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Subject: {ASSM} Member's Only Sluts    MF lt. bond anal
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 04:10:08 -0400
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This is the ninth Plaything story.  Like the others,
it solely for the private pleasure of the audience. 
Any further distribution of the descriptions and
accounts of this story without the express permission
of the commissioner is prohibited.   No animals died
writing this story. Construtive criticism is welcome,
but flames are not.  Enjoy.

Don 

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	Martha enjoyed settling into her new private brothel.
 It was smaller than the old one, with fewer whores
and sluts,  but the rooms were larger and better
furnished.   She had a queen size bed, and a larger
computer screen. The bathroom had an automatic hot tub
and jacouzzi, with preset temperatures and settings.  
The room was filled with equipment that would enhance
the pleasure for herself and her clients. 
	At first, she was not sure she wanted to move.   But
her agent convinced her that a member's only brothel,
would enable to spend more time with a select group of
clients.  She would not loose any money, and the work
would be easier.   The worst case scenario would be
that she would have to work an extra year or so before
retirement.  Martha had been a working slut for twenty
years, and was looking forward to retirement.  But an
extra year of easier work under better conditions did
not seem so bad.
	She was excited to learn that one of her first
clients in the new brothel was going to be Bill.   She
liked him because he was so appreciative of what she
did.   She somehow thought that he was responsible for
her move, because he was one of the few regulars from
her old brothel who joined the new one.   Sometimes
Bill hurt her a little bit, but he did in such a way
as to enhance her arousal rather than harm her.   What
good is a slut who cannot take a bit of pain? 
	Bill enjoyed playing sex games with her.  Rather than
have her wear her normal slut outfit of a brief tunic,
he had her wear something appropriate for the game. 
In the old brothel they played slave, kidnap, and
rape.  The new one gave them more toys.   
	Today, he wanted to play wild animal.  He showed her
some animals and scenes from the zoo on her computer. 
 She would be an animal, maybe a lioness, and he would
be an animal trainer.   He had the people in the
brothel  dress her in a tight fitting bodice, which
enhanced her bulging breasts, but without panties.  
When he entered, she was wearing a tight collar
attached to a leash, and an animal mask.
	"How has my wild cat been?"  he asked.
	She growled at him.
	He had pulled at the leash and seized a small whip.  
He pushed her down the floor, flashing the whip at her
naked ass.  He whip could sting, but not really hurt. 
She continued to growl.   He pulled her by the leash,
leading her around the room.  He whipper her ass, but
also used the whip to rub her pussy.
	"Does my cat like her pussy?"  he asked.
	She meowed softly.
	"I like her pussy,"  he said.  
	 He rubbed it with the whip, but then turned with a
snap on her ass.   He even snapped at her clit,
causing it to sting momentarily.  He sat on the bed,
pulling her until her face was against his groin. 
Martha knew that was a signal to pull his prick from
beneath his pants.  Like most citizens,  Bill wore a 
two piece jump suit that unsnapped for the bathroom. 
He had no underclothes.   She easily  unsnapped his
pants and lowered them to the floor.  
	Martha played with and kissed his prick.  He pulled
off his top while he watched her.  She rapidly aroused
him to full height.   She went to work on him, letting
her tongue explore his rod.  She moved over its
circumference, not wanting to ignore a centimeter.  
	"You are a wonderful cock sucker,"  he said softly.
	She did not reply.  Instead, she cupped his balls in
her hands, and took his prick in her mouth.   She
licked and sucked, but she hoped he would not cum in
her mouth.   That would end the game too soon.  He was
getting very excited, but he felt the same way.
	"Stand up."  he ordered.   He attached the leash to a
bolt in the ceiling, which pulled up such that she
could only be comfortable by standing fully erect.
	"Don't move," he ordered,  "and what ever you do,
don't cum."
	Bill unfastened the bodice and lowered it to the
floor.  He pushed away his own clothes and stood up. 
Martha thought he might press against her and maybe
even enter her, but he had other ideas.  He knelt down
to kiss and suck her breasts, giving them the same
treatment he had given his prick.  He inserted a
finger into her pussy. 
