1 comments/ 41564 views/ 7 favorites Becoming His Slave Girl By: Lockit Candles flickered in the darkness as I watched my master enter the room and slowly walk to me. I knelt on a thin pillow in front of his chair that he allowed me, waiting for him to come to bed. I had prepared the room just how he liked it and had finished all I normally did for bed and any service that had been requested of me. Everything was in readiness for master, including me. I wore nothing but his collar and the white-gold-stud earrings he had given to me for the three piercing I had in each ear. My long blond hair fell over my shoulders and down my back, to my hips. Many nights master would have me dance for him, but he hadn't requested that I dance and had instead told me that I was just to wait for him. I wasn't sure what he had planned for me on this cold winter night, but as always, I was prepared for anything. It was my place, a place I had willingly chosen, as submissive to be prepared to meet any need my master had. It had taken some time for me to accept my submissiveness and the need I had deep within my inner core, to be submissive. I hadn't known just how submissive I could be until I met master and in fact, had anyone suggested I was submissive before him; I would have told them they were crazy! I had met master at work where I managed of a large trucking office and he was one of the drivers. At work I was in a place of authority with a great deal of responsibility and there was nothing submissive about me until I got to know master and he helped me understand myself and life in a way I had never been exposed to or knew of. For anyone who knew me, they wouldn't believe how I now lived my life outside of work, family and friends. Master had helped me see past the social thinking of dominance and submission and helped me to see how very beautiful the lifestyle of bdsm was. I had learned to see how people were naturally dominant and submissive and how some flowed from one to another, all at varying degree's and also how much society functioned in a dominant/submissive structure. Once I saw the beauty of it all, there was no turning back for me. I came to an inner peace from the knowledge I had gained and within my own submissiveness to master. I felt more at home in my own skin than I ever had and that was saying something, since I had always felt comfortable with myself. There was a depth to my acceptance of myself than I had never known before and I knew I had only touched on the surface of it all! Master came and sat in his chair where I knelt and smiled gently as I closely watched his expressions for any indication of what might be going on with him. I longed to meet his needs in every way and I had learned to anticipate his needs. I had been in training for the last six months and was proud of myself, for master was very pleased with how quickly I learned him and learned to obey and serve. Master had taught me many things and although I knew there was a great deal more to learn, I knew he was pleased with my efforts. It had been a difficult process at times, as I struggled to retain my independence and I had a rough time answering to him. I often with a look or word opposed him, not understanding why I was to act as he dictated or do a certain thing. I soon learned that I was only seeing one aspect of things, when master had in mind, many. Each night I prepared the room for master to sleep in, but I didn't remain in the room and though I wanted to remain, I slept in another part of the house. I had wanted to make love to master from the start, but he wouldn't allow it. Somehow he seemed to know exactly what I needed and when, despite my own thoughts about it all. In my life before master, I would have been sexually involved with a man I had gotten to know so well and wanted, but master had shown me the many benefits of waiting for such things. Although I knew that in this too, I had only touched the surface and through it all, I had learned a great deal. I hungered for satisfaction of my sexual wants and that hunger would rise up at times to consume me, but so far I had been able to hold back and shut down. I had to shut down or go insane! I was very sexual and had had a very active sex life before master and he wanted to temper me and take my focus off sexual things and self. Still there had been times when I couldn't shut off and my body was alive with need that seemed to overwhelm and made me think I couldn't do it. Yet, I was able to control it with his help and I hadn't had any problems with it all in the last two months. Master stroked my hair, looking into my eyes as if he could peer into my soul. I actually felt as if he was touching my soul at times. He knew me. He knew me well and better than I had ever known myself. He controlled everything in my life, from what I ate to what I did and although I had fought him in the beginning, I learned quickly to trust him, for when I did; I found a peace I had never known. There was a hunger in me to please him and to make him proud of me. I couldn't explain the need, but it was very real. When his gentle brown eyes looked at me and his warm and tender smile touched me it took me into and through so many emotions, I still couldn't define them all. All I knew was that is was comfortable, safe, challenging and exciting all at the same time! I loved him. As master watched me and I him and he stroked my fine and smooth hair, I wondered what he had planned for me. I knew that he had something different planned, but had no idea what it could be. I had given up trying to figure out what he was planning because that was often based from selfish thinking or desires and I slowly accepted a new focus in life and all things. Master's wants, needs and service in meeting them. I went from thinking of myself at most times, to thinking of master first and foremost, with very little thought to myself. I was human and did think of self, but my self importance had diminished considerably. I loved myself, but wasn't focused on self. There was a huge difference! So as master stroked my hair and I wondered, I didn't wonder out of selfishness, but more out of curiosity and a need to please him. "Girl." He softly spoke the name he called me that made me all tingly inside. "Yes master?" I whispered as was expected when I spoke in his bedroom. "Come sit in master's lap girl." I happily nodded my head and said yes sir, and slowly moved from my knees to stand and then ease myself upon his wide lap. He didn't often call me to his lap, so when he did, I felt a rush of excitement and sometimes I couldn't help but feel some expectation of what was to come. I settled upon his lap and he guided my arm around his neck, stabilizing me and bringing me to a closer fit against him. Master kissed my temple and held me closer than he ever had and I couldn't help it, but my body jumped to life. It was as if, instantly, I burned in need for him! He laughed and I knew that he knew exactly what I felt, for we had been through many situations just as this one. I smiled in unaccustomed shyness and continued to watch his face. "Girl, you have pleased me well this evening. Dinner was fantastic!" He smiled and I remembered his face as he sat eating the chicken I had prepared. He loved simple foods and I was a very good cook of simple foods! Master took my hand and held it in my lap and the emotions I felt in that simple action, forced me to close my eyes, for I couldn't bear the intensity with them open. "I want you to think back on the first time I spanked your ass girl." Heat rushed to my face remembering the night he had bent me over his