Just another day, in New L.A.

Meridith Condree walked into the large sitting room where she and some of the other women of New L.A.'s most prestigious families would soon gather. It had been freshly dusted, vacuumed, and moped. Everything was in its place except for the flatware for the tea they would undoubtedly be drinking.

"This is unacceptable," she muttered before storming out of the room. "BRIDGET! BRIDGET!"

"Oh, no, she sounds angry," Bridget thought as she carefully dusted a statue depicting a man covering a **** girl's face with cum. She immediately stopped and made her way to the yelling woman. "Yes, Mistress?" she asked as she curtsied and knelt upon finding her. In the time it had taken, Meridith had retrieved a red ball gag and a black leather twarse.

"Come here," she said sternly as she took Bridget by the arm and marched her into the sitting room. "Where the fuck is the flatware, you stupid twit?"

"Mistress, it is in the kitchen, I was going to bring it in when I put the tea on shortly before your guests are due to arrive."

"Did I or did I not say to have the room ready minus the tea and flatware no more than an hour from when the ladies and their slaves would arrive?"

"Yes, Mistress, you did."

"Open up, you've lost the privilege of speaking," Meridith said as she held up the gag. Bridget did not hesitate to obey, she opened her mouth wide and only gave a slight grunt of protest when Meridith roughly inserted it.

"Go, hands against that wall and legs spread," Meridith said as she motioned to the wall ahead of her. Again, without hesitation, the experienced **** girl walked near to the wall, spread her legs, bent over placed her hands against the wall, and arched her back so her ass stuck out. "That's it, you know the position don't you?"

"Esh Isess," Bridget mumbled into her gag.

"And you're no stranger to the twarse, isn't that right?"

"Esh Isess," Bridget mumbled again.

"Let's see if I can get you to remember your place," Meridith said as she lifted the tiny bit of black satin skirt that was barely covering a sliver of Bridget's ass. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Without warning, Meridith began to blister Bridget's ass with the split leather strap. Fire radiated through the blonde's ass with each painful lash. The sound of leather meeting tender flesh and Bridget's mewls and cries of pain mixed and echoed off of the walls. Bridget desperately wanted to move, but she knew if she did her mistress would likely paddle her, so she held position as her legs trembled. She sobbed loudly into her gag until Meridith finally stopped after delivering three dozen lashes leaving Bridget's ass a deep dark red. "Now go get the flatware and bring it in here, I want you to start the tea in forty-five minutes sharp, is that clear?"

"Mmm," Bridget mumbled into her gag as she continued to sob and nodded her head.

"Good, now go," Merithith said sternly as she pointed into the kitchen. Still sobbing, Bridget curtsied to her mistress before going into the kitchen.

An hour later, all of Meridith's guests had arrived, and the twelve women sat in a circle in the sitting room, with the **** girl they had brought kneeling next to them. They were the wives of important political officials, business magnates, slavers, and even an actress. Bridget dared a glance at her mistress as she sipped her tea looking over her cup with lust-filled eyes. She followed her mistress' gaze to Ariana Cavinnah, Hollywood's top leading lady. She was a tall slender blonde with long hair that had natural wavy curls. Today, it was pulled back into a ponytail, and two curly ringlets were left free to frame the actress' flawless face. She had green eyes and ruby-red lips. Her lavender gown had a deep plunging neckline that showed off her ample breasts. She could tell that her mistress was envisioning the actress in a collar, and little else.

"I wonder how long it will be before the 'fun' starts," Bridget thought nervously. She knew that sooner or later the polite idle chat about the day's issues and the latest gossip would give way to the real reason for these little gatherings. One of the women would undoubtingly bring up how naughty the **** they had brought had been, then she would be spanked by each of the women and required to thank them for the spanking by eating her pussy. She did not have to wait long.

"Ladies, I must tell you," Arina said as she tapped her ****, a Hispanic-looking girl with long dark hair and a beautiful dark complexion on the head. "Rosita, here was a very naughty chica the other day." Bridget breathed a small sigh of relief as she saw her fellow **** girl's shoulders slump.

"At least I won't be first," she thought.

"Oh, whatever did she do dear?" Robyn MacCallin asked, she was the wife of one of the members of the current members of The Conclave.

"I had left a vibrator in her pussy and forbid her from cumming and of course she did. What's worse is it ruined the best take of a scene I was shooting."

"Oh, I'd say that earns her a trip around the circle," one of the other women laughed.

"Get to it, Rosita," Ariana said sternly as she removed her ****'s ball gag. Rosita turned to her right and crawled to Elana Morris. She was the wife of another prominent slaver. Her face was cold and stern.

"Ma'am, will you please punish me for having an orgasm and ruining my mistress' scene?" Rosita said keeping her gaze low. Without a word, Elana stood, pulled her chair forward slightly, and sat back down. She snapped her fingers and pointed to her right side. After a brief moment, Rosita crawled to the indicated position, then climbed over the dark-haired woman's lap when she pat her lap with her hands.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Without warning Elana began to spank Rosita hard. The Hispanic girl bit her lip and whined trying desperately to keep from crying out. She know that if she did, it would likely only get worse. After several more swats, Elana pushed the sobbing **** girl off of her lap, and onto the floor.

"Eat me," she ordered as she stood, lowered her pants and panties, and sat back down. Rositample quickly buried her face between the other woman's legs and began to kiss and lick her pussy. After several minutes, Elana had an orgasm, stood, pulled up her pants and panties, put her chair back where it had been to begin with, and sat back down.

