by Anita Dobs
Victoria felt his hand around hers, strong and warm. She had always trusted her instincts, and so far in her career, they had always been right. Her instincts were telling her to sign the contract. It was an irrational thing to do, but there was something in his eyes that seemed to compel her to do so. Kindness, yet also a firmness that she needed in a man. As she looked at him, she intuited that he already knew that she was going to sign the contract; there was not a doubt in his mind, he was just waiting for the inevitable. Victoria picked up the contract and read it:
The slave agrees to perform all duties required of her by the master.
The master agrees to take care of all the slaves material needs.
The slave agrees to submit to all requests of the master.
The master agrees to unconditional gratification of the slaves needs.
The slave will endure whatever the master sees fit for the slave's discipline and development.
The master may request the slaves presence at any time.
The slave has a right to refuse the masters demands of her company, but will be punished at a later stage.
Victoria read everything on the contract, the term 'slave' didn't sit well with her at first, but she felt an excitement in her body she had never experienced before. It was the excitement of not knowing what would happen, what exactly would being 'a slave' entail. She had no idea, but she couldn't deny she wanted to find out. Hesitating, the pen hovering over the contract in her hand; she looked up at Phillip and saw the glow of the flames reflecting off his face and in his eyes, and she had never felt so alive... and so she decided to do possibly the most irrational thing she'd ever done in her life... she put pen to paper and signed.
Phillip raised his glass and said,
“So be it, we are now master and slave. Finish your drink Victoria. There is much work to be done.”
Victoria finished the last drop of champagne, and Phillip led her out to a hallway lit with oil lamps from a bygone era. She wondered why there was no electricity in that section of the house, but knew that it must be because it kept a certain ambiance to the place. As the lights cast shadows on the walls, flickering and dancing, she walked past old oil paintings. Phillip led her by the hand to a door, and then, turning around to face her, he held both of her hands in his, and told her,
“After this, there will be no going back. Do you understand?”
Victoria knew what he meant to say, this was her last chance to back out of the deal. But she didn't want to. His eyes, his face, his bearing, all told her that this was a man who knew what life was all about, and knew what it was she really needed, even though she herself was unsure. She replied simply, looking up at him,
“I understand.”
Phillip opened the door and walked her down some dark stairs that were barely lit. Arriving at the bottom, she saw a room glowing with candles placed all around. Phillip must have had his servant prepare the room, she thought. In the center of the room was a four-poster bed, adorned with satin sheets. But on the walls were manacles that hung downwards. On a table were various implements, the like of which Victoria could scarcely guess at, although the huge dildo and vibrators caught her eye and she knew exactly what they were for. Candelabras were positioned around the room, giving the place a regal feel to it. Phillip took off his dinner jacket and threw it on the bed and walked back towards Victoria and told her firmly to sit on one of the leather chairs in the room,
“Now you will submit to everything I say” Victoria simply nodded, and took her position. Phillip then knelt down in front of her and told her to spread her legs wide,
“The first phase of your initiation as my slave will now begin.”, Victoria saw the gleam in his eyes as he looked at her, and then his eyes traced their way down to her panties. She could feel the wetness already seeping through the silk, and then Phillip stroked his fingers over the outside lightly. Victoria's legs were positioned over either arm of the chair, and Phillip used one finger to pull her panties to the side, revealing her shaven pussy. Phillip gave out a pant, one solitary pant for a second, taking in the view of his slave's soft and wet mound in front of him. Bringing his face forward towards her, Victoria saw him extend his tongue, as it then finally moved along her lips and pressed inwards along her wetness. Victoria's hips moved forward to receive more of his tongue, as it glided up and down her. Philip allowed his tongue to move down towards her wet entrance, and Victoria's body jolted with expectation. Pulling her hips forward more, Phillip spread her lips open wide, and thrust his tongue deep inside her. She gyrated her hips instinctively ,as he slid his long tongue in and out of her rhythmically. She felt her body go limp and compliant.
As she looked down at him, Victoria felt a primal flush of intense desire for him to take her completely; it wasn't only that now seeing his chiseled features feasting on her pussy was making her need his lordly manhood inside her, it was the whole situation. She had signed the contract, and somehow, the fact she now couldn't refuse him, only made her need him more.
Philip got up and went over to the table and brought back a long vibrator. His face was partially cast in a shadow from the light of the candles, but as he got closer to Victoria, she could see his intense eyes looking deeply at her, as if melting her, and into a place no one else had really ever entered.
“This is my first implement of your training. And you will have to take as much of it as I see fit.” Phillip was holding the vibrator up for her to see,
“It's really not necessary.” Said Victoria, “Just give me your cock Phillip, that's what I really want.”
Victoria was surprised by her own direct and lustful request, but she was feeling dizzy, and feeling her need for him reach boiling point. But Phillip became stern, and fixedly looked her in the eye and told her,
“It is not for you to say what you want, it is for you to accept what is given unquestioningly. This is the part of your training that will turn you into the submissive you are destined to be.”
