Own and Use: the Master's Manual of Sex Slave Ownership and Use

by Steven Seven

Copyright© 2017 by Steven Seven

Erotica Sex Story: This is the "Owner's Manual" for the lucky man who owns hundreds of female sex slaves in the high-tech personal paradise known as My World inside the Master's World Universe (see the serial "Welcome to My World"). The Master populates his world with made-to-order, genetically-engineered sex slaves of surpassing beauty. He programs them into ideal sex slaves who want what he wants them to want, apparently of their own free will. They range from 14 to 34 years of age.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Mind Control   Slavery   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Father   Daughter   MaleDom   Harem   Anal Sex   Analingus   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Scatology   Water Sports   Big Breasts   Small Breasts   .

Own and Use: The Master’s Manual of Sex Slave Ownership and Use OR “My bitches and How I Exploit them for My Pleasure”


This essay is from the MASTER’S WORLD Universe. Here is the basic background of that universe:

“A man has futuristic, hyper-tech powers, including the ability to read minds and to exert absolute mind control over others. He possesses a hidden planet in another dimension that has been customized into his personal paradise. He is Master of everything and everyone there. The Master populates his World with his made-to-order, genetically engineered, female sex slaves. He creates them according to his exacting specifications and mentally programs them into ideal sex slaves who perfectly match his personal desires. He makes them want what he wants them to want.

Introduction The joy of living in an adamantine, super-sexed body and owning hundreds of gorgeous, compliant female sex slaves cannot be underestimated. No ordinary human male could conceive of how amazing and delightful this life is, unless he had had a taste of it himself. Since it is exceedingly unlikely that such a man ever would have such an experience, I will use this manual to address that man, telling him how things are for me, and some of what I plan for the future.

My life was made possible by the development of advanced science and high-technology. By means of these, I enjoy physical immortality, and complete control over all biological systems within my body and My World. My World is an artificial construct in a hidden location in outer space, in another dimension, beyond the control of earth government meddling. I have sufficient resources of matter and energy, and self-contained, self-repairing robots of all sizes, to remain here indefinitely. Everything needed for life and health are here within my control.

My World has the capacity to house up to 10,000, but currently houses only myself and 500 parahuman female sex slaves. These females look like beautiful women, but are in fact cyborgs or androids, whose bodies consist of both biological and technological components. My parahuman female sex slaves are semi-autonomous, because they can function without oversight according to their design parameters and programming. Each one was designed according to my specifications of beauty. Each one wants what I want her to want. Each one thinks and feels and does what I want her to, and takes her joy and pleasure from that. Each one lives to serve me. My slightest wish is her command. Whatever pleases me is what she wants to do, apparently of her own free will.

Her will is only semi-free. If any of my parahuman female sex slaves deviates from what I desire from her, I can immediately assume mental control over her and bring her back on track. I can read her thoughts and emotions and sensory states, literally seeing things from her point of view. Then I can change her thoughts and emotions and even her sensory states, so that she returns to the true path I intend for her. If something goes amiss in this real-time re-programming, I can take mental control over her entirely, turning her into a puppet that can only say and do what I intend. This has the effect of establishing a new pattern that she will then take on as a template for her own future semi-autonomous thinking and feeling and acting.

By these means, I was able to quickly train up dozens of women at a time. Since their programming—genetic and psychological—already predisposed them to thinking and feeling and doing exactly what I want, it took only a little occasional real-time re-programming to guide each one into the path of excellent slave behavior. The need for outright puppetting was quite rare. With most women, it occurred at most once or twice in lifetime. With very many women, it never occurred at all. Over the generations of refining the women in My World, the need for puppetting gradually disappeared except in the rarest of cases.

