Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Saturday, May 31

Saturday morning, those with tattoos couldn't get their tattoos wet yet, no showers with Brent for Kayla and my Sarah. Brent hand washed every inch of my body and groped me thoroughly. After finishing packing, ready for the day, we carried our stuff down to the lower level by that door. We met up with the others on the main balcony for coffee as everyone finished getting ready. Getting close to 10:00 check out time, we were all packed, coolers, cases of wine, everything in the Jeeps or Rick's car. Hanzo's little car was packed full.

We left a note in the house that we're out of the house, and will pick up the cars after brunch. We walked down to the coffee shop. Amy waved at us as we all walked in the shop to order. The place was packed with a different, more touristy clientele. They all had their eyes on us. After ordering, we headed out to our tables. Another group of tourists watching our every move getting seated.

It took a little longer than normal, but Amy came out with the cart and our orders. She smiled, "Come see the naked waitress. The place is the busiest it's ever been." We laughed, I smiled, "The customers all look happy." After she left, we planned the drive. Gas at the edge of town, our stop at King City for gas and a break, then to our place.

After our walk back to the house, we got in our cars. My Sarah rode beside me with David and Stacy in the back. Kayla rode with Brent, with Kathy and Cheryl in the back. Zenra was with Hanzo, excited he was joining us for the summer. After quickly filling up, we hit the road.

Along the drive, David was on a website he found. It sounded like dark web stuff with all these ads for like swapping parties, orgies, BDSM, and weird personal ads. David asked, "Janice, would you like a slave?"

I asked, "They're selling slaves on that site?"

He shook his head, "Nothing on the site is illegal. These are women, and men, looking to be slaves of one sort or another. Some of them have pics." He paused, "Here's a young Latin looking woman, 'Slave, roof food, 14atCommerce SSF,' she's probably homeless, looks homeless, and no phone. Just a street corner."

He passed the phone up to me. I looked quickly, "That's sad. She's willing to be a slave just to get off the streets?"

As I handed the phone back, he nodded, "Probably undocumented willing to do most anything."

I shook my head, "Never been on a site like that before. Send me the link to that ad."

When we stopped in King City, the clerks in the convenience store grinned as all us naked women took over the store again taking turns in the restroom, browsing the aisles, sales stopped as the clerks and others in the store just stopped and watched us, took pics and videos, some selfies with us. After everyone was done with the restroom, we made our purchases and headed out.

Brent was done filling our Jeeps. I stopped him as he headed to the store and restroom. Holding up my phone, "When we get home, I want you to try and find her."

Brent looked at the ad, "A homeless woman that wants to be a slave?"

I looked at him, "Yeah, please? Find her?"

Brent nodded, "I'll try."

I sent him the link after getting back in my Jeep. After the guys returned, we were back on the road. Another couple hours and we pulled in the drive. Everyone started unloading the Jeeps, grabbing their stuff and to their cars. Everything else went in the cabin. Zenra started giving Hanzo the tour. David and Stacy, Rick and Barbie started making their way to their homes.

Brent entered that corner in his GPS. I gave him a long kiss, "Thank you." He headed to an industrial warehousing area of South San Francisco. Reaching the intersection, he made a right and parked along the curb. He got out and looked at the buildings. Older warehouses and asphalt on each corner. Brent stood by his truck looking this way and that, not seeing anyone.

He was patient, not wanting to let me down. After a couple hours He spotted a head peek out from behind a dumpster. She stared at Brent, sizing him up. Brent kept looking at her with a smile not wanting to spook her. After a few minutes, she pointed at herself. Brent grinned and nodded, not sure what to do next.

She came out from behind the dumpster, barefoot wearing a huge sweatshirt, and took a few steps towards Brent. Brent pulled up the ad on his phone and pointed it her way. Not that she could see the ad at that distance, but she understood. She walked across most the asphalt then stopped, "You want slave?" Brent walked up closer to her pulling up a pic of me. Pointing at my pic, "She wants you."

She walked up to Brent and looked up to him, "Mistress?" Brent nodded, "You have more clothes?"

She shook her head, "A man, he fuck me, steal my clothes to not report him." She held onto the sweatshirt, "From dumpster." Her hair was a mess and she was filthy.

Brent asked, "Undocumented?" She nodded. Brent asked, "How old are you?"

She replied, "Diecinueve."

Brent looked at her, "Nineteen?"

