I own a what?

[Eiselmann]

Closed to Pywakit

IC

Ryan Thomas sat uncomfortably , the reading of his fathers will had been going on for almost ten minutes and so far he was the only one not smiling, the vultures sitting with him all look like they had won the lottery and in truth not one of his cousins , uncles and aunties was walking out this room worth less than a million...his father barely cold in his grave, but it wasn't the time to explode all he could do was hope that once they got their money the family would go back to ignoring him as they had done since his birth eighteen years earlier.

His mother had passed away ten years earlier and unlike his dad she had been an only child who's own parents had died while she was young ...right now he missed not knowing them at all.

"The rest fo the estate including all shares in Hubor Company , the several homes around the globe and remaining funds go to my son Ryan , who was my life and my reason for living" the lawyer looked up and offered a surprisingly genuine smile before continuing on with the will for several more minutes mostly discribing conditions of the inheritence effectively telling the relatives not to even consider contesting the will or they would loose their share of it, this annoucement actually caused a few of their smiles to turn to frowns

When the lawyer was done everyone got up to leave but the older man motioned for Ryan to stay, when they were alone the old man produced an envelope and without a word opened it and began to read.

"Ryan, I can't tell you how much I shall miss you growing up , getting married ,becoming a father I wish I could have been there for you. I am and always will be proud of you and my trust in you is complete. I say this because there is one more item that I now transfer into your ownership and i urge you to be a open minded as possible, you see a few years after your mother died I made a purchase ...I brought a woman a very special woman and she's yours now....she's your sex slave to do as you please . Take care my Son and if I could ask you to do one thing for me ...do not abandon her but keep her as she was meant to be."

The old lawyer looked up "Would you like to met your property now" he asked casually

"My what" Ryan said stunned

"Your property"

"Property..." Ryan said confused..."Wait I own a what?"

"This " the lawyer said walking to a side door and opening it, in walked a stunner and a confused Ryan looked at her wondering just what was going on...and what he was suppose to do with a slave in New York in the year 2011...weren't there laws about this?

Bio

Ryan Thomas
age 18 just
6ft slim and toned
Just graduated from a private school in Switzerland where he received the finest education money could buy
Loves Football(both soccer and American) cycling and rowing hence his toned physique.

Naive when it comes to women...not a virgin but not experienced has had only the most vanilla experiences, is confident when it comes to other aspects of his life...now worth just under 850 million.

 

[Pywakit]

The Slave

She had known that the Master had passed away. Even though she knew he'd grown sick in the past few months, knew that their time was short, his death had still shocked her. She'd broken down in the last, had cried at his bedside, and he'd rightfully scolded her, as best he could, for showing emotion when she hadn't been given permission. Yet she couldn't help herself. Worse, the feeling of guilt... the strange feeling that she'd failed him at the end, continued to gnaw at her.

She knew she was being left to the man's son. She'd actually seen him before, although they'd never met. Photographs and videos, basically. Not enough to know Ryan for real, but certainly enough to know he'd inherited his father's good looks.

She could hear the voices in the next room, all of the Master's relations listening to the will. Her heart was pounding. She was ready to serve the son, to call HIM her Master, if only to honor what she still felt were her failings at the end to the father. It was his final wish, after all, that she become the property of the son. She took a deep breath. She had a new Master now. She wondered what he would think of her.

And then, the door was opening and the lawyer was motioning her into the room. She stepped in as she was bidden, ready for anything, an equal mix of excitement and fear in her heart.

She almost wished she'd been allowed to enter naked, but her previous Master had been quite clear on what she was to wear. She wore that outfit now, a sheer, full length red dress that hung from her shoulders by thin straps, displaying ample cleavage and cut high along her left leg. She wore red fingerless gloves and red heels as well, all of the same vibrant crimson hue as her hair. She'd always been proud of her bright, naturally red hair, and her previous master had quite liked it as well. Her eyes were a brilliant green, her skin pale but marked here and there by tattoos (the snake coiled in an infinity symbol between her shoulderblades and the celtic design around her left ankle being the only ones currently visible due to the dress that covered most of her body from upper chest to mid thigh). She looked first at the lawyer, then over at her new Master and smiled as he'd ordered her to smile... the last of his orders. She wondered what her new Master's first order would be?

