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Introduction:

I am a slave who is owned in every way by Master. His pleasure is my only aim. He does to me whatever he chooses!
Slave. Part one.
1.
I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than that.
It was the happiest day of my life, the day I received that pendant. I had not been serving Master for very long, just long enough for him to know that I had submitted to him entirely. I had spent an evening serving him, preparing his food, pouring his drinks and lighting his cigarettes, and was sat naked at his feet awaiting his next command.
“Kneel” Master commands me.
I positioned myself in front of Master, my legs tucked under me so that I was sitting on my heels, feet together, knees slightly apart. My hands rested on my thighs with my palms upturned, my head bowed and my eyes on the floor.
“What is the purpose of your existence, Slave?” he asked me.
“To obey you, Master.” I replied.
“Kneel up and lower your head.” He ordered.
I did so and he told me to hold my hair up. When I did Master leant forward and fastened the beautiful silver chain, bearing his initial, around my neck.
“This chain signals my ownership of you. You now belong to me and you will obey me at all times, without question. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please me, I may choose to reward you. As long as you wear it you are mine and I will protect and care for you.”
And since that day I have never taken it off. I am proud to wear the symbol of my submission and it is also a great comfort to me when I am separated from Master, knowing that I belong to him and that he cares for me.

2.
I do not live with Master. When I am not with him he will send me a text message to summon me when he requires me. If I am not there within 15 minutes I will be punished. If I ever need to go somewhere that will mean I am unable to respond in this time, I must get special permission from Master.
Punishments for failing to please Master vary. Sometimes I will be spanked over Master’s knee, but if Master is disappointed in me he tends not to use this as punishment as he knows I enjoy it. Sometimes I will be made to kneel in the corner facing the wall, or will spend the day serving Master on my hands and knees. But my worst punishment is to be banished. Being forbidden to see Master and being ignored by him, sometimes for several days, is the most painful punishment I can receive.
At the heart of my submission to my Master is, of course, that my body belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a slave I am expected to keep my body ready to be used at all times. All my body hair must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear skirts, not trousers, and am forbidden from wearing panties at anytime. Master must have free access to me at all times.
Nothing matters but Master’s pleasure and satisfaction. My pleasure all comes from serving Master, it doesn’t matter how painful or degrading it is, if Master is pleased with his slave that is the greatest pleasure I can receive.

