0 comments/ 20708 views/ 7 favorites Ally the Slave Ch. 01 By: nogoodnames Part 1: prelude Ally was short, a little flat chested, and kind of goth-y in the way she dressed. She had a slight southern accent, and was one of those take-charge kind of girls...well, mostly. We started playing together at a party during out junior year of college. I was giving her a tour of the house I and my four housemates lived in when she found my toybox. I always thought she might have been in to bondage. She wore velcro wristcuffs as bracelets, and a collar around her neck, but I'd run across people who just dd that for the look before. She pulled a heavy chain out of the box and her eyes lit up. She started to rub the cool steel against her skin. Without a word I took the chain from her and looped my right index finger through the D-ring on the front of her collar. Expecting to get slapped away any second I fastened the chain to her collar with a brass lock from the box...she unexpectedly played along. "Come on," I said, "there's something you'll like upstairs." I led her into the attic of the old house I rented a room in. The landlord had been a dentist before he retired, and there was an antique dentist's chair, complete with leather restraints waiting for us in the barely-lit space. She immediately went crazy for the thing, crawling up onto it and wagging her small, tight ass for me. I'd like to think I did what any red-blooded american male would have done; I took off m belt and gave her a quick smack with it. Unfortunately, that's when we were interrupted by the cops coming to break up the party downstairs. Ally was 20, and had been drinking, so she got up and bolted down the stairs and out the back door. Never had I felt so horribly blue-balled. Downstairs in my room I collected her coat and other things she had left, intending to return them to her, but I kept forgetting. We were luckier the second time. I was so turned on by the experience that I spent days planning a more controlled encounter; but I could never bring myself to walk up to her and say: "Hey, wanna get strapped to a chair in my attic and maybe we'll fuck? I mean, I'd definately like to hurt you a little, but after that maybe we'll have us some sex." So I took the cowards way out. I never used my locker on campus, it was small, in an inconvenient part of the schools second basement floor (my department always got shafted for locker space), and I lived too close to really justify it. But four days after the party I brought a very heavy backpack to school and deposited its contents in my locker. Ally and I had class together at 1:00. During class I slipped the following note into the novel she was reading, knowing that she would leaf through it as she waited for her night class to start: "Dear Ally, If you want to finish what we started at the party go downstairs to locker 015a. (The combination is 17 32 01.) You should know what to do with each of the things you find inside. Show up at my house immediately after your next class wearing nothing but what's in the locker. See you soon, You know who" At 8:13 there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Ally, standing on my front porch wearing her long coat, a collar and four foot chain (it nearly dangled on the ground,) locking wrist and ankle cuffs, and a small ball gag. It was a cool night out, but the sky was clear and the moon was full. I just stood for a moment staring at her in the blue light. "Take off the coat." As long as I had her, why not push my luck a little? She opened the coat as she moved to step inside. I put a hand on her chest to stop her. "If you want inside, then take off the coat." She said something not very nice through the gag. I couldn't make it out. Then she tried to move past me into the house; she wanted to play, but not by my rules. I grabbed the chain dangling from her neck and pulled her close, then I yanked the coat down and back as quickly and forcefully as I could. She was now naked on my porch, plainly visible to all. "Now," I said, noticing that she was visibly aroused, "would you like to come in, slut?" She nodded. I pulled her inside and led her back to the attic. The attic was finished, spacious, and well lit. The one thing it lacked was curtains to cover the windows facing three sides of the house, and two relatively well trafficked streets in the student ghetto...but I was ok with that, I was going to be wearing a mask. With my face hidden and Ally's body fully exposed, I showed her around the space I had set up. The chair stood in the center of the room, shining in the bright lights. Next to it was a folding table in which I had arrayed the tools I planned to use: A bamboo switch, a birch I had made myself while she was in her night class, a medium sized vibe, a skinny leather belt, and a fat one with grommets set in it, a small pile of clothes pins, some rope, and a few other bits and pieces. After she'd taken it all in I unlocked the back of her gag and took it out of her tiny red mouth. "What do you think?" I asked. She just made a low growl in her throat and smiled at me. "First thing first," I said, "go pick something to get beaten with." She walked up and down the table looking at the striking implements I'd laid out. She eliminated the birch an switch as too strict, and went for the fat belt with the grommets. As she walked back over to me I told her to kneel and offer me the belt. After she complied I took