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My Enslavement

By: goregoregirl



It was late in February 2016, one year ago this month. I was walking home from my job at the hospital where I worked as an admissions clerk. It was a three mile walk and it gave me plenty of time to feel sorry for myself. 

The last few years had been rough to say the least. It started with oil shortages which lead to an economic depression. Millions of people were unemployed. Then in 2015 the flu pandemic began. It hit too fast for anyone to prepare. The government was failing. We often had rolling black outs. I heard rumors that some cities in the Midwest were running out of food. 

All I knew for sure was that the hospital I worked at was a living hell. When the flu first struck we were swarmed with panicked people. Most of them weren't even sick yet. As winter approached more people came to us for help and we had to start turning them away. There were beds set up in every available space, but we still didn't have enough room. 

The morgue struggled as well. By the end of December bodies were everywhere. People were leaving the dead to lie on the streets like garbage. 

I guess I should have felt lucky. I had a job, even if it didn't pay regularly. Spring was nearing and, so far, I was still alive. I got sick that November, but I survived. 

However, my fiancé and parents did not. 

I continued thinking about my life as I walked. Soon, I had the eerie feeling that someone was following me. I stopped and turned around. It was dark and I couldn't see anything. I was in a subdivision about a mile away from my house. It appeared to have electricity, but there was little light on the street. I thought I saw something move in a shadow. 

I kept walking, faster this time, my instincts told me to run, but I ignored them. I felt stupid for walking home alone. I should have saved enough money for gas or found a ride. I was twenty four years old and I suppose I would be considered attractive. To make matters worse, the police presence was scarce since the pandemic. 

Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. I tried to scream, but they stifled it with their hand. I could tell from the size that it was a man's hand. I tried to kick at him, but I could not make contact. I felt him lift up my heavy coat and jam something metal into my side. My muscles went limp and I fell to the ground in a heap. My mind was still aware and I knew he used a stun gun on me. 

The man picked me up and threw my limp body over his shoulder. I could not see his face. He carried me a short distance and then he stopped in front of a house. I was beginning to regain some feeling in my limbs and I was desperately willing them to move. My heart was beating irregularly. I thought I was going to die of fright. The man carried me into the house shutting the door behind us. He threw me on the floor and I landed hard on my ass. I got a good look at him for the first time. He was around thirty years old and his head was shaved. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. He looked solemn as he turned and locked the deadbolt. 

He turned back to me. "What's your name?"

"Vivian." I said shakily. 

"Get up." he ordered. 

I struggled to get my legs to support me. They trembled as I stood up. 

"Come with me." he said. 

I looked at him, dumbfounded. He grabbed my hand and dragged me down a hallway to a bedroom. 

The bedroom scared me even more. Everything in it was black, except for the thick shiny chains that hung from the ceiling in a corner of the room. It was definitely something you wouldn't find in most suburban homes. 

"Let's get this over with." he stated coldly, "You are my new slave. You will not leave this house unless I allow it. Now, strip."

He spoke to me with such authority that I actually started to take my coat off. I caught myself and stopped. He frowned at me. 

"You will learn to do as you're told, Vivian." 

I was not prepared for the slap that landed across my face. It knocked me sideways bringing tears to my eyes. He tackled me and tore off my clothes. He had the unnatural ability to put me in positions that were so painful, I could offer little resistance. 

When I was naked he led me by my long hair to the corner of the room with the chains. He fastened my wrists to them and pulled them tight. He stopped when my arms were suspended over my head. I felt as if my shoulders were going to be pulled out of their sockets. Facing the corner, I could not see what he was doing, though from the sounds I heard, I guessed that he was getting undressed. I heard some other noises as well, but I couldn't tell what they were.

It seemed like I was there forever, hanging in the dark corner, listening to shuffling and other less discernable sounds, before he finally returned and shoved a rubber ball into my mouth. It had straps that went around my face to the back of my head. He secured it so I could not get it out. I moaned as I realized what was happening. I had only been with two men, but I was not naive. I knew what to expect next, as he walked away, leaving me once again to stare in horror at the darkened shadows of the corner. 

This time he did not leave me waiting. The next sound I heard was the crack of a whip as it landed across my back. I screamed into the gag. I was sure that my flesh was being ripped open with each blow that rained down on my backside. It didn't take long before I was sobbing. After an eternity, he stopped and unchained me. I now had a full view of him through my teary eyes. He was slightly muscular and several inches taller than me. My eyes couldn't help but drift down to his hard cock. 

"If I take the gag out, do you promise to be quiet?" he asked in a calm voice that gave me chills.

I nodded my head. My jaw ached almost as bad as my back and I would have promised anything if it got him to take it out. 

He undid the straps and I pushed it out of my mouth quickly. He turned me around and kissed me softly on the forehead, as his hands moved over my breasts. Gently, he caressed them until my nipples were hard. He traced his fingertips lightly down my sides, over the curves of my hips, around to my ass, tightly squeezing it. 

I gasped at the pain. He smiled a little and led me to his bed. I thought about protesting, but I have to confess that I am a coward when it comes to pain. I could not bear the thought of being whipped like that again. 

He pushed me onto my back causing me to yelp. My legs were draped over the edge of the bed. He knelt down between them. I felt his tongue touch my clit. It seemed more sensitive than normal and I jumped when he touched it. I was surprised that I was able to get any pleasure from this after the torturous hell he had just put me through. 

He licked my clit for a long time before moving down to the opening of my pussy. He impaled me with his tongue and I moved my hips towards his face. He moved back up to my clit and began tonguing it in earnest. Despite my fears and shame I could feel my orgasm building. I began moaning softly as it approached. I felt numb as I came for him. 

I was allowed to recover for a moment before he rolled me over. "Get on your knees." he instructed. 

I did as I was told. I put my knees on the edge of the bed and put my face down. I expected him to start fucking me, but he leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck. He continued kissing and gently biting down my back. I couldn't help but feel aroused. He seemed to instinctively know where all of my sensitive spots were. 

I was ready to beg him to fuck me when I felt his cock touch my pussy. He slowly forced it inside me until I could feel the base of his cock touching my shaved pussy. I moaned again as he began fucking me. His slow pace was driving me insane. I squeezed my pussy around his cock and pushed back against him. He finally increased his pace and thrust harder into me until I was screaming into the mattress. I came again, this time without warning, and I felt lightheaded with the intensity of it. As my orgasm subsided, I could feel his cock twitch inside of me followed by the warmth of his cum filling my pussy. 

He pulled out of me and I laid down on the bed. I was still in a daze from the two massive orgasms I just had. I watched him turn off the light and climb into the bed next to me. He pulled me into his arms and held me. He gently caressed my hair. I stared blankly off into space trying to comprehend the evening's events. I felt his cum dripping out of me. I don't know how long we laid there. 

I was startled out of my trance when I heard a baby cry. It was the last sound in the world I expected to hear. 

The man groaned. "Follow me." He said as he got out of bed. He turned on the light again and put on a bathrobe. He tossed me one as well. "Put this on."

I did and followed him out of the room. We went back into the hall and into another bedroom. It was lit dimly by a nightlight. To my shock there was not one crib, but two. Each one held a small baby. They both looked like tiny angels. They were pale with dark brown hair. The same color as mine. Their features were perfect and they looked similar. Expect one was wearing pink and the other blue. 

"Are they both yours?" I blurted out. 

"Yes. Twins. I need help." I was beginning to realize he was a man of few words.

"I don't know anything about babies." This was the truth. I had never even held a baby this small. 

"If I learned, so can you." he said as he picked the girl up. 

I watched him take care of them and he handed me the boy. He showed me how to hold him. I was amazed at how gentle this monster of a man had suddenly become. I followed him back to the kitchen. He showed me how to fix their formula. As I helped him feed them I asked, "What are their names...and yours?"

"Their names are Alex and Andrea... You will call me 'Sir'"

"Where is their mother?" I figured this was a stupid question too, but I needed to be sure.

"She's dead." He looked me in the eye. I looked away from him.

"I'm sorry." I said truthfully. No one knew why, but the flu seemed to kill more women than men. Children also seemed to have better odds of surviving it. 

"Did you get sick?" he asked. 

"Yes, a few months ago." 

We did not speak again until later when the babies were asleep again. He gave me a nightgown to wear and we got back in his bed. 

"I have to go back to work in a few days. I need you to watch the babies." he told me. 

I could not wrap my brain around his statement. This could not be real. Why would he kidnap a stranger to watch his children? "Why me?" I finally asked.

"There is no one else. I've looked." He turned on his side and faced away from me. 

I didn't say anything else. I stayed in his bed, awake for hours. I thought about trying to escape, but I was afraid of the consequences. When a baby cried, he woke up and I followed him again to help. This routine went on for two more days. 

During that time I felt like I was in a trance. He told me that I could wear any of his wife's clothes I wanted. On both nights he tied me to the bed and toyed with me before fucking me senseless. 

It was the evening of my third day there when he told me, "Tomorrow morning I'm going back to work." He handed me a phone. "If you need anything you can call me. It's the only number the phone will call."

"What do you do?"

He didn't answer me for a long time. Then he said, "I'm a police officer."

I couldn't help but giggle at the irony. 

He ignored my outburst and said that all he really cared about was that I took care of his kids. With that out of the way, he proceeded to bend me over his lap. He pulled up my gown to expose my bare ass. He began by rubbing it firmly. Next, he lightly touched my pussy and thighs with his fingers. I squirmed on his lap and he slapped me hard on the ass. He rubbed my ass again and slapped it over and over. This didn't hurt like the whipping. I was amazed that I was feeling aroused by it and noticed I was getting wet. 

He stopped and pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap. He continued fondling my breasts and pussy, but he never touched me enough to make me cum. 

I couldn't take his teasing anymore. "Fuck me." I whispered in his ear. 

He threw me off his lap onto the bed. At first, I thought I angered him. He pulled his shorts off and climbed on top of me. I bent my knees to give him easier access to my waiting pussy. He guided his hard cock to my pussy and slammed it inside. "Oh, god." I groaned as he started fucking me. It was not long before I came. He grunted as he came and let all of his weight down on me. I could feel my pussy involuntarily contracting around his cock as he laid on top of me. 

That night, for the first time since my abduction, I slept peacefully. 

The next morning I got up with him. He got ready for work and I started taking care of the babies. After he left, I sighed with relief that I was alone in the house. While the babies slept I started exploring. I checked all of the windows and doors. They all had burglar bars on the outside. All of the doors had deadbolts that locked from the inside. I could open the windows, but I didn't see anyone on the street. Not that they would be able to help me anyway. What would they do...call the police?

There was no phone; except for the one he gave me, or computer. I had no way to easily escape. I sat on the couch and thought about my predicament. I figured if I tried hard enough I could escape. I thought about getting a knife from the kitchen, hiding it under the mattress, and stabbing him while he slept. 