	When she reacted to that treatment, he repeated,
"Don't move."   Every time she started to squirm, he
flicked her with his whip.  He alternated between
massaging her clitoris and attacking her with the
whip.   The pain and the pleasure became unbearable. 
The true torture was in not being able to cum, not the
whip.   Bill had her where he wanted her, right on the
edge.
He did not want to release her yet.  Instead, he moved
to her ass, pinching and slapping it.  He then shoved
the thick handle of the whip up her vagina.   She was
breathing hard in spite of herself. 
	When he was sure she could not take any more, he
released the collar, and pushed her violently against
the wall.  He perched her on a small ledge.
	"Open your legs, slut,"  he ordered.
	She responded by putting her legs around his waist. 
He shoved his prick deep into her moist cunt.   
	"You can cum, if you want."  he said.
	"Yes, master." she said with obvious relief.    She
was so aroused that she shook immediately with a
powerful orgasm.    He started to pound into her.   
He banged her against the wall.  She was totally at
his mercy.  However, his mercy was in getting her to
cum again.   Like most sluts, Martha had no trouble
reaching repeated orgasms.   She let the pleasure wave
over her.   Bill kept pounding into her, relenting
just occasionally to squeeze her ass.   
	Finally,  Bill approached the edge himself.  He
grunted loudly with each deep thrust.  With a final
surge, he erupted with a torrent of cum, rapidly
filling her eager box.   Even after his initial
release, he kept thrusting until he was empty.   Only
then did he pull back and let her off the ledge.
	"You are a sweet slut," he said, his attitude
softening markedly.  He  kissed her sweetly, and let
her kiss him.  
	"Let me see your hot tub?"  he said, finally.
	"This way."  She lead him into the bathroom.
	"Have you used it yet?"   he asked.
	"A few times."
	"Pretty  good, considering that the brothel opened
last week.  Do know how to work it?"
	"I think so."
	She set it automatically to fill with water of the
right temperature.   They sat inside, letting the
water flow around them.  Martha liked the way it
stimulated her pussy.  
	"Do you want me to clean you off?"  she asked.
	"Yes."  
	She took a cloth and rubbed it around his prick. 
After a few minutes of gentle stimulation,  it
responded.  She dipped into the tub until she was
leaning against  his waist.
She reapplied the kind of oral stimulation that she
had before, but more gently and with less urgency.  
Bill just sat there, enjoying the oral bath she was
supplying.  
	Then he said, "Let me clean your ass,  so  I can give
it a good fucking."   He took some soap and massaged
it over her ass, and gently inserted it into her
rectum.  The soap proved a natural lubrication for
what was to come.   Because she was a well trained
slut, Martha enjoyed being taken in the ass almost as
much as her pussy.   She wiggled her rear as he
cleaned her up.
	"Do you like it in the ass?"  he asked.
	"Yes.  Almost as much as my cunt."
	"Then get up there."
	"Use me for your pleasure. "
	She positioned herself leaning against the edge of
the tub.   Bill waded waist deep and pulled around to
her.   She raised her ass while he fondled it a bit. 
He then moved until he could enter her well lubricated
bottom.   She relaxed her anus to permit him to go as
deep as possible.
He enjoyed the tight feeling against his prick.   He
moved slowly inside, as his prick was engulfed by her
rear.   He bounced against her, his pelvis striking
her ass with a slap.   Unlike some women,  Martha had
no difficulty reaching orgasm anally.  
	"Fuck my ass.  Fuck me hard," she demanded.
	She was breathing hard as he gradually picked up the
pace.  A scream pierced her throat as she hit another
wild orgasm.   
	"Make me cum, again,"  she demanded.
	"I am going to make you cum out of your slutty little
mind,"  he said, threatenly.
	He pounded her unmercifully.  It did not take long
for his balls to enlarge with cum.   The pressure kept
building.   Finally he released  a flood of cum.  Each
squirt felt as good as the one before.  When she felt
her rectum fill with sticky fluid, she also released
an orgasm, even stronger than the first.  She almost
fainted.  
	When he was finished,  Bill pulled her back into the
tub.  He kissed again.
	"I love playing with my favorite slut," he said.
	"And I love playing with you, Mr. Bill."   