She nodded, "Yes, nine teen. They deport me now."

Brent looked at her, "Put that sweatshirt back in the dumpster, then you can come with me."

She looked at him, holding onto her sweatshirt, pointing at the dumpster. "Put this in dumpster?"

Brent nodded. She walked back to the dumpster and pulled the huge sweatshirt over her head and into the dumpster. Then she walked back barefoot naked. Even dirty, in need of some trimming or shaving, Brent admired her sexy slim Latina body. He held the door open for her. As she got in the passenger seat, Brent smiled, "I'm Brent."

She nodded putting on the seat belt, "Yes Master Brent, I'm Carmen."

Pulling away from the curb, to head back home, "Just Brent."

Brent called me, "I found her."

I was hesitantly excited, "Seriously? She's coming home with you?"

Brent, "Yeah, were about to the '101,' be there in a little while. Her name is Carmen. She looks like she's been through hell."

When I heard the driveway alarm, I headed out to the front porch. As they parked, Brent pointed at me, "That's Janice. You belong to her now."

I stepped off the porch as she walked towards me, then got on her knees, hands behind her head, chest out, "Mistress." I'm guessing she was required to do this before.

I indicated she stand, then looked her over. Beautiful but filthy, way too slim, probably starved, "Brent will take you to the shower, clean you up and shave you properly." She followed Brent, looking at all the naked women along the way, sizing up her situation. At the shower, Brent showed her the hair products to choose from. She started shampooing her hair as Brent started hand washing and groping every inch of her. Brent saw it, she smiled as he thoroughly washed her ass and pussy. After washing her, he gave her a complete shave job, her pussy now bald, She smiled again. "Thank you Master."

Brent shook his head, "Brent. Just Brent." They stepped out of the shower. I had a towel for each of them. After they dried off, I walked around the beautiful Carmen, back on her knees out of habit, inspecting her body, "Feel better?"

She nodded, "Much, thank you Mistress."

I asked, "You agree to be my slave and follow my every command?"

She nodded getting on her knees, "Yes Mistress. I belong to you,"

I added, "You stay here, you'll eat good, and you're safe here." I paused, "Anything I ask you to do?"

She nodded again, "Yes Mistress. Anything."

She looked surprised when I said, "Let's go make you something you eat. It's awhile until dinner."

She got up from her knees and followed me to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out the specialty salads and sandwich stuff, meats, lettuce, tomato and condiments. All on the counter with bread, she started making a sandwich plate. I asked as the plate filled, "When did you last eat?"

She looked down, "Tuesday, I think. I fuck a man for half his hamburger."

I put my hand on her ass, "Have all you want. You're starved." I lightly smacked her shapely ass to watch it jiggle, then grabbed her a cold water to drink.

She smiled, "Mistress, thank you."

She grabbed her plate and water, then followed me to the front porch for a private conversation. On her knees, the plate on the porch cocktail table. I put my hand on her ass, "You've done this before?'

She nodded and soon answered, "For motorcycle club, sex slave. Very mean, they beat me."

I sat back, "That won't happen here. No beatings."

She nodded, "Yes mistress."

I added, "Mostly you'll just be doing chores."

She smiled, "Yes Mistress. Chores."

I nodded, "Rules. First, no clothing, no footwear. Total nudity."

She nodded, "Yes Mistress."

I added, "No leaving the property and no stealing."

She nodded, "Yes Mistress. I never stole, never."

The driveway alarm went off. I said, "That means someone is coming." A UPS truck pulled up with my Sarah's porch bed swing. One mattress, a big box of swing parts, and a small box of installation parts. Then he was on his way.

Brent and my Sarah came out, ready to install the swinging bed. Sarah smiled at Carmen on her knees, "Hi, I'm Sarah. Welcome." Carmen smiled, not quite sure what to do, went back to her food. Brent came out with his tool kit. Then went back for a step ladder.

After she finished her food, I smacked Carmen's ass lightly grabbing a cheek, "Come, get the tour."

She nodded, "Yes Mistress."

My Sarah looked at her, then me. I smiled, "She's my slave. David found her for me on some shady BDSM swapping orgy website."

Carmen followed me in the house. I pointed out the sofa bed, "Kathy and Cheryl sleep on the sofa bed." Then to the guest room, "Sarah and Tracy sleep here." Then I pointed out the bathroom, laundry and pantry. Stopping at the round bed, "Zenra and Hanzo sleep here." I took her upstairs, "Kayla and I sleep with Brent here."

