3 comments/ 28614 views/ 7 favorites Slave Girl By: Titanide Patty's Story Patty was pacing the room, tonight had been a very special night. Her Master had brought her a present, a wondrous present. Patty didn't understand why Master had decided she needed such a gift. But the gift opened up a most wonderful set of possibilities. Master had owned Patty since she was 18. Over the years she had become totally devoted to being Masters sex slave, Master was good, he was generous, Patty had not imagined such a grand life when she had been sold into general servitude. Most people were sold into bondage as workers, workers were in high demand, Patty had an education, she would have brought big money as a worker. Patty knew that most factory workers seldom lived to see ten years of servitude, exposure to the chemicals and dangers of the work environment usually resulted in severe injury or even death to most worker slaves after just ten years. Patty had been thrilled to find her young life would not be wasted on the factory floor when her former masters had been convicted as enemies of the state and their possessions confiscated and sold at auction. She missed her family, estate life had been good and the horror of being sold off after the collapse when her former master and mistress had gone to the gallows had almost been enough to kill her inside as well. But her new master was good and kind in his own way. He never beat her if she obeyed, he never hurt her for fun other than the little pains that made sex feel better. As she paced she went over the events of the day..... Suddenly the door to her chamber was flung open and her Master walked in, Patty was thrilled and ran to him and dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead to the floor waiting for his command. Master looked down at Patty, her long flaming red hair made a halo around her head on the floor. Her pale white skin covered with freckles shown in the gaps her flimsy thin robe didn't cover. Master said, "Patty, look up at me, I have a very special present for you." Patty raised her head to look at her master, her eyes shown with devotion to Master, all good things flowed from Master. When she saw what he was carrying her eyes got wide. He had what appeared to be a person wrapped in a blanket, it was a small person, it's feet hung out from one end and long white hair hung out the other end. "Rise Patty, See what I have brought for you" Patty got to her feet, Master was tall, six feet and six inches, and Patty was short, five foot at most, flaming red hair to her waist, very busty and slightly chubby. Master liked her that way and she took great pains to maintain her appearance exactly the way Master wanted. Patty noticed her Master taking in the sight of her, it made her nipples tighten up under her thin silk gown. "Come with me Patty to your bed chamber" Patty obediently followed her Master. Master laid his bundle on the bed and unwrapped the most amazing thing Patty had ever seen, a girl, much shorter than even Patty, long completely white hair, very pale pink skin, a small streak of equally white hair grew from her kitty. Even her eyebrows and eyelashes were white as snow. Patty looked in amazement at this small creature Master had laid on her bed. "Patty, she is yours, you will be her mistress. No longer will you be lonely when I am away. This one will keep you company, warm your bed in the long lonely nights. You can train her to do anything you wish, she was the prized slave of a woman who couldn't stop gambling, I took this sweet girl as payment for her former mistresses gambling debt. Treat her well and she will loyal to you. Patty stared in astonishment at this gift, Master had been generous in the past, a diamond collar and a gold link chain leash for when Master took her out in public. Jewelry to wear in public, emeralds big as patty's nipples even dresses of silk and other fine fabric, Master liked to show her off. Even this place she lived, as grand in a way that even the masters of her world seldom experienced, but to have her own slave! She turned to her Master, " I do not know what to say Master, she is beautiful, but she is so young, shouldn't she be with her family at this age?" Master looked at patty hard, "Patty do you question your Masters gift? Have I been too good to you?" A horrified look passed over Patty's freckled face, "oh no Master, never, please forgive me." Patty dropped to her position, forehead pressed to the floor. Patty couldn't see it but her master smiled, his feelings for patty went beyond slave and master but he could never let her know that. "Patty, she is 18, the same age as you when I bought you at auction, she is just small in stature, skinny and undernourished. I expect you to change that!" Patty kept he forehead on the floor, but she answered, "Yes my Master, it will be as you say." Master smiled again, "Patty rise up, I have need of your talents." Patty rose to her knees to see Master's cock, hard and tight, looking her in the face. Patty smiled, her Master wasn't upset, he still desired her. Patty took his cock in her mouth and began to suck and lick his cock. Master took a handful of that wonderful red hair and pulled Patty to him, Master's cock slid all the way down Patty's throat, and he began to enjoy Patty's skills. The girl on the bed opened her eyes and a look of horror crossed her face and she hid in the blanket. Master picked Patty up and lay her on the bed, this would be a special night, all of Patty's charms would be explored, Patty would orgasm many times and she would get her fill of masters vital fluid, Patty loved to drink from him and he loved to give his cum to Patty. Hours later, after Patty had satisfied her beloved Master, many, many times, as Master left, his final word was, take care of her Patty, she is special in a way I cannot say right now but she is yours to train, train her well. Patty watched him leave with longing in her eyes, she always missed her Master terribly when he was gone. Patty went to examine her new charge. Patty looked at the bundle on the bed, the girl had wrapped herself up in the blanket as though she was hiding. Patty slowly pealed the blanket from her new companion. The blanket was harsh, made of wool, itchy, Patty made a mental note to throw it away at her first opportunity. The girl was huddled into a ball, her long white hair tangled and dirty. Her skin had bruises and cuts, her face was stained with tears, slowly she opened her eyes, Patty was astonished, she had pink eyes, Patty had never seen such a thing. "Girl" Patty said, "what is your name?" The girl looked at Patty, "are you my new mistress?" Patty smiled at her, "yes I am your new mistress, but