Carly smiled and grabbed my hair. "You heard what Sir said. Start sucking and do the best job you can or you know what will happen." She forced my open mouth down onto her long cock and held it there as she facefucked me, driving her cock into my throat while I sucked on it as hard as I could. As I sucked, I gently tickled her balls with my fingers making her groan. "Oh yes, Michelle" she breathed "you really are a natural cocksucker. If only your big macho friends could see you now. How would they react I wonder? Would they accept the new you or would they beat you up like you and they once beat me up? I'm sure you can guess the most likely outcome." I looked up at her in sudden panic. I tried to open my mouth to speak but she slapped me hard and pushed me down si hard on her cock that I began to choke. ""You probably don't remember since you were so drunk. I was just one more face among god knows how many gays you abused. I haven't forgotten though and neither have any of the others you hurt. You're going to be very good to all of us from now on or Sir won't be the only one beating your arse. It won't be so bad. You're a natural born slave. I've only known you five minutes and you've already licked my arse and sucked my cock, not to mention licking my feet. don't tell me it's just because Sir told you to. You wNted to be my bitch from the moment you laid eyes on me. Didn't you?" She relaxed her grip and let me breathe again. "Yes!" I spluttered "I want to be your bitch and I want to lick the arses and suck the cocks of all your sisters. I want to make up for all the harm I ever did you by becoming your fucktoy whore." "Whores charge money." grinned Carly "You'll do us all for free no matter how many times we take you, just like you give yourself to Pakistani men. Sir's friends have priority of course but whenever you're available you'll text me and I'll arrange a fuck for you. You just lost whatever freedom you still had left. You belong to the Pakistanis and me now." "Wonderful!" I smiled "Wonderful!" I began to suck Carly's cock with renewed vigour, eager to please my new mistress and show how well I could please her friends. She showed her approval a few moments later by hurtling jet after jet of hot cum down my throat. "Thank you Mistress." I whispered, lying at her feet and kissing her ankles "You have been more kind to me tan I deserve. I have one question though." "Ask it then bitch." said Carly "You said I belong to Sir's friends but you did not mention Sir?" "Of course not!" laughed Carly "He has me now, why the fuck would he want you anymore? You're not even a good maid. No my little bitch, this is your last vosit to this jousr. After today you won't see Sir again unless at a party. Even then, you'll never feel taste his cock again or feel it inside you. You've been replaced by a better model. deal with it." I looked up in horror at her grinning face. Now I knew why Madame had seemed so sad. My worst fear had come to pass. Sir had used me and tossed me aside like a piece of rubbish. i began to cry again and Carly laughed. "God you really are pathetic. No wonder you annoy Sir so much. Listen Michelle, you'd bettershut the fuck up. Sir has already sold your arse on and unless I'm very much mistaken your new owners came in while you were blowing me off. That's why Sir hasn't come back yet. They won't be impressed if your ugly face is made even uglier by crying." "Sold?" I asked in confusion "I don't understand. He can't sell me! I'm a free man!" Carly laughed again. "You stupid fuckwit! What did you think being a slave meant? You're just a piece of white meat now for Pakistanis to buy and sell as they please. You can walk out that door, sure but if you go now then film clips of everything you've been up to in this house will be sent to your family, your company and your former friends. Sir has cameras set up in every room in this house. Your choice, serve or walk. You already know what your cock wants you to do. Just let your mind obey it." I didn't need to think a moment longer. I stood up and walked - to the kitchen. Madame was sitting at the table there beside Sir who was now dressed. Opposite them sat a muscular young Pakistani man wearing a gold chain round his neck and a pretty, demure looking young Pakistani woman. Madame lowered her eyes as I entered. The young couple looked intently at my erect cock and Sir spoke. "I am sure that Carly has already told you that you have been sold. This is Master Samir and his wife Mistress Nafisa . They have just arrived in Britain from my native village in Pakistan. They have need of a servant to make the transition to life here easierand after viewibg your videos they have decided on you. They have paid a considerable amount of money for you and you will need to work hard to pay that debt off, by any means necessary." I turned and bowed towards my new owners but Master Samir raised his hand, "Your pardon." he said in a heavy accent, looking at Sir "but the sale has not yet been concluded. As