A Slave’s Story

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A Slave’s StoryFor as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a slave, to have someoneelse control me and use me as they wish. I don’t know why because I wasn’tabused as a c***d, not sexually, physically, or mentally. In fact, I was anover achiever. My parents encouraged me as much as they encouraged mybrothers. I was the youngest of three c***dren and the only girl. We werealways told we could be anything, do anything, and all it took was an educationand commitment.At s*******n I was tall, athletic, blonde, and beautiful. I ranked in thetop ten in my class, was the female athlete of the year, and was dating aguy I’d known since kindergarten. Everyone said we were the ideal couple andassumed we’d get married after college. They also assumed that we weresleeping together but they were wrong. Cullen was gay, something I’d knownsince sixth grade. But we had fun on our dates and I didn’t have to worry aboutbeing pressured for sex.I was sixteen when I told Cullen about my desire to be a slave. We talkedabout it a lot, analyzing it, trying to find a reason. But we didn’t. I’dread some historical novels, bodice rippers where the heroine it capturedby pirates, sold into slavery, and abused before being rescued by a handsomeman who whisked her off to a life of leisure and unimaginable ecstasy. Itall sounded good to me. At least up until the part where she’s rescued. Ididn’t want to be rescued. I wanted to spend my life as a slave.Once in a while I’d give Cullen a blowjob and once in a while he’dmasturbate me or go down on me. It was fun and it relieved the tension but it wasn’t the real thing for either of us. Once, shortly after my s*******nthbirthday I talked Cullen into spanking me with his belt. We were hiking in thewoods up past the reservoir. I was wearing shorts, a tank top, and hikingboots.I asked him to spank me and he refused. I wheedled and whined and hefinally agreed. I stood under a convenient tree limb and he used my belt tosecure my wrists to the limb. Then he eased my shorts and panties down. Iwanted twenty-five hard strokes. “Or until I’m crying and begging you to stop.Which ever comes first.””Ten. And not that hard.””Twenty. Very hard.” We went back and forth for a while. I held out fortwenty. Finally, I said, “Do twenty as hard as you can and then you can fuckme in my ass.”He cut my panties off with a knife and used them to gag me, pushing theminto my mouth and then tying them in place with one of my bootlaces. Igasped in shock when he brought the belt down across my ass. It hurt worse than I’d ever imagined! He took his time, making sure that he spread the strokesover my entire ass. I was crying after four, sobbing after six, screamingafter eight, begging him to stop. But the gag muffled my screams and hepaid no attention. I took the full twenty.I didn’t stop crying for a good twenty minutes. By then we were almostback at the car. That night he picked me up at 7:00 to go to the movies. Butwe didn’t go to the movies. His parents were away for the weekend and wewent to his house. I took my clothes off and stretched out on his bed, on mybelly, and put my head on my crossed arms.He slipped a pillow under my hips and then he spread my buttocks with onehand while he lubricated my anus with Vaseline. “Your ass is still red.The welts will last for days. Better not let you mom see your butt.”I whimpered as he eased his finger into my anus to spread the Vaselinearound. I glanced over my shoulder as he straddled me. His cock was beautiful- a good 7” long and fairly thick. He was circumcised and the head of hiscock was purple, like a plum. I moaned. “Oh, God! You’re going to split mewide open!”He stroked my thighs. “Reach back, Jen, and spread yourself.”I reached back and spread my buttocks. I whimpered as I felt the head ofhis cock pressing against my anus. He eased himself into me slowly andcarefully. It felt as if I was being split in half by a big soft wedge. I took adeep breath and held it until I felt his balls bounce against my pubes. Iclosed my eyes and sighed as he began to fuck my ass with long smoothstrokes. His balls bounced against me each time he thrust. After a moment or twoI slipped one hand between my legs and began to masturbate.He began to thrust faster and faster and I tried to keep up. Finally, hegroaned