1 comments/ 29582 views/ 13 favorites Enslaving Chloe By: visviva2 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Prologue == This story is a work of fiction, but it is based on true events. It is fiction in the sense that what I have described here represents a distilled version of what actually happened. I have tried to remain true to the spirit of how things were, so while some parts are exactly as they occurred, in other parts of my story I have had to impose a sequence of events in order to make my story more readable and understandable. I say understandable, but you may not be able to fully understand me. I know that my desires are not generally accepted by society, and may even be regarded as perverted by some. Whatever you think, I have tried to include enough background so that my motivations and inclinations are evident. This part of my story is about how I came to live in slavery with my best friend, Chloe, which was something for which I had long yearned. For several months I begged Master to be allowed to bring Chloe into our life, even before I had talked her into agreeing to become his new slave. It took a long time to persuade Master to agree to my proposal. He graciously allowed me to talk with him about it on many occasions as I sat naked at his feet. We talked often and of many things. He always encouraged me to suggest ways in which I might be able to serve him more deeply. All my ideas were discussed as thoroughly as they deserved, but most were eventually dismissed. Master preferred to adopt his own ideas about how I submitted to him, and he had the final say, after all. The topic of being allowed to serve my best friend Chloe while both of us were under his total control came up again a few weeks ago. I sensed that Master had been thinking more seriously about this proposal than had previously been the case. Chloe was still unmarried, and was someone Master had met on many occasions, and I had told him much about her. The idea was apparently becoming more attractive to my Master, despite his reservations. He told me that he understood that it would be good for me to have my best friend with me, as he knew that we were very close. But he was also concerned that introducing another into our household might complicate things in unexpected and unintended ways. Master knew that women could be very competitive with each other, and he did not want to have to deal with anything like that. I impressed upon him the depth of my yearning by prostrating my naked body before him and begging profusely. I had grown quite adept at begging over the years I had been his slave, but on this occasion I begged like never before. I promised I would never again ask anything of him should he grant me this one desire. I won his approval. Once I had Master's agreement, I asked if I might be allowed to go and stay with my friend Chloe for a few days, in order to persuade her to take what I considered her rightful place with him. Usually I was not allowed out of the house unless in the company of my Master, but he well knew that Chloe had dominated me in the past and he trusted her judgement. He agreed on the condition that I told Chloe I would serve her absolutely and without question. He was confident that she would be attracted by the chance to use and torment me without restriction, for she had not had the opportunity since I had gone to live with my Master. I was 18 when Chloe began to dominate me, and during the following years she had awakened in me a desire for total submission. Eventually, I found Master and became his slave. But I still fantasized that one day my friend Chloe would join me in being enslaved by him. It had become a favourite fantasy that I masturbated to often. Now, years later, my fantasy has become reality! I am naked, lying on my back with my legs spread obscenely and my head between my Owner's feet. As I look up I can see Chloe, who is kneeling on the couch next to my Master sucking his cock. I slowly stroke my wet cunt as he has instructed. This is where I belong, and I have never been more aroused or more excited. Later, if I am very fortunate, I may be allowed to lick his cum out of Chloe's well fucked cunt. This would be the icing on the cake, so-to-speak. It seems a long time ago since I had the pleasure of watching Chloe present herself to my Owner as his new slave. But it was only yesterday. == Chapter 1 == I knew Chloe would enjoy being able to treat me cruelly and take everything I valued away from me once again. Even though we were roughly the same age, she had the stronger personality and she never hesitated to take advantage of this fact. Like me, Chloe was actually deeply submissive... but only to a stronger entity that she had agreed to serve. With anyone else, she was absolutely ruthless about finding ways in which to impose her desires on others. Since our friendship began, I always had to give in to her, and allow her to do as she wished, even to my own disadvantage. However, I never saw her behaviour as selfish no matter how much I suffered at her hands. For I loved her totally and completely and I knew that she loved me also, in her own unique way. Since Chloe knows me better than anyone, she understands that I prefer to show my love by suffering for those to whom I wish to give my affection. She also knows that by imposing her desires on me she is only giving me what I really want, no matter how much I might protest otherwise. Chloe and I have never had any secrets from each other. Like any girl's best friend, she was someone I had always confided in about all kinds of feelings and dreams, including my deepest and most twisted desires. Chloe is only doing what she knows I would want her to do when she makes me suffer for her. It only makes our already powerful bond even stronger, and we both understand that each of us needs the other in a way no other relationship could ever change. So after some years when I had naturally focused more on serving my Master, it seemed I was now able to rekindle the bond which while still present had been largely dormant for a while. I did not tell her I was coming, as I knew that if I suddenly appeared at her door late one evening she would not be surprised. No matter what she was doing I knew she would be happy to arrange things so as to include me. And when I told her that my Master had given me permission to stay with her for a few days on condition that I obeyed her totally in every way, she was delighted. I also said that I had a proposal to put to her, but that I would wait until she told me that she was ready to discuss it before saying any more. After hearing all this, Chloe just smiled at me with a particularly cruel look in her eyes which sent shivers down my spine... and I felt myself become wet instantly. Wordlessly, she opened the door and waved me in. As soon as she'd closed the door she looked at my clothes with a scornful gaze and pointed to the floor. I understood that I was to strip naked and get on my knees. My hands were trembling with excitement as I unbottoned my blouse and eased out of my skirt. She stood watching me undress until I was completely nude. When I got on my knees she simply walked off towards the back of the house leaving me to crawl after her, as I knew she expected. I followed Chloe all the way back to the kitchen. She sat down at the table and resumed drinking her coffee, spreading her legs and hitching up her skirt so I could see she was not wearing any panties. I was not surprised as Chloe rarely wore underwear. Without even looking at me, Chloe tapped her pussy with her fingers. I understood what she was telling me, and I crawled forward until my head was between her legs and began lapping at her cunt. I continued to lick while she sipped her coffee and flipped idly through a magazine. For her part, she ignored me until I had aroused her to the point where she almost involuntarily began to moan and thrash around... I kept licking, and was totally oblivious to anything but what now consumed me. I thought of myself as just a cunt-licking little slut, and felt that this was my life's work. I loved feeling my face covered with Chloe's juices. Putting her fingers into my long hair she pulled my face into her cunt and ground her pussy against my lips as I continued to lick and she orgasmed yet again. Looking up at her as she spasmed, Chloe seemed more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. I was happy to see that my efforts were giving her so much pleasure, and it was possible to read countless emotions on her face. I watched varying degrees of bliss flicker across her features and her eyes first stared wide then closed. I gradually slowed my licking as I felt the tension of her grip in my hair relax. Intuitively, we both seemed to know that an end point had been reached. After such an intense erotic experience where we had been joined together through my tongue, it was strange to come back down to mundane reality from such heights. Chloe lay there limply in the chair, completely spent with her legs spread wide. I gently cleaned up her juices with my tongue. I was in Heaven. My mind still buzzing, I sat on my knees quietly until Chloe had recovered her self possession enough to notice me again. She looked down at me, while I tried to avoid meeting her gaze. To get my attention, she took one of my nipples between her fingers and tightening her grip she pulled me up on my knees until I was forced to look at her. I gazed up at her with eyes full of love. "Good girl," she said in a sexily husky tone. These were her first words to me since I'd arrived. Now that my mouth was within easy reach, she kissed me. Our tongues writhed briefly together then she again took my hair in her hand and pulled me right up against her. We kissed deeply and passionately and as we kissed, I could feel the intense love we shared. I was happy to have been allowed to pleasure her. My own pleasure was not important, but in reality I got a so much pleasure from serving Chloe that everything else seemed relatively unimportant. Pleasing her was enough for me. Chloe was someone whose motivations I never questioned. What might appear to others as very selfish and insensitive treatment by her, was in fact simply the way we communicated wordlessly with each other. The more she demanded of me, and the more she degraded and humiliated me, the more I felt she was expressing her love for me by giving me exactly what I craved. We rarely felt the need to talk about these things. It was the way we had related since soon after we met when we were both 18, and now that we were adults it had become second nature for us. She took from me, knowing that I wanted to give her everything. She treated me cruelly, knowing that I needed such treatment. Being totally subservient to my friend Chloe was natural to me. I felt secure in our relationship of total mutual acceptance and respect... no matter how it might look to anyone else. I knew that Chloe was always there for me, no matter what. And Chloe knew that she could treat me any way she wished no matter the situation, and that I would understand. Chloe always liked to have me naked around her (just like my Master), and I had often served as a maid at her tea parties when we were in our early 20s wearing nothing but a little apron and a frilly cap. She and her friends would torment me and use me cruelly on these occasions, but to me it was an opportunity to suffer for someone I loved, and to increase her prestige with her friends from the snotty girls school we both attended. So we'd always known that we would both fit into whatever the other was doing in ways that most people would not understand, and I was quite confident that I could simply appear in her life without any advance notice. Chloe would make room for me somehow. She also knew I would fit in with whatever was required of me whether that was as her friend, her lover, her pet... or her maid. We simply adapted ourselves to the mood of the other, without any explanation being necessary. After our long kiss, I knew better than to expect that Chloe would indulge in idle chatter, or share anything with me about her life, despite the fact that we had not had the opportunity to talk to each other much for many months. She knew that I would be hers for a few days and that I had a proposal for her. I knew I would allow her to determine how things went and I had no reservations about accepting her decisions and obeying her commands. Without anything having to be said, I knew that we were both pleased to have this unexpected opportunity to spend some time together, and I was sure she had missed me. All these thoughts filtered idly through my mind as I remained naked on my knees at Chloe's feet. Suddenly she slapped me in the face. Very hard. Momentarily stunned, I dropped my head to the kitchen floor to indicate my submission. Chloe glared at me as if she had just discovered her naked friend was sitting at her feet with girl juice all over her face "Thank me for allowing you to serve me, cunt!" she demanded. I was hardly surprised by her words, or by her tone. I was also not surprised or offended to be referred to as "cunt" by my best friend. Chloe knew that my Master had taken away my former name when I became his slave several years ago. He had told me that he would take away my name to help me understand that I no longer owned anything. Not even a name. From that moment on my name was whatever he felt like calling me... Often it was cunt, sometimes bitch, whore, slut, or whatever took his fancy at the moment. But he did have a "pet" name for me, which he used quite often. This was puss. I knew it was short for pussy, but it was also a recognition that I was his little pet. And truth be told, I thoroughly enjoyed both meanings of my new name, such as it was. Since Chloe knew that I no longer used my former name, she had also abandoned using it, and instead took great pleasure in calling me anything she fancied. Actually, years ago she had often renamed me for no apparent reason, and that name might continue to be used for many weeks or months. I might also be given a new name for some specific reason, such as when I was acting as her maid. She had a lot of fun inventing some awful name which she could use to further humiliate me in front of her friends. When so inclined, she often spoke to me as if I was a servant, even in an everyday context. I didn't really care what she called me. Words did not matter that much between us. And the tone used was irrelevant. We totally understood each other without having to say anything, so if words were used at all or what words those might be, hardly mattered. Being slapped and abused by my dear friend was as tender a gesture to me as a caress or words of love might be to others. When Chloe demanded that I thank her, I bent my head down until I reached her feet. I kissed then licked the boots she wore, and said, "Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Chloe." In response, she moved the left boot I happened to be licking away from my extended tongue and said, "When you're licking my boots it's Mistress, not Chloe." Then she walked off. I crawled along behind her without having to be told. When she reached her bedroom she ignored me and began to undress. She took off her blouse and skirt. There was no underwear, as was her custom. Then sitting on the edge of the bed, she proffered a boot to me without explanation. I already knew what to do; kneeling there naked I slowly removed one boot then the other. I knelt by her bed as I watched her get in. Looking down at me Chloe smiled and patted the empty part of the bed next to her. I bounded up onto the bed like an excited puppy. She put her arms around me. It must have been several years since I'd had the pleasure of being skin to skin with my dear friend. I think we both missed those times. We drifted off to sleep without saying anything, content to be curled up together. On this night of reunion we both slept deeply until the first light of dawn began to filter into Chloe's room. I was the first to wake. As was my habit from years earlier, I slid down in the bed and began to kiss my friend's inner thighs until she instinctively spread her legs and allowed me access to her pussy. Slowly and gently I lapped at her beautiful cunt. I wanted her to wake to pleasure and arousal. This was something I loved to do for her and had missed. It filled my heart with joy to hear her little moans and cries as she gradually awoke to a world of pure pleasure. I continued licking her slowly and patiently as her body shuddered and spasmed next to me and I felt connected to my dear friend's innermost feelings and responses. I could have continued all day. After several intense orgasms Chloe reached down and pulled me up towards her. Chloe's eyes looked into mine so passionately; I could plainly see her love and desire. Without a word she slowly licked her juices off my face as I whispered over and over my thanks. Then we spent a long moment kissing deeply. Chloe liked to taste her cunt juice on my lips. It was a secret pleasure we had shared on many occasions and it was blissful to return to our old ways when we shared such simple pleasures. When she finally broke our kiss, Chloe looked at me for a long time. "You're such a slut!" she said. I was truly happy. Fortunately, Chloe's lifestyle accomodated our current desire to lay about in her bed all morning. I went off to make some coffee and brought that and a plate of freshly sliced fruit with me when I came back to her bedroom. Chloe was sitting up in bed and beckoned me to her side. She was talking on the phone, making arrangements for a business meeting later in the day and at the same time clearing the morning for us to share without interruption. My friend Chloe had always been the creative one. She had a natural talent for drawing, photography, writing, and anything of that kind. Over the years she had developed a career where she used these abilities to make a living. She worked to her own schedule and had a lot of free time to herself except when she had a looming deadline. Then she could work for 24 hours non-stop without sleeping and often without even stopping for meals. But that was not very often and this was not one of those times. Instead we were able to spend all morning talking, laughing, drinking coffee and snacking on the fruit and chocolate I knew Chloe kept on hand. That was what she lived on during her non-stop working sprees. In between the talking and laughing Chloe stroked my hair and sometimes gave me her chocolate-covered finger to suck on. When she did that I felt so close to her, and it reminded me that Chloe often varied her desire to degrade and humiliate me with moments of great tenderness. She also liked to treat me like a pet. She sometimes kept me on a leash which was attached to a red felt collar she'd had made. At times I was even taken out on my leash when Chloe was attending a party or having a soiree with her friends. She would have me sit on the floor at the side of her chair while she held my leash, stroked me occasionally, and fed me delicacies from the plates of food that were around. I always enjoyed being displayed like that, and people would often come up and pat me on the head while complimenting Chloe on her pet. I was rarely spoken to directly, and from time to time I'd lick her fingers or in some other way show my affection in a pet-like way. Being kept in such a non-human position and treated like some kind of exotic animal always excited me. As my best friend for many years, Chloe already knew all about my desires and needs. I have always desired someone stronger-willed to look after me. This is a feeling which has always been within me as long as I can remember. So when I became friends with Chloe and recognized that she was a stronger character than me I was immediately aware that she could fulfill that need. I think that was part of the reason we were so close. I looked to her for strength and comfort and I wanted to serve her and do things for her in return for her protection. We established this way of relating very soon after we met and have never changed. It was not something we discussed, or even referred to all that much. It was simply a fact. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 02 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 2 == At the same time as my friend Chloe began to become more closed off to me due to various circumstances, I too was moving away from her in other directions of my own. Never as creative as she, although I shared similar tastes and interests, I ended up working as an arts bureaucrat at the state government level. My world was all about processing funding grants, drafting arts policies, and attending meetings and conferences. Although we worked in related fields it was difficult to find time to spend time together. Like Chloe I also had my share of relationship disasters. My first boyfriend was the brother of a schoolmate. I used to see him at her house, and gradually we started going out. Like most boys his age he was totally self-absorbed and knew nothing about how a girl truly wanted to be treated, especially a submissive girl like me. But I was already 18 and thought at that age I had to have a boyfriend. He was the most obvious candidate. After a while he began to initiate sex. By initiate sex, I mean that he would fumble with my bra or want me to stroke his cock. Eventually we did develop a sexual relationship -- after a fashion. It was not as I'd imagined, but he seemed to like it. Actually, what I discovered was that conventional sex did nothing for me at all. It was not the gentle, erotic sex of my girlish imagination, and it was not exciting or stimulating as I'd always thought sex with a man would be. So I endured it to keep my boyfriend happy, as I suppose many women have done. Afer we had been together for some time and I had begun to think that he might understand me at least a little, there was an occasion on which I decided to try to get my boyfriend to act as my lovers always did in my dreams. In my imagination my lover would simply *take* me when he wanted me and would demonstrate his power over me by treating me roughly. I don't mean that I wanted someone brutal, but what excited me was having my lover show me that I was totally his, perhaps by slapping me or gently choking me, while he thrust into my quivering body. I imagined my legs to be spread out obscenely and I wanted to feel totally vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do with me. Just thinking about such a scene always made me wet. On this night, with my boyfriend on top of me, silently grinding away, I lay there feeling nothing much at all. I must have been drifting off into my own fantasy world in an attempt to escape the tedious reality of my situation. Rather tentatively, I reached up and stroked his face. He looked down at me, grinning in his boyish way. "Please hit me," I asked. His reaction was one of absolute shock and revulsion. He froze and looked at me in horror, as if suddenly discovering he was having sex with a monster. I suppose in his mind that's exactly what I was. He pulled out, got off me, and screamed at me that I was *sick*... I was stunned. I felt utterly humiliated; not the arousing humiliation that the dominant lovers of my dreams imposed on me as I both cringed and shuddered in arousal but a deeply-felt pain of judgement and rejection from words and actions intended to hurt me. I began to weep but he just walked off, hurriedly dressing himself as he went, and left me there without another word. I never saw him again. That was the beginning and end of my interest in boys my own age. After that I didn't see anyone for quite a while, but after I'd recovered my self esteem a little, I began to go to bars and cafes with some friends. I preferred to be with a group and in an environment where I could remain relatively anonymous. I was not really looking to meet anyone but one night I met Tony. The only reason I noticed him was that unlike most of the men in those places he didn't try to hit on me. He was actually rather shy. It was I who asked to sit at his table and opened the conversation by making a few comments about the venue. Gradually we began to talk and while he was no great intellectual, Tony had a lot of experience in areas like managing bands and promoting music events which impressed me at the time. He was in his early 40's and although he did not have the look of a tough guy from the way he spoke he seemed to be involved in an underworld milieu, which I found quite fascinating. While we chatted on and off he made no attempt to try and impress me or to pick me up, and it was only when I was leaving that he asked about seeing me again. I gave him my phone number not really expecting him to call. About a week later he rang and asked me out. I didn't really see him as boyfriend material, but I thought it might be nice to have a more mature man to take me around occasionally and I was interested to see something of his world. It was a world of late night bars and alternative music gigs about which I knew little. The occasional evening (and early morning) spent in his company gradually developed into something more regular, and without even realising what had happened at first we began seeing each other. It was certainly not a conventional relationship, but I think that was part of the attraction for me. Rather than taking me to dinner or out clubbing, Tony brought me along while he conducted his business dealings in various low-life joints. It was never very clear exactly what kind of business was involved. Something not strictly legal, I gathered. Although he tried to act like a gangster, he was not really the mean or brutal type. But he really got off on having a pretty young thing like me hanging off his arm, and in particular he loved it if I wore my school uniform. I was still in school and in those days it was fashionable to wear the skirt as short as possible. No doubt it looked cool among the people he dealt with for a middle aged man to have a hot young schoolgirl hanging on his arm during his devious dealings. I appreciated that he never allowed anyone to bother me in any way, although I got the impression some of his associates were tempted to ask if I was *available* for more than being ogled. The first time we had sex was almost accidental. I'd had a bit much to drink and was not in any condition to go home. Tony suggested that I rest at his place for a while an he'd drive me home later. I know that sounds like he was just trying to get me into bed, but he was really rather protective towards me and had never tried to push me into anything. In any case I was in no fit state to care as soon after we got to his house I felt violently ill and needed to throw up. My dress ended up a mess, and Tony said I should take it off and he would put it into the wash for me. While he was doing that I literally crawled into his bed just wearing my bra and panties. It sounds kind of romantic, but I was feeling as sick as a dog. Tony was a real gentlemen and after checking on me he left me alone to sleep. It was already early in the morning and he must have been tired, but he didn't use that as an excuse to crawl in next to me. I awoke an hour or two later feeling a lot better as vomiting must have purged the toxins from my body. I still felt confused and at first I wondered where I was. Just then Tony came in to see how I was and to bring me some water. I really appreciated his thoughtfulness and after telling him that I was feeling better I said "Why don't you lie down for a while. You must be tired." It was his bed, after all. Soon we were cuddling and kissing. I'd never really done that with Tony before. Since I was wearing only a bra and panties our tentative cuddles soon developed into something more. I must have still been affected by alcohol although I was no longer drunk. "Love me, Tony" I told him even though I was not sure what that meant. He slowly unhooked my bra as we kissed and he moved down to suck on my nipples. Waves of ecstacy flowed through my body and I reached down and took off my panties. I was naked and very excited and I'm sure Tony knew that I wanted him. Especially since I was moaning "Fuck me, fuck me" over and over. Instead of just fucking me Tony asked if I'd mind being tied up. I'd never done anything like that before but I was intrigued and readily agreed. Since he didn't have any ropes and had to use the cord from his dressing gown, I think it was really just some kind of kinky game he thought might appeal to a young inexperienced girl like me. As a matter of fact it did! I discovered that I loved being tied up during sex. It was a revelation. I didn't even know the word bondage back then, but what amazed me was that for the first time during sex with a man I had an orgasm! From then on I insisted on being bound as part of our sex play. It's the one thing I learned from Tony that has stayed with me ever since. Our relationship briefly flowered into something quite intense, but it all came to a tragic end when my mother eventually found out what kind of man her young schoolgirl daughter was dating. She immediately forbade me from seeing Tony again. Although I was still at school, I was already 18 and considered myself quite grown up. Despite my very limited experience I felt myself to be a mature woman and being with Tony had only strengthened this view. I was used to hanging out in places most girls my age didn't even know existed much less ever got to see, and I didn't need to listen to some out of touch older person like my mother. I flatly refused to stop seeing Tony. Mother realised that the only way she was going to make an impression on the inflated sense I had of my place in the world would be by more drastic action. I was grounded and, although I didn't know at first, she arranged to take me away with her to stay with relatives in another state. When I found out what she had planned I assumed it would only be for a few days. I affected to appear unconcerned, ever self aware of my newfound *maturity* and wanting to seem unfazed by Mother's frantic attempts to end my relationship with Tony. She kept me away for over a month, far longer than I had expected. Despite my increasingly irate protests I was not allowed out of her sight and I was not able to contact Tony at all. I became quite frantic and protested long and loud, but all to no avail. When we eventually returned home, I was allowed one final, closely-supervised chance to talk to Tony during which I had to tell him I was not allowed to see him any more. There was certainly no opportunity for any bondage sex, and we were both in tears. I had never seen a grown man cry before. I was devastated and felt that my whole life had been ruined by my crazy mother. I did manage to sneak in a few quick phone calls to Tony, but I was ever under the watchful eye of my mother. So despite sobbing vows of undying love to each other, I was unable to see him again. I had to account for all my movements in great detail, and my mother would insist on coming with me as much as possible. She very definitely did not want her young daughter turning out to be a gangster's moll, or even to have a relationship with an older man. Eventually I began to get over it. I really had no choice and slowly I gave up my hopes of every being with Tony. I spent the next year or so without a sexual relationship. It was at this time that I became friends with Chloe and I began to confide everything to her. Not only did I tell her that I had previously been in a relationship with an older man, but also about the bondage, how I had responded to that, and everything else. Chloe also shared with me her own desires and fantasies, and for the first time I realised that I was not the only person in the world who felt as I did. This meant that we bonded much more strongly than girlfriends usually do, and we were totally open with each other. It felt like she was my other half. The half that was more assertive, more daring and more sophisticated than I usually felt. She knew all about my dreams and inclinations so Chloe was very protective of me and immediately became my guardian in a sense that my mother would have envied. Naturally she also took the opportunity to fill the void that splitting with Tony had left in my life. We very quickly became inseparable and soon I had submitted to her in almost every way. I allowed her to order me around and I willingly served her in any way she demanded. I imposed no limits on my servitude, so my friend Chloe effectively became my dominant, although I didn't know about such relationships at that time. My bondage experiments with Tony had been a thrill for me, unlike anything I had ever experienced. But Tony didn't seem to know much and apart from discovering that I liked to be tied up during sex our relationship was really quite innocent. The bondage had piqued my curiosity about unconventional sex but what I'd been able to discover from books in the library and other sources was very limited. Mostly my ideas were based on pure fantasy and I spent hours thinking about how someone would come and take me, tie me up and make me theirs. I'd had such ideas since I was very young and the attraction to being treated like that, although very strong, was little more than girlish dreams that had incorporated a sexual element only after I'd discovered sexual feelings. I had shared all these thoughts and dreams with Chloe and when we discovered that we had similar desires it just naturally developed that we took on roles that allowed us to explore our submissive natures in terms that were modified by our slightly different personalities. At first her domination of me was expressed by the way she treated me like a servant. It was not always obvious to others that I was Chloe's devoted personal assistant as a lot of girls had relationships like that, but at times she enjoyed humiliating me by making me grovel or accept cruel treatment at her hands in a very public way. I never complained and I allowed her to do as she wished. I even followed her instructions when we were with a group of our friends. They laughed at me for my slavish devotion to Chloe, but I didn't care. Eventually our already closely bonded relationship developed a sexual element. I still remember how it happened. One day I was at Chloe's house, which was often the case as we'd go there after school to hang out. Chloe's parents were not around as they both worked long hours and that gave us total freedom to act as we wished. Usually this meant that my dear friend would have me serving her in various ways, such as making her drinks and sandwiches. On this occasion she was elsewhere in the house for some reason, and I was sitting on her bed, gazing sightlessly out the window and vaguely day-dreaming about being tied up and fucked. It's not unusual for a girl the age I was then to lose herself in erotic day-dreams. Most people looking at a young girl in a short skirt as she's window shopping would imagine the only thing on her mind is the latest fashion. In reality, most girls my age were thinking about sex in one form or another most of the time. After all, it's a newly discovered pleasure we've only just begun to explore. Although teenage girls' erotic fantasies are often wrapped up with all kinds of romantic nonsense, and even dressing to look *hot* plays a part, it's still about sex. Some girls probably had a more prosaic kind of sex in mind than I did. My thoughts were of strict bondage, blindfolds, and being verbally humiliated by having to beg for what I most wanted... sex! I thought of myself as a very hardcore little bitch and secretly felt superior to other girls my age who day dreamed of things like soft kisses. Of course, I dreamed about kisses too, but in my case I was kissing my Master's feet, then finding myself hauled up by my hair to meet his steely gaze... Then I was told what a dirty little slut I was, and how I badly needed to be put in my place... and then... Chloe came up to me and slapped me in the face hard. I was stunned by the force of her slap and until I realised that she must have come into the room without me being aware I actually thought that my daydreams had become real. Before I could come completely to my senses, Chloe pulled me off the bed and pushed me down onto my knees. Still wondering what was happening I gazed up at her. "I know what you're thinking, you little whore!" she told me. I was sure this was true - my best friend knew exactly what kind of fantasies I usually had in my head - but I didn't say anything. Chloe often amused herself abusing and humiliating me when the mood took her. She knew I didn't mind. In fact mostly I enjoyed it. Even when it was not exactly what I wanted at that moment I just let her do as she wished. Usually I ended up enjoying it, even if I hadn't at the start. "Head down and arse in the air," were her instructions. I obeyed. Chloe walked around me, looking down at me. Maybe she could smell my hot pussy, or maybe it was instinct, or maybe I just got lucky. Whatever it was, the next thing I knew, my friend pushed my legs apart with her foot and flipped my skirt up over my back. I was not wearing any panties and my secret was out. My dripping wet cunt was plain to see. There was no doubt about my state of mind. She put her hand between my legs and thrust a finger into my pussy. It slid into me smoothly. "So I was right," she said, "you are just a slutty little whore, who needs to be put in her place." How did she know to say those words? I shuddered and Chloe noticed. She came around and sat on the bed in front of me. I stared at the carpet as I couldn't look her in the face. Another slap got my attention. As I looked up in shock, a finger was pushed into my mouth. I could taste my own juices on it, so I knew it was the one she had just pushed into my wet cunt. I sucked hungrily on it, liking the taste of my own juices. I often licked them off my fingers after pleasuring myself, which I'd been doing quite a lot recently. Seeing my obvious enjoyment of what she was putting me through, Chloe grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and hitched her dress up to her waist with the other. I noticed that she was not wearing any panties either. She pulled me slowly towards her saying, "Such a wet little whore needs to be put to work. And I know exactly what kind of work you're going to do!" I had never licked a girl's cunt before. I had seen my friend's pussy many times when we were playing dress-ups or changing clothes but never this close. And it was getting closer. Chloe spread her legs wider and pulled me between them by my hair. I could smell her musk quite strongly. She must have been excited too. She pulled my hair until my mouth was within easy reach of her cunt but she stopped just before my mouth made contact. She was not forcing me to lick her (although that would have been ok with me). I realised that she wanted me to do it of my own volition. To encourage me Chloe began to talk to me in the dirty, nasty way she knew I liked. I had confessed to her during our many girl talk sessions that being verbally abused turned me on so she was well aware of how to get me going. "Is the little whore thinking how slutty it will be for her to lick her best friend's cunt?" she inquired. There was a lot more of the same. Eventually Chloe told me, "I've always known you wanted to be my little fucktoy and that licking cunt is all you're good for." She kept up a relentless monologue along similar lines. "I'm very happy that a slut like you has finally realised how much you want to have my cunt juice all over your slut face, and how you will later thank me for allowing a whore like you the priviledge." By now I was in a kind of daze and I'm sure that Chloe's comments were having the desired effect. Somehow it just seemed the most natural thing in the world to stick out my tongue and take a lick at my friend's cunt. After the first lick, I began to lap more strongly. Soon I was in a kind of frenzy, as if my friend's cunt was the source of the sweetest tasting honey and I could not get enough. Chloe's grip gradually loosened in my hair, but I no longer needed to be pulled between her legs. I would have fought to stay there if she had tried to push me away! Enslaving Chloe Ch. 02 I can't remember how long I knelt between her legs, licking her to orgasm after orgasm. It seemed a very long time yet not long enough. Chloe just lay back, legs spread, and let me do the work that indeed suited me so well. When she'd had enough she didn't push me away, she just closed her legs little by little and I knew to stop lapping. I knelt there with my head resting on Chloe's thigh. We were both panting slightly and we stayed liked that for quite a while. I felt as though I had learned something new and very beautiful. When she came back to consciousness, Chloe reached down and pulled me up onto the bed beside her. Then she kissed me passionately. Neither of us said anything. It was a very special moment. Later, as she had predicted, I did thank her. Profusely. So that was my introduction to submissive girl sex at the hands of my best friend. It seemed to fit perfectly with my other erotic desires such as bondage and humiliation. After Tony's fumbling efforts, Chloe was much more in tune with my needs so I was even more happy to go along with whatever she wanted than had previously been the case. After that we began to have sex together frequently. Chloe liked me come to her bed whenever I was staying overnight. Sometimes we lay in bed and talked, sometimes we just cuddled together, but almost always it ended up with my head between her legs as she pushed my tongue further into her pussy and told me what a dirty little whore I was. I also learned to lick her arse, to do her with a vibrator, and much else besides. I even got her to tie me up occasionally. I especially enjoyed being bound and then having my friend sit on my face as I tongue-fucked her until she came and her juices filled my mouth. I am always happiest when well-used and totally dominated. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 03 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 3 == Despite loving Chloe very deeply and enjoying serving her very much, in my head I still wanted to be with a man. Although I felt very comfortable being Chloe's plaything in every way, I felt I needed a male presence to dominate me. I now knew two things things I absolutely required in any future relationship: it would be an older man, and he would have to be willing to tie me up. When I was finally able to go out without being subjected to my mother's ever-watchful gaze I got to meet a few guys, but it appeared that my fantasies were far in excess of any actual experience I could find. My attempts to find an older man who would treat me in the way I wanted were disasters, only distinguished by the degree to which they failed to match my very active fantasy life. Many men were interested in my hot teenage body and in order to get into my pants they would tell me how they would dominate me. But in reality, they were not truly dominant men. They rarely even knew anything about bondage, and if they did it was just some kind of kinky sex game to them. They really knew no more about how to treat a submissive woman than did most boys my own age. Finding the kind of man who would truly understand me, and could give me what I now knew I needed, was much more difficult than I had expected. Since my time with Tony I knew of various undesirable night spots, bars and night clubs. I thought I knew where to go to find the kind of men I hoped might be able to dominate me. I would dress up in a tight top, short skirt and "fuck-me" heels and head off. But I couldn't simply go up to some hunky looking guy and ask him if I could submit to him, so I just hung around waiting for someone to approach me. It rarely took very long. I always had plenty of offers but most of the guys who tried to chat me up were only interested in a quick fuck or acquiring a young trophy girlfriend to impress their friends. Neither outcome was remotely interesting to me. I didn't want to be approached with lame pick-up lines. What I really wanted was this: I wanted someone to just pull me out of whatever sleazy bar I was in, take me out into the car park, slap me around a bit and push me into their car without a word. In my imagination, as he drove he would order me to undress. If I hesitated, as I would very briefly just to see what might happen, the stern look he gave me would be enough to have my fingers unbuttoning and unzipping what little I had on. I wanted all this to be done as if the man had total authority over me and there was no need to ask for my permission. I wanted him to act in a way that was firm but not brutal. A way that meant I was expected to follow instructions without question. I was not to question. I was to obey. Instead I got many puzzled looks and outraged comments from those who found my indifference to their charms impossible to understand. Often I had to move on empty-handed to another bar when I'd worn out my welcome. Very occasionally I'd meet someone with enough charm to enjoy a bit of conversation. Then I'd try to steer the discussion towards to my interests so as to hear his views. It was no problem to get these guys to talk about sex, but I was not interested in just ANY sex. I wanted to talk about a specific kind of sex and if the conversation was not developing as I wished I sometimes asked the man I was talking to if he had ever tied anyone up or in other ways tried to discover if he was on my wave-length. Mostly my attempts fell flat as it quickly became obvious that the guys I met either didn't understand what I was talking about or thought I just wanted kinky sex. This went on for quite some time. On those rare occasions when a found a potential match, it went nowhere or ended in disappointment. For example, one night I met Dave. He did seem to know what I meant by bondage. In fact he told me sotto voce that I should call him Master Dave. He didn't seem very dominant and I was certainly not going to address him like that on such short acquaintance, but at least he was familiar with the subject. We had an interesting conversation, and then Dave... er, Master Dave as he kept insisting I call him, told me that it would be better if we continued our discussion elsewhere. I liked that he told me rather than asked, but I was uneasy about going anywhere with someone like him. Although I'd often imagined that I would feel swept away by a dominant force and simply do as I was told this presupposed some feeling of recognition as kindred spirits. Dave was clearly lacking in dominant force department so I was very sceptical he was what I needed. On the other hand, if I didn't go along with "Master Dave" at least for a while how would I know if he was what he claimed to be? With many reservations, but coasting on a wave of something close to desperation after after an already exhausting search I followed him out of the bar. I was full of conflicting emotions but I tried to ignore the red lights which kept flashing in my mind. His car was just outside and he suggested I get in. There was still no explanation of where we were going, but I decided to go along and see how things developed. We only travelled for a few minutes and there were no instructions to strip naked or do anything else. In fact we hardly said a word, and my mind was fully occupied with debating whether I was being very brave or very stupid to go with this man. We soon drove into a yard and "Master Dave" announced that this was where he lived. He got out and I followed him inside. Once the door was closed I had an awful feeling. It was not that I feared being raped or anything like that. Dave did not attack me or seem about to do so. But the house was very untidy and had an unpleasant smell like it had not been aired for a very long time. I stood there trying to decide whether to make some excuse and leave. "Master Dave" said, "Since you want to be my slave you should be on your knees." We had not actually discussed anything about me being his slave, so I was surprised that he'd made the assumption I wanted any such thing. I just looked at him. "On your knees!" Dave shouted at me as he reached out and tried to drag me further into the house. I took a few steps, more from shock than any desire to go with him. Dave seemed to take my continued silence as assent, and he sat in a chair and unzipped his trousers. He took out his cock and asked me if I wanted to suck it! I didn't, but I couldn't speak because I was still trying to think what to say. Before I could come up with the right words for such a strange situation, Dave said, "I've always wanted a slave girl and you can move in here as soon as you want. While I'm at work you can clean the place up a bit. Just make sure to have dinner ready right on time when I get home or I'll have to punish you. Now suck my cock." Suddenly it was only too clear what "Master Dave" had in mind for me. It had no connection with the erotic submission I was seeking, but I didn't feel he would understand if I tried to discuss it with him. So I ran. The front door was not locked and I managed to open it without any trouble. I got out of there as quickly as possible and took off. Somewhere behind me I could hear "Master Dave" yelling. He wanted to know where I was going. I didn't know the answer myself, except it was somewhere else. After that I was careful not to take up any further invitations to "go somewhere" with a man I hardly knew. I talked to a lot more people, but most of them seemed to think I was some kind of nymphomaniac just looking for excitement. I gradually realised that I was searching in the wrong places and that it was unlikely I'd ever find anyone who understood me this way. That realisation was quite depressing. Maybe I was simply inexperienced in the ways of the world but slowly I understood that starting a relationship was just about sex to most men, with no deeper interaction involved. What I was looking for was something that extended much further and had the potential to go much deeper. Something involving trust, commitment, understanding, caring, responsibility. These seemed to be foreign concepts to most of the men I met. During all the time I was trawling the bars and clubs I never felt that I could trust any of the guys I met to look after me and care for me. I think most submissive women need and want to feel a real sense of connection with their dominant and this involves some kind of meeting on the intellectual plane as well as many other things. Most of the men I'd met thought it was just bondage, punishment and sex --- end of story. Then someone told me about a "BDSM Club" and suggested I go there. It was only open two nights a week so I went along not knowing what to expect. The entrance was a small dark doorway with a single bare lightbulb overhead. The bouncer looked like a biker and probably was. I found that as a single woman I didn't have to pay, and when I walked down the steps and emerged into a large room I could see why. Two thirds of the patrons were men. There was a bar at one end of the room and a small stage at the other. Nothing was happening on the stage, so I went to get a drink. It felt like every eye in the room was on me as I headed for the bar. While I was waiting for some bar service a guy who was already standing there offered to buy me a drink. I very politely declined as I didn't want to feel I had to talk to anyone until I'd had a chance to observe things more closely. When someone buys you a drink there's an unspoken obligation to talk to them, so I preferred to buy my own. Having done so, I quickly retreated to an empty table up near the stage. As I looked around it was evident that this was really just another bar, and the patrons did not seem so very different from the other places I'd already been to during my search. The interior decoration looked a bit tired, and there was not much atmosphere, but I'd seen worse. Many of the male patrons were on their own, others were in small all-male groups, some had a female companion. I was the only girl (or woman) on her own. Sitting at the table there was less attention focused on me than when I'd first entered and walked to the bar. Quite surprisingly no one invited themselves to my table right away, but I could see that a few of the single men were considering it. They were just working up the nerve to make an approach, I assumed, but then activity on the stage near me became the focus of attention. Some stage lights came on and a man came out leading a woman by a chain which was tied around her wrists. She was naked except for a pair of panties. He hooked her wrists above her head to some kind of attachment which I had not noticed before due to the dim lighting. He produced a whip and announced that he was about to give a demonstration of flogging. The woman seemed like she had been through something like this many times before, judging from the bored look on her face. As the man whipped her back she hardly moved and only made a slight grunt after each blow. I looked around and saw that all conversation has ceased and everyone in the room was watching intently. Gradually the man worked up to some harsher blows and began to swing the whip rhythmically as he moved around. The woman was only making slightly louder grunts than at the start. He finished up with a frenzied burst of blows on the woman's back and shoulders. Then it was over. She had made very little noise throughout, and seemed slightly dazed but otherwise unaffected as the man detached her wrists from above her head and led her away. The lights above the stage went off. There had been no announcement about what the exhibition I'd just witnessed was all about. Maybe it was some kind of show that was put on periodically during the night? As I was pondering the meaning of all this a man approached and asked if he could join me. He already had a drink in his hand, and I'd hardly touched mine. He didn't wait for my reply before he sat down. He was middle-aged and dressed casually in jeans and a black t-shirt. A beer belly bulged slightly over the top of his jeans. His hair was a bit long for my taste, but he didn't seem too threatening so I waited to see what he had to say. Unbelievably his first comment was probably the most unimaginative pick-up line ever. "Do you come here often?" he said. I told him I'd never been here in my life. He seemed pleased about that. Maybe he thought it was his lucky day judging from the big smile on his face. I still didn't know his name. Instead he asked "So what did you think of the flogging exhibition?" I told him I'd never seen anything like that before. I didn't want to say anything negative, although my impression was that it was purely done as an entertainment. It was certainly not erotic. I suppose they had to justify the claim that it was a BDSM Club somehow. I didn't feel like continuing such an unpromising conversation, and my new table companion seemed to have nothing more to say. He still hadn't introduced himself or asked for my name. I gazed around the room, but there was no-one who stood out as looking particularly interesting. I don't mean I expected some specific kind of appearance, and I certainly didn't expect anyone to be wearing leather, or have tattoos, or fulfill any other stereotype of dominance. I think such superficial attributes mean little or nothing. But I did want to feel some kind of attraction, not necessarily physical, but intellectual or spiritual, or to to feel that there was someone with whom I might be able to enjoy a stimulating conversation. My table companion sat looking at his beer, so I excused myself and said I was going to the ladies. He mumbled something I didn't quite catch as I walked away. My departure was just an excuse to avoid being stuck with someone who didn't have much to say, and after checking my lipstick in the mirror I re-emerged. I was wondering what to do when a guy standing nearby asked "Are you here on your own?" I said I was, and he moved a bit closer. "Did you see the flogging?" he asked. I told him I had. "Would you like to be whipped?" was his next question. "Do you mean now or some other time?" I responded. He laughed and told me that he was a "Master" and that he would whip me any time I was ready. I wondered what made him a "Master" so I asked. He told me that he had a lot of experience whipping slaves. According to him it was his greatest pleasure to whip a slave and then if she asked nicely he would fuck her and give her the best orgasm she'd ever had. "Just the one?" I asked. He seemed a bit puzzled by this question, as if *one* great orgasm should be enough for any freshly-whipped slavegirl. Instead he told me that he would be prepared to accept me as his slave and train me. All I had to do was get naked and sit at his feet and he would make sure I got the full benefit of his long and extensive experience. I wasn't sure if he was joking as we had only just met and knew nothing about each other. I'd expected any prospective Master would want to know something about me before deciding I could be his slave. I looked at him and pretended to be thinking over his offer. Then I told him that I didn't think I had time to become his slave right now but that I'd keep him in mind. He looked rather annoyed but didn't say anything. I thought I'd better move on. Someone called out to me. It sounded like "Show us your tits!" but I was too busy scanning the room to think much about it. I didn't want to go back to my table as the first guy to approach me was still there. I wandered back down towards the bar. Suddenly a hand grabbed my arm. I jumped and tried to pull away. The owner of the hand was one of a group of three young guys leering at me in an alarming manner. "Why don't you join us for a drink?" he asked. I said I'd prefer to get my own. "We can show you a good time," was the response. I said I was not looking for a *good time* and that I was about to leave anyway. I was getting a bad feeling about this place. I pretended to see something interesting over near the exit and I walked off. I overheard one of the guys saying, "Must be a lesbian," to the others as I walked off. It was still relatively early, but I'd had enough. Rather than go through more of the same I went home. Clearly the BDSM Club was not the kind of environment where I'd find a man with a well-considered philosophy about dominance and submission which he could explain to me over a civilised drink or two. Most of the people at the club seemed to regard it as little more than a pick-up joint for any girl foolish enough to be attracted by the BDSM Club image. I could tell from even my limited experience that none of the people I'd spoken to would have had any answers to the many questions I had about the kind of erotic submission I craved. Although I knew that I had a lot to learn, I wanted someone to take me seriously and not just see me as a foolish girl who could easily be duped. That was the only time I ventured into any so-called BDSM Club, but there were many other experiences like those described above. Most of the men I spoke to never understood that it wasn't all about sex for me; that what I wanted from submission to a dominant man was a meeting of minds. I usually felt that the only kind of meet on offer was my young body as a piece of meat (in their eyes). And when I asked them about their personal philosophy, the best many could come up with was the fake-dom equivalent of "Me Tarzan, You Jane." Despite my ignorance, I had definite ideas about what I needed. It was not that I could have explained myself very clearly, but I felt I would know it when, or if, I found it. I was confident I would recognise what I was looking if I had the opportunity as it was something that had been within me my whole life. As a young girl I somehow knew that I wanted to be controlled and feel protected. It had nothing to do with sex as I was too young to know about that when these thoughts first started to come into my mind. When, much later, I discovered sex that was just added to the mix. Later still it became a very important part of my desire for submission, but sex was still only one component of what I desired. I wanted to feel humbled before someone stronger, wiser and more experienced than me. Most importantly such a person would value me and appreciate my love and devotion. I felt that it would be a symbiotic relationship where I would care for and serve my Master and he would teach, love, train and protect me. Such a relationship could only be based on deep understanding, so he would take the time to get to know me intimately. I would be happy to obey my Master and I would do anything he wished. But I would need to feel that I could trust him to look after my best interests. It did not matter if I had to do things I really did not wish to do, as long as I knew Master would not allow me to come to any harm. If he knew me as well as he should my Master would know what I needed, even if I did not know myself. This was the kind of relationship I'd desired all my life. I had learned that I was submissive, and I thought I knew a little about some ways in which I wanted to express my submission physically, sexually and emotionally. I imagined that all three aspects were involved, but felt that there should be some kind of balance rather than all the emphasis on just one aspect or another. Even though I was still exploring what all this actually meant, and although I lacked much real experience, I had decided that this was what I would seek in a partner. I needed a man who would guide me and help me understand myself. So I had set out on my search with high hopes. By now I knew very well that bars and clubs were not full of men like that. Quite the contrary, most of the people I'd observed in such places had only their own self-interest in mind. I'd learned this fact early as I'd been to many such places with Tony. But I didn't know what other places I could go where it was possible to talk to almost anyone. It was hardly possible to do so in a cafe or restaurant. Parties were a waste of time, and I was not a party girl anyway. So my options were limited. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 03 Although I'd started out with no illusions, I did hope that somehow there would be someone different from the rest - that I would find a man that instinctively knew what I was and what I needed. Such a person would see through the shy exterior of the pretty girl in the slutty clothes and reach out to me intellectually. I would instinctively respond and we would quickly form a bond. I imagined things would simply evolve from there. In retrospect I was a silly girl with a head full of dreams. Each failed encounter wore away at my hopes and I became more and more disillusioned. In fact I became quite depressed. I began to feel that my desires were just girlish fantasies, and my deepest dreams would never be realised. I cried a lot, sometimes with my friend Chloe, but mostly alone. I despaired. I began to lose hope. I even contemplated becoming a nun or spending the rest of my life working with refugees in Africa. Eventually I gathered my resolve and decided to make one last attempt to find someone who understood what I needed. It was then that I finally met my Master. When I did, I could tell immediately he was different. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 04 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. * * * * * I should say a bit more about the part Master plays in my life as this is very central to my story. After all he is the reason for everything, so far as I'm concerned. I met Master on-line, and this chance meeting changed my life. I say "chance meeting" because after the many disappointments meeting men who claimed to be what I needed but turned out to be fakes or simply clueless, I decided to try a different approach. I was initially a little cautious about the on-line option as I'd heard all the horror stories of what could happen but eventually I decided to post an ad on the internet saying I was looking for a truly dominant man to train me. I made it very clear that I was not interested in more experiences like those I'd already had with men who only claimed to be dominant as a way of getting to fuck romantic and idealistic young girls. Looking back, what I wrote was quite uncharacteristicly aggressive for me as at the time I was feeling very disillusioned and unhappy. I felt that if this last attempt to find what I wanted did not succeed, I would just give up on seeking to fulfil my dreams. I'm so glad that I did make that last attempt. I got many responses even though my post was only on-line for a day or so. Most of the replies were the same old nonsense that I had been through before. Some men wrote that I should write back immediately, address them as "Master" and prepare myself to become their slave. So much for the opportunity to discuss shared views -- if indeed there were any! Others wrote a lot of sick garbage about how I deserved to be beaten senseless and then fucked to within an inch of my life, as if every girl just dreams of that!! Yet others were simply insipid ramblings that displayed little intelligence and often only the barest grasp of the English language. Those were easily dismissed. One response stood out. It was intelligent, nuanced, and made me feel that I was talking to someone who really understood me and might be able to meet my needs. Despite the rather aggressive tone I'd adopted in my on-line post, apparently enough of my usual personality had come across to encourage him to write to me. I replied at once. I deleted the other messages, and immediately took my post off-line. Despite the fact that I'd only had one message so far from *him*, it was so strikingly different in tone and content from all the others that I knew straight away he was the only one worth pursuing. If it didn't work out, then I just didn't have the heart to deal with the usual morons, weirdos and time-wasters. Happily, my message received a positive response. Soon we were writing to each other every day and our communication quickly (almost instantly) developed into a warm and insightful exchange of views, often at great length. I was encouraged to ask any questions I wished, and I was treated with respect, courtesy and patience. Yet there was no mistaking the absolutely dominant tone of the man who wrote to me so confidently and so beautifuly. I was ecstatic. I immediately felt safe telling Sir (as he insisted I call him initially, rather than Master as I rashly requested) anything and everything about myself, my hopes, my dreams, my fantasies, my desires... And I bombarded him with many, many questions. To all of this he responded patiently and thoughtfully. I never had any doubt that he was the *one*... Sir's approach was always very measured and very different to the impatient, needy demands of the fake dominants I had dealt with in the past. He insisted that we take time to get to know and trust one another before we even considered making plans to meet. After a few weeks, our regular emails were enhanced by phone conversations every few days. We often talked for several hours. Once again, as soon as I heard his voice I felt even more comfortable sharing everything about myself with this man. He never asked for my home address or other personal information until I felt ready to supply those details. After a while I did give him my address, and he gave me his, so we could also exchange letters, cards, photos and much more. Our communication was always easy, reliable and totally positive. I never felt the slightest bit fearful or apprehensive about any of the contact we had. Sir certainly never tried to push me into doing anything rash. In fact it was the other way around. He had to constantly pull back on my leash to keep me from running ahead too fast. I was the one who wanted to explore things sooner rather than later. He was usually telling me to be more patient, and pointing out that it would all happen eventually, but that taking time to establish the necessary trust and confidence between us was essential. So I had to wait until Sir felt I was ready before he was willing to even discuss a meeting. He encouraged me to be cautious. Unlike most of the men I'd met previously, once we did begin to talk about a possible future face to face encounter Sir didn't ask me to meet him some place where I would immediately be alone with him. What Sir suggested was that he would book a room in a luxury hotel for a few days. And rather than be there, waiting for me, he would make the booking in my name so I could pick up the key myself. Since I was coming to our first meeting on my way back from a business conference in another city, I could go straight to the room, freshen up, and only when I was ready to do so would I call him and arrange to a time to meet. It was so typically considerate of Sir that although he offered to meet me at the airport, at my request he allowed me to instead take a taxi to the hotel, book myself in, and go up and have a relaxing bath before I had to face up to meeting him. I was still very, very nervous about our first meeting. Not because I didn't trust Sir, but because I was worried about what he'd think of me. I wondered if would I be able to present myself to him as gracefully and submissively as I wished. I was normally quite confident meeting other people, since I had to do so all the time as part of my job, but this meeting was different! Sir told me that I could take as long as I wished to get settled before contacting him. I was to phone him on his mobile when I was ready, and we would first meet at the hotel cafe downstairs where he would be sitting with a coffee and newspaper to pass the time. He suggested that we meet in this public place first, and if I was not comfortable after talking with him face to face I could stay in the hotel on my own that night and leave the next day without having any further contact with him. Everything was set up so as to make me feel secure. That was so typical of Sir. Actually, when I went up to the hotel room I found that Sir had arranged for a welcoming card, some chocolates, and some roses to be left in the room. It was really lovely to see such consideration and thoughtfulness on the part of someone I had yet to actually meet! After my bath, I changed into a nice dress, and was about to phone Sir about going down to the cafe when I had such a strong urge to skip the public meeting and just ask that he come straight to the room. You may think I was foolish, but my feeling was that since I was totally comfortable with Sir by now, and since he had so far done everything exactly as agreed, there was no reason not to trust him. And I now felt that I'd prefer our first meeting to be in private. I would feel so awkward meeting my future Master among a whole lot of other people, since I didn't how I would react. I imagined that I might want to throw myself at his feet as soon as I was in his presence!! I was still incredibly nervous. But it was important to me that I extend the kind of trust and consideration to Sir that he had already shown to me. So I made the call, and then I stood fidgeting as I waited for Sir to come up to the room from the cafe. He said on the phone it would take him about five minutes. Strangely, although nervous I was not anxious. The most intense feeling I had was of excitement. Closely followed by worries he would not think me pretty, or would find my dress unattractive, or would not like my hair style, or.... Soon there was a knock at the door. I had left the door unlocked and I called out for him to come in. I preferred that we not begin our first meeting staring at each other face to face at the hotel room door. I wanted to give Sir the space to enter the room, to be able to look at me from a distance, and for him to be in a position to tell me what he wanted. So as the door opened, I stood on the other side of the room, waiting. He entered and stood looking at me. He was just as I had expected from his photos, except that his eyes were even more striking. After a few moments he walked slowly over to me, and gave me an affectionate hug and said how wonderful it was to finally meet. He was so warm and polite. There was no fake-dom "Get on your knees, bitch" stuff, or anything like that. Having given me a hug, he did immediately make me feel his dominance... in the nicest possible way. He went back to the other side of the room and sat in a chair and instructed me to get naked for him. I was trembling as I took off my dress, but it was from anticipation rather than fear. He had always said that he would want me completely naked soon after we met so I was not surprised by his request. I continued undressing by taking off my bra, panties and stockings. I actually wore underwear in those days! When I was naked, Sir asked me to slowly turn around so he could look at me. After I did so, he told me I was very pretty. I remember blushing. How strange that I did not blush from being naked in front of a man I was meeting in person for the first time, but from a compliment! Sir often tells me that I'm a complex little bitch. He then told me to get on my hands and knees and crawl slowly over to him. Sir watched from his chair as I crawled towards him. It felt so good to crawl naked to where he was seated. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I crawled, and suddenly I realised that I couldn't recall if I already felt wet when Sir first came into the room. I must have been in such a state of hyper-arousal but it was also a strange other-worldly state, as if in a dream. I was feeling so many different things all at once that I could no longer distinguish between anticipation, nervousness, fear, excitement, arousal and probably several other emotions. Finally I reached Sir. I didn't dare look at him, but I was very aware of his gaze. After a short time he told me to kiss his boots as a sign of my submission to him. I'd never done anything like that before! Here I was naked for the first time in front of this man, I had just crawled across a hotel room to reach him, and now I was going to kiss his boots. What a wonderful way to first meet my Master. As I was kissing his (very clean) boots, Sir told me that from now on, whenever we had entered this room and were alone, I was to undress right away, get on my knees, and kiss his boots. During our email and phone conversations prior to this meeting we had already discussed various rituals Sir wanted me to learn, so it was not a new concept to me, but it was very exciting to be able to do something like this in reality for the first time. I added a few licks for good measure. Just then Sir took a handful of my hair, and gently pulled me up so I was looking at him. It was such a powerful moment to finally be naked before my Master and looking into his beautiful eyes. As he stroked my hair, Sir told me I was a good girl. By now I was already starting to feel more comfortable with him, and when he took a collar out of his pocket and buckled it around my neck I knew this symbolised that I was now his possession. I was so happy I wanted to cry. Before I could spoil everything by starting to sob like a silly girl, Sir reached out and folded me into his arms. I was standing before him naked with his collar around my neck, and now I was in the strong arms of my Master, who was holding me so gently and yet so firmly. I felt like I had come home. My nervousness had completely disappeared. Instead I felt only contentment. Well, there were other feelings too. I was also incredibly aroused... but in a very contented kind of way. Everything seemed to have gone into slow motion. I felt that I could have stayed in his arms forever. Now I knew what had been missing before. Now I knew that I was right to trust this man. Finally the tears did come to my eyes. They still do when I think of that moment. It's etched into my mind forever. Strangely, I really can't recall exactly what happened right after that. In fact the next couple of days are all a bit of a blur. I remember some parts distinctly. At other times I can't recall precisely what happened as what I remember are just sensations, emotions, a few words here and there. But I know I was very happy. I felt that I had finally found where I belonged.... what I needed... who I needed to serve. It was all blissful. There was not a dissonant note the whole time we were together. I do remember that soon after that hug I was begging Sir to fuck me. He refused. He said he would fuck me when he was ready and not before. Such self control! I did get fucked, of course. Very soundly and well. And often. But it was when my Master wanted to use me, not at my request. Over the coming days I was put into bondage and in many ways trained how to serve the man I now knew would be my Master. He was strict with me, but also very patient and kind. It was not all bondage and sex. We talked for hours and hours. Although we had previously discussed many aspects of what was involved in a D/s relationship, it was very different actually being able to discuss them in person. All this training and exploration took place in a relaxed atmosphere in which we gradually got to know each's responses and reactions. Gradually is the key word. I really appreciated Sir allowing me to go at a pace that was not too intense and overwhelming for me. Before I had agreed to this first meeting, Sir made it very clear that I would be expected to serve him sexually and in every other way. I knew I would be required to be naked very soon after we met, and I also knew that he would control me sexually so that I would do whatever he requested, whether it was masturbate for him, suck his cock, spread my legs or anything else. I knew there were no limits and that was what I wanted. I trusted Sir not to require anything of me that would cause me any harm, but outside of that I was prepared to do anything he asked. All this was understood, but Sir did not tell me exactly what his requirements would be. I think he wanted to retain a certain degree of spontaneity so that he could make decisions as seemed best at the time. And I think he also wanted me to be a little on edge, and not quite sure what would happen over the few days we had together. Both these elements of our first meeting proved to be well chosen. I know I'm a complex little bitch and that I can be handled more easily if I'm not allowed to anticipate things too much. The more I know, the more I start worrying about something or other. So having certain agreed parameters, while still leaving an element of the unknown, is just right for me. I was blissfully happy to be used sexually, kept in my place, trained how to show respect and love for my Sir, and in every way experience all the things I had ever dreamed since I was a girl. One thing I especially remember is Sir taking me to dinner at a fancy restaurant. I was kept naked most of the time in our hotel room, so before getting dressed to go out I showed him what dresses I had brought with me. Naturally, he selected the one I would wear. I was allowed no underwear except for a length of rope which went around my waist, down between my legs where it went between my cunt lips, and back up to my waist again. This kept me in a kind of bondage and very aware of my submissive status, while anyone looking at me would see only a pretty girl in a nice frock. Then Sir had me get on my knees and suck his cock. When he shot his cum into my mouth, I was not allowed to swallow as usual, but told to keep it in my mouth until instructed otherwise. So in addition to rope bondage under my dress, I was also unable to speak and effectively gagged. Sir was teaching me that I could be kept under control in such inventive and subtle ways, even in public. He wanted to show me that even in a state of extreme submission to him, I could be taken out in public and that no-one except he and I need know. He did not want to needlessly confront those who would not understand what we were doing, but rather the intention was to further develop my training in obedience and absolute trust in him. Sir also enjoyed knowing that despite my demure appearance I was really his owned, bound and gagged slut. It felt delicious to share all this with him, and I felt so much love and admiration for the one who now owned me body and soul. I sat in his car as we drove to the restaurant, very conscious of my mouth being full of his cum. It had the effect of concentrating my mind wonderfully. My thoughts were all of my submission to Sir, and of being his cum-filled little bitch. I didn't even notice where we were going as it was night and the lights and shadows flickered outside the car window as if I was in a dream. Fortunately, the place we were going to was not far away. Sir parked as close as possible to the restaurant. It was the kind of place with large heavy linen tablecloths and a maitre d' to open the door. Sir had made a reservation, and he arranged everything, while I stood by his side with my mouth still full of his cum. I wondered what the people in the crowded restaurant would think, if they knew the pretty girl standing with the distinguished looking older man was his little cum slut. He selected a corner booth where we could sit together undisturbed. We sat side by side, rather than across the table. The tablecloth obscured us from the waist down, so Sir could push up my dress and place his hand directly on my pussy any time he wished to do so. Just sitting there at his side with my dress up around my waist and almost naked under the table was very exciting! I loved everything about being with him in this public place while only the two of us knew that I was semi-naked, bound and gagged for him. Sir ordered us a glass of wine. Just one glass, he explained, as I was not allowed to have one and would share his. When it arrived he raised the glass to me and as I was about to take a sip he said, "Swallow." I did so, and then I had a sip of beautiful wine to wash down his delicious cum. What an aperitif! I was sitting very close to Sir, and in between courses I couldn't stop myself from stroking him and giving him little kisses. To all who could see us, we must have appeared to be an unusually affectionate couple. Except that Sir was obviously significantly older than me. When I pointed this out, he said that everyone would be impressed at how loving I was to my dear father. We both laughed at that. Overall, I can only say that from our first meeting I felt totally comfortable and at ease with Sir. Our time together ended all too soon, and it was very hard to part with him at the airport when it was time to take my flight home. In the end Sir had to order me to go into the secure area where only passengers and crew are allowed. I recall I kept looking back at him as I reluctantly went through the barrier and while my luggage was subjected to security checks. Then I had to move into the departure area and lost sight of him. I felt bereft. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 04 As soon as I got back home I phoned Sir to let him know I had arrived safely, and I also told him how wonderful our time together had been for me. And how much I had enjoyed everything we shared. Soon after that first meeting we began to discuss how I would from now on consider myself his property and become a permanent part of his life. Of course it couldn't happen right away. There are always many real life issues to be sorted out in such circumstances that are not usually mentioned in the BDSM novels. In fact we had several similar meetings in other hotels at which we continued to discuss everything about how I would be his slave. And we exchanged daily emails and frequent phone calls when we were apart. I was always allowed to ask as many questions as I wished, talk through every conceivable issue, and express any concerns or fears that I had. It took several more months before it all came together. Although I knew right from that first meeting that I was destined to serve Sir as his slave for as long as he wanted me, Sir insisted that we reach an agreement after carefully considering all that involved and fully discussing everything. Only when Sir felt the time was right did he allow me to beg him to be his owned slave. I had found my place at last. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 05 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. * * * * * It was wonderful to be able to spend a long, relaxing morning with my dear friend Chloe once again. It was even more wonderful spending it naked and next to her, or between her legs when from time to time she pushed my head down to indicate that I should pleasure her. It was especially delightful when she pulled my hair and brought me back up so she could kiss me slowly and lingeringly, tasting her juices on my lips. In between we talked and talked as only girlfriends can do. I felt very content except that Chloe still had not asked to hear my proposal. When I first arrived at her house the previous evening I mentioned that I had a proposal for her and I said that I would wait until she was ready to hear what I had to say. I was longing to ask her to become Master's slave but I felt that I should continue to wait patiently for her signal. I knew she'd give me an opportunity to speak when she was ready to listen. For now, Chloe had other plans. It was already mid-day and we had not had anything substantial to eat. Suddenly my friend said, "I've just decided that we'll go out to lunch. I've got some unavoidable commitments later so I'll have to take you along. I really can't sit around and let you lick my cunt as long as you want, although I'm sure that's what you'd like." With that my friend got out of bed and pulling me along behind her she headed for the bathroom. We showered together as we usually did when we had the chance. I loved to serve her in the shower and I quickly got on my knees and washed carefully all the places that needed special attention. All the while water cascaded down over both of us but I took my time and gave Chloe a few extra licks to her pussy or arse now and then. She started to moan and pull my face harder against her, but then she stopped and slapped me, saying, "I haven't got time to let you show me what a slutty little whore you are right now so you needn't try and tempt me." She turned the water off, but I was allowed to lick her semi-dry and then take a big fluffy towel and dry her off completely before drying myself. Chloe always told me what to do but in reality we indulged each other constantly in many ways and being with her was like one long love scene between us. She might be ordering me about, slapping my face, making me serve her in all kinds of degrading ways or "forcing" me to exhibit myself but I always felt her love and concern for me. It took only a brief look from her now and then to remind me that no matter what she was saying or having me do Chloe knew that I enjoyed it all. She often delivered a particularly harsh comment with a glint in her eye that told me she loved playing our depraved little games. In some ways we still acted like the schoolgirls we were when we first met, but these days there was a more *adult* edge to the way we related. While I was still naked Chloe instructed me to put some rouge on my nipples to highlight their pinkness. Obediently I applied the rouge, my nipples hardening under my fingers. My body's instant reaction was confirmation that my friend was right about me being a slutty little whore and looking up I caught Chloe's eyes in the mirror and noticed her approving smirk. It was unnerving that she always seemed to know what I was thinking and I tingled in suspense of what she had planned for me today. Before I could say anything Chloe said, "While you're enjoying stimulating yourself so much put some some red lipstick on all your lips as well." By *all* I knew she meant both the lips around my mouth and those around my cunt. Leaving me to do as I'd been instructed Chloe went off to dress. When she came back she had on a white top and a short black skirt. By then I'd finished and she inspected both sets of lips and gave her approval. Her approval came in the form of reaching between my legs and stroking my now very wet cunt. Chloe told me, "What a good girl, you went and got yourself all juicy for me without even having to be told. I like you to always be a dripping little slut for me." Looking straight in my eyes and licking my juices off her fingers in a way that reduced me to a quivering wreck my friend told me, "Go and get a frock from my wardrobe then show me what a slut like you should wear today." Fortunately we were both a similar size, and I often wore my friend's clothing. I chose a clingy little dress that came to just above my knees and buttoned all the way down the front. When I presented my selection to Chloe she looked me over and said, "That's a good choice. I want you to look hot but you'll look even hotter if the lower buttons on the dress up to your waist are left undone." I knew this meant my pussy would be clearly visible when I walked or sat down, but of course I obeyed. After all, my pussy is intended for show and although still hairy I keep it neatly trimmed. Master says a pussy is not a pussy without fur. Chloe laughed when I told her that, and she flipped her skirt up to show me her pussy, which was partly shaved in *landing strip* style. We both enjoyed the feel of bare pussy under a dress or skirt. Finally she also lovingly brushed my long hair, after which I did the same for her. A dab of perfume later we were ready to go. We went out the door and got into her car. It was a Mercedes-Benz, but being about 20 years old it was a bit the worse for wear. Chloe believed that even an older luxury car was better than a new mass produced vehicle which was designed for mass obsolesence... Meaning it was not meant to last more than a few years before starting to fall apart. I sat in the passenger seat while she drove. It was by now a beautiful warm sunny day and we drove with the windows down. Chloe said she had a place in mind which had a sheltered courtyard out the back which would be perfect for a day like this. I was already looking forward to some lunch. Eating cunt all morning makes a girl hungry! Fortunately, we were able to park quite close to the restaurant and I didn't have far to walk with my dress flapping open to reveal my pussy. After all our dithering around with showering, and despite our minimalist approach, getting dressed and making up also took up a lot of time. It was already late for lunch, and the restaurant was almost empty. We asked to be shown a table in the back courtyard and when we got out there no-one else was around. So I was able to sit with my dress partly open and my pussy showing between my long legs without anyone staring -- except for the young waiter! He held my chair out for me, and as I sat and he pushed the chair in slightly, it was impossible not to give him a good look down there. It was obvious to me that he appreciated what he was seeing as he was hanging around my side of the table glancing frequently at the view between my legs while he mumbled about whether we wanted a menu or a glass of water - two things I'm sure do not usually have to be requested. But I didn't mind providing a bit of a show. Although rather shy by nature, I get very turned on by being "forced" to expose myself, or do anything embarassing. So since I knew my friend expected me to show my pussy, I was quite willing to obey. Being obedient in ways that are degrading or humiliating really make me wet, and I was already juicing up again. So much so that once the waiter finally tore his eyes away from my cunt and left to get our menus and water, I had to flip my dress up in the back so I was not sitting on it. I didn't want there to be a wet patch by the time we got up to leave. Chloe made me even wetter when she said, "Hmm, I'm sure I can think of some way to make you show that waiter what a little slut you are!" She loved to tease me like that, and I was sure she would not hesitate to make me do something disgraceful if she felt like humiliating me further. Chloe's calculating look reminded me that humiliating me was something she enjoyed doing immensely. Once again the very idea of having to do anything I was told to no matter how disgusting made my nipples harden and my breathing shallower. I'm a complex little bitch in that way as Master frequently reminds me. As long as I'm under the protection of someone I trust, like Master or my best friend Chloe, I will do absolutely anything I am ordered to do, no matter how depraved or embarassing. The very fact that I have to do something I would never normally want to do creates the most delicious squirming effects and my whole body trembles. I get wet instantly, and the more I suffer the wetter I am. So those who know me well take great pleasure in putting me through such tortures at any opportunity. But despite my willingness to display myself or commit some act of gross indecency if so instructed, I am not an exhibitionist at all. The very idea terrifies me! It's the exquisite torment of having to submit against my own strong instincts and desires that excites me so much. My desire for submission always prevails over my natural shyness, as long as I am in that kind of a headspace where my own preferences no longer matter. If someone I trusted less than completely ordered me to expose myself as I was now, I would just freeze up. Chloe also knew that the best way to calm me down was to distract me with something so I was not able to concentrate on how exposed and embarrassed I was. What she said next really got my attention. "When we're done here I'm taking you to Carlos for a good fucking." I was quite stunned by her sudden announcement. Who was Carlos? I was so engrossed in my thoughts I did not even notice when the waiter came back until he handed me a menu and I realised he was again standing where he had a good view of my pussy. "Well? What are you waiting for?" Chloe snapped to bring me out of my mental fog. "Look at the menu and make up your mind what you want. Our waiter is a busy man and can't just stand around here looking at your pussy all day." I didn't know who was more embarrassed, me or the waiter. I could tell Chloe wanted to be able to continue our discussion without him around, so I picked something at random. I didn't really care what I ordered as I was dying of hunger. The waiter wrote everything down in his order book very slowly, still looking at my pussy every now and then as he did so, but eventually he could find no further excuse to linger. Once he'd gone and I was able to concentrate a little it was obvious to me that Chloe's announcement was designed to make me forget all about sitting here in a public place displaying my pussy to anyone who passed by our table. She knew exactly how to play with my mind, but what she'd said was not an idle threat. I knew her well enough to know she meant every word. But actually her intentions and the reasons behind them were not quite as simple as the way she'd put it initially. Over lunch she explained why she had such a plan in mind. She told me that she'd already planned to visit her boyfriend this afternoon, but my sudden appearance on her doorstep last night had meant that she would have to take me along. Accordingly, she had decided that he would not only fuck me but that he would fuck both of us. Well, what are friends for if not to share? The background to this plan was also news to me. I was aware she'd been seeing a guy for a while. He was someone who was active in the same creative areas Chloe worked in, and that's how they met. But I didn't know his name so when she said Carlos would be fucking me I had no idea who she meant. Apparently he was an experienced and respected theatre director. My friend had done a lot of work for some of his past productions, so they had known each other for a while before getting involved. Their relationship happened almost by accident. "It was almost dawn on opening day, and I was still desperately trying to finish off some last minute alterations. I'd been working non-stop for almost two days straight, and I was dead on my feet!" Chloe told me over lunch. "I just thought I'd have a short rest, and I lay down on some curtains in a corner of the backstage area where I was working. Carlos found me there sound asleep when he came in early that morning, and he decided to pick me up and put me on a big bed which was part of the set." She paused to take a bite of her food then continued. "I'm sure he didn't intend anything sexual. He knew how hard I'd been working and was just concerned that I sleep somewhere more comfortable." A glint I knew very well appeared in Chloe's eyes. "But you know me! I wasn't about to go to bed alone with a hunk like Carlos tucking me in!" she smirked. Apparently it was a big joke when the cast and crew arrived at the theatre a few hours later to find them both in the bed that was centre stage on the set. After that Chloe and Carlos started seeing each other and although their relationship had been quite intense for a while, the initial attraction was not strong enough to keep them together for very long. They never lived together as my friend always preferred to have her own space. Carlos was a sweet guy, but not really what Chloe needed. "He was upset that I didn't want to move in with him and get more serious about our relationship. I tried to make it clear that he was asking for more than I wanted to give, but he didn't seem to understand." She fiddled with her water glass, a small frown on her face. "So I had to insist that I was not going to give up my independent lifestyle for him. He didn't take *that* very well, poor baby." Her expression softened. "He was in a big sulk for a while. Then fortunately he was offered a great job in Canada." Chloe didn't seem too upset about the way things had ended. I think she'd realised that he was not right for her and was relieved when he told her he'd decided to accept the position in Canada. She told me she thought he just wanted to go somewhere far away from her and from the scene of his disappointment. But she was still fond of him and as he would not be around much longer Chloe wanted to see him one last time before he left. In fact he was flying off to Canada this very night, so her way of saying goodbye was to tell him she'd come around for a farewell fuck. Now it would be an even more memorable occasion than he'd ever expected! After we ate lunch, Chloe decided we needed a couple of drinks to get "in the mood" for the coming farwell fuck with Carlos. She asked our now very attentive waiter for a bottle of wine. He was a bit unsure about this as it was now well into the afternoon and the restaurant was already officially closed. We were the only customers left and he was under strict instructions to lock up as soon as we left. He also had to go and buy some provisions that were needed when the restaurant reopened at 6 pm. Clearly he wanted us to stay around as long as possible, but he was also worried that if he didn't carry out his responsibilities he'd be in trouble. However my friend never lets anything get between her and a bottle of good red wine, so she offered that I would put on a show for him after we had our drinks. I was not surprised that she did not consult me about this show of course. Chloe often told other people what I was going to do without bothering to say anything to me. She was well aware that I enjoyed being thrust into erotic situations against my will and it was probably better that I didn't know in advance what was going to be expected of me. By now the waiter, whose name I never knew, had a very good idea that I would do almost anything I was told to do, so a deal was made. He would produce the wine and leave us in peace for a while so we could enjoy our drinks. Then just before we left I would be "forced" to display myself even more than was already the case. Chloe settled the bill, that now included our wine, in advance so the waiter could finalise the accounts while we talked a bit more over our drinks. I did not dare ask my friend what she was going to ask me to do, and it didn't really matter exactly what was involved as I would just have to obey. Instead, I took the opportunity to find out more about Carlos since I (or we) would soon be fucking him. It seems that Carlos, although a hunk, was not the right kind of man for Chloe. He was inclined to follow her lead, rather than tell her what he wanted, so that was certainly a big strike against him in her eyes. Also, despite being apparently very well endowed he was not sexually imaginative. After all, it was her idea to have a farewell fuck, not his. Even worse he was too *nice* to her sexually. He fucked her well, but it was all a bit conventual and worse, predictable. My friend loved suprises when it came to sex. She did not want to know in advance that everything would follow the same very familiar and boring path every time. Just like me, she liked a bit of rough... probably more so. I mean, while I like to be tied up and slapped around a bit, my taste is much more for some mental torment and a good mind fuck rather than a lot of pain. I'm not much into pain. Chloe is also no pain slut, but she likes to be held down, maybe choked a bit, to have her nipples pulled, and is especially fond of being *used* quite roughly, in all holes. So it seems that poor old Carlos was not up to scratch in this department. Discovering Carlos had such limitations was a big factor in things cooling down quite quickly for my friend. Chloe never seemed to have much success in choosing partners. She went for the nice, good-looking, intellectual types that had a lot of appeal initially... but they usually lacked the kinky desires and strength of character to keep her interested. One good thing about all this did occur to me as we sipped our wine. It seemed that I had been fortunate in picking a time to approach her about submitting to Master. I knew that Chloe always felt a bit lost after a relationship ended. I suppose that's only natural. Her deepest and innermost desire was for some form of stable, structured, long-term arrangement that both catered for her needs sexually and emotionally. I knew that Master would be able to provide exactly this environment, but was concerned it might be hard to get my complex and individualistic friend to understand it would be the right thing to do. Having her emotional and sexual life in turmoil, as it currently was, would certainly help to make her more receptive to my proposal -- when I was allowed to discuss it with her. My thoughts were rudely interrupted when Chloe saw the waiter approaching. "Stand up," she told me briskly. I put down my wine glass and stood by her side. She told the waiter that she would have me put on a show for him but the condition was that he sat on a chair at the next table where he could see me very well, but was too far away to touch. "No touching!" she said, to emphasise the point. He sat down and looked at me expectently. "Take off your dress, slut!" Chloe instructed me. I did so, and since I was wearing nothing else except my shoes, that left me naked. I carefully folded the dress and put it on the table. While doing so I thought that I needn't have worried about making a wet patch on my dress after all. That thought was quickly overtaken by my awareness that anyone coming into the courtyard would see me standing here naked. But I thought we were probably the only people here so I waited for my friend's orders. I still didn't know what kind of "show" I was going to be putting on but already my juices were flowing with anticipation! If I'd had to stand there much longer my pussy juices would have been running down my legs. Fortunately, just then Chloe announced, "Sit down and spread your legs wide, you little whore." The waiter was looking really excited now. He sat forward in his chair to look at me, as I sat there with my legs spread very wide and my pussy obviously wet. "You can get your cock out and wank if you want to, but stay where you are," Chloe told him. The waiter quickly unzipped his pants. His cock was not very impressive, but he stroked it slowly and it began to grow. Meanwhile, my friend ordered me to do myself with my fingers. "Get to work, bitch," were her exact words. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 05 I started to stroke my fingers up and down my already sloppy cunt. "Look at him," was Chloe's next command. I did so and found that his cock was not looking a lot bigger than when I'd last seen it. He wanked while I stroked. It felt very strange to be fingering myself as I sat here naked and watched a strange man masturbate. I was normally a shy girl and would never dream of placing myself in such a public and degrading situation. Well perhaps I would actually dream of such a thing but in my fantasy life I was much more daring than I was in reality. It was only because Chloe had engineered the whole thing that I now found myself shyly jerking myself off while looking at the waiter whose gaze was firmly fixed on my cunt. I still felt shy if it's possible for a girl to be shy while sitting naked with her legs spread wide as she fingers her wet cunt, but any lingering reservations I'd had were quickly dissolving as I became more aroused. I was not aroused due to manipulating my clit or stroking my labia although that helped. What was really turning me on was having to sit here like a shameless whore and do myself while someone whose name I didn't even know was observing me very closely and stroking his cock. It also helped that I was doing so at the instruction of my dear friend Chloe who had offered me up as an entertainment for the pleasure of a stranger. All at once I was mortified by my present situation, amazed that I was such a slut that I'd actually do such a thing, and really, really turned on by my desire to abase myself in this way at the command of my friend. I was also very aware that Chloe was thoroughly enjoying my conflicted feelings of shame and arousal. Despite my misgivings I found my body responding to the reality of my situation and I soon began to feel very hot all over. My nipples were as hard as pebbles, and my fingers moved ever faster. Soon I was shoving two or three fingers inside myself with one hand and playing with my engorged nipples with the other. I was still looking at the waiter as instructed, but I was not really seeing anything as I was increasingly in a world of my own. A very wanton, erotic world, where I was just a dirty little slut who would do whatever my mistress commanded. I lost all track of time, but eventually my body started to shudder and I rasped out the words, "Mistress, may I orgasm for you... please?" My fingers were thrusting in and out of my wet hole and I felt like I would take off like a rocket it I didn't find release very soon. "Cum for me NOW," my friend commanded, and I exploded with a shuddering orgasm which somehow did little to release the tension in my body. Chloe knew me so well. She realised that I was now so aroused that I would do anything... anything at all that she told me to do. She also knew that I, like many women, have the wonderful ability to enjoy multiple orgasms. So she reached into her bag and handed me her hair brush. "Fuck yourself with this, slut," she said. I knew she wanted me to use the handle of the brush in my cunt like a dildo, so I immediately thrust it up my sopping wet hole, fucking it in and out very fast. I moaned and shuddered through several more orgasms. Exactly how many I really don't know. I was in no state to keep track. By this stage I didn't care about anything except exposing myself in as slutty a way as possible. My shyness was a thing of the past. I felt like I was going to scream, and if people had come running out from the restaurant to see what was happening and saw me there naked with a hair brush up my cunt, I wouldn't have cared.... Yet another orgasm raged through my body. I no longer knew who was looking at me. There could have been a whole crowd by now, as I was so lost in my arousal that I could not see anything of what was going on around me although my eyes were wide open. I was like some kind of doll that mechanically fucked itself, while it gazed around with big sightless eyes. Then I became aware that Chloe was talking to me... It took a while to register what she was saying, but eventually I worked out she thought that a slut like me shouldn't be allowed to just sit around orgasming all day. I heard the word "stop" several times. Slowly I began to slow my thrusting and come back down to earth. Eventually I realised that I was still sitting there naked, with my legs spread, and a hair brush handle up my cunt. My hands were still now. Everything was very silent, like after an earthquake. I felt rather like I'd been through an earthquake, in fact. My body was quivering, and yet very still at the same time. My mind was swirling... But gradually my sightless doll eyes focused and I realised I was looking at the waiter, who was still sitting there staring at me. Now he was leaning back, his cock still in his hand, but almost visibly shrinking, and a small pool of cum was on the concrete at his feet. Quite soon I was beginning to feel self-conscious about my nudity, not to mention my openly displayed and still dripping cunt. But Chloe was, as always, very aware of my feelings and quickly seized the moment. "Lick the handle of my brush clean and give it back to me, you little slut," she instructed. Feeling increasingly self-conscious I carefully licked the brush clean of my juices and handed it to my friend. She looked at the brush in my outstretched hand, and then at me. "And thank me for so kindly allowing you to use my brush," she added in a tone that indicated I was clearly lacking in appreciation of her generosity. "Thank you for allowing this slut to use your brush, Mistress," I stammered. I didn't dare look at the waiter to see what he was making of all this. Without another word, Chloe took my hand (despite it still being rather sticky with my juices) and led me out of the courtyard. I looked back to see the waiter still sitting there, stunned into immobility. But soon he was out of sight as we walked through the now completely empty restaurant, and out the front door. My friend had my dress over her arm and our bags in the hand that was not holding mine. It was a warm afternoon and the sun felt good on my naked body. I almost forgot that it was not normal to be walking down the street in the nude. Everybody should do this, I was vaguely thinking. I was still in a bit of a daze. Fortunately the car was nearby and in two minutes were were driving away from the scene of my slutty display with my wet cunt dripping on the car seat. I only fully came back to reality, and realised that I was still naked when Chloe said "You're going to have to lick your cunt juice off my car seat when we get to where Carlos lives!" I had actually forgotten all about Carlos. I was still trying to come to terms with driving down the road sitting naked in a car with such a dripping cunt. Fortunately, we were not on a main road and the apartment where Carlos lived was not far from the restaurant. No doubt Chloe had planned everything carefully, as she liked to do. None of the people in the few cars we passed seemed to be aware that I was naked. They probably thought I was wearing a low cut top or something, if they looked at me at all as we sped past. It was a strange sensation. After about ten minutes, we turned into a side street and turned into the entrance to an underground car park at the apartment block where Carlos apparently lived. Chloe drove down into the car park and backed the car into a spot near the lifts. "Get out and lick up your mess off my car seat, slut!" were her instructions. She had my dress in her hands so I had nothing to put on. I obediently got out of the car and bent over to lick up the wet spot on the leather car seat. It tasted warm and fruity. My best friend came around to my side of the car and took my hand. Then she kissed me very deeply and led me over to the lift, still naked. I loved being her slut. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 06 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 6 == When the lift arrived it was empty. We got in, and Chloe pressed the button to take us up to the floor where Carlos lived. Somehow, I was no longer that concerned about being naked. I didn't think there would be many people wandering around a small apartment block in the middle of the afternoon. Then I realised that I was about to meet Carlos, a man I'd never met before... And that I was going to be introduced for the first time while naked standing with his ex-girlfriend, who had already arranged to fuck him! Before I had time to follow that line of thinking any further, the lift stopped and the door opened at the floor we wanted. Chloe led me out of the lift and down a corridor. She had obviously been here before, but I was looking around trying to work out where we were going. I saw no one. Fortunately the door to the apartment we wanted was just a few steps away and Chloe immediately pressed the bell. Soon a handsome, well built, but not overly muscular man opened the door. He gave Chloe a hug and a kiss... and then he looked at me. He seemed a bit stunned to see me naked but he didn't say anything. Instead he waved us both into the apartment. I suppose he was worried that someone might come along and see me and wonder why he had a naked woman standing at his door. As soon as we were inside Chloe told him I was her best friend. He seemed relieved, but still a bit puzzled. Chloe didn't bother to explain further, but I noticed she didn't refer to me as "slut". Carlos would probably not have approved of such talk as I'd gathered from what Chloe had told me at the restaurant that he was rather conservative in that way. I remained quiet and let my friend steer things in whatever direction she wished. It was something she had arranged after all. Instead of any further explanation, she pulled Carlos into the bedroom. I followed, because I didn't know what else to do. She immediately pushed him down onto the bed and started kissing him all over. I found it rather strange that she just got straight into the *action* when she had said hardly said a word to him, and she had not explained my presence at all. But I thought she was obviously not here for a chat, so I knelt by the side of the bed and enjoyed watching them getting it on. After a few minutes, Chloe reached out and took my hand, dragging me up onto the bed. She told Carlos, "My friend and I have come to give you a farewell fuck, so the least you could do is give her a kiss." Carlos pulled me closer to him and gave me a tentative kiss, then a longer more passionate one. In the few seconds while he was doing this, Chloe slipped out of her top and skirt. Now both she and I were naked. She started to kiss Carlos again, so I shimmied down to his waist and began to undo his pants. Once I had them off, I also removed his underwear and was pleased to see a beautiful, big cock spring out. He was already semi-hard, so I took his cock in my mouth and proceeded to finish the job. When I felt he was fully erect, I took his by now substantial cock and guided it into Chloe's wet cunt. I enjoyed seeing such a nice cock slide between her engorged lips. I had never seen my friend being penetrated before. Carlos began to thrust into her, and I contributed by licking his cock as it ploughed in and out of my my friend, and I also licked at her clit in between thrusts. It was an absolutely enthralling sight to see a woman being fucked from up so close. I had never realised sex was so beautiful. It was strangely erotic in a way I had not thought about before. I had quite forgotten that this beautiful, thrusting cock belonged to a man I had only met a short time ago. Instead I was thoroughly enjoying being both a voyeur and a participant in such an intimate act. The three of us created our own universe consisting entirely of thrusts, licks and moans. At the peak of its intensity, I felt our universe might last forever, but as is the way of sex it ended quite suddenly with a few powerful thrusts and some loud moans. My licks were cut short by my friend grabbing my hair and pulling my eager mouth away from her cunt. She had other plans for the cream pie Carlos had just given her. Chloe pushed me onto my back and told me to spread my legs. Of course I obeyed. "Fuck the little bitch, hard!" Chloe panted at Carlos. I thought that as he had only just orgasmed, Carlos might not have the stamina to act on this suggestion. To my surprise and delight he was so aroused by the attentions of two naked women that he rose to the occasion. Carlos sank his still hard cock into my very wet pussy and began thrusting into me vigorously. Chloe positioned herself over my face and lowered herself onto my mouth. Soon I was being fucked by a nice big cock and simultaneously licking the juicy cum out of my beloved friend's just-fucked cunt. It was the first time I'd eaten a cream pie and it's an experience I'll never forget. Carlos fucked me manfully, while Chloe rubbed her sloppy cunt all over my face and allowed my eager tongue to lick up every bit of cum and pussy juice I could find. I could sense that above me, as I licked happily away, my friend was leaning forward towards Carlos and they were kissing passionately. What a romantic way to have a farewell kiss. A picture of what we must look like to an observer flashed into my mind. As I've always had voyeuristic tendencies, this image made me even hotter, and I thrashed about a little and licked even harder. I was rewarded when my friend moaned very loudly, and Carlos thrust ever deeper into my already well-pounded cunt. It was heaven. When I orgasmed I knew that Chloe could feel my whole body spasming under her. Not long after that, the others reached a point of exhaustion and both of them collapsed onto the bed next to me. Chloe and Carlos lay in each other's arms trying to catch their breath. I was nuzzled up to my friend's pussy, but no longer licking it. I wasn't sure if Carlos had managed to cum again inside me. My cunt was so wet it was difficult to tell. I could feel something leaking out, but it could have been my own juices or those from Carlos, or a mixture of the two. At any rate, the farewell fuck had certainly been a very interesting and intense experience. No one was able to speak for several minutes, and I think we didn't really want to break the spell. But after some time Carlos sat up and looked down at the two women he'd just fucked. We gazed up at him. Finally he said that since he had to be at the airport in the next few hours, he really had no choice but to go and shower as he had a few last minute things to do before he left. It was a bit of an anti-climax that under the circumstances he was so practical. I could see why Chloe might find something lacking. Carlos went off to the shower, while Chloe and I cuddled together a little longer. After awhile, my friend whispered to me so that Carlos would not hear. "I'm very pleased with you, my hot little slut," she said. I smiled and replied "Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Mistress." She just smiled and looked thoughtful for a few seconds. Then she kissed me softly, and carefully licked all her juices off my face. I took that as a compliment. We didn't have much more time to talk before Carlos was back. He started to dress, while we both went to have a shower. We shared as usual, but my friend was preoccupied and I could see that she was trying to come to terms with the reality that this could be the last time she ever saw Carlos. I kept my thoughts to myself, and dried Chloe extra gently with my tongue. I'm sure she knew how I felt. Exactly how I felt was difficult to describe as it was both satisfaction at being a well-fucked little slut and tenderness towards my friend and her sense of loss or whatever her own mixture of feelings was. I think we both had mixed feelings so it was just as well we didn't need to explain anything to each other. We went back into the bedroom where Chloe had a few items of clothing she'd left here on the odd occasion she'd stayed overnight with Carlos. She pulled a dress that buttoned from the waist up out of the closet and gave it to me to wear -- nothing else of course. But now I did not need to leave the apartment naked, and I could finally cover my well-used pussy. Chloe put on something a bit more formal than she'd been wearing when we arrived. She told Carlos we also had to leave soon as she had a business meeting. Then she put the few remaining items of her clothing into a small carry bag she'd also left here before. I could tell by the looks exchanged between them that Chloe and Carlos needed to have a few last words. I offered to go to the kitchen and make us all some coffee. I wanted to give them some time alone; they'd said very little to each other since we arrived. I took my time in the kitchen. I had to rummage around anyway, in order to find the coffee, sugar, cups and so on. When I came out of the kitchen with the coffees, they were sitting in the lounge and were deep in conversation. I felt rather embarrassed being there. I just put the cups of coffee I'd made for them on a small table. I didn't kneel at Chloe's feet and give her the coffee as I would have done usually. I thought this might create an unnecessary distraction for Carlos, and he might wonder at my behaviour. Instead I took my coffee out to the small balcony which opened off the lounge so they could have some privacy. It was really nice sitting out there in the late afternoon sun. My body and mind were still buzzing from what I'd just experienced. Actually my mind was in a whirl. And it was not just the sex, as you're probably thinking. For a start, despite having a very sexual relationship with Chloe for many years, I had never before seen her with another man -- much less shared a man with her. I knew she had sex with men, of course. But I had never seen her *doing* it. So that alone was kind of mind-blowing for me. In addition, I wondered at the way chance had brought us together in this specific way just at the moment I was wanting to persuade my friend to submit to Master. You may not see the connection, but I felt that Chloe was gradually moving away from whatever path she had been on these last several years, just as I was also moving away from what I'd always thought was my place in life (or at least what I considered to be my place since I met Master). We seemed to both be spinning out of our normal orbits and into a different kind of space. I felt like there was a weird kind of synchronicity going on. I had no idea why, but just as I was preparing to try to turn Chloe onto a path she had not been on before, she seemed to be burning the bridges to her old life. And just as I was preparing to enter a new phase of my own, I was finding myself engaging with my best friend in a way I never had before. It was as if all our old ways of relating were beginning to fray at the edges, prior to being torn asunder by forces we had not even known existed. I was terrified and excited in almost equal parts by what had happened since I had arrived at Chloe's door last night, and even more so by the prospect of what was to come... I didn't know whether terror or excitement was the stronger emotion. This indicated to me that I needed to really begin preparing myself for the journey I had chosen. Even though I had Master's support in what I was doing, I was beginning to realise that my old ways of thinking were not going to be of much help to me from now on. Although it was years since I'd been a schoolgirl, it felt like I still carried a certain amount of the rather prim attitude I'd had back then. What I mean is that at that time I thought of myself as already a mature woman who had experienced the depths of depravity and I prided myself on being a hardcore little bitch. At least that was the rather overdone view of myself I tried to project. In reality I still retained a certain innocence as a young girl no matter how depraved I was trying to be, or what degrading acts I would perform on demand. Now I was increasingly aware that I could neither hide from nor romanticise my true nature any longer. From now on I realised, I was fully responsible for whatever became of me, and yet I felt that only by giving up any pretence of morality or virtue could I be the empty vessel I so wished to become. I wanted to become an object that has no fate except that which is determined by others... a thing that is made to suffer in ways that I could not yet imagine regardless of what choices I would have made in my former life.... I yearned to fall into the abyss of nothingness.... My increasingly abstract thoughts were interrupted when Chloe came out onto the balcony. She told me that she'd said all she had to say to Carlos for now, and that it was time for us to leave. She didn't say how she had explained my sudden appearance naked at his door, not to mention my participation in our recent sexual activities, and I didn't ask. I just followed her back into the lounge where she grabbed her bag, kissed Carlos, and took me by the hand. Carlos opened the door for us, and we went out into the corridor from which we'd come what now seemed like hours ago. I was not sure how long it really was as time had lost any meaning since we'd arrived. Chloe led me down the corridor and I looked back at Carlos who was just standing there watching us. He hadn't said anything to me, or even looked at me. I think he was still processing whatever Chloe had said to him. After all, he hardly knew me, so I didn't mind that there was no fond farewell, even though not long ago I'd orgasmed with his cock thrust deep inside me. The reality I inhabit sure is strange sometimes. "Come along, slut," Chloe said to me in order to regain my attention. We reached the lift, and went down to the car park level. There were now a few people in the car park area, as it was later in the day, so I was relieved to be wearing a dress again. I wondered if it was possible to tell that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. I'd not had the opportunity to check in a mirror before we left. As we drove out of the car park, Chloe said we needed to move along a bit as her business meeting was at a cafe a few suburbs away and we didn't have much time to get there. She can drive like a maniac sometimes, and now was no exception. Once again I was glad that I was no longer naked, since I thought how embarrassing it would be if we were in a car accident and the ambulance arrived to find me naked in the wreck. I really have strange ideas in my head sometimes. "I'm really not looking forward to this meeting with Bryan," Chloe was muttering as we raced down the highway towards our destination. I assumed that Bryan was the person she was meeting, but I had never heard his name before, so I didn't know why she would say that. As usual I simply waited to be told whatever my friend decided I needed to know. It was out of my hands anyway. After some time she said, "You'd better be an obedient little whore!" That made me wonder what was in store for me, and I hoped Chloe would be more forthcoming with the details before we arrived at the cafe. But I already knew I would obey her no matter what she wanted me to do. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 07 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated). Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 7 == Chloe and I were hurtling down the highway in her beat up Mercedes. After our threesome with Carlos and Chloe's goodbyes to him, my best friend was determined to get to her business meeting with Bryan on time. I kept the many questions I had in my head to myself because I wanted her to concentrate on her driving. My friend was not a very good driver, being somewhat impetuous, and she was already a bit distracted by her own thoughts and emotions. Occasionally she muttered some obviously negative comment about the forthcoming meeting. So much had already happened today, and I was left to wonder what would happen next. Fortunately, after only a few displays of temperament from my friend, such as blasting her horn at the occasional excessively slow driver, we got there in one piece. We found somewhere to park, and once we got to the cafe where the meeting had been arranged Chloe relaxed a bit. Not a lot, but a bit. Chloe hated to be late, and although not early as she preferred, we were roughly on time. In fact we'd arrived before Bryan had. "Just like him to be late!" Chloe said in a tone dripping with contempt, which was strange because as far as I knew she'd never met the guy. Regardless of whether that was the case it was clear she already had a strong opinion about him. Since we now had some time to spare, my friend told me some of what was on her mind. Apparently, this Bryan guy was now the person she was going to have to deal with if she wanted to get work from the theatre company with which she'd had a contract for several years. "I have so many good memories of the Blue Mask Company," Chloe sighed as she talked about the reasons behind the meeting. Blue Mask Theatre Company was the place where she'd met Carlos, and he had been very supportive of her long before they'd a relationship. But since Carlos had decided to leave for Canada, he was no longer able to be of any help to her. "It's not that I need an inside track or anything," she added, "but from what I hear this Bryan character is only out to promote himself and he'll try to undermine anyone he thinks might stand in his way." Chloe's talent was widely recognised, and she got work solely due to having the required skills and creativity but it was always helpful to have a friend who was not involved in the internal politics that are often rife in the arts community. I was certainly well aware of all the scheming and backstabbing that went on in the theatre world from my work as an arts administrator. But I'd given up that job about a year ago as part of my desire to concentrate more on serving Master at a deeper level (with his agreement of course). So I was now out of the loop about recent developments, and since Bryan had only arrived on the scene a few months ago I knew nothing about him. Another feature of the arts community is the constant coming and going of people, so you really need to be on the ground constantly to know what's happening. "I've been told that he's a really arrogant bastard, and that he has his own agenda," Chloe said as we walked towards the far side of the restaurant. Listening to her comments I was thinking there was nothing new about Bryan being the arrogant type, but I knew this also meant that he would not hesitate to cut Chloe out if he wanted to promote others who would then be beholden to him. That is often the way things work in an industry dominated by a small group of creative people who are often very competitive and ego-driven. Chloe chose a booth that was as far as possible from the large open area where a lot of people were sitting at small tables. "I want to sit somewhere quiet and out of the way," she told me. We sat down on the same side of the booth leaving the opposite side for Bryan when he deigned to appear. Even after we were seated Chloe seemed restless and distracted. She fidgeted with a paper napkin that was on the table and said, "Carlos warned me to be very careful in dealing with Bryan. He's apparently well known for using his position to further his own interests." Chloe looked quite agitated. She added, "I'm sure that Bryan is going to tell me he doesn't want to renew my contract. Maybe I should try a creative approach with him... I've got nothing to lose." Normally my friend was rather careful about how she dealt with people. She never liked to offend or alienate anyone, no matter what she thought of them privately. What Chloe had just said indicated that she was feeling quite desperate. While she worked for many different groups and organisations, her work with the Blue Mask Theatre group was the only ongoing contract position she had, and accounted for a large part of her income. Other jobs occasionally came along, but this type of work lacked continuity and was totally unpredictable. Losing her main contract so suddenly would certainly have a major impact on her lifestyle. Chloe started muttering about Bryan again, and to distract her I asked how things had gone with Carlos as I had not heard much of their conversion. I'd left them to talk privately, since that was their last chance to do so before he had to leave for the airport. But of course I was wondering what had been said. Chloe told me, "Carlos really appreciated my gesture of giving him a farewell fuck, and he was delighted I brought you along." She smiled at me and seemed to have forgotten about her meeting with Bryan for a moment. "What man would not love the opportunity to fuck two pretty girls!" she added with a grin. She suddenly looked thoughtful again and said that things had been sorted out amicably enough, but added that when she'd asked him about Bryan, Carlos had become quite upset. It seems that by leaving his position, Carlos had unwittingly provided an opening which Bryan had used to his advantage. Bryan was just the type to seize any opportunity and Carlos was very unhappy about leaving people he cared about vulnerable to someone like Bryan for whom scheming and manipulation were second nature. Carlos also warned Chloe that Bryan would try to get rid of her, so as to increase his influence. At the same time, Carlos was hurt. "He blames me a little, " confessed Chloe. "He said that it was only because I'd ended our relationship that he'd decided to leave his position." So that was why Carlos had looked rather unhappy when we left... "You're here!" Bryan had finally arrived. There was not a word of apology for his lateness. I could tell from the look on Chloe's face that his attitude only confirmed her already low expectations of Bryan. He was clearly the type who would be annoyed if he was kept waiting, but if he was the one that was late... well, that was different. He was a very busy man, wasn't he? Chloe ignored Bryan's remark and she didn't bother to introduce me. Instead I heard her say, "I've hired this whore to provide some pleasure for you during our discussion." She waved her hand dismissively in my direction. "Unbutton your dress and show Bryan your tits," she directed. I must have had a stunned expression on my face as Bryan stared at me with interest. He was obviously not at all shocked and instead his eyes had an evil look. But I obeyed, unbuttoning myself to almost the waist and pulling open my dress. I had nothing on underneath of course, since we had come here straight from the farewell fuck with Carlos. Bryan just leered at me with a nasty smirk on his face. You think you're so smart, but my friend is going to throw you off balance, I thought to myself. I now understood that Chloe was seeking to gain the upper hand in what otherwise would have been an uneven contest by ambushing Bryan in a way he could hardly resist. Otherwise he would have easily been able to put her in the weaker position from the outset. And she knew he would not hesitate to do so. Chloe and I were facing away from the other patrons in the restaurant and were partially shielded by the high sides of the booth. No one could see that I was sitting there displaying myself to the man sitting across the table. However, I noticed that Bryan quickly looked around to see if anyone was aware of what was happening. When he was satisfied no one had noticed, he looked back at me, or rather my tits, again. Just then Chloe gave me some further instructions. "Get under the table, whore. You know what to do!" I just had time to see the surprised look on Bryan's face as I slid off the seat and crawled under the table. Although Chloe claimed I knew what to do, I really had no idea. As usual she had not given me any warning of her intentions. I understood she wanted Bryan to be shaken out of his usual arrogant assumption that he had all the cards, and that she would want him as distracted and discomforted as possible while they talked. And since the only thing I could see was Bryan's crotch in front of me, I put two and two together and decided that Chloe intended that I should suck his cock while she pressed her case verbally above. I quickly unzipped him and got his not very large cock out and held it in my hand. After a few strokes it began to respond. As I continued, he stiffened up quickly. I wondered what the owner of the cock I was stroking was thinking about right now? I could hear Chloe talking, but Bryan had not been able to say a word so far. Slowly I took his now fully erect cock into my mouth and I felt Bryan shudder slightly. Gradually I increased the pressure of my lips and got to work. I was soon fully occupied with what was a very familiar activity, except I was more used to a larger and thicker cock. As I continued sucking, the voices above me alternated and varied in tone. I could hear Chloe and Bryan speaking, but the actual words were rather indistinct through the thick wooden table above me. As a consequence it was not possible for me to make out exactly what was being said. Instead, I concentrated on my task. After some time the two voices grew louder and more insistent. I still could not make out most of the words, but I was sure an argument was in progress. I was not used to Bryan's voice, but I could tell that Chloe's voice had taken on an uncharacteristic tone of anger. Suddenly, Bryan's cock twitched and he came in my mouth! It was like an angry eruption rather than an erotic release. The sudden spasm took me by surprise, as I had not expected it to happen just as that moment. But fortunately I did not swallow. Usually I swallow when any cock ejaculates in my mouth unless specifically instructed otherwise. I had been trained to swallow cum even when it tasted foul. You would be surprised at how different cum from different men can taste. Some (like Master's) is very sweet, but some men have cum that is quite bitter. It's all to do with diet, as well as numerous other variables. Bryan's cum tasted awful (a true representation of it's owner, I thought), but I held it in my mouth for a moment as I tried to determine how the conversation was proceeding across the table above my head. It seemed to have suddenly reached some kind of climax, then things went quiet. I could tell that Chloe was upset, but I could not quite make out her words. Then Bryan banged the table with his fist. I could hear my friend say something that included the word "bastard"... So that was it, then. I spat out Bryan's cum right onto one of his shoes. That would teach him! I crawled away from him and over towards my friend. I put my arms around her legs, to give her a kind of hug, and I placed my head on her knee. I knew she understood that I was trying to comfort her, as she reached under the table and patted my head. After a short time the conversation ceased entirely. Chloe's hand reached down and pulled me up and out from under the table. She took my arm, and we walked quickly away from the booth without looking back. I think Bryan was still sitting there, but I didn't get a chance to really look at him. Instead we left the cafe and went straight to Chloe's car, which was parked nearby. As we drove off I could see that my friend was very upset but I thought it wise not to ask her what had happened. She would tell me when she was ready. We drove straight back to her house. It was growing dark by this time. Instead of going inside, we walked to a shop just nearby and bought some fish and chips. Chloe obviously needed some comfort food. This type of meal was something I knew she ate only occasionally when too tired to prepare something herself. I was sure she would enjoy it tonight, especially after such a draining and emotionally charged series of events. Back at the house, we sat at the table in the kitchen while Chloe unwrapped our dinner from its paper parcel. I got a bottle of sauvignon blanc from the refrigerator. Over this instant dinner and a cold glass of wine we looked at each other wordlessly as we ate hungrily. Today had been quite an emotional roller coaster and we had not had a chance to eat much. So much varied sexual activity and a lot of intense emotions sure make you hungry! After satisfying her appetite, and downing a glass or two of wine, Chloe told me what had happened at the cafe. It seems that Bryan had lived up to his reputation. He had told my friend that he would not be giving her any further work and his excuse was that he wanted to give some younger talent a chance. I could see that Chloe was still angry about the way Bryan had twisted the truth as she was still a young woman but she had been working for the company for several years now. It was initially in only a small way but gradually her role had increased in importance until she'd become an established entity at Blue Mask. Now, suddenly, it was all over. She had expected as much. Despite attempting to throw him off balance during their discussion by having me use my mouth to get him distracted, it was clear he had already reached a decision before even coming to the meeting. Despite my best attempts Bryan didn't need to think clearly and he simply stuck to his position, and nothing Chloe could say made any difference. It was not so much the loss of her contract, although that was a blow, but his attitude had been brutal and arrogant. She said that he was really very rude and dismissive of her. He had made a decision and that was it, as far as he was concerned. He even said her work had become predictable and stale. That's when she got angry. So it seemed that a large part of Chloe's regular work was now lost to her. She still had a couple of smaller and less regular jobs. And there were occasional commissions that came in out of nowhere, but she could not rely on these to keep her going. This sudden change did not put her in any immediate financial difficulty, but it was still a major shift in a work pattern that she had gradually developed over several years and that would make things difficult in the longer term. My dear friend looked very unhappy, and my heart went out to her. I got down on my knees and crawled to her side. I put my arms around her, and gently I licked her hand as I wanted to comfort her and at the same time tell her wordlessly that I was her submissive little pet. With her other hand she patted my head very slowly and sighed loudly. We sat like that for quite a long time. