Chapter 3 - Rosemary Interviews for Chamber Slave

This is a work of fiction and should not be mistaken for reality.  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older



By the time Thomas and Rosemary arrived at the house, she felt like she had scanned every meter around her for the past several minutes. She felt very vulnerable being nude and without a collar out here in the dark, imagining Hunters prowling about. It was hard keeping up with the butler, his shoes allowing him to take large strides while she stumbled along barefoot. Her feet looked a mess before he caged her, she could only imagine how dirty she was going to be when she got back.

“Sir? Mister Thomas? Sir?” she tried to talk to him as they got in view of the house. He only slowed down and looked back at her as they passed by the carriage and stable for the coach horses. He stared at the almost nude forms of the two men grooming the two horses. Their leather harnesses tight to their frames, the small leather sacks at their crotches connected to them. Thomas seemed lost in thought for a moment before turning to Rosemary.



“Yes? You have a question?” he sneered at her for a moment. ‘She still has a lot to learn,’ he thought, looking at her nudity, a pleasant pulse of heat at his crotch. He was looking forward to laying into her fresh skin soon. ‘Crops I think. She seems too delicate for a good whipping.’

“Sir, I was wondering when I get my own collar. And when am I going to get some clothes?” she asked nervously. She had not been told much beyond her need to obey so far. And the place seemed brutal and very intolerant of mistakes, even mistakes of ignorance. She was scared and was needing to fit in anyway she could.

The smile was both warm and cruel at the same time. “So eager to show you are owned? Do you miss being collared?” She nodded slightly and his fingers brushed against her neck before he grabbed her by the throat. She reached up and grabbed at his wrist automatically. She tried to not resist as he choked her slightly. “Yes, Sir, I do miss it,” she gasped, suddenly moist. 



He let go of Rosemary and smiled. “You will get your collar right now actually. We keep them out here at the stable. We have a craftsman who does all our leather work. The boys over there will find one that fits best and I will lock it. They will also groom you a bit, since you will be entering the house. Just let them do their jobs, they are quite good at it. You get your clothes once it is decided what your job will be here.”

Thomas went into the house, leaving the two stable hands to have some time with Rosemary. She squeaked in surprise at their approach but did not resist as they picked her up by her elbows and lifted her into a metal tub. Her feet touched warm water and she calmed down a bit. One of them brought up a sponge from the water and gently cascaded it over her, working his way up to her hair.

The other male produced soap and helped to lather her up. They paid a lot of attention to her pussy, ass and breasts. She was enjoying the bath and the attention greatly. It was far better than anything that had happened to her at the Lancaster property or the orphanage. Once they had rinsed her off, they started inspecting her body for hair. The seemed uninterested in anything that she had growing on most of her body. Which was not a lot due to her Asian mother. But they both got very excited when they reached the slight bush she had been growing since she left the orphanage. 

“Uneven,” said one of them, the one with the blue eyes. “Needs trimming,” said the other, pinching and pulling on her pubic hair. The one time she flinched at the extra attention she was getting, one of them grabbed her torso and bent her forward while the other landed several hits to her ass. He made sure that each strike landed with his fingers touching her pussy lips, pulling her ass cheeks apart. She stood as still as possible after that. 

“Shape and trim,” they said at the same time, smiling at the statement. They were of the same mind. They took turns, one lifting one of her legs out of the tub so that the other could see and trim her pubic hairs. Then they switched, both of them making sure to finger her a few times and tease her clit. They rinsed her off again to make sure the hairs did not stay and become itchy against her skin. And the man on her right took the time to make sure her asshole was clean too.

They gently dried her off with the softest towels she had ever felt before and then they brought over a collar. It was black leather with a hinge that did not quite open at the center. It could be hidden by her hair along with the lock that was going on it. It would have to be pulled open a little to get it around her throat though. Once the two large men had gotten it on her, they also pressed it closed a little and verified the hasp still lined up. Satisfied with the fit, one of them picked her up and carried her to the kitchen door. 

Thomas had been standing there for a while, patiently watching them groom her. At least, that is what Rosemary saw as she was set down in front of the butler. He tore his eyes of the two males and looked down upon the small slave girl. He nodded and moved over to a wall of the kitchen that had clearly been set up as the slave’s sleeping area, Lydia already lying down on the straw laid out on the floor. 