	Bill pulled himself out of the tub and dried himself
off.   He toweled down Martha's luscious body, but
then he pulled away.
	He said,"I have to go.  But I definitely will come
back in a few days.  I will miss you until then."   
	"I will miss you, too," she replied.
	As soon as he dressed and left, she checked to see
when her next client would arrive.

	Bill was more involved with the new brothel than
Martha knew.   He was a administrative law judge,
specializing in plaything law.   Part of his job was
to see that sluts like Martha were protected, both
physically and financially.   In a brothel, the
operators of the brothel would protect its residents,
subject to inspection by the plaything society and the
state.  However, playthings who were leased or
licensed to private individuals received less
protection.   
	  A plaything was someone who had been genetically
engineered to provide and enjoy sex, to the exclusion
of almost everything else.  A male plaything was
called a stud, and a whore was  female plaything who
was employed for sex, usually by a brothel.   A slut
was a plaything who did not mind pain and bondage.  
Most sluts were female, but some male sluts served gay
clients.
	 Bill was called to a meeting at a select private
club in the city because he was starting to crack down
on slut and whore abuse Some of the members may have
been subject to inspection and fines,  and they did
not like it.   Before he went, Bill made sure that
none of the people he was meeting were subject to
investigation.
	When he arrived, he gave an electronic calling card
at the front desk.   A voice announced, "Mr. Bill
Williams,"  and a robot let him in.  Another robot
showed him to a private dining room.     Bill had
never been in this selective club.  Bill had been
invited to join the club, but he was afraid that some
of the members might be appearing before him in court.
Its members were some of the wealthiest people in
society.   
	An older gentleman who Bill recognized as the owner
of a major computer firm introduced himself.  "Mr.
Williams,  I'm Gil Bates.  I'm glad you could join us.
 Allow me to introduce my companions,  Helen Rhodes, 
Mary Stewart,  Al Edwards,  John Marshal, and Tom
Edison. "  
	Bill sat down and ordered some wine.   He noticed
some of their playthings were sitting in stalls by the
side of the room, where they could see their master or
mistress, but not each other.   
	"Where is your plaything, Mr. Williams?"  Helen
Rhodes asked.
	He said, "First, you can call me Bill.  Second,  I
don't have one.  I just use a slut in the brothel. "
	"Can't you afford one?"  Al Edwards asked.
	"Sure, but I don't think it's right for me to benefit
from an industry I'm trying to regulate."
	Bates said, "We are very concerned about some of the
ways our whores and sluts are being treated, so we
want to talk to you about it."
	Bill replied, "I agree, we are very concerned about
some of the sluts.  Today, a slut or whore leased to a
private party has ten percent chance of dying before
retirement.  Surely you'd agree that is too high."
	"Many sluts are just too stupid to protect
themselves,"  Al Edwards said.
	"That is true.  That is why we have to protect them,"
Bill replied.
	"But why should we protect sluts?  They don't have
any rights,"  John Marshall added.
	"That is true also.  They don't have any civil
rights.  But they have human rights.  A slut does not
deserve to be injured and a whore does not deserve to
be cheated."
	"What does a stud deserve?"  Helen Rhodes asked.  She
eyed a muscular half naked man sitting in the corner.
	"Maybe you."  Bates joked.
	Everyone laughed.  Bill said, "Studs are generally
not treated as badly by their mistresses as whores by
their masters.  There is a difference between the
sexes."
	"Thank God for that,"  said Mary.
	"Don't you protect whores and sluts by fines when
they are injured?"   Tom Edison asked.  
	"Yes.  We can order the master who is guilty to pay a
fine and to forfeit his right to obtain another whore,
but by then it's too late.  Many people just pay the
fine as if nothing has happened. It's just part of the
cost of maintaining a whore."  
	"What do you intend to do about it?"  Al asked.
	"We're going increase the intensity of inspections"
	John Marshall added, "That is what we're afraid of. 
Some people think they are too frequent as it is.   My
friend Bill...."
	"Please do not discuss a case before the court," 
Bill interrupted.
	"I've heard of surprise inspections.  Don't you think
sex should be private?"
