Julia let out a soft purr of contentment as she snuggled deeper into her blankets, cocooned in that delicious warmth that came with the pre-rising part of waking up. She was just aware enough of everything to draw comfort from her bed, but not yet so awake that she had to get up.
She prized such moments in her otherwise hectic day.
But such moments did not last long. She was far too busy.
Julia stretched beneath he blankets and then hoisted herself up, tousled blonde hair falling about her shoulders in an appealing mess. She ran a hand absently through it, squinting blue eyes around the dim room. Thankfully it wasn’t too late in the morning, the sun was just barely beginning to peep through the curtains.
Stifling a yawn, she reached out for the side table and rang the small bell that was fixed to a bracket there. A few moments passed, during which she struggled to wake up further, before the door opened to admit a young man.
Even sleepily, her mind couldn’t help but tabulate. This morning Tenant Six was on duty. One of her recent acquisitions, and already fast becoming one of her favourites. A lithe young man, a bit of a runner’s build though by his own account a fanatic gamer and bookworm. A student at the local university. He was taller than her by a foot, which she liked. She wasn’t quite sure why, perhaps it was just that with her short, stocky frame most boys were taller than her, but she adored dominating taller subs.
Six blushed as he met her eyes, the colour of his cheeks heating above the ballgag firmly strapped into his mouth. Bashful and shy, even after all this time, which she adored even more. Six’s uniform for morning duty, beyond his tight gag, was nothing but a frilly pink maid apron, a leather collar snugly buckled around his throat, thick leather wrist cuffs shackled to a wait belt, a chastity device to which only Julia had a key, and a set of leg irons. Beyond that he was gloriously nude. Julia preferred to start her days being able to admire and touch the body of her servants. And so as Six shuffled into the room, balancing a small tray with a steaming mug of coffee on it, she made a happy humming sound.
She mumbled some unintelligible words that might have approximated “good boy” and snatched the coffee to cradle in her hands and inhale the steam from. Six carefully placed the tray to one side and, without prompting, began to massage her feet. That broke through a little of the morning fog, and she favoured him with a brilliantly warm smile. He was learning.
She luxuriated in the feeling of Six’s increasingly skillful ministrations for a little while, sipping away at her coffee and slowly waking up. It never failed to amuse Julia that Six had basically fallen into her lap by accident. She had fancied him when he first moved in, but there had been nothing to indicate that he ran in the same sort of lifestyle that she did. Nor was there any levers initially that she might use to suborn him slavery. Little had she known, Julia smiled as she took another sip of coffee and giving a pleased groan as Six worked away at a knot.
The boy had been a closeted submissive, spending a fair amount of his time online, bouncing from one porn site to another. One online domme to another, trying to find his niche. Eventually, a few months after he had started renting from her, he had taken the fateful step of ordering himself a chastity device. Julia had learned afterwards that he had meant to participate in some domme’s Locktober program. What mattered though, was that he had been out when his mail had been dropped off. And what had mattered more, was that Julia recognized the seller information on the package, and guessed what it was.
It had been far too tempting an opportunity to pass up. Julia had subtly sliced open the package, and replaced the lock with one of her own, and then sealed the package back up before dropping it off at his door. Then she had waited for the evening, working through the remainder of her day in the quiet confident expectation of what was to come. She had gone over to his place, a surprise inspection of sorts. Some sort of excuse about pests. He had opened the door, face already red, and had done his best to pass things off as normal. Though to Julia’s experienced eye she could tell from the odd bulge in his shorts that he was locked, and that he was stuck. She had nearly laughed out loud at how he had turned and shifted and done his best to not draw attention to his groin…and by doing so made it obvious to anyone with eyes that something was up.
She had let him think he was fooling her, that he had successfully passed off his situation as nothing more than his usual bashfulness. Right up until he has been ushering her to the door, and she had casually leaned back to squeeze his locked cock through his shorts. He had let out a bleat of dismayed surprise, eyes wide on her face, as she then calmly told him that if he wanted the actual key, he should come find her.
