[Slave Family]

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Scott. Rhodes watched his wife and daughter descend the stairs. Their faces were
beaming , and their eyes held an expectant look. After dinner, Scott went to the kitchen
to clear away the cups and plates. His wife and daughter went up to the attic to
style . From the kitchen, Scott could hear their giggles.

Ruth, his wife, was 36 years old but still very pretty. Although her waist
was fuller than when they first married, her breasts were larger and perfectly
firm. Their daughter, Cathy, was only 17, with a slender body and a sweet,
innocent face.

The two of them excitedly
descended wore a black leather corset and black tights, with black stockings and high-heeled
shoes. Cathy wore a red bra and tight underwear, white socks, and red
shoes .

“How do we look, Daddy—” Cathy asked.

Scott didn’t answer. He opened a wooden door to a closet, inside which hung neatly strings of leather
handcuffs, shackles, and collars that could be locked from the back.

“Get black and red gear for her and me—” his wife told him. He nodded
and took out a black leather bracelet, placing it on his wife’s wrist. She turned around and
put her wrists together, which he secured with a small padlock.

“Should your elbows be cuffed too?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied. Their daughter giggled beside him. He took out another pair of handcuffs and
tightly bound them to the upper part of his wife’s arms, until her elbows were joined together. Then
he knelt down and put shackles on her ankles.

“You forgot about the collar around my neck—” she reminded him.

He didn't speak, but raised his hand and rummaged through the closet. She thought for a moment and said, "The biggest
one ."

"Are you really going to wear the biggest one?" Cathy asked her
mother

. "Won't it be easy for you to suck their penises if you wear it?" "I'll figure something out," her mother said.

Scott put the largest collar around her neck; it was three inches high and very stiff.
It forced her chin up high, and she could no longer turn her head freely.

Scott gestured and began to put red leather handcuffs on his daughter.

"Tighter, Dad," Cathy said impatiently. "Why do you always make them so loose—"

Scott tightened the buckles again, then put on elbow handcuffs, leg irons,
and the red collar.

When all the equipment was complete, Ruth and Cathy stood in front of a large mirror, looking at their
bodies .

"Do you think we should take off our tight underwear?" Ruth asked her daughter.

“Can’t you really wait until we get there to take them off?” Cathy chuckled.

“It would save us time getting to the master’s room,” Ruth said. “Besides, those men will only
tear these panties—”

“I think you like going to the master’s room with your butt exposed,” Cathy said playfully.

“Fine, that’s what I think,” Ruth admitted. “But we’ll let your father
decide .”

“Don’t ask me!!” Scott said angrily.

Ruth and Cathy looked at each other and couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay, Daddy, please help us take off our tight panties,” Cathy pleaded loudly.

Scott bent down, unlocked their shackles, closed his eyes, and took off their tight panties,
then locked them back up.

“It’s time to go,” he said.

Scott opened the door and followed the two women out of the room. As they moved about,
their expressions were proud, showing no shame for their attire or shackles. Scott, however
, shrank back. He could feel the eyes of the neighbors; everyone in the area knew that his wife
and daughter were another master's slaves.

The master's luxury car was parked on the street outside. Scott opened the back door, watched his wife and
daughter wriggle into their seats, then quickly got in, started the engine, and drove off.

Throughout the journey, his wife and daughter whispered and giggled in the back.

"I don't think your father would like us being slaves," Ruth
whispered to her daughter.

"Poor father!" Cathy whispered. After a moment, Cathy added, "When I see
the master later, I'll tell him I want to wear a cat chain on my cat."

Scott heard every word they said. As

Scott

approached the house, he picked up his driver's hat and put it on
; he had already donned his driver's uniform.

He stopped the car in front of the house, where two men in suits were already waiting. They
watched him open the car door and help his wife and daughter out. They
nodded approvingly to the woman as a greeting, then took a chain with a belt from their pockets and fastened it to
the woman's collar.

"Did you rape your wife today?" one of them asked Scott. "Mr. Richards does
n't want you to do it before he does."

"No, absolutely not," Scott quickly replied.

"And your daughter?" the other asked. “I hope you haven’t raped
any of them,”

Scott said, his voice trembling with anger. “How could I do that? She’s my daughter…”

“Please don’t be angry…” the man grinned, “I was just kidding.”

Scott’s wife laughed too, saying to the man, “He couldn’t possibly have raped me.”

“You’re not kidding, are you?” the man asked.

“Really,” Ruth said earnestly, “From the day my body belonged to its master, he could only masturbate
, only masturbate in front of my body.”

“Mom, you’re amazing,” Cathy said with a smile.

The man looked at Scott and said, “Poor man…” Then, he shook
the chains , preparing to lead Ruth and Cathy into the house.

Ruth kissed her husband’s cheek and said, “I’m afraid we’ll be here all night. Honey
, don’t wait for us.”

“Yes,” the bodyguard said, “we’ll
call you tomorrow morning when Mr. Richards and the others are finished.”

“Goodnight, Dad.” As they entered the room, Cathy turned to look at Scott.

Scott drove alone back to his own home.

All the way, he thought about himself, about the situation six months ago when he lost his job. He was
far bills, and the creditors were pressing him for repayment every day. This wasn’t a new situation; in fact,
Scott lived on borrowed money every day, and he never had a good job to support his wife and family.

Ruth worked as a receptionist at one of Richards' companies, earning a modest salary. They had many arguments and discussions about
their debts . One day, after an argument, Ruth wiped away her tears and made a
suggestion.

"I think I could borrow a personal loan from my boss," she said. "Mr. Richards
has always ; perhaps he can help us."

Every bank in town had rejected their loan request, and Scott didn't believe
Mr. would help them. But it never hurts to try, so he told her to give it a shot.

After listening to Ruth's request, Mr. Richards said he would consider it and asked Ruth to
bring her husband to Richards' home for a detailed discussion if she wanted an answer.

Ruth wasn't foolish enough to not know Richards' affection for her and could guess that he
would have additional demands. However, the heavy burden of debt had already exhausted Ruth, and she was
mentally prepared to accept any additional demands Richards might make. Besides, Mr. Richards was a handsome man, while her
husband was not only a business failure but also unable to fully satisfy her needs in bed.