	"Of  course it is private.   We conduct a surprise
inspection only if we have reason to suspect a serious
violation and the party has been warned.  Usually we
offer a notice of a day or two before someone from our
office shows up. "
	"What are the most frequent violations?"  asked
Bates.
	"A whore or plaything who is abused more than she was
prepared or trained for.  In most cases, the whore is
performing like a slut, but not getting paid like one.
 In that case, we either increase her compensation or
she has to find a safer situation.  More serious is
the whore or slut who is being seriously injured, but
who helpless to do anything about it."
	"How do you deal with those cases?" Mary asked.
	"In most cases, I hold a hearing, with the assistance
of a decision support program.  If the program comes
up with a clear probability, I usually support it.  If
the program comes up with a probability of between 40%
and 60%, I exercise my judgment.   I am allowed to
impose a civil fine, but if I believe a plaything has
been killed through negligence or murder, then the
case is turned over to the criminal court."
	Mary commented, "It is interesting that people trust
computers to drive cars and diagnose disease, but to
dispense justice, they require human intervention."  
Mary ran a company which made decision support
software.  
	Al asked, "What can we do to have the benefits of our
sluts, without these intrusive inspections."	
	"Place the sluts in a place where they can be
monitored, like a brothel."
	"But a brothel is not private."
	Helen asked, "Is it possible to have a private
brothel?   Like this private club?"
	Bill thought for a minute. "I don't see why not, as
long as the interests of the playthings are
protected."
	Bates concluded, "John, you are a contract attorney. 
Why don't you work with Bill on arranging for  a
private brothel?"  
	Over the next few days, John Marshall and Bill worked
out the legal technicalities.   Bill required that any
plaything who was a private license could move to the
members only brothel only if there was no loss of
compensation, and that would have to be negotiated
individually between the current master and the
plaything's agent.   He was offered a financial
interest in the brothel, but turned it down.  
However, he suggested that Martha move to the new
brothel, and quickly joined when she did.  

	What Martha liked most about the brothel was that she
could leave.  Before, a slut who left the brothel for
any reason had to tied by a rope or chain to a
citizen. Martha knew that this was for her own
protection, but people always stared at her whenever
she went out, which made her feel  uncomfortable.  But
in new situation, she could leave with a trusted
member any time, and remain connected by an electronic
transponder.   Al Edwards also placed his slut, Amelia
in the brothel when he found out that he could take
her home for up to twelve hours, but none of the
others surrendered their playthings.
	This time she was leaving with Bill.  He told her to
dress as a sex slave, which got her excited.  She wore
a brief skirt, which barely covered her pussy, a
plastic necklace, bracelets, and anklets, and nothing
else.  Bill covered her while she was in his robocar,
but otherwise did not touch her.
	They arrived at Tom Edison's house.  All the people
who had convened that meeting at the club in the city
had decided to participate financially in the member's
only whore house, except Bill.   They decided to host
a party to celebrate the launch of their new venture. 
As an attorney who helped set up the club, Bill was
invited, too.
	At Tom's house, they were met by a male and female
plaything, who briefly tried to grope them and
indicated their availability.
	"Not yet," Bill said, moving past them 
	The playthings escorted them down stairs.
	On the way, Bill met Helen. 
	 She asked Bill, "How did you get  into plaything
law?"
	He answered, "Much law is boring.  In a society such
as ours, where almost everyone is a professional, 
there is very little property crime.   Most law
involves contracts and civil suits of one type or
another.  Even crime usually involves just commercial
cases and fraud.  But playthings are vulnerable. 
There are people who would abuse a plaything in a way
that they would never treat a citizen."
	"I know people like that."
	"So I decided to do what I could to protect them, 
where they cannot help themselves."
	"That is very noble of you,  and I respect that."
	They went down together and sat next to each other.
	When all the people were assembled,  Tom said, "I
want to welcome you to the inauguration of our new
brothel.   All of you are either charter members or
investors.   Today, we have for your pleasure, two of
the sluts from the brothel,  who will be joined by our
own whores and studs.  I am going to ask Martha and
Amelia to come forward to submit as slaves for your
pleasure."
	The two women moved to the center of the room, and
knelt down.  Tom took some chains and tied them to the
floor.   
