 A Slave's Story

I met her at a party. Marissa was her name. She approached me and
struck up a conversation. Before the party ended, we exchanged
numbers. I didn't call her and, quite frankly, I did not expect
her to call me. She did.

Shortly, into our first conversation she had managed to invite
herself over to my place for drinks and dinner at 7PM. I found it
amusing that she would be so forceful as she was, considering the
fact that we hardly knew each other.

Before we said goodbye, I told her that if she was running late
that she had best call me, or risk my absence upon her arrival. I
do hate tardiness - it's rude. And, one thing I do not tolerate
is rudeness.

She was prompt. At precisely 7PM my doorbell rang. I greeted her,
cheerfully, to see that she had brought two bottles of wine and a
picnic basket, which, I assumed, was filled with dinner items.

After making small talk for an hour, I excused myself from the
room to relieve myself. When I returned to the room she had
rearranged some of the furniture and had spread a red and
white-checkered blanket on the floor.

During the excellent dinner we got to know each other. She
revealed to me that she was, largely, unattached, being new to
the Chicago area. Of her family, she said little, only that she
had left home when she was 16 and now, at 25, had had no contact
with them, since.

After dinner, she and I retired to my bedroom where I discovered
that she had similar sexual interests to mine. She spent the
night tied to my bed while I fucked her. Two weeks later, we
agreed to become exclusive to each other.

Several months into our relationship, she told me that simple
bondage and rough sex was not satisfying her, as it used to. And
then, she told me that she envisioned a far more extreme
relationship. That was music to my ears.

Shortly after her revelation to me, we began a trip down a darker
path - a path, which she, initially, enjoyed. Looking at her now,
I am certain that she no longer feels that way.

Six weeks after her revelation, she quit her job and moved in to
my estate in the distant suburbs of Chicago, to be my full time
slave. She slipped into her role of slave with the ease of an
eager child.

My first gift to her was her collar. She accepted it gleefully,
slipping it around her neck and locking it into place. The collar
was made of stainless steel, lined with neoprene, and had a sort
of tongue that slipped into a slot at its other end, which was
slightly thicker to allow for a locking mechanism and a slot for
the key to fit into.

Once her collar was in place I gifted her with a set of matching
cuffs for her ankles and wrists. As I had measured her carefully,
the cuffs and collar were a perfect fit.

Before I go on, allow me to describe my bed. The frame is made of
heavy oak timbers. Each corner of the bed consists of a thick oak
post, about two feet around. Each post stands seven feet tall and
they are braced against each other with similar posts of, roughly
half the thickness.

Imbedded into each vertical and horizontal post, are 4 heavy
"eye-hooks". Each of these hooks is approximately 3 inches in
diameter and is capable of holding, at least 300lbs. The sides of
my bed frame are treated to similar decorations.

I have no bedsprings on my bed. Instead, I have two mattresses
stacked one on top of the other. This makes my mattress top rise
slightly higher than the average bed. In fact, it is the perfect
height for one as tall as I.

That night, I bent her over the foot of my bed and bound her
tightly. Then, I fucked her holes until I was exhausted. Once I
had my fill of her, I took to my bed, leaving her as she was
bound, for the night.

The next morning I woke her with a rough slap on her ass followed
by an equally rough ass fucking. Then, I left her as she was and
had my breakfast.

Over the next few weeks we would re-enact this scene, and others
like it, many times. However, I had other pleasures envisioned in
our lives. So, I set my jaw and made plans to realize those
pleasures, no matter how difficult it would be for her.

The first thing that I did was to take her to a friend who ran a
hair removal "clinic" and had her body hair removed via
electrolysis. This was a slow, slightly painful process and took
several trips. Nevertheless, her body hair was eventually
removed. Soon afterwards I began, in earnest, to turn her into
the object that I wanted her to be.

The first thing that I did to her was to bind her arms behind her
back. And, since I had intentions of making her as useful for sex
as I could, I settled on binding each wrist to their opposing
forearm. To do this I attached a neoprene-lined cuff around each
forearm and bound her opposing wrist's cuff to it. Then, I
attached similar cuffs to her upper arms. These cuffs had a thin
metal bar that connected the two, together and held them in
place.

