Enslaved Professor

[Rollplayer36]

Closed for Rick345

Enslaved Professor.

Elizabeth sighed. This was supposed to be an exciting evening. She wanted to surprise her husband. Having dressed up in a slave outfit.
She was wearing leather bands on wrists and ankles. Connected with chains to each other and a collar around her slender neck. Around her hips, breasts and over her lower face was thin, almost transparent silk.

It was designed after what many of the real slaves wore, although this particular one was quite expensive.

Slavery had become legal again about 20 years ago.

Too many people having too much dept, slavery was reintroduced. A person could wipe their dept by become a slave for a certain amount of time. Of course length and conditions were agreed before signing the contract. Though it was known that their owners not always kept to them.

As soon as someone was registered as a slave, they lost all property. Had no wife or husband anymore and no rights except for what was agreed upon.
Each slave would get a number and a tracker, which made escape almost impossible.

Just a minute before Liz had gotten a text from Thomas.
"Hey honey. Really sorry but there is an emergency in China. I'll have to fly there immediately. Will be gone for about a week. Love Thomas."

Back when they were freshly married, their sexlife had been great but now 4 years later a certain routine had settled in. Both of them were busy with work a lot of the time. He was a consultant for a big trading company. She was a professor at the local university. A position she was really proud of. Especially for her 27 years of age.

So both didn't put a lot of effort into their sexlife and it had gone stale. This was the reason for this ridicules outfit Liz was wearing right now.

Frustrated, she wanted to change. Stepping in front of the full sized bedroom mirror.
She looked still young. Too young in her mind. Her small frame, 165 cm of height and smoth face had always made her seem much to young.

At work she wore expensive business suites and highheels. But now in this she looked and felt like a young girl.

It was quite exciting her to think of herself as his slave for a moment. In classes or meetings she was fierce and strong willed to make up for her age and stature. So students and staff feared the petite history professor Elizabeth Thorn alike.

Now though there was nothing to see of the Professor Bitch, as some of the students called her behind her back.
Just a humble slavegirl with blue eyes, pale skin, long blond hair and a for her small frame large breasts.

A little giggle came from her mouth at the naughty thought.

Deciding she needed a drink she made her way into the luxurious kitchen. The large house they lived in was near the university in an housing area provided for the higher university employees.

Reaching the kitchen she felt the tiles beneath her feet and the warm breath that came through the open garden door on her almost bare skin. It was summer and the semester wouldn't start for another 3 weeks.

Fixing her drink she suddenly froze. There was a figure standing in the door frame.

 

[Rick345]

His car sped toward Tom’s house hoping he wasn’t to late. Earlier that morning just before getting the papers pursuant to the Muller deal he had lost his cellphone and had no way to call or even text Tom, but in the plain black attache case laying on the seat beside him could make or break the company he had built from the ground up.

“Rick how could you be so fuck’n stupid to drop your cell in the toilet then flush it for God’s sake”, the dark haired man shouted to himself, slamming his fist into the roof of his completely restored 2020 BMW M5 Touring car. His steely blue eyes focus with intensely on the road as white lines speed by with a blur. He was on a mission.

Tom is his right-hand man, and the right man for the job, that’s why he hired him a couple of months ago. Tom with his silver tongue to could charm the devil out of his pitchfork but more importantly Tom tenacity to get the job done whatever it took. Tom was Rick's go to guy. His fixer.

Grabbing the slim black case in one hand and pushing the door open with the other he didn’t even take time to straighten his tie and smooth the winkles from the trousers of his gray custom tailored suit before rushing to the door and opening it with the key Tom had given him.

His jaw dropped before him was a slave, that seemed careless of Tom to leave this one unattended. According to the standard contract clause 18.1 sub-part B, slaves were never to be unattended a prevision dating back to the time before trackers but it was never taken out of the contract just for safety sake. While Tom was a bit careless he couldn’t be faulted to being substandard, this slave was certainly top shelf, top of the line. Anyhow, he’d take her along with him when he left just to keep Tom out of trouble with the registry.