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 08 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 8 == I wanted to distract my dear friend from her feelings of anger and loss. As I sat on my knees next to Chloe I took off the still half-unbuttoned dress I had been wearing since we left that bastard Bryan at the cafe. Once I was naked I got down on my hands and knees and licked her boots. Chloe looked down at me and smiled. I loved the way she always smiled at me when I licked her boots or shoes. "What do you want, little slut?" "Please allow this cunt to give you some pleasure, Mistress." "Yes, we could both do with some relaxation," she said. "Let's take a shower and go to bed." It was still early, but we were both tired and emotionally drained. I tried to pamper her as usual in the shower, licking her dry and finishing her off with a fluffy towel. Then we went to her bedroom and I knelt on the floor while she combed her hair and put on some perfume. When Chloe was ready she got into bed and looked down at me. Patting the bed beside her, she wordlessly gave me permission to join her. I crawled into the bed and put my head in her lap. She stroked my hair and said, "I'm very pleased with you. It's a pity your talents were wasted on a slime ball like Bryan." When I told her how I'd spat his cum out onto his shoe my friend was very impressed with my attitude. "Just what he deserved," she told me. After we had been in bed for a little while I began to kiss her nipples, and then I licked down her tummy to her pussy... Gradually I worked my tongue lower until it was into her wet slit. My friend parted her legs and I was back where I belonged, licking my beloved Mistress to orgasm after orgasm. I soon put my hand down between my own legs and stroked myself to a couple of orgasms at the same time. Gradually Chloe's moans became softer and less frequent, and I could tell she was almost asleep. It was lovely to look up at her from where I was down between her thighs and watch her rest peacefully after such a dramatic and demanding day. I waited until I was sure she was sound asleep, then I climbed out of bed and went to phone my Master. When I had asked to spend some time with my friend Chloe, Master had told me to obey her totally and said that he was comfortable with Chloe being in control of me. But he had also instructed me to phone him each evening while I was away and report to him on the events of the day. I had very much been looking forward to talking with him. It already seemed a long time since I had last seen him, even though that was only yesterday. We were not often apart for more than a few hours, and it's rare that I am not kneeling beside his bed at some stage each evening so a whole day away from Master seemed like an eternity. The phone rang a few times and then he answered. My heart raced like a silly schoolgirl at the sound of his deep voice. I had a lot to tell Master after all the adventures my friend had dragged me through during the day. Of course he knew that Chloe would have me serve her sexually. That was expected. But when I told him about fucking myself with her hair brush at the restaurant he was quite amused. He always found Chloe's creative ways of sexually humiliating me absolutely charming. She was someone who shared his tastes in that area. I also told him about the "farewell fuck"... and the meeting with Bryan. Master was not concerned that Chloe had used me in various ways to pursue her own agenda. He fully expected that this would be the case, and he respected her judgement. He did not have the attitude that only his own interests would be the determining factor if he allowed me to be controlled by another. Master was very much the realist. I think he was interested to see how someone who had so many attitudes and tastes that were quite similar to his own would make use of a hot little slut like me. And as long as I was safe and under the care of someone who loved me he would not object to Chloe's treatment of his slavegirl. More likely he enjoyed being an observer at a distance for a change. At least Master knew that I would be safe with my friend. He probably quite enjoyed the idea that Chloe would have the opportunity to play with his slut. I doubt he would have found it comfortable to have me under the control of another man as Master did not have a great deal of respect for most other so-called dominants. He thought many of them were fakes or worse -- which in my experience was absolutely correct -- but he quite liked the idea of me serving another woman. He was an exceptional man, but still a man after all! So I was not concerned about telling Master of my adventures. He was intrigued to hear my account and enjoyed listening to all the details. He especially approved of how I had spat Bryan's cum out on to his shoe. He said that seemed quite appropriate under the circumstances and was also very typical of me. I could sometimes be quite feisty, even though that was not my true nature. As we talked on the phone, I was thinking about how Master had done so much for me during the years I have been in his service. Ever since we met, he has advised, counselled, and supported me and in every way been someone on whom I could rely. It's only because of all he's given me that I now feel able to begin the next stage of my journey. After all, that's really why I'm here with Chloe. All the chatter about my adventures during the day was really only so much gossip. What I really wanted to discuss with Master was how things were going with my plan to propose to Chloe that she become enslaved to him. Thus far she had not shown any interest in discussing the proposal I'd said I wanted to put to her, so you could say that in one sense I'd made no progress on this front at all. As far as I knew, Chloe was still quite unaware that I wanted to make her an offer to submit to Master and I didn't even know if she'd ever thought of being Master's slave. It might have crossed her mind, as I'm sure she has observed how I have grown and developed under Master's care and protection over the years I've been with him, and she may have wondered what it would be like to be in my position. But that's the thing. Chloe thinks of it as my position, so she would not see it as an option open to her even if she had privately wondered about it. I can recall the look in her eyes on a few occasions when she visited us and observed my complete and total submission to Master. There was obviously something in her head as she looked down at me, naked and crawling around at her feet, licking her shoes in welcome at Master's instruction. I could hear some kind of desire in her voice at those times when Master jokingly asked her if she thought he had trained me well. I hoped for an opportunity to broach the subject of her slavery soon, and I was quite excited as I talked to Master about this prospect. I told him that knowing my friend as intimately as I did, I could almost read her thoughts. And right now I was sure she was feeling quite shattered. The thing with Carlos had apparently been over (or at least in terminal decline) for a while, but I knew that until my friend had actually said goodbye to him earlier today the full impact of that situation had not really hit her. While we were waiting for Bryan to arrive for the meeting Chloe had told me that she was just beginning to realise that a relationship can be effectively dead, but it's not actually over until the final words have been spoken. I thought at the time that was an interesting comment for her to make and I told Master I felt she was on the brink of some kind of realisation about her future that could make her more open to the proposition I wanted to put to her. I didn't think Chloe was so in love with Carlos that the end of their relationship was especially difficult for her to process, but I knew that she had been through a long series of unsatisfactory relationships of various kinds over many years. It was my feeling that although her relationship with Carlos had not been especially deep, the real trauma for her was that it was yet another failure and disappointment. I think many women start to feel a degree of anxiety after years of failed relationships. At some point in her life, every woman becomes aware that her biological clock is ticking and there is an unconscious awareness that the time to find a life partner is beginning to run out. In my case I was never the maternal type, and while my relationship with Master would not be every girl's ideal of finding a life partner, it did have that feel for me. I felt more at home and comfortable with myself than I ever had before. I explained to Master that I knew Chloe very much wanted to find a life partner. We used to talk about it a lot years ago and even though I had not spoken to her much about such things recently, I was sure she still felt the same way deep down. I told Master that I believed Chloe felt quite distressed about her repeated failure to establish the kind of relationship she'd always wanted and was beginning to fear she never would. I told Master that I knew she was feeling quite upset right now and that when she woke up in the morning her future would be very much on her mind. The other thing I discussed with Master was that at almost the same time as she was wondering about her future relationships her self-confidence about being financially independent and having a career path in the notoriously fickle arts community were also seeming a bit shaky. Chloe always liked to appear very much in control and took most things in her stride. She was to all outward appearances very self-assured and capable. She seemed the ideal modern woman with many admirable personal qualities and most people were impressed, even on a first meeting. But as her best friend I knew that while her confidence and capability were quite real, there was also another, deeper side to her personality which she did not show to the world. Like any submissive woman she was very aware that she would be judged harshly and possibly derided if her true inclinations were known to those who did not understand (and that was most people). So Chloe kept her deepest feelings well out of sight. The many acquaintances who so admired her and were impressed by her obvious poise, charm and talent would never dream that she was at heart a very deviant woman who would get wet at the mere thought of being tied up and abused. How little we truly know those around us! I'm sure that few if any of Chloe's many associates would ever have thought of her as sexually submissive since her demeanour was quite assertive. If they had even momentarily considered the idea I have no doubt that they would have dismissed any gossip about Chloe being submissive out of hand as like most people they would have the misconception that all submissive women are "doormat" types who lack the ability or desire to stand up for themselves. This could not be further from the truth. In fact, in my experience most submissive women are quite strong. They have made a conscious choice to submit to another, and by nature are willing to accept a lot in order to achieve what they desire, but not from just anyone. For example, while Master can do with me as he chooses regardless of my feelings and I accept that as his right, this acceptance is based on the love and respect I have for him. Especially the respect, as I think I would obey someone I respected greatly, even if I did not love them. But without that hard-earned respect and the certain knowledge I was safe in their hands I would certainly not feel that that I wanted to submit to just anyone. In fact I'm quite sure that I would run away rather than obey them. When I talk to Master or Chloe I always feel that I'm being completely understood. This is one reason I can trust them to take control of me and yet still feel that I am quite safe and secure, even when I am being made to do things that I have never done before or would not normally imagine myself doing. Like most women I sometimes say one thing when I mean another. A lot of men find this confusing and complain that they never know what a woman really wants. Neither Master nor Chloe ever have a problem with any dissembling on my part. For a start they know me well enough to be able to tell what I'm really thinking even when I say yes when I mean no, or no when I mean yes. They can *read* me like a book and they know very well that there are times when I say the opposite to what I mean. I'm really not trying to be contrary but sometimes I don't like to admit to what I really want. Occasionally, despite all the training Master has patiently provided, I still feel ashamed to admit that I'm such a slut. For example, if he asks me if I'd like to be spanked before he fucks me I'll pretend not to want it even though I do. I know I really do want it, but I still say no. Master knows I really want it, and he probably knows I'll say no, but he just likes to tease me by making me say I don't want something I really do and then have to beg for what I've just said I don't want. Is this confusing? Maybe a little, but I don't really think so. I'm just a complex little bitch and you need to know how to handle me, as Master often says. In any case I enjoy being able to say what I think I want and then have a decision made for me regardless. It's not that my opinion is disregarded but somehow Master knows that I'll be happy with his decision even if I don't initially think so. I may genuinely protest but afterwards I'm always content with the way things turned out. My protestations are not ignored but rather reinterpreted. I always feel relieved that he didn't listen to my silly protests and instead just did what he felt was right for me. I know he will do what he feels is right regardless of what others think (including me). Master is actually a very thoughtful and ethical person and considers things carefully before acting. I'm just one of the *things* he considers carefully, and he will act as he thinks best regardless of what I say. It's this certainty that I will be looked after even if my expressed wishes are disregarded that defines my life. Knowing this makes me feel *free* even as I'm reminded very forcefully that I am truly enslaved. Both Master and Chloe have the kind of innate communication with me which makes my agreement or disagreement unnecessary. When I found them it was like suddenly being with someone who understood my language and culture after spending a long time (most of my life, really) with strangers who understood neither. In any case it doesn't really matter what I want as I will be given what I need even if I'm not really sure what that is. My phone conversation with Master may have been more one-sided than usual but he allowed me to rattle on because he knew that I was very wired-up at the moment and needed to get it all out of my system. Chloe would normally be a suitable audience for my chatter but in this case I don't want to unload my feelings onto my dear friend until I've had the opportunity to discuss my proposal with her. So Master was really the only person to whom I could express my thoughts and dreams right now. Over many years Master and I have discussed all kinds of things as he has always set aside time for me to talk with him, usually at the end of each day. I feel very strongly that in many more conventional relationships things are often not discussed very openly or at all. People either just take a lot for granted, or fear to express their innermost thoughts and desires. In a busy world how many couples have time to sit together and talk over whatever is on their minds every day... or even once a week? It's hardly surprising that there is frequently a lack of real communication between people who are supposedly sharing their lives. I'm very fortunate in that I never have to despair of a lack of intimacy with Master as he likes to discuss everything with me and we talk about a wide range of topics. I really have no secrets at all from Master, and I feel no shame in sharing even my most deviant thoughts and desires with him. I know that he is not going to judge me or reject me even if I tell him things that most people would find disturbing or at best strange. Nothing I come out with is ever shocking or disturbing to him. He will tell me if I'm talking nonsense, but most often he allows me to bring up any thoughts I have in my head no matter how bizarre they might seem. I blush even now when I recall one of our earliest emails when Master casually asked about my fantasies and in response I blurted out that one of my strongest fantasies was to be made to whore myself! I don't know why I felt able to tell him something like that so easily. I'm sure many people would find it difficult to admit to having such a fantasy even to someone with whom they were very intimate. After all, I had only written one or two emails to this man, we had never met, and at that stage I didn't even know what he looked like as we had not yet exchanged photos.... And yet I was telling him one of my deepest and darkest fantasies just because he happened to ask a very general question about that topic. Fortunately Master didn't respond negatively and he didn't assume I wanted to go out and do such a thing right away either. Many men think describing a fantasy is the same as expressing a desire to do that same thing in reality, when in fact there's often a big difference between fantasy and reality. After all, fantasies are safe because they are just in your mind so you can imagine doing a lot of things in your fantasy life that would be too challenging or too confronting to do in real life. It gave me enormous confidence in Master to know that I could tell him anything and we could discuss whatever it was in a rational and supportive way regardless of whether it was something ordinary or something much more *out there* on the fringe of what most people would consider an acceptable topic of conversation. It made no difference to him what I wanted to talk about or ask his opinion about as Master always made me feel he would respond in the same calm and non-judgmental manner no matter what. He implanted the belief in me early on that I could say anything that came into my head to him and it would be alright, and that confidence has only grown over time. This frank acceptance of me is one of the many reasons why I have so much respect for him. In reality submissive women have to be very strong minded, as the path they have chosen in life is not an easy one. It's difficult to find someone who is able and willing to control you for a start. And even if you are fortunate to have found such a person, and you respect and wish to serve them, a slave's life is always hard. A submissive woman has to be totally committed to her choice without any support from society and even most of her family and friends will not understand her choice or support her in following her deepest desires. Despite the feminist rhetoric about every woman having the right to choose the kind of life she wishes to live, even most feminists seem to regard submissive women as deluded creatures who just want to be abused, as well as traitors to the cause. I'd been thinking about this because when Chloe and I were younger we used to consider ourselves feminists (and we still do to some extent). Our circle of friends were all staunch feminists even if there were some disagreements about exactly what this meant. For example, a small minority claimed to be lesbian separatists. I think in some cases this was just a posture designed to make themselves stand out as even more radical than the rest of us, but I know it was true in at least a few cases. Actually I never liked those few people as they claimed all men were bastards and yet they treated their women like dirt -- even worse than the kind of men they openly despised. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 08 Chloe and I enjoyed being with both men and women although neither of us had ever met a man to whom we would have submitted. Even sexually we found it hard to find men with whom we were really compatible. So we took to fucking each other in the absence of any real alternative. I don't mean that we never went to bed with a man, but if we did they usually disappointed us before very long and we would end up consoling each other which often led to a sexual involvement with each other as well. As far as men went, I know that Chloe was quite the slut when she was younger but her many relationships were mostly quite short-lived. I think that once the novelty wore off she soon tired of the demands of a man when when her own needs were not being met. She had never submitted to any man so far as I knew. Not because she would not have liked to do so, but simply because none of the men she ended up with made her feel that they would respond adequately if she did. I got the impression she dumped many of the men she fucked relatively quickly because they actually expected her to *mother* them rather than being capable of looking after her in the way she really wanted. In my case the only man (or boy) I'd ever expressed my innermost desires to was my first boyfriend and that was a total disaster. Since then I'd been very careful about letting any man see that side of me even though I often wished I knew a man with whom I could discuss my deepest needs and who would be supportive like Chloe. With my feminist friends there was almost an obligation to discuss everything very openly including our sexual experiences and preferences, but if I mentioned anything about my more perverted desires it soon became obvious that my views were considered heretical. I always had difficulty conveying to my *sisters* that although I agreed with and supported them in principle I had quite different aspirations to theirs. Rather than wanting to be the first female executive of a Fortune 500 company or achieve some other milestone for feminism I just wanted to be myself. I felt that if I could do so without being forced to give up my personal desires in the face of pressure from society or family or anything else then that in itself was a victory for women's emancipation. Unfortunately, apart from being free to seek a way to live out my own desires I did not really want to be emancipated. Rather than wanting to be equal to others my natural inclination was to desire subjugation. I knew perfectly well that I would not be happy juggling a demanding career in a senior position with motherhood or my duties as a wife while struggling to find time to attend consciousness-raising sessions with my feminist sisters. This was never a path to which I aspired. To be honest I saw my feminist beliefs being manifested in my attitude that the most complete fulfillment of myself as a woman that I could imagine achieving was to be fortunate enough to be totally dominated by someone I loved and trusted. What I wanted more than anything was to make a commitment to such a person (when and if I found them) that I was their property and that I wished only to be used for their pleasure. If I could demonstrate such a commitment by lying bound at their feet licking their boots while I begged to be allowed to serve them, all the better! What was actually involved did not really matter to me as long as I felt that my need to be totally enslaved by a loving dominant was being met, and I would be happy to do whatever was required of me no matter how humiliating or depraved that might be. Somehow none of my feminist friends seemed to see the strength of my commitment to living out my dreams as in any way admirable or illustrative of a woman breaking through social taboos and paternalistic barriers to achieve her desires. Mostly they were shocked and horrified by the way I thought and regarded me with disgust. At first I was upset by their narrow-minded and moralistic attitudes, but eventually I realised that it was better to just keep my thoughts to myself. It was experiences like this which convinced me that it takes a great deal of strength of character, and incredible dedication to her chosen path, for a submissive woman not to give in to the many pressures and obstacles she encounters. I think it's a real mistake to make the assumption that submissive women are weak and unable to think for themselves! Chloe was the only woman I knew at that time who never made me feel ashamed of who and what I was. She was not only supportive and shared her own slightly different but very complementary desires for submission with me... she also lovingly allowed me to lick her cunt and she sometimes permitted me to abase myself for her enjoyment. We got along perfectly! Although I loved and respected Chloe I would have preferred to feel the dominance of a man, but at that time I had not met any man who had the self-awareness, integrity and strength of character necessary before I would even consider submitting to them. Like our feminist sisters, both Chloe and I felt that as women we should be able to achieve whatever we set out to do in our lives and we refused to accept the many stupid restrictions imposed on us by society that limited our opportunities. We also saw many men as weak, selfish, juvenile and willing to exploit women's vulnerabilities for their own purposes. Like many women we wished we could find a man with the personal qualities that would make him stand out from the mass of boy-men who thought only of themselves and regarded women as an alien species that were *impossible* to understand. However it seemed to us that the type of feminist principles we admired were often nothing more than empty words spouted as rhetoric by women whose narrow minded attitudes were just as offensive as those of the most chauvinistic man. Chloe and I often discussed how the way we viewed ourselves seemed to be just as foreign to many women as it was to most men. This disturbing reality (as opposed to all the high-flown rhetoric) was very discouraging and I perfectly understood why Chloe eventually decided to adopt a facade that was very different to her innermost self and why she never allowed those around her to know her true feelings. Both of us came out of that stage in our lives with the attitude that we could not be fully open with or completely trust anyone except each other. Rather than rejecting feminism I feel that it was feminism that rejected me! Of course Master already knew all this as I had discussed it with him many times. He understood when I told him that the shock to my best friend's prestige and image in the arts community as a result of Bryan's attitude towards her was not only a financial blow but a psychological blow as well. Chloe defined her (public) identity very much in terms of her activities in the arts community. She was well known nationally and even to some extent internationally for her creative abilities, but her position relied largely on her ongoing contribution locally. By substantially reducing her exposure with one harsh decision Bryan had hit hard at something he didn't even know existed. Now it was going to be harder for Chloe to maintain the public image of a modern young woman very much in charge of her life that shielded her from any real scrutiny, and it seemed to me that the multiple difficulties my friend was suddenly facing meant that her life as it had been was going to be much more difficult to maintain. When one has to battle adversity on a number of fronts simultaneously I think it's very natural to feel like retreating to somewhere more secure, more predictable and more rewarding than the constant daily grind out there in the *real* world. Master had listened patiently to me without much comment and without asking many questions. Despite his lack of comment I knew that my analysis of the current situation interested him greatly, and he was well aware that my main concern was being able to judge the right time to talk to Chloe about my proposal. Eventually even I began to run out of things to say and we were both silent, but it was a companionable silence and we just enjoyed hearing each other breathe. It was not unusual for us to sit together quietly for a while as we always felt a sense of connection even if we didn't have much to say. Tonight Master was thoughtful for a long time... then he told me that although he agreed there was a very interesting confluence of circumstances right now, he did not want me to push Chloe into anything. It was very important to Master that Chloe make her own decision about whether she wanted to be his slave. He felt that as it was obviously a life-changing decision for her, she should have the opportunity to consider it carefully and without any pressure. So he instructed me that I was not to remind my friend that I had something to discuss with her in the morning unless she made some comment that would make it appropriate for me to do so. He knew I was impatient to discuss my proposal with Chloe, so Master told me that if she had not mentioned it within the next few days he would reconsider. Master knew very well how much I wanted Chloe to become his slave, but I fully accepted that it would not be right to be too pushy with her in trying to bring this about. I knew that it was essential that this momentous decision be hers alone. Unlike the brutal slavery of olden times (which I am well aware still exists in various forms) the kind of voluntary servitude I had always desired could only be a result of free choice. I don't know if anyone who does not share a desire for "voluntary servitude" (rather than being forced to be a slave) can truly understand such a complex and seemingly contradictory fetish. There is a very big difference between slavery that is imposed on unwilling and resisting victims and the "voluntary servitude" in which I lived. Both Master and Chloe possessed the knowledge and understanding of my personality that enabled them to keep me hungry for deeper and more intense experiences involving submission, humiliation and degradation. In that way they had a lot of power over me, but it was only as a consequence of what I myself also wanted. I certainly get angry and upset if insulted or treated with a lack of respect, just like any other woman. But someone who has the ability to put me in that special mental space where my deep desire for submission and mortification kicks in knows that there is virtually nothing I will not accept if approached in the right way. It's very hard to describe all these complicated emotions, but I am not easily influenced by anyone unless they have the natural ability to handle me in a way that makes me want submit to them, as opposed to making me want to resist and run away. I knew that Chloe felt exactly the same way and that any difference between us was only an expression of our different personalities. I was certain she would be able to accept fundamentally the same degree of servitude I currently experienced with my Master if she decided to choose that option. He would understand how to modify anything that needed to be changed to suit her specific desires, but that was something they would have to work out together, when and if she agreed to my proposal. At that stage it would be out of my hands, and what I needed to focus on now was getting her to the stage where my friend could negotiate the terms of her enslavement directly with Master if that was what she decided to do. I very much wanted to help Chloe achieve the love and acceptance for which she so deeply yearned. The prospect of serving her as well as Master made me smile. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 09 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 9 == It seemed like years since I'd had such a long phone conversation with Master. When we first met we had two or three such conversations every week for the first few months we knew each other. But since I've been with him almost every day and night in recent years there has not been the opportunity or necessity for so much intense dialogue and talking to him tonight brought back just how satisfying it is to have such a deep and extended form of communication with someone who truly understands you. I felt very happy to be able to express myself to Master without the misunderstandings or lack of comprehension that so often happen, even with people who are close to you. Apart from Chloe I've never had anyone else I could talk to really openly or ask questions without fear of being judged. Since my own ideas often seem to be quite different to what most other people think, I've learned the hard way to be cautious about what I say to people unless I know them extremely well. Before I met Master I had ventured occasionally into a few internet-based discussion groups. I thought that it might be useful to talk with other people who shared my interest in things like dominance and submission and that this would be a good way to learn more. I say *ventured" because I was rather nervous about going on-line at all, but I was careful not to give out too much information. These on-line groups just involved posting individual emails to a message board which others could then respond to if they wished and it was not a "chat room" or anything like that! From what I've heard most chat rooms are full of people who just want to take advantage of someone like me. Of course I'm sure there are some genuine people there as well, but I didn't feel I had the self-confidence or deep understanding of myself that would have made it easier for me to tell the difference. So I was not going to put myself in a position where I could not be sure who I was talking to and I'd feel very vulnerable having to defend myself from on-line predators who will say anything to string you along. Instead I felt more comfortable on a bulletin board and at first I really enjoyed reading through the posts and very occasionally I made a comment or two myself. Even in such a relatively safe environment I had to leave a few of these groups when guys started trying to hit on me even though that was supposedly not allowed. They'd keep everything polite and innocent on the list but message me privately wanting to "get to know me better" or suggesting that we meet up somewhere. When they kept doing so despite my refusal to respond I no longer felt safe and would just leave. I'm not totally innocent or unable to stand up for myself, but I didn't want to have to deal with people like that. It really creeped me out. The only time I did respond was to a guy named Eric as he happened to live very close to me and he seemed such a nice and interesting person judging by what he wrote on-line. He wrote some beautiful posts which were insightful and at the same time quite witty. So I thought he was at least someone I could talk to even though I had no interest in anything more than that. We exchanged a few emails and eventually I did agree to meet him in a cafe as he said he had a book he wanted to loan me. I thought meeting him at a cafe couldn't be too dangerous as it was a very public place, so I agreed to have coffee with him one afternoon. I told him I'd be wearing a red dress and that I'd sit at a table in the window so he could find me. I thought we would just have an innocent chat about general topics of conversation like you do when you're talking to someone you hardly know. I had no intention of starting any relationship with him as nothing like that had been discussed and if he had made such a suggestion I'd never have agreed to meet him. As soon as he sat down I regretted agreeing to meet. Eric turned out to be much older than I'd imagined from the way he wrote and there was something about his manner that made me uncomfortable. My instinctive reaction was soon proved correct as Eric immediately started trying to persuade me to go back to his house. I'd never agree to go anywhere with someone I'd only just met and my interest in going off with him in particular was zero, so of course I refused. He was not my type and he looked kind of weird so as soon as possible I finished my coffee and made an excuse about having to go. He insisted that I take the book he'd originally mentioned wanting to lend me and to be polite I accepted it and dashed off. I never looked at the book and felt bad that I'd agreed to borrow it. I wished I'd had the presence of mind not to take the book, but I just wanted to get away from Eric as quickly as possible so I didn't argue when he insisted. Now I felt guilty that I would not be able to return it as even though it was such a brief meeting I got a very strange vibe from Eric, and I certainly never had any intention of meeting him ever again. It was not long afterwards I met Master online and I immediately felt a sense of connection with him. We began to correspond and soon this became a daily ritual. Usually I made time during the day to write Master a long email full of my thoughts, questions and dreams and by that night he would have replied with an equally long and thoughtful message. This meant that we quickly developed a wonderfully close and intimate way of relating even though we had not yet met. It was so different to anything I'd ever experienced with a man before as he was so supportive, kind, intelligent, wise, funny and in every way someone I felt comfortable with. I was so overwhelmed that within a short time I asked if I could address him as Master. To his credit he pointed out that even though we related to each other in a very special way it was too soon for me to see him as my Master as that implied he had certain rights and a very significant degree of control over me. He felt that we should get to know each other much better before agreeing to anything beyond developing our mutual friendship and trust. This was so different to what I'd expected as most men I'd known were only too willing to make a move on me as soon as they thought they could get away with it. I settled for calling him Sir at first, but after a while I was finally allowed to address him as Master once we'd agreed that he would train me. He still insisted that there was a lot to discuss before we should even consider meeting but it was reassuring to have him as my guide and mentor. He encouraged me to read anything I could find on the internet and discuss anything I found of interest with him. Even if what I found was rubbish (as is so common with internet-based material) we had many useful discussions as a result. I was not allowed to talk with others of course. Master did allow me to join some on-line discussion groups like those I had briefly joined before. He usually joined the same groups so he could see what I was posting and what others were posting, so I felt quite safe being in any such groups. He felt it might be educational for me to have a broader forum than simply my ongoing discussions with him, although Master was certainly my main focus. I enjoyed the interaction on these groups very much as the members mostly seemed genuinely nice and very open-minded. I didn't realise that Eric was also a member of one of these groups as he was posting under a different name than before. One day I was shocked to get a private message from him asking when I was going to return his book. I had forgotten all about Eric and his book and I really didn't want to see him again. Foolishly, I thought that if I returned his book that would be the end of it. I certainly didn't want to give him my address so he could pick it up and now that I'd met Master I just wanted to get on with my life. Eric was the last person I wanted to talk to. I really thought that once I'd returned his book I would not have to even think of Eric ever again. He lived only a short distance from my house, so I said I'd drop the book off to him. I stupidly imagined that once I'd handed over the book he would have no more reason to contact me. So I agreed to come over the following day. It took a while to find the book as I'd long forgotten all about it, but eventually I located it buried under some papers on a shelf where it had been ever since that strange first meeting. The next day at the agreed time I drove to the address Eric had given me. It was only about five minutes away from my home and although he'd told me that he'd lived there for many years I'd never seen him around. After parking in the street outside, I went to his door and knocked. A woman opened the door and I was a bit surprised as I'd expected to see Eric and just give him the book. I had intended to simply hand it over and leave again as soon as possible. "Just come in for a moment, Dearie," she said and taking my arm she somehow got me through the door. She was a friendly and rather plump middle-aged lady and seemed so nice that I didn't at first realise what had happened until I heard the door shut behind me. I almost turned around and tried to open the door so I could leave but she started asking me if I'd like a cup of tea and suggested that I sit down while she went to get Eric. I didn't want to seem rude so I allowed her to guide me to a chair in the front room. Before I could say anything she rushed off saying Eric would be with me shortly and went into the kitchen. I could hear the noises of cups and saucers and I was just thinking of calling out that I didn't really want a cup of tea when my attention was drawn to some strange paintings on the walls. The whole room was very cluttered and I hadn't really looked around when I first entered as I was still wondering why Eric hadn't come to the door when he knew I was about to arrive so I could return his book. The room was rather dark as the curtains were drawn and the lighting was dim so it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the different lighting. Once I looked around I noticed that the walls were crowded with pictures of all kinds. By all kinds I mean different shapes and sizes but the content was very similar. As I looked more closely I realised that every picture had the same subject matter. All of them showed naked bound women being whipped or beaten in some way. Surprisingly although they were similar in content they were obviously by different artists and I was so distracted by this unexpected vista of weird artwork that at first I didn't even notice the woman return with a cup of tea. The idea of being in this strange house with so many really weird pictures covering every wall was making me very nervous. I certainly didn't want to drink anything as I feared I would be drugged and end up like the women in the paintings. I was just about to say something about really not wanting a cup of tea when Eric came in... "How nice of you to come for a visit," he said in a voice that made me shiver apprehensively. I immediately remembered how disturbing I'd found him on our first meeting. Now looking at the paintings all around us and gradually feeling more and more uneasy at being here at all, I didn't know what to say. Ignoring my silence Eric started to tell me that he felt I'd make a very suitable addition to his group of *subjects* and he rambled on about how a naked young girl was a thing of beauty and even more so when she was bound and ready to be "hurt"... He emphasised the word "hurt" in a way that made me squirm. Perhaps that was the intent, as I could see him mentally undressing me as his gaze roamed over my body. He was obviously imagining what I'd look like naked with my wrists tied above my head or something like that.... Eric had the uncanny ability to be both creepily menacing and lecherous at the same time, and there was something about this combination that made me cringe. At first I thought by "subjects" he meant that he wanted me to pose for one of his paintings, then I realised that as they were obviously by different artists he was not the painter... While I was trying to decide between asking what he meant by "subject" and making an excuse to leave, Eric went on to tell me that he had a large group of *girls* who submitted to him from time to time and that he'd had various friends paint some of them. "So would you like to pose for me?" he asked. "I would love to take the whip to you while you were hanging for me," he continued as if I'd come here to discuss just such a possibility. In reality I had expected no such thing and I was getting increasingly angry that Eric had taken advantage of my good nature and my willingness to return his stupid book (which I'd never really wanted in the first place) in order to try to manipulate me. I had to shake myself out of my momentary introspection as I suddenly became aware that Eric was leering at me and I was beginning to feel very vulnerable. I started to panic even more when he began insisting I have some tea. Why was he insisting? Was it really drugged as I'd imagined? "You can learn a lot about yourself under the whip," Eric was saying. "I have a room all set up at the back of the house where I have my bondage equipment. I'll show you later," he went on as if it was something I'd specially asked to see. Actually I didn't want to be here any longer and I certainly had no intention of going any deeper into his creepy house. He was an arrogant bastard and kept on talking to me despite my continued silence. I didn't know what he was going on about as I was not really listening anymore. I was trying to decide how I could extricate myself from this increasingly disturbing situation. The mood was very tense and I was wondering what to do when the woman I'd met at the door came back into the room. She just stood there and was looking at me in a very strange way. I wondered what Eric had told her about me. Forcing myself to act, I finally managed to say to Eric that I had his book in my car... I told him that I'd forgotten to bring it in with me (when in reality it was in the bag I had on my knee). "I'll just go and get the book and be right back," I lied. Getting up without waiting for any response, I went over to the door and quickly opened it. Fortunately it was not locked and I went out onto a small covered area just outside. Once out of sight of Eric and the strange woman I took the book from my bag and dropped it on a chair which was there, then I ran to the street where my car was parked. I jumped in, quickly started it, and drove away without looking back. I didn't know if Eric or the woman had seen me drive off but my heart was pumping wildly and I felt like I was going to faint. I was so agitated that I had to pull over after driving a few blocks and wait until my nerves had calmed down. I hoped I was far enough away that Eric could not come after me but I was really freaking out. I felt awful about having just run off like that but I really hadn't expected to have any kind of conversation with Eric, much less end up sitting in his house being asked if I wanted to submit to a whipping. It was foolish of me to have gone there at all. As soon as I got back home I phoned Master. I had his phone number by then but he must have been surprised to get an hysterical call from me out of the blue. Despite this his manner was very reassuring and after a few minutes he managed to calm me down enough so that I could tell him the whole story including about that first meeting with Eric. I'd never mentioned Eric to Master before as I'd quite forgotten about him until he'd contacted me again a few days ago. I also hadn't told Master I was going to visit Eric as the whole thing had come up so suddenly and unexpectedly. Now I realised that I'd foolishly put myself at risk by dashing off the way I had, leaving Master unaware of where I'd gone. If anything serious had happened to me he would not have known where I was. The thought suddenly hit me that I could have been drugged and kidnapped and no one would have known for at least a few days. I don't know if Eric was capable of such a thing but he was definitely a weirdo and just being around him really made me nervous. There was a really strange atmosphere at his house and I still wondered if that woman might have put something in my cup of tea at Eric's instruction. My heart had stopped jumping around by this stage, but I could still feel myself shaking. Part of me could respond positively to the idea of being kidnapped and kept against my will, and the idea of being treated in a brutal fashion had a certain resonance, purely as fantasy. I'm sure even some *normal* women fantasise about such things although they may not care to admit it. I can't deny that my darker side is attracted to such images in a way, but even a powerful fantasy is not necessarily something I'd really want to explore in reality. Maybe I could go there if it was part of an ongoing journey under the strict control of my Master since I would be confident he'd not allow me to come to any real harm. What scared me about Eric was not his unexpected invitation to be suspended naked and whipped but that such a suggestion was being made by someone who hardly knew me and who hadn't made any attempt to do so. Not that I would have been open to that type of interest from someone like him as his manner and tone pressed all the wrong buttons for me. He seemed so cold and calculating and was obviously only interested in satisfying his own urges. He didn't seem to care about me at all, and I would never dream of submitting to anyone for whom I felt no empathy, trust or respect. I apologised to Master for being so foolish and for not having told him what I was doing. I promised never to do anything like that without his permission. Although nothing bad had really happened and I never heard from Eric again, the episode was a kind of turning point for me. It made me realise just how safe I felt under Master's protection although I had not yet really decided to give myself to him. It also was the beginning of a deepening feeling that I wanted to obey Master and not just go off and do things on my own volition as I had always done before. Ultimately, I think my sense of needing to be enslaved began as a result of that frantic phone call. Even though it was not until months later that we first met, and it was some time after that before I formally accepted my place as Master's slave, I feel that the idea this was what I wanted began to develop in my mind from that moment. I felt so reassured being able to talk with Master and tell him everything. The way he handled me made me feel that he was holding me in his arms and as if he was stroking my hair as he calmed me... then I imagined him putting me across his knee and pulling up my skirt and spanking my bare bottom as he instructed me not to be so foolish again. I could feel myself wanting to beg him to spank me harder so that I would never forget my place and I could hear myself promising to be obedient as I cried with pleasure. These thoughts were all in my head, but by the end of the phone call I was telling Master that I would always obey him and for the first time ever I stroked myself to an orgasm as he listened to my moans and sighs on the phone. I told Master my orgasm was for him and thanked him for being there for me. It was the way Master responded when I had been foolish or misguided that convinced me he was capable of looking after me and training me. It's actually hard work being in control of another person. It's not as simple as just having someone who will do anything you tell them to and who will pleasure you in any way you wish at any time. These aspects of owning someone are only part of the story. It's really quite demanding, and a huge responsibility, to have total control over a complex human being. Being a dominant man requires maturity, dedication, self-control, and many personal qualities that only an exceptional person possesses. Being *dominant" is not the same as being *dominating* and most people don't fully appreciate the difference. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 09 Even when you're not in the mood when you own someone you have to make decisions for the person you control while at the same time ensuring their interests are looked after, not just your own. A Master does not have the luxury of taking a few days off, and can't even say they have a "headache". It took me some time to fully appreciate all this and it's only now looking back on my sometimes impetuous behaviour in the beginning of my submission that I can fully understand what Master was up against. Of course, Master was under no illusion about how difficult I could be at times. Everyone has their moods, and they're not always totally co-operative, even if usually they are no trouble at all. I have come to admire Master's determination to train me in the way he wants, no matter how frustrating that must have been for him occasionally. Unlike Master, I'm not very focused and it's not unusual for me not to be paying attention to what he is trying to teach me. I can be a really vexatious little cunt at times. After years of being together I have come to appreciate Master's continuing willingness and ability to teach me to be a better slave and a better person. This is one reason why I have so much respect for him. Anyone can boss you around when they're so inclined, but to consistently teach and train and discipline a fractious little bitch of a girl who wants her own way -- even if she is submissive -- can try the patience of anyone. And most men are not good at dealing with the intimate (and sometimes irrational) thought processes of a woman, submissive or not. Master always displayed a lot of self discipline and even when I was being particularly stubborn he never got angry. I could tell if he was displeased because he would go a bit quiet and give me a certain look which I learned to recognise. But he never closed himself off to me or threatened me with punishment. A lot of *fake* doms just love to find any excuse to punish a slavegirl, and they think that such a response displays their manly power and "mastery". Actually it only displays their own lack of self control and absence of real maturity. If you have to punish a slave all the time and she only obeys you out of fear of punishment, what kind of basis for a relationship is that? I know that some people claim that a slave should be punished whenever their owner is displeased with them for any reason or even for no reason at all, but Master taught me that it's my own sense of duty and dedication to him that should inspire me to obey. I always felt a lot happier when I could see that Master was pleased with me, and if he pushed me to go further than I had initially thought was possible or was comfortable with I always felt a deep sense of satisfaction from seeing how proud he was of me when I did as he wanted. That approach was a much more effective way of motivating me than always being threatened with punishment. I did not want to end up like a fat cat that although a valued pet is overfed and spends its days asleep in the sun, and I told Master so. I needed to know that I would gradually be pushed deeper into submission and made to expand my limits because otherwise even an extreme lifestyle like slavery can become predictable and lacking in stimulation. Just being taken and fucked whenever Master wished, or taught to serve him in whatever routine way he desired was not enough to keep me totally involved indefinitely. I made Master promise that he'd encourage me to endure and explore more than I thought I could, and that once I was comfortable with a certain level he would continue to raise the bar even higher. When I began to tell Master of my desire to go ever deeper into submission under his care and protection he was totally supportive and very understanding. Now that I look back, when I first became Master's slave I was still only a silly young girl. It was hard for me to distinguish between my fantasies and what I really wanted. I had all kinds of deviant thoughts, but at the same time I was very nervous and timid about even the smallest things... For example, I was very self-conscious about people (anyone!) being aware that I was a slave. I did not like to wear my collar in public or act in a submissive way to Master when others could see or hear us, and I was terribly concerned about what other people might think. Even in private I was nervous about anyone seeing me naked, and of course having to totally expose myself in humiliating ways to others when ordered to do so was very hard for me. I always obeyed, but I was sometimes quite literally in a cold sweat. It was only when my psychological responses to these things kicked in and I became highly aroused that I no longer cared any more who was watching. Master already knew all this of course, so he was always very gentle and considerate even if I didn't think so at the time. I can smile to myself now when I think of what a naive girl I must have seemed to him to get all fussed about what I can now see as very trivial matters. I no longer really care what others think of me, or if they see me displaying myself to some some quite obscene degree. I even enjoy the fact that some people are shocked at what a shameless little slut I can be. Actually, I'm the same person as I always was. I'm still quite shy, and I still worry that I'm not much more mature than I was years ago when I frequently acted like a silly schoolgirl. At the same time it does seem that I've come quite a long way under Master's guidance and now I don't think twice about doing things that made me quite nervous at the beginning. I do understand why my Owner thinks I should approach things gradually and that my yearning to go deeper into slavery is something best done step by step, so I have become more comfortable with allowing Master to make the final decision about each new stage of my submission or when serious issues and decisions are involved. My Master is really very protective of me and always thinks of my welfare and best interests in regard to any situation. All these thoughts were swirling around in my head after such a stimulating phone conversation with him. At the same time I was also extremely drained after what had been a very eventful day and reluctantly I told Master that I felt I needed to get some sleep soon. He agreed, and after thanking Master for owning me, as was our ritual each night, he ordered me to get some rest. "Yes Master", I said and I hung up the phone. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 10 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 10 == Although I was very tired, I did not want to go off to bed immediately. I needed time to unwind a little first. I sat there thinking over all I had discussed on the phone with Master and my mind began to drift back to memories of times when I'd experienced the most deliciously conflicting emotions. My memories of the many times Master had put me through situations which I very much wanted to experience but that were at the same time very challenging were something that always caused me enormous excitement and intense arousal. Master had taught me that a D/s relationship often includes elements that are the reverse of how a conventional *straight* relationship functions. Of course many things are the same since love, trust and openness are essential in any relationship. But he also liked to impose on me the reverse of what someone might expect between intimate partners in order to constantly remind me that our relationship was different. Master wanted me to always be aware that while in our relationship I felt appreciated and protected I was definitely not equal. I was frequently spanked, beaten or in other ways made to suffer but these were reminders to me of my place not abuse. Master taught me that such treatment was not intended as punishment, but rather to show that I was loved. If I was humiliated or otherwise *forced* to degrade myself it was done to allow me to express a side of myself that I enjoyed (even if I was often too shy to admit it). If I was made to watch Master while he was served by another girl it was because I enjoyed being a voyeur and I really got off on the emotional masochism this involved. These are just examples of things I learned to accept as part of our relationship but which might seem strange or even abusive to the *average* person. None of these activities ever upset me or damaged me in any way as Master was very careful to control any situation so that there was no risk of that. Although I certainly found that some of these experiences required a willingness to accept emotions I initially found difficult, I loved that my horizons were constantly being extended. Afterwards Master would always *debrief* me so that if I had any issues I could talk them through with him. But we both knew that the intention was to gradually increase my tolerance for whatever he wished to subject me to, and that in so doing I was gaining a great deal as a woman as well as becoming a better slave. After all, this need for ever-deepening submission was what I'd told him I wanted when I first gave myself to him. As I reflected, the memory of the first time I'd been *forced* to watch Master with another girl came to mind. I had begun to yearn for such an experience as I felt that being put in such a position would give me a very intense emotional experience and make me more acutely aware of my slavery. It was something we began discussing not long after I came to live with Master, and this was entirely at my own suggestion. Master allowed me to use a spare computer that he'd set up in a small room next to his office and I was able to go on-line whenever I had time to spare. Although I was strictly forbidden from talking with other men, I was permitted to exchange emails with submissive women in an informal way as long as I kept him informed of what I was doing. I often discussed the conversations I had with him, and if anything especially interesting came up I usually emailed him a copy of the log containing full details of what had been said, so nothing was ever hidden from him. I know that on-line relationships of even the most innocent kind can cause problems, but Master encouraged me to seek out like minded submissive women to talk with as he was aware that as a slave I did not have the same kind of informal support networks of friends and work colleagues as most *free* women enjoy. Initially I never had any intention of doing more than sharing my experiences living a D/s lifestyle with women who were in a similar situation to mine, but as there were very few such women on-line I also began talking to submissive women and girls who were still exploring their interest in such a lifestyle. Even at my own early stage of slavery I was far more experienced than many people I had contact with, and naturally they asked me all kinds of questions. Most of the girls I talked to were very impressed that I was already living a lifestyle they could only dream about and occasionally they asked if Master would be willing to train them. When I queried him about such a possibility he just laughed and said I already took up enough of his time and he was too busy to train anyone else. Of course Master was happy to spend as much time as he could training me, but it was not his idea to include another woman in our relationship at such an early stage. I know Master is not the type to play around as he prefers experiences that are deeper and more long-term. He doesn't have much patience with people who are always on the lookout for a bit of *fun* and he thinks that way of thinking is superficial at best. When I had to tell one of the girls who'd asked if I could arrange training for her that Master was too busy to do so they were always disappointed. Some practically begged for even the most limited opportunity and gradually the thought formed in my mind of a way in which I could simultaneously help them, give Master some pleasure without taking up a lot of his valuable time, and provide myself with an experience that I was sure I would enjoy and which would also allow me learn a lot about myself. I've always had voyeuristic tendencies. I *like to watch* and I get really turned on being a bystander when some sexual activity is taking place. When we were younger Chloe would often "play" with her girlfriends and make me serve as her maid. Sometimes they would play at kissing each other, and this often led to more overt sexual behaviour, semi-nudity and sometimes quite depraved scenes... I was allowed to be there and watch but not permitted any direct involvement. I assume Chloe thought that this was a good way of humiliating me, but in reality I very much enjoying seeing them lift their skirts and masturbate together while I had to continue bringing drinks and act as if I was not seeing anything unusual. I liked being ordered about by them while I was naked except for a frilly cap and a little apron that barely covered my pussy while they were more conventionally dressed even while they indulged in all kinds of depraved activities. I found all this a delicious form of torment. I'd not had the opportunity to do anything like that since I'd been with Master except on a few occasions when Chloe had visited us. At those times she had not been sexually involved with Master and I was the one who had been made to display myself, so that was different. I began to wonder about setting up something where I could watch Master with a girl I'd chosen for him. Before saying anything to anyone I was in contact with on-line I knew that I needed to talk with Master about what I'd been thinking. During one of our regular conversations I took the opportunity to ask Master to allow me to invite one of the girls I knew over. I asked to be allowed to prepare her for him so that he could give her a very limited experience of submission that would not involve any time-consuming ongoing commitment by him. Master looked rather skeptical but didn't say anything right away, so I added that after a brief "training session" he could put her into bondage and fuck her while I watched, before sending her on her way. At this further suggestion Master's eyes lit up and a wicked grin spread across his face. I could see that the pieces had fallen into place in his perverted mind. He saw how he could have some young girl to play with without having to become too involved, and simultaneously he could allow me to delve into a side of myself that he knew existed but had not yet found a way to explore very much. I'm sure it was the latter aspect that intrigued him most. Master was not like a lot of men who are always on the lookout for opportunities, but he was really quite fascinated to see how I would respond if he tested my desire for emotional masochism in such a way. Master knew that most of the submissive girls I talked to online were in their early 20's and a few were even younger at about 18 or 19. Like any man he was attracted to their beautiful young bodies, but he'd told me many times that from previous experience he didn't want to get too involved with girls so young because mentally they were still very immature and unformed and didn't really know what they wanted. He told me he'd had previous experience with girls that age and they were simply not able to give him the kind of deep commitment he required. I think Master's fingers had been burned before so he was smart enough not to go there again. But if he could have access to beautiful young creatures in a situation where they could have the kind of short-term experiences they seemed to like (which Master called "thrill seeking") without any commitment on his part, and at the same time give me an experience that would allow him to explore a different aspect of my training he was certainly interested. The fact that I would arrange everything for him and put myself in a situation where I had to watch him and willingly suffer in that way for him was certainly intriguing. Even so I could tell he was still rather doubtful about getting involved in what I was suggesting. It was the opportunity to put his slave through intense emotional experiences where the psychological aspects of slavery could be explored in a way that was simply not possible during the normal Master/slave dynamic that really attracted him. The more I talked about all this with him the more interested Master became. Eventually he agreed to allow me to proceed as long as every aspect of what happened was scripted by him. I could invite any girl I knew to visit on the understanding that it was strictly a one-off experience and that no ongoing commitment was to be expected. I was to handle all the arrangements so that he would not have to bother with all the preliminary discussions and other details. I knew what he wanted so I could make sure everything that needed to be understood was clarified in advance. I would also "prepare" the girl as I had suggested, so his involvement would only start once she was ready and waiting for him. And I would make sure she clearly understood that absolute obedience was required and that she would simply take the experience for what it was. Master didn't want any complications. I assured him that all would be done according to his instructions. The first girl I decided to invite was a pretty young thing in her early 20's named Dianne. She had long black hair and dark eyes and I knew Master was fond of both. I made everything clear to her as Master had ordered, and we discussed at length all the issues involved. I talked everything through with Dianne until I was satisfied that she fully understood the situation; I knew from my own early experiences how important it was for everything to be clarified in advance so there were no false expectations. I told Dianne that I was only going to be involved at the very start and Master would be in charge once he took control of her. I also suggested to Dianne that it would be best if I "prepared" her when she first arrived and I explained that this meant I would make sure she was naked, collared, and sexually aroused to the point where I was satisfied she was ready for Master. I also made it clear that on this occasion her submission to Master would be mainly sexual and she must be prepared to be used in any way he wished. Dianne was enthusiastic about absolutely everything! I think she was so excited about her first real-life experience of submission that she didn't really care exactly what happened. She told me she was especially looking forward to being "prepared" by me and that she had never been with a girl before. Finally all the arrangements were in place and I consulted Master about when would be a convenient time for him. On the agreed date Dianne arrived as arranged early one evening. When I answered the door I was naked except for my collar. She looked a little surprised but I don't think she was really shocked. Once she was inside I immediately undressed her as we had agreed in advance. I was pleased to see that she'd followed my instructions and worn nothing underneath her dress. Now she was naked I could see that she was even prettier than she looked in the photo she'd sent me. I turned her around and looked at her slim body and saw she had small but perfectly formed breasts and a neat slightly trimmed pussy of black hair. Master would like that! In fact, I liked that... a lot. She looked at me nervously but I could already see some fire in her dark eyes and I really wanted to stoke the flames. Taking Dianne's hand I led her up the passage to the living area. I'd previously told her we'd be alone for at least the first hour or two but I could tell that she was a little nervous anyway. She told me that submitting to a Master was something she'd been dreaming about for years and this was all very exciting for her! I could hear the girlish enthusiasm in her voice and she shivered slightly when I took her in my arms and kissed her. It was just a little kiss as I knew she was nervous about being with me. It was a strange experience to have this girl so willing to do whatever I told her to as I'm usually the one on the receiving end of any instructions that are being given out. I was enjoying giving some orders for a change even though I'm sure I don't have a dominant bone in my body. What mattered to me was that I was getting this pretty girl ready for my Master. I'd been lost in thought for a few seconds when I noticed Dianne was looking at me a little uncertainly so I pulled myself together and got out a collar I'd already put aside for her. It was not a lovely leather collar like mine which was designed to be worn permanently. The collar I held out to Dianne was a cheapie I'd bought from the local pet shop a few days ago. It was bright red and had metal spikes poking out of it. I was rather pleased with how tacky it looked and the way it would stand out against her beautiful olive skin. I told Dianne that I was going to put a temporary collar on her to symbolise that while she was wearing it she was Master's owned little bitch. Dianne looked at me wide-eyed as I buckled the gaudy thing around her neck. She seemed to be transfixed by the fact that she now wore a man's collar, even if it was the cheapest and nastiest collar I'd ever seen and that it was a slavegirl who had actually put it there. To break the spell I kissed her again. This time I followed the first soft kiss with a longer more passionate one. I was really starting to feel quite excited myself and without thinking I pushed my tongue into her mouth. Dianne responded enthusiastically. Although she'd told me she'd never been with another girl it seemed she knew a lot about how to kiss a girl and we spent a long time tongue kissing each other. Soon I was also pulling on her nipples and allowing my hands to roam all over her slim young body. I really liked the way she shuddered when I started to stroke her pussy and gradually I moved on to fingering her cunt and lightly probed her arsehole. The more aroused I became the more intensely I ravaged her body and she responded just as fiercely. Soon we were making love and she was looking up at me as she lay there with her legs spread wide and my fingers thrust up into her as I made her lick my cunt. I could feel spasm after spasm run through her body. I was beginning to understand what Master must have felt the first time he had me naked at his feet... My head was spinning and I had to make a conscious effort to keep control of what I was doing. It was much harder to be in control of another person than I'd thought. We made love to each other for so long that I completely forgot who was teaching who. Dianne was a beautiful, passionate girl and it was very easy to lose track of why she was laying naked in my arms wearing nothing but a cheap red dog collar. It was she who reminded me. "When will Master be here?" she asked me after some time. I had almost forgotten the reason she had come, but Dianne had somehow remembered that she had a purpose. She was here to be dominated. And I was not doing that at all. I just wanted to feel her soft skin against mine and her sweet kisses on my lips and her tongue in my cunt. Master had allowed me to have her and I'd really enjoyed making love with her, but now I needed to concentrate on the task of getting her ready for him. I explained to Dianne that Master hadn't given me an exact time when he would be here and that he'd just told me to get her ready to be fucked. "I'm ready," she said and we both laughed. It suddenly occurred to me that I did need to discuss with her what she was about to experience, so I spent the next hour or so talking with Dianne. Of course we were both still naked and I gave her a few kisses now and then but I did try to concentrate on preparing the little bitch for what would happen when Master finally arrived. Actually I didn't really know what would happen... not exactly. I was sure Master would expect us to be waiting for him in an appropriate way and to demonstrate our respect. After that I was sure he would tell us what he wanted. I tried to tell Diane what was involved in submission in general terms. I said that when Master arrived we should both be on our knees at his feet. We would lick his boots to show our submission. We would await his instructions. Then I realised that this was for Dianne. I should not be using "we" as I would not be involved. So I apologised and said that Master would take her in hand and I would just watch. She looked puzzled, so I said, "I like to watch." Dianne smiled. "So do I," she replied. As it was already getting late I was certain it wouldn't be much longer before Master arrived. Sure enough I soon heard a noise at the door. I could tell that Master was deliberately being noisier than usual so I would know to be ready for him when he came up the hallway into the room where we were. Quickly I got Dianne in position. The first thing I wanted Master to see when he came into the room was two naked little sluts on their knees with their heads down waiting to greet him. I was sure the sight would make him feel that my suggestion he give Dianne a one-off basic training session was a good idea after all! I don't know what Dianne was thinking but I was very conscious of both of us kneeling there naked as I listened to Master's footsteps coming up the hallway towards us. After what seemed like a long wait but was probably only a few seconds two boots appeared within my very limited view. We both simultaneously began licking a boot. Just as well there aren't three of us, I thought! Eventually Master reached down and pulled Dianne off his boot by her hair. He told her to *stay* and came over to me. The next thing I knew I was being slapped and told to be a "good bitch" and my wrists were tied very firmly behind my back. I was rarely tied up as although Master admired Japanese rope bondage he always said it was so time consuming to do properly, and there were better things to do with a naked girl. But obviously bondage had it's uses and I soon felt very aware that I could no longer touch myself. Instead Master placed me in a position where I could see what was going on but was powerless to do anything except kneel there and watch. He instructed me to keep my knees spread, to be still and not to speak. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 10 While I looked on, Master placed his fingers inside Dianne's collar and pulled her onto her knees. She looked up at him and I could almost feel her trembling with fear and anticipation. Master asked if she knew what he was going to do to her. Of course she really had no idea but she nodded her head anyway. I'm sure she just meant that she was ready for whatever it was, even if she didn't know exactly what that might be. It was quite touching to see how Master dealt with the nervous little slut so firmly and yet gradually gained her trust. He began by teaching her D/s basics such as the various positions he wanted her to assume on command. This gave Dianne time to get used to Master's style while mainly being focused on what he was teaching her and without too many demands on her obedience. It was wonderful to watch her struggling to do as he instructed and overcome the natural hesitation that resulted from her total lack of experience. He gave her time to adjust to being told what to do by a man she'd never met before and although I was kneeling nearby Dianne never once looked to me for reassurance. Her focus was totally on the dominant man who had suddenly appeared before her. Even from my vantage point a short distance away I could see her gradually relaxing and coming to accept that Master was everything I had promised. I felt very proud that she was finally experiencing the reality I had described, as although we'd talked a lot about the desire she felt to be dominated, real life experience is very different. In the short time we'd been together today Dianne hadn't expressed any doubts or reservations about what she was about to experience, but it must have been difficult for her to be in a situation she'd never been in previously... One where she was naked and having to obey an unfamiliar man about whom she really knew very little. This was also the first opportunity I'd had to observe how Master trained a new slave. I was very impressed with the calm and systematic way he handled the nervous and totally unschooled girl who knelt before him. Rather than raising his voice and demanding her immediate submission he talked to Dianne in a way that I could see gained her trust and respect. After being understandably nervous at first she quickly began to relate to Master as someone who was considerate and patient even while he demanded her total obedience. It was fascinating to watch Master establish the delicate balance a dominant must maintain with his submissive (especially in the early stages) between having her wanting to obey and yet not making her too nervous to respond. While I had experienced exactly the same thing when I first met Master, at that time I was so consumed with my own emotional roller-coaster ride that I don't remember much about the details. I was far too preoccupied by a lot of fantasy nonsense going on in my head to be able to see what was actually happening so it was now very rewarding to be in a position where I was not directly involved. As an observer, Master's skills were apparent in a way I had not fully appreciated before. To that extent it was a wonderful experience for me. But when, as was inevitable, Master's involvement with Dianne began to go in a sexual direction my clear-headed ability to observe what he was doing began to dissolve. It was not that I resented her or envied her in any way as it was my own decision to invite Dianne here after all. Maybe females are simply conditioned to bristle when someone else is getting attention they feel (rightly or wrongly) should be theirs. The way I reacted took me by surprise because although I was aware how attractive Diane's young, slim and curvaceous body must be to Master I was quite certain he had no real interest in replacing me with such a naive young thing. Her body was definitely attractive as I had already experienced first hand, but I was not worried about that. Despite my understanding of what was happening on a rational level I was shocked when I began to feel the strange prickly feeling of sexual jealousy washing over me in waves as he began to stimulate her pert little nipples and stroke her pretty little cunt. It was especially strange to become aware of the gradual change in the way I was feeling as I had been so comfortable with the early stages of how Master related to Dianne, but as soon as I was aware she was getting wet for him (and I could tell) it made me feel all queasy. I was astonished by my own shallowness. What a stupid little slut I must be not to know my own mind or even to trust my Master when I knew he had always been reluctant to go in the direction that was now unfolding before me. I was both disgusted with myself and disturbed by the fickleness of my own feelings in equal part. Fortunately I managed to hold my tongue. I'm sure Master would have stopped immediately and given me a stern talking to if I'd become upset and over-emotional. He wanted me to enjoy this experience even if a part of me was suffering. I'd told him myself I wanted this experience, so it bothered me that my feelings were not quite as I'd expected. If only I could have masturbated I might have been able to calm myself down, but with my wrists tied behind my back I had to deal with the conflicting emotions that surged through my body without any such distraction. Then I became aware that despite my fears and the fact that I could not touch myself I was very, very aroused. My cunt was so wet and little orgasmic spasms rippled through me and it appeared I had absolutely no control over what I was feeling at all. If I was so scared and resentful why was I so turned on? Before I could fully digest all these complexities Master really began to put Dianne through her paces as the sex slave she had told me she'd always wanted to be. I knew that "wanting" and actually experiencing can be two very different things and I was impressed with the way Dianne seemed so willing to give herself totally to Master. It must be something to do with being young and relatively unscathed by emotional trauma, but whatever it was I was soon well past jealousy and simply full of admiration for the little slut. She did whatever Master ordered without the slightest hesitation. When he asked her to spread her legs she lay there and exposed herself as if it was the most natural thing for her. When he told her to pull her labia apart with her fingers and display her cunt to him she did that too and seemed very happy to present herself in such an obscene fashion. When he told her to suck his cock she became the most enthusiastic cocksucker I'd ever seen. I could not help but be impressed. As I watched Dianne my arousal was continuing to heighten as my perverted mind actually began to enjoy the conflicted feelings I did not know how to resolve. It turned out that it was precisely because my conflicts were unresolvable that my mind compensated by finding a way to enjoy my torment. I finally admitted to myself that I was very jealous of the way Master had such a passionate little slut submitting to him so completely, but at the same time I was enjoying the conflict within me. I wanted to be her and I wanted to be used. That I could not show him what an obedient slavegirl I needed to be was painful but I was playing my part according to our agreement and I was happy to suffer if that's what he wanted while he used some other bitch. I was going through surges of erotic torment which were only increased by being able to see everything in a way I would not have were I actually writhing under Master's domination as I so much wished to be. Because I could see every detail of how Dianne was responding to Master it was an even more powerful experience for me and I soon realised that I was actually enjoying the yearning and longing I felt while I watched the little cunt give herself to the man I loved. The conflict in my mind resolved itself by being overtaken by even stronger feelings. I became so transported out of myself that I found I was hoping Master would fuck the little bitch brutally so I could hear her scream with pleasure. I actually wanted to urge them on. I did not dare say anything, but I was thinking: Yes, give it to her. Show the little cunt what's it's like to be nothing but a sex toy...Harder! My feelings were beyond jealousy and I cared nothing about being excluded, I just wanted more... more intensity, I think. I don't really know what I wanted, but the more I saw Dianne being overwhelmed by Master's sexual onslaught the happier I felt. I was enjoying my torment immensely and my voyeuristic inclinations combined with a masochistic desire to suffer for Master. As I watched them together I tortured myself with all kinds of thoughts. My thinking ranged all over the place from wondering how Dianne was feeling as Master thrust his cock into her and pulled on her nipples, to enjoying mentally putting myself in her place, to thinking that instead of whoring myself for Master (which I so much wanted to do) it would be even better if I instead procured pretty young girls for him. I started to fantasise about bringing home a nice girl and undressing her in front of him, then licking her cunt so it was nice and wet before taking his hard cock in my hand and helping slide it into her, while all the time I told Master how much I loved him..... I had to snap myself out of this delirium as my imagination was getting so hyped up by my spiraling fantasy that it was distracting me from the scene of sexual submission that was unfolding right in front of me. I didn't want to miss anything! Master finally told Dianne to get on her knees so he could fuck her from behind and she positioned herself in such a way that she was looking directly at me. As Master thrust into her tight little cunt she grunted slightly but bore her use stoically and all the while gazed directly into my eyes. She didn't smirk or attempt to convey any kind of superior attitude as might be expected from a girl who was being fucked by the Master while his slave had to sit there and watch. Rather Dianne was on my side (if I can put it that way). Her look suggested that she almost wished it was me who Master was fucking and that it was she who had to kneel there and observe... Well, she did say she liked to watch. Maybe that was her preference, but somehow I got the impression that even while being doggy-fucked by Master she was looking at me with love and respect. It was as if she wanted me to know that no matter how totally she submitted to my Master she knew I belonged to him and that she would never have what I had. I'm not sure what she was really thinking, and my feelings most probably only reflected my own tormented and increasingly erotic thoughts. My thoughts were definitely highly charged, and allowing my submissive desires to dictate how I felt made me even more aroused. I reminded myself that Dianne was just a fuck slut and I was only a slave and neither of us had any choice about what happened to us. The awareness that we both wanted to be used in whatever way Master wished helped because that's what I came to understand the situation to be. No matter what Master did with some little slut, and no matter how much I liked her and wished I was her, the reality was that I was the owned slave. I was the one who had to accept that Master could do as he wished with some girl I had prepared for him and I belonged to him regardless. It didn't matter what I wanted as Master owned me and I would accept whatever he asked of me. I really wanted to suffer for him. I think that is the true lesson I took from that first experience. It was not the last time I arranged for other women to serve Master sexually. In fact I encouraged Master to repeat the experience many times and as I gradually came to better understand the conflicting emotions I experienced as a result, I decided that I was a voyeuristic little whore that enjoyed watching the man on whom I depended for everything with his cock up someone else. It made me fully appreciative of my place in a very special way. After Master had thoroughly fucked Dianne for a long time he eventually withdrew and spurted his juices all over her. She just lay there panting and looking a bit dazed as he told me to crawl over and lick off the cum he'd deposited on her body. I cleaned her up with my tongue as best I could with my wrists still tied behind my back. My licking seemed to rouse Dianne and after awhile she stroked my hair as I licked. I think we both felt very close at that moment. I smiled up at Master as I swallowed his cum and the pleased look on his face was all the reward I could have wished for. Dianne lay there, legs still spread and seemingly too exhausted to move. Briefly it was just Master and I looking at each other and I knew then that he was happy with the way everything had gone. I also knew I'd been right in thinking I'd enjoy having to watch and suffer for him. I was really pleased that I'd made Master proud. It had been a beautiful experience. I was not allowed to orgasm. Master did not give me that option and I didn't even beg him to allow it. I was on such a *high* that I hardly noticed that I had not had that kind of release. My body was so aroused it was almost as if I was experiencing one long very slow on-going orgasm anyway. All three of us ended up spending the night cuddled up in bed together. It was not a continuation of the earlier sex slave training for Dianne or of my earlier experience of erotic masochism. We all just needed a good rest. Master was well sated and he didn't fuck either of us. I remember fondly how Dianne and I kissed a lot and enjoyed feeling our naked bodies close together but we didn't try to initiate any further sexual activity. No one had seemed to feel the need to talk much as we were all emotionally drained and everyone soon drifted off to sleep. It was only as yet another orgasm rolled through my body that I realised I'd been rubbing my clit while laying there thinking about that long ago experience with Dianne. Despite already having had many orgasms today, and although I was so very tired, I had managed to bring myself off one more time. I was such an insatiable whore, but now I really did need to sleep! I felt so drained of energy that I thought I might drift off at any moment right where I was. I didn't want to fall asleep away from Chloe as I thought she might wake up during the night and wonder what had happened to me. So I forced myself out the comfortable, post-orgasmic, drowsy bliss I was in to go to the bedroom. I quietly opened the door. Chloe was clearly fast asleep and as I was still naked I simply crawled into bed and cuddled up next to her. I remember thinking that I loved my Master so much, and after that I must have fallen asleep almost straight away. My last memory was just the pleasurable sensation of feeling Chloe's warm body next to mine. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 11 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 11 == Chloe must have been drained by all the emotional and sexual intensity of the previous day, as she slept soundly right through the night. I also needed a good rest, and we both slept until mid-morning. I was the first to stir, and I gave myself the luxury of a few moments contemplating the new day and thinking over all that I'd talked about with Master on the phone the night before. Then I shimmied down in the bed so that I was between Chloe's legs and began my favourite morning activity of licking her pussy. I always enjoyed knowing that I had woken my dear friend with a nice buzz of arousal. It was so nice to lay there and lap at her cunt very gently, like a kitten with a bowl of cream. After a few minutes of my licking Chloe began to move her legs languidly, and with semi-wakefulness her pussy got wetter and wetter. Soon she was sopping wet and her hand was on my head pushing me down very firmly as she chanted something that sounded like "cunt --- whore --- bitch --- slut" over and over. It was a hard to hear exactly what it was she was saying as my ears were between her thighs and I was rather preoccupied with my duties, but I knew from past experience that Chloe liked to call me nasty names while I licked her. She was not abusing me, it was just her way of encouraging me to lick faster or to thrust my tongue into her more deeply since she was well aware that being talked to like that (at least by her and in this situation) made me very hot. I licked away diligently until she shuddered into her first orgasm of the day. I felt very happy that all my efforts had resulted in Chloe waking up to a nice orgasm. What are friends for? I would have been willing to keep licking her sweet pussy all day, but after that first orgasm Chloe reached down and pulled me up into her arms. She kissed me and licked some of her juices off my face, after which we spent a few minutes laying together without speaking before getting out of bed. When we had the opportunity to sleep together we usually followed our morning routine which always ended up with us showering together. I washed and dried my friend, and then waited naked on my knees in her bedroom until Chloe came in to tell me what I should wear (if anything). When she came back to the bedroom my friend said I could pick a dress from her wardrobe. Since we were a similar size we often wore each others clothes. I knew better than to ask for underwear since I knew she preferred that I not wear any. Consequently, once I found a dress that suited me I was dressed almost immediately. Then Chloe brushed my long hair and I did the same for her. It was already too late for breakfast and yet still too early for lunch, so my friend said the only choice was brunch. We went out to her car and were soon driving down the highway towards the coast where I expected we would end up at one of Chloe's favourite cafes on the beach. There were several places like that down this way, and it was once again a beautiful sunny day. I was looking forward to getting there, but although I was quite hungry it was nice to cruise along as we both adjusted to the start of a new day. Yesterday already seemed so long ago, but I could tell that Chloe was in a rather thoughtful mood so probably her mind was occupied by what had happened with Carlos, Bryan and possibly even with me (although I rather doubted I was the main focus of her thoughts). Anyway, she said little to me about whatever it was she was going over in her mind. I had noted that instead of calling up some of her friends to join us at the cafe as she usually would have done, today she seemed to prefer a little solitude. I could be ignored if that was her wish, but friends would require much more of her attention. This definitely suggested she was not in the mood for the role of the chatty social creature she sometimes liked to adopt. Predictably she chose a place that while busy and full of people, had an outdoor section with small tables under beach umbrellas where we could sit quietly and enjoy our coffee without having to interact with anyone else. She chose the table of course, and I sat there just enjoying the morning sun. I didn't want to say much if Chloe was not in the mood for chatter. She would tell me if there was anything she wanted me to know. I was content just to sit with my dear friend and watch the comings and goings of the cafe's customers, and I could see the ocean from where we were seated just over Chloe's shoulder. So enjoying a languid late morning meal in such an environment did not require continual conversation. After a few minutes an attractive waitress in a pretty skirt came out to take our order. I already knew that *our* order was whatever Chloe decided I would have, but I didn't mind. Master always ordered for me as well. I was used to eating whatever was selected for me as I was not a fussy eater. Once the waitress had gone off with our order, and there was no one close enough to hear us, my friend addressed me as her "little slut" and smiled warmly at me. I was pleased to see she was still her usual self even if she was in a rather reflective mood. I was just a little concerned that my beloved friend might be feeling upset but apart from not wanting company, she was otherwise in good spirits under the circumstances. I knew Chloe was made of sterner stuff than to go to pieces because of a few setbacks, but I was still happy to see her smile at me when she called me her slut. I loved her so much! My friend spent the few minutes before our meal came in doing her nails. I no longer wore any makeup except lipstick (unless otherwise instructed) so I just sat there gazing around. I always enjoy sitting in a restaurant or cafe and watching the other people. It's just an expression of my voyeuristic nature, I guess. Chloe and I used to play a game when we first became friends in our late teens. We'd sit at the corner table in some cafe so we could talk easily without being overheard, and we would make up stories about what we imagined to be the *secret* lives of the people sitting around us. This involved inventing all kinds of lurid details about their imaginary involvement in kinky sex or whatever. We especially liked larger groups of people so could assign roles to different members of the group. For example, one would be the dominant, and others would have various depraved ways of relating to the other members of the group. Then we would invent complicated stories about them as they chatted to each other over their coffee oblivious to the depraved thoughts and desires we were attributing to them. We enjoyed this game immensely, but I suppose it was rather childish. It was just as well the people concerned had no idea of the awful things we were making up about them. Soon our brunch and coffee arrived. I was very hungry, but had to wait until Chloe gave me permission to start eating. Even that minute or two had my stomach growling in anticipation once I could smell the food. We ate without saying much but that was ok. Just after we'd finished and before we could order some more coffee, who should arrive but Bryan! After her encounter with him yesterday I could see from the look on Chloe's face that Bryan was the last person on earth she wanted to see. Any chance of relaxing vanished instantly, and my friend hurriedly flagged down a waitress, and gave her enough to cover what we'd ordered so we didn't have to wait for the bill. We left as quickly as possible, before Bryan had even noticed we were there. Fortunately we'd been sitting outside, so we were able to leave directly from there without having to walk back through the cafe. As we drove home it was apparent that Bryan's sudden appearance had shaken Chloe and spoiled the relaxed mood that we'd been enjoying so much. I'm sure that such a sudden and unexpected reminder of what had happened between them only the day before was the last thing my friend needed right now. She hardly said a word all the way home. When we arrived at her house, she told me to take off the dress I was wearing, then she instructed me that I would spend the afternoon working in the back garden. The backyard of her house is not visible from the street due to a wall around it and there are no high rise buildings nearby, so I can easily walk around out there naked without attracting attention. It was a lovely sunny day, but not too hot, so I was happy to do some gardening and give Chloe some time to herself. My friend clearly did not want to be disturbed for awhile, as after giving me my instructions she went back into the house without saying anything. After a short time she came back out and put a dish of water in a shady spot just outside the back door. Chloe told me I was to lap up some water from the dish like a dog if I got thirsty, but I was not to come into the house. She said she would come out and get me later. "Like a dog!" Did she know that I sometimes indulged myself with a fantasy of being treated like a dog? I don't mean that I really wanted to be a dog, but rather that I wanted to be treated in some way as non-human -- as though my feelings didn't matter. Or to be more precise I wanted to be treated as though my feelings (which of course I could never entirely suppress) could be disregarded. I liked the idea of having someone more powerful dominate me to the extent that I would be *forced* to act in a way that went against my natural instincts. So be treated like an animal in the sense that I could just be put out in the back garden with a bowl of water and left like that without any discussion whatsoever was very appealing to me. The whole idea that my feelings were not relevant made me really *hot* and excited me intensely. I liked the feeling of powerlessness even though I was not really being forced to do something I did not want. The excitement I felt seemed to be related to the idea that I was being treated as something with no rights and therefore no choice... Sometimes I thought about being told to whore myself, at other times I had to serve my Owner in humiliating ways or even be treated like an animal... All these ideas seemed to trigger a similar reaction in me. And Chloe's off-hand comment about me lapping up water from a dish "like a dog" had exactly that effect. What took me by surprise was that the idea of being treated like a dog had been on my mind quite a lot lately but I hadn't said anything about that to Chloe. It was not that I was shy about telling her about any of my perverted ideas if the time was right, but she had not been much in the mood for conversation lately so I'd kept my thoughts to myself. Of course Chloe knew all about my fantasy life including my thoughts about being made to whore myself or humiliate myself in other ways. We had talked about all those things years ago. But I wondered if her comment was pure serendipity or whether it meant that she somehow knew what had been going on in my head. Of course, my thoughts were in turmoil but that was not exactly an unusual state of affairs. I tend to think a lot, perhaps too much? Even though Chloe knew a lot about my fantasy life I wondered how she could have been aware it was precisely THAT specific fantasy which had been intruding into my thoughts lately. Eventually I decided that she just wanted to put me in my place for awhile so she could have some time to herself. I went off into the garden and left Chloe to ponder whatever it was she needed to think over. It's really so nice to be naked outside on a warm, sunny day. I found that several hours passed without me really noticing, as even though I didn't know the time I could see that the shadows had moved in the garden. I did get down on my knees and lap up some water from the bowl a few times. It was not unusual for me to eat or drink out of a bowl while naked and on my hands and knees. Master made me do so quite often, and over the years it had become something to which I'd become accustomed. More than that, it was now something that I quite enjoyed. One time, as I was on my knees having a drink, it occurred to me that eating and drinking out of a bowl on the floor while naked made me feel submissive in a way that was very special. The thought made my body shiver. It was kind of like suddenly feeling cold, but I was actually hot after working all afternoon in the sun. I think it was a shiver of pure pleasure. Before I could get even further lost in my thoughts, Chloe came out to get me. Seeing the dreamy look on my face, she knew immediately that I was in some kind of reverie about one of my many fetishes. "Get on your back and spread your legs, cunt," she told me. While I lay there and looked up at my friend, she told me stroke to myself until I was about to orgasm, and then to beg her for permission to cum. Before long I was a writhing and moaning thing at her feet. I began to beg to be allowed to cum, and when permission was granted it seemed that a wave of ecstasy surged through my body like a wave crashes over a submerged reef. As I came back to consciousness I gazed up to see a strange expression on Chloe's face. It was a mixture of love and desire with a touch of arrogance. My friend was obviously impressed and at the same time moved by how subservient I was to her. I almost orgasmed again, just from seeing that look, but it passed almost immediately. Instead, I got up onto my hands and knees and crawled to her and licked her bare feet. Then I said, "Thank you for allowing this slut to cum for you, Mistress." Chloe reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulling my face close to hers she almost snarled, "I know you loved it, cunt." Then she ordered me to go and shower as dinner was almost ready. I'd forgotten all about the time, and suddenly I began to feel very hungry as I had not eaten anything since our late morning brunch. I quickly did as I was told, then reported back to Chloe who was in the kitchen preparing something that smelt delicious. Since she had not mentioned dressing, I was still naked after my shower. Chloe stopped stirring the pot she had on the stove and pulled me close to her. She leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss then said, "Too bad I'm cooking or I'd rape you on the spot!" Instead she slapped me in the face (not very hard) and said, "Get the table set for dinner. It's almost ready." I began doing as instructed, and I thought how Chloe's mood seemed to have greatly improved during the course of the afternoon. I scurried around the kitchen getting bowls and cutlery organised. I also opened a bottle of red wine and put out some glasses. By then my friend was taking the pot off the stove and I quickly put a mat on the table so she could place it there and ladle what appeared to be a nice thick vegetable soup into two bowls. Chloe smiled at me and gave me permission to sit at the table. She knows I'm used to being given instructions about even such small details, and that I like to be told what to do. Since there were just the two of us, we could do as we wished without having to bother with what anyone else might think. In that way a kiss followed by a slap is just as loving a gesture to me as a box of chocolates and a bunch of flowers might be to another woman. We looked at each other across the table. It was still warm after a sunny day, and I was comfortable sitting there naked. Chloe said that it was so nice to have me around as we hadn't had much chance to be together for a long time. I felt very content. After our light but delicious dinner, we took the rest of the wine to an area looking out over the garden where we could sit comfortably. The evening was warm and still and I was still naked while Chloe was wearing only a t-shirt and shorts. We sat close to each other and my friend poured some more wine into my glass. Finally, Chloe started to talk about how she was feeling. She told me she was glad I was here at this time because it felt good to have someone around who understood her even if we didn't discuss things much. In fact it was better, she claimed, that she could spend time with a friend like me who accepted her unreservedly and she really appreciated that I went along with whatever she wanted without needing to talk about everything because she was still sorting a lot of things out in her mind. I knew Chloe had been upset about recent events, but from what she told me it seemed that my impression she was also questioning her future direction had been correct. "I'm tired of being a big fish in a small pond," my friend said. "And I don't know if I have the energy to take on the big names at a national or international level, which would be the logical next step." I could see that my friend was not only shaken but was also feeling an uncharacteristic lack of confidence about her future. I decided that this was the right moment to remind Chloe that I had a proposal to put to her. Although I'd told my friend that I'd wait until she asked to hear about my proposal I thought that just reminding her of what I'd said would not be disrespectful of Master's instructions. At first Chloe looked at me blanky and seemed not to know what I was talking about. Then she said, "Oh I know what you mean! I'd forgotten all about that as I've just had so much going on recently. And you're quite a distraction as well." Chloe kissed me softly and gave me a look that suggested she felt guilty for being so consumed with her own affairs that she'd forgotten that I'd asked to discuss something with her. I think she was teasing me as I doubt she really felt guilty, but I took the opportunity to ask if I could tell her about my proposal. "Of course," Chloe replied, "Let's hear this big proposal you came to tell me about. I'm sure it must be something very important." It was obvious she had no idea what I wanted to suggest to her. Chloe was always consumed with her own very busy life and probably didn't think a mere slavegirl like me could have anything to put to her that would be of great consequence. Her tone indicated that she was indulging me by taking a moment from her own serious concerns to listen to some minor matter I was thinking about. It suddenly seemed strange looking at this beautiful creature with her busy life where she mixed with plenty of sophisticated and creative people to suddenly suggest to her that she become a slave. But more than ever I could see that this life she had constructed for herself was a mere facade and that Chloe was actually very much like me. She had the same yearnings and the same need to give everything to something (or someone) larger than herself. She was a complex woman just like me in many ways despite our differences. I briefly wondered if I was doing the right thing, but after a moment's reflection I felt that Chloe was as ready as she ever would be to hear my proposal even if she had no idea what I was about to say. At first I didn't know where to start. How do you suggest to someone that they give up everything they've worked for all their life and become a slave? But Chloe already knew what such a decision involved as she had seen what I'd gone through when I met Master and I was confident she would fully appreciate the seriousness of my proposal. So the only way was to tell her very directly what I had in mind. "I want you to take my place as Master's slave," I blurted out. My friend looked quite shocked. It was rare to see Chloe look shocked about anything as she was quite a perverted little bitch under the cool and fashionable image she projected so well, and no matter what outrageous idea I might suggest she would usually just laugh. I knew she was not shocked about the concept of being a slave. It was something else. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 11 She realised immediately that my proposal was a very serious matter and that I would not say such a thing unless I meant it. And she also knew that my proposal required a major decision on her part. Taken together this was enough to really get Chloe's attention, but the mere thought of slavery was not a shock to her at all. I was sure she would be most concerned about why I'd want her to take my place rather than the actual idea of her becoming a slave. But I could tell by her expression that she was conflicted. Actually, there were two issues that concerned her. Instead of trying to repeat all of our long and meandering conversation that night, I will just try to convey the gist of what it was about. First, Chloe told me that she did not want to usurp my position as Master's slave. She knew how happy I was in my slavery and under Master's control, and no matter what she'd have liked for herself I knew she would never seek to achieve her own desires at my expense. It may seem strange that while Chloe would not hesitate to humiliate and degrade me and treat me in what might seem to anyone who did not know us in a very brutal way she was very protective of me. My friend actually cared for me deeply and knew that it was alright with me for her to abuse me, but if anyone so much as looked at me the wrong way without her specific permission she would turn on them so fiercely they would back off muttering apologies and wondering how such a demure looking young woman could suddenly have become such a fury. Although of course Chloe's fears were unfounded I let her talk through her feelings without interruption, at first. Secondly, she felt that as she had no experience of a D/s relationship she did not want to enter into a situation which might not work out. She knew my Master had high expectations and standards. And even though she also knew he was very patient and understanding, Chloe would not want to disappoint someone she respected so much. In a way it was her own demanding standards that she was imposing on herself. She has always been like that and was often her own harshest critic. Although she did not say so I felt that she was concerned that any failure on her part would destroy a dream she had nurtured in the back of her mind as long as I'd known her (and probably all her life). Finally, Chloe did not want to commit to something that she knew would be a major turning point in her life until she was ready to give up everything else without regret. I was very well aware it was a huge decision to ask of her, having gone through all that inner turmoil myself. In my case I was happy to walk away from my former life and to choose instead a lifestyle I had always wanted, even though it involved turning away from so many things I'd previously taken for granted with no prospect of ever going back. It's quite daunting to take such a step and doing so requires an absolute conviction that you are doing the right thing. I understood perfectly all that was weighing on Chloe as well as the very real fear she had that if it didn't work out she would end up very disappointed and alone. As I listened to my dear friend pour out all her fears and reservations I kept my comments to a minimum. I know that Chloe can't easily be talked into something she does not want to do, and that it was better to allow her to express her thoughts and feelings until she had reached a point where the issues she had to deal with were clear in her own mind. At least I was finally able to talk with Chloe about some matters which I had been wanting to discuss with her for what seemed like forever. Once Chloe had talked herself out, she turned to me and asked what I thought. I told her that she would not be upsetting my position because even if she replaced me as Master's slave I would not be leaving his household. I would still be there in a different role. My new role would allow me to live out my dream of an extreme form of submission that I really yearned to explore, but doing so would leave Master without a slave girl to be part of his life in the way I had been up until now. I told Chloe that without her help I would be unable to experience the deepening of my slavey that I so much desired. I tried to explain to Chloe that the new role I was seeking depended very much on someone taking my place as Master's slave, and that there was no one who would be better able to do this than her. In fact, I told her, as my best friend she knew me better than anyone so it would be a great comfort to me if the one who completed my degradation was none other than my dearest friend who I loved so much. I was not sure if she could understand the complexities and contradictions involved in what I was trying to describe. It was hard to describe exactly what new role I wanted, as I did not completely understand it myself. But I told my friend that at present while I felt much loved as my Master's little pet I also felt that I was too priviledged and pampered. If I was no longer in such a role I hoped he would treat me more harshly as I wished to be nothing but a slave. I told my friend that since she knew all about my desire to be degraded and humiliated I felt sure she would understand why I felt there was a deeper level of slavery for me to explore. Chloe was now looking at me in a way that told me she was beginning to comprehend what I was asking of her. Her eyes were clear and focused and she no longer looked as if she might cry. I knew that once she got past her own emotions and her very real concerns and could see that she would actually be with me and able to help give me what I needed, a whole different range of possibilities was opening up in her mind. I felt not only love but desire from her and for the first time I realised that she was seriously considering my proposal. In order to seize this moment I gradually slid down from where I was sitting next to her and got on my knees. I begged Chloe to help my Master dominate me and take away even the few rights I still had. This time it was I who was crying and my tears fell on her feet as I kissed them while I pleaded and grovelled. Finally, Chloe reached down and pulled me back up to my knees. She didn't say anything at first and I could see she was still wrestling with her conflicting emotions. The way she was looking at me also told me that she had mentally turned a corner. While I was sure some issues remained unresolved for her, I began to feel that I'd planted a seed. She wanted what I had but didn't want to hurt me, she wanted to be with me but was still scared of walking away from her old life, and she wanted to be in a position where even as a slave she would be above me but was unsure how that might work out. Without my friend having to tell me I knew all these mixed thoughts were swirling around in her mind. Then Chloe smiled and said: "You're such a temptation for a nice girl like me!" At that moment I knew for sure that while there was a long way to go Chloe was beginning to take my proposal seriously. I would have to leave the final decision to her. There was no other way, and that was what Master had told me he wanted. But my heart was singing. I had never felt so close to my friend and even the possibility that we might serve Master together made me giddy with happiness. I suppose I must have been grinning like an idiot because suddenly Chloe slapped me in the face. I looked up at her from where I was still kneeling naked. But there was no anger in the way she was looking at me. She just wanted to bring me back down to earth, and the look she had was one that sent shivers down my spine. I knew she wanted me and loved me. I knew she was considering giving up everything to be with me. And I knew the bond between us was stronger than ever, no matter what happened. I said, "This cunt loves you so much, Mistress." Chloe laughed, but I knew she was not laughing at me. In fact she was very happy that after many years of limited contact we were once again close... closer than ever. My friend patted the bench she was sitting on and indicated I should once again sit next to her. When I had done so she tapped my inner thigh with her fingers and I understood this meant I should spread my legs. Then looking at me very intently Chloe pushed two fingers into my cunt. They slid in easily as I was sopping wet. Until that moment I had not even realised that my body was responding so directly to what I'd been feeling. But she knew! My friend slid her fingers back out and held them up for me to see. They were coated with my juices and I could smell my musk. Chloe put her fingers on my lips and I began to lick them, and then she pushed one finger into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily. As I did so she looked into my eyes very directly and told me, "Nothing in this world can ever keep us apart, you little slut." I sucked harder and savoured the taste of my pussy as I looked into Chloe's eyes with love. There was no need to plead with my friend anymore. It was now up to her to make her decision and I would accept it, whatever it was. We never negotiated with each other and there had always been an understanding that total acceptance was the basis of our relationship. I felt it would be so for ever and ever. We talked for a long time after that, but instead of trying to persuade Chloe in any way I just explained what I thought in response to my friend's remaining questions. I talked with her about her doubts that she could be a slave. I had always known that she wanted to explore her submissive desires, but despite her outward self-confidence and assurance my friend was actually not as sure of herself as she appeared. I don't mean that she lacked courage or determination. Quite the contrary. She was brave, and had many times done things that I would have found too difficult like going off to Europe alone to study for several years without knowing anyone. What I mean is that at heart she was inclined to defer to others and do what she felt was expected, rather than have the drive to achieve what she wanted at someone else's expense. This was simply a function of her submissive nature, but I tried to tell her that it was this tendency that had left her feeling her dreams were still unrealized and her chances of changing that were slipping away. I also said that I felt that the best way I could reassure her about being able to be a slave was to say it was not really up to her. Master would take her in hand and train her, as he had me. If she was able to surrender herself completely that was all Master required. I told my friend that I was totally confident Master could train her to meet his standards as I had learned so much from him and she would do the same. All that was required was a willingness to serve and obey, and I knew she was capable of that if she decided that slavery was what she wanted. I told Chloe how, when I first came to Master, he told me to bring nothing but myself as he would provide everything I needed. I arranged to arrive at a specific time, and I wore only a dress which I removed at his door. Then I knelt naked and head down waiting for him to find me. Within a short time of when I'd said I'd arrive, he'd come to the door and dragged me inside by my hair. I was so happy I spent the next several minutes kissing his boots and crying with joy. I told Chloe I hoped she would soon experience what I had as this was one of the most beautiful moments of my life and she deserved the same. I really tried to emphasise to my dear friend that I hoped she would accept my proposal, as no one else would ever be able to treat me with just the right combination of love and brutality that she could. I told Chloe that her intimate understanding of me, and the way she cared for me, would be a tremendous asset to my Master and I added that I would so much enjoy suffering at her hands under his guidance. I'm afraid that at the end I got very emotional and began begging her to just treat me like the little cunt I was. But my friend could see I was getting a bit carried away and she took me in her arms and just held me and stroked my hair until I had calmed down. Soon I was purring like a kitten and kissing Chloe on the neck and telling her how happy I was. I didn't dare say that I was happy she would seriously consider my proposal as that might imply I expected her to agree, but I think she knew how I felt. By this time it was quite late and it had been a long, intense and emotional conversation. I think we were both emotionally drained, over-excited, aroused, scared and very, very much in love. I told Chloe that I needed to phone my Master. This time it was going to be just a quick call as I was already very tired. When I phoned Master he said it would be alright to give him a more detailed report the next day and that I should go to bed and try to get some sleep. He knows very well what an emotional creature I am and how worked up I can get and how emotionally draining all that can be. When I put the phone down, I found Chloe had gone off to take a shower. I knelt by the bed still naked to wait for her, and while there I thought of all we'd discussed. Tonight we had talked of so many things, but I still didn't really know if Chloe would agree to my proposal. When she came back she was also naked. Instead of getting in first and patting the bed beside her as was her custom, Chloe took my hand and we both got into bed at the same time. As a consequence, I was very aware that something was different. I didn't understand exactly what this meant, but in another departure from our normal routine Chloe didn't allow me to lick her to orgasm until she fell asleep. She told me to sit opposite her on the bed with my legs spread. Then she took up a similar position facing me. "I want you to masturbate yourself while you look into my eyes," she said. "I'll do the same, and we can both see how much love there is between us." I looked puzzled, so she added: "Just do as you're told, you fucking whore!" That was all the encouragement I needed! It turned out to be a beautiful experience as it was a very special thing to look into each other's eyes as we both orgasmed. No words were needed to express our feelings as the moans and cries we shared said all there was to say. I was almost delirious with pleasure and arousal after we had both shuddered and spasmed several times. There's something wonderful about watching someone you love orgasm for you. I have often given my Master that pleasure, but to do it like this with Chloe while both of us were able to watch each other was truly amazing. By the time we had both cum more times than I could count, we were practically unable to speak. Without a word we collapsed into each other's arms. I recall thinking that this was a beautiful way to end a very emotional day. I had just enough mental energy remaining to think that although Chloe had not made a final decision she had come a long way tonight towards understanding what I needed and wanted from her. That was all I could have wished for, and with a smile on my face I snuggled closer to my dear friend and almost immediately drifted off to sleep. I was blissfully happy. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 12 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 12 == When I woke in the morning Chloe still had her arms around me. It seemed that we were both so emotionally and physically drained that we had slept the whole night through without moving around at all and we were still in the same position in which we went to sleep. I didn't want to disturb my friend, so I lay still, enjoying the softness and warmth of her naked body against mine. I tried to remember all the things we had talked about last night. As I thought it over I had more and more confidence that my friend was willing to seriously consider joining me in slavery under my Master's control. I felt so much love for her. While I lay there my mind was just drifting and after some time I recalled how it had been for me after I first met Master in person. That first meeting had been a wonderful experience, and by the end of that first few days we'd spent together I knew that I wanted to be with him permanently as soon as that could be arranged. At subsequent meetings, and in our ongoing correspondence and phone conversations, we discussed every aspect of what we both needed and expected. For example, I've used the word *slave* here but of course I don't mean slave in the sense of someone who is forced to be in a situation where they are brutally exploited against their will. Nothing was done to me against my will. Sir knew very well what I wanted and also what still scared me. He knew all about my desires, fears, fantasies, experiences, disappointments, dreams, fetishes, phobias, and all the rest. It's absolutely essential that a dominant know his submissive deeply and intimately if he's going to make all decisions for her. I knew Master would only make decisions that were in my own best interests, even if I did not agree. The reason I use the term *slave* is that I had voluntarily given Master the authority to do whatever he wanted to me or with me. We discussed at length if there should be any limits on his authority but I insisted that I wanted there to be none. I had no fear he would misuse his power to hurt me or injure me or otherwise do me any real harm. I was prepared to accept some pain, suffering and discomfort if he wished, but Master knew I was not really a pain slut and that my desires were much more in the direction of servitude, degradation and humiliation. In other words it's very much the psychological stuff that gets me hot, not being beaten or tortured. In order to submit completely to my Master, as I agreed to do, I had to have total and absolute confidence in him and I do and always will have that. He has earned it, and has never done anything to make me doubt his total commitment to looking after me and training me to be exactly as both he and I desired. I could not accept a life of slavery unless I had a very deep trust in my Owner that was absolutely unshakable. I knew that this was one important issue over which Chloe still struggled. The many discussions I had with Master concluded with the decision that I would accept a place in his life as defined by our mutual agreement. On that basis my place would be as his slave. And that meant I would belong to him literally, I would accept whatever decisions he made for me regardless, and I would obey him absolutely. I could discuss anything with Master (with his agreement) and I retained my own life to the extent that I was (initially) still able to work, still meet my friends for coffee, still read what I wished, and in many other ways my life was not that different to anyone else. The main difference was that I always considered myself to be under my Master's control. I could do things I knew he was happy for me to do without prior arrangement, but at any time and for any reason he could instruct me to do otherwise and I would accept that he had the right to do so. The things I was allowed to do without discussion were mostly very mundane things like going to work, having some time to myself to read, access the internet or telephone, and so on. But all of these activities were conducted within a set routine. For example, in the early days, when I was still working, Master knew when I had to leave for work and he knew when I was expected home. When I walked in the door after work each day at the same time I knew I was to strip naked immediately and to crawl to his feet and report to him. I was not allowed to vary this routine without permission. If I wanted to do anything out of my usual routine I had to ask him in advance. Also no matter what I was doing I would always put Master's needs and desires first. If I was reading or spending time on anything else for my own pleasure and Master wanted my attention I would immediately drop what I was doing and attend to him. If I wanted to meet a friend for coffee after work I had to arrange that before hand with Master, and if he told me that he wanted me to come straight home instead my plans just had to be changed. I enjoyed having a routine and I never felt that what he asked of me was unreasonable, so if my plans had to be changed to accommodate him I knew where my priorities lay. I was owned and I did as I was told. I could talk to Master about my feelings and desires at the appropriate time as we had a routine time each day when I could do so, but if after I'd talked to him and he did not agree I would obey him regardless. Ultimately he had the final say regardless of whether I was happy with his decision or not. I was to act according to his instructions without question once he had made a final decision. I trusted that his decision was best even if I could not understand why at the time. At first I did sometimes wonder why Master would not agree to some request or other and occasionally I felt it was unfair of him not to do so, but I always came to see that he had a reason for his decision and usually it was for the best. So after awhile I learned to accept that Master's decisions were as good as and often better than my own, and I was happy and secure in my servitude. This was exactly the kind of life I had always wanted as long as I could remember. I had not forgotten how hard a struggle I'd had to find someone with the integrity, intelligence and determination to take control of me. I never ever took Master's presence in my life for granted as so often happens in *normal* relationships. When I say that I had always dreamed of a life of slavery that might sound strange to you, but for as long as I can remember I had always yearned to be under the control of a strong but safe pair of hands even as a little girl. I did not know the term slavery when I was too young to understand such things, but I know had fantasies about being restrained, dominated and controlled by someone who had absolute power over me. I think that the word slavery captures the essence of what was in my dreams once the element of forced exploitation is removed. It also had nothing to do with sex as when I first began to have these thoughts I didn't really understand what sex was at all. My dreams of being controlled and having to serve some powerful figure have always seemed to be an integral part of my personality, but I can't really say where such ideas came from. I was certainly too young when I first had such thoughts to have been influenced by books or movies or any other outside source. At that age my only reading was picture books and I don't think I'd ever seen a movie where the heroine was tied up or anything like that. I really doubt that I would have understood such images or concepts even if I had. My dreams of submission (as I much later found out it was called) were something that has always been within me. It took me many years before I could begin to really come to terms with my desires or even partly understood how they might become a reality. I think it's just an innate part of who I am. My friend Chloe told me that she too had always had such desires. Like most teenage girls we used to spend hours talking about our dreams and fantasies. The big difference for us was that unlike most girls our age who dreamed of meeting a handsome doctor who would sweep them off their feet, Chloe and I always wanted to be under the control of a powerful man who would treat us in just the way we needed. The harsher and more extreme the control that was imposed on us the more exciting we found the idea to be, so it was not something that was done to us entirely against our will. We actually yearned to find ourselves in such a situation and would get aroused at the very idea. We were acutely aware that our dreams were not conventional ones like those other girls we knew had in their heads, and this was a major factor in us becoming best friends and why we were so close. No one else we knew would have understood the desires we already realised were generally regarded as bizarre at the very least and as depraved at worst. So I had long known that my friend and I shared dreams and desires that we could only fully discuss with each other. Once I'd found that person I had always dreamed of in the form of my Master, it was not the way these things are presented in BDSM novels (like "Story of O" and such) where my life was one long period of sexual abuse. I was not put in a dungeon and made to serve an unending succession of men I did not even know. It was nothing like that. Well, maybe there were occasional times which were a little like that! But Master didn't have a dungeon or a remote and forbidding chateau. My dreams were never full of such romantic nonsense anyway. I was quite realistic in how I thought I wanted to live even if some of the details were rather unconventional to say the least. Overall I would say that currently my life is not that strange if you ignore the obvious signs of my slavery. There are always the unavoidable routine tasks which have to be done in any household such as shopping, cooking, cleaning and so on... but even these very ordinary tasks were for me infused with an erotic tinge. For example, at home I was not usually permitted to wear any clothing. Just a slave collar. So even cleaning the house was a more interesting experience as a consequence. When outside the house I dressed fairly normally except I was not allowed to wear underwear (except panties when I had my period). I didn't usually wear a collar in public either but I had a range of other collars that were not recognisable as such to most people. I always wore something around my neck but so do many women whether it's a silk choker, or a necklace or some other kind of jewellery. As long as I wore something to remind me of my status as Master's possession it did not matter to him exactly what it was or if it was recognisable as a collar to others. By the time I finally was able to live permanently with Master I had been given permission to address him that way instead of the term Sir I had used at first. I did so even when others were present as it was important to me as a symbol of the special nature of our relationship. Similarly, I remained naked at home even in the presence of others unless instructed by Master to wear something. We rarely had visits from people who did not understand my position, so this was not generally an issue. The major development for me during the several years I have been with Master has been the gradual deepening and strengthening of my servitude. At first it was all new to me and there were still a lot of things I found difficult or scary. One reason I was kept naked most of the time while at home was to reinforce my awareness of my position and to develop an acceptance of my place. I was quite comfortable naked around Master, but at first if someone else visited I would want to run away to another part of the house and hide. When I acted like that Master's response was to make me expose myself even more. I would have to kneel naked by his chair while he was talking with one of his associates. Sometimes at a dinner party I would have to eat out of a bowl at his feet, while Master and his guests ate their meal at the table above me. I actually quite liked this because occasionally Master hand fed me a choice morsel from his plate and allowed me to lick his fingers clean. I don't think there is a more erotic way to eat. Apart from my collar I was naked at any such gatherings. I might also end up as the after dinner entertainment. Many times I had to lay on my back and masturbate to multiple orgasms for the amusement of Master's guests. They would try to predict how long it would take me to cum. When they left at the end of the evening I would be at my Master's feet while he stood at the door seeing them out. Some people would bend down and pat me on the head as if I was just a pet. Such were the routines of my slave existence. Mostly I was kept to provide pleasure, care and amusement for my Master. We had many rituals for specific situations or certain times of the day. For example, when Master announced it was time for sleep I would kneel by the side of his bed. I waited, kneeling, until Master gave me permission to join him in bed. Of course I was always available for his sexual use at any time. I woke him each morning by licking his cock to erection and then sucking him until he ejaculated in my mouth. I always swallowed unless instructed otherwise. "Thank you, Master, for owning me," were aways my first words of the day. I found my slave life to be very happy and contented, but gradually I wanted more. It was not that I lacked for anything, or felt my dreams had not been realised. I was actually over the moon that I was so fortunate to have Master to control me and protect me. Still, I didn't want my life to become too routine and predictable. Even though Master often made unexpected announcements and decisions which took me by surprise, I was more or less aware of what to expect. Most people would think of my life as exotic but there is a certain predictability in any situation after some time -- even in the life of a slave. After I had been in Master's service for several years I began talking with him about how I might deepen and intensify my slavery. I asked him if there were any ways I could demonstrate my commitment to being his to an even greater degree than was already the case. He understood my feelings so it was always a very positive discussion. Master told me that he was very happy with the way I had so far conducted myself as his slave and that he did not want to push me further than I was ready to go. There were, however, some things he wanted that I had so far been unable to do for him. I was already pierced (both nipples and my clit hood) and I had two small tattoos (very tasteful and much loved by me). One read "Property of XXX" [with Master's initials] and the other said "Slave Cunt". They were placed so they were not visible if I wore clothing. But Master and I had been discussing whether I should also carry his brand. It was not only my reluctance (due to the extreme pain I would necessarily have to suffer) but Master was also concerned about the health issues involved. He did not want to permanently damage his property. Another issue that I had been thinking about a lot was whoring myself. No, I don't mean that I was considering becoming a prostitute. That career path had no attraction for me whatsoever. It was an idea that had been in my mind since I was a teenager. Chloe and I had talked about it at length at various times and ever since I could remember it had always been one of my strongest fantasies to be *forced* to whore myself. I even told Master about this fantasy very soon after we first met on-line, and we had discussed it (and all my many other fantasies) on and off over the years. But recently I had been thinking about whoring myself more and more. It's important that in my fantasy whoring myself is not a choice that I have made. The power of the fantasy is very much to do with being *made* to do so against my will. It's a powerful fantasy for me, but in reality I am scared of being made to experience what I so much want. It may seem that I'm just a confused and contradictory little slut, but it's really much deeper than that. I already *service* Master's friends and acquaintances whenever he requires me to, and I don't have any problem with that. In fact I'm proud to serve him obediently in this as in any other way he wishes. I will do as he orders without hesitation and that is what as a slave I am for. Usually when I serve someone sexually at Master's command I have no prior warning of what is going to happen. It's a pleasure for me to do whatever he demands of me and I pride myself on showing the other person involved what a submissive slave girl I am for my Owner. Often I have to avoid looking too pleased about what I have just been told to do so the recipient can really enjoy seeing a slave girl obey her Master on command even when it involves sucking his cock or whatever. I want the pleasure to be all theirs (or at least for it to appear to be that way). But being *made* to whore myself is something different. In my mind I am aware in advance of what will happen and I have to prepare myself for it. I am present but not involved when the price for my services is being discussed and there is a lot of talk about what I will be required to do. I am not allowed to have any say in all this, and it excites me that I am just a commodity which is being sold and once an agreement has been reached I will be handed over and obliged to do whatever Master has been paid for without any consultation with me. I do not wish to be given any opportunity to discuss what I will or won't do as I very much want to experience a deep sense of humiliation as I am pimped by my beloved Master. Of course I would gladly do anything he asked of me no matter how disgusting, but what excites me most is that I am not going to be serving him or even serving a friend of his (which makes me proud). Instead I am being sold to a stranger. I am just a cunt, and I can be bought and sold. All my holes are for sale, and I have no say in what way I am to prostitute myself. It is arranged in such a way that I am made to feel that my preferences just don't matter. I will be given to the purchaser and used, and it has nothing to do with what I want or even what I think my Master wants. If the price is right I am available and Master will make an agreement for my services after which I will do as I am told. There's a lot more to my fantasy of course... There are endless variations. But one constant is that in my mind I am always naked and chained. I kneel at Master's feet while he discusses my sale with a stranger. The stranger wants to use me in ways that go beyond pure sex. I am required to humiliate myself in various ways as well as offer my body. Master objects knowing I will find such a thing difficult, but the stranger offers a higher price and a deal is made. Money changes hands and I crawl behind the stranger to the room where I will be used... I feel very scared -- and so aroused! I have always wanted my fantasy to become a reality, and at the same time I have always been quite terrified that one day Master will decide to fulfill this particular desire for me. Naturally I will do it for him if he requires it. There is no question about that at all. Master knows I want him to do this to me, and I am sure that eventually it will happen. One of the strongest attractions of this fantasy is that it symbolises a time when I will have to conquer my fears about doing something I want very much to experience but which I would almost certainly deny myself unless ordered to do so by my Master. Even as a slave with no rights I know that Master will protect me and see that I come to no harm, physically or psychologically. This is because no matter what happens Master is always in control, and while he certainly wants and intends to push me ever deeper into my submission, he would never push me so hard that I felt traumatised or abused. In this instance it is not entirely in his hands as I am being sold to another... so I want that and I fear that at the same time. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 12 It's quite a complex issue as I definitely want to be abused, but in a safe and caring way if you can understand such a seeming contradiction. This contradiction goes to the very core of my being. I am not really a brave person as by nature I'm quite timid and shy unless anger or fear makes me more assertive than I otherwise would be. On the other hand my strongest desires are very much about extreme submission and I deeply want to experience everything that flows from this... By which I mean that I want to feel totally enslaved to the point where I will allow myself to be whored against my own inclinations and made to do all kinds of things that I love and hate simultaneously as a demonstration of my abject submission. I want to be made to feel that I can be sold to a stranger for perverted sex if my Owner wishes to do so... and that I will allow myself to be sold. I need to feel both pleased to serve my Master in this way and simultaneously shamed by the fact that the person I love and respect most in the world will whore me to a total stranger if the price is agreeable. I want to be torn by conflicting emotions as that is what excites me, but at the same time I would lack the commitment to put myself through even such a delicious torment. I'm such a perverse and contradictory little bitch that I need to be made to do what I most desire. Such fantasies have always been in my head, and they have always triggered the most powerful emotions I have ever felt. When I still had the right to masturbate whenever I wished the fantasies that never failed to get me off were always the most extreme ones my imagination could invent. My favourites were always the fantasies where I was *forced* to do things that I both very much wanted to do and at the same time dreaded. I have always felt a strong desire to experience such things, while at the same time being reluctant to go there. Only being with Master has given me the courage and determination to do so, and I have often begged him to abuse or humiliate me in ways that he was concerned might be too difficult for me. I have come to understand that sometimes what we most fear is the same as what we most desire. You may not be able to imagine having my specific desires, but I hope you can understand the elation I feel when I triumph over my fears and limitations. As the saying goes: What does not destroy you makes you stronger. I know without a shadow of doubt that Master would never allow me to be destroyed. He cares for me very much. However, we are both fascinated by the psychological aspects of D/s and want to explore the many dark recesses and contradictions that deep submission can bring up. I know that Master believes I am perfectly suited for his experiments as by nature I ache to be totally degraded and humiliated, to be reduced... Reduced to what? I don't know really. That's the point. You can't know until you are there. And I want to go there. Since obviously it's unknown territory it's both scary and exciting at the same time. It's exactly that combination of emotions that drives me to be who I am today and makes it possible for me to accept the life of slavery I now enjoy so much. The concept of pushing further into the unknown in this direction is something we have discussed for a long time. Recently I have begun to beg Master ever more intensely to allow me to go... *there*. To that unknown space where I am... What? An object? Less than human? An animal? Maybe all these things or none of them. This question is what our explorations will hopefully resolve. I know Master will still look after me, no matter what. But maybe if he had less concern for me as his pet, slave and obedient girl he would be prepared to let me sink further down into the depths of my submissive nature? I know Master would miss having me as his slave if I were to become something of even lower status where I might not be able to interact with him in the same human ways as I do now. But that's what I want. To reduce any negative impact on him and at the same time to increase the negative impact on me -- remember, this is what I want with all my heart and soul -- I suggested that he should take another slave and keep me as his... thing. That's where Chloe, who was still sleeping very soundly by my side, comes in. She is the one person I know who would perfectly understand what I want and also complement me in a way that would be in both Master's best interests and my own. Master was initially very dismissive of this idea. "Don't want another slave," he said. Not being polyamorous Master is very sceptical about the dynamics of too many women in the household. "Male fantasy bullshit," is what he calls the idea that a Master might want to have more than one slave. Actually he's right. It could be a problem. It would depend very much on who was the new slave. That's why I'm here now with Chloe. Women (even slaves) can be very jealous. Even if I'm just a thing I'm sure I'd have feelings. Or would I? Could I overcome this? There are still so many questions in my mind. Of course I realise that Chloe also has her own questions about the advisability of doing what I've asked of her. All the same I had begged and cried shamelessly for her to do so. But I know I'm asking a lot. Chloe understands me intimately, she loves me, and she would never really hurt me even though she likes to treat me as the dirty little bitch she knows I am underneath my still sometimes prissy and prim exterior. She loves to see me suffer and humiliate myself for her pleasure and Master loves exactly the same things, so maybe they would get along very well indeed... and I would be their plaything. Just thinking about all this got me so hot I was tempted to masturbate. Even though I had collapsed with exhaustion after masturbating to multiple orgasms for my friend only a few hours ago I still wanted more. Chloe was quite right when she told me I was just a slut! Although I had discussed all this back and forth with Master for some time he was not convinced until relatively recently. He said he didn't want to lose me and he would always keep me and protect me. But the idea of not actually losing me, but of gaining my friend Chloe, and still having me to torment and subjugate slowly wormed it's way into his beautiful but depraved mind, at my urging of course. Master had met Chloe on many occasions. He liked her a lot as she was attractive, intelligent, and submissive but also challenging to dominate. Master likes challenges. She is also very kinky, more into pain than me, and best of all she has had plenty of experience treating me like the depraved little cunt I am. My friend had sometimes visited me at Master's house and they had talked together (often about me) over a bottle or two of fine red wine which they both greatly enjoyed. So they not only had come to know each other quite well but had much in common in the way of tastes and attitudes in general, and in a desire to dominate and humiliate me in particular. I have spent many hours sitting naked at the feet of my beloved Master and my dear friend as they discussed me and the more intimate details of my body and mind as if I wasn't even there. That situation always made me very aroused and needing to be used and I would sometimes end up rubbing myself against Master's leg to let him know how I was feeling. Of course he knew me so well I think he was intentionally revving me up to the point where he could tell me to straddle his leg and rub my wet cunt against his leather boot as he went on chatting to Chloe and sipping on his glass of wine. He enjoyed showing Chloe what a whore I was while he pretended to ignore my naked, thrusting body heaving away right in front of him until I began to moan and beg to be allowed to cum. At that stage he would make me look at Chloe and ask if she would like me to orgasm for her. She would look at me and then at Master pretending to be shocked, asking, "Is she always such a slut in front of polite company?" Then they would indulge in a mock conversation discussing the difficulties of owning such a dirty little slavegirl and what to do about such disgusting behaviour. All the while I'd continue to rub my wet pussy against Master's boot and mew in protest at being effectively denied orgasm. This went on until I'd be increasingly desperate and begging to do anything at all to be allowed to cum. It always ended with my total humiliation and Master and Chloe making comments about how difficult it was to find a decent and respectable slave these days! Of course I knew they were just teasing me. but it always got me so worked up to be put through a session like that. No whips of canes were required as all they needed to do was mess with my mind in ways they knew would affect me very strongly. For me it was both excruciating and highly arousing. There was no question Chloe would fit in perfectly were she to decide to become Master's slave. Master knows and respects Chloe's kinky way of thinking from those times they've spent chatting together, as well from all he has heard about her from me. He has always thought my friend Chloe was a very special person and I was totally confident he would enjoy training her.... My thoughts were interrupted by Chloe beginning to stir. She stretched her arms and quickly became aware that I was next to her. She looked at me and I could tell that she was just starting to remember what we had discussed last night. She didn't say a word, but her look was one of love and I thought there was also a recognition that something had changed between us, but she couldn't quite think exactly what it was. Instead of pushing me down between her legs as she usually did in the mornings (if I was not already down there licking her cunt when she awoke) she gave me a kiss and stroked my hair with affection. She turned in the bed a little so she was facing me, and ran her hands down my body until she found my erect nipples. With that discovery she looked at me as if to say, "What has this slut been thinking about while I was asleep?" Then while holding one of my pert little nipples between her fingers her other hand ran down my belly until she came to my pussy. As if to confirm her suspicions one of her fingers pushed into me. It slid in easily as I was extremely wet. She stared at me again with a quizzical look in her eyes, but still said nothing. Instead she pushed her finger in and out of my wet cunt a few times while she squeezed my nipple with her other hand. I just shuddered and felt like I was totally at her mercy. Actually I was hoping she would finger fuck me to orgasm, but she withdrew her finger from my cunt and brought it up to my lips. I sucked my juices off her finger hungrily while she continued to torment my nipple. I was almost ready to scream, but Chloe took her finger from my mouth and said, "I haven't forgotten a word of what we talked about last night but I need some time to consider my feelings so you'll just have to be patient with me. Now go and make me some coffee, and keep your hands off that wet cunt, you filthy little whore." I left her to her thoughts while I made the coffee she'd requested. I also made one for myself as although she hadn't mentioned that I knew she wanted me to have coffee with her. I was always able to interpret the way she spoke to me and put it into context. A lot of our verbal interaction would sound shockingly abusive to anyone else, but to me it was always loving and very much in tune with how I wanted to be treated by those who knew who and what I really was. I did not need to be reassured by Chloe that she loved me. I'd always felt her love very strongly, and since we'd been together over the last few days it seemed to have deepened and become even more intense. I felt at peace, although I still didn't know if my friend would agree to what I had begged of her. Obviously Chloe would want to think things over before making such a far reaching decision, and I knew Master would insist she did so. Accordingly, I wanted to continue to be as supportive and patient as possible, even though I was already very excited as I felt there was now more than a possibility my dream might come true. I would just have to wait for the final outcome. When I went back to Chloe with the coffee I didn't say anything about what had been on my mind. I was well aware that her thoughts were already focused on the enormous decision she had before her. It was best to let her process all the conflicting emotions that must be running through her head without any interference from me. Instead I sat on the floor and put the two cups of coffee on the part of the bed I had been sleeping in not long ago. We sat silently and enjoyed our morning coffee together as the sunlight streamed in the window and bathed our naked bodies in a diffuse golden glow. It was quite dreamlike, and I didn't want to break the spell with senseless chatter. My dear friend was quite lost in her own thoughts, so we had a quiet time just enjoying our coffee and each other's company without speaking in the way that only two very close friends can do. I wondered when Chloe would tell me what she'd decided. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 13 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 13 == I was still sitting on the floor by the bed and Chloe propped up some pillows in the bed so she could sit up. I always enjoyed serving her, but we hadn't spoken much as we sipped our coffee. Finally Chloe spoke. "I've been thinking," she said with a faraway look on her face. "Everything we talked about last night has played over and over in my head since I woke up this morning and it means a lot to me that you told me how you felt and also listened to my feelings." Her eyes looked directly into mine and then Chloe said that she really needed some time to consider her position. "That doesn't mean I've made my mind up one way or the other," she added, "but I know that I really need to go over all that we've discussed so far and come to some conclusion." I told her that Master wanted her to think about everything very carefully before she reached any decision and that he was well aware of just how important a decision this was for her. My friend smiled when I mentioned Master. I knew she had a lot of respect for him and I thought she might want to talk with him before making her decision. Well, that was really up to her, so I didn't say anything. I knew from our conversation last night that Chloe had some work to be finished off by the the end of today. She always did a lot of thinking while she was working as some of her work was very routine and ideal for letting the mind wander. After all I'd said last night, I knew it was best to give her some time to herself to think things through. I had already offered to go home to my Master if she needed to work and I repeated my offer saying that I'd like to return to him later this morning, if she would allow it. "As much as I enjoy having you around, little slut, I really do need to get some work done," Chloe replied. "And I definitely need some time to think about what I want to do." So it was agreed. With that decision made and our coffee finished we got up and showered. I was gently rubbing Chloe dry with a bath towel when she looked down at me and said, "It's about time you put some clothes on, cunt. Seeing you naked all the time is very distracting for me!" She told me to go and get some clothes from her closet. This time she allowed me to choose whatever I wished since I was not going to be on display for her pleasure. "Just take whatever you want," she said. "I really need to get back to work and I have some big decisions to make so I can't go on fucking around with you, much as I enjoy doing that." I put on a skirt and blouse that were not too revealing knowing that later I would have to go home on my own and without my friend around to protect me. I was glad she'd mentioned thinking about the rest of her life. I could see that Chloe was very much aware of the need to make a final decision about whether she would become Master's slave, but I knew I had to leave that decision up to her. After breakfast I asked Chloe if she would brush my hair before I left as I always enjoyed having her do that for me. It was a ritual we had shared for many years. While she brushed my hair Chloe told me, "One of the most attractive things about the idea of becoming Master's slave is that I know I would have you groveling at my feet. It would be so delicious being able to torment you and humiliate you even more than I've been able to before." Even as a slave she knew that I would have to submit to her at times and inflicting cruelty and degradation on me under Master's direction was something I was sure she would very much enjoy. I could feel myself getting wet again but I thought it was best not to allow things to get out of hand since I had to leave soon and Chloe needed a clear head to work and to think. As soon as she'd finished brushing my hair I told her that I'd better go or that I'd end up taking up even more of her day. I really meant that I longed for her to push me to my knees and make me lick her cunt until my face was covered with her juices, but I didn't say that. I hated to leave my friend, but I knew it had to be. At least for now. I phoned Master and told him I would be back soon, then I went to the door and waited for Chloe to open it for me. We looked at each other for a long time, then we both laughed and with a few kisses I was on my way back to Master. It was yet another beautiful sunny day so I took the opportunity to enjoy my walk. It was quite a distance to Master's house but after all I'd been through recently and everything I'd discussed with my friend in the last few days I had a lot to think about. It was really lovely strolling along enjoying the warm sun and my mind was very fully occupied with my thoughts. I was now more hopeful than ever that Chloe would become Master's slave as I could sense that she was gradually coming to accept this as a realistic option. I was also aware she was still struggling with conflicting emotions and was a little scared by the prospect. With many such thoughts swimming around in my head I hardly noticed anything around me during the whole time I walked back home. Just as well that no one decided to kidnap the pretty girl wandering along the streets in such a preoccupied state as I would never have known what was happening until it was too late! When I finally reached Master's house I rang the bell, knelt at the door and waited for him to open it. Soon the door opened and Master's boots were before me. Without looking up I licked and kissed them, then crawled inside. It felt kind of strange to be back home, even though it was less than three days that I'd been away. I immediately undressed as was required, and my collar was put around my neck. I was so happy to be collared and naked again and sitting at Master's feet where I belonged. It was always a great comfort to be back in my place and to feel his protection and control. I must admit that at first I became rather emotional and began to cry. I had missed Master more than I'd realised because I'd been so involved with everything that had happened while I was with Chloe. I really didn't know why I was crying as I was actually feeling quite happy. Things seemed to be moving in the direction I wanted, I was back in the place where I belonged, and Master was obviously pleased to have me back. All was well in my world but being the emotional and impetuous little bitch that I am I found myself sobbing as I thanked Master once again for making me his slave. He patted my head, and eventually got me calmed down. Then he gave me a pacifier in the form of his cock to suck on. It always made me feel very focused and content when I sucked on his cock and after being away it was a special treat. I worshipped his cock for a long time and after he'd cum in my mouth I looked up at him proudly. "Swallow it, little slut," Master told me. Soon his cum was sliding down my throat and I felt that I was really back home and a sense of calm and contentment washed right over me. I looked up at Master and told him that I felt a lot better now. He wanted to hear all about my recent adventures so I told him in more detail about the previous night and about this morning, and about my hopes... I said that I was missing Chloe already, but it was good to be back with him. After talking for a long time I eventually ran out of things to say and as so often happens my thoughts began to drift... Before long I was lost in a blissful dream that soon I would have the two most important people in my life with me all the time. I suddenly became aware that Master was watching me. He was probably wondering what his little pet was so deep in thought about. I told him what I was thinking and tried to explain that it was hard to focus on anything for very long because my thoughts kept drifting back to Chloe and wondering what she was thinking. He said he would just wait to hear from Chloe. I knew he was right and that there was no other choice so I decided I would try very hard to be patient. Things slowly returned to our normal routine. I had some cleaning to catch up on and there was the usual tidying up to do. Master was not untidy but I had my own ideas on how I liked the house to look. I especially wanted it to look good as Master had mentioned that he was expecting visitors tomorrow. The visit was related to his antique business and he was keen to make a good impression. The visitors were some of his Asian suppliers and they were very useful contacts so a good impression was essential. We often spent time in Asia as part of Master's business activities, mainly in Singapore and Hong Kong so it was rare for his Asian contacts to come and visit us here. To prepare me for this visit, and to reward me for all my efforts with Chloe, Master took me out to a jeweller to have me fitted with a clit bell. He allowed me to wear a tiny dress that I pulled on over my head. It came only to just below my pussy, but it was very pretty. We went in his car to where the shop was located. By arrangement it was after hours and no one else was there. The owner of the shop was very friendly and I was shown a selection of tiny bells made of gold and silver in several different shapes. They were all quite delicate and I was allowed to choose the one I liked best. I thought very carefully about my choice because I realised this was one of the few times I would be given a choice about anything! When it was time to fit my new bell Master told me to take off my dress. I obeyed, and then sat on the edge of a chair with my legs spread wide. The jeweller knelt between my legs and using a special eye glass to magnify the small bell (and everything else) he connected it to my existing clit hood ring. It felt strange to have a man I had never seen before kneeling between my legs looking at my clit with a magnifying glass but the exhibitionist in me enjoyed being so exposed. When the bell had been fitted Master had me get on my hands and knees and crawl around a little so that he could hear how it tinkled when I moved. Master was very happy with the effect. From now on he could hear his pet crawling to him from anywhere in the house. I thought it would probably tinkle when I walked as well, even in public. The thought of people looking around to see what was making a noise as I walked made me smile and made me wet. The little bell was so lovely, and I was very happy with it. Master apparently already knew the jeweller well and this was how he had been able to make a special arrangement just for me. After the fitting, and while I was still naked and on my knees, I was told to get the jeweller's cock out of his pants and suck him off. As I did so, Master and his friend chatted like I was not even there. Hearing them above me as I worked away made me feel like such a slut but that was a familiar feeling and one I had come to enjoy. I gathered from what they said that my services had previously been agreed as part of the price for the bell. I was pleased that I was being allowed to *pay* part of the cost as Master usually paid for all my expenses. Now I was able to whore myself for him as well, I thought. This was the first time I had been allowed to do so, and a shudder of ecstacy went though my body as the jeweller came in my mouth. His cum was not unpleasant, but it was the thought of being offered as a commodity that thrilled me the most. I hoped that Master would make me sell myself for him in future, and the more often the better. As we drove home I sat in the car with my dress pulled up around my waist so I could see my new bell. I played around with it and made it tinkle so much that Master ordered me to leave it alone as the noise was distracting him from driving. He didn't tell me to pull my dress down though. I think he liked to look at my new bell too, but only when it was safe to do so like when we were stopped at traffic lights. When we got home and I was naked again, Master put a leash on me and walked me around so he could enjoy the sound of my bell. He told me it was something I'd wear permanently from now on, no matter how my status might change. I was very pleased to hear that. Not long after we got back I was crawling down the passage to Master's bedroom. It seemed that my new bell had affected Master in a similar way to how it gad affected me, and also he must have missed me not being there to serve him as usual. Master told me that he wanted to hear how my bell sounded when I was being used since I was made to be fucked. I thought this was really just an excuse, but as his property he didn't need any excuse to use me, so maybe he did want to hear the sound of my new bell as he thrust into his slavegirl. Once I had crawled down to the bedroom he told me to get onto the bed right away and lay there with my legs spread. Master took some cuffs that were permanently attached to the bedhead and locked my wrists above my head. I loved to look up at Master as he knelt between my legs but this time was special because he started off by playing with my new clit bell. It felt wonderful to spread my legs for him and have my new bell flicked around. There was a little pain as my clit hood was stretched and jerked but mostly I felt waves of pleasure and I was very proud to be treated like the sex toy I had long accepted I was. Eventually Master tired of playing with his toy's new decoration and he undressed and had me worship his cock until he was fully erect. I was used to worshipping his cock as I was often required to lick and suck him for long periods without making him cum. Sometimes I was kept between his legs under the desk in his office while he answered emails or talked on the phone. I was not allowed to bring him to orgasm and it was my place to keep Master aroused while still able to function normally and do his routine business. I was always impressed at his self control as he could discuss complicated business matters on the phone with some client without giving any indication that his slave was softly licking the shaft of his hard cock and lapping away at the head hoping for a little pre-cum to taste. Once he was ready Master knelt between my legs and put his fingers around my neck squeezing softly. I felt his strength but I knew that he would never choke me in a way that would cause me any harm. It was just his way of showing me how totally I was under his control. He asked me to tell him what I was and I knew this meant that I was to recite to him some variation of the mantra he had taught me long ago. I told him I was his slave, his cunt, his bitch, his slut, his whore.... and that I was his property and existed to be used in any way he saw fit. I was free to improvise on this theme but I knew he wanted me to develop my monologue from time to time so that it was not a set recitation that would become stale over time. I enjoyed elaborating on the theme Master had taught me and I liked to be creative with how I expressed myself no matter how degrading or how depraved my recitation might sound to the *average* person. I was always very happy to tell him what I was. We both knew that there was nothing I would not do and I enjoyed telling Master so in the most graphic way I could imagine. As I debased myself verbally for Master's pleasure he pushed his hard cock into me and began to slowly move in and out... I was soon breathing heavily as I continued to tell him that I would do anything he asked of me. Soon I was begging him to use me and telling him that I wanted to suffer for him. I rambled on and on as I knew Master enjoyed having me tell him my innermost thoughts and feelings while he fucked me. If he wanted me to be quiet he would place his hand over my mouth or even gag me, but that rarely happened. Instead Master fucked me more and more forcefully and as he thrust into me I could hear my new bell tinkle from time to time. As the power of his thrusts increased so did the frequency with which I could hear the bell. I enjoyed the wonderful combination of sounds and sensations created by hearing myself begging Master to use his dirty little slut like the slave cunt I was, the fullness I could feel from his cock filling me, the slap of his balls banging against my arse, and the wonderful pleasure of hearing my new bell tinkling away as I was pounded into a very sensual form of oblivion. I was soon a very well fucked little bitch. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 14 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 14 == The next morning I was once again able to thank Master in person for owning me. As Master's slavegirl I had been taught that these were to be the first words out of my mouth each day as soon as he awoke. Sometimes I woke up before Master and I would just lay there thinking about the journey I'd taken since I'd become his property. Once he started to stir I'd take Master's cock in my mouth or often I'd start by gently licking his balls, his cock or anywhere else I could reach to bring my Owner gently to wakefulness. If Master was enjoying my attentions he would allow me to continue licking or else he would grab my hair and push my head down onto his cock if he wanted to come in my mouth while he gradually adjusted to the new day. Some mornings he would fuck me, but not always... Naturally it was his preference that determined what happened and I loved never knowing how my day was to begin. I was there to serve him and happy to be used as Master saw fit, so whatever he wanted was the right choice as far as I was concerned. Regardless of what was required of me I never spoke until I was sure Master was fully awake. Once he was ready to talk to me he'd let me know. Often he'd pull me up to where I could look into his eyes by grabbing one of my nipple rings and gently pulling until I was where he wanted. Then he would smile at me and I'd repeat my mantra. "Thank you for owning me, Master," I'd say as if it was the first time this idea had occurred to me. I loved the little rituals we had and I'd missed being able to thank my Master in this way while I was with Chloe even though I loved being with her. I was happy to be back in the comforting routines with my Master which had become so much a part of who I was. I was very rarely allowed to sleep in and I had become used to waking up as soon as I felt the slightest stirrings from Master. Often I was already awake beforehand and I very much enjoyed those times as I was able to lay there and think about my place and all that it meant to me be an owned slave. I would play with my piercings and think how fortunate I was to have found what I'd always wanted and needed in Master's service. It was up to Master how much time we spent in bed together once he was awake. After serving him in whatever way he required I would repeat my mantra, then we might talk or cuddle. It all depended on his mood, but most often I was just told to get out of bed and make some breakfast. Today I remembered that Master had informed me he was having visitors so as well as making breakfast I also had some tidying up to do. With his permission I scurried off to wash and then went to the kitchen. It was normal in our household for me to be kept naked unless instructed otherwise so it was easy for me to quickly wash and brush my hair and then get right to work. I loved being kept naked most of the time while I worked around the house as it reminded me constantly of my position as a slave and even mundane tasks like sweeping the floor or cooking breakfast were eroticised by the awareness that I had no right to any clothing (or anything else) unless my Master allowed it. Also being naked I could more easily see or feel the various tattoos and piercings I carried as marks of my slavery. I often caught sight of one of my marks while concentrating on something else and that never failed to give me a little jolt. Mostly I forgot that I was marked and unless I had time to play with my piercings like I sometimes did while laying in bed in the morning they merged into my daily life so effectively that my slave markings were easily taken for granted. I often thought that I had been marked just as much for my Master's pleasure as to remind me of my status as a slave. The occasions on which the markings had been made were times that stood out in my memory and I often thought lovingly of how it had felt to be given each reminder that I was Master's property, but otherwise I tended to forget they were there. I'm really not a terribly focused person and tend to go along with the flow most of the time. I like routines and rituals as they give a structure to my existence as while carrying out my household duties my mind tends to wander. When I caught sight of one of my markings it always caught my attention and I suddenly realised that I was not just washing the dishes but I was a naked slavegirl washing her Master's dishes and I was carrying his marks of ownership on my body to remind me of this fact. The jolt I felt at this realisation meant that that my random meandering thoughts were quickly turned towards the reality of my slavery and it often shocked me a little to know that my situation was not as *normal* as it would appear if not for my nakedness. I would often stand there tembling slightly and the full force of what my situation sometimes brought tears to my eyes. Not tears of grief as I never felt any sense of loss about what had been taken away from me, but rather tears of joy that Master had wanted me and taken me and trained me. I felt I was a very lucky girl and the markings on my naked body are so precious to me. Of course I would gradually get back to what I was doing and my mind would wander off again, but there was always a certain buzz of arousal in my system for some time afterwards. Often before it entirely dissipated I would have some interaction with Master that got me going again, so frequently my days were spent in a continuous state of low level arousal, only interrupted by the intensity of serving my Master or having to perform some ritual or other. For example, even if I was busy with some entirely routine task I was trained to get to my knees and bow my head to the floor when Master entered the room, so there was never a moment when I was not very much attuned to the need to instantly demonstrate who and what I was. I loved the feelings that surged through me as I knelt naked at Master's feet and even though I'd done so many hundreds of times before it always gave me enormous pleasure to be reminded of my slavery in this way. Being naked was another very particular way in which I was made aware of my status. It was not unusual for me to be naked when Master had visits from friends or business associates. But these were all people who knew that I was his slavegirl and they were not surprised or shocked to see me like that. With overseas visitors I was normally not only dressed but given something special to wear as Master liked to show me off. There were some lovely dresses kept for just such occasions. Sometimes I was actually introduced by Master as his girlfriend or his sister. If so I was expected to play the part. If he wanted a very specific role acted out he occasionally discussed it with me beforehand, but more often I was simply expected to act out the role I had been given even if I had no idea of what that was until Master casually mentioned it to his visitor in my presence without any prior warning. I always enjoyed acting in whatever role was assigned to me. Sometimes I was instructed to act as Master's housekeeper, or at other times I was his maid and required to wear a slutty little maid outfit I also had. When I dressed as a maid our visitors knew exactly what I was despite the costume I wore since it consisted only of a very short apron and a frilly cap. I had to serve Master's guests as they ogled my exposed body since I was not allowed to wear any underwear. There was plenty on view as I was under instructions to deliberately exhibit myself by bending over in front of everyone as I served them. Master liked to tease me on occasion as he knew how much I got off on being humiliated in this way. What I wore when people came to Master's house depended on who they were and what kind of impression Master wanted to give them. Although I was rarely told who his visitors were I had learned to guess some things from the kind of instructions I was given. It was always interesting for me to see what role Master required me to play on different occasions and as I worked I began to wonder about what would be required of me today. While I busied myself preparing breakfast I tried to remember exactly who our visitors might be. They could be people I had met before during our travels in Asia. All I knew for certain was that they were some Asian business associates of his, so I assumed they would be males. I did not know anything else, not even how many people there were going to be. More than one was the impression I had, but Master almost never told me exactly what to expect. I was just a slave so it was not necessary for him to tell me every detail. I would simply obey his instructions anyway no matter what they were. I think Master liked to keep me pretty much in the dark as a way of tormenting me. He knew very well what a curious thing I was and that if I didn't know something I would wonder about it and imagine all kinds of outcomes. Even though I knew that it was silly of me to wonder about such things, I enjoyed imagining all kinds of scenarios even though I realised that most would be nothing like what eventually happened. I began to day dream about having to offer our guests my body as a way of welcoming them. Master did not usually do any such thing but I sometimes wished he would, and so my imagination began to create all kinds of erotic scenes where I was casually given to some stranger, and then... Before my ever active mind could wander much further Master appeared for his breakfast. He sat at the table and after prostrating myself at his feet I served him. I never prepared anything for myself. Master decided what I was permitted to eat at all times. For most meals we had at home I prepared a little more than I thought Master would want so there were usually some left overs on his plate. That would be my meal. Sometimes Master put some food into a bowl and I would eat out of that at his feet. In any case I would always kneel at his feet while he ate. If he felt so inclined Master would give me a small morsel from his plate to eat out of his hand or off a fork. I especially enjoyed being fed from his hand while I knelt naked at his side. In my opinion there is no more erotic way to eat and I loved to clean his fingers with my tongue after each mouthful. Otherwise I would wait until he was finished and he put his plate on the floor, then I would just eat what he had left on his plate for me while he enjoyed an after-meal glass of fruit juice (or after dinner, wine). Once he'd jad breakfast Master usually retired to his study to work on business-related paperwork or catch up with his emails. That was his normal routine. Today he did the same and I supposed that he wanted to be up to date with things before his visitors arrived. I had not been told to wear anything or otherwise prepare myself so it looked like I would remain naked apart from my collar and my jewellery which now included my new clit bell. I washed up the breakfast things and put everything away, then I busied myself tidying up the living room where I knew the visitors would be received. Finally I once again brushed my long hair, put on some lipstick and perfume, and made a final check in the mirror to ensure I was as presentable as a naked slavegirl can be. Once I realised that I was to be naked I knew roughly what to expect. The only surprises were usually after the guests arrived because I never had any idea what Master might require until he gave me an order. Since I was a slave it was not necessary for him to explain anything in advance. I just did as I was told no matter how surprising, shocking or embarrassing it might be to carry out my instructions. My duty was to obey without question regardless of any other considerations. My feelings are not a consideration but Master knows me so well as to already have a very good idea how I am likely to react in any situation. Often he likes to push me just a little out of my comfort zone as Master also knows I enjoy having to go beyond the familiar and predictable. I am proud that no matter what is asked of me Master can have total confidence I will not embarrass him and that I will obey him unconditionally. It is an article of faith for me that Master's wishes come first and if I ever had any problem with what he asked of me I would never show that in front of his guests. Instead I would wait until I had an opportunity to talk with him after they'd gone. He always makes time to review the day with me --- usually just before we go to bed. He often has a glass of wine or a cup of coffee last thing each evening and while I kneel at his feet he will talk to me while giving me the occasional sip of his drink and he will ask if I have anything I wish to discuss with him. That time together is when I know I can mention how something he'd required of me earlier in the day had affected me. Most often I would tell him how much I'd enjoyed the experience but if I'd had any difficulty following his instructions I could mention that as well and we would discuss it. As a result of having such discussions over a long period Master knows what I like and what I find difficult, but it's always up to him if and when he takes any of this into consideration. Sometimes Master likes me to be unobtrusive and kneel quietly by his chair but I am always on call to serve drinks or in other ways assist in looking after his guests. At other times I am actually part of the entertainment, expected to display myself in various obscene ways, or even to suck the cocks and lick the pussies of his guests on demand. There are no limits on what might be required of me and I am never quite sure what to expect. It certainly keeps the adrenalin pumping when you are a naked slavegirl who is required to obey without question no matter how unexpected or challenging the orders you're given might be. I only knew that the visitors had arrived when the doorbell rang as Master preferred to answer the door himself. Sometimes I did go to the door with him, especially when I was acting as his housekeeper and then I would take the visitors coats or whatever they were carrying such as umbrellas. Other times I might accompany Master to the door crawling at the end of a leash but this was usually only in the evenings when Master was having a dinner party or some other social occasion as at such times he liked to show me off as his pet. This time I waited naked and on my knees by his favourite chair in the living room while Master went to the door to greet the visitors. From past experience I knew that after greeting them he would show them into the living room. Then he would take his usual seat next to me and ask his guests to be seated on some chairs and a couch arranged so they could clearly see me kneeling at his side. That way he could talk with them and have me on hand to do whatever he required. I knelt there and awaited his instructions. I could hear the voices of the visitors as they came down the passageway which led to the living room. There seemed to be two or three male voices speaking English with some kind of accent. As they entered the room I saw with surprise that while there were two men of Asian appearance as I had expected there was also a small Asian girl with them. Since she had not spoken I was surprised to see her. By "small Asian girl" I don't mean that she was a child. While it was difficult to guess her age I thought she was around 18 or 20, but she could have been a little older. Many Asian women are small in stature and slightly built so they look much younger than they really are. I was visible as soon as they entered the room and I could tell that the male visitors had noticed me right away. The girl was looking down as she walked and I didn't think she was immediately aware of my presence. When Master came over and sat next to me while at the same time waving them to their seats the men looked from me to him with obvious respect. I didn't know what to make of all this but as always I knelt there demurely as I had been trained to do. Once the male visitors were seated I was able to observe them more closely without being too obvious. I noticed that the girl knelt at the feet of one of the men and I was amazed to see that he held a beautiful silver chain attached to a lovely collar around her neck. The chain was so fine it looked purely decorative unlike the more sturdy metal leash Master sometimes used for me but the effect was charming. I was surprised that one of our visitors seemed to own a slavegirl, just like me! I was always interested to meet other female slaves. It's kind of like when people own dogs and while their owners talk the dogs sniff each other a bit and maybe give the other dog a lick or two. I always felt that way with another submissive girl. I wanted to sniff them out and find out about them, and maybe (if they were nice) play with them a little. Master usually allowed me to do this if it was appropriate, but on this occasion I knew I could not go over to the other girl despite my curiosity and that I must stay where I was. I was quite intrigued as I'd never seen an Asian slavegirl before. She looked so delicate and was very pretty just like a China doll, I thought. She was wearing a beautiful dress which came high up her thighs when she knelt. Her collar was also very attractive with what looked like gemstones around it. She also wore a green jade bracelet but no other jewellery that I could see. The man holding her leash seemed to take the fact that she was sitting at his feet for granted as he paid her no attention at all. I guessed that he was used to having a slavegirl on a leash as he began talking to Master about some business-related matters without mentioning her. The talk was to do with the buying and selling of Asian antiques. Master was in the antique business and obviously the visitors were people with whom he intended to have dealings in some way. He never discussed his business with me so I knew little about it. Instead I wondered about the girl. Why did they bring her along if this meeting was about business? After some initial discussion Master ordered me to get our guests some drinks. I had already prepared a tray with everything so I went to the kitchen and brought that in, then served each man in turn on my knees. I served the man with the slavegirl first as he seemed to be the most important. The other man was apparently some kind of associate but I couldn't quite work out their relationship. I did not offer the girl anything as I knew that whether she got anything to drink would be up to her owner. Just then the man asked Master if his girl could have a saucer of milk. He said they'd been travelling a lot today and she would be thirsty. I got a saucer of milk from the kitchen and placed it on the floor in front of her and she immediately got down on all fours and began to lap the milk from the saucer. She did it very gracefully with delicate little swipes of her tongue so that there was not a drop of milk on her chin. She was just like a little kitten and must have had a lot of practice licking milk from a saucer like that to do it so perfectly. I was entranced. While I sat there watching the girl and marvelling at her skill at drinking from a saucer the men chatted casually. I was not really paying attention to what they were saying as my focus was on my fellow slavegirl. I was intensely curious about her. I got the impression that Master already knew the men quite well as there were no introductions and I gathered that he had dealt with them previously. Master was also curious about the girl and asked about her. The man holding her chain called her Ming Ming and said that she was "new". I guessed this meant that he had not owned her very long. He said something about having purchased her in Hong Kong but didn't give any further details so I was left to wonder about all kinds of things. At least now I knew her name! Enslaving Chloe Ch. 14 The men continued to discuss their business dealings but rather than listening to them I observed our guests, especially the girl, and tried to work out what kind of people they were. I often did this as I knelt at Master's feet since I was always curious about the people Master knew. I was rarely told anything about them and I often had to sit or kneel at his side for long periods while my Master conducted his business or socialised. I'd spend this time watching and observing those around me because I liked to work things out for myself. In this case I deduced that the man holding the girl's chain was obviously important as he spoke with authority and when he said something the other man always agreed. The second man's English was less fluent so he didn't talk very much. The girl remained silent the whole time but I noticed that she looked in my direction frequently and she seemed to be just as curious about me as I was about her. I longed to crawl over and ask her to teach me how to lap up milk as delicately as she had, but I couldn't speak Cantonese so she probably wouldn't know what I was asking even if I could have talked to her. I fidgeted a bit, and suddenly felt very aroused but couldn't work out why. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 15 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 15 == I had been observing Master's visitors from where I knelt naked at his side and although a lot of discussion had taken place it all went over my head (literally and figuratively). I mostly ignored what was being said as I preferred to simply watch people and how they reacted. I found being an observer endlessly fascinating and I often spent hours quietly watching and allowing my mind to wander off on all kinds of tangents. I was off in my own little world and my mind was full of slave thoughts as I wondered what it would be like to be owned by an Asian man like the one sitting opposite me. I imagined the soft pull of the delicate silver chain on a beautiful collar like the one worn by the pretty Chinese girl at his feet. I even went so far as to try to conjure up the sounds and smells of Hong Kong as I followed my owner around such an exotic location. In my mind it all seemed so strange and yet in some ways I could imagine that the life of a slave must be quite similar even in such a foreign environment. In between indulging in such fantasies I watched my fellow slavegirl and wondered what she was thinking. I remembered her owner had told Master her name was Ming Ming and I wished I knew more about her. Occasionally she seemed to come out of her own dream world and look shyly in my direction. Our gaze met only briefly now and then but I knew we were both very conscious of each other and I expected she wondered about me in the same way I wondered about her. Eventually the men seemed to reach some kind of agreement as the discussion ceased and I heard the two Asian men conversing in their own language. The slavegirl looked at me suddenly as if she was afraid we might be parted without ever being allowed to get any closer, then a look of relief came over her face as she obviously understood what her owner had just said to his associate. A moment later he told Master in English that he was happy to accept the arrangement. I was just wondering what arrangement he was referring to when Master suddenly spoke to me for the first time since I'd been instructed to serve drinks at the start of the meeting. He ordered me to crawl over to the man holding Ming Ming's chain and "give him pleasure" as a friendly gesture after the successful conclusion of their discussions. Master did not actually say that it was a friendly gesture but I read into his tone that this was what he meant and I knew what was expected of me. As I crawled across the room I could hear my clit bell chiming gently. I looked at the man I had been ordered to please and saw him watching me closely. I think he was wondering what the sound was that he could hear as I moved. He smiled at me, then leaned down and said something to Ming Ming as he unhooked the chain from her collar. She pulled her little dress over her head and dropped it on the floor which left her completely naked as it seemed that like me she wore nothing underneath when she was allowed to wear any clothing at all. Ming Ming got on her knees and knelt down before her owner until her head touched the floor at his feet as if to indicate she would follow his orders obediently. Or perhaps she was letting him know that she fully understood his instructions. I didn't know exactly what her obeisance meant but it was obviously an indication of her submission and having done so she immediately began to crawl across the room in the direction from which I had just come. We passed each other a little before I reached her owner but she did not look at me. By the time I reached the man I'd come to think of as the Asian slavegirl's owner he already had his cock out of his trousers. It was standing up and awaiting my attention so I immediately began to lick up and down his shaft to get it harder and more suckable. He responded quickly and soon I had his not very large cock fully in my mouth. I began to move my mouth up and down on his engorged member and at the same time I ran my tongue along his length. Moaning slightly he leaned back in his chair. He certainly seemed to be enjoying my attentions judging from the way he was beginning to breath heavily. By this time I had developed a rhythm and his hard cock slipped in and out of my lips like I was some kind of sex doll and for the first time I was was able to pay attention to what else was going on around me. I looked across the room and saw that Ming Ming was equally busy sucking Master's cock. Coincidentally the position I was in gave me a direct line of sight across to him and as I sucked I could watch the little Asian girl sucking Master's beautiful cock so gracefully while she knelt between his legs. She was using only her mouth and not her hands and I thought how erotic it was to see Master enjoying the services of such a pretty slavegirl. Although I had seen him with other girls on many occasions he was usually dominating them sexually so it was unusual to observe him so relaxed as he sat passively in his chair while a little Asian slave sucked him very gently. I found the scene quite charming. As she sucked him Ming Ming also began to look across directly at me while I was working on her owner's cock. At first we only glanced across the room at each other occasionally as we both concentrated on our duties. Gradually our eyes met more frequently until it seemed that neither of us could look away from the other. I could tell she was just as aroused and fascinated by watching me as I was by watching her. It was a strangely erotic experience and almost as if we were relating to each other sexually while at the same time we were each sucking a different man's cock. I'd never experienced anything like it before. I could not recall ever having such an erotic experience while cock-sucking although I must have had a cock in my mouth on thousands of occasions and in all kinds of situations. Usually I was totally lost in the experience as I always enjoyed thinking what a dirty little slut I must look like and my mind would drift in and out of endless erotic dreams while I worked away like a dutiful sex slave... a slave who was made to be used and to give pleasure. It was always a wonderful experience. This time I continued to suck away gently with my gaze firmly on my fellow slave's eyes but somehow it was different. I was not lost in my own thoughts as usual and instead I was hyper-aware that Ming Ming was my fellow sex slave and that we were both giving pleasure to a strange man on the orders of our owners. This gave me a strong feeling of a shared bond between us --- a bond that someone not in our situation could never understand. I was extremely aroused and deeply moved by this realisation. It was as if we were slave sisters with our own language and as each of us slid a hard cock in and out of our mouths we communicated wordlessly simply by the emotions we could each read on the other's face. I shuddered as I again looked deeply into Ming Ming's eyes and I so much wanted to let her know what I was feeling but since neither of us could talk with a mouth full of cock it was very difficult to express something so complicated. Despite this I think we were both feeling very close in a strange kind of way and I began to get very excited as I saw how intensely Ming Ming was returning my gaze. Unable to express my feelings in any other way I began to stroke my pussy as I sucked on the cock which filled my mouth. I think Ming Ming understood what this meant since she began to stroke herself at exactly the same time. Soon we were both masturbating as we sucked and we continuously looked into each other's eyes. It was an exciting experience for me and I was sure Ming Ming was feeling exactly the same way not only judging by the look on her face but also by the way she was furiously fingering her pretty little cunt. I'm sure we both orgasmed several times while we watched each other carrying out our slave duties. I felt so many shivers and spasms course through my body as I sucked cock, watched my slave sister, stroked myself and experienced so much intensity. During the whole time we were not able to say a single word but we told each other more than most people do in the course of many hours of intense conversation. Strangely our owners seemed quite unaware of what their slaves were sharing and as far as I could tell they were completely taken over by the pleasure we were giving them. I thought that this was just as it should be since as a slave I existed simply for the enjoyment and convenience of my owner. I would not have wanted it any other way. There had been very little talk between the men for some time but after a while one or other of them made an occasional comment above my head. I continued to suck gently and rub my wet cunt as Ming Ming did the same and we continued to watch each other. Wordlessly we came to a deep understanding and I no longer really heard what was being said by the men who seemed to be casually chatting as if it was every day they had a slavegirl sucking their cocks while they held a business meeting. However, their discussion no longer seemed to be about business judging from the odd word or phrase that registered, but my attention was elsewhere. After some time I gathered that the talk was to do with future plans to meet in Asia. There was also something said about a prior arrangement that we would all go to a restaurant for lunch. I picked up these few clues even though I was not really following the men's conversation. My mind was focused on the combined sensations of having a hard cock in my mouth, and my fingers as they stimulated my clit and most of all the intensity of the way I was looking deep into Ming Ming's eyes. If I needed to know something I knew I would be told, so when Master spoke with others I tended to tune out since I had no need to follow a conversation that did not relate to me and of which I was not a part. As a slave I know that my Master will tell me if there is anything I need to know. When I'm given instructions by Master I have no choice but to obey so why the order is given or what will follow as a result does not really matter to me in advance. The fact is that I rarely listen carefully to conversations around me and I tend instead to live in my own little world while kneeling at Master's side awaiting his orders. I used to amuse myself by observing all manner of trivial details about people's way of speaking, the way they were dressed, the way they moved, the gestures they used, and so on. On this occasion I was also very interested in the Asian girl I could watch on the other side of the room as she served my Master. Her long black hair, her beautiful skin, her delicate body, and most especially her expressive dark eyes (which looked at me for long unbroken periods of time) were all intensely fascinating to me. Finally my attention was drawn back to the task I was engaged in when the man whose cock I had been sucking for a considerable time suddenly and without warning came in my mouth. I was a little surprised but after long experience I did not spill any of his cum and instinctively I looked up at him. When he nodded I quickly swallowed. I felt his viscous cum slide slowly down my throat and at the same time I noticed that Ming Ming was also in the process of milking my Master's cock. His approach was different since when he felt he was about to come he had taken his cock out of her mouth. Ming Ming was so quick to understand what was required of her for she immediately upturned her face and as he spurted into her open mouth she caught it all except for a tiny bit that dribbled down her chin. With fingers still wet with her own juices she carefully pushed the dribble of cum on her chin back into her mouth. I noticed she took the opportunity to also lick her fingers. Ming Ming held all of Master's cum in her mouth as she began to lick any excess from his cock. Then she opened her mouth to show him how full it was and he smiled his approval. Closing her mouth again Ming Ming knelt before him waiting for his instructions. Master just pointed at me. Immediately she began to crawl towards me still holding Master's cum in her mouth. Master made a signal to me that I was to crawl towards him. When I met Ming Ming in the middle of the room she got on her knees and took me in her delicate arms. Then she held my face with one tiny hand and tilted my mouth at an angle. I immediately understood what she wanted and as I looked up at her and once again gazed into her beautiful eyes I opened my mouth wide so she could transfer Master's cum from her mouth to mine. It was all done so gracefully and so erotically that I just flowed into her movements. I'm sure the sight of two naked slavegirls swapping a mouthful of cum must have been mesmerising to watch. I could see that Master was certainly watching carefully but the Asian men were behind me so I could only assume they were finding the sight equally entertaining. Ming Ming then placed her head beneath mine and opened her mouth to indicate that I should return the mouthful of Master's cum she had just given me. For a second I was tempted to swallow it as I had a tiny moment of selfishness when I felt that I didn't want to give my Master's cum away but would keep it for myself. Of course I knew that was silly and would spoil the exciting show the two of us were putting on for the men watching, so I gave Ming Ming back my Master's beautiful cum. Any initial reluctance I had was quickly forgotten as I began to see that Ming Ming was so pretty and sensual and I really didn't mind giving it to her. My change of heart was just as well since this time she did swallow it, making sure that everyone could see as she did so. Very cleverly she still kept a small part of it in her mouth. She showed this by letting it leak out a little over her lips before she licked most of it back into her mouth again. Slowly and very erotically, Ming Ming turned to me and gave me a long, wet kiss! I could taste Master's cum in her mouth so I kissed her back passionately. Despite looking so sweet and innocent she really knew how to kiss and I wanted to kiss her a lot more, but after a short while she pulled back a little and more cum leaked out over my lips and some began to run down my chin. Before I could react she began to lick it off my face and her little tongue felt so soft and sensual. Then she gave me another long, wet kiss but by now most of the cum in our mouths was gone. The little bitch must have swallowed what she had sucked out of my mouth and licked off my chin without me realising it. Before I could express any disappointment she licked her way down my body while at the same time gently pushing me to the floor. Very soon, and without being fully aware of how I'd ended up in that position, I found myself stretched out on the floor while Ming Ming rubbed her body against mine. She began to lick me all over starting with little kisses on my mouth, then licks to my throat and down to my breasts. She lingered over my pierced nipples and explored the small rings I had there with her tongue as if she was a blind slavegirl discovering the existence of nipple piercings for the first time. After a short time she licked down to my tummy and kept going until she reached my pussy. The feel of her tongue was delightful and I was in ecstasy. I spread my legs wide hoping her wonderful tongue would quickly continue its journey to my cunt but instead Ming Ming had found my clit bell. It seemed to fascinate her as she flicked it back and forth with her tongue making it jingle nicely. This caused my clit to go into spasms and it felt like my mind was about to spasm as well. I was so tempted to moan and really wanted to orgasm but knew I must not end our display too soon. To keep myself occupied and so I had some other focus besides the wonderful sensations from Ming Ming's tongue I put out my own tongue and began licking any part of her body I could reach. Her skin was so soft. I found that she didn't have any piercings but she did have a beautiful and very colourful tattoo of a dragon on her thigh and partly down one leg. There were also some Chinese characters just above her nicely trimmed pussy which still had a thick patch of pubic hair. When I saw her pink cunt lips just showing through her lovely black pussy hair I began to lap at her cunt gently until it started to open up like a rose. Then I lapped some more. Meanwhile, Ming Ming had finally moved past my clit bell and was also licking my already very wet cunt. We were in a kind of 69 position with each of us lapping at the other's pussy with long, languid strokes of our tongues. We continued like this until each of us had orgasmed several times and then Ming Ming sat up and pulled my head up to hers and began to lick her juices from my face. She was very gentle and very methodical, carefully cleaning up my chin, lips, nose and everywhere else. Then I did the same to her. As I cleaned my own juices from the face of this sweet little Asian slave she surprised me by whispering in my ear, "You taste so sweet!" With a shock I realised that she spoke English. I hadn't expected that. Maybe I would be able to talk to her after all, given the opportunity? By the time these thoughts had gone through my head she was finished cleaning me up. She kissed me again, just a quick peck, and then began to crawl the rest of the way back to her owner. I also crawled back to Master's feet with my head in a whirl and all my senses whizzing and popping like a fireworks display. I was speechless, but fortunately I didn't need to speak. Master just patted me on the head which I took to mean that he was happy with my performance. I suppose the display Ming Ming and I had just put on must have been highly diverting. Soon the men were talking again as if nothing had happened and it was obvious we were about to leave for lunch. Master told me to go and put on a dress (this meant nothing else) and also to bring him my leash. By the time I came back everyone was standing around ready to go. Ming Ming had her little dress back on and was kneeling at the feet of the man whose cock I had just sucked. He was holding her silver chain leash. I went to Master, knelt at his feet and handed him my leash. While I had always liked my leash it was nowhere near as delicate or beautiful as Ming Ming's. Master pulled me to my feet and I looked down at my fellow slavegirl as her owner attached her leash to her collar. He tugged gently on it and Ming Ming rose to her feet gracefully. Then we all went out the door and for the first time I saw that our visitors had arrived in a stretch limo. Apparently we were all going in their car as they had a driver who would look after it while we were at lunch and it was certainly big enough for all of us. I sat at Master's feet, still on my leash. Ming Ming sat at her owner's feet on the other side of the spacious seating section. We both looked at each other with curiosity but knew we were not allowed to speak. I was wishing that I could talk with her and find out more about her life and ask her all kinds of questions. Maybe we would get a chance to talk later. I hoped so. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 16 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 16 == As the limo pulled away from Master's house the Asian man who owned Ming Ming explained that he had already arranged that we would have lunch at a Chinese restaurant where he was well known. I still didn't know the name of either man who had come to visit us this morning and although I suppose Master already knew I didn't recall him addressing either man by his name. Most likely I was just not paying attention. Ming Ming's owner said that the food where we were going was very good, the service was excellent, and they were also very discreet. From where I sat on the floor at Master's feet I could not see where we were going so my thoughts as always wandered off on their own. I wondered why a restaurant would need to be *discreet* and for a moment I imagined that I was going to have to display myself obscenely in some way... I was not sure whether I felt more fear or excitement at such a prospect. I looked over at Ming Ming who was sitting near me on the floor but she appeared to be lost in her own world. Was it the fate of a slavegirl to live a life that was forever drifting between dreams and fantasies? It seemed that since I gave myself to Master my mind was constantly filled with erotic thoughts and delicious anticipation about what might happen to me next, since I never really knew what to expect. Most people think that a slavegirl is constantly being fucked or subjected to various kinds of sexual activity, but in reality there are long periods during which she is left to herself in between relatively short bouts of intense sexual or emotional stimulation. As a slave she has absolutely no control over her situation or what commands she will receive. This means that when not being used she is often just left to wait for further instruction and usually no alternative activity is specified. At home I would be able to occupy myself with housework or reading but at other times I was often left to my own devices for long periods. I have always enjoyed the feeling of powerlessness these contrasting aspects of my daily life engendered. I gradually learned to adjust my thinking to accept that as a slave my place was not to want or expect to be entertained or have my preferences considered at all. Instead a slave has to get her stimulation from whatever is to hand such as the feel of the floor on her naked body or the effect of the room temperature on her nipples or the constant awareness that at any moment she might she ordered to give herself to her owner or to someone of his choice. When everything you do is at the whim of another even the most mundane things have an erotic overtone. As a consequence of living in a world where everything was out of my control and my body was available to anyone on the orders of my Master I was almost always semi-aroused. So if, as often happened, I suddenly had a cock thrust into one of my holes or was otherwise used sexually without any prior warning it had come to seem perfectly normal to me and such events were just part of my life. While I was thinking about all this and we drove towards the restaurant I could still taste Master's cum in my mouth and I found myself thinking about the feel of Ming Ming's sensual lips on mine. As I sat there naked under my dress on the end of my leash I felt my whole body buzzing with some indefinable sexual arousal. My mind was reeling with a thousand and one images of all kinds but mostly about sex. I had no idea what would happen next, but whatever it was didn't really matter. I would obey. In between the waves of sensation that seemed to flow from my cunt and stream through my body at random intervals I also thought of all that had happened to me recently. As so often was the case my mind was a jumble of emotions, but most of all I wondered how Chloe was feeling and what thoughts were going through her mind. I had not thought much about my dear friend since I had arrived back at Master's house because at first I was so excited to see him again and more recently my mind had been almost totally preoccupied with thoughts of Ming Ming. Was I really such a slut that despite all the love I felt for Chloe and all that we had talked about and all that we had shared in recent days I was now struggling to remember the feel of her skin on mine? When I thought of skin to skin contact my immediate response was to remember how Ming Ming's soft tongue felt on my skin as she had licked every part of my body earlier today. It was a purely physical sensation and I had still not said a single word to her but the mere thought of her licking my nipples set off such strong emotions within me that I began to tremble with... I don't really know what, Desire? Arousal? In any case I was definitely very strongly affected. I had never experienced such a sense of connection with anyone so quickly and although I had known Ming Ming for only a very short time it was as if she was somehow a part of me I'd never known existed until now. Even though she had hardly looked at me and had not said a single word during the drive so far I still felt very close to Ming Ming and was totally content in her presence. By just sitting there serenely on her leash she made me more aware of my slavery in some indefinable way. Despite not having had the opportunity to talk with each other it was as if she had taught me the true meaning of acceptance simply by allowing me to observe the way she carried herself as a slave. Despite all the training Master had patiently given me over the last few years I still had so much to learn about myself, and although my desire for slavery had never been stronger I had only just begun to realise what it really involved. For a brief moment I desperately wanted to crawl the short distance to Master's feet and lick his boots while I sobbed and mewed to him that I adored being his slave, but I resisted the temptation as I knew it would not be appropriate just now. Instead I began to look around me and I noticed that we had already driven into the centre of the city. Looking up from my position on the floor I could just make out the tops of the taller city buildings through the limo's windows. I noticed that Ming Ming had also begun to stir out of whatever dreamy state had been occupying her mind. For the first time since we'd entered the limo she looked at me and when I noticed and turned to look at her she gave me such a beautiful smile that I fell in love with her right at that moment. I know because my pussy spasmed and I blushed like a schoolgirl. The limo sped down the city streets and after awhile we spiraled down a ramp and descended into an underground parking area. The men got out and ordered both of us slavegirls to climb out as well. We still each had a leash attached to our collars but no strangers were around and I assumed my leash would be removed before we went to lunch. I didn't mind being kept on a leash, but was still a little nervous about the stares I often got when paraded like that in public places. As I looked around I wondered why we were in such a desolate place and I couldn't see the entrance to anything that looked remotely like a restaurant. The driver must have been here before because he'd stopped in one corner of the car park where there was a lift I hadn't noticed at first. Apparently it went directly to the restaurant on an upper floor of the building as this establishment was not accessible from street level. It seemed to be a special kind of place which did not welcome the casual passerby. We entered the lift which was just big enough for all of us. I had expected that on the way up my leash would be removed but Master didn't seem interested in taking it off. I wondered how this would look when we got up to the restaurant but I had no choice anyway. Ming Ming was on the other side of the lift and the men were standing between us so I couldn't see her at all. When we got out at the floor where the restaurant was located there was a small foyer area and I saw a very ornate entrance with lacquered rosewood doors, old Chinese fans and other Oriental style decoration. Ming Ming's owner pushed a button near the door and it soon opened to reveal a slim Chinese woman wearing a red cheong sam. They spoke briefly in Cantonese and we were waved inside as the woman bowed politely. It felt strange for another woman to bow to me but I suppose she was really bowing to the men. The Chinese woman looked gorgeous in her traditional style dress with slits on each side that seemed to reach almost to her waist, but the staff seemed to be dressed in a modern style as all the waitresses wore short black skirts and stylish fitted white tops. They didn't seem at all surprised to see a group of men leading two girls on leashes and I got the impression that they'd seen such things before. Maybe they had! There seemed to be very few customers in the main room, and we were quickly shown through that part of the restaurant to a private room at the back. The private room was totally enclosed and had a separate door, so strict privacy was assured. It had a large round table in the centre of the room and there were some extra chairs on one side. Only now were our leashes unclipped and put on the table in full view of the waitresses who were fluttering around. They ignored our presence but fussed over the men, taking their coats and asking them if they wanted drinks. Before the men sat at the table Ming Ming and I were ordered to kneel in a corner of the room away from the door. The room was quite large and we were some distance from the men so I couldn't really hear much of what they were saying. Once I was able to sit and watch what was going on I noticed that the waitresses were being far more attentive than I had at first realised. The Asian men were openly fondling them as they discussed what would be served for lunch and it became obvious that not only food was on the menu. The two Asian men groped the girls quite brutally and soon had their tops unbuttoned so their breasts were accessible and from the position we were in on the floor I could see that the waitresses wore no underwear under their short skirts. It seemed that by booking a private room at this restaurant the girls were included as part of the meal but I noticed that Master was not joining the other men in groping the girls. He was not really the lecherous type and preferred relationships that did not end as soon as the paid time limit had clocked up but he seemed happy enough to enjoy the food, have a few drinks and talk with his business contacts. Ming Ming and I were left pretty much to ourselves. No one seemed to mind if I talked to her as long as we were quiet and the Asian men had plenty of attention from the "waitresses" to keep them busy. I found that Ming Ming's English was quite good and I soon discovered that she had grown up in a household where both Cantonese and English were spoken. I asked about her parents and she told me they'd died in a plane crash when she was very young and she had been taken in by distant relatives in Hong Kong who were quite wealthy. I was shocked by this revelation as I had not anticipated such an answer to my mundane question. I felt a little confused and I was unsure how to react since we had effectively only just met, despite our very intimate encounter earlier in the day. I stammered out that I was sorry to hear of her tragic loss and tried to change the subject by asking about her name. She explained that Ming Ming was not her real name as her full name was actually Chan Siew Ming. She told me that Chinese names were often shortened and that since Chan was her family name Ming Ming was a diminuative form of her given name of Siew Ming and that was the only way she was now addressed unless was just called Mui Tsai or "slave". I could see right away that she was a lovely gentle girl and as we talked I felt such a strong sense of connection with this exotic creature from another culture. I was already quite in love with her but was only now getting to know and understand the object of my emotions. She told me that because of the circumstances in which she had come to her new family she was seen by them as their property and that she was also under a deep customary obligation to serve and obey her elders. I already knew that in Chinese culture female children were not highly valued, and Ming Ming explained that in fact she was viewed as just an extra mouth to feed and as such she felt she was a burden. In her culture it was regarded as a charitable act to take in an orphan girl like her and so it was expected that she would show her appreciation by absolute obedience. Ming Ming said that in reality her position was that of a Mui Tsai and as such she had no rights at all despite her relationship by birth to her new family. The Cantonese term Mui Tsai literally translates as "little sister" but as I learned from her they were really a combination of housemaid and slavegirl and were expected to work long hours for no pay in return for their keep. While she could not hope to be considered worthy of marriage to anyone above her in social status (which was almost everyone) my new friend explained that she was considered to be a part of the family in the sense that she was owned by the family along with the other servants who had been born to those already in service. Normally each generation of family servants continued to be part of the household as long as they lived although some might be married off. As a slavegirl she did not even have the security of being a servant and my new friend explained that Mui Tsai were often used sexually by anyone in the family or even by guests and if times were hard were even sold into prostitution. She said that in her case although she had been taken in by relatives, their attitude was that she owed them a great debt which could only be repaid by devoted service and total acceptance of a life of absolute subjugation. I asked her how she felt about this as I was not familiar with this kind of slavery, having chosen my place in life as a result of my own inclinations. I'd never met anyone before who'd had no choice about accepting a submissive role. Ming Ming told me that she felt it was her duty to do whatever was asked of her and that she had never considered there was any other option. Initially she was not treated unkindly and was even given some education, a privilege not usually extended to Mui Tsai. But as she became old enough to help in the household she was expected to do so and gradually her life became indistinguishable from that of the other slavegirls owned by the family. The servants and other Mui Tsai became her only friends and from them Ming Ming learned to conduct herself as a slave and to accept her role of servitude. The lovely girl kneeling beside me explained that when she had grown into a young woman her Uncle had sent her away to be trained as a sex slave. She lived for several weeks with an old man who specialised in this kind of training and she was taught to please a man or woman, to accept strict discipline, and that her future role in life was to be a subservient girl who totally accepted whatever instructions she was given and was available for any kind of sexual use without question. Her culture had ingrained in her an innate desire to obey her elders or superiors and no Chinese girl would ever consider trying to evade this responsibility. Ming Ming said she accepted that she owed her relatives everything and that it was her duty to obey them absolutely; so it quite was unthinkable for her to ever have any intention of leaving them and living independently as would be normal in Western society. She might be sold or married off, but otherwise her place was to serve them. On previous visits to Hong Kong with Master I had observed the modernity, the wide use of the English language and the Westernised attitudes of many Hong Kong people. So my impressions were very different to what I was now hearing from Ming Ming. But since I did not speak Cantonese there was a limit to how well I could understand what was really happening around me and Ming Ming's story made me realise that beneath the veneer of Westernisation there was still a very traditional Chinese society which held to ancient values and practised some old traditions. I suppose it's true that casual visitors and tourists seeing any culture they are unfamiliar with really have no understanding of what it is like beneath the artificial veneer that is presented to outsiders in order to keep them at a distance or to avoid scrutiny. The gradual realisation that what I thought I knew about Hong Kong was really very superficial only deepened the interest I had in hearing what Ming Ming was telling me. She went on to say that Mui Tsai had been outlawed by the British during Colonial days and although the practice had largely fallen by the wayside in recent decades this was due more to changes in the way people lived these days in Hong Kong, rather than any change in thinking. In modern Hong Kong few could afford to lived in large households as had been common in earlier days, so there was really no need for slavegirls in most families. It was more likely they had a Philippino maid instead and they were often treated as a kind of slave even though that was strictly illegal. Among those who were wealthy enough there was still a use for real slavegirls and in the large houses that still existed away from the congested urban areas old Hong Kong families often retained the servants and Mui Tsai they had owned for generations. Even many Hong Kong people who could not even dream of owning a slave still accepted the concept and would not have been shocked by the existence of such an ancient tradition. Chinese culture is based on family obligation and this extends to those who serve a family out of long tradition. So in this sense the Mui Tsai still exist in Hong Kong today even though many people would not be aware this was the case. Ming Ming said that she had always been an obedient girl and she had readily taken to her new life. Because she was so young when she came to her new family she had never really known any other kind of existence. I could certainly understand her perspective and all that she told me was absolutely fascinating to me. In fact I was so involved in our conversation that I got a bit of a shock when a waitress suddenly appeared above us. She knelt down and handed me a plate of char siu bao (steamed roast pork buns) which Master had thoughtfully sent over. The waitress was quite pretty and as she knelt there I could see her pussy between her legs as her very short skirt was pushed up almost to her waist. She seemed to be very interested in looking at us as if we were some kind of exotic pets and in a sense that's just what we were. She patted us on our heads and said something to Ming Ming in Cantonese which I later found out meant, "Little Sister is so adorable. I wish I had an obedient little pet like you." The way she looked at Ming Ming I could see the waitress was hoping she might be able to play with the "adorable" little pet and maybe take her home... or at least push her head between her legs for a while. Ming Ming didn't seem offended by the very direct interest she was attracting, and as she continued cooing at her the waitress started to stroke herself and seemed on the verge of going further. I was a bit concerned that my opportunity to talk with Ming Ming was about to be interrupted. Fortunately the waitress was suddenly called away by one of the men at the table. Apart from wanting to be left alone with Ming Ming I was hoping to eat the buns the waitress had brought over while they were still hot. I hadn't had anything to eat since breakfast and I was very hungry. I couldn't guess how long it had been since Ming Ming had eaten and we both wolfed down the delicious food which disappeared into our stomachs very quickly. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 16 After eating we discovered we didn't have anything to wipe our hands on except the dresses we were wearing so I took Ming Ming's fingers and licked them clean. She giggled and did the same for me. Then we kissed the left-over sauce off each other's lips. What a beautiful way to keep ourselves neat and clean! I told Ming Ming that I'd like to take her dress off and wash her all over with my tongue but although she smiled very sweetly at my provocative remark Ming Ming said we had better not attract too much attention as she hoped we could talk for as long as possible without being disturbed any further. I asked her to continue her story and specifically what had happened when her Uncle had sent her to be trained as a sex slave. She told me that her training by the old man was very harsh as she had been beaten every day and taught to obey without question. She also said she didn't like the old man and was scared of him, but that he was not really cruel as his method was based on very old Chinese techniques designed to instill absolute obedience without hesitation. While she was willing to serve her Uncle sexually or do anything else he required she learnt from the old man to conduct herself as a slave and she felt that before her training she had only been a silly girl. After a month she was sent back to her Uncle and when she returned to his household she had crawled to his feet naked and with her head bowed and told him she was pleased to serve him as an obedient slave. During the year or two she had remained with her Uncle after her training she was kept in his room and no longer did any housework so she would be available for his use at any time. At night she slept at the end of his bed but would serve him sexually whenever required. Sometimes he had one of his concubines share his bed and Ming Ming would lay there during the night listening to their lovemaking. She said she liked to lie in the dark with her legs spread and masturbate while she heard the moans and sighs of the other woman. At times she was required to join them and serve both her Uncle and his woman. Occasionally she was given to a house-guest so they would not have to spend the night alone. It was considered hospitable to offer an honoured guest a slavegirl for their pleasure. It was in this way she had come to the attention of her current owner when he had visited her Uncle and eventually she had been given to him to settle a debt. I was quite shocked when she told me she had been effectively sold like an antique vase and that was how she had become her current owner's property as this was not the voluntary slavery to which I was accustomed. But after talking more to Ming Ming I began to understand that despite being sold into slavery and having a very different life to mine, in some ways her life was not that different at all. I was very impressed how totally accepting she seemed of her situation as Ming Ming didn't regret what had happened to her at all and considered slavery to be her fate. I asked her if she would escape if she could but this was not an idea that appealed to her since it went against everything she valued in her culture. Her view was that most people have to struggle hard to survive and although she was a slave she was provided for very well, travelled a lot, and lived a relatively luxurious lifestyle. Her owner, while selfish and demanding, was not mean or cruel to her. He allowed her to have books and he kept her in good health and had seen that she got medical attention when she was very sick a short while ago. She didn't think he really cared for her, and his concern was probably similar to the way you'd take your car to a mechanic if it developed mechanical problems, but she was glad that he did not mistreat her either. Then she said something that changed my view of her situation. Ming Ming told me that although she'd had no choice in the way her life had turned out she would not have wanted it any other way because she felt it was right for her. Even when very young she'd had childish dreams of serving a powerful man who would look after her and as she grew older she realised that she was by nature a submissive woman who actually enjoyed being a slave. Ming Ming said that even as a young girl she had always felt happiest when strictly controlled and that she enjoyed being taught her place as a slavegirl. It seemed that Ming Ming had very similar dreams and desires to those I'd always had! So it was no wonder that I immediately felt such a strong sense of connection with her. I must have sensed something in her when we first met even though we had not yet had the opportunity to talk. This was a real revelation to me as I'd never imagined that someone so apparently different and from a totally alien culture would have the same responses and desires I did. Although she didn't get to choose her owner as I had, Ming Ming said she didn't really mind as long as he was not abusive in a physical sense. Just like me she didn't want to be treated brutally but was attracted to a life of slavery in an emotional and psychological sense. It seemed that Ming Ming was more of a soul mate than I could have ever imagined given our totally different backgrounds. This gave me a lot to think about. I explained to Ming Ming about my recognition that we were so alike and after that it was very easy for us to talk together. We took care not to disturb the men as we didn't want this precious opportunity to end any sooner than it must. Fortunately the "lunch" went on for several hours as after the food was finished there seemed to be an endless stream of drinks being brought in to the room. The waitresses were extremely adept at flattering the Asian men, and while they didn't seem to mind being groped there was no actual sexual activity. The men seemed happy enough with all this, and I was delighted to be able to talk with Ming Ming quietly in our corner for a long time. She seemed very mature in her thinking for someone who as I found out was only 19. She was also very gentle and she absolutely loved sex. Ming Ming's passion for sex was such that she didn't mind what kind of sex it was, what else was involved, or who it was with, she just enjoyed all the sensations for what they were and she had no moral or any other inhibitions whatsoever. Ming Ming told me that she'd loved sex with other girls since she first discovered it years ago as a maid when she worked and slept with the household Mui Tsai. I was charmed when she said that licking my pussy and kissing me were the nicest things that had happened to her on this trip away from Hong Kong. Her claim sounded genuine to me as I had detected a real enthusiasm in her when we were giving our display at Master's house this morning. I felt so overcome by all that she'd told me that I couldn't resist kissing Ming Ming again and she responded so strongly that I was now sure that what she'd told me was the truth. We didn't dare to go so far as to get naked and fuck each other but I would really have liked to do so. I think she would have been happy to join in too, but we limited ourselves to just cuddling, talking softly, and sharing the occasional kiss. It was pure delight to be with her and I was thrilled to meet someone who seemed to have such similar feelings and responses to myself. One thing I asked her about was the meaning of the tattoos on her body. She told me that the pictorial one featuring a dragon was the mark of a slavegirl, and that it would be added to from time to time until it covered her entire body -- while the Chinese characters on her mons she said stood for "slave cunt." I was delighted to hear this, and told her that I too had these same words tattooed on my own body. Ming Ming smiled and said she had noticed this when she was licking me all over during our display. She was so observant! We had a lovely long talk, and I would have liked it to continue for even longer but after some time it became obvious that we would be leaving soon. Quickly, and before we were moved apart, Ming Ming and I said our goodbyes. We didn't know when we would get to talk together again so we kissed each other and we both had tears in our eyes. I wished Master would buy her as part of one of his business deals. She tried to reassure me by saying that if it was our fate to meet again, it would happen one day. Too soon the men rose from the table where they had spent the last few hours and came over to our corner. We were told to stand, our leashes were reattached and then we were led out of the private room and back through the restaurant. The bill was settled and the Asian men handed over some red envelopes for the waitresses and then we left. I assume this was some kind of payment for their services. We went back down in the lift as that appeared to be the only way out and down in the basement the limo was waiting for us. We all drove back to Master's house much as we had come except the Asian men were rather more animated after all they'd had to drink. I couldn't see much difference in Master but knowing him he probably paced his drinks in order to stay relatively sober. After much experience doing business in Asia he was well aware that it was unwise to give in to the temptation to have too much to drink and that he always needed to be fully aware of what was going on. It was this kind of self-discipline that reinforced my absolute trust in my Master. I never doubted that he would look after me so I never had any hesitation in following his orders no matter what they were. Ming Ming had been just as quiet on the way back as she was previously. But this time she was no longer lost in her own thoughts and kept looking at me. I could tell without her saying anything that she also felt a sense of connection with me. After our long talk and all the shared kisses and hugs we were like sisters. More than sisters in a way. I couldn't really say anything either, but I could sense her feelings from the sad but loving looks she gave me with her soulful eyes. When we reached Master's house the men stayed in the limo and we were dropped off at the door. Apparently all that was to be discussed or arranged had already been said at the restaurant and the Asian men did not need to come back inside. Consequently I was not able to say anything more to Ming Ming before they left, but I did give her a long yearning look as I climbed out of the limo and it seemed from the way she looked back that she was sad to see me go. I really hoped that we were fated to meet again, as she'd said. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 17 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 17 == As soon as we were inside the house I undressed as was my routine and I was quickly naked and on my knees where I belonged. I lovingly kissed Master's boots and these familiar rituals had the effect of bringing me back down to earth after all the emotions which had been running through my head since my encounter with Ming Ming. Instead of indulging myself with fantasies of being with her again I reminded myself that if she were in my place she would take her slave duties very seriously. I wanted so much to learn from her and I decided then and there to make an even greater effort to demonstrate a new and deeper commitment to my Master and to behave in every way as he would wish. I also felt that I should be thinking more about Chloe, especially as this was such an important time for her. I was well aware that at this very moment my dear friend was struggling with one of the most important decisions of her life, and I felt a little guilty that she had not been much in my thoughts so far today. I'd been quite distracted by other things during the last few hours as meeting Ming Ming had been such an exciting and interesting experience for me. I'd never previously met a fellow slavegirl from a totally different culture and I was still amazed at how we could be both so similar and yet so different at the same time. I don't know whether Master could tell my mind was full of mixed emotions as I busily licked his boots but I soon found out that although he had displayed commendable restraint throughout the lunch he was certainly not unaffected by all that had taken place. He suddenly bent down and attached my leash to my collar again. I did not usually wear it inside so I was a bit surprised and looked up at him from my lowly position. In response Master tugged on my leash and I obediently crawled after him. Once he was settled in his favourite chair I was ordered to get on my back on the floor and display myself for him. I knew this meant that he wanted me with my legs spread wide and I was to reach down and spread my cunt lips and look into his eyes. Master liked me to demonstrate that I was totally and completely open to him and ready and willing to be used in any way he wished. Sometimes he had me tell him what a slave slut I was and describe in vivid detail what I wanted to do for him in intensely degrading ways that my imagination never failed to conjure up. I liked this ritual and would allow my mind to wander into the darkest corners of my fantasy world in search of the most depraved and erotic ways of pleasing Master I could imagine, and frequently I shocked myself with just how disgusting the things were that oozed out of my dirty little mind. Master always found it very interesting to have me display not only my body but my innermost thoughts to him on command. This time I was simply told to masturbate until my cunt was very wet, but not to cum. Master knew me well enough by now to be able to tell when I was getting close to an orgasm so once it became obvious that was my situation I was told to stop. Now that I was nice and wet and all worked up Master pulled me up onto his lap. My wrists were tied together behind my back with some cord Master always had in his pocket for just this purpose, and I was ready to be fucked. Soundly and well, I fully expected. I was not disappointed. The day's activities had certainly given Master plenty of inspiration sexually, and he also seemed to be in a good mood following the negotiations with his visitors. He ordered me up on my feet and positioned me with my legs astride his, then he took his already hard cock out of his trousers and thrust up into my cunt as I sat down on his lap. I was already so wet that he slid in easily, and then it was my job to move up and down so that his cock slid in and out of me. Master liked to sit there and watch me while I fucked myself on his hard cock as I looked into his eyes and told him what a dirty little whore I was. Master knew exactly how to get me desperate to have him cum in me or on me, as he chose. He continued talking to me, using lots of verbal abuse which he well knew always got me excited. As I jerked erotically on his lap, impaling myself over and over again, he told me what a hot little cunt I was, how I was made to be a sex slave, how that was my destiny, and how he was going to enjoy watching me moan as I orgasmed over and over for him once he had given me permission to do so. At the same time he pulled on my nipples, watching me squirm as he carried on a running commentary on my efforts that made me even more aroused. I loved being told what a slut I was, and how he was going to make me sell myself while he watched and some other little bitch sucked his cock. Over time he had developed this idea as a way of arousing me since he knew it was one of my strongest fantasies. While making me tell him what a whore I was, he ordered me to fuck myself harder as he twisted my nipples between his fingers and occasionally slapped my face and urged me on. All this combined to send me into a frenzy where in my mind I was just a sexual object fucking itself for its Owner's pleasure and desperately mewing to be allowed to orgasm for him. Eventually I could feel by the slight convulsing of his cock within me that Master was about to fill me with his beautiful cum. At this point Master ordered me to get on my knees. From long experience I knew that Master especially enjoyed coming in my mouth, so without having to be told I knelt before him with my mouth open wide and my tongue extended. He jerked himself a few times and soon ropes of his cum were spurting into my mouth. I kept my mouth open until I was sure he was finished and then carefully sucked his cock clean. Master knew that I had not had an orgasm but I doubted he would not leave me in a state of unfulfilled excitement unless he wanted me to suffer such a torment for his amusement. I accepted that I existed for his pleasure alone and my own pleasure was of no real importance, but Master liked to have me cum for him and watching me spasm on command also added to his enjoyment. I knew he would probably take this opportunity to watch me do so while enjoying his own post-orgasmic state of bliss. He liked to combine his *afterglow* with the sounds of my passionate moans and cries, and I was already a quivering mass of female arousal. As I knelt there naked, tingling all over, with my cunt dripping and my mouth full of Master's cum, I awaited his instructions. Smiling down at me, Master told me that I could now swallow his cum and as I did so I was to finger myself to orgasm for him and not to stop coming until he ordered me to. I loved that he made me feel I was going to do this for him. It was not for me, but something I would do to please my Owner, for and at his pleasure. Of course I would enjoy it too. I was actually desperate to cum and longing to experience the surging waves of ecstacy crashing over me that I could feel towering above me ready to sweep me away into a sea of orgasmic oblivion. But I also knew that over and above my enjoyment I would be very conscious that I was showing my Master what a shameless little slut I was as I thrashed around moaning and mewing at his feet while I orgasmed repeatedly for him. I wanted to do that so much, and I knew that I would spread my legs and show him my wet cunt as my juices ran down my thighs for him. I knew that in between my moans and cries I would call out to him, and tell my Master of the honour I felt serving him in this way. All this would heighten the experience for me immeasurably and make it so much more than an expression of my own pleasure. As a slave I was not allowed to masturbate without permission and all my orgasms belonged to Master. I had been trained to give them to him on command at any time and regardless of circumstance. So when I came it was no longer purely a means of giving myself pleasure. Being allowed to cum was something Master allowed me as and when he felt so inclined and thoughts that my orgasms were a gift to him were always in my mind as I did so -- jumbled up with all kinds of other emotions, of course. Since I had *discovered* masturbation as a young girl and up until the time I met Master, I must have pleasured myself thousands of times. Mostly I did it alone and often as quietly as possible in case someone might hear. Although I felt no guilt about fingering myself or stimulating my little clit, I certainly didn't want anyone to know what I was doing or for anyone to hear my cries. So it was something I usually did late at night alone in my bed, or maybe early in the morning before my shower. Less often I might feel the urge during the day, but it was always a solitary activity. It was Chloe who first taught me to share my orgasms with another. We often masturbated together, either doing ourselves as we watched each other, or lying side by side and fingering each other's cunts until we both came. Afterwards we would hug and kiss each other and lick each other's wet fingers. Those experiences with Chloe were something very special for me. They gave me the confidence to orgasm with someone watching and listening, and also taught me to enjoy being observed as I thrashed around in total ecstasy. Chloe taught me that shared orgasms were wonderful. Later on, Chloe sometimes made me finger myself as I knelt between her legs and licked her cunt. I was not allowed to cum until she told me to, and that was always after she had come as many times as she wished. Then, as I still knelt before her and with my face covered in her juices, I would orgasm for her enjoyment. She would listen to my moans and tell me what a nasty little whore I was. These experiences taught me that my orgasms should give pleasure to others and not just myself. It also meant that I gradually became quite accustomed to spasming at her feet like the shameless little slut she liked me to be. When I met Master he trained me to orgasm on command and he also taught me that I was not allowed to have an orgasm without his permission. I still had lots of orgasms, but not when and as I wished as this was no longer my right. My girlish days of rubbing myself while I imagined all kinds of erotic fantasies were over. But I did not mind. Now I belonged to my Master and so naturally my orgasms belonged to him as well, just as much as my mind and my body were his totally. I had submitted to him without reservation so I obeyed him absolutely and that included when and if I orgasmed. I enjoyed having even my orgasms controlled and as a consequence they were much stronger and more powerful when I was allowed to have them. Being ordered to come only heightened the intensity for me. I was thinking about how my masturbation had gradually become something I gave to others rather than something I enjoyed for my own pleasure as I knelt there naked with my legs spread and rubbed myself for Master. I was in a haze of intense arousal which made everything seem almost surreal, but at the same time I was well aware of where I was and what I was doing. I am a naked slavegirl finger-fucking myself for my Owner's pleasure. I looked up at Master as he watched me exhibit myself shamelessly as I murmured "Master, please permit this cunt to come for you," over and over. My clit bell jingled as my fingers moved rapidly up and down my wet slit. I was an orgasmic little bitch who spasmed and moaned as I came, crying out, "Thank you, Master, for allowing this slut to cum for you!" I cried out many times as Master knew that once I had been brought to a peak of arousal I was capable of coming over and over until I stopped due to simple exhaustion. If I could have I would have continued to climax indefinitely, but after maybe five or six orgasms in a row, I was so drained that I simply couldn't go on. Master had taught me that I would give him every orgasm I had in me until I was unable to offer him any more. Then I was allowed to lick my fingers clean as he watched. When I had given him everything that even a hot little slut like me possibly could, I lay there panting gently for a minute or two until I could collect myself. Then I told him in detail what had been going through my mind as I masturbated for him. Master liked to know what had come into my head while I was in a state of intense arousal and as I belonged to him I wanted to share even my deepest and most depraved thoughts as a means of showing that I was totally open to him. All the while I lay there with my legs still spread wide and looked up into his eyes. Finally at a signal from him, I crawled to Master's feet and kissed them as I thanked him again. Eventually he reached down and patted me on the head and told me I was a good girl. Actually I was one very happy little slut girl with a rather sensitive and well-rubbed cunt! By now it was late afternoon and time for me to prepare dinner. Still tingling and with my head full of clouds I went into the kitchen. This was my routine and Master rarely varied things just because I had given him a whole heap of orgasms a few minutes earlier. He went off to have a shower and attend to a few business matters such as emails that had come in while he'd been otherwise occupied during the day. I set the table as dinner cooked in the oven and thought about what had happened with Ming Ming. I also wondered how Chloe was feeling right now. I had been so busy today that I'd not had time to think much about my dear friend Chloe. When she had come into my thoughts I was aware that I missed her but beyond that, I didn't know exactly what I felt because everything was so up in the air. I wished I could rush back to her and say all kinds of things, but in reality I had said all I could already, and it was only a day or so since I'd last seen her. Mostly I wished I knew what conclusions she had reached concerning my proposal. Probably Chloe was still mulling over her options, such as they were. While I was impatient to know what she was going to do, of course I wanted her to consider things very carefully and take as much time as she wanted before reaching any decision. I would just have to wait. Dinner was almost ready when Master came into the kitchen and sat at the table. He never told me what I should prepare as I already knew what kind of things he liked. My own preferences did not matter, but he allowed me to run the kitchen fairly much in whatever way I wished as long as the end result was to his liking. He sat and read through the daily newspaper as he waited for me to serve his dinner. I put the plate in front of him and knelt down at the side of his chair. I was not allowed to sit on a chair without permission, and usually I only sat at the same height as Master when he took me out somewhere like a cafe or restaurant. Even when guests were at the house my place was on my knees unless told otherwise. I knelt there and put my head on his feet. Master ignored me for a while as he began to eat. He was not really ignoring me, and I didn't expect any immediate response as I was sure he was well aware that his little pet was curled up at his feet. In our world this was a scene of utmost domestic bliss: Master eats the dinner prepared for him by his devoted slavegirl, while she lies curled up naked at his feet thinking her slavegirl thoughts. I was always blissfully content at such times. After awhile Master reached down and put a small side dish containing some food from his plate on the floor next to me. I stayed on my hands and knees as I ate directly from the dish. It was not a lot but it was enough to keep me from being hungry. Sometimes he would feed me an extra treat off his own plate and I'd eat that from his hand and lick his fingers clean afterwards. I was not exactly on a diet but in effect I rarely ate a large meal and might only have one or two small meals most days apart from the cum he often fed me in between. Master liked to joke that all the semen I swallowed contained enough vitamins and minerals to keep me going. Perhaps it did. For all I knew it was the perfect diet. It certainly kept me slim and I was rarely sick so obviously I got sufficient nutrition overall. I liked to think that Master was looking after my health and well-being by keeping me on a diet of scraps and cum in the same way as he looked after me in every other sense. When dinner was over Master liked to retreat to his favourite chair in the living room with the paper or a book and an after-dinner glass of red wine while I cleaned up and put everything away. Once my kitchen duties were complete I was allowed to join him. I would crawl out of the kitchen and over to where he was sitting. Usually I would nuzzle him a bit like the pet he had trained me to be, and if I got no response I would curl up at his feet and wait for Master to tell me when he was ready to engage with me. This was the time when I knew Master would allow me to talk with him about whatever was on my mind. Sometimes we discussed what was in the news or I could ask him to talk with me about any topic that had come into my head during the day or ask him to explain something that I had been wondering about. He knew I needed intellectual stimulation in the same way I needed to be fed so our discussions were often about politics, philosophy, literature or the arts as much as they were about more personal matters. Whatever the subject I always enjoyed our diverse and stimulating conversations at the end of the day and this was a favourite time for me. I was sure Master also enjoyed these times as often we could not converse much during the day. My routine duties such as cleaning the house, washing, making sure he had shirts ironed, changing the bed, cooking, and so on, took up much of each day. In what spare time I had I'd sometimes read or use the computer while he worked in his office. Unless Master had called me to him and given me instructions or required my attention in some way (such as to suck his cock) we did not really need to talk much. If I had something I wanted to ask him about or request permission for I'd usually wait until this time after dinner as I knew that then Master would be relaxed and able to give his attention to what I wanted to say. If I wished to do so, I could also ask Master about anything that I had been wondering about or that I wanted to discuss with him, and this was when I could talk about my feelings and reactions to anything he had ordered me to do during the day or anything that was bothering me. Master expected absolute obedience, but if I was conflicted or concerned about anything he instructed me to do I could ask him about it later. First I would obey and later at the appropriate time I could ask him about it if I wished. That's not to say that he allowed me to question his orders. I knew that was not an option as I had given my submission totally on the understanding there were no limits to what would be required of me, and I was happy with that. But it was still good to talk things over sometimes. Tonight my mind was full of thoughts about what I'd experienced today with Ming Ming and I was also concerned about Chloe. Master already had a very good idea what I was thinking but I didn't know if he realised how strongly I'd responded to Ming Ming. I told Master that I had been really surprised by how much Ming Ming had affected me. I told him about our conversation at the restaurant, and also that I felt a deep sense of connection with her despite the fact that we were from totally different cultures. I even mentioned that we had the same words tattooed on our bodies (although hers were in Chinese characters). Master didn't know about the tattoo, but he had noticed that Ming Ming and I seemed very attracted to each other. Jokingly I told him that perhaps he could buy Ming Ming from her owner and that she could come and live with us. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 17 Master understood that although I was making such a remark mostly in jest there was also an element of truth behind what I'd said. He told me that I was a greedy little whore who wanted to recruit another slavegirl before he'd even had a chance to train Chloe. And he reminded me that I'd said I'd never ask him for anything again if he would accept Chloe as his slave. It was impossible to avoid the truth in what Master said, but it seemed that I had become used to sharing Master with other slaves ever since I'd begun to recruit young submissive girls for him to give brief training sessions years ago. We'd had many such experiences and I'd enjoyed being able to watch him with other sluts, and sometimes I was allowed to share them with him. Now he'd agreed to take Chloe as well, which was a big step as previously the other girls had merely been an occasional indulgence for a few hours or a day or so at most. I'd suggested he acquire another full time slavegirl on the understanding that this would be my last request of him, and now I was asking him to acquire yet another slave! Even though I was only half serious about him buying Ming Ming, he obviously knew that I had a thing for her. Maybe he'd been watching us together at the restaurant earlier today more closely than I'd realised. I had been so focused on Ming Ming most of that time it was quite likely he'd observed me more than I knew. Naturally Master was aware what a little slut I was so he would not have been surprised that I was shamelessly adoring my fellow Asian slavegirl. Even on the way back in the limo the looks between us had spoken volumes although we'd not said a word. It was hard for me to get anything past Master because he knew me so intimately. I confessed to Master he was right, and that I'd love to have Ming Ming with me all the time even though I was also hoping Chloe would decide to join us. I told him that the strength of my reaction had been quite a shock to me since I was not expecting it. I also admitted to him that I was a dirty little whore as I wouldn't mind if he had ten slaves as long as they were all like Chloe and Ming Ming. Master laughed at my foolishness. He told me I certainly was a little whore as it seemed that I wanted to be fucked while I licked pussy 24 hours a day, but I couldn't even cope with five or six orgasms at a time just this afternoon. He added that he had enough to cope with already if Chloe was going to join us. I knew that Master was right. Even though I was being only half serious about Ming Ming, it was true that I was in love with her after only having met her for the first time this morning. I never felt any embarrassment at admitting even my darkest and most perverted thoughts to Master, but I did feel a bit red-faced at how foolish and fickle my slavegirl heart must make me appear. I told Master he should beat some sense into me, and said I knew he had already shown he was willing to give me more than I had ever dreamed possible by accepting Chloe. Why was I such a foolish slave and why was I so attracted to other girls who were submissive like me when I already had a very full life serving my Master? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Master pulled me up and sat me on his lap. He smoothed my hair and wiped away my tears. He kissed me and told me that I was a complex little cunt, and that I never ceased to amaze him at times but he would not want me to be any other way. He also told me I was very special and that it didn't matter about my girlish fantasies and passionate nature because he knew what I was when he accepted me as his slave. In any case he would decide what would happen and what I wanted didn't really matter. I smiled when I heard that and hugged Master tight and buried my face in his neck. Everything was alright and I didn't need to concern myself with such nonsense. He would look after me and at least I could tell Master everything. So I said that while I couldn't help loving Ming Ming right away, I belonged to him and knew that he would decide what was best. Despite already having given myself an emotional roller-coaster ride from tears to gratitude, I was even happier when Master told me that it was possible I might see Ming Ming again. It seemed that whatever deal Master had made with Mr. Ho (which was apparently the name of the Asian man who owned Ming Ming) there were plans for a further meeting. Apparently no exact date had been decided but they were intending to meet again in a few months time to further discuss Master's business interests. It could involve Mr. Ho coming back here or the meeting might be in Hong Kong, but apparently further contacts were planned and hopefully that would give me the chance to see Ming Ming again in the not too distant future. I was overjoyed to hear about Master's plans and even more grateful to him for telling me about this because he did not normally discuss his business activities with me at all. Then I had another thought and my heart lurched again! In a few months Chloe might be with us and I didn't know if Master would take both of us if the meeting was in Hong Kong. I was tempted to cry again, but I knew Master's patience was not infinite so I bit my lip. I climbed off Master's lap and knelt at his feet with my head on the floor to indicate my submission to him. Thinking of Chloe had reminded me that I also wanted to talk with Master about her. I looked up and told him that I'd been wondering how my dear friend was and what she was thinking. Despite the recent and unexpected feelings I'd discovered for Ming Ming of course Chloe was still very much in my heart. She was almost a part of me and without her I don't know where I would be now. If I had not met my closest friend and found that I was not the only one who felt the way I did, I doubt I'd ever have had the courage to seek out a Master. Without Chloe who had taught me so much about myself, I might very well have decided that I was truly some kind of freak like my first boyfriend had seemed to think. Quite possibly I would have spent my whole life too afraid and too ashamed to ever again let anyone know how I felt. I'm sure that there are submissive women out there who are unable to be open to anyone about what must seem to them to be the sick and depraved fantasies that constantly creep into their minds. Maybe they think there is something wrong with them and would never dare to try and live out their innermost desires. I said to Master that I wished I could be there for my dear friend while she wrestled with such an important decision, especially as I felt responsible for putting her in that position. I wondered if I should be there to hold her and share with her the many doubts and questions she must have. I don't think I'd previously realised just how much I was asking of Chloe as I was probably too focused on wanting her to join me in a life I'd chosen apart from her years ago. It now seemed to me that it was not really fair to leave her to struggle with such a life changing choice all on her own. Master understood how I felt, but he told me that this was a decision only Chloe could make and that she had to reach it in her own way. Then he said something that stopped my meandering thoughts in their tracks and made me sit up and take notice. Master said that although it would not be right for me to interfere in any way with Chloe's need to make such an important decision herself, he had been thinking that it might be better for me to go back and be with her at this crucial time. Master immediately noticed the effect these words had on me, and he quickly added that if I was to go back to be with Chloe my orders were that I was not to put any pressure on her to come to the decision I wanted as it was her right to decide as she felt best. Master added that he was also concerned that while Chloe must make this final decision herself it must be hard for her to be all alone at such a difficult time. Since he did not think it was right to ask Chloe to come here before she had made her choice he was wondering about sending me back to her as a companion. I was stunned by this unexpected turn in Master's thinking, but I knew better than to speak too soon and express my thoughts without being asked for them. I was used to Master sometimes thinking out loud and was aware that just because he was verbally exploring one particular option this did not necessarily mean it would be his final decision. Sometimes his thought process continued to weigh up other options and the first idea he expressed was not always the one finally adopted. So I sat there while he talked out his ideas and silently hoped that he would allow me to be with Chloe again soon. I instinctively knew that this was what I wanted and I was sure Chloe would be happy to have me back. But I said nothing. Master could see that I was watching him intently, but he was used to discussing things in front of me without any of my input and then, having decided, he would simply tell me what I was to do. I never attempted to persuade him one way or the other. If he wanted my opinion he would ask for it. He rarely did so, and even if he did he would often decide the opposite to what I'd requested. So I thought it best to keep quiet. I would obey anyway, regardless. As if talking out his thoughts with me as a silent audience had made it easier to assess the logic of one option as compared with another, Master took a final sip from his wine glass and told me that indeed he had decided it would be best if I was to return to Chloe and be with her while she made this important decision. Looking at me sternly he said that I was to let her think through her options for as long as she wished and that I was just to be her companion and comfort -- not her advisor. I knew Master was right, but I also felt that it would be hard to just be with her and leave Chloe to make such a crucial decision on her own. However I knew that really there was no other choice. I told Master I would be patient and I thanked him for allowing me to spend some more time with Chloe. I told him that I felt it was very important for my friend and I to be together at this time, and that as a result of the few days I'd spent with her recently it seemed to me that the feelings we had for each other were now stronger than ever. I told Master that the depth of the bond between Chloe and myself was such that I did not need to say anything to encourage Chloe to make any particular choice and I would make it clear to her that the decision was hers alone. I also told Master I would accept whatever the outcome was, and regardless of what happened I still wanted him to take another slave and allow me to further explore my darkest desires in submission to him. He reached down and took my head in his strong hands. I looked up at him and felt his dominance so powerfully that I couldn't find the words to express what I was thinking. He knew anyway, and told me so by slapping me in the face and then pulling me towards him by my hair and kissing me passionately. Neither the slap nor the hair pulling were really painful, but his kiss burned through my soul like acid. He hadn't said when I would return to Chloe and I didn't ask. When he wanted me to go he would tell me and I would obey. As a slave I had no choices so I was used to just allowing events to develop without needing to always know exactly what would happen and when. I went about my usual routine duties and waited to be informed of what Master wanted me to do. I was very aware that Chloe had said she would phone Master when she'd made a decision so every time the phone rang I wondered if it was her. There were one or two phone calls that night, but none were from Chloe, and in a way I was not surprised as it was probably too soon to expect she would have reached any conclusion. I would as patiently as was possible for an impetuous little cunt like me. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 18 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 18 == Late that night Master ordered me to put on a dress. He didn't say why. It never even occurred to me to ask why as I understood it was not my right to know what his reason was, but I was sure he was going to take me back to Chloe. It was not only that I rarely wore any clothes at home, but following our after-dinner conversation I was aware that he had shut himself in his office and talked on the phone for a long time. This in itself was unusual as Master rarely did business after dinner, and following our talk about Chloe I was sure he would want to speak with her before deciding to send me back. So I assumed he had phoned her. As I put on a simple dress all kinds of thoughts swirled through my mind. My heart was beating wildly. It only took a few seconds to prepare myself as instructed, but it seemed an eternity before I was able to present myself to Master on my knees and find out what his intentions were. I put my head down at his feet as a sign of my absolute submission, and by making this gesture I knew he would understand that I was ready to do whatever he expected of me without further discussion. Without a word Master walked towards the front door and I crawled behind him. At the door he instructed me to get up and climb into the front seat of his car. He did not attach my leash which strengthened my feeling that he was taking me to Chloe. If we were visiting friends he would normally keep me on a leash, at least initially. We soon drove off and from the direction he took I was now certain we were headed to Chloe's house. In the dark I smiled and felt a sense of elation that I would once again be with my dear friend, but I knew better than to say anything. If Master wanted to know what I was thinking he would instruct me to tell him. It was not a long drive, but after a few minutes of companionable silence Master said he knew I was very happy that he'd decided it would be best for me to be with Chloe until she made her final decision. It was a statement and not a question, so I said nothing. He added that I was to conduct myself in a way that would please him, and that as he had mentioned during our discussion earlier in the evening I was not to discuss Chloe's decision with her no matter what she said to me. To be sure I understood, he repeated that I was only there to be Chloe's companion and to comfort her. I was NOT (he emphasised) to discuss her decision with her in any way. Again he did not ask me if I understood. I knew he felt if I was given an instruction I would obey without question. So it was not a matter of whether I agreed or not, but given the serious look on his face I thought it best to tell him I understood completely and would obey him absolutely. He smiled then and told me that he was sure I would do so. Given that I was such an emotional girl, however, Master knew it would be better if I had an outlet for my feelings. To this end, he further instructed me that I was not only to be Chloe's companion but also her toy. I knew what this meant, but to be perfectly clear Master explained that once I was with Chloe I was to remain naked and express myself sexually in the most degrading and depraved manner possible as much as possible. He thought this would keep me busy and lessen any temptation to talk too much. I knew he was right. I promised myself I would be an especially obedient slavegirl during whatever time it took for Chloe to reach her decision. Master fully realised that this would not be easy for me as he knew my nature very well, but I was determined to carry myself in the way he would expect. I thought briefly of Ming Ming and how she would feel it was her duty to obey. I smiled again to myself at that thought, but my feelings were already very much focused on Chloe. I wanted to be there for her as never before during this especially important time. Unusually Master began to talk to me about the phone conversation he'd had with Chloe. Normally he didn't discuss what he said to others with me at all. As a lowly slave it was not my concern to know what he had arranged or what discussions had been involved prior to any decisions he made for me. My duty was to obey without question. It was very important to me that I show my obedience in every way so while we often talked about things Master almost never told me why he had made a particular decision. Since it was so rare that he explained anything I was very interested to hear that I was correct in thinking he had talked to Chloe on the phone. For a start it was a much longer call than usual, although that didn't mean much by itself. But when Master came out and told me to put on a dress I had been very excited. While he told me about his talk with Chloe I listened very attentively. I realised he was telling me about their conversation so I would understand very clearly what he expected of me. He said I was to allow Chloe to chatter away as much as she wished, as she was inclined to do, but I was to keep my thoughts completely to myself. Master said that he'd also made it clear to Chloe that he was not phoning her to discuss her decision one way or the other. What he said he'd told her was that he wanted it to be her choice and she had to reach a conclusion on her own, but he'd explained that he thought it would be good for her if she had my company. He said he'd asked if she would like that, and he'd explained that if he sent me back to her I would be under very strict instructions not to discuss her decision in any way. Other than that, I could stay with her as long as she wanted, and she could use me in any way she wished. Without saying exactly how their conversation had gone, Master added that the outcome was that Chloe said she'd be very happy to have me with her. He said that she'd taken some time off work and was not seeing anyone for a few days so she could spend time on her own, thinking things over. She'd said it would be good to have her closest friend with her, especially as I knew exactly what she was going through. So they had agreed that he would return me to her on that understanding. I smiled to myself as I thought how wonderful it was of Master to nor only anticipate my desires but to also think of what would be best for Chloe at this delicate time. Master went on to inform me that on the basis that I was under Chloe's complete control she would decide everything for me while I was away from him. The only exception was his instruction that I not discuss her final decision with her. That instruction would remain paramount no matter what Chloe said about it. Master looked at me again and I nodded. He looked unconvinced. "I will obey, Master," was all I said, but I could see that he was now satisfied I understood his wishes. Just then we drove up outside Chloe's house. I could see that the light at the front door was on, so she was expecting me. Master told me he felt it was better if he kept a low profile as far as Chloe was concerned until after she had made her decision so he would not come in. I looked into his eyes for a long time, then I took his hand and kissed it. I knew that the next time I saw him I would know what decision Chloe had made but that I would have no part in that decision. I also knew that Master was putting a lot of trust in me as Chloe's decision was also very important to him. He smiled at me, and without another word I got out of the car and went towards the door of Chloe's house. Once I was out of sight of the street due to the bushes and trees in Chloe's garden, I took off my dress. I was sure Chloe would want me naked and Master had instructed me to present myself in the most sexual way possible so I knelt just in front of the door wearing only my collar and knocked softly. I felt quite secure kneeling there naked as I knew Master was still parked on the street nearby and would not drive away until he saw I was safely inside. He could not see me but he would be able to see the light through the door when it opened. And he would know I was safely inside when he saw the door close. As I waited for Chloe to come and get me, I thought how strange that everything seemed to have changed so much even though it was a relatively short time I'd been away. Had the circumstances really changed that much? Perhaps it was having some time away, being able to talk with Master about my feelings, or meeting Ming Ming... or maybe a combination of all those factors. I wondered if it was I who had changed or if I was just imagining things... Before I could think about my feelings any further the door opened and I looked up to see my dear friend Chloe standing there. She was smiling down at me, but I was surprised to see that she too was naked. Of course she was often naked around me, but usually she started out wearing something and kept me naked to emphasise the difference in the power balance between us. She knew that I liked to feel that my place was subordinate to hers, so she normally kept me naked and at her feet much of the time. I tried to imagine why Chloe was naked but before I could reach any conclusion she indicated that I should come in. As I crawled behind her into the house I could hear Master drive away. I looked up at Chloe's cute arse and followed her towards the kitchen at the back of the house. Even though we were both naked I still felt that she was in charge of me so nothing had changed in that respect, but I sensed that things were somehow different. I was still puzzling over all this when Chloe reached the kitchen and turned to face me. I crawled the small distance between us and bent my head to lick her feet. I wanted to show Chloe that although she was considering joining me in slavery I was still subservient to her and Master had instructed me to degrade myself at any opportunity while I was with her. I knew Chloe would understand my gesture and she let me lick her feet for quite a while, but when I glanced up at her now and then I saw a puzzled look on her face as if she was thinking of something else. Eventually she bent down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me to my feet. I stood there for a moment while Chloe looked at me in a strange way, then suddenly she thrust her hands between my legs. Such a gesture was quite normal in my experience as Chloe or Master often checked that way to see if I was aroused, but it quickly became apparent Chloe was not going to push her fingers up into my cunt to check how wet I was. Instead she quickly found my clit bell and grasped it firmly in her hand. While still looking at me very intensely, Chloe gently jiggled the bell and listened to the gentle tinkling sound it made. Suddenly I realised what this was all about! Chloe must have heard my clit bell as I crawled behind her or as I was licking her feet. I had already become so accustomed to the sound I was hardly aware of it anymore. But I didn't have the clit bell last time Chloe had seen me, and she must have been wondering what the sound was that it made whenever I moved. Suddenly Chloe pulled me into her arms and kissed me passionately. I thrilled to feel her nipples pushing against my breasts, and I loved the sensation of her pussy against my thigh. It was wonderful to feel her body up against mine, and the way she was kissing me was very different to her usual greeting. Often she would slap me in the face before pushing my head down between her legs and make me lick her to an orgasm or two before so much as saying "Hello." It was Chloe's way of establishing who was in control and I loved the way she would so effortlessly put me in my place right away. This time it was if she was welcoming me back more as an equal. Even though, as far as I knew, she had not yet formally decided to join me in slavery, it was as if just the fact that she was considering doing so had changed things between us. I wasn't sure how I felt about this as we had never had an equal relationship in all the years we'd known each other. Then Chloe put her hand back between my legs and instead of stroking my pussy as usual she gently flicked the little bell back and forth a few more times. Looking into my eyes Chloe said a single word. "Want." Instantly I understood what she meant. It was not just the word but also the yearning sound in her voice when she said it. Obviously Chloe was telling me she wanted a clit bell too. But it was more than that. Much more. It gradually became clear to me what was different about Chloe and why she had reacted as she had. She not only wanted a bell... she also wanted to be in my position. She was well aware that the bell was not some kinky jewelery in which I had indulged myself, rather it was something that Master had done to me and without consulting me at all of course. She wanted to be in that position. Previously, even though we were both submissive and shared everything, there was always an unspoken understanding that she was in charge and that I would accept whatever way she wished to treat me. I also wanted it that way, as it always felt more comfortable for me to let Chloe make decisions for me. I liked the way she humiliated and degraded me for her own pleasure, even while in every other way we were best friends and each other's most trusted confidante. But I could sense that something had changed, and now I had an idea of what it was... although I still wasn't sure exactly how this change was going to influence her decision. I suddenly needed to find out. I let Chloe kiss me as much as she wished, but when she pulled back momentarily I sank down to my knees and looked up at her. It seemed that Chloe was torn between her usual dominant response and something else -- something I could not quite put my finger on. I could see that her strongest instinct was still to dominate me but at the same time she seemed less certain of her role. Before she could fully decide what she wanted, I leaned back and lay on the floor at her feet. I knew that I needed to seize the moment and establish that I was her slut, regardless of whether she wanted to be more equal with me as she considered giving herself in slavery. Slowly, without taking my eyes off hers, I spread my legs and reaching down I began to masturbate. I knew she understood what I was telling her as it was something I'd done many times before. Often I'd start to masturbate myself when I was with her, and I always made it clear that it was something I did for her pleasure rather than mine. So she knew very well that as I stroked myself while she watched I was telling her that I loved her and wanted to orgasm for her. When I spasmed in ecstacy I would call her name and thank her for allowing me to cum for her. This was a little ritual that we had developed over many years. By repeating it now I was letting her know that nothing had changed as far as I was concerned, and I was as much her submissive slut as ever. Although she looked a bit uncertain, Chloe stood there and watched as I brought myself off for her. She was especially intrigued by the continuous tinkling of my clit bell, and she watched my fingers stroking away between my spread legs as if it was something she had never seen before. Usually I orgasmed two or three times in succession. This time, after my first orgasm, Chloe sat on a kitchen chair, and facing me with her eyes locked on mine, she began to stroke herself as well. Neither of us said a word. In the past when I masturbated for Chloe she would sometimes join in. But it was always from a position of superiority. She as my Mistress would pleasure herself while I jerked myself off for her pleasure, not mine. It always ended with me thanking her for the priviledge while she might be wiping her pussy-juice coated fingers on my face and lips or making me lick them clean. It was clear who was the one getting all the pleasure and who was serving who (even though as far as I was concerned I got an enormous amount of pleasure debasing myself for my friend in this way). Now I noticed that Chloe seemed to be trying to join me in my subservience. Nothing was said but the look on her face, and particularly the look in her eyes, was different. She was not being the Mistress figure I loved to serve. And even though she was not yet a slave she made me very aware that we were both jerking ourselves off *together* and she was not seeing herself as above me. This was a new experience for me. While the subtle and so far unexplained shift in the way we were relating puzzled me a little, I was too aroused and too busy being the slut Master had instructed me to be to think about it much. Soon we were both sighing and moaning as we came for each other. I suddenly realised that this was the thing that was different. For the first time I was not just doing myself for Chloe (although I still felt that way about it), but somehow her response meant that instead we were doing it together. I didn't want to feel her equal. I didn't know how to feel that way and it wasn't a feeling I was comfortable with. But strangely I felt we were BOTH unequal and that for the first time I could see her reacting as a submissive while I masturbated for her, rather than taking my display of sexual submission as a tribute and something that set us apart. She was not looking at me as a dirty little whore who wanted to mew and beg at her feet while calling out her name in abject submission. Instead she was looking at me as a woman who understood how I felt and knew why I wanted to display myself so obscenely... and, crucially, she wanted the same! As we both convulsed for the second or third time, our moans and cries blended together and created a strange bond between us. It was something unspoken but very real. It was something neither of us could have explained, or wanted to discuss, but it was very real nonetheless. And it was not exactly what I had imagined when Master gave me my instructions, but I felt it was alright if we both spent a lot of time being as slutty as possible as that meant we would not have the energy to discuss things too much. By now I felt almost totally drained and it was hard for me to get my arms or legs to move, much less co-ordinate, but I had a strong desire to make it clear to Chloe that I however much our life paths were about to intersect, I was still (literally) beneath her. I had an enormous desire to show her that I was a lower thing, and that no matter how much she might want to accept my life of slavery, I was sinking even deeper into an abyss of nothingness. With what seemed like my last bit of strength I dragged my sweaty, naked body over towards where Chloe sat slumped on the kitchen chair. Her hand was still draped over her now swollen pussy lips but it hardly moved as she had already stroked herself almost into oblivion. I knew what I wanted, and with a last bit of energy I got from somewhere purely out of desperation I moved my head between her legs. Chloe hardly noticed what I was doing. I saw her distracted gaze for a moment more and then I was beneath her and unable to look into the eyes I loved so much. Having finally got myself into position, I reached up and pulled Chloe's body down on top of me. It was not too difficult to drag Chloe off the chair as she seemed not to have much control over her own legs either, and with a gasp she slid downward so that she was squatting over my head. I reached out with my tongue and managed to thrust it into her sweaty arsehole. It tasted so sweet to me that soon I was lapping away. It seemed that Chloe responded by slipping down a little further so that I was more easily able to thrust my tongue deeper into her arse, but I was so overwhelmed by a feeling of being a dirty little whore who loved to lick her Mistress' arsehole that I couldn't keep any other thoughts in my head. I was instantly swooning with delight or sensual overload -- or maybe both. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 18 As I lapped at her sweet, sweaty hole I began once again to masturbate, and soon I was doing myself with an energy I had thought was beyond me while I simultaneously licked Chloe's arse. I felt the most delicious ecstacy rising through my body. It was if my strength had returned after being spasmed away by my previous orgasms. Amazingly, Chloe also seemed to be stirred anew by my efforts as she began stroking herself again as well. I was thrilled that she would allow me to serve her in this most degrading way. Both of us seemed to spin off into an orbit entirely out of any control by my dear friend much less my filthy tongue-thrusting whorish self. I felt transported into some other realm. One which consisted of nothing but intense pleasure, and I wanted to stay there forever. Like all good things, this last burst of energy eventually came to an end. It was a panting, moaning end as Chloe and I collapsed into a final orgasmic heap. Neither of us was able to untangle ourselves for a long time. Only the occasional lick or kiss to whatever part of either of our bodies was within reach distinguished us from those very recently deceased from heart failure or some equally sudden but total demise. As a matter of fact I lay there for quite a while wondering if I was dead and had gone to Heaven. The feeling I had was one of complete satisfaction, and I could not understand how I could simultaneously feel so much pleasure flowing through my body and yet not have the energy to even move one finger. I could only move my tongue, so I licked Chloe to let her know I was still alive. She moaned now and then but otherwise was as lifeless as I was. After what seemed like a long time, she rolled over and managed to look into my eyes. "I love you, you dirty little slut," she told me, "and I so want a bell like yours!" All I could do was smile but secretly I was thrilled. I was glad that even if she felt closer to my lowly position in life, I was still the one who tongue-fucked her arsehole for her and not the other way round. I was still the most degraded one, and I was happy with my place. Time seemed to stop. It might have been several hours before we slowly clambered back onto our knees, it was impossible to tell. After considerable effort we both heaved ourselves up onto a chair and sat with our heads slumped on the kitchen table. After a little longer we were composed enough to sit up and look at each other and for the first time since I'd arrived I don't know how long ago, we seemed like the old friends we were -- sitting there in the kitchen enjoying each other's company. Even if we were both naked and looked like shit. Chloe pulled the cork out of a bottle of red wine that was fortuitously on the table and poured a glass. We took turns taking a sip as there was only the one glass and neither of us had the energy to get up and find another. Gradually after a few sips we regained some semblance of normality. As normal as possible anyway. After considering everything for some time Chloe told me that she was so happy to have me with her again. I said that I could tell by the way her arse sphincter grabbed at my tongue when I thrust into her. She laughed and said I could lick her arse anytime. We didn't feel the need to have a real conversation but we both still felt very comfortable and happy being together. I thought it was wonderful that our greeting had consisted entirely of sexual activity and non-verbal sounds of arousal. It was really beautiful that Chloe and I had the kind of understanding that does not require words to be spoken. Eventually Chloe mentioned the *decision* when she began to tell me that in the day or so I'd been away she had carefully considered everything that had happened between us recently. She said that she had finally come to understand that when I'd visited her a few days ago I'd wanted to nudge her towards re-evaluating her current lifestyle. Chloe told me she knew I had her best interests at heart and although at the time she had been too pre-occupied with other things to take much notice, she now realised how badly I had wanted her to agree to my proposal. I sat and listened while she talked, but I knew I could not say anything one way or the other. I knew Chloe understood this too as Master had told me he'd said as much during their phone conversation earlier in the evening. So I allowed her to ramble on since I was sure she just needed to be able to talk about what had been going on in her head to someone who would understand. I didn't feel the need to express my own feelings, and despite all that had happened between Chloe and I in the last few hours I had not forgotten my orders from Master. In fact, I could still feel the ripples of my recent orgasms tingling through my body so at first I was actually too dazed to speak anyway. Chloe's words seemed to come from far away and I was not directly engaged by what she was saying. I was listening and I understood what she meant, but I was only just beginning to adjust to being back here in her kitchen instead of Master's house. Chloe was saying that she knew very well that the decision she had to make would change her life totally so it was only natural she was nervous about all the implications. Although she could see why I felt it would be the right thing for her to become Master's slave, and she herself felt a strong yearning to surrender herself totally and completely, it would be all too easy to just make a snap decision and deal with the consequences later. The fact that Chloe had referred to my feelings took a moment to sink into my still muddled brain, and at first I felt a bit uncomfortable as I worried that she might be expecting me to respond. I was considering crawling under the table when I realised that she had not asked me to say anything and was still speaking. Chloe was now telling me that she also knew that my Master regarded making this decision as a very serious matter. She did not want to insult him by rushing in and contacting him about it until she had thought everything through very carefully. She knew it was important that she be able to tell him that she'd fully considered all the implications, and if she agreed to become his slave she wanted to be able to say she was sure she'd have no regrets. As it might be the last decision she ever made, she knew it must be the right one. My body was beginning to recover from the intense bout of arousal I'd put it through earlier, and as a consequence my brain had also started working a bit better. I stopped worrying that Chloe was expecting me to discuss her decision with her and became more confident that she was simply telling me about the thoughts which had obviously been running around in her head while she was on her own. Since we'd met and become instant friends years ago we had always told each other our innermost thoughts. It was often in the form of exactly this kind of monologue, which was simply a way of getting out one's feelings, and a reply was not expected. I decided that a non-verbal response would be best, so I got down on my hands and knees and crawled around to the other side of the table where Chloe was sitting and just put my head in her lap. She stroked my hair as she took another sip of wine and I knew she understood that I was telling her that I loved her and supported her. There was no need for me to say anything. We sat like that for quite a while. Chloe seemed to have got what she wanted to say off her chest and was silent for a long time. She continued stroking my hair and I was enjoying sitting at her feet with my head in her lap. I could smell the remnants of cunt juice that still coated her labia and inner thighs. It was one of my favourite smells and reminded me of the many times I had fallen asleep with my head between Chloe's legs after licking her to orgasm after orgasm. She usually drifted off well before me so I was left lying there not wanting to disturb her by moving. I had often spent a lot of time with the smell of her pussy as my only companion. Those were moments of bliss and among my fondest memories of our time together. We were both starting to get tired and eventually Chloe suggested that we shower and go to bed. I briefly wondered if she knew I'd had a really emotional and demanding day, but quickly realised that most likely she was too caught up in her own thoughts and emotions to have considered what I'd been doing. We hadn't really talked since I'd arrived naked at her door. We had instead fallen into our old habit of expressing ourselves non-verbally in an intensely sexual way, as that was something we'd always done, and at those times we absorbed each other's emotions by osmosis rather than by having to discuss things. The talking often came later, but tonight we were both too drained, and I silently followed Chloe to the shower. We also had our routine in the shower but this time Chloe wanted to wash me. I stood there and allowed her to scrub me very gently, and then I did the same for her. I wanted to lick her dry as I normally did but instead Chloe gave me a big towel and indicated I should wrap it around me. It was still warm but starting to cool down after another hot day, so we both brushed our teeth and got ready for bed. On the way to the bedroom Chloe took my hand. I understood that she wanted us to relate like the schoolgirl friends we used to be and not for me to kneel at the side of her bed as I was used to doing. Giggling we took each other's towel off and stood looking at each other for a moment. Chloe was so beautiful with her long legs, slim waist, pert breasts and long hair that I felt myself falling in love with her all over again. I had almost forgotten why I was here and that my friend was considering adopting a life of slavery and that this was what I had wanted so intensely for a long time. I was so tired I allowed Chloe to just pull me into the bed and put her arms around me. We didn't feel the need to arouse each other after all that we had shared earlier, so we just kissed and stroked one another gently until we fell asleep in each other's arms. I was almost too tired to think but the few thoughts I had before I drifted off were insanely happy ones. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 19 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 19 == I got a bit of a shock when I woke up the next morning and had to think about it to work out where I was. Chloe had apparently already woken up and managed to get out of bed without disturbing me. I could hear her in the kitchen and smell some coffee brewing. I stretched and enjoyed just lying there for a moment, then I remembered that I wasn't here to laze around in bed. I should be offering myself to Chloe as her companion, her fuck toy, or in whatever way she wished to make use of me. I quickly got out of bed and, still naked, crawled into the kitchen. As I crawled it all came back to me... What had happened last night, I mean. As I entered the doorway of the kitchen I looked around, and it was hard to believe that this was where we had both masturbated together last night as in daylight it seemed quite different. I noticed the almost empty bottle of wine on the table and remembered Chloe sitting there sipping from a glass as she talked about her feelings. Then I looked up and saw her watching me, and I could tell from the smile on her face that she was not troubled by any conflicting emotions this morning. Of course I didn't want to ask her about that. Instead I crawled over to Chloe and kissed her feet. I wanted to resume my place as my dear friend's submissive pet if I could. I really wasn't comfortable with the way Chloe had seemed to want to be my equal last night. Chloe was also still naked, and as she looked down at me I wondered whether she realised that I was trying to tell her she should treat me like her slave and not her friend. It was hard to tell what Chloe was thinking from the brief glances I could make since I was concentrating on worshipping her beautiful feet, but at least she seemed content to allow me to lap at her toes for a minute or two without falling to her knees beside me. Eventually Chloe tired of my attentions and told me to sit at the table as she'd made some coffee. I hoped this didn't mean that she wanted us to be equals (or as equal as two slaves can be). We had not exchanged more than a few words so far this morning so I really didn't know what she was thinking. I decided it was best if I just went along with what she wanted and sat down to drank my coffee. Chloe asked me if I'd slept well, and I told her that I had as I'd been really exhausted. I decided not to mention what I'd been up to during the time I'd been away from her, and I especially didn't want to say anything about my experience with Ming Ming as that would only complicate things, and it had nothing to do with Chloe at this point. Chloe teased me that when she'd woken up I'd looked like an angel, and at first she thought I must have fallen out of the sky and landed in her bed during the night. I told her that I was too much of a slut to be an angel, and instead of falling out of the sky, I had been sent by my Master to lick her cunt. This wasn't strictly true as Master had only told me to keep Chloe company, but he probably realised that this would involve licking her pussy at some stage. Chloe laughed at my cheeky reply, but I could see that the mention of Master had reminded her of what she had been telling me last night. At first I cursed myself for being so insensitive, however it seemed she was instead deep in her own thoughts. After a few seconds Chloe sat down next to me and looked into my eyes. She said that every time she thought of Master she wanted to get on her knees and beg him to accept her as his slave -- even though he was not here to respond. "I have such a strong desire to give myself to him," she told me. "I'm trying to be sensible and think things through rationally, but a part of me wants so strongly to surrender and leave all decisions to Master." Of course I understood exactly what she meant as I'd felt the same way when I was considering becoming Master's slave. Then it struck me that she had referred to "Master" as if he already owned her. I wondered if it was just a slip of the tongue or whether in her heart Chloe had already made her decision. I couldn't ask and I didn't want to go back into confidante mode with Chloe as I was hoping instead she would decide to beat me or use me, but Chloe once again began to talk to me about her thoughts. She told me that at first she had agonised over her decision. But gradually, as she worked through all the issues in her mind, she became more and more convinced that there was really only one choice she could make. It had been increasingly clear to her for some time that she could not go on as she had been indefinitely. She already knew that she needed to make some major changes in her life but she just hadn't quite known what to do. Looking directly at me she said that her best friend had somehow sensed her need and come up with a solution, and she knew that all she had to do was accept the proposal that had been made to her. I could see tears in her eyes and wanted to say something about not only being her friend but also being her slave, but couldn't think of how to put my thoughts into words so I kept quiet. Chloe told me she knew very well if she accepted my proposal it was not a temporary decision that could easily be changed. At the same time she felt there was a kind of inevitability about it. She found that the more she thought about it, the more certain she was of the decision she had to make. She said the fact that she was actually prepared to enslave herself really scared her, but she also felt incredibly excited and very much wanted to take that step. Strangely, she added, the two lots of very different emotions complimented each other. Her fears made her excitement and yearning even stronger. I just sipped my coffee and listened. I really wanted to avoid encouraging her one way or the other. We had been friends for so long and knew each other intimately, so there was nothing unusual about Chloe chattering away to me about whatever was in her head while I just listened. The only difference was this time she was not just talking about her thoughts or feelings but a decision that would change both our lives forever. Suddenly Chloe took my hand across the table and said that this morning she had such a strong feeling that she must accept her true place in life. She told me she felt she had always been destined to become a slave even though she had never seriously entertained doing so until now. She told me the fact that she had actually reached a decision like this was almost more than her mind could accept. She had tried to avoid consciously admitting to herself that after only a day or so of considering such an option she had already made up her mind. I knew that it was not just the last few days of course. I was aware Chloe had felt a sense of dissatisfaction and that a deep yearning to express the submissive side of her nature had been in the back of her mind for a very long time. Until recently she had been too busy with her demanding career to really focus on such things, and probably sub-consciously she had wanted to avoid thinking about it. As if Chloe could read my mind she suddenly said that although she felt a certain inevitability about her decision, she was constantly tempted to avoid thinking about it and to try to find something else to occupy her mind. She said that up until last week her lifestyle had been built around looming deadlines and last minute changes that required her immediate attention, so it was hard to break a pattern that had built up almost unnoticed over many years and suddenly go off in a different direction. Although she had considered trying to avoid the whole thing somehow, she knew this was no longer a possibility. More and more, Chloe said, she thought that a new life of slavery would be a new adventure like nothing she had ever experienced before. She had always considered herself to be a very adventurous woman who was not afraid to explore things that most people would find daunting, but now she was not so sure she was as adventurous as she liked to think. Maybe, Chloe wondered, all the frantic activity she had indulged in as a creative and artistic person and the self-promotion involved in creating such an image was nothing more than a facade. Had she been trying to hide her deepest desires from herself in order to avoid admitting what she really wanted? Now that had finally admitted to herself what she really was Chloe said she felt a great sense of relief and she no longer felt any conflict about seriously considering a life of slavery. Finally, she said, rather than continuing to try and resolve all these thoughts, she had decided to spend the morning finalising outstanding matters that needed her attention anyway as she was sure that this would be more productive and it was something that just had to be done. She was always busy and hated boring paperwork so a big pile of forms, letters, and other documents that she had not yet properly looked at had accumulated until she could not put off such things any longer. Then Chloe looked at me with a strange expression. After staring at me as if she had only just realised I was her slave she said "Show me what an obedient bitch you are and get to work cooking us both a special lunch while I dealt with my paperwork." I was happy that she was giving me some instructions and knew that I would enjoy cooking for her... As she got up to leave, Chloe said that dealing with forms and correspondence was mindless work as it required such attention to detail, but she felt it would be very therapeutic for her to spend several hours without thinking over and over about the same issues she had just mentioned to me. She added that it would be good to be able to begin getting her life into order and that I was not to disturb her! I told Chloe that I was pleased to serve her and that I would cook something really nice for us to share. I wanted my dear friend to do something that would take her mind off things as I suspected that even if she was not consciously thinking of her big decision it would still be in the back of her mind. Sometimes decisions are best made when we are not consciously thinking about them. After she went off I got out one of Chloe's cookbooks (which she never used) to find something that would be fun to cook and delicious to eat. Having decided what to do, I looked around and found a good bottle of vintage wine which I uncorked and left to breath while I got busy cooking. I love cooking so I was soon engrossed in all the preparations and forgot all about Chloe. I just assumed she was busy somewhere else in the house and she was soon out of my thoughts as I did not hear a single sound to remind me of her for several hours. I was so busy preparing and cooking our lunch that it seemed the whole morning disappeared in a few minutes... As I was checking the oven for the last time and was just deciding that my creation would be ready in a few minutes I was surprised to see Chloe walking still naked through the doorway of the kitchen. "That smells delicious," she said. I smiled and said "I am happy to have been able to serve you, Mistress." Chloe looked as if she was about to say something but seemed to change her mind. Instead she told me she would set the table as lunch was almost ready. I had intended to do that myself, but I still had some finishing touches to make to our meal so I didn't try to discourage her. As I was preparing to serve our food Chloe sat at the table and told me to only dish up one large plate. Secretly pleased that Chloe was apparently not going to allow me to eat with her I said, "Yes Mistress," and seeing the look on her face I scampered out of range before she could reach out and spank me. Chloe obviously enjoyed my cooking, and she also appreciated the wine I'd selected. I knelt beside her at the table and watched her eat and drink silently. Chloe seemed to be lost in thought and hardly took any notice of me. I decided that was a good sign. Once she'd finished eating Chloe reached down and put her plate down on the kitchen floor in front of me. I didn't need any instruction to know that she wanted me to finish off what she had left. After I'd finished the remains of her meal, Chloe took a big sip of the wine and bent down to give me a big wet kiss during which she put most of the wine into my mouth. It was lovely having her treat me that way. I really enjoyed being with her during that lunch, just the two of us, still naked, feeling very close and at ease with each other and with me in my place. I no longer felt worried that I might say the wrong thing as it was not up to me to say anything, and Chloe did most of the talking. I just tried to be a good listener. Strangely Chloe seemed to be in a good mood without a worry in the world, and was apparently happy to allow me to be as submissive to her as I wished although we had not discussed this at all. It was much the way we had always been except for the strange experience we'd shared last night. I put that down to Chloe feeling conflicted about her big decision and how that would inevitably affect the connection between us. But now it was as if she was no longer tormenting herself. Apparently Chloe had cleared up all her paper work except for a few things that were too complicated to finish off quickly. She told me she had made a list of what still needed to be done. She said that it might not be possible for her to do everything, but at least she was leaving things in relatively good order. I wondered what she meant by "leaving things." It was as if she had decided that she would not be around for long enough to attend to all the more complex strands of her old life before she... Had she really already made the decision to give herself to Master? I didn't want to ask, and before I could wonder any further Chloe spoke again. She told me her life had become so demanding and so complicated, and yet, it had still left her feeling unfulfilled and dissatisfied. A life of slavery where she could relinquish all control to another seemed to offer a welcome relief. While she did value her independence and considered herself a modern woman, she knew in her heart that to go on as before was not what she really wanted. It was ironic, Chloe told me, that many submissive women must continue to struggle in situations that could never fully satisfy their desires simply because making a total break from their familiar routines was too difficult. In her own case she was certainly not seeking an escape, rather it was a growing sense that her outwardly exciting lifestyle had become a hollow and dispiriting form of existence. Although she was quite capable of continuing to make her own decisions, she had increasingly felt that it was just an endless process which led nowhere. I had not said anything while Chloe was telling me all this, but I must have had a puzzled look on my face as she stopped talking and stared at me for a few seconds. Actually I was just wondering if what she was saying was an indication that she had decided to accept my proposal. But Chloe must have thought I was critical of her explanation as she continued by telling me that her desire to surrender really had nothing to do with wanting to avoid taking responsibility for herself. Chloe said she felt that being an independent woman was not enough. She knew that by giving away her rights she would only have her own integrity as a person to fall back on, and it was not a question of taking the easy option. Chloe said she knew that slavery was a huge challenge, but it was a challenge she really wanted to accept. Although she still felt apprehensive about the enormity of such a commitment she had truly begun to see there would be a deep satisfaction as well. I was stunned by what I'd just heard. It seemed that Chloe had made a decision after all. But she hadn't quite come out with a definitive statement to that effect, and I really didn't want to ask her outright even though I was dying to know. Once again Chloe paused and looked at me intently. She could see that I was struggling with something... Then, with a laugh, she said, "Don't you understand what I'm talking about? I suppose it must sound quite confused, but in my own head I am clear about what I want to do, and in my own heart I am sure that I want to join you in slavery." I was very relieved to hear that statement, but also a bit shocked. Maybe I had expected some kind of formal announcement, but I should have been able to read all the signs. Chloe had seemed so calm and relaxed and happy... She didn't seem like a person whose whole life had just changed irrevocably. It took a few seconds for all this to register. When I looked back up at Chloe she seemed so content with herself that I couldn't help but smile. "I'm so happy I don't know what to say..." was the best I could manage to stammer out. "I love you, Chloe." She just smiled radiantly. Then Chloe told me that when she woke this morning her first thoughts were of her coming submission. She said it was as if all the fears and doubts that had concerned her so much yesterday had evaporated. In place of the reservations which had initially seemed almost insurmountable, there was a new sense of purpose and a feeling that at last she was about to start a new life -- one she had always wanted but had previously never seriously pursued for reasons that no longer seemed important. She said that when she expressed her conflicting thoughts to me this morning she had still been a little on edge as although her realisation on waking had been so strong and so definite she couldn't quite bring herself to tell me right away. It was still a new and unsettled idea even for her, but it seemed that unconsciously she was beginning to process a decision she was still not quite prepared to admit to having made. It was as if her body was already accepting something her mind had still only partly assimilated, and she just needed a little more time to fully comprehend what she already felt in her heart. So she'd decided to go and tidy up her affairs, not just some outstanding paperwork like she'd told me, but everything that she could attend to quickly and easily. Now she was ready to leave everything as it was, and she told me that she was so happy that I was the first person to know. I assured my dear friend that above all else I wanted her to deal with her decision in her own way and in her own time. And I repeated that Master had given me strict instructions. "Yes, I know all about that," Chloe replied. "We talked about it on the phone last night. Master would not have let you come to me if he thought that I would be influenced by you in any way, and I appreciate that you have kept your feelings to yourself up until now. I realise you must have wanted to say something at times, but there was no need as I was already well aware of your feelings. It was my own feelings I was unsure about." Then Chloe told me that when she woke this morning she lay next to me for a while just feeling my body against hers. Her head had been full of vivid images of her own submission and of how she would have me serve her in the most humiliating ways possible while she herself served her new Master. In her mind she saw herself naked and bound as she begged her new Master to use her. I was there as well... Her thoughts had been all jumbled up and lacking in continuity, but the emotions had been so strong and alarmingly powerful. In her mind one moment she was bound and the next her hands were free and she was pulling on my nipples as she kissed me while she was being fucked from behind... Then she was being shown off to her Master's friends as his new slave, and her shame at being displayed naked and chained was so strong that she was almost in tears. And yet, she felt very happy and did everything she was told with the enthusiasm of a little puppy. She had desperately wanted to show her Master how obedient she could be... Enslaving Chloe Ch. 19 Then all of a sudden an image came into her head where she was sucking a cock while someone she thought was me licked her pussy, and she could feel herself approaching orgasm as many tongues probed her orifices, many voices cried and moaned, the sound of leather impacting on naked skin echoed somewhere, and feelings and emotions of extreme intensity overwhelmed everything. She was so scared she would scream out in ecstacy or move in some way that would disturb me that she carefully got out of bed and left me there to sleep a little longer. She told me she knew I was very tired, and she also wanted some time to herself. She explained that when she got out of bed her legs almost buckled under her. The effects of the dreamlike thoughts that had been running through her mind had left her feeling dazed and after a few seconds she'd sunk to her knees. Chloe said that given what she had been thinking about it seemed so appropriate to see the world from this perspective, from her place on her knees where as a slave she belonged. She felt excited to think that from now on this would be her normal view of things. She said that when she put her hand between her legs she was sopping wet and as she licked her fingers and tasted her own juices she whispered, "Thank you, Master." Thanking Master out loud came as a shock to her, and brought her to her senses as if she'd just woken from a faint. Chloe said she had wondered what was happening to her because the illusion she had just experienced was so intense. It was difficult for her to accept that in reality she was naked and on her hands and knees in her own bedroom, and she had looked over at me to make sure I was still sleeping. Satisfied that I was, Chloe said she was relieved that I had not seen her foolishness and wouldn't have to explain herself. After looking around she had gradually realised it had simply been an unusually intense and erotic day dream. Although the feeling was certainly not unpleasant and she could feel the cool morning air on her still erect nipples and wet cunt, she decided that she quite liked the feeling of being a slavegirl on her hands and knees. So rather than completely shatter the illusion Chloe admitted to me shyly that she had crawled all the way to the bathroom and only got to her feet once she was in the shower cubicle. She'd had to steady herself at first as she was still wobbly, but after taking a few deep breaths she had washed her hair and scrubbed herself all over as her mind adjusted to this new day which promised to be so memorable. The hot water had restored her to a more rational and pragmatic frame of mind, and she was eager to get started on what she now realised would be her last day of so-called freedom. After drying herself she decided to remain naked as a symbol of her new status. Then she had gone into the kitchen to make some coffee with the intention of waking me up by serving me a cup that she had freshly brewed. I had spoilt her plans by waking up while she was doing that and coming into the kitchen... and, well, I knew the rest. I pretended to be offended that she had not told me right away, but of course I understood how such a realisation -- especially one accompanied by such strong images and raging emotions as she had described -- would be difficult to put into words. Chloe was not fooled by my pretended outrage, and naturally she knew I was pleased for her and very happy with her decision. "The only thing," she said, "is that I'm not quite sure what to do next." I knew my dear friend was a highly organised person who would have liked to leave everything neatly resolved and sorted. But how can anyone remake their whole life in just a few days or even a few weeks? There are bound to be loose ends. I explained that some things depended on decisions only her future Master could make for her. Chloe said that she was not at all concerned about herself, but what would happen with her house, her car, her books, her clothes, her furniture? It was simply not possible to dispose of everything even if she had wanted to. And for all she knew her future Master may wish to retain some of her belongings, or do something with them other than what she would have decided herself, so there was a point beyond which she just had to accept that matters were out of her hands. The reality of her decision was illustrated by the fact that *her* property would shortly no longer be hers, and it was she, herself, who was about to become the property of another. Chloe took another long sip from her glass of wine. I told her that from my own experience it was amazing how one decision could literally mean that everything in your whole life would change dramatically and permanently. Chloe said that she no longer felt any real fear or sense of loss. Those feelings had somehow dissipated since yesterday when they had seemed quite real. Instead her feeling now was one of relief, as if what she had been working hard for all her life was about to become reality and she could finally relax. Not relax in the sense of putting her feet up and doing nothing, she hurriedly explained, but relax in the sense that she no longer need be responsible for making all her own decisions or struggle to maintain the professional image and public profile that were essential to her ongoing career. The treadmill had finally stopped and she had no desire to get back on. As she finished her wine Chloe looked down at me and smiled. I felt such a surge of happiness for her and I moved slightly so that I could put my arms around her waist and hug her. I put my head on her breasts but somehow it wasn't sexual as it would have been or soon become usually. Instead I was very moved and didn't know how to express all the love I had for my dear friend who really would finally join me in slavery. While still hugging me tightly my friend and soon to be fellow-slave said she had been thinking about how she had to let go of everything as part of her submission. She felt it would be best to take only the absolute minimum necessary with her when she presented herself to Master. In fact *herself* was really all she had that she felt she could and should offer. Everything else was of no real importance, and having gone over everything in her mind this morning, Chloe told me she realised it was now time to phone Master as she had told him she would call when she'd made a final decision. As Chloe walked over to the phone I sat and watched. The word *final* hung in the air as she picked up the phone. Chloe had only ever called Master previously to request permission to see me, and when Master had realised who was calling he'd chatted to her for a while before calling me to the phone. Chloe had previously enjoyed many pleasant conversations with the man who would soon be her Master, but this call was going to be very different! I sat back on my knees as she got up from the kitchen table and walked over to the phone. While ordinarily Chloe would have felt very comfortable phoning Master I could see that now she was looking at the phone nervously, and for a long time simply could not bring herself to make the call. Despite all the respect and admiration she had for Master, she had probably never imagined that she would one day be phoning him in order to arrange her own enslavement. I didn't think her hesitation was due to any second thoughts or reservations as it seemed that all the conflicted thinking she had gone through yesterday was already a thing of the past. From what she'd told me, she'd felt very sure since she woke up this morning about what she wanted to do. I thought her hesitation was purely because the phone call was to announce such an important decision. Of course she knew that call would mark an irrevocable and absolutely final step towards what she had already decided to do. I was sure that this was definitely the hardest phone call she had ever had to make, but I knew that it was also the most important. Slowly Chloe dialed and waited while the phone rang. Fortunately, before her nerves got the better of her and she was tempted to hang up, the deep, firm voice she knew to be Master answered. She introduced herself (which was silly because he obviously knew who she was) and said that she had come to a decision about the proposal I had made to her on, as she understood it, his instructions. Her words sounded rather trite and almost ridiculously formal but I knew that she probably couldn't think of what else to say. Since I could only hear her end of the conversation I didn't know what Master was saying to her, but whatever it was it seemed to reassure Chloe and I could see that gradually her nerves settled down and she seemed to be enjoying talking with him. I was a little surprised that she had not yet actually told him what her decision was, but I was sure that Master would give Chloe time to get to that and would not pressure her in any way. After a short time I felt that I should give Chloe the opportunity to talk to Master without me sitting there listening. She had not indicated that she was uncomfortable with me being there, it was just my own feeling that this was not an everyday conversation. So without saying anything I crawled into the other room. The phone call seemed to go on for quite a long time, and I was curled up in a corner reading a book when Chloe came to find me. She was absolutely glowing and seemed to be almost in a trance-like state. She told me that Master spoke to her in a very kind way, and that he'd told her that he knew it was a big decision. She said that at this point she suddenly realised she hadn't actually told him what she'd decided, and she didn't know quite how to put something like that. Should she just say "I want to be your slave," or would it be better to first negotiate what terms and conditions would apply before she said anything so definite? She told me she'd almost started to cry with frustration over her inability to be as clear and articulate as she so much wanted to be and felt was appropriate. Chloe said that although she was no longer nervous, she had still found it difficult to put her thoughts and feelings into words and was afraid she'd blurt out something that would sound quite stupid. Master seemed to know how she was feeling and told her to just relax. She told me that he seemed to know what was in her mind, and instead of asking for her decision right away he'd talked with her about how I had persuaded him to consider her and how much it would mean for him if she accepted my proposal. Chloe said he really had a wonderful way of making a girl feel very comfortable in his presence. His was not the obviously fake, smooth-talking manner that a lot of guys have or try to put across, but rather a genuine warmth and concern for her feelings. I smiled to myself when Chloe commented that it was strange how at first she had been so nervous. And how after a while they were able to talk about many different aspects of her pending commitment as if they were old friends discussing topics of mutual interest rather than a girl speaking to her prospective Owner. She had ended up sharing all her fears, concerns, desires and dreams with him during what had obviously become a long and rewarding conversation. The more they talked, Chloe said, the more sure she was she'd made the right decision. He carefully and intelligently addressed all the issues that had arisen in her mind, and after discussion many of them turned out to be nothing to be concerned about and she'd even told him she felt foolish for worrying so much. Once again he was very reassuring and told her that she was right to raise any issues that concerned her no matter how trivial they might seem. It impressed Chloe that he was so open and honest with her and gave a considered response to everything she raised with him so she felt increasingly able to express herself without reservation. As her various concerns were discussed and resolved, Chloe told me she was impressed that he never once tried to talk down to her or put a gloss on what she was doing. Master had emphasised to her it would not be easy for a girl like her who was used to an independent lifestyle to adjust to the life of a slave, and in other ways he had made it very clear that he would expect a lot of her and would not be easy on her just because she had no previous experience of a slave lifestyle. Strangely, all these comments made her feel better as it was clear he was honest and responsible and would not tell her lies or in any way deceive her. Chloe said that being told the realities clearly and openly was definitely what she wanted to hear and she had told him so. He'd just laughed and said he would always tell her exactly what was on his mind if it was something she needed to know, and in return he expected her to be direct and straightforward with him. He made it clear he was not interested in acting out some kind of fantasy. He would always be there for her, and in return she would be expected to give herself to him completely. Despite her initial fears, Chloe said that she had ended up feeling very relaxed, and she now felt she could talk with him about anything she needed to without embarrassment. It was wonderful that they could communicate so easily on all levels and their conversation had not just been about sex, servitude and submission as she had supposed would be the case. I was interested to hear that my dear friend found it so natural and normal to be able to speak about what had always been in her mind, but which she had rarely if ever talked about with anyone except me. I was sure Chloe felt that it was very liberating to know that at last someone apart from me would understand how she felt and would know exactly what she needed. Chloe said she had told Master that she was very relieved after talking with him, and that she was absolutely certain that her decision to submit to him was right. Master had said that he was happy to hear of her decision, and he knew I would be very happy as well. Finally, after they had thoroughly discussed every issue she could think of and they had established the basis for open and direct communication with each other, Chloe said she wanted to come over as soon as possible and present herself to him. Master had told her she should take some time to do any last minute things and that he would expect her sometime this evening. Chloe said the call had ended with him simply asking that she be naked at his door when she appeared. It seemed such a simple way to begin a whole new life, but at least she now knew what to do. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 20 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 20 == After telling me about the phone conversation she had just had with Master, Chloe breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at me and said, "I am a slave like you now... finally!" It was wonderful to think that my friend had actually accepted what only a couple of days ago had probably seemed unthinkable. I had not said much as I didn't want to intrude on what must be a very special moment for Chloe, but I was very pleased that she had finally made a commitment to her new Master and that consequently both our lives were about to change forever. Chloe gradually calmed down. After gathering her thoughts for a few minutes, she told me that rather than feeling nervous at the prospect of what lay before her she felt almost giddy with excitement. She looked thoughtful for a moment and added that she had no regrets about leaving behind everything she had worked so hard for over so many years. I understood perfectly how she felt as I'd had a similar reaction years before when I was about to offer myself to Master. I'd felt apprehensive, excited, nervous, aroused, and a huge range of other feelings in rapid succession (or sometimes all at once). I could still remember the emotional roller coaster ride I'd gone on as if it was only yesterday. It's something that is such an intense experience it stays with you forever. I understood that Chloe's old life must already seem like something from the past. I supposed in future she would look back and see that her high profile celebrity status in the arts community was really just another form of slavery -- one where she had to fight on a daily basis for survival, and where she had no one to really look after her. So I was not only happy about Chloe's decision because of what it meant for me, but also because of what it meant for her. As I watched, Chloe slowly shook her head as if to clear her mind. She smiled at me again and told me that she no longer had time to let her thoughts wander in such a self-indulgent way as her new Master was waiting and she had better get busy preparing herself. Without another word Chloe ran off and showered again. I followed, and helped dry her with a big fluffy towel after she got out of the shower. Chloe give me a kiss when I'd finished drying her, but she seemed to be in a hurry to get ready and soon we were both in her room and I watched while she brushed her hair. I wanted to do that for her as I had so often in the past, but I didn't want to intrude too much on the mood of euphoria I knew she was feeling so strongly right then. I was sure that as she brushed her hair she was thinking about giving herself to Master, and looking her best for him, and a thousand and one other things! It was clear from what she'd said that although Chloe had already committed herself to her new life she must be still adjusting mentally to all that it involved, and I knew she needed time to go through that process. Master would have wanted me to restrain myself in this situation, so I resisted the urge to express my own excitement and instead kept my thoughts to myself. Still naked, Chloe began to put on some perfume before she suddenly stopped, and turning to me, asked if slavegirls should wear perfume without their Master's permission? I assured her that she should prepare herself as she thought best, and that Master would give her whatever instructions he felt necessary in due course. She laughed and said I was so sensible and told me that she felt like a schoolgirl about to attend her first formal and that it seemed like all the social skills she'd learned as an adult woman were no longer much use. I tried to reassure her by saying it was only natural that everything seemed so different once she had made a commitment which would change her life forever. But rather than get too involved in further discussion I suggested she should concentrate on each step one at a time. First she needed to select a simple dress to wear. I didn't think Master would mind if we took a while to arrive as he knew very well what girls were like when getting ready for something special, and at heart slavegirls are no different in that respect. I could see that Chloe was finding it hard to make any decisions at this stage, so to move things along I told her that it didn't really matter what the dress looked like, as she would only be wearing it very briefly on our way to Master's house. Chloe nodded and seemed to snap out of the dazed state she'd been in. I knew her mind was full of all kinds of thoughts and it must be hard for her to focus on the kind of normal day-to-day things she had always been so very organised about. She eventually found a dress, but before putting it on Chloe held it up in front of her and looked in the mirror. I was worried she was going to decide that the stupid dress was not suitable or something, but instead she said that the dress was okay but she wanted to do a few last things before getting dressed. I wasn't sure what she meant, but before I could reply Chloe got a bright red lipstick and did her lips, then put some on her cunt lips as well. She also added a bit of rouge to her nipples. My old friend no longer looked much like the woman who had taught me so much about style and presentation, and who had dominated me on so many occasions. As she stood before the mirror she looked very different. She was slim, pretty and looked like a real slut. I'd never seen her look quite like that before. As I watched Chloe swayed her hips and I imagined she was thinking about dancing naked for her new Master. I didn't offer any advice on Chloe's new *look* as I was sure that if Master didn't want her to look like such a slut he would tell her so. Maybe he would approve of how she looked, but in any case it was not up to me. It seemed that my newly appointed fellow slave was happy with her appearance. She turned and danced a bit for me too, and while doing so Chloe said she thought she might as well enjoy the last time she would have any say in how she looked. I was sure my dear friend knew that before this day was over she would no longer have any choice about what she wore (if anything), what makeup she was permitted to use (if any), or about any other aspect of her life. Of course I understood that Chloe wanted to show her new Master that she was willing to display herself as a naked slutty whore if he would allow her to do so. If he didn't like that look then she would present herself in whatever way he wished. For now I could see that she felt good about making herself look as depraved and debauched as possible. Since she was about to give herself to her new Master I knew she wanted to make a statement to him that she had no shame and no inhibitions at all. As I looked at her I noticed that Chloe's pussy hair seemed to have grown out a little recently. I asked her if that was because she had not had time to groom it over the last few weeks or whether she had made a conscious decision not to trim her pussy. She laughed at my question and said that once a good friend had told her that Master preferred fur on a pussy, and so some time ago she'd decided not to bother trimming hers. Since that was something she'd done very regularly for a long time Chloe wondered aloud if her sudden neglect of this part of her personal grooming was more of an indication of her unconscious thought processes than she'd previously realised. I could see that although Chloe had said she'd decided she needed to stop day-dreaming, her mind was continually wandering off in all kinds of strange ways. And as if she had suddenly realised exactly this herself, Chloe said that it no longer really mattered what her pussy looked like as Master would decide about that, just as he would about everything else. Looking at herself in the mirror she said softly, "I belong to Master now." I was very impressed that Chloe seemed to have adapted to her new status so rapidly and I told her so. She said that I should know she never did anything half way and from now on she wanted to be her Owner's property and that meant she would act accordingly. As if to make a final statement to this effect, she took a black marker pen that was on her dresser and wrote across her stomach in large block letters: ENSLAVE THIS CUNT. With one last look at her naked body and it's lurid markings Chloe pulled the dress over her head and did up the zip at the side. This was the last time she would choose whether to wear a dress or not she told me. Her imminent slavery seemed to have changed everything for her, and I knew that Chloe felt nothing was the same anymore. Even something as simple as putting on a dress which she'd been doing all her life now had a new context. "Nothing else matters," Chloe said as if talking to herself. Then in a stronger and more forceful tone and while still looking at herself in the mirror she added, "I am just a slave, and I belong to my Master." Chloe suddenly remembered I was there watching her. She turned to me and said just thinking of her new Master made her heart beat faster. She shuddered a little and looked quite flushed, but after collecting herself she told me that she didn't want to waste any more time and needed to call a taxi. She quickly ran off and I could hear her on the phone. When she returned she said the taxi had been booked and asked if I knew Master's address by heart. I assured her that I did, but I must have looked puzzled. She explained that she wouldn't have her address book with her since she'd already made a promise to herself not to take anything from her old life on this final journey and she would rely on me to know the exact address. She felt that she should present herself totally naked to her new Master and not retain any of her former possessions -- not even her purse. "Who ever heard of a naked slavegirl carrying a purse?" Chloe said laughing. I told her I understood, and I was willing to do anything I could to support and assist her at this time. Chloe said, "I know that already, you little slut, but I appreciate you telling me as I really am a bit frazzled at present." Thinking out loud, she ran through a mental checklist of what she needed to do. She wanted to get everything arranged so that we could just walk out the door and go by taxi to Master's house without having to take anything. Chloe said she didn't want to take her purse, money, jewellery or anything else, just herself. She also mentioned that as she wasn't sure what the exact cost of the taxi would be as she usually drove over to Master's house herself she'd decided that I would be the taxi fare. The expression on my face must have given her the impression that I had no idea what she meant, as Chloe explained that she wanted to whore me to the taxi driver instead of having to pay him in cash. I wasn't entirely shocked of course, but I must have looked surprised because she told me, "Cunts like you are meant to be used." Before I could respond we heard the taxi arrive outside the house. I was still naked so Chloe told me to find the most flimsy dress possible and quickly put it on. I grabbed a dress that buttoned up from the waist and pulled it over my head and without giving me time to do up the buttons chloe pulled me towards the door. I stumbled along after her as she seemed to be in a real hurry to go. When we got to the street Chloe went over to speak to the driver. I knew better than to do up the buttons on my dress even though my breasts were clearly visible through the half-open top. I stood there beside her like the obedient little slavegirl I was. Opening the taxi door, Chloe put her head in and asked the driver if he would be willing to accept a blow job instead of a cash fare to the address where she wanted to go? The driver was clearly shocked although he must have had similar offers from other girls suggesting sex instead of cash before. I'd heard it was a well known fringe benefit of being a taxi driver. Perhaps he didn't expect such a sophisticated and attractive woman to make that kind of an offer. But he was obviously not too shocked, because he immediately asked if she would be the one giving the blow job. Chloe shook her head and pointing at me she said, "This cunt will suck you off." The taxi driver looked a rather sleazy type, and he eyed me up and down for a while with particular interest in my exposed breasts. Having reassured himself that I was a pretty girl who seemed quite relaxed about presenting myself to him half naked, he said that such an arrangement would be fine with him. Chloe asked me for the street address and gave him the details. She also told him that I would suck him off when we arrived at our destination. He looked a little uncertain about this, but then she added that he could cum in my mouth and that I would take my dress off while I sucked him. The driver gave her a weird look, but he quickly agreed. I had not said a word during all these negotiations, as I was secretly enjoying having the arrangements for my *services* conducted while in front of me while I stood there with my breasts exposed and was referred to as a "cunt". I wanted to play my role convincingly and allow the taxi driver to think what he wished. I didn't really care what he thought of me, but for some reason even though I was a slutty slavegirl who had done all kinds of depraved things without complaint during the last few years, I flushed and squirmed. Having made a deal with the taxi driver Chloe dashed back to the house for the last time to close the front door. I just stood there while the taxi driver looked at me with undisguised lust, and although I thought he was totally disgusting and would have normally run away rather than let him leer at me, I was so aroused by the way Chloe had effectively *sold* me to him that I didn't really mind his gaze. It was as if he didn't really matter as he was just an anonymous player in something that Chloe and I had created. Something he was incapable of even understanding... something far beyond his comprehension. So what he thought or felt was an irrelevance. I would do whatever my newly enslaved Mistress told me to do, no matter how degrading -- and nothing else mattered. These thoughts kept me totally preoccupied in Chloe's brief absence and I did not respond to the taxi driver's lustful gaze at all. I was caught up in my own thoughts and feelings. Despite being nervous about what I knew I'd have to do for him at our destination, the main concern I had was that this special time with my dear friend represented the occasion on which we would be able to relate as we had so often in the past --- and I wanted to make it something we would both remember for a very long time. In so far as I was aware of the taxi driver at all, the fact that I had to expose myself to him and allow him to imagine some horrible image of me with my mouth around his cock, or whatever it was he was thinking, only made me feel both excited and humiliated in equal measure. My situation gave rise to a strange mixture of sensations because while I almost wanted to run away, at the same time I was tempted to pull open the front of my dress even further so he could see more of my naked flesh. I wanted to humiliate myself totally in front of him, not for his sake, but to show Chloe what a good little slut I would be for her... and for our Master. I even started to think about pulling up my dress and showing him my naked pussy, but I hesitated to do anything that would complicate Chloe's plans. After all, this was a very important moment for her, and I didn't want to spoil anything. Instead I just stood there and kept my gaze lowered so I didn't have to see the look of contempt on the taxi driver's face. I couldn't look at him, but secretly I was enjoying being humiliated in this way. I decided it was appropriate that from now on I obey Chloe absolutely and let her do all the talking so I wouldn't have any direct involvement with the taxi driver (except when I had to suck him off, of course). When she came back we both got in the back seat. As we sat there Chloe whispered in my ear the thoughts she'd had as she heard the lock on her front door click into place for the last time. She told me she'd thought about the fact that the only thing she now possessed was the dress she wore and even that would be disposed of before very long. She said she'd left her purse -- which she usually never left home without -- and everything else she used to own locked inside the house, and she'd put the front door key into an envelope addressed to Master which she'd dropped into the letter box where he could pick it up any time. I knew Chloe was well aware that these were her last moments of *freedom* and I felt so excited for her. It's a very special experience when you realise that you're owned property, and I recalled how it was for me on the first time I knelt naked at Master's feet. Right now though I was going through my own realisations about the fact that when we arrived at Master's house I would no longer have his full attention as his new slavegirl would be waiting to present herself to him. I was so happy for Chloe, and pleased for Master, but I was a little afraid for myself. Even though I was quite sure that this was what I wanted, I knew that life as I'd known it for the last few years as Master's slave was about to change dramatically. I was not really sure what would happen, as all the certainties I'd become used to were no longer as predictable as they used to be. Even though I was often given orders without any consultation or prior warning at least I knew I was Master's beloved slave. Now I didn't know what I was.... My thoughts were interrupted as with a leering look in the rear view mirror the taxi driver accelerated away from Chloe's old life. Quickly the house, and then the street where she had lived for many years, were left behind. She sat back in the seat and put her legs out straight. Pushing herself up slightly Chloe pulled her dress out from beneath her and slowly drew it up around her waist fully exposing the naked lower half of her body. She spread her legs wide and began to stroke her pussy. Without needing to be told, I did the same. Although we deliberately ignored the taxi driver I could sense that he was staring at us and he even gave a little gasp when he realised that neither of us was wearing panties. I thought it was just as well that the driver didn't know Chloe was not wearing anything at all under her dress and that he couldn't see the big bold words she had written on her stomach. With increasingly firm strokes of her fingers Chloe began to masturbate, and as she looked at me I followed her example. Although I was watching my friend masturbate, my mind was not really fully aware of where we were or what we were doing and my head was full of delicious images of abject submission. Neither of us said a word. We stroked ourselves languidly as the taxi drove on. I gazed sightlessly out of the window and sometimes looked across at Chloe, but I was in my own little world. I knew that Chloe was not trying to cum, and that she just wanted both of us to stay in a state of intense arousal. Judging from his erratic driving I was vaguely aware that the taxi driver must be watching us, however neither of us looked at him during the whole journey or acknowledged his presence in any way. As we continued to stroke ourselves I hoped that the taxi driver would pay enough attention to where he was going to keep the car on the road. I was careful not to get too close to orgasm but I tried to keep myself right on the edge of doing so. Although enveloped in a haze of arousal and with all kinds of thoughts swirling around in my head I was just aware enough of my surroundings to recognise that the taxi had already reached the suburb where Master lived. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 20 Soon the taxi entered the street where his house was and Chloe quickly pushed her dress back down and indicated to the taxi driver that he should turn into the driveway. She told the driver she wanted me to be able to suck him off in privacy rather than stopped on the street where anyone passing by would immediately see what was going on. He grinned at her lecherously, no doubt having been thinking on the drive over of how he was to be paid. Once the taxi had stopped Chloe told me to get out, take off my dress, and get in the front seat on my knees. Chloe remained in the back seat watching me intently. When I climbed in the front as instructed I could see that the taxi driver had already undone his trousers. I pulled out his cock and began to stroke it gently to get it hard and then I lowered my head and took his now fully erect cock in my mouth. As I used my mouth expertly I could hear him moaning above me and I could feel his legs stiffening, but my mind was totally filled by thoughts of Chloe watching me. I could feel her gaze on me even though I was totally preoccupied with sucking the driver's cock and could only glance at her very occasionally. I was not concerned about the driver at all, but I really wanted to please Chloe and show her that I would do whatever she told me to. I was thrilled to be reduced to paying Chloe's taxi fare with my services, and revelled in the thought that soon she would be my Mistress, and I would be the slave of a slave. Somehow it meant a lot me that Chloe, who was about to present herself to my Master as his naked possession, was allowing me to serve her (and through her, him). I was happy that she had decided to whore me in this way. Despite having the taxi driver's cock in my mouth I didn't give him a second thought. "I am a dirty little whore, and I'm doing this for you, Master," I said to myself over and over as I sucked. It took longer than I'd expected or wanted, but eventually I felt the cock in my mouth jerk and suddenly a stream of cum spurted into my mouth. This brought me back to reality with a jolt, and I took my mouth off his cock and sat up to see Chloe still watching me from the back seat. Without a word she immediately opened the door of the taxi while the driver was still slumped in a daze with his cock poking out of his trousers. Before he could recover sufficiently to react, the two of us were out of the taxi and running down the driveway. We did not look back until we'd disappeared around the back of the house. We both giggled like schoolgirls, and Chloe told me she was pleased with my obedience. I wanted to tell her that I would serve her in any way she wished, but my mouth was still full of cum. It was only then that I remembered that I was naked. Chloe still wore her now rather crumpled dress, and as she stood there I bent over and spat the mouthful of taxi-driver cum onto the ground. Chloe had told the driver he could cum in my mouth, not that I would swallow it. I wiped my mouth on a corner of her dress as I didn't have a tissue or anything else to use. She wouldn't need the dress much longer anyway. Then Chloe peeked around the corner of the house and saw that the taxi driver was looking around as if he had only just become aware that his passengers had disappeared. After a short time, he started the taxi and backed out of the driveway and soon he was gone. Finally, Chloe pulled off her dress and threw it into a bin at the back of house; then both completely naked, we looked at each other. I was tempted to laugh but thought better of doing so since I realised that this was a very serious occasion for Chloe. Instead I lowered my gaze and wanted to cry -- not because of any unhappiness, but out of sheer joy. I think Chloe knew how I felt because she took me in her arms, and for a long time we stood there just hugging each other. We both knew that this was the last time we would ever do so as friends rather than as slaves, and that very soon everything would change for both of us. I shivered a little. I was not cold, but all the emotions that were swirling around in my body and in my mind were making me feel quite overwhelmed. After awhile Chloe let me go and gave me a long last look. We didn't speak. No words could have conveyed what we both felt. Instead Chloe turned and as I watched, she walked naked back up the driveway and around to the front of the house. Once she was out of sight I turned back and leaned against the house to steady myself. I felt elated, extremely happy and intensely excited; at the same time I felt like I was about to fall in a heap at any moment and begin to sob. It seemed like a long time, but I suppose it was only a minute or two before I could pull myself together. I knew that when Chloe reached the front door of the house there was a small enclosed area where she could get on her knees and crawl to the door. She had previously told me that Master had instructed her to ring the door bell and then kneel there naked and wait for him to come and get her. Suddenly I realised that she must be about to ring the bell, if she had not already done so, and that I had better go and find Master. I ran to the back door which opened onto the kitchen. I wasn't sure exactly where Master was so I just went into the lounge and knelt there with my head to the floor and waited. I had only just gotten into position when I heard the door bell! As I knelt there naked on my knees it seemed like the time passed very slowly. It was as if everything had gone into slow motion, like those scenes in the movies where something that's meant to be very significant occurs. Strangely my usually overactive mind seemed to be affected in the same way and I don't recall what I was thinking. Soon Master came into the room and I saw his familiar boots within my very restricted field of vision. I crawled forward very slightly and began to lick his boots as I knew very well how he liked me to greet him. It was a pleasure to taste his favourite boot polish instead of the awful taxi driver's cum. After a short time he turned and walked down the passageway towards the front door. I knew he wanted me to follow him although he did not say anything. Slowly I crawled after Master as I had so many times before... except this time I was very aware it might be the last time I would do so in quite the same way. In future it would be Chloe who would have the privilege of crawling behind Master's boots, not me. As I crawled, I thought how when he opened the front door Master would find a pretty girl kneeling there naked with a message written in large bold letters on her stomach saying that she wished to be enslaved. My body shuddered uncontrollably for a moment as I thought that I was not really sure what was in store for me... and then the door opened. I couldn't see very clearly as I was behind Master, and when I did peek past his legs to look out the door it was so bright out there compared to inside the house that at first I could not make out much at all. And then Master said, "On your back, cunt!" Gradually my eyes adjusted to the light, and I saw Chloe lean back and stretch her naked body out fully with her legs spread. When Master came out of the door to stand over her I was able to see better. Chloe was beautiful as she lay there completely exposed and I noticed that she appeared quite calm and almost at ease. Master looked at her for some time, and although he didn't say anything I could tell that he was impressed by the words "ENSLAVE THIS CUNT" which Chloe had written on her body. He put one boot between her legs and rubbed it against her pussy a little, and when he stepped back he checked to see if there was some cunt juice there. Satisfied, he came and stood back at the doorway before instructing Chloe to get back on her knees. "Greet your new Master, slave," he said. Without hesitation Chloe moved forward and lowering her head she began to lick her Master's boots. Her tongue lapped at his boot starting with the spot where he had rubbed it against her wet cunt. Then she licked carefully all over one boot and then the other. I knew she could probably taste the saliva I had left there a few minutes ago. I thought how appropriate it was that she should be licking my spit off his boots as we both belonged to Master now. While I watched her I could see clearly she was in a state of bliss and I knew that feeling well. I remembered how the first time I had greeted Master in this way I felt I had come *home*... and I was sure that Chloe would have been happy to kneel there licking his boots all day if her Master had allowed it. He did allow her to lick for quite a long while. It was as if he understood that this simple gesture meant so much to her and wanted to indulge her just this once. Eventually she became aware of another presence watching her, and while continuing to lick she looked up slightly at me. I was naked like she was, and also on my hands and knees, and we looked at each other intensely. After a moment I smiled. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 21 Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 21 == It was not until her new Master's boots finally moved away that Chloe stopped licking. Suddenly Master gave her a swat on her bare backside from his riding crop, and Chloe crawled forward over the threshold and into her new life of slavery. I knelt at Master's feet and watched my former best friend and now fellow slave crawling along a short distance ahead of me. Then Master closed the front door and walked up the passage behind us. My wet cunt tingled with anticipation as I crawled. I had waited so long for this moment and now it was finally a reality. I was beside myself with anticipation and excitement, and I was dying to see how Master would handle his new slave. Although I was quite confident he would do so in his usual calm but purposeful way, my natural curiosity wondered exactly how he would go about it. I knew that whatever was about to happen would be just the start of a long and ongoing process, and I was very much looking forward to seeing how my friend responded to her training. I knew that at best I might be allowed to observe from the sidelines as Master's attention would necessarily be focused on his newly acquired property. Of course I realised that Chloe would now be the centre of his attention as she needed to be trained and I already knew what was expected of me. Master did not need to tell me to keep out of the way while he taught Chloe how to submit to him totally. Even though she very much wanted to do so, from my own experience I recalled that even the most natural submissive and eager slave requires a lot of training and instruction in order to learn what her Owner requires. True submission is a partnership based on communication and mutual trust, and these things do not just grow in the dark like mushrooms. Unlike the fantasy perpetuated by the many *fake* dominants that infest the internet, training a slave is not just about pain or sex... It requires great patience on the part of the Dominant and great dedication on the part of the submissive. This can only be developed gradually as it involves a deep level of understanding between both, not just blind obedience due to fear of punishment. Since I well understood what was involved I knew this meant I could no longer expect anything and must surrender my place to Master's new slave --- my former dear Friend Chloe. I was more than willing to do this, but I imagined it would take some getting used to. As I crawled along I looked ahead every now and then, and as my eyes adjusted again to the more subdued light inside the house I could just make out my friend's naked body ahead of me. She had such a cute arse, and although I had worshipped it many times I had not often seen it from this perspective. I was absolutely thrilled to see that Chloe moved with such feline grace. Being naked on all fours seemed to just come naturally to her. I must admit I was completely lost in lurid fantasies about licking Chloe's arse when I finally crawled into the lounge room. I could hear my clit hood bell tingling softly and wondered if Chloe could hear it as well. Probably her mind was focused elsewhere. I was sure that her head would be filled with a jumble of mixed emotions as she was not only crawling into the room; her crawling led directly into a whole new life of slavery. I had often imagined this situation (or some variation of it). When I masturbated (and at many other times) I frequently day-dreamed that both Chloe and I were crawling somewhere on Master's orders. The very idea had always excited me greatly and I didn't need to even think about what might happen next. Just the image of both of us crawling, naked except for our collars, eyes downcast like obedient slavegirls, was enough to get me all worked up. When Master instructed me to masturbate for him or for the entertainment of his guests this was an especially erotic theme I could summon up at a moment's notice. I could always rely on some form of this favourite fantasy to take me right out of whatever situation I was in and deep into an imaginary world I had yearned to become a reality for so many years... Now that my much longed for dream was actually unfolding before me, I was finding it hard to get it into my head that this was not just another fantasy that would evaporate like a puff of smoke as soon as I orgasmed. Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl and I felt slightly dazed. It already felt like hours ago that I had peeped through Master's legs and watched Chloe stroke herself as she lay on her back just outside the front door... I recalled how I'd noticed that she was making an effort to spread her legs as widely as possible as she was very slowly running her fingers up and down her obscenely displayed slit. I understood instantly that she was making a statement about herself. I knew that she wanted her new Master to know she was giving herself to him without reservation and she had no shame and no hesitation in demonstrating that she was his slut. She wanted him to know that she was prepared to display herself in any way he required. It was a simple but powerful image, and I was sure Master recognized exactly what her wordless presentation meant. In all the times I'd seen Chloe naked I had never seen her look so beautiful. I'd always known Chloe was deeply submissive, but it was a side of her that even I, her closest friend, had rarely been allowed to more than glimpse. Chloe always projected a strong image to others, and it was second nature to her to take charge, so it was usually my role to grovel naked at her feet, degrading myself in obeisance. Even though I always willingly humiliated myself for my dear friend's pleasure, I understood implicitly that as Chloe gazed down at me she was imagining herself in my place. Often I could read into the look on Chloe's face at such moments that much of the pleasure she gained in diminishing me was directly connected to how she would have liked to be grovelling naked at my feet herself. I knew very well that she longed to show me her love by worshipping me with her tongue. I sometimes noticed her sneaking little glimpses at my pussy as she thought how wonderful it would be if I lowered my cunt onto her face, ordered her to stick her tongue up there as far as possible, and pulled on her erect nipples. I knew very well how my dear friend's mind worked. She had no secrets from me! When she made me lick her arsehole and tell her what a dirty little whore I was while doing so, it was obvious to me that our roles could just as easily have been reversed and that Chloe would be equally happy to be pleasuring me. But I was a very greedy little bitch and never allowed things to go in that direction even on the rare occasion I felt that if I'd ordered her to do so she would have submitted to me totally. Even when dominating me there were odd moments when her voice shook or she looked at me in a strange way, and I instinctively recognized that she was teetering on the brink of begging to be my submissive. At such times I would quickly seize the initiative and offer myself in some more extreme form of servitude. I always preferred to be in the submissive role and have Chloe do all the work of thinking up ever more extreme ways of giving me the experience of total subservience that I craved so deeply. I sometimes felt a little selfish for always having so much intense pleasure while my friend had all the trouble of dealing with a fractious little cunt like me, but dearest Chloe was so kind and loving that she never made me feel she was not totally happy to dominate and humiliate me for hours and hours on end. So I'd never previously had the opportunity to see much of her submissive side, and at times I regretted that I had never allowed that to happen. Now that I had reached my usual place at the side of Master's chair, I was able to turn around and look more carefully at Chloe for the first time since I'd seen her at Master's front door. Finally I was in a position to enjoy watching my dear friend experience what I had been privileged to have for so long, and that made me very happy as well as very excited. From now on we would both share the joys and pleasures as well as the many hardships of total slavery. The sight that greeted me as I gazed across the room was one I will never forget. Chloe had crawled ahead of me but stopped in the middle of the room. She had her head down in a very submissive position and was not immediately aware that I was watching her. This gave me the wonderful opportunity to observe her for a short time while she was still getting used to kneeling naked in her new Master's house. From where I was on the other side of the room Chloe looked gorgeous. I really wanted to go over and kiss her, but I knew I had to await instruction from Master so I never seriously considered taking the initiative like that. In any case, I was completely overwhelmed by so many intense feelings that I could only sit and watch this beautiful creature. I wished she knew how proud I was of her, and amongst a whole encyclopaedia of emotions I felt so much love, admiration, desire, and intense excitement all jumbled up together. It was really quite surreal to see Chloe kneeling naked with her head down as if she didn't dare look up at me any more. Gone were the days when she'd sat in this very room as an equal with Master and sipped from a glass of fine red wine while I knelt naked at their feet. She had greatly enjoyed those occasions during which Master had often played little games with her at my expense -- games in which it was my place to lick her feet or tell her what an obedient little cunt I was who would do anything she wished. I had loved those times as well, but it was still strange to be together again in this very room under such totally different circumstances. As if she had suddenly become aware that I was watching her, Chloe looked up. Her eyes were at just the right level to see directly into mine since I was kneeling on the floor like her. The look she gave me was one that told me exactly how much this moment meant to her. I could see right away that she was feeling even more intense emotions than I was, and I had to choke back the desire to say something. Of course it was only natural that she was feeling such emotions as she was entering an entirely new world and leaving everything she had known behind. It was a hugely important moment for her. I suddenly felt that my own feelings were no longer of much importance and that I must do everything I could to make this special occasion as powerful an experience and memorable an occasion as possible for my dear friend. Just then Master sat down in his favourite chair next to where I was kneeling. He didn't look at me but there was nothing unusual about that. Instead he was smiling at Chloe. He beckoned her to come towards him and she slowly crawled the remaining distance across the room to his feet. The way she crawled reminded me of the graceful way Ming Ming had moved, but she had practiced those movements for many years. Where did my friend acquire such skills? I was amazed that what I had so admired in Ming Ming seemed to come so naturally to Chloe. When she reached Master's feet she bent her head down and slowly kissed them. I could see her naked body shivering slightly, and I knew it must be some kind of emotional reaction on her part, which was of course perfectly understandable. She later told me that at that specific moment she was overwhelmed by the realisation that she was really committing herself to a life of slavery and the life-changing implications had washed over her like a tsunami. She said she'd felt like she was drowning in an ocean of erotic emotions and had wanted to beg Master to fuck her right away. Fortunately she didn't say anything like that. I was sure Master would not have been happy if she'd made such a request. I knew from my own training that he expected his slave to simply demonstrate obedience and wait for him to give the orders. Although very easy going and patient, Master was an old-fashioned dominant when it came to maintaining the etiquette of a slave-Master relationship and that meant it was not the slave's place to ask to be fucked. She would be fucked or treated in whatever way her Master wished as and when he felt so inclined. Her place was simply to obey. Once Master was satisfied with Chloe's abject display of submission, he leaned down and pulled her head up by her hair. He did so gently but firmly; the object was not to hurt her but rather to demonstrate his authority over her. For the first time since she'd arrived Chloe was able to look at her new Master directly. Almost immediately she lowered her eyes. Master said, "Look at me, slave!" and she looked back up at him again. From where I was kneeling I could see there were tears in her eyes, and I knew it must have been a special moment for her to realise for the first time that she could only look directly at her new Owner with his permission. As she knelt there, Master didn't say anything to Chloe. Instead he asked me to give him my collar. I was quite surprised at his order as I'd already given him a spare collar a day or two earlier, just before I'd gone back to stay with Chloe. I'd assumed he would use that collar for her. Although a little shocked, I immediately took off my collar and handed it to him as instructed. I was almost never without my collar. I felt a little hurt and confused when Master asked me to take it off as usually he did that for me. Of course I obeyed, but it was so strange to not feel the collar which signified my status as owned property around my neck. It shocked me even more when he buckled it around Chloe's neck! I was not only shocked, I was also a little upset. That was my collar! As a slave I had always felt that it was the only thing I owned, but in truth, whatever Master gave me still belonged to him. He had every right to take it away again. Whenever Master gave me something it was a privilege to look after it for a while but it was not mine, and I should not have imagined otherwise. I didn't even own myself, since as a slave I belonged to my Master. In theory he had the right to give me away or sell me, if he wished to do so. I had never felt he would ever consider doing that. But he could... and we had often discussed the fact that I was owned property and no longer had any rights. So I was already learning to re-adjust my thinking. I reminded myself that it was not only Chloe who was about to begin learning her place in this household, and that I would have to adapt to my new role as well. I knew my silly reaction at losing my collar was childish. I really wanted Chloe to have my collar if Master wished to give it to her. I was quite disappointed in my selfish thoughts as I had only just promised myself that I would do anything I could to make this as special an occasion as possible for my dear friend. Still it was a jolt to suddenly lose the collar I had worn since the day Master had accepted me as his slave years ago and see it given to another. I almost felt like crying, but I tried to calm myself down. Gradually I realised that as Master's new slave Chloe had every right to the collar, not I. As if reading my mind, which in fact he probably was, Master turned to me and said, "Don't worry. Later we'll take you down to the pet store and get you a nice new collar." I smiled. Then I thought "pet store"? Why...?? Of course. I am now a pet. Or rather I was always a pet but I was also Master's slavegirl. Now he has another slavegirl at my request. So I should not have been surprised that I was now just a pet. But I was. Master must have known I was feeling a little disconcerted at the loss of my collar. He took a spare collar out of his pocket and told his new slave to buckle it around my neck. As she did so Master told me that this was a temporary collar until another one was chosen for me by Chloe. The soft feel of Chloe's fingers as she placed the temporary collar around my neck almost made me forget that twice just now Master had indicated Chloe was responsible for me. It was as if I had become her pet, not his. Was that what he meant? My feelings were already such a confused mess, but now there was the added pleasure of feeling Chloe put a collar on me. As she did so I softly rubbed myself against her like the little pet I was. In reality I wanted to jump on top of her and beg to be allowed to lick her cunt or pleasure her in any way she wished, but I was sure this would spoil the atmosphere on this special occasion so I restrained myself. On top of all that I was also wondering just how Master wanted me to relate to Chloe since I was unsure about this myself. I'd always had the idea in my head that my friend and I would frolic around together, naked apart from our collars, like a couple of puppies, and that I would be able to lick and kiss her all day long. Of course that was merely a silly day-dream, but now it seemed that Master was indicating in his usual subtle way that Chloe was my new owner or at least had some kind of responsibility for me. And although this was a development I had anticipated to some extent, I had never really thought through the implications. With a jolt I realized that I should have asked Master more about how my status would change once Chloe joined us while I'd had the opportunity to do so. Instead I'd rambled on about Ming Ming and Chloe and other things which didn't really matter. Now I would learn my new place at Master's pleasure. I knew that was how it was always going to be, but out of curiosity I wished I had asked more about what Master intended for me. I didn't really mind whatever it was that Master had in mind as I would obey him regardless. In fact I really very much wanted him to impose some intensely degrading role on me, and the more harshly he did so the better. So maybe it was best if nothing was explained to me. In a way I felt I did not deserve to know, and I should just be treated like the dirty little cunt I was... It's possible that subconsciously I didn't want to ask what Master intended for me. I wondered if I'd never thought to do so in any detail because I preferred to be told what I was and what I must do. I want so much to obey, and I want so much to be *forced* to do so. Brutally, if necessary. By brutal I don't mean that I want to be beaten into submission or anything like that. I don't mind being slapped occasionally or given a few strokes with a crop, but although I accept such treatment as part of being a slave I don't really enjoy physical pain. Rather, I have a longing to be treated brutally in the emotional sense -- to have my feelings disregarded and made to endure something that I really want but would not willingly choose. I yearned to be forced to be complicit in my own degradation, to beg for ever more extreme subjugation, or made to endure intense humiliation and emotional masochism... Such thoughts both scared and excited me and I often found myself thinking about how far I would go... Pulling myself out of my mental turmoil, I looked at Chloe. Having put the temporary collar on me, she had moved back to kneeling at Master's feet. I had so much enjoyed having my dear friend so close to me but now I couldn't feel her skin against mine any more. Instead she had her attention focused on Master and was wearing my... or rather HER collar. The collar I was now wearing felt strange, but I had moved past feeling upset about the loss of my own. It was always a surprise even to myself how quickly my moods changed. Sometimes I felt upset or sad or humiliated and what seemed like a few seconds later I was happy or elated or aroused. I often seemed to have no control at all over my own emotions, and I wondered how Master had put up with such a complex little bitch all these years. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 21 In contrast, Chloe was always very much in control of her feelings. Of course she felt sad or upset at times just like anyone else, but she never seemed overwhelmed by such feelings. She worked her way through things and eventually arrived at a place where she was comfortable. She was not all over the place like me. Even now, when I knew my friend was feeling a lot of intense emotions, she seemed to be coping very well. As I looked at Chloe kneeling at Master's feet I was very impressed. She had such perfect poise, with her back straight, her hands behind her back, her eyes lowered submissively, and despite or perhaps because of all that she looked absolutely radiant. It was as if she was finally where she belonged. I remembered how I had felt exactly that way on my first meeting with Master, and I supposed that my dear friend really was actually finally where she belonged after struggling with her deepest desires all her life. It was wonderful watching Chloe sit there so demurely with her legs spread and her pussy prominently on display. She seemed to know how Master wished her to present herself without having to be trained to do it by the occasional blow from a riding crop like I had been. Then I realised that she must have taken note of how I'd presented myself for Master on those past occasions when she had joined us in this very room. I was so impressed by her powers of observation and how she had obviously learned by watching me, even while she was laughing and joking with Master at my expense. Despite my foolish resentments and typically jumbled emotions, I was really thrilled that my dear friend was now finally here with me as I had always wanted. Master was sitting back and watching Chloe as well. He was obviously in no hurry to rush her through any training, and I knew that he preferred to take things slowly. I understood why he'd want to just look at her for a while as she was truly stunning and looked so submissive. Her naked body was trembling slightly as she knelt there, and I was close enough to hear her shallow breathing. At that moment I loved Chloe so much! I wished I could tell her how I felt, but I knew that the best thing I could do for my dear friend was to be her loyal and obedient pet. A thing that amused her at times, and comforted her at other times. I would lick her and do as she told me, and that way I was sure that she'd be aware of all the love I had for her. Slowly Master reached out and took hold of Chloe's new collar and drew her closer to him. She looked shyly up at him and then down again until he told her that it was alright for her to look directly at him. He said that he wanted her obedience not some kind of awed reverence, and that he didn't consider himself to be any kind of superior being. "But I am your owner," he told her, "and from this moment on you will submit yourself to my will totally and absolutely." Chloe nodded but didn't speak. She probably didn't know what to say, or maybe she just knew that for a slave silence is sometimes the right answer. Master smiled at her and added that she was to consider herself his personal slave and obey no-one but him. Then he said, "From now on your name is just slave. You no longer have any other name. Do you understand?" Again Chloe nodded, but this time she said, "I will be your faithful slave, Master, and I will obey you without question in every way." "Good slave," Master responded. Then, glancing at me, he told her, "And this is my pet. One of your duties will be to look after it for me. You will feed it and care for it, and in return it will be your plaything and companion. It has no rights and you can use it as you wish, but it is my property so you will make sure this pet is well looked after and comes to no harm." "Yes Master," Chloe responded. Master told Chloe that her training would be ongoing and continuous, but that he did not propose to begin teaching her tonight. The sky was already dark outside and it was only when Master mentioned "tonight" that I realised how late it was. "I have some plans for you and for pet," Master said, "but for now I just want to establish the new order of this household. As my slave you will sleep in my bed and be available for my use at any time," he added as Chloe listened attentively. "The pet will not sleep in my bed but on a mat at the foot of the bed," he said without looking at me. "It will be also be available for use at any time but I will no longer use it directly. I intend to train it in pet obedience and allow it to explore it's new role under my guidance and your care," he explained. I knew that I had just received my new instructions, even though they were spoken to Chloe and not me. I felt elated that at last I had some idea of what Master intended for me. I was excited that he had indicated that he'd be pushing me down more deeply into submission as I had often requested, but I was also a bit sad that I would no longer have the same direct contact with Master that I had grown used to. I was used to sleeping with him and would miss that, but it was the beginning of a whole new life for me as well, not just Chloe. At this point Master got up and walked over to the couch. He sat down and patted the area next to him. At his sign Chloe crawled over to him and climbed up on the couch on her hands and knees. I was not sure what to do, but Master said, "My pet will crawl over here and lay on it's back with it's legs spread. Then it will stroke it's cunt, but not come, as it watches my new slavegirl suck my cock. If it's good, pet may get a special treat later." Without having to be told, Chloe took Master's cock out of his trousers and very gently licked and sucked it until he was fully erect. I scurried over to them as I had been told and lay down with my head between Master's feet. As I looked up I slowly stroked myself. From the position where I lay, I could see my friend's beautiful face framed by her long dark hair as she took Master's cock into her mouth. I had seen my friend suck cock before, but this time she was sucking my Master's cock and she had replaced me as his slave. Now I completely understood why Master wanted me to watch as if I had been more directly involved I would not have been able to fully appreciate the scene before me for what it was. He knew I was a voyeuristic creature and that I would be very aroused by watching his new slave serve him. At the same time he understood that my mind would be working overtime -- taking everything in and seeking to understand what it meant for me. What Master was demonstrating to me was the new order of things. Briefly put, from now on his new slave would service him sexually and in every other way. I was just a plaything... As I observed Master's cock fill Chloe's small mouth I could feel many strong emotions roiling through me. My mind was thinking about how deeply I wanted to be put in my place like this, that I deserved be be reduced to a thing that could only watch and no longer had the right to pleasure it's Owner. The idea of being degraded in this way had always fascinated me, and it had gradually become an obsession. Something I'd longed for and had worked hard to make happen. Now it was happening before my eyes as I stroked myself, and the emotions streaming through me were so strong that my body would occasionally give an involuntary spasm and I was moaning continuously. I felt both light as air and at the same time that I was being pushed down and forcibly kept in my place. I loved the contradictions and intensity involved in those feelings. It was what I had craved for so long... But by far the strongest feeling I had was overwhelming love for my dear friend, and it was wonderful to see her serving Master for the first time. Master obviously wanted me to observe his new slave closely as she submitted to him, and I knew he was giving me an opportunity to adjust to my new role. Sucking his cock was something I had done for him so often, and although I had seen him with many other girls, they were no one special. I always knew they would not take my place with Master. This time was very different. From now on my friend Chloe would take care of Master's sexual needs and not I. From now on, any other girls Master allowed to serve him would have, however briefly, more direct contact with Master than I could. From now on, Chloe would be with him whenever he wanted her, and she would be able to cuddle up to him at night. I had always loved falling asleep by Master's side, but now I knew I was no longer going to be his slave... I was just a pet that is played with from time to time, then left to wait until it's Owner has time for it again. I had begged Master to be allowed to give up my position as his slave and for him to take my friend Chloe instead, so of course I was not upset that things had turned out this way. Indeed, I was very excited by all that was happening and all that I imagined would happen in future. But I had not fully appreciated until now just what it would feel like to be in this position. It was more difficult than I'd expected to adjust my thinking, even though my heart was fully at ease with my new status. I knew it would take time for me to begin thinking like the pet I now was, instead of the slavegirl I used to be. I was sure Master understood this too. Probably better than I did. However hard it might be, I was determined to become a good pet for my Master and to be a playful companion for my new Mistress. I knew Master was gradually training me to learn my new place, and probably there would be some emotional pain mixed in with the intense pleasure that watching Chloe sucking Master's cock was giving me, but that was what I was for. I wanted to suffer for Master and demonstrate that I would not only give myself to him totally, but also that I was capable of giving up everything for him as well. I would give away even the very few things I had which were not really things I possessed but rather things I was allowed to do. Everything I had done for Master for many years I would do no longer. Nothing would be what I was used to; nothing would be the same. So it finally hit me with a kind of shock that I now had nothing... no rights.. no duties... no certainties. I no longer had even the certainty that I was a slave, such as that was. I had given away even those things I loved most such as giving my Master pleasure. But I also realised that in giving up my place in Master's life I was gaining something more... something even more dark and intense than mere slavery. So I felt that by doing this I would also gain a lot. I wanted to fully explore what it meant to be totally owned to the extent that my preferences were no longer important (as had already been the case for a long time) but also to the extent that my responses no longer mattered. The difference was that as a slave I had no choice but to obey, while in my new role my feelings would not even be considered and my obedience would simply be taken for granted. If I acted in a way my Owner did not like I would presumably be beaten until I submitted, or locked away until I quietened, or in some other way made to accept that I had no rights at all. These thoughts were floating rather aimlessly through my head as I lay on my back and watched. From my symbolically low position I was gazing up as I stroked myself, and I was able to see Master's cock as Chloe took it fully into her mouth. I could tell that she was skillfully using her tongue to give him as much pleasure as possible. At first she had her eyes closed, and I imagined that she was taking time to get used to the cock she would be worshipping from now on. I was sure my friend was aware she was just beginning her long journey into sexual slavery. I wished I could have reached out and caressed her to let her know I wanted to support her on that journey, but I was sure she already knew I would do so. I would have liked to suck on her nipples or lick her cunt to give her some added pleasure, but I was sure she knew that it was Master's pleasure that was important and that her own was no longer a consideration. From now on she would perform sexually, as in every other way, according to Master's instructions and her own desires did not matter. I wanted to cry out, "I love you so much, Chloe," but I knew I must remain silent. In my new role I did not have the right to express my joy or my pain. Instead I must endure. I must allow Master and Chloe to teach me how to be a good pet. I decided I would do all I could to be the most obedient little pet anyone could wish for and that I would work hard at letting go of my stupid girlish fantasies and instead think like a pet. I wished I had a tail so I could wag it! As I watched, Chloe sucked Master's cock very slowly and lovingly for a long time. I started to feel more and more excited watching my dear friend serving my Owner. This was a very special moment for me and something I'd looked forward to ever since I had come to live with Master. Even when I was still learning to be Master's slave, I had begun to imagine what it would be like to have another slave in the household. At first I just longed for another slavegirl to share my life with me, but over time I began to yearn to submit to another slavegirl as well as my Master... and eventually I developed the desire to be even less than a slave. One day it finally came to me that my dear friend Chloe would be the ideal person to take my place as Master's slave. I knew that she would instinctively know how to treat me like the masochistic little bitch I was as she'd already had a lot of experience dominating and humiliating me. Lost in thought I had been stroking myself slowly without really being conscious of what I was doing, so it was a surprise to realize that I seemed to have developed a rhythm as I stroked myself which matched Master's cock moving in and out of Chloe's mouth. As she increased her pace so did I, and before long I felt close to coming. Fortunately Master must have felt the same need as he told Chloe to stop sucking him and instead to sit on the couch with her legs on either side of me. Master was sitting behind her and raising himself off the couch slightly he thrust his cock into her and started to fuck her really hard. From my position on the floor I could look up and watch him thrust in and out of her as she moaned and thanked him for using her. I have always been a voyeuristic little slut, so I was intensely aroused to see my friend being fucked by my beloved Master. His cock slid deeply into her, and I loved hearing her moan and cry out as he did so. I had slowed down stroking myself so I was no longer as close to coming as I had been. Instead I was focused on observing what was happening just above my head. I couldn't remember ever feeling more aroused. Finally, with a loud grunt of satisfaction, Master thrust one last time deeply into his slave and I could tell he was coming inside her. He seemed to pull out slightly as he came, but not all the way. At first I wondered what he was doing and then I realised that he was preparing the "special treat" that he had mentioned earlier. After he'd come he told Chloe to kneel down and position her cunt just over my mouth. As she did so, I opened my mouth and put out my tongue so as to catch all of Master's cum as it leaked out of my dear friend's pussy. I kept stroking myself and although I could no longer see with Chloe straddling my head, from the few noises and movements I was aware of I could sense that Master had stood up and was having his cock cleaned by his new slave's mouth. As I felt Master's cum drip onto my outstretched tongue and gradually slide into my mouth I enjoyed the smell of my friend's freshly fucked cunt. I managed to lick her pussy now and then as well. Each time I licked I felt Chloe shudder slightly. As Chloe licked Master's cock clean, I poked my tongue out further and licked up the cum that was still inside her. Little by little I pushed my tongue deeper into her pussy and scooped out all of Master's cum that I could find. I loved feeling that I was reduced to cleaning Master's cum out of his new slave while she licked him clean, and as my tongue probed deeper and deeper inside her I could feel Chloe's juices coating my face. I felt like such a slut, and the thought of what I was doing was so erotic, that I almost orgasmed. My body was tingling all over. Somehow I managed not to come as I'm sure Master would have been very disappointed with me if I'd done so without permission. Once I had licked all of Master's cum from his new slave's cunt she lifted herself off my face and I crawled out from beneath her. On request I showed Master what I had in my mouth. He and Chloe looked into my mouth and seemed very impressed with my efforts. I would have wagged my tail if I'd had one. Instead Master patted me on the head and said, "Good pet." Then he pulled me up off my knees by my hair and Chloe put her arms around me. It was the first time we'd hugged since she'd presented herself to Master earlier in the day, and I was very aware of how different our situation was after only such a short time had passed. It seemed all at once like only a few minutes had passed and at the same time that it was about a million years ago... I was amazed at how much had changed. Here was Chloe, naked, collared and nicely fucked, holding me in her arms and licking her juices and probably some of Master's cum off my face. I was deliriously happy. Although Master had not instructed her in any way, Chloe seemed to know what he wanted her to do. She licked my face clean and then I opened my mouth and she allowed whatever cum she'd found to drip down and onto my tongue. I was sure Master was enjoying watching his new slave feed her pet his cum, but I was not looking at him. Instead I was looking into the eyes of my new Mistress. With all her licking Chloe couldn't speak, and as I had my mouth open and my tongue out to receive the cum she was feeding me I couldn't speak either. I don't really think Master wanted us to say anything. Probably Master was just as thrilled as I was to have his new slave and his former slave (now reduced to a pet) frolicking together for his pleasure and amusement. For my part, I enjoyed being able to look into Chloe's eyes as she fed Master's cum to me. I could read my dear friend so well after all these years, and just by looking into her eyes I could see just how much she was enjoying her new role. I could tell she was very excited, extremely aroused, and totally content. I was awash with similar emotions myself, and as each drop of cum dripped onto my tongue I felt more and more at ease with my reduced role and proud to be amusing my Owners. I was sure Chloe would find many more ways to remind me of my place and show me that she was my Mistress. I felt totally at peace and knew everything had changed for the best. Finally Master ordered me to swallow his cum. As I did so he told me from now on I would not receive any cum directly from him, but if I was a good pet I'd sometimes be allowed to lick his cum from Chloe's pussy or arse or accept it from her mouth. He added that I would also be allowed to clean up his cum from other sluts he chose to use as I had done occasionally in the past. What was clear to me was that I would always be one step removed from receiving his cum directly. I understood what Master was trying to teach me, and on a whim I put my hands up like paws and barked my acceptance. Master smiled at my playfulness, and I think he could tell that I was happy with my new role. Now that I'd swallowed his cum, Master reached out and positioned my head so my mouth was within reach of Chloe's lips. Knowing what he wanted, she kissed me. Her tongue wriggled into my mouth, and we kissed passionately and for a very long time. It was the most beautiful kiss I've ever had. When she had finished kissing me she finally gave me the hard slap in the face I had been waiting for and pushed me back down onto my knees. Enslaving Chloe Ch. 21 The look on my dear friend's face told me what was in her mind. Knowing her as well as I did, I could see right away that she was very happy to be under Master's control; at the same time she was delighted that he allowed her to treat me in any way she wished (within reason). I knew that this meant I would be both loved and humiliated while made to feel that I was less than even a slave. This was exactly what I had hoped for. Master was also pleased with what she had done. While smiling at Chloe he said to me, "Now thank your Mistress." At first I was confused. Thank her for slapping me? Thank her for kissing me? I wasn't sure just what to say. Then I realised that this was the first time Master had described Chloe as my Mistress. So I said, "This pet thanks you for allowing it to serve you, Mistress. I'm so happy to be here at your feet. And thank you for joining me in submission to our beloved Master." I felt overjoyed that all those I loved most were now part of my life in a way that allowed me to serve them as they wished. I was so looking forward to everything that was about to happen to me, even though I had no real idea exactly what that might be. == Epilogue == This completes the story of how I came to share my slavery with my best friend Chloe... and of how I began my journey into a deeper level of submission. This story is a work of fiction, but it is based on things which actually happened and it is about real people. It is fiction in the sense that what I have described here represents a distilled version of what actually happened but I have tried to remain true to the spirit of how things were. While some parts are exactly as they occurred, in other parts I have had to impose a sequence of events in order to make my story more readable and understandable. I say understandable because I hope that by reading my story you may have gained some understanding of me. I know that my desires are not generally accepted by society, and may even be regarded as perverted by some. Whatever you think, I have tried to include enough background so that my motivations and inclinations were evident. Of course, as one part of my story ends, another part is just beginning... The opportunity to explore my deepest desires is very precious to me, and I am exceptionally grateful that Master and my new Mistress are willing to give me such an experience. This is something for which I have yearned, deeply. I know that being subjugated in this manner will involve pain as well as pleasure, but the outcome is totally out of my hands. I'm sure they will know how to handle a fractious little bitch like me, and if I need to be beaten at times that is not only what I need -- it is what I want. Master has often told me he knows I am slave material because he has observed that no matter what I say I want or don't want, I will accept totally whatever he imposes on me. That is, even if I start out not wanting something or being reluctant to do as he instructs, I will obey. The fact is I have always found my Master's orders were just exactly what I wanted, even if I didn't know that at first. I want to be just a thing owned by my Master and given to my Mistress at his discretion. I never saw my slavery as any sort of game, although I am aware it is like that for some. I have always been very serious about my total and absolute submission, and my experience over the years I have served Master has convinced me the less control I have over anything the better. I am about to find out exactly what that means. I really hope I will be made to learn that I am just a thing. Beyond that I expect nothing. I hope to be allowed to write more about my experiences and about Master, slave (my former dear friend Chloe), Ming Ming, and others... If you have any comments or suggestions I would be happy to receive them. If I am allowed to I will reply. v2 == fin == Enslaving Chloe I was looking back on all this during that long, happy morning as we both lay in bed. We were not talking all the time and there were long periods where we were content to just lay in each other's arms, gently stroking each other and lost in our own thoughts. Although we did not discuss the relationship between us, we both knew it was special. The intensely complementary way we related was somehing of which we were both highly aware. We did talk about how in recent years we had, perforce of circumstances, gradually come to live more separate lives. We remained close, but for years now we had not really had that much time to spend together. Chloe was always busy with her work which was very important to her. She had relationships from time to time, but these didn't seem to last very long. Maybe her partners found it difficult to play a secondary role to her work, which always came first with her. Maybe it was simply that she was a very individual and unconventional person and had never found anyone who really understood her as deeply as I knew she desired. Despite her generally dominant role in our relationship, and although she was quite a strong-willed and independent person, I had always understood that Chloe had a deeply submissive nature like me. Her need for someone to understand her completely, and to protect her, was very strong. However, I thought that her way of expressing her desire to submit when she was ready to do so would be very different to mine. Rather than craving degradation and humiliation like me, Chloe would only submit to someone once she was confident that they would look after her completely and keep her safe. Otherwise, if she needed to look after herself as had been the case most of her life, she would want to retain her indepence and I'm sure she would do so fiercely. While I felt my friend would be willing to surrender her independence completely when she was ready, and would even accept humiliation if required, that would only happen once she was with the right person. By nature Chloe did not show the submissive side of herself openly. I'm sure most who knew her would have been shocked to know that the strong, creative and energetic woman they thought they understood, actually wanted... needed... someone to dominate her and allow her to express her profoundly submissive nature. Apparently such a person was very rare, as Chloe had never found anyone she could have accepted as her Master in all her life. Despite knowing a wide range of very unconventional people, she had never really had anyone she could be totally open with... except me. My thoughts were interrupted by Chloe putting her coffee cup against my breast. I jumped, as although the cup was quite warm it was not hot enough to burn me. Chloe knew that. I think she just noticed that I was lost in thought and wanted to get my attention. After looking up at her, I took my breasts in my hands and offered them to her. She knew what my gesture meant. When we used to spend more time together I would sometimes offer myself to her to be used as she wished. Chloe liked me to actually ask to be tormented, beaten or abused in whatever way she chose. By offering her my breasts I was reminding her of those times from years ago. Knowing exactly what I wanted, she smiled at me and bent down to take one of my nipples in her mouth. At first she kissed it and sucked it gently, but gradually Chloe bit down on my nipple with her teeth. Not hard enough to cause any damage, but hard enough for me to suffer at her whim. It's that kind of surrender to her that is like an unspoken language between us. She knows what I want, and I accept that she will respond in whatever way she chooses. There is no need for any discussion at all. After biting on my tender bud while I still held my breasts out to her, Chloe sat up and kissed me gently on the mouth. I knew she was telling me that she remembered the way we used to be. I must admit that I had also drifted away from my dear friend to some extent. Not out of any desire to not be close to her, as nothing could have been further from my mind. But from our early twenties onwards, we both gradually tended to put our time and energies more and more into other aspects of our lives. Our love and friendship was always there underneath and we still managed to spend time together when we could. We even still slept together occasionally and we still had a strong desire to be there for each other in the same way as we always had. But more and more, other relationships intervened, other priorities took over, and other activities consumed us. At one point Chloe spent several years in Europe working with very famous and prestigious practitioners of skills she wished to acquire. By the time she returned from Europe, I had met my Master, and we had fallen out of the habit of meeting up as much as we used to do. She was soon once again so busy with her work that sometimes when I wanted to see her we couldn't find a mutually convenient time. So our contact, while still constant, was mainly restricted to quick phone calls, or rushed meetings at a cafe. I missed her.