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Excerpt from Fully
Owned
By Mystic Shade
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1
Their
package delivered safely, Jake and Len sat in a small coffeehouse watching the
pretty, young barista artfully preparing drinks for the customers. Her
movements were a ballet of economy, weaving among the other workers behind the
counter with precision and grace. Both men watched her for professional reasons
as well as for pure enjoyment.
“She’s
next?”
Jake
nodded, sipping his hot chocolate with an extra dash of cinnamon. “No parents,
no siblings. Boyfriend sold her out.” He shook his head. “Scumbag. She’s well
rid of him.”
“Have
they broken up?”
Jake
shook his head. “He’s planning to file a missing person’s report. When she
doesn’t show in a year, he collects on insurance.”
Len
shook his head at the greed so many of their clients displayed. Of course,
without that greed, they’d be out of business. And the women they trained loved
what they became. What woman wouldn’t? Put on a pedestal, showed off, made to
feel beautiful and sexy? Some women even found love with their Masters,
although that didn’t concern either of the men who sat watching. Their job was
to train. After that…the slaves lived, or died, on their own wits.
Most
women, he corrected himself. Some women didn’t have the temperament to become
slaves. The one they’d just delivered was testament to that. You were either
born submissive or born Dominant. While it was true some people could switch,
the reality was that, in life, you were either one or the other.
“Take
that one, for example.” Jake’s chin jutted out at the pretty woman now handing
over a steaming cup to a customer and Len realized he hadn’t been paying
attention to his boss.
“What
about her?”
“Look
at the way she drops her eyes every time a man speaks to her. Watch her body
language. You can tell a lot about where they are on the spectrum by the way
they interact in their everyday lives.”
Len
watched as the pretty barista took the next order. The customer, older but
distinguished-looking, didn’t so much as glance at her, his gaze intent on the
menu hanging behind her. With quick, professional movements, she filled his
request and rang up the sale. Len frowned. So far he didn’t see anything that
pointed either way.
But
then she handed him the drink and sure enough, her eyes dropped as he looked
directly at her. She dropped her head in a tiny, submissive nod and Len
grinned.
The
barista waited on a woman next and Len watched to see if she did the same
thing. He noted how her shoulders squared when talking with the woman, who
looked her in the eye. Still maintaining a professional demeanor, he could see
from here that her attitude was different. He watched her through several more
customers before deciding she definitely showed submissive tendencies with
both, but they were far more pronounced when dealing with men than with women.
Jake
leaned a little closer. “So…tell me what you’ve been seeing.”
“She
makes initial eye contact with both men and women, but treats them differently.
Not obviously so, but if you’re watching…”
“Which
you are. Go on.”
“She’s
brusquer with women. No, that’s too harsh a word. More…distant. Shows respect,
but not much more. Still drops her eyes at the end of the sale with them,
though.”
“And
with men?”
Len
grinned as another man came up to the counter and she began her routine all
over again. He dissected it for his boss.
“She
looks him in the eye, then either drops the gaze immediately or watches as he
breaks it. See? This guy knows what he wants, so he’s not looking at the board,
he’s looking at her. So her eyes are down. Now, watch her as she makes the
drink.
“There…did
you see that? Still professional, still keeping her mind on the task, but the
little blush? This guys a hunk and she’s responding to his obvious appeal.”
Len
kept up his commentary as she turned back to her customer. “Now watch. She’ll
take his money, make change and only look into his eyes once at the very end.”
Sure
enough, that was exactly what the woman did. Jake looked like a proud papa.
“Excellently noted, my friend. Now…why the last look up?”
Len
sipped his black coffee and considered. “It’s almost as if she’s looking for
some reassurance that she did a good job.”
“And
so the pupil becomes the master.” Jake grinned. “If you’re finished, we’re done
here.”
Jake
dropped a large bill into the barista’s tip jar on their way out, giving her a
wink. As expected she blushed and bowed her head, calling out after them,
“Thank you, sir!” Only Jake and Len knew how soon she’d learn so say those
words in a very different way.
