Rent? Or Return

[Blue Dolphin]

Closed for KaosMom and I
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OOC.
Dillard Brandon, 43 year old divorcee, and Dom.
6 foot, black hair, dark piercing eyes, with an athletic build.

IC

So there I was, waiting in the airport, at 2.30PM on Tuesday afternoon, for someone I did not know, and had never seen before.

Two years ago, I had sold my business, and gone to live out in the country. At first it had been great, the peace and solitude were wonderful, after my hectic business life.
Then I began to miss things, especially my social life, at the BDSM club, where I had been one of the premier Dom`s.
But out here, there was no such thing, the rural life being just that, very rural. I sought the advice of a fellow Dom, and he put me onto an Internet site, where one could rent a slave.
I was dubious at first, but did follow it up, contacting the site owners, and making enquiries.Discovering among other things, that I could rent a sex slave, for one calendar month, at a cost of 5,000 dollars. One thousand to be paid in advance, once the slave arrived I would have 48 hours to decide if I was keeping her, and to pay the balance. Or to pay her return journey, and send her back to them.

I would receive no information about her, no photographs, nothing, this was to protect the integrity of the site they said. So I paid up, and received my instructions.

“Wait at the arrivals gate at 2.30PM, with a placard around my neck, saying “Paid In Full”, and when she arrived, she would contact me, with a contract that had to be signed and returned, if I accepted her.”

And there I stood, waiting.

 

[KaosMom]

OCC:

Alexandra Slovenian
Long blond hair and blue eyes – 28 year old – professional slave
Short at only 5’4” but voluptuous with heavy breasts, a small waist and nicely curved legs and hips.

IC:

Alexandra fiddled nervously with the heavy platinum bracelets she wore. They were screwed in place with golden screws and could only be removed by the special tool locked away in the briefcase stored in the overhead compartment. She longed for the safety of her cage, but she had been assigned this job, and would do her best to comply with this man’s every wish.

She just hoped he’d be worth it. She’d been sorely disappointed on other assignments. She’d had her fill of men who were weak, and thought that paying money for a girl made them powerful. She signed and shook her head, and told herself to stop being foolish. A true master may be out there, but the chance of one being the type who rented a slave was slim. But one could always hope.

As the plane was coming in for a landing she brushed out her long blond hair and adjusted the velvet choker she was wearing. It was of a dark royal blue; matching her dress, and made her feel safer while she was out here and not allowed to wear her collar. The plane landed with a gentle bump and once it had stopped she stood and removed the briefcase from the overhead compartment. It was nice that they always had her fly first class when she went on these assignments, even though it was for the customer’s convenience, not hers. For some reason men who paid her employer's fees didn't like waiting until the rabble was let off the plane.

As she departed the plane, she threw the brush into a nearby trashcan. The only thing she was allowed to bring with her was the clothes she had on, and the case. Smoothing her knee-length dress, she walked out looking for the man who was supposed to meet her. She had a lump in her throat; the uncertainty of this moment was always the hardest. She’d heard horror stories of girls whose prospective masters had chickened out at the last minute and left the poor slave to fend for herself. She shuddered at the thought and looked around for the man she was supposed to meet.

It didn’t take her long to see him. He’d stand out in any crowd. She smiled softly as she stopped and looked at him, noting that even in the crowded room, he had space around him. This is promising, she thought to herself, and then realized she was making him wait for no good reason and briskly walked straight toward him.

When she saw that she had caught his eye, she glanced down at the sign he was wearing and then back up at his face. She was sure he was the one, but the formalities must be met. “Sir,” she said softly stepping in close and pitching her rich contralto voice low to keep out prying ears, “Are you Dillard Brandon?" Even though he hadn't responded, his mere presence caused her to drop her eyes to the floor as she had been taught. But even with this slip of protocol, she managed to get out the rest of the required message. “If so, my employers have sent me with the contract for that business arrangement you discussed.”