While my bodily existence is immortal (with bodily backups and replacements as needed), my women (parahuman female sex slaves) enjoy a lesser form of episodic immortality. My World is divided into two major realms, one in which I live every day with 500+ parahuman female sex slaves, and the other from which these females emerge and into which they return, after their time of active service to me is over. I call the world where I live Harem World. The other place from which my females arise and to which they return is called Womb World. After Womb World they enter the Hall of Eternity where their selected memories are stored and their bodies are discorporated until the bitches are re-instantiated in new bodies in a form of engineered reincarnation.

Womb World features the systems that bio-manufacture my females, from DNA through blastula and other pre-birth stages, including a number of months in an exo-womb machine. My women do not bear live young, nor were they born from a living mother. All of my females were manufactured according to my specifications.

Since my purpose in creating my parahuman female sex slaves is to use them for my pleasure, there is no point in prolonging the time of their preparation. Therefore, their growth inside the exo-womb is accelerated and their brains are programmed with synthetic memories and “natural” skills. When a female emerges from the exo-womb, she has the mind and body and knowledge of a pubescent girl except that she also has the sexual proclivities of nymphomaniac, the skills of a top-notch whore, and the dedication of a romantic who loves me and only me.

The girl spends the next several months in live training in Womb World. During this training period, she is tested to make sure that all of her bodily, mental, and emotional systems are functioning properly. She is exposed to pornography of me having sex with women and girls. She is taught in school how to be a good sex slave. And at home is taught by her “birth” mother how to become a good slutish whore and submissive sex slave to me, her Owner, when she finally meets me. Almost all of this is a repetition of the very things contained in her synthetic memories. The purpose of repeating it all is to test the little bitch. When she emerged from the exo-womb, she already had synthetic memories of pornography and schooling in the sexual and domestic arts, as well as possessing “natural” skills and abilities for sensuality and sexual performance that only the most skillful earthly prostitutes and nymphomaniacs possess. And the little bitch is still merely a 14-year-old child!

On the date of her “birthday” she is sent to Harem World, where I take her sexually and use her in every and any way that pleases me. She will spend the next 20 years of her life as my sex slave in Harem World. Then, when her 34nd year draws to a close, she will return to Womb World.

Back in Womb World, the woman will be given a little time to re-adjust, all the while being carefully monitored to make sure that her adjustment is smooth and without incident. When she is deemed ready, she will be assigned a freshly birthed girl, who is apparently just about 14-years-old. The woman will be the adoptive “birth”-origin mother for the girl. Both she and the girl will receive synthetic memories that suggest that they have always known one another in Womb World. Both of the bitches, mother and daughter, will recall the daughter as a baby in her mother’s arms (which never happened). The mother will recall feeding her baby daughter from a bottle, while her own enormous, maternal breasts were hooked up to breast pumps so that her milk could be extracted and given to me, her Owner. I get every drop of tit milk. My baby bitches get formula from a bottle.

Sometimes these synthetic memories for that pair, and for other mother-daughter pairs, will have gaps or inconsistencies. These are accommodated by the overwhelming psychological need of all concerned to believe in the central dogma that all things work to the good of women and girls who dutifully serve their Master. The gaps are filled-in by the mother and daughter themselves out of their deep need to believe in everything I want them to believe in.

I am their Master. They call me Master at all times, unless I instruct them to do otherwise. I call them whatever I choose to call them in any moment. One of my pleasures is to call them dirty names, and to change their dirty names frequently. In every case, they start out with a given name, like Alice, or Barbara, or Carol. But those name are deemed to be inferior to any name I spontaneous give them, such are Asshole Bitch, or Buttfuck Blowjob, or Cunt Face, or Piece of Shit.

After the daughter has been sent to Harem World, the birth-origin mother can finally retire herself. She undergoes a life review, in which her best memories and skills and mind states are stored. These will be available to her in her next incarnation, as well as being installed in any other females of my choosing for their next lifetime. By this process of selection and replication, every generation of parahuman female sex slaves is better than the last: more skillful at performing sexually, more adroit at non-sexual service, more submissive and compliant, and more beautiful in every way. And so my bitches rise ever higher toward the asymptote of female perfection.