and slammed into me one last time, shooting his sperm deep into myrectum. I came a few moments later. I was hot and sweaty and my ass was sorebut I felt good. I’d paid my debt. After a few minutes I got up and wentto take a shower. I could feel his cum running down my thigh as I walkedinto the bathroom. It made me feel incredibly sexy!We continued to date until graduation but he never whipped me again. Nordid he ever fuck me in the ass again. But we masturbated in front of eachother fairly often. He’d sit on his bed, or on the rear bumper of his truck,and I’d get down on my knees in front of him. And we’d masturbate. Whenhe came he’d shoot his load over my face and chest.After graduation he went to work on the Cape and when the summer was overhe went to Stanford and I went to Yale. The night before he left we went outto the reservoir. I stripped and got down on my knees in front of him. Hecame first and shot his load over my face and tits. After I came I glancedup at him. “You have to piss, don’t you?”He nodded. “Yes.”I smiled. “Go ahead. Piss. On me.”He was reluctant but I talked him into it. He pissed on me, on my head andchest and belly. I kept my mouth closed and my eyes open. It wasdeliciously humiliating.Yale was boring. The men were too wimpy for the most part and the womenwere either too jealous or too butch. I bought a vibrator but it was way tooenjoyable and I threw it away after using it twice. After that I relied onmy fingers.Then, in the spring of my senior year I met a girl named Iris Wang. Shewas delicate Chinese beauty from San Francisco. It was lust at first sight.For me, at least. She acted very casual. I spent every spare moment tryingto seduce her but she acted as if she didn’t notice.One night she came to my apartment to borrow some paper for her printer. Igave her a full ream of paper and followed her back upstairs to her place.She filled her printer and then offered to make tea. I accepted. When shehanded me a cup of tea I smiled and thanked her. “Tell me, Iris. What do Ihave to do to get into your pants?”She smiled and shrugged. “Don’t you ever give up?”I shook my head. “Never. I love you.”She smiled again. “What are you going to do after graduation? fethiye escort What do youwant out of life?”I took a deep breath. “I want to spend my life pleasing you. Worshippingyou. I want to be your slave.”She put her cup down. “Take your clothes off, Jen.”I stood up and took my clothes off. She tapped her finger on the table.”Get up here and stretch out. On your back.”I obeyed. She spent almost an hour examing my body. She asked a lot ofquestions and I answered truthfully, telling her about Cullen. I had toexplain the scar on my knee (soccer injury), the scar on my shoulder (a fall whenI was seven), and tiny scar under my chin (fight with an opposing playerduring a basketball game).She stroked me and fondled me and inspected every inch of my body. Shespread my labia and slipped three fingers into my vagina. She spread mybuttocks but she didn’t penetrate me there. She inspected my teeth. She cupped mybreasts and squeezed them gently, lifting them to judge their weight.Finally, she told me to get down and go sit on the sofa while she finishedher paper. I reached for my clothes but she said, “No, no clothes. Neverwhile we’re alone.”I sat down on the sofa and pulled my legs up, wrapping my arms aroundthem, resting my chin on my knees. It took her more than an hour to finish herpaper. When she was done she came and sat beside me. “Tomorrow you’ll movein here. No sense in wasting money on two apartments.”I pointed out that my lease had two months to run and we wouldn’t saveanything. She stroked my thigh and said, “I’ll speak to the landlord. I’msure he’ll li
