While walking through the countryside, I came upon a slave,
Kneeling in a field near a freshly covered grave.
Her head was bowed in servitude, a tear coursed down her cheek,
She was whimpering and shuddering but not a word did speak.

A tender sight she was, this Slave, and how my heart did pound
As I watched her in her sorrow, kneeling there beside Death's mound.
So I stepped a little closer, I could clearly hear her sighs,
I was tempted to move closer still so I might see her eyes.

Her skin was white as ivory, her long hair, shiny black,
Her arms were smooth and tapered and she had a lovely back.
She had her hands behind her in a tight white-knuckled clasp,
Firmly bound in wrist-cuffs with a small padlock and hasp.

Her neck was long and graceful, her hair piled in a bun,
The buckle on her collar glimmered in the morning sun.
Her buttocks looked so round and firm, her hips did gently swell,
I thought how she was shaped just like a lovely living bell.

She was a thing of beauty, her lines they spoke of grace.
I walked then up beside her, that I might see her face.
My closeness to this naked Slave, began my heart to whirl,
I gasped when I discovered she was no more than a girl.

Her head stayed bowed, she sobbed and cried, the tears fell from her eyes,
They ran down to her nipples and they dripped onto her thighs.
Her breasts were small and delicate, their tips as pink as rose,
Her face was very child-like with freckles on her nose.

She did not see me next to her; I didn't make a sound,
I gazed with love and longing for this child-slave I'd found.
But how to interrupt her grief, and how to soothe her mind?
I hoped she would respond if I was courteous and kind.

I reached out for a strand of hair, which on her face was wild.
"There, there”, I said, with voice so soft, "It's alright now, my child.”
She raised her lids and looked at me; her eyes were violet-brown,
Her breath it came in choking sobs, she could not keep them down.

Her beauty and her innocence! Oh how my heart did pine,
I knew upon that instant that I had to make her mine.
I had to quell her sorrow, to help her mind to rest,
I put my arm around her and I drew her to my breast.

Her shaking stopped, her tears did cease, and likewise did her cries,
She tipped her head up toward me and she looked into my eyes.
"Oh Sir”, she cried, "I'm so alone, I need someone to guide me.
Sir Stephen will come after me, please take me home and hide me.
My Master's gone, my life is changed, please take me from this grave.
I promise I will be to you, a faithful, loving slave.”

My heart, I felt it briefly stop, and then increase its beat,
I rose and helped this child-slave to stand upon her feet.
I put my cloak about her and I led her from that place,
She looked back once, to say good-bye, a tear upon her face.

She started walking slow at first, and then a little faster.
"Slow down.” said I, with firm resolve. She said, "I'm sorry, Master.”
"How well she's trained, for one so young.” I thought then with a smile.
"She may look young and innocent, but here's a slave with style.”

We walked until we reached the hill upon which were my stables.
Beyond it loomed my country house with all its lofty gables.
"We're home, my Slave,” I spoke to her, my step became much faster,
She looked upon the house and grounds, and said, "It's lovely, Master.”

I went straight to my study, and took myself a seat,
I motioned for my Slave to come and kneel at my feet.
Her back was straight, her head bowed low, she kneeled in her place,
I saw a look of love and warmth beginning on her face.

"So tell me of Sir Stephen.” I spoke then with a frown.
A shudder rippled through her, she kept her eyes cast down.
"I'd rather die than be his Slave.” she said with quaking voice.
"My Master left me in his will. Sir Stephen was his choice.

He is so cruel to me.” she said, "I hate him without measure.
He yells and whips and beats me, and he never gives me pleasure.
I try to be obedient; I try to do what's right.
He whips my breasts until they bleed and leaves me tied all night.

He never, ever treats me well, never is he nice,
And when he does look at me, his eyes are cold as ice.
Whenever I think of him, my mind is filled with dread,
And I belong to him now, now that my Master's dead.”

"You're wrong, my Slave,” I spoke to her, "your Master is not dead.
You're kneeling now before him; please raise your pretty head.”
I looked into her eyes and smiled, my crop lay on my knee.
"Think no more of Sir Stephen. You now belong to me.”

"I'm sorry for the pain you feel because of this disaster,
And I can tell by looking that you truly loved your Master.
But I'm your Master now, my Slave; I'll love you without measure.
I'll give you quite a little pain, and quite a lot of pleasure.”

"And if you always serve me well, and do what I demand,
When my will is drawn up, you'll have this house and land.
My life's changed too, now that you're here, it will not be the same,
And now,” I said, "my pretty Slave, let me hear your name.”
She looked into my eyes awhile, and for the first time, smiled.
"I am your Slave, Amanda.” then spoke this lovely child.