After her life review, the woman walks into the Hall of Eternity, where she relaxes and dissolves into bliss, her mind is absorbed, and her informational content (biological and datalogical) permanently stored. Then her body is returned to its constituent elements. The permanent records allow for the possibility of backtracking, in case there should ever be divarication from the trend toward female perfection. I could “roll back the clock” then to an earlier state and change direction, thus undoing the undesirable excursion.

At a future time, her best memories and skills and mind states (perhaps edited and/or combined with or replaced by those I have selected from another bitch, or synthesize ex nihilo) will be programmed into a new fetus in an exo-womb. When she is born, at an apparent age of puberty, the new bitch will already know how to read, write, cook, sing, dance, give a massage, give a blowjob, take dick up her ass, and suck clean the dick that was just in her ass, and more. She will know how to deepthroat, swallow cum, drink a man’s urine, eat a man’s shit, and lick a man’s asshole clean. She will have a whole host of such skills that have been developed, improved and refined from generation to generation. In addition, especially successful skills (from my point of view) from other women will be programmed into most or all women, as I please.

Her memories of previous lifetimes will be restricted to whatever I deem desirable, no matter what she had chosen during her life review. I examine, and then edit, modify, or delete memories according to my own criteria of what pleases me. Women have no right to their bodies, their minds, their feelings, or their memories. I own them all, body and soul, and I do with them whatever I please. The bitches have no rights whatsoever. They are wholly-owned property.

In Harem World, I receive a new 14-year-old girl every month, plus an additional dozen over the Twelve Days of Christmas, and one more on my birthday, for a total of 25 girls per year. Over the course of their 20 years in Harem World, I accumulate a total of 500 parahuman female sex slaves, at the minimum, with a few more specialize ones I choose to create for certain purposes. So I always have 500+ on hand for my enjoyment.

Every precaution is taken to protect the lives and health of my precious female property. Robots and other automated systems (which are enslaved to me just as much as my female properties are) do all the work and protect my females from harm. If, despite all the protective systems, some grave harm befalls one or a few of my females, they can be replaced on short notice from special systems in Womb World. These special systems can speed-grow replacement bodies for the deceased females. Back-ups of the mind/emotion/bodily states of everyone in my entire domain are made in real-time, continually. No more than a few seconds could be lost. And since the few lost seconds would probably include experience of bodily trauma, these are unwanted anyway. Horrid memories are logged, summarized in non-executable format, and then removed from the databases used for generating new bitches. Any living witness to the traumatic events will have their memories wiped as well. When the new bodies are ready, the missing women will be brought back, with a suitable backstory and all records of the traumatic event excised from the knowledge of the general population. Meanwhile, my robot and Artificial Intelligence systems will study the grave incident and make recommendations to me on how to avoid such events in future.

Over the centuries of my life in Harem World, the number of grave and traumatic events—which were always infrequent, never amounting to more than one or two per century—eventually declined to less than one per millennium. After 50,000 years, grave or traumatic events effectively dropped to zero. From that point onward, for the next 250,000 years, not a single female has been traumatized or lost. So today, in the year 300,000 I keep a prominent record in my private spaces to which my females are not privy. There I proudly display a large billboard that reads “My Personal Paradise—Harem World & Womb World—250,000 years without grave or traumatic injury.” I enjoy seeing that sign.

My parahuman female sex slaves are designed to take much abuse. I sodomize them without lubrication, yet they never bleed. I shove my erect penis down their throats, yet they still breathe. I piss and shit in their mouths and make them eat my bodily wastes, yet they never get sick. I bite their tits and asses hard enough to leave bruises, yet they suffer no lasting damage. I also force them to lactate prodigiously, yet the pink nipples on their breasts never turn brown, nor do their breasts ever become misshapen and depleted. I also twist, yank, sit on, and step on their breasts, yet even though this causes the women pain, they get great pleasure and pride from having me use their breasts in these ways. And the breasts suffer no permanent damage.