Victoria went silent in anticipation, as Phillip then put the top of the vibrator into her and turned it on. Victoria felt the head of it vibrate inside. Phillip then slipped it deliciously further into her, as far as it could go. Victoria gasped, and then Phillip eased it in and out slowly, teasing her was he looked in her eyes. The vibration from it was hitting Victoria's pleasure spots, and she could feel herself getting wetter,
“Please sir, can I touch my breasts.” Victoria begged him,
“Good girl. You are learning fast. I knew you had potential. Yes, you may.”
Victoria reached into her silk bra and started massaging her own breast, and touched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Just as she did this, and was looking at Phillip concentrating intently on the vibrator going in and out of her pussy, Phillip leaned forward again, and started licking her clit. Victoria's back arched as Phillips warm tongue lapped at her like waves breaking on the beach. He started to push harder and harder with the vibrator inside her. It was almost too much for Victoria to take as it seemed larger than she had expected, and Phillip then had to forcibly hold Victoria's legs up so he could continue to pleasure her with the vibrator, and still lick her the way he knew she needed.
Phillip could feel that Victoria was strong-willed, and that it was going to take some real work and discipline to make her compliant, and so slapped her hard on her bare ass, leaving a red hand mark where his hand had been. Victoria yelped, and acquiesced her body further as the vibrator stimulated the base of her cervix. Victoria wanted to ride on it, the more she got, the more she wanted; but what she really desired was some further orders from her new master, her first master. Phillip seemed to sense what she wanted, and moved her body around, bending her over the chair.
With her buttocks protruding, Phillip began to thrust the humming vibrator in and out of her, while spanking her rhythmically at the same time. Victoria sank her teeth into the leather chair as she tried to brace herself for the deletable onslaught. The smell of the leather, a
nd the ox blood and gold patterned wallpaper in front of her, added to the ambiance, but she could barely keep her eyes open as Phillip, with his other hand, took off her bra and freed her breasts, as she was on her knees on the chair with her body rocking backwards and forwards each time Phillip saw fit to spank her, with his warm palm dashing against her fleshy cheeks.
Pulling her silk panties to the side more, Phillip exposed Victoria's rear-end fully; she felt some of Phillips warm saliva land on her, and it made her brace herself for a moment of delight.
“What are you doing?” She asked, still not being able to fully turn around.
Phillip just said,
“You'll find out soon enough.” Matter-of-factly; and Victoria felt the tip of his finger go inside her back-passage. It was, at first, an unusual sensation for her; she'd never had anything enter there before, and certainly couldn't see the fascination with doing so either... but at that very moment, she thrilled at the sensation. Phillips' finger tip moved inside her slowly, in a motion that was similar to the way you'd beckon someone who'd done something wrong to come and get their punishment. The vibrator was still going deep inside as she clawed at the chair with her hands. The feeling of two things inside her, made her feel wanton. It wasn't what she'd expected from herself. Surely no liberated woman wanted to be treated like this, but she knew, in fact, she did want this. It was what she had always wanted, no matter how politically incorrect it may have been.
Phillip inserted his finger deeper into her anus, and for a moment Victoria wasn't sure if it felt like pleasure or pain, but as he moved his finger around inside her she knew it was most definitely pleasure. Her tit's brushed against the smooth satin of the cushion under her, as her body moved in compliance to the sexual stimulation she was receiving in her first lesson as a slave to a lord.
Phillip needed the super-models' lips around him, and so told her to get on her knees on the floor. She did so without hesitation, with Phillip, sliding his pants down and around his ankles. His cock revealed itself to be as exceptionally long and hard as Victoria had secretly hoped. It had a slight curve to it, and she knew that, because of that, it would angle upwards and brush her G-spot effortlessly. But at that moment, Victoria did as she was told.
“I want you to lick around the side of my penis, it is your duty now to pleasure me, my slave.”
Victoria wanted so badly to touch her own pussy when he said this, but her other hand was now cupping his balls, as she slid her hand along his long shaft and then moved her tongue around the tip of him. She made sure her tongue gave the right amount of pressure and softness to please her new master. Phillip grabbed her hair and pulled it back so Victoria was now looking up at him as she licked around the top of his cock. His manly dick somehow made he feel so submissive to him, he was dominating her, and making her feel this was what she'd wanted all her life. She slid her tongue down to his balls and licked at the base of them, making his body shudder. His cock in the candle light cast a shadow on the deep pile carpet beneath her, the shadows made it look even longer than it already was. As she then moved her tongue up to the top of his cock again. Phillip pulled her head forward, thrusting his dick into her mouth right to the back of her throat. She gagged, but Phillip allowed her head to move out again and she felt a desire to force it down her once more, which she did as she looked up at his acute features in the candlelight. Grabbing at his muscular ass, she started to pull him towards herself, making him fuck her mouth; it excited her, she knew he was using her mouth as a fuck-tool, but that only made it more exciting. Her pussy was already wet, but it was getting more so, as Victoria felt his wide girth opening her mouth up. His hands now on her shoulders, pulling her forward onto him ever more.