it from her and started flipping it against my hand. "Would you like to be beaten with this belt?" I asked. Ally glanced at the floor and meekly said "yes." I struck her hard on the cheek, leaving a bright red rectangle with three light spots in it. "Remember your manners, slut!" She tried again, "Yes, please." a bit more forceful this time. I struck her opposite cheek. "How should a worthless whore like you address me?" "Yes, please, sir." "Good, now stand up." She did. "Open your filthy mouth." She did. I put the belt in her mouth and she bit to hold it. Next I produced a brass lock from the table and locked her wrist cuffs together over her head. I threw a length of rope over one of the rafters and pulled her arms up as high as they would go, so that she was on tip-toe. All this time I was expecting her to back down; to get mad or hurt and ask to be let go so that we could glance at eachother awkwardly for the next year and a half and forget about everything that might have happened in that attic. To my surprise, she was enjoying it more than I was, and as I spread her legs I noticed that she was soaking wet. "Alright, cock-tease," I said, "you left me horny as hell this weekend." I took the belt from her mouth and started slapping my hand. "Are you ready to accept your punishment?" Ally obviously saw it differently. She said, "But, sir, the cops showed up and I...OUCH!" The first of many red streaks crossed her ass. "They didn't come up here." SMACK! "They never come up here" SMACK! "And I would have told you that if you hadn't run off" SMACK SMACK! "So I ask you again, are you ready to accept your punishment?" "Yes, sir" She was squirming now. I couldn't tell if she was trying to get her ass out of the way for the next blow or help me line it up better. "And what do you think is a fair punishment for leaving me in agony for four days?" "A spanking, sir." "No, there will need to be more. Use your imagination, and be specific. If you don't come up with something appropriate, I'll do it for you" There was an evil gleam in my eye as I said this, and suddenly she understood that whatever she came up with, my plan would be much worse. Trying not to go easy on herself she started to talk, "You should tenderize my ass with the belt first, sir, then use the switch to make it sting, please." She was flinching as she thought of the punishment, each act would be worse because in her mind, maybe, just maybe ,I would have let her get away without it. "Then strap me to the chair and clamp my nipples and my pussy with the clothes pins. Let me struggle for a while (my nipples are very sensative) and then whip them off with the other belt. Then, sir, please oh please fuck me as hard as you can." I frowned at her, making her quickly add, "I promise I won't cum, sir. You can just cum on my face and send me home, naked and in chains. I'll have to get my room mate to let me in, since I left my key at school." I smiled at her, and raised the belt for the first strike. Honestly, I couldn't have come up with that on the kinkiest day of my life. She was holding up remarkably well by the time I was strapping her into the chair, having taken 15 more with the big belt and 20 with the switch. She flinched as I sat her down, and I smiled, knowing she would be doing that every time she sat for days. Still, she hadn't shed a tear or even screamed much, so I decided to up the ante. I took off the restraints she'd worn from school and strapped her into the chair, then I tied her long hair back behind the head-rest to keep her head still. I put the pins on her nipples and slid the vibe into her pussy. Then, I used three more clothes pins to seal her labia around the toy, hoping the stimulation would make her task of not coming harder. As I waited for the pins to make her tits and pussy ache I walked back and stood by her head, helplessly fixed looking straight up. I inserted two fingers into her mouth, which she began to suck rhythmically. Keeping time with her sucking I began to tap lightly on her clit (left exposed and un-clamped) with the end of the switch. Then as she sucked harder and faster, obviously enjoying herself too much, I started to vary the rhythm: light, light light, HARD, light, light, light, HARD. She arched her back and pulled on her cuffs with each hard strike, relaxing back into sucking and moaning in between. I took the small belt as she had asked and approached the table, letting the soft leather slide up and down her exposed flesh I asked: "So slut, tits or cunt first?" Having gotten the hang of this little game by now she said, "Please beat my tits first, sir, so the my pussy won't have any time to recover before you pound it." It took me a while to knock the pins off of her nipples, I was still new at this, and dumbfounded anyway, after having spent half an hour torturing Ally and seeing her crave more at every turn. After the pins were off I gave her five more across her chest, just for good measure, pleased to see her eyes finally threatening to well up, and her lower lip starting to quiver. "And what is the next step Ally?" I asked, using her name for the first time that night. "My pussy needs to be whipped free and used, sir." She held back tears as she said it. It took six blows to free her slit, and I gave her four more just to even things out afterwards. I released her from the chair and bound her hands behind her back with soft rope. She knelt on the floor, then lowered