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Corporate Slavery, Chapter 6
Mr. Niggard
The private investigator I hired had followed and observed Mr. Niggard entering and leaving a private BDSM club several nights over the past week. When the investigator tried to gain entrance, he was denied. So, I asked him to give me the name of the club, which he didn't know, and the location.
It took me about half a day to find out a name for the club, Knots. It took me another day, and considerable coin, to get a contact name, Sir Michael. And that name did not come with phone number or email address. A week after I started trying to track down this club. I finally got a break from a very unexpected source, a security guard at my corporate headquarters. Now how would he know I was looking for Sir Michael, because he overheard me on the phone with my private investigator while I was entering the building one afternoon. While I am not overly pleased that one of my conversations was overheard, I was too frustrated to care at this point.
I had grown impatient with the lack of movement in regard to Mr. Niggard and was having a very heated conversation explaining to my investigator where he might find his balls if he didn't get results. He might still find them there considering the results came from in-house.
Erik, the security guard, knew of a professional Dom Master that went by the name of Sir Michael. He pulled out his data pad and in seconds had a phone number and email. I must admit, I wanted to ask how Erik had this information, but sometimes I just need to let it go. I could find that out after I get the slave restrictions lifted at the club. A little something to look forward to you might say.
In the meantime, Erik just got a promotion and raise, he was now stationed at my outer office door with my secretary. This had the side benefit that he was there if I needed more information, and my secretary can get lonely at times since I work from home about half the time. They can keep each other company.
As soon as I got to my office, richard assumed its position under my desk in the restraints that were designed by the same man that did my desk at home. The only difference is that this desk is a little smaller and thus its legs have to be bent at an awkward angle that causes some severe cramps after an hour or so. I try to remember this, but I usually don't and by the end of my day its poor legs are so cramped it has to crawl behind me as I leave. Which in all fairness isnt something I mind at all.
Once I was settled in for the morning, I dialed the number that Erik had supplied and infuriatingly got sent to a voice mail. I left a rather cryptic message and waited. My day was going nowhere and while I was confident in my business decisions, I was not in my attempt to track down Sir Michael.
After my first meeting, I went to the humidor for a cigar, and it was empty. Now at home, david keeps the humidor stocked and rotated weekly. But I had never really set up a schedule for the office since I tend to work from home as much as I can. The humidor here was just a box on my side table and I can't remember the last time I had a cigar at work. But in a foul mood to begin with, the lack of a cigar when I wanted one was the last straw today.
Picking up my phone, I had david dispatched to the office with cigars immediately.
Then I told my secretary that my humidor should be restocked or maintained weekly when the bar was done. I gave her a list of five cigars that I would accept, all Cuban maduros between 70 and 80 ring gauge. And I want the ashtrays cleaned nightly if they are dirty.
When david arrived it immediately got on its knees and presents a cigar and goes through the process of lighting it. Once it is lit, I go and sit back down taking my cock out of my pants and inserting it into richard's mouth since it is still installed under my desk. And I am about to have Erik come into the office and punish david when my secretary rings to ask if I wanted to talk to a gentleman named Sir Micheal.
I picked up the phone and quickly arranged a meeting for later tonight at my home. All it took was money. I offered to pay him for his time.
I wrapped up my day, not dirtying a single ashtray since david was there, and not having to leave my desk again since richard was drinking piss. Leaving, I was in a much better mood and had one walking and one crawling slave behind me.
That night after dinner I was enjoying a cigar and brandy in the living room when Sir Michael arrived. The door was answered by bitch. Sir Michael was greeted by bitch and ushered into the living room. Sir Micheal was well dressed and very muscular. He struck a very imposing form. I could easily see where this man could be a professional dom for hire.
We spoke briefly and Sir Micheal, while reluctant to share many details, did, after being handed a very heavy stack of cash, explaining to me his relationship with Mr. Niggard. It would seem that Mr. Niggard likes to be treated like a slave and humiliated in the private club away from all the people that know him. And considering his stance on slavery, it's interesting that in private, all he wants to be is a slave.
After an addition to Sir Michael's growing retirement fund, I got an invitation to the next BDSM club party. I did have to agree to a few rules and one of them was to bring a slave to the party for group use. There was also a dress code that I would need to meet, but I knew where to go to fix that. I had about a week to get myself the appropriate wardrobe.
Slave Training Facility and mikey
The next day, I received a meeting request regarding mikey's training. This was a little troubling considering that I was scheduled to be at the facility in a few days for its cherry popping. But I had no worries. The training facility had broken bitch, so I felt sure it would be able to handle mikey.
During the video meeting, the head trainer told me that mikey had been caught manipulating some of the other slave trainees and that the facility was looking into an allegation that mikey had managed to fill one of the guard's thermos' with piss. Another allegation against mikey was that he had used another slave in training as a cum dump by forcibly face fucking the other slave. And there was a third allegation that mikey may have fucked another slave. The Head Trainer said he had never worked with a slave that couldn't be broken by the system and that seemed at times to thrive under it by finding loopholes and situations that it could turn to its own advantage.
The trainer recommended castration for mikey and sending it to the labor camp. While this is an option, I had other things to think about. And the thought of losing such a valuable and leverageable asset wasn't something I was going to allow so easily. I didn't get as wealthy and powerful as I am by blindly following the advice of others, but I did need to take it into account.
While bitch, david and richard were very good servants, I never felt like they gave me 100% of their efforts. With david this was part of the fun. Using richard had become similar to using an old pair of sneakers, it was comfortable, and I knew exactly what to expect. The services I received from bitch at times seemed half-hearted and lacking in any kind of passion. Of course I did break the bitch into a penniless, powerless, pathetic piece of human property, but I did wish it would put more passion into its service of me.