lap and spanked me hard. I had disappointed him, struggling against him because I had wanted to go shopping with a friend and he had had other plans for me. Against his order to not go and to come home right after work, I went shopping. He had actually planned a very special outing for me and I had ruined it in my stubborn willfulness and rebellion. "Now, I want you to remember the first time I spanked you without correction in mind." Again my eyes closed and I bit at my lower lip. Inside, my heart beat faster with the memory of that time and all that I had felt! Gently master had taken me to his lap and laid me across him with my bare bottom white and smooth as he tenderly stroked my butt. His touch turned me on because of my physical needs and denial of all things sexual, but he wasn't touching me to turn me on. He was gently stroking and massaging my ass and I had wanted more! Soon master was smacking my buttocks with quick little snaps that turned into harder strikes against my skin and reddened my ass quickly. I squirmed pulling away at times but he held me firmly in place. As tears welled in my eyes from the near brutal touch, I found myself dreading the pain and yet, simultaneously excited by it! When master was finished, I knelt on the floor at his feet, throbbing with sexual need, my ass hurting like it had never hurt before! I didn't have to say a word. Master knew I remembered and knew all I felt. "Now I want you to remember the first time I bound you to the cross and used the cane on you." I gasped aloud at the memory and opened my eyes to see him peering into my own. I had hated the cane! I trembled at the thought of it and why he had used it. I didn't ever wish to feel the cane again! I searched his eyes, trying to remember if I had recently done anything wrong or displeasing. I panicked inside. I could think of nothing as my mind spun in thought and as master sat watching me closely. I knew he was reading me and in some part, I wanted to hide myself and had to struggle against the protective need to do so. I wasn't to fear master and I didn't. I feared that cane! As I trembled upon his lap, master held me tighter, tenderly holding me until my body stopped its tremble and I felt safe. He didn't say a word until I had calmed down. Taking in his scent I had a selfish moment. I loved being this close to master and being able to breath in his essence. With him holding me in his arms, upon his lap, warm and secure, I found myself feeling the sexual stirring that had stopped when he reminded me of the cane. But along with the sexual desire that sprung forth, I also felt nurtured. His words came slow and easy and completely unexpected. "Tonight, girl, you will share my bed." Candles in various places around the room flickered in the darkness of master's bedroom and I laid upon his bed, watching him move about the room. He had removed himself for a short time and had returned wearing his bath robe. He was now turning on some soft music and moved towards the bed, slowly as if he enjoyed my anticipation, smiling as if he knew something that I did not. Which of course he did! I knew that I would share master's bed, but I still didn't know if I would simply sleep beside master or if there would be more to this evening. As I watched him move to the side of the bed and stand there looking down at me, flames of desire licked at my most inner parts. I closed my eyes for a moment, but quickly reminded myself that I needed to focus on master and not what I felt. It was a bit of a struggle, but my desire to please him won the battle within me. My eyes welled up from deep emotion and need, to please as well as to be pleased. I wasn't able to fully deny myself, for the hunger within me was far too large and I think somehow I allowed myself to want with anticipation because master was allowing me to spend the night with him. Although I knew that I might only sleep in his bed, somehow I believed that there would be more between us and my craving to serve master sexually was paramount in my mind. Surely I wanted him in a selfish and sexually gratifying way, but mostly I wanted to please his body as only a woman can. I had pictured it in my mind so many times and in the time that he had left the room and then returned and moved about the room, my mind went to the many ways I might be allowed to delight him. Master eased down onto the bed beside me and pulled me close to him, my body curling into his own. My face snuggled into his warm, thick neck and I took a deep breath, taking in his masculine aroma mixed with the light scent of aftershave. How I loved this man! My hand rested against his chest and I could feel him breathing in and out and his heart pounding against my little hand. Master took my chin in his fingers and moved me so that I could return his gaze. It was a wondrous moment where our soul's met and seemed to mingle before he lowered his lips to my own and took possession of my mouth. It was a tender kiss that quickly became passion filled and that ended far too soon in my opinion! Softly master spoke with his warm breath caressing my lips and face that seemed almost like an actual touch. "Girl, you have worn my training collar and tonight I will be taking it off and replacing it with a permanent collar of ownership." Instantly his words thrilled me! I knew from our many conversations, exactly what that meant! It meant that I would forever be his and that he loved me and wanted me to share his life as his spouse and slave. The collar I would soon wear would be similar to a wedding ring and with it being placed around my neck, our commitment to one another would be considered a lifetime commitment. Tears slid down my face as he moved to sit on the bed and brought me with him. "Kneel beside the bed beloved girl." I could only nod, filled with emotion and pleasure, as I moved off of the bed and knelt between my master's legs. His robe falling open slightly and his legs pressed against me as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a key to unlock the collar I wore. His eyes met my own and held my gaze as he reached without looking away from me for the lock on my collar and gently placed the key in to unlock it. I hated the sound of it unlocking and yet I was happy that it was being unlocked, for I knew that soon it would be replaced with a collar that would never be removed. The collar I wore was worn only at home, but the new collar would be one that I could wear in public. It would have no lock for that would bring cause for questions we didn't want to answer to those outside the lifestyle, but the lock of the new collar would be a lock upon my heart and soul. As he slid the collar off my neck, I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them, master had the new collar in his hands and smiled down at me. I could see that master's eyes were glistening and knew he too was overcome with emotion. I wanted to look at the collar to see what it looked like, but as the realization of his deep emotion struck my soul, all thought of the collar and what it looked like, left my mind. "My beloved girl, do you promise to serve me for the rest of your days, with a lifetime commitment to love and obey me of your own free will?" "Yes master, I promise to love and serve you always. I obey you in love and do so freely master!" He smiled gently and spread the metal collar enough to slip it around my neck. I could see that it was of silver color, and was a flattened curved loop choker, very beautiful and like one I had admired when we had taken a trip to Mexico. It was beautiful! As he finished placing it around my neck, he bent