In between serving as cable slave I did have some sort of normal life. I knew that he could watch me all of the time and I got used to the idea that I might be on TV when I showered or went to pee. It was quite a sexy feeling; kind of performing all the time. I think I got a little obsessed with it. I bought a couple of Go Pro cameras and set them up so I was recording myself a lot of the day. That sounds daft when the cable guy must have it all but he didn’t play tapes back to me very often. I got quite good at playing through tapes at high speed and still getting an idea of how I looked. It made me keep myself in shape. I exercised and did yoga and stuff, almost always naked so I reckon cable guy got his money’s worth and I improved my posture and movement.

I was able to leave the house. I had to shop or hubby and I would have starved. Sometimes if I was gone a long time the cable guy would complain, but mostly if I felt like an hour out of the house there was no problem. I figured out when the peak viewing times were; I guess I was no different from those cam girls you see on the web; except maybe I was kind of more extreme some of the time.

Of course I had to dress they way he liked even when I did go out; otherwise he’d complain and find some way to punish me. I was always wearing short skirts and no panties and some times with a butt plug or other excitement but at least I got out enough to stay sane.

It was one of those trips when I saw the woman who I had seen performing right back when all this started. I think of her as the one with the vacuum cleaner but obviously when I saw her in the supermarket she was minus the appliance. I thought I might never get the chance again, so I waited until I saw her heading out and then stopped her in the car park. It was a bit awkward but it didn't take me long to explain that we were both slaves to the same guy. She looked at me; skirt way too short and all that and grinned. We might as well have been sisters from what we were wearing.

She loaded her bags into the trunk of the car and then turned around and flicked the front of my skirt up, there was my shaved pussy, she just grinned.

“OK I believe you, do you want to talk?”

What a relief, someone who knew all about it, who was in the same boat. I sat in her car for a few minutes and it all flooded out. She was as conflicted as I had been; maybe even more so. She loved what it did to her but she was even more worried than me about what would happen if her husband found out. She was convinced he would throw her out.

I guess the cable guy was good at spotting something about us slaves. I don't think all women want to be slaves but some do. Not just women I think because some men are the same. Most potential slaves don’t get dragged into an arrangement like ours; so being able to talk to another woman in the same boat was brilliant.

After a while she said she had to get back or she would be missed and I had to do the same but we agreed that we would shop at the same time the next week. That went on for a few weeks and then I got a shock

“I think he's guessed. It was a bad idea coming at the same time he thinks I’m seeing someone. I said it was a woman not a man and he says I have to bring you back to my place. If I don't he will blow my cover and it’s all over.”

I was in a state of shock

“You mean right now, come back with you now?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath. This was big stuff because he was bound to recognise me. In a way that was good because I wouldn’t get punished for being late, but I might get the same or worse for being at her house. I have to say that I wasn’t put off by that; really it just added to the excitement. I was totally curious about what would he do with two slaves that were working together. In two seconds all the things that Jenny might do to me ran through my head.

My thoughts came out without thinking.

“What if he makes us do things to each other.”

“You mean like whipping and fucking and such. We'll just have to do it, she said.”

“We'll have to do it properly, he will be able to tell if we are skimping and being gentle because he will be able to tell how long the marks last.”

She nodded.

“Come to my car, we can leave yours here and I'll bring you back here afterwards, whatever happens.”

We walked over to her car; it was parked a way across the lot away from the others near some trees. I should have guessed but I wasn't ready for what happened next. Out of sight of everyone Jenny pulled me towards her and kissed me and as she did her hand went up my dress and her fingers were in my crack before I had caught breath.

She pulled away and grinned.

“I thought I'd play with you while I had the chance.”

I grinned back and pulled her in again. This time my fingers were into her at the same time. I had not done that to a woman without being told to ever before, but Jenny and I had some sort of instant bond so I wanted to make sure she understood. We’d both been trained too. I had a feeling we were going to share a lot of other bonds before long.

She opened the trunk of the car and turned to me

“Dress off and in you go.”

I must have looked stunned.

“Jenny, I hardly know you. It’s not safe doing that. Were you told to?”

“No,” she said. “I wanted to give those perverts a surprise when I opened the trunk.”

“They’ll be shocked anyway.”

“Could you put the collar and cuffs on?”

That seemed harmless enough so I picked up the familiar slave gear and buckled up. She got me into the front seat and strapped me in like a regular passenger except my skirt was around my waist and my hands were chained together. Then she opened my blouse and a put a hood over my face.

Is she paranoid or just inventive? I thought. Obviously she want’s to keep her home a secret.

We drove in silence for a while and visions of being abducted into slavery spun through my head a few times and then I felt the car slow down and pull into a drive way. Was she going to get me out in broad daylight trussed up like this; I wouldn't be able to walk very fast. I imagined being led down the road hobbled and half naked.

I guess my imagination is too wild because nothing like that happened to me. When she took my hood off we were in her garage and she was already naked and collared and cuffed like me. My blouse and skirt lasted about ten seconds once I was out of the car. She clipped a lead to my collar and led me in to the house until she had me in front of the camera. She had her phone on speaker.

“So the cable slut has made friends with another slut. How nice, two of a kind. Stand there while Jenny gets some toys. Jenny go upstairs for some instructions and cut off this phone while you are out.”

Jenny hobbled my ankles and disappeared and I was left standing there naked in a strange house. I wasn't sure where all the cameras might be but I could see one so I faced towards that. Jenny came back in a few minutes and put the phone back on speaker. Without waiting for any instructions she attached a nipple clamp on a chain to each of my breasts and my clit and then attached herself to the other end of the chains in the same way.

I heard the voice again.

