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This has been long in the works and there are a couple of people I’d like to thank.
First and foremost I’d like to dedicate this to all my exes, on whom the slave’s emotional life is based. Without you all, this story would have been impossible to create, (and without you I’d also probably have a lot longer life expectancy J Stress isn’t good).
Secondly I’d like to dedicate this to Alex Bragi, who gave me the attention and feedback just when I needed it the most. You have my sincerest thanks. Even though you caused the release of the story to be delayed seven months, I think it was for the best. You’re good, Alex.
Thirdly I’d like to dedicate this to my current slave who I think is a genius with language, (not to mention fixing the grammatical errors in this very short text….). Without your keen eye and great sensibility for emotional consistency I’m sure the story would have been a lot weaker and at times confusing.
You’ve all helped to shape me and this story into something better. If it wasn’t for all you being so terribly submissive, I’d kiss all your feet, (and toes) out of thanks.
I’d also like to thank those of you who took your time to review the first draught of the first part at the time of its release. Thanks for taking your time, Electric badger, Aussiegirl, Master Burke, Barbara Anne, MsUther, H Dean, mkemse, dennisthmnand.
Thank you
-Tom
It hadn’t been easy finding the man of her dreams. She’d had many disappointments, broken hearts and a few out-right lying bastards in her life. It had been just two months since she had moved in with the man of her dreams and so far her new Master had proved to be a good find.
Their life and love together was getting more rewarding and deeper for every day that passed. A little hesitantly at first, as she was scared and untrusting by nature due to her baggage. At first communication had also been a bit suffering but as she learned to trust her Master’s experience she bit by bit opened up and let down her guard. After each failed relationship as a submissive, she had so far always had second thoughts whether this was really for her. It wasn’t until now she finally felt in her heart that being a full-time slave was the right choice. She had finally found her place in life.
She was preparing dinner for her Master, standing by the cooker naked with only a white dog collar and very high, white high-heel shoes. She was still having trouble walking in them, and this late in the day they where as usual hurting her feet, but it was her Master’s orders that she would wear them at all times and she did love being obedient. Her Master was never home during weekdays so she could have removed them without ever running the risk of him finding out, but that was never an option in her mind. Every time she felt the pain in her feet she was reminded that she was Master’s slave, and she loved it. Besides she was getting better and better walking in them all the time.
She checked the fish in the oven and the radiant heat warmed her skin and beads of sweat collected between her small breasts. For him it was grilled salmon with lemon rice and green beans. His favourite and for her it was plain whole-meal porridge with a protein shake in a bowl on the side. He wants her slave to be lean and fit which she can’t really blame him for. “Who would want a fat slave?” she thought. Right now she was badly out of shape, skinny, flat chested, assless, and to top it off a bit of a belly and fat thighs. She just hadn’t ever had anybody so far in her life that cared about her enough to whip her into shape. She really needed a man to tell her how to look after her body. Her kind Master had made a rigorous work-out program for her that she had followed religiously since the day he had made it. After all, she did love being obedient. At first the programme was pure torture but in time she learned to appreciate the pleasure in pain the exercises could give. She was well aware of her pitiful state and she hoped that she would have enough time to get into shape before her Master would grow tired of her body and have her exchanged for another prettier girl. Another of her Master’s fancies is blondes so she off course now regularly would bleach her hair.
She knew he was due home any moment now which was good since she was quite hungry. Once she heard his car in the driveway she checked the setting on the table, did a quick check to see that her pussy was perfectly shaved, and her make up, pale pink lipstick and walked briskly to the door and got down.
She was on all fours when he walked through the door, her forehead touching the floor facing the door, ass up with legs apart. He placed his foot in front of her face. She lifted her head high enough to allow her to kiss his shoe. As her lips touched the cold leather she caught a glimpse of the trouser leg of his suit and started unlacing it the shoe. “God, he looked good in a suit” she thought bringing up his suited image from memory, but she didn’t dare look any higher, only focused on her job. After repeating with both shoes she got up with down-cast eyes and took his coat. When done, she placed herself standing with legs wide apart still staring at the floor, waiting. Now it was time for pussy inspection. He stroked her pussy carefully searching for any hint of hair and she felt the warm rush of blood making her cunt swell and juices flow. She loved it. It was so wonderfully humiliating to willingly stand there with legs spread for a man to do as he pleased with her.
