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Confidently, you stride towards your basement, assured in your own power.
You know that you, and only you, rule this castle you call your home.
Today, you have recieved word from your very well paid servant that he has
acquired a new one from the flesh brokers. Jared's tastes are always
exquisite, and he has yet to disappoint your expectations.
You are dressed as the traditional Dom, with skin-tight leather boots that
lace up to your upper thighs, red leather panties, a tight leather bustier,
and your hair pulled back into a simple ponytail. Don't want to dress *too*
nicely for the scum.
You pause at the doorway, steeling yourself for what lies ahead. A new
slave, a new conquest. Your only hope is that this one is far better than
the last one, who eagerly and willingly did everything she was asked. Far
too easy.
Looking over at the table, you see the girl's medical documents. Smiling
at Jared's usual thoroughness, you decide to reward him again, even as you
page through the documents.
"Hmm," you murmur. "A virgin? Interesting. Strong upper body, legs need
a little work. According to psych eval, she's never done more than kiss.
Believes in God, and family."
You smile vindictively to yourself. You know exactly how the flesh brokers
acquired the girl in the first place.
Setting the folder to the side, you step calmly into the large
basement-turned-dungeon. Looking around, you can see that all is in it's
place. There is the rack, over there the St. Anthony's Cross. Lining the
walls are racks of tools, and there, in the corner, is the blowtorch, in
case you're in the mood to do a little permanent marking using red-hot
steel.
Looking to your left, you see the shower stall, the door still closed. You
allow yourself to smile broadly, knowing that Jared's idea was a sound one.
Striding over, your boots ringing out wityh a staccato clicking, you open
the stall door, revealing a young woman of perhaps seventeen years within.
She is shackled upright, her wrists and ankles bound securely to hooks in
the walls. She wears only a pair of panties,a ball gag, and a light sheen
of water from her forced shower. She looks at you, relief flooding her eyes
as tears leak out.
You smile evilly, saying, "Slave. You are here as my property. Your
family owed a great deal of money to some very bad men, and you were taken
in lieu of that debt to be sold off onto the black market for medical
organs. Your death certificate has already been signed, and you are dead,
so far as anyone is concerned."
You attach the spreader bars to her bound hands and feet, still speaking in
your authoritative tone. "You now belong to me, slave. This basement is
now your only existence, and I am the ruler of yoyr existence. Slave is
your name; whatever name you once possessed is now dead. If you do not
respond to slave, I will remind you who rescued you from certain death and
dismemberment. I own you, and you are my property. I will do with you as I
please, and you will obey my every whim. Do you understand, slave?"
The girl shudders, tears coursing down her cheeks. She shakes her head in
denial, trying to voice an objection through the gag.
Frowning, you grab her long, golden hair, yanking her gaze up to meet your
own. "You are not permitted any other option, slave. You no longer have
the freedom of choice. You are mine, for now in body. The mind and soul
will come in time. Either that, or you join the rejects in their fate."
You see the question in the girl's eyes, but you merely smile, keeping
silent as you unbind her wrists and ankles. Stepping back, you motion the
girl to follow you.
Slowly, jerkily, the girl follows, her steps heavily restricted by the
two-foot spreader bar attached to her ankles. You watch her hobble out,
pleased at her weakness; the two hours suspended by her appendages worked
well to tire her limbs.
You grab the spreader bar on her arms, leading her over to a hard wooden
chair. You push her down, and she gratefully sinks down to rest her
screaming muscles.
"Slave," you begin, "you will learn to follow orders. Your first order is
that you will *always* address me as Mistress, with the highest tone of
respect. I saved your worthless existence, and I own you and care for you.
So long as you follow the rules, you will be fed, clothed, and be treated
well. The man who bought you for me, Jared, has earned his own freedom, but
he decided to stay on as my personal retainer with full pay and benefits."
You begin to pace back and forth, outlining your points as your heels
accentuate your words. "Here are the rules, slave. I will, in time, teach
you proper actions on command, certain postures, and get you into better
physical condition than you've ever been in. You will learn all of these
things in time.
"Next, you will obey every order given to you by me. Obey instantly, and
without question. If I hand you a shotgun and tell you to put the barrel in
your mouth and pull the trigger, I will expect you to have done so within
three seconds.