sten to reason.”That was six months ago. Iris is in grad school now and I’m working for alocal accounting firm. I dress appropriately – conservative suits in grayor blue, with crisp tailored blouses. I wear my skirts short because Irislikes to have me show off my beautiful legs. She hates pantyhose so I wearthigh highs. My underwear is plain cotton, gray or white, usually Haines.Most of my coworkers seem to like the way I dress. I often wonder what they’d think if they could see me nude. See my total lack of pubic hair, theresult of months of expensive and painful electrolysis treatments. Or seethe rings that adorn my nipples, labia, and clitoral hood. Delicate rings of18-carat gold. Usually the rings are all connected by delicate gold chains.My clit is pierced by a stainless steel stud that keeps me aroused much ofthe time. And I have a tattoo just above my pubes. There are two linesthat read `This slave the property of Iris Wang.’Iris takes care of me and provides for all of my needs. She gives me pain,humiliation, and mind-blowing sex in proper proportions. She knows what Ilike, what I crave, and what I fear. I like being displayed nude in frontof her friends. I crave being humiliated in front of them. I crave sex, hardraw sex. I fear knives and rubber dog whips and anything sharp. All she hasto do is put a single acupuncture needle out on the table and I start tocry and shiver and plead.One night we were out at a lesbian bar not far from campus. There was asmall stage in back and one of the leatherdykes had her girlfriend dancingnude on stage. Iris told me to get up and join her. When I hesistated shedropped a hatpin on the table. I was up on stage, nude, within thirty seconds.I danced with the other slave for almost an hour, until we were bothexhausted and drenched with sweat. When I was finally allowed to return to ourtable Iris handed me the hat pin and said, “Put it through your rightnipple. Now.”I cried and pleaded but in the end I pushed the hat pin through my nipple.It was hard and it hurt like hell. I sat there sobbing while Iris finishedher drink. Finally, she let me put my shorts and tank top back on and weleft. Back home, she removed the pin, treated the wound, and then held mewhile I cried myself to sleep.Our routine doesn’t vary much from day-to-day. I’m up by five and out ofthe house for my run by five-fifteen. When I get home I strip, shower, andthen prepare breakfast for Iris. I serve her breakfast in bed and kneelbeside the bed while she eats. I am, of course, nude at all times when in thehouse.We talk about our plans for the day while Iris eats. I always prepareenough for two and she feeds me scraps with her fingers. After she’s done Iwash the dishes and then I get dressed and go to work. Iris usually has aclass she’s taking or one’s she’s teaching. I’m out of the house by 7 a.m.,at work by 7:30. I have thirty minute for lunch and I’m off at 4 p.m.I arrive home by 4:30 unless I have to stop at the supermarket. I strip,attend to my chores, and then wait for Iris if she’s not already home. Weeat in most nights and then she studies while I read or watch television.Many nights that’s all we do before going to bed. Some nights she fucks mewith a strap-on. If I’ve displeased her she fucks me in my ass. If I’vereally displeased her I spend the night on my knees, with clamps on my nipples,labia, and the tender skin of my inner thighs. Sometimes I’m blindfoldedand have a penis gag in my mouth.On rare occasions I’m whipped with a rubber dog whip. It’s the worst painyou can imagine. And no amount of begging, screaming, or pleading detersher. When she uses it she whips me until I’m hoarse from screaming.But the worst thing she does is to allow another to use needles on me. I’mnever restrained. The last time it happened I’d broken one of her favoriteantique vases. She brought home a cute little redhead from the club andlet her torment me with a handful of acupuncture needles.I sat on a stool in the middle of the kitchen, sobbing, while the redheadused the needles to decorate my nipples, labia, and tongue. I didn’t daremove or resist because I knew the dog whip was waiting. I threw my head backand moaned in agony when the redhead crouched and pushed my knees apart.She stared up at me, grinning, as she pushed the last needle though my clit.Then Iris made me kneel at the foot of the bed and watch while she and theredhead made love.Later, after the redhead was gone, Iris removed the needles and treatedthe wounds. When she was done I crawled to her on my belly and licked herfeet. Then I apologized for breaking the vase. I promised I’d try harder tobe a better slave. She took me to bed and rubbed my belly until I fellasleep.Iris will be done with grad school in a few months. Then were moving toCalifornia, to San Francisco. I won’t work in San Francisco, I’ll be afull-time house slave. She’s promised to find a pretty little slave escort fethiye to help me.I can’t wait.The End >A Slave’s Story by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, F/F