Kinktober 2023 #10 - Favor/Trust
Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, bondage, F/f, M/f, sex slavery, bondage slavery, ballgag
Neil Voss understood how much trust his aunt Morgan was showing him.
The woman standing before him was a few years younger than his own twenty-eight years. She was thin, a little too thin for Neil’s tastes actually, and on the shorter side. Not petite though. She was in great shape. Taut and well-formed. Her naturally black hair was starting to creep into the red dye Aunt Morgan preferred on her.
She was a sex slave.
Around her neck was a collar. It was made of stiff leather, not quite a posture collar but still thick, and it was colored a bright diamond blue. There were four solid metal rings all around the collar. Underneath the neck the slave wore sturdy looking padded cuffs around her wrists and ankles in the same color, and a matching leather chastity belt with rings of its own. Lengths of chain could attach the slave’s wrists to that belt, but there were none at that moment.
Neil had always gotten along well with his aunt, who had been the black sheep of the family for most of her life. This had nothing to do with her complete disinterest in the male sex, but was instead because in a family of lawyers, investment brokers, real estate developers, and the occasional politician, Aunt Morgan had gone off to become an actress. Morgan Schaffer wasn’t even her real name. Margaret Voss was. Neil, who had been born long after she started her career, had only ever known her by her stage name.
Morgan Schaffer was not an A-list actress. She was a has-been, as she herself would cheerfully tell you. The high point of her career was her time as the star of a moderately successful network TV show in the late 90s and early 2000s. Fans of her old show or one of her other roles would occasionally recognize her in public, and she still found acting work now and again. Mostly in the theater, but sometimes she nabbed a guest spot on TV or a minor movie role. Last year she had laughingly agreed to do a fitness infomercial where she could show off what good shape she was in for a woman that was closer to seventy than sixty.
But her nephew Neil wasn’t an actor, or much of an artistic type in general. He enjoyed collecting art, and was a bit of a movie buff, but that was hardly the same thing. As a teenager he used to ask what it was that made Aunt Morgan declare him her favorite relative, but she’d shrug off the question and tell him there was no reason for it.
At least until a few months ago, when she invited him to lunch in her New York apartment.
“I think I see something of myself in you, Neil,” she had said while looking over the spectacular view outside her wall window. “And I’ve never been able to put my finger on exactly what it was, until that little ex-girlfriend of yours aired all that dirty laundry last year.”
Neil had scowled and opened his mouth to protest. Bethany’s Facebook post had only been up for a day before the family lawyers got her to take it down, but he’d been getting side eyes and snide jokes about ropes and windowless vans from friends and family ever since.
“Don’t worry,” Aunt Morgan held up a hand to head off his rant. “I’m not going to give you any grief over it. In fact, I think you and I are about to have a lot to talk about.”
She was right. Over the next several hours Aunt Morgan showed Neil things. Pictures to start with. Then more. Once it was undeniable that Neil was interested, Morgan showed him websites. Not the clip-selling kink sites you might be thinking of. No, Morgan took him to the encrypted corners of the internet that required money to even look at, much less partake.
Catalogs, online auctions, high production videos, live feeds and more. They all lacked any kind of disclaimer that the bound and gagged people they displayed were in any way willing participants, because not a single one of them was.
“I know that look,” Aunt Morgan said, she was smiling at him. “I knew you had it in you.”
Neil had just laughed, too excited and self-conscious for anything else.
In the months since that day, Aunt Morgan took Neil to all kinds of places.
An upstate ‘establishment’ owned and operated by a friend of hers…
“You must be Neil! I’m doing your aunt a favor by letting you in before I’m done vetting you, but she assures me you can be trusted. Now if you’ll follow me, I’ve picked out three of my employees to choose from. This first one is from the Carribean…”
Parties…
“Welcome to the annual treasure hunt everyone! Now you all know the rules, I’ve given one of my three sluts here a little golden bead and locked it away in one of their ‘treasure caves.’ First you need to find a key that will unlock one, and then you’ll have to catch the slut who it’ll work on! The winner, of course, gets to take her home!”
And even—though Aunt Morgan made it clear they weren’t going to buy anything—an auction!
Going once… twice… sold to number fourteen! Congratulations sir, he’ll be delivered promptly. Now, onto the next lot, a hearty Czech lass who needed a fast passport. Take a look at this bust, it’s all natural folks, she was first acquired…”
Now, after months of being exposed to a secretive world that horrify even members of their affluenza-afflicted family, Aunt Morgan was allowing Neil to “housesit” for a few days while she went on a business trip to the West Coast.
It wasn’t the first time Neil had met his aunt’s personal slave, but it was the first time he would be alone with her. Neil had been given a list of rules on what he was and was not allowed to do with the skinny woman, but it wasn’t an especially long list.
And if he handled himself, and her, well enough, Aunt Morgan promised to introduce Neil to her favorite place to buy slaves. Bellemisère Academy. He was looking forward to that. If only he'd known about it when he was dating Bethany, she never would have posted all that stuff. It was a mistake he'd learn from with his next girlfriend.
Neil smiled.
“You’re going to do whatever I tell you, aren’t you slave?” She had a name Aunt Morgan had given her. Not her original name, that one didn’t belong to her anymore. But Neil wasn’t allowed to know what it was, that was just for his aunt and the Academy staff who trained her. To everyone else, she was just ‘slave,’ ‘slut,’ or something similar. Whatever fit.
Privately, Neil suspected it would only take him a few guesses to figure it out. The woman bore a remarkable resemblance to one of Aunt Morgan’s co-stars on her old show.
“Yes Sir.”
Not Master, but Sir. Neil didn’t like that, but he understood. This slave was Aunt Morgan’s property, not his. Once he owned a slave of his own she would call him Master. But that day would come later. For now, he had another toy to play with.
“Gag yourself,” he ordered.
“Which gag would you like me to use?” There was a split second of hesitation, but nothing more. She was well trained.
Neil shrugged. “Surprise me.”
She bowed her head, and then stepped over to the nearby coffee table where Neil had laid out all the implements of bondage Aunt Morgan had laid out for him. A moment passed, just enough time that Neil wondered if she would try to weasel her way out of a difficult gag, before she selected a large ballgag at the center of a harness.
The thin woman was downright methodical as she inserted the massive black ball into her mouth and expertly fit the straps under her chin, over her head, and through her hair. As she worked, Neil kept a hungry gaze on her face. She was well trained, but there was still an angry edge in her eyes. Aunt Morgan did say she still had a bit of fight left in her.
“Mngh,” she grunted as she tightened the straps. When she was done, she went back to stand at attention in the same position she had occupied minutes before.
“Good girl,” Neil reached out and grabbed the strap running between her eyes. She blinked in obvious surprise before Neil turned and began pulling her out of the room with the strap of her gag.
Neil wasn’t even sure where he was taking her. The bedroom? The living room with the big window so he could shove her face against the glass and show her all she was missing? The punishment room and all its wonderful toys?
They’d go everywhere, in the end. The two of them had a whole week together. And Neil was looking forward to it.