So, she brought Scott to Mr. Richards' house, dressed in her most alluring clothes.

He agreed to the loan request, and his agreement far exceeded their expectations.

"I will lend you all the money you need to pay off your debts," Richards told Scott, "and I
will not charge any interest or a specific repayment period. However, I have only one request..."

"What request?" Scott asked.

"I will require your wife to come to my house sometimes, if possible, every week."

"Come? For what?"

"To serve me and my guests."

"Oh? Are we talking about a sex deal now?" Scott was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, very much." Richards glanced at Ruth and said, "And not just ordinary sex, she must
be my slave, a sex slave."

Ruth felt her vulva throbbing. “What will I do?”

“I need you to do anything,” Richards said. “But first and foremost, it’s enslavement, beatings,
even whipping.”

Scott jumped up, shouting, “I don’t want to be here anymore!!”

Ruth grabbed his arm. “Okay,” she said. “I agree. I’m willing to do
anything you ask.”

Richards looked at them calmly.

“Scott, give me some time to talk to him alone,” Ruth whispered to her husband.
“I can handle all of this.”

Scott glared at Richards but left the room.

“I want you to know that I don’t consider you a prostitute,” Richards told Ruth. “I don’t usually
buy women, but your beauty has attracted me, and I’ve liked you for a long time. I see this as an
opportunity to help you and your family, and you will fulfill my fantasies.”

“What fantasies?” she asked.

“Come with me.” He took her hand and led her through a door to a secluded room. The room
was filled with handcuffs, shackles, collars, chains, and bars and cages with chains hanging from pillars.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.

“Have you ever been bound and raped?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“Never been beaten or tortured with boards or whips?”

She shook her head again, feeling terrified, confused, and curious.

“That’s what I want you to do,” he said. “From the first moment I saw you, I longed to bind
you naked to my bed. And this is the price I paid, of course, with your
husband ’s consent.”

He led her back to the outer room, her heart still pounding.

“Can I think about it some more?” "She asked.

He didn't answer. Ruth was still somewhat confused; she felt offended, yet his flattery pleased her
; he was perfectly capable of having more women than he wanted, but he still
desired her. And the way she was bound and humiliated always excited and tempted her.

She wondered if her husband would reject Mr. Richards' offer, resolutely protecting his wife's honor
; whether he would throw Richards' money in his face and walk away with his head held high. She called
Scott , partly because she wanted..." Part of the reason for accepting was to see if Scott would firmly refuse.

No matter how intense his outward anger, Scott was too weak to object. He muttered to Ruth that she wouldn't be doing this for long, and that once his luck turned and he found a good job, he would pay back Richards' loan
with his wages . Ruth knew he would never pay back the loan, and she felt sorrow, not sorrow for her own shame astonishment that Scott would be willing to sell her to another man. They told Mr. Richards that they accepted his offer. 1-3 On Ruth's first night as Richards' slave, her feelings of shame vanished. Richards...

Rich Richards's enslavement and sexual experiences introduced Ruth to a new and pleasurable world.

Richards ordered her to strip naked and tied her breasts with a rope. On
Richards ' bed, he raped her. Richards had a strong physique, his penis erect and proud.
During Richards's rape, Ruth experienced a strange orgasm.

She thought that after being raped by Richards, she would be sent home. But that was only the beginning of the night.
Afterwards, Richards enslaved her mind and pounded her body in different ways. That
night , she experienced her first multiple orgasms. When Richards and she finished
everything that night, she was exhausted, but extremely excited.

Back home, Scott wanted to know what had happened and began to question her. Ruth, fearing that her
affair would embarrass her husband, initially refused to speak. However, Scott kept pressing her for answers, and after
several days , Ruth finally gave in to his persistent questioning and told him what had happened that night.

They had just finished dinner, and Cathy wasn't home. Ruth told Scott how she obediently
undressed; how she had orgasmed while Richards was whipping her;
how her nipples were clamped with nipple clamps; how she crawled on the floor carrying
Richards she was collared and forced to lick the floor like a dog.

As Ruth recounted her experience, her body began to
feel her nipples hardened, and her breasts throbbed violently.

