Clara's Story - Part 4

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“You remember your cover story?” Ian asked Clara as the elevator carried them up from the laboratory in the cavern to the lobby of his business, Kline Industries. He had invited a few business associates and their spouses over for a small gathering in his private home in the mountains of Vandalia. By now, people were starting to hear about Clara and wanted to meet her. He would have been content to keep her hidden until her contract expired, but he had to be up-front with his staff about keeping an unwilling slave on the property. She needed to see that it was an all-hands on deck operation keeping her safe and secure.

“I’m from Saskatchewan,” Clara repeated. “I was born here, but raised out west. My parents ran a tourist operation and we lived on a reservation which is why I’m so unfamiliar with local culture and customs.” Clara-Jane, the girl who Clara came to replace in Ian’s universe, actually did spend some of her childhood in Saskatchewan, although not to the extent that Clara would be claiming. This would answer questions without arousing suspicion.

“And Saskatchewan is…”

“Not in the nation of Canada, because there is no nation of Canada. It’s in the Native lands west of the Mississippi and Lake Winnipeg. We live in North America, which is an independent nation that extends from Florida to the Mississippi River, up to Ontario and Quebec.”

Ian nodded approvingly. “When did you move to North America?” Ian asked her, testing her knowledge.

“We came off and on for medical treatments for my mother but I didn’t move here full time until I was 20, and I began university. I was sold into sexual slavery as a child because we needed the money, and you are my first posting.”

“I’m very proud of you, pet. You’re such a good girl for memorizing your backstory.”

She hated to admit it, but she liked it when he called her a good girl. Ian only reserved ‘good girl’ for when he was truly impressed.

He led her to the entrance of the skybridge, gripping her harness tightly for fear that she’d bolt. She’d made no effort to run in the two months she’d been with him, but he wasn’t sure she was ready to behave without controls in place. And she was still uncollared, a fact that he was ready to remedy whether she wanted it or not. But he would much rather see her collar herself: to accept his ownership and her place in the dynamic between them.

For now, he placed security officers nearby to keep an eye on his pet to make sure she didn’t do anything stupid.

It was only a 20-meter “commute” on the skybridge over a rambling brook, but the mountains were coated with white and Ian was glad for the cover as he brought his pet over to meet his associates.

“There she is!” Ian’s fiancee, Brooke, exclaimed with joy. Clara knew Brooke’s enthusiasm had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with the status and wealth she represented.

The people at the gathering were dressed sharply with ladies in cocktail dresses and gentlemen in suits and ties. Clara’s typical clothing made her look childish compared to Brooke and the other elegantly dressed ladies. Their makeup was done well, their hair was perfect, and Brooke, as always, looked like a million dollars. Brooke was a Barbie doll, and Clara was the Skipper doll.

Clara glanced down at herself. She was dressed in a tailored, dark blue velvet dress with short sleeves and a knee-length skirt. The dress itself looked suitable for an older teenager, except the bustline was lower, exposing a little cleavage. Her red hair was held off of her face with a powder blue headband, and she wore a pair of kitten heels in a similar powder blue. Though she wore no collar, the golden cuffs affixed to her wrists and ankles signified her status and promised quick control should she act up.

Ian released the handle that poked through the back of Clara’s dress and Brooke quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and took her around to meet the others.

Brooke was in her element showing off her fiancé's sexual slave to the other ladies. Clara was a status symbol, signaling to everyone that Brooke did not have to engage in such distasteful tasks as having sex with her man. They had a girl for that.

“Your Mistress picked a beautiful dress for you!” one of the ladies announced, asking Clara to spin around for her. When she did, the lady asked Brooke about the flexible mesh handle on Clara’s back.

“It’s for control,” Brooke said, giving the handle a firm tug. “Her collar is still on order. It’s a top of the line model and it needs to be custom made.”

Clara knew that wasn’t true. The collar that was destined to end up around her neck was dangling from a cord above the cage where she was housed. It lowered, and occasionally raised, based on her behavior until she could earn the “privilege” of reaching it to put it on.

Brooke continued to explain the merits of the harness with the strong magnetic hold on Clara’s body, and then to Clara’s utter mortification, lifted her skirt to display the network of straps that hugged the younger woman’s hips. Clara’s hands immediately pushed down on the front of the dress to conceal the chastity cup, but it was too late. “What on earth is that?” someone asked, pointing to the golden cup that covered Clara’s mons.

Brooke feigned confusion, but Clara realized quickly that she’d meant the women to notice the cup. “This?” she said, pushing Clara’s hands away and lifting the dress in the front. “It’s a chastity device. Ian won’t let anyone touch her. He’s very protective of her and keeps her locked up constantly. Only he can remove it.” The women looked confused and Brooke leaned in and let them in on the secret she just couldn’t wait to spill. “She’s fertile.”

Gasps came from every woman present including the catering staff who were preparing dinner. “You’re kidding me!” one said. “How did you manage that? You’re going to be a mother, Brooke?”

Over my dead body, Clara thought, burning with humiliation, pushing the dress back down. It was an adults-only party, which according to the contract that bound her to Ian meant she could be naked or even engaged in sexual relations with others if Ian deemed it so.

During dinner, Clara was seated on the floor atop a soft cushion between Ian and Brooke’s chairs at the head of the table, the customary place for a slave. Ian and Brooke engaged in polite talk that Clara mostly ignored until one of the men spoke up asking, “She may not have a collar yet, but does she have a red tail? That’s all that she really needs. A good red-tail keeps them all in line.” The men around the table had a good laugh as they described the red-tails each of their wives had, waiting for them in a drawer or box in the closet in case they were needed. The women squirmed uncomfortably in their seats at the mention of the most feared punishment that could be applied by the men who headed their households.

As WERT had explained to Clara, in the 1950’s, the First Lady of North America was forced to wear a red tail, crafted from her own hair and secured by a plug in her ass, to a public event to punish her for having embarrassed the president and the nation. This created a tradition of using red-tails for severe, public correction. The punishment itself lived in the wearer’s head as her shame was put on display for everyone to view. The First Lady from the original story had had her beautiful long blonde hair cut short, but tails today were made of long horse hair that was bleached and dyed an eye-catching shade of red. Worn in the woman’s ass, it was meant to be displayed. She would never be permitted to remove it herself and part of the punishment was in forcing her to go about her daily routine with the tail in full view.