"Next, you will keep yourself in good physical health and grooming. If you
get sick, you will recieve medical care, but if you let your condition
lapse, or deliberately neglect yourself, you will be punished with something
appropriate.
"I do not expect all of this overnight, but so long as you are working
towards learning these things, I will be inclined towards leniency. Do you
know how to read, slave?"
The girl nods, clearly still fairly exhausted, but recovering. Perfectly
as planned. Jared was a genius, as always. His breaking tactics were
flawless.
"Now, we will proceed with the first lesson, slave. Stand."
The girl slowly rises to her feet, and you easily take into account that
this is indeed her best effort, considering her state. But she makes it to
her feet, her self-pride evident in her eyes.
You almost break into a smile at that, knowing that this one would be a lot
of fun in the breaking.
"Slave, you will begin by getting on your knees and polishing my boots with
your tongue."
This was the most basic of excercises, and one designed for the most
humiliation for the least effort. The girl gets on her knees slowly,
lowering her head to your shiny red boots. She gets a mere inch from them,
then pauses, finally turing her head aside.
You reach over grabbing up the riding crop. Bringing it down hard on the
girl's ass, your hear the sharp POP of contact, and calmly ask, "Was that a
refusal, slave?"
The girl shudders, then extends her tongue slowly, hesitantly. Finally,
you feel the pressure of her tongue through the skin-thin leather, and she
slowly drags her tongue along the length of your boot, and you know that the
freshly applied polish is collecting on her tongue.
"Enough slave." The girl leans back a little, a slight grimace of distatse
on her face. You know that you will do far worse than that in the future.
"Slave, for a while, you will crawl on your hands and knees until I say.
Do you understand?"
The slave nods, still looking at the floor.
"Follow me, slave."
You walk over to where the toys are kept, and you can hear the girl
shuffling along behind you, the bars scraping on the floor.
These toys are the toys normally found in an average toy store. Dongs,
vibes, feathers, and so forth. You pick up a feather, and say, "Slave, you
performed an adequate in cleansing my boot for you first time. As I
mentioned, there are punishments, but there are also rewards. Lie on your
back."
The girl rolls over, putting her hands over her head. You run the feather
across her face, and the girl sighs at the gentle contact.
You run the feather across her neck, tracing tiny circles as you go, and
then down to her breasts. You can see her nipples harden slightly, and you
can barely keep yourself from smiling; the girl is subconsciously adapting
herself to this.
You run the feather over the girl's taught belly, and you hear a snort as
the girl twitches, trying not to writhe. You stop, asking, "Ticklish,
slave?" She nods, and you reply with, "Alright, slave. I won't tickle you
just yet."
You put up the feather, and say, "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it slave?"
She shakes her head. "Do you yet understand the consequences of both
obedience and disobedience?"
The girl hesitantly nods her head, and you say, "I understand, slave. You
are aware, but not fully. Don't worry; this day will show you all of them.
And if you are very good, it will mostly be the rewards."
You step over the girl's prone body, reaching over for the somewhat nastier
toys. Then you consider something that you hadn't before.
"Slave, stand for a moment."
She does, slowly. You walk over holding a sharp knife in your hands. The
girl recoils in fear, and you spit out, "Oh, relax. I'm not going to cut
you, slave."
Reaching out, you grab the slave's panties, and slit the sides. Instantly,
the fabric falls away, revealing that Jared had already had the girl shaven.
You kneel down, spreading the girl's lips, and push a finger slowly inside
of her.
Yes, there it is. The girl's maidenhead. 'Very sweet,' you think to
yourself. 'I will be this one's first. In time, she will either hate me or
love me for this. And I don't think I really care which.'
You withdraw your finger, and the girl shudders. Standing, you ask, "So,
you're a virgin?" She nods, tears in her eyes. "And you've never known the
touch of a woman before this day?"
She shakes her head, a tear now flowing down her cheek.
"Don't worry, slave," you say gently. "I remember what it was to be a
virgin. I will be gentle if you deserve it."
Gratitude shines in the girl's eyes, and you walk over to the phone.
Dialling a very familiar number, you wait.
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Jared, did you do *all* of the standards for the new one?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"She's not wet yet!" you hiss.