Rosemary promptly laid down on the offered bedding, grateful of anything softer than the cage she had spent all day in. Thomas put his shoe on her shoulder and pushed her over on her back. Instantly, Lydia was there, her face at Rosemary’s crotch. Thomas leaned down and attached both a lock to Rosemary’s collar and added a leash. He ran the leash down Lydia’s back and attached it to her collar. She grabbed Rosemary and rolled her over, exposing her back to the butler. He attached another leash, from Lydia to Rosemary. 

They were now attached, face to crotch, and leashed in place there. Thomas left in silence, his hard boots echoing away from the trapped slaves. Rosemary tried to find a comfortable position but every time she tried, Lydia would jerk away. She seemed to be afraid of Rosemary touching her and she could see why. The welts from her pussy whipping were still evident, some of them very dark colors.

Rosemary needed her to be still if they were going to get any kind of rest, so she took a different tactic, one that sometimes had worked at the orphanage. She started to blow a stream of cool air directly at her clit, one steady flow of air. Lydia immediately calmed and allowed Rosemary to stay in place between her legs, so close to her tortured pussy. Once Lydia had gotten comfortable with Rosemary being there, they both started to relax.

‘She smells nice,’ thought Rosemary, her nose starting to detect the other girl’s pussy scent. She was very familiar with the fact that they all had a smell, each one as different as they looked. Lydia had a light smell right now and Rosemary started to imagine how she would smell fully aroused. The thoughts were making herself moist a bit and she knew it bothered Lydia when she stared to try to pull away. 

“Stop that,” Rosemary whispered at her. “I need to sleep!” she said a bit louder. 

“Shh!” responded Lydia. “If you wake up Cook, we will both end up eating her pussy all night!”

Rosemary wanted to get mad. Lydia just spoke more than she did, but told her to shut up. Rosemary moved forward slightly, directing her stream of air at the clit she could see starting to show. Lydia moaned a bit and loosened her hold on Rosemary’s head, allowing her to move forward a bit more. She kept up that pattern until she was able to touch the tip of her tongue to the girl’s love button. She stayed there for a long time, just blowing cool air and touching the slave lightly. 

When she felt Lydia make her own tentative touches to Rosemary’s pussy, she knew she had done well. She slowly started to work her tongue over Lydia’s clit as the other slave worked on her own. The heat still coming off the marks from her beating was only slightly distracting and was only a problem if Rosemary brushed one. Lydia liked to bite and while Rosemary liked a little bit of tooth on her clit, this was much rougher than she found arousing.

Lydia nibbled a bit too hard for Rosemary and she squealed, slapping Lydia across some of her welts. Lydia responded by clamping her legs down and sucking hard on Rosemary’s clit. She moved her hand around to the new slave’s ass, preparing a finger to go into her asshole. Rosemary wiggled her tongue as quickly as she could on Lydia, trying to make the other girl slow down and be more gentle. 

Lydia froze when they both heard Cook cough. But the sound was off in the distance of the room. Cook was still asleep on her bed. Rosemary took the opportunity to bear down on Lydia’s clit while grabbing the girl’s ass as well. She held her cheeks open but did not make a move to violate her. Lydia stopped the advance she was making to sodomize Rosemary, enjoying the rapid onset of an orgasm. 

Suddenly, Rosemary halted all her attentions. ‘No cumming with out permission. I can’t forget that one,’ she thought. Lydia did not stop though. She worked on the clit in front of her hard and would pause. Then she would creep her finger closer. Another pause. Tongue swirling on clit, pause. Rosemary knew that Lydia was pushing her toward an orgasm, seemingly on purpose. It left Rosemary few options to make the girl stop.

“Stop!” she hissed as loud as she dared. She knew she was a talented cunt licker so she was not concerned about waking Cook and being forced to perform. She really just wanted to rest, even if that meant that she was stuck here with Lydia’s pussy in her face. She had only meant to calm the girl, not initiate a cum challenge.

Lydia kept at it though, seemingly determined now to complete her end of the challenge. Her finger tip was just starting to penetrate her ass when the kitchen door opened again, the two stable hands depositing a crying Heather and Lisa. They were both gagged, thick leather balls jammed in their mouths. Lisa moved quickly to her spot, Heather limping along slowly behind her. They laid down with their backs pressed against each other. Rosemary envied their positions but thankfully Lydia had stopped her assault. ‘Maybe seeing them reminded her that we don’t cum without permission?’ she thought.