“Be assured, friends, that both of my girls have red tails waiting for them, should the need arise,” Ian said, giving Brooke a stern look. She instantly demurred.

“You did very well tonight,” Ian told Clara as he returned her to the cold, damp cavern after the guests had left. She had knelt on the floor for the entire dinner as the ‘adults’ sat at the table. Not a single one of them was under 40, she learned, and some were in their 60’s. But all of them still appeared to be in their thirties. Clara had to marvel at how youthful they all appeared . “You made Brooke and me look good, and you’ll be rewarded for that.”

“Rewarded how?” Clara asked on their way back to the cavern.

“I’ll give you some time out of the belt and some toys to use as you please. And of course, I’ll lower the collar over your cage. It’s getting close now. I’m so proud of your progress, pet. For tonight, I want you to get a good night’s rest.”

Ian opened the cage door, and handed Clara some warm pajamas. She changed in front of him and washed her face in the sink in her cage. The collar descended further than she was expecting. “You recited your backstory so well when Mr. Townsend asked you about yourself. You really did an amazing job tonight, pet. You were such a good girl.”

Clara felt her pussy respond to the praise he was giving her, but nothing she could do would alleviate her need. Her fingers might as well have been 10 feet away from her pussy. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close, pressing his lips to hers for a warm kiss.

—

Ian left Clara in her cage the following morning before he left for work. She hated being left for so many hours alone, but at least she had WERT to talk to. She passed the time studying the subjects that Clara-Jane had a degree in. She needed to know the content well enough to impress Ian, who quizzed her informally. He also had her working on college algebra, which she hated very much.

Clara’s focus turned to the golden collar that was suspended over the top of the cage. If she jumped high enough, her fingers could just barely graze it. She needed something to stand on, but the furniture in her cage was secured to the floor with Ian’s ubiquitous use of magnets everywhere, including her body.

“WERT, can you bring me something that can slip through the bars to help me reach the collar?”

The little robot beeped in compliance and provided Clara with a step-stool from the kitchen “Finally!” Clara called out when her fingers wrapped around the smooth golden metal and pulled it down. She held the collar in her hands, wondering what she should do with it. She’d worked hard, behaving and demonstrating her trustworthiness to Ian and complying with his rules enough that the collar had been within reach. She was beginning to accept that her future would be in Ian's world, so she really wanted the freedom the collar would buy her. She could access the entire cavern apartment, use the TV, get her own food and even take walks outside and talk to Ian’s employees.

But not until she put the collar on. It wouldn’t work to just approach the door to her cage and expect it to swing open at her command just because she had the collar in her hands. Clara approached the door to her cage to check whether it would open if the collar wasn’t on, and the door remained closed. Of course. Ian would not fail to code the lock correctly on the first barrier containing his valuable possession.

Clara laid down and thought about locking the collar around her neck. She had warmed toward Ian, and staying here in Vandalia for a bit –perhaps with more freedom– had a certain appeal. Ian had unlocked more channels on the television, and she’d gotten a good glimpse of North American society. The people also lived much longer, so she would not be sacrificing her youth to enslavement.

“Pet, you did it!” she heard Ian call from the top of the staircase. She was so deep in thought that she hadn’t heard the transporter activate. His position at the university where they had met had ended, but he still visited other worlds to coordinate his mining operations. Clara set the collar down and scrambled to take her position. She knelt on the cushion before the recliner in her cage and spread her knees wide to display the chastity cup secured to her pussy. She was wearing a short, pleated skirt, so Ian’s view would be unobstructed. She put her arms behind her back, holding the opposite elbow with each hand, and straightened her spine the way he had taught her.

“Needed a little help to reach the collar, eh, pet?” Ian said, seeing the step stool. Ian picked it up, the magnets releasing for him, and returned it to the kitchen. “WERT, did you bring the stepstool to the cage?”

“Yes, Mr. Kline. There was no protocol to disallow such an action.”

“It’s all right this time, WERT. But don’t do it again.”

WERT beeped in compliance. Ian picked up the collar from the bed and handed it to Clara. “I hope you have come to accept your position here in my world, pet. You will be cherished, and loved, cared for, and honored for your submission to me.” He gathered Clara up into his arms. A soft kiss was planted on her head, and he beamed at her with pride. “You did so well, pet,” he crooned to her.

Clara was ready to accept one truth; Ian had developed an authentic affection for her. He was going to take care of her and meet her every need. If she behaved, he’d meet her wants as well. She was also not going to return to her homeworld without his approval and assistance. A few weeks before, to demonstrate this, he permitted her to tinker in the transportation room. He even told her how to make the machine work. It never once responded to her. His presence alone was insufficient to activate the transporter; it required his active control. Clara sighed. Things could be much worse for her. Life was similar here and if she never returned home, she could be happy in this world. It would mean learning history from the point just before the American Revolutionary War, and she was bound to mix things up and make a few social faux pas, but she could adjust to life here on Ian’s world. At least for the next 10 years, and maybe more.

He was waiting for her to put the collar on herself, signifying that she had accepted her position. Clara closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she held the open collar up against her throat. It was solidly built and inflexible. Ian wound her hair into his hand as she opened the hinge and placed it around her neck. He watched her with eager anticipation as she joined the two open ends together to close it. He pressed his thumb to a plate and the locking mechanism activated. She looked at him, seeing the pride and affection in his dark eyes. Her hand went to the metal and explored it. It was perfectly smooth except for two seams at the back. The weight was unfamiliar to her, and she understood it was crammed with technology she couldn’t even fathom. She gave it a tug to confirm what she already understood. It wasn’t going to open for her.

“You’ve done so well, pet!” Ian told her. He tipped her chin up and placed an affectionate and possessive kiss on her lips. “Let me show you how your collar works.” Ian stood up and held his hand out to Clara. “Your cage door has a green light on the lock. You can go anywhere on the property that has a green light. Red lights are off limits, and yellow lights indicate that it’s time to return to your cage.” Ian pointed to the cage door. “Open it.”

Clara grabbed the handle and pushed on the door. It opened right away. She smiled and stepped out of the cage. The base of the staircase leading up to the elevator landing was illuminated in green. She grinned happily and ran up to the second floor; an activity that had been strictly forbidden.