From: “Laura Davis”[email protected]_ (mailto:[email protected])For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to be a slave, to have someoneelse control me and use me as they wish. I don’t know why because I wasn’tabused as a c***d, not sexually, physically, or mentally. In fact, I was anover achiever. My parents encouraged me as much as they encouraged mybrothers. I was the youngest of three c***dren and the only girl. We werealways told we could be anything, do anything, and all it took was an educationand commitment.At s*******n I was tall, athletic, blonde, and beautiful. I ranked in thetop ten in my class, was the female athlete of the year, and was dating aguy I’d known since kindergarten. Everyone said we were the ideal couple andassumed we’d get married after college. They also assumed that we weresleeping together but they were wrong. Cullen was gay, something I’d knownsince sixth grade. But we had fun on our dates and I didn’t have to worry aboutbeing pressured for sex.I was sixteen when I told Cullen about my desire to be a slave. We talkedabout it a lot, analyzing it, trying to find a reason. But we didn’t. I’dread some historical novels, bodice rippers where the heroine it capturedby pirates, sold into slavery, and abused before being rescued by a handsomeman who whisked her off to a life of leisure and unimaginable ecstasy. Itall sounded good to me. At least up until the part where she’s rescued. Ididn’t want to be rescued. I wanted to spend my life as a slave.Once in a while I’d give Cullen a blowjob and once in a while he’dmasturbate me or go down on me. It was fun and it relieved the tension but it wasn’t the real thing for either of us. Once, shortly after my s*******nthbirthday I talked Cullen into spanking me with his belt. We were hiking in thewoods up past the reservoir. I was wearing shorts, a tank top, and hikingboots.I asked him to spank me and he refused. I wheedled and whined and hefinally agreed. I stood under a convenient tree limb and he used my belt tosecure my wrists to the limb. Then he eased my shorts and panties down. Iwanted twenty-five hard strokes. “Or until I’m crying and begging you to stop.Which ever comes first.””Ten. And not that hard.””Twenty. Very hard.” We went back and forth for a while. I held out fortwenty. Finally, I said, “Do twenty as hard as you can and then you can fuckme in my ass.”He cut my panties off with a knife and used them to gag me, pushing theminto my mouth and then tying them in place with one of my bootlaces. Igasped in shock when he brought the belt down across my ass. It hurt worse than I’d ever imagined! He took his time, making sure that he spread the strokesover my entire ass. I was crying after four, sobbing after six, screamingafter eight, begging him to stop. But the gag muffled my screams and hepaid no attention. I took the full twenty.I didn’t stop crying for a good twenty minutes. By then we were almostback at the car. That night he picked me up at 7:00 to go to the movies. Butwe didn’t go to the movies. His parents were
away for the weekend and wewent to his house. I took my clothes off and stretched out on his bed, on mybelly, and put my head on my crossed arms.He slipped a pillow under my hips and then he spread my buttocks with onehand while he lubricated my anus with Vaseline. “Your ass is still red.The welts will last for days. Better not let you mom see your butt.”I whimpered as he eased his finger into my anus to spread the Vaselinearound. I glanced over my shoulder as he straddled me. His cock was beautiful- a good 7” long and fairly thick. He was circumcised and the head of hiscock was purple, like a plum. I moaned. “Oh, God! You’re going to split mewide open!”He stroked my thighs. “Reach back, Jen, and spread yourself.”I reached back and spread my buttocks. I whimpered as I felt the head ofhis cock pressing against my anus. He eased himself into me slowly andcarefully. It felt as if I was being split in half by a big soft wedge. I took adeep breath and held it until I felt his balls bounce against my pubes. Iclosed my eyes and sighed as he began to fuck my ass with long smoothstrokes. His balls bounced against me each time he thrust. After a moment or twoI slipped one hand between my legs and began to masturbate.He began to thrust faster and faster and I tried to keep