3.
Not long after Master had taken ownership of me he summoned me to him, informing me that today I would be initiated into one of his favourite activities. Within ten minutes I was knocking on his door.
“Enter and remove your clothes” he ordered
I did as I was told and knelt on the floor, eyes down to await his next instructions.
Master eventually spoke; “Who does your body belong to Slave?”
“You Master” I replied
“And you give it to me without question?” he continued.
“Yes, Master”
“Then on your hands and knees” he commanded.
I did as I was told; this was nothing unusual, Master often liked to fuck my pussy this way. Today though I knew he had something different in mind.
“Today you are going to learn to have your ass fucked like a good little slave” he whispered in my ear. He was kneeling behind me now. I felt my stomach clench with fear. He must have felt my body tense as he said,
“You want Master to be pleased with his Slave don’t you?”
“Yes Master,” I whispered “I do.”
“Good girl, then just relax and do as your told and Master will be very pleased.”
I felt his strong hands begin to gently stroke my buttocks, occasionally wandering between my thighs and brushing the lips of my increasingly wet pussy. I found myself beginning to relax and enjoy myself, but I was soon reminded that we weren’t there for my pleasure.
“Hold your cheeks apart” he commanded.
He then began to run his finger, still wet from my pussy, around the edge of my tight little asshole. Immediately I tensed up,
“I told you to relax.” He said “Do I need to punish you?”
“No Master” I responded “I can do it.”
“Let’s hope so,” he continued “because I am going to put my cock up your ass, and if you don’t relax it is really going to hurt you.”
I made every effort to relax my body as Master’s finger continued to circle my asshole. Then he reached round in front of me and held out his finger for me to suck. With his finger now even wetter he began to gently press it against my tight ring. Gradually, as I began to relax, he inserted his finger into my ass, knuckle deep, and I have to admit it felt good. Master could tell I was enjoying myself.
“Does that feel good slave?” He hissed as I let out a little groan of pleasure, “I think I’ve got myself a slutty little slave who likes her ass fucked”
He started to then work two fingers into my tight hole, and after some initial resistance I was once again being driven wild by the feeling of Master’s fingers filling and stretching me. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy myself he removed his fingers from me and I let out a small sigh of disappointment, but he certainly hadn’t finished with me yet.
“Stand” I was ordered, and Master took my hand and led me to the sofa. When we reached the arm he put his hand on my back and gently pushed me forward so I was bent over it, my bottom in the air, presented to Master, ready for him to use or abuse at will. He roughly pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and I felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my ring. I felt my stomach tighten again, there was no way he could fit inside me is there?
Master thrust hard against me, and I was pushed hard against the sofa. I cried out in pain, it felt like I was going to be ripped in two, but my cries seemed to arouse him more and he pushed unrelentingly into me, and I felt the head of his cock ram deep into my ass. Pain seared through me and tears rolled down my face but I would never ask him to stop. My job was to give Master pleasure and my body belongs to him, and much as it hurt me physically the pleasure I got from knowing I was doing as I had been ordered was immense.
Master had slowed his stroke down now and was slowly but firmly fucking my asshole. With each stroke he went a little deeper until his whole cock was buried deep inside me. Despite the pain I had never felt so full of cock and it felt incredible.
“Thank you Master” I whispered breathlessly “Thank you”
With this, he increased his speed so he was pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming roughly back into me until he was buried balls deep in my ass. It didn’t take long doing this before I heard Master cry out and then with a long grunt he shot his full load of hot cum deep into my gut. As he pulled his spent cock out of me he whispered “Good Girl, you’ve been a good slave” and kissed me gently on the top of my head and I knew there was no feeling as good as the one I got from pleasing Master.

4.
Since Master had initiated me in his use of my ass he decided I should undergo some training to make sure I was always ready to receive him and the next evening presented me with a large, black butt plug. Having bent me across his knee he gently inserted the plug into my ass.
“You will wear this until I tell you that you may remove it.” He said “Now go home.”
Sitting in the car on the way home was really uncomfortable at first but by the time I had arrived home I had grown used to the feeling of the plug inside me and was beginning to enjoy it. It was a constant reminder of what my life had become. I had accepted Masters rule entirely and was under his constant control whether he was with me or not, and I realised that this was a situation I was completely happy to be in.
I went about my evening as usual, preparing supper then taking a bath. When I got into bed it took all my willpower not to touch myself, not to make myself cum. It wouldn’t have taken much but Master had forbidden myself from ever pleasuring myself without his consent and however turned on I was I would never disobey him. Eventually I fell asleep.
At 4 am the next morning I was woken by a message on my phone.
“I hope you’ve still got it in” it said “or there will be trouble. Send me a photo immediately so I know you’re being a good girl.”
Of course I did as I was told instantly. “Good” was the reply, “keep it in until I tell you otherwise remember.”
At last, at 8 o’clock the next morning I received the message instructing me to remove the plug until I met Master again that evening, when Master would reinsert it after he had used my ass for his pleasure again. This was to be the case every night until Master was happy with my progress.