 

[Eiselmann]

Ryan starred between the lawyer and the woman unsure what to do let alone say, she was a breaty no mistake and Ryan was a typical eighteen year old ...as horny as hell...but this, this was demented ...you can't own people!

Slavery was wrong , that had been proven, men had died to end it in any form and if this wasn't some huge practical joke this woman shouldn't be in bondage to him , for long moments he said and did nothing , until his manners kicked in. Slave or not , joke or not he couldn't let the woman just stand there.

As he moved forward to look at the woman a little closer his mind wondered just what one did with a sex slave?

When he closed to within three feet of the woman he suddenly looked to the lawyer , the man spoke before he could " I shall leave you two to get aquainted my office staff are very discreet when you are ready to leave simply pick up the phone and we'll get you and the young lady to your limo regardless of what state she is in" with that the man left leaving behind even more questions.

His eyes turned to the woman "So you're my sex slave" he paused waiting for the slap that never arrived " I guess as the title implies you'll do what ever I ask of you thats of a sexual nature, would that me right, Miss...." he asked suddenly realising he didn't even knwo the womans name. His eyes flicked along the dress she wore , what part of her body that was exposed suggested that she had a body to match the facial beauty.

As confused as he was , he was an eighteen year old boy and stirrings of desire began to build.

 

[Pywakit]

The Slave

She smiled again, lowering her eyes as she'd been taught before she replied.

"Yes, Master, I am now yours. Your father trained me well, and his last wish... his final wish... was that I now serve you. In any way you wish. You need but command me, Master." She hesitated a moment before continuing. Her previous Master had called her by many names over the last few years. She knew them all—"Slut," "Cock Whore," "Comeslut," "Bitch," and "Fuck Hole" were all favorites, names he used for her when he was feeling particularly needy or horny or lustful. Yet there were other names he used for her as well: "Rose," "Beauty," "Angel," "Sunrise," and others that were less cruel. In truth, the woman enjoyed and loved all of these names, for with each one, she grew more complex and more a part of his fantasy. It felt wrong, though, to give any of these names to her new Master. Should he come upon any of them by chance, that was one thing and she would abide by that development. But to reveal any of the names her previous master had used just felt wrong.

One thing that never crossed her mind, though, was to tell him her real name. She had reasons to keep that one buried. Reasons she'd not even revealed to his father. Reasons that were the only secrets she had left.

Finally, she spoke again.

"My name, Master? It is whatever you wish it to be."

 

[Eiselmann]

He'd grown excited by her words , if this was some sort of bullshit joke she really was playing her part and playing it well, yet for all she said about following his commands it was the issue around her name that shocked him.

Everyone had a name ,surely she did as well...was this part of the slave thing? Nothing really made sense and yet for all the confusion he felt compelled to follow a course that came not so much from his mind but his hormones....which ironically where clear on what he wanted.

"Okay if you have no name I'll give you one you look Irish..." He paused for several seconds ", so how about this Teagan O'Neil, I think that suits you" and then Ryan paused once again , he still was no where near convinced that this was for real , that this woman would willing do as he asked there was only one was to prove it was real or expose the joke.

"Now Teagan take off your dress and give me a blow job until I cum in your mouth then wait further orders" a smile touched his face he doubted she would do it ....and if she did? well she looked like she could suck a cock and he'd been scrapped with teeth more times than sucked in his one and only previous experience of a blow job.

He'd get her to shallow ,assuming she complied then it would be time to get out of this place and back to the Manhatten apartment his father...no, Ryan corrected himself , he owned...he had a lot to sort out including what the hell he was going to do with a slave.

 

[Pywakit]

Teagan

Teagan nodded as he gave her a name. She couldn't supress a thrill of pride at having a real name again, a thrill that, at the same time, sent a shiver of fear along her spine as well. For he'd appraised her correctly; she was indeed Irish, and her real name, her secret name, wasn't all that far off from the one he'd apparently assigned to her at random.

And then his first order came clear, and she was able to set aside her worries. Here was something now, something immediate she could do.

"Yes, Master," she said, then slid her thumbs up under the straps of her dress. With practiced ease, she slid the thin straps, letting the expensive red dress flow over her body and slither down to the ground. As she stepped out of it, he'd have a few brief moments to take in her body, to see the silver rings that adorned her nipples, the crescent moon that encircled 2/3 of her navel (which also glittered with a piercing), to see the smoothness of her shaved sex and, if he was quick enough, the almost hidden glint of a fourth piercing shining on the hood of her clit. She was on her knees then, her hands expertly undoing his belt and opening his pants. She could feel he wasn't quite fully hard, but knew it wouldn't take long to remedy that.

