Martin’s mouth opened in disbelief as his mother walked into his bedroom (without knocking, as usual). That wasn’t what shocked him.

What shocked him was the naked woman that his mother was towing behind her on a lead…

The woman whimpered quietly as his mother pushed her into the room, and she immediately fell to her knees, head bowed.

“This is Girl”, his mother said. “She doesn’t deserve a name, anymore. She’s your slave from now on. Nobody at the club wanted her; they said they were going to put her down, so I took her off their hands. She can’t speak; her previous owner sealed her mouth shut in a fit of rage, and she’s still recovering from it, hence the bandage covering her mouth and lower jaw.”

“A slave, mum!? Are you kidding!? That’s illegal!”

“Not at the club it isn’t. We’ve got a ‘special exemption’ from the government. Besides, if you don’t have her, I’ll have to take her back to the club and have her put down.”

Whimpering loudly, now, the girl begged Martin to keep her, shaking in a position of prayer in front of him.

“Ok, I’ll take her”, Martin said, reluctantly. “How do I look after her, though? How do I feed her with her mouth sealed shut? Where can she sleep?”

“She can sleep on the floor”, said her mother. “You can spread her out a blanket if you want. As far as feeding her, there’s a big syringe in the kitchen that plugs into a hole in her collar. You can make up her food like baby feed, warm it and inject it via the hole. She doesn’t have solid food at all anymore. Also, just to cheer you up, I’ve been told she’s very good in bed, it’s about the only thing she can do right. She does have a tendency to spread her legs for everyone, so watch that. I’ve already had the club doctor check her over, and she hasn’t got any STD’s. She also can’t get pregnant anymore, she’s been sterilised.”

Girl started whimpering and crying at that; she hadn’t been told. Martin’s mother just slapped her and told her to be quiet.

 “My son has given you a roof over your head”, she said. “Be damn grateful!”

Girl slid over, still on her knees, and wrapped herself around Martin.

Martin, not sure what to do, started stroking Girl’s head.

“Sensual, isn’t she?”, his mother said. “If she hadn’t misbehaved so badly, she’d have been quite high up at the club.”

Girl, by then, was nuzzling Martin as he stroked her.

Martin let Girl spend the night on a blanket on the floor. However, he awoke to the sound of her quietly sobbing…

Martin just clicked his fingers. The sobbing stopped, and Girl looked up at him.

He just motioned with his hand…

Girl slid into bed with him, nuzzling him as best as she could without her mouth.

“I must do something about this”, Martin said, absent-mindedly, examining Girl’s bandage…

Martin’s mother didn’t realise it, but her son knew a lot more about the ‘club’ than he was letting on. He knew exactly how to handle a slave like Girl.

Shopping online, he quickly ordered a black French maids uniform and some ‘off duty’ clothing, as well as a tag and leash for her collar, Girl watching over his shoulder all the time.

“Do you trust me?”, he asked Girl. For some reason, she nodded…

Martin gently removed Girl’s bandages…

He winced as he saw what had been done to her. The scar tissue was already growing over the metal cord that was holding what was left of her lips tightly shut, and there was two screws pinning her jaw closed as well.

“I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt”, he said. Girl gripped the bedsheets tightly…

Girl screamed as Martin removed the screws from her jaw. She also jerked as he cut the cord between her lips…

“I’m sorry, I can’t remove it completely”, he said. “At least, you should be able to open your mouth, now…”

Girl tried. She had massive cramps due to long disuse, but, eventually, her mouth opened. She gasped, then ran her tongue round her mouth.

Her teeth were all gone. Tears filled her eyes as she realised. Then she tried to speak. Nothing. Not even a hiss. Her vocal cords were gone, removed during the operation. Girl cried on Martin’s shoulder…

Martin had done such a good job, however, that Girl’s lips felt a lot better, and the pain had almost gone. She was able to show her appreciation by kissing Martin. Back in bed, later, he also found out how good her tongue was…

To hide things from his mother, Martin bandaged Girl’s head back up when she was about. To keep his ‘repairs’ hidden, he also bought her a slave muzzle.

When all the bits had arrived, he dressed her. He showed her the tag he had attached to the collar:

‘Girl. Property of Martin.’

Girl cried with joy…

He fastened the tag and leash onto the collar, securing the collar with a padlock. He then fitted the muzzle and also padlocked it.

“Mmmph?”, queried Girl.

“Can’t have anyone taking it off when I’m not about”, said Martin.

It was Martin’s mothers turn for her mouth to drop open when Martin led Girl into the front room.

“Love the outfit”, she said. “Especially the muzzle. That looks a lot more presentable.”

“The bandages were getting a bit tatty”, said Martin. “By the way, you were right; she’s really good in bed.”

“Do you mind if I borrow her?”, his mother asked; to Martin’s shock. Girl’s eyes went wide…

“Of course”, said Martin. “Only rule; as she’s my slave, the collar and muzzle stay on, and I’ve got the only keys. Apart from that, do what you like with her.”

Martin handed his mother the leash.

“I’ve got to go out for a while”, he said. “Why don’t you two get to know each other?”

He walked out, leaving Girl shivering in the room, but not from the cold…