5.
Several months passed and I continued devotedly as Master’s slave. One evening he called me to him and told me he had important news. It was news that would take my commitment to him to a whole new level. Master had bought a small cottage that was situated just past the end of his garden. This was to be my new home. Master told me I would resign from my job with immediate effect and I was to sell the home I owned in the nearby town. I was to be kept by Master from now on. He wanted access to me 24hrs a day, 7 days a week. Total control of my life. I would be given a credit card for my day to day expenses and the money from the sale of my house would be put into an account that I would be given should Master and I ever end our arrangement.
Master would have a key to my new home and I must be ready to receive him at any time. I would come to his home morning and evening to prepare and serve him his breakfast and dinner. I would not be permitted to join him for these meals unless invited to do so. Every Sunday would be punishment day when I would receive punishment for any misdemeanours I had committed during the week; I would also receive ten strokes of the cane every Sunday, regardless of whether I had displeased Master or not. This was to serve as a reminder of my position and to strengthen the bond between slave and Master.
A spare bedroom in my new cottage had been prepared for this purpose and also for any other occasion Master had to punish or restrain me. It contained a post with restraints at the top and bottom where my ankles and wrists would be fastened, my arms high above me and legs spread apart with a strap around my waist to hold me against the post. This is where I would receive whippings from Master as I would be unable to flinch from the lashes, whether he chose to give them on my thighs, buttocks or breasts. Also in the room was a large padded table with restraints at each corner, again for my wrists and angles, this meant that I could be spread across the table for Master’s use on either my front or back and would be unable to close my legs, whatever Master chose to do to me or whatever he chose to do it with. Finally there was a form of stool on which I could kneel and bend forward, my stomach and chest supported, where I would receive my weekly canings. It caused my buttocks to be raised and presented to Master, perfectly positioned for this purpose.
The rest of the house had been very comfortably furnished with everything I could ever need, apart from the secrets held in that one bedroom no-one could have known that it was the home of a women being kept solely to serve a Master.

6.
I handed in my notice the very next morning and visited the estate agent to put my house on the market. I was moving into my cottage that afternoon; I had never felt so happy, so free. From now on in life I had only one concern; Master’s pleasure. I had always known I was born to serve, that it was my calling and now I could dedicate my life to it. And at that moment I knew that I loved my Master with all my heart and that I truly would do anything for him. Anything at all.
I arrived at the cottage at 12.30 as Master had asked for lunch at 1. I prepared the food and went up to his house in time to lay his lunch out for him, ready for when he stopped working at one. As instructed I had prepared myself a small amount of lunch in a bowl and placed it next to the plate of food I had prepared for Master, I then knelt next to Master’s chair to wait for him to arrive. Around 1.30 Master entered the room; he would often turn up later than the time we had arranged, enjoying the thought of waiting obediently for him on my knees. He leant over and kissed the top of my head.
“Good girl,” he said, looking at the food on the table. “Just what I wanted. On your hands and knees now, Slave. And I want you naked.”
I obeyed at once of course, removing all my clothes quickly, folding them neatly and dropping to my hands and knees. Master, who was now seated at the table, took the bowl of food I had put next to his plate and placed it on the floor in front of me.
“You may now eat” he stated “but you may not use your hands, only your mouth.”
So that is how I spent my first meal as Master’s full time Slave, eating from a bowl on the floor like an animal at my Master’s feet. Master seemed to enjoy watching me eat this way, and would regularly reach out and stroke my buttocks, sometimes giving them a sharp slap, before softly stroking them again.
Once he had finished eating Master stood up saying
“You may stand and continue your day now Slave.”
And with that he left the room.

7.
That Sunday morning I was to receive my first caning in the new punishment room. Master had instructed me to be stood at the post, naked of course, with my legs apart and my hands clasped behind my neck at 9am. He enjoyed seeing me in this position, it thrust my breasts forward in a way he liked and left me very vulnerable to him. He arrived promptly that morning, presumably keen to punish his Slave in the room he had designed himself. He spent several moments just looking at me stood there and running his fingers over my naked skin very gently, instantly arousing me and making me tremble. I felt the wetness from between my legs begin to trickle down my thigh. I heard Master laugh to himself as he noticed this.
“My horny little slut” he laughed, “if you’re a good girl and take your punishment like the submissive little slave I know you are, I might fuck you afterwards. You would like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes Master, I would like that very much.” I replied breathlessly.
“I knew you would” he laughed, and with that he spread my ankles farther apart and secured them with the restraints, then lifting my hands high above my head and securing them as well. He then tightened the strap around my waist so I was completely immobile.
He then walked slowly to a cupboard on the wall and spent some time selecting a cane from the selection I saw he had there. Once he had chosen one he walked around in front of me and held it on his outstretched palms up to my face.
“You have behaved well this week Slave” he said “so you will receive just 10 strokes of the cane.”
“You will count each one out loud in a clear voice. After each stroke you will thank me and ask if you may have another. If you fail to do this I will repeat that stroke until you do. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master” I replied in a clear voice.
He then walked behind me and spent a few moments caressing my buttocks and letting his fingers wander between my legs to my pussy, feeling how wet I had now become. Then without warning he bought the cane down hard across my buttocks. The pain was searing and my buttocks immediately began to burn. I couldn’t help but cry out in pain and I felt the hot prickle of tears in my eyes and down my cheeks. I hadn’t forgotten Master’s orders though.
“One” I said clearly “Thank you Sir, please may I have another?”
And with that I felt the second stroke, even more painful than the first. But I am an obedient slave and I counted each stroke, always saying thank you and always asking for another, all the way up to ten.
“Good girl” Master said “Master is very proud to own a slave as obedient and submissive as you.”
I was delighted, nothing made me as happy as hearing that from Master, and I was already looking forward to next week’s caning so I could please Master so much again.