up. Finally, hegroaned and slammed into me one last time, shooting his sperm deep into myrectum. I came a few moments later. I was hot and sweaty and my ass was sorebut I felt good. I’d paid my debt. After a few minutes I got up and wentto take a shower. I could feel his cum running down my thigh as I walkedinto the bathroom. It made me feel incredibly sexy!We continued to date until graduation but he never whipped me again. Nordid he ever fuck me in the ass again. But we masturbated in front of eachother fairly often. He’d sit on his bed, or on the rear bumper of his truck,and I’d get down on my knees in front of him. And we’d masturbate. Whenhe came he’d shoot his load over my face and chest.After graduation he went to work on the Cape and when the summer was overhe went to Stanford and I went to Yale. The night before he left we went outto the reservoir. I stripped and got down on my knees in front of him. Hecame first and shot his load over my face and tits. After I came I glancedup at him. “You have to piss, don’t you?”He nodded. “Yes.”I smiled. “Go ahead. Piss. On me.”He was reluctant but I talked him into it. He pissed on me, on my head andchest and belly. I kept my mouth closed and my eyes open. It wasdeliciously humiliating.Yale was boring. The men were too wimpy for the most part and the womenwere either too jealous or too butch. I bought a vibrator but it was way tooenjoyable and I threw it away after using it twice. After that I relied onmy fingers.Then, in the spring of my senior year I met a girl named Iris Wang. Shewas delicate Chinese beauty from San Francisco. It was lust at first sight.For me, at least. She acted very casual. I spent every spare moment tryingto seduce her but she acted as if she didn’t notice.One night she came to my apartment to borrow some paper for her printer. Igave her a full ream of paper and followed her back upstairs to her place.She filled her printer and then offered to make tea. I accepted. When shehanded me a cup of tea I smiled and thanked fethiye escort bayan her. “Tell me, Iris. What do Ihave to do to get into your pants?”She smiled and shrugged. “Don’t you ever give up?”I shook my head. “Never. I love you.”She smiled again. “What are you going to do after graduation? What do youwant out of life?”I took a deep breath. “I want to spend my life pleasing you. Worshippingyou. I want to be your slave.”She put her cup down. “Take your clothes off, Jen.”I stood up and took my clothes off. She tapped her finger on the table.”Get up here and stretch out. On your back.”I obeyed. She spent almost an hour examing my body. She asked a lot ofquestions and I answered truthfully, telling her about Cullen. I had toexplain the scar on my knee (soccer injury), the scar on my shoulder (a fall whenI was seven), and tiny scar under my chin (fight with an opposing playerduring a basketball game).She stroked me and fondled me and inspected every inch of my body. Shespread my labia and slipped three fingers into my vagina. She spread mybuttocks but she didn’t penetrate me there. She inspected my teeth. She cupped mybreasts and squeezed them gently, lifting them to judge their weight.Finally, she told me to get down and go sit on the sofa while she finishedher paper. I reached for my clothes but she said, “No, no clothes. Neverwhile we’re alone.”I sat down on the sofa and pulled my legs up, wrapping my arms aroundthem, resting my chin on my knees. It took her more than an hour to finish herpaper. When she was done she came and sat beside me. “Tomorrow you’ll movein here. No sense in wasting money on two apartments.”I pointed out that my lease had two months to run and we wouldn’t saveanything. She stroked my thigh and said, “I’ll speak to the landlord. I’msure he’ll listen to reason.”That was six months ago. Iris is in grad school now and I’m working for alocal accounting firm. I dress appropriately – conservative suits in grayor blue, with crisp tailored blouses. I wear my skirts short because Irislikes to have me show off my beautiful legs. She hates pantyhose so I wearthigh highs. My underwear is plain cotton, gray or white, usually Haines.Most of my coworkers seem to like the way I dress. I often wonder what they’d think if they could see me nude. See my total lack of pubic hair, theresult of months of expensive and painful electrolysis treatments. Or seethe rings that adorn