Thread: The Life of a Sex Slave

Dante jerked her leash, pulling her to him so he could wrap and arm around her. He normally would not do such a thing, but he needed to get her to the grooming wing quickly, and she was walking terribly slow on her own. His hand on her waist, his other hand holding her leash, he was just close enough to talk to her in a hushed tone. I'm going to do you a favor and tell you some things about your new life so you do not find out the hard way, he said, walking down the long hall. No one will call you by your name. You will go by slave, whore, slut, bitch, cunt... But never your name. Some master's are kinder than others, so be prepared. However, we know exactly who you are. We do our research, so don't go thinking you can escape and no face consequences... We will always no where you are. Opening a set of double door, Dante set his burning green eyes on the lavish bathroom. It had multiple chairs, a large tub, razors, scissors, makeup... Everything to get a girl groomed for a man. Immediately, a maid rushed over and Dante unlatched Emily's leash. She grabbed her arm and led her over to the tub, nudging her into the warm water. Suddenly, maids came from everywhere, scrubbing and washing Emily's hair. They were not shy, some of their hands reaching down to wash Emily's breasts and between her legs. Some were as thorough as dipping their fingers inside her. You will get used to the bathing, one of the elder maids whispered to her. Dante walked over and sat in an armchair, crossing one leg over the other as he watched them bathe her. A servant appeared with a glass of scotch for him, and he took it casually. I need her ready as soon as possible, he said, lounging in the chair. In fact, I'm staying down here to make sure everything is done properly. I'm thinking she will be a hit with the men, and I want her to be handled like fine china until she is priced. The maid nodded, as if she heard that type of thing every day, and made Emily stand up in the tub, bend over and hold the edge of the tub. With her ass exposed, it made it easier for another maid to bathe her bottom and in between her luscious cheeks, careful to santitize her asshole. After being bathed in the steaming water, the flock of maids grabbed Emily and ushered her to be towel dried off, then sat her down in a leather chair with stirrups like the one in the basement. There, they strapped her legs down and immedately stared to lather her pussy with shaving cream. They were gentle, one maid shaving her with precision while the others soothed her by rubbing her thighs, stomach and breasts. They all gave her sympathetic looks, knowing she was not used to being so exposed. After being shaved, they kept her tied to the chair while they lotioned her skin, taking deep care into sensually massaging her skin. Eight hands were on her at one time, all in different areas of her body, rubbing the lotion into every nook and cranny, even tweaking her nipples in a way only a woman can do. Dante's eyes never left her body the entire time, a smirk forming on his lips at the sight of her shaved pussy. His eyebrow arched, and he crossed the room, standing between her bound legs. The maids stepped back at his presence, all getting the tools to fix her hair and makeup. Looking into her eyes, he chuckled a little, his hand reaching between in her thighs. Gently, he let his middle finger penatrate her folds, feeling her virgin hole and clit. He explored it, looking at her expression the entire time. I love a shaved pussy, he murmured, pushing the tip of his finger inside her. What do you think, slave? His voice was husky, finding humor yet pleasure in her position. Tell me, slave... You like a shaved pussy?