"How very odd. I used the normal dosage on her. It may be that the girl
has a resistance to the compound, or that it simply takes longer."
You sigh. "You're right, Jared. By the way, you've done excellent work."
"I live but to serve, Ma'am."
"Any problems with the others?"
"Not really. A few minor squabbles, but easily remedied."
"Good. I'll be down here for most of the day; see to it that I'm not
disturbed."
"Shall I have the box prepared?"
"No, I don't think that'll be necessary. Either she breaks, or she is
broken. Either way, the box is unneccessary."
"Very well. I shall see to it that you are undisturbed. Good day."
"Good day, Jared."
You hand up the phone, rubbing your fingers together. Usually, with a
brand new slave, a certain combination of drugs was administered to make a
slave incredibly aroused. This time, however, the drugs weren't working,
and the girl was bone dry even after two hours.
Walking to where the girl was standing, you say, "Alright, slave. I will
remove the bars on your legs. If you attempt to run, or try and kick me, I
will to horrible things to you. Do you understand?"
The girl nods, the fear in her eyes evidence that you had spoken her
thoughts. Leaning down, you unshackle her legs, massaging the ankles where
the girl had yet to learn how to move in them.
Grabbing up a new pair of panties and a pair of micro-vibes, you say,
"Slave, I am going to put these within you. I will not pierce your
maidenhead, but you will have these inside of you. Do you understand?"
She nods, fear welling up in her eyes.
You smear a little lube on both of the quarter-inch thick vibes. The first
vibe goes in the girl's virgin ass, and it's a tight fit, as you can't
afford to force it in just yet; that degree of pain would be
counter-productive at this point. But it slowly slides in the girl as she
somehow manages to relax her anal sphincter.
Next comes the vaginal. Working slowly, you work the vibe in the girl,
working carefully around her maidenhed so that it doesn't break; that will
be for later.
Finally, you slip the panties onto the girl, and the panties hold the twin
vibes in place as you turn them on low.
The girl spasms a little at the new sensations, blinking in confusion at
the pleasures only now beginning to course through her flesh.
"Now slave, you will take those hands of yours and pleasure my breasts with
them."
Hesitantly, she raises her bound hands to your chest, and gingerly begis
touching the leather of your top. You can't quite feel the girl's touch,
it's so light.
"Harder, slave," you grit out, annoyance in your speech.
She flinches, but increases the pressure. You can feel you nipples
engorging with blood as she massages your pert mounds, and you can feel your
lower parts beginning to moisten.
Reaching down, you undo the clasps on the bustier, allowing it to fall away
from your chest. The girl cringes at your nudity, but bravely reaches back
out, finally cupping your breastwith one hand. She does her best, using one
hand at a time, and she has a very light touch, light enough to really
arouse your sensitive breasts.
"Very nice,slave,"you moan. "Would you like to use your mouth on them,
slave?"
Her eyes widen,and you can see the tearing in her eyes. One part of her is
ridden with lust, wanting to do anything for pleasure. The rest is fear,
loathing, and disgust at the touch of another woman.
Finally, she shakes her head, fear ruling out.
Sighing, you step away from her deft touch, saying, "That's unfortunate,
slave. You would've been ungagged for that."
Her shoulders slump, and her gaze meets the ground in near-defeat at your
words. You smile, then unclip the sides of her new panties, and the
micro-vibes slide out of the girl's orifices, one now glistening with
natural lubrication.
"I see that you're finally aroused, slave,"you comment, amusement filling
your voice. "I'll have to see if I can make use of that...
"But in the meanrime, I have other plans for you, slave."
You reach out, taking the girl's ball gag out. She works her jaw, and then
swallows, trying to get a little moisture back in her mouth.
"Hands and knees, slave."
She drops,still working her jaw. She looks up at you, and asks, "W-w-what
do you want?"
SCHWACK! The riding crop comes down on the girl's shoulders, leaving a
long red welt. "You will address me as Mistress, slave!"
Her head hits the floor as she tries not to scream at the burning pain.
"Y-y-yes, mistress."
"Now, what was the question, slave?"
"What do you want, mistress?"
You reach down, pulling the girl's head up by her hair to look her in the
eyes. "Total and complete submission, slave. I want to be your goddess.
Mind, body, and soul. Can you give me that, slave?"