Julia let out another contented moan, gesturing to Six to switch to her other foot. How bashful he had been, showing up at her place that evening. How he had squirmed and shyly wriggled that body as he was forced to strip down to nothing but the cage. How he had moaned when Julia provided him with an update on his life. His cock was hers now. He would never touch it again freely, as if she ever deigned to unlock him, he would be strictly bound and helpless. “You are one of my slaves now, darling boy. I have others, within this very building. You don’t know who they are, and you’ll never know all of them. Some, I may introduce in time. For now though, you need to forget your old life when you are with me. With me, you are Six. You are my slave. I own your cock, I’m going to own your body, and eventually, you will surrender your mind to me as your last act of independence.”
He had spent the weekend with her, collared and chained, and being rigorously put through his paces. And then he had been released…back to his normal life, yet an owned man now. She hadn’t bothered to threaten him with exposure or something of that nature. It wasn’t required, in her view, with Six. During the entire period, he’d moaned and groaned, whimpered and squealed, but never, ever pleaded to be let go.
He was her little bitch, and he seemed to know that from the start.
Eventually Julia finished her coffee. Setting it to one side, she hooked a finger through Six’s collar, pulling the blushing boy in for a gentle kiss on the cheek, before shooing him out of her bedroom. She headed for the shower, and to prepare herself for the day. By the time she stepped out, properly attired in professional office wear, she could smell the delicious scent of breakfast.
She opened her bedroom door, letting a smile play across her face. A neat plate of eggs and bacon was waiting for her, next to a glass of orange juice and another steaming cup of coffee. Six knelt next to her chair, facing away from the bedroom door as she had instructed him in that first heady weekend of ownership. She took in a deep breath of the delicious smells that wafted towards her as she sat down. It was his go-to meal, and she liked that she could look forward to a consistently perfect breakfast when Six was on duty. She absently scratched his head while she ate, flicking through the news before shifting over to reading work emails.
She had repairmen coming in tomorrow for the heating and cooling system in the basement, and had to make a decision on contracting out the upkeep for the roof in advance of what was reportedly going to be a blustery autumn season. She had decisions to make about the weekly grocery intake. She still had to wrestle with rent rates.
All of which brought her to the real start of her day. It was time to make her rounds. There were thirty apartments that she rented out in the building, of which six contained ‘special’ tenants. While she had to look after all of her tenants equally, her special ones demanded personal attention every day.
She stood, bringing Six up with her before bending him over the table. Her hand rose and fell, delivering firm but not overly hard spanks. An even dozen, another part of her morning routine. She felt it was important, always, to provide her pets with steady discipline. Thus, an ‘upkeep’ spanking for those she privileged with the opportunity to serve in her own home. Punishment, as Six and her other pets well knew, nearly always would have involved a crop or a paddle. Julia bent down to murmur again into his ear what a good boy he was, while groping his steadily pinkening ass, and she grinned as Six blushed a brilliant and appealing scarlet.
He wasn’t her first, or her longest, but God was he worming his way into her heart.
She checked his morning chore list, jotted down a few extra tasks, and then blew him a kiss as she left. Six responded best to a more teasing approach, and she enjoyed the novelty of playing up being a saucy minx around him. Locked in chastity, and her collar, there was nothing for him beyond her control and her teasing. She had been quite clear that he would never, ever get to fuck her. In all the time he had been with her he had obtained quite a few tease and denial sessions, and one glorious strapon session that still left Julia a little weak in the knees remembering. But his cock had not, and would not, experience penetration. Not as long as she had anything to say about it.
She shut the door, dismissing him from her mind. As Six had been on morning duty, unless she decided on a late morning return to her flat, she wouldn’t see him again until tomorrow evening. At which point she planned to finally attempt to replicate that wonderful, mind-shattering strapon session. He had been doing so well, she might actually unlock him for the session too.
Julia occupied the penthouse suite. She was a firm believer that a landlady should live in the same lodgings as her tenants, to set an example. To ensure as well that she did not overlook any elements of the living space that would make things unlivable or unduly difficult for her charges. As a result, her building was rather better maintained and run than most, and her rents, while on the higher end, were manifestly reasonable given the level of care and amenities she was able to offer. Of course, some of her tenants eventually found themselves unable to pay. And she had found a way for those, like Six, to pay her in other ways.
Some of them of course, were not as well behaved or trained as Six.