With Lydia calmed down and the softly crying slaves nearby, Rosemary started to feel sleepy. The sounds were so familiar, so similar to her time at Lancaster Manor, she only needed a bit of Lydia’s dress to cover her side and she was sleeping. Her deep slow breaths on the pussy right in front of her kept Lydia aroused. Which was only fair, because she was doing the same to Rosemary, her glistening slick pussy in her face. 

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Rosemary dreamed of being tied to her bed again, stuck at the orphanage. Pussy after pussy pressed into her face. “Lick,” they would tell her. “Nibble,” they would command her. “Make her cum,” she was told. She felt so degraded doing it. Every girl took a turn on her face. Some of them enjoyed it, eager to have a ride on the poor girl destined for slavery. She tried to be gentle to the ones who were forced on her mouth, knowing they had no choices here either.

Rosemary felt trapped, bound as she was to the bed. She tried to move, to get away from the harassment of the other girls but she could not escape their reach. She pushed and fought with them, only to end up back on the bed, spread out like she was on display, her pussy free from the chastity belt. She felt fingers probing her down there and realized it was not a dream anymore. The fingers she felt were her own. She woke up and remembered where she was, Lydia pressed up against her crotch.

She moved, brushing her face against the welts on Lydia’s pussy. The slave did not stir at first and Rosemary suspected that she was healing fast from her whipping. She was not sure if she would have been able to bear such a beating as well as Lydia did, nor heal as quickly. ‘Or maybe she is used to being pussy whipped?’ she wondered. She shuddered at the thought, her fingers spreading open her pussy lips and lightly playing with the moisture there. She brushed some of it on Lydia’s nose before trying to move away from the slave’s crotch. 

Once her movements finally woke Lydia, the two slaves wiggled against each other and moved off the straw bedding they had been laying on. “Hey! Don’t spread that straw around so much! Its our bedding for the whole week!” cried out Lisa, a stern look on her face as she stood above them. “Lucky cunts! You got to sleep in only because Cook does not have the key to unlock your leashes. Thomas will be here soon to release you two cunnies. Lucky shits!”

Rosemary tried to shrink away from the girl standing over them. She could see right up her dress to the puffy lips of her pussy. It was dark and red. She clearly had been abused by the workers last night. She was glad that Lisa had taken the men’s attentions and not herself. ‘I wonder if Tina would thank her for taking on so many men last night to keep them away from punishing her more,’ she thought. ‘Probably not. She looked like she really enjoyed being treated like that.’

Thomas entered the kitchen, Cook following behind him. He swiftly bent down to unlock the two girls. He grabbed one of Rosemary’s nipples and pulled her up off the floor with it. She scrambled to get her feet under her and allowed him to pull her upright. “Did Lydia cum last night?” he asked her, his dark eyes boring into her. She shook her head no rapidly. 

“No Sir!” she said. Both Lisa and Heather had paused to hear her confess. 

“Did she cum?” he asked Lydia, still holding Rosemary’s nipple. She shook her head no as well. He let go of the nipple and Rosemary curled over a bit. He really smashed it hard.

“What is this?” he asked her, wiping the moisture off her nose. Lydia knew it was Rosemary’s juices. She had been smelling them all night. But she did not know she had some fresh on her face. The fear in her eyes was as plain as the pussy juice on his finger. 

“Well, Cook, I have to admit, you were right. Lydia is a cunt slave. She just seems to be drawn to it. I apologize for advocating taking her to the laundry now. I hate taking away one of your pleasures. I will see about getting another eager replacement for you as soon as I can. Unless this one fails at the washing.” He looked straight at Lydia. “If she is no good, I am sure Becca will return her to you soon.”

Rosemary could see the fear in the girl. It sounded like a normal conversation about where to best use her labor but she felt it went deeper than that. As if they were deciding her long term future, not just where she could do work for the house. The shaking that Lydia was making made Rosemary certain she was right. ‘This is her one chance out of the kitchen or she would be stuck here, between Cooks legs for the rest of her short life,’ she thought. ‘I have to make a good impression here or I will end up stuck too. Or have to misbehave to get sold.’ The memory of The Last Chance stopped her from thinking like that anymore.

