"Beg." I seethed down at my little trouble case.

Joy sat on her legs, arms tied behind her back. She was the only one in the room for the time being. I wanted time alone with her. So, I gave Alexander and Ricky the duty of helping out the maids. Angelo was cleaning himself up in one of the spare bedrooms before I introduce him to Ghost. My little brat can be picky. If I'm going to give him essentially a nanny, he'll have to be perfect.

As for Joy, she needed more lessons than I could ever give her. Nikki will be taking her and Alexander to an auction next week. Having the bodies both of them do, they'll sell. It'll be a shame to see them go, but I look forward to new bitches. I have earned a fondness for Joy, despite what a cunt she is.

She wiggled in place, like a puppy anxious for a treat. "Please, Master? Please, make I suck your cock? Your cock is so massive. I just want to know what it feels like down my throat. I promise I'll be a good girl from now on."

I very slowly palmed myself through my black jeans. My dick was growing hard listening to such a sweet voice plead. Watching me touch myself caused her to become even more impatient. Joy let out a small cry and bounced up and down to try to deal with the crave.

"Stay." I told her.

She said nothing and tried her best to stay still while I went across the room. Grazing my eyes over the several toys I kept down here, I found one that will satisfy her bouncing. Of course, no slave of my mine gets pleasure without pain. I picked up a little something to agonize her.

Joy was like a child, in the weirdest way. She was desperate for her candy, but her sugar was of much more adult flavors. We'll see how she likes the taste of metal. I took a long, thin and hard dildo and forced it down her throat. She choked, dripping spit all over the toy and herself. I pulled it from her mouth, admiring the way it glistened now covered in her saliva.

I grabbed ahold of the intricate rope working that tied her arms. Pulling her up on her knees, I set the toy below her. She took in deep breaths as I forced her to sit on it. Joy was actually tighter than I would have thought. She actually just enjoyed pain, and pleasuring other people. Not once, that I can recall, has she asked for me to fuck her. Only for me to fuck her throat.

"You're an interesting woman." I told her. "You know that, Joy?"

"How so, Sir?" She asked, still slightly out of breath.

I knelt down, running my hand along her cold skin. The room was an acceptable temperature for me, but definitely chilly for someone without clothes on. I took the chain linked nipple clamps in my hands and began to put them on her. She closed her eyes and gaped her mouth as the first one went on. Upon the second one, she grew a smile.

"Because, you want the exact opposite of pleasure. You would rather have my dick so far down your throat that you couldn't breathe, than experience pleasure." I responded, "Why is that?"

"I have purpose when I'm choking on your cock, Master."

I stood up straight and began to unzip my jeans. "Than let me give you purpose. Suck, you fucking slut."

"Thank you, Master." She wisped.

I barely smirked. Not because I was getting my dick sucked, but because I had trained her properly. She was no longer talking back. All she wanted was to serve and receive attention. That's a good girl. I've got to admit, those pretty, plump lips looked so good around my dick. All of Joy's begging paid off for both of us. She was amazing at giving head.

Every now and then she did choke, but she could take it when I wouldn't let her catch her breath. I pulled back for a second to allow her to gasp. Only, because I was about to take away her air more than I already had. I pushed my dick all the way to the back of her throat, then pinched her nose. She squirmed and squealed for the full ten seconds. I pulled out and released my grasp. Joy took in a sharp breath. She looked absolutely beautiful covered in her own spit.

"Sir?" She ever so softly asked.

I didn't even get mad at her for speaking out of turn. She did just take a fuck ton of abuse, and she was even behaving her eye line.

"Yes, Joy?" I returned.

Suddenly, she was fighting a smile as she replied, "Will you please do that again?"

Now, there's a good slave. I knew she had it in her. I grinned like the Devil. Bringing my dick back to her mouth, she opened up for me.

"I only did it for ten seconds before." I said before allowing her to have me, "Do you think you can do it for twenty?"

"I'm not sure, Master, but I want to try." She responded honestly.

"That's a good girl. Why don't we make it our goal for today, hm?" I mused.

"I like that idea, Sir." She stated in that sugary voice.

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You'd be surprised to know, it only took Joy a few tries before she could get all the way up to thirty seconds. Most people might think that it's no different than holding your breath under water. However, it is very different and much more difficult. When you hold your breath under water, you at least can release carbon dioxide that builds in your body. In this situation, air has no way in or out. That toxin builds up in the body, making it that much more difficult.

