Slave To Love (A Journey in Bondage and Discipline)

by Nightly, A. L

  SLAVE TO LOVE

  A Journey in

  Bondage and Discipline

  A.L Nightly

  SLAVE TO LOVE A Journey in Bondage and Discipline is Copyright © A.L Nightly 2013

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  A.L Nightly Copyright © 2013

  Beginnings

  Sitting down at her computer she idly turned on the monitor. She never turned the thing off anymore just so that if there happened to be anything she wanted to look up or do it was on and available.

  Computers were also tragic when it came to eating and corrupting data if you shut them down. She laughed than smiled as she picked up her morning coffee. Taking a sip as she checked her morning email. There were spam messages, a few join now to make money emails, and an e-bill for her cell phone. She sighed and was about to turn the monitor off again, before her heart skipped a beat.

  Amid the spam and bills was the message she had been waiting for with excitement as well as dread. It had been months since she had answered his classified ad while on a drunken bender after she had been dumped in the worst way possible.

  * * *

  She had come to her boyfriend's studio apartment hoping to surprise him by bringing dinner and a movie. Unlocking the door she had been greeted to his toned, round buttocks as they thrust up and down in between some very tan legs wrapped around his back. Faye had screamed as she dropped the Chinese takeout to the floor as the romantic movie she had picked from redbox slipped from her hand as well.

  Her boyfriend had thrust a couple more times before he turned to look at her.

  “FAYE?!” He shouted as he jumped off of the woman whom he had been thrusting in to. “This isn't what it looks like.”

  “What is it then, Jean?” Faye shouted at him. “Did you trip?”

  “Well, I suppose it is what it looks like, but it...” He ran his hand through his mop of damp golden hair. His well-defined abs heaved as he tried to calm down sand breathe normally. Faye crossed her arms over her ample breasts and sighed as she waited for his excuse. Her eyes slowly trailed down his chiselled pectorals, all the way down to his rock hard abs, to his now waning penis. Thin, but long Faye shuddered a bit as she looked at it. It may not fill her, but it was able to get the job done. None of her other boyfriends had been able to reach or even find her G-spot.

  She hadn't even known she had one until his golden cock had found it. She smiled at it. It was probably because it curved slightly to the left. She had tried to find it on her own before, but had no luck. When his dick found it she had screamed herself hoarse as she came harder than she had in her life. She smiled again her upper lip raising slightly to show her teeth. Her boyfriend took her smile to mean that she wasn't angry with him any more.

  “Hey, babe,” He whispered huskily and she noticed his cock had jumped to life and was getting stiffer. “You want to join us?”

  “WHAT?!” Faye exploded jerking her greenish gold eyes up to stare in to his blue ones. She hoped that he was joking, but the look on his face told her that he wasn't joking. “You are unbelievable!”

  “Why?” He whined at her. “Because you kept telling me that we would have a threesome one day.”

  “I WAS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO FIND THE THIRD!” Faye shouted at him.

  “WELL!” He shouted back. “YOU TOOK TOO LONG! CASSIE HERE DOES WHATEVER I WANT HER TOO!”

  “Really?!” Faye shouted back.

  “Come here and suck my dick, whore!” Her boyfriend barked the order to the tan, leggy, brunette on the bed.

  The woman hopped off the bed and came to crouch in front of him. Pushing Faye backwards out of her way in the process. Kneeling in front of Jean, she reached between his legs and cradled his balls. Leaning her head forward she ran her tongue over first one and then the other. She nuzzled them against her cheek, and with her nose. As her boyfriend, Jean, stared Faye directly in the eyes as this was happening.

  Faye couldn't believe what was happening. More so, she could not believe that it was happening right in front of her. Cassie moved her other hand up to grip the shaft of his cock. She stuck out her tongue and started tonguing the mushroomed head while he continued to stare in to Faye's eyes. Shocked, she couldn't seem to drag herself from the room, or away from the overly sexual Cassie. Cassie rubbed his balls as she began sucking on his dick. One hand was running up and down the shaft of his cock. From the base to the head and back again. While the other hand brushed across his balls, gently tugging on them occasionally. She continued to work her mouth magic on his shaft and the head with her tongue and mouth. Cassie moved her hand all the way to the base of his dick before she slammed her whole mouth down on it. Taking it all the way in to the back of her throat.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, baby,” Jean groaned as Cassie worked her magic on him. Within seconds he was bucking his hips against her mouth. He fucked her mouth while holding her by the back of the head slamming her face on to his cock as hard and fast as he could. He thrust all the way in to her mouth as he spewed his load of cum in to the back of Cassie's throat. He pulled it out slowly so that Faye was treated to the sight of a long tendril of cum mixed with spit that was hanging from Cassie's mouth and lips still connected to Jean's rapidly deflating penis. He smiled at Faye, and shook his still semi-hard dick at her. Faye scoffed and slapped it before turning and brought her knee up in to his balls. Jean had dropped to his knees in pain.