She tried to hold herself still, feeling she had to show obedience or she would suffer punishments. Thomas glanced at the two of them and left the room. Rosemary found herself only half a step behind Lydia, the two of them closely following the butler. They went just a short distance before reaching the laundry area. Inside, the chained male was still moving large piles of wet clothing. There had been 3 girls in there yesterday, now only two could be seen. 

Thomas grabbed Lydia by the arm and dragged her inside the humid room. Rosemary stood at the door, feeling the warm air flowing out of the room over her breasts and face. The butler chained up Lydia to a shackle closest to the male, lifting up her chin to make her look in his face. He said something to her, something that made her start to cry and he placed his hand at her crotch. She grabbed her own tits and kept crying, nodding. Then he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, hard. Her knees quivered and she grabbed his hand, holding it tight to her crotch. Then he broke contact, striding from the room quickly.

Rosemary stared at Lydia for a moment, a bit sorry she had smeared her pussy juice on the girl’s nose now, feeling what she just saw was her fault. Thomas smeared Lydia’s moisture on Rosemary as he passed by, hiding his smile from her. They were building a natural animosity with only the slightest pushes from him. He was going to enjoy the eventual confrontation. He was curious to see which slave would come out on top.

“I have to go attend to the Master. Becca will be along to collect you soon. She will be testing you to see what room she wants you in,” he said to her and then he ascended the stairs. She heard him walk along the second floor landing before going up to the third floor. She could only guess that Master Malone kept his living quarters on the third floor. 

She stood at the junction of the two wings of the house. The front door was right there in front of her. It would take just a moment to cross the distance and be gone from here. But she didn’t even move toward it. She turned her back on that temptation. ‘My chances to run were never real. Better that I learn to survive here than be prey for Hunters,’ she thought. From the second floor, Becca came trundling down, her large frame carrying her wide body. 

She walked over to where Rosemary stood and smiled at the slave. Then she clipped a leash to her collar and dragged her over to a set of hooks near the stairs. The leash was attached to one of the hook above her head, lifting Rosemary onto her toes to keep her collar from strangling her. She could reach it if she tried, Becca not being much taller than herself. The high heels the housekeeper wore helped give her a bit more height.

“I need to find you a dress to cover all this,” she said, idly slapping Rosemary’s breasts until she brought her hands up defensively. Then Becca took a few strikes at her available pussy, landing a final hard blow to her her hip and ass as she walked back to the laundry area. ‘I would have gotten one myself if I had known! I was right there!’ she thought, clutching her stinging breasts. Becca was a cruel woman.

She returned quickly, a gauze-like dress flowing in her hand. It was long but did not appear to be of a substantial material, resembling the sheer white gauze that was part of the curtains. Becca placed it at her feet, a circle of white. Then she stood there, expecting Rosemary to know what to do. Tentatively, she reached down and picked up an edge of the material and stepped into the circle. Rosemary raised it up to her tits, trying to see how it was to fit her. 

There was a cord at the top, sewn into the hem. She brought it all the way up to her neck and tightened it slightly, to hold the dress up and in place. Then she tried to find where her arms should go. There seemed to be several places for her to place them and she got confused. A frustrated sigh came from Becca as she came over to show Rosemary how to arrange it on her chest. 

“The back is open, so Master can scratch or whip you as he sees fit. Or guests if he is entertaining.” The thought of a stranger also hurting her gave Rosemary the chills. “Here, your arms go through these two holes. These others are to expose your breasts. They are to remain out at all times unless there are children present.” Becca spread the openings and made Rosemary’s breasts hang out of the dress. Then she cinched up the cord sewn into the dress below them very tightly and knotted it in place.

The rest of the gown hung in a tube, with another cord sewn into the bottom hem of the dress, just below her knees. “That one there is tied wherever the Master wants it, got it? If he wants you exposed, he will tie it up at your tits,” she said and demonstrated by bringing up the material to the bottom of her breasts. It indeed exposed her freshly trimmed pussy hair. “Or me might want you hobbled,” and she brought the hem to her knees and tightened the cord but did not tie it. 