Now, her forearms were slightly higher than her waist, parallel
to the ground, when standing. One of the nice side effects of
this binding was that her posture was nearly perfect.

For the next few weeks I let her get accustomed to her binding.
I, also, tested out my theory that this would make for the best
binding for a multitude of sexual positions. I was correct in my
assumption of her usefulness for sex, bound as she was.

In fact, the only drawback to this binding was that she could not
wash herself or take care of her feminine hygiene. Such things
were left to me. I, as a good owner, took care of all such duties
for her.

Amazingly, she never complained about the binding. In fact, her
only complaint was that I only fucked her in the ass or the
mouth. Her lamentations were quickly put to rest after a sound
beating.

Soon, after she became more accustomed to her arm binding I
decided to treat her to a new facet of her slavery. She listened
intently, as I told her that she should no longer consider
herself a person, or even an animal, but an object. And, I
explained, as an object, she had no rights - not even those that
might be given to an animal. That was the first night that she
ate kibble from her dish, on the floor.

Some might think this cruel, but I made certain that her diet was
sound. I bought the best dog food for her and, occasionally,
treated her to some snacks from the table, after I ate. She was
very good in eating anything that I gave her. After dinner, she
was expected to suck my cock for her desert.

About 3 months after her arm binding I noticed that her arms were
becoming atrophied. I pointed this out to her one day after her
desert. She was saddened to hear that it didn't matter, since
they would never be used again. I must say, she was rather upset
to hear this news and voiced it rather eloquently.

It was the next day, I believe, that she told me that she wanted
out of our relationship. She expressed to me her doubts as to
wanting so complete a life of slavery and that she never had any
intentions of losing the use of her arms or any other part of her
body for forever.

When she had completed her monologue I brought her into my
bedroom. Then, I withdrew some rope from beneath my bed and bound
her breasts, tightly. Her ankles I bound together and then,
loosely to the bottom of my beds footboard.

She spent the next few hours hanging, by her breasts, from the
top crossbeam, at the foot of my bed. Before her release, from
her terrible pain, I made her promise never to disappoint me
again. Then, I pushed her down, across my bed and fucked her ass
and mouth. And, though she was, obviously disgusted, she did not
hesitate to suck my cock after it had been in her ass. In fact,
she didn't even hesitate to lick the sweat from my ass and
armpits when commanded. Clearly, my torture had changed her whole
outlook.

Not too long after her breast torture, I decided to pierce her
nipples and clit. She was none too happy with this. Still, she
took it stoically. I graced her with three gold plated rings.

To the rings on her nipples I attached a short golden chain that
connecting the two together. To her clit ring I attached a small
nametag that read, simply, "Slave for Life". She cried, when I
showed it to her. I'm not certain why.

Soon, after her piercing, I routinely led her on a leash,
attached to her clit ring, into my spacious back yard. Often, I
made her swim in the pool until she was exhausted. I will tell
you that she became quite adept at swimming, with no arms, in a
relatively short time.

Other times, I would have her run, on her toes, around my pool,
until sweat poured from her body, whereupon I would fuck her ass
until I was ready to cum. Much to her displeasure, I always came
in her mouth.

Watching her prance around my pool on her toes gave me
inspiration. After much toil, I constructed two short stainless
steel bars, armed with two, short spikes, that fit under her
heels and then back up to the cuffs around her ankles. The bar,
then, screwed onto the cuff at her ankles. The resulting effect
was that she could not bring her heels to the ground without
tremendous pain. She did not appreciate this, but suffered it,
well.

She became quite used to walking on her toes, rather quickly.
And, it had a rather pleasing effect, shaping her calves quite
nicely, over time. I will say that the only problem with her
walking like this was that she began developing calluses on her
feet. However, always diligent, I took the time to care for her
feet and I would spend many a night rubbing them with pumice
stone and treating her to wax dips, thus keeping her feet in soft
form. This was one of the few things that she seemed to enjoy
these days, often falling asleep during my care.