“I will have you whenever I choose Victoria. And you will submit every time.” Phillip stated, as he looked down at her. Victoria murmured her compliance and continued to engulf him in her mouth. The alcohol she had drunk earlier made her giddy, she felt the room spin slightly; but it was not a bad feeling, it was the kind of sensation that made her feel she was somehow merging with Phillip. She couldn't quite explain it, but she was becoming one with him in some way. He suddenly lifted her up and pulled her over to the large soft bed, making Victoria gasp at his strength. Turning her over, face up and on the bed, he raised her legs up and without any warning or ceremony, arched his cock deep inside her. It was what Victoria had been waiting for, and the anticipation had made the moment all the more ecstatic. all nine inches of Philip went up to the hilt in her.
Her wetness had already been flowing out of her, and as his thick length began thrusting in and out of her, he was like a man possessed, the years of desire for her finally culminating in that very moment. Her panties were still on, and she could feel his cock brushing up against the side of them as he remorselessly took her. With her legs up high, he gripped her ankles together and rode her like a willful mare in need of taming. Victoria had known many men, but none with the fierceness and desire that Phillip had in his eyes for her. She knew she wasn't just another woman; he had waited for her and watched her from afar. It had been him outside the modeling show in central London, in the limousine she had seen. It had been him that had taken the trouble to find out that her deepest desire was to be submitted to a worthy master... it had all been planned, and she knew it as he thrust deeply into her, staring into her eyes and wanting to enter her not only physically, but to merge with her very soul.
She felt owned, it was what she had always wanted. None of this equality crap; sure, she had acted it out, accepting common thought and playing the game; but what she had desired above all else was a viciously passionate man who'd dominate her, that fucked her to within what seemed like an inch of her life... and with Phillip, she got it. He knew what she wanted, he knew what she needed, and he just took, and knew that by taking her body and using it as his object of pleasure, he was fulfilling her every desire.
As he rode her, she felt her abdomen start to contract, it was subtle at first, but then the spasms started to increase. The light in the room seemed to grow more intense, as did Philip, as she writhed under him, trying to escape, but not really wanting to, as he held her firm in place. He reached up and grabbed her hair and pulled it towards him, and it slightly hurt her, but she was his slave now, and whatever he wanted was accepted without question. His final thrusts were brutal, like an animal seeking to consume its prey, Victoria felt it come all at once, she screamed loudly and came with her body jerking, yet still not being able to really move much under him. It only added to her intense orgasm that was careening through her. Phillip pulled out and then straddled himself over Victoria's still panting mouth, as her tongue extended to receive his cum. There was a part of her just observing what she was doing, and almost shocked at her own behavior; but that part of herself had no control over her now, he did.
He burst forth and shot over her cheek and into her mouth, she moved her mouth forward, desiring receive all of his pearlescence. But there was too much, and some spilled itself on the satin sheets. With Philip reeling, she reached down with her finger and took some onto it and smoothed it onto her breasts. Some of his juice was on her face, and some also her hair, but she felt owned... she felt as if this was what she had been needing for many years. All the cameras, the famous stars, the media attention, none of it came close to that moment in her mind.
Falling onto the bed beside her, Phillip gasped as his body reached for hers. He put his arm around her as she, with her finger, wiped the last of his billionaire come into her mouth, and she took it down. Sliding his hand up to one of her breasts and smoothing his cum into them more, he moved his leg over her thigh and held her closer to him.
…
Waking up, Victoria found Phillip gone. It was only her lying on the bed. She couldn't tell what time of day or night it was, but she put on what little clothes she had, and traced her way back to the place where the attire she had worn the previous evening was. It was morning she could tell, as she saw the sun
tracing lines on the wooden floors through the windows in the hallway. Perkins, The butler, appeared as she walked into the main corridor and greeted her with a smile, and told her,
“The master has some business to attend to, and I do sincerely apologize as I was supposed to ensure I was there when you awoke.”
It made Victoria feel better. She had expected Philip to be there when she awoke, but what the butler had said, had made her dismiss her previous feelings of abandonment that had been rising in her heart. Perkins led her into a sumptuous dining room with fresh flowers placed all along the table. The scent of them filled the room and there was a note on the table beside the plate, it read:
'I have business to attend to, but, the next time you are in London I will send for you. Your training is only just beginning. There is still much work we must do together my Victoria. P.Claringdale.'
Victoria read the note as her breakfast was served by a slip of maid nervously placing the food in front of her. Victoria smiled, knowing now that to serve was indeed divine. After she had finished eating, the butler led her to the large front doors, and told her there was a car ready and waiting to take her back to her hotel in London. But before she left, with silver tray in-hand, he presented her with a gold credit card.
“What's this for?” She asked, confused, looking at it and turning it over in her hand.
“This is a credit card that you can use for whatever you desire or need. It is the masters wish ,and duty, that you have this. The contract stated that all your needs would be taken care of, and this is just one of them.”
Victoria looked at the card again; she didn't really need financial assistance in any way, shape or form, but she took it as a part of her contract... a contract she now hoped would fulfill her and her life for the coming years.