She left the table, ran back to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes, and began to masturbate. She rolled
around on the bed, spreading her legs wide and rubbing her breasts vigorously with her hands . While masturbating, she imagined Mr. Richards enslaving and torturing her—when she opened her eyes , she saw Scott watching her, watching her pussy with fingers inserted. The sight of her masturbating under her husband's gaze only amplified her excitement. Ruth continued her actions, and soon she reached orgasm. Scott simply watched her silently, surprisingly aroused by Ruth's narration and the scene of masturbation . When Ruth looked at him, she was pleased to see his trousers bulging. Ruth began to tease him; she started touching her husband, and they slept together. However, Scott was truly a pitiful man, always unable to penetrate, thinking he was merely a substitute for Mr. Richards. Cathy also noticed her mother's change, initially choosing silence. But one night, she saw her mother talking to Richards on the phone. On the phone, Richards told Ruth she had to come over that night and described in detail how he would enslave and rape her. Cathy overheard something and was puzzled. The phone call with Richards had excited Ruth, and after hanging up, she went to her bedroom and began masturbating. She lay on the bed, stroking her naked body. She heard the door open, but without opening her eyes, she assumed it was her husband, Scott. She continued stroking her breasts and spread her legs. “Do you like watching?” she moaned, assuming Scott was watching. “I’m imagining Mr. Richards whipping me down there—” “Okay, Mom, please continue,” Cathy said. Ruth opened her eyes, gasping in surprise. Cathy was standing in the hallway outside the door, not her husband. She quickly grabbed the bedspread and covered her naked body. “Cathy, get out of here—” she shouted. “No,” Cathy said. “What’s wrong? Who is Mr. Richards?” Ruth collapsed, unsure how to answer her daughter’s question. She looked at Cathy’s face, hoping Cathy would stop asking about it. But Cathy surprised her. She hugged her mother and said, “I know something happened between you and Dad, but I don’t think you did anything wrong.” “It certainly wasn’t a good thing,” Ruth said. “I think I’m a prostitute now, I’ve sold myself to someone.” “Dad didn’t sell you, did he?” “Both of us agreed to it.” “I think you were more willing,” Cathy said. “Why?” Ruth asked. “You were obviously happy, and Dad wasn’t,” Cathy said. “And I’m not blind, I’ve always seen you seducing him in those sexy new clothes. Did Mr. Richards order you to do that too?” “No. It was my own idea,” Ruth admitted. “I let your father watch me masturbate, and that really aroused me.” “I can’t say I’m complaining about you,” Cathy said. “You think it was Dad, not me, who opened the door?” Ruth blushed. “I thought he was looking at me.” “Good, you’re really sexy. You should work in one of those perverted places.” Ruth was shocked. “How much do you know about those places?” “I’ve heard some,” Cathy said. “I’ve heard people talk about those places. I think you ’d be perfect for that. I guarantee you’d make a fortune.” “Cathy!” Ruth could only smile bitterly at her daughter’s accusations. Perhaps feeling that her accusations were a bit too harsh on her mother, Cathy sat on the bed, rested her chin on her mother’s palm, and said, “Tell me, did Mr. Richards really whip you?” “He did whip me.” “And you liked his whipping?” “Yes.” “Wow!” Cathy was surprised. “Tell me everything, please?” Ruth knew that her secret door had been opened, and she couldn’t hide anything from her daughter. So , she confessed everything to Cathy. Cathy found it hard to understand, but she still helped her mother prepare for Richards’ house. She did her mother’s hair and makeup and helped her get dressed. Then she sat up, preparing to tell her mother what had happened that evening when she returned the next day. When Scott came in and found Cathy in Ruth's room, he knew that his daughter was also there.

She knew and accepted her mother's status as a slave.

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The first time, Ruth reached orgasm while being whipped. Richards
increased her torture that week. She was whipped more violently, with larger and more painful whips used.
She bravely endured it and was glad she could withstand the harsher whipping.

When she returned home, the whip marks remained on her body. She was proud of these marks,
even proud enough to want her husband and daughter to see them.

When Scott woke up the next day, he saw his wife sitting naked on her own bed.
Cathy was behind her, applying a medicine to the whip marks on her mother's back.

They were talking quietly. "How did you get so many marks?" Cathy asked.

"Mr. Richards chained my hands to a wooden frame, and then he whipped me
for a long time," Ruth said.

"I wonder what kind of whip he used to leave these marks," Cathy asked.

“Oh, that’s a whip with many forks, they call it ‘Nine-Tailed Cat’,” her mother told
her. “It’s made of red cowhide—”

“But the whip marks on your legs are different from these. What happened to them?” Cathy asked.

Hearing her daughter ask about the whip marks on her legs, Ruth couldn’t help but groan: “They were from a horsewhip. The
leather is very hard, and the whip is very long. When it hits the skin, it burns like hell.”

“So, you hate it, don’t you?”

“Oh, of course.” Ruth smiled.

“Does he have many whips?”

“At least a dozen,” her mother told her. “Some of them are very frightening.
So far , he hasn’t used them on me, but I’m sure he will one day
.”

“Frightening? What kind of whips are they?”

“He has a very large whip made of raw hide, one that could absolutely shatter my bones.”
After thinking for a moment, Ruth added, “And another kind, a very small one that I feel ashamed just thinking about.”

“What kind of whip is that?” Cathy asked.

“It’s made of rubber and has a lot of barbs at the end,” Ruth told her.
“But the thought of it being used on me there excites me and humiliates me.”

“Where?”

“It’s used on my cat,” Ruth said.

“Oh my God!” Cathy screamed. “Your cat, isn’t that easy to hurt
?”

“It’s fine,” her mother said. “I’m mentally prepared, and besides, I’ve been looking forward to that whip ever since I
saw it.”

Scott listened outside the door for a while, then quietly left.

Ruth told her husband that Mr. Richards might have arranged a job for him. She gave him
Richards’ office phone number and said that Richards’ secretary would arrange everything.

Scott didn’t want to work for the man who raped his wife, but being unemployed for so long wasn’t a solution,
so he made a call.

Richards’ secretary brought Scott to Richards, who offered him a job.
“You will be working in the company’s fleet, driving guests from the airport to my company. You
will be , so you will have plenty of time to get the job done,” Richards told him, adding
that the salary he offered was very generous.

Scott had intended to talk to Mr. Richards about his wife and himself, and some of his thoughts,
but in the end, he didn't. He accepted the job and salary Richards offered him.

Scott was given a driver's uniform, and they told him he didn't need to wear it at all
. His job was easy, and he spent most of his time at home as an employee,
lazily doing trivial tasks. After receiving a few paychecks, a phone call
summoned him to Richards' office.

“So far, I am very satisfied with your work,” Richards said. “I will therefore give you an
important task. There is a female sex slave who frequently comes to my house, and she always
drives . I am afraid that when we finish and she drives home alone, she
will fall asleep in the car because she is tired. I want you to drive this slave to my house.”

Scott’s face turned pale. “I believe what you are saying now, this slave is Ruth Rhodes,
my wife.”

Richards feigned surprise, looked at Scott, and said, “Yes, that’s right. You are her
husband ? I forgot, I’m sorry—”

Scott glared at him.

“Very good, that makes things more convenient.” Richards said, “You can use my car at night
to take her to my house, and then you can come and take her home when we finish.”

Scott stared at Richards for a moment, then lowered his eyes. “Yes, sir.”

A few days later, a large box was delivered to Scott’s house. Cathy opened the box and
took out dozens of slave items. There were leather handcuffs and collars, leg irons and blindfolds, gags, a dildo
, a fake penis, and an anal plug. Cathy was bewildered; she sat on the floor, staring at
them .

When her father returned, he saw them too.

“What are all these things?” he asked.

“Mother’s master sent them,” Cathy said. “They told me to tell her that
starting , she’ll be wearing these things to her master’s house.”