After about a year into our life as master/slave I decided that
she needed a more appropriate place to sleep. Slaves, after all,
do not sleep with their master. It was at this time that I
revealed to her a device that I knew she would hate - her new
bed.

I had had this "bed" for some time. I kept it stored in my garage
for many years, never having any use for it. Really, I only
bought it as a novelty, never believing that I would get a chance
to use it. Times do change.

The "bed" is a wooden totem, of sorts. It was carved, by hand and
had depictions of many strange faces upon its center pole. Bored
into the totem are several holes, angled upwards, at distances of
about 4 inches apart. The base is wide and heavy and has four
eyehooks around it, on all four sides. And, the top of it has a
small padded recess cut into it, about the size of a human head,
with large "D" rings on either side set into the wood.

After bringing it into my bedroom and securing it with bolts, to
the floor, I brought her into my room and displayed it for her.
She was aghast when I told her its purpose. And, truth be told,
it is a rather intimidating piece of furniture if one is told
that they are to be using it as their nightly bed.

It was when I told her to stand in front of it that she began to
fuss. Still, she did as told, fearing my dissatisfaction. Then, I
told her to turn around and face away from the totem, which she
did.

As I approached her, she began crying and begging me not to make
her sleep this way. Then, she fell to her knees and began kissing
my feet and begging me to let her go. Of course, I didn't, or she
would not be here with us, today.

At any rate, I stood her up and pushed her to the totem. As she
stood against it I measured the hole that would best fit her
height. Then, I had her step away after which I slipped a large
phallus into the hole and secured it with a bolt on the other
side.

After securing the phallus I placed a wooden block at the totem's
base and told her to stand on it facing me. She climbed up on the
block and turned to face me, the phallus poking her round
posterior.

Once in position she began begging me to relent. She argued that
the phallus was too large and that she could not take it. Still,
she did as she was told when commanded to slide herself onto the
phallus. Of course, I did take the time to remind her of the pain
that I could cause her.

As soon as the phallus was inside her ass I strapped her head
back into the top recess of the totem and gagged her with a large
ball gag. Then, I kneeled down at her feet and lifted her left
foot up and back, off of the block and secured it to the totem.
Then, I lifted her other foot from the block and placed it
similarly, locking it to the totem, as well.

The groan that she emitted as she sank down, further, on the
phallus filled me with lust and I was tempted to take her down
and fuck her. Despite my urges, I left her there for the night.

The morning light awoke me. I opened my eyes to see her bound to
the totem. For quite awhile, I lay in my bed, admiring her
torture, thinking at how wonderful this torture must have been
for her.

She collapsed into my arms as soon as I pulled her from her
“bed”. Then, I laid her on my bad and enjoyed the site of her
tortured ass. No longer was it a small puckering hole, now it was
open and stretched. Filled with lust, I fell upon her, fucking
her ass with hard, bludgeoning thrusts. And, when, at last, I was
ready to climax, I pulled her head to my cock and pushed it into
her mouth, exploding. Automatically, she swallowed.

The next several months were not terribly different from the
months previous, except for the fact that she was mounted on the
totem nightly. And, though it was clear that she detested being
mounted on it, she rarely protested.

At our second-year anniversary I decided that it was time to take
things another step forward. So, after removing her from her
nightly torture on the totem I introduced her to a new idea that
I had brewing in my head.

As I told her my plans, she began to weep. Then, she pleaded
against my plans. She even attempted to resist me as I bound her
into place. It was of no use, of course. And she soon found
herself suffering as I had promised she would.

The party was a success. I had invited over a four of my closest
friends for dinner and drinks. We had a marvelous time talking
over old times and telling jokes. They admired my home, which
they had not seen since its purchase. And then, after our dinner
they enjoyed the slave that I displayed to them.