Despite what he had done to me, I didn't think I could go through with that plan. Even if I did, I wondered where I would go. I would have to get out of town. I settled on the fact that I was here until he released me. It wasn't so bad; I tried to rationalize to myself. At least I don't have to go back to my awful job. 

I got up and set about exploring the house again. If I was trapped here I wanted to learn as much as I could about the man keeping me here. I didn't even know his name. I noticed as I went from room to room that there was a lack of personal items. No photos, no mail, or any personal documents. 

It was in the last room I looked in that day, his bedroom, where I finally found something of interest. I opened a huge wooden trunk at the base of the bed. I gasped as I saw that it was full of sex toys. I dug though them, looking at each one. I was concerned that I didn't even know what most of them were for. At the bottom of the trunk I found some books and a small photo album. I looked through the books first. One was a how-to manual for bondage, another was about being dominant, and the other about being submissive. I decided I would read through those later. I opened the photo album. The first picture was of a stunning blonde. She was naked, blindfolded, and tied to the bed. I looked up, it was this bed. I surmised this must have been his wife. The rest of the pictures were mostly of this woman in different poses. There were also some pictures of her with another woman.

I put everything back in place except for the books about domination and submission. 

I spent the next two weeks reading bits and pieces from the books and busying myself around the house. I started having dinner ready for him when he got home. We would eat at the dining room table together. I would tell him what his children did during the day and he seemed to enjoy this. He still spoke very little to me, but he continued to fuck me every night. He always held me afterwards. I found myself secretly beginning to look forward to our sessions in the bedroom. The books had intrigued me as well. 

"Sir, may I ask you something?" I asked one night at dinner. 

He looked up at me from his meal, I think I surprised him with my sudden question, "What?"

"Are you going to let me go soon?"

He looked annoyed. "Not likely."

"Then will you take me to my house so I can get some of my own things? I know no one is looking for me and I promise I won't be any trouble." I said this as fast as I could. I was afraid I was going to earn myself a beating. 

"What things?"

I was elated that he hadn't immediately said no. "Just some clothes and some photos of my family." 

"Make a list and I'll get them for you."

"Please, Sir, I'd rather get them myself. I haven't been outside for weeks. I swear I won't run away...please." I tried to sound as meek and submissive as possible. 

"I'll think about it." He went back to his dinner.

This answer satisfied me and I dropped the subject for the rest of the evening. 

Later that night we went to his bedroom. This was apparently going to be one of the nights he didn't fuck me. I scolded myself for feeling disappointed. My thoughts turned to the books I was reading and I decided to try something tomorrow morning. It was a Saturday and he usually did not work on the weekends. 

I awoke before he did. I waited a long time before I got the courage to try it. Slowly, I pulled the blanket off him. I managed to peel his shorts down without waking him up. I kept my eyes on his face as I lowered my lips to his cock. I gently took the head of it in my mouth. I slowly swirled my tongue around the head and worked my way down. I could feel it pulsing and growing hard against my tongue and lips. I looked up at him again and saw that he was watching me.

"This won't earn you any favors you know." he said.

I slid his cock back out of my mouth and looked up at him innocently, "It won't hurt will it?"

He chuckled, "No...no it won't."

I couldn't help but smile at him. I could not remember hearing him laugh before. I shook the moment off and resumed my work by licking the silky head of his cock. I took the length of it back into my mouth. I ran my tongue under it as I increased my pace. I could feel his thighs and balls tighten against my hands and I knew he was going to cum soon. I moved my head up and down as fast as I could. 

"Oh, yes, baby that's it." He moaned as he came in my mouth. His cum was thick and salty against my tongue. I quickly swallowed it. I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue to make sure I got everything before I released him from my mouth. I got off of him and laid back down next to him, exhausted. 

"You're very good at that. I should've had you do that sooner." He kissed me on the mouth. 

We eventually got up and I was overjoyed when he told me later that day that we were going to my house. He brought out two slings for the babies. He helped me put one over each of my shoulders. I wondered if this was his way of making sure I didn't try to run. It was all I could do to walk. 

We arrived at my house and he helped me gather the things I wanted. It felt strange to be there. It was like I had been gone for years. I tried very hard to not do anything that would make him think I was planning something. We made it back to his house without incident. 

After that day, he was more relaxed with me. He started telling me about his days at work. As the weather warmed he would take me and the children outside occasionally. The flu season was ending and we saw more people each time we went out. The warmer weather seemed to bring renewed hope. 

One sweltering summer day he came home to find me asleep on the couch. The twins were teething and I was getting little sleep. They were finally taking a nap. I had sat on the couch with the intention of reading. I hadn't planned to fall asleep and I left the book about submission lying next to me. 

"Doing a little reading?" he smirked at me as I tried to open my heavy eyes.

"What?" I wasn't conscious enough to figure out what he was referring to. I looked down and saw the book. My face must have turned crimson. I guiltily looked up at him. "I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind. I was just curious."

"Have you learned anything?" he asked.


My Enslavement Ch. 02



Dear Reader, 

When I wrote the first story, I was not planning on continuing it. However, I got several e-mails requesting another chapter, so here it is. Thank you for your feedback and I hope you enjoy this story as well.

(Please note that this is a continuation of a non-consensual male master/female slave bdsm story. If you are offended by this then please don't waste your time reading it.)

XXX

goregoregirl

I couldn't say how long we sat in that chair kissing and fondling each other. Finally, I slid off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs. I unbuttoned his jeans as fast as I could, taking his hard cock in my hand, I stroked it a few times and then teased him with my tongue up and down his shaft. 

"Quit that or I'm going cum right now." He gently cupped his hand under my chin and lifted my head up. He slipped off his jeans and said, "Let's go to the bedroom."

"Yes, Master." I said as I stood up and took his hand.

When he stood up, he pulled me close to him and breathed into my ear, "Do you know how much it turns me on when you say that?"

I smiled shyly and looked away. I wanted to tell him what it did to me as well, but there were still some things I had trouble admitting to myself, let alone out loud to him. I didn't get a chance to respond before he pulled me along behind him towards the bedroom.

Once in the darkened bedroom, I helped him get undressed. He sat on the bed and watched me as I did the same. I was only wearing a t-shirt, panties, and jeans. I slowly took off my t-shirt first, then my jeans. I stood before him in my pink panties with my hands on my hips looking at him expectantly. 

"What are you waiting for? Get naked and get over here." He spoke in a low but commanding voice. He tried to catch my wrist, but I managed to elude his grasp. 

I wanted to play with him, but even with my love for him I was afraid of pushing him too far. I made sure to smile coyly as I said, "Make me."

Thankfully he understood what I wanted and grinned as he said, "If that's what you want, little one." 

With amazing speed he grabbed me by the waist and bent me over the edge of the bed. He swatted my ass with his hand a few times. The last blow was hard enough to make me squeal. 

"Don't move." he said as he went to the wooden chest. 

I tried to peek thorough the hair that was covering my face, but I couldn't tell what he was getting out. I started to get a little nervous. 

As he walked behind me again, I still couldn't see what he had. He pulled my panties down just over my ass. He spanked me a couple of times again with his hand before he used one of the objects from the trunk.

I was not ready when he struck me for the first time with the wooden paddle. I felt like I jumped a foot off the bed. He didn't hit me that hard, but the sound startled me. When I settled back into place, he struck me again four more times. The last one landed against my pussy sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain through my body. 

"Ready to take those panties off?" he smugly asked me.

I responded by straightening my legs so they slid the rest of the way to the floor. 

He rolled me over so I was sitting on my reddened ass. He knelt down between my legs and leaned toward my throbbing clit. I laid back and held my breath as I waited for him to touch me. It reminded me of the night of my abduction when he did the same thing. I wasn't able to dwell on that memory long as his tongue flicked against me. He slowly teased his way between my thighs, never staying in one place long enough. 

"Master, please make me cum." I managed to gasp.

My eyes closed when, thankfully, I felt his tongue move to my clit. As he worked it, he added two fingers into my throbbing cunt. Quickly, I came as I ground my hips against his mouth and fingers. 

As my head swam with the intensity of my orgasm, he said, "I think you're ready for something new." 

I could see that he was holding a small dildo and a tube of lubricant in one hand. 

"What are planning to do with that?" I asked with feigned innocence. 

"Roll over, baby, and I'll show you." he had the same silly look on his face that I imagined I did. 

I did as he asked, wiggling my ass in front of him. I tried to brace myself for the pain I expected, but instead he slipped his hard cock into my cunt. I gasped in surprise. He fucked me for a few minutes before I felt him pause to apply the lube to me and the toy. 

Before he did anything else he said, "Relax. It's not going to hurt."

That's easy for you to say, I thought to myself. I couldn't help but jump when he first touched me with the dildo. It was cold and hard. I felt pressure against me as he slowly worked it inside. I was amazed that he was right; it only hurt for a moment. He left it alone and continued pounding my pussy. After a little bit, he started moving the dildo in the same rhythm. 

Every time they went in, I could feel my pending orgasm getting ready to peak and explode. With his free hand he lightly touched my clit throwing me over the edge. I could feel my muscles grasping the dildo and his cock. 

I was still under the spell of my cum when I said, "Fuck me in the ass."

I smiled as I thought I felt his cock twitch. Then I was shocked when he said, "Not today."

He fucked me a little longer before I pleaded, "Please, Master, I want you to fuck my ass."

He paused and asked, "Are you sure?"

I was half mad with my lust, "Yes…" I hissed. 

I sighed when I felt him pull out of my pussy. Next, he slowly pulled the dildo out. I could hear him opening the lube and then the coldness of it as he applied more to my ass. I sucked in my breath as I felt the head of his cock force it open. His cock was much bigger than the dildo and it did hurt, but the pain was tolerable. He pushed himself further inside me and then stopped. 

"Are you okay?" he sounded concerned. 

"Yes, please fuck me." I moved my ass a little to prove my point. The pain was gone already. 

Slowly, he started thrusting again. The feelings I experienced weren't much different than when he fucked my pussy. I felt one of his hands leave my hip and wander down to my neglected clit. He rubbed his strong fingers against it. My body gave me no warning as I came again. It was intensified when I felt his cock twitch, followed by warmth as he came in my ass. Still inside me, he pushed me down on the bed and laid on top of me until his cock started to soften. 

He pulled out and collapsed next to me on the bed. He drew me into his arms, pressing our sweaty bodies together as we recovered. Between breaths, he said, "Fucking your ass could kill a man."

I giggled softly as I wrapped my arm around his chest. 

We eventually got up to take a shower together. The hot water felt wonderful against my sore sticky body. We took time to wash each other. When we were finished, he led me back to bed. As luck would have it, that was the first night both babies slept all night. 

The next week went by in a blur. 

Late Friday afternoon my phone started ringing. I was in the middle of washing my thousandth baby bottle, so it took me a few moments to get to the phone. My Master seldom called me, but the number on the screen was his. 