to kiss me tenderly and then pulled me upward and held me, kneeling on my knees, tightly against him. We held one another for quite awhile before he told me to join him on the bed and there he continued to hold me for a very long time, whispering against my forehead, that he loved me. I was happier than I had ever been and so joyful that I felt like I would burst! With one finger, Master stroked my skin from my neckline, over my new collar, down between my breasts and circled it around my belly. His whisper caught me off guard and as he looked into my eyes, his words filled my being. "One day I would like a chain here." I could only nod my head in agreement as my eyes filled with tears at his gentle words of what was to come in the future. I couldn't believe that this was finally happening and I was now his forevermore! Then with his large hand he encompassed my hip and squeezed gently, sliding his hand down the side of my buttocks to pull me close against him. His mouth came close to my own and I awaited the kiss and kissing I had longed for all these months! Rather than kiss me, he held his lips just a fraction of an inch from my own and smiled. I couldn't help but to laugh! I was so serious and focused in my need of him and his kiss that when he didn't kiss me, it let me know again, that I could not anticipate what he was going to do! Master laughed with me and hugged me tight. "Is my girl hungry?" "Yes master!" Was my breathy answer, said with all the desire bound up within me for months. Again Master laughed and moved to get off of the bed. I watched him, reminding myself not to try and figure out what he was doing or what he might be up to. He walked to the door and turned on the overhead light. As my eyes got used to the blaring light, he walked to the closet and reached in and pulled out his camera. My heart lurched! He didn't intend to take pictures did he? Oh my god, I wasn't sure about that! I knew my body was okay as far as bodies went, but I was no model and the thought of nude pictures of myself made me slightly insecure. Master walked to the end of the bed with a grin on his face and took the cap off the lens. "Don't look like that." He laughed heartily and continued getting the camera ready. I was trying to spit out a 'yes master', but he spoke before I could manage it. "I know your fears. But girl, you are absolutely beautiful and should have no fear of my camera!" He came and sat next to me on the bed and reached to pull me closer to the side, where I would lay cuddled against his leg and hip. I curled into him, feeling his warmth and finding myself at ease again. His closeness was a stabilizing dynamic that would instantly have me comfortable in any situation. "I wish to take some pictures of the night you were collared to me for life." I smiled up at him knowing that no matter how I felt, it didn't matter. I wanted to please him and this wasn't about me. It was about master and what he wanted! His happiness meant my own for he always considered my happiness and not just his own. Any apprehension I had slipped away with my inner acknowledgement of who I was and who I belonged to. Master returned my smile and with his eyes assured me, if I had had any lingering doubts about the camera in his hands and his intent. He lifted the camera and took a picture of me curled against his leg, smiling at him. He then pulled my hand to lead me off of the bed and guided me over to the pillow before his chair. He moved into his chair and motioned for me to take my position. He snapped another picture. Moving from the chair he walked behind me and took another picture and then told me to turn to him. I moved only my head and he snapped another picture. "Stand now and remain there." I stood and he took a couple of pictures. "Come to me." I moved towards him slowly and he snapped a few more. "Now you will take a picture of me while I sit in my chair." "Yes master." With a smile I took the camera and waited for him to go to his chair. Before he sat he took his robe off and threw it a couple of feet away so that it wouldn't be captured by the camera. He sat as I admired how beautifully he was made. When he was settled he told me to take the picture and I did. Once again at my side, master stood nude and told me to kneel before him, holding the camera. I was instructed to take a picture from that position and did so. Bending to take the camera from me, he took another picture before he told me to rise and lay on the bed. Master took a number of pictures, telling me how to pose and in doing so, had me completely at ease with what we were doing. Before I knew it, he had put the camera on the bedside table and had once again joined me on the bed. Becoming His Slave Girl Ch. 02 "Now you are fully mine." "Master I was always yours." "Ahhh yes, your heart was always mine. But you became mine fully when your body became mine. Although I controlled you, I hadn't possessed you and now I have. A body is easy to control, but the mind is a powerful and independent thing. No one has complete control over anyone, but when someone allows you the control of their mind, by a willful choice and then act upon that decision, it's amazing. That was what was most important to me and that is what proved to me that you were the one for me. You served me well and learned all I wanted you to learn. Now you see that your service has brought us to this evening and this blending of our bodies." He gently stroked my ass as we talked and I found myself distracted. He had awakened that part of me that I had shut down and I was now alive both physically and emotionally. "You changed your focus from self to me and you did so well that it was hard not to move to this sooner. Yet, I wanted you to know you could temper your physical needs and overcome them to the degree of being in control of them. Now I wish to teach you to completely let go with me and to be free to be a hungry little beast when I want my beast feasting. You have mastered everything I have asked you to master and yet now I wish to guide you into learning to receive from me and serve me physically." Master kissed me gently and continued to stroke my ass tenderly, building a heat within me. "Yes, I want your focus on serving me physically, but I also want you to be able to take from me. That is how your beast truly comes to life. I want you hungry just for me and what I want from you, but I enjoy the fire that comes from the hungry beast you can also be. Before I took and let you serve me, I had to let you see that I want more, always more and I wanted you to see that there are times when I want you to be able to take and not just give." I nodded my head, understanding now why he hadn't had me serve him sexually and why he had tended to my sexual want and need. I was so used to serving him and focusing on him that I sometimes forgot about myself. It wasn't a conflict of emotions or anything else I could think of, but a learning that I was important and wasn't going to be ignored and was going to be fulfilled. I sometimes had a hard time with knowing how to blend things. I was to serve and please and that was all I focused on. Now I was being given permission to allow my physical hungers to manifest and to act upon them. Not only that, but I was being shown how to receive his loving touch. I was good at giving, but receiving was something I was uncomfortable with. I didn't know how to let go and be free to accept pleasure. So focused on pleasing, I wasn't pleased unless I was serving master in some way and to lay back and not be allowed to do anything to please him distracted me and had me off balance. Now, I