Meeting daddy

The swaying of the girls’ hips set in coordinated motion, rocking in tandem like a dance troupe with every step and their model-like gait making their breasts bounce to lend further reason for lingering gazes upon their chests. Their high heels clacking against the tile floor, reverberating against the wooden panels of the corridors that served as bridges between relaxation areas and the provided facilities. A beckoning signal for the male psyche to pause their immediate activity and look their way for a sight promising to entice them and get their blood pumping like the young studs that they once were.

The idea of meeting another master made Ashley’s heart race in anticipation where an undeniable difference made itself apparent to her. Unlike when she met Mr. Stevens whom his **** Fifi assuredly hated, as much was evident, Kristy and Rose respected their master on a whole other level. Then of course there was Bruce as well, but that barely counted, she only recognized him as a master because she legally had to. All owners of slaves were masters, but not all masters were the same. The **** was an extension of her master and her attitude a reflection of him. Meeting Kristy and Rose shone its new light on the importance of her role in the relationship between her and Theodore that he had tried to instil in her. They seemed blissfully happy with their lot in life. Ashley couldn’t deny that there were times when she had doubted Theodore when he tried to make her learn and had to hurt her when she failed to understand his lesson. So to see the fruition of what Theodore had been telling her throughout his training of her. The proof that Rose and Kristy provided made it hard to argue against his reasoning when the evidence of how right he had been in his description of what a successful master-**** relationship is viewed from the outside was staring her in the face. Pulled onward by the unseen **** of curiosity Ashley followed the girls until they finally arrived at where Daddy had been waiting for them. The greenery of their surrounding set to mimicking an oasis set the tone of tranquility that the jaccuzzi promised to lend its soothing bubbles to achieve.

Ashley gracefully stepped down the stairs into the jacuzzi following Rose who waded towards the older gentleman that sat waiting there, leant back against the poolside with his arms stretched wide and resting on the intricately white and blue tiled rim of middle eastern design. The water felt warm on her smooth skin, melting away at the cold lump of nervousness that had built up in her stomach during the girls’ journey through the facility. The small bubbles created by strong jets travelling from the edges and swirled in vortexes tickled satisfyingly against her legs.

"Heeey Daddy." Rose cooed seductively as she straddled the man and planted a big wet kiss on his lips. Ashley stopped just below the stairs when she saw Rose starting to grind against him and blocked the path for Kristy to join them. The water reaching just above her navel, covering her belly piercing that dangled like a fishing lure just beneath the surface, a parable to its purpose in drawing the looks of men to her exposed midriff.

She does not hesitate in the slightest.

"What is this present you wanted to show me Daddy?" Rose asked, not waiting a second after their kiss broke.

Daddy chuckled, then leaned back further to collect a white gold necklace with big glittering diamonds that he showed his shocked girl.

That must have cost a fortune. Ashley thought with her limited knowledge of gemstone value.

"Daddy, it's beautiful!" Rose exclaimed and her hands moved up to hold her hair away so that he could fasten it. Rose's hands then travelled down under the surface and Ashley recognised her repositioning. She had done the same on Theodore. She's going to fuck him right here? Ashley was taken aback by Rose's forwardness even in front of others, then she remembered how she had acted the day before with her own master. Why wouldn't she… Theo fucked me out in the open yesterday, he’s allowed to. It's his right. Rose is his ****, isn’t it her duty to please him? Should he want it? The man leaned back into his original position and let Rose do all the work with a satisfied grin plastering his face. Of course he wants it.

"Kristy, baby." He said and waved at the girl. "Go make my new friend comfortable in room 5B. And Kristy, he's a very important friend. Anything goes."

"Yes Daddy." Kristy purred and sauntered off to leave Ashley alone with Rose and their master.

When Kristy had left the man Ashley's new acquaintance called Daddy turned his attention to her. His receding white hairline was in stark contrast to Rose's mass of pink hair. Riding him, Rose bumped against his beer gut, yet his arms were broad, suggesting that he once used to have a good physique.

"And who do we have here?" He asked Ashley.

"This is Ashley, Daddy." Rose answered in between her soft moaning without being asked.

"Always a pleasure meeting a new beauty like you Ashley."

"Uhm, thanks um." Ashley searched her memory for the name of the man in front of her and found none.

"My girls call me Daddy, my friends call me Adam and my associates call me Mr. Wright. But to you, ****, I am Master Wright." The man said without moving an inch. His shift in tone was reminiscent of Theodore's whenever he demanded authority. At once Ashley felt like she was in deep water or stepping on glass. He's an experienced **** owner. Rose, still riding him, pouted at the man she steadily impaled herself on and struck him on his chest with a light hammer fist. "Daddy, you're scaring her!"

"Shush baby, this is just how these things are, remember. Ashley is a ****. She understands this." Daddy reassured Rose and stuck his thumb in between her plump lips to shut her up and keep her from interrupting again.

"I do." Ashley reassured Rose. "And It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Wright." Ashley said, putting an emphasis on his title to show him the respect his station deserved while curtsying for the man. Maybe an experienced master would be a good connection to have for Theo, for us.