I am Masters slave too, why did you hide while I pleasured him, you should pay attention, you will be required to pleasure him too eventually." The girls eyes went wild, "oh no, he is a man, they torture girls, use them to satisfy their horrible appetites for inflicting pain!" The girl dove back into her dirty wool blanket. Patty was horrified to hear such talk. She reached out and took the blanket from the girl and threw it on the floor. "What is your name girl!' Patty used her most dominant voice. The naked girl looked up and said, "Cindy" in a tiny meek voice. Patty looked at her kindly and took her tiny hand. "Come with me Cindy, you belong to me now and you need to be clean." Patty led her to the washroom, and began to fill the huge tub with hot steamy water. "We need to clean you up, around here being clean is very important," she indicated to Cindy she should get in the water. Cindy's eyes were big as saucers, "Mistress, you want me to get in that water?" "Yes Cindy, you must be clean, I will not let you sleep in my bed if you are dirty." Cindy slowly slipped into the water, the look on her face was one of awe, "I have never had a hot bath before Mistress, you are very indulgent." Patty chuckled, "no Cindy a hot bath will be required often here, we believe in being clean, here let me show you how to scrub up." Patty began the task of washing Cindy, it was obvious Cindy hadn't been able to wash in some time. Her skin was covered in small bruises and cuts. "Cindy, how did you get these cuts and bruises my little one?" "My Mistress liked to use pain to have fun with me, she loaned me to her friends and they liked to inflict pain as well, it wasn't too bad, not as bad as what men do to girls." Patty looked horrified, "Cindy, I am your mistress now, you will not refer to that monster as your mistress any longer, do you understand?" I am your new Mistress, you will call me Mistress and no one else, understood?" Patty might have been a slave but she understood the need for discipline, Cindy's referring to her former mistress as her Mistress had to stop now. "You will call her your former owner, not Mistress." Cindy looked terrified, "yes Mistress" Cindy said in a tiny voice, "please do not punish me for my transgression...." Patty looked at Cindy with compassion in her eyes, "no one is going to punish you for such a small thing Cindy, just remember you belong to me and my Master now!" A look of terror passed over Cindy's face again. "Do I have to belong to him? My mis... former owner told me men were horrible and would hurt me and do terrible things to me!" Cindy began to cry. "Cindy, your former owner hurt you didn't she? "Uh huh" "Trust me Cindy she was not a good owner, our Master will never hurt you as long as you do what your are told and neither will I!" Cindy immediately leapt into Patty's arms, hugging her close. Patty stroked her head and whispered sweet things to Cindy. Cindy couldn't see the tears well up in Patty's eyes, Patty seldom gave much thought to the way most sex slaves were treated, her wonderful life was a rare exception, most sex slaves were abused terribly. Now clean, washed and brushed, Patty medicated all the small cuts on Cindy's body, there were 19 cuts that were bad enough to need a small bandage the rest were just rubbed with medicated ointment. Patty picked Cindy up out of the tub and dried her off, Patty was just barely five feet tall but Cindy was at least six inches shorter, she had not been raised correctly for sure. Patty put one of her own robes on Cindy, it swallowed her but it did the job, they walked to the kitchen. "Cindy are you hungry?" Cindy's eyes told the tale, Patty sat her down and got out some leftovers from supper from the fridge and heated them in the micro-oven, roast chicken and green beans. Cindy devoured them using her fingers like it was her only meal in days, sadly Patty thought, that just might be true. After she cleaned Cindy up, Patty was tired, her liaison with Master was tiring enough but cleaning up her new charge really tired her out, it was time for bed. "Cindy come with me, it's bed time and I am tired. Cindy followed Patty to her bedchamber, Cindy immediately lay down on the floor on the deep rug beside Patty's bed. Patty looked down at Cindy, What sort of monster owned you Cindy, she thought. "Get up Cindy you will not sleep on the floor!" Cindy jumped up, a scared look on her face, "the rug was so soft and you are so kind I thought I might get to sleep near you" Cindy's body was shaking with fear. "No Cindy my little dove, the floor beside my bed is not for you," Cindy was looking around to see where she might sleep. "You will sleep with me Cindy, in my bed under the covers where it is warm and soft." A look of awe crossed Cindy's face, "with you? There?" "Yes Cindy, take off the robe, the covers on my bed will keep us warm." Patty drew back the covers as Cindy dropped her robe and Cindy slipped between the covers with a look of disbelief on her face, Patty did the same and covered them both up. Cindy immediately snuggled up to Patty and began to caress her. "Oh mistress, if I only have this one night it is better than all my other nights put together! I have never eaten such wonderful food, taken a hot bath or been allowed to sleep in a real bed, thank you mistress!" Patty thought of stopping Cindy, she even tried to hold her at bay at first, but Cindy was determined and Patty soon gave in to Cindy's kisses and caresses. Slowly Cindy slipped down sucking Patty's long hard nipples before sliding on down to lick and suck Patty's kitty. Suddenly Patty understood why Master liked her submission so much, it was wonderful to own someone! Patty pulled Cindy's face tight against her kitty and enjoyed being a Mistress for the first time! Part two The next few days revealed some startling things about Cindy and maybe even Patty. Cindy seemed to have an almost pathological oral fixation, Patty's body was soon covered with tiny red suction marks left by Cindy. Patty's nipples began to get so raw she had to restrict the time Cindy was allowed to suckle. But Patty's clitoris was Cindy's main object of sucking desire. Patty had to limit her to three times a day just to be able to stand the orgasms generated by Cindy's attentions. But one thing stood out so much it made all the rest of Cindy's weirdness seem tame. Cindy had a cock, well not really, it was an enlarged clitoris but it was four inches long and one inch thick. It could only get erect if it was sucked but once it was hard Cindy could use like a man, it was only one third as big as masters cock but Patty liked it even better than the sucking. Patty liked anal sex very much and Cindy's large clitoris was