"Hello?" I don't know why but I felt nervous when I answered. 

"Vivian?" asked the strange male voice.

"Yes, who is this?" I suddenly felt faint. I dreaded what I was going to hear next. 

"This is Mark, I'm…I'm Chad's partner." The man was stammering a little. 

"Oh god, is he okay?" My heart ached with fear. 

"He will be. He got shot in leg. They had to do surgery, but he should be able to come home tomorrow. They've got him knocked out right now… Do you need anything?"

My mind was blank. I tried to think, I had formula and diapers. I couldn't think of anything else. I managed to answer, "I'm fine. How did it happen?" 

Mark paused. "A riot started at the gas station on White Street. We were the first ones to respond. When we got out of the car someone started shooting. Chad got hit just below the knee…we got the guy though." 

"Will you ask him to call me when he wakes up?" I asked.

"Sure. I'll stay here with him until he wakes up and then I'll leave his phone with him. Call if you need anything." There was a pause and then he said, "I know about you and Chad you don't need be shy around me. You must be quite a catch." He chuckled at his own joke. 

I could feel my face turn red with anger. "I've got to go. Bye." I said and abruptly hung up. 

For the rest of the night I tried to focus my attention on busy work around the house. Even though I felt relieved that he was okay, I was filled with nervous energy. I kept replaying the conversation with Mark in my head. 

The idea of a stranger knowing the torrid details of my submission to another total stranger made me ill. 

The phone rang again just as the babies had gone to sleep. I ran to answer it before it woke them up.

"Hello?" I said breathlessly.

"Why are you out of breath?" Chad asked. 

"I ran to the phone. How are you feeling?" I asked as I walked into the living room and curled up in a chair. Hearing his voice made me forget my earlier worries. 

"Not bad. They're keeping me well medicated. I'll be home tomorrow. Call if you need anything." He sounded tired. 

"I will…Good night." 

"Vivian?" he asked. 

"Yes?"

"I love you."

My heart melted and I answered, "I love you too." 

This was the first night that I spent without him. I laid in our bed for a long time before I gave up and went to the couch. Sleep wouldn't come to me there either. Finally, I wandered into the nursery to check on the babies. The padded rocking chair in their room suddenly looked inviting. I sat in it watching them sleep for a long time. I drifted off to sleep and only woke up when they began stirring. 

I got up to begin our daily routine. The day seemed to drag along. I found myself looking at the clock too often. Just after one o'clock I heard car doors slam in the driveway. I looked outside to see Master and another man get out of a police car. The other man was in uniform. Master was in a t-shirt and shorts. I saw that his left leg was bandaged below the knee. As he started to maneuver himself with crutches I went to the door. I stood there as I heard him fumble with the lock. 

"Hey there." He smiled when he saw me. 

I got out of the way as the other man came in behind him carrying a paper bag. The man had short blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was only slightly taller than me, but he was very muscular. He followed behind Master to make sure he safely made it to the couch. 

"Is this Vivian?" The man asked as he looked me over. 

"Yes. Vivian this is Mark." Master propped his leg up. 

"Nice to meet you." I said though I wasn't sure if I meant it. The way Mark was looking at me made me feel self conscious. 

"Chad's told me a lot about you." I thought I saw him smirk a little.

"I bet." There was an awkward silence. I felt my face flush when I realized that I sounded like a bitch. I felt even worse when I saw Master glare at me. 

Mark ignored my comment and asked, "Where are Alex and Andrea? I haven't seen them since they were born."

"They're taking a nap." I tried to sound as pleasant as possible. 

"I'll go take a look at them." Mark walked past me slipping silently into the nursery. 

I glanced over at Master who still looked angry. I felt anger welling up inside me as well. 

"Can I get you anything?" I forced myself to ask him. 

"Not right now. But we're going to have a talk when Mark leaves."

I went into the kitchen and started cleaning. I felt guilty for being mad when he'd just been injured, but I couldn't get it to go away. My anger grew as I thought about what he'd probably told Mark about me. I imagined them laughing at me together. 

I was startled when Mark called into the kitchen, "Bye, Vivian. It was nice meeting you."

"Bye." I called back. I felt my anger changing into nervousness. I looked down at my hands to see that they were shaking. 

As soon as I heard the front door close Master growled, "Get your ass in here."

Anger returned and I stormed my way back to the living room. I glared back at him with a new found defiance. 

"Care to explain why you snapped at Mark?" he stayed calm as he stared me down. 

"What have you told him about me? That I'm your captive whore? Your slut?" I could feel my face burning again. I had never gotten angry with him before. 

"It's none of your business what I've told him. Did you forget your place in this relationship? Or do you think that I'm no longer in control because I'm hurt?" He raised his voice, but he was not yelling at me. I could see the anger in his eyes though. 

Seeing that took a little of the fire out of me, but not all of it. "I couldn't forget my place when you keep me prisoner in this house all day you fucking bastard."

I was caught off guard when he stood up and lurched towards me on his good leg. I couldn't get out of the room without getting within his arm's reach. I had forgotten how much bigger he was than me. He closed in on me and I tried to duck past him, but he caught my arm throwing me onto the couch. 

"Did you tell me you loved me because just to get freedom?" he said through clenched teeth, but I could see hurt washing across his face. 

My anger dissipated. I couldn't even remember why I was mad in the first place. "No! I said I love you because I do. I'm so sorry…please forgive me." I started crying. 

He sat down on the couch next to me and sighed. "I know this was hard for you. It hasn't been easy for me either." The air between us was oddly still until he spoke again, "Do you want to stay with me and be my slave?" 

His question caught me off guard. He hadn't called me his slave in a long time. "Yes." I answered. 

"Then go to the trunk and get something for me to punish you with. You've got two minutes." I noticed how tired he looked and I felt even worse for starting this fight. 

In the bedroom, I looked through the trunk with no idea of what to get. I grabbed a menacing looking leather whip. I ran back to the living room and held it out to him.

"If you want to be a sub you're going to have to learn to act like one. Get on your knees."

I did as he asked. I could feel my pussy getting wet with anticipation. He took the whip from my hands. 

"Take off your clothes." he said. 

I stood up in front of him lifting my sundress over my head. Underneath, I was wearing a white satin bra and panties. I took them off to reveal my naked body. I looked to him for further instruction.

"Turn around and get back on your knees."

I knelt a few feet in front of him. 

"Get a little further away." he ordered. 

I crawled on my knees a few inches further and stopped to gather up my hair off my back and place it over my shoulder. I knelt there waiting for the inevitable, telling myself that I couldn't scream. 

"Why did you pick this one?" he asked. 

"I just picked it." It was one that I didn't think he had ever used on me before. I wondered what the problem with it was.

"This is the one I used on your first night." he sounded thoughtful. 

I didn't have time to ponder his admission before he began my punishment. Memories of my first whipping flooded back to me on the first stroke. I don't think I could have screamed if I wanted to because the breath was knocked out of me. 

As he struck me, I could feel my back reddening with welts. The pain was just as sharp as it was seven months earlier. I don't know how many times he struck me, but my hair quickly became a matted mess against my damp face. 

He finally stopped to prompt me, "Tell me why I punished you."

My mind was far away and it took me a moment to process his question. I wasn't completely sure what he wanted to hear. 

"Because I was rude to your partner and I cursed at you." I silently prayed this answer would please him. 

"What else?" he asked. 

I tried to replay the events in my mind. I couldn't recall anything else. "Please, I don't know…" I begged. 

"Who am I?" he patiently asked me. 

"Master." I felt proud that I said it without hesitation. 

"Turn around." he said. 

Still on my knees, I turned to face him. Our eyes met. I tried to tell what he was thinking, but I couldn't read him. 

"I would have punished you more, but then both of us would be hobbling around here." I thought I saw a hint of a smile on his face. 

My eyes widened as I noticed his cock straining against his shorts. I had assumed that he wouldn't be up to sex for some time. 

Noticing what I was looking at he said, "We'll have to be careful."

I nodded my head in understanding. I tentatively moved my hand towards him, sliding it under his shorts. His cock felt warm and silky in my hand. I released him for a moment so I could climb on the couch. I approached him on the side of his good leg. Moving my head down, I pulled his shorts down enough fore me to take his cock in my mouth. 

After a few minutes he told me to stop. I watched as he carefully pulled his shorts down all the way and took off his shirt. "Sit on my lap."

I hesitated for a second and then realized what he meant to do. I straddled him, my face to his, as he guided himself into my soaked pussy. 

My legs were tucked under me, so I wouldn't accidentally hit his wound. I moved up and down, sliding his hard cock in and out of me. Normally, I hated being on top, because I felt like my pace didn't suit him. However, I was more aroused than normal this time and it wasn't long before he was growling with pleasure. I reached orgasm first, my tight pussy milking his cock as I came. He couldn't hold out any longer and grunted as his seed filled me. I stayed on him, my head resting on his shoulder. "Thank you, Master." I whispered in his ear. 

He whispered back, "I love you, my pet." 

The next few days were uneventful. I tried to help him as much as I could, but he was too stubborn to let me do much. 

Tuesday came and he admitted that he needed my help with something. 

He was sitting in his chair in the living room with his leg propped up. I was passing through the room when he startled me by asking, "Can you drive?"

"Yes." I wasn't looking forward to loading the babies in the car by myself, but it could be done. "When do we need to go?" I asked. 

"In an hour."

"Okay." I hurried to get the babies dressed and their diaper bag packed.

He waited outside as I loaded the kids in the car. When I was finished, he guarded his leg as he slid inside. I felt strange sitting in the driver's seat, but I had no trouble driving. 

The doctor's office was in a building adjacent to the hospital where I worked. I wondered if I would see anyone I knew. What would I tell them? 

I waited in the waiting room with the babies while he went into see the doctor. I was flipping through a magazine when the door opened; I looked up to see one of my former co-workers, Jack. Jack was in his late 50's, but appeared at least ten years older than that. 

 Immediately, he noticed me, "Vivian? Is that you?" he asked in disbelief. 

"Hi, Jack. It's good to see you."

"Where have you been? We thought something happened to you when you didn't show up for work. Dave went to your house and you weren't there."

"I'm sorry that you were worried." I vainly tried to think of a good explanation. "I, um, found another job…as a nanny." I motioned to the babies in their stroller. 

"Well, I'm just glad you're okay." He said as he walked to the front desk to sign in. When he was finished he sat down next to me. 

I hoped that he got called to see the doctor before my Master returned. We spoke about the people we both knew. I was surprised to hear that quite a few of the people I had known had died that spring of the flu. 




My Enslavement Ch. 02



"Did you hear about that riot at the gas station?" he asked. 

"Yeah." I thought about saying more, but I decided against it. 

"I don't know what's going on with people. It ain't like gas shortages are nothing new." 