"I-I-I don't know... Mistress."
You let that hesitaiton slip for the moment. "You will, slave. One way or
another. For now..."
You stand up, and then walk over to your usual chair, pulling your panties
off on the way. Relaxing into it's softness, you order, "Slave, crawl over
here."
The girl does, and it takes her a minute to get to your spot. "Slave, you
will taste my love for you. Eat me!"
The girl's head lowers to your groin, and her tongue slowly eases out,
lightly touching your mons. And then it slurps back in, and the girl turns
her head.
PAK! Your hand bounces off the girl's cheek, and she sprawls onto the
floor from your backhand as you scream, "Damn you! I grant you one of the
highest pleasures, and this is how you thank me?!?! Get back up here, you
little whore!"
Slowly, she gets to her knees, looking up at you. Now you see real fear in
her eyes, as she eyes the long, hand-made cane in your hands. "Now, put
your mouth there and suck, you little bitch. If you don't, I will be very
cruel to you."
Inexpertly, she puts her mouth to your groin, in the precise spot that
you'd hoped. You feel suction, and almostdo you give in to the beginning
pleasures that the girl's mouth is creating. But you steel your resolve;
the little bitch must be punished for her transgression!
Grabbing the girl's head with both hands, you shove her mouth into your
cunt, releasing your bladder at the same time. Her eyes grow wide, and she
fights you viciously, but she can get no purchase on the smoothed concrete
floor as you fill her mouth with urine.
"Swallow, slave. You don't want to drown,do you?"
The girl nearly breaks down in a faint, but her instincts take over, and
you can feel the suction from frantic swallowing as she devours your waste.
Finally, you run out, and you realease the girl's head. She drops to the
floor, coughing and gagging, trying not to vomit.
You stand, saying, "That is another punishment, slave. I truly hope that I
will not have to repeat this lesson."
The girl's eyes grow frantic, and the color in her face changes. You
easily recognize the symptoms, and you pull out a wastebasket, placing it
under the girl's face as she finally gives up control and the gag reflex
kicks in.
Gently, you hold her hair as she vomits, storking it with kind fingers.
Finally, she stops, drawing in ragged, sharp breaths, tears streaming down
her face.
You wipe the tears away with your thumb, whispering, "Don't cry, slave.
You truly have nothing to fear here. You will be cared for, provided for,
loved even. And all you need do is obey. Obey, and the pain, the suffering
will stop, and I will love you, and revere you. That is all."
"I don't know how," she whispers, still weeping bitterly.
"I know you don't, slave. That is why I must teach you, and show you how I
can love you if you allow me."
You produce a glass of water, and the girl eagerly rinses out her mouth,
and then takes a long drink.
You release the girl's head, pulling the trash can away from her face.
She's still panting, but she's coherent, at least; the punishment hasn't
quite addled her mind, like it has to others before her.
"Now, you may stand slave."
She gets to her feet, still unsteady. Not surprising, considering her
exhaustion and the vomiting. But she's there, looking you in the eye. Now,
you do not see fear, but rather an odd expectancy.
"Come over here, slave. I have something for you."
She walks over to where the rack is slowly, a little fear blossoming in her
eyes.
"You've been sufficiently punished for that particular transgression,
slave," you tiredly say, mentally noting how emotionally draining the
process was this time around; the girl must be something special for you to
have to work this hard. "For the moment, today you will truly become a
woman, and I will transform you. Will that be acceptable, slave?"
She hesitantly nods, wondering what you're about to do.
You hand her a contraption. She takes it, looking it over curiously. Then
she nearly drops it, realizing that it's a strap-on dildo!
"That's right, slave. *I* will be your first lover. Now, strap it on me,
slave. I want you to be an active participant in this."
The girl kneels, her mind working on how it goes on you. Finally, she
slips the silk over your mons, buckling the straps around your hips. The
tip of the nine-inch artificial penis nearly pokes her in the eye, but she
fearfully avoids it, finally standing.
You give her a little smile. "Actually, you need to be on your knees,
slave. You need to get it wet; we don't want your first time to be dry, do
we? Something might get torn."