They always did this every day after he came home from work and if he would find any hair she would be severely punished with the cane. She got the cue for him being done with the front and for her to turn around, and it was a slap over her clitoris. She reluctantly flinched as he struck. Now it was time to inspect her ass-crack for any hint of hair. She obediently pushed out her ass toward him, leaned forward, bent her legs, grabbed both her cheeks and spread them as wide apart as she could. Just his presence could make her so extremely horny and today was no exception. As his search led him in between her cunt lips she could feel his fingertips lubricated by her pussy juice sliding around her crotch. She wasn’t nervous at all, only horny as she knew very well she was perfectly devoid of any hint of hair. She had spent a full thirty minutes shaving it today. Her next cue was a hard slap over her ass and she straightened up and trotted into the kitchen as fast as she could without stumbling in her high-heels, now completely focused on the task of serving dinner for Master.
Her pussy was now dripping wet and juice was running down her leg as she arranged the dishes on the table. She was by now so horny she was quivering, but while he was present she never touched herself without permission. This wasn’t his idea at all, only hers. She often came with suggestions of new rules which all were intended to further infringe her rights and help in her disciplining, which her Master most often allowed her to follow. The last thing when serving dinner was to set her dog bowls down beneath his chair. She got down and on all fours and waited. She wasn’t allowed to start eating until after Master and as she liked being a very obedient slave she didn’t touch it. This on the other hand, was his rule. The smell of the warm plain porridge made her stomach groan from hunger and its steam moistened her face and dripped down off her nose tip. This was pure torture for her. She strained her ears to hear where her Master was, but she couldn’t hear a single sound, nothing. She didn’t dare pull her eyes from anywhere but straight down into her dog bowl. Minutes past.
It felt like forever in her famished state but finally he casually entered the dining room and seated himself.
In a calmly voice he said, “The little cunt may begin to eat now” and she immediately started scoffing away.
It was the first thing any of them had said to each other since he’d got home. He wasn’t much for speaking and she didn’t speak since her Master didn’t like, “his bitch talking out of place”, as he put it.
Her Master had forbidden her to use salt in the porridge, so beside it tasting awful and bland she was getting tired of the same dinner every night. But she never complained. Not once, and today she was so hungry she didn’t even care any more. At least the protein shake was chocolate flavoured and he’d allowed the porridge to be eaten warm. She knew she was pressed for time since she had to stop eating the moment her Master had finished his plate, and since he usually had her go and fetch him condiments, which even more reduced the time she had. There was no time to be hesitant over the bad taste, only to focus and eat it as fast as she could.
“Whore”, Master said from above the table.
It was his favourite name for her. But she didn’t slow down her eating, only blurting out, with her mouth full of porridge, “Yes, Master“.
“I checked with the clinic and I’ve booked a time to have your body hair permanently removed with laser. I will let you know the date later. It’ll save you quite some time shaving your pussy each day. It’ll be smooth and soft like a pre-pubescent school girl’s pussy every day”.
“Oh, thank you Master. Thank you so much”, was her eager reply, mouth now full of protein shake.
She was his now to do with as he pleased. He didn’t have to tell her anything so she naturally knew it was important to show appreciation when he was kind enough to inform her about anything. He had also been kind enough to inform her that that one day it was time for her pussy to be pierced with his private jewellery, which he called her “Slave tag”, and not to mention the silicone tits he had promised. But he wasn’t a rich man and supporting both of them was expensive so he had to save the money first. Oh, god she loved him so much. This was without doubt the man of her dreams. She had always been ashamed of her tiny tits and when he’d told her he thought that they where pathetically small and ugly she couldn’t anything but agree. He had continued to tell her that he wanted a slave with at least D cups, and that he would purchase them for her. Those last words made her very happy and after that she swore to herself she’d do anything she could to make him want to stay with her. She felt very grateful having a Master willing to take his time to shape her into his and sacrifice so much for her. She felt a little sorry for him, having to put up with her sorry excuse for breasts. She felt like a very lucky girl.
