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Chapter 2
With such tender young flesh ripe and ready for harvesting, a smart Master proceeds carefully. Takes his time. I was determined to own this girl before the year was out, possess her far more thoroughly than she yet imagined. As it happened, she was ready long before the year was out, partly because I was patient, but mostly because she was born to be a slave. Submission was in her nature and it was just a matter of introducing her to the lifestyle and coaxing her along until she realized she could never be happy, never be truly free until she gave up her futile efforts to manage her own life and surrendered it to the strong and loving Master to whom she had already professed her love.
Her education began by putting her at the safe distance of an observer. I purchased a number of videos from various bdsm computer sites and we watched them nightly, starting with the milder bondage scenes of young women trussed up and hogtied in many imaginative and painful predicaments, and progressing to the more savage versions where the girls are forced to endure extreme erotic torture and sexual incursions. Not "forced," actually, because every one of the young women used on these photo shoots is a volunteer, someone who enjoys the experience, often traveling long distances for the thrill of submitting to humiliation and pain on camera to an international audience. (And, of course, for the money.) Many of them were college students like Anna, so she readily related to them. We also watched some of the live bdsm feeds where each girl is tormented in real time over the course of several hours while members of the site contribute suggestions via an internet chat hookup for increasing her suffering. Anna loved it all. I kept my hand on her sex as we watched and the more brutal the torture the wetter she became.
During this period (about two months) I also had lots of help from my many friends in the lifestyle. I was a member of the local bdsm organization, the Iron Collar Club, and conspired with several couples to help accelerate Anna's acceptance that she belonged in the life. The Masters, of course, were more than happy to help me draw my beautiful new lover into consensual slavery, clearly anticipating the favors I would surely grant them once I owned her. Their slaves, already happily practicing the lifestyle, were delighted to help indoctrinate a new sister, aware that they, too, would likely be partaking of her charms as well.
Two couples in particular were especially useful: Tom Atkins and kristina, and Peter Arnson with pixie whose hair was a different weird color every time we saw them. Both were in full-time Master/slave relationships and were fun to be with. Anna, who had never imagined such relationships before meeting me, was fascinated by the dynamics of it and eager to learn more.
We took her first to public places, for drinking and dancing, taking pains to blend in with the clueless vanilla crowds. Anna was familiar with such places and with the inhibited, hypocritical sexuality that permeates regular society. When she was relaxed and ready to play, we would move on to my house or the other couple's. It was only there, in private, that we stripped away the nonsense and became our real selves. Usually the ladies would immediately be ordered to strip and serve us beer or cocktails. They would then be required to kneel before us while the other Master and I discussed with them the various games we might play that evening.
Anna warmed so readily to these dates and these games that soon she wanted to dispense with the bar scene altogether and go straight to the bdsm scene. Before two weeks were out I was taking her to "munches" at the Iron Collar Club. These were evening social gatherings featuring talks by visiting Masters and slaves on the various aspects of Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. She loved these munches and the joyful, uninhibited members of the club. When she found out about the club's special events, the ones involving actual bdsm activity, she begged me to take her. I agreed, but since the next scheduled event was ten days away, I decided to use the interim to prepare her a little better psychologically before exposing her to the living three-dimensional extent of the life to which she would soon commit herself.
Accordingly, five days later she received her first taste of "public" humiliation and punishment at my house during a double date with Tom and his slave kristina. They were a lovely couple, his body solid and hardened by the construction trades, hers shapely and athletic from the strict diet and exercise regimen he imposed on her. She had long, dark, luminous hair and hauntingly sensuous gray eyes. Every time I saw her I longed to fuck her, and Tom had graciously loaned her to me on previous occasions. But that delight was not on the agenda for this night.