her head, leaving her ass up with her sore, red pussy lips tantalizingly exposed. "Beg." "Please, sir, fuck my poor pussy hard. Pull my hair and call me your little slut. I'm a naughty whore and I need to be used." I began to rub my cock against the swollen tissue of her lips. She winced, but pushed back eagerly. "And are you going to cum, whore?" "No, sir. I promise I won't." I plunged my hard member deep into her cherry-red slit, she screamed, and finally let go of the tears she had been holding back. As I wrapped my left hand around her waist she got over the initial, painful shock of rough pubic hair grinding against her freshly-beaten pussy. She arched her back and started thrusting against my hips. I reached my free hand forward and grabbed her long, (dyed) red hair; then pulled her face and chest up off the floor by it. "Keep begging, slut, or I'll make this last for hours." "Please fuck me, sir. Use me, make me scream. Treat me like the filthy bitch you know I am!" That did the trick. Nothing gets me to cum faster than that kind of dirty talk. Except maybe what came next: "Please, sir, please, please, please, please. I'll do anything you want, you can punish me however you want, just let me cum!!!" I didn't say anything. Mostly because I didn't have time. I just pulled out, jerked her up by the hair, and came on her face. As I watched the load drip down over the first red marks on her cheeks, now faded to a light, peachy, pink. Then I clipped the chain back onto her collar, and lead her downstairs. I opened the door, led her outside, and left her to walk home naked, wrists still bound, and face dripping with cum, in the dark. The next day we had no classes together, and I didn't see her. By Friday, she was still flinching a bit when she sat down next to me in our sociology lecture. Just as the noise from the rest of the class filing in was too loud for anyone else to hear, she leaned in and whispered in my ear: "Please, sir, I still haven't cum. Will you use me in the bathroom after class?" I had to respond via letter, since the window of inaudibility was over: "Start rubbing your clit now. If you can go without stopping, cumming, or getting yourself noticed until the end of class I will let you cum in the bathroom. Otherwise, you just get to suck my dick" Given, I wasn't looking the whole time, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt, and she came explosively on the tip of my rod two hours later. We played every once in a while after that until our senior year. When I came back to town after a long and lonely summer, Ally said she had a surprise for me. I met her at her place, where she was standing naked, a thin silver chain leash attaching to her now pierced nipples, the words "Sex Slave" tattooed below her navel in a smooth upward arc. Ally the Slave Ch. 02 Part 2: quest at the beginning of senior year Ally offered herself to me as a sex-slave-in-training. I, in turn, promised to take her as my first live-in 24/7 slave once we graduated; if she were properly trained by then. My first day back in town she had presented her new body to me, now with pierced nipples, and the words "sex slave" tattooed below her belly button, stretching from one hip to the other. "Does Master approve?" she asked, meekly. I could hardly say no, this was the sexiest thing I had seen in my entire life. So I led her to bed by her new nipple-leash and gently showed her my approval in the way she deserved. After sex, as she let my "lotion" dry on her small, perky breasts, we talked about what being a slave was going to mean, and what she would have to do in order for me to grant her that title. First, she was going to have to become a true master of pleasing me. I had always thought her blowjobs left something to be desired; and in the entire time we had been fooling around (four months before the summer break, and she had been sending me porn once a week over the summer) she had never consented to anal. She had also never been with a woman, which wasn't exactly of paramount importance, but I sought to rectify it anyway. I hatched a plan to solve those pesky problems. Then I had to know she would always be obedient. She was good when we were at home, but she tended to shy away from any kind of public acknowledgement of being a slave. Lastly I had to make sure she understood ownership. She had to know that her body, her life, even her identity were going to be mine if she went through with this. So, we came up with a little game we would play throughout the year. We called it Ally's Quest. I wrote down a series of goals, each was worth one, two, or three points. If she racked up less than ten points a week, she would be punished; more than that and she would receive a reward based on her score. The goals were as follows: ***** Sexual Perfection: Preform a satisfactory blowjob on your Master (1) Preform a satisfactory blowjob on at least 3 men (2) Wear a butt plug for the day (2) Have anal sex with your Master (2) Have anal sex with at least 3 men (3) Go down on a woman (1) Go down on at least 3 women (2) Obedience Training: Wear an outfit showing your tattoo for the day (1) Expose you breasts in public (1) Wear cum on your body for the day (2) Wear cum on your face for the day (3) Wear your restraints for the day (3) Tell a stranger about our first session (3) Distribute photos of yourself nude, bound, or having sex(3) Masturbate on the bus or train (3) Ownership Training: Kneel before your Master and swear yourself to him (1) Respond only to "slave" or "slut" for the day (2) Write 500 times "I am a slave" (2) Write 500 times "I am a slave" on your own body (3) Write any of the following in a clearly visible place on your body: Slave (1) Slut (1) Whore (1) Free Blowjobs (2) Fuck My Ass (3) Filthy, Useless Slut (3) ***** Her first week she tried getting her ten points by giving me two blowjobs a day. I ranked two as satisfactory, and with a deficit of eight points, she was caned on the ass and the bottoms of her feet and made to wear a buttplug every day the next week without it counting towards her goal. The next week she scored a 9. Having had anal sex twice and worn her thinnest wrist cuffs (more like bracelets) to class one day. As punishment I told her she wouldn't be cumming until she reached a 50 point total, at her current rate, a month away. The ultimatum perked her up and shook her out of her half-assed attempts. And from there it was smooth sailing. She was allowed one orgasm every fifty points, which came in about every two weeks. Within three months, the entire school knew her as "slut" and she cheerfully responded, one step closer to the next body-shaking burst of orgasmic pleasure. We got away with most of this by claiming it was performance art. After she had fallen into the pattern of her life as a slave-in-training, it was time to move on to the next phase. In honor of the next phase of Ally's Quest beginning, I decided to throw her a "graduation" party. I selected ten men, ten women, and three "special guests" to join us in celebrating Ally's newfound level of submissiveness. She was to invite them all in person, with and autographed photo of herself, dripping in cum, and tied to her bed. Directions were written on the back, and she wasn't allowed to speak while in their presence. She just had to stand there, while the invitee examined the photo, stripped her with his eyes, then agreed to come to our little party. The evening of the party was a Wednesday. I had chosen a school night so that Ally would show up for her 9:00 class looking used and tired. The party was to be held in the attic of the house I rented, where Ally and I had had our first play session, and I'd given her her first real measure of discipline. Ally was naked, save for her collar, cuffs, and gag, fitted firmly into her mouth. She knelt in front of my chair as I explained the rules for her behavior that evening. "Pay attention, slave. This is how tonight is going to go: Our guests are going to come into this room, you will serve food and drinks, and you will service each and every one of them. Only I may hurt you, and only I may cum inside you. These are the only limitations on their behavior. You, on the other hand, may not cum, may not speak, may not make eye contact, may not keep a guest waiting, may not object to or resist anything a guest does to you, and absolutely may not leave a guest unsatisfied. For each transgression against these rules the guest you wrong will choose your punishment. For each satisfied customer, you will receive one point, for each broken rule you will lose three. Starting from zero you must reach a score of fifty by the time the party ends at dawn. That means with no mistakes you will have to pleasure everyone at least twice, and some three times." Our special guests arrived first, setting up their tools near the old dental chair that I had moved to a back corner of the room. They would not participate in the game, but should Ally win, they were going to help her "graduate" to the next phase of her training. All of the guests filtered in at exactly midnight, as the invitation photos had instructed them to, and they all took seats around the square of floor that Ally's game was to take place in. Ally herself was bound spread-eagle to eyebolts in the wall, hanging as a decoration while the party got started. At 12:15 I let her down, took out her gag, and sent her for drinks. After drinks, the fun started. clothes came off and ten dicks and ten pussies were awaiting service. The little slut was off to a fine start, eating one pussy while fingering another, a cock in her free hand while a second drilled her snatch. I looked around the room for the biggest dick I could spot, then I tossed the man who owned it a tube of lube and told him to pound her in the ass. By now my little pet was used to having big cocks in her ass, but it always hurt a little going in. She winced as the head slid slowly through her anus, then as the shaft picked up speed she gasped and said: "Please be gen..." and then she caught herself. I went and made a negative sign and three tally marks on the wall in chalk. After each of her current five guests had come, the tally showed positive one, and it was time for Big Dick to pick her punishment for speaking out of turn. He chose to see her whipped with a long, mean, bullwhip. Without being bound, she held her hands behind her head to take five lashes across the back before returning to her work. By 2:00 AM most of the men were tapped out. With a score of 37 Ally was riding a cock, with another in her ass, each hand was busy tending to a standing woman's clit, and her tongue flicked back and forth between the assholes of two women who were bending over in front of her. She had been punished twice more, once for keeping a man waiting, and once for refusing to give a woman a rimjob. Since that punishment, she