With her surrender tacitly given and his ownership
established, he began to speak.
"slave, we have a few things to talk about, don't we?
We have the rules to review, we have goals to set for
your training, we have certain agreements to reach,
and we have a few other, less pleasant conversations
ahead of us." She moved to respond, but he silenced
her with a single cold, stony glance.
"Let's take the rules first, one by one. First. Very
simple, really. What I say, you do. What I don't say,
you don't do. Everything else is irrelevant. But I
will help you understand what I mean by giving you
some examples.
"You will not speak without permission. I will give
you that permission directly, when and only when I
want a response from you, by saying "speak, whore." Do
you understand?"
She started to speak, and then stopped, looked at him
expectantly, awaiting permission to respond. "That was
close, whore. Very close. Don't let that happen
again." He paused for a moment to let his words
register, and then said, "Speak, whore."
Her soft voice quivered as her lips formed a whispered
"Yes, Sir."
"If you feel compelled to ask a question or make a
request, you will indicate so, IF your arms are free,
by placing your hands, palm up, right over left, on
the top of your head, and you will wait to be
recognized. If you are bound, I will give you a tool
to use to get my attention. Open your mouth.. I have
one such tool right here."
She willingly complied, and felt a limp, rubbery
object placed on her tongue. The quizzical look on her
face prompted him to explain. "Used condom, whore.
Mine. Filled with my cum and tied at the top, so you
won't be able to taste it. Makes you wonder who's cunt
it was in, doesn't it? That reminds me. At all times,
you are to have 8 condoms with you. Have them in your
purse, visible in the open ash tray of your car,
stuffed into your bra when you are permitted to wear
one. You will never know when I will feel like using
you, or giving you to someone... or renting you out by
the hour."
The condom lay there on her tongue, and she felt
alternating waves of revulsion and arousal overcome
her. She played with it with her tongue, keeping it
away from her throat, and she bit the tied end with
her teeth to make sure that it stayed there.
"Quite the effective gag, whore, isn't it? And I see
that you are taking to it well. That's a good sign...
It tells me that even the most creative little
surprises I have in store for you are going to be
right up your alley. Now take it out of your mouth and
stick it in your cunt. It won't be in the way there...
at least not for a while... and I don't want you to
grow too used to the taste."
She slowly brought her hand to her lip and removed the
condom... leaned back to improve his view, spread her
legs wide, used her fingers to part her lips so he
could watch every motion, and deliberately inserted it
deep inside her. She looked at him, expecting to find
a look of approval and lust. She was sorely mistaken.
"I was right. You are a whore. Did you enjoy touching
that cunt? I certainly hope so, because that is the
last time you'll do that, until and unless I directly
order you to. You will not touch your nipples or your
breasts... you will not run your hands sensuously over
your ass, your thighs, or any part of that body.
slave, you will not even scratch your nose when it
itches. That body is MINE, do you hear?" His words
echoed throughout the room and settled over her like a
shroud.
"A few more rules. I'm sure you won't be surprised at
these.. we have already spoken of them at length.
Total control of your bodily functions, which, judging
by your earlier performance, you seem to relish. If I
order you to piss, you will piss... then and there,
and you will clean it up in the way I wish. Orgasm
control.. well, that is so fundamental it doesn't even
deserve mention, now does it?
"you will eat and drink what I direct, when I direct
it. When I allow it, you will sleep in the place and
in the position I place you in, and you will not
move." He placed his hands around her throat, tilted
her head to stare directly into her eyes and spoke,
"The time will come when I control your very breath,
if I so wish.
"Your body is my toy, and trust this, whore... I will
do with my toy exactly what I want. I am equally apt
to use it for my enjoyment as I am to throw it in the
corner and let it languish until I want it again. You
are truly a puppet, and I control every string.
"I will use you myself, or direct that you be used by
whomever I choose, whenever, however, and whereever I
wish, and there will be NO hesitation on your part.
You will flout your sexuality to strangers, you will
be put on display at my whim, you will become the
whore that I expect.
"Remember. What I say, you do. What I don't say, you
don't do. Exceedingly simple. Other rules will be
added as your training progresses, slave."
She knelt there, legs still splayed wide and exposed,
trembling at the fierceness and finality of his words.
With each word, she felt her sense of self
disappearing and her sense of possession taking its
place.
"Now, on to the goal of your training. This, too, can
be summed up in a single sentence." He paused
momentarily for effect, then continued, deliberately
and slowly. "I intend to supplant every element of
your will with my own.
"You will voluntarily surrender that will to me, every
day, bit by bit, until you absorb my being into yours.
You will fight it... you will try to resist... but you
will succumb, or you will not be Mine. I will not
accept anything less than total possession.
"The techniques that I will use to attain this goal
will not be discussed. They will be for me to employ
and for you to accept. You already know that the only
limits in this relationship will be the ones I choose
to impose, and we have already discussed the ones you
would hope to be honored. Perhaps they will... perhaps
they won't. Up to my whim. But then, you knew that
when you opened the email, and long before you stepped
on that train.
