This email got me even more excited, nervous and scared than the contract even. This would make it real, and there would be no turning back. This Man had made me his via the internet without laying a hand on me. I had been ordered to get rid of my stuff and put my self in a position to move to Him. I was past the point of turning back or putting a halt to this so I immediately started listing things for sale via the most appropriate means. The next night I got an email stating "Slaves do not speak without permission, does it speak without permission.?" I answered back quickly "it does not speak without permission".
After a week I had made 3,000.00 and sent him the money via fed ex for my "vet" bills. I wasn't sure what that meant but figured it was some reference to being his "dogslave" as he used that term once, and then the whole eating out of bowl's on the floor like a dog. A few days later another email stating "Slaves are used as toilets. It is a toilet" . No more question marks at the end. I realized this was because I signed the contract. He had no need to question me anymore.
After two more weeks of sales I had enough for my travel and was down to only a few more things I could sell, including my car and computer. Sadly I did not own much else after my third divorce, the ex wives had walked away with the major things like homes and savings and stock portfolios. After another week I gave notice to my employer and planned on finishing up my next two weeks at work. At the end of the day I was given a check and told to vacate the premises. I was now officially unemployed.
I wrote Him that night and told him of the turn of events. I also asked him what I should do with any leftover stuff such as clothes that didn't sell. I assumed he would tell me to take it to a goodwill or something. His reply that night was simple. Good! No, Human Beings don't want to touch slave clothes, burn them. Purchase your ticket for 14 days from now. Fly to Anchorage, AK. Get a room under your previous name, matthew williams, at the Capt. Cook Hotel. Check in and call me with your room number. Go directly to your room, leave the door open, wait on your knees. Leave my watch, camera equipment and cashiers check on the desk in the room. My phone number is .....
Do not contact me again until you are calling with the room number. Follow the contract explicitly.
The next few days my stomach was churning. On Saturday I took a ride out to a deserted field on the other side of town and burned all my clothes except for the one outfit I had been allowed to keep. I had purchased my ticket to Seattle, and then from there I was booked on Alaska Airlines to Anchorage. I had my reservation for the hotel, but would not know my room number until check in. I sold my car, computer and just about everything else the following week. With only a few days to go until my flight I became almost sick with fear, and then desire, lust, fear, back and forth for days on end.
When the big day had come I was almost calm as I headed out to the airport for my first flight, with my only luggage being a watch, camera bag, drivers license, passport and my two powers of attorney.
It wasn't until I was in line about to go through the scanner at the airport that I remembered the two silver rings tying my genitals together. I almost fainted when the alarm went off as I walked through. I was sent back again, with the same result. I was taken over to the side for a personal scanning. When the wand went off again at my genital area the TSA agent asked what could be setting it off. I then quietly told him I had a couple of piercings down there. He told me I would have to have a private screening, and then guided me by my elbow to a room on the side set up for private screening. I could see all kinds of strange looks from other passengers and TSA agents as I was whisked away.
This time the scanning was done again, but when he got to my crotch he just said to lower my pants and underwear so the piercings are visible. As I was doing this I remembered the panties as well and almost died from humiliation as I lowered them. When the TSA agent saw the panties he snickered, but then let out a "holy shit" when he realized the purpose of the piercings. He looked at it for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a few seconds. I was told to get dressed again, and was then escorted back out the door. I was totally humiliated by this, but sadly very excited as well. My little dick was straining at the rings to get hard. Once again, I was on my way though, "free" to travel to Seattle.
When I boarded the Alaska airlines flight in Seattle and sat down, I realized how crazy this was to be doing, but I was so caught up in the fantasy I couldn't stop myself. I was sweating profusely and actually had to get a paper towel to dry myself off. I even got excited thinking how this may be the last time I ever get to sit in a chair again. I know that most people think I am probably insane to be doing this life altering event, going to be with a Man I never met, and allowing myself to be used as a slave. I know it is crazy, but that is the problem with living your life as a fantasy, if you think about something long enough and support that fantasy in your head enough, it becomes real, at least to me.