Ian got a leash and climbed the stairs to join her. “If you approach a red-zone, your collar will buzz to let you know. That’s a signal to turn around. If you ignore the buzz, you’ll get a painful shock right on the front of your throat. The shocks will increase in intensity until you turn around.” Ian sensed her concern and he wrapped his arms around her. “Don’t worry my sweet pet. You’ll never be shocked without a warning.”

“Oh good,” Clara said in a deadpan tone of voice. “Now you can shock my pussy and my throat.”

Ian pulled her in closer, holding her firmly. “I have to keep you safe and in line, pet.” He clipped the magnetic end of her leash onto the collar and wrapped it around his wrist, holding the cord firmly in his hand. “You can lead the way. Take me somewhere, pet.”

Clara grinned. “Why do you need the leash if I can’t run away?”

“Aesthetics, mostly.” Ian rubbed a hand through his hair. “I’m just being careful,” he admitted. “We tested the system before you arrived, but now you’re here, and…” His voice trailed off and then he plucked the leash from Clara’s collar and slipped its coiled length into his pocket. “You’re right. The system works fine, and I have confidence in it. You are fully secure.”

With a broad smile on her face, Clara mashed the elevator call button, which for the first time, she noticed was illuminated in green. The elevator only went between the main floor and the cavern laboratory. There were other elevators to carry workers to the office floors above.

Clara guided them into the lobby and Ian let her lead without holding her harness. She followed one of four trails outlined by discreet green lights, leading outside. “They light up only when you are present to tell you where you may go,” Ian said. The ones leading you back to the cavern are always green. You will never suffer consequences from a malfunctioning system if you return to your cage.

Clara headed down a hiking trail. She wasn’t dressed for hiking, but she wouldn’t be taking them too far. She asked how far she could go and he explained that she had 50 meters in every direction from the complex. The collar would be unforgiving once she crossed the perimeter that had been established for her, so she was to mind its warning buzz.

When she’d tested the collar and had her fill of nature, Clara led Ian back to the building and across the skybridge to his home. She poked around in the kitchen and wandered around the house. It was no larger than a typical family home, but the decor was top of the line. Ian’s bedroom was closed off to her, but he disabled the boundary temporarily for her to explore. There was nothing exceptional. Clara felt a twinge of jealousy seeing Brooke’s clothing in the walk-in closet..

Clara steered them to the suite that he had assigned to her. “Can I sleep here if I want to?” Clara asked.

“Not while Brooke is in residence, but otherwise, as long as the lights are green, you’re welcome to be here. I reserve the right to join you in bed.”

Clara nodded her head. She might have expected that, considering the bedroom she was given had a king-sized bed.

Ian guided her to the bed and sat her down at the foot of it. “Sweet pet,” he murmured at her, ordering her to strip and watching her with lust. Clara pulled off her blouse, letting it slide off her creamy white shoulders. Her bra came next followed by her socks, shoes, and then her skirt. She stood before him wearing only the golden devices that secured her both for his peace of mind, and his personal satisfaction.

He unclipped the mesh harness that hugged her hips and wrapped around her thighs. The handle at the back poked through every outfit she wore, serving as an extra measure of control. But here she was, fully compliant, standing in a pool of the clothes he’d picked for her. She cuffs on her wrists and ankles he’d placed there, she wore the chastity cup he’d designed for her, and the plug he selected was buried in her ass, removable only by him. Now she also wore his collar; she’d accepted her fate and submitted to him of her own volition.

“I will keep the harness off as long as you behave,” Ian told her. He pressed his finger to the chastity cup to release it, turned her around and detached the rear bar that held the anal plug inside of her, and pulled the entire device away. She groaned when he pulled the plug from her, but sighed contentedly when he replaced it with a standalone plug that had a flanged base to prevent it from entering her body all the way. She had grown used to the feeling of having her ass filled, he noted with a satisfied smile.

“You’re keeping the harness off, but what about the cup?”

Ian chuckled. “Not a chance, pet. You’ll be wearing it once again when we’ve had our fill here in bed.”

He smiled, content to let her enjoy her reward for being exceedingly good. He handed her a vibrator and instructed her to lay on the bed. “Spread your legs wide, pet. You can have some fun while I watch.”

Clara’s eyes widened. It wasn’t just any vibrator that Ian gave her; it was her own trusty vibrator from home that never failed her. “But Sir,” she said, “I owe you one more orgasm before I’m permitted to cum.”

Ian smiled with approval over his pet bringing a potential error in counting to his attention. “You get a freebie today.”

Clara sucked her breath in and brought the toy to life. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow as her muscle memory took over. Her fingers knew exactly how to bring herself to a satisfying climax, and she never missed her mark. She spread her legs wide, keeping her knees bent with her kneecaps pointing upward. She wondered what she must look like with the flared base of the neon pink anal plug poking out of her rear, but she knew Ian was enjoying the view, and that was all that mattered. She moaned softly as she inserted the vibrator into the folds of her dripping, pink pussy and her fingers immediately began gently teasing her clit. She sighed softly as the vibrator hummed on low speed and she went through her routine, starting slow. Her fingers outlined her pussy, stroking her external labia up and down and then working her way inward, toward the vibrator, which she intermittently fucked herself with, pushing and pulling it in and out as she tickled her g-spot with the curved end.

Ian unzipped his slacks and pulled out his hard cock as he watched his pet pleasure herself; something she was doing only because he willed it to be so. He casually stroked himself to semi-hardness, but cumming was not his intention just yet. He wanted to watch Clara and enjoy her afterward. She would cum multiple times today, he thought to himself. The first one was all hers to do her way.

Ian gave Clara the space to handle her pussy, and within minutes, the red-headed slave was pulling and tugging on her trusty vibrator, coaxing herself closer to climax. He watched her as her limbs trembled; she was getting close. Her back arched and her muscles stiffened as she surrendered to the sensations and the climax overtook her. She grunted and moaned as she rode the orgasm out to its completion and then she flopped down on the bed, spent. Ian smiled and pulled her vibrator from her grip, working against her protests as he brought it to the bathroom for a good washing. “Don’t worry, pet. You’ll see this toy again in the future.” He kissed her head and stored the vibrator in a locked box that was kept in her new room. A morning filled with debauchery and multiple orgasms for each of them left Ian and Clara exhausted and very satisfied.