the perfect size. Sex with Cindy was wonderful! When it came time to go to market Patty was looking through her closet to pick out her public shopping dress, she would wear her leather collar with her ID badge attached. Once out into the world of free people and other slaves Patty needed her identification to make sure she could buy the food and other goods she required to maintain herself in the style master wanted for her. In some ways she dreaded these trips, often the freewomen would berate her, call her names until they saw her badge and realized she was owned by one of the most powerful men in the world. Then the catcalls and rude remarks descended into mutterings as she walked along. These days almost everyone recognized her and often these trips were even pleasant. But today she was taking her slave with her. A slave with her own slave was unusual even for a favorite like Patty but she wanted to show off her new charge. Master had at least implied she could take Cindy with her so she decided she would! Master had left a note telling her to make sure Cindy was covered well with sunscreen if Patty took her out since her skin was so sensitive but Patty's skin was sensitive as well so Patty was well versed in sunscreen. First Patty had to explain what was going to happen to Cindy, Cindy had been kept in seclusion and had never been out before. "Cindy come to me," Cindy immediately ran to her side and prostrated herself on the floor like Patty did for Master. "Cindy look up at me," commanded Patty. Cindy did as she was told, her white eyebrows and long white lashes were extremely exotic but her wide pink eyes were simply unheard of to Patty. It was unnerving to look into those eyes. "Cindy, we are going shopping for our food and a few odds and ends, I could call and just have it delivered but I like to pick out the best for us. Sometimes I cook for master and he only eats the very best. Master is coming to see us tonight and we must be ready for anything he wants!" Cindy looked horrified, she said, "Mistress, I have never been to the market or anyplace else. Will we be safe?" Suddenly another look of horror passed over her face, "Mistress will you give me to this man? Will he have his way with me like my former owner told me?" Patty chuckled, "Cindy, master already owns you, you are his to take at any time, I cannot give him what he already owns! You just follow my lead and do what Master says and you will be rewarded just like I am! His ownership protects us, no one would mess with our Masters slaves!" Cindy looked dubious but she tried a small smile, "if it must happen it will, I am yours to command my Mistress." Patty kissed Cindy on the forehead, "My little dove, you will enjoy Master's attentions, I guarantee it! We need to get dressed, a big day and night is ahead of us!" Patty had to start out the trip by applying sunscreen to her and Cindy, Cindy rubbed the oil on Patty and Patty rubbed it on Cindy. Cindy insisted on making it a sexual experience and Patty was in too much of a hurry to argue so by the time Patty and Cindy were slathered with sunscreen they both were out of breath. Patty had ordered a custom made bright blue silk dress, hoop skirt, custom fitted, long with large puffy sleeves, pantaloons and all the correct undergarments a lady should wear, and a matching umbrella to shield Cindy from the hot sun. Patty wore her green silk dress with a similar design. A plunging neckline on Patty showed just how well endowed she was but Cindy had small breasts, her neckline was more modest. Master would want them to look their best since they were representing him and his ability to own the best. Such details not only demonstrated to the public that she was special to her Master it drove the free women to fits of envy to see her dressed like a lady. Patty not so secretly enjoyed that greatly! Patty locked a similar collar on Cindy, with her own ID badge and attached a leash, slaves were to be controlled at all times. Patty was special to her master and had a special badge denoting her status but Cindy had none, it would have been illegal for Cindy to go out and not be on a leash. Patty led Cindy down the ramp and hailed a robo cab, they got in and Patty allowed the cab to scan her badge to show she had credit and away they went to the market. By this time Cindy was so excited she begged to suck a nipple and Patty had to let her to get her to calm down. Cindy's oral fixation was puzzling and Patty was going to ask master why Cindy was like this next time he was home. Cindy was very excited when they exited the cab, she had told Patty she had never been to market before and she was very excited to see it. All Patty could think of was what was it going to take to calm Cindy down when they got home! As they walked along Patty leading Cindy on her leash they began to get many strange stares. Patty heard "engen" muttered under peoples breaths as she stopped at various stalls to order food to be delivered to her compound. Finally a well dressed freewoman stopped Patty. "Well well well, it looks like the sex toy has finally been replaced!" "What does it feel like to train your replacement, sex toy?" Many people began to laugh around her. "What are you talking about freewoman?" asked Patty. The laughter grew, "poor little sex toy, don't you know what you have on that leash?" "Yes," replied Patty immediately, "she is my slave, master gave her to me!" The laughter become harsher, "Stupid sex slave, she is EnGen, she is a genetically engineered sex toy, they are going to replace all you sluts the men have been fucking all these years and all you sluts will go back to hard labor like you are supposed to be doing!" The shouts were becoming angry now, a piece of rotten fruit almost hit Patty. Patty gathered up her skirts and led Cindy away hurriedly. Patty's face was red and her heart was beating wildly. What could those terrible people have meant? Patty was terrified by the time she got home, a glitch in her key card seemed to be denying her entrance into her own apartments. It made her realize she wasn't really home just in her slave quarters. She took off the heavy dress and put on her best ethereal silk gown and dressed Cindy the same way. Master was due home tonight, she would have to figure out a way to ask these questions with out being disrespectful to master. She was lost deep in thought as Cindy did her best to suck Patty's clitoris completely off.... Slave Girl. Carla had her ankles and wrists tied to the legs of a table. She was naked and blindfolded, squirming on the table, trying to see what was going on and where she was. She woke up on the table and the only reason she knew she was naked was because of the