"A well mannered girl too."

"Thank you, Master Wright. My master prefers it when I behave…” Ashley said and gave a short teasing pause. “Mostly." Ashley saw him biting down hard, clenching his teeth at her finishing touch.

“Comer here girl, let me have a look at you.” His burly voice rumbled as he waved at her to come forward. His authoritative demeanour made it hard for her to resist him when she didn’t have her master there to take command and Ashley was beckoned forward at his request, wading over to him she flung her hair to the side to show her fine profile. It’s fine, he’s not allowed to touch you.

"Tell me Ashley, how long have you been a ****?" The man asked as he drank in her beauty up close.

Straight to it then, so much for formalities. Ashley sighed internally. Her **** status and who owned her seemed to be all that men were interested in as of late.

"I signed myself over to my master about a week and a half ago." Ashley said, trying to act stoic in her response in order to sell it like Theo had instructed her to.

“You are a voluntary ****?” Mr. Wright asked.

“I am.” Ashley confirmed.

Mr Wright smiled upon hearing that. "Enlightenment is creeping down the ages I see. Who is this master of yours that made you see the truth, ****, and what does a man like that do?" Ashley heard the intense curiosity in his question, despite him trying to mask it. It must be because I'm a voluntary ****. What do I say? He's in school? No. I need to buy time and let Theo decide if they meet.

"I'm sorry Master Wright, I can't talk about my Master unless permitted." Ashley told him off while trying to remain as polite and calm as possible, but inside she was cheering herself for the geniusness of her response.

"And nor should you then."

Ashley could see it on Mr. Wright's body language that it was a very good answer.

"Since you asked what my master does, may I ask what it is you do?" Ashley asked while playing with her hair.

"Mmmhm, Daddy's in banking." Rose moaned, her voice muffled by the thumb in her mouth.

"Shush, sweetie."

"Sorry Daddy."

"Yes, to put it simply in layman's terms, I'm in banking, among other things." Mr. Wright chuckled again.

Banking, that's good. It could be useful, I think.

"Although I mostly delve in foreign investments and handle business overseas."

"No national venture cap? I hear there is money to be made there too." Ashley said trying to apply whatever knowledge she had gained from econ.

"Hehe, every so often.” Mr. Wright’s eyebrows lifted again and his eyes cast to her neck. “That collar you're wearing is one of ours." He sat motionless, waiting for her reaction.

He invests in **** accessories! Ashley's understanding of how experienced the man in front of her must be with slaves broadened immeasurably upon hearing that fact. Keep your cool.

"My master picked this out for me." Ashley said and caressed her pretty collar with a lover's touch. She let her fingers stroke her body down to her breasts where she gripped both nipple rings in between her index finger and thumb. "Master also gave me these."

"Your master has good taste." Mr Wright said and swallowed. Ashley could almost feel his eyes travelling across her curves. He's hooked. Ashley smiled. Men are too easily manipulated. Failing to see the irony that she herself was owned by one. Now we just play on his ego.

"Master Wright?"

"Yes, ****?"

"I was wondering.” She said while curling her hair in her fingers and looked down to avert her gaze and look ****. “Since you seem to know about all this stuff, what's the key to good business? They never really covered that in school before master took me in." Ashley asked while innocently twirling her hair on her finger. Dropping the school part was a tactical move to let him know just how fresh she was, since having seen both Kristy and Rose, she figured Master Wright liked young girls.

"That depends wholly on the market Ashley." He leaned in closely and lowered his voice. "That being, how open you can be about it. But everywhere is about how you handle what goes on behind the scenes. Whose palms to grease." He said and winked playfully.

"So your friend is one of your new business partners?"

"Very perceptive." He said and looked sceptically at Ashley, unsure of what to make of the young woman. As any successful business man he was bound to have grown wary of nosy reporters that took greater and greater risks to get a scoop. A glimpse of uncertainty in her intentions that Ashley managed to catch. Don’t prod too much dummy or else he might not want to meet with Theo.

"Anything exciting?" Ashley learned in and cooed, now genuinely curious.

"Oh yes!" Rose broke in.

"Diamonds are always exciting to a girl." Master Wright finished. "Right baby." He said to Rose.

"Like pussy is for men, Daddy." Rose answered coyly in her rhythmical bouncing on her master's lap. Ashley watched intently at her newfound friend and the utter delight that shone on her face. A spite of jealousy flared up at seeing her rythmic movements, a sudden spark of wanting that could not be fulfilled. If Theo was there she too could have a dick to bounce on and share in the same pleasures that Rose was consumed by.

Diamonds. Her eyes were locked on Rose's necklace as it flung up and down with her fucking herself on her master. Ashley had no way of explaining the unreasonable power they held over her, no matter how hard she tried to ignore them the glittering rocks demanded her attention.

"So, why do you need to grease your partner's hands?" Ashley whispered.