The girl swallows heavily, but bravely gets back to her knees. Taking the
shaft of the 'penis' in her hand, she slowly licks the tip, srawing more and
more into her mouth. She is definitely a beginner, albeit a talented one,
and you wonder in the back of your mind if you should have this girl
entertain at your next party.
Finally, the girl begins getting into it, sucking and licking like there
was no tomorrow. Her saliva runs down the shaft, pooling against the soft
silk at it's base.
Smiling, you decide to play a little prank on the slave. On the waistband,
you press a little button, and the girl's eyes get huge as you know her
mouth is filling with a sweet gel from the squirting dildo.
"That's right, slave. Drink all my 'cum' down," you chuckle, watching the
girl swallow rapidly, lest she choke.
Finally, you withdraw from the gril's oral embrace, checking the dildo.
The girl's saliva glistens along it's length satisfyingly, and you say,
"Alright, slave. Lie down on your back and spread your legs."
The girl sits down, and the lies back. Her legs part slowly, and her head
is turned to the side, eyes closed tightly.
You kneel between the girl's legs, and with one hand pull her face gently
back up. "Oh no, slave, you may not try to hide from this. I want you
looking into my eyes as I take you for my own."
She opens her eyes, then closes them again as you kiss her. It's a tender,
gentle kiss, and she kisses you back. Then she begins stroking your lips
with her tongue, and you meet her tongue's ministrations with your own, all
the while moving the strap-on into position.
The girl's eyes fly open as you begin pushing into her, and she
almost-reflexively jerks away from you, trying to hide her face.
You climb to your feet, your eyes ablaze with anger. "Again!" you shout.
"Again you reject me! I will not allow this!"
Reaching out, you grab the four-inch pillar candle that rests atop the
rack. Feeling the cool outer surface of the wax, you make a side-slashing
motion, and the girl screams as the burning wax attacks her tender flesh.
Dots of red cover her breasts, belly, and thighs, and she screams even
louder, trying to get the hot little bits off of her.
You wait until she finishes screaming, which doesn't take long; the wax
that you use in your candles is designed to be low-temperature stuff.
"Apparently you do not yet understand, slave," you sigh, sorrow lacing your
voice. "I had hoped not to have to force you, to make you come to me of
your own will. I have had slaves that I've had to force before, and every
one I had to dispose of in the end. Do you wish to know how I usually
dispose of the failed, slave?"
She shakes her head, her body shaking with withheld tears from shock, fear,
and the unexpected pain of being burnt a little.
"I'm afraid you have left me no choice, slave, "you reply, tiredly leaning
up against the rack.
"I have three methods of dealing with the recalcitrant, slave. The first,
and simplest, is to mercifully kill them. I have associates who pay quite
good money for spare body parts, a fate which you may again be faced with.
"The second I reserve for the ones who try and escape my care. My home is
located deep within a large forested area, and the forest is a reserve for
dangerous animals. Poisonous snakes, wild dogs and wolves, extremely
venomous spiders, all of them a deterrent from incursion by the poutside
world, as well as a fool-proof method to ensure that slaves do not escape.
"The third is for troublemakers, rabble-rousers, and those who try and
assault my person." You reach over to the wall, pulling out a thick
envelope. From the envelope you pull a photo, and hand it to the girl.
"This is Armand Jhak, a fellow who makes his money in the white-slavery
business."
You see the girl's eyes widen in loathing as she looks at the old, greasy,
fat, bald, Lebanese man depicted in the photo. No matter that the photo was
gotten from a 'fat-love' web site; the story was all that mattered.
"Armand is disgusting, and he likes young white girls who fight. I'm told
that he only uses them once before they are unusable again; something about
him being aroused by straight razors and hallucinogens."
The girl's eyes grow wet with tears as she hands you the picture back, and
then contritely kneels before you, her hands at her sides, still bound by
the spreader bar.
"Now slave, will you willingly obey? Or will you suffer one of my
punishments instead?"
"I-I will obey you, mistress," she whispers. "I don't want that, never
that. Please, give me one more chance, mistress. Please have patience with
me."
You squat down, caressing the girl's cheek. "Very good, slave. Are you
now ready to be of service to me?"
"Yes, mistress," she replies, looking into your eyes.
"Very well," you reply. "I shall do something special for you, slave.
Something that you will, in time, have to do anyway. Are you ready, slave?"
"Anything, mistress."