“I’m going to take you somewhere, pet,” Ian said, pulling Clara close to him as they laid together in bed. “I was thinking of a cruise. Have you ever been on one?”

Clara’s eyes illuminated. “I have!” she said. “I’ve loved the cruises I’ve been on. Do you have a big fancy yacht or something?”

Ian smiled. “I don’t have a yacht. I was thinking of a commercial cruise ship. We could interact with people and enjoy some structured activities.”

“That sounds delightful, Sir,” she said. “Thank you!”

—

One week later Ian loaded his collared pet into the back of a vehicle while his driver stored suitcases in the trunk. Suddenly Brooke came trotting out of the house with a suitcase of her own. Clara tried to hide her dismay, knowing well that visible discord between her and Brooke only led to trouble. Ian had made it clear that Brooke was to be treated as the lady of the house.

“Ms. Brooke!” Clara said with a forced smile. “Mr. Kline said that you didn’t enjoy cruising. I’m glad you decided to give it a try anyway. The warm weather will be a nice change of pace, and I understand the Luxe Eclipse is a very large ship so it should be pretty steady on the water.”

“Now, now, None of those formalities around me. You can just call him Master, dear. Let’s get you on the floor where you belong,” Brooke said. She peeled her gloves off and opened her coat so as not to overheat.

Clara didn’t care to use the m-word, but she also didn’t care to argue with Brooke. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“I expect you to be on your best behavior, Clara,” Brooke told her sternly. “I agreed with Ian when he said you were no longer a flight risk now that you’re properly collared. Not that you should ever have been a flight risk because your sense of duty should have made you feel pride in performing the service for which your family was paid handsomely. In any case, there is more to good behavior than just remaining with your Master, and your Mistress.”

Brooke was not technically Clara’s Mistress. She was not married to Ian yet.

“You will be expected to conduct yourself properly and to always show good training and good manners as a slave. I happen to know that Ian brought an extra suitcase full of toys and some means to control you too. Unless you want to be on the business end of one of those paddles I saw him packing, you had better mind yourself, especially in mixed company.”

Clara had learned many of Ian’s rules and learned how to avoid angering him. A few encounters with the punishment soap taught her to watch her language, and she needed far fewer spankings to control her behavior.

Ian frowned over Clara’s position when he opened the car door and ordered her into a seat. “There are no seatbelts on the floor, Brooke. The slaves travel like everyone else.” He put Clara next to himself and helped her with her seatbelt while Brooke fumed at being overridden.

Clara had learned how difficult Brooke could be. She was a low-ranking socialite lacking capital to fuel her status. Ian was a self-made man and needed someone with clout to lift his own status and help him make business deals. They were a match made in heaven except that they didn’t like each other very much.

One thing was clear, though: Brooke did not appreciate Ian’s need for a sexual companion, and she was especially bitter about the need of a maternal surrogate. But that was a world-wide crisis that affected most women. She flaunted Clara to her friends, but only to make herself seem more wealthy and privileged.

—

The excursion was an adults-only tour of a few Floridian ports followed by a 10-day cruise of the Caribbean islands. “Adults only” meant Clara was to act as Ian’s devoted sex-pet for the entirety of the cruise except on shore excursions where children may be encountered. But Ian didn’t think of it as acting, and this role was feeling increasingly natural to her. On the cruise, though, she knew she might find herself in very kinky scenarios in public places, and she would be expected not to embarrass Ian with bad behavior.

“Here we are,” Ian said after navigating his girls to a stunning two-story suite with a wraparound balcony and floor-to ceiling windows

“There are two bedrooms,” Ian said. “Brooke, you’re upstairs in the primary suite, and pet, you’ll take the downstairs room. I made sure that it’s just as nice.” The rest of the suite featured a sunken living room, a dining area, kitchenette, and an additional, small interior bedroom. Ian teased her that it could serve as her cage should she misbehave.

“You’re not permitted upstairs without permission, pet, and you’re not allowed out of the cabin without my consent.” Ian told her, planting a kiss on her head. “Why don’t you go check out your room while Brooke and I settle in upstairs?” Ian removed the leash from her collar, leaving smooth, uninterrupted metal wrapped around Clara’s slender neck.

Clara was very pleased with her room. It was much larger than a typical cruise ship cabin, and it had its own bathroom with a glass enclosed shower and a bathtub with fancy soaps and fluffy towels. The balcony outside of her bedroom could be considered “outside” of the suite, so Clara didn’t step onto it just yet.

Ian came down to her room and snapped his fingers, calling Clara to attention. She found the cushion meant for her use and laid it at Ian’s feet before taking her position, kneeling in front of him. Her legs were opened as far as possible in the pencil skirt he selected for her, and her hands went behind her back to grip the opposite elbow, as prescribed. She straightened her back and looked up at him, making eye-contact and waiting for further instruction.

“Good girl!” Ian crooned, stroking his hand through her loose, flamed-colored hair. “You’ll be attending the ship’s I.S. camp. It’s for indentured slaves, and it’s packed with fun activities for you. You’ll make friends, and you’ll attend classes on everything from arts and crafts and baking, to sports, and how to please your Masters, and in some cases, Mistresses.”

Clara’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What? I thought this cruise was a reward for putting on the collar, Sir. I thought you and I would be spending some quality time together to help me resent you less!”

Ian laughed. Clara couldn’t help but be Clara, and that’s what he found so attractive about her. He reached out and stroked her beautiful hair. “I’m sorry, pet,” he said softly. “I didn’t plan to bring Brooke. You and I will still spend plenty of time together.” He smiled at her affectionately and added, “I plan to remove any traces of resentment by the end of this cruise.” But Ian knew that Clara’s resentment for how she ended up in his world had long since vanished and that she had found enjoyment in his treatment of her.

—

“And who do we have here?” asked a woman who worked in the slave camp. Instead of a polo shirt and khakis or some equally mundane work outfit, she wore a pair of thigh-high leather boots with high heels, and a pair of black, skin-tight pants under the boots. A deep red corset cinched in her waist and her arms were bare, a surprising choice of clothing given the cold Norfolk weather. Clara was eager to get to the warm temperatures of the tropics.

“This is my lovely slave Clara-Jane, but she prefers to just go by Clara.”