The door leading to the doctors' offices suddenly opened and my Master and a nurse entered.

The nurse called for Jack. As he stood up to leave he said, "Bye, Vivian. Why don't you visit sometime? Everyone would love to see you."

"I'll try." I said. 

Master looked surprised to see me talking with Jack. When Jack was out of the room he asked, "Who's that?"

"I used to work with him at the hospital." I noticed that he looked worried. 

"What did you tell him?"

I wondered if he had felt the same way I did when I met Mark. "I told him that I found a new job as a nanny and that I was sorry for not telling them." 

He apparently accepted that answer because he didn't say anything else to me about it and went back to the house in a comfortable silence. Later that evening, I was doing laundry in the garage when I heard him talking from somewhere else in the house. I went towards the sound to find that he was in the bedroom the door shut. I could only catch bits and pieces of the conversation. I wasn't sure if I should walk in on him or not. 

Curiosity finally got the better of me and I walked into the room pretending like I was looking for dirty clothes. He ignored me and continued talking.

"Okay, then we'll see you tomorrow. Good night." he said as he ended the call. 

"Sorry," I lied, "I didn't know you were on the phone."

"You expect me to believe that?" he looked at me with amusement.

"I'm offended you think so little of me." I mockingly said as I went to leave. 

He caught my wrist and pulled me to him. "We're going to stay at my parent's old farm house until I get better. I think we could both use a change of scenery."

I sat next to him on the bed. "Are we leaving tomorrow?"

He nodded his head yes. "I'll help you pack, but you'll have to do the driving."

"What about your treatment?" He was supposed to start physical therapy in a few days. 

"There's a town nearby with a clinic. My sister is taking care of everything. She's going to get the house ready for us tomorrow."

He'd mentioned his parent's house and his sister before. His parents had him in their early forties and his sister was twenty two years older than him. Both of his parents had died years ago. Master and his wife used to visit it on weekends.

That night I packed the car, so we were ready to leave in the morning. I started the pull out of the driveway, but stopped to ask, "Which way am I going?"

"Left." He directed me out of the neighborhood and eventually onto the interstate heading south. 

We drove for a few miles before I asked again, "Where exactly are we going? You never told me where your sister lives."

"Oklahoma. She lives in the north corner by Arkansas and Kansas. It's out in the country quite a ways. I'll tell you when to turn." 

We drove for a long time before we reached the Oklahoma border, and I was shocked to see that the National Guard had the road blocked. I pulled to a stop and both of us rolled down our windows. 

Guardsmen approached each side of the car. The one on my side asked, "How are ya'll doing? What brings you to Oklahoma?"

"Visiting family, Sir." Master answered. 

"Is this true young lady?" the guard asked me.

"Yes." I was starting to wonder if they were going to let us through. I was afraid to ask why they were there. 

"I just need to see some ID and you can be on your way." The guard said. 

I froze. I wasn't sure what happened to my driver's license. I hadn't seen it since my abduction. 

I looked to my Master for help and he was holding up two driver's licenses. He handed them to the guard. The guard examined them both and handed them back 

The other guard asked, "Where you heading?"

"Madison." Master answered. 

"You should be safe there. We've had some problems around Tulsa though. Be careful." The guard by my window said.

They waived for us to pass. Slowly, I drove away from them into Oklahoma. I remembered seeing too few cars on the highway that day. I was beginning to worry that things were not so well. 

"What was that about?" I asked. 

I stole a glance at Master. He looked thoughtful, "I think people are finally getting sick of all the problems. A few big cities have had bad riots."

"When did all of this start?" I felt annoyed that he hadn't bothered to tell me any of this.

"I don't know it just started… Keep your mind on driving." His tone of voice told me that I shouldn't ask any more questions. 

I grumbled to myself and drove a few more miles.

"Take this next exit and turn left." he said. The exit was for a county road. 

I followed the road for at least half an hour before he told me to turn right on another road. He continued to tell me where to turn until we arrived at the house. 

It was indeed an old farmhouse. I guessed it was at least a hundred years old. The white paint on the outside of the house was peeling, but the yard had been kept up. Tall maple trees encircled the house. The entire area around it, however, appeared to be farmland. I could see an old metal barn off in the distance. There was a silver truck in the driveway. 

Before we could get out a woman came running out of the house. I knew it must have been his sister. 

Master spoke to me under his breath, "She knows everything about us pet, so there's no need to be embarrassed."

"Okay." I got out of the car and went to the seat behind me to get Alex out. I watched as Master got out of the car. His sister grabbed him and hugged him.

"Oh, Chad, they're beautiful." She gushed as she opened the rear passenger door. She unbuckled Andrea from her car seat and held her up. The baby looked shocked to see that this new person was holding her and I could see that her bottom lip was starting to tremble. 

"It's okay sweetie, it's just your Aunt." her father tried to reassure her. 

I couldn't help but smile at how gentle he was with them. I was surprised to see that Andrea seemed to listen to him and she didn't start crying. 

"Let's get these kids in the house." his sister said.

As I held Alex, I opened the trunk to get out the playpen. His sister took Andrea into the house. 

I carried the playpen inside with me, setting it up in the living room. I caught Alex before he could crawl away and put him in it. Master's sister was still holding Andrea tightly. I went to leave to get the rest of the things from the car. 

"You've done a wonderful job with these babies. You're an angel." she said.

I wasn't sure what to say. "Thanks. What's your name?"

"Donna," she walked closer to me and said in a hushed tone, "Chad really adores you. I can tell you guys were meant for each other." 

"That's kind of you to say." I said as she put Andrea with Alex in the playpen. 

"Tomorrow I'm going to baby-sit so you two can have a date." Donna said with a determined look. 

"Does Chad know about this?" I asked. 

"He does now." She motioned behind me. I turned to see him leaning against the kitchen counter. 

Donna cooked us dinner that night and helped me finish cleaning the house. She had gone to a lot of trouble to get the house ready for us. She even found two cribs for the babies. 

After I put the babies to bed and Donna had left for the night, Master approached me. "I want to show you something." He took my hand and we walked to a door adjacent to the kitchen. He opened it and revealed a set of stairs leading down into a basement. I walked down first and he carefully followed behind me, holding the railing. 

It looked like the basement had been finished quite some time ago. The walls had wood paneling on them. There was an old couch and a TV in the center off the room. He opened one door to show me the laundry room. 

He pointed to another door. "Look in there." he said. 

I timidly walked towards the door and opened it. The room was completely dark. My hand groped the wall until I found a light switch. I turned it on and gasped. I had seen a picture of a room like this in one of his books. It was an authentic dungeon. There was a wooden cross on the wall and other torrid furnishings. Various toys were arranged on a table that was nestled against a wall. 

"You must have had fun in here." I said as I continued to look around in awe. 

"You will too, I imagine." He slapped my ass playfully.

"What about the babies? We won't be able to hear them down here." I said worriedly. 

"I set up a monitor over there." He hugged me from behind. His hands went under my shirt and pulled down my bra. Roughly, he played with my breasts. 

I threw my head back on his shoulder and moaned. He moved his hands down to my jeans and then into my panties. I could feel him leaning on me for support. My hands followed his and I held them. I turned to meet his embrace. 

We went to a padded leather bench, undressing on the way. "Lay face down on it." he instructed. 

It was too short for me to lay completely down on it, so my legs were hanging off exposing my now bare ass. 

After a moment I felt a sharp sting on my ass as he struck me with a crop. He struck me again on the other side of my ass. As he continued to switch sides, the yearning in my pussy increased. Before I could beg him to fuck me, he told me to sit up. As I did, he sat next to me. He pulled me onto his lap and thrust his hard cock into my cunt. I squeezed myself around him as I moved up and down on him. He played with my clit, but I was only on the edge of cumming. I needed something more. I pulled myself off of him and scanned the table. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. I could see his cock twitching in anticipation. 

At that moment, I spotted the bottle of lube that I was looking for. I returned with it and wordlessly applied it to his cock. He watched as I turned around and sat back down on his lap. He helped to guide himself into my ass. 

This position allowed him deeper than he had been before. I slowly ground against him until I got used to it. I increased my pace until he was grinding back against me. He had one hand on my clit and the other on one of my breasts. He was tightly squeezing my nipple. I came as I moaned and writhed against him. 

His orgasm quickly followed. I could feel his cock continuing to cum in my ass as I sat motionless on him. We cleaned our selves up and got ready for bed. 

All of the bedrooms were upstairs. We slept with the windows open that night. I drifted off to sleep listening to the crickets and other night noises that one can only enjoy in the country.

The following day was warm and sunny. Master spent most of the day on the couch downstairs. While the babies took their nap, I went outside and explored the yard. I hadn't spent much time in the country since I was in high school. I forgot how nice it was to be away from everything. Even though it was late September, the grass and trees were still green. 

When I tired of being outside, I went back inside and found the babies were still asleep in the playpen. 

"Are we still on for our date tonight?" Master asked me.

"Of course, unless you don't feel up to it." I meekly replied.

"No, I can't wait to show you the thriving metropolis of Madison." he smiled. 

"Okay, have it your way then. I need to take a shower." I said playfully, as I stalked off for the bathroom. 

Donna showed up at around five. "I don't want to see you two until morning. I have a lot of catching up to do with those babies." she told us. 

"Yes, Ma'am." Master said. 

He took me by the arm and led me out of the house to the car, leaning on one crutch as I carried the other. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Oh, I have a very romantic evening planned for you my dear. First, we are going to the finest and only restaurant in town. Then, I thought we could spend some time at the only bar in town. Then, when I've got you good and tipsy, we're going to the only motel in town." I could tell he was trying not to laugh. 

"Sounds wonderful." I said as I got in the driver's seat. I pondered how relaxed if he had become with me. I wondered if this is they way he was with his wife. 

We did exactly as he said. The restaurant was actually a diner, but the food was good. The bar was also pleasant enough. We sat in a corner booth. A few people recognized him and stopped to talk. 

I had just finished my second drink when he said, "I'm sorry that this is the best I could do. I promise that one day we'll go out like normal people."

"What are you talking about? I love this. I feel so much safer here. Everyone seems to know each other."

"Really?" he seemed shocked.

"Yes. I could escape from you if I want to. It's great." I stuck my tongue out at him before I took another sip of my drink.

"Ha Ha." He said dryly. "I noticed how hard you've been trying to get away."

This led to an almost uncomfortable lull in the conversation, which seemed to stretch on for an eternity, until he took a deep breath and spoke again.

"You know I'm not really good with this sort of thing… I just want you to know how much I care about you." He fumbled around in his pocket. I was shocked to see that he was holding a ring. "I'd get down on one knee if I could…"

I'd never seen him look so afraid as when he said those next four words, "Will you marry me?"

I was suddenly struck speechless. 

"I don't know what to say. Are you sure?" I was breathless.

"Please say yes." he squeezed my hand.