The delight I experience in taking a 14-year-old virgin is beyond adequate description. Imagine how I felt the first time a gorgeous, blonde, naked 14-year-old girl was thrust into the room where I was waiting for her, naked. The girl was nervous but also eager. She was programmed to love, worship, and adore me. She wanted to do anything and everything to please me. She had been trained (and had synthetic memories that extended her apparent training back to infancy) to know and do precisely what I wanted from her. Her synthetic memories went back to a never-lived time when she was very little watching pornographic cartoons on TV. She “remembers” playing with dolls of her Master and His slave dolls, making the slave dolls suck the Master doll’s dick, and having the Master doll sodomize the slave dolls. She remembers months and years of fantasizing about when she herself would suck her Master’s dick and take it up her ass. She wanted to be my slave more than anything else in the world.

Unbeknownst to her, she also had genetic and deep neurological propensities that drove her to want to think, feel, and do precisely what I wanted her to.

So there was no need for me to be gentle, or to take things slow, when she stood before me the first time, stark naked. I grabbed her and kissed her forcefully, sending my tongue deep into her mouth. I felt her up, running my hands over her tiny tits, fingering her cunt, and shoving a finger up her ass. I sucked her nipples and bit them. Then I sniffed and briefly tasted her cunt. Finally, I turned her around, spread her butt cheeks, then smelled and licked her anus.

Next I usually forced her to suck my dick. Which she knew how to do with such a degree of skill that most human hooker could learn a lot from her. Sometimes, however, I chose to sodomize her first instead of going for her mouth first. Without lubrication, I would shove my cock through her anus and into her rectum. This always caused her some discomfort and outright pain. Some bitches would cry. But they all knew to expect this and how to react. I would ask “Which is more important, my pleasure or your pain?” The young girl would always say “Your pleasure, Master. Please abuse me for your pleasure.” She would thank me for using her. She would thank me for the pain. Then she would beg me to be brutal and to use her as hard as I wanted to. Hearing this always delights me, and prompts me to sodomize her all the harder, all the more brutally, while calling her every dirty name I can think of.

When I get close to cumming, I always pull out of a girl’s ass and insert my penis into the girl’s mouth. I rarely come in a girl’s rectum. I almost never fuck a cunt, and have only cum in a cunt once every 10,000 years or so. My favorite thing is to sodomize a girl or woman, then force her to suck me clean (which she wants to do in any case) and finally to cum in her mouth and make her swallow my cum. This is my absolute favorite thing to do: make the bitch give me an ass-to-mouth, cum-swallowing blowjob. It is also the absolute favorite thing of every one of my girls and women. So my desires and theirs are perfectly aligned.

Every girl knows that, from birth, even before she’s met me, she is my property. When she is delivered to me, she is not yet my slave, because I distinguish between slaves and mere property. Slavery is a much higher status.

Every bitch passes through three status levels: property (I own them all, body and soul), toiletry (every bitch must drink my urine), slavery (a great honor), and family (when I take her as my adopted daughter so she can call me Daddy as well as Master).

Before I will accept a girl as my slave, she must drink my urine, straight from the dick. In other words, she must perform a piss-drinking blowjob on me. And she’d better not spill a drop, or else she’s got to lick up the spillage. Rarely is a drop spilled, though, because she leans over a golden bowl while I urinate in her mouth. The bowl catches any urine she may miss. Then the little miss must lap up and drink the piss she missed.

After she has successfully drunk my piss, I declare the little bitch to be my toilet. Upon hearing this pronouncement, every little bitch becomes ecstatic. She then will beg me to shit in her mouth. This is something she is required to say, and does indeed want. But my bowel movements are less frequent than my urinations. So I tell her “You are my urinal. When I think you are ready, I’ll also make you my toilet bowl.” The girl nods, wide-eyed, and says “I am ready to eat your shit any time, anywhere, Master. I’d love to do it in public so everyone can see you drop your heaven shit in my unworthy mouth, and that I eat your shit.” Hearing this always makes me smile with satisfaction.

