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This is my first time posting anything here. This story has been floating around in my head for a number of years and the story grew to be multiple chapters. Each one feeding off the other.
So, I figured it was time to just get it to put there and get the constructive feedback needed to venture forth. This is the beginning of the adventure.
Please be gentle with a first-time erotic writer.
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Last December, I got a phone call from my mother, asking me to come back to Chicago. My favorite Uncle had passed away after a brief illness. Her sister, my aunt, had asked if I could give the eulogy.
Chicago? In December? Ugh!!
Six years ago, I left Chicago for Las Vegas right after graduating college and doing my one and only internship. I was so happy to escape the Midwest because of it's winters. Now I was returning. In the dead of winter!
It was for a very worthy cause. My uncle was like a father figure to me. Actually, he and my father were like my pillars. The men who I wanted to be when I grew up. I would have never made it through college had he not been there for me after my father passed away.
My aunt? My mother's older sister. What a woman. Not only was she beautiful outside, but she had a heart of gold inside. Never had a bad word for anyone. For her, I would do anything she asked of me.
So, I jumped a flight back home, and of course, had to land in the middle of a freezing snowstorm. I guess mother nature wanted to remind me why I left here in the first place!
At the memorial, the room was filled with friends and neighbors. I saw my childhood before me. The kids I grew up with as well as their parents. Neighbors who looked out for us and were there anytime we needed help for anything.
Some were small business owners, shop keepers, bar owners and restaurant entrepreneurs. Almost everyone I knew was there. It was that kind of a close-knit neighborhood.
Although my aunt and uncle didn't have kids of their own, they were still part of the neighborhood. Hosting weekly get togethers. Always helping with neighborhood school events and family barbeques. Opening their backyard pool in the summer for all the kids to enjoy. They were the parents without the kids.
As I talked, I was watching my aunt, standing in the back of the room, next to my mother. Both ladies were properly dressed for the occasion, a grieving widow, and the supportive younger sister. Both dressed in stylish, black gowns.
Periodically, I would see her talking to the only person in the room that I didn't know. And one you could tell, just from the way he was dressed, was not part of the neighborhood. But my aunt was giving hi her full attention.
Not a very tall man, maybe five six. In his early thirties. He was dressed more like he was attending a New York Banker meeting rather than the funeral of a cold town suburban neighbor.
My aunt was a little bit taller so when they talked, she would have to bend down a little, giving me a shot of her cleavage. He would look at me, talk to her, she would say something to him then he would turn his back and talk on the phone.
My aunt. She was the model image of a midwestern farmgirl living in the city. Big boned, well filled out with a little more cushion in all the right areas. She wasn't fat, yet she wasn't thin. That just right for a woman to snuggle with in the cold winter nights.
Her brunette hair was always straight as she kept long. Usually curling at the end, encasing her breasts. The big boobs followed down to a nice set of hips and her lovely legs and open toes shoes. Usually three-inch heels. But if not, open toed shoes.
She was the grieving widow. They had over thirty great years together and I never heard a bad word between them. Yet, she was who she was, always dressed appropriately for the occasion. She may be grieving, she may be dressed the part of the widow, like everything else she did, she was still showing off her ample cleavage. Encasing her natural 38D's for all to see.
It didn't matter if it was 30 below zero or 100 degrees in the sun. At church or helping at a school function. There were three things you could count on with Aunt Linda. One, she would be cordial, polite and always the first to volunteer to help. Never a bad word out of her mouth. Second. Properly dressed for the occasion. She had an outfit for every occasion. From bikini tops and blue jean shorts for the lake or pool, to floor length dress for a night out on the town. And three. She would be sporting her cleavage. Often you could also see her rock hard, pencil thick eraser nipples.
Of course, some of the mothers in the neighborhood complained constantly about her cleavage showing. Nothing else was showing, She kept her private bits properly covered. It was just her cleavage was always "there", in our faces.