While salves “belonged” to whomever, they were contracted to they were considered registry property till their debt was paid in full. Credit companies sold a persons debt to the registry, and the registry took care of the paperwork and legal lose ends. A slave’s hours and tasks were tracked ticking off the credit till they would be freed. If a slave owner wanted to keep “their” slave they would pay a small monthly fee to the registry extending the contract. It was like a bucket were slaves were allowed to empty the bucket a drop or two per day while the slave owners kept the facet dripping filling the bucket. It isn’t exactly legal but it is common practice. The registry playing both ends against the middle making money from everyone.

The only exception happened when the salve was a born slave. There are basic two classes of slave, sometimes a mother or a couple are so deeply in debt they “sell” their unborn or new born child to the registry, those slaves are given special training in various sexual skills and how to do simple menial tasks this type and never gain their freedom.

Most slaves however, are made slaves, made slaves sell themselves to the registry to payoff their debts and hope to someday regain their freedom. The two classes are commonly refereed to as marked or unmarked, the born slaves are given a small tattoo just above their right butt cheek consisting of two links of chain. Marking the fact they were a “Slave Forever”.

In a stride Rick was face to face with this young beauty, “Put down that drink!”

Reaching out and forcing her hand to the counter a ring clear as the peel of a bell sounded as crystal met the black polished granite of the counter top of the islander.

“Three questions first where is your master?, Show me your mark?, What is your name and number?”

His tone made it clear he wanted the truth and he wanted it quick. He'd check later if she was in the registry that is if her records weren't sealed.

 

[Rollplayer36]

Liz was completely perplex. A strang man was standing in her kitchen and talked to her like a lowly slave and not the head of this household or the important Professor.

The sound made by her ring made her look down.

'oh god no." she thought in panic. Elizabeth was still wearing the slave outfit. She was standing practically naked in front of a stranger and he thought she was a slave.

She had to think of something. He couldn't know she was professor Elizabeth Thorn. He probably knew her husband and this could tarnish both their reputations. It wouldn't be hart to figure out why she was dressed like that.

She had no choice but to play along for now. She had always been clever and sure to figure something out.

"My master is out of the country, as far as I know. My mistress is on a conference. " she begun to explain in a submissive tone. She had to give some excuse for Elizabeth Thorn not being around.

"Sir I don't have a mark. I'm a bought slave. My name is Sofia. Slavenumber 635481."

Liz didn't know much about slaves so she just made a number up. They had several servants but no slaves.

She waited for his response, looking down she tried to play the part of the humble slavegirl.

 

[Rick345]

Rick slowly circled her, she was barely covered by the sheerest of material and naked from the waist down. She was certainly a house slave given that her “uniform” offered easy access to whatever pleasures of the flesh her master may desire even at the slightest notice.

“Obviously Tom isn’t here, and you can’t stay here by yourself. You know the rules.”, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the car, “You’re coming home with me till I can figure out what to do with you. I claim salvage rights to abandoned property. Which means you’re mine now till you are returned to your rightful owner. 635481… “

Reaching the car he was tempted to just shove her in the trunk but looking at her bare ass as he opened the car door that wouldn’t allow him to enjoy her on the drive back.

She slides in, “Don’t worry about the seat-belt you’ll need room to move around”, winking at her as she slid into the car and he closed the door, hurrying to the other side and slipping in himself. He checked the mirrors, turned to look behind him and unzipped his pants.

The crunch of gravel under the wheels turned quickly to the smooth hum of tires on the well maintained highway. He pushed back his seat and grabbed a hunk of Sonia’s hair forcing her face toward his lap.

“OK, slut you know the drill suck my cock...”

 

[Rollplayer36]

Being dragged out of her house was terrible. She shouldn't go with him and make the whole situation even worse. But what choice did she have.

