House of Slaves

Chapter One …-1

Chapter One …

In Alexander’s House

Her senses were acutely alive when she walked in the door of her husband’s house. Was that the fault of Martin Finch and the last several hours? Had he so awakened her? Or was there something in ethers she was typically attuned to that made the hairs at the nape of her neck stand on end? She felt the oddness in the air immediately, but she didn’t have time to respond before her world crashed in around her: Alexander striding from the back of the house to greet her, as if he’d been lying in wait. She believed, later, that it was simply coincidental, or maybe fate, that they met as she arrived home. Nearly midnight, on any other night he would have assumed that his wife was in her bed, reading a book before she turned out the light.

“Sarah!” he looked aghast. “Where in God’s name have you been?”

She stared at her husband taking in the essence of him and feeling petrified. Alexander was of average build with thick dark wavy hair. There was nothing spectacular about his bearing, until one caught sight of his intense eyes, the color of smoke. Some women say they smolder; others are simply mesmerized by their awesome ability to draw a woman’s attention, making her instantly self-conscious – probably because she is creaming her panties. He has that kind of effect, naturally, not something he deliberately developed. But he had learned to use his power to his advantage. Even now, Sarah could feel herself spontaneously responding to his fiendish charisma.

“I was…was out with friends.” She hesitated too long to sound believable, inviting his further questions.

“What friends?” he peered at her suspiciously.

“No one you know,” she shied away from the question, hoping he’d simply let her go.

“That’s impossible,” he retorted. “I know everyone you know.”

“Or maybe not,” she sassed back.

Alexander was on her and not letting up. “I smell the lie, Sarah.”

“Then smell all you like. I’m tired now and I’m going to bed.”

She started to pass by him, but before she’d taken a full stride, he reached out and grabbed her hair, jerking her back and hauling her through the corridor to the kitchen. He slammed her against the cabinets between the refrigerator and the stove.

“Where…were…you?” Leering. Angry. His cold grey eyes shooting arrows. His palm was at her chest holding her against the wood.

“I said I was out.” She could barely breathe. “I’m not going to say another word.”

“Well, that’s going to be a problem for Sarah, isn’t it? I am your husband and you owe me the truth.”

She hadn’t felt like she owed him anything for the last two of their ten year marriage. She was too flustered now for a cogent lie, stupidly thinking as she entered the house that she wouldn’t have to lie at all. Normally, she snuck in through the basement door when she arrived home late, just to avoid scenes like this. Had Martin Finch done this to her? Made her forget the protocols that ran her life and the villain who enforced them? She was strangely shaken when she left that posh hotel and made her way to the car, but by the time she arrived home, a feeling of calm had replaced the fear and the focus necessary to keep the delicate balance between husband and wife from tipping dangerously. She entered the house failing to take the usually precautions.

“I have nothing to say, Alexander,” she came back tersely. She realized that her failure to answer for her whereabouts only sealed a miserable outcome to this unfortunate adventure. But she was damned either way, since the truth would only have tried, convicted and sentenced her to a fate far worse than what he would do to her now.

Chloe, Alexander’s favorite house slave, was standing at the far door looking on, about to turn away when she caught his eye.

“No, stay,” the tone of his voice made the woman freeze.

“I don’t wish to interrupt, sir,” the polite brunette said, still trying to gracefully back away.

“No, it’s really okay.” He spoke to the girl, while keeping his eyes purposefully focused on his wife. “Mrs. Strathorn is going to require my immediate attention. Since she is part of this household, it is only right that those who share our home understand the conflict she is currently responsible for…and take part in the measures to correct the situation. Who else is available now?” he turned toward Chloe.

“What do you mean, sir?” the girl was still clueless, and more than a little afraid.

Meanwhile, Sarah leaned back horrified by the implications of her husband’s speech. She might have wrenched herself from his obdurate grasp, though with one of her husband’s hands on her chest, the other clutching her arm, she sensed, rightly, that to extricate herself from Alexander wouldn’t be possible save for an all out war – one she hadn’t the strength to fight at this hour.

“Which of my staff is still awake?” he answered the girl, impatiently.

“Well, I suppose we all are, sir. Sasha just finished in the kitchen. Dee and Margaret are getting ready for bed the last I knew.”

“Then bring them here.”

“Yes, sir,” and she scurried off.

“Alexander, please let me go,” Sarah tried again. Efforts to wiggle out of his hold were met with unbending resolve, just as she feared.

“You think you can weasel out of this, you’re wrong.”

He suddenly spun his wife around and held her hands in his while pushing her about the kitchen looking for something to secure them at her waist. He found duct tape in a nearby drawer and had her wrists securely bound behind her back within seconds, effectively denying her any means of revolt.

“Alexander, please! Let’s take this upstairs,” she tried appealing to protocols they had lived by since their marriage began. The ‘help’ had never been privy to the on-going power struggle between husband and wife. Alexander had wanted them to believe that he and Sarah had the perfect Dominant-submissive relationship. He’d even held up his wife as an example of the ideal submissive, one to which the girls should aspire to be, even though she’d failed to be particularly submissive since their ‘falling out’ three years before.