Before I knew it the 3 hour flight was over and I was headed in a taxi to the Capt. Cook hotel. Even at this point it was still a fantasy I was playing out, even when I checked in, received my room number, and called Him from the lobby. A machine answered with a deep gruff voice saying to leave a message. I said 341A and hung up. I quickly went to the room, but everything on the desk as directed including his watch, wallet, and ID, noticed that the time was 7:30pm, got on my knees and waited....
The End.
Jenny Gets A 'Sister'
Kay fidgeted nervously on the hard plastic chair in the fast-food restaurant. The plastic was cool, but seemed to stick to her bare ass under the skirt. The rear garters holding her black nylons were uncomfortably pressing into her thighs. From jenny's description, Kay immediately spotted Master when He entered. She watched His confident stride as He brought His coffee to the table.
He sat down opposite her. "You are Kay." Not a question, but a statement.
"Yes, Sir," she answered shyly..
"Jenny has told me about you. She thought you might be a worthy addition to our family, if I approved."
"Well I'm not too happy now," Kay said, eyes on the tabletop.
"I have certain absolute rules in my household," Master told her. "If I accept you, then you will obey all of them at all times. I will train you with pain to serve, and for my pleasure. You will be a complete slave to me. You will service me in any way I wish. If I whore you out, it will be the same as you serving me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Kay said.
"If you dare to even attempt to cheat on me, I'll throw you out on the street. There will be no second chance."
"I understand, Sir. The only reason I'm talking with you now is that jenny has told me what a wonderful Master You are. My boyfriend is a cruel bastard. H-h-he hurts me then picks up barflies and will bring them over to my apartment just to tease me. I know I'm not much to look at, Sir, but I'll work really hard to please You. I'd be honored to be trained by You and to be able to serve alongside jenny. You won't regret it, Sir, I promise," Kay's tears began.
"Well, just so you know up front, there will be pain, plenty of it," Master reminded her. "I've trained jenny so she can only cum with severe pain and tears in her eyes. I will do the same to you."
"I can take it, Sir. I'll gladly suffer anything You require."
"Humm..., we'll see. That's much easier said than done."
He came around to her side of the table and sat beside her. Immediately his hand snaked up her thigh under her skirt, past the top of her stocking to her crotch. She gave a little gasp at the intrusion, but dutifully spread her legs for Him.
"Black stockings and garter belt with no panties. Obviously jenny told you how to dress for me. Good girl," Master told her.
He checked her slit for dampness. It was. Then He removed His hand and presented His finger to her lips. This simple act of tasting herself melted her. Never had she felt more submissive or slutty. 'Oh,' she thought, 'jenny is so lucky to serve this wonderful man.'
"Alright, Kay, you've passed the first part of the
interview. Clean up the table and meet me in the parking lot." With that, He left her to straighten her skirt, dispose of the trash, and follow Him outside as fast as her heels would carry her.
She was told to follow Him home. "Don't worry, slut, jenny knows what I'm doing with you today, well most of it anyway. She's been sent out to the gym and shopping, with orders not to return until 5 o'clock."
Involuntarily she looked at her watch: 11 AM.
When they arrived, she was directed to park beside His car in the garage.
As the door came down, He ordered her to strip to heels, hose and garter belt. Ashamed of her overweight body, she blushed furiously, but complied. Buckling a wide, very thick collar around her neck, He then put leather wrist restraints on her which He fastened to the rear of the collar.
He guided her to the dungeon room with smacks on each ass cheek. Once they entered the room, the door closed with an ominous click. Releasing her wrists from the collar, He gave her a consent/release form to sign indicating that the session was totally voluntary on her part and giving up any legal recourse for the activities or outcome. Then her wrists were snapped to a ceiling hook and her arms were winched high overhead until she could just barely stand on tiptoe.
Taking a riding crop from a rack, He circled her, poking, prodding, thoroughly examining her externally.