She began with her newest conquest. Tenant Seven occupied one of her second floor flats, and was the only one on that floor who had entered her special repayment programme. Two of the other flats were occupied by young professional couples who had never given her an ounce of bother, while the others were a mix of students and elderly couples for whom she made a point of providing discounted rental prices. Julia smiled and nodded at one of the young couples, the Messings, as she passed them in the hallway. Both were avid gym rats, when not stuck in the office, and Julia always enjoyed running into them. She had had more than one fantasy featuring the pair of them in tight straining leather. They offered hurried distracted greetings, already with their minds on work. Julia wished them luck with their days, and enjoyed another turn down fantasy lane as she made her way to Seven’s door.
Tenant Seven had been a resident for nearly two years, and had only availed herself of the landlady’s alternative payment system ten days ago. She was still becoming…acclimatized…to her new situation. And her new constraints. Having learned from past experience, Julia had found that a variable period of isolation from the outside world worked wonders for her captive tenants, and their acceptance of the lifestyle shift she insisted upon. So for the past ten days, Seven had been a prisoner in her own home, her only contact with the outside world provided via Julia…her new owner.
Julia knocked on the door, waiting for a slow count of five, and then input a code into the electronic door lock she had installed ten days ago. When Seven demonstrated she could be trusted, she would be given a code of her own, though the landlady would retain the master code, and the ability to remotely turn the flat into a jail cell. It was important that her tenants understood the boundaries of their positions. And that just because she allowed them the privilege of walking around uncollared did not mean they were free from her control.
She opened the door and slipped inside, taking care to relock it. The main space of the flat was entirely open. A low half wall separated the kitchen from what had been built up as a joint dining room and living room space. A small hallway led to a trio of doors, for the closet, bathroom, and bedroom. The bedroom’s door had another keypad installed, and was locked. Until Julia had had a chance to go through Seven’s closet and determine what her new submissive would be allowed to wear, there would be no access to anything that she might use to cover herself. New submissives needed to understand that clothing was not something they could reasonably expect. The space itself was tidy enough, and Julia noticed the mostly finished breakfast still resident on the table. Kneeling next to the table, naked, was Tenant Seven.
Seven was in her mid-twenties, chestnut brown hair cut in a neat bob style, framing her face in a lovely fashion. She had warm brown eyes and a light dusting of freckles, and had a pleasingly supple body. Her perky breasts were thrust forward, her hands held behind her head, just as she had been taught. The Landlady’s steel and leather collar gleamed around her neck, and a matched chastity belt secured her sex from any wantonness.
Julia let her eyes pass over the girl, noting a slight slouch in her posture, before she breezed pass to begin inspecting the space. Seven had been ordered to prepare her place for an inspection yesterday morning, and Julia intended to enforce a high standard of cleanliness on the student. Everyone knew that students required a high degree of discipline in their lives after all.
Her inspection turned up a few spots of bother. Julia enjoyed how Seven did her best to surreptitiously watch her without giving any physical motion away. It was a skill that the craftier submissives learned well, as a means of predicting what their Mistress was going to do or say. Her opinion of the girl ticked infinitesimally higher.
But she still had a fair amount to learn about cleaning, even if it was an improvement over the first time Julia had inspected the place.
After twenty minutes of looking the place over, Julia wordlessly approached the kneeling Seven, and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. She then strode over to the nearby couch, sitting primly down and beckoning the girl over with an imperious gesture. The woman shuffled over on her knees, another point in her favour, and after only a brief hesitation began to kiss and worship Julia’s high-heeled feet.
“An improvement on Friday’s inspection Seven, but I expected far better from you given that you had a full twenty four hours. Do you wish to provide me with any excuses for your slovenliness?”
Seven, wisely, said nothing, and continued to worship Julia’s feet, though the girl was burning red with shame and likely a fair degree of anger. Seven hated being told she had failed, especially with something so basic as the upkeep of her own flat. Especially when her persistent failure to clean to standard was Julia’s stated reason for keeping her a prisoner in her own home.
Julia nodded firmly, “I thought not. Across my lap, Seven, now.”
The girl whimpered, but obediently shimmied up from her kneeling position and across Julia’s lap. Julia plucked a paddle from a nearby table, one that she had had Seven purchase and set out specifically for just such an occasion. She found it best to have her submissives purchase gear for themselves. It saved her having to lug around a great big bag of kink kit, if she could rely on every one of her tenant slaves having at least a small toy chest available and ready to be used on themselves.