I'd like to hope I can train her to do that trick as long as a whole minute. I'm not sure if we can get there in the few days we have left together. I'd still like to spend some time with the others, as well. There is one person that comes way before my slaves though.

Even if Ghost choses not to do the DDlb lifestyle, he still needs a sitter. I can't ignore his behavior, and it's just a fact of life that he doesn't like to be lonely. Even before slaves came into our domestic life, he would throw fits when I had to work instead of pay attention to him. Now, not only will work eat up my time, but the slaves will too. Someone has to keep him company.

I checked on Angelo, seeing him waiting patiently. He looked absolutely beautiful. There's such a softness in his eyes, and a delicate nature that just radiates off of him. There's no way Ghost can hate him. No one could say no to those beautiful irises. I motioned for him to follow me and lead him to the living room.

After telling Angelo to sit in one of the arm chairs, I headed to the master bedroom. Ghost was sitting in the bed with his sketch pad. He was drawing up one of his horror designs. That's what he does for a living now; He's a designer. He as no need to even have an occupation because I can afford to take care of the both of us. However, it makes him happy and feel like he has worth.

I gently sat down on the edge of the bed and ran my hand up his leg. "Have you thought about what we talked about?" I asked him very nicely.

Ghost set his pencil and paper aside. He crossed his arms over his knees and nodded. "Yeah... I would like to try it, at least. For awhile, and if I don't like it than we won't make it a permanent thing. If I do, than we will. Is that okay?"

"Of course." I smiled softly, "One of the slaves I brought in, he's not like the others. He has a very pure heart and I'm actually thinking about setting him free or at least buying him to be a staff member. Until I make that decision, I want him to be your... nanny, of sorts. Not exactly a nanny, but a companion."

"Okay." He muttered, "I might like that. I... I get lonely without you."

"I know you do, Princess. I want you to come meet him, okay?" I said as I stood from the bed.

I offered him my hand. He took it very lightly and stood up. All he had on was black pajama shorts and an oversized grey sweater, but I liked it. He looked adorable. I had no problem with Angelo seeing him this way, seeing as he will be becoming his care taker. I lead my sweet Ghost to the living room. He wasn't fully in little space, but he also wasn't fully an adult either. Shyly, he hid behind me.

"Angelo, I trust Nikki educated you about all corners of BDSM, correct?" I asked him.

"Yes, Sir. At least, to my knowledge." He responded.

"You can look at me, Angelo. It's okay." I told him when I realized some of his slave mannerisms were making Ghost uncomfortable. Angelo looked up at me as I continued, "Do you know what a Daddy/little relationship is?"

"Yes, Sir."

I tried to move out of the way so Ghost was more visible. He only stepped behind me again. I sighed, "He gets shy sometimes. I'm sorry. Ghost is a little. So, taking care of him is no different than taking care of a child. You're going to have to learn how to tell when he's in little space, when he's an adult, and when he's in between. It's not as hard as it seems. All I need is for you to keep him company and do whatever it takes to make him happy. Also, you don't have to mind your slave manners around him. Just be a regular person."

He numbly laughed, "It might be hard for me to get used to that, Sir, but I will try. Thank you for allowing me to have this opportunity."

"You're too sweet to be on your knees, on that dirty floor. You deserve this." I responded, "Ghost, please be polite. This is Angelo. He's going to take care of you. I've got to go get some work done now." I placed my hands on either side of his face and kissed his forehead.

"I don't want you to leave." He muttered.

"You know I don't have a choice. I love you, and I promise he'll take care of you." I warmly smiled. Then I glanced at Angelo. "He'll warm up to you."

"I don't bite." Angelo reassured him.

Ghost hesitantly walked over to him. He sat down in the corner of the couch adjacent to the armchair Angelo was placed in. The two began to talk quietly. I really do think this is for the best. What I said about Angelo, I meant. He belongs somewhere like this. It is still in his nature to serve, but not in the way that Joy serves. Angelo has a beautiful smile and he finally has shown in now. He likes this job a lot, and I'm thinking about taking measures so he can keep it.

That is, if it wants to after having this position awhile. Ghost is a bit of a... Handful.

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I just realized both BabyGhost6 and I managed to cast Angelo in a babysitter role in our stories. Whoopsie. But, you babes should totally check out her story "Puppets" because it's Ghorror and fabulous. Also, if you haven't already seen me mention it 1985342085 times, I have a new story out! It's going to be very grungy and gory like Sanity. It's Ghorror, called The Devil Wears Prada. Go check it out on my account!