knew I wouldn't struggle with that. Master had freed me and showed me that it wasn't a wrong thing to receive pleasure without a focus of pleasing him. Not that he didn't want me to please him, for I was pleasing him when I was able to put everything out of my mind and accept the pleasure he wanted to bring me. I was in a sense robbing him of pleasure when I didn't accept his sensual ministrations to my body and kept my mind focused on other things. He freed me of the need to be so pleasing that I wouldn't think of my own pleasure unless I was pleasing him. I was able to enjoy his touch without the constant thought of his pleasure coming first and now realized how self focused that could be! I needed to be pleasing and therefore my thoughts were selfish. When master wanted nothing more than for me to be thrilled and know him in that way, I had thought of my own need to gratify him and because I was thinking so much, my body was less likely to simply be all that it was and all it could be when hungry for sensual delights! I had found security and self worth in pleasing and without being so; it was as if my worth was less. I was pleasing for approval, which isn't a bad thing, but it could be taken to bad places. Master was teaching me a great deal about myself and I never would have thought of some of the subtle things I might have thought or felt that could play out in a relationship or in life. Insecurity I hadn't realized I had, was searched out and found and now would be dealt with. Insecurity was a form of selfishness as it was always focused on self. As I lay there thinking, I realized what I was doing and came back to the moment finding master watching my expressions change with my thoughts, knowing I was finding my way. Yet he had had enough of all this and was growing hard against my leg. A shock like lightening flashed through my body from my pelvis area up and I moved closer to him. My ear tingled as master moved his lips close and whispered. "You will now serve me." I smiled and turned to him waiting to see what he would do or want next, a wild hunger building within me. I knelt in front of master as he sat on the bed, licking and tasting his cock for the first time. I looked up to see if his expression would tell me if he was enjoying what I was doing and then closed my eyes and plunged down upon his cock, taking all of him into my mouth. His gasp let me know what I couldn't see in his expression and with his eyes closed. Up and down his cock I moved my mouth and tongue, until he took control and shoved himself in and out of my now very wet mouth. In and out he went, pleasuring himself with me, making me wet at the thought, the taste and all that was happening! This was all I had waited and hungered for all along and now that it was happening, I was turned on by just the fact that it was happening! He took my mouth in a way that let me know it was being taken and not what I was simply giving. He was in charge. He was in control and I was just a vessel for his pleasure! The taste of him and his pre-cum filled my mouth and when his cock would leave my mouth to plunge in again, I could feel it gummy and sticky and clinging to my mouth. Knowing he was taking his pleasure thrilled me and made me want to continue forever! Soon he wasn't leaving my mouth at all and was pushing in, while holding my head with his fingers wrapped in my hair, guiding my head and slamming into me with a great deal of force. I had no control of what was happening and knew I was being used for his pleasure. When he came hard and shot his cum, there was no need to consider swallowing, for it shot right down my throat. It was almost an emotional cum for me as I gently swallowed and sucked him clean of his cum. Master had me go and get a glass washbasin filled with very warm water and a soft cloth to clean him. I smiled as I tended to him upon his orders and knew that life had become all I could want it to be! I wore his permanent collar and would be his slave for life and I was in his bedroom giving and taking all two people could share. It was an emotional rush, just as everything we were doing was! After I had returned from the bathroom and cleaning the washbasin, I moved onto the bed next to master and we cuddled. His words of love for me and remembering the sounds we had made while pleasing one another, along with my mind returning to the moment, had my body in a place of constant horny. I felt like I vibrated in need. Master moved away from me and opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of baby oil gel and handed it to me. "Make me hard again girl! I want more of you." "Yes master." I said with a smile, with a new flame licking at my insides causing my clit to spasm. I opened the cap and poured a large amount into my hand and held it there to warm it a bit. Putting the bottle behind me, I turned to master and reached for his softened cock. Slowly I let some of the oil gel pour over his cock and then engulfed it within my hand gushing with gel and gently pumped his cock with my hand. He quickly started hardening and as he grew, he reached for my hair and grabbed hold of a good amount, winding his fingers within it for a good grip. He pulled my hair as his cock got even harder. "You are mine and for my use!" "Yes master!" "You're my little slut and I will use you as I see fit!" I smiled with a 'yes master'. With that he pushed himself upward and my hand fell off his cock and he flipped me over onto my stomach faster than I could realize exactly what he was doing. He shoved his cock inside my butt, making me cry out. He ignored my instantaneous response and without stopping, pumped his large cock into my ass. The initial shock and slight pain from his brutal entrance to an area I had rarely known and in-which I had never had someone enter me so quickly and without preparation, turned to a gasp provoking pleasure. My beast; his beast came alive in that moment and as he reached below to pull me to my knees, continuing to thrust deep into my ass, his growl of pleasure was met with my own. I was beast and hungry for his assault upon my ass, not even taking into consideration that no one had ever taken me in this way. The gentle fumbling of others was gone and I was shown what a man could create when he took what belonged to him! I belonged to master heart, soul, body and ass! I had never been fucked in such a way and my animalistic grunts, my lifting against him and pushing back; were all a cry for more. Master was brutal, taking me furiously hard and fast and I loved every moment of it! I no longer concerned myself with how I sounded or how I looked, for I was his pleasure beast and he was full beast with me! Having had two cum's already, master took longer this time and he continued to take my ass, pumping harder and harder, straining for that next cum. My cum's were many as he took me and I spasmed against him and around his throbbing cock, making him grunt even louder and pump even harder. Finally with a burst of energy he shoved into me hard a few times, grunted and cried out aloud, spilling his hot seed within my throbbing ass. Again I had cleaned master's hands and cock with the warm water and a new soft cloth and then went to clean myself. He then ordered me to go to the kitchen and prepare a plate of finger foods and bring some chilled wine for us to refresh ourselves with. In the kitchen I sliced two different kinds of cheese, cut up some sliced ham and placed them with radishes, carrots, crackers and grapes on a large serving plate. I got out a serving tray and placed the plate there and then got a bottle of wine, opened