Having made her my urinal (and soon-to-be toilet), I then take her into public and declare her to be my slave. This news is reported in all my news media (TV, radio, newspapers). Her photos, and videos of how I just used her sexually and as a toilet, are the top news of the day in all media.

Before we go to sleep that night, I tell her that I am adopting her as my daughter. This makes her ecstatic. She goes to sleep that night with my dick in her mouth. The news of her new status as my adopted daughter takes the top news spot on the morning programming of TV and radio, and in the newspapers.

For most of the ensuing month, until a fresh 14-year-old is delivered, I keep the little bitch with me 24 hours per day. During that time, I have sex with hundreds of other women and girls. My little girl is there to watch, learn, and frequently to participate.

At some point during the next year—and usually during the first month—I assign the young bitch to be the adopted daughter of one of my 22-year-old, big-titted slaves, whom I then “marry.” Since that older slave is also my adopted daughter, I am committing double-incest here: marrying one of my adopted daughters, and sexually abusing a younger one of my adopted daughters, while making this pair of bitches into adoptive mother and daughter. All in the family!

When a 14-year-old girl arrives, she is flat-chested or nearly so. Some little bitches already have nice bulges on their chests. Over the next 20 years, their breasts grow and grow, eventually reaching tremendous, back-breaking sizes. Although their bodies are designed to be able to carry the weight, I still make sure that the bitches will experience a modicum of pain and discomfort from carrying tens of pounds of extra weight on their chests. A full sized, moderate rack of breasts of median mass will have a measured bust line of 40 inches, a cup size of E or greater, and a weight of at least 20 pounds. A maximum bust line will be 140 inches, with a cup size of W or greater, and a weight of 75 to 90 pounds. A bitch with a rack of that size will need help with daily tasks, such as putting on a pair of shoes. She and others like her will reside in a special residence that I call the Home for the Incurably Big-Titted—and no one wants a cure! At least I don’t. And who cares what the bitches want? I’ll make them feel and want whatever pleases me.

I love referring to my parahuman female sex slaves as bitches, as the reader will have noticed by now. I call each and every one of them bitch, to their faces. They expect that and like it. They beg me to use and abuse them, to call them every dirty name I can think of, to treat them like the lowest whores on earth, and to give them the great honor of being degraded and humiliated by me all the time.

I use the most massively titted bitches as furniture components. I have special beds, tables and chairs for myself that include ancillary seating for these gigantically titted bitches, so that their breasts become cushions for my feet, armrests for my arms, cushions for my ass and back, as well as play things, and milk sources. Some bitches will be positioned such that their enormous breasts hang down like delicious fruit, which I may suck, bite, squeeze, pinch, twist, and yank at will.

The total population of my lactating bitches produces a volume of at least 8 gallons of tit milk daily. I drink some of this straight from their tits, sucking it directly from their nipples. I also squeeze some milk from their tits for fun, squirting it into the air and wasting it. But most of those 8 gallons is extracted by electric tit pumps. The milk is then made available for me to use in my cereal and coffee, or is processed into tit butter, tit cheese, tit yogurt, tit milk chocolate and so forth. While my bitches themselves drink cow milk, I get exclusive use of the tit milk my bitches produce.

My bitches are forbidden to even touch one another’s breasts without special permission from me. I rarely give such permission. I do, however, encourage my bitches to rub their breasts against one another, naked or otherwise, while doing lesbian kissing. So when they meet, they hug and kiss, making sure to rub their tits against one another. I also encourage them to lick one another’s cunts (which gives them very little pleasure, compared to their least interaction with me) and to lick one another’s anuses (which they enjoy far more than licking cunts). Their drive toward lesbianism is approximately 1% as strong as their heterosexual drive to serve me. They get more pleasure from eating my shit than from engaging in lesbian activities.

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