Especially when she would attend a school event or in the summer when they would open their backyard pool to us kids to cool asyabahis yeni giriş off with swimming, games, and snacks.
Uncle Bruce would have no problem telling them to go F' themselves. "She's perfect and you all know it!" He would tell them. God Bless Him!!
I think every kid in the neighborhood probably got their nightly masturbation sessions started while thinking about her and what those beautiful boobs must look like and feel like unwrapped! I know I did and still do often... They are that beautiful!!
As I wrapped up my eulogy, she came forward, thanked me then kissed me on the cheek. Afterward, she disappeared with the strange man into the back room, my mother was close behind.
A few minutes later, the two ladies reappeared, and my aunt thanked everyone for coming and reminded everyone to love each other, because you never know what tomorrow brings.
After everyone had left, my aunt came over to where my mother and I were standing, Tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face. Again, she thanked me for leaving Las Vegas and coming here, in a snowstorm, for "this". I reminded her what he meant to me, and that I would do anything for them. She smiled and asked me to remember that promise.
She smiled at my mother, then left. She said an old friend was driving her home and she was looking forward to seeing us there shortly.
Once she was out the door, my mother told me we were supposed to go over to her place and see what I had inherited. "Excuse me? What? Me? What did I inherited?"
My mother started to explain that the will was read shortly after the death. He left things to the various members of the family, but there was a envelope for his business affairs. A second will of sorts that was meant for only a few people. I was one of those people.
He and my father were very close business associates. They each worked from their home office. Claimed to be 'independent" businessmen. But they seemed more like a partnership the way they were always together, in one office or the other.
When my father needed to travel for business, my uncle came to be sort of the man of the house(s) and ruled the kingdom!
When I started college, I wanted to be like them, so my major was business administration. They helped me, coached me, and mentored me. Then in my Junior year, my father passed away. My Uncle picked up where my dad had left off. Becoming my right arm practically. He was always there for me no matter what I was doing.
On the ride home from the funeral, mom seemed a little more nervous than before. Not a panic nervous just seemed to be concerned about the drive. My aunt and uncle's house was next to ours. So I pulled into the driveway between them. She entered the house first, calling for her sister.
The house was empty, I mean like nothing was there as we entered the front door, passing through the entryway into the living room. Finally, we heard her call out from the office.
Once we heard the voice, my mother turned to me, smiled and in a very nervous voice, asked me to do her a favor. I said "Anything". She wanted to go into the office alone and talk to her sister. She wanted me to wait a few minutes then come in.
I asked if this waiting would also explain her weird behavior and she said that everything would be explained in the office. Just give her five minutes with her sister. Telling me this, she couldn't look me in the eye. She held my hand until I agreed. Then smiled and went into the office.
That Office...
Like I said before, my uncle and my father were both independent business owners, consultants, and advisors. We lived next to each other, and they both had home offices we kids were never allowed into. Growing up, the office was like forbidden planets to us kids!
On any given day, if one or the other wasn't on the road, they were in each other's offices working on something together. If not there, they would be down at the local pub, shooting pool and again, talking business. Always talking business.
They may have been busy with their work and they may have been successful, but I always admired that they were always there for us. There for our school plays, baseball games and other events. They were also keeping up their neighborly obligations. Their wives were always beside them at these events.
It wasn't until I was in college that I finally got to go inside the office and actually look around it. Both offices were almost identical. It was funny as it was scary!
It was like out of the 1950's when these houses were originally built. Old, stained wood walls, smoked glass wall separated the office from the rest of the house. Floor to ceiling bookcases filled with all the classic business books. Family photos, photos of where they have been, diplomas, and awards filled the rest of the walls. An old wooden desk, some filing cabinets, and a drafting table. It was all there. Mad Men in real life.
The strange man and my aunt
It was asyabahis giriş my aunt who came out of the office after my mother went in. Aunt Linda was looking a little out of place. I was worried and confused. If I had to guess, maybe she had mad sex or something. But I knew that she was a one-man woman. She was devoted to my uncle.