it and put it with two glasses on the tray. When I returned to the room, master was in his chair, so I placed the serving tray on the table next to him, as he smiled a welcome and asked me to pour the wine. I poured master a glass and held it out to him and he took the glass, nodding at my pillow that lay in front of his chair. I moved to the pillow and slowly lowered myself as he had taught me to do and knelt in front of him. My legs were bent and my buttocks rested upon my legs, my hands open and palm-down upon my thighs with my head lowered, just as he had taught me to do. It was his favorite position for a kneel. He sipped his wine and sat watching me kneeling there with no movement. "Look at me girl." My head rose and I looked at my beloved master. He moved forward and brought his wine glass to my lips so that I could sip. After I had taken a small sip he moved back into the seat and put the glass on the tray. He reached for a cracker and put some cheese on it and ate it as I watched him enjoy it. Before the last bite, he moved it to my lips and gave the bite to me. As I happily munched on the tidbit, he prepared more for himself. Each thing he prepared for himself, he gave me the last bite. He sipped his wine and then would allow me a small sip. I had often fed master during an evening of movie watching, but he had never fed me. I found the experience very enjoyable. It was as if I was dependent upon whatever he granted me. I didn't see it as he was serving me, but more as he was allowing me to partake from his table and it would be my only substance. It was all a matter of how I viewed things and I had learned to think as I did. Looking to master for my needs to be met was almost oxymoronic in a sense, because I was a self sustaining woman of the world, but at home and here with master, I was dependant upon him and his leading. That was just the way it was with us. I didn't eat unless he told me to eat. I didn't shower until I showered upon his orders. I was not robotic, but I was his to do with as he pleased and in his time and this was established early on. Now it was automatic most of the time, with an occasional rebuttal or rebellion from me. I was a person with a personality and attitude, but I had willingly chosen to live this way and it was with pleasure that I did so. So my rebellions and rebuttals were seldom an issue. When we had finished eating and I returned things to the kitchen and put the left over's away, I kept thinking of how things had changed on this night I would never forget. My ass was a little sore, but even with the soreness as a reminder, I was finding myself still horny for more simply because I was sore! I hadn't had enough and a fire still raged within me that made me both wish to keep it flaming and to be extinguished at the same time. I was tempted to touch my nipples and my clit, when my arm brushed across my nipple, but rejected the impulse immediately. I knew master would be very unhappy with me if I did that and yet my body was so turned on and in such need that I couldn't help but think it. I returned to find master had dimmed the lights and there were only the candles burning. A couple had burned out, but there were still many spread around the room, flickering and creating a very romantic atmosphere. The music still softly played, adding to the ambiance of the room. Master sat in his chair and told me to go and lay on the bed. I did so and waited for him as he slowly rose from his chair and went to the other side of the bed; the side of the bed that I could not see when I came into the room. He bent and brought up a basket filled with different items used for sexual pleasure. "Close your eyes girl!" His voice was almost a bark. Instantly my eyes closed and I laid there listening to him move things in the basket. Soon he was on the bed next to me and was slipping a blindfold over my eyes. "Turn over!" Quickly I rotated my body and lay on my stomach, not knowing what to expect and trying not to think about it. His hand came down fast and hard on my right buttock and then my left as he repeatedly spanked my ass. I wasn't bound and I wiggled and tried to move away with a strong sting and would catch myself and tried to remain still and ready for the next blow to my now tender skin. As master continued to spank my ass, he didn't say anything and soon I was becoming accustomed to the pain. I could feel my clit spasm and my pussy becoming wet. His hard hand hitting my ass was becoming far more than a spanking as my body turned from pain to sexual excitement and need. Tears had fallen from my eyes and dried upon my face as he continued to spank me and electrify me. I soon found myself writhing upon the bed, wanting far more. Before I knew he had stopped, his finger was in my pussy pumping hard and I could hear my wetness as he slammed first one finger and then two into my hot and now throbbing vagina. I could feel master reaching for something in the basket and though I couldn't see it, with his teeth he flipped a switch and I heard the sound of a vibrator. Soon that vibrator was held against my anus as he continued to pump his fingers into my pussy. It was an unbelievable feeling against my sore ass and turned me on even more. I couldn't help gasping, raising my ass for more and trying to move on his fingers at the same time. I wanted it all and my sexual greed was rising up; the beastly part of me coming very alive within me. And then he stopped! I was suspended in this place of torment in my need and all I wanted was for him to continue! Moaning and throbbing, I lay there trying to absorb the fact that he had stopped and my body craved more of him and his touch. Master laughed and then started in again. This time holding the vibrator against me as he was, but reaching under me enough to move his finger against my clit. Tears left my eyes as I yearned for more and wanted to cum. He was driving me insane with lust and the need for fulfillment and in a fleeting moment of conscious thought, I wondered if he wanted me to demand as beast, to feast, but was afraid to go there. His touch wouldn't allow for me to continue to think anything and I elaborately responded to what he was doing, becoming louder with every sound that escaped me. Just as I was about to release myself from holding back anything and felt I was going to cum, he stopped again and I cried out in pain. Again he laughed and came to sit by my head, leaving me throbbing beside him and very frustrated. I wanted to look at him, but couldn't because of the blindfold. I knew he was enjoying my torment and tried to settle myself, but my hunger was extremely overpowering. "My little slut wants more doesn't she?" "Yes master... I can't help it... you... oh!" He laughed and reached down and patted my head. "My little beast is hungry. I like her hungry. I think I will let her be hungry for a while." I nodded my head the best I could, laying against the pillow, trying to take in what he meant and what that meant to me. I didn't want to resist his will, yet I was so caught in lust that I couldn't help wanting to beg him to give me more! "Your beast is very hungry master. She has never been this hungry!" His chuckle let me know he was going to continue my torment and my hinting wasn't going to change a damn thing! I almost wanted to laugh myself, except that I was truly in pain! Master flipped the vibrator on and sat there doing nothing, adding to my torment. I knew the only way to get through the moment, was to shut down, but how could I do that if he were going to torment me like he was? I was going to have to find a way through this and it was