“You will thank me for each blow Seven, and you will thank me for agreeing to take you on as one of my slaves.” Julia tilted the girl’s chin up so she was looking out towards the window, “If I am convinced of your earnestness perhaps you will earn a quicker path back to the outside world.”
SMACK
“One Mistress Julia! Thank you for allowing me to serve you!”
“Good girl.”
SMACK
“Two Mistress Julia! Th-thank you for allowing me to serve you!” Seven’s voice squeaked out. Julia was not holding back on the paddle.
Julia delivered Two more blows in fairly rapid succession before pausing to gently grope and massage Seven’s rear. Seven whimpered and hung over Julia’s lap. The girl was fiery enough, but was proving to be fairly easy to bring back into line. Ten paddle strikes, and much of her fire was gone. Still, best to make certain.
SMACK
Seven squealed, her head shooting back up as she was shocked at the continuation of her punishment, “E-Eleven Mistress Julia! Th-thank you for allowing m-me t-to serve you.”
“I want to be convinced Seven. Again.”
SMACK
“Twelve Mistress Julia!” Seven squealed, her voice high and thready, “Thank you for allowing me to serve you!”
SMACK
“Thirteen Mistress Julia!” Seven nearly sobbed, beginning to squirm in Julia’s lap, “Th-thank yo—”
“If you don’t stop squirming Seven, we will start over.”
Seven let out another whimpered sob and held still. She managed to clear her throat and whispered, “Th-thank you for allowing me to serve you.”
“Good girl. Seven more, and we shall be done I think.”
And seven more paddle blows fell. At the end, Seven’s rear was a tingly red, highly sensitive to the touch. Julia squirted a small dollop of soothing ointment onto her hand and gently massaged Seven’s rear. It wouldn’t do to have the girl bruise. Not when Julia would be spanking her delicious ass again soon enough.
“I will return at the end of the day, and I expect the deficiencies I found to be addressed.” No need for Julia to tell her what they were. That was hardly the point. “If they are not, I will remove further privilieges. Understood?”
“Y-yes Mistress.” Seven quavered, and then gave a surprised grunt as Julia pulled a ballgag firmly into her mouth from behind.
“MMmmm!?”
“You will obtain access to your mouth again when I return.” Julia locked the gag with a small padlock, and then unlocked the girl’s cuffs. “Exit position, now.”
Seven scrambled off of her lap and resumed her position kneeling on the floor, facing away from the door with her fingers interlaced behind her head. She was breathing heavily, and her ass was still a pleasing red. Perhaps the girl was finally understanding her position. Julia rose and stood behind her, casually reaching down to fondle the young woman’s breasts. Seven sucked in a sharp breath of air, but otherwise remained still.
Learning indeed.
Julia left her there, closing and carefully locking the door behind her, before mentally making a note that Seven would be cuffed and manacled going forward. The girl clearly needed the reminder of bondage to reinforce her helplessness. If the girl didn’t properly clean this time, she would be getting fitted out in a bitchsuit. Perhaps a few days of being reduced to the status of an animal in her own flat would properly drive home the point Julia wanted her to understand. That she was not in control anymore, and that the only way to obtain relief from Julia’s punishment was to fling herself entirely into whatever task Julia set for her. Unquestioning obedience would save her, anything else would see her reduced ever further in liberty.
The third floor, her next destination, held two flats rented to captives of hers. However, there was another young man on the floor who was unwittingly under consideration. Thomas. A young soft spoken Englishman, he had rented a space from her six months ago. He worked as a writer, some aspiring novelist. He had spoken with her a few times about it, waxing on about the new fantasy world he was building, and his hope to shop it around town. Julia had nodded along, smiling and wishing him every success, while her eyes had measured him for a tight rubber catsuit. He would make a fine addition to her little stable.
But that was for the future. His sources of income had not, quite, run out. And so she nodded in polite, friendly greeting when she met him at the elevator. He was all smiles, his satchel slung over his shoulder as he headed out to no doubt while away his day in a coffeeshop trying to bang out a few more chapters. Julia mentally licked her lips as the elevator doors closed on his sweet brown eyes. She was looking forward to the way those brown eyes would widen as she thrust a strapon into his panting mouth.