He pushed her head back from the dog bowls with his foot and let a big drop of spit collect on his lips which he let drop down on the remaining porridge. The big gob of spit lay in the thick goo as icing on a cake. Eating his spit was both so wonderfully humiliating and reprehensible at once. She was so happy to have found this man, she thought. He really was perfect. He treated her just the way she deserved and needed. She took a greedy mouthful making sure to get all the spit, after which he added from above,
“Dinner is over you filthy pig”.
She heard him walk away to the living room while her eyes still fixed on the dog bowl with her overfull mouth and gulping down all the porridge and spit in small gulps, careful not to lose any.
This was their coming home and dinner ritual. Beside the spit in the porridge, which was a new touch, they did this every day when Master came home from work. And she longed for it all day. She loved the humiliation of being treated like a dog and eating at his feet. After dinner it was time for training. They had different exercises for every day of the week, and all where designed to make her a better slave. This wasn’t always her favourite moment of the day but today was Wednesday which was “anal stretching” day which wasn’t too bad. Monday’s whipping tolerance exercises were by far the worst. And he didn’t whip her ass. He only whipped her pussy and tits aiming for her clit and nipples with every blow.
After she had cleared the table, cleaned her face and put on new make up she brought the “Anal box” to the living room and after opening it laid all the butt plugs sorted by size on the coffee table. She had already had an enema before dinner so she would be clean. Her Master sat on the couch next to the table reading a newspaper while she massaged lube in her ass. First the silicone based and then the water based lube. Both of them combined were by far the most superior lubrication they had achieved. Afterwards she did the same thing on the butt plugs on the coffee table.
Her Master’s goal wasn’t to hurt her ass, only to stretch it as much as possible. He liked inserting large objects. She reminded herself that her body was his to do with as he pleased so she didn’t complain. When she was done she sat in front of her Master with eyes cast down looking at his feet. She had to contain herself so she didn’t throw her self down and started licking his feet. She loved him so much and wanted to show him as often as she could that she was his slave to walk all over, but instead she just sat impatiently staring at his shoes.
After a while he looked up and smiled. Stroked her hair and told her it was time to begin. He took out his exercise diary and she stood up. Just as she had done earlier during inspection she stood up turning her ass toward him, leaned over, with knees bent and ass-cheeks spread wide apart. He started warming up her anal ring with his fingers and she did her best to relax. He had taught her to enjoy getting fucked in the ass so this was quite pleasant, but she knew worse was to come.
“Relax” he said softly.
She felt how her anal ring at first reluctantly pulsed and cramped a bit, but finally opened up to him, like a flower. He grabbed a 4 cm in diameter butt-plug and pushed it gently while repeatedly urging her to “push”. This size was far from her limit and went in like a charm and didn’t cause her any pain or discomfort. After fucking her with it for a bit, he extracted it and inspected it for shit. But it was clean since she had earlier carefully emptied her system. He went for the 5 cm butt plug which needed a lot of pushing and more lube. But it went in with not so much pain and after getting fucked with this for a while; her ass was finally ready for the goal of the exercise, to have it stretched. The 6 cm was worse and she had to really struggle and fight to keep her ass relaxed while she pushed, and it was everything but pleasant. She cried in pain at the final push. It was finally in, and she breathed out a sigh of relief. Even though the pain was over, this was actually the worst part. It was going to feel like she was taking a shit for the next five minutes until her anus had adjusted to being constantly stretched open.
She thanked her Master as she always did after a successful session and went to get a washcloth for him to wipe his hands.
“Whore”, bring me a glass of wine and a big jug of water. You’ve been such a good girl that after this I will allow you to drink my piss”.
This made her very elated since she worshiped her Master piss. Not as much as his cock, or cum but this was the next best thing. He had made it perfectly clear that she was too worthless and ugly to be allowed to touch his cock. She had no problems with this because she knew it was true and he often reminded her of this. While it stung her heart and made tears roll down her cheeks it did make her so incredibly horny and love him even more. Sometimes while trying to fall asleep she felt so worthless and overcome by dread by this she had to slap her clitoris as hard as she could repeatedly until the pain sedated her. This was truly the man of her dreams.