Carmen asked, "They are all naked. Sex slaves, escorts?"

I laughed, "Nothing like that. They're students at the university where I teach. We all choose to be naked. They all invite Brent to fuck them when they feel like it. You have sex when I command it."

She nodded, "Yes Mistress."

I smiled and grabbed her ass, "Who's ass is this?"

She answered, "Your ass Mistress."

I smiled grabbing her pussy, "Who owns this pussy?"

She replied, "Your pussy Mistress."

I snacked her ass, "We'll talk more out back. How about a glass of wine?"

She looked at me surprised, "Wine, yes Mistress."

We stopped in the kitchen and poured a couple glasses. Then I sat on a pool lounger. She got on her knees at the foot of the lounger, hands behind her head, chest out. She saw my confusion and explained, "Slaves don't use furniture. Assume the position."

I asked, "What was it like with the motorcycle guys?"

She looked down. "I wore a collar, chained to pole in clubhouse, always naked. Had bucket for toilet, my food in a dog bowl on floor. No spoon, Had to lick bowl clean, never washed. They all fuck me when they want, blow job same time. A lot of fucking. Yeah, lots of fucking, blow jobs."

I shook my head, "Won't be like that hear. Tomorrow we'll go to get your personal bathroom supplies, maybe hit a place for cosmetics."

She smiled, "Yes Mistress."

Brent came out and sat beside me, "Sarah's bed is hanging out on the porch. She's putting the bedding on it. It's pretty awesome." He paused, "Keeping your slave? Or back to the warehouse?"

She looked him, then me with pleading eyes. I smiled, "We've been going through rules. I think I'll keep her." I looked at her, "Brent would like a blow job. No mess."

She nodded, " Yes Mistress." Then she got on the lounger between his legs, getting his dick in her mouth. She worked at getting him hard quickly with her lips, sucking his dick. The harder it got, she stroked taking it all down her throat. She kept stroking, swallowing his dick, getting Brent to groan.

Soon he groaned deep and loud as he erupted with his entire dick deep in her throat. She gurgled and swallowed through shot after shot of hot cum and the final stream holding her breath. When he finished, she licked and sucked his dick clean. Then she returned to her knees, the position, in front of my lounger.

I smiled looking at Brent, "Yeah, I'm keeping her." I looked at her, "Enjoy your wine. You did great."

She nodded, "Thank you Mistress." She took a few sips of wine, and awaited my next command.

Brent asked, "Where will Carmen sleep?"

I replied, "For now, on the floor at the foot of our bed. Slaves don't use furniture. If she does good, she'll earn the use of a mat."

Carmen and I talked while Brent went to prep the grill and get dinner started. Kathy and Cheryl joined him to help. Tracy and Sarah set the table, and set aside extra plates and silverware for Zenra, Hanzo and the mysterious new guest, Carmen.

Dinner ready, everyone grabbed their plate. I pointed to the stack of three, "Carmen, get a plate, silverware." She smiled, "Yes Mistress." Brent put a grilled chicken breast on her plate. Tracy added roasted tiny red potatoes. Sarah added broccoli and yellow summer squash, her plate piled high. She got on her knees at the corner of the table, between me and Brent, her plate on the deck floor.

Tears flowed from her eyes, quietly saying, "A real hot dinner. Thank you Mistress."

I asked, "What were they feeding you at the motorcycle club?"

She replied, "Cans of dog food, cheap they could find, dog food."

That stunned everyone at the table. I asked, "For nearly three years?"

She nodded, "Yes Mistress." Then she enjoyed her dinner and using silverware. I explained everything, from the ad on the weird website David found for me. My sending Brent to find her, and how she is now my slave.

When we finished dinner, I told Carmen to "Clear the table, fill and run the dishwasher, clean both kitchens and the dining table spotless."

She replied, "Yes Mistress." She was up off her knees and got started right away. The girls no longer had kitchen cleanup duty. As she was busy, I went with the others to see my Sarah's swinging bed on the front porch. I had to admit, "Sarah, that's pretty damn awesome."

Sarah smiled, remembering a pic I took of her, "I won't have to kick the covers off to sleep cool out here."

I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed Carmen's ass, "Any questions?"

She smiled, "No Mistress. Got it." She looked into my eyes, "Thank you to rescuing me Mistress."