  “I suppose this means you're breaking up with me,” Her now ex boyfriend laughed from where he lay on the floor holding himself. Faye kicked him in the ribs before turning to storm out of the apartment, leaving the movie, take out, and her old life behind. She had decided at that very moment to never again date an asshole.

  * * *

  She now stared at the response on her screen. She had never actually expected an answer after a week had went by.

  * * *

  It had been very late at night and, she was alone for the first weekend in years. Faye had wanted... No, needed some stimulation. She was a literal boiler plate of hot and bothered sexual tension and desires. Her pussy, sopping wet and tingling with desire, but her release wouldn't come. She had exhausted her supply of vegetables shaped like phallus', erotic stories, and was just not in the mood chat room sex. She had momentarily even considered Craigslist's casual encounters section, but quickly decided against that idea having remembered all the crazy horror stories that revolved around that website. She idly started porn site hopping. Something most women would never admit to doing. She had started on one site and every time a picture would catch her fancy she would click it.

  Soon, she was jumping websites quickly trying to find something kinky. Something raunchy. Something that would have set her panties on fire if she had still been wearing them. In between watching small sample clips, and reading the few paragraphs of steamy stories that the sites boasted she came upon another site. It was a bondage and discipline hookup site with ads from Masters seeking slaves and subs. It also had subs and slaves looking for Masters, but that wasn't what she wanted as all of the ads seemed whiny to her. She looked over the ads from the Masters. She giggled nervously before she downed her entire glass of wine in nearly one gulp.

  She was drinking much more than she had intended to. She had begun the night with a full bottle of her favorite wine, Manischewitz
. It was delicious, but it was also very deceiving. You could drink three glasses and not feel the effects of it until you attempted to stand. Faye poured herself another glass and giggled to herself again as she slid her fingers around her clit. Her clit rose up as the blood rushed to it. It may have been the wine or it may have been that she was still angry at Jean for cheating on her. Although, it was probably both. She wavered slightly as she looked at the picture. She remembered Cassie sucking on Jean's cock. Heat jumped in to her face as she got angry that watching that woman suck on her ex's cock had turned her on as much as it did. Faye half growled and, half hissed angrily to herself as she remembered had Cassie choking on his long cock as it pumped his seed down her throat. Faye had wanted to lean forward and kiss the cum out of Cassie's mouth while her Jean bent her over to slide himself in to her. His spit lubed cock would have slid right in to her.

  “Damn him!” Faye said out loud to her empty house. “Damn him and fuck her!”

  She smiled to herself as she half jokingly clicked on an ad that had suddenly her caught eye. The ad was displaying a woman kneeling in front of a man tall, darkly tan, dark-haired man. The woman was gorgeous with beautiful long flowing 80's style hair, and was wearing only a simple looking tunic. Her email program brought up an empty email, and she typed her response quickly before she lost the nerve.

  From: Faye Rybalov

  Subject: Answer To My Prayers

  Date: December 21 2012 04:49

  To: Master Darrius Cellante

  I am a single white female, blonde hair, green eyes. I am 23 years old and a college graduate in the field of communication. I am writing to you, because I have seen your ad. I would very much like to apply to become your live in slave.

  I will come to your house, live with you, and obey your every word.

  Whips, chains, humiliation, and kinky sex are most welcome!

  Please respond ASAP!

  She fumbled around in the folders in her computer as she searched for a picture of herself. Going through her picture folders, before she finally found one that she considered funny. It was a picture from a college themed Halloween party. The theme had been Star Wars. She dressed as slave Princess Leia. Her long blonde hair was pulled back and secured with a barrette. Her green eyes sparkled in the picture and her long braid draped over one of her shoulders just as Leia's had been. She had bought the costume especially for that party. Idly, she wondered if she still had the costume somewhere.

  She poured herself another glass of wine and hit send.

  The next day she had awoken with a hangover and could not believe what she had done. She found it in her sent folder. She could not believe it. She looked at the picture again after browsing through her browser history searching for it.

  “Oh, my god... Oh my god...” She squealed helplessly. It was sent and there was no way to get it back. She shook with fear and apprehension as she checked her email. No response. She sighed with relief. No return receipt. That ad was probably from the early 90's considering how the woman's hair looked in the ad. She giggled to herself and took another sip of her coffee, and had forgotten about it. Until now...