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I knew that this was her, the very moment that I set my eyes upon her. She had a certain poise, unmissable to one who follows the lifestyle. The proud way that she carried herself, aligned with the submissiveness that was obvious to the trained eye. The royal blue collar, disguised as a choker setting the seal on her appearance.
She approached, catching my eye momentarily, in a moment of allowable discretion, considering the circumstances.

“Are you Dillard Brandon? If so, my employers have sent me with the contract for that business arrangement you discussed.”

"I am he" I replied, without moving, and slowly looking over her, taking in all that I could see.

"The car is this way"

Turning on my heel, I strode off towards the car park, hearing her hurrying to keep pace with me. Upon reaching the Mercedes, I opened the trunk, and waited while she loaded her luggage, then instructed her to sit in the back.
The Peer Gynt Suite was still in the CD player, and, quite appropriately, yet unplanned, the Hall Of The Mountain King was playing.A fortuituous message to my slave I wondered?
After clearing the suburbs, and starting along the country road leading to my home, I lowered the volume, and spoke to her.

"My name, from now on, is immateial to you, you will only refer to Me as Sir, Master, or My Lord, when in My presence. For at least the next 48 hours, and possibly longer, you are Mine, to use, and to abuse, I see fit.
You will remain silent at all times, unless I give you expressed permission to speak.
You will be My slave, My slut, My whore, My bitch, My fucktoy, indeed, you will be whatsoever that I wish you to be, without question.
I have no doubt that there will be occasions when punishment is required. When that happens, you will thank Your Lord, not only for the punishment, but also for showing you the error of your ways.

As to your name, forget it even exists while you are here. When I take full posession of you, I will provide your given name, a name that will be sacrosanct in My household."

I turned into the driveway, as I finished speaking. Leaving the vehicle, and waiting while she unloaded her luggage, I bade her to follow me into the lounge.

"I will now look at the diocumentation, while you prepare yourself. Sir will inspect you, intimately, to ascertain the suitably of your body, and your state of arousal."

 

[KaosMom]

He didn’t look or act like a officer of the law, she thought to herself as she silently followed him out to his vehicle. The company had been having a few problems with the laws of some of the countries they sent their slaves to. She wasn’t sure about the laws here, but as long as she followed her instructions, it shouldn’t matter. All documentation was innocuous, and only those who knew what they were renting would understand its true meaning. All she had to do was for him to flatly state what I was paying for, and she’d have no worries.

He had her place the briefcase in the trunk and then get in the back seat of the car. This one may actually be worth it. She thought to herself, her hands primly on her lap and her eyes downcast. His words during the trip filled her with joy, but did not allow any of her emotions to show on her face. She was only allowed to express what her master wished. His words sealed the deal, taking away her last obligation to the company until she was returned to them.

She got the case and followed him inside. Once we had entered what looked like some kind of lounge he looked at me and said, "I will now look at the documentation, while you prepare yourself. Sir will inspect you, intimately, to ascertain the suitably of your body, and your state of arousal." With a nod, she walked over and placed the case in front of him. From the outside pocket, she removed the folder containing the standard one month contract. This pocket also contained her passport and medical documentation. With in increase in airport security, it was necessary to have records showing her implant.

Handing him the contract, she walked over to the center of the room and removed her simple slip-on shoes, setting them neatly aside, and then pulled her full-skirted dress over her head, revealing that she was total naked underneath. She carefully folded the dress and set it aside, and then with a bit of a shudder, reached up and removed the choker, and set it with the rest of her clothes. She then stood in the classic position, legs shoulder-width apart, her hands behind her head and her eyes looking at the floor and awaited his desires.

RENTAL TERMS AND CONDITIONS:

1. RENTAL PERIOD: The Item is rented on a monthly basis. The rental period shall commence on the date the Company ships the Item to the Customer.