"I will say only this. You will be subjected to use
beyond even your delightfully vivid imagination. There
will never be a moment when you don't hurt in some
way.. be it physically or emotionally. You will never
again feel free. You will never again *be* free. You
will be cared for, you will be safe.. but you will be
pushed, you will be tested, you will fail, you will be
punished, you will be tested again and again.
"All of our negotiations are behind us. The time has
come for the agreement that I spoke of earlier.
Irrevocable. Do you agree to all that I have said? Yes
or no. One word. Speak."
"Yes Master."
His open palm flashed across her face and struck her
full on the left cheek, sending her head reeling and
dazing her for a moment.
"That failure will haunt you, slave. Did I give you
the command to speak? Did I say one word or two? Are
you that lacking in focus and that disobedient, that
you can't follow even the simplest of commands?????
Try it again. One word. Speak, whore."
"Yes." She nearly spat out the word in her haste to
obey, an effort which received her yet another painful
strike across the cheek.
"Attitude, whore.. attitude. Not quite the right
nuance to that word, slave. I suggest you try again,
and get it right this time. Be warned. I won't give
you another chance at this. Now, speak whore."
Her voice soft, seasoned with fear and confusion, yet
tinged with desire, lust and passion, resonated from
deep inside her. Her tear-stained and palm-printed
cheeks glowed as she breathlessly surrendered with a
single "yes."
He raised her from her knees, held her close,
comforted her with soothing words and caressed her
hair, tugging it gently at the nape of the neck. He
turned her away from him, slipped his arms around her,
and in a single swift motion, deftly removed both
clamps from her nipples. She felt the surging pain
engulf her, solidifying his claim over her being.
"Time for you to see you new home, slave. Get down on
all fours and crawl into the next room, keeping your
nose against the floor and your ass high in the air.
And make sure to keep your legs apart so i can see
that cunt from here. Stop when your nose touches the
edge of the rug."
She obeyed his instructions, curious about his home
but resisting any thought to look around while
performing this task. She blushed at the thought of
her clumsy crawling and the expanded, filling probe
still buried deep in her ass. As if reading her
thoughts, she heard him chuckle behind her, commenting
"That will be dealt with soon enough, whore. Get used
to the feeling of something up your ass. Good little
ass slaves bring a high price, from what I hear. We'll
find out soon enough, I guess."
As ordered, she slowed when she felt the rug on her
forehead and stopped immediately when it touched the
tip of her nose. The fringe tickled her nose but,
remembering his earlier words, she denied herself the
pleasure of rubbing the irritating tickle. She
remained there, motionless, until she heard the words,
"Stand, whore, and close your eyes."
She followed the instructions exactingly, closing her
eyes just as she reached a full upright position. She
felt him behind her and relished the warmth of his
body pressing full and hard against her back. She
leaned into him a bit, communicating her gratitude for
the sensuality of his contact, and sighed softly when
she felt him move away. All was quiet and peaceful,
and she felt a bit lost without his touch and
presence.
He must have moved with the stealth of a cat, because
she realized she couldn't sense him in the room. Even
her honed senses failed to discern where he had gone,
what he was doing, where he might be......
....until, that is, she felt a soul-wrenching pull on
the one remaining clamp, the one that claimed her
clit. She writhed in screaming pain as the sensitive
nerve endings felt torn from her, as the chain clit
leash tugged and forced her to walk forward, blindly,
to follow his near-silent footsteps.
Using this intense leash, he led her further and
further into the house, until the pressure on her cunt
lessened, and she sensed that he wanted her to remain
still. With adroit, sure fingers, that last clamp was
removed, and she swooned with the rush of sensation as
the blood swelled back into that area. "Open your
eyes, whore. See where you will be living until I
decide otherwise."
It took her a moment to focus on the spartan
furnishings in the room. Mirrors lined the walls on
two sides of the room, amplifying the garish,
unprotected bulb in the ceiling fixture to
headache-bright intensity. A hospital-style commode in
one corner. No carpeting, only hardwood flooring.
Dozens of tools... floggers, whips.. canes, crops,
paddles... and yards and yards of rope... hung neatly
at arm's height.
Commanding the view of the room though, were two
cages, positioned squarely in the center of the room.
Large, sturdy metal cages, one built rather squarely,
about waist high, and the other tall and narrow that
reached nearly to the ceiling. Both were made of
strong steel bars, and both had staunch, formidable
locks that she knew would be very effective and, she
sensed, frequently used.
He shoved her over the top of the squarish cage and
kicked the insides of her ankles to spread her legs
wide, one on either side of the cage. Shackles seemed
to magically appear around each ankle, holding her
hostage against the cold metal, open and unprotected
against any assault he desired. He bent low over her,
slipped an arm between the bars, and skilled fingers
re-applied the clamp to first one nipple, and then the
next. The chains between the clamps assured that she
would remain bent at the waist, accessible and
vulnerable.
He pulled her head back roughly and shoved a long,
thick penis gag deep into her throat, pulled it tight
around her head, and fastened it with an unmistakable
click of a lock. He pulled her hands far forward,
instructed her to grasp the bar with her left, and
placed a single, small ben wa ball in the other.