“Her master?” Scott said incredulously.

“Of course, what do you think she should call him? That’s her job, she’s a slave, and he’s
her master, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t that troublesome?” Scott said.

“Of course not, Father, I think it’s very romantic and charming.”

That evening, Ruth was preparing to go to Richards’ house again. Scott was about to drive his wife
there when his grey luxury car pulled up on the side of the road outside. Scott slowly sipped his coffee, and Ruth…
Scott was chatting and laughing upstairs with Cathy—when Ruth came down, Scott glanced at her. She was only wearing underwear,
stockings, and shoes.

“You should be dressed,” Scott told her. “We have plenty of time.”

“What I’m wearing now is my clothes,” his wife said. “
Starting , my master wants me to look more like a slave. I think I should be wearing not clothes, but
the slave gear he’s sent.”

“Did he specify that you should be dressed so scantily?” Scott pointed to her body.

“I think Mother should be naked,” Cathy said.

“Actually, he really wants me naked,” she replied. “But he hasn’t said it explicitly.
So tonight, I’ll be wearing only panties and a bra. I’m sure he thinks I’m wearing too much.”

“Yes, maybe he’ll punish you,” Cathy laughed.

Her mother smiled and shrugged. “The master likes to tear my panties. Anyway,
I’ll be naked when I get home.”

She turned to her husband. “There’s one more thing. To make me look more like a slave, I need to
wear some enslavement gear. So I need you to help me put these on—” She pointed to the handcuffs and
collar.

“Which ones?” he asked.

“Mom and I chose these,” Cathy said, handing him a matching pair of chain shackles.

It was a heavy set of chained equipment, including a collar, handcuffs, and leg irons, weighing over
ten kilograms. Scott, smoking a cigarette, silently helped his daughter put on the collar and
leg irons for Ruth. When they were putting on the handcuffs, she insisted that they cuff her hands behind her back.

She was very happy when they met her request and equipped her. Scott
draped a large overcoat over his wife, then, supporting her shoulders, opened the front
door. Ruth saw the car outside and followed him out. As she reached the door, she winked at her
daughter and shook her shoulders, letting

her trench coat fall to the ground. Cathy stopped smiling and calmly watched her mother, dressed only in her underwear and fully shackled,
cross the grass. Scott didn't notice any of this until they reached the car, where he saw his wife's
appearance. He quickly pushed her into the car, then, panting, returned to the driver's seat and started
the engine.

Cathy got in and, looking at the slave equipment scattered on the floor, stripped off her clothes and
began trying out the equipment.

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At midnight, Scott returned home with his slave wife.
When , they saw Cathy's shackled face. Her wrists were locked behind her body and her ankles
were chained together. Her face was covered by a leather blindfold and a large gag.

Ruth's body was completely naked, and her hands were still tightly chained behind her body. Just as she
expected, her master tore her underwear and punished her. Her body was covered in pink
whip marks. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup ruined, and she
was exhausted. But when she saw her daughter, she smiled.

Scott stared at Cathy as if stunned.

“You’d better untie her,” Ruth told him.

He removed the shackles from Cathy’s neck and the handcuffs binding her hands and feet, and Cathy shamefully
removed her father unbuttoned the gag behind her head, she blushed and
ran to her room, trying to cover her exposed breasts and genitals.

Scott was furious at Cathy’s self-slavery; he complained to Ruth, and they began
to argue. Ruth also knew Cathy’s behavior was wrong, and she didn’t want her daughter to be like this. But she
knew that her secret, now known to her daughter, had deeply intrigued her.

Ruth had a conversation with her daughter, wanting her to understand how
dangerous . Cathy listened politely and nodded, promising she wouldn't do
it again.

Ruth tried to teach Cathy a lesson, to make her understand the pain of enslavement and prevent her from ever doing it again. She
took the largest possible dildo and inserted it into Cathy's mouth, then put a rubber mask over Cathy's face
to prevent her from spitting it out. She dressed Cathy in leather straitjackets, tightening
the belts until Cathy protested incoherently. Then, she chained Cathy to
the bed before turning off the light in her daughter's room and closing the door.

She told Scott that Cathy was feeling unwell and that she wasn't going to feed her.

Ruth kept Cathy chained to the bed for a long time, finally releasing her at ten o'clock. Cathy
's eyes were red and swollen from crying. As she straightened her arms, she groaned softly,
the red marks from the tight straps and mask on her skin. As she stood up, she hugged her
mother .

"Thank you, Mom," she whispered. "It was a strange feeling."

She swayed into the bathroom, and when she reappeared, she was wearing
the same trench coat Ruth had worn the day before. Ruth went to the kitchen and returned with some snacks and milk.

"Have you ever had an orgasm while being bound for a long time?" Cathy asked her mother.

"I've never been bound in one place for so long," Ruth replied. "My master often
changed my binding position, and he never tied my legs together; they were always spread wide."

"That's unfortunate. You should experience what it feels like to be bound for a long time," Cathy said.

"Yes, I'd like to know too." Ruth fell silent.

Ruth gave up trying to control her daughter's self-slavery; she only asked Cathy to promise not to let
her father see her naked. Cathy agreed and promised never to let her father see her
naked. Scott was unhappy but used to it, returning home to find his daughter in such a state of self-slavery. Moreover,
Cathy kept her promise; she was never naked when her father found her.

Her mother, though gentle, also had her moments of anger. That anger stemmed from the constant discovery that her
daughter's favorite spot was on her parents' bed.

“I don’t know why you can’t do these things in your own bed,” she began to complain to her
daughter.

“My bed is too small,” Cathy explained. “I can’t stretch out enough. Maybe you should buy me
a king-size bed.”

“I’m sure your father would agree to buy you a king-size bed.”

“How big is your master’s bed?” Cathy asked.

“Very big, very big.”

Mr. Richards gave Ruth a raise and made her work easier, even
allowing her to work outside the office. As she had to go to Richards’ house every night, she certainly couldn’t work
too hard. Everyone in the office knew about Richards and Ruth, but Ruth didn’t care.
In fact, she was quite happy to be the subject of gossip.