"Yes, Master." I whispered as he slid the ring on my finger. 

As I gazed at the shimmering band circling my finger, he said "Donna got it for me. I hope you like it."

"It's beautiful." I said as I stared at it. It was shining silver with a small diamond in the middle. Next to the diamond were two smaller sapphires. 

"Let's go." he said, with the familiar roughness returning to his voice. I followed behind him as he used his crutches to walk outside. Once we were outside, he stopped and kissed me. 

We broke our kiss and he used his crutches to stride swiftly to the motel that was next to the bar. The motel was very old. It was the kind that had cottages instead of rooms. I was surprised when instead of going to the office he led me straight to one of the cottages. He produced a key from his pocket.

"Donna rented it for us." he said as he opened the door. 

The inside was very nice. Everything looked new, not tattered and moldering as the outside appearance of building would suggest. There was one king sized bed in the middle of the room. We wasted no time undressing each other. 

"I've been a bad girl, Master." I said in between kissing him. 

He was now sitting on the bed, "Well how should you be punished?" he asked.

"I think I need a spanking." I bent over on the bed next to him. I desperately wanted to lay across his lap, but with his injury that was out of the question. 

He rubbed my ass. His fingers tickled between my spread legs. "Here?" he asked. 

"Oh god, yes." I groaned. 

He slapped my ass. I could feel it shake and I groaned in pleasure. He continued spanking me and I got wetter as I felt my ass getting red. 

When he was finished, he probed my pussy with his fingers. I ground against his hand until I came. 

"Suck me." he ordered. 

Instantly, I was on the floor with my head between his legs, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked it gently. When I grew tired of that, I took the whole length of him into my mouth. I pressed my tongue hard against him as I worked up and down. 

"Stop." he said 

I reluctantly complied. 

"Ride me." He softly but firmly said. 

He eased down on the bed, and I straddled him with his cock against my open pussy. I let myself down, fully impaling myself upon him. 

His hands went up to my breasts, playing with them, pinching my nipples, as I fucked him with an aggression I did not know I possessed. 

I suppressed a sigh disappointment when his fingers left my nipples, but my feeling of dissatisfaction was short lived, as his hands traced down my body to play with my clit with one and roughly squeezed my ass with the other. The combination of the two was more than I could take and I threw back my head in the throes of orgasm. 

I resisted the urge to stop fucking him as I came. I continued my pace until I felt his balls tighten against my ass. He pushed upwards into me and his warmth filled me as he came in what seemed like never-ending shudders of lust.

Afterwards, we quietly laid in each other's arms until we both feel asleep. When we awoke just after dawn we quickly fucked again.

It was ten o'clock when we got back to the house. Donna was in the living room with the babies. She was helping Alex try to walk. "Well," she asked, "how was it?"

"She said yes." Master proudly announced. I held out my hand to show her the ring. We were both smiling.

"I had no doubt she would." Donna winked at me. 

A month passed and Master's wound had healed quite a bit. I loved staying at the farm house and I wished we didn't have to leave. 

He was standing in the door of the bathroom one morning while I was brushing my teeth. "I'm thinking about staying here. How would you feel about that?" he asked me out of the blue. 

I had a mouth full of toothpaste. I tried to quickly spit it out to answer, but my stomach suddenly lurched. I felt like I was going to be sick. I knew I wasn't going to make it to the toilet, so I grabbed the sides of the sink. He was shocked when I retched into it. 

"Are you okay, baby?" he patted my back.

"I don't know. I've been feeling a little sick lately." I was shaking. 

"Sit down." He helped me to the toilet and wet a wash cloth. He handed it to me and asked, "When was the last time you got your period?"

I felt sick again. Before we'd met I'd used contraceptive injections, but that would have worn of months ago. "I don't remember. Do you think…?"

"We need to check." He started digging in the cabinet under the sink, "I think we might have something…" 

I was surprised to see that he was holding a pregnancy test box out to me. "Where did you get this?"

"Someone else found out they were pregnant here." he said, solemnly, as he left me alone in the bathroom. 

I stared at the box for a while before I got the courage to open it. I checked the expiration date to make sure it was still good. Seeing that it was, I read the instructions. It took me a while to gather up the courage to do it. Finally, I just did it. I didn't look at the test again as I placed it on the edge of the bathtub. 

"Did you do it?" he asked as I walked out. 

"Yes." I could feel tears forming. 

"What did it say?"

"I'm too scared to look. It said you should wait at least a minute anyway." I wiped a tear away from my eye. 

He hugged me. "It'll be okay either way." 

I buried my face into his chest. I wasn't sure what I was hoping for. "Will you look at it?" I asked. 

"If that's want you want." He let me go and went into the bathroom. 

Time stood still until he came back out. 

He stood in the doorway with a sheepish grin on his face, "Congratulations." 

I knew I should have had a million worries at that moment, but I was elated. I threw myself into his arms. He held me tightly against him.



My Enslavement Ch. 03



For those who requested a third chapter: I'm sorry it took me so long to conclude this story and I thank you for the feedback.  I understand this story may not be for everyone, so I ask that it be taken for what it is...a fantasy. 

Thanks to bear2read for the excellent editing. 

I sat nervously in the doctor's office waiting for the results of my blood test. It had only been a few days since I found out I was pregnant, but I'd already become resigned and even happy about the fact. Now, I was terrified that my blood work was going to show some problem. The man I thought of as the father of my child, fiancé, and Master sat with me and appeared just as nervous as I did. 

During the last few days, we had decided for certain that we would stay in Oklahoma. He had already talked to the sheriff's department about getting on with them. They were short handed, as most were, and offered to let him start as soon as he wanted.  

The office door opened and we both jumped in anticipation. 

The doctor smiled as she looked over the results. "Things look great. I'd say that you are about six weeks pregnant." She sat down at her desk and looked over a chart. "I'm setting your due date as May thirteenth. Since you aren't sure about the date of conception, we can always adjust it later." She went on to explain what I could expect in the next few months and at future appointments. 

That afternoon we returned to an empty house. The twins were with his sister who wasn't going to drop them off for another hour. Master eyed me lustfully as we sat on the couch together. 

The subject of how we were going to handle our unique lifestyle hadn't come up for discussion yet, though I was sure he was a veteran. 

I asked coyly, "What do you do with a pregnant sub?"

"Allow me to demonstrate." He told me with a slight grin as he moved closer, pinning me against the couch. He kissed my mouth deeply and then moved lower, lifting up my shirt and bra. He teased my breasts until I was grinding against him. He smiled again as he looked up at me and I realized what his game was going to be. 

Taking his cue, he moved lower still until he was kneeling between my sprawled legs. He unbuttoned my jeans and I lifted my hips to help him slide them off, along with my panties, down to my ankles. 

I was exposed to him, half undressed, and his mouth met my waiting cunt. His warm tongue darted playfully around bringing me almost to the point of cumming and then stopping several times. 

"Please, make me cum," I pleaded. I ran my hands over the back of his head, but he pulled away from me. 

"Ask me," he said from between my thighs. 

I hesitated for a moment. I vaguely remembered reading about this, but it was not something that particularly appealed to me. On the other hand, I feared that he would really deny me an orgasm. A final lick against my hard clit sealed my fate. 

"Master, can I cum?" I tried to strain against him in vain. I was afraid that I'd waited too long to ask, but then he plunged his tongue against my clit again. 

He allowed my aftershocks to subside before bending me over the arm of the sofa. He had already removed his clothes and he helped me pull my pants the rest of the way off. My shirt and bra were still shoved over my breasts. He forced his hard cock inside my pussy.  I shivered as he traced his hands lightly over my back and down my ass and thighs while he fucked me. I could feel my pussy tightening against his cock as another orgasm began. I heard him growl as he came. 

He sat back on his heels and I sat down as well. I felt like my arms and legs were made out of lead. We eventually dressed again and rested until Donna returned the babies.

The next day he told me that he was going alone back to the old house to move some things and put it up for sale. He also needed to finish filing some paperwork, so we could get married. 

"Let me go with you," I insisted. I did not want him to leave me. 

"It's not safe," he said unwaveringly. 

"What will happen to me if something happens to you?" I demanded. 

"What if something happens to both of us, then who will take care of the kids?" he replied. 

I sighed; I knew I couldn't win this argument. 

"I understand," I begrudgingly admitted. 

He said that he was going to have Donna stay with me during his absence. He only expected it to be a few days. The morning that he left, while Donna was watching the children, he took me out into the field behind the farmhouse. He carried with him a small triangular black case. 

Nervously, I watched him open it. We had talked about it before and I was still uncomfortable with the idea. Weeks earlier, he showed me how to use a shotgun, but the handgun intimidated me. 

"This is only while you're gone?" I asked.

"Yes," he opened the case and pulled it out. "Pay attention, baby. This is a .357." 

I watched as he showed me how to load it. 

He went on to explain, "This is an old gun, but it'll get the job done. You need to remember that the bullets can easily go through an inside wall."

I nodded worriedly.

"Get ready, it's going to be loud." Off in the distance, he had set up some old cans on a fence. I watched as he easily picked all of them off. Each shot made my ears ache. 

"Your turn," he said as he handed me the gun. Carefully, I reloaded it and he showed me how to stand properly and aim. 

"Squeeze the trigger," he instructed. I did and was not prepared for the recoil. I don't know where the bullet went, but it was not anywhere near the fence. I tried again several more times. The last time, I hit one of the cans.

"I'm not good at this am I?" I asked. 

"I just wanted you to get a feel for it. There's a big difference between shooting cans and shooting a person...," he looked at me, expecting an answer.

"I can do it if I need to," I said with certainty. 

He went over everything with me once more before he had me reload it again and put it back in the case. I walked with him to Donna's truck. 

"You'll be back by Saturday?" I asked him through the window.

"I hope so. I'll try to call you," he answered. Phone coverage was starting to be spotty in our area. 

I waved goodbye as he left and walked inside the house. I went to our bedroom, took the gun out of the case again, and placed it the nightstand drawer. I hoped I wouldn't have to use it. 

Thursday and Friday went by without a word from him. I began to get worried by Saturday. I tried calling him several times, but he never answered. Donna tried to reassure me that he was fine, but looking back, I think that I was no longer rational. Each night he was gone, I slept less. By Saturday night, I spent most of the night pacing around the house. Every creak and shadow made me jump. 

I kept thinking about my past and what my future might hold. I felt like I had been sleeping and suddenly awakened to find myself in a whole new life. Just a year ago I was near death in crowded hospital room only to be captured months later by someone as desperate as I was. I even wondered if loving him was a mistake. 

"Are you feeling alright, honey?" Donna asked Monday morning. The twins were playing under the kitchen table and she insisted I sit down to rest. 

"No," I answered bitterly. 

"I'm sure Chad is fine," she tried to comfort me. 

"I'm going to drive up there," I blurted out.