Her first stop was at a door at the end of the primary hallway for the floor. No electronic pad here, for this occupant was a rather special one. A young Scandinavian woman was inside. Tall and buxom, with gorgeous blonde hair, the woman looked like she had stepped off the pages of a beauty magazine somewhere. The original company she had come over here to work for had folded years ago and, though she had since found work, she had submitted herself to Julia as Tenant Four the day after her original employment disappeared.
Julia knocked and entered. A similar sort of flat as Seven’s greeted her, yet much neater. Everything was spotless to her gaze, and she gave a pleased sigh as she found Four kneeling for her, collared, chastity locked, and naked. An open computer nearby spoke to the distance employment she now laboured at. One that allowed her to have quite flexible hours, which aided in Julia’s usage of her. Julia approached the woman, a confident domineering smile playing across her lips, as she seized Four by her beautiful hair, and yanked her head back to deliver a powerful, searching kiss. “Good Morning.”
“Good morning Mistress, I hope you are well,” Julia rather enjoyed the pleasant accent to the otherwise flawless English. She stroked the woman’s face, enjoying the sight of her on her knees. Standing the woman would have towered over Julia by at least a foot. “Tolerably. You remember about tonight?”
The woman visibly shuddered, a desperate smile flashing across her face, “Yes Mistress! I’ll…I’ll be there!”
“6pm sharp.”
“6pm sharp.”
“You recall how you are to present yourself?”
Four flushed, eagerness warring with apprehension and anticipation of future embarrassment, “Like…like this Mistress. P-plus a gag and res-restraints.”
“Precisely. I don’t want to see you with anything else. If I see you with a bag, or anything even carried for use later, I will leave you in the hallway.” Julia stroked Four’s face smiling at the woman as she blushed and trembled, “You’ve been practicing?”
The kneeling woman nodded, flushing again with excitement and nerves, and dared a nod towards the far wall where a rubber dildo had been set up to fellate.
“Good. Remember, your orgasm depends on you properly impressing me.” Julia chuckled, caressing the woman’s face before planting another soft kiss, this time on her lips, “Why don’t you give your Mistress a little preview before I have to move on, hmm?”
The woman nodded and immediately scooted away, not to the wall mounted dildo, but rather to its twin which she picked up and brought over in her teeth to deposit in Julia’s lap. Julia picked it up and positioned it properly, thrusting up from her groin, and smiled at Four, “Ready when you are Four.”
Four placed her hands carefully behind her, in an unbound boxtie position, before she bent forward to take the rubber cock in her mouth. To the other side, Julia could see the work laptop that she had left open continue to be updated. Continue to show the work of others that Four was in charge of in her vanilla life. Julia still found it rather remarkable that this gorgeous, talented woman was still here. Certainly for the first few months after she lost her job she had needed to depend on the Landlady’s Mercy. But her new job was quite high level. The woman could literally afford to buy back her debt and likely buy the bloody flat at the same time. Yet she’d never shown the slightest desire, and so Julia happily continued to dominate and control her.
Julia watched for a minute, taking the opportunity to touch and caress Four while the woman sucked the rubber dildo jutting from her hips. Then, just to drive home the differences between them, Julia casually brought out her phone and began to answer emails. Four let out a moan though, unlike what Seven might have done in this situation, Four’s moan was simple arousal. The knowledge that she was being used as an amusing toy that didn’t even merit her Mistress’ full attention. It was heady stuff to a slut like Four, and Julia enjoyed these moments of rubbing in her subservient status. Of reminding her that she was submitting to someone who, in vanilla life, she was so much higher than. Yet here, her true kinky self on display, she was the lowly slave. The owned tenant, property of her Landlady.
It was a glorious feeling for them both.
Julia spent nearly an hour there, wiling away the time. Enjoying Four’s attention, and just relaxing. It was early enough in her day, but one must stop and smell the flowers every now and then. Besides, she should get to indulge.
Eventually though, the list in her mind building ever larger, she gave Four a few final caresses before leaving her behind with instructions to keep practicing. As she closed the door she was left with the wonderful vision of Four kneeling before the wall mounted dildo, furiously fellating it. All to the tune of an online meeting that she had dialed in for. Four was her slut, and Julia adored her for it.