2. RENT: The Customer shall pre-pay the deposit required by Company policies prior to shipment of the Item. Once the Item arrives, Customer has 48 hours in which to decide whether to continue with the monthly rental of ship the Item back t the Company.

A. If Customer chooses to ship Item back within the 48 hour period, then the Customer will be responsible for all associated shipment costs – in that same manner and method in which the Item was shipped to him.

B, If the Customer chooses to keep the Item for the full month, then the rest of the fee must be received by the company prior to the end of the 48 hours. Failure to do so will result in the Item being re-possessed and a full-month's charges being incurred by the Customer.

3. DELIVERY AND RETURN: All Items are shipped via air-carrier. Customer must return Item to the Company in good operating conditions, normal wear and tear excepted. Failure to do so will result in prosecution under the full extent of the law.

4. OWNERSHIP. USE: The Item shall remain the property of the Company and is provided to the Customer solely on a rental basis without any option to purchase unless such an option is granted during an active Rental Period and explicitly set forth in writing by Customer, for return written acknowledgement by the Company. All Items owned by the Company have been installed with permanent identification codes and GSP tracking. Customer shall not remove, sublease, rent, transfer, assign, sell, alter or modify any Item without the Company's prior written consent.

5. SAFEKEEPING: Customer is responsible for the safekeeping of all Items and shall bear the risk of any loss, theft, or damage of the Item for not less than the replacement cost of the item. All Items not returned to the Company shall be charged to Customer at double replacement cost.

RENTAL CONVERSION TO PURCHASE TERMS AND CONDITIONS
Provided that a current Rental Agreement is in effect, Customer may have a purchase option hereunder; and be entitled to purchase the Item, pursuant to the applicable terms and conditions that follow.

NOTE: not all items are available to purchase. If you believe you may be interested in exercising this option, contact the company to establish whether the item you are currently renting is a purchasable item before proceeding.

1. PURCHASE NOTIFICATION: To exercise the purchase option, Customer must notify the Company in writing of rental conversion to purchase and complete the conversion process during an effective Rental Period.

2. PURCHASE PRICE: The price shall be determined by the company, and is non-negotiable.

3. RENTAL FEES APPLICABLE TO PURCHASE: No more than two (2) months rental fees may be applied toward the purchase price, and then only if purchase is formally ordered during an active Rental Period.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

While being aware of the slave, I ignored her actions, as I very carefully read the contract.
It was quite straitforward, and very businesslike, also I was pleased to see that there was a purchase option, should I require one.

Switching on my pc, I scanned the agreement after signing it, and sent it to the owners by fax. The deed was done, and she was mine, well, for 48 hours at least. All that was needed now, was for me to find out if she was suitable, and that she did meet all of my requirements.

Turning from the computer, I walked across, to where she now stood, naked, and available. I stood before her, looking at her round firm breasts, the nipples a little engorged.
Her waist almost tiny, in comarison to her breasts, leading down to her curvacious hips and legs. I noted with pleasure, the cpmplete absence of pubic hair.

Moving to her rear, I examined her back, no scars from whipping, smooth skin, and a nicely rounded, yet firm butt. Stepping back, I leaned forward a little, to take hold of her ass cheeks, spreading them, and looking at her little star button.

Again I moved closer, before slowly dragging a fingernail from her neck, to her butt, down her spine. Feeling every vertebrae in my journey. A little shudder, almost omperceptible, was her only reaction.

Sliding my hand under her butt, I let my fingers run between her lips, and yes, as I required, she was moist.
Taking hold of her hair with my free hand, I slipped a finger inside her pussy, feeling the heat there, as I pulled her hair, hard, forcing her head back.

"Are you a horny little bitch slut, in need of a good fucking, Sir wants to know. Wants to hear you talk like a fucking whore.
So bitch? Are you?"

 

[KaosMom]

She stood still, relaxing; comforted in the fact she no longer had to worry. He was now in charge and that was the way she liked it… The way she needed it. Her heart raced and she could feel the wetness forming between her legs as she listened to him move around the room.