going to be all his way, for I had control over nothing, not even myself at the moment! "Poor baby... so hungry and needy." I could picture him smiling beside me and wanted to kick something! It wasn't fair and yet at the same time, I knew that this was the torment I knew nothing about previously and what I unconsciously craved all my life. I decided in that moment to settle in and stop trying to control where things went and how. Again I had caught myself trying to do things I knew I shouldn't and had ended with the same result as the other times. I smiled and laid there listening to the vibrator and tried to focus on hearing master breath. I must have relaxed and master saw it because he laughed again and shut the vibrator off. "So you think you have it all figured out eh?" This time I did laugh. He knew me so very well and had a damn answer to everything! That was what I loved most about him besides his being who he was. He knew me and saw me and he knew so much about life and all things. I found him to be a constant source of information and knowledge and at the same time, a continual challenge in regards to me and my growth and in meeting him mentally and now physically! His knowledge of me gave him a power over me and enabled him to play with my mind and emotions and now my body. This walk with master was proving to be as stimulating as it was from the first date, until this very moment. Master had joined me in laughter and as he laughed he slid down the bed to lie beside me. He started rubbing my spanked-red ass and moved his fingers near area's I really wanted to be touched in. As soon as he touched me, what had dimmed a bit, flared up within me and blazed to life! His touch instantly brought me back from that place and my mind and body snapped in an instant to that lust filled place of beastly need. Becoming His Slave Girl Ch. 02 "I think I would like a shower!" "What?" It slipped out before I could stop it. I was so shocked, I didn't think before I responded! He smacked my ass hard and laughed as he moved off the bed. "Remove the blindfold girl and join me." With that I heard him moving away from the bed and ripped off the blindfold to watch him walking away from me and towards the bathroom. My body ached with need and although I was trying hard not to anticipate what he was doing or what he would do, my body had anticipated it all! His walking away did nothing to slow the hunger in me and my body continued to throb in want, as I slowly moved off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He was in the shower enjoying the hot water when I joined him. As I stepped in, he handed me a cloth and a bar of soap. I didn't have to think hard to know what he intended for me to do! I lathered the soap in the cloth and used water to add to the suds. When I had it just the way I wanted it to be, I started washing master from his neck down, adding more soap to the cloth as I proceeded down his body. I didn't wash his cock, thinking I would do his backside and then move to his cock after that, in hopes that I could entice him and that fat cock into more. My body was still aflame with desire and I couldn't stop it. I washed his backside and then moved around to his front again. Lathering up the washcloth and smiling at him, I held his gaze with my own and moved the cloth to his cock. I smothered his cock with the sudsy cloth and started to gently move it against him, cleaning him, but also trying to turn him on. His cock did get hard, but he wouldn't let me continue. He stopped my hand with his own and took the cloth from me. He turned and rinsed the cloth out and then used the soap to create suds. Soon he was lathering up my body and cleaning me just as I had done to him. When he finally finished, he rinsed my body and pulled me to him to kiss me. His finger found its way to my pussy and as he fingered me, my eyes closed and I thought he would finally appease my need. He almost made me climax, but stopped and started playing with my clitoris. Again he almost brought me to a climax and this time he moved away from me, shut off the water and pulled the curtain open. I wanted to cry and yet laughter bubbled up inside me, that I didn't let out, because this too was more torment for me to withstand and all part of his little game. Master reached for a towel and handed it me so that I could dry him and when I was finished he moved out of the bathtub and walked out of the room, leaving me to dry myself and join him. As I dried myself and moved the towel over my breast, I closed my eyes because my need was so great and my nipples were so sensitive that it only made me want more. I quickly left them and dried the rest of my body until I got to my pussy and again had to temper myself. I was tormented with pure and blatant sexual need! When I finished and walked to the bedroom, I looked at the bed with master laying there nude and thought how wonderful he looked there. That is until I noticed what he was doing! To my amazement, he was fast asleep! My mouth dropped open and I stopped where I stood and let what was happening sink in. There was absolutely no way I was going to be able to stop the blaze within me and my need for fulfillment would go ignored! I went and lay next to master on the bed and watched him as he slept. My body throbbed in lust and I tried not to think, but in my licentious state, it was hard not to wonder if master had intentionally left me in this place. Master wasn't in bed beside me when I awoke. I had lain in the bed for at least two hours, throbbing and unable to turn my body off so that I could sleep. At the thought of it all, my body flared to life and once again, the ache started building in me. I went and found master in the kitchen cooking a light breakfast. All day long, master touched me and teased me with his touch and with words, keeping me in a continuous state of arousal. I could think of nothing but master's touch and my need. Any time I tried to get him to do more than just tease me, he would laugh and say something to the effect that that wasn't going to happen. I tried joking about it, talking to him about it and begging; to no avail. I was going to be sweetly tormented until he felt it was time to release me. I think just the thought of what he was doing kept my body from shutting down and going to that 'I don't care place'! I could no more control my body and its need than I could control master in convincing him I needed him to put me out of my misery! Finally he told me to get my nightly routine started and I thought that he would finally give me what my body so needed. I was finished with everything and waiting in a kneel in front of his chair, just as I did every other night. Master sat there and talked with me for a while and then told me to join him on the bed. Hungrily, I quickly moved to the bed and moved in next to him. "I want a blow job." I very quickly smiled and moved to position myself above him saying a happy 'yes sir'. My heart raced and my body quickened, knowing that finally what I needed was about to happen! I licked, I sucked, I twisted my tongue around his cock head and down and around, to end up at his head again, where I would plunge down very quickly, taking all of him in and then sucking and moving up and down his shaft of pleasure. His pre-cum was a joy to taste and swallow and I could tell he was enjoying every moment of my loving his cock! With a change in breath, I knew he was close to a climax and happily sucked at him and then continued taking him in deeper and moving up and down his cock. I wanted his cum and I knew that he had many cum's worth in him, so I wasn't