Donna was sitting across from me at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Calmly, she put her cup down and looked at me. It was the same look Master gave me when I was doing something wrong. 

"I hope you're not serious," she said. I could detect a chilly undertone to her words.

I paused before speaking again, "You'll watch Alex and Andrea for me won't you?"

She smiled, humoring me, "Vivian, be reasonable, you're what, two months pregnant now? You have no business driving that far with everything that's going on. Besides, I need you here."

I sighed. "You're right...I do need to go into town later to get some groceries..."

Donna sipped her coffee again and I could see her studying my face. 

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea either," she replied.

I laughed, "Why not?"

"I don't think I can trust you."

I could feel my face flushing with anger. I stood up to make a dash for my car keys. Donna snatched my hand before I could make it away from the table. She tightly gripped it. 

"You're not leaving," she said harshly. 

"Donna! I can't believe you don't trust me!" To my shame, I continued to lie to her. 

She relaxed her tone and her grip on my hand. "Did I ever tell you that my husband was the Sheriff?"

"No." I knew her husband died of the flu, but she never talked about him. 

"Why do you think your Master felt so comfortable bringing you here and letting you come and go as you please?" She pointedly asked. 

"What are you saying?" I asked indignantly.

Donna smiled. "And did you ever notice how nice the basement is? A girl could stay down there for a long time. Say for instance, until she comes to her senses."

I gasped. I opened my mouth again to speak, unsure of what was going to come out, when the phone rang. 

I had been carrying it with me and it was sitting on the table. Donna answered it.

"Hi, Chad! We were getting worried..." She listened to him speak for a long time. I felt my rage and previous night's fears dissipating. 

"She's been worried sick, but I'm sure she will be better now," Donna answered, "No, she's standing right here."

Donna handed the phone to me as she held my gaze. 

"When are you coming home?" I asked, focusing my attention on him. 

"Hi, baby. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

"I've been worried," I said guiltily glancing back at Donna.

"I know you have. I'm sorry for that. I ran into some problems getting things straightened out here. How are you and the kids?" He asked. 

"Fine," I answered. We talked about the children for a while. They were beginning to talk and I filled him in on their new words. 

"Well, I need to go," he said reluctantly. 

We said our I love you's and goodbye's. I hung up and put the phone back on the table. 

Donna stood up and said, "I don't think he needs to know about this little incident." 

I nodded. 

We moved the babies to the nursery so they could take a nap. When we were finished, I caught Donna in the hallway. 

"Do you mind if I take a nap? I don't feel well." I hated asking her to take care of the children. It was my job, but my body was suddenly demanding sleep. 

"Of course not. Let me help you," Donna answered. She walked with me into the bedroom. 

I took my jeans off while she pulled back the covers on the bed for me. I slipped into bed wearing only my panties and shirt. I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the way she was admiring my body when she pulled the blanket over me.

"You're a beautiful young lady...even when you're being disobedient," she added with a knowing smile and stood up. 

"Were you a submissive?" I asked the question I had often wondered. 

She chuckled. "No...I was a Mistress." 

"Mistress? But your husband was the Sheriff?" I had never met a submissive man, or at least one that I knew of, so I guess I had no basis for comparison.

"Dan was as tough as they come, but behind closed doors he was my slave," Donna happily recalled as she left the room. 

I yawned and let my mind go blank. It was the beginning of October and the first cool spell had crept in. I slept for a long time. 

I woke up around sunset when I heard a noise outside that I couldn't identify. 

I forced myself to get up and look out the window. There were three cars that I didn't recognize in the driveway. Suddenly, several car doors opened and men got out, approaching the house. 

I could hear Donna running up the stairs. 

"Vivian," she said frantically, "I already called the Sheriff and they're headed out this way. Move the babies to the basement and I'll try to get rid of them." 

"Where are they?" I asked. 

"In their room." 

"Are all the doors and windows locked?" I asked.

"Yes." Donna said and left to go back down stairs.

I briefly paused to look out the window and saw the men circling the house. 

I ran to get the babies. I swept up one in each arm and ran down stairs to the first floor and then quickly to the basement stairs. Luckily, they seemed to find my terror amusing and giggled as I packed them into the basement. I left them in the safety of the room. 

I ran back up to the bedroom and retrieved the handgun, cocking it. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see two of the men trying to open the patio door. My heart fluttered in horror. 

They both suddenly regarded me with cold stares. 

One of them grinned, looking down at my bare legs, and said, "Open the door, child."

I had been holding the gun against my right thigh; I raised it and brought my left hand up to grasp it, like I'd been taught. 

I hesitated for a second, long enough to see fear cross their faces. The other man moved his hand towards his back, it seemed like slow motion to me. I did not think again before I pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot cracked though the small room sending glass spraying as the bullet went through the glass. The younger man instantly fell down. The other man, looked at me in amazement, and seemed to be trying to decide what to do.  

There were more gunshots from the other side of the house and the man bolted. I could hear car doors slamming and gravel spinning as they retreated. 

Cautiously, I went over to the man that was lying on the ground. I was sure he was dead, so I did not touch him. I began to search the house for Donna. I found her crouched down by the front door holding her arm. Bright red blood coated her fingers and was dripping on the floor. 

"Bastards," she muttered. I noticed how pale her face was. In the distance, I could hear sirens. I made a tourniquet for her with her belt. 

Next, I stood up and carefully peered out the window. I could see two men lying on the ground. One of them was still alive. He was clutching his stomach and moaning. 

I stayed with Donna until the first two police cars arrived. I looked outside to witness, to my shock, an officer kill the man that was still alive. 

I opened the front door and stepped outside. 

"They went that way," I pointed to the East. 

The officer got on his radio and relayed the information. I saw three police cars fly by the house after them. 

Donna staggered to her feet and made it to the doorway.

"Jesus, Donna," the deputy said as he ran towards us. He and I helped her walk to his car and get inside. He left to take her to the hospital. 

There was another officer looking over the bodies.

"Why did he kill that man?" I asked him.

He looked at me for a moment with an air of disbelief. Then as if he remembered something, he asked, "You're Chad's fiancée, aren't you?" 

I could only nod. 

"Sorry to meet you under such circumstances. I'm Eric," he extended his hand to me. 

I shook it. He took a look around at the carnage again. "You two did a good job. We think these fuckers killed two families about 50 miles from here yesterday. They also kidnapped a woman." 

"Looters?" I asked. 

"Yes."

"Does this happen a lot around here?" I asked as I began to head back inside to check on the babies.

He looked uncomfortable again. "No, this is the first time, but it's been happening in other places. The shit is really staring to hit the fan."

I hadn't exactly been keeping up with anything and I had no idea what he was talking about. I was about to ask him more questions, but we were interrupted by the coroner arriving. I went back inside and down to the basement. I opened the door to find both babies still happily playing. By the time I returned upstairs with them and got dressed, the bodies had been loaded into a van and were gone. No one even asked me any questions. 

Two of the deputies stayed behind to board up the patio door. Before they left, they informed me that the men got away. 

After they were gone, I tried to phone Master, but I couldn't reach him again. I paced around the house uneasily that night. One bright moment occurred when I got a phone call from the hospital reporting that Donna was stable. They said she should recover most of the use of her hand. I slept on the floor in the nursery with the door locked. Reason told me that they would not come back that night, but I didn't want to take any chances. 

Every time I closed my eyes the images of the day replayed in my mind. I couldn't believe I'd killed someone. When I did finally fall asleep it was turbulent and restless. 

I bolted awake upon hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. It was still dark out and apparently the electricity had gone off sometime during the night because the bright outdoor lights were not on, leaving the room pitch black. I felt around until I found the handgun that was lying on the floor. I clutched it to me and waited. 

"Vivian?" I heard my Master's voice call. 

"In here," I said as my eyes adjusted enough to unlock and open the door. 

"What the hell is going on? Where is Donna?" he asked. 

I hesitated, trying to decide exactly where to begin. "She's in the hospital. She is going to be fine."

"Why is she in the hospital?" 

"A gang of looters tried to get in the house," I went on to explain everything. I tried to keep my voice quiet so I wouldn't wake up the babies. 

"Come downstairs with me and have some breakfast. Then I'll go check on Donna." I followed him down the stairs to the kitchen. 

After we finished talking, he left to go check on Donna. He returned about two hours later. He said that she was doing fine, but it looked like she had injured a nerve as well. She would be lucky to regain any use of her thumb. 

Over the next few days, we busied ourselves repairing areas of the house damaged by bullets.  On the night before he was to start his new job, I tried to make a stand. He was helping me clean the kitchen. 

"I need to know everything," I demanded. 

"What are you talking about?" he asked with that annoyed look I had become accustomed to seeing. 

"The flu, the gas shortages, the government...I want to know what the fuck is going on. I didn't even know anything about these roving gangs until they attacked us." I imagine I probably looked angry by the time I finished my statement. 

He dried his hands with a dish towel while I waited in anticipation. "I wanted to keep you sheltered from everything. I thought it was the least I could do."

"No, the least you could do would be to tell me what's happening. Why are people going crazy all of a sudden?" I snapped. 

I'm sure that if I wasn't pregnant, I would have earned myself a punishment instead of an answer.

"The gas shortages are still going on and so is the unemployment. People think that we're going to have another flu season soon," he said in the cold voice I had not heard in a long time. 

"Are things at the breaking point?" I asked. 

"I don't know," he replied. 

We did not talk about it any more. 

That night my dreams were even more nightmarish. I kept dreaming about people attacking us. 

After that incident time seemed to pass slowly. Donna was released from the hospital and despite our pleadings, she returned to her own home. She visited me almost every day. 

"Vivian," she said one day, "I just heard that Tulsa was almost completely destroyed by a fire."

I shook my head in disbelief. 

"We are going to have to be careful. There are going to be people coming." She sounded a little more paranoid than I was comfortable with. 

"Why don't you move in with us? I'm going to need help after the baby comes," I suggested again. 

"Oh, honey you're sweet, but I don't want to get in your way. You two aren't even married yet." Thankfully, she sounded like her old self again. 




My Enslavement Ch. 03



"What's the matter, are you afraid of hearing your little brother whipping me in the middle of the night?" I joked. 

She looked surprised for a moment at my candidness and then laughed as well. 

"I'll think about it some more," Donna said. She went home and I went about my routine as usual. 

As November wore on, the weather turned colder. I was thankful that it was not as harsh as I was used to. We celebrated Thanksgiving and then Christmas. Right after Christmas was the twins' first birthday. Even with the rumored riots, no more looters came and I began to fall into a sense of security again. I lost interest in what was going on in the world. We were still happily living on and I guess that was all that really mattered to me anymore. 

On one chilly January night, Master and I laid together curled up in bed. My pregnancy was just barely starting to show. He was fond of rubbing my stomach anyway. Lately, I found myself missing our pre-pregnancy bedroom activities. I was trying to find other ways to satisfy my urges. 