  From: Master Darrius Cellante

  Subject: Re:Answer To My Prayers

  Date: February 1 2013 02:11

  To: Faye Rybalov

  Slave Faye,

  This is my response to your email about the classified ad that I placed last year. Since there has recently been an opening in my home and time I am informing you that you may become my new slave if that is your wish.

  I warn you however that you wish to become my slave there is no turning back. You can never return to your old life. You are mine and mine alone forever. If you try to leave me I will hunt you down and you shall be punished severely. I do not tolerate disobedience from my slaves.

  You will also have to share me. I have other slaves as well which are in need of discipline from time to time. If you were hoping for a one on one master/slave bond feel free to look elsewhere. I enjoy having many slaves as opposed to just one. One would get very boring for me, and would become very bored as I go on business trips.

  During these trips I am gone for days if not weeks at a time. You may or may not be chosen to accompany me during these trips. I do not choose the same girls all of the time. Jealousy is not permitted and any slave that displays jealousy will be severely punished.

  You will have all the abject humiliation, kinky sex, as well as domination that you can handle, and then even more. There are no safe words in my domain. I learn how much all my slaves can handle and push them just above their limits in order to better them. Some of my slaves have jobs, but most never get a job, or want one. Serving their Master is their reward.

  If you do not believe that you and I would be a proper fit please delete this email. I am not in to playing games! I will respond to no other emails from you! If you have questions or feel that you are right for me, then you will meet me at my home.

  I suggest that you sell all of your belongings, bring only the essentials, and come alone. I will not ask twice. If you are not here by the end of the week I will assume you were not serious and take on a different slave.

  See the attachments on what you must arrive wearing, how you must greet me, as well as my address.

  You have a week to decide and make arrangements,

  Master Darrius Cellante

  Inside the zip file she found a clothed full body picture of Master Darrius as well as a text file. With a shaking hand, she double clicked the text file, and opened both pictures as well. Wondering what other instructions he had sent to her. She shook her head and silently wondered what she had gotten herself in to. But she had a week to think about the arrangement. Faye smiled to herself. Pleased that she had gotten a response to her plea of wanting a master to use her. He sounded very experienced and confident in the way he wrote and gave her orders. Her body shook in anticipation and she could feel her slit getting hot at the thought of being man handled by this fierce-looking man.

  ' When you arrive at my home you are to be wearing the garment pictured. You will also ring the doorbell and drop to your knees!

  You will wait there until I, or someone else answers the door. You will beg to come inside of my home to whomever may answer the door. Once invited in you will NOT stand! You will crawl in to the house and will continue to crawl until you are asked to stand and walk. If you are never asked to stand you will remain on your hands and knees.

  You will never look at me directly always avoiding eye contact and keeping your head down. If you do look at me you must do it without looking as if you are. If you make direct eye contact with me you will be punished!

  You are to address me as Master, unless there are other Masters present at which time you will refer to me as Master Darrius. You will do whatever any other Master in my home instructs unless I strictly forbid you to do so.

  You will eat only what I feed you, do only what I tell you, and speak only when spoken to. Even during punishments you are not permitted to make a sound. If you do there will be consequences.

  I await you,

  Master Darrius '

  She read the text file a couple more times before looking back at the picture and wondered where she would buy something like that. It looked like a grey pillow case with the sides ripped off, a hole cut in the top for the head, and tied with a belt. She would probably have to make one. She would go out and buy silk or material needed to make it. She had always prided herself with the ease of how she could use a sewing machine, and how she could create things only by looking at them. She was sure this would be a breeze compared to the new life she was about to jump in to. She realized at that moment that she had made up her mind. She would do as Master Darrius had instructed. There was also another zip inside of the zip file she had opened called serious.zip.

  She opened it not knowing what to expect. Inside was a few pictures. She slowly opened them. It was Master Darrius dressed in a business suit with two women. He had
his cock sticking out of the zipper hole of his pants. One was licking his very large shaft and the other had a collar around her neck with a leash attached. He was sitting in a recliner looking very smug almost as if he were challenging her to come be his new toy.

  She made a face and stuck out her tongue at the picture. She giggled at the thought of being punished for such insolence and found herself getting very wet at the thought of him. She stared at his huge member felt a bit of fear and excitement. She wasn't sure if she could take all of it. Would he force her too? Would he call her names as he attempted to jam it in to her all the way to the hilt?

  She stared at his picture. He had long black hair that was very straight and she could see the light shining on it in the pictures he had attached. His hair went down past his shoulders and she wondered how long it was. Upon closer inspection it looked as if it went to the middle of his back. It was very shiny and almost reflective. She wondered if it looked that perfect after a night of lovemaking. She sighed as she stared at him. He was a large man, but by no means overweight. Every inch of him seemed muscled and lean. She gasped and touched the picture on the screen.