“Master likes to be able to display his slaves,” she said, looking Rosemary in the eye. “It’s my job to make sure only his best ones are used for the chambers and the parlors. The prettiest ones get used a lot and the men have all called you pretty, even Master. So I am going to install you in his room for a few hours, see how well you can handle that. Tonight, I will exchange you out to a parlor, since Master is having a guest over then as well.”

“Don’t start thinking you are special around here. I am only putting you in his room right now instead of tonight is because he won’t fuck you for a cycle. He wants to make sure he is not fucking a mother of a Lancaster,” she sneered at Rosemary, making her scared of being the Master’s chamber maid. “And remember, this was Tina’s old spot and you see how he treated her.”

The mention of Tina made Rosemary go cold. ‘If he would do that to his favorite, his personal chamber slave, then what chance do I have?’ she thought. Becca released her from the hook and tugged on her leash, dragging her up the stairs. They passed the second floor quickly, Rosemary gazing down the hallway and remembering the room she was in just yesterday. She hurried after Becca, trying to keep her from tugging the leash again.

Once they reached the top floor, she could not help but notice that the wing on the kitchen end of the building was closed off, a large black gate preventing anyone from going down that way. It was clean and well taken care off, simply locked off. Rosemary stumbled as her leash was pulled by Becca. She had clearly slowed down too much staring at the closed wing. Even the second floor looked more hospitable that this.

When they stopped in front of a well used and ornate door, she was sure this was the Master’s chamber, her newest cage for the next few hours at the least. Becca knocked and the door quickly opened, Thomas attending to the Master as well. Rosemary saw another man with him, dressed in a similar fashion. ‘A second butler?’ she thought for a moment, the man smiling at her like he was familiar with her.

“Rick, take Sara back to Cook to return the dishes and then place her back in Becca’s room, as I showed you. I will be sending you into town today to arrange a new scullery slave for Cook. I do not expect that the auction house will have what we need on demand. It may take them a few days, so let’s get an order in now,” he said to the man Rosemary did not recognize. “Don’t look so scared Sara. You won’t be returning to Cook for scullery service. You are in Becca’s care now and you should be grateful she used you to service Master this morning.” 

The slave girl looked scared even after Thomas assured her that she was not going to be given to Cook to use in the kitchen. Rosemary had just seen what they do to the scullery slaves and she did not want to go back there either. But the look on the dark haired girl’s face was still full of fear. She held tight to the gauzy dress near her crotch and Rosemary suspected that Becca liked to use her slaves for more than just keeping rooms tidy and in order. 

The slave managed to nod and then she moved to pick up a tray loaded with dishes. The tray was very wide, the handles barely within her reach. Rosemary watched as she struggled to carry the load, knowing that if she attempted to help the poor girl, she would likely be punished for it. Sara had to move slowly, the plates rocking and slipping around with each move she made.

“Be careful Sara. Break a dish and its 10 lashes from Cook. And you are already getting 10 for failing Master this morning,” said Rick, staring at the back of the girl, her sobbing now making the tray bounce in her hands. Rosemary focused on the room she was now in but she jumped when she heard a dish hit the floor. Sara began crying and Thomas shut the door to quiet the noise.

“Rosemary, attend your Master’s cock. Sara was not sufficient this morning,” he said to her. She thought she heard some pride in his voice. ‘Or that could be my wishful thinking, hoping I am the better cock maid,’ she thought. Becca pushed her forward and with a downward pressure. Rosemary took the hint and fell to her hands and knees. She quickly moved toward Ian, finding him pants-less but wearing his shirt already. His cock was slimy and wet looking, clearly the efforts of Sara dripping from it.

The look that passed between Thomas and Becca were not seen by either the slave or the Master, but they appeared impressed. Most slaves needed to be told this early on but Rosemary just dropped down, like she had been doing this all her life. She padded over to her Master and slurped his cock into her mouth as deep as she could manage, his balls resting on her chin. When she ran out of air, she backed off and spit up some of her own saliva onto his dick. She quickly stroked him a few times before dropping on his cock again.

She stroked his balls, massaging them as she gurgled around his stiff member. He leaned his head back for a moment before reaching down, grabbing her head. He forced her down on his cock a few times before fucking her like crazy. She stroked him with her tongue, timing her strokes to make sure he felt like he was in a pussy. It did not take him long to press her fully on his cock again, shooting a hot stream of cum into her throat. Rosemary grabbed his ass with her hands and pulled herself on his dick as hard as she could. 