If it weren't for some very old and archaic laws on the books regarding a slave intentionally ending its serviceability to its owner by either disability or death, I'm sure bitch would have taken its life long ago. Luckily as bitch's owner, if something like that were to happen, I could go after any of it's living relatives, like parents or aunts and uncles, to pay me for the lost services and in most cases, that meant having to either sell themselves or their minor children, so it rarely happened.
As I pondered over all this, I began to have that feeling in the dark reaches of the back of my mind that this could be used to my advantage if I played it out just right. I could break bitch even further, possibly to the point of it loving my abuse, and work with mikey too setting it up for a major fall and total obedience. After all, I have been told a parent will do anything for its children. I wonder if bitch still thinks of itself as a father?
Return to Mr. Niggard
I had been to the local leather shop with david in tow. Dressed in a custom black leather uniform based loosely off historical photographs from the late 20th century, I was impressed with how I looked. On the other hand, david was in a full body harness that had attachment points so its arms could be forcibly pulled behind its back, its ankles either attached to its wrists or upper thighs, and its head pulled back and attached in such a way that its mouth was forced open. It also had a special electrical ring that you pull the slave's cock and balls through that has a small electrode pulse. When I asked about this feature, I was told that many in the BDSM world enjoy playing with a slave's cock and this ring allows the dominate to induce either pleasure or pain.
The fact that david was a slave and could be ordered into any of these positions without restraints was an irony to be sure. But even I had to admit that the muscular jock slave looked even better in this body harness. In fact, I might have to make him wear this more often. Like to the cigar store or my office building where I am sure he will be both laughed at and lusted after.
We arrived at the club, and I attached david to a bondage wall and left it gagged with its legs spread and arms over its head. I walked around the club carefully looking at each submissive to see who I could identify or who could identify me. While there is not a lot of judgment in today's society, I still never like to get caught off guard.
Sir Michael was sitting on this very ornate throne made out of dark wood and red leather and he had three subs licking his knee-high boots. I looked carefully at each, but none were Mr. Niggard. Seeing me approach he kicked one of his legs out and knocked a slave on its back. The slave immediately started licking my boots and I just laughed. This man gets paid to treat free citizens like slaves. I would do that for free. But I appreciate the fact that he knows his worth.
I looked him straight in the face and he shook his head so Mr., Niggard wasn't there yet. I didn't want Mr. Niggard to recognize me and get scared off before I could get what I needed. So, I kicked the slave off my boot, and it immediately attached itself back on Sir Michael and I started walking around the club.
There were slaves sucking cock, getting fucked, spanked, flogged, electrocuted, and just about any other activity you could think of. But what made me stop to watch was a slave being used as a human dildo. This very dominate man had a slave tied down to a bench on its back and with its cock sticking straight up and was riding it while verbally degrading it.
"That's right you fucking whore, you better keep that cock hard. You are a fucking breathing sex doll and if that cock goes down before I finish, I will shove a metal rod down it and you will wish for mercy that will never come."
While I am, and always will be, the top in all my sexual activities, I had to hand it to this man. He was getting fucked but there was no debating who was in control.
All this sex made me long for a good cigar. Smoking cigars had to be done in a special section of the club, so I retrieved david and went into the smoking room. There were slaves kneeling by most of the chairs, but I found one with space for david. After lighting my cigar, I figured that I would have david suck my cock, but a slave approached in a full leather body suit and hood and knelt between my legs. With only a mouth opening that I could see, it was apparent what the slave was used for, mouth fucking.
To my side, david knelt and watched as this unknown slave expertly swallowed my cock to the balls. It used its throat to milk my cock like this was the activity it was born to do, be a cock whore. I grabbed david's head and made sure it watched everything this slave was doing.
"I want you to be able to suck cock like this" I said pushing david's head even closer.
It wasn't long before I was cumming down this slave's throat.
After cumming, the slave got up and left the area and I had to stay there because I hadn't finished my cigar. I looked around and watched as other dominates used their slaves while enjoying my cigar. Some men were talking in a group with one slave kneeling in the middle drinking piss, eating ash, and sucking cock.
There was a large seating area on the other wall and there were several dominates sitting back smoking cigars and getting blown. And then in the far corner was a fucking bench with a slave tied to it and a few guys lined up. There was also a slave kneeling next to the bench and I laughed as I watched it fluff the guy getting ready to fuck the bench slave then clean the cock of the guy that had just finished.
While I was watching this line of guys work its way through the suck and fuck stations, Sir Micheal walked up to me with a slave on the end of a leash. This slave was completely naked except for a collar and gag. It was Mr. Niggard and the minute he saw me; he started pulling back and trying to get away, but Sir Micheal took a riding crop and brought it down expertly across Mr. Niggard's exposed ass and balls. Screaming into the gag, the look of horror was the best sight of the night.
Taking a deep draw on my cigar I looked the horror-stricken Mr. Niggard right in the face and said, "Let's talk business Mr. Niggard."
It wasn't much of a conversation. I did all the talking and all Mr. Niggard could do was nod or shake his head. In the end, we had an understanding. I get my rules change passed by the committee and Mr. Niggard not only votes for the change but helps lobby for it to pass the Executive Committee and Membership Votes. Mr. Niggard gets to keep licking Sir Micheal's boots and God knows what else, and I don't expose his hypocrisy. It wouldn't be good for a man that is publicly against slavery to be exposed as a sex slave.
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