"I have some questions for you, Slave, stand up and turn around.”
I quickly cut the lock off, with which her wrists were bound.
"Sit down, relax, be comfortable.” I gave my hand a wave,
"And tell me all there is to know about why you're a Slave.”

"About why I'm a Slave, Master?” she questioned with her voice.
"I've always been a Slave, Master, I never had a choice.
My Master put my collar on when I was just a child,
He told me it was mine for life.” and then she gently smiled.

"When you were just a child?” said I, "How old are you, my dear?”
She bowed her head and blushed a bit, "I'll be fourteen next year.”
"You're trained quite well for one so young.” I gave her hand a squeeze,
"You seem to know just how to act - exactly how to please.”

"Thank you, Master, I'll try hard, I want to serve you right,
I want to be a good Slave and bring you much delight.
And if I should displease you, or ever make you mad,
Please punish me severely, and tell me I was bad.”

I looked at my new child-slave; my heart was filled with pride.
I'd never been so happy and I think I almost cried.
"Come here, my Slave,” I took her hand, and hugged her to my chest,
I reached around between us, and gently squeezed her breast.

I heard her sigh; I felt her swoon, as she expressed her bliss,
I turned her face up toward mine, and drew her to my kiss.
She opened up, our tongues entwined, I felt myself grow hot,
My manhood thrust against my clothes, seeking out her spot.

I knew I had to take her then, though she be young or not.
I kissed her nipples with my lips, and they were hard and hot.
Her breasts, though small and delicate, responded to my touch,
Her smooth, round ass was sheer delight, it quivered in my clutch.

I swept her then up off her feet, and carried her to my bed,
I kissed her, every inch of her, from feet up to her head.
I touched her breasts, I stroked her hips, I kissed along her thigh,
And when I reached her sparse-haired mound, she shuddered with a sigh.

I got some thongs; I tied her up, spread-eagled on my bed,
And as I teased her firm young breasts, I looked at her and said,
"You are so very beautiful; I've got to have you now.”
But there was no mistaking when the worry crossed her brow.

"Oh Master, please,” she said to me. It took me by surprise,
I looked and saw the anguish that had settled in her eyes.
She tried to speak; she closed her eyes, and shivered like she's cold,
And then she said, "My Master, -he was very, very old...
He never did what you would do; he never had the will...”
She then said, "Please be gentle. I am a virgin still.”

I sat down stunned, I could not speak, my heart began to race,
I read fear and confusion that was written on her face.
I had to reach up to my eyes and wipe away my tears,
I've never felt such tenderness in all my living years.

I wanted sweet Amanda, but not now, not like this.
I leaned until our lips met and I gave a gentle kiss.
"Please forgive your Master, Slave.” I said, "I did not know.
I would not ever hurt you, Slave; God knows I love you so.”

"Your body is so beautiful, and how it does entice,
I'll play with you this evening, Slave, and it will feel nice.
But soon I'll take you to my bed and have your virgin treasure,
And I will give to you, my Slave, a whole new world of pleasure.”

"You are so kind, my Master.” She thanked me with her eyes,
I looked down at her tiny frame, and watched her bosom rise.
I touched her breasts, I cupped them hard, I nibbled on their tips,
I watched her as her eyes closed, and her tongue came to her lips.

I kissed and sucked and teased her breasts until she moaned with pleasure,
And then I kissed her, down, until my mouth was on her treasure.
I ran my tongue across her mound, and up and down her slit,
I spread her lips and with my tongue, I lightly teased her clit.

Her hips they thrashed, her muscles tensed, her eyes began to roll,
And then she moaned, unlike before, it came from in her soul.
The pleasure I was giving drove my Slave toward her release,
I stopped right then, determined that my Slave would have no peace.

"Oh Master, Master, please don't stop!” her eyes they ceased to flutter,
Her juices flowed out from her womb, like hot and creamy butter.
Her nipples, they were hot and pink, they poked up toward the ceiling,
Her mind was dazed, her loins were warm, her body filled with feeling.

She'd never had this done before and this I quickly guessed.
To be the first to taste her made me feel like I'd been blessed.
I could not wait until the time when I would take her treasure,
And open up the floodgates of her undiscovered pleasure.

But first I had to humble her; I reached up on my shelf,
And grabbed my cat and crop and clamps, I had to please myself.
Her nipples soon were tightly clamped; my crop was on her thighs,
I knew I wasn't hurting her, and yet, I heard her cries.