Ian had to pry her loose, a giggle climbing in his throat. He could not allow her to make him laugh in front of his servants. ‘She is fucking amazing! Who trained her to do that? Has Thomas been telling me everything?’ he wondered. ‘He has been such a loyal servant. I doubt he knew she would do that. And her skill would have kept her at Lancaster if they had known she was such a cock whore.’

He looked down at the cocksucker and tried to not smile. She did not have a lot of cum to show him this time. He knew he shot most of it straight down into her stomach already. But she enthusiastically played with what little she had left to suck out of him when he pulled her off. He reached down and grabbed a nipple, pulling her to a standing position. He smiled at her and said “Swallow.”

Then he opened her dress to expose her breasts, pinching her nipples a few times. She tried to stay perfectly still despite the desire to twist away from him now. Then he pulled up her bottom hem all the way up to her breasts and the tied it there, very tightly. “I want you to show me the property I own but will not fuck,” he said to her, his finger finding her moist and ready. 
 
 She felt ashamed that he would not use her yet. She increasingly wanted his cock inside her now. Each time the gave her attention there, her desire climbed. “You can still take my ass Master,” she said. She was not fully sure why she said it, but she knew she wanted that cock inside her. Her body was so warm right now, her need to mount him climbing even as she saw him hide away his cock with pants. 

He quickly turned her around and shoved his finger up her ass quickly. She gasped and tried to stop clenching as soon as the shock wore off. He pressed into her and she felt like his whole hand was being forced up her asshole. When he withdrew, she felt it was just one of his fingers, the middle finger on his right hand. He brought it near her mouth and she opened after just a moment of hesitation. The look on his face made her want to be on top of him but also scared her a little too. 

There was only the slightest taste of her offal, since she stable slaves had done a good job of cleaning her out the night before. She suckled on his finger, showing him her eagerness to take him on in her ass. He pulled his finger out roughly and smiled at her. “Enthusiastic. Very good. Thomas, I want her to wake me in the morning. See how well she does at that,” he says to his butler. “Assuming she makes it through today without being sent to the fields.”

Ian finished dressing, only needing Thomas to hand him his clothing. Once finished, he looked very fine to Rosemary, his reflection across the room appearing to be standing next to her despite the distance. Her heart fluttered for a moment and she blushed, certain he could see her juices glisten down her leg even from across the room. Her pussy was so exposed here and she was unaccustomed to the feeling after years of her chastity belt. She thought she saw Ian smile her way before he left the room.

“Clean and tidy,” were the only instructions Thomas gave her as he followed the Master out. The door shut hard and she heard it lock. The fire was out, which made sense for the season. She searched the room, looking for any clothing on the floor. Once she had finished that task, she went to make the bed. For a moment, she climbed into it, feeling it still a bit warm from her Master’s slumber. Then she pulled the sheets off and straightened out the lumps in the bedding. 

Once she had the bed made back up and looking like a portrait, she arranged the pillows on top and began looking for other tasks. It was her urge to pee that made her look for how he relieved himself up here. There was a ceramic chamber pot near the door to his own private bathing area. The hole in the stone floor both looked and smelled like the proper place to put waste. She emptied the pot and went herself, glad to be able to void herself for once without being forced to.

She wet a cloth and wiped herself down, being careful to keep her breasts exposed and her dress dry. The gauzy material would dry quickly but became almost invisible when wet. She compared the look of it to the material at the curtains. It was an exact match, simply a matter of tailoring. She inspected the sheets and saw they matched the same material the scullery slaves wore. She liked her current outfit, feeling it was more girly looking, even with it drawn up and exposing herself. 

She moved about the room some more, reveling in the feeling of being free like this. She decided to start dusting the sparse shelving. Her Master did not have much to clean up in this room so she was unsure why she felt inadequate for being in here. ‘Am I missing something I need to clean or tidy up?’ she wondered. Once she had gone almost all the way around the room, she encountered the trunk.

It barely would move for her, but she was sure Master could haul it around easily. It was unlocked and the hasps were open so she lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect. She had already seen his wardrobe and this looked to be storage for something entirely different. Once it was opened, she backed away, a bit shocked. There was a variety of wooden carved dildos, many of them bumped and ridged in designs she could not comprehend. There were metal ones as well, big heavy iron monsters. 