"I have a confession," I said.

"Really?" he seemed disinterested. 

"While you were at the old house, Donna threatened to lock me in the basement."

"What did you do to provoke that?" he raised his eyebrow. 

"I tried to leave to look for you." I was beginning to regret this confession. There was another long pause and then I asked, "Would you really keep me there...if I was bad?"

He glanced up to meet my eyes. "Yes."

I sighed. "Will you fuck me?" I asked, running my hand down his arm. 

"I don't think so, not after what you just told me." I could see the mischievous glint in his eye and the slight smile. 

"Please," I begged, tracing my fingers down to his crotch. 

"I'll think about it while you're sucking my cock." He pulled down his shorts for me. 

I got up and slid between his open legs. His cock was still soft and I gently took him in my mouth. I bathed it with my tongue until he was hard. As I slid it in and out of my mouth, I could feel him begin to start straining against me and I was sure he wasn't going to fuck me that night. Despite my disappointment, I continued until I tasted his cum.

"Take your clothes off," he said as I swallowed. 

I did as I was told. He instructed me to lie on the bed on my back. 

"Do you understand why I didn't fuck you?" he asked. 

"Yes, it was my punishment," I said. 

"I will let you cum...my way." 

He proceeded to start by softly kissing my breasts. The pregnancy had made them extremely sensitive and he used this to his advantage. His gentle licking and touching was almost too much to tolerate. 

I whimpered when he stopped touching them. He paused for a long moment before he moved between my legs. I was desperate for him to touch me. When he finally traced a finger down from my clit to my ass I moaned. He plunged two fingers into my pussy and maneuvered them until I was gripping them tightly. I wanted to ask him to touch my clit, but I was afraid he would deny me that request as well. I endured his torture, staying just on the edge of cumming, until he decided it was time. Keeping his fingers inside of me, he thrust his tongue against my clit and rubbed it. I don't know how many seconds passed before I came. I could feel the wetness seeping out of me onto the sheets. 

He lay next to me on the bed again and said, "I think your training should take a new direction."

"Training?" I asked in a confused whisper. 

"In the morning, I want you to get up with me and help me get dressed. When I come home, you'll help me get undressed and lay out my clothes for the next day." He traced his hands along the swell of my breasts causing me to shiver again. 

I had no idea why he wanted me to do this, but I did not question him. 

Almost two more months passed by and he appointed me even more menial tasks. None of them caused me more than a slight inconvenience. One day, it dawned on me that he was mentally leading me into an even more submissive state. In some ways, I think our wedding was even part of this. 

"We're getting married next Saturday," he told me before he left for work. He said it so casually, like he was telling me we were going grocery shopping. 

"What?" I was in the middle of feeding the children and he caught me off guard. 

"You heard me. I've got to go; I'm going to be late." He rushed out the door before I could ask him anything else. 

Lovely, I thought. It was early March and I was very pregnant. So much for wearing a wedding dress.  

I went on with my day as usual until Donna came over to visit. 

"Your brother said that our wedding is next Saturday."

"Yes, I know," she said.

"What do you know about it?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. 

"It's supposed to be a surprise for you," she paused. "It'll be nice, I'm helping him."

"Why can't we just wait until after I have the baby?" I asked bitterly. He had been married before, but this was my first wedding and I still had the dream of a fairy tale. 

"He wants to be married before the baby comes." 

I cursed to myself. 

To make up for not working the night shifts, he was usually gone from seven in the morning until nine at night. By the time he got home he was exhausted, but that night I didn't care.

"I don't want to get married looking like a cow," I said curtly. 

"So you don't want to marry me?" he glanced up at me from his dinner. 

Fuck, he was doing it again. 

"No, that's not what I said," I replied not daring to meet his stare. 

"Well, if you want to marry me then you shouldn't care how it happens," he said between bites. 

Suddenly, I was tired. I didn't want to argue with him. 

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's okay. Go to bed," he said with the inflection of authority that I knew I could not dispute. 

The next week passed by without further conversation of the wedding. 

It was Friday night and I lay in bed with my Master, unable to sleep. I could feel the baby moving around restlessly in my stomach as well. I sat up, intending to go downstairs, when he spoke.

"Where are you going, my pet?"

"I can't sleep. I was going downstairs." I waited for his approval.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" he asked with kindness.

I did not want to lie, but I did not want to hurt his feelings either. 

"Yes," I answered after a long pause. 

I could feel the bed move as he rolled over on his other side to face me, "Do you love me?"

"Yes," I said with unmasked annoyance. 

I could feel him gathering his words before he spoke again. "I'm terrified too. It's barely been a year since the twins were born and Martha..." he trailed off. 

I had only heard his wife's name spoken one time before, by Donna, but I remembered it. 

I turned around and wordlessly crawled back beside him. We laid together for the rest of the night. Occasionally he would stroke my hair or my face before I fell asleep. 

Saturday morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed. Spring was already starting to arrive and I could hear birds singing outside. Bright sunlight filled the room. I swung my legs out of bed and hoisted myself up. I showered, taking time to wash myself well, including my long dark hair. Once I was done, I went downstairs. 

I found Donna already sitting at our kitchen table. She looked beautiful. She had her blonde hair pulled back and curled. I had never seen her wear make up before and she looked much younger. To top it all off, she was wearing a long flowing blue silk dress that complimented her still slender figure. 

"Wow," I said as I admired her. I was still naked underneath my bathrobe. 

"Oh stop," she waived me off and I could see the large knotted scar on her wrist.

"Where's your brother?" I asked.

"You mean your Master." This would not be the first or the last time she would correct me on this issue. 

I grinned, "Yes, Mistress."

She rolled her eyes and said, "He's getting things ready at the church. We have to leave soon."

"What am I supposed to wear?" I asked.

"You and the babies will get ready at the church. I told you we planned everything. Now go get dressed," she ordered. 

I went back upstairs and threw on a dress. I came back downstairs and helped her load things into the car. We left for the church at eleven. 

The church was in Madison. It was the small type of church that had probably been there since the town was built. It was typical, white with a steeple and bell.  We went inside and Donna herded us into the basement. It was decorated, I assumed, for the reception, but empty except for another woman. 

"Vivian, this is my friend Lori. She's going to help get you dressed while I do some other things," Donna said, introducing us. 

"Hello," Lori said. She looked pleasant enough. She was about the same age as Donna, but slightly larger, with dark brown bobbed hair. 

"Hi," I said back. 

"Well, let's get started," Lori said. I stood there while she retrieved a large garment bag, which I assumed was the dress. I wondered how in the world they knew what size to get. It seemed like my stomach was growing an inch a day. 

I knew they had something up their sleeves by the way they both kept looking at me. Lori opened the bag slowly and pulled out the dress. It was my dress. 

Before I could ask, Donna explained, "We had it altered and Lori is going to take in the seams today."

"Thank you!" I exclaimed with a grin.

"You're welcome," Master said from behind me. 

I turned around and he hugged me. I buried my face against his shoulder breathing in his scent. 

"How did you get it?" I had to ask. 

"Do you remember when you bribed me into taking you to your house?" he smiled slightly and I could feel my face about to flush. 

I nodded as I looked away.

"Well, I noticed it hanging on the back of your bedroom door. You didn't ask for it and I felt bad. So, I went back later and got it. I didn't know then that I was going to marry you myself, but I thought that you might want it one day," he continued to explain. 

I smiled as I listened to his story. I remembered how cold he was to me during that time and I couldn't believe he would have done such a thing. I noticed then that he was wearing a suit and tie. 

"You look great," I admired him.

"Get out of here, before you two lovebirds start nesting," Donna said as she turned him around and gave him a push towards the door. 

I giggled as he sulked away. 

Lori returned to getting out the dress. She helped me into it and made the necessary adjustments. Next, she curled my hair and applied cosmetics to my face. While all of this was going on, Donna was getting the babies dressed and doing other things. Finally, when Lori was finished, she carried my train as I walked in front of a full-length mirror. 

The dress couldn't have been more perfect for accommodating my pregnancy. The waist was cut high enough that it looked right even with my belly sticking out. The neckline plunged deeply and my now more than ample breasts looked lovely against the white pearls decorating the bodice. My hair was a cascade of dark curls that framed my glowing face. 

"Here's your something old, borrowed, and blue," Donna said as she came up behind me and put something around my neck. 

The necklace was silver that ended in v shaped rows of brilliant sapphires. 

"Where did you get this from?" I asked. 

"It was our mother's. I think it was the nicest thing anyone in our family ever owned," she stepped back to look at me and seemed pleased. 

More people that I didn't know began arriving in the basement. The babies were starting to walk and they came over to me. Alex was in a tuxedo and Andrea was in a white dress with layers of crinoline underneath. They were adorable. 

"Well, let's get this show on the road, it's almost time," Donna said. 

"Wait, we almost forgot the veil," Lori rushed to get it. 

She retrieved a long white sheer veil and they attached it to my hair with clips. 

We walked up the stairs, back to the church and I was stunned to see every pew was filled. I felt a bit nervous when the music began to play and everyone turned to look at me. I wished my father was there to walk me down the aisle and I was trying not to cry. I fought the tears and relaxed as Donna took my arm. We walked down the aisle slowly, as we neared the altar I could see my soon-to-be husband shifting nervously as he waited for us. 

The entire ceremony went by so fast that I was surprised I managed to say "I do" in the right spot. Someone handed me a ring and I placed it on his finger with trembling hands. When the preacher said, "You may now kiss the bride," my husband kissed me passionately. The kiss felt like it lasted forever before he released me. Everyone clapped and we walked down the aisle together and down to the basement.  People began to follow us. 

I enjoyed the reception. I met so many new people and they were all so nice to me. By the time we left I was exhausted. I changed out of the wedding dress and into my more comfortable dress. We left the children with Donna, who had plenty of volunteers to clean up the mess. 

"Are you hungry?" Master asked me when we reached the car.

"When am I not?" I laughed. 

He drove us to the local diner and we ate. Of course, he arranged for us to stay in the motel next door again for our wedding night. 

He brought a small bag into the room with us. He opened it and pulled out a small box wrapped in silver paper with a large bow. 

"Here," he held the box out for me to take. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Your wedding present." 

I admired the box for a moment before opening it. Underneath the paper was a plain white box. I opened the lid and removed the paper to reveal a thin white leather collar.

I studied it. It had a large silver D shaped ring in the middle, and over the ring was small rectangular piece of silver metal. I could see my name engraved on it. 

"It's beautiful," I said.

"I don't think wearing a collar will hurt the baby," he said as he took it from me and buckled it around my neck. 

"I don't have a present for you," I said wistfully.

"Oh, I'm sure you can find something to give me," he whispered against my neck while his hands roamed down to my breasts. 

That night he fucked me and I came in every way imaginable under the circumstances. I fell deeply asleep, my naked body pressed to his. 