Then he walked over to her and she found her muscles tensing involuntarily. This was the moment of truth, what kind of man was he? Forcing her breath to remain steady, and her body to relax, she waited for what he would do. When he finally touched her, she found herself involuntarily bending her knees slightly and lifting her ass toward him, to give him a better vantage point.

The claw down her back made her want to purr in pleasure, but she had been told to be silent, and silent she would be. Then he reached for her sex and she almost whimpered in need at the gentle, searching touch. She could feel her swollen outer lips ooze open of their own accord, inviting him deeper. Then to my delight he grabbed my hair and slid a finger inside me. I wanted to beg and plead for more, but I hadn’t been…

“Are you a horny little bitch slut, in need of a good fucking, Sir wants to know. Wants to hear you talk like a fucking whore. So bitch? Are you?"

Permission!!! She finished. “Yes Master.” She gasped tightening her inner muscles down on his finger, “I’m a horny bitch in need of a good fucking! Please Master! Please! Please fuck me now! I want to feel you inside of me! Please! Please!!!” She was almost sobbing as her over-excited sex tried to draw him in deeper. She held to position but was trembling from the effort. She wanted to drop to her hands and knees and lift her ass in the air for him. She wanted to be taken. Needed to be taken, and she didn’t care how!

Suddenly it hit her; she was still wearing the bracelets. She was supposed to act like this when... But he ordered her to... But she wasn't supposed too... She started trembling as her mind tried desperately to sort out the conflict. She decided that her obedience to her owners had been nullified upon the signing of the document, and went back to pleading and begging for him to use her.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“Yes Master. I’m a horny bitch in need of a good fucking! Please Master! Please! Please fuck me now! I want to feel you inside of me! Please! Please!!!”

Her words pleased me, this was not forced, not something to try to pacify her new Master. I smiled to myself, as I pulled my fingers from her almost pulsating sex, and slipped them between her other lips.

Your Lord is aroused slut, His cock is hard and throbbing, but, now is not the time. Your Lord has a protocol, a procedure, for the taking of ownership of a new slave.
A protocol that requires the taking of all three holes, and of vows being made by His slave.
A procewdure when complete, that leaves both parties in no doubt as to all the relationship requirements.
Shortly I will....."

I was interrupted, by a fax message coming into my PC. leaving her, I walked to the PC, and opened the fax, it was from her employers, I read the first few words, then turned, and spoke to her.

You may rest on the floor, this may take a while."

The gist of the fax, was that I was to open the briefcase, that she had brought with her, using the combination number that her employers had just provided.
Lifting the briefcase onto the table, I turned the barrels, and lined up all six numbers, before depressing the catch.

 

[KaosMom]

When he pulled his hand from me, I almost began to cry. What had I done wrong, was he displeased…? What was the…"Your Lord is aroused slut, His cock is hard and throbbing, but, now is not the time. Your Lord has a protocol, a procedure, for the taking of ownership of a new slave." I should have known. There were always ritual – the dark dance of ownership and submission that the rest of the world may not understand, but was an integral part of the life in which we both lived.

I felt a fire burn through me at this; hungry to learn what it was that he demanded and as he started explaining further I could hardly still my trembling at the thought of… What was that? I glimpsed over at him as he walked away, keeping my head bowed, but using my peripheral vision to see what was going on. He went to his computer and did something, I knew, or cared, not.

With an odd raise of his eyebrow he glanced over at me and said, "You may rest on the floor, this may take a while."

Sighing inside, I sank to the ground. Since he had said, "rest" instead of sit still, I began to perform a series of asanas (or yoga moves) designed for me by my owners. The moves had been created to help me stretch and relax my muscles keeping me limber and readying me for whatever happened next. Once I made it through the moves without being asked to stop by my new master, I folded myself into full lotus and began my breathing exercises. The only thing interfering with my inner peace was the heavy weight of the platinum and gold bracelets as they rested against the bare flesh on my inner thighs.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Upon opening the briefcase, I discovered an envelope, addressed to myself.
Quickly opening the envelope, I discovered a letter, wiat a small key attached to it.