David called Brent. He asked, "Curious, did Janice do anything with that ad?"

Brent surprised him, "She sent me to find her. I did, but she'd been through hell, full of fear. It was a awhile before she showed herself. Long story short, she's here at the cabin. She's Janice's slave, only hers."

David was floored, "She actually took her a slave. I though once she got on the site, she might get interested in some of the orgy or swapping ads."

Brent snickered, "Orgy ads? I'll check those out. She loves just physically getting fucked, and fucked. Emotionless sex and being watched. Kayla would probably enjoy it too."

David replied, "If you decide to attend one, let us know. We'll join you."

Kathy and Cheryl found Brent and took him to the outdoor table. They bent over the table and spread their legs. Brent started working his dick in Kathy's pussy, short strokes getting longer as he worked his way in and her juices flowed.

I went back outside with Carmen as she started cleaning the outdoor kitchen and grill. I watched Brent taking Kathy at the table. I watched Hanzo gently fuck Zenra down on one of the loungers. I grabbed Carmen's ass, "I'll be by the pool when you finish."

She nodded, "Yes Mistress." I took my glass of wine to a lounger next to Zenra and Hanzo to watch them having sex, rubbing his back. After a bit, Carmen came back, got on her knees, in the position, at the foot of my lounger. I asked, "Do you have anything medical you need taken care of?"

She mentioned hesitantly, "A dentist visit Mistress. I had no toothbrush, three years."

I started getting up, "Come with me." We went to the pantry. I grabbed her a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, deodorant, "This will get you started until we shop tomorrow. Take that to the upstairs bathroom you'll be using with us."

She smiled, "Thank you Mistress."

I saw Brent was with Cheryl, and they were getting close to finishing. I stood behind Brent and started feeling of his ass as it clenched, as he was erupting shot after shot of hot cum deep in Cheryl. He followed me to my lounger sitting in the one next to me. He asked, "What are you going to do with your slave? Like long term?"

I was honest, "I'm not really sure. There's no way we're going to treat her like the last group she escaped from, or someone else may have if we hadn't gotten her first. She obviously has an identity problem, thinking all she was good for is a sex slave. I need to know more about being undocumented. Maybe there's a way to help her? If not, she's still better off being my slave than anything out there alone undocumented."

Carmen found us and took her position, on her knees, hands behind her head, chest out, at the foot of my lounger. She grinned, "Much better. Thank you Mistress."

I looked at her, "Let's change your position. Sit on the terrace. Okay, now bring your knees up to your chest, your feet," I motioned wide, "out wider than your hips, kinda beside your hips, now arms crossed, elbows on your knees. I got up to adjust her to my position when I sit on a desk, her pussy front and center. I asked, "Comfortable?"

She nodded, "Yes Mistress."

I smiled, "That's your position from now on. We're headed to the hot tub." Brent got up with me and we headed to the hot tub. Carmen followed and assumed her new position at the base of the hot tub steps, facing the hot tub. Hanzo and Zenra were using the double lounger. I assumed my position, bent over across them in the double lounger, arms and head on the edge of the tub, my legs spread in the footwell. It was time for animal sex.

Brent was quickly hard and worked his dick in with one firm stroke. The he started stroking firm and deep, slamming into me, Zenra and Hanzo watching. Zenra started playing with my nipple, teasing it. Brent, picking up the pace, my waves were building quickly. His groaning started as my moaning became louder and higher pitched. It wasn't long, his dick twitched. I was so ready, hit by an immense orgasm as he groaned deeply, exploding, blasting shot after shot of hot cum deep inside me.

We headed to the shower to rinse off. Carmen ran off for two new towels, then waited by the shower in her position.. When Brent turned off the water. Carmen handed Brent his towel, then she began gently drying me off, totally dry. I can get used to that. On the way in, she dropped the towels in the laundry, grabbed cold waters and ran up the stairs. After putting the waters on the nightstands, she came in the bathroom and peed. Then back out, taking her position facing the foot of the bed.

After Brent and I curled up together, she laid on the floor quietly. This may be the first sound night of sleep for her in who knows how long. After awhile, Kayla came up quietly, did her nighttime routine then quietly coming around to her side of Brent, she stopped to gently rub Carmen's ass cheeks, getting a feel. Carmen sighed with pleasure in her sleep. Then Kayla snuggled up tight with us.