"Oh thank you, Master,” then she spoke, "I needed this so badly.”
And then she looked into my eyes, and said to me quite sadly:
"I never knew, I wasn't told, I didn't really see,
Until this moment, here with you, just what a Slave should be.
My body's yours, my pain is mine, I'll never leave you, never.
I love you, Master, very much. Please keep me here forever.”

She told me of her Master's house, and how she used to live.
She said he gave her everything there was for him to give.
He treated her with kindness till he went into his grave,
She never understood though why he always called her "Slave”.

She always was obedient, she always was polite,
She followed rules and did his bidding, morning until night.
Just like a faithful daughter, nothing more and nothing less,
And why her Master called her Slave was more than she could guess.

There seemed to be no purpose, no direction, no reward,
Although she served him faithfully, often she was bored.
Constant pain and punishment she felt she did deserve,
She'd wished her Master did agree and this way make her serve.

Sir Stephen's frequent punishments were all she ever had,
But he was cruel and heartless and he often hurt her bad.
There was no love between them, no friendship, only pain,
She hated him and hoped she'd never see his face again.

But now her life was changing, her excitement drove her wild,
And she knew with her new Master, she'd no longer be a child.
Her happiness fulfilled her and she thanked the stars above,
At last, with her new Master, she could bear her pain for love.

I sat and listened to my Slave, while she recalled her story,
I pinched myself -that she was there, all in her naked glory.
She pledged herself to me tonight, her body and her soul!
She says to suffer for my love is what will make her whole.

She seems so young and innocent, and yet she knows her mind,
She'll let me have my way with her, as long as I am kind.
I have a million fantasies to share with my new slave,
"I'll start right now,” I thought, "and see how well she can behave.”

I cut the thongs which spread her legs; I bound her feet together,
I pulled her feet above her head, and tied them to a tether.
I lifted up her smooth young ass, and laid it on a pillow,
I took my implement in hand, a seasoned switch of willow.

"Now Slave, your lessons will begin.” (silence) whhhht! "Yes Master!”
"Next time I hope that you will answer me a little faster!”
"I'm sorry, Master.” said my Slave, with love she couldn't hide,
I watched a pretty, long red welt appear on her backside.

"Now I'm going to use this switch upon my pretty Slave”
Said I, "and this is what you'll get when you do not behave.”
I let the switch cut twenty times, until I heard her cries,
I put it down and kissed the welts upon her ass and thighs.
"Oh thank you, thank you, Master,” I heard my young Slave say,
"I've never been so happy. My life begins today.”

I trained my young Slave every day, I used my repertoire,
After ten delightful days her training had come far.
She found out how I used my ropes, she learned about my tether,
She intimately came to know how fond I am of leather.

She grew to love my paddles, my clamps and riding crop,
And when I used my little "cat”, she begged me not to stop.
Although I have had many slaves, I've searched my mind in vain,
I've never before known a Slave so much in love with pain.

The more I whipped, the more she begged, the more I would give in.
Afterwards I'd use my hands to soothe her aching skin.
Amanda, she was ready now, to bridge that final chasm,
My little Slave had never even had her first orgasm.

At first I gave her only pain, I soothed it with my touch,
I brought her pleasure frequently, but never very much.
I thrilled her with electric toys, I keep upon my shelf,
But warned her very sternly that she mustn't touch herself.

I had my own strong reasons, to draw it out this way,
To save her first orgasm for her most important day.
Tomorrow I will take my Slave, I've planned it out, quite clever,
And I will take her maidenhead and she'll be mine forever.

I bathed my Slave, I did her nails, I curled and puffed her hair,
I took her shopping and she picked a babydoll to wear.
I took her home, she went to change, I sat and smoked my pipe,
She entered in her babydoll; she looked so young and ripe.

"Amanda, dear,” I said to her, "The time has come at last,
To make a woman out of you and shed your lonely past.
But first you must become my Slave; I've planned a small surprise,”
And as I showed the rings to her, a smile lit her eyes.

"What pretty earrings, Master!” Her voice was full of fun.
"I've always wished my ears were pierced and now I'll have it done.”
"I'm sorry, Slave,” I said to her. I took her by the hand,
"These rings are not meant for your ears, try to understand.”

Her smile left, a frown appeared, she looked a bit confused.
"But Master, if they're not for ears, how else can they be used?”
"You'll wear these rings, my darling Slave, because they come from me,
"You'll be so proud and happy you'll want everyone to see.”

