0 comments/ 28067 views/ 8 favorites Tips for a Slave Ch. 01 By: wert909gram She awoke as if she was blind. She couldn't see anything. She heard the sound of distant dripping water. It was cold. She could hardly breathe. How did she end up here? Where was she? The last thing she remembered was going out to her car to go home after her shift at the restaurant. Then everything went black. The room was suddenly bathed in light. The walls appeared white with the sudden burst. Her eyes burned to the core. She could hardly see a thing. She could just make out an old style prison cell. Four barred walls and one large gate with an intimidating lock. The rest of the room was unpainted cinderblock walls. The space seemed to branch off around a corner from where she could see more light. The hum of fluorescent lights droned and seemed to be deafening. "Hello? Is anyone there," she asked to the empty space that lay before her. "I need help. I'm trapped." No answer was given. "Hello?!" She grabbed a hold of the barred gate and shook it with all her might. "Don't worry my sweet. I know very well that you are trapped and need help, and I'm here to give it to you." The voice was coming from just around the corner. A man appeared wielding a ring of keys. The man was not big in stature, but the look and feel that surrounded him was that of power and great control. The woman moved to the opposite side of her cell. She was certain this was the man to blame for her imprisonment. Though the man showed no signs of aggression, she was deeply afraid. "On the contrary, my dear, when you are allowed to leave here, I'm sure you will find you are much better for the experience in which you are about to take part." He walked towards a darkened wall on the far end of the room behind the cell. He flipped a switch and a light came on and illuminated wrist irons like that of a medieval prison. The man turned and looked eagerly at the woman in the cage. He was so proud of his new toy and couldn't wait for the chance to see if it really worked. "No no no no! Please! What are you going to do to me? I'll do anything! Name your price and you'll get the money! I don't have much, but I'm sure I can-" "Shut up, you pathetic weakling! I've been watching you for some time. You like being in control. Your friends, ex's, coworkers, family, your husband; you must control them all. You would never give in to someone else's desires. You must have it your way. But now, in a situation where you have no control, you break down. You can't live without being in control. I'm going to break you of that habit." The man smiled with pride as he walked to the door of the cell. The woman continued to beg him to let her go, that she would change. He ignored her pleas. He unlocked the gates and took her by the wrists. The woman resisted and fought back for her life. The man was growing impatient. The man let loose one of her arms and struck her hard on the left side of her face. For a man with a small build, he hid his strength. The woman, fearing another blow, reluctantly followed the man to the far wall. The woman was crying now. She had never been so afraid in her life. She wanted nothing more than to get out of this horrible place and see her family again. As the man shackled her wrists into the irons so she faced the wall, she pleaded with him to let her go. With tears streaming down her face, the second wrist was clamped shut. She draped her head in defeat. Her tears were dripping from her medium length hair to the floor. Her whines echoed softly against the hard, cold walls. The man circled her like a shark circles its next meal. With a light slap, he placed his hand on her tight ass. "I see your gym classes are paying off for you." He brushed his hand from one side of her firm ass to the other. His breathing started to become shallow with pleasure. He had fantasized about this moment for so long, and to finally be here in this moment, to have complete control over the uncontrollable, was truly exhilarating. He began to pull her pants off of her bent over body slowly and with great care. "No, please no," she continued to cry. Then she heard it, that distinct sound of a knife blade being locked into place. Her blood went cold. She felt the sharp tip graze her lower back. She arched her body away from the painful metal. He laughed with sick pleasure. He leaned over her body and whispered into her ear. "I know exactly what you like. I know what turns you on. By the time we are done, you will beg for me to fuck you." She twisted and squirmed in the chains, trying desperately to escape; but it was no use. She was truly powerless. The man finished exposing her bare ass to the cold air by cutting away the fabric. She loved knife play. With any of her boyfriends that could be convinced, she would have them use a knife on her. Never to cut, but only to threaten. Even though they had the power, she had the control. She always made sure it never went too far, that she never got hurt. But she was out of her league this time. The man finished his work on her lower body by cutting off her new, red panties she had just purchased. To complete his master piece, he cut the back of her shirt and bra in half straight down the middle. The woman could hear the man