Shortly before dawn I woke up, starving and thirsty. He looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake him, but there was no food in the room. I had been allowed to go out alone before and I didn't think I needed permission. I would just run over to the diner and bring something back. 

I took the collar off so I could take a quick shower. I washed off my smudged makeup and got dressed. 

Stepping outside into the cool damp spring air gave me goose bumps. A long forgotten chill crept up my spine. It was a familiar feeling that made me afraid, however, I did not realize why. The parking lot was not lit and all I could see were shadows of cars. I had just considered how strange it was that there were so many cars when I saw three men standing in front of me. 

"Is that her?" one of them asked. 

"Yeah," another answered. 

I weighed my options; I knew I could not out run them. 

"Help me!" I screamed as loud as I could. Two of them took me by the arms and tried to pull me towards a waiting car. Suddenly, a young woman emerged from the shadows and ran towards us. She tried to drag one of the men off of me. 

"Leave her alone!" she pleaded. 

One of the men slapped her hard across the face. She flew to the ground in a crumpled heap. 

"Relax, child. We're not going to hurt you or the baby," one of them said to me. The voice seemed familiar. 

Before I could react, a shot rang out from behind me. The men released me and tried to run for the car. An unseen hand pushed me aside and I saw a large shape stalk past me. I could see a faint glimmer of light catch the barrel of the gun. 

I closed my eyes. I did not want to see what was about to happen. I heard more shots and I knew what he had done. 

"Who are you?" I heard Master ask. 

I reopened my eyes and saw that he was standing over the terrified girl that was still lying in the gravel.

"Sydney Cooper," the girl stammered nervously. "They killed my family." 

He extended his hand to help her get up. Sydney took it and staggered to her feet. 

He turned to me and said, "Take care of her. I'm going to get some help out here."

"There are more of them. I can take you there," the girl said. 

"Rest for a moment," he told her. 

I helped her limp into the motel room and sat her on the bed. She was wearing a tattered short pink dress. She was filthy and I could see old and new bruises all over her legs and arms. Her face was already starting to swell from being struck. I stayed with her until the rest of the deputies came. She took them to the house where the others were staying. I don't know what happened exactly and I have never asked. 

I began to busy myself preparing for the baby. The month of May came quickly and the day finally arrived. Everything went perfectly.

That evening, I was holding my son when Donna and Sydney walked in. After her abduction Sydney had no where to go. She was twenty-four years old and alone, just as I had been. Donna quickly volunteered to let her stay with her, no strings attached. 

"Well, have you decided on a name yet?" Donna asked. 

I was given free reign to name our new son and I had been agonizing over it all day. 

"Daniel," I said as I looked down at him. 

"Any significance?" Sydney asked. 

"It's my father's name."

"What about a middle name?" she asked.

"Thomas-my fiancé." This was the part that I had struggled with. 

"That's beautiful," Donna said. 

I looked down at Daniel again and smiled. This may not have been the way I'd ever imagined my life unfolding, but I wouldn't have changed it if I could. 

The next three months flew by. I lost myself in the task managing the house with some occasional help from Donna and Sydney who seemed to becoming an odd match. One evening, they volunteered to stay over and watch the children. I'm sure Donna knew what Master had planned for me, but I didn't. 

He got home from work at ten o'clock. I was the only one in the house still awake and I was waiting for him at the kitchen table. When he walked in, he regarded me with a smug look that I hadn't seen in a very long time. 

"Go downstairs and undress. Kneel on the floor and wait for me," he said. 

I tried to hide my smile as I got up and went into the basement. Someone had already unlocked the dungeon door. As I walked inside, I noticed that it smelled like it had been cleaned recently. I flipped on the light and did as he asked, taking my clothes off and then kneeling in the middle of the room. I shivered in anticipation.

He finally made his appearance just before my legs went to sleep. 

"Vivian, did I tell you to turn on the light?" I could see the glint of pleasure in his eyes. 

"No, Master," I said, not daring to look up at him. I knew that this was part of his game, but I couldn't help but feel upset that I had done something wrong. 

"Stand up." 

I managed to get up and stood there naked, except for my collar, waiting for him to do something.  It had been so long since I felt like this. 

He picked up a blindfold that had been left on the leather bench. He did not say anything more to me as he tightened it around my head. He was standing so close to me, I could feel his body heat. 

"Do you trust me?" I could feel his breath against my ear as he spoke.

"Yes, Master," I breathed back heavily. 

I heard him moving around the room. I tried to guess what he was doing, but I had no idea. 

I felt something slightly soft being placed around my neck. It trailed down the middle of my torso. I knew that it was rope. The long piece was maneuvered around for a moment before he brought it up between my legs and over my back. Something large was pressing tightly against my clit. The slightest shift in my weight caused it to rub against me. 




My Enslavement Ch. 03



I stood patiently, while he continued to weave a maze of knots and rope across my body. He bound my arms tightly to my sides. I could feel my pussy seeping wetness into the rope. 

"You look very beautiful," he admired me.  

He led me to the bench and laid me flat on my stomach. I gasped when he slapped my ass a couple of times. The knot against my clit sent a jolt through my body. 

There was a long pause and then I felt a light tapping sensation against my ass. I could feel my hair starting to stand on end. 

I let out a moan when he struck me harder, sending stinging sensations through me. He continued to slowly increase his strokes moving them across my ass and upper thighs. A distant part of my mind tried to tell me that I should be in pain and distress, but each blow seemed to be bringing me closer to orgasm. The claustrophobic sensations of being so tightly bound only further added to a heightened state of arousal that I had never experienced before. 

I felt his strong hand slip underneath me and find my swollen clit. 

"Do you want to cum?" 

"Yes," the word seemed to draw out forever. 

He increased his rubbing against me and I was thrusting against his hand. I came with crushing intensity. I could feel myself floating down into darkness. 

"Vivian?" I heard his voice call to me.

I blinked my eyes against the bright light of the room. He had taken off the rope and the blindfold. 

"Did you enjoy the cane, my little slave?" he asked. 

I tried to say, "Yes", but it was barely audible. 

He pulled me up by my waist and kissed me roughly. I still felt like I was made out of rubber and he had to support most of my weight. He had taken his clothes off at some point and I could feel his hard cock pushing against me. I managed to reach down and touch him, causing him to moan against me. 

He easily flipped me around and draped me over the edge of the bench. He slipped into my cunt from behind. My breasts were mashed against the leather as he fucked me. 

I could feel another orgasm quickly approaching. He rubbed his hands across my ass, sending mixes of pleasure and pain through my nerves. I cried out as I came again. 

His thrusting slowed and he pulled his cock out of me, leaving me lying on the bench. I watched him walk over to find the bottle of lube and I sheepishly smiled. 

He returned with it and coated his cock and then my ass. It had also been a year since he fucked me there. I felt him force one finger and then a second inside of me. I couldn't help but writhe against him in pleasure. 

He grunted as he shoved his cock in my ass. I could feel a mix of sweat and cum running down my thighs as he once again started to caress me with his hands while he fucked me. 

"Cum," he said through jagged breaths. 

I moved my hand down to my cunt. I fingered my clit until I was cumming. 

"Fuck...," he moaned. I could feel the warmth of his seed filling me. 

We eventually collected our clothes and returned upstairs to shower. I looked at myself in the mirror admiring the still slightly pink rope and cane marks. 

The next morning, we lay together in bed, still recovering. For some reason, I felt more at peace than ever. I knew at that moment that no matter what happened in the outside world I would continue to happily live on in all my roles: mother, slave, and wife.

He would keep me, he would protect me, he would guide me, he would love me... I am completely HIS.



My Enslavement



I thought for a moment before speaking, "You've already taught me most of it."

He looked amused at my answer, "You haven't seemed to mind."

"Maybe." I said as I sat up.

He smiled at me, "I suppose I have to punish you for getting into my things without permission."

I smiled back. "Yes, Master." I had learned something from those books.

I followed him to the bedroom. He bound my wrists with the chains. We had only used them a couple of time since the first night. This time he used a smaller softer whip. It hurt, but in a pleasurable way. He whipped me all over until I could feel moisture trickling down between my legs. With my arms still suspended above my head, he put his head between my legs and started to lick my clit. I didn't last long before cumming. 

He let me free and rubbed my arms until the circulation returned. I still felt disoriented as he positioned me on the bed. He entered my pussy from behind. As he fucked me I could feel his hands moving from my hips to the top of my ass. He rubbed my ass letting his fingers linger in between my spread cheeks. I became more aware of what was happening when one finger touched my asshole. I was shocked at how good it felt to be touched there. I moved my ass a little. This caused him to touch me more. Then, without warning, he shoved one finger into my ass. 

I screamed as I came hard. 

He came soon after. He let me sleep for the rest of the night. 

Days, weeks, and then months slipped by. Soon summer was waning into autumn. Around that time something started to bother me. I don't know why, but I started contemplating my current situation. 

Almost immediately upon my arrival I felt that I loved his children. In the beginning, I tried to attribute it to the loneliness I felt after my parents and fiancé died. As they grew they bonded with me as if I was their mother. Now I couldn't imagine life without them. Then the day came when I admitted to myself that I couldn't live without him either. I was in love with him. The next obvious question came to my mind, did he love me?

I thought about just asking him, but I knew my heart would break if he said no. Days passed and I grew more preoccupied with my problem. I tried to tell myself that I didn't really love him anyway, but it continued to eat away at me. 

Friday night came and I thought of a way to ask. We put the kids to bed early that night. I offered to fix him a drink. I made one for myself too. 

We watched an old movie and had a few more drinks. It was getting close to midnight. I walked into the living room and handed him a new drink. He was sitting in an armchair. I casually sat down on his lap. He looked a little taken aback by my advance. 

"May I ask you something?" I looked into his grey eyes. 

"Yes." He stared back into my brown eyes. 

"If you found another woman to replace me, would you let me go?" I dropped my gaze and held my breath for his response.

"Do you want to go?" he asked. 

That was not a response I had anticipated. I shifted uncomfortably and started to get up. "Never mind." I said. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. 

He put his arm around my waist and held me down. "Answer my question."

I struggled against him. "Forget it."

"Answer my question or I'm going to force it out of you." 

I sighed. I felt so dumb for doing this to myself. "No, I wouldn't."

"Why not?" he prompted. 

"Damn you. You know why." I struggled again. 

"Tell me."

"I love you." For a moment, I felt like a weight was lifted off me. I saw a look of shock wash across his face. I braced myself for his answer and began to cry.

He held me for a long time before speaking again. "I love you too."

I didn't believe that I'd heard correctly at first. Or I thought maybe he'd said that to appease me. Then he kissed me softly, his tongue dancing with mine. When we broke our kiss he said, "By the way, my name is Chad."

"I'd rather call you Master." I said breathlessly as I roughly kissed him again.