She pulled out gags and straps, some of them arranged as harnesses. Many of them used looking, only a few of them appeared brand new. The more she pulled out, the greater the desire to try one or two of them became. She began sorting them and cleaning the few that clearly had been neglected. She had very little water in the basin provided in the wash room but she did her best to clean what she could. As she began packing them back up, she inspected them for wear.

She found a matching set of leathers that looked like someone had been working their way past some of the connection points. A few more hours and whoever was in them would have been able to get free of the bondage. She put the set to the side, laid out on his bed, and arranged the contents of the trunk into a sensible order. She turned the unruly pile of gear into a manageable collection. Before she realized it, she heard the bell sounding through the house.

She was unfamiliar with the usual house sounds but she suspected that the hour was noon and that lunch time was commencing. She looked out the window and could see Lisa making her way with Thomas across the field, heading to the larger barn and the caged Tina. Rosemary touched herself lightly, remembering she had only the Master’s cum so far this morning. She was proud of her idea to take him so fully this time. She hardly tasted him at all this time besides the last watery bit.

She heard the door unlock and stood straight up, her hands behind her back. She had no idea what position they expected her to take when she is alone in a room so she was just guessing by assuming the pose they used at the orphanage. She relaxed inwardly as she saw it was Becca opening the door. And she was carrying a tray, one laden with food items. 

“Mmm. It looks good in here, like you have done chamber training. At the orphanage I guess?” she asked Rosemary as the smell of the food moved into the room as well. It was strongly spiced bread and some cured meat. She also had a decanter of wine and two glasses with her. She smiled at Rosemary when the slave nodded. 

“Miss Becca, how did you know about the orphanage?” she asked the Housekeeper. She had not told anyone here about her time there yet. Not that she had been given much of a chance to be social.

“It’s your pose! That is the standard pose they teach there, when they decide an orphan is going to be sold.” She leans over to Rosemary and harshly whispers, “Basically anyone over 14 or is menstruating. Well, sometimes an exceptional girl or boy gets out of there after that age, but that is so rare. Everyone else gets sold at the orphanage.” She leveled her gaze at Rosemary. “Everyone.” 

“I know you were interviewed, but those people were really looking for younger orphans and they just see the older kids to give them false hope. So they don’t rebel,” she explained. “Do you remember Lord Malone coming to visit you? Oh, you don’t? I do. It was shortly after you arrived there. He came back home talking about this tiny exotic girl there, stuck in a chastity belt. He had planned to buy you at auction since the orphanage does not do private sales. And then Lancaster bought the entire lot out from under everyone.”

She sliced into the bread, the aroma of the spices making Rosemary’s stomach growl. She covered it quickly but Becca was already staring at her. She rolled her eyes at the slave and held a tiny piece down below her knee. Rosemary rushed over, got down on her hands and knees and gently kissed the morsel from her fingertips. She waited there, holding that submissive pose, until the Housekeeper pushed her forehead back a bit.

Rosemary stood up and returned to her place again, her groomed pussy still visible as she stood. She grabbed at her own ass, remembering how she would get strikes for not moving fast enough at the orphanage. She hated that there were things her body wanted now that she had no control over. Her ass actually wanted to be hit when eating like this. Becca lowered a tiny chunk of meat and Rosemary nearly drooled. When the Housekeeper nodded, the slave repeated her eating routine. Becca smiled at how refined Rosemary’s submission was. ‘No wonder Master likes her,’ she thought.

“You did an acceptable job cleaning and tidying up today but I am not sure Master would like you going through his gear. That is where you found that harness right? Sara looked like she had not been bound with that,” she said, looking at the device laying out on the bed. She offered another tiny piece of bread down and the slave eagerly lapped at her fingers for it.

“Miss Becca, I found a trunk full of bindings and devices. I cleaned what I knew needed it. When I found that, I think its been damaged. It’s worn in places. I think someone might escape the next time that one is used,” she said, kneeling on the floor, her stomach grateful for the tiny bits of food. And so much better than the swill she had been given the day before. 