undressing and throwing his clothes to the side. She cried harder and whined for him to stop as she felt the tip of his large cock tease her wet pussy. She felt the cold steel of his blade run up her exposed back. God, it drove her wild. She let out a small moan of pleasure amidst her weeping. The man slapped her hard on the ass and she screamed in pain. The man shouted with authority, "Never show me signs of your pleasure!" The man grabbed her throat and pulled her close to him. "Understand?" She closed her eyes in shame and nodded a yes. The man released her from his grasp and suddenly plunged his dick completely inside of her. The woman could not help but to scram and arch her back in excruciating pain. The man fucked her deep and hard from behind for several thrusts. The woman tried desperately not to make any sound that would indicate her pleasure. She tried so hard, but she could help herself. "Don't stop. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder!!" The man stopped moving. She was panting from excitement. She loved being fucked hard and deep. She loved it rough. The woman's breathing suddenly stopped when the blade of the man knife could be felt across her lower back with very sharp pain. He had cut her deeply. When the knife stopped cutting, she gasped for air. She heard the man behind her speaking in calm tones. "I've told you once before; you are not in control here. You don't make the rules. I make the rules. Obey me, and you will be set free. Disobey me, and you will be punished." "Oh yeah? What are you going to do to me, you mother fucker?" The woman was getting angry now. Her fear and shame had turned violent. She had always gotten her way. No man could resist her. Her desires were being withheld from her and she hated it. The man quickly retaliated with a hard slap to her face. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled the front of her neck taut. He grazed the knife over her throat and again made her bleed. The woman's anger gave way to fear again. The woman knew what she must do. She would have to give in to her torturer if she was ever going to survive. She began to weep at the thought, but it was her only option. "Please, tell me what I must do to please you," she begged. "I give you all control. I'm yours to use however you wish. You are my master, and I am your slave." Her tears flowed from her eyes. She had never met someone who could make her surrender. All her life, men have tried to tame her. None could ever succeed. She always won in the end. This man had done it. He alone had driven her to accept that she was not in control; and she admired him for it. That's what she has wanted all her life: to meet someone with the capabilities to control her and beat her at her own game. The man slowly unshackled one of the woman's arms and let it fall to her side. She made no move to fight or escape. He unlocked the second and again, she made no attempt. The man stepped back and admired his handy work. The woman kneeled in front of the man, wrapped her arms around one of her legs, and looked up at him. What a pitiful sight. Her hair was in shambles, her clothes were ripped and torn, and her face was dirty and sweaty. "What is your desire my master?" Her voice had a slight whimper like that of a hurt dog. The man took her by the chin and stood her up. Her face winced in pain from the long, deep cut on her back. The man looked at her like a trophy. "My dear, we have only just begun your lessons. We are going to have a lot of fun together." Tips for a Slave Ch. 02 The heavy metal door opened loudly as light burst into the dark, cold room. She hadn't been able to sleep since the events of last night. She laid awake all night and thought about the situation she was in. Was she ever going to be free? Was she ever going to see her friends again? But her time of meditation was over. Training had resumed. "Come, my dear. It's time for your next first lesson." She looked down at what she was wearing. He had not given her any new garments, only what she had on from the night before. The clothes were dirty and torn. She stood up weakly. He had given her food, but she refused to eat it and the water tasted of iron. The man saw the plate of food untouched and became angry. He raised his hand to strike her. She cowered and tried to protect herself. The blow never came. He walked up to her slowly, bent down to her ear, and whispered, "You are really going to enjoy today's lesson, my pet." He walked out of the room quickly, leaving her in fear. He had already done so much to her: kidnapped her, violated her, cut her throat. What else was he willing to do? The woman walked out of the room to see him standing in the middle of the larger, adjacent chamber. "Today, I am going to teach you the true art of total submission. Now I know what you are thinking; I do not mean your typical submission, no no. I mean doing whatever your master wants you to do. That could be anything from being his toy, to making him your toy. You have to be able to perform in any circumstance. Do you understand?" "Yes, my master." A tear flowed from her eye. She hated saying those words, but she had no choice if she wanted to survive. "Now, kneel before me," the master demanded. The woman