That day, Scott went to work, and Cathy returned home from school. Ruth went into her daughter’s
room and saw her naked, restrained daughter. Cathy’s face was covered with a gag and a leather
blindfold, and her body was bound by shackles and leather restraints.

Ruth shook her head and went downstairs. After busying herself with some tasks, Ruth glanced at the clock and decided
it was time to release Cathy from her bonds. She went to Cathy's room again—

"Why have you released me?" she asked her mother, "It's only noon."

"Now is my time," Ruth said. "I also want to know what it
feels like ."

Cathy was eager: "Okay, Mother."

They went to Ruth's room, and Ruth began to undress. Cathy went downstairs and brought out a lot
of enslavement equipment.

"What kind of bondage do you want?" she asked Ruth, "Parallel shackles?"

"No, I used those at the master's house. I want to use the leather restraints I used to bind you last time."

"Okay, no problem."

Ruth knelt on the bed and allowed her daughter to bind her body with the leather restraints.
Cathy used more leather straps, binding her mother tightly.

“I’m trying out the method I used in my first lesson with you,” Ruth told her daughter.
“I wanted you to know how uncomfortable it is to be bound, so you wouldn’t be curious.”

“It didn’t work,” Cathy said with a laugh. “It had the opposite effect.”

“I know,” Ruth said. “I mentioned it to prevent you from seeking revenge.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you want revenge, tie these straps tighter and put more enslavement
gear .”

“No problem, Mother.”

Cathy pulled her mother’s arms as far as possible to her shoulders, tightened the straps, then
bent her legs and locked them. Then she added a collar and a leather hood,
connecting two chains from near the hood to the shackles on Ruth’s feet,
forcing Ruth’s head up.

“Can you still breathe?” Cathy asked her mother.

“Yes. But please do me a favor and tighten each buckle to the last slot.”

When Cathy finished, only Ruth’s fingers and toes could move. Cathy began
gagling Ruth with a ball and blindfold, leaving her helpless. In
this state of utter despair, her feline body was burning with fever.

Cathy left her mother and made herself lunch. She remained naked, occasionally changing the enslavement gear on
her body . She talked to friends on the phone, watched television, and sometimes
checked on her mother in her room.

She placed her fingers in her mother's hand and said, "If you want to be untied, press my fingers. If you
want to remain bound, press twice." But all afternoon, she only received two finger
presses .

It was time for her father to come home, and Cathy reluctantly ran back to her room, found a shirt and
shorts, and put them on. Her father was such a rigid hypocrite; he didn't even like her being naked in his own home.

She removed the gag from her mother's bowling ring and asked, "Dad'll be back soon.
Do you want to get up now?"

"No," Ruth said. "Put my gag away and leave here until you want to sleep
. Tell your father I said that."

"Good heavens! Mom, you've been in bed for six hours," Cathy said. "Aren't you
tired of it ?"

"No, I'm fine."

After Cathy told Scott about her mother's condition, he just listened indifferently. He went upstairs to check
on his wife in bed, but said nothing.

Cathy made dinner, and then they ate together in front of the television. At 11 o'clock, Scott went
upstairs the bedroom and untied Ruth. Ruth could no longer stand; her arms and legs were numb
and painful, but her face wore an expression of extreme pleasure.

Once her blood had flowed, Ruth said, "Cathy, go back to your bed." Then she closed
the door and sat down on the bed. "Sit in that chair," she told her husband. “And take your cock out of your
pants. When I play, I want you and my pussy to orgasm at the same time.”

Cathy, who was peeping outside, grinned. She left the room, returned to her bed, and played with
her own pussy, reaching orgasm as well.

A few months after Ruth became a slave, she caught a bad case of the flu. That night, she
was supposed to go to her master's house, but she was too sick to go.

Cathy offered to go instead.

Ruth flatly refused Cathy's suggestion. Playing the game of slavery at home was one thing; allowing her
daughter to go to her master's house was another; they were fundamentally different.

“This family must serve the master,” Cathy said. “If we don't go, he might cancel
our deal with him.”

“This isn't your deal,” Ruth said. “It's your father and mine. We sold me into a sex
slave , not you.”

“I know, but I might one day follow in your footsteps and become someone's sex slave.” Cathy
“I just want to gain a little experience,” Cathy said.

“This is no joke,” Ruth said. “You can’t go there, that’s the final decision.”

“Okay, Mom,” Cathy said.

Cathy and her father made dinner and put enough
cold medicine for a bull in the soup they were making for her mother. Soon, Ruth fell into a deep sleep.

Cathy told Scott she was going to see a movie. So she drove to the master’s
house . She got out of the car, put the handcuffs on her wrists, and took the shackles in her hands. She was wearing
a loose shirt, and underneath, sexy lingerie. She had thought about being naked, but she decided that it
was better to be dressed for the first night.

As she got out of the car, a tall bodyguard was standing at the door. She was very nervous;
she took a deep breath and walked over.

“Good evening, sir. I am Ruth’s daughter. My mother is ill, so I am here in her place.”

The guard looked at her and asked, “Does the master know you are coming?”

“No, sir.”

“I’m not sure if the master would like this.”

Cathy felt a sense of panic. What if they took her home?

“Please take me in, sir.”

The guard opened the door, gesturing for Cathy to enter. Cathy went inside and then returned to the guard’s
side : “Could you put shackles on me, sir?”

She
felt

Ruth didn’t learn that her daughter had gone to her master’s house until the next morning. Although Cathy was physically
exhausted, she was very happy and proud of her actions.

“I don’t think you should have gone to Master’s house at all,” Ruth said sadly. “You’re too
young .”

“I’m already quite old, Mother,” Cathy said. “Besides, Master really likes that I’m still a
virgin .”

Ruth knew her daughter had lost her virginity a year ago, when Cathy had confided
the . Even so, Ruth felt sad for her daughter, who had become
a slave at such a young age.

“Did Master hurt you?” Ruth asked.

“He didn’t penetrate me, Mother,” Cathy said. “I’m lucky.”