The fact that I noticed she was not wearing a bra, now had me really confused and really worried about this game they were playing. She asked if I could bring in a couple bottles of water. I went out to the kitchen, again, seeing it too was cleaned out. I guess the family got the goodies.
As I opened the door with bottles of water, I dropped them and stood there in shock at the sight before me.
My mother, dressed in only her matching bra and panties, came to my side, bent down to pick up the water bottles as she also took my hand, telling me to hold my horses, try to hold my temper and to "just listen before responding" as everything I am seeing will be completely explained.
As I shut the door, she pulls up an office chair for me to sit down and catch my breath. While she lets go of my hand, hands me a bottle of water and hands the strange man, now sitting where my uncle would normally sit at the desk. Then she properly sits in the corner on the couch against the wall.
That mysterious man was sitting in my uncle's wooden rocking desk chair, glasses on, legs crossed as he filed through some notes on his lap. Not looking at me but facing me.
At his feet, my aunt, in a submissive kneeling pose. Her back was to me as she was focused on him. But her head turned so I can see the side of her face. She is crying, smiling, and shaking. I wasn't sure of happiness, shock, or fear.
To my surprise, she was also nude and she had a collar with a leash on her. Her pose gave me a clear side boob shot that started to give me a serious erection.
In my most angry voice I demand to know what the hell "this is" and "who the hell is this overly dressed, yuppie looking man" and why was my aunt kneeling at his side, and why is she nude?
All those questions just came pouring out of me. Part of me wanted to grab a blanket to cover her up, part of me wanted to beat the shit out of the man, and part of me wanted to know why my mother was now huddled up in the corner on the couch. Smiling at me in her bra and panties.
Yet, the kinky side of me was enjoying the scene. Seeing my aunt, a profile of her and those magnificent breasts were now free from clothing and sporting nipples larger than I had ever seen before.
She was more beautiful kneeling there nude, than anything I imagined masturbating to her in my nightly fantasies.
As much as my mind didn't want to, I had to look over at my mother and admire her feminine beauty. She was two years younger, short black hair, not as tall as her sister, and she was smaller in all the right areas. My hard cock was starting to speak for me.
I was shaking as my mother firmly repeated for me to calm down and stay seated so "we can explain everything".
Mister New Yorker there, I was starting to realize that I knew him from some place. He finally spoke. "Well, Jake, we both know that well trained slaves always sit at their master's feet. Correct?"
Then it dawned on me. "Your Josh!"
"Bingo!! You finally figure it out." He said as it were joke. Mom spoke up "Seems like we each have a little family secret".
Josh finished up "And now we have a little problem we need to resolve quickly." He paused and made a gesture for me to take my aunt's leash and to move my chair closer to the desk.
"Please, take what's yours and let's get the dots dotted and the t's crossed. I have a flight back to Vegas to catch in 30 minutes."
Josh is a lawyer for "The Company". I met him a few times when I was a chauffeur and drove my favorite client Alex to the airport to pick up clients.
He liked to ride along, and they always talked business. After a few months, Alex mentioned that he wanted me to join the organization, Josh was the second person to nominate and approve me. With these two behind my nomination, it was a done deal.
The Company
What is called simply as "The Company" was started in Hollywood during the great depression. The movie stars and the studio owners were in a panic. They weren't the most conservative and squeaky-clean people out there. Southern California was still kind of a wild west state for those who still had the money.
With so many people out of work, everyone out west was wanting to work for someone in Hollywood because that's where the money was. The problem was these money moguls and Hollywood executives would hire someone and soon live to regret it.
Once the new hires caught wind of all the things their new boss was doing outside the public eye and what the boss expected the hired help to do, they were gone. Or worse, they gossiped to all the movie magazines in exchange for a small fee.
The asyabahis güvenilirmi elite wanted dependable help that could keep their mouths shut and do as they are told. No questions asked. So, a private domestic services company was created to serve their unique needs.