“Good,” and then it went silent. He just left us like that for half an hour. Jenny couldn’t resist the urge to play. She started pulling back a bit, making the chain tighter and then rocking to and fro so she was just tugging on my clit. Not hard, just enough for me to feel; and I could see her grinning at me as she kept nudging away. She started gyrating a bit so she could pull on my nipples in the same way.

Obviously every tug on me was a tug on her as well, but she knew exactly what she was doing. I guess I could have done the same but I was feeling very passive and enjoying what was happening. I was in her house, nervous, and not sure what was going to happen next. I don’t think I dared do anything and it was fun waiting to see what she was going to do. It was a blast and in a while both of us were giggling and I was getting hotter and hotter. I was really hoping that the cable guy would set Jenny loose on me in some new way so I could find out just what she might do.

It moved into the next gear when Jenny decided to kiss me and play with my tits. I guess the cable guy decided that was too much and he had better get back in charge.

“Leave the clamps on her and go get the vacuum cleaner.”

I shuddered a bit when I remembered what I had seen Jenny doing with the cleaner the first time I had seen her on the TV. I felt even more weird when I saw the cleaner. It was an old fashioned upright but the top of the handle had a butt plug taped on it. It was obvious where that was going.

The cable guy gave Jenny her instructions. She got some talcum powder and scattered it on the carpet so there was this big area covered in a fine white powder. After that it was all easy enough. The plug went up my butt and Jenny lined me up, still hobbled, but pulling the machine so that I could clean up the powder.

She turned on the motor and I exploded. It was a really old cleaner and it vibrated like I don’t know what. All my rear end was shaking. I tried to pull forward but it was so hard to hold myself tight enough to keep the plug in and pull the cleaner along. The thing wanted to go the other way and I felt myself being pulled backwards. I was just about managing to hold it when Jenny disappeared and came back with a whip. The first whack on my ass made me jump and the plug pulled out and I fell flat on my face with the cleaner whizzing off and hitting the wall. It was a wild feeling, I’ve never had a surge like that, it almost made me cum there and then. I started to get up and the cable guy said

“Stay on your knees slut.”

I felt like a dog as the plug went back in only this time Jenny ran a piece of duct tape up the handle and over my back just to hold it in a bit more firmly. The motor started up again and my back end came alive. This time it was a bit easier to move the thing, partly it was me managing to hold it tighter, partly it was the tape taking some of the strain and partly it was Jenny whipping me to encourage me along. I dragged the thing across the floor and cleared a strip. It was satisfying to look over my shoulder and see the patch of white power with a clear swathe through the middle.

Turning around was a new problem; it meant that I had to pull the thing sideways and that started doing things to my hole that had never happened before. You have to remember that it was vibrating really hard and coarse; much more active than a normal vibrator. I eventually got it around and started to drag it across the room again. I was sweating and worried that it would make the tape come loose and pull on my butt even more. I thought maybe I should go as fast as I could to try and get it all done. I made it across the room but I collapsed at the end. Jenny came back with a cold towel and slapped it across my back, wow! It cooled me down but it was a shock. I got up and dragged the thing around ready to do another track.

“OK slut on your feet this time.” I staggered up, I can tell you that was really hard, remember my hands were still cuffed behind my back. It’s not too hard to get up off your knees with your hands tied behind you and of course I had had some practice one way or another, but doing it with a vacuum cleaner up your ass is another story. I made it back onto my feet, but I’m not sure how.

I started out to clean the next piece of carpet and of course it was different again. The tape was holding the plug in me okay; well that and my muscles clenching as hard as they could, but the pull was different. When I was kneeling and leaning forwards it was sort of pulling downwards, out of me but when I was standing it was being twisted backwards. I leaned forwards to try and get it at a better angle and the cable guy’s voice cut in.

“Stand up straight, Jenny whip her tits if she bends.”

The angle of the thing was awful, I could feel it pushing forward against my womb, bending me inside. My run across the carpet was slow but I kept upright because I could see the glint in Jenny’s eyes; if I leaned forward my tits were for it. It was better to put up with her whipping my butt to speed me up than have her carving up my tits.

I could see the clean area and worked out that it was going to need two more runs at least to get it all done. I thought maybe I could cheat a bit. The thing wanted to drag me backwards so as soon as I got to the far side instead of turning around I just moved a bit across and zoomed across the room arse first. It was much quicker. I figured I could get to the other side before he could tell Jenny what to do to and I was right. I heard him yell stop but I just kept going and cleared another stripe.

“It ran away with me, I’m getting tired and I can’t hold it I said.” as I let it run into the wall to give me a rest.

“One more run and you have finished,” was all the sympathy I got. Jenny was back whacking my behind again so I set off for my last sweep across the carpet and eventually made it to the far side. My insides were jelly by the time I had got there and I just let go running backwards across the room and letting it crunch into the wall. I was a bit stupid doing that and didn’t really figure out when it was going to stop moving so as it hit the wall I impaled myself on it really hard. I felt the plug wham up into me and all my breath disappeared in one big gasp. I fell over again. Jenny left me there vibrating and almost fell over laughing herself. I guess she was all too well aware of what the machine could do. When I had seen her using it, or being used by it, whatever you want to call it; my memory is that the was more in control than I was.

I didn’t get much of a breather, as soon as she stopped laughing Jenny was on me and pulled the tape loose and pulled the thing out of my ass with what felt to me like a bang. I shuddered all over and was still gasping at what my insides were doing when she shoved the thing, still vibrating up my other hole. I struggled to try and get away from it but with my hands still behind my back there was not a lot I could do. To make sure I couldn’t get away she grabbed one of my legs and held it up in the air. The thing shook the hell out of me and I could feel myself rising towards a climax. She knew what she was doing; I could see...