You step over to the phone, picking up the reciever. "Jared?"
"Yes, Ma'am?"
"Send down Rauldo. He is needed."
There was a pause, and then, "Of course. He'll be down in a few moments."
You set down the reciever, turn back to the girl, and say, "As I mentioned,
something special. But for now, I want you to get on your back, and spread
your legs."
She slowly obeys, questioning in her eyes. You squat down, unbuckling her
hands from the spreader bars, murmurring, "Those won't be necessary anymore,
slave. So long as you obey, I will not use these."
You step over to between the girl's legs, gently rubbing her belly with
your hands. She begins relaxing, and then sighs in relief as your hands
begin massaging her thighs. And then your fingers begin stroking her inner
thighs, and she gasps.
Then the door to the dungeon opens, and in steps Rauldo, a slave that you
acquired some time ago in a poker game. He was a handsome Latino, in his
early teens when you first got him, now in his late teens, and he had gotten
even more handsome over the years.
He was also the best at gentle love-making, perfect for breaking in
virgins. But that's not what you called him in for today.
"Slave," you say, smiling, "Rauldo will be joining us for our little
session. Don't worry, he won't be your first. That is still my right. But
you and he will be playing a little.
"Rauldo, would you please kneel next to our new slave's head? She seemed
to have worked miracles on my strap-on, and she even made it cum!"
Rauldo's eyes widen, knowing that you never allowed that device to do that
unless the person giving the blowjob was exceedingly excellent. So he
kneels down, gently stroking the girl's face, smiling down at her. The girl
smiles back, then looks at your face, asking, "What shall I do, mistress?"
Your fingers gently touch the outer area of the girl's mons as you say,
"While I am occupied here, I want you to suck on his penis like you were
doing earlier to my strap-on. When he orgasms, swallow. That is all."
Gingerly, she holds Rauldo's flaccid penis in her hand, stroking it gently.
Then she begins licking it's head, savoring the clean taste that Rauldo
always took care to taste like.
Smiling, you bend your head down, licking the girl's clit while worming a
finger inside of her. She had a dark, musky flavor. Not unpleasant, but
rather unexpected in it's intensity. As your tongue becomes accustomed to
the strong flavor, you begin savoring her taste, and the girl groans in
delight and lust. The drugs are finally beginning to kick in.
You hear Rauldo suck in his breath, and glance up to see the girl suck down
at least four inches of his eight inch length, not stopping for anything.
Rauldo was gritting his teeth, and it was apparent that he was focussing on
not orgasming too soon. Reaching out, he began rubbing her breasts,
pinching her nipples lightly as his deft fingers wandered all within his
reach.
Smiling, you stop sucking the girl's clit long enough to slip the squirting
dildo out of it's harness. Reaching out with the hand that isn't occupied,
you grab up a different dildo.
This dildo, made expressly for you, looks to be only a half-inch in
diameter, with a wide, flaring base. You run the dlido into your mouth,
wetting it's latex to shininess before slipping it into the harness.
The girl seems to be in the full throes of lust, and is trying very hard to
get Rauldo to release. But Rauldo has yet to fail you; he masturbates three
times a day, just so that he can control his own lusts.
You sit up, pulling the finger out of the girl with a loud pop. She
groans, squirming her hips, lusting for the return of your digit. You
chuckle to yourself, positioning the dildo at her hole, and pressing
slightly.
The girl hunches her hips, thinking that your finger has returned, driving
her hips almost a full inch onto the dildo.
Smiling widely, you push the fake penis through her hymen. She grunts, and
Rauldo grits his teeth; she must have bit down a little, but he's used to
that.
Then you slowly push the dildo all the way in, finally bottoming out as you
feel her clit rub against your own. Then you begin working the dildo in and
out.
As you begin a slow, rhythmic pumping, which the girl seems to be enjoying
if her muted squeals are any indication, you begin pumping a small bulb.
Slowly, the girl's tunnel begins expanding as the outer layer of the
strap-on begins swelling, filling with air.
Within a few minutes, the girl is taking all of an eight-inch, two-inch
diameter dildo. You can see the faintness of red marring her upper body;
she is very close to orgasm.
"Do you want me to keep doing this to you, slave? Do you want to orgasm?"