“He really didn’t penetrate you?”

“Yes, Mother. I was a little scared at first. But Master accepted me, and
it ’s all over now. I had a lot of fun.”

“What happened?” Ruth asked.

“The man at the door led me to the master. I was wearing a shirt and underwear, handcuffs on my hands,
and the man at the door put shackles on my feet. I told the master that he was sick and that I would take his place. At first
, he wasn’t very happy and kept asking me how old I was.”

“How did you tell him?”

“I lied. I told him I was 18.”

“Oh, Cathy.”

“That was just a white lie. Mom, I’ll be 18 next month.”

“I know.” Ruth sighed.

“Anyway,” Cathy continued, “I told him I knew what my responsibilities were
and that I was prepared. I don’t think the master believed me, so he put me aside for a
test.”

“What did he do?”

“He made me kneel on the ground, and the guards tied me to a post. Then he told me to suck
the guards’ penises.”

“Oh, dear,” Ruth cried sadly.

“It was really good, Mom,” Cathy said. “I didn’t mind, in fact, I liked doing it.
So I sucked on the guard, and he quickly ejaculated on my face.”

“And then?”

“Master called another guard, and I sucked on him too.”

“There were two guards in there,” Ruth said.

“Those guards were definitely adults,” Cathy said. “I mean, their penises were really big.”

“I know,” her mother said. “I’ve sucked their penises myself.”

After a moment, Cathy said proudly, “Then I started sucking Master’s penis, and he really
liked it when I sucked his penis, I could feel it.”

“You’re such a good girl,” her mother said sarcastically.

“Then he took off my clothes and started slapping me.”

“Nothing else.”

“Raped me? No, he didn’t,” Cathy said. “The rest of the time, he just tied me up, and
I liked that feeling. Before the guard brought me back, he made me take a shower and clean myself
up . He’s a really good man.”

“That’s strange.” “Ruth was puzzled. “I never cleaned myself there. When the master let me
come back , I was always a mess.”

“Perhaps I told him that my father didn’t know I was at the master’s house, and besides, I couldn’t
go home covered in semen, so he let me use their bathroom.”

“Then he really is a good man. Which guard was he?”

“Lennon. And he even watched me shower.” Cathy chuckled. “He unlocked my handcuffs, and
while he was watching me shower, he masturbated. So, while he was watching, I also masturbated.
Now I know why you like to tease Dad while masturbating.” Ruth

called her master and apologized for failing to fulfill her duties as a slave.
Richards kindly told her that her daughter had beautifully completed the task for her. Ruth felt pain and
jealousy; she was truly afraid that her master would fall for her daughter—what would she do then?

Richards told her to rest and recover from her cold; he would need her again once she was better.

Scott was unaware that his daughter had also gone to Richards' house; both Ruth and Cathy had
kept the events of that night a secret from him. Cathy continued attending school, only returning home on weekends
to practice self-slavery with her mother.

The next few times, Ruth went alone; Cathy felt very...
Disappointed, Ruth felt a sense of relief, knowing her master wasn't particularly interested in Cathy.

Some time later, her master told Ruth he was preparing a party and needed her to be
ready to receive guests. He asked if Cathy could come, telling her they would have a wild time.

Ruth hesitated for a long time, finally telling Cathy with some pain. Cathy, upon hearing this, screamed with excitement
.

That evening, Ruth went downstairs first. She told her husband that Cathy would be
going to her master's house with her that day. Surprisingly, Scott didn't protest, as if he had known
this happen. Cathy hesitantly came downstairs, wearing only tight underwear and
high heels.

"Don't be angry, Daddy," she said. "I really want to go with Mommy."

"Like your mother, do you want to give yourself to that man?" Scott said.

"I want to be a slave like Mommy," Cathy said.

“Your mother was sold into slavery, that was unavoidable,” Scott said. “But
why do you want to do the same?”

“Perhaps you should auction me off too,” Cathy said playfully. “I bet I’m old
enough to fetch a good price.”

“Alright, enough joking,” Ruth said. “Put us in shackles and let’s go.”

That night’s party was unforgettable for Ruth and Cathy; all the guests were prominent figures.
Ruth and Cathy were bound naked to a specially made wooden frame and subjected to countless whippings.
After the frenzied rape; a dozen men raped them. Their bodies endured penetration,
and their mouths were filled with other penises. Their bodies were covered in sticky sweat and countless drops of semen.

When the guests left, Mr. Richards took Ruth’s body; before that, he had merely watched
with interest as his guests whipped and raped the two women. Ruth was proud; she knew she was
her master’s favorite slave.

The guards, on the other hand, took Cathy's body. Like a duck, she was
repeatedly . She enjoyed it; she loved sex, enslavement, and torture. In her final moments, she
begged her master to allow her to come with her mother and be used by the guards.

Richards generously agreed and permitted all his male staff to use Cathy. Cathy was
overjoyed; though she was too weak to move, a radiant
smile .

That night, both Ruth and Cathy were carried into Scott's car by the guards.

From that day on, Cathy could go to her master's room with her mother. Although the master also whipped
and tortured her, he mostly focused on Ruth, especially since he never penetrated
Cathy's body; his only target was her mother—Ruth. It was clear
that Ruth was his favorite.

Cathy was happy to be used by different people, each with their own preferred style of torture and enslavement.
Moreover, the master's male servants were so young and handsome; they always tormented her gently, and each time
Cathy to beg them to tie her to the bed. The guards were even better; they were all adults and
had learned excellent enslavement techniques from their master.

The head servant was the best; he was middle-aged and never smiled. He knew all the
sensitive , and he liked to whip her with a cane, making Cathy cry and
scream every time. His whipping was skillful; whenever Cathy couldn't take it and was about to faint, he would change the angle and
force. He whipped Cathy's buttocks and genitals, and Cathy's screams always carried far into the night.

He liked to enter Cathy from behind, and for many days afterward, Cathy couldn't sit up properly.

The only male employee the master forgot was Scott. While his wife and daughter
endured torture and rape in the master's house, he could only wait silently in his car.