Rosita crawled to the next woman. "Ma'am, will you please punish me for having an orgasm and ruining my mistress' scene?" she asked still sobbing. The process began again, and all Bridget could do, was wait for her turn to go around the circle.

Across town, two men walked side by side into a warehouse. Both were tall, and muscular, and wore perfectly tailored suits. The first man was white with short sandy blonde hair. He walked with a proud stride and exuded grace and confidence. This man is Thorsten Condree one of the best **** brokers in the world. The African-American man next to him was one of his many clients.

"Your new girls are right in here, Mister Johnson," he said as he opened a door into one of the storage rooms and flipped on a light.

"Very impressive," the man said in a booming voice as he looked at a line of **** girls. All of them were blonde with beautiful bodies. "And, Thorsten, how many times do I have to tell you? There is no need for formalities between old friends."

"My apologies, Reggie, old habits die hard," Thorsten said as the pair walked down the line of girls. "Your payment has been cleared and these now belong to you, I trust you approve?"

"Very much so," Reggie said with a smile. They came to the center of the line and he stopped.

"Something wrong?"

"No," Reggie replied as he reached out and began to fondle the breast of the **** girl bound to a pole before him. Much to the girl's credit, she did not try to shy away from his touch. She was petite, standing only 5'7 (with her heels). Her breasts at a small C cup were small by post-cataclysm standards but looked large on her small frame. She had long white/blonde hair that hung down to her lower back. Just looking at her Reggie knew her clean-shaven pussy would be wonderfully tight. "Do you mind if I sample this one?"

"Of course not," Thorsten said with a laugh. "I'll get my guys to load up the others," he added as he handed the man a leash and a black leather single glove.

"I trust the private rooms are still in the same place?" Reggie asked as he undid the arm and ankle binders that kept her locked to the pole. He clipped the leash to her collar and gave a slight tug. The petite blonde stepped carefully off of the platform and then sank to her knees. She put up no resistance as he placed her arms in the single glove and cinched it tight, forcing her elbows together painfully and sticking out her breasts. He gave an upward tug on the leash and the girl followed behind him to a private room.

The room was nothing too special. It was a small room with bare concrete walls and rough green carpeting. The furniture in the room consisted of a straight-backed chair, a stock, a small cot, and in the corner of the room, a Saint Andrew's Cross. He led her to the center of the room and turned to her. "What's your name girl?" he asked as he undid her gag.

"My given name is Maisy, but, I will answer to whatever you call me, Master," she replied.

"Maisy will do for now," he said as he sat down on the straight-backed chair and pat his lap. Knowing what was expected of her Maisy lowered herself across the man's lap. He inserted her gag and tightened it before gently rubbing her ass. "I think this ass was made for two things; fucking and spanking," he said as he raided his hand into the air.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He gave her six hard swats turning her ass a lovely shade of pink. "Alright Maisy, show me how good you are with your mouth," Reggie said as he undid her gag once again.

"Yes, Master," she said as she slid off of his lap and knelt on the floor before him. He let his cock out of his pants and she immediately began to kiss and lick along his shaft. She took long teasing licks along his shaft, keeping her pale blue eyes focused on him. She began to swirl the underside of her tongue over the head of his cock drawing a groan from Reggie.

"You know how to worship cock don't you girl?"

"Yes, Master," she replied before going right back to rolling her tongue over his cock.

"Get it in your mouth girl," Reggie said in a lusty growl.

"Yes, Master," Maisly replied before taking the tip of his cock in her mouth and letting it out with an audible pop. She repeated the action again and again each time working more and more of the monster cock into her mouth. Before long she was bobbing her head up and down taking all of her new master into her mouth. As she did she hummed slightly, the vibrations adding to his pleasure.

"Oh, my," Reggie moaned in pleasure as she deep-throated him. "You're going to be my little blowjob queen," h said after gently pulling her off of his cock. "Now I want that little pussy of yours," he added as he gently lifted her to her feet.

"Whatever you desire, Master," she said as he lifted her. She wrapped his legs around him and he snaked his arms under her legs and gripped her shoulders. He began to lift and lower her as he thrust his cock into her tight pussy. It didn't take long for Maisy to begin moaning loudly in need. "Master, may I please cum?"

"Cum for me my little blowjob queen," he said into her ear with a lusty growl.

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Maisy yelled before screaming in orgasmic bliss. Reggie then carried her over to the cot and lay her on her back without taking his cock from her pussy. He began thrusting hard.

"I owe Thorsten a bonus for you alone," he said through gritted teeth as her pussy clamped on his cock once more.

In another part of town, Cassie Cahill stood in a high-end **** shop in Beverly Hills. At the moment the statuesque eighteen-year-old blonde was admiring a beautiful Asian girl that was on display in a private showing room. The asking price was a bit high, and the fearful look on the Asian girl's face gave Cassie the impression that she was quite new to her collar. Little did Cassie know, the look of fear was not only for the possibility of being purchased, but, that her fate might befall the pretty blonde. Not twenty-four hours ago, the Asian girl had been a free woman in this very shop.

"You are quite beautiful, but, I don't know about paying so much for an untrained..." she began. She gasped as the floor beneath her suddenly disappeared. She fell down a dark slide when she reached the bottom it was still dark and she could see nothing. Four sets of hands grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach. "No! No! No!" she screamed before a ball gag was roughly shoved into her mouth. A second later she screamed again as she felt the sharp hooked blade of a disrobing knife begin to cut away her shirt.