rot iron she felt underneath her back and the glass on her shoulder blades. She was sprawled out, exposed in the most intimate way in front of god knows who. "Who's a good girl?" a voice whispered in her ear. The question made her pause. "Who are you?" she asked, but not very loudly. Her long brown hair was down and falling over her gigantic 34DD tits. As she moved to try and see who had just asked the question, they shook and she knew that whoever was there, had enjoyed that. They were nice, full boobs. They weren't saggy, they were perky. The blindfold came off her eyes. "I am Jason. I am your new master," he told her. It took her a minute for her eyes to adjust to what she was looking at. He was a tall man, at least six-foot, with long-ish dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was quite gorgeous, actually, if he weren't some weirdo who had taken her and tied her to a table. "Master? Um, no. I don't have a master," she told him, confidently. "You do now. I am going to train you. Make you mine and you will do whatever I say or you will be severely punished, understand?" he asked. "Uh, no?" she posed it more as a question than a statement. "Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I am not going to be trained or owned by anybody," she told him. All of a sudden, she felt a sharp slap across her face. "What the fuck?!" she yelled at him and gave him a fierce look. "I won't tolerate being talked to that way. You are mine and I will do whatever I want to you. As I said, if you disobey me, I will punish. That wasn't even the worst of it," he told her, his face smug. "Fuck you," she said, getting really scared about what was going on. He raised his hand and she expected him to slap her face again, but he slapped her right boob which hurt worse. She kept her mouth shut. "Good girl," he said as he walked around the table. "Now, you will address me as master or daddy," he told her, stroking her bare thigh as he walked past it. "How will I know which one to call you at the moment?" she asked. She was taking this surprisingly well. She thought she'd fight tooth and nail, but she was surprisingly calm and had accepted this. "Well, you'll know it's the wrong one if I hit you," he told her and walked to in between her legs. He untied them from the table. "I don't think you're going to like what I have planned for you next, but I don't really care," he said and made a motion to somebody and then looked closely at her pussy. He stroked the outer pussy lips, feeling how smooth they were. The minute he touched her, her heart started to race. He put his finger in her slit and moved it easily up and down. "Well, well, well, who's my little wet girl? Getting off on this, are you?" he asked with a harsh, cruel laugh. She knew that what he said was true. She could feel her juices creeping out of her, down her leg and begin going down her butt crack. She felt dirty for getting turned on by this. "Here we go," Jason said and a smile spread across his face. She moved her head to see what he was looking at. Her eyes widened in horror. There were at least fifteen guys standing in the room, eyeing her naked body. Her heart started racing even faster. "What are you doing to me?" she asked and laid her head back down. He walked over to her and stroked the hair out of her face. "Don't worry, my love, I won't do this to you all the time. I just want to push you and see how far you can go. You understand?" he said in a loving voice and it made her trust him. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes what?" he asked. She didn't understand what he meant. "Um..." He reached and pinched her nipple, which felt instantly good, but then he pulled on it and it sent pain through her body. "Yes, master! Yes, master!" she yelled and he let go. "Good. You're learning. Proceed," he said, the last part not to her. A few of the men started making their way toward her and she stared at them as they started taking their clothes off. Jason turned to her. "You are nothing, okay? Know that. You are nothing and you are good for nothing but me using you for sex. You are my own personal cum bucket, okay?" he said and she didn't reply this time. He grabbed her legs and threw them so they were up over her head. One of the guys came over and all of a sudden she had balls in her face. His penis was average sized. He shoved it in her mouth and it took her by surprise. He started fucking her mouth and she just sat there and moved her tongue back and forth as best she was able. She didn't see them, but she felt one man move and move his penis in the slit of her cunt and then enter her pussy. He was a big boy. She also felt a man shove his cock in her ass. She'd never wanted to try before, but she didn't know why now. It felt great. She started giving a couple of guys hand jobs. She had five cocks focused on her. She felt great. She never thought she'd feel so good being used for nothing more than sex. "Ugh, where do you -- want me -- to cum?" the guy fucking her mouth asked in pants. No, she thought, don't stop. Keep going. "Where ever you want on her," Jason said. The guy pulled out of her mouth and just came on her face. She loved feeling the hot liquid move down her face. He moved and another guy came and started fucking her mouth now. Now she understood where there were so many men there. One by one, all of them came on her. She had cum all over her body. She was pretty sure that a couple of guys used her twice, but that was fine with her. Slowly, the guys started leaving. She was still tied to the table, though now he wouldn't have to force her to be there. She had cum all up her stomach, her tits, and especially her face. She loved it. She loved the feeling of it. She wanted to lick it all up. She just lay there, enjoying the pleasure she'd just gotten. Jason walked over and looked up at her. "What are you?" he asked. "Nothing but a cum bucket," she told him with a smile on her lips. He smiled. "Very good." He was nude and she looked at his cock. It was huge! At least nine and a half inches. And it was thick. "Why are you naked?" she asked, hoping that she didn't let the hopefulness seep through her voice. "Because I'm going to fuck you," he told her. "All those guys may be able to fuck you and cum on you, but I'm the only one whose cum you will taste and swallow, understand?" he asked and she nodded. He untied her from the table and she stood up but he immediately shoved her back down on the ground so that she was on all fours. He shoved his hard cock into her tight, still sopping wet pussy and fucked her senseless. She wanted to scream from how many times she came. When he game, he threw her over and she opened her mouth and let