More on her mind was the fact that she was nearly naked. Out in the open in front of her house. If a neighbor saw her, there were sure to be rumors to go around.

Stepping into his car she felt a bit safer. In retrospect was it definitely a stupid idea to just let him take her.

Little did she know that her life was about to change.

For the moment she decided to play along to keep her cover up. So when he pushed her head into his lap, she was at least not visible to her neighbors.

Hesitantly she freed his cock from the trousers. Right in front of her face it looked enormous. Well it certainly was the biggest one Liz ever saw.

Her slender fingers touched it carefully. She was way out of her waters, for she had never sucked a penis before. The had always hated the idea to take one into her mouth. Now though she was about to find out what it was like.

She could easily put both her hands on his cock and still had enough to suck on. Slowly she started to move her hands.

She gave the head a slender kiss. Then another, holding a bit longer. The third time she opened her mouth and let it slide in. A strange taste filled her mouth.

Elizabeth started to lick his head, strock him and suck him in.
Getting faster she got into a rhythm after a while. He had a feeling that she even might was enjoying it.

 

[Rick345]

Driving with only one hand was easy now that they were on a deserted highway, running the fingers of his free hand though her golden hair he moaned, “That a good little slut, use your tongue swirl it around the head of my cock… Awwww”

Reaching down his hand felt her silky firm back till he reached the object of his search that round tight ass. Giving it squeeze, “What a fine ass you have you’re going to be a stellar fuck I just know it.”

Moving the sheer material to the side just to be sure she wasn’t tattooed. Making off with someone marked slave could lead to serious consequences. It was rumored taking a "marked" as it is commonly called, even accidentally could lead to jail time as much as five to ten years. Rustling marked slaves happens their sexual skills are so desired they have been known to fetch a king’s ransom on the black market.

 

[Rollplayer36]

She had to answer him while his big cock was in her mouth. For he was pushing her head down.

"Thank you Sir. I'm a new slave. My mistress had bought me for her husband as a suprice." That was only halftrue. She wanted to suprice her husband with that outfit and play his slave in the bedroom. Not become a slave.

As he grabbed her tiny ass in his big strong hand Liz felt her body responding. First with anxiety but then a strange feeling of arousel came through.

"My mistress wants my master to be the first one to take me as a slave. I don't want to overstep but I don't think you are supposed to fuck me. I apologize Sir."

She chose her words carefully. Trying not to gave to much away about who she really was. She also knew that she was at his mercy until she escaped.

The thought of escape was interrupted by the throbbing of his cock. A moment later his sperm filled her mouth. A horrible taste on her tongue.

Never before she gave a men a blowjob ao she was not prepared for the stream of jiz. To perplex to react in any other way Elizabeth just swallowed it and coughed.

 

[Rick345]

I feel my balls ache to release their load. As my cock throbs my hand slips away from your ass and grip the steering wheel like I’m about to strangle it, as your lips caress my cock sexual tension tingles every cell in my body, my face is red, his knuckles white. I barely hear you, something about a wife buying you as a surprise and I’m not suppose to fuck you...

Everything you said is washed away as I feel thick hot streams of cum issue from my throbbing manhood again and again and again. Auuuuhhhhh! My hips buck ramming the thick rod into your mouth. My eyelids are half closed, my cock continues to throb emptying every last drop of goo.

I look down as I hear you cough, amazed you swallowed it all, all except one small trickle of jiz leaking from the corner of your mouth. My body completely satisfied goes limp for a moment then is jarred from it euphoria by the blaring roar of an 18 wheel truck’s air horn, as I blot upright I see a burly truck driver, his middle finger extended mouthing the word ASSHOLE! and realize I had swerved into oncoming traffic. I jerk the wheel and the car leaps back into it proper lane.

The was one hell of a blowjob I murmur under my breath, “Sorry Sofia but fuck that was on hell of a blowjob, at lest I would have enter heaven with a smile of my face, what were you saying about I shouldn’t fuck you?”