 

[Eiselmann]

She seemed to be pierced everywhere, well okay not absolutely everywhere but in the parts that counted....must have been really painful...he 'd only seen two females naked and neither had anything pierced other than their ears. It would take some getting use to but he was guessing it was something his dad liked...of course there seemed to be a lot the old man had liked that he'd kept from his son...he was working his mind down that line of thought when suddenly Ryan opened his mouth... a thrill touched his spine and he shot a look down as Teagan began to work on his cock, how many times had she done this to his dad?

And with that his mind stopped...how many times had he fucked her?, how many times had he held her ?how any times.

Lust and desire fought with grief and revoltion...he could do this he wasn't ready, wasn't the vultures in his family the ones who smiled at his fathers death

"Wait " Ryan said by way of command as he stepped back and his cock was removed form the womans mouth "look..look I want this okay but not now its not the right time....It's me not you...just" Ryan shook his head he must be mad.. he moved to the phone trying to put his cock back in his pants and picked up the receiver.

"I'm ready " moments later a door opened and a young woman walked in she didn't even blink at the sight of a naked woman and a guy with his dick still exposed

The woman turned and Ryan turned to Teagan he wasn't sure what he saw in her face but it wasn't quite what he expected "Follow" he ordered of his slave

The limo awaited , the journey to the apartment would take minutes and he had a private lift , he needed to think and for the first time in his life....Ryan needed a drink.

 

[Pywakit]

Teagan

Teagan paused, confused, then bowed her head and stood. A shiny drop of spit gathered on her lower lip, but she didn't even dare lick it off. She was too shocked at having been told to stop so suddenly even to think of putting Master's cock back in his pants... he did it him self before ordering her to follow.

She did. He led her out into the driveway and got into a limo; she slid into the car without hesitation after him, sitting quietly on the seat next to him. She was still naked; he hadn't given her permission to dress. He hadn't even given her permission to pick UP her dress. For now, though, she assumed he was just as shocked and confused about all of this as she was... maybe it was best to just stay quiet, let him sort things out...

 

[Eiselmann]

Ryan purposely avoided looking at Teagan during the limo ride, his mind a mess of confusion, it was inherently wrong for slavery in any form to exist he believed that completely and yet he'd given the woman a name ordered her to take off her dress and suck his cock without serious consideration as to why he should demand such things.

Equally he was attracted to the woman and the promise that she held while being replused by the notion that this woman had serviced his father , in some strange variant of what a relationship should be , how could a real relationship exist when only one partner had decision making privledges.

And what did that say about his dad, a man he loved respected and looked to? Maybe he should give her a couple of million set her up in a house and tell her to lead her own life, but the final part of his fathers letter urged him to maintain her bondage and he couldn't go against what was effectively his fathers last wish/

So in effect the woman was his until he could figure out a way to change that without dishonouring his father.

The limo stopped in the apartment buildings secure car park right next to his private lift, in moments both he and Teagan travelled the 25 floors to the penthouse apartment over looking Central Park, he had a chef and a maid here with staff all around the world in various properties , both members of staff were noticable by their absense as he walked in followed by his slave.

He looked at her naked form "I don't think we have any womens clothing here... but wait here.." an idea came to mind , it would have to do for the short term, he disappearred into his bedroom and returned a few minutes later with a New York Rangers Hockey top , Ryan walked over to Teagan and handed the top to her

"Put this on please" Ryan looked around the apartment he'd moved back to America a month before his father died, as the illness serious began to hit the old man, there was a second New York apartment a few blocks away , he'd never understood the need for it ...now he guessed Teagan was the reason.

"Take a seat on one of the chairs over there " Ryan pointed to a white leather suite considering of for chairs and two couches. "Would you like something to drink " he asked boarding school manners kicking in.

As Ryan walked to the large bar and before Teagan answered regarding drinks, Ryan also asked "So Teagan tell me about yourself , do you have family?, how long were you and my dad together?, how did you met?" maybe she would say something that would help him get rid of her or at least figure out how and why his dad owned human property.