we discussed, we must examine the slave ourselves and then put him to the test." "Of course." smiled Sir He gestured towards me. "Help yourselves." Master and Mistress stood up and walked over to me. Then, without a word, they began their examination. My mouth was opened and my mouth and throat checked. Fingers were stuck in my ears and inside my arse. My legs, arms, chest and stomach were groped, prodded and poked and my cock and balls were held, fondled and measured by both Master and Mistress. I was ordered to squat, to perform press ups and to run on the spot while they observed my reactions and then they made me kneel, bow and grovel before them, timing the speed of my responses on their watches. I felt like an animal being put on sale in a market. Carly had been right. These young, rural Pakistanis did not see me as a human being with rights equal to theirs. To them I was just a slave, a piece of white meat to be haggled over in the market place then used and abused as they saw fit. Seeing myself through their eyes, I realised that was exactly what Sir had made me. I was nothing more than white meat and I had never felt prouder in my life. "He is acceptable." Master Samir said eventually. Mistress Nafisa nodded and I felt her hand slowly stroking my arse. "But can you please explain these marks in his back and arse? Have you had to beat him for disobedience?" "Only for stupidity and carelessness." replied Sir. "That is often a necessity when training servants." Mistress Nafisa said softly "I use a small whip myself. I am sure it will be very effective on soft white skin like his." "i am sure you will get hours of enjoyment from it." smiled Sir "I do still need to test his bedroom skills." said Master Samir "Do you mind if I borrow one of your bedrooms?" "Please do." said Sir "The slave knows the way. I shall, of course, keep the camera turned off." Mistress Nafisa leant closer to me and whispered in my ear. "I like your cock very much. Make my husband very happy so he will agree to buy it for me." I nodded and the seemingly demure young woman smiled lasciviously. Master Samir slapped my arse and ordered me up the stairs. As we left the room, I saw Mistress Nafisa talking softly to Madame. Whatever she said made the older lady smile again. Once in the bedroom, Master Samir closed the door and ordered me to strip him. "As a wife should strip her husband." he told me "With tenderness and in such a way that my passions are stirred. i am not like your current owner. I enjoy foreplay. I like my women to woo and seduce me before I make love to them. can you do that for me Michelle?" "I will do my best Master." I smiled and batted my eyelashes as I had seen Carly do downstairs. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his dark chest hairs lovingly each time I opened a button then kissing his stomach and licking round his belly button. Once the shirt was fully open, I pulled it free of his arms and let it fall to the floor. Stepping behind him, I placed my hands on his nipples, slowly massaging them between my fingers as I kissed all the way down his back till I reached his trousers. Kneeling, I unbuckled his belt from behind, opened his trousers and pulled down his zip. Very slowly, I lowered them down while I stroked and fondled his cock and balls through his boxers and pressed my mouth against his cotton clad arse cheeks. He stepped out of his trousers and I began to pull down his boxers a centimetre at a time, never stopping my fondling of his cock as I tenderly kissed each part of his wonderfully firm brown arse that came into sight. At last, his arse was completely naked and I was licking his arse crack and kissing his cheeks while I stroked his cock to full hardness. It was already thicker and harder than Sir's and I could sense it was going to grow bigger still. I looked up in wonder and adoration at the tall, strong young Pakistani and prayed he would find me worthy to become his white slave whore. I was about to move forward and take his superb cock in my mouth when Master Samir suddenly stepped forward and lay face down on the bed. "Lick me!" he ordered "Lick me from my feet to my arse and then fuck me with your tongue." I was more than happy to oblige. I knelt at his feet then licked between each of his toes and across his soles. I then licked and kissed my way up his strong, beautiful, body, worshipping his ankles, his calves and his thighs with my tongue. I covered his marble like cheeks in reverent kisses, licked hungrily at his crack and then buried my tongue inside his arse, pushing, probing, licking and sucking, revelling in the smell and taste of a real man, a superior man. Master Samir moaned softly then turned over onto his back. At last, I was face to face with his incredible cock. It was so tall and thick that it deserved to be revered and worshipped like some ancient idol. It was a true symbol of fertility, the true mark of a real and superior man. It was honour enough for a worthless piece of white meat like