These unique needs included an oath to lifelong silence. What you saw, what you did and how you did it were to be taken to your grave. You would sign on to be trained in all areas of service. Once you were done with your contract and you fulfilled your obligations, primarily the oath of silence, you were paid very well.
Like the movie stars of the time, once you were trained, you were under contract for a set number of years. You (your contract) were bought and sold regularly.
It's technically illegal yet consensual, very derogatory in terms, yet it flourished. They are voluntary, very well-paid slaves. They agree to the terms, they get a huge stack of money put into a private bank account that they get access to when they "retire" if they agree to serve properly as terms of their contract states and they stay silent about who they worked for, what they were paid to do and what they did to who.
Hollywood to Las Vegas
In the 1980's as Las Vegas began to boom, the casinos needed the same kind of services to help cater to the needs and demands of their growing high rollers. So The Company moved there.
When the slaves are without a Master, either by death of the master or the master is done with the slave for a variety of reasons, with time left on their contract, they are sent to people like myself or my former chauffeuring client, Alex.
We keep them in "slave mode" while The Company tries to find them a new owner. While in our control, we will teach them a new skill they may need or to sharpen the ones they have. Or just fuck the shit out of them every day until they move on to a new owner.
If they are unable to find a new owner, the slave is sent back to The Company to use until they are released or retire.
It's a tough gig, but someone has to do it!
What Now?
He continued. "See Jake, The Company never put two and two together. Your real name and the name of your company they give the contracts to. JB Training and Consulting, the company, and Jake Baker, or JB to your friends, the person. Then the Baker slaves, Chicago. You moved to Las Vegas from Chicago. Now it all makes sense! "
He looked up for the paperwork, looked at me over the rim of his glasses, smiled a little, then looked over to my mother, then to my aunt and back to his paperwork.
"I came here to help introduce the new slave owner to the process and answer any questions he may have. That was until I realized the new master was you. Then I realized, "new master -- nephew to old slave?" This Is not new; many slaves are passed on to the younger family members. We just never had a new owner be one of our trainers before. "
Josh just outed me as a slave trainer to my mother and my aunt. Yet my aunt is naked as a slave should be while kneeling at my feet with me holding her leash. All this is really causing a painful tent to grow in my best slacks.
My aunt is a slave? As my mind is trying to wrap around that, my mind and my eyes start to wander back to my mother. Huddling in the corner, looking like a starlet herself, in her French cut bra and matching panties, thin enough for me to see her aureoles and to know she is certainly shaved down below, and she is wet.
As I start to calm down and sit back, my mother gives me her best "I am your Mother" look and explains that she is dressed (or undressed), in order to support her sister in this "unusual difficult time"
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He hands me my aunt's leash and my aunt now move to sit at my feet and puts her arm on my knees. Asking permission to do so. Hmmm... Yes, I could get used to this. Then my brain stops my train of thought. She is also my family. I can't own a family member.
As my mind was pondering that thought, I realized now how it all makes sense. Her behavior growing up, her dress, her showing off her cleavage and my uncle, her master, telling us how to never mind her dress. He likes it that way because he, as her master, told her to show everyone her cleavage.
Alex continued. "So, when I saw in the will that she, as part of the business assets, will now belongs to a man by the name of Jake Baker of Las Vegas, Jake Baker. Nobody put two and two together. No reason to. Who knew your last name was Baker other than a few people in corporate? "
I was startled. "Wait. I inherited HER?"
Last week they had the reading of the primary will and the family members got an opportunity to pick out the things in this house they wanted as mementos. The only thing off limits were the main bedroom and the office.
What they didn't see, was the will for his business assets. Who was to get those? And as part of those business assets, was his slave. Slave Linda.
My aunt, I mean my slave explained. "When we went to Las Vegas a few years ago, we went there to sign my last contract before mandatory retirement age of 60. He needed to put down someone as a beneficiary to his business assets, that included me. He didn't even have to think about who. He put you."