When she saw them she seemed a bit hopeful. I imagine that she
thought that one of them would rescue her from the position that
she was now in. Unfortunately, for her, my friends were all of
similar bent as myself. So, instead of release she found herself
the subject of much admiration.

When they saw her, she was bound on her knees, bent backwards
over the toilet in the guest bathroom. Her head was held back
with a harness that severely limited any movement. Her ankles had
been pulled back as far as I could get them and chained around
the back of the toilet. Underneath, and between her slightly
spread legs, was a small basin. Her mouth was filled with a
mouthpiece from some old scuba equipment that I had, long since,
stopped using and held in with a leather strap. The air hose that
fit into the mouthpiece led to a basin that rested in a small
plant stand beside and slightly in front of her. The final piece
to her bondage was a clothespin that I used to pinch her nose
closed. She looked marvelously miserable.

She screamed from behind the mouthpiece as the first trickles of
piss flowed from my cock and into the basin to trickle into her
mouth. And, though she had resisted swallowing, at first, she
found that if she wanted to breathe, she had to swallow. Soon,
she found herself in the unpleasant position of swallowing, not
just my piss, but the piss of the four friends that I had brought
to my home, as well.

She suffered well. Everybody said so.

After my company left I went to the bathroom to check on her.
Apparently, we were not the only ones who found the need to
release our bladders, as the basin between her legs was filled
with her own urine.

Staring down at her I told her how pleased I was that she had
behaved so well. To reward her, I told her, I was going to pour
her own urine into the basin for her to drink. She moaned
slightly as I began pouring her urine into the basin.

Once she had finished drinking the urine I removed her from her
position and allowed her to use the toilet. Then, I took her into
my shower and cleaned her up. Finally, after I allowed her to
suck my cock, I mounted her on her totem for the night.

The next morning after I removed her from the mounting I decided
that it was time that I had a talk with her, to tell her of my
future intentions. Also, I wanted to satisfy my sadistic
interests. I knew that she had not enjoyed her slavery for some
time. However, my sadistic side wanted to know just how much she
disliked it. And, I wanted to know what she thought of my future
plans. I do enjoy mental torture.

So, I sat her down on my couch and asked her how she enjoyed
being my slave. She was incredulous that I would even ask. Then,
she recanted how she had not used her arms in over a year and how
she had eaten dog food every day for her meals. She recanted,
too, her terrible few hours, hanging from her breasts. She went
into detail at the terrible way that I mounted her on the totem,
every night and how she felt constant pain when mounted.
Finishing with her use as a toilet, which she proclaimed as
inhumane.

Then, I told her that I planned to sell her to one of my friends
who intended on shipping her to Mexico to use her for donkey
shows. At this she became frantic, begging me not to sell her and
promising me everything that I already had. Oh, but I enjoyed her
begging and her frantic asking of forgiveness for the things that
she had just said.

While she begged I produced the key that would unlock her arms
from her bondage. Then, I told her that I was going to release
her arms. And, if she could unlock her cuffs and dress herself
that I would let her go. If she could not, I told her, I would
assume that she wished to be a slave for life and would ensure
that she never saw freedom again. And with those words, I
released her arms and sat the key on the table before her.

She struggled; trying to straighten out her arms, but could not.
She moved close to the table and picked up the key, fumbling to
get it in her grasp. Finally, after she had the key in her
fingers she bent over to unlock her ankles from their cuffs.

After a few minutes of struggling, she began crying as she
discovered that she could not unlock the cuffs. Her arms, having
been held in position for so long, would not straighten out
enough to allow her to maneuver the key into the slot that would
release the cuffs from her ankles. More, her fingers had little
dexterity and she found herself repeatedly picking the key from
where she had dropped it. Finally, she slumped to the floor and
sobbed, her hopes of freedom broken.

Shortly, after I had allotted her time to come to grips with her
future I made her stand. Then, slowly, I began to re-bind her
arms as they had been bound for so long. She sobbed as I told her
that she would never use her arms again. Surprisingly, she did
not protest or struggle, sobbing in sad acceptance. That night, I
modified her body a little further.