The penis pops out of her mouth,a nd she manages to gasp, "Oh god, yes!
Please mistress!" before she pops the penis back in, trying to gobble up as
much as she possibly can.
You thrust in earnest, not for the first time wondering what men felt
during this. You begin to feel the girl hunching her hips to meet your
thrusts, and you can hear both her sluping noises and Rauldo's heavy,
labored breathing.
Finally, she goes over the edge, wailing around the edges of the thick cock
in her mouth. At almost the same time, Rauldo looses his control, and he
jams his cock in her mouth. Instantly she stops screaming, and swallows
frantically as you ride her through her first orgasm.
Finally, Rauldo falls away from the girl's head, leaning back on his arms.
The girl is panting hard, and a little cum was missed by her frantic
swallowing, and has leaked out the corner of her mouth.
You back out of the girl, dropping the harness and saying, "How was she,
Rauldo?"
"She was very good, mistress," he gasps out, his eyes wide. "She is
unlearned, but very talented. Thank you for sharing her with me."
"Maybe we can do this again sometime. But I believe that you should be
going later. And for your services, you may have Melinda tonight."
His eyes glow with gratitude as he leaves the room. You smile, softly
saying, "Such a good boy..."
Then you look down at the girl, who is licking her lips, trying to get more
of the taste of Rauldo's cum on her tongue. "So slave, did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, mistress!" she replies, lust still shining in her eyes. "Thank you
so much. I never knew..."
"You're welcome slave. You haven't truly earned that pleasure, but I
thought I'd show you what you could expect if only you were to obey."
The girl gets to her knees, kissing your boots with passion driving her
actions. The girl broke already? No, not yet. There are still tests and
techniques that are unused. The drugs are still coursing through her
system, and that can make a person do odd things. Yes, you still have a
need to test the girl.
You step away from the girl, saying, "Stand up, slave. Follow me."
The girl stands, and follows you back to your chair. You run your hand
fondly over the plush surface, remembering how you'd gotten a great deal of
your furniture from an expert carpenter who'd wanted a particularly
difficult slave properly broken.
You sit down, splaying your legs. "Kneel, slave."
The girl kneels between your legs, her gaze focussing on your wetness as
she swallows hard.
You hand the girl a slim vibrator, saying, "Slave, you will give me
pleasure, just like I gave it to you. Go ahead, slave, make me cum. Show
your mistress your gratitude."
The girl leans forward, still a little hesitantly, but she licks your
wetness, tasting of your essence, She, in her lust-crazed mind, somehow
remembers what you did, and she slowly works a finger into you while gently
lapping at your clit.
You sigh, beginning to relax and enjoy this. Like Rauldo had said, this
girl was a natural! The light licking all around your clit feels very nice,
and she is slowly pusing that finger in and out of you, occasionally,
pulling the finger out so that she can push her tongue as far in you as she
can.
Then she brings the vibrator up, gingerly pusing it into you hole. You can
see that you are very wet from the way that the girl's forearm glistens; you
must have been awfully wet to have dripped like that. The girl slowly eases
the vibe inside of you, and you can feel your interior expand to accomidate
it.
Then the girl puts her mouth on your clit and begins to suck, working the
vibe in and out of your willing flesh. You can already feel your orgasm
building.
And then she turns the vibrator on! The warm buzzing suffuses your being,
causing your sex to vibrate with pleasure. After several long minutes of
this, you finally orgasm, and the girl pulls the vibrator out, putting her
mouth to your nether lips and drinking deeply of your girl-cum.
You get your breath back, blinking away the tears of pleasure, saying,
"That was very good, slave. Did you enjoy pleasuring me?"
Her mouth comes away from your now-dry hole, and she whispers, "I loved it,
mistress. I would love to do that again."
You stroke her hair, smiling down at her. "I know you would, slave. But
there are yet things that I must let you experience, pleasures that I must
get you accustomed to. Are you ready for more?"
She nods, a beautiful smile on her wet face.
You motion the girl back, and then get off your chair. Stretching, you
force the blood flow back into your legs; the chair wasn't exactly designed
to get laid in. But you walk over to the shelf, grabbing up a tube of lube.
Tossong it to the girl, you say, "Now, slave, you will coat your asshole
with this. Go ahead and do it for your mistress."