Becca stood suddenly and walked over to the items Rosemary had laid out. She kept her position near the vacant chair, knowing she should wait for discipline. Or possibly a reward. Her nose and stomach really wanted a reward of food. Just the mere thought of a reward was making her moist as well, her clit getting erect and the familiar ache coming from her pussy.

“Very good eye Rosemary! Master had been using this on Tina a lot! And now I see why she had been misbehaving for so long! She must have started to work this rivet loose and thought she would be able to force her way out,” she said to the kneeling slave. “The Master needs to stop playing at night and in the dark so much. He might have missed this.”

“I need to do what?” said Ian Malone from the doorway. Becca flinched and dropped the harness on the bed, looking flushed for a moment.

“Master I apologize. I was telling Rosemary how good a job she had done noticing some wear on this harness,” she said quickly. 

“Show me,” he said, moving forward to inspect the harness. “Damn. Tina was using this one a lot lately. Becca, I think you should send Thomas out tonight with a message for her. An extra week. For the insolence. And you said Rosemary noticed this cleaning today?” Becca nodded and stood in place. Master Malone stroked her breasts. “But not my Housekeeper? This is not recent wear Becca. She almost made it free of this piece.” 

Her eyes were wide as he lifted her skirts and he began pulling at something Rosemary could not see. But when she heard fabric rip and some silken soft remnants began falling from underneath her skirt, she could guess what he just tore. Becca’s pussy was now just as bare as her own. Instinct made her scurry over and pick up the ripped pieces with her mouth. The scent of the Housekeeper was very strong, something Rosemary was not used to. She swayed a bit at the odor but maintained her position. 

“How much training have you done with her, Becca? She seems to be very good at being a chamber slave,” he said to her. “Have you been rewarding her properly?”

“Master, I have not actually worked with her training yet. This is all her doing,” said the Housekeeper. “She says she even cleaned some of your devices.” She nodded to the trunk while he kept moving his hand under her many skirts. Rosemary could smell her arousal. Becca’s breathing had become ragged, and she was flushed. Rosemary knew she was going to orgasm soon and all the slave could do was watch. 

“Slave, come catch. I don’t want it on my floor,” he said, looking dead at her. Rosemary, with the torn remnants of panties still in her mouth, rushed over to Becca, still on her hands and knees. Master Malone barely lifted up the skirts before Rosemary ducked under them, knowing what was expected of her. She had been forced to do it so many times at the orphanage.

Her face pressed up against her Master’s hand as he pumped in and out of Becca’s pussy. She licked and sucked at the available genitalia as he fingered her. The Housekeeper started to lose strength in her knees and he held open her pussy with his fingers. Rosemary latched on, her own fingers finding the woman’s clit. When she heard her Master command Becca to cum, Rosemary was ready, flicking her pleasure nub strongly and holding her mouth open, ready for the stream of cum she was expected to receive. The woman’s torn panties were still jammed in her mouth. After what felt like a full minute, the flow ended. She had caught most of it, the excess flowing down her thin dress, making it stick to her skin.

When she emerged, she felt naked, the thin wet fabric giving her no illusion of clothing. And she smelled of Becca’s lust. From the pattern of moisture, she was sure there was a lot in the skirts of the Housekeeper too. She looked down at her moist breasts and she wished hers were larger again. The large nipples standing out from her slight breasts made her feel mismatched and she was sure Becca’s looked more attractive. 

“Becca, I think Rosemary has earned some rewards for discovering this for me. Feed her properly,” he told her. “Not those crumbs you use to train them. I think she is past that. And make sure she gets freshened up. I want her to nap on my bed and I won’t have her smelling of cunt. She is going to the parlor downstairs after dinner and the rest of the night. I want her well rested for that.” 

He opened the trunk and pulled out some implements Rosemary did not recognize but there was one she knew well, a flogger. It looked like the Master was going to physically discipline someone and Rosemary had a good guess it was going to be Tina, especially after what she had just heard. The handle that had dozens of cords with knots in it was particularly scary. She had tested that one out on her leg. It hurt on so many different levels.

“Yes, Master. Certainly. We will get to that right away,” she said, nodding as she watched him select implements. He set a carved wooden dildo, a very wide one with ridges and bumps all over it, onto his bed. “For you tonight Becca. Sara gets your usual one. Lydia is my attendant tonight, correct?”