	Tom announced, "These two sluts will pleasure anyone
here.   Our other playthings will assist them."
	Tom undid his trousers, so that his penis was
exposed.   He presented it in front of  Martha, while
Al Edwards approached his slut Amelia.  Soon the
women's tongues were busy slurping away at their
partner's pleasure.    John Marshall approached Martha
from behind, and rubbed against her.
	Bill watched this scene sitting next to Helen.  
	She asked him, "Don't you want to get involved?"
	"Not yet.  I can have them anytime.  Now, I want talk
to you."
	"Can my stud Paul get involved with these sluts?"
	"Sure, if you want."
	Normally studs do not have sex with whores, because
there is no way either would be paid.  This case was a
clear exception.
	Paul stripped, and approached Amelia.  Helen watched
him with fascination. 
	"Paul, do  her in the ass,"  Helen instructed.
	Paul's penis extended out like a pipe.   He edged it
against Amelia.  Like a good slut, Amelia did not mind
being fucked in the ass, but she was not used to a
stud like Paul.  She winced  slightly as she felt Paul
nudge her anus.  Finally, she was able to relax enough
for him to spear into her.   He lunged into her,
filling her completely.  With Paul behind and Al in
front, Amelia looked like an oversize roast on a spit.
  The feeling of being skewered on Paul's pike blocked
everything else out.  She was no longer able to pay Al
any attention.  Fortunately, he was able to cum in her
mouth anyway.   Both Paul and Amelia exerted against
each other, but neither was able to cum, because each
was trained to let the partner cum first.   Finally,
Helen had mercy on them.
	She yelled, "Paul, Amelia,  you may cum as soon as
you want to."
	That was all Paul needed to hear.   He felt a surge
of semen rip through his prick, soaking Amelia's ass. 
The feeling of her ass filling with hot cum was enough
to let Amelia to release also.  
	 By this time all of the men, except Bill, were
involved with one of the sluts.  One of them was
taking Martha in the rectum while another had other
was piercing Amelia.   The other sluts were similarly
engaged.
	Helen asked, "This scene is getting me excited.  Are
you going to  join them?"
	"I'd rather be with you."
	She smiled at him.  "But there is no privacy here."
	"Then let's find some privacy."
	He lead her by the hand through the house.  They were
about to enter one room, but they discovered it was
already occupied by Tom's wife,  who was riding Mary's
stud.   However, another room,  probably used by Tom's
female plaything, was empty.  As soon as they entered,
Bill locked the door. 
	They took each other in a passionate embrace.  Helen
was wearing slacks and a halter which tied around her
neck, which revealed ample cleavage.  Bill pinned her
against a wall hand and tried to reach her breasts
under the cloth.   She was flattered that he had
chosen her over his slut or another whore.  
	"Here, let me."  she said.  She unfastened the
halter, so it drooped down to her waist.  Bill knelt
down to kiss her breasts, inflaming her  passion.   He
slipped a hand into her slacks.
	"I want you."  He breathed softly.
	"Take me.  Treat me like one of your sluts."
	"I'm going to treat you better."
	He put a hand on her behind and tugged her slacks to
the floor.  He kissed her pussy, leaving her moaning. 
She held his head in place, pulling it against her. 
She tried to open her legs, but almost fell.
	"Let's use the bed.   But undress me first,"  he
said.  
	Helen lustily undressed him, and fell to the floor
between his legs.   She gave his prick some oral
stimulation, just to be sure he was good enough to
satisfy her.   He was not nearly as large as Paul or
some other stud,  but she felt certain he would make
up for it in other ways. 
	She fell back on the bed, her legs wide open.
	"Use me.   Take me like a slut."  She said.
	She was used to being in charge with Paul.  She was
excited to have a man in charge whom she could trust. 
Because the room had used by Tom's plaything,  Bill
was able to find some equipment that he knew would
excite her.
	"Put your feet  in these stirrups," he instructed.
	He then used them to pull her  legs back until her
knees were against her head.  
	"Yell if this hurts," he said, fondling her moist
pussy.
	"It feels wonderful.   Now don't waste any more time.
 Take me." 