After the two women had stripped, Tom and I ordered them into the kitchen to fix drinks while we discussed in private the special plans for the evening's entertainment. The activities began with some simple bondage. We ordered kristina to tie Anna to a chair, perched at the edge of the seat facing us with her legs splayed wide. Knowing that kristina enjoyed women as much as men, I had decided it was time to explore Anna's sexual boundaries as well. With Tom's permission I instructed kristina to crawl between Anna's thighs and service her.
Anna's face immediately registered distress. "No!" she called out without thinking.
I leaned toward her. "Did I hear you say 'No'?"
She swallowed and chewed her lip. She knew by this time that a "bottom" refusing a command from her "Top," even for an evening's play, was cause for a sound spanking. She tried some damage control. "I've never done it with a woman. I don't think I can." Her eyes pleaded with me.
"Of course you can. In fact, that's all the better. This will be a new experience for you. But that's beside the point. The real point is that I have ordered it to be done and it will please me to watch. You have no vote on the matter. You will therefore relax and enjoy the pleasures kristina is about to bestow upon you so that you can contrast it with the punishment that will follow immediately after for your outburst."
She obviously wanted to say more, but clamped her mouth shut grimly.
kristina, sensitive to the need to immerse Anna slowly into this new concept, began her ministrations by kissing and licking her way along the insides of Anna's thighs. The combination of these sensations, plus the twin anticipations of adventure into forbidden acts and the promised punishment to follow, excited Anna into embarrassing herself by coming before kristina had reached her labia. I watched the milky essence flow down her furrow and drip on the hardwood floor.
"Don't disturb that little puddle," I said to kristina. "Anna will clean it up later."
kristina was an artist with her tongue and by the time Tom and I decided to end the show Anna had added to the tiny puddle on the floor three more times, her serene expression announcing that she had successfully jettisoned another useless inhibition. Nevertheless, she was still due an appropriate punishment for that errant "no." I had kristina untie her and ordered Anna on her hands and knees in front of the chair she had just vacated.
"Now, Anna, you will clean up the mess you made on the floor."
She looked up at me, puzzled.
"With your tongue."
She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. "You are about to be punished for your earlier insolence. How severe that punishment will be depends on how quickly you accomplish this task. Lick it up!"
She bit her lip, looked at the crusted little puddle and bent down to it. She hesitated a long moment with her eyes closed, then flicked her tongue across it. She popped up, screwing up her face to tell the world her mouth contained something vile. There was still a slimy residue on the floor.
"That's a start, Anna," I said evenly. "Now clean it all up. This time you will do it without making faces or spitting. The least dissatisfaction with your performance will earn you ten additional hard strokes to the ten you have already accumulated."
That thought visibly shook her. She lowered her face to the remains of her cum and cleaned it up with five slow slurps of her tongue, swallowing twice; after which she remained perfectly still, staring at the floor, her face grimly devoid of objection.
"Excellent, Anna." I reached over and stroked her head. "That was lovely. For that I will allow your punishment to remain at a mere ten hard strokes of the belt."
Her head popped up, her eyes filled with fear. I had used the leather belt only once before and five medium strokes had brought her to tears.
"Don't worry," I said, still stoking her head and shoulders. "You can manage it. I want you to climb up on the coffee table in front of the sofa and remain there on your hands and knees so Tom and kristina can enjoy your punishment."
"You're going to do it in front of them ?" Obviously this had never occurred to her.
"Absolutely. Afterwards, maybe Tom will punish kristina for our amusement." I looked pointedly at Tom.
"Certainly," he said. "And whatever you do to Anna, I will do double to kristina."
"But what has she done wrong?" wailed Anna.
"Nothing," he said. "I will punish her because your Master asked it of me as a favor and it will please me to comply. I will double the punishment you are about to receive because it amuses me to do so. In fact, kristina will beg me to do it. You'll see."
"You will be silent now, Anna," I told her. "Climb on the table!"
