"Thank you Master," she looked up at him with a soft smile. He got in the driver's side and they began driving away from the prison.
"So Master, what happens now?" Amy asked, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer.
"Well for right now, I am taking you back to the office. I have some paperwork to finish up. And then I believe the three of us - you, Lisa, and myself - will be going back to my place to discuss our future plans," he said.
"Yes Master," Amy said, quietly acquiescing to him. They continued to drive until they arrived at their office. Mr. Roberts and Amy took the elevator to the 3rd floor and walked down the hallway to his office. Amy passed several of the people who she once worked with and she looked down each time, just knowing in her heart that everyone in the office knew what she had done. It was terribly shaming and humiliating to be brought back to "the scene of the crime" and face the people who she used to work with. He led her into his office and shut the door behind them. Amy walked over to take a seat on the couch and wait for him to finish the work he had to do.
"No Amy, over here," he said curling his finger for her to come to him. She walked slowly over to him and stood next to his chair. "You will kneel down here next to me until I am finished with this paperwork. When I am done and it's time to go home, then you can get up."
"Yes Master," Amy sighed. She knew that this was only the beginning and that she was in for a long road ahead of her. But considering what she had left behind, kneeling was not a difficult thing to do. She got down on her knees as directed, folding her hands in her lap and keeping her head lowered. He smiled and then turned to his work.
Amy knelt there on the floor quietly as Mr. Roberts worked. Finally the time had come to go home. A couple of office workers popped into the office to say good night to him. Amy was thankful that he had put her in a position that she could not be seen by anyone at the door. Then Lisa came in to see him.
"Hello Master, I am ready to go home when you are," she said, closing the door behind her. She walked up to the desk and knelt as she had been taught to do.
"Well I am about done here as well. And tonight we will have a guest as well."
"A guest, Master?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, indicating to Amy that she could stand up.
"AMY!!" Lisa cried, surprised. Lisa looked to Mr. Roberts who indicated that she could stand as well, and the two girls hugged each other warmly.
"Oh Amy I am so glad you are out. Master said that he was going to try to get you released, but he wasn't sure you would agree. I am so happy you did," she said excitedly.
"Yes, Master got me released and now I guess I am to be working as a slave like you. I'm still not real sure what that's all about though," she said in a soft, uncertain voice.
"Amy don't worry about it. Master is very good to me and I'm sure he will be good to you as well," Lisa said as the two girls sat down on the couch to talk.
"So what kinds of things has he made you do? I'm sure that because I've been such a pain that he's not going to go as easy on me," Amy said.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that. I thought once I signed the Contract that I would have to do some terrible things too, but Master has been very generous and kind to me," Lisa said, "I've even told him that I wanted to be his permanently."
"What? What do you mean?" Amy said, not believing what she was hearing.
"Well we haven't exchanged the 'L-word' or anything, but I have told him that I wanted to be his slave-slut permanently. He has been very good to me and my son. And look what he did for your mother, Amy. He didn't have to do that. He is a good man. A good boss and a good Master," Lisa said.
"Yes, that was very nice of him to see that my mother was taken care of. I do appreciate that," Amy said.
Mr. Roberts had been listening to their conversations even though they spoke in hushed tones. He listened to what the girls talked about until he was finished with his work.
"Ok girls, that should do it. Time to head for home. Thank goodness it's Friday and we don't have to worry about this place for a couple of days!" he said happily. He offered the girls his hand and helped them up. They walked out of his office and down to the parking garage where he had parked. He opened the back door and seated Amy first, then did the same for Lisa in the front seat. Once both girls were safely seated and ready to go, he began the drive home. It would take about 35 minutes to get home, so he decided to have a little fun to pass the time.
"So how was your day today, slut?" he said as he put his hand on Lisa's thigh. Lisa instantly knew his intentions and she opened her legs a bit for him.
"It was just fine, Master. But I am glad the week is over," she said, smiling at him.
"Have I told you how pretty you look today?" he asked.
"Awww Master, thank you," she said, blushing a bit.
"Yes I do like this dress on you, slut. Very attractive," he said, running his hand up her thigh and under the hem of her skirt. His hand found the top of her thigh-top nylons and stroked the creamy flesh of her naked thigh. Lisa laid her head back on the headrest and moaned softly.
"I do appreciate you dressing so nice. It makes the workplace so much more pleasant," he said.
"Well I dress like this for you, Master," she said, closing her eyes as his stroking fueled the fire growing in her belly. His hand moved further up her thigh, finding her damp slit. Lisa moaned louder and spread her legs wide at his touch. Her hand moved up and into the V-neck opening in her dress. She grabbed her tit, sinking her fingers into the soft flesh as his fingers traced the outline of her slick puff lips. Lisa reclined her seat back further and slid down in her seat to allow him better access. She took her heels off and put her stocking clad feet up on the dash, further exposing herself to his view and his erotic caresses.