She headed over to the other room on the floor which held two of her captive tenants. Three and Five. Nearly eighteen months of captivity under her thumb. The two of them were recently graduated students, still rooming together post-gradation. Julia had thought that they would have made a cute couple, and after having the suggestion laughed off when she only knew them as her tenants, she decided to enforce the concept once they were collared and locked in chastity.
Sexual pleasure, for her two lovebirds, came only from the other person, or from Julia. Neither was ever permitted unrestricted access by themselves. Release would only come, could only come, when they were helplessly bound and their partner was free of bondage.
When she entered their flat, Three was kneeling right by the door. In position as she had been taught. Julia clucked approvingly as she swung the door shut, her hands tousling the redhead’s carefully coifed professional bun. Three did love to look like the young hard charging office worker she technically was…and Julia loved reminding the otherwise vivacious and spirited woman that she was an owned pet. Three, for her part, simply let out a small sigh, more amused than frustrated. The woman had outwardly become much more subdued and biddable since she had been collared and locked in chastity. Yet the moment that anything hinting of play or sexual activity began, she was once more a desperate, wanton, energetic slut.
Julia was positive that Three was something of a switch too, given how naturally she had assumed the lead in the relationship that Julia had initiated the pair of them into. Given how often it was Five in ropes, or cuffs, or mummified in leather…
Julia grinned, and then took the girl’s hair in a fist and walked her on all fours deeper into the apartment. Three moaned, a plaintive, pleading sound that was all desperate need and want and desire.
Five was bound to a chair, straining against tight ropes that kept his naked body pinned in place. Unlike Three, he had not yet been successful in job searching, so apart from a couple hours a day, she kept him tied up in some fashion. Three, apart from her part time distance job, also had a part time cleaning position that took her around the whole apartment bloc.
Julia seated herself next to Five, casually toying with a nipple as Three knelt before her to report on their goings-on. She didn’t plan on spending much time with the pair of them today. Yesterday she had lost an entire afternoon in this little flat, hosting a little competition to see which of them could provide the better blowjob. Three had a decent advantage, given how often that was her chosen way of teasing the shit out of her ‘boyfriend’ though Five had shown a great deal of desperate enthusiasm. Perhaps it had been the quasi-serious offer to allow him to actually have sex with Three if he won, something they had both been denied to date. Plenty of teasing blowjobs, plenty of achingly sweet handjobs, plenty of strapon sex. But never once had his cock been allowed to penetrate Three.
Julia smirked as Five let out a low wailing moan as she began to stroke his cage. Five was a well-built gentleman, thicker with muscle and strength. Definitely someone who played an awful lot of team sports. Yet here he was, shaggy black hair dropping over desperate grey-green eyes as he frantically looked from Julia, to his chastity caged cock, to Three, and back to Julia. Desperate beyond belief to feel something as Julia’s hand stroked. Back and forth, back and forth. The barest hint of pressure would make it through, but Five would effectively feel nothing. Though he could see her hand. He could well imagine what he was missing.
She found that denying that sort of release to her male submissives made them far more pliable, and infinitely more grateful of the pleasure that she did dole out to them. Six, bless his bashful heart, was the beneficiary of the lessons that Julia had learned molding Five into the slave he was today.
Eventually Julia allowed Three to dress herself and remove her collar, though the chastity belt remained firmly locked, so that she could head out to begin her cleaning duties. Julia untied Five from the chair and, still collared, chastity locked, and frustrated beyond belief, directed him to provide her with a pair of body shaking orgasms. Which he duly did. Then Julia waved him off to allow her to rest and get back to the electronic side of her job, putting in work orders, responding to emails, and taking care of the corporate side of her business. In the meantime, Five made her a light luncheon.
He was a good boy, if a trifle obstinate and needy. But he worked well enough with Three that Julia was willing to overlook some of the surliness that crept into his demeanor when he was teased and denied for too long without release. Thankfully, her Six was far less willful. And a much more natural submissive.
Once she had finished her early lunch, and generously provided Five with a firm spanking to remind him of his status, she left the apartment. Feeling an expansive good will, she even left Five in comparatively light bondage, with the simple slave set of manacles around wrists and ankles, connected to a thick waist belt. She had thought about something heavier, but the boy seemed as though he would be veering towards another bout of complaining soon, and she wanted him to excise that by concentrating on his chores.