It took several weeks for her mouth to heal, properly. However,
as I was diligent with her care, I made certain to medicate her
wounds appropriately so that they healed as quickly as possible
and with no infection. Now, she had three golden rings through
her upper and lower lips.

Further modification included I removing the cuffs from her
ankles and installing large golden rings around each achilles
tendon. I was pleased, that despite the removal of the bar from
under her heel, she still walked on her toes. Apparently, she was
so used to doing so that she did so automatically. She looked
quite dramatic.

The night that I declared her wounds healed I attached a ten-inch
chain between the rings at her heels. Now, hobbled as she was,
she found that walking was more difficult than it had ever been.
I reveled in her misery. Still, I wasn't satisfied.

Later that day, I decided it was time to make use of her sandy
blonde hair. In short order, I had her hair braided and laced
with a long leather strap that ended in a snap-back connector.
Once her hair was braided, I pulled it over and then under her
forearms, pulling her head back and locking the connecter to a
ring at the back of her collar.

When I stepped back to look at my handiwork I was gifted with an
unexpected surprise. With her head pulled back so dramatically,
her mouth was forced to stay open. Though she did have the
ability to close her mouth, it was very difficult.

One unfortunate aspect of her new binding was that I could not
mount her on the totem without removing her from this new
bondage. With that in mind I decided to create a new torture for
her to suffer through the nights.

For the next two nights, as I toiled in my workshop, she slept
hanging from my bed by her large breasts. Maybe she didn't sleep,
I don't really know. I, also, locked the rings on her lips
together, so her screams and begging were, mostly, muffled.

In the evening, after I had finished my construct, I introduced
her to her new bed. I do believe that there was some relief when
I told her that she would no longer suffer nights on the totem.
However, there was a clear sense of sadness when I told her that
her new misery would be as permanent as her new head binding.

The device that I created was a simple one. It consisted of a
wide baseboard with a post at its front. Attached to the post was
a large plastic ball, shaped much like a trailer hitch ball. This
ball fit in her mouth and served to support her upper body while
waiting on her knees to be locked in. At the opposing end sits a
square post that hinges onto the baseboard and has a larger ball
attached to it. When brought up the ball becomes seated inside of
her ass. To lock her in place I have a board with two dowels in
its end. The dowels fit into holes that are situated behind the
hinged post, locking it into position.

After locking her down for the night I slid a triangular box
underneath her body. The box served in two capacities. The first
purpose was to prevent her from slumping down too far. The second
purpose was pain. Should she slump down far enough her torso
would rest upon a corner of the triangular box, pushing the sharp
edge into her skin.

Over the next few months I enjoyed her pain as she stumbled here
and there at my command. From time to time I would take advantage
of her open mouth, flicking cigar ashes into her mouth as she
kneeled beside me while I watched the television. Sometimes I
would humiliate her by taking her outside and using her as my
urinal.

Unfortunately, there is only so much joy that I can get out of
body modifications and torture. Over the next year I tired of the
daily tortures.

Being a man of sexual nature I find that most body modifications
are not, truly fit for sex. And, while I am sadistic, there is a
limit to my sadism. Frankly, though I had intended to do so, I
could never find it within myself to completely modify her.

Finally, and this is the reason that I am selling her to you. The
work of maintaining her as she is has grown too cumbersome for
its rewards. I believe that my next slave will be treated less
harshly and with fewer modifications. And, though I have thought
about easing her suffering, I do believe that there is no going
back for her.

Do with her as you will with her. I know that she will be treated
as well as a slave can be treated. I realize that I will probably
never see her again and that you will further her journey. I do
hope that you will let me know how she fares, from time to time.
I do care for her, after all.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Nearly two years after he had sold her to the slaver a package
was delivered to his door. It contained a videocassette that was
labeled “Latex Doll”. After removing the wrapping he ambled into
his living room and slid the cassette into his VCR. After sitting
on the couch he pointed his remote and began the show. What he
saw, both shocked, and excited him.