They’d
already returned the panel truck they’d used for their delivery before stopping
for coffee and reconnaissance. As they drove their regular van back to the
warehouse, Len brought up the slave who waited for their return.
“What
do you want to do with Cloudhealer?”
“You
do realize you broke a cardinal rule with her…”
“You
mean buying a slave instead of selling. Yeah, I know.” Len had good reasons
behind the purchase and knew he could support every one of them.
A
grocery store came into view on their right and Jake pulled the van into the
parking lot. “We’re out of milk,” he explained as he parked. “Will be just a
minute.”
“I’ll
come in. Cloudhealer gave me a list.”
“And
that’s the rule you broke.”
“Letting
her give me a grocery list? I thought you wanted her to take over the cooking…”
Jake
shook his head and paused in the act of getting out of the van. “No, that’s not
it. You allowed her her name.”
Len
shut the passenger door and considered as they wove through the parked cars to
the store’s entrance.
He
didn’t want to admit it, but Jake was right. While he still considered the
little female to be a slave, she had become a slave with a name. And that gave
her a status higher than all the other slaves they’d ever trained. He pulled
the list out of his pocket and noted the neat script, the items grouped
together as he’d find them in the store and sighed.
“So
what do we do about it?” he asked his boss as they waited in line several
minutes later with their cart. He didn’t need to tell Jake what he was talking
about.
Jake
shrugged. “Nothing. We both think of her by her name now and that’s not going
to change.” He looked at the man he was training to be an equal partner in the
business, driving home one more lesson. “Just know that it does change the
relationship. She’s becoming a part of our lives and selling her will be that
much more difficult.”
An
older woman who stood in line in front of them turned around and gave them an
astonished look. Jake smiled that rakish, charming smile he had and bowed to
her.
“Dog
had a litter of puppies,” he explained. “We had one left and he went and named
her.”
“Oh,
dear. You’ll never be able to give her up now. Why I remember…”
Len
chuckled as the woman went on and on about the dog she’d had as a child. Jake
listened intently, prodding her with questions until she’d paid her grocery
bill and left. Even the cashier got in on the conversation, asking about the
breed. Len admired Jake’s ability to improvise, then realized this was all a
part of the game to him. Outwardly the two of them led normal, ordinary lives.
They drank coffee, did grocery shopping…all the normal errands normal people do
in the course of their day. Nothing distinguished the two of them from any
other two random guys. Except that, after running all these errands, most men went
home to wives, girlfriends or significant others. Jake and Len went home and
trained slaves.
Loading
the groceries into the van didn’t take long and once back inside, they picked
up the conversation as if there hadn’t been any interruption. Len squinted out
the window at the bright sunlight as he reflected on Cloudhealer’s abilities.
“I’m trying to think how she could be useful.”
“I’m
thinking her medical skills could create a whole new area of training we
haven’t gone into before.”
“You
mean needles.”
Len
shrugged. “Among other things.”
Jake
considered. They’d used needle play on a limited basis before, but the women
they dealt with were so new to the whole thing they rarely went very far. With
Cloudhealer, it might be possible to do a demonstration-type training, as the
slave obviously had lots of experience in bondage and BDSM.
“We
are two people down…” Len added.
“Good
point.”
The
last partner hadn’t worked out well. Then Tony had died and they’d gone from a
four-person operation down to just the two of them. Nabbing the brunette behind
the counter was going to be tough with just the two of them. Was there a way to
work Cloudhealer into the deal? And did he trust her enough?
Jake
sipped his drink as he realized he did. They both did. Cloudhealer had proven
several times that she could be trusted. And she certainly seemed eager enough
to submit…
“All
right.” He pulled into the alley that led to the warehouse’s back door. “Let’s
go bring her into the fold and make plans.”
WARNING: This book does contain extreme bondage, violence and forced sex. It is not for the faint of heart!
Enjoy the darker side,
Mystic