She tapped a quick message into her phone as she left the apartment, flicking it off to Three who would see it at the end of her shift. That boy needed a good strapon fuck, preceded and followed by a disciplinary session. Three could provide it, or Julia would provide it to both of them. That should be adequate incentive…
A number of intervening floors held nothing but ordinary, normal vanilla tenants. While there were a few potential prospects, Julia was happy enough for the bulk of residents in her building to remain rent-paying normal tenants. It made the upkeep of the place, and of her captives, far less burdensome. But she still made a point to still trundle along the hallways, inspecting lights, and carpeting, and all other manner of bits and bobs. It wouldn’t do for people to begin asking why she mainly concerned herself with certain floors and certain tenants.
The final floor before the penthouse where she lived was where three of her captives lived, including Six. He would still be up in her rooms though, so she skipped his room for now. Her final two captives were both lovely American exchange students. Two was a dusky black woman, with a ready smile and smouldering eyes. Julia often enjoyed placing her in charge of other captive tenants, watching this gorgeous ebony amazon dominant and enthrall whomever Julia pointed her at…all to immediately drop to the floor and come crawling over to her once the scene was over to receive her collar and accept her strapon, her crop, and her bondage once more. Only Julia and Two knew that the black woman was her submissive bitch, and had been for five years. She had spent more time collared and on her knees for Julia than she had at university. So far as Six and the others were concerned, Two was their daytime overseer who kept them on task and free to use or punish them apart from granting sexual release.
Julia pulled open Two’s door and entered, finding the gorgeous black woman dressed up in a tight latex catsuit, with knee high high heeled boots. Her chastity belt hidden from view, though her steel and leather collar was firmly set in place. Julia grinned at the woman…and then her smile widened as she took in the rest of the space. For Two was evidently mid-play session with the last of Julia’s collared playthings. Her first ever slave. Her first ever pet.
Tenant One.
One was an American exchange student who had come over nearly eight years ago now, and fallen under Julia’s spell within eight months of arriving. After a year of slavery, she had withdrawn from nearly all her classes, and consigned herself to virtually full time service. She was a buxom, blonde haired southern lass, with the most adorable honey-sweet accented drawl. Something that Julia never tired of, when that voice gasped for mercy, begged for pleasure, pleaded for attention. Her sweet, adorable, slutty Tenant One.
At present, the only human thing about One was the blonde ponytail emerging from her otherwise all encompassing rubber gimp suit. She was laced into a strict armbinder, and her moans were muffled enough that Julia was confident that the girl was suckling on a thick rubber cock. She was on her knees, but leaning forward, as a fucking machine robotically thrust into the air behind her over, and over again. Teasing her with the forceful pleasure that remained just out of reach.
“Hello Two. Is this for me?” Julia smirked, striding up to the taller ebony woman, and using a single finger through her collar’s d-ring to make her kneel.
“Yes Mistress,” the crisp response came, smoky eyes promising…demanding…
“Well aren’t you kind. Here I thought I was going to have to do all this work myself.” Julia slapped One’s rubber covered behind and received a squeal in response.
“Now I’m planning to go and surprise Six with a little bondage session in a few hours…but until then, I thought we could have a little girl time. A little practice before this evening. Four has been practicing her little heart out, hoping to impress you Two.”
“I’m glad Mistress,” Two’s eyes lit up, “I’ve been looking forward to playing with her all week.”
Julia grinned, running her hands alternatively over Two’s latex clad body, and then over One’s quivering rubber clad rump, “Good. Because both of you are gonna be there tonight. For you, Two, our lovely Four is going to be another slave to keep in line. I’ve decided I want her to start on the duty rotation to give the two of you and Six a bit of a break.”
“Yes Mistress.”
“As for you, One, Four strikes me as someone who will appreciate the opportunity to have a little domme time. So tonight, you’ll be getting…another top.”
One moaned into her gag, thrusting her hips in desperate need.
Julia laughed.
“But all that is hours away my darling pets. In the meantime, lets see how close we can get One to the edge, and how many times we can do it. And One, remember…cum without permission, and it’s 48 hours in the reprogramming sack…and a month before I’ll allow you to cum.”
The American woman moaned in abject need, in fearful desire, and Julia smiled as she strode over to the toy chest.
Being a Landlady had no end of perks that came with it…