She appeared to be roughly Clara’s age, not that Clara could accurately guess age on this world. She introduced herself to Ian as “Kassandra” and to Clara as “Miss Kassandra.” Clara balked when Kassandra instructed her to kneel on a large, rectangular stretch of blue velvet on the floor. The soft padding was built directly into the floor and Kassandra told Clara that cushions like this were built into the floors throughout the ships.

Ian removed her magnetic leash and replaced it with a simple O-ring. Clara reluctantly trudged over to the built-in cushion, lowered herself and assumed Ian’s preferred position, spreading her legs wide when he prompted her to maintain the same protocols she did at home. From beneath the short pencil skirt, her golden chastity cup glimmered to anyone bold enough to glance at her crotch.

“I see your slave has a collar and cuffs. Is there anything else locked onto her that may pose a safety risk in the event of an emergency evacuation?”

“Yes,” Ian replied. “She wears a chastity cup and an anal plug held on by magnets and nanites. The cup won’t hinder her movement, but the plug can limit her full range of motion.”

The woman nodded her head and tapped quickly on her keyboard. “Okay, Mr. Kline. We’ll just need you to authorize the ship’s captain to release the items in the event of an emergency. I can assure you that the items will not be tampered with unless there is an actual emergency.”

“Of course,” Ian said, utilizing his phone to grant the ship’s captain all of the necessary access. While he was at it, he granted access to Brooke as well. One could never be too safe.

“And how would you like your slave to be disciplined should the need arise? Most of our guests prefer to grant us the authority so they can fully enjoy their vacations. You’ll get a report if we must issue any corrections.” Kassandra produced some permission forms and releases and Ian checked off which disciplinary measures were authorized for the staff to take.

“Sweet pet, I want you to behave for Kassandra and the rest of the staff. Remember your position and conduct yourself accordingly. I’ll see you at dinner.” He leaned down to kiss Clara before turning and walking away.

“You’re leaving now?” Clara said in disbelief. She stood up and tried to follow Ian out of the room, but her collar buzzed as she got too close to the doorway. In granting the ship authority to release her in an emergency, he had also granted them access to control her.

“Fuck!” Clara hollered.

“Don’t worry, dear.” Kassandra crooned at her. “You’ll be back with your Master in a few hours. For now, we’re going to have lunch with the other slaves. I’ve got some ice breakers planned for everyone. It’ll be fun.” Kassandra snapped a leash onto the o-ring affixed to Clara’s collar.

“I don’t want to do social activities with strangers,” Clara announced. She was very worried to be out of Ian’s presence, and she reached up to the collar and unclipped the leash.

Kassandra swiftly grabbed Clara by the upper arm and swung her forcefully over the back of a sofa in the lobby. “Do not ever touch your leash without permission,” Kassandra hissed at her. She took the paddle from her belt loop and delivered five sharp swats to each of Clara’s ass cheeks, leaving her humiliated and surprisingly well-stung by the assault. “And on this ship,” Kassandra insisted, “We don’t tolerate swearing from the slaves. This is a warning.”

Feeling too proud to heed the instructions of a woman who looked too young to be ordering her about, Clara stomped her foot and started to stand. Kassandra pushed her back down over the back of the sofa. “I’m not done with you yet. I’d like to inspect the chastity cup and anal plug. Lift up your skirt and spread your legs.”

Clara desperately wanted to refuse but knew that doing so would cause her a world of trouble. Staying bent over the sofa, Clara inched the skirt up and spread her legs wide for Kassandra.

“Wow!” muttered Kassandra as she admired the well ventilated golden cup that covered Clara’s pussy. She noted the bar that ran between Clara’s ass cheeks and surmised that it must be anchoring the anal plug buried deep within the slave-girl. Kassandra tugged on the flat disk that adhered to Clara’s back holding the bar tightly in place, but it didn’t budge. “Mr. Kline said that it was held on with nanites and magnets, but where is the anchor point?”

“Inside my body,” Clara muttered, annoyed that the woman was violating her privacy like this.

Kassandra whistled with appreciation. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she said as she helped Clara stand back up straight and right her clothing. Kassandra reattached the leash and wrapped the end around her wrist.

For the next three hours, Clara was forced to remain with the slave camp group. They had their own bon voyage party away from the masters and mistresses, but at least they got to watch the ship set sail from one of the decks. They enjoyed the scene before they all complained of being too cold and they were brought back inside. They played the ice-breaker games Kassandra planned, and Clara was glad to have a believable backstory. With arms crossed over her chest, Clara was led to the camp lobby to meet Ian when it was pick-up time.

“Did you have fun?” Ian asked her.

Clara glowered at him in return. “I got paddled as soon as you left. I told you I didn’t want to go to slave camp, Sir.”

Ian chuckled. “I got the report about that, and there’s a mark on your tally for swearing. I’m sorry about the camp, but you need something to do on cruise days since Brooke will require some of my attention. But we’ll be together when we make port.” Ian clipped the leash to her collar and led her back to the suite.

She showered and changed into the outfit he laid out for her, and he looked pleased when he saw her dressed for dinner. She wore a short plum-colored skirt and thigh-high stockings held up by a garter belt. She also wore mary-janes, and a soft pink blouse with matching cardigan. The headband he selected completed the girlish look of the outfit. Clara disliked how Ian dressed her in such a youthful manner.

Brooke came down the staircase dressed in a stunning cocktail dress and a pair of heels. “Well don’t you look adorable!” she cooed at Clara. A pang of jealousy stabbed through Clara as she watched Brooke take her place beside Ian.

Brooke’s presence meant that Clara was expected to behave as a proper slave, giving deference to the lady of the house. When they got to the dining room, Clara found that a blue-velvet cushion was built into the floor and she took her place on the floor beside the table, leaving herself eye-level with the new friends she had met in camp. She smiled at a few of them from across the way.

Clara ate in silence, listening to the conversation between Ian and Brooke above her. They were having a heated discussion that Clara could not fully understand. She knew that Ian was not entirely happy that Brooke had decided to come on the trip. Before dessert was even served, Brooke stood up sharply from the table and took hold of Clara’s leash. She pulled the red-headed slave to her feet and marched her off to their stateroom, muttering under her breath.

“Is everything okay, Miss Brooke?” Clara asked, hurriedly keeping pace behind the taller woman.