 

[Pywakit]

Teagan

"If you would like me to have a drink, I would love one," she replied to him from her seat on the leather chair. The top she wore covered her modesty, but only barely, it hung down just past the lower curve of her ass, and had she not sat upon the chair in a prim and proper manner, knees together, her sex would be on as much display as if she had been still naked.

"I have not much to tell, Master. Is my history that important? In any event, my life before I became yours is not the point; it's gone now. Over with."

She smiled, a radiant expression that seemed to light up her face. "But now, with you, I can have a new life. And the happier and more contented you are, Master, the happier and contented I will be."

She'd evaded his questions. Not something she would have ever tried with her previous master, but it was worth it to see how he'd react. After all, he wasn't the only one suddenly asked to get used to a new person in their life.

 

[Eiselmann]

Ryan walked back with two drinks , he wasn't sure whether she drank alcohol, he wasn't a big drinker himself, but considering her answer to his question about drinks in general he figured she'd answer further drink induced questions without committing to an actual decision.

So he erred on the side of caution, he handed Teagan a glass of Orange Juice and told her to drink when she didn't start straight away, while his own drink consisted of a shot of Jack Daniels and a lot of cola he took a seat next to the woman and took a sip, he tasted the alcohol he'd first touched a year ago under his fathers guidance, the old man had believed that if he was going to drink it was best to be done under adult supervision, rather than a mass of teenagers daring each other with various concoctions.

Pity he couldn't have given some guidance in this matter but then how would his dad have introduced the subject of being a slave owner...except by letter posthumously.

Her answer to his question regarding her back ground made the answer to whether she'd like a drink seem positively packed with info..."Okay if you're not prepared to tell me thats fine I guess I can't force it out of you, but if I did inherit anything from my dad its determination" Ryan took another sip and then put the drink down on a small glass table nearby.

"I will find out what I want to know " he tilted his head "Guess I'll do it the hard way" he wasn't angered just annoyed she seemed so subserviant and yet there were obviously limits to that and right now he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad.

For long moments he stared at her, "Well we can hardly have you wear my top only" he said with a smile his voice light once again " , my father has another apartment thereby I assume that was where you stayed, is that right ?, because I'd like to move you in to this apartment for now at least until I figure out what to do with you"

 

[Pywakit]

Teagan

Teagan watched her new Master over the top of her glass, sipping periodically. She was quite thirsty, but she didn't want to appear too eager to drink. Part of her previous master's preferences was that, unless otherwise ordered, she remain demure, polite, and calm. When he ordered her to become wild and at times violent, he liked the contrast.

"Yes," she said, finishing the drink finally and setting it down on a coaster on the nearby table. "When he had no need of me, your father kept me at an apartment on the east side. It's a beautiful place; not as fine as your father's, and certainly not as delightful a home as what you have here, but it suits me well. If you wish me to return there until you need me, I can make my own way there if you wish... only..." She cast her eyes down, appearing ashamed at having to finish. "...I will need money for the subway, or barring that, a ride." She glanced up, eyes wide as she hastily amended her comment: "Unless you wish for me to walk home, of course. Your desire is my delight, Master."

 

[Eiselmann]

Ryan was stunned she'd actually walk to her appartment semi naked, that seemed incredible and yet this whole situation could fall under incredible as well as many other words that could not be used in polite company. Besides he may have control of her but not of the police, she wouldn't get two minutes from this building without being arrested.

"We'll drive there" Ryan walked to the nearest phone picked the receiver and pressed a button. then he walked into his room and bit his lip, his clothes wre too big for her and while he could discreetl;y get her to his limo and onto her apartment getting to her room would be very public havig her walk around in public with her pussy exposed was asking for trouble, he walked into his ensuite and frowned for several moments.

Re-entering the main living room Tegan was exactly as he had left her, how had his dad dealt with her?, how had he managed her life? Ryan shook his head the questions seemed so very wrong in a world that had moved on from slavery.

He had a pair of cargo shorts and a belt "Put these on " he requested, thou in reality he knew it was a command " we'll take the limo to your place and then we can get some of your own clothes"

Ryan watched her dress and familar urges returned , here was a beautiful woman wlling to do anything he said , willing to fuck him of that there was no question, if he asked his friends for advise then once the laughing stopped they would tell him to fuck her...get your dick in and pound the bitch..so why wasn't he? why was he resistent ? because slavery was wrong of course...but what if to Tegan it wasn't?