Dear Mr Brandon.


The attached key will unlock the "bracelets" that our employee is wearing – until those are removed, she is mentally in “travel mode” – making it harder (but not impossible) for her to respond properly to you. We do this to all slaves who travel unaccompanied – to make them behave in an appropriate manner, until such time as the bracelets are removed. We would ask that they are replaced for the return journey, if you do not keep the slave.

You will also find here your slaves personal custom fitted collar, cuffs and restraint belt - just in case you do not posess any.

A full file on her - medical, and psychological - Her full medical file, is enclosed. Please note, the minor scar on the slaves hip, relates to the tracking device that we had fitted.
Her psychological file contains any problems that we have encountered with her and any Key-words that she been taught to respond to.

A small toiletry kit containing tooth brush and paste, shampoo, razors, shaving cream, for her personal use are enclosed, plus a selection of "sex toys", which may be suitable for your purposes, they are yours to keep.

Due to the proensity of some of our customers, for ripping off, and destroying our slaves clothing, we no longer provide this facility.

There was no date, signature, or company name, which did not really surprise. A company of this nature needed to retain its anonymity.
Taking hold of the key, I called her over to me.

"Come here, and hold out your wrists slave."

 

[KaosMom]

"Come here, and hold out your wrists slave."

I immediately slipped out of lotus and gracefully rose to my feet. I’d heard him open the briefcase and was hopeful I knew what he wanted. I shuddered in release as he removed the heavy metal bracelets. I kept my hands in position, hoping and praying he did not intend to leave me naked like this, but to my dismay he simply gather up some of the items from the case and said, “Get your things and follow me.”

I scurried over and picked up the dress, shoes and choker and turned to follow him. My skin goosepimply from walking around in a strange house naked, but he was the Master. He led me up a set of stairs and to a heavy wooden door, opening it, he motioned me through. I looked around; the room was large with a king-sized 4-poster bed, a clothes cupboard, a small writing desk and an over-stuffed chair over near a window. The hardwood of the mahogany floors glowed from frequent polishing and the paneling of the walls was just as magnificent. I glanced over at the cupboard, down at the clothes in my arms and then over at him.

“Yes,” he stated flatly, “You can put them away in there. But you are not to touch them again until you leave or I give you permission.” I nodded in acknowledgement and quickly did as he said, the lone dress looking strange in the large empty space.

I glanced out the window, quickly taking in the expanse of garden the grounds, but I could not bear to be near it long. All that open space, and me standing here unprotected. I shuddered and looked back over at him. Hoping he realized how uncomfortable this was making me and how much worse my performance was going to be if… Oh well, he’s the Master. I chided myself. He will do as he wants – and you will do as you’re told.

“The bathroom is through here.” He told me gesturing to a door in the western wall. “Put these away.” He ordered me, handing me my personal care items.

I hurried through the door and put my things away in the small cabinet on the wall, and then returned to him. Wondering, and hoping, for what was going to happen next. “This will be your room while you stay here.” He told me.

My room? I wondered, remembering my small cage back home. What in the world am I going to do in all this space. Oh. Maybe he has this room set up to use me in – then it would make sense that I stay here. With these delicious thoughts running through my head, I turned toward him and assumed the standard standing position, awaiting his commands.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Finally she assumed the submissive position, awaiting whatever I might desire. I noticed that the light from the window gave her hair a silky sheen, which set of her ivory skin well.

"Your empoloyers inform me that they do not provide clothing, for very understandable reasons I might add. At some stage tomorrow, I will choose and order what I consider to be appropriate attire for a slave. You will of course contribute, as far as sizes are concerned anyway.