"A bit of a belly there," He commented, delivering two quick swats of the crop above and below her navel.
"Decent thighs, nice calves," again the crop for emphasis. "That ass has enough padding for some serious punishment," here the crop hit hard enough to cause a sharp intake of breath, but otherwise Kay remained silent.
He pinched her ear lobes. "Looks like you could use some piercing, my dear."
After stroking her ample breasts, He hoisted both up by the nipples. She moaned. Dropping one, He hit the tender underside of the other one with the crop, then repeated the process on the other one. Kay gave a little squeal of pain, but held the strict position.
"Here's the situation today, Kay. There will be no penetration today, oral, vaginal, or anal, although you may be able to earn an orgasm. We'll see. It depends on how well you respond to pain, and your obedience. If I decide to accept you for training, you will move here immediately and be tested for STDs. You will have no sexual intercourse with anyone for six months, then be tested again. If you test clean at that time, then I will use all your holes at any time, in any fashion I desire. Do you understand?"
Her "Yes, Sir" came out a little timid. It was hard to believe this splendid man would consider training her. It was beyond her dreams.
"If you become one of my women, I will
discipline you to orgasm only on command, under extreme pain with tears in your eyes. You will experience severe breast and nipple torture, orifice reaming and stretching, and learn to deep throat. I will provide your wardrobe and you will only wear what I say. Once in training, there will never be a 'safe word.' If I decide to whip you until I draw blood, then I will. If I decide to pierce you anywhere on your body, you will happily submit. If I decide on brands or tattoos, you will obey. You will suffer for my pleasure and your improvement as you are trained to become a perfect slut. If I whore you out to friends, you will do so, and tell them you are my pain-slut. Right now your only decision is whether you want a 'safe word' for today only, or if you'd prefer a gag and a 'safe gesture."
"I-I'd like to be gagged, Sir, unless my screams would excite You."
"Very good! Spoken like a true bitch," Master was pleased with her response. Perhaps she would make a suitable addition to the household after all.
"Here's how it works. If you drop this, the session stops and you leave," He said, pressing a tennis ball into her hand.
As He brought the thick cock-shaped gag to her lips, she begged, "Please, Sir, I can't hold this big ball. I'm afraid I'll drop it accidentally. Oh please, Sir, gag me. I don't want a 'safe gesture'!"
"Are you absolutely certain, Kay? Once we begin, there's no stopping until the session is completed, and I know how to make a cunt scream, as jenny has told you, no doubt."
"I'm sure, M-Master. Please make the gag tight and use me hard," she condemned herself to the tortures she craved.
The silicone cock was thick, the strap tight. Within seconds her jaw began to ache. Giving each breast another taste of the crop, He turned to the corner sink and soon returned with a bulging enema bag which He attached to her suspension chain above her head.
"Did you give yourself a clean-out enema as jenny instructed?" He asked while lubing up a life-sized cock-shaped nozzle.
Unable to speak, Kay bowed her head and shook it.
"This is only two quarts of hot water, not even any soap. It's just to rinse you out a little and give you something to think about during your first whipping,"
Absent any foreplay, she groaned as He spread her cheeks and pushed the nozzle in relentlessly until it was fully seated. When He released the flow, she could feel the heat from the tubing along her spine and in her crack before the gush of hot water began filling her bowels.
"As I said, this is only two quarts. Eventually you'll learn to take four quarts or more if I decide. And then there's all the punishment recipes I use as well, strong soap, lemon juice, vinegar, milk and molasses. The vinegar is especially effective. Even a cup of it in a bag of hot water and you'll hardly be able to hold it for even seconds. But then of course, I've got ways to make sure it stays in so you can enjoy the intense cramping as long as I wish," He told her as the cramps began.
The two quarts distended her belly. He rubbed it and pressed in. She groaned.
"You think this is bad, slut? A standing four quart filling will have you begging for mercy. And because of your belly, in the future you'll get all your enemas wearing a girdle or corset. I know how to make a bitch suffer," He reminded her.
