Thread: Leaving Home (Tyr & loneiysong)

The girls werent surprised that Olivia was a virgin, that was a most coveted feature for a new slave girl, but that she hadnt been trained or sucked a cock amazed them, not even a cock in the ass, where virginity didnt matter. A few scoffed, others felt sorry for her, simply because they realized she had no clue, and was truly going into this blind. They hoped she had a kind master that would allow for such deficiencies, for who ever had raised her, hadnt done her any service by forgoing her training. A few muttered under their breaths about how her father should have at least taught his daughter the basics. The ride across town wasnt long, for they never even got out of the business district. They pulled up to a large office building, in the center of town. Only the second stop and the first was for a dance club, that needed a new girl, they indicated for Olivia to exit the truck. One of the guards helped her down and guided her to the main desk, a brief conversation, and they were directed to the elevator and the 45th floor. The floor was occupied by a single company denoted by the impressive gilded sign J.J. Investments LLC. The guard used to such ostentatious lobbies, as most corporations of any note had such areas, both to impress their guests as well as to state their success. Stepping up the guard had a short discussion with the gorgeous almost naked receptionist, another feature meant to impress. There were told to wait a moment, before they were directed to the a large office of no other than Jeff Johnson the founder and President of this company. The large office was furnished with an impressive array of items, and pictures of Mr. Johnson, and many of those in power. The furnishings were exquisite, with a definitive masculine taste, colors tending to toward the dark and rich end. The guard quickly stepped forward, asked a few questions, and had him speak into the device, apply his thumb and accept delivery. The guard quickly withdraws, leaving Olivia to stand there, the silence is unnerving. Jeff Johnson was in his mid to late forties, a man of means, a self made man that had an eye for investments, and knew where to put his money for maximum return. His last slave had passed away in a car accident, and hed not had one for a while, as business was busy, and he just didnt feel like going through it again so soon. However, he was a man, and he had needs, and though his friends often offered up their slaves for his use, he wanted something new, something fresh, so he could start over. Younger girls usually went to older men, not only because they could afford them, but it made sense, older men had the wisdom, experience and knowledge to train the younger girls, they had the patience that a younger man did not. And the reverse was true, older women usually went to younger men, not only because they could give new masters the experience they needed, but so too their needs were at a peak, and they matched those of a young man. Prior to the slavery laws, such relationships and differences in ages might be looked down upon, but now it was clear the wisdom of these relationships. Older men felt rejuvenated by younger women, and younger men, felt mature and experienced under the tutelage of an older women. It was amazing how many misguided precepts and social norms were all screwed up prior to the slave laws. Mr. Johnson came around his desk and surveys his newest possession, never saying a word, but simply inspecting her. He briefly looked at a piece of paper on his desk, though hed already knew it by heart. Please state your name and age. And tell me why you are here, and who selected your attire and why? The tone was matter of fact, nothing about it gave any hint to the person that stood before her with a solemn and serious gaze. His voice was deep, with almost a rumbling tone to it, he clearly was used to people or slaves following his commands.