Before the second slave gathering even began, Ruth felt a longing in her heart. But when that
day actually arrived, she was still a little nervous, because she didn't know what new surprises awaited
them.

Scott waited for his wife and daughter after the wild party. He drove them home, and they remained silent
the entire way . Their eyes were fixed on the scenery outside the window; they avoided eye contact,
always turning their faces away whenever their eyes almost met.

When they arrived home, Cathy quickly went to her room and closed the door. Ruth spent
a long time in the bathroom before going to her daughter's room. Cathy turned away, saying nothing.

"It's all over now," Ruth said. "We couldn't do anything about it; we could only try to
forget about today, and we still have to live our lives—"

"I know, Mom," Cathy said. "I'm fine; I just want some peace and quiet."

Scott stood in the living room. "Did something bad happen?" he asked his wife.

"Believe me, you don't need to know," Ruth said, closing Cathy's bedroom door.

“Damn it, tell me!”

“Scott, please stop asking.”

He glared at her and said, “What happened? Tell me.”

Ruth sighed and said, “The master’s guests tonight were scoundrels. After we did
what we usually do, they came up with a new idea—”

“Go on.”

She looked at him fearfully and told him, “They tied us together and made
us eat each other’s pussy.”

“What?” Scott sighed in disbelief.

Ruth sighed again and began to slowly recount what had happened that day: “They tied me to the bed,
spread my legs, and then put Cathy on top of me. A pillow supported me, forcing my head
into Cathy’s crotch. They pressed Cathy’s head into my crotch as well, and to prevent Cathy from lifting her
head, they tied Cathy’s head to my genitals with rope. Then, they ordered us to lick each other’s
pussy until we orgasmed.”

“Couldn’t you have just pretended to orgasm?” Scott was getting exasperated.

“We can’t do that,” she replied quietly.

“Why?”

“We have to be real.”

“The two of you?”

“Yes,” Ruth said firmly.

The next day, at breakfast, Cathy said to her mother, “I didn’t sleep much last night. I thought about it
all night.”

“Because you licked me,” her mother said calmly.

Cathy lowered her head and said, “Mother, we are slaves, and slaves have no right to choose. Slaves
must do whatever they are told to do.”

Ruth placed her hand on Cathy’s head and said, “I know, dear.”

“We can, and we must, do those things.”

“Yes.”

3-2

More rumors circulated about Ruth and Mr. Richards, but Ruth didn’t care about them at all. To please her
master and to attract him even more, she spent more time, joined a bodybuilding club,
and hired a full-time coach. She trained daily and ate healthier food.
Her appearance became more beautiful, and her demeanor more elegant.

She bought expensive clothes and changed them frequently, frequenting beauty salons.
Now , Ruth had become more like a noble and elegant woman, attracting countless men's
gazes as she walked the streets. Her master was also pleased, not only with her beauty but also with a new
advantage: she healed her whip marks much faster.

She had come to terms with the marks on her body with equanimity. During her annual routine physical examination, she
had just endured a whipping by her master. At the hospital, the nurses and doctors saw the marks.

The doctor was surprised: "What happened to your body?"

"Nothing," she said calmly.

"You look like you've been beaten," the doctor said. "If you've experienced domestic violence, you
should report it to the police; the law will protect you."

Ruth shook her head and explained to the doctor how she got the whip marks. She
told the doctor about her master's hobbies, though she didn't reveal his name. She told the doctor that her master was undoubtedly
not her husband and that she was absolutely consenting.

"I'm a masochist," she finally told the doctor.

The doctor was shocked and told her that her lifestyle was dangerous. He tried to warn her that whoever her
master was, he must be ill. If things got serious, he might seriously harm her, even kill
her. He suggested her master come to him for psychological treatment.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Ruth told the doctor, “but I’m happy with my life now.
I trust my master and am prepared to be his slave forever, as long as he wants me.”

“And what about your husband and your daughter?” the doctor asked. “You can’t keep this a
secret forever; they’ll find out eventually.”

Ruth absolutely refused to tell the doctor what her husband and daughter knew. She said, “That’s not what you need to
worry about . All you need to do now is examine me.”

When the examination was over, Ruth reminded the nurse and doctor that what she had told them was a personal secret
and that they were not allowed to tell the police.

The doctor shrugged and agreed.

Ruth smiled and left them. As she crossed the parking lot, the nurse caught up with her.

“Mrs. Rhodes, I have to ask you some questions,” she said.

“What’s the problem?”

“Is everything you just said true?”

“Yes. Every single word.”

“I’m so sorry, it sounds so unbelievable, I…” The nurse hesitated, somewhat
embarrassed .

“I understand,” Ruth said. “A year ago, I wouldn’t have believed it either. But now, it’s true
. I am a slave, a sex slave. I love how my master binds me, tortures me, rapes me.
I think my life now is like heaven.”

“How did you accept it so calmly?”

“There are probably two reasons,” Ruth said. “On the one hand, I’m a shameless slut; on the other
hand , being a slave frees you from all your troubles. Do you think I’m contradicting myself?”

“I don’t think you’re a slut. I admire your honesty and confidence. I…I…I really don’t know
how to say it.” The nurse seemed unable to speak.

“Do you want someone to torture you?” Ruth asked softly.

The nurse blushed and nodded.

"Do you have a husband, or a boyfriend?"

"A boyfriend. But I can't tell him I want him to torture me; I'm afraid he'll think I'm a bad
woman."

"You might be surprised," Ruth said. "Go home tonight, tell him, and have him
tie you to the bed. I bet he'll jump for joy."

Because of her master's favor, Ruth had become proud and somewhat complacent. Her master noticed this and
began to intentionally punish her so she would understand her place. He told the head servant about his idea, because
the head servant's cane was definitely the best weapon for punishing women.

That night, the master began to play with and torture Cathy, while handing Ruth over to the head servant. The head servant led
Ruth to a pillar, ordered her to kneel, and then tied her hands to the pillar. Ruth's
legs were spread wide and bound to her thighs. Thus, Ruth's buttocks and breasts
were fully and undisguisedly exposed.