8.
“You accepted your punishment well, my little slave” Master went on. “And now I will fuck you.”
With that he released my restraints from the post and led me to the table he had installed in the room. As I stood facing the table he knelt behind me and gently spread my legs wide. Having done this he took some soft cords and bound my ankles to the table legs. Having done this he placed his hand softly between my shoulder blades and firmly but slowly pushed me forward so I was bent over the table. He walked around to the other end of the table and took my hands, stretched my arms out in front of me and fastened them to the corners of the table. He stepped back and smiled, pleased with his work. Leaning forward he kissed me softly and lovingly on the lips and I raised my head the best I could to meet him.
“My darling slave,” he whispered “I do love you very much.”
He walked back round the table so he was behind me again and began to stroke my still sore buttocks. His hands gradually got lower so they were stroking the back of my thighs, and even more gradually he allowed his fingers to trace their way towards my wet, shaven pussy. I shuddered as I felt the warm excitement building between my legs. As the wetness began to run down my thighs Master knelt down behind me and began to run his tongue incredibly lightly up the inside of my thighs, tasting my juices as he did so. My clit was throbbing hard now and I writhed against my bonds hardly able to contain myself. As he reached my pussy I was unable to stop myself letting out a long groan of pleasure.
“Hush my darling” Master laughed “or I will be forced to gag you, won’t I?”
“Yes Master” I gasped.
Master laughed to himself again and began to gently bite and pull at my pussy lips with his teeth while still allowing his hot tongue to dart across my clit. I groaned again, unable to stop myself. Master abruptly stopped what he was doing and walked across to the cupboard he had earlier fetched the cane from. I could not see what he was getting from my position on the table but it soon became clear as he approached my head.
“Open your mouth wide.” He commanded.
I obeyed and he placed in my mouth the ball of a ball gag and tightened the leather strap. My mouth was now held open and very full, my tongue pushed to the bottom of my mouth. I could hardly have made a sound if I had wanted to.
After he had tightened the strap around my head Master immediately returned to his position behind me. This time he began to work two fingers into my now sopping wet hole. With his fingers thrusting inside me, hitting my g-spot as they did so, he used his thumb to roughly rub my throbbing clit. I was writhing around, unable to contain the excitement and pleasure that was building inside me.
“Don’t you dare cum until I give you permission” Master ordered firmly and withdrew his hand from between my legs and my pussy ached at the loss. Almost immediately though Master slammed his huge, hard cock right inside my hot, wet pussy and I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain myself much longer. He continued thrusting into me, hard and deep then very slowly withdrawing, so only the tip of his cock remained inside me, before ramming himself powerfully back inside me again. I was shaking hard now and Master knew I couldn’t last much longer.
“Cum” he said simply.
And I did, waves of hot pleasure swept through me, from between my legs, spreading throughout the rest of my body so strongly, I was almost convulsing in my bonds, screaming into my gag.
“Good girl, cum for Master” Master said softly, stroking my hair, his cock still deep inside me, and with one last thrust I felt him shoot his hot cum into my pussy.