“You’re staying in for the night,” Brooke told her firmly as she brought Clara into her bedroom and disconnected the magnetic leash. “Get yourself changed for bed.”

“It’s only 8:00, though,” Clara said in protest. Brooke shot her a warning glance. “Yes, ma’am,” Clara amended. She changed into a short nightgown which met with Brooke’s approval.

“Pull your gown up,” Brooke told her firmly.

Clara blushed and stammered but she didn’t want to defy Brooke, and she reluctantly pulled her gown up, revealing the golden chastity cup secured to her skin. Brooke reached out to Clara’s crotch and gripped the metal, placing her thumb on the front pad, releasing the cup.

Clara gasped as Brooke pulled it away from her body and removed the plug that was constantly buried deep in her ass. She had not realized that Brooke was authorized to do this. She stood stock still, holding the hem of her gown at her waist as Brooke brought the device to the bathroom and dropped it in the shower stall to rinse it off.

“You have carte blanche to play with your Master’s property tonight.”

Clara’s eyes widened as Brooke showed her the suitcase full of toys Ian had brought for pleasure. “Your Master is so worried about entertaining you on this cruise when his focus should be on his fiancee. So I’ll make sure you’re well entertained without him! Have all the fun you like, but do it in this room and by yourself.”

Clara was stunned and barely eked out a thank you to Brooke.

“I expect we’ll be back after 11pm. Maybe later, but probably not earlier. Be dressed like this when we return, finished with your fun.”

Clara sprung to action as soon as Brooke left the stateroom. She pulled her night gown back up and explored her pussy. The last time she had unrestricted access to herself, she had plenty of hair down there. Now she was bare, apparently permanently so. Not a strand of hair had sprouted since Ian put the device on her. Her fingers ran over her smooth skin, and she parted her legs to give herself access to her slit which she stroked and probed with her fingers. She couldn’t believe the chastity cup was finally off!

I need a vibrator! She rummaged through the suitcase and selected a thick vibrator, then laid down on the bed to make good use of it. She ran it up and down between her lips as her body provided natural lubrication in anticipation of inserting the toy. She lined up the head of the silicone coated cock with her opening and pressed until her body gave way and allowed the vibrator to slip into her. The fullness felt unusually good and Clara quickly submitted to an orgasm. The second and third orgasms came just as easily, much to Clara’s relief.

She sat up in bed, exhausted from enjoying herself so much, and poured herself a glass of shiraz from a bottle that she had ordered from room service. A piece of chocolate cake accompanied her wine and she took indulgent bites while she rested before round two. Her hand wandered down to her pussy, feeling for the magnets Ian had embedded into her skin to hold the chastity cup on. If she pressed hard, she could just barely feel the pea-sized lumps under the skin following the outline of the chastity cup. Without searching carefully with her fingers, she’d never know they were there.

Her ass felt empty, so she looked for a good-sized plug that would challenge her. The plug on the chastity cup’s rear bar was modest in size to keep her open and trained for her Master. A plug for pleasure would have to be bigger. At least as large as Ian’s cock. The feeling of his cock pumping in and out of her ass had grown quite pleasurable, but was never enough to give her an orgasm. When he left a plug in her while taking her pussy, she always had a mind-blowing climax.

The plug she selected was shaped like a torpedo with a flared base to keep it from getting lost in her body. She spread some lube on it, and hiked a foot up on the bed so she could spread her cheeks apart enough to comfortably insert it. She pushed the tip against her pucker and moaned softly as it entered and settled into her body and her muscles clamped around its neck, holding it in place. The familiar sensation of pressure in her rectum immediately ramped up her arousal. She felt an urgency to fill her pussy and she eagerly slipped one of the vibrators inside.

She climbed back in bed and slowly fucked herself with the vibrator, relishing in the feel of it moving in and out of her slickened pussy. She enjoyed her fourth and then her fifth and final orgasm for the evening. She checked the time to see that it was 10:30pm. She had enough fun and needed to get herself ready for bed before Ian and Brooke came back.

—

“I don’t understand,” Ian said the next morning as he looked for his favorite sight. Nothing made him quite as happy as glancing between the legs of his pet to find evidence of her pussy being totally possessed by him. He bent over, hoping that her nighty was concealing the flash of gold he was expecting to see between her legs, but alas, all he found was naked flesh. “Why am I seeing an unprotected pussy?” His face grew worried. “Pet, did a crew member come in here last night and take advantage of you? Tell me the truth.”

An expression of confusion and concern crossed her face. “Uhm, no Sir. Brooke took it off. She told me to entertain myself for the night with the toys you brought.” Clara noticed that a vein was suddenly visible in Ian’s forehead and his skin was turning red.

“And so that’s what you did? You had unrestricted access to your pussy, access I did not approve, and you fucked yourself silly all night long?”

Clara pressed her lips together and nodded her head sheepishly. “She said I could.”

Ian’s hands formed into fists as he tried to piece together the evening’s events. He’d come back with Brooke later in the evening and checked in on Clara, who had been fast asleep in her bed. “Explain to me,” he said with a controlled tone, “Why you accepted direction from Brooke. Is Brooke your owner?”

Clara shook her head. “No, Sir. But she was apparently an authorized user for my device, and I thought that meant she had permission to handle it, and me. It’s not like you wouldn’t know if it came off.”

Irritated, Ian checked his phone to find a missed notification about Clara’s chastity cup being removed.

Ian pinched the bridge of his nose. He was not pleased to learn that Clara had enjoyed five orgasms the previous night, throwing his training schedule off. Before she met him, she had tended to relieve herself manually rather than relying on a live partner. Therefore he was denying her access to herself so she would relearn how to orgasm. It was an essential component of training her. Not to mention the safety factor for Clara, being a fertile female. If she got into trouble with another man, it might leave her pregnant with the wrong man’s child.

“There will be a consequence for last night’s free-for-all, but the greater responsibility lies with Brooke. In the future, she will not give you orders, and she will not be able to remove your devices.”