After fifteen minutes of having the anal plug inserted she didn’t feel she needed a shit so much, but mostly just sore and cramps started setting in. It was lucky the anal plugs where made of rubber. He had her walking around the living room in a circle around him. It was just as much an exercise in walking in the shoes as an exercise in stretching her anus. She had to focus on relaxing her ass with every step but still managed to keep her head up high and eyes straight ahead. She had a tube of lube in her hand that she used now and again to moisture her increasingly sore anus but without stopping for breath. Her Master looked quite content on the couch, reading his magazine, making notes in the training diary and sipping his wine, but not wasting a single moment to glance at her. She longed for his attention at the same time as taking great sexual pleasure of being denied it. Almost the entire jug of water was gone and she could hardly wait for the salty taste of his golden drops on her lips. The thought of it made her open her mouth and lick her lips slowly, pretending they where covered with piss. The only audible sound in the room was the high heels clacketi-clacking on the wooden floor.
Her Master finally honoured her with a glance. She noticed it at once and shone up.
“What a pathetic fucking whore you are” her Master noted while she walked passed wagging her stuffed anus in front of him.
“Yes Master. Thank you Master. I love you Master” she answered.
She didn’t need to say the last bit, but it was sincere, right from her heart. She loved him so much and so deeply. Beads of sweat where forming between her tits and on her upper lip. This was becoming very strenuous and her muscles ached and she had to use all her focus to keep going. She tried to take her mind off the hard work by pretending she had big breasts. She couldn’t wait for her silicone implants. She just knew in her heart how wonderful it would be to feel the big full bags bouncing in front of her chest as she walked. She tried to imagine how it would feel but mostly just felt ashamed of having such small tits as she did. But she wasn’t going to hide them. She thrust out her chest and reminded herself that it was important to be honest and open about her inadequacies and show him how truly worthless she was.
After 20 minutes the timer rang and she assumed the leaned forward position, with ass cheeks as pulled as wide apart as she could now with her sore anal ring. He didn’t pull the plug straight out. He added more lubricant and started fucking her with it. The pain was intense. Her ass was very sore by now and her anal ring felt like it was about to burst. At last he removed the but-plug but instead of letting her rest he shoved a dildo about the same size up her ass in its place, and he commanded her to fuck it. This was definitely her limit as to what she could endure. With all her might she just focused on the task. Back and forward, she rocked now in great pulsating pain radiating from her anal ring.
“Show me what a whore for cock you are” he snarled and she picked up the pace and let it slide in as far as she could handle.
“Yes Master, thank you Master”.
She lost track of time. She was trembling and sweating from the pain and exhaustion. The beads of sweat covered her entire body. Her mind was completely empty from any thought other than fucking that dildo, and on pure instinct she continuously mumbled, “thank you master”. Not until her legs started shaking violently from the exhaustion and pain did he remove the dildo.
Finally the butt-plug fucking was over and she knew the next step of this exercise. She lay down on the couch with her ass up high, and she did her best to pull her ass as far apart as possible making her anal ring as big as she could, continuously pushing and pressing it out. She was exhausted and it was divine to finally get to lay down for a spell. Her ring was swollen, bloated and bluish red. This is what her Master enjoyed seeing. He called it her “anal rose”. She pulled and pushed as much as she could, with all her might. She heard him unzip his trousers and start tugging at his cock. She lay there obediently for as long as she could, eyes down in the pillow, continuously pushing and pulling listening to the sound of him wanking. Finally she heard him groan and felt his warm sticky cum hitting her ass and sliding down her ass-crack. Her mind was empty from the exhaustion.
“Get ready for piss, whore”, he commanded while panting.
Her Master’s cum was holy. She knew that. She was forbidden to clean it off until the next day. With a blank face she thanked him for his holy cum and on unsteady legs walked over to the bathroom. Even though she was tired, she felt proud, proud to have her Master’s cum on her body. She treasured is dearly. Since she had no hope of ever getting fucked by his cock, being his cum-bucket was definitely the next best thing. And now piss was coming, she thought happily. This was turning out to be a truly perfect evening.
She sat on the bathroom floor, back arched with her small tits out, hands behind her back and a wide open mouth with gleaming excited eyes. She licked her lips a couple of times. Her Master stood in the doorway looking down on her making her feel small. It wasn’t until now she realised she was looking straight into his eyes. She quickly averted them. This was another rule that was her invention. He didn’t mind her looking at him, but she insisted that she was far too worthless to look at him as she pleased.
