’t tell me. I remember what it was like, coming out of the training camp, being sold for the first time. I want you to trust me, to let me know how you are doing.” She smiled. “When I was sold the first time, I was sold to one of the chain-brothels. The only way we could keep from going crazy was to stick together, let each other know what we felt. The ones who bottled it up inside, they were the ones who’d crack after a few months or a year, get replaced. You two are lucky, relatively speaking. Master Harris is a good owner, treats us well as long as we obey and Katlyn and I will do whatever we can to help you…”

Jade led the sisters through a door and began showing them the layout of the place. At the back of the first floor were the kitchen and pantry, the laundry room and cleaning cupboard. Towards the front were rooms for entertaining guests, the dining room, library and home theatre. Upstairs was the Master Bedroom, as well as rooms for guests, and his home office.

In each room, Jade explained what the slaves’ various duties would be, in keeping it clean and when the Master was present. Jade did most of the cooking, assisted by Katlyn when the Master had company over. Andrea and Lisa would be given the task of setting the table and serving the different courses and wine. All of the slaves were tasked with the cleaning and, of course, all took turns satisfying their master with their bodies.

The sisters also found out all about the man who now owned them. His full name was Master Harris Jones. He had served in the military for several years, then after an honorable discharge parlayed his military service into a short political career, getting elected to office in the state government. About that time, he’d purchased Jade as a personal slave after she and a number of other worn out girls from her brothel had been sold off, to make room in the pens for a new batch of girls, fresh of the slave camps. At that time, he hadn’t been as wealthy, spending a lot of his salary running for office. An ex-brothel slave had been the best he could afford, to cook, clean and provide sexual services for himself and guests.  

After a few terms in office, Master Harris had declined to run again, instead taking up a job as lobbyist, representing several large firms in the State House. His new job paid a lot more. He moved out of his old house into this one and bought Katlyn off the auction block at Harris’. Jade expected she might be sold off, but Harris kept her and the two slaves found themselves becoming friends, serving their master together.

About a month ago, Master Harris had scored a major triumph, influencing the passing of some legislation being pushed by several of the large firms his company represented. One of them was a subsidiary of Boundoggle, and as a reward, they gave him a voucher for several thousand dollars at Harris’. That was how he had come to purchase Andrea and her sister and bring them here.

“Lastly,” Jade told them, stopping by a door between the kitchen and laundry room. “This leads down to the basement. This is where we are kept at night and the…punishment room is.” She opened it to reveal a narrow stairway, heading below the house. It was lit at the top and bottom by two naked lightbulbs which she switched on before leading them downstairs.

At the bottom were two doors, opposite each other. On the left was the punishment room. It was not as bad as the sisters feared it might be; Master Harris had several pieces of bondage furniture; a large X-Cross, a padded Horse, a heavy wooden chair, fitted with padding and leather restraining cuffs for securing disobedient slaves to. In one corner were a pair of small cages, not much smaller than the cages in which they’d been kept at the training camp, far bigger than the actual punishment cages they’d endured.

“Master Harris likes to use the crop and hot wax on our bellies when we’ve been bad…” Jade told them indicating the rack at the back of the room holding several cruel looking leather floggers and several candles. “…and when he has guests over who want to punish us for fun and, occasionally, when he just feels like it.” She winced, remembering past punishments. “Nothing we can do about it, I’m afraid, but be good girls and hopefully you won’t see too much of this room…” She led them out of the punishment room and across the hall.

“…and here is where we sleep, when the Master doesn’t want company in his bed.” She said, opening the door. Where the punishment room had been about what the sisters expected, the slaves’ quarters took them by surprise. They’d expected a bare, Spartan room, with several cages for the slaves to spend the night, securely locked up. Instead, the room Jade led them to was a small but comfortably decorated room, with cheap, but colorful wallpaper and a bright, cheerful lamp light the room. One corner of the room was given over to the slave’s hygiene, with a shower stall, toilet and sink and a table and mirror for applying makeup.

At the other side of the room, there was a shelf with a few books and other things for the slaves to give them some enjoyment in the few hours they weren’t working and even a second shelf which held a handful of small personal possessions which Master Harris allowed his slaves to keep. Besides the clothes the slaves were currently wearing, they had a fancier set, for special occasions or when guests came, and a plain set to wear while performing some of the dirtier chores.

There were no beds in the room. Instead, the Master had provided his slaves several fluffy blankets and large, soft pillows, spread out on the floor, for them to lie on. “Katlyn and I usually sleep together when we’re both here. Wrapped up, it’s very soft and warm.” Jade told the sisters. “We’ll make accommodations for you two this evening. The door locks precisely at 11. If you aren’t here or with the Master when that happens it’s a whipping. They unlock at 5 a.m. That’s when the day starts for us. Anyway,” She turned to the door, “that’s the tour of the house. Now we need to get to work…”

Jade led the sisters back upstairs. While she got to work in the kitchen, preparing supper for the Master, Andrea and Lisa were put to work in the laundry room. At around 5:30, Katlyn came back down from upstairs and went to assist Jade. Master Harris came to the dining room half an hour later. Andrea and Lisa were ready for him. Andrea brought out a covered, silver tray with the soup course, while Lisa brought out a bottle of wine. She stood attentively at the side of the table, ready to refill his glass when it became empty, while Andrea returned to the kitchen for the main dish and then the desert.

When their Master had been fed, it was the slaves’ turn. Master Harris set out four bowls of Slave Chow (tm), supplemented with some of the table scraps from that evening’s meal. Afterwards, the Master retired to the TV room, for a double feature. Lisa knelt on the floor in front of the couch, to serve as her Master’s footrest, while Andrea knelt on the couch beside him, a bowl of popcorn perched on her back, periodically replaced with a fresh bowl from the kitchen by Jade. From time to time, Master Harris would pull Andrea over and unzip his pants, to get her to serve him in another way.

When the movie finished, Master Harris retired to his bedroom. The slaves helped him change into his pajamas, then he decided Lisa would share his bed that night. The teen was led over and secured to the bed, spread-eagled. While the Master climbed on top of her to take his pleasure, the others retired to their quarters for the night. Andrea lay down Jade and Katlyn on the soft bedding. Comfortable together, the three fell into an easy sleep. All too soon, though, the alarm would rouse them from their peaceful slumber, the door to their gilded cage would open and a new day of work would lie before the slaves…