worried about my own pleasure. I knew that I could give him a cum and then he would recharge and his cock would be ready. Now that I was so close to getting what I wanted, I didn't mind the sexual torment my body had lived with for all these long hours. I could afford to be patient now that I knew my own pleasure was so close at hand. Soon master was filling my mouth with his sweet cum juice and I was smiling as I swallowed it down, proud that I could please him so well. My eyes took his pleasure in and I watched as his body calmed and he grew soft in my egger mouth. When I was finished and excited to move on, I moved up his body and lay beside him, wrapping my arms around his waist. We laid there for a long time in silence. Him satisfied and me bound within my lust, throbbing and needy for his touch and my own satisfaction. I stroked his stomach and chest, trying to be patient until I noticed a change in his breathing. I moved up and leaned on my elbow and peered in the semi-dark to see his face. He was asleep! Again, I would know the torture of lying next to my beloved master, throbbing in sexual pain, while he slept satisfied and contentedly. Before I fell asleep, I realized that once again I was contemplating what he would do and projecting in anticipation and he was again reminding me of my place. This lesson was going to be a difficult one, but I would surely learn it in time. In fact, I knew I better learn it quickly or these nights of torture might continue! But still, even if I learned my lesson, there was one major factor I needed to understand and deal with. I was his. I belonged to him and it was his will, his desire, his pleasure that was paramount and my will, desire and pleasure would be in satisfying him! Becoming His Slave Girl And then he kissed me! I felt like I was spinning. My eyes had closed with the thrill and my mind spun with bright colors. As his lips moved over mine and opened wider, his tongue explored my mouth, running over my teeth and plunging deep and then tickling the roof of my mouth to plunge deep again. I never knew how to match him, for I never knew where his tongue would be and inside I cringed as the mental spin of color in my brain stopped because of my insecurity. Master pulled away and laughed. I wanted to laugh, but I also wanted to cry! He had caught me again, trying to anticipate what he would do! Of course my mind rushed to find something I could say to defend myself! "Master! That isn't fair!" I cried feebly. He then roared in laughter as I tried not to laugh too and decided a bit of a pout might work. It only made him laugh harder, causing me to lose it and join him. Trying to stop laughing and speak I put on the best, little-girl-innocent look I could muster. "But master, don't you want me to learn to kiss you? Shouldn't I know how to meet your kiss and moves to bring you more pleasure?" I batted my eyes with a comical grin and then froze in the most innocent and yet curious look I could manage. Master had stopped laughing as I spoke and broke into new spasms of laughter as he swatted my ass hard. I flinched and then lay there smiling. Pulling me close, he took my mouth in a kiss of ownership, leaving no question in my mind that I had been taken and belonged to him. This kiss I could match! This kiss tore through my body with flames of passion that licked at every part of my body at once! I was finally his physically and a wild desire that only he could evoke within me surged to life. Using his tongue and touch, master claimed me. His fingers gentle upon my body, his lips soft and yet demanding and his gaze penetrating. He came close to my nipples, but didn't touch and the same with my pussy. He drove me crazy wanting his touch in these area's of my body. I tried to return his touch, but each time my hands moved to touch him, he would raise them above my head and hold them there. The mental bondage he wanted was clear to me, but it was a fight to keep my hands there and not roving over his well formed body! I wanted to touch him and to please him and at times I couldn't feel what he was doing to me because my mind could think only one thing. 'Please master!' He would always bring me back from that place because my body responded to his touch and shut off my thoughts and my need to please him. Forgetting anything but what he was doing to me, I would then again find myself ready to scream for more and for him to give me what I needed. My self awareness and selfishness was alive and well and allowed! Moving back and forth from my brain taking over and my body then taking over again, was a heady experience and very frustrating! Through the sexual needs pent up within me, of six long months of nothing, to the training I had received to block out so much of myself and focus on him, my mind and body whirled. It was an emotional and physical roller coaster and my brain attempted at times to try and figure out what he was doing before I could shut out the need to do that. After so long of denying myself and shutting off my sexual desires to focus more on what master wanted me to focus on, it was hard to lay there and do nothing while he tantalized my body and mind. Yet this was exactly what master wanted of me. "You're thinking." "Yes master." "Shhh, shut off that brain little one. I want you feeling." His words were soft and almost a whisper. He continued to touch me as he spoke. "Master, it's hard to not think! I want to please you master and I don't know what to do with myself and then your touch makes me forget and..." He chuckled softly and continued to touch me as he slowly responded to what I had said. "You need to shut off your brain and think with your heart and body. Your heart and your brain want to please me and touch me like I'm touching you and yet your body cries out for touch. You're thinking about it all and you're going back and forth. Then you don't care and stop thinking for a moment and allow my touch to take you where I want you to go. I want you to be selfish now and that is what I will find pleasing!" He brought his fingers to my nipple and brushed them over the tips of it, bringing on a rush of excitement from me, making me gasp at the gentle breeze of a touch. "I want you to shut down that brain. I want you to take pleasure from me. That is what I want. That is what pleases me. I want to see your beast girl." He brushed his fingers over my other nipple and I closed my eyes, only to quickly open them again, to find him peering into my eyes. "Let me have your beast little one. Let me into you body and soul. Take my pleasure, as it is my will for you. You have pleased me for all these months and have suffered in self denial, to teach you many things. It is now time for you to learn the other side of what I require from you." As his words became real to me, my mind rebelled and I wanted to continue to be pleasing as his slave, just as I had been taught. I didn't know how to shut it all down and do as he wanted me to! Wasn't a slave to serve her master sexually? Wasn't I supposed to tend to his sexual needs with no thought of my own? Confusion mystified me. Again he chuckled as he continued to brush my nipples and then move to my ears to touch them in a feather like touch, moving slowly to my lips and tracing them. He lowered his lips to my own and kissed me gently. Slowly and methodically he continued his soft and undemanding kiss until I could bear it no more and greedily demanded more in my response. I hungrily tried to take the kiss from the gentle he offered me, to the passion I needed. Master met my need and gave me more for a time and then pulled away, making me