As the head servant's cane mercilessly lashed Ruth's genitals, Ruth felt pain she had never
felt , and she couldn't help but let out a piercing scream. The head servant placed a gag in Ruth's mouth,
so Ruth could only silently endure the beating.

After toying with and tormenting Cathy, the master handed her over to the guards. Cathy was an absolutely
good slave; she knelt on the ground, waiting for each guard to put their penis in her mouth. As she sucked the
guards' penises, her eyes kept glancing at her mother, who was enduring the whipping. In fact, the moment her
mother let out her first scream, Cathy's vulva began to throb violently; in her heart, she also
hoped for her master's punishment.

The master ordered the head servant that the punishment of Ruth should not be lenient. And so, the cane, like a venomous snake...
Not only were her buttocks whipped, but her breasts were also whipped intermittently. When the cane was used to whip Ruth's genitals, her
body reached its limit; she convulsed continuously, and even with a gag in her mouth, her shrill screams
still escaped intermittently.

Finally, she fainted.

When the guards dragged his wife out, Scott was still dozing in the car. Ruth only had her eyes open;
she had no strength left and was passively led to the car by the guards. When the guards threw her
onto the car seat, the excruciating pain in her lower body triggered her, and she screamed loudly.

The guards shrugged and went inside, and then they led out Cathy, who still had a leather belt around her neck.
Cathy helped her mother lie face down on the seat and then held her mother's head in her arms.
Ruth cried all the way home.

When they got home, Scott and Cathy helped Ruth to her bed. Ruth lay on
the bed, her lower body red and swollen from the cane whipping. Cathy fetched some ointment and carefully applied it to her mother,
who groaned intermittently as she did so. She cried all night.

The next morning, blisters appeared on her genitals from the beating. She refused Scott's
suggestion to take her to the hospital. Cathy, realizing the severity of her mother's injuries, and her father reapplied
the ointment to Ruth and covered her with a cool towel.

"I think it's time to break off the agreement with your damned master," Scott said. "If
we really owe him money, I don't care. But he's gone too far. You've suffered
to the limit, the shame and pain."

"Don't be silly," Ruth said, closing her eyes. "I don't feel any pain."

"Do you think you're enjoying it?" "

Yes," Ruth said firmly. "

Ridiculous. Can you even stand up now?" Scott said. "You can only lie in bed, your
legs covered in bruises."

"What I'm satisfied with and enjoying is between my legs." Scott was puzzled. He shook his head and left
the room.

“Poor Dad, he’ll never understand,” Cathy said.

Ruth nodded and took Cathy’s hand.

“Maybe we can tie Dad up too, and then whip him,” Cathy suggested. “Perhaps
then Dad will understand us.”

“Maybe,” Ruth whispered.

“I bet Dad
will look very handsome when he’s stripped naked, hung up, and whipped by a lady.”

“You shouldn’t be thinking about your father’s naked body,” Ruth said.

“I know, Mom, I’m sorry.” Cathy couldn’t control her thoughts and giggled.
“Besides, if Dad becomes a slave, who will drive us around?”

Ruth laughed too. “Do me a favor, honey. Tie my hands and feet to the bed. I can enjoy the feeling of being imprisoned
now .”

A few hours later, Scott went into the bedroom again. His wife was fast asleep, her arms and legs
tightly bound with wide strips of cloth spread across the bed. Scott then went to his daughter’s room. Cathy was lying
in bed, talking to her friend on the phone.

Cathy, her hands and feet shackled, covered the receiver with her handcuffed hand when her father entered, asking,
"What is it, Dad—"

"Why is your mother tied to the bed?" he asked.

"She asked me to tie her up," Cathy said, "so she won't roll around in her sleep
."

Scott snorted incredulously and walked away. Cathy removed her hand and continued
talking to her friend on the phone.

A few days later, Ruth was lying in her bed, enjoying herself. A black leather restraint was tightly
bound . Cathy had tied her up and left so her mother
could drift off to sleep in her fantasies. Ruth was experiencing the novelty of a chastity belt, which she had found and bought at a sex shop. It was
made of thin leather and metal chains, and could be tightly attached to her genitals.

She was very pleased with the new chastity belt. Her face was gagged with a ball and blindfolded with leather. As
she reveled in the pleasure of bondage, her daughter rushed up the stairs.

"Mama, you have to get up! Grandma Rhodes is here; she's just outside." As
she spoke , Cathy frantically helped her mother untie the ropes and shackles.

Once her hands were free, Rose quickly removed the gag and blindfold. "Go downstairs, hold her off, I
'll be right there," Rose said breathlessly.

By the time Cathy reached the bottom of the stairs, the doorbell had rung twice. Cathy took a breath and calmly
opened the door. "Grandma—" Cathy happily opened her arms and hugged her grandmother.

"Hello, my dear," Mrs. Rhodes also embraced her granddaughter.

Cathy pushed her grandmother down into a chair in the living room and said, “Sit down, I’ll get you some tea. Mom will be
down in a minute.”

Ruth removed the leather restraints from her and put on an overcoat. She didn’t have time to undo the chastity belt and
put on underwear. She went downstairs and kissed her mother-in-law’s cheek.

“What happened to your face?” her mother-in-law asked. “Why are there so many marks?”

The marks from the gag and blindfold were still clearly visible on Ruth’s face. “Oh, it’s a treatment
,” Ruth smiled and said, “My dentist said one of my teeth is growing crooked and I have to
wear a brace to straighten it.”

“Good heavens,” Mrs. Rhodes said, “this is all because of you when you were a child.” She
patted Cathy’s hand and said, “I hope my granddaughter won’t have to wear one like you.”

“Oh, I’ll hate you, Grandmother,” Cathy said.

Ruth pulled at her sleeve to hide the marks on her wrist; she didn’t know how to explain it to her. She
sat there, but with great difficulty, because the chastity belt on her lower body was stimulating her. She smiled
and talked with her mother-in-law, trying to control herself and not move for an hour.

Cathy knew her mother's secret, and she glanced at her mother from time to time with a knowing smile.

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