"A standing enema is the worst, unless I hang you by your ankles and then fill you completely. You'll drain and ache for hours after a suspension punishment enema session, I assure you."
As the cramps twisted her insides, her slit began twitching with excitement despite her imagination cringing at the terrors He described.
'I'm such a slut,' she thought as her legs began quivering with the strain.
When the bag was drained, He clamped the hose and removed the nozzle, none too gently either. An inflatable plug was inserted. The sound of the inflation bulb vied with her moans as the device grew and sealed her ass.
"There, now we're ready to begin," He laughed, picking up the riding crop once again.
Her ass, legs, belly and tits all glowed crimson when He exchanged the crop for a wooden paddle. He showed her the holes drilled in it spelling out 'SLUT', then proceeded to bruise most of the same areas. When He laid the paddle aside, the mass of small red bruises resembled chicken-pox.
The beating had taken her mind off the churning quarts inside her gut, but soon the cramping was at the forefront again. Tears were washing her cheeks as He brought up and adjusted a tall floor stand with a vibrator affixed on top. He adjusted the mechanism until it was firmly mashing her clit, but made no move to turn it on.
"Are you absolutely sure you want to continue?" He asked.
Through a mist of tears, Kay nodded. Oh she wanted this more than anything in the world right now! 'Oh please, Master,' her mind screamed, 'hurt me, use me!' She thrust her pelvis into the steel knob, seeking relief.
"You want that, do you? You want that vibrator on your clitty?" He teased.
She answered with a vigorous head shake and lascivious thrusting.
"Remember my rules? You earn orgasms with pain," He reminded her as He attached two serious clamps to her nipples. Their sharp teeth brought a squeal and some tiptoe dancing as she vainly tried to escape their awful bite. But after no more than fifteen seconds of agony, Kay was again dry-humping the silent vibrator.
Master wrapped a nylon strap around the vibrator's support post and her thighs, securing the implement to her.
Picking up a limber fiberglass switch, He began lashing her boobs. Not as heavy as a cane, it soon raised welts nevertheless. Her limited thrashing about only made the pendulous mounds swing and sway with frightful agony from the relentless clamps.
"I think you're about ready for your first pain-orgasm, don't you?" Master inquired.
When Kay gave no answer with her head, He slapped her welted tits hard to bring her back from sub-space. Focused again, she lowered her eyes and nodded assent.
Her knees buckled when He removed both clamps simultaneously. 'Gawd, that hurts!' her mind screamed.
Slapping her breasts until she was again standing straight, He winched the chain up another inch and a half, bringing her literally en pointe. Her toes and legs shrieked in agony at the strict position. When Master approached, flexing two different but wicked looking clamps, her eyes bulged in terror. True, He did ease the tension gradually onto her tortured buds, but as the full spring pressure bit into her tortured flesh, she saw flashes of orange and red behind her clenched eyelids. It hurt so frightfully she'd have gone on tiptoe but she was already there, so could only stand motionless and suffer.
She was crying uncontrollably now. Master switched the vibrator on and began beating her burning boobs with a leather cat-o-nine. She screamed, she cried, she begged, begged for mercy, begged for pain, she writhed, she danced, and she came - came as never before. It felt like her entire body had become her clit, like every nerve ending was twisting in orgasm.
When the earthquake subsided and she hung limply by her wrists, Master removed the clamps and turned the vibrator off. She never felt either. For the first time in her life, Kay had actually fainted, she came so completely.
With a cool wet wash clothe, He gently bathed her face to revive her. Returning to the land of the living, Kay could only recall the spectacular orgasm that consumed her and the wonderful Master who could give her such a feeling. When He unbuckled the jaw-stretching gag and removed the cock from between her teeth, she sobbed, "Thank You, Master. Thank You for using me like that. Oh Master, this slut will do anything to serve You. I'll do anything, be anything You want me to be. Please, just keep me, Sir, and use me." Her begging and gratitude degenerated into gibberish as He gently kissed her swollen lips, and wiped her tear-streaked face.
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