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"I'd say that's a reasonable assumption. What do you think you should do about it?"
 
Carmen

"I don't really know Isaac..." I had no idea what to do about it, or how to go about it either?
"I would venture to guess that.... that I go home and meet a male who wishes to be my.... my Master?" I flushed alittle with the idea.
 
"I'm going to make you an offer. I am in need of an assistant. One who is capable and experienced in legal matters, as well as in a secretarial position. Would this interest you?"
 
Carmen

I paused, stunned completely at his offer of a job?! Odd wasn't it? I smiled a little, flattered by all of this and royally confused as well! But who was I to pass up a chance like this???

"I would be honoured to serve you Isaac."I smiled, not really realizing what I had said or it implicated. Too caught up in the idea of working with him in this interesting matter.
 
"Of course, I am not actually offering you a job. You will notbe paid, and you cannot quit after you accept. Your duties as my assitant will extend to other areas as well. Mainly sexual."
 
Carmen

"Sexual? H-How would it be sexual?" This baffled me a little but I wanted to know all of it before hand.
 
"I would expect you to service me, sexually, in any way I required. At any time. You would be required to drop what you were doing at my slightest whim and perform as I wished."
 
Carmen

My eyes widened a little, a shiver passing up and down my spine as I gazed at him through the glass.
Service him as I would a Master? That meant he was not.. but? I was confused again but nodded my head. He was sexy, his voice was alluring as well, and he had me creaming with the thought of it! I was a slut, hopelessly addicted to fucking! He had achieved what he set out to do!
"Alright, I accept." No more words were said, no going back now, I wondered if this was something he did not normally do? It didn't seem so since he was paid millions for his 'slaves'. what made me special? I smiled a little, eating my dinner once again.. Servicing him would not be a problem!
 
"Very good. You see, for awhile now I have been considering getting an assistant, but with the nature of my work, it was hard to find a willing woman to fulfill the criteria I demanded. After all, she has to know about what I do, and agree with it, help me with it. That won't be a problem for you will it?"
 
Carmen

"No, it will not be a problem at all." I answered readily, more than happy to aid him in this erotic lifestyle. It turned me on slowly but surely, and even now the thought of watching another go through what I had turned me on yet again.
I shifted on the bed a little, still excited by all of this and the thoughts of servicing him. Oddly enough there was no hatred for him only relief.
 
"Good, I'm sure it will be quite helpful for my....our, future subjects to see a woman like you, happily enslaved. And since you can honestly say that you have not been altered," he lied again, "it will have a particularily decisive effect. I am glad you came to this realization. After all, I would have hated to set you free. I doubt you would have enjoyed freedom either."
 
Carmen

I nodded and said nothing more. Unsure exactly what was different but it was noticable. I did not want to fight any longer, I did not want to be sent else where either. It was Isaac himself that was driving me to distraction each and every time I heard his voice on those tapes. Each time he came near enough to touch me and he haunted my dreams.
I would logically assume it was because he was the only male around me, and thinking he was gay it was alright to use him in those fantasies.. I had been wrong obviously, but I was not going to complain about it either.
"Do I have to remain in this room?" I asked tentively, unsure what he wished for but ready to comply.
 
"No, you will be sharing my bed. Unless of course you displease me. Then I will find some other place for you." His voice wasstern as he spoke about her displeaseing him. But he softened again as he continued. "I doubt that will be needed though. After all, judging from the look of your pussy, you're enjoying all of this, aren't you."
 
Carmen

A sexy little twinkle in my eye as I smiled at him, enjoying was a nice word for it indeed.
"Perhaps." I continued to eat my meal, finishing it off and sitting as I awaited for whatever he had in mind.
 
He opened the door to her cell and let her out. As he led her the other way down the hall he showed her his office, the kitchen, the bathroom, and his bedroom. All the while he explained her duties. What she was to wear, which wasn't much, a bikini was the limit to how much she could cover herself, unless it was sheer.

She was to cook for him, and clean when she wasn't otherwise engaged with business.

He wondered briefly if she was bisexual. And started thinking about the possibilities of have her pretend to be another captive, all the whilesseducing the real prey. That had promise. And he could always order her to do it, or condition her to be bisexual. Since the only reason he used to explain his process not working on her was because it was already a part of her psyche to be a submissive slut slave.

Back in his office with her, he showed her some of the things he did there, arranging interviews with clients, finalizing sales, taking orders and specific requests. It was a lot to take in, all at once.