9.
Months passed and I continued to serve Master as I always had, and I was happy. One afternoon Master let himself into my cottage and called me to him. Within seconds I was kneeling at his feet, my eyes on the floor.
“We are going out this afternoon,” he told me. “There is someone I want you to meet.”
Without saying anything else we got into his car and set off.
Eventually Master spoke. “I have a very special job for you my darling” he said. “The young lady we are going to meet has been introduced to me by a good friend of mine. She has shown herself to be very submissive and is keen to serve me as a slave.”
As I heard this I was overwhelmed with jealousy and fear. Master had found a new slave. What would this mean for me? Why had he done this? Had I let him down? Was he bored of me? I fought the tears back. Master looked at me and laughed out loud.
“Oh my darling slave!” he laughed, “don’t worry! You still belong to me, I adore you and I would never be without you. This new slave is for us both. You will train her to one day be as wonderful a slave as you. She will live with you, and serve you and when I call for her you will bring her to me and you will instruct her in how to serve me. It will be an honour for you, to train her for me and an honour for her to be trained by you. She will have the best possible start in her life as a submissive with you as her mistress.”
Relief swept through me, I was still apprehensive of course, but knowing that my position with Master was safe was all that mattered.
We arrived outside a large block of flats; Master spoke on the intercom at the door and we were buzzed in. I followed Master up the stairs and to the front door of one of the flats. Without us having to knock the door was opened by a young girl of 18, as I was later to find out, who immediately dropped to her knees in front of us. She was wearing a short, deep red silk dressing gown, which I suspected she was naked underneath. Her blond hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders; she had long slim legs and on her feet wore a pair of black stiletto shoes. It was easy to see why Master wished to possess her and again another strong wave of jealousy washed through my body, though I knew I would very much enjoy having her at my mercy and the punishments I would inflict on her.
“A good start, wouldn’t you agree Slave?” Master asked me. “She is all yours now, the first thing you need to do is give her the name by which we will call her. What will it be?”
“With your approval Master, I do not believe she has earned the right to a name yet. Until she has, I would prefer just to call her X.” I replied.
“Very good Slave, I thoroughly approve. X, kiss your new Mistress’ feet to let her know you submit to her entirely at my command.”
At once X crawled towards me, lowered her head and gently kissed each of the boots I was wearing.
“Slave, I will leave you alone with X for one hour, I will then return to collect to you both. See that she is ready and understands the basic behaviour I expect from you both. If she fails to follow these rules it is you, Slave, who will be punished.”
“Yes Master” I replied, and Master left the flat.

10.
Having been nothing but submissive for many years now being in control of someone else was a very strange situation for me, but I was determined to do a good job of training X for Master.
X was still on her hands and knees at my feet. “Follow me like that X” I told her and made my way into the small lounge area. X obediently did as I asked. “The first thing you need to learn is how you will kneel whilst you wait for Master or Mistress’ commands” I told her, “On your knees and sit back on your heels.”
X did so. “Spread your knees wider and place your hands palm up on your thighs.” I corrected, using the toe of my boot to force the girls legs further apart.”Master must be able to see your most private areas whenever he wishes. Now remove your gown.”
I looked down at X kneeling naked before me on the floor, her eyes looking demurely down in front of her. Between her legs was soft, blond pubic hair, its dampness showing that she was enjoying her training. But lovely as she looked I knew Master would not allow her to keep any hair on her body. I would have to shave her. I explained this to X. She obediently rose at my orders and went in to the bathroom; she soon came back out carrying a bowl of warm water, towels, razor and can of shaving foam.
“Spread a towel on the sofa and lie back on it.” I told her.
She lay back along the length of the sofa, her knees bent and her legs wide apart. I stood for a moment, just looking at her young, damp pussy and was surprised to find myself becoming aroused by the sight.
“Clasp your hands behind your neck” I instructed her. “That is how Master will expect you to lie or stand unless instructed otherwise.”
I took the can of foam and sprayed a generous amount on my hands; I began to massage it gently into the soft mound of hair that was surrounding X’s pussy. I heard her gasp as my hands caressed her most sensitive area. I could feel my own pussy become increasingly wet and my clit beginning to throb as I touched my beautiful young slave. I reached for the razor and very carefully began shaving the hair from X. It didn’t take long before I had removed it all and rinsed and dried her. Lying there with her newly shaved cunt X looked irresistible and I knew that I just had to taste her sweet, wet pussy. I took her hand and led her through to the bedroom, laying her back on the bed in the same position I had laid her in to shave her. I lay on my stomach between her legs, placed my hands on her inner thighs and gently pushed them apart. Leaning forward I tentatively placed my tongue on the lips of her pussy and tasted her juices; I had never tasted a woman before and was very turned on by what I was experiencing. She tasted so good. I pushed my tongue deeper inside her and began to slowly and firmly lap at her pussy, letting my tongue flick against her clit. X let out a long, deep moan which just served to spur me on; I put my whole mouth over her hot cunt and began to suck hard on her hard little clit. X began to writhe strongly, pushing her thighs against my hands, which were still forcing them apart. To her credit she managed to remain in the position I had put her in with her hands behind her neck despite the fact she was coming increasingly close to a powerful orgasm. I slowed things down a bit and began to probe inside her sweet, wet hole with my tongue; I licked up her juices and gently bit on her pussy’s lips. When I felt she couldn’t take much more I put my lips around her clit again, and gently holding it between my teeth sucked her to an incredible climax. She screamed and writhed and bucked against me, her whole body shaking as she came before she fell back exhausted and limp on the bed. I was going to enjoy having X as my slave I decided!

