I'm not sure that this will be to everyone's taste, but if you don't like it don't read it. I was looking on line at some personal adds. Then I spotted one that started..... DirtyslutNo.3 Bad girl desperate for new owner. The gist was that a woman of twenty seven was looking for an older man to take her in hand. I liked the last line.... All accessories provided. I looked at the photos and although there was no full length ones, they were all bits of her, I could tell she was fairly tall long hair, nice sized tits and probably good looking from the bits of face. It intrigued me. I dropped her a line hoping that at forty one I was old enough for her. I had never experienced anything way out there, but had often wondered. I received her email in under an hour. All it read was DirtyslutNo.3 ring O7xxxxxxxxxxx. I rang the number. I told her who I was and she went silent. I asked questions and she answered. The conversation was all one way. As it was a Saturday, I asked where she lived and she gave me her address. I knew a nice coffee bar near there and instructed her that I would be there in an hour and to be there ready for me. I arrived there to see this woman wearing a dog collar. I asked her was DirtyslutNo.3 she replied yes sir. I asked did she want coffee and again she replied yes sir. I went to the bar to get the coffees. As I waited I mussed over why a good looking woman would debase herself with a dog collar. I returned with the coffees and set them down. She sat silently looking at the coffee. I told her to act normally and she picked up the coffee and took a sip. I soon discovered that behaving normally didn't include talking normally and had to instruct her to talk freely. Over coffee I learnt that her owner and trainer had passed away and she needed a new owner. It entailed living in and doing whatever she was instructed to do. She told me that the reason for being desperate was that she would be evicted from his house in two weeks time. I told her I would give her a trial. She replied, "You won't be sorry sir." I took her home and put her to work washing and ironing. I hate ironing. She was extremely happy to be put to work. Come bedtime I told her to go to my bedroom and get undressed and into bed. By the time I had locked up and got upstairs she was naked in bed. I discovered that she had to be told what I wanted. I told her to just do what she enjoyed. I got the best ever blow job. Then after I had recovered I fucked her from behind. L was loving this. Susan would do anything I wished. Next morning she was back in robot mode and I had to tell her to be herself. Over breakfast I asked her what her previous master liked doing with her. I discovered that he would swap Susan with other masters girls. He particularly liked the younger ones so Susan informed me. Then on the third Friday of each month he would take her to a club for Masters to compare and swap. She said that he always insisted in taking her home at the end of the evening. She said that some swapped for the night and some swapped permanently. I was more than a little shocked. She said that the club cost her owner £500 a year membership. Then she said that his membership card had three months left on it and was in his house. Later we collected the card and her clothes from his house. There was a handful of mail on the floor and I handed one that was addressed to Susan to her. It was a letter from a solicitor instructing her to attend the reading of the will. Back home I had her hoovering in the nude and doing other chores. I sat and read the card. It entitled the owner of the card to attend a monthly meeting of the so called Owners club. I had Susan sit with me and tell me about the club. She showed me the outfit her master made her wear to the club and I told her to put it on. It consisted of stockings, suspenders peep hole bra and crutchless panties. She said that the dog collar was mandatory and held it for me to put it on her. Then she handed me the lead that went with it. The accessories comprised of nipple clamps, tassels, a variety of gags, many blindfolds and various vibrators and dildos. She told me she particularly liked the duo eggs. I ended up fucking her dressed like that in the living room. I was intrigued with the club and told her that as the third Friday was that week we would be going. Susan told me that I had to wear a suite. As we arrived at the club I saw a man walking into the club with two women on leads and when she dawdled a little he gave her a small tug and she quickened her pace. The club was in an old warehouse. I clipped Susan's lead on and walked her to the door. To say I was nervous was an understatement. On entering the door the the man keeping door said good evening to Susan and she greeted him back calling him sir. The man scanned the card and welcomed us in. Susan had described the place for me but I was ill equipped for what I saw. The place was quite plush and there were women and girls all with leads on. Some were sat on the floor beside their owners, others were tethered to wall rings or in cages and two were in large cages suspended from the ceiling. they were completely naked and dancing to soft music. I had Susan sit beside me. I noticed that some girls had red or green rosettes on their collars and asked Susan what the meaning of them was. She explained that the red rosettes meant that the owner at that time could perform anal sex on them if he wished. The green ones meant that they were free and any owner could just go up and take her and do what he will with her. The ones without rosettes had to be bartered for and the terms agreed. I asked what her previous owner did with her. She told me that she rarely wore a rosette unless she had been naughty and then wore a green one. It wasn't long before a really old man with a young girl that couldn't be much more than nineteen or twenty asked if I would like to trade. She was very pretty, but too young for my liking. Then a man who had three girls was walking towards us I could see that Susan was positively shaking. When he spoke to me he i found him to be rude and although I though his women were gorgeous I refused a swap. As he walked away I asked Susan why she was shaking. She told me that he was a brute and beat her leaving a scar on her back. I had wondered where that came from. Then an elderly gentleman came and sat next to me and said hello to Susan. I could see her eyes light up. The gentleman asked was I interested in a swap. His woman was late twenties or early thirties and extremely sexy. I told the man I was new to this and how does it work. He told me that if I fancied a swap there were rooms at the far end of the unit that had beds in them and I could take his woman and he would take mine and do as you pleased with her. He told me that he had been with Susan many times and even at her masters house. I asked that his girl didn't have a rosette and that I knew what red and green meant, but what was her boundaries. He was quite open as he informed me everything up to anal and oral with a little light punishment. No whips paddles or canes, just hands he informed me. then he laughed and said I know Susan's limits. We agreed, shook hands and swapped leads. I had a great time with Jayden and fucked all her holes and had her suck my cock several times. As we swapped back Susan had a nice smile on her face. I was considering to leave when I saw that man, the one I didn't like from earlier. He was beating one of his three women and I do mean beating. It was way beyond just a bit of discipline and I told him to stop. As he turned he raised a fist to me and I had to defend myself and after blocking his punch I landed my own squarely on his nose. It knocked him off his feet. He got up looking even angrier and ran at me. He had blood running down his face. As he ran at me I side stepped him and help him by pushing him as he collided with the wall. He dropped to the floor crying like a baby. Two of the clubs heavy weights came running over as did the man that ran the club. I thought I was now in trouble. The owner stopped the big men telling them to get this bit of crap out of his club. fortunately the bit of crap was not men. they dragged him away and threw him out. The owner said they had been waiting for a reason to ban him and thanked me for coming to the girls aid. I picked up Susan's lead and started to walk towards the door. The owner called out to me, "You have forgotten something." As I turned back towards him he picked up the three girls leads and handed them to me. "I believe these are yours." he added, "You can't leave them here. It was a squeeze in my car. It was a good job that it wasn't far from home. Indoors I asked Susan what was I to do with three more women. She smiled and said enjoy them. We cleaned up Sophie and put her to bed with Janet in the spare bed. That left Susan, Sugar and I. It was tight in my bed that night, but fun. the next day I had to buy another double bed for the other spare room and make space for it. With all four women and I all at full time work we managed to buy a much bigger place. Every third Friday I chose two to take to the club. I have built up many friends through the club and have learnt an awful lot about how to treat and get the best from my girls. They are just happy to be kept nicely and safe with me. In between club nights we often have friends around and I share my girls as long as they are treated nicely, and of course I get to share their women. We have met several men and their ladies on site like yours, but the club still remains our biggest source of new and fun friends. Oh yes, the solicitors. It was an allowance for Susan for the rest of her life and all the sex toys and costumes in his house.