Obediently, if somewhat bewildered, she positioned herself on the table and waited for her punishment. I took my time removing the belt from my pants, making sure she was watching as I doubled it over and set myself at the proper angle. I placed my left hand on the small of her back where I would be able to feel her muscles responding to the blows she was about to absorb. The whacks of a doubled belt are noisy, which adds to the drama. My first blow was relatively light but the noise and the shock of it elicited a satisfactory whimper from Anna. The next blow was a little harder and this time she jumped a little. The third blow, however, was serious. She cried out loudly and struggled with herself to remain kneeling on the table, her rump still blatantly exposed to the dreaded belt. I varied the severity of the remaining blows between hard and very hard. By the tenth blow she was gagging on her tears and her pert fanny was bright red, but she managed to quell her sobs and produce a tremulous smile, even when I demanded she recite the ritual "Thank you, Sir," and kiss the instrument that had punished her. It was evident in her eyes that the experience had produced an erotic charge, all the more intense for having been on display in front of her friends.
I ordered her to sit with me on the couch and held her hand as kristina took her place on the coffee table. At a nod from Tom, kristina said, "Please, Sir, if it pleases you, punish me with your belt."
"How many blows do you deserve, slave?" he asked.
"I deserve as many as you're willing to inflict, Sir, but at least twenty. And very hard ones, Sir."
"It pleases me to grant your request," he said, and promptly began belting her savagely until her ass glowed as brightly as Anna's. She rocked and screamed with every blow, tears flowing down her face and pooling on the table between her hands. Anna held her breath and gripped my hand tightly as the count approached twenty, transfixed by the spectacle and kristina's willingness to endure it.
When it was over, Tom presented the belt to Kristina's lips and she kissed it, blubbering through her tears, "Thank you, Sir, for the punishment."
"Down on the floor, doggie," he said, "and prepare to be fucked."
She climbed down and returned to her hands and knees as Tom undressed. With Anna and I watching only a few feet away, he took her from behind and slammed away at her, paying no heed to the inflamed condition of her backside. kristina moaned, whether from pain or pleasure I couldn't tell, until Tom suddenly withdrew and ejaculated all over her back. I considered requiring Anna to go over and lick it off, but decided she had been stressed enough for one evening. Instead, I undressed and made love to her on the sofa as Tom and his slave sat on the floor and watched.
Anna's tolerance for pain and humiliation developed quickly, as I had expected. Soon it became a craving, and her fascination with the idea of slavery was palpable. She was a quivering mass of nervous anticipation by the time the event at the Iron Collar Club finally rolled around.
I had dressed her up for the affair in a kind of traditional fetish attire so that she would feel part of the crowd. This consisted of a brief, low-cut, black vinyl dress adorned with silver chains and a matching black dog collar. I placed black leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and locked them in place with small brass padlocks. These restraints would one day be put to practical use, although I had no intention of doing so on this night. High heels were obligatory with that outfit, but later that night I made her take them off because she has pretty feet and she's much sexier when she's barefoot.
I made careful arrangements for all the couples we had played with on our dates to be there among the throng. Tom had even set up a display, one of a dozen or so in the Exhibition Area. It featured kristina standing on her toes inside a cage constructed of steel bars, her wrists handcuffed behind her and her neck clamped into the center hole of a wooden stock that was locked shut with a heavy padlock. It was suspended from the ceiling with chains and pulled up hard against her chin so that when her over-stressed calves periodically gave out, she would find herself hanging painfully by her head . She began whining well before the displays were dismantled, but could not ask for relief because of the red ball-gag strapped tightly in her mouth. She was dressed in a semi-transparent chemise that clung provocatively to her squirming body.