Ian supervised Clara as she showered, to ensure no additional touching took place. “Bend over,” he directed her once she was dry. He produced an anal plug that was covered in nodules and had what Clara could best describe as a finger or an attachment on it. She lowered her head onto the bed while her hands went behind her and opened herself to her Master. Ian pressed the plug into her pussy, wicking it with natural lubrication, then pushed it to her sphincter that had tightened over night. He eased the plug in, and once it was in place, Clara felt the little attachment settle right onto her clit. “Oh no!” Clara said out loud when she realized what was to come. “Spread,” Ian ordered her, and Clara moved her legs apart so Ian could seat the chastity cup over her pussy and lock the clit tickler out of reach.

“You’re on anal only for the foreseeable future,” he told her firmly. The quickest way to restore her latent horniness was to fill her ass while teasing and denying her pussy. He tugged the chastity cup and the rear bar to ensure a tight fit and he gave her an affectionate slap on the ass. “Go get yourself dressed,” he said. “The weather is mild, but you might still want a jacket in North Florida.”

The shouting match Ian had with Brooke in the bedroom above had Clara feeling uneasy. She couldn’t make out what was being said, but she started to get ideas when Ian came downstairs to tell Clara, “Brooke is not feeling well, she’s decided to stay in for the day.” He didn’t care to elaborate but Clara did not see Brooke for the rest of the day.

Ian and Clara went on the shore excursion of the capital of Florida and its oldest city, St. Augustine. Having been established in the 1500’s, it had turned into a major metropolitan city after North America acquired it in the late 1800’s. The historic district was filled with one-story coquina structures and narrow streets where pedestrians milled about and learned of the wars fought between the British and Spanish. In her world, the larger city of this region was Jacksonville, but there was no Jacksonville in this world, and St. Augustine had grown instead. They ate traditional foods of St. Augustine, and went on tram rides to explore the historic sites. For the entire day, Clara’s horiness grew and grew, and the satisfaction she found the previous night had worn off. She needed a release once again, and by the time they returned to the cabin for the night, Clara was begging to give Ian enough orgasms to buy herself another one of her own.

“Oh, you can most certainly give me an orgasm,” Ian told Clara later as he stripped her bare in her cabin bedroom. He gathered her wrists behind her back and secured them with a short chain attached to her cuffs. His touch released the chastity cup and he pulled the plug out of her ass carefully, revealing an open, sensitized canal ready for him to enjoy.

He had been semi-hard as they explored the city, knowing his slave was frustrated and denied as the plug and clit-tickler teased her relentlessly. His hand pumped himself to hardness and he propped a few pillows beneath Clara’s hips to raise her to just the right angle. He drizzled some lube into her ass and pushed himself into her rear hole, moaning contentedly.

Clara moaned as well, but due to need, not fulfillment. “Sir, please!” she begged him. “Release my hands so I can play with myself!”

“Is that how this works?” Ian asked. “This is the first of three, and don’t even think of asking for another orgasm until you’ve at least satisfied our usual ratio.” He began to pump in and out of her ass, groaning with pleasure.

“Yes, Sir,” Clara said in a tone of voice that barely masked her irritation and disappointment. “I’m happy that you’re having fun, Sir.”

“Are you really?” he asked, gripping her ass.

“Yes, Sir. I love that you’re having fun, Sir.”

“I want you to prove it to me, pet. I’m making a rule that only one of us will cum this evening and I’m giving you the choice of who that will be. I want you to pick right now which of us gets to cum. Which of us deserves to have the fun, and which of us deserves to go to bed horny and frustrated?”

Clara was silent for a few seconds. She asked if he was serious, and he confirmed, “I will go to bed horny and frustrated if you choose to keep the orgasm for yourself.” He continued to pump in and out of her, but his pace slowed, ensuring that he would not cum before he was ready. Clara reveled in the fullness as he filled her ass. He stretched her to the max, and his cock tickled the other side of her vaginal wall, driving her crazy with need.

She wanted to cum so bad that she almost took the orgasm for herself. But Ian was a very principled man, in a weird sort of way, and she believed that he would go to bed frustrated and unfilled. She didn’t want to do that to him. He deserved to have his fun. Clara cried out with frustration. “Fine,” she said in a terse voice. “Go ahead and cum.” She pulled impotently at her cuffs, wishing so badly she could reach down and rub her clit.

“Oh, that’s not a very nice way to concede something so special to your Master, is it?”

Clara sighed deeply. “I want you to fuck me to completion, and spill your seed inside of me. You get the orgasm, Sir. I had enough fun last night, and I want you to be fulfilled right now.”

Ian’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. His ownership of Clara had reached a new level and he couldn’t be happier to see it. He gripped her hips with both hands and picked up the pace, driving himself into her ass, pounding her with his hips upon each inward thrust. His balls slapped against her pussy, stimulating her cunt and furthering her need, but she sacrificed her climax to please her Master.

“You are such a good girl,” Ian grunted out with strained words as his balls tightened and he emptied his load into Clara’s ass. He remained in her as his cock softened, then pulled out of her, slapping her ass playfully. “Only two more to go, and you can orgasm,” he told her. “You’ll sleep with my cum inside you as a reminder of the good choice you made, sweet pet.” He replaced her chastity cup and inserted a smooth anal plug, not wanting anything too big or elaborate to interrupt her sleep.

“The cuffs, Sir?” she asked.

“Those stay on. Good night, pet.”

—

The following day was an afternoon spent somewhere in the Florida Keys. As Clara learned, the Keys weren’t populated, but one had a resort and some water slides to enjoy in addition to the beach and snorkeling at a nearby coral reef. Brooke still did not feel well enough to join them, so Clara enjoyed her time with Ian.

“I’d like you to come with me to dinner as my date tonight,” Ian told Clara as they walked up the gangplank after a day of sun and fun at port. “Brooke has decided to go home early and I have a friend picking her up before the ship disembarks. I want you to meet him.”

Ian produced a sleeveless black cocktail dress with a low-cut square neckline that showed off Clara’s breasts, but remained appropriately modest for public wear. Clara wondered if it was actually Brooke’s dress, but it fit her like a glove. Ian had actually brought her some mature clothing to wear! Her golden collar was fitted with an overlay of drop pearls, concealing it as jewelry. He removed the cuffs from her wrists and ankles and left her hair down, styled in an elegant manner. She wore a pair of high heels, which she was particularly excited about. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and marveled at her appearance. She finally felt like an independent adult again after being treated like a subordinate for so long. Ian offered Clara the crook of his arm and he escorted her from the cabin.