But he didn’t reach for his cock, but instead only said, “What are you, bitch”?
This was a pledge he had made her memorise and which he regularly asked her to repeat. She knew the words by heart as she had already said them many times, and repeated them slowly and deliberately stressing every syllable.
“I’m your worthless slave, to do with as you please. I have no rights and no value other than the pleasure I can give you. I will always strive to perfect my body for you. I will always strive to pleasure you, to make you happy and to follow your orders. I’m yours to freely torture and beat as you see fit and I will never complain”.
She accepted fully and truly every single word once she spoke them, she stretched her still aching back up with pride with her now wide eyes fixed straight ahead, confident, happy and radiant. She had found her place in life and it was at her Master’s feet. She was his and she had accepted it in her heart.
The golden stream hit her face in full force, splattering all over. She eagerly tried to catch every drop. The taste was divine, but he was teasing her, pissing all over her face, so it was hard. When he was empty he just zipped his trousers back up and walked out of the bathroom. After their slave training sessions he usually let her have some time for herself so she knew there was no rush. She sat for a while just savouring the taste and the smells. She bent down to lick and suck every drop of piss from the floor. She tried not to do it too fast, as she wanted the moment to last as long as possible. While she crept around the cold tiles she came to where her ass had been and Master’s cum in her ass-crack had dripped down on the floor. She thanked her Master for this gift under her breath and greedily licked it up. When she was done she was so exhausted that she rolled over on the cold, hard and piss-soaked tiles dozing off.
The next couple of hours Master sat at his computer in the study, either working or to try to find new slaves on the Internet just as he had found her. They had made a deal when she moved in that even though he could bring home and fuck as many other girls as he wanted, she was to be the only slave living with him. She remembered when they’d had that discussion. The moment she had demanded it she felt instantly ashamed since this was only due to her being so ungrateful and greedy. To her surprise he had agreed, which was all the more reason to do her best to keep him happy.
The bathroom floor was a bad place to sleep and she quickly came to when she heard her Master ring the bell by his desk and she quickly got up and trotted over to the study on her high heels, sore all over and with a badly aching ass. As she stepped through the door all he said was “tea” and kept his eyes fixed at the screen.
“Yes Master” was her natural reply as she turned and left for the kitchen.
She made him his favourite tea just as he always liked it and left it on his desk next to him. She believed that what he did on the computer were nobodies but Master’s business so she did her best not to look at the screen. He waved her away.
She knew from earlier experience that sleeping with wet cum between her ass cheeks was not a pleasant experience so she felt she needed to deal with it. After finding an electric fan she lay next to it face down, ass up, cheeks pulled wide apart fanning her ass to dry the cum in her crack. Since his cum was holy and she was not permitted to clean it off until tomorrow, this was her best option. While lying in that position she found herself smiling. She certainly was one lucky girl to have found such a wonderful man. She still had remains of piss around her lips. She smacked them in delight and tried to catch as much as she could while feeling the gentle breeze on her pussy and wet ass.
When bedtime was due she helped her Master to undress and get ready for bed. She gave him a massage and tucked him in. After he closed his eyes she stood a while watching him admiringly. Even though she was extremely tired, and couldn’t wait to get into bed she couldn’t help herself. She kissed his forehead and whispered how much she loved him. “Fuck off, cunt” was his last words before turning to sleep. Obedient as ever she obeyed, snuck out and closed the door as softly as she could. She took out her thin mattress rolled it out in front of the cooker in the kitchen, made her bed and carefully placed a framed picture of her Master next to the mattress. Her Master had commanded her to sleep here and she thought it was very fitting for such a worthless woman as she was. She set the alarm clock to give her plenty of time to make breakfast. She brought out her dildo and fucked her self to sleep. She didn’t dare use the vibrator because she didn’t want to wake her Master. After she had cum she carefully lifted the framed picture of her Master and kissed the picture on his lips. She froze for a moment in bliss. He would never allow her to kiss his real lips so this was the best she could do. She stood the picture down next to her bed again and laid her tired little blonde head down on her pillow.
This was certainly the end of a perfect day, she thought as she drifted away into a calm and serene sleep with a radiant little smile on her lips.
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