Most of the other exhibits were female submissives hogtied in various colorful and uncomfortable ways, some suffering from the sting of weighted clamps hanging from their nipples or labia. One young raven-haired beauty had her knees and ankles bound tightly to a vertical pole with her arms pulled over her head by ropes attached to a ceiling ring several feet behind her, forcing her to bend over backwards from the knees, a position made painful by nipple clamps chained to the pole which tugged viciously if she allowed herself to fall back too far. In a variation on that theme, another woman had her breasts pulled together around a similar pole by a two-inch chain clamped to her nipples; her ordeal was heightened by having one ankle tied to the pole and the other to her wrists so that she was forced to stand on one foot slightly off balance, her tortured nipples keeping her from falling over. Further along a blond girl identified as "slave sweetpee" was fitted with a copper dildo and butt plug pressed deep into her vagina and anus by one of the ropes from which she was suspended at eye level. The two devices delivered a shock when passing spectators pressed a button, causing slave sweetpee to thrash wildly in her restraints and make muffled screams through her gag.
Anna was mesmerized by it all and by the fun and games in the Play Room and Dungeon where more active and demanding scenes were played out, and by the many naked couples we glimpsed through "voyeur" windows as they romped and fucked on huge group beds in the theme rooms. She giggled gleefully when I ordered her to strip and we joined a dozen couples in the crowded communal hot tub. Tom was there with kristina who had fully recovered from her earlier ordeal as an exhibit. Anna was by now horny to the extreme and impaled herself on me at once, doing a wild, watery, splashing pole dance on me with much cheering and laughter from our tub mates. She sent us both quickly into noisy climax. Nowadays I would never permit her to do such a thing without my permission, but at that moment I knew she was on sensory overload from the exhilaration of the evening and let her enjoy herself in this giddy new world of sensual freedom, consensual pain and sex without shame.
On the other hand, I felt it was time to test her willingness to cross yet another sexual-psychological border. When a man sitting across from us — a vice president of my bank, as a matter of fact, and owner of the voluptuous slave sweetpee (who he had exhibited earlier and was now sitting next to him) — commented on Anna's beauty and carnal expertise, I invited him to amuse himself with her. Anna appeared rather taken aback, but I looked her calmly in the eye and said, "You will go over to him now and let him do with you whatever he wishes. It pleases me to watch, and I will make sure you're safe." Her mouth fell open and she stared back at me. Obviously never in her previous life had a "boy friend" been willing to share her body with other men. No doubt she wondered if this meant I didn't really love her. But when I smiled and nodded her toward the waiting Master across the tub, her confusion gave way to her own natural deviltry. By now she was well aware of what was expected of a submissive; all evening she had been surrounded by living examples of it. If she wanted to be mastered, this was the time to show it. Her expression changed to I'll show you! (an insolence which I ignored for the time being) and she waded across the tub to join her new admirer.
"Forgive her rudeness," I told him. "She hasn't been trained yet."
She threw an aggrieved look back at me, as though I had insulted her, but was soon fully occupied by the highly aroused bank executive who grabbed her by the waist, lifted her over his lap and lowered her on to his own turgid staff. She slid up and down on him vigorously making waves in the tub as he suckled chlorinated droplets off her nipples. She came with a high-pitched moan about half a minute before he did. sweetpee kept her eyes averted the whole time, apparently grappling with issues about sexual sharing that her Master would have to correct later.
The evening made a deep impression on Anna. As she lay in my arms at home the next morning she couldn't stop talking about it. She marveled at how quickly kristina and the other "exhibits" had recovered from their ordeals and joined in the spirit and fun of the party. She noted also how contentedly they followed their Doms and Masters from room to room, cheerfully responding to their slightest demands without ever seeking a word of appreciation. (She had not noticed slave sweetpee's misbehavior in the hot tub.) She observed the pride their Masters displayed when other Masters made complimentary remarks about their well-trained and attractive slaves.
"Will you be proud of me like that when I learn to be a good slave?" she sighed.
"A well-trained and obedient slave, especially a beautiful one, is always a thing of pride to her owner," I responded.
"That's what I want!" she announced firmly. "I want to be your slave. I want to serve you and make you happy and proud of me. Will you make me one of those exhibits some day?"