One thing she wouldn't see was other people. There were no helpers, eitehr men or women. The place was deserted. In truth, if she had gottenby Isaac, there would be no guards to stop her, no orderlies to block the door, she would have been home free. But now she was enslaved. A happy horny slut slave. He would see that she stayed that way, happy and horny, for a long time to come.

"So what do you think of my operation my little Slut Carmen?"
 
Carmen

I followed him and listened, nodding each time he asked me if I understood. This was simpler than I thought and deserted as well. The true test came when he addressed me as "slut." I wasn't too sure if I was ready for that but it did not make me balk as much as I thought it would.
I gazed up at him a moment before answering, "Very simple yet organized. Nice..." It was now a real test as I stared up at him, could I do it? And mean it? A slight smile curved my lips as the tingling began once again.. For the first time ever I would address a man with something other than his first name. "Master." smiling, I glanced around the room once more, getting myself used to these surroundings and where things were placed. I would address him as Isaac for the most part, but I wanted to test the waters and see if it was possible to live this lifestyle. I paused only with the thoughts of never being able to leave, never being able to go anywhere. It was a little hard to accept that but I had a feeling he did not mean it like it sounded. I couldn't leave him, not that I was a prisoner still.
 
He put away her fears about being able to leave withhis next statement. "You will be sppending the majority of your time here, but I will send you out to retreive things, get supplies, groceries. Things of that nature. As well as occassionally acquiring the next subject. If it wouldbe to risky for me to do it myself."

He sat down in his chair behind his desk. "I will have an office for you ready soon, and until then, you don't have any secretarial duties to perform."
 
Carmen

"Alright Isaac." I stood there in silence and waited for instructions or something to do?
"Should I go back to my room?" I was a little uncertain what I should do?
 
"Well, since you're not being conditioned anymore, and I don't have anyone else in the works, I'm done for now as well. Why don't you and I celebrate our business arrangement?" He smiled at her and looked her body up and down yet again.
 
Carmen

The heat of his gaze should have been a give away but I had not caught it, instead watching the screens on the wall across from me.
"Celebration? Sounds wonderful." I smiled tentively, watching the various screens flicker to a new camera each time, I noticed where they would stop now and then. The chair. My room. The bathroom and shower. Camera's in the hall ways as well as outside the building. Another room flickered on the monitor and I imagined it was Isaac's bedroom.
 
"Recognize them?" He chuckled as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. One hand cupped her pussy while the other massaged a breast.

"You're done in all those rooms, you needn't go back to where you were sleeping, only to clean out what tyou want to keep. The chair isn't mandatory either, though I think that might dissappoint you more than anything now, am I right?" His tone was nothing but understanding, teasing her a little about her new outlook on life, which as he had convinced her, was always there.

"Now, to the celebration. Only one type of celebrating will do. After all, I am your Master, and you are my slut Slave Carmen."
 
Carmen

A slight shiver passed down my spine as he pressed behind me. My eyes fell closed as I stood fully upright, his hand coming up to cup my breast, I felt a million little sensors go off all over my skin. Inhaling deeply, I let it out slowly as I leaned back some what into him. This was all so weird, I was still trying to accept that my idea of him being gay was completely wrong!
It didn't take but a second for my body to respond in pleasurable ways. "Yes, my Master." Smiling, I asked softly, "And what would you like me to do first Isaac?" I could feel the wetness between my thighs, his warm hands only caressed the sensitive flesh more, causing my juices to flow freely. Nipples tightening and pressing against his hand, I reached behind me and rest my hands against his outter thighs, holding myself against him.
 
"I think we should adjourn to the bedroom, don't you?" He whispered in his ear, punctuating his question with a slightly more vigorous rub between her thighs.
 
Carmen

Reluctant to give up this position, I nodded my head slowly, enjoying thuroughly his cock pressing against my ass. Giving him a little grind and rub, I turned and smiled, "Yes."
I was more than curious to see him out of those clothes he had on, having never seen him before in the 'flesh'.
"Lead on Master." I purred the words, teasing him I hoped.
 
The onlt thing that allowed him to take his hand away was the knowledge that they would be doing much more, very soon. And that he could have her whenever he wanted after that as well.

Taking her hand in his, incedentally, the one he had been using to play with her pussy, he led her out of his office and to the bedroom.

Once there, he closed the door, mainly from habit not for privacy, and began to unbutton his shirt.
 
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