me to simply look at it. Allowing my humble mouth to touch it was an act of generosity I would never be able to repay. I placed Master Samir's balls in my mouth and licked and sucked them till his sac was completely wet. Next, i licked up and down his trunk like shaft as if I were slowly licking an ice cream or a lollipop. i felt it grow even thicker under my touch. Smiling proudly, I opened my mouth wide and took as much of the huge cock as I could into my mouth. I had never tasted anything sweeter! I sucked greedily on it, my hunger and desire for it making me bob my head up and down with ever increasing speed. I needed Master Samir to cum. I needed his cum. I needed it in my mouth and I needed to swallow every last drop of it. Unfortunately, or perhaps most fortunately, Master Samir did not shate my enthusiasm. He gently lifted my head off his swollen cock and placed it on his stomach. "Kiss me." he groaned "Keep kissing up my body." I did as he demanded, covering his stomach in kisses, kissing and licking every inch of his broad, hairy chest, sucking on his nipples and kissing every inch of his neck. It was then that Master Samir did something wonderful, something Sir had never done. He lifted up my head and kissed me. He kissed me full on the lips as he might do a lover and then he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and fucked me with it, licking around my mouth and tickling my throat. I cannot describe how happy that simple act made me feel. A moment later I was in ecstasy. Master Samir, gently rolled me over so I was beneath him. Still kissing me, he prised my legs apart and slowly manoeuvred his large cock inside my arsehole. "Keep looking up at me." he whispered as he began to gently fuck me "I like to see the look in my lovers' eyes when I fuck them. I like to see how much they want me and I like them to see how much I want them." I could hardly believe my ears. Lover! He had called me his lover! Not slave, not whore, not bitch but lover! This man, this god, was treating me as an equal, as someine worthy of his love! I almost cried, I was so happy and so grateful. Through great effort, however, I maintained my composure. I did not want to anything that might disturb or annoy my Master. Instead, I kissed him softly on the lips and then lay back on the pillow and stared unwaveringly into his beautoful dark eyes as he gradually picked up his tempo and fucked me so hard and so expertly that I almost passed out from sheer pleasure even though my arsehole was being stretched beyond recognition and my head was slamming continuously against the headboard. Master Samir fucked me only once that afternoon but it was enough to make me his for life. Afterwards, he did not throw me to the floor as Sir would have done but instead cradled me gently in his arms. "You did well my pretty girl" he whispered, nibbling on my ear "very well. I am going to buy you and take you home with me but first I am going to reward you for your efforts." He reached forward and placed his hand on my cock and began to stroke it. It was a beautiful gesture but after all the teasing I had endured that day, I came in only a matter of seconds. I was bitterly disappointed but the tenderness of Master Samir was showing me more than made up for that temporary unhappiness. As I sucked my cum from his fingers, he explained to me the new life that lay ahead of me. "in my house, you will be treated as my junior wife, not as a slave." he told me "You will provide pleasure for myself amd my wife and for any guests we wish to entertain but you will always be treated with respect. You will continue to pleasure Madame also. My wife has promised her she can visit us at least once a week." I smiled gratefully as Madame had done. "When you are in our house" continued Master Samir "You will be treated as a woman and you will dress as one also. Mistress Nafisa will ensure you are dressed and made up appropriately. You will also do all the cooking, cleaning, washing and other housework. Mistress Nafisa will be in charge of all aspects of your training and discipline. She enjoys using the whip to educate. This may seem difficult to you but to be a true Pakistani wife you must be expert in all domestic duties. Outside the home, you will continue to work as normal but you will give a percentage of your income to me in order to pay back the cost of your dowry. You will be required also to do our shopping, drive us around town when required and deal with any bureacracy we might have difficulty with. We might also rent out your lovely arse from time to time when we need some extra income but only to other Pakistanis. From now on you will spend mpst of ypur life serving muself and my wife but you will be permitted a few days off each month to tend to your own affairs." My new master stroked my cheek tenderly. "So tell me." he said softly "How feel to me by wife?" I looked into his eyes and smiled. "As if I had died and gone to Heaven." I whispered and kissed him gently on the lips.