"Of course. That and a lot more, if and when you decide to offer yourself as my slave," I told her.
"But I just told you! That's what I want. I'm offering! I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I floated through high school without the faintest clue of a goal. My only ambition was to get laid by the coolest boys. I went out with the toughest, meanest guys, hoping, I guess, that they would slap me around, show me who was boss. I would get off just imagining it. But it only happened once. All the others had the impression I was wholesome and sweet and treated me with maddening tenderness. Actually I was just shy and couldn't tell anyone what I really wanted. Then in college, same thing. Oh the parties were wilder and there was plenty of sex, but everyone was always stoned and it was just the slam-bam thing. I had no goal there, either. I've been going to college because my folks insist on it and are paying for it. So why not? But until I found you and learned about this other lifestyle, I felt empty. Just moving for the sake of movement. This is the first time I feel like I belong somewhere! It feels right."
"This one boy in high school who didn't treat you tenderly. How did that play out?"
"We were walking in a field sharing some weed and I guess I said something that offended him, I don't remember what. He hauled off and slapped me across the face so hard it knocked me down. I guess he expected I would cry, or get angry, or try to get away. But instead I just sat there on the ground and looked up at him. I guess he could read in my face what I was thinking because he grabbed my by the throat, lifted me to my feet and slapped me again. When I still didn't say or do anything, he pushed me back down on the grass, yanked off my jeans and panties and, uh, had his way with me. God, it was wonderful!"
"In other words, he punished you and raped you."
"Yeah, I guess. But not really. It was exactly what I wanted him to do."
"Did you go out with him again?"
"No such luck. He was busted for breaking into a house a few days later and I never saw him again. Sent to a juvenile facility, I heard."
"I appreciate your need to be dominated and plan to do something about it, but in that case I think you were, in fact, very lucky. Hooking up with an irresponsible bully who likes to beat up women is a sure-fire recipe for disaster."
"But you beat me, and I like it."
"No, I do not beat you. I punish you. And only when you consent to it. I will never strike you in anger. Never. I will always tell you when you have crossed a line and must be punished and will set a time and place to do it. You need and want to be corrected and you have always given me your permission to do so. If ever you do not give your consent, you will not be punished. But unless there is a very good reason for refusing, like illness, that will be the end of our relationship."
Her eyes betrayed a flicker of fear. "I won't do that. I promise. I want you to punish me when I displease you. I want to be your slave."
"If you are my slave, Anna, I might well decide to punish you just for the erotic pleasure of it. I would still demand your consent."
"And I would give it."
" Would give it?"
" Will give it. Right now, if you want. I am yours to do with as you wish." She was trying very hard to convince me of her submission and hide any misgivings that might be lurking behind her excitement.
"So you really want to be my slave."
"Oh yes!" She spun over to face me and grasped my hands as if I might run away. "Will you do it? Will you accept me as your slave? Please? I'll do whatever it takes to deserve it. I'll obey you, serve you, love you, worship you! I'll endure anything you want me to that makes you happy, any punishment and pain."
"Anna, you'll do all of those things and much more if I accept you as my slave. But most girls think of permanent love relationships in terms of marriage. Marriage is an equal partnership. If that's your ultimate goal, I'm afraid you're deluding yourself. Slavery and marriage are two entirely different things. I have no intention of marrying you."
She looked slightly crestfallen, but recovered nicely. "No, no. I want you as my Master, not my husband. I don't want to share equally in our relationship. I want to be yours to command."