approached him slowly and got on her knees in front of him. She could see that he was already hard and bulging from his pants. "Take off my pants with just your mouth." She obeyed reluctantly. His hard cock was brushing against her face by the time he was bare. "Part one of your first lesson is being comfortable with being humiliated. Do you know what that means, my dear?" She shook her head no as her eyes hugged the ground. "It means when I cum, I will cum on your face. Have you ever had that happen before?" Again, she shook her head no. "Oh goodie, I get to be the first to 'deflower', if you will, that pretty little face of yours." He shoved his hard cock into her mouth without warning. She gagged on his long shaft as he pushed his cock deeper. He pulled it from her lips and waited for her to catch her breath. He lifted her head and rammed it into her mouth again. It was so big. She could feel it going down her throat. She couldn't breathe. He pulled back slightly to let her take a breath in and slowly put the entire length of his cock down her throat and held it there. She resisted the urge to vomit as she gagged. He removed his cock from her throat. She gasped for air and fell to her hands and knees. "Turn around," the master demanded. She didn't move. She remained in her position breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. "Turn around," he asked again. She looked up at him, and spit on him. He quickly responded to a slap on the face that knocked her to the ground. He grabbed her by the arms and held her before him. "My clients pay me heavily to get what they want. No one wants a bitch. Got it?!" She nodded her head yes as she lightly cried. "Good; now, turn around." She got on all fours in front of him and braced for the worst. He ripped the shirt from her back and tore off her pants, leaving on her panties. He rubbed his dick on her pussy. It was the perfect position for teasing. He could feel her getting warm and starting to get wet. He loved teasing her. After he was satisfied with how wet she was, he removed her panties and exposed her dripping pussy. She gasped at the sensation of his fingers rubbing against her slippery pussy. "Please, master. Please d-." She was cut short by a swift slap on the ass. "I will do what I want to do!" He was furious. She quivered in fear beneath him. She heard a slight clicking noise and felt a sharp blade against her leg. She loved the feeling. It sent shivers and tingles down her spine and over her pussy. He slowly inserted his fingers, feeling his way into her. She was still tight. It was hard to get two fingers to fit comfortably. He ran the tips of his fingers across the tender and sensitive skin of her insides. She moaned with pleasure. She wanted more! "Yes! Fuck me!"She wanted him so badly to fuck her hard. But her pleasure was erased when a sharp pain came over her calf. She screamed in shock and horror when she looked down and saw blood running off her leg and onto the ground. "You will not tell me what to do! Get that out of your head now!! You are MY slave; MY pet; IM in control! NOT you!" She whimpered in submission. He pulled out his dripping fingers and lubed up her asshole with her own juices. There was nothing she could do. She knew if she tried to resist, she would be gravely hurt. She cried as he pushed one finger into her tight asshole. It was so tight. His finger felt so big inside of her. She hated anal. She tried it once and hated it ever since. Having no control over herself or her body was crushing to her strong mindedness. All she could do was stay still and let him do what he wanted. After he was finished with her ass, he lifted up her body and teased her clit with the tip of his dick. She was so wet. Even though she had hated what he was doing to her, her body loved it. It was easy for his to slip his big cock into her. Just the tip at first, the more, then the whole thing drove its way into her. Her tight pussy was stretched by his big cock. The stretching felt so good to her but she knew better than to let him know that, so she kept quiet. He grabbed her by the hair and tugged her back onto his cock. Like reigns on a horse, he could maneuver her anyway he liked. He rammed her pussy hard and deep. He was tearing her apart. Her body was feeling pure ecstasy. She was about to cum when he pulled out of her, flipped her roughly onto her back, and shot his load all over her face. His cum was warm on her skin. She laid there in disbelief. She wanted to cum but she knew she wasn't going to be able to; not today. He lifted her off the ground and wiped off her face with a nearby towel. "How was your first facial?" he asked her, laughing. "Thank you, Master." She was tearing up. She hated calling him that, but she feared the punishment even more. "Hmm. You are beginning to realize that you have no other choice but to bend to my will. You're off to a good start. Now, collect your clothes and return to your chamber. Food will be ready shortly. Don't want you starving, now do we?" The master turned away and left the large chamber. She was left alone. She bent down to gather up her clothes. The cut on her leg sent sharp pains up her leg as she walked to her room. She entered, closed the door, sat on the bed, and waited.