the cum seep into her mouth and down her throat. He tasted great. She was satisfied. She let her shoulders relax and she looked up at him. All of a sudden, something hit her face and she thought that it was more cum, but she knew the minute it started streaming down her face that he was peeing on her. She tried to twist away, but he held her there. "Open your mouth," he told her and she did so reluctantly. He didn't aim for her mouth, but still some got in there and she swallowed it. "You're mine. I've marked you. I've humiliated you. You are nothing, okay? Remember that," he said when he was done. She went to wipe the pee off her face. He grabbed her wrist to stop her. "No, leave it on there," he instructed. He pointed to a little dog bed situated in the corner and she didn't understand. "That's your bed. Go sleep in it. I'll feed you when I'm ready. No cleaning, no washing. You stay just was you are; cum soaked and peed on," he ordered. "And you are to be nude at all times." She went to stand up, but he shoved her back down. "You crawl on all fours to your bed, cum bucket. Go." He shooed her away and she crawled over to her bed with her pussy and ass exposed. Slave Girl I have a slave girl. My husband bought me one. They delivered her today. The doorbell rang. I had to sign a clipboard. She walked inside, eyes downcast. She came with no instructions. She wore no clothing. (Apparently, that costs extra, the cheap bastard.) She's quite young, medium height, slender, brunette, blue eyes. Creamy white skin, more northern European than Mediterranean. Hasn't all her curves, yet, but I can tell she will, eventually. She knelt in a posture of obedience and awaited my instructions. "What is your name?" She looked up at me, frightened, and then looked down, saying nothing. "So, it's okay if I make you a name?" She nodded her assent, still looking at the floor at my feet. Let's leave that a bit, shall we? Can you read and write? She nodded, yes. "Okay, slave girl, you're going to have to speak until I tell you to be silent, so answer me, verbally, okay?" "Yes, ma'am," then, "I can read and write." "Now, get up off the floor. I'll tell you when to kneel, otherwise, I want you to attend me, standing." "Yes, ma'am." She stood, eyes downcast. "There's a book of baby names over by the desk. Go get it and come back." She walked over, found the book (she can read), and walked back. "Follow me to the bathroom." She walked behind me, hesitantly, until we found the hall water closet. "You can use the bathroom, now, if you need to, or later, anytime. " "Thank you, ma'am. It was a long ride." "Very well, close the door while you're using it and when you're finished, return to the parlor." "Yes, ma'am." I heard her use the restroom and wash her hands. I went back to the parlor and waited her return. In a few minutes, she came in and stood before me, eyes downcast, again. "You're going to ruin your posture always looking down. Please adopt a more natural pose. It's okay to look about you. I will speak to you when I want something." Finally, her head came up and I got to look into her eyes. "Now, go sit at the desk and read the book I gave you. I want you to select a name and tell me what it is. Take your time, I'm going to wait here for you to finish. She moved over to the desk and sat. She looked back and me, then turned to study the book. While she read, I studied her carefully. There were no marks that she'd been beaten or mistreated. She seemsd healthy and clean. She certainly acted intelligent and polite. She was quite pretty and I looked forward to getting to know her. What to do with her? My cell rang. It was my husband, "How do you like my gift?" "Thank you so much. We're getting to know each other." "Can I pick up something for you on the way home?" "No, as a matter of fact, I'd like you to sleep out, tonight. I need the time to get to know her better before you come home." "Sure, if that's what you want. I'll stay at ...." "Don't bother with the details. Whatever you're going to do, I forgive you." "Ha! I'll call before I come home tomorrow night." "Whatever." I was sure despite my short answers he knew I was pleased with his offering. She was probably quite expensive. He wasn't forgiven, not completely, but it was okay for him to come home. Eventually. When I hung up, she was standing before me with the book. Her gaze met mine, thank goodness. "Well, what did you decide?" "Miss, with your permission, I'd like to be called 'Evelyn'". "Well, Evelyn, that is your name. Always remember that you picked it out." "Yes, ma'am." "You'll need a last name, too. My mother's maiden name is Humboldt. You'll use that name until I tell you otherwise." "Evelyn Humboldt, yes, ma'am, thank you very much." "Now, Evelyn, tell me what you remember of your past." "I was raised with a number of slave children in a group home. The staff treated us strictly, but kindly. We were trained that we could expect anything once we were sold." "Come here." She walked over next to my chair. I ran my hands over her body, which was soft and warm. She was ticklish in the spots you might expect to find that reaction. I spread her cheeks and looked at her bottom. It seemed quite normal. I had her spread her legs and I inspected her sex. Again, everything appeared normal. I felt inside her and found the maidenhead was intact. "Dear me, girl, has no one used you sexually?" "No, ma'am, it was forbidden. We were taught that was the special property of our owner and you are my first owner." I smiled and looked at her, tenderly, "As well it should be. Keep that in mind - your maidenhead is mine and will not be surrendered except with my permission." "Yes, ma'am. Your permission." She curtseyed! This did cost my husband a lot. Good. "Now, Evelyn, what training have you from your home?" I was tutored as a general maid, personal assistant and body servant. I can help you with office work, assist you in bathing and dressing, provide personal grooming, give three disciplines of massage, and ..." Smiling, "Yes, Evelyn?" "I can provide pleasure to men and to women." This, blushing. It made her skin radiant across her face, neck, and chest. "Do you mean sexual pleasure?" I just wanted that blush to go on and on. "Yes, ma'am." Another curtsey. "Let's go upstairs, Evelyn, and we'll see what you mean." She followed me upstairs to my bedroom. This was my private place, I never let him in there even when we were sleeping together. It was a decidedly feminine place, decorated professionally by a firm that provided similar services to royalty, persons-of-note, and some exclusive .... well, places. "There's the bathroom. Draw me a bath using the lavender colored bath oils. I like the water