I went on as if I had not heard her. "In a marriage, once the thrill of new sex is gone each partner begins to notice and be irritated by the many imperfections of the other, the everyday irritants that set your teeth on edge. In a Master/slave relationship this doesn't happen because the slave has no right to expect any particular behavior of her Master. The Master, on the other hand, has the right to expect the slave to conform precisely to whatever pattern of behavior and appearance suits his fancy. The slave has committed herself to be the instrument of his pleasure, period. The slave has deliberately given up any and all authority in the union and is free to be used in any way the Master pleases. He may decide to consider her desires or he may not. Her desires have no weight unless her Master gives them weight. That is the foundation of their relationship, and in agreeing to it, the slave is free to concentrate all her energy and thoughts on serving and pleasing her Master. If you are to become a slave, Anna, you will have to be properly trained because absolute obedience and service does not come naturally. There is a great deal more to slavery than taking orders. Handing over ownership of your body and mind to me will totally and profoundly change your life forever. If I accept you as my slave, it will not be for a year or two. It will be for life."
"Yes, I understand." She was nearly crying in her earnestness. "That's what I'm asking for. I'll undergo whatever training you require. I'll do everything and anything you want. Bear any pain. I trust you and I love you and I want to serve you."
"You want to serve me?" I let her stew for several anxious moments before continuing. "All right, then let's start right now. Just a test to give you a better idea of what you can expect for the rest of your life. Get up off the bed and dress me."
I pushed her away, got up and waited for her to find appropriate clothing for me. She reached automatically for her robe.
"No!" My sharp tone stopped her hand in mid-air. "You will remain completely naked until I give you permission to put on clothes."
Without a word she turned to my bureau and closet and began laying out on the bed a complete set of casual apparel, pausing only when I objected to a particular choice and replacing it with whatever substitute I named. She then proceeded to dress me with a kind of giddy efficiency, unable to contain her joy. At my order she followed me into the living room. I sat down in my favorite chair, an imposing leather recliner which was to become my symbolic throne for all such audiences.
"Kneel on the floor facing me," I told her. "Keep your back straight with your hands at your side. Don't close your fists and don't speak without asking permission." I brandished a riding crop I had taken from a bureau drawer on the way out of the bedroom, one I had placed there anticipating this moment. "Pay close attention to every instruction I give you because I will punish every failure immediately. You will answer, 'Yes, Master.'"
"Yes, Master."
"If I accept you as a slave, you will function under my authority and whim. You will do it to fulfill your own needs and desires. You will have one purpose in life and one only: that is to please me. Everything you do, everything you think, everything you say will be to assure my happiness and contentment. If I find you acceptable, you will eventually sign a contract granting me ownership of your body, mind and worldly possessions. Those things will no longer belong to you. You will be my property. You will have no rights at all, only privileges granted by me, your Master. Is all of that understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"From now on I will address you in this house and anywhere else I choose, as anna or slave anna. When writing it, you will always employ a lower case 's' and 'a' to denote your subordinate position as a slave with no rights, existing only to service her Master. You will address me as 'Sir' or 'Master' in this house, or in the company of our bdsm friends, or anywhere else I require it. But the nature of our relationship must be kept a secret from the vanilla world, so in public I will call you anna and you will refer to me by my first name, Daniel. Never as Dan or Danny or any other nickname or endearment under any circumstances. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sir."
"But that's only when vanilla people are present. At all other times you will invariably use a formal title: Sir, Master or Master Daniel. I will be very strict about that."
"Yes, Master Daniel, I understand."
"Very well. As of this moment, slave anna, I am accepting you as a trainee to become my personal slave. If and when I feel you are ready, we will discuss the terms for a permanent contract in which you will convey ownership of your body, mind and worldly possessions to me. You can still back out of this, slave anna, now or at any time during your training. But once you sign that contract, if you do, there will be no turning back. Think about that during this testing period. The testing will not be easy because the change to your life will be radical. You must have a realistic sampling of life as a slave. Specifically, as my slave. Once more: do you wish to change your mind?"
"No, Sir. I want you to test me so that I can prove worthy of you. I've never been so sure about anything in my whole life, or as happy as I am at this moment. Thank you, Master Daniel, for accepting me for training. I promise to do everything in my power to make you proud of me."
And that's how it began.