11.
Time was getting on and I needed to have X ready for Master’s imminent return. The first thing needed was a shower. Finding X in the state I had left her in would mean certain punishment for me. I set the shower running and ordered X to stand in there, arms and legs wide apart. I soaped up a sponge and began to carefully wash her down, explaining to her all the time what I was doing, as this was how I would expect her to bathe me when requested to do so.
I moved the sponge all over her body, covering her with a rich lather of bubbles. When it came to her most intimate areas I used my soapy hands to clean, being careful to be thorough, as I knew Master would wish to inspect her later, without arousing her, or me for that matter, too much again. I took the shower head and rinsed the bubbles from her, then used it to wet her hair; she tipped her head back obligingly, causing her full young breasts to be thrust forward. As she stood there, wet and glistening from the shower, she looked truly beautiful. I knew I mustn’t get distracted though; I had a job to do for Master. I poured shampoo into my hand and began to lather her long blonde hair. When it was rinsed I turned off the shower I took a large towel and wrapped it around X, gently rubbing her dry. Master had always been a loving and caring Master to me and I hoped I could be the same to X. I had often heard Master say you could only get the best from your slaves by making them feel loved and them wanting nothing more than to please you; I knew that he was right.
When X was warm and dry I instructed her to kneel as I had earlier shown her.
“From now on X” I explained “you will only wear skirts not trousers, and you will never wear panties. Master and Mistress must have free access to you at all times. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress.” X mumbled.
“You will speak clearly when Mistress asks you a question” I reprimanded her. “Now, what did you say?”
“Yes Mistress.” She spoke clearly this time.
“Good” I praised and smiled down at X. “Now get yourself dressed and I will be waiting for you in the lounge. You have precisely 10 minutes. If you are a moment longer you will be punished on Sunday with ten strokes of the cane for every minute you are late. Now go and get ready.”
I could see a look of panic in X’s eyes and could see she was desperate to speak but didn’t dare question me. I decided on this occasion to be merciful as Master was to me when I first began my training.
“Is there something you wished to ask me X?” I said.
X hesitated for a moment then spoke. “I don’t have a watch Mistress; I will not know when 10 minutes is up.”
“Then you’d better hurry” I replied, and with that I left the room to wait in the lounge.

12.
Twelve minutes later X arrived in the lounge. I did not tell her how long she had been, or that it would mean an extra twenty strokes of the cane come Sunday. I thought it would do her good to worry about it until then, wondering how much of a caning her virgin behind would receive! It would also serve as a good reminder that a good slave must always be aware of time if they are to serve their master or mistress well.

To be continued.........
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