Chapter 1Some people say that a person becomes a dentist because they enjoy giving pain. My dental assistant (required by law) is also my slave. For the length of time a person is in my chair, they are at my mercy. Sometimes I have a little fun bringing some macho asshole to a sobbing mess.No one would ever know where the mysterious call came from.Victoria would tell the people at the retreat about the call and no one would be looking for the pretty little Asian for five long weeks.One evening I was thinking it was time to find another woman and prepare her for sale. We shared a bottle of wine and she confessed she had a favor to ask.I keep my eyes open for the right type but abduction and a few weeks of training is risky so I make sure the woman I select is worth the time and the risk. It seems a local girl she had grown up with had continued to be her friend but rival at college. Years ago when she was about 13 or 14, I had put braces on her teeth.No, not to the typical human trafficking market that would take nearly any beautiful woman and make her a prostitute somewhere on the planet. Some would, if they were lucky, become a true slave to a demanding Master. Much worse that they would be sold to some sadistic bastard that did not know or care what a prize he had bought.My most recent "trainee" practically fell into my lap. Though Victoria is very much a Daddy's girl, I didn't see her often since she had been away to college at UCLA. She also has a wicked streak that she no doubt inherited from me. She knows about my dungeon, though not about my hobby of selling women into slavery.
Later I would get rid of the cell phone and Jennifer's backpack.
Painful probably, but a first step behavior modification.
Her red thong panties were now clearly visible under her short little skirt.
I waited only a few moments and walked in I handed Victoria a folded wad of bills and turned to my victim. When she did, I slipped a spider gag into her mouth that not only kept her mouth wide open it didn't interfere with my exam of her teeth and she could no longer talk and she definitely could not yell loud enough to be heard outside the office.. Her eyes were wide in shock and confusion that would soon turn to fear.
I said "Ahhh, good, Jennifer, I want to see how your teeth turned out since it's been ten years since your braces. Since she hadn't really seen the gag I told her it was just my new tool for keeping the patient's mouth open for exams and dental work. I looked inside her inviting mouth at her perfect teeth, praising her and my work. She began to struggle as I took each of her slender ankles and secured them in another pair of leather cuffs at the foot of the chair.