had rimmed six people. The words "Slut" "Whore" and "Pig" were written on her face and body with marker, and a weight hung from each nipple ring. Since they were not allowed to cum inside her, the men at the party had take to cumming on the floor, then forcing Ally to lick it up and swallow it. She had no way to keep it from smearing onto her nose and chin, getting caught in her hair, and dripping down onto her chest. As she reveled in sex, cum, and humiliation, I watched, kept score, and dished out punishment where appropriate. By 3:00 AM she was only up to 41, and had taken three more punishments. Her ass was bright red from a spanking, red candle wax had hardened and cracked over her pussy, and her inner thighs each had five angry welts left by a cane. The party had slowed to a crawl, with everyone exhausted, and Ally only serving one or two at a time with long stretches (during which she was required to constantly rub her clit) in between. The supernova of sexual abuse she had endured had burned itself out, but now she was faced with a different dilemma. At this rate she might not make nine more points before dawn. By the end of the party, she had scored 52 points, been punished eight times in total. Her body and breath reeked of cum from both men and women and everyone was too tired to stand. "Congratualtions, slut. You've proven yourself to have mastered all manner of sexual pleasure. That was part one. Part two is accepting my ownership over you. Do you?" "Yes, Master, I do." she replied, looking up with trusting eyes through her jizz-soaked hair. "Then go lie in the chair" I told her. "It's time for our special guests to do what I brought them here for." After she had been secured to her chair, I blindfolded her. She was not to know her fate until it was already done, after all, she was mine to do with as I please, and mine to clue in when I decided. First was the piercer, who put a wide ring through the hood of her clit, and three matching sets on either side of her labia. These sets were clasped together with tiny, silver, heart-shaped locks. The second guest to take his turn was the metal worker, who fastened on the locking steel cuffs and collar I had had made for her. Each had no clasp, but instead a keyhole where the pieces overlaped and locked, they were heavy and thick, and would limit what kinds of clothes she could wear over them. The collar was engraved with the words "Sex Slave 01" and a barcode. Each cuff simply had the word "Slut" in large, clean letters. For the final alteration, she received a chest tattoo that read "Beat me, Fuck me, Abuse me. Slave 01, Mind, Body, and Soul Property of Master J" (I used my real name, but I'm not going to publish that.) "Now my dear, that's two goals reached. The last is complete obedience. Are you ready to demonstrate for me that you will follow any order?" "Yes, Master." She said, still strapped in and blind. "Instead of showing you what you now look like in a mirror, I'm going to make you take this final test. Do not look at your own body, do not ask anyone you meet what you look like, but go outside, and don't come back in until you can describe each of your three changes to me exactly and tell me your new name." "Yes, Master" she said. She was let out of her chair, her blindfold taken off, and, chin up so as not to see herself, she walked tiredly out into the new daylight. For two hours she wandered the street as I and some of the guests watched from the window. Most of the early morning traffic was students familiar with her "performance art" so she didn't turn as many heads as you might think. Eventually she came back to knock feebly on the door, barely able to stand after the night's ordeal. I opened the door and asked her "What is your new name?" "Slave one" she replied. "And what are the three gifts I gave you for your transformation?" "Steel cuffs that say "Slut" and a collar with my name and barcode; A tattoo that proclaims me as yours; and seven new piercings." "Do you like them?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Yes, Master, very much. Does this mean I'm your slave now?" the girl who was Ally yesterday asked me. "Not yet. It means you're ready to start training for your duties as a proper slave girl. There's going to be much more to your life than just sex, you know." The parties became a monthly ordeal for the last six months of our senior year. Each time twenty new people would come to test Slave 01's new skills. One month it was her threshold on pain that we tested. The next she threw us a lavish dinner party, cooking and cleaning for three days in advance. The next month she was the entertainment, dancing and singing for us, letting us revel in her humiliation. Each time we fell back to the first game at midnight, making her remember that her primary purpose was to unselfishly suck and fuck and lick others to ecstasy. And every month at dawn she would receive a new gift for her new skill. A flogger for passing her test of pain, a maid's outfit for the dinner party, a pair of high-heeled ballet boots for her dancing. When we finally graduated, she was truly ready to be a perfect slave. I used some money I had been saving to buy a modest flat in the city, and mounted like a diploma, ready for framing and hanging in her new bedroom, presented her with her contract to me. The terms were harsh, but she signed without argument. And thus began our new life together as Master and slave.