Were it not for the fact that he knew it was her, he would not
have recognized the “girl” facing him, at all. Then, as the
camera pulled in close to her head, the cameraman began his
narration.

“It took us awhile to decide the best job for your former slave.
After much deliberation we decided that it would make an
excellent rubber doll,” began the voice. “So, after permanently
removing it's hair, teeth, fingernails and toe nails, we got to
work.”

"As you can see, it has been completely covered with black latex.
Its mouth has been fitted with a ring gag so that it may provide
its operator with oral gratification if he, or she, wishes. And,
other than breathing holes for its nose, there are no other
openings to its latex mask."

The camera panned down as the narration continued. " I have
augmented its breasts, as you can see. The implants have made
its, already large breasts, considerably larger. These are
slightly smaller than a regulation basketball. Rather a pleasing,
don't you think?"

He was amazed at the size of her latex covered breasts. They were
freakishly large and yet, somehow, he found that he was aroused
by this modification.

The narration continued. "I had its nipples pierced again, as you
can see. Frankly, I liked the look of the gold rings that you had
installed on this model, so I stayed with your design. I rather
like how they stand out against the black latex."

Then, the camera panned down to her crotch. " Since I like my
dolls to be sleek, in design, I removed its clitoris. This makes
the pubic mound much more pleasing, aesthetically, when covered
in latex- no lumps. Also, the latex extends around its labia.
This serves to complete the look of a doll, while giving the full
feeling of a living being when you make use of it's hole."

"What you did with its legs was quite stunning." The narrator
began, as the camera panned down her legs. "I'll tell you that
this is the one model that does not require any special shoes to
keep its toes pointed. So, unlike other models I did not fit it
with special shoes - I simply covered its feet in latex. As you
can see" the camera panned around to her heels, "I did add
another piercing to its leg, just over yours. Again, the shiny
gold is quite a contrast against the black."

Now, the camera panned up her leg and focused on her ass. A
darkly clad man moved into frame and spread her ass as the
narration began again. "You can see that the latex goes right up
to the hole." He began, "We want our models to look as much like
dolls as we can. I think we do a pretty good job of it, frankly."

"Also," he continued, as the camera panned up to her back "we
kept this models arms bound the way that you had. The only
difference is that we used only latex to hold them together.
Frankly, after so long a time of not being used, the arms of this
model are quite useless." He finished.

Then, the camera panned back around to the front of her so that
he could see her whole body. Then she was guided to a large black
platform that had a post in the middle of it. Once she was
standing in the middle, the post was raised and slipped into her
ass.

"We just mounted it on a doll display stand. The way I designed
the stand the doll can stay on it for hours without threat of
injury. It's rather ingenious, if I do say so myself." Said the
voice.

"I know that you cared for this model. So, I will give you the
first opportunity to buy it. Of course, maintaining a doll isn't
the easiest of tasks. Even though this latex is breathable, you
still have to remove it, clean the unit and then redress it.
You'll see, if you buy it - we'll give you a complete care
booklet on its maintenance."

"By the way, we do provide you with four latex suits, so you wont
have to suffer through suit maintenance immediately after
cleaning the model. Besides that we have this models size
requirements in our data base and can always replace any damaged
suits."

"Oh, one other thing. If you choose to purchase it back I will
throw in a doll display stand."

"We'll be in contact, soon, to see if you wish to purchase it
back."

The tape ended.

* * * * * * * * * *

Mounted on a display stand was the doll that he had just
purchased. He sat in his den, smoking a cigar and admiring it. He
thought it a strange irony that a woman should be turned into a
latex fuck doll.

“Welcome back,” he said to the doll. Sadistically he added “You
are now and forever a doll. You will never know the freedoms that
you once had. You are now and forever a plastic toy with no life
or identity. You are officially a thing.”

The doll gave no notice. It had been converted thoroughly and had
little sense of self. It had no wants or ambitions. Its thoughts
were only for contact, longing to be touched and used even as it
was repulsed from such. It did not know why. It only knew its
place. Marissa no longer remained. 