my nipples, labia, and clitoral hood. Delicate rings of18-carat gold. Usually the rings are all connected by delicate gold chains.My clit is pierced by a stainless steel stud that keeps me aroused much ofthe time. And I have a tattoo just above my pubes. There are two linesthat read `This slave the property of Iris Wang.’Iris takes care of me and provides for all of my needs. She gives me pain,humiliation, and mind-blowing sex in proper proportions. She knows what Ilike, what I crave, and what I fear. I like being displayed nude in frontof her friends. I crave being humiliated in front of them. I crave sex, hardraw sex. I fear knives and rubber dog whips and anything sharp. All she hasto do is put a single acupuncture needle out on the table and I start tocry and shiver and plead.One night we were out at a lesbian bar not far from campus. There was asmall stage in back and one of the leatherdykes had her girlfriend dancingnude on stage. Iris told me to get up and join her. When I hesistated shedropped a hatpin on the table. I was up on stage, nude, within thirty seconds.I danced with the other slave for almost an hour, until we were bothexhausted and drenched with sweat. When I was finally allowed to return to ourtable Iris handed me the hat pin and said, “Put it through your rightnipple. Now.”I cried and pleaded but in the end I pushed the hat pin through my nipple.It was hard and it hurt like hell. I sat there sobbing while Iris finishedher drink. Finally, she let me put my shorts and tank top back on and weleft. Back home, she removed the pin, treated the wound, and then held mewhile I cried myself to sleep.Our routine doesn’t vary much from day-to-day. I’m up by five and out ofthe house for my run by five-fifteen. When I get home I strip, shower, andthen prepare breakfast for Iris. I serve her breakfast in bed and kneelbeside the bed while she eats. I am, of course, nude at all times when in thehouse.We talk about our plans for the day while Iris eats. I always prepareenough for two and she feeds me scraps with her fingers. After she’s done Iwash the dishes and then I get dressed and go to work. Iris usually has aclass she’s taking or one’s she’s teaching. I’m out of the house by 7 a.m.,at work by 7:30. I have thirty minute for lunch and I’m off at 4 p.m.I arrive home by 4:30 unless I have to stop at the supermarket. I strip,attend to my chores, and
then wait for Iris if she’s not already home. Weeat in most nights and then she studies while I read or watch television.Many nights that’s all we do before going to bed. Some nights she fucks mewith a strap-on. If I’ve displeased her she fucks me in my ass. If I’vereally displeased her I spend the night on my knees, with clamps on my nipples,labia, and the tender skin of my inner thighs. Sometimes I’m blindfoldedand have a penis gag in my mouth.On rare occasions I’m whipped with a rubber dog whip. It’s the worst painyou can imagine. And no amount of begging, screaming, or pleading detersher. When she uses it she whips me until I’m hoarse from screaming.But the worst thing she does is to allow another to use needles on me. I’mnever restrained. The last time it happened I’d broken one of her favoriteantique vases. She brought home a cute little redhead from the club andlet her torment me with a handful of acupuncture needles.I sat on a stool in the middle of the kitchen, sobbing, while the redheadused the needles to decorate my nipples, labia, and tongue. I didn’t daremove or resist because I knew the dog whip was waiting. I threw my head backand moaned in agony when the redhead crouched and pushed my knees apart.She stared up at me, grinning, as she pushed the last needle though my clit.Then Iris made me kneel at the foot of the bed and watch while she and theredhead made love.Later, after the redhead was gone, Iris removed the needles and treatedthe wounds. When she was done I crawled to her on my belly and licked herfeet. Then I apologized for breaking the vase. I promised I’d try harder tobe a better slave. She took me to bed and rubbed my belly until I fellasleep.Iris will be done with grad school in a few months. Then were moving toCalifornia, to San Francisco. I won’t work in San Francisco, I’ll be afull-time house slave. She’s promised to find a pretty little slave to help me.I can’t wait.

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