I gently pulled her nightie off, caressed and kissed her nipples,
Her breath grew short; it came in gasps, and sent out body ripples.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her nipples stiff and hard,
The next words that I spoke to her, caught her off her guard.
She opened up her eyes, and stiffened, when she heard me say,
"I'm going to pierce your nipples, Slave.” She fainted dead away.

"Oh Master, please don't do this, it's going to hurt, I know,
I don't think I can stand the pain, although I love you so.
My breasts are young and tender; they're not full-grown yet,
Oh Master, please!” I looked, and saw her brow was full of sweat.

"When Sir Stephen made them bleed, he used a piece of cane,
It was the worst I ever felt, I nearly died from pain.
I don't mind when you use your clamps, I like a gentle whip,
But Master, please have mercy!” I saw her bite her lip.

"You have a choice, Amanda, shut up and be my Slave,
Or else I'll leave you, as I found you, at your Master's grave.
I won't put up with insolence; you'll do as I command,
The pain is brief and fleeting. Now let me have your hand.”

I led her to an attic space, high in the central gable,
I had her get up on a custom, leather-padded table.
I took her panties from her, and laid her on her back,
I put some straps around her limbs and tightened up the slack.

"Now, Slave,” I said, "please look around this small unfurnished room,
You're lying in your place of birth, and also in your tomb.
Slave Amanda will be born, her life begins this night,
The little girl you've always been will vanish from our sight.”

I must have been quite eloquent; my young slave shed a tear.
By the smile upon her face, I knew she'd lost her fear.
I brought a silver tray in with my implements and things,
Needles, clamps and alcohol, and two small golden rings.

I put my hand upon her breast and clasped the tender part,
I washed it well with alcohol, and I could feel her heart.
I worked her nipples till they grew, all hard, alive with feeling,
I used the clamps to draw them out, and hooked them to the ceiling.

The nipples on her round young breasts, were thus, so far extended,
They looked a lot like ice cream cones, which someone had up-ended.
I took the needle from the bowl, and held it to the light.
My Slave observed me and she started quivering with fright.

I moved the needle toward her breast, and when it touched her nipple,
I felt her muscles all grow tense, I saw her belly ripple.
I firmly held her nipple while I forced the needle through,
And when I had removed it, her blood beaded up like dew.

I grasped the other nipple, and soon it matched its mate,
And when I put the rings through, she knew I'd sealed her fate.
She was so brave and wonderful; she never made a sound,
Then and there, I thanked the Lord for this young Slave I'd found.
"Now, Amanda, you're my Slave, I know you've suffered some,
You now deserve some pleasure; the best is yet to come.”

I left her as I'd pierced her; I didn't change a thing,
Each nipple still was firmly clamped, just above the ring.
I knew her breasts were hurting her; her eyes were full of tears,
But she could bear her pain just like a slave beyond her years.

I knew she wasn't happy, but then, how could she be?
The pain that she was going through was obvious to see.
But now's the time to take her pain, and add to it, her pleasure,
I bent my head, and with my lips, I kissed her virgin treasure.

"Oh Master!” soon I heard her say, and then she deeply sighed,
I put my tongue against her slit, and worked it deep inside.
My tongue came to her maidenhead, I pierced it with the tip,
A moan escaped from in her soul, she bit down on her lip.

I made her pussy come alive, as much as I was able,
Her cream gushed out and dribbled down onto the leather table.
Her clitoris grew stiff and hot, she tried to raise her hips,
Her climax was approaching, drool ran from her lips.

I quickly took my clothing off, and climbed between her knees,
I put my cockhead to her slit and jiggled it to tease.
I knew my Slave was ready now to take the final plunge,
I gathered up my thoughts before I made my final lunge.

Clamps are very funny things, they hurt when you apply them,
But the pain diminishes the longer you deny them.
If you leave them long enough, the pain grows dull and cold,
Very quickly pull them off; the pain becomes ten-fold.

I marveled at her tortured breasts, I touched her brand new rings,
I worked my torso in between the clamp-retaining strings.
I put my manhood to her lips and worked the head inside,
I looked and saw her smiling up, her eyes were open wide.

I worked my penis 'round in her, I kissed her on the lips,
I reached and loosed the buckle that was holding down her hips.
I crushed her lips, our tongues entwined; my Slave began to groan,
I raised my hips; I plunged ahead, burying my bone.

I felt her tissues rip away, her pussy gripped me tight,
A scream came up from deep inside, shattering the night.
"Oh Master, you are killing me. Oh please, I'm going to die!”
I stopped when I was deep inside, her scream became a sigh.