want to cry out in need for him to continue. He only smiled. "That's better, but you will have to do far more than that to convince me that you want more." His voice rose as he spoke and he pinched a nipple between two fingers. "I want your beast! You will give me my beast-girl tonight. You will learn to receive from me just as you have learnt to serve me. I not only want your sexual service and love making, but I want you to have mine." "I don't know how master!" My voice was filled with emotional turmoil and frustration both emotional and sexual. I wanted to be pleasing and I saw that as serving his sexual need. I could not wrap my mind around him switching things and combining my sexual service to him and his sexually serving me! "Master, please... I don't understand." His soft laughter filled my ears and for a moment I almost wanted to think he was laughing at me and was playing some game of humiliation or something, but I could not picture him doing so. It was just what came to my mind in a way that would have been easier to handle. As I thought that, I knew I was resisting him. I knew that I was allowing my 'self' to control things and I wasn't giving all up to him. Still not knowing how to accomplish what he wanted of me, I, in that moment, determined to do so! I willed myself to stop trying to control things because I thought things should be a certain way. I hadn't immediately realized what my thoughts and feelings amounted to in the big picture, but now that I saw them for what they were, I knew I could not continue doing the way I was. It was just as bad, if not worse than what I did when I tried to figure out what he was doing and anticipating what to expect from him. Wanting to please him and anticipating his needs was far different than anticipating his actions or assuming I knew his intent. I was projecting in a way that came from a more selfish place and that I had to stop doing! I closed my eyes and tried to center myself. Soon I was able to only feel what master was doing to me and all thought stopped. I was no longer slave. I was no longer anything but a woman lying in a bed being touched by her beloved. His touch brought fire to my being and consumed me. His tongue became an instrument of sexual pleasure and his lips both soft and tender one moment and hard the next, made way for teeth that grazed my flesh and then bit softly. He was all over my body, with soft and gentle and feather like touches that would change to little whippets of pain that sent electrical charges throughout my throbbing body. My breath changed from controlled to uncontrolled as did the sounds that came from me. From soft little moans, to groans and gasps of pleasure to pain and the small cries, my voice of all recognizable speech became nothing more than animalistic reverberation. My body cried out for more and for satisfaction and when I grunted in desirous need and then aggressively responded to what he was doing my arms would lower and try to grab at him, to hold him close, ever wanting more from him. And more he gave to me. His fingers moved to search my wet lips and the sensitive flesh of my pussy. He played there for the longest time, entering me only slightly as I would gasp and push up against his fingers, only to move away and move to my clitoris and run his finger against it. Needing him to stop this maddening switch and continue in one place or the other, my body throbbed against him as his mouth took a nipple within and he drove my body further into the need for satisfaction. Smacking my clitoris hard, I cried out, as my body begged from him what my brain could no longer express. "There's my beastly girl! I see her. I hear her. Mmmmm." His fingers entered me and pumped hard and deep as my pussy spasmed around them. Two fingers inside me, doing things two fingers had never done before. He couldn't get enough of my spasms or my cries. Then he stopped and let my pussy slowly spasm until it subsided, kissing me gently. The powerful need still bound within my pulsating body eased a bit and my thoughts started to return. "Ahhh... there she goes. No baby. Bring her back to me." He removed his fingers from me as I wondered how I could do that if he had stopped what he was doing. I still wanted more than anything to be touched until I was experiencing a cum of a lifetime and yet the fire dimmed when he stopped. "Listen to my voice. Do you hear me? Do you know what I want?" He touched my face and I could smell the faint aroma of my pussy juice as his fingers went from my temple to my chin. He lifted my face and looked into my eyes. "Do you want to cum? Does that hot pussy need my cock to fill it and pump it hard? Does your clit spasm in need little one?" His words fueled the dimming fire within me and flamed up to lick at my soul. "Does my little one need more? More touch of my fingers flicking her clit and entering that pussy to fuck it? Humm? Does my baby need her masters cock to fill her and fuck her hard... harder and harder until she is a little beast taking his cock for her own until he cums hard and hot inside her?" Hearing him talk to me this way had me closing my eyes, picturing only what he was describing and no longer thinking anything. My body needed all he was saying and responded to his words as if he had touched me and done those things! His fingers slid over my clitoris and gently went in circles until I made sounds that encouraged him to go faster. My need so strong, I climaxed with my body bucking up in spasmodic jerks I couldn't have controlled if I had wanted to. His kiss took me, his breath on my face and his hard cock pressed against me only served to continue the need I had. I was hornier than I had ever been and I wanted more! Damn it I wanted more! I needed more and I had to have more! "Master... please." "Please what?" "Please take me! I need you now master!" He laughed and sat up, leaving me laying there, throbbing and wanting more. He reached for the camera and took a picture. Then stood and moved around the bed. "Open your legs. If you want more, then open your legs. Show me what needs this cock." I obediently opened my legs not caring about anything other than bringing him back to me! He returned to the side of the bed and set the camera down, and gave me a long drawn out look before he eased upon the bed. Again he started in on my body, playing with my nipples, kissing me, playing with my clit until I was almost ready to scream with a cum, stopping short before I could. Each time he did it, my groan was no quiet thing! He would soon return to my clit and bring me close again and stop. On the fourth time he did it, I growled from deep within my chest and up through my throat until it escaped my parted lips. Though narrowed eyes, he could see my eyes were glazed over and before I could control myself again, he was over me and pushing his hard cock deep inside me. He pumped into my pussy hard and fast, as I grunted and strained against him, trying to pull him deeper, to feel more of him, to at last take what I wanted and needed with no thought but one. To fuck until my beast; his beast, was fulfilled. When I came hard and he spilt his cum within me, we both cried out, but the sound made no sense to human ears, for I was no longer anything but beast. He lay upon me as we slowly eased our way to a calmer state. "There's my beast. That's what I want and there will be more of her tonight. Yes, there will be far more of her tonight and my little she-beast will meet her master's beast. Yes..." He kissed my temple. "There will be more beastly activity tonight." To Be Continued In Part Two of Becoming His Slave Girl