Their once harmonious D/s relationship had taken an abrupt left turn when Alexander decided to exercise his right as lord and master – which had been clearly written into her marriage contract – by employing a house staff that would be as overtly submissive to him as his wife was. He did this without consulting her; he didn’t have to, since he was the master of his realm. She should have anticipated such a move; after all he’d mentioned it several times before initiating his ‘master’ plan.

He never explicitly detailed his intentions, nor did she ever anticipate the shocking turns they took.

And when Sarah unexpectedly walked in on him f*****g Chloe in his private rooms, suddenly the magic that had brought them together vanished. When she later learned that this was not the first time he’d f****d the help, any loyalty to their marriage died. Although she initially voiced her objections quite passionately, appealing to the love and devotion she thought they shared, Alexander stood firm in his authoritarian principles that gave him the right to take on as many female submissives as he desired. He simply hadn’t exercised that right before. ‘You’d better get used to the change because I have no intention of denying my impulses to enslave desirable females.’ He said this with such a twist of acrimony that she had to wonder what drove the man to change so abruptly.

‘Did I do something wrong, sir,’ she’d quietly asked.

‘Not in the slightest. It’s always been my intention to own other females,’ he shamelessly announced.

Until that moment, she’d never considered herself owned – certainly not in the sense that Alexander implied. What had transpired early in their relationship was just a game to her: being ‘owned’ and the contract she’d signed were just pieces in the puzzle of an elaborate mind game between a dominant husband and a submissive wife. To Sarah, the mention of other slaves was just erotic bedroom talk. But once her husband finally showed his hand, she realized with some horror, that he was dead serious. Life as Sarah had known it changed abruptly from that point.

And yet, until this fateful hour, Alexander had at least kept their relationship private. If he punished his wife or reprimanded her, it was behind closed doors. No one heard, not even Chloe – who had become her husband’s favorite sub over the last year. He didn’t make his wife wear the skimpy uniforms the other girls wore. Nor did he make her follow the daily ritual meant to keep their slave mentality intact. At the same time, Sarah had carefully managed her life to avoid incidents like this; the last time she angered her husband had been months before when they were away on vacation with no one around to witness their war and no way for Alexander to humiliate her.

Now was a different matter. Cavorting with Martin Finch seemed to change all that.

“No, I’m not going to take this upstairs,” Alexander seethed darkly. “You think I don’t know when you’re out playing around.”

“That is a lie! I do not play around.”

“You expect me to believe that? You’re stupider than I thought.”

By then, Alexander’s slaves were hovering at the door, looking on wide-eyed as the master and mistress fought with glaring eyes and sharp-fanged words. Seeing the girls waiting so breathlessly for a cue, the master turned his wife to face them and reaching around her torso ripped her nylon blouse to shreds, exposing her naked breasts. Her bra was currently nestled in the bottom of her handbag because she hadn’t bothered to put it back on when she left the hotel – a fact that was clearly incriminating, but for the moment overlooked by her angry husband.

“This is my wife, Sasha,” he addressed his newest acquisition. “Did you know that she’s also my slave, just as you are my slave? I expect her to obey me, to follow the same rules of deportment that you do.”

The new girl’s eyes opened wide in panic.

“Alexander, no!” Sarah wailed.

“It’s time you were taken down a peg, my dear.”

Alexander moved around to her front in order to strip off her skirt, seeing only then that she wore no panties. He stared at her crotch – the second man to focus on her s*x that night. But the only lust in his eyes was his lust for revenge.

“So, is wearing no panties your custom now?”

“Some days, yes. Isn’t that what you taught me?” She knew his girls were all pantiless.

“What a convenient excuse. Play by the rules when it suits your fancy. This one obviously makes you easily available for your lovers.”

“There are no lovers, Alexander,” she glared.

“You say that. But with no cogent explanations of your whereabouts, you give me little choice but to haul you in for punishment. Making an example of you suits me just fine.” He stepped aside, yanked her forward and pushed her naked body in the direction of the four stunned maids. The kitchen table just happened to be between the couple and the young women, perfectly situated to position her in the appropriate bent over pose, ready to take her beating. “Chloe get my cane. And Sasha, the wooden spoon,” the master barked, and the two went scurrying.

Alexander took the paddle first, but before he began, he stood back for a moment and spoke to the other girls.

“Mrs. Strathorn is my submissive, as much as the four of you are. She is not above being punished for her bad behavior. Since I find her errors significant, I think it’s time to take our dealings out from behind closed doors. Maybe my message will stick if it’s delivered in front of witnesses. What do you think?” The question wasn’t for the maids and when he heard no reply from his wife, he yanked on her hair, pulling up her bowed head. She answered with defiant silence. “I asked you a question, I demand an answer,” he angrily bit off, while shaking her head by the hair. “Tell them, tell them that you have behaved badly and deserve to be punished.”

“No, I won’t tell them that!” she yelled. “Because I did nothing wrong!” Of course it was a lie, but an easy one for Sarah because she refused to fault her infidelity.

He dropped her hair, stepped back and let the paddle speak, pelting her upturned behind with enough punishment to have her in tears and her body frantic for him to stop. Her lovely round cheeks reddened nicely. When he finally stopped, he grabbed her hair again. “Tell them, Sarah. Tell them that you behaved badly and deserve to be punished.”