“Greg!” he called out when he spotted a man who looked to be just a bit older than Ian. Clara had been taken to a swanky cocktail lounge where Ian’s business partner was waiting for them.

A broad smile spread across the other man’s face and they briskly shook hands. “And who is this striking woman standing in for Brooke tonight?” Greg asked.

“This is Clara, my newest slave.”

Greg warmly took Clara’s hand as he flashed her a devilish smile. He seemed to know exactly the right questions to ask, which disarmed Clara. He wanted to know where she was from, but his emphasis on the word “where” was peculiar.

“She’s from 103 AC-JH” When Ian said it, he used the word negative before the letter J.

Greg threw his head back and let out a knowing laugh. “You actually did it! I can’t believe you did it!”

Clara didn’t understand it, but the name Ian gave her world relied on a system of naming that helped people in the know understand a little of the world without a detailed explanation. 103 is the order of the worlds that were found. AC-JH indicated on a scale of A-Z, how far from A key features of the world deviated from their own world. The leading A indicated that the climate was similar, the next letter C suggested how easily and safely they could interact with the local culture, the J was for technology more or less advanced than theirs, and the H indicated the likelihood of encountering people who existed on both worlds.

Ian smiled and turned to Clara. “And this, my dear pet, is Greg Montalban. Greg is my business partner and knows all about the technology that gets created in the caverns of Kline Industries.”

“He’s the brains and I’ve got the deep pockets.”

Ian’s pockets seem pretty deep, Clara thought.

“I’ll leave you two to talk while I check in on Brooke. The ship disembarks in an hour, so be sure to be off the ship by then.” he explained to Greg. “And remember you two, you’re on a commercial ship. Be discreet with your conversation about proprietary technology.”

“We’re on a commercial ship for right now. I’m planning on stealing your little filly away in my yacht.”

Ian shot Greg a warning glance but the two were friendly enough to know when the other was teasing.

“I’m only on board to meet you,” Greg confessed to Clara once they were alone. “Ian asked me to take Brooke home. She’s too humiliated to take a plane from the next port, so I said I’d pick her up here. I could have just sent the yacht, but I wanted to meet you.” He steered Clara to a table tucked into a quiet corner of the lounge.

“Humiliated?” Clara said, confused. “What does she have to be humiliated about?”

Greg lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “Do you have the custom of red-tails where you’re from?”

Clara nearly choked on her cocktail and her eyes bugged out in surprise. “You’re kidding me! He actually gave her a red tail? And no, that’s not something we do where I’m from.”

Greg leaned in close to Clara and confided, “She had it coming. She’s been difficult to control since before you entered Ian’s life. But enough about Brooke. Tell me about your world. I’ve traveled to a few of the places Ian found. Some of them are technological marvels, and on some of them, the humans are hunter-gatherers. Most of the portals he finds lead to empty space where there should be an Earth, but there is not. On some of the worlds, we employ people to do mining in exchange for medical technology. They’re happy to get aspirin and adhesive bandages, but we do much more for them too.”

Clara explained that their worlds split off before the American Revolutionary War, and that the United States and his world’s North America did not cover the same land mass. She described Vandalia as the state called West Virginia and that it wasn’t the technological hub that Vandalia was.

“You don’t have Trentsville?” he asked her, surprised.

“No, and you don’t have Miami. It’s a southern city on the east coast of Florida. It would be very close to where we are now,” she explained.

“He hasn’t explained much of the portal to me. I know it works,” she said with a grin. “But that’s about all I know. I understand you have a fertility crisis.”

Greg nodded his head sadly. “People like Ian and I are the lucky ones. We have the money to use the fertility clinics as much as we like, but that’s not a solution. The portal could buy a solution to the fertility problem here. We’ve used the portal for other purposes, too. Obviously we port in metals and other resources, but bringing women over? How would we even do that? We risk revealing our hand and our technology before we’re ready. It’s certainly something we could do, but we need to think it through carefully. One girl, or two girls if I was to bring someone over is one thing, but tens, many hundreds of thousands of girls? No way.”

Clara nodded her head. “Or kidnapping as many babies from other worlds, which is just as bad.”

“How do you feel about being here?” Greg asked her. “Would you be in a comparable position in your own world?”

Clara shook her head. “I would be working on my degree in nursing and starting my career soon. No, we do not have arrangements like this. We’re not even a patriarchy; we’re an egalitarian society. I didn’t ask for this,” she said, irritated, tugging at the collar secured firmly around her neck.

Greg looked baffled. “You don’t have indentured servitude? Or… slavery, as we like to refer to it. It’s all actually indentured. It’s not permanent.”

“No,” she answered tersely

“So what are you getting out of this?” Greg asked.

His question surprised her. Did the men here really care if the women were getting an even trade for their ‘services’? Maybe they did. It was a consensual trade of services for money, and there was a judicial system to ensure the slaves were not abused. Of course, Clara wasn’t getting paid. Clara-Jane’s family got paid, and Clara got stuck with the grunt work.

“What am I getting out of it?” Clara echoed the question. “I kind of like the treatment, if I’m being perfectly honest. I was scared as all can be at first, and I was mad as hell, but Ian’s not … excuse me. My Master is not so bad.”

“What would be the draw for other women from your world to want to come here?”

Clara thought on the question for a few seconds before she answered. “I think there are plenty of women who secretly like the idea of a patriarchy. They yearn for the control and protection of a man, but that kind of thinking is pretty taboo where I’m from.”

Ian entered the lounge. “She refuses to come in,” Ian said to Greg about Brooke. “Are you ready to head out?”

Greg stood up and shook his friend’s hand. “I’ll make sure she gets a good taste of the tail’s effect,” he told Ian. He leaned over and whispered to Clara. “You be a good girl. Your Master brought two of those tails with him.”

Clara blushed profusely at Greg’s warning. She caught a glimpse of Brooke in the doorway of the lounge, too humiliated to step inside. She appeared to be deliberately keeping her back out of Clara’s view. She almost felt bad for Brooke. Ian’s finance was a very proud woman who liked to be the talk of the town and she liked for people to defer to her in all matters. It must be mortifying to have to be punished in this way. Clara vowed that she was never going to do anything to warrant getting a red-tail.

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I hit the character limit on the post with part 4! Enjoy!

More to come.