quite hot." She went directly to perform her duties, thankfully not ma'am-ing me or curtseying again. I stood by the bed until she returned, following the sound of water running gently into the tub and the enchanting odor from the bathroom. "Evelyn, if you're going to bathe me, you'll have to undress me, first." She reaches around my neck and unfastens my necklace, then realizes she doesn't know what to do with it. She looks at me quizzically. "Arrange it on the bedspread next to you." She re-fastens the clasp, then artfully lays the necklace on the bed. She removes my bracelets and places them next to the necklace, then removes my earrings and places them carefully down. Her deft fingers unbutton my cuffs, then my blouse buttons and she steps behind me to remove it. She folds it carefully and places it on the chair next to the bed. Her gaze lingers on my emerald camisole, taking in the details of the lace and noting the swell of my breasts, the nipples making the slightest indentation under the lace. She unfastens the clasp and unzips the skirt, then slides it down for me to step out of, revealing the matching slip, contrasting against my nude hose. She folds the skirt and places it next to the blouse. She grasps the straps of the camisole and pulls it up as I raise my arms to let her remove it completely. She folds it carefully, trying not to let me see her staring at my breasts. "It's okay, dear, we've not been naked together before now. Take your time and inspect me carefully, after all, " The girl looks at my face, seeking a hint of my reaction to her interest, then returns her attention to my body. Her desire is tangible in the room and I let it linger, then tell her, "If you don't turn off the water, there won't be room for both of us." She cries softly, then turns and runs into the bathroom. The water stops and she returns to find me standing in panties, thigh-highs, and heels, patiently awaiting her to finish her first service to me. She moves to remove the stockings but I stop her and indicate she is to remove the panties, first. She catches the waistband in her fingers and pulls them down so I can step out of them. She places them panties on the chair and I turn to face her. "Smell my sex, Evelyn." She kneels,, closes her eyes, and raises her face toward me. I place my hand at the back of her head and push her nose into my bush. I rub her against me, enjoying the sensation of the touch of her face. She makes no move to caress me, orally, sensing that is not the purpose of this attention. "Yes, dear, this is an introduction. Meet your new Mistress, who expects your devotion and love. She has a secret name which I will tell you, later, but you are to address her as 'Mistress'. Respond." "Yes, ma'am." "No, you are to address her when she is present. Tell her you are glad to meet her." I continue rubbing against her nose and lips, my fingers caressing her hair and the back of her neck. "I am pleased to meet you, my Mistress. I promise to love you and to devote myself to your happiness and pleasure. It is my honor to serve you." "Very good, Evelyn. Mistress awaits your more intimate attentions, but first you must bathe her, and me." While kneeling, Evelyn slips off my heels and rolls down my hose and folds them carefully, looking up at me. "Take my hand and let's go to the bath." We hold hands and she steadies me as I step into the fragrant water. She's found the matches and lit the candles, the thoughtful, imaginative girl. Once I'm comfortable in the bath, she kneels beside the tub. She finds the soap and sponges and begins a luxurious bathing of her new owner. She washes me carefully here, there, everywhere, her ministrations deft and careful, touching me roughly enough to clean, softly enough to avoid irritating my skin. Finally, she pauses, looks into my eyes questioningly. "Yes, dear, it's almost time for you to bathe your new Mistress. First, I'd think it would be fun for you to jump in here with me." Her eyes widen. "No, we won't do this every time, but this is our first time together and I think a special treat is in order." The water was still quite hot as she climbed in, facing me. "Here, dear, place your legs over mine and come up close so that we can cuddle." She moved up next to me and I held her in my arms. She lay her head on my shoulder and I patted it. "There, there, my love, you've done such a good job so far. I'm very proud of you and you are a credit to your training." She looked up at me and I smiled a broad smile. Just the hint of a smile came to her pretty little face. I took a sponge and dressed it with soap and began washing her off. She was delivered quite clean and fresh smelling, but this was an opportunity for me to bond her to me. I cleaned her quickly, all over, and pulled her back against me. She settled in comfortable in my arms, the fragrance wafting around us adding to the candlelight combining in a romantic atmosphere. I moved from stroking her hair to pushing her face back for a kiss. I brought my lips to hers and felt hers part for my tongue. Our kiss had a top and that was me, it had a bottom and that was her and she submitted to my demands, opening and allowing me access to her without reserve. Her hands folded against my chest and mine found her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, the cute little nipples begging for squeezes and receiving them. I kneaded the soft flesh there, finding her youthful firmness warming to my touch and her nipples blooming at my touch. I pulled her up and had her kneel before me, then bend over so that I could suckle first one breast, then the other. The little tease, she squealed her delight and pulled away, then brought the rosebuds closer for more attention. "That's quite enough for now, Evelyn," I reprimanded her, "Get out and help me dry off." She hung her head and climbed out of the tub. I would have to remember she was young and inexperienced and not used to me, yet. She gathered up a soft terry robe for me and a fluffy white towel. To the credit of her training, she'd made no move to dry herself, foregoing that simple act to respond to my command, first. Dripping, she dried me carefully and thoroughly and helped me into the robe. "Dry yourself off, dear, use a fresh towel, that's okay. When you're done, there's a mop in the closet. Dry the floor and then attend me in the bedroom." I moved into the bedroom and traded the fluffy robe for a silk robe in a dramatic floral print. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, waiting. A chastened Evelyn, her face dewy from the exertion of mopping the bathroom, presented herself to me beside the bed, her eyes downcast, again. She was nude, again. "You must moisturize me, dear, before my skin dries completely. Kneel and do my legs and feet, first." She complied, rubbing cream all over and about my feet and toes, her fingers seemingly loving the attention she gave me. She followed up by rubbing my calves and knees, then my thighs. This wasn't quite a massage, but quite stimulating. I enjoyed watching her breasts bounce as she exerted herself on my behalf. "Now, dearest, sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs." She complied, throwing her arms above her head in surrender. I turned around and pulled some long scarves, already fastened to the bed corners, up and bound her wrists, then her ankles. I pulled another scarf out and tied it around her head as a blindfold. "Now dear, raise your hips." She struggled to do this, squirming at the bonds I'd placed. I slipped a towel under her. She had to be wondering what I was doing. "Your bush is lovely, dear, but I prefer you keep it shaved, completely. This one time I'l remove it as a symbol of my ownership, but from now on, you must maintain it unless I tell you otherwise." "Yes, ma'am," her voice quivering. I wiped the hair with a hot washcloth, wetting her thoroughly. I rubbed in some shave cream and began trimming away the hair from her pussy. She was frozen in terror, silly thing. That was part of my treatment, but I didn't want her shivering in fear while I held a straight razor. "Evelyn, you simply must relax. If you quiver, I'll do you some serious damage and have to punish you, as well." She froze as I deftly shaved her clean as a whistle. I wiped off the rest of the cream and dried her, then applied some emollient to soothe the virgin flesh, not exposed since puberty. I could feel her relax under my hand, the tension melting away. I stroked her vaginal lips, rubbing and squeezing each side, letting my finger run between them, up, down, about to her anus, teasing and rimming that opening. "Let's see what flavor I picked." I moved my lips down to kiss the smooth flesh, my tongue exploring the crevices and circling her clitoris. I began a rapid fanning motion over her sensitive little bud. "Ohhhhh," she moaned in pleasure. "Yes, dear, relax, let yourself go." I took it in my lips and suckled her tiny head, then began rubbing it with my tongue. "Mmmmmm", she responded, bucking her hips up toward me, straining against the scarves. I untied them and told her, "Roll over." She was frustrated but she complied, her beautiful little ass up in the air, her cute little waist so slender. She really is a cute little thing. I reached a scarf around her head and tied it in her mouth. "Now, Evelyn, it's time for you to learn better self-control. You became quite aroused in the bath, didn't you, my lovely?" She nodded, squirming. It was not the first time she'd been punished from behind. "Be still, little one. I'm going to spank you carefully. If you're still, it will not mark you more than just a red bottom. If you wiggle, there might be a bruise, which will displease me. Your complexion is lovely, but you must learn to control yourself even when I excite you sexually." She quieted and nodded her understanding. I kneaded her cheeks, one, then the other, feeling the warm softness so perfect and firm. Suddenly I slapped the left cheek as hard as I could, careful to keep the hand flat as it struck. The resounding slap was followed by her cry of humiliation and pain, muffled by the gag. "There, now, my lovely, that's not so bad, is it?" Tears soaked the mattress. I noted my handprint reddening on her white flesh. "It's a lot of change in one day, isn't it sweetie? You've done so well, so far, I'm very pleased with you so far. You've a lot to learn, but I look forward to working with you and watching you develop under my care and yes, even to loving you." I untied the gag, releasing one last sob before she regained her composure. I removed the bonds on her wrists and ankles. "Now, get up and kneel before me. Look me in the eye." "Yes, ma'am." "I require now that you maintain eye contact with me." "Yes, ma'am." Now, without looking away, reach down and feel your soft flesh where I shaved you. That's right, feel it all over." I watched as she moved her hand to her crotch and she carefully inspected the strange texture of familiar territory. She felt all over, feeling the lips, the folds, the sensitive little bump now hiding since her punishment. It must have seemed quite different from the way it felt with all that hair. "Keep rubbing, dear, I want you to rub yourself to orgasm while I watch." Her curiosity soon became arousal and her fingers found a pleasing rhythm. Her other hand reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing, moving down to press her tummy. The primary hand never faltered, however and I watched as her eyes slitted, her head moved back, exposing her neck to me, her eyes closed and she knew only her own center of pleasure. "Yes, dear, thank me, thank me for the spanking. If it really feels good to rub yourself, thank me and I'll help you." "Thank you, ma'am, thank you for the spanking." The rubbing was quite frantic. She had both hands down there, now, indicating the intensity of her pleasure. Her left hand caressed and rubbed the outside, working into her slit while her right kept two fingers vibrating over her clitoris. She made little moans of pleasure, little cries over and over. "Now dear, without stopping, rise and lean over the bed. Don't stop rubbing or I'll be cross." Somehow she accomplished this feat, never quite stopping while she bent over the bed. I knelt behind her and began licking her cheek where my handprint remained. "Oh, Miss, oh, please, yes..." My kisses moved to between her cheeks and I felt her frantic rubbing with my lips over her anus. High pitched, now, "Ayyyyy, ohhhh, yessss..." My tongue found the little hole and darted within, the penetration must have seemed amazing to her. I frenched her, in and out,, in and out, rapidly and it took her over the edge. She screamed and bucked her ass back against my face frantically seeking even deeper intimate contact. I felt her spasms of completion go on and on and on. When I sensed the intensity begin to lessen, I backed up and slapped the other cheek as hard as I could. Her initial orgasm was matched by another and I watched as her fingers darted inside herself uncontrollably, finding the internal center of her pleasure, enjoying the contractions around her fingers. I sat beside her supine form and began rubbing the gentle emollient into her skin. "Yes, dear, that's right, the life of a slave girl is pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain...." "Oh, that feels good, thank you, ma'am." I felt her back muscles relax under my