"The short answer, bureaucracy." The old man answers, seemingly having dropped the guard after pondering Ashley’s intention and coming to the conclusion that pretending to be a **** to dig for a story was outlandishly risky. “These African regions can be tedious to operate in unless you put your papers on top of the pile and our new friend can make that happen."

"How do you grease a palm full of diamonds?"

Master Wright shook his head at her disappointedly. "Same as with everyone else Ashley. You make them feel special. Like kings - fine dining, gifts, paid luxury travel…" He raised an eyebrow knowingly at Ashley.

"Pussy." Ashley answered for him in mellow understanding, letting her hand slip down into the warm water where her fingers stroked her exposed lower lips. The thought of how men, even high standing and resourceful ones, valued good pussy excited her. The way her hole could open doors that would otherwise be shut. That pussy had such unrivalled power over men and that despite this, Theo had power over hers… no. Ashley’s fingers found her clit ring that marked it as her owner’s property. His. It’s Theo’s pussy, not mine. She reminded herself, it was dangerous to think otherwise. She could slip up when she couldn’t afford to.

"White pussy in this case." Mr. Wright corrected.

“White? Why? Is white better?” That’s a bit racist.

“Hahaha, not at all, girl. Your holes are pink and slippery all the same, just more exotic for some.” He laughed out.

“I see." She said and nodded, though it was hard to imagine how she would be considered exotic to anyone.

“So you’re fine with sharing your slaves?”

“I am not! A master never shares his slaves, Ashley.” Mr Wright corrected.

“But I thought you sent Kristy away to have sex with him.”

“I did, and Kristy will do it because I told her to and only because I did so. Meanwhile, he will get to experience her womanly warmth because I ordered my **** to take care of him. If I command it she will stop even in the throes of climax. He has no say over her. There is no sharing involved here.” Mr. Wright told her sternly.

Shit! I fucked up!

“Oh. I didn't mean to…” Ashley said apologetically and lost the end of her sentence as she dropped her head in shame, waiting patiently for the man to tell her it was alright. She soon felt his finger on her chin.

There it is, all is forgiven. She thought and managed to fight the urge to smile.

He tilted her head up.

“It’s alright, ****. It is not my place to teach you. I will leave your disciplining to your master.”

He’s going to tell Theo I have been bad! When he trusted me. When he gave me a present like this! Fuck!... Think!

The fingers on her chin made their meaning apparent as she thought of ways to get out of having Theodore hurt her again. Even if he disliked it he had to do it if this came to light. He wouldn’t have a choice. She didn't leave him a choice. She disrespected a master. Right! The idea hit her like the lights of a slot machine hitting jackpot.

“It is not your place to touch me either Master Wright. I shall need to tell all details when I ask my master for my punishment.”

“Hmhm.” The man grumbled. “Maybe we ought not to bother your master with a trivial misunderstanding, girl. You are new to this after all.”

“Thank you for understanding Master Wright. As you say, I’m new to this and my master has not had time to cover everything in my training yet. I trust he will though." Ashley said. “Have you had slaves for a long time?” She finished to bring the conversation back on its rails.

“Ah Yes! Not these ones though.” Mr Wright answered heartily in a tone that suggested he welcomed the quick manner in which they left the uncomfortable standoff.

“You have had others?”

“Ofcourse, **** girls are a marvel to society that everyone with the finances should embrace, but there are times when you have to let go of something old to make room for something new and more beautiful.” Mr. Wright said and grabbed hold of Rose's breast.

“Ahhh, Daddy!” Rose moaned

“I used to have sugar babies before we finally legalised womens’ true social standing.” He continued.

“You enjoy owning **** girls more?” Ashley asked

“It’s not much of a difference for me, I prefer it when my girls’ respect grows out of admiration and so I grant them the luxuries that others can only dream of in return for total obedience.”

“Then why not just keep having sugar babies like before? Why get **** girls that do the same?”

“There is one key component you're missing Ashley. One that sets a **** girl apart from money hungry whores and that is the entitlement that free women start to feel as time goes on. Once they receive gifts or attention they start to expect them and do less when given less. Soon they start to think of the wealth as partly theirs. A trained **** does not view the world in this false light. She is property and she knows it, so she adores every gifts that her master gives her as if it was his last one to her.

"I see. That makes sense." Ashley said.

"Then there is the bond that can be created between master and ****." He continued. "If the training of the **** is performed exeptionally well she will become commited to her master on a deeper level, his goals and ambitions becomes hers. Theo told me this! A properly trained **** embraces that it’s what she was always meant to be and it is beautiful to behold.”

It is beautiful...

"Rose, I need a drink! I'm fucking famished." Kristy called, having returned from being sent away to complete the task that was given to her by her owner and waved at her sister to come along.

"Oh oh oh, let's get something to eat too." Rose said and took a steady grip around Ashley's wrist to drag her along.

Ashley didn't need to be convinced, by the suggestion of food she was well on her way up from the jaccuzi already with Rose. She was not about to squander this opportunity to get an ordinary meal after having only had her usual supplements for days.