 

[Pywakit]

Teagan

Teagan did as she was ordered, dressing quickly and efficiently. She pulled the belt tight against her, holding up the pants—and it was a good thing he'd given her the belt, since like the shirt, the pants were quite large. Still barefoot, she lowered her gaze and stepped up behind him, waiting for him to lead the way down to the limo.

 

[Eiselmann]

The trip to the other apartment happened without incident, traffic was heavy as always but the driver knew this particular trip and navigated it with surprising speed, the apartment building that had housed Teagan was upmarket in an upmarket part of the city, not on a par with Ryan's city home but certainly beyond the means of most people.

The lift to the eight floor opened and four doors appeared evenly spaced along a surprising small corridor, one of the doors opened and two women, both Chinese, one looked barely eighteen the other in their late thirties looked at Teagan their faces neutral,however when they looked to Ryan both sets of eyes betrayed more than recognition, the women slightly bowed and waited, what ever purpose had caused them to leave their apartment forgotten the women stood as if awaiting a command.

Ryan shook his head not sure what the explaination for the women obviously mother and daughter was ,and not at this time willing to explore he had enough dealing with Teagan his slave.

He opened Teagan's apartment door and walked in , it wasn't spartan but it was certainly not overly adorned with furniture, the living room had a corner suite and a flatscreen TV, Ryan looked at Teagan who stood still not looking to offer feedback or explaination, Ryan walked over to a side door guessing correctly that this was the bedroom where Teagan could get some of her own clothes....it was that and more.

The bed was large , easily king size on one wall a large painting showed a cruel man naked with a massive member between his legs, in his right hand he held a leash which lead to five collars around the necks of naked women of differing races on their knees facing the man. On another wall came an even more unexpected sight....uniforms , outfits he'd only seen in the more raunchy magazines he'd had access to and a couple of items that looked like they belonged to the dark ages.

Ryan spent several minutes inspecting the room and an urge really began to hit home, he wasn't happy with owning a slave but he began to understand the attraction, he turned finally to Teagan who hadn't moved the entire time he'd been in the room ...there was only one thing to say, one thing to do.

"Take off those clothes Teagan I'll have that blow job now" with that he pulled out his semi erect cock as he moved to stand beside the bed , the next words come out automatically despite being has corny as hell..."Suck my cock, bitch"

He'd taken the first step along the same path his father had.

 

[Pywakit]

Teagan

Teagan moved quickly as soon as he issued the command, almost as if she'd been waiting for him to speak those words for hours. She all but tore the clothes off her body, tossing them aside as she dropped, naked, to her knees in front of him. She took his cock in her hand, pulling it gently but firmly out of his pants, then lifted it to her lips. She licked the tip once, then pursed her lips around the tip and began teasing the hole with the tip of her tongue as she began to stroke him, coaxing him to life such that each pump brought a little bit more of him into her mouth.

 

[Eiselmann]

Ryan closed his eyes savouring the sucked cock, this was by far the best he'd had in his limited experienced but he had little doubt that should he have had a hundred blowjobs this would be up there with the best.

As his eyes opened his face turned to the large painting the man looked familar it took several long moments before he realised it was his grandfather , the old man had died ten years earlier and his memory of the man was vague but there were many photos ...how far back did this slavery thing go ?

He looked down at Teagan and watched as she progressed along his cock he let out sounds of pleasure, slave or not, right or wrong he was enjoying this.

Minutes passed and Ryan slowly moved his hips pushing his cock deeper into her mouth, there was a next natural step , he wanted to fuck her here and now , the urge to do so rose rapidly

"Okay stop now " he ordered "Get on the bed open your legs as wide as you can and play with you clit , when I enter you I want you to beg me to go faster deeper harder, you can orgasm as often as you can and you can thank me for given you that gift on each occasion"

When Teagan was in position, legs open Ryan moved his body to the bed his cock in hand and pushed his long rod into her pussy.

 

[Pywakit]

Teagan

(OOC: Sorry for the absence; things have been hectic in RL for me!)

Teagan moaned loudly as he pushed his cock up into her pussy. His shaft was slippery with her spit, and he slid into her quickly and effortlessly, filling her up and sending waves of pleasure through her body. She continued to stroke her clitoris, strumming her fingertips back and forth over the nub of tender flesh as he bottomed out inside of her.

"Oh god... yessss, master... fuck me... fuck me hard... I need your cock in me, master... fucking drill me senseless!"