"I told you you'd have a tool to ask permission to
speak, and here's the tool. Drop it and i stop. If i
stop, i *stop*, and will leave you here to think long
and hard about your question. Nod your head 'yes' if
you understand, and shake your head 'no' if you
don't." Her nod encouraged him to continue.
"I'm going to take your ass, whore. MY ass. Your care
in preparing for me will determine whether i'm gentle
or not. If you are not absolutely clean, if I find a
single hair on your cunt or around your ass hole, you
will rue your carelessness." Let's get this thing off
you and see what my piece of meat looks like."
With a single motion, he pulled the bulb from between
her breasts, deflated the ass probe that had intruded
so insistently over the past few hours, ripped away
the tape that had held it there, and threw it aside.
Tremors of fear overtook her as she recalled
michelle's words about having missed a spot in her
preparations, and she dreaded his inevitable
discovery.
Strong fingers probed and spread her, and his breath
on her hot skin told her the moment would come soon
when he would learn of her indiscretion. The cold
metal bars pressed against her and her nipples
throbbed under the ceaseless bite of the clamps. She
heard him mutter "unbelievable" and knew he'd
discovered the unattended area.
"slave. I am very very disappointed in you. One small
task, that's all I gave you. You couldn't even do
that. Well I guess we'll have to do this MY way."
Motion in the room, rattling of objects.... seemed to
come from the wall where the tools were hung... more
motion, and he returned to crouch behind her.
Tweezers. She could tell. One hair at a time. Pinching
the exquisitely tender skin between the points once in
a while for emphasis. Excruciatingly painful, and it
seemed to take forever. Surely she couldn't have done
THAT bad a job. Again and again, tearing and ripping
and pinching... yet she remained motionless,
tolerating his attentions.
She felt herself slipping into that syrupy black
mindspace that enveloped her when she pained, that
nothingness that beckoned her, that comforted her body
and soul... until she found herself coldly wrenched
back as something cold and wet.. and STINGING STINGING
found its way to her tender, bruised cunt. The burning
raced through her body, and she struggled against the
gag to scream away the searing sensation.
"No.. no subspace for you. You're going to feel every
bit of this. It's witchhazel, slave. Enjoy it. It's
likely to be the most pleasurable part of the next few
hours." He continued pinching and plucking
nearly-invisible hair from around her asshole...
slowly... one...at...a....time... More witchhazel,
each application timed just as the pain subsided from
the previous one.
"That little mistake will cost you 3 hours, slave. You
don't know what the means, yet, but trust me, you
will. Never EVER let me see you in that condition
again, whore. The next time, i'll use the tip of my
knife to cut them out at the follicle."
Her ass ached from being stretched all day, yet the
ache of being empty, and wishing to be filled was
harder for her to accept. She raised her head to watch
his every movement in the mirrors. Their eyes caught
in the reflection, and a leer danced across his face.
"So.. you want to watch, do you? Well, whore of
MINE... you will have plenty of opportunities to watch
me." He moved closer to her, at the head of the cage,
which required that she tilt her head to a most
uncomfortable angle. He stood there before her, naked,
with a red throbbing angry cock that she knew would
soon be buried deep inside her.
She watched every motion as he slid the latex glove
over his large hand, and then applied lubricant to one
finger of the glove... now two... now three. "slave,
do you know what the word 'savagely' means? Let me use
it in a sentence for you. 'He assaulted her virgin ass
savagely, plunging in deeper and deeper, disregarding
her muffled moans and cries.' Does that help to
explain the word, slave? No need to answer, I don't
want you to talk with your mouth full." And he moved
away, out of her sight, to stake his first
irreversible claim on his property.<
Her mind registered only bits and pieces of the next
few moments. She felt his fingers in her cunt,
removing the used condom she had so sluttily shoved up
there earlier. She felt it thrown casually onto the
middle of her back. She held tight to the ben wa ball
clasped in her hand, determined not to drop it or let
it fall. She felt one finger press against her virgin
ass, insistently push until it opened, and felt the
cold lubricant being slathered inside.
Her ass rose up, involuntarily it seemed, to welcome
this foreign intrusion. She writhed, as much as her
bonds would allow, to encourage that finger deeper
inside her. One finger became two... and then it
became three.. and she started to buck and moan with
the desire it flamed in her. He brought her close to
edge over and over, always stopping just before she
lost control. He toyed with her until he knew she
could stand no more, and then he stopped.
He withdrew his fingers, removed the latex glove, and
dropped it at his feet. She watched his reflection in
the mirror, almost as though watching the scene play
out before her, as he slid a condom over the head of
his throbbing engorged cock, and rolled it to the base
of his shaft. She saw him return to her ass, press it
against her and said.. "It's time, slave. Your ass is
mine. Relax... you're going to take it all for your
Master. You're going to hold off until I cum, slave.
You're going to want to cum over and over, but you
won't. Because I won't let you. What I say, you do.
And what I don't say, you don't do."
And with that, almost as if to punctuate his sentence,
he broke through the tight little rosebud that had
been closed for so long, and took that which was his.
That which she had willingly surrendered to him, that
which she begged for him to rend, to hurt, to assault,
to own.