rubbing." "You haven't forgotten anything, have you, my sweet Evelyn?" I felt her tense, "Oh, no, ma'am, oh no? What have I forgotten?" "Turn over dear, and I'll show you." She rolled over, her eyes on mine. I knelt over her chest, her breasts against my legs. "Your Mistress requires your special attention. Perhaps you'd like to kiss her?" Her lips found my pussy, already quite warm from observing her pleasure, and she began kissing it all over. Her arms grasped my legs and pulled me closer so that she could demonstrate the skills she'd been taught with her lips and her tongue. I let the pleasure wash over me, dominating this pretty little thing with my body, my pussy her special mistress. She kissed and kissed, sucked and sucked, licked and licked, again. Slave Girl "Yes, dear, yes, my lovely, I like a light, rapid stroke, just at the tip, yes, yes, that's it...don't stop, yes, there, yes, yes, yes...." I came hard and squirted my moisture all over her pretty face. She delighted in it, licking and sucking it into her mouth, swellowing it with obvious pleasure. "Be still, honey, while I shift..." I turned around and bent my bottom over her face. She didn't miss a beat, finding my anus and kissing it, giving me the same tonguing she'd received. This time her skilled fingers caressed my bottom and front to accompany the intimate oral pleasure and I soon found myself building to another climax. This one exploded, bigger than the first. The cunning minx didn't stop, she just kept stimulating me until I came again and then again and then again. Finally, I collapsed and crawled up to put my head on the pillow. She watched and I patted the pillow beside me, "Here, dear, lay beside me tonight. I'd like to cuddle you close and I might need something during the night." She reached down and pulled up the quilt at the foot of the bed, arranging it carefully over the two of us. "Yes, ma'am." She felt just right, her cute little head comforted on my arm. She folded her hands next to me and I held her close and went to sleep. That's exactly the way we woke up. Smiling at each other. Slave Girl We pick you up at the airport and load your cases. We are taking you to our weekend retreat in the country. My wife drives while I sit in the back with you. I start feeling you up, put my hands inside your white tee-shirt. Your tits are soft and warm, naked and free. You are wearing skin-tight lamé pants which show all the folds, nooks and crannies of your arse and cunt, which pouts lewdly through the gossamer-like material inviting my touch. I put my hand on it and feel its heat, its divine sponginess. I wonder if you are shaved and hope you are not because I love hairy pussies. We pull off the road, into a lay-by near some trees, because you want desperately to pee. You're thirsty too. I tell you I want to watch you and to do it in front of me. You peel off your gold lame pants. You are not wearing panties and you are unshaven. You feel embarrassed at first and have trouble starting. I tell you to relax, not to worry. Then it comes, a spluttering dribble at first, and then a nice full glittering stream in the sunlight. Lovely! Then it's my turn. I tell you I want you to kneel in front of me. I unzip and hold my cock in my hand and ask you to open your mouth. I put my cock inside and start pissing. You swallow like crazy to keep up with the flow, coughing and choking all the time. My piss goes over your face, onto your white tee-shirt which goes all transparent and shows your tits real nice, all the outline and detail and colour, the pink titties, the dark aureoles, the pointy nipples -- just like in a wet tee-shirt contest. Man, it's so fucking horny. My wife Pamela watches us from the car. I'd love for her to see you suck me off, see me shoot my load right down your throat or maybe give you a nice facial, but we don't have time and have to get under way again. Some walkers are just emerging from the clearing between the trees. We make ourselves decent just in time.... Part Two For the rest of the journey you are quiet. At my request you have taken everything off so that now you are completely naked. I amuse myself with your body. I catch my wife's reflection in the driving mirror. She smiles knowingly, encouraging me in my actions. I smile back. She runs her tongue around her cherry lips. I know what she's thinking. I put two fingers in your cunt and one in your asshole and frig you a little, see how wet you become. You feel quite tight in your smaller hole and I make a mental note to address that as soon as we get to the cottage. You need to be eased there. All your orifices are to be made available to Pamela and myself at any time of day or night, because our perverted urges sometimes come at the most awkward moments. I take my fingers out of your body and let you smell them. I tell you to lick them clean too. You do so, looking into my eyes all the time. There is a hint of arrogance and insolence in them that I find unbecoming. I determine to rid you of it at the earliest opportunity. I turn you around so I can study your back. Your bottom and your thighs make little squeaking sounds on the leather as you twist. The skin of your back is smooth and tanned. You have a tattoo in the small of your back. It's very pretty. I stroke the skin of your shoulders and then your back. Your flesh is flawless. I'd love to whip you and mark you, pretty marks of course, a little decoration for our delectation... mine and Pamela's, naturally... and yours if you would care to look in a mirror afterwards. We could make some nice stripy patterns on your unblemished flesh. I ask you if you have ever been with a woman. You say that you kissed a girl once, at a school prom, out of curiosity. But that was all it was. You didn't really take to it. I inform you that Pamela is bisexual and that she will expect to have sex with you, it's part of the deal. You look unsure about it. I give you a reassuring hug and you smile and relax. "I'll try to please both of you," you say. "And what about whipping? We mentioned in our email. Would you be up for it?" "I've never been whipped. I wouldn't know what to say about it." I stroke the skin on your shoulder and kiss it. "It would make us both very happy if you would at least try it. It can be pleasurable for both parties. It doesn't have to be too painful. We are very skilled at it. There are different kinds of whips. Different levels of pain." And then I take you in my arms and kiss you. Your soft mounds push into my chest and your mouth comes open. You are supplicant and I sense your willingness to give yourself freely, not only for my benefit, but hopefully Pamela's too. (...continued in Part Three...) Slave Girl At Night