I felt her pussy squeezing back; she gripped me with her thighs,
In moments, she was bucking up, emitting little cries.
"Oh Master, this is wonderful! I think I might explode!”
And I was on the edge myself, about to shoot my load.
I fucked her then, with all my might, I gave it to her hard,
And as she reached her first climax, I caught her off her guard...

I pushed myself up off her, and got up on my knees,
The clamps were jerked off by my arms. I gave her breasts a squeeze.
She screamed like bloody murder, the tears ran down her face,
The climax that she'd almost reached left without a trace.

I bent to lick her pussy then, I gave her clit a nip,
My finger reached up to her breast and lightly soothed the tip.
I ran my tongue around in her, her pleasure all came back,
A fresh new load of hot love-juice, dribbled from her crack.

"Oh Master, this is beautiful, I've never felt like this,
All the pleasure and the pain, I've never felt such bliss!
Oh fuck me, Master, fuck me. I'm going to lose my mind,
I need you back inside me. Oh Master, please be kind!”

I slid my penis into her, her tightness really chokes,
I worked it in and out of her with long and gentle strokes.
We reached a rhythm very soon, each time she came to meet me,
I felt her rising very fast; I thought maybe she'd beat me.

As she balanced on the edge, her muscles gripped me tight,
We'd reached that place together; I no longer had to fight.
We both fell off together; we tumbled down through space,
The next thing I remember was the smile on her face.

For quite some time we lay there, locked in love's embrace,
She had a look of absolute contentment on her face.
"Was it good for you, my Slave?” suddenly I asked her,
"Yes, it was so wonderful, my body tingles, Master.”

"Oh Master, I'm a woman now, and that means many things,
And Master, I'm your Slave for life! Thank you for your rings.
Master, you have made me happy, more than I deserve,
I love you more than anyone; it's you I'll always serve.”

I rose up off my darling Slave, and then I turned, and paused,
I gazed at her young body and the carnage I had caused.
Once pink nipples, red and swollen, caked with blood that dried,
A single trickle crossed her breast and ran along her side.

My slave still lay before me, spread-eagled, firmly tied,
Her wrists were bound above her head, her legs spread open wide.
Her sex was red and swollen, with wet and matted hair,
On her lips and thighs and ass, blood was everywhere.

I bent and started eating like a cow chews on her cud,
I lapped up all our juices, and all her virgin blood.
She started moaning audibly, I stuffed her with my thumb,
I licked her little clitoris, allowing her to come.
Her body shook convulsively and she began to cry,
"Oh thank you, darling Master, I'm so happy I could die!”

I then untied my sweet young Slave and helped her to the floor,
She leaned on me, unsteadily, as we walked through the door.
I took her to my bathing room; I drew a nice hot bath,
And as we settled in the tub, we both began to laugh.

I gently washed her injured breasts, I handled them with care.
I washed her thighs and pussy and her little mound of hair.
When I'd dried and powdered her, I led her to the mirrors,
She saw the rings, then, in her breasts, her eyes were glazed with tears.

"Oh, Master, Master, you were right, they make me very proud!
They make me want to show them off, and dance and sing out loud.”
Suddenly, her smile left, she dropped down on her knees,
"I'm sorry I spoke out of turn. Whip me Master, please.”

And that's the way it's always been, I have the perfect Slave.
Every time I take her out, my fellow Master's rave.
I've been offered millions; I wouldn't take the Earth,
There is no man alive who knows how much my Slave is worth.

And so that is the story, of how I found my Slave,
And took her from her loneliness, beside her Master's grave,
And made of her a woman, and pierced her with my rings,
But that is not our whole life, there are many other things.

I taught my young Slave everything, and she was quick to learn,
My love for her grew everyday, she loved me in return.
At fourteen years, my heart was sure; I took her for my wife,
At fifteen years she gave to me, another Slave for life.

The girl looked like her mother; it was difficult to hide,
But even more important, they were both alike inside.
They had the gift of servitude; they shared their love of pain,
My daughter's song, if it is sung, would sound like a refrain.

She grew up fast, she learned to serve, she loved to play the game,
And since she earned her rings last year, my life's not been the same.
I use my Slaves together; it is ever so much fun,
But from the things she says to me, I think we've just begun.

Although she is a full-fledged Slave, and has her set of rings,
She feels she is ready now for lots of other things.
Last night she asked me to relieve her of her virgin treasure,
So she can join her Master and her Mother/Slave in pleasure.

We talked about it, we agree, her time has come, at last,
It will make our future even more fun than our past.
A second-generation Slave! I am a lucky Master!
But, the little minx has plans, nothing can get past her.
She boldly said to me last night, "Master. all I crave,
Is to give to you for training, one more little Slave.”