	Bill leaned forward and thrust his prick deep inside.
  She sighed as she felt him expand.   He pulsed his
penis, varying the rhythm.   He wanted it to last for
both of them.    But she was too excited to last.  She
was panting excitedly, almost like a dog.  
	"Do me hard! Fuck me!"  she demanded.
	Bill tried slamming into her.   With her legs back, 
she could not respond.  She could only take what he
was giving her.  But that was enough.  She felt an
orgasm originate in her pussy and spread rapidly,
convulsing her entire body.  She tried to talk, but
ended in a series of loud, wordless squeaks, as she
was engulfed by repeated orgasms.  However, Bill was
not finished.  He kept going until he felt the glow in
his balls signaling his own power surge.  She screamed
again while he grunted through his emerging crisis. 
Soon spurts of cum poured out of him.
	"I'm going to cum, now," he panted.
	"Ayeee.  Me too!  Me too!" 
	He shot multiple bursts of white hot juice,  each
more pleasurable than the last.   Only when he was
completely empty, did he withdraw from her box.  
	"That was super,"  She sighed.
	"Yes.  Yes."  was all he said.
	He released her legs.   Suddenly there was another
person in the room.  Tom Edison had been watching them
on the monitor because he had placed a video camera 
in his plaything's  room.   He had a pass card which
enabled to enter the locked room.  He was already
naked.
	"Do you mind if I join you?"  
	"Ask her.  She is not a slut, "  Bill answered.
	"I don't mind.   Just give me a few minutes to catch
my breath,"  Helen added.
	Bill got up and put on just his pants,  leaving  Tom
alone with Helen. Bill found a bathroom to clean
himself off and then returned to the orgy.  It was
starting to wind down.   Each of the men and the studs
had taken a turn with the whores.  All of the women
except Mary had participated also.   When Bill
arrived, Martha was soaked in semen and sweat.   He
untied her and assisted her to her feet.   Martha
smiled because she thought she had done a good job. 
Bill lead her to a kitchen, where he ordered food and
drink for both. 
	"You are a mess, Martha.  How do you feel?"  Bill
asked.
	"Tired, but good,"  she replied.  Even a slut has
limits.
	"Let's clean you off,"  he said. 
	He lead her to a bathroom.   She used the toilet.  He
then ran a shower for her.   She got in, as Bill
removed his pants and joined her.   He gently soaped
her off,  rubbing her entire body, but giving extra
attention to her breasts and pussy.   He could tell by
her sighs she was  getting excited again.   He rubbed
against her body.  He was getting excited, too.  The
water flowed over them.
	"I want to do it with you now," he said.
	She smiled and said, "Any way you want."
	"Turn around and lead against the wall."
	She did so, and thrust her ass at him.   He found her
eager box waiting for him.  He gave it a powerful
lunge with his prick.   She loved the familiar feeling
of being fucked.  She let him do what ever he wanted. 
 What he wanted was a satisfying screw.   He slammed
into her, his pelvis slapping her ass.   He used her
breasts as handles to guide her movement.   He pulled
her close as he moved into her.   He continued to bang
her until he felt the rising tide of pleasure.   He
then moved even harder, until his pleasure released a
torrent of cum.    She also achieved an orgasm, but he
did not notice. 
	Bill and Martha dried each other off and got dressed,
although Martha just wore her slave skirt.  When they
emerged from the bathroom, they encountered Helen and
Paul, who had also cleaned and dressed in a different
bathroom.   Bill and Helen talked about the orgy and
the brothel, and arranged to meet privately later.  
They totally ignored their playthings, until Helen and
Paul went home and Bill took Martha back to the
brothel.
	Bill continued to see Martha two or three times a
week in the brothel.  He also saw Helen a few times a
month, usually to attend a concert or play.  These
events usually ended in his bed.  However, after a
mutually satisfying encounter, Helen always went home
afterword.  She valued her privacy, and did not want
to change her lifestyle for him or any one else.   She
had conceived a daughter by a special stud, and saw no
reason to get married.   Bill  was divorced, but he
also had a son who lived in a different city.  He did
not want to marry again either.   They fitted each
other into their comfortable lives,  and were happy
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