He continued to finger her as he drove, her pussy getting wetter and his fingers quickly began making squishing noises as they churned inside her. Lisa's once soft moans began getting more demanding and desperate as her passion grew and began to consume her. He deliberately took a circuitous route home so he could have more time to tease and play with Lisa. He so enjoyed bringing her to the edge of madness, only to deny her orgasm over and over. He loved hearing her plead and beg for the release only he could give her.
Amy meantime, watched as he tormented her friend. She saw how he strummed her clit and how it drove Lisa mad with desire when he did it. She heard Lisa's moans, the squishing sounds her sopping pussy made, and the pungent smell of her sexual need. Amy knew her time was coming and she both dreaded and wanted to be used like this. She dreaded what he would make her do, but knew that part of her wanted to be used, wanted to be tormented with this type of teasing play.
As they pulled into the driveway of his house, Lisa was half mad with lust and in dire need of release. Moaning and writhing in her seat, Lisa needed to cum in the worst way! He would allow her to orgasm before they went inside... he had other plans in mind for the evening, anyway.
"Amy, move over behind Lisa here, and I want you to play with Lisa's tits and help me get her off," he said. Amy scooted sideways in the back seat until Lisa's head was right in front of her. Amy reached around and slid Lisa's dress off her shoulders and pulled her bra up over her tits, freeing them. Amy took note of her hard, erect nipples and began pinching and pulling on them as she leaned forward kissing Lisa's neck.
Meantime, Mr. Roberts - Master - began fingering Lisa's hungry pussy once more. He shoved two fingers into her wet hole and split them, capturing her swollen, throbbing clit between. Holding it in place, he used his thumb to rub over the sensitive bud while wiggling his fingertips inside her. The effect was dramatic and immediate.
"OH MY GOD! MASTER, I AM CUMMING!!" she wailed as her pussy flooded the seat and poured onto the floor. She bucked up as she came, allowing him to shove his fingers deeper into her. She grabbed the armrests of the chair, squeezing them so hard her knuckles turned white with the effort. She arched her back and her eyes rolled back as Amy kissed her.
Lisa's orgasm passed and she sank back down into her seat, panting heavily. "Thank you Master," she said as she tried to regain her breath. He allowed her to rest until she felt she was able to walk up to the house, and then the three of them went inside.
"Master please excuse me, I'd like to go upstairs and get changed and cleaned up so I can start dinner," Lisa said.
"Good idea, slut. I want to talk to Amy anyway," he said. So as Lisa went upstairs to change, Amy and Mr. Roberts went into the living room to talk. He took his seat in his recliner while Amy stood in front of him waiting for whatever he had in mind.
"Kneel," he said simply. Amy knelt down in front of him as ordered. "Now then I am sure you are wondering what I have in store for you - what I am going to make you do to make up for your crime. That IS what you have been worried about isn't it slut?"
"Yes Master," she said, her eyes lowered.
"Well, you have to admit that I have every right to use you in whatever fashion I want to. You have very little choice in what I want to do with you. There are a lot of very delicious and evil things I could do with you. In fact, I could do anything short of making you a prostitute or selling you to some Arab sheik as a sex slave. I can pretty much do anything I want as long as no money changes hands. Which means I could take you to the local biker bar and make you service every slimy, filthy biker cock in the place if I chose to. I could take you to a BDSM club and let other Masters and Mistresses have their way with you. I could do any number of things to make you pay for what you have done couldn't I?"
"Master please..." Amy said, frightened at his words and the possibilities he brought up.
"Relax, Amy. I am not going to do any of those things to you. I could, but I won't. Instead you are going to work alongside Lisa and you will be My sex slave just as she is. However, I only have room in my office for one personal secretary and Lisa has that position. And since it was your account that I first found the 'discrepancies' on that led me to discover you and Lisa's theft, I am going to make you my domestic slave. You are going to be responsible for the cleaning and care of the house here. Lisa will be my office slut, and you will be my home slut.
"Yes Master," she said.
"Your responsibilities will be to cook, clean, and care for the house and the bills that we incur. You will do the shopping, the laundry - all the tasks that are required in the everyday operation of this home. You will get paid for your work, same as Lisa. But because you do not have a place to live since going to prison and your mother now resides in the retirement home, you are going to live here with me," he told her.
"With you? Here?" she repeated, incredulously.
"That's right. You will live here with me, you will be paid for your work, and you will be at my beck and call whenever I desire."
"Master, that sounds wonderful! But why would you do that for me? I mean, I stole from you, then I was a real bitch when you caught us. Why would you want to treat us so well?"
"Amy, you and Lisa made a mistake. Yes, what you did was wrong, but if I had not given you another chance, what would have happened to you? You would have went to prison where you would be locked in a cell for 23 hours a day, only coming out for a little exercise. You would most likely be either beaten up or raped and probably more than once. And when you got out, you would have no job, no prospects, and would probably have to turn to drugs and crime to get by.