The girl catches the tube, and then looks up at you with a little fear in
her eyes. But you know that she can't resist at this point; she's so
aroused that you can see her wetness dripping onto the floor below where
she's kneeling. But inevitably, she squeezes a large amount onto her hand,
and begins greasing up her rear entrance.
You know that there will be no wastes there; while the girl was drugged
into unconsciousness, Jared would have had her bowels subjected to a proper
enema.
The girl works the lube in between her ass cheeks, and then you see her
grimace a little as she worms a finger into her butt. Blinking at the fact
that there is no pain, merely a little discomfort, she begins fingering her
ass, working another finger in as she does it. Her breath begins to get
more ragged as she starts getting into it.
"You may stop now, slave." The girl stops with a whimper; she knew that
she was working herself up to another orgasm.
You pick up the dildo from before, releasing the valve that held the air
in. Instantly, it returns to it's half-inch thick state. Strapping it on,
you say, "On your hands and knees, slave."
Almost instantly, she is there, her lower cheeks spread wide for you. Her
cunt is dripping even more, and you can smell her aroma even from where you
stand.
Picking up the libe, you smear it all over the dildo. Then you place the
tip at the girl's entrance, saying, "Go ahead, slave. If you want it, take
it."
Without hesitation, the girl pushes herself back, and you watch as the
girl's flesh practically absorbs the dildo, all the way to the base. Then
she begins humping herself on it, trying to achieve her orgasm yet again.
You smile at the girl's eagerness, and begin pusing back into her. The
girl sighs, whimpering at her impending orgasm.
You grab her by the shoulders, pulling her up so that her back is against
your bare tits. As you fuck her virgin asshole, you begin kissing her neck
while pinching her nipples, and you whisper into her ear, "Slave, you will
be subject to any and all pleasure. You will be allowed to cum as many
times as you wish, so long as you obey. If you obey, you will be cared for,
treated well, and even loved like any of my family members here. Rauldo was
once like you, but he is happy here. You can be happy too, slave. You have
only to give yourself to me."
"Y-y-yes, mistress!" the girl cries out. "I belong to you, I am yours! Do
what you will with me, I beg of you!"
"Anything, slave?"
"Anything!" she cries, tears forming in her eyes as she can feel her orgasm
building up to a head.
Now for the acid test. You pull out of the girl, making her whimper in
fear. She drops to the floor, whispering, "What'd I do, mistress? What did
I do wrong?"
You smile, standing up slowly. "You've done nothing wrong slave."
"Than, why-?"
"Because there is one final test for me to know that you're not lying."
The girl spins, facing you. Her eyes are wet with tears, full of pleading
as she begs you, "Anything, mistress! Anything, I beg of you!"
You calmly walk over to a special rack. Lying there is an electrical
generator, and what appears to be a cattle brand. It's connected to the
generator through a thick cable, and the handle is ceramic enclosing the
black metal.
You flip a switch, and the generator cranks up loudly. Within a few
minutes, the tip of the branding iron begins glowing a dull red, and you
say, "Come here, slave."
The girl practically runs over, curiosity filling her movements.
"This is a cattle brand, slave. I want you, as your final test to me, to
take this up and brand yourself on your outer thigh for your mistress."
Blinking, she manages to clear some of the drug-induced lust from her mid,
trying to figure out a meaning behind what you just said. You know from
experience that if she waits for more that five seconds, she still needs
more breaking.
Within four, she grabs it up by the white ceramic handle, pressing the
glowing tip into her flesh. There is a loud hissing noise, and steam
disgorges, and the girl gags on the pain, falling to her knees, but keeping
the brand in place.
Finally, after a minute passes, you turn off the generator, and the girl
numbly lets the device fall to the floor.
You kneel down, setting the brand back on the shelf, softly saying, "Slave,
look down at your leg."
She looks down, and see no mark. Rubbing the spot in disbelief, she looks
up at you questioningly.
You smile, saying, "Actually, that is a freon tube that emits a red light.
It's very cold, and against hot flesh it can feel as if it's burning. The
steam was a little something I added for effect. I would never mark up my
slaves in such a manner.
"Congratulations, slave. You have passed, and thus proved your loyalty to
me. Rise, and I shall bring you back to ecstasy."