As I said, this is your room, where you will spend any free time that I may permit you to have. You will sleep here, unless I require you in the Master bedroom, or the Dungeon.

When I leave, you will open the writing desk, where you will see three collars. One black leather, one brown suede, and one purple velvet. They are all brand new, you will choose what you consider to be the appropriate one for your position. The collar that you do choose, will determine your punishment.

Punishment for not falling to your knees, to kiss Sir`s feet, and thank him for your beautiful room.

One hour from now, wearing only your collar, you will crawl, on all fours, to my feet in the lounge, and await my pleasure."

Turning, I left, closing the door behind me, letting her ponder her immediate future.

 

[KaosMom]

I listened to his words, still confused about being given a room and a bed to sleep in. At the mention of a Dungeon, I shivered slightly in anticipation, but quelled those thoughts as he went on to talk about collars. At last! Punishment? What did I… Oh My God! I'd been so distracted by the idea of a room that I completely forgot to thank him for it.

I prostrate myself on the floor, but remained silent. He had not given me permission to speak. An hour? I thought. "There are no clocks… 1, 2, 3, I started silently counting to myself, as I heard the door shut behind him, determined not to make yet another mistake.

The slow litany of passing seconds running through my mind, I rose to my feet, and walked over and opened the desk. Appropriate for my position? I thought looking down at them. I shook my head, but began to look over the three collars. Picking up the velvet one, I thought back to the strange, gentle master's I'd served over the years. Men who seemed more interested in my companionship that my servitude. I sat the collar back down, while I have been highly trained as a companion, with instruction in everything from art history to current events, he did not seem like he really wanted someone to talk to.

Still counting, I picked up the suede collar and raised it to my nose to take a deep sniff of the new-leather smell. I closed my eyes and reveled in the way that scent made my body react, my already perky nipples hardened into painful points of need, my skin flushed and I my sex flooded in anticipation of what was to come. I ran my hands over the softness of the suede and thought about the masters who had given me such collars. They had mostly been men who wanted a pet, some cute little creature that they could order about, and would wag its tail when they called. I shook my head and laid this collar down as well. If this man had wanted a pet, he'd have gotten himself a dog. No, he wanted a slave, and that was the role I was sent here to fill.

Picking up the leather collar, I admired the weight of the thing. Now this is a slave's collar, I thought to myself, rubbing my fingers over the stiffness of the edges and thinking about how much it was going to rub and chafe until I managed to soften it with my own heat and sweat. I lifted this one to my face and kissed it lightly before I took a deep breath of its scent. The leather smell was much stronger on this piece, as was to be expected, and that coupled with the feel of it in my hands made me moan in eagerness. I petted it lightly, being careful to do nothing to flex or in any other way soften the leather. I kissed it again softly, closed the desk and sat this collar on the top,

Still having over a half-an-hour to wait, I ran through a couple of Yoga postures to make sure I'd removed all muscle kinks before I went down to him. I'd hate to be unable to achieve a position he wished just because I'd forgotten to stretch. That done, I went into the bathroom and cleansed myself thoroughly, being very careful to not to pleasure myself while I did so.

After I was clean, I picked up the collar and fastened it tightly around my neck, I hated putting a collar around my own neck, but this was part of the punishment. As I had suspected, the edges were a bit… intense, but nothing more than I'd experienced before, Heck I'd once had a Master who made we wear an unlined wrought iron collar. It had taken my owners three months to remove the last of the marks I'd gotten from that. I stopped and checked out the way it looked and smiled. While a Master may like it when his slaves are disheveled after they are done with her, I'd yet to meet one who didn't want their slaves looking good before they started on them. I nodded lightly to myself, the black seemed to go well with my skin, and the collar was the right width for my long neck. I moved my head around. The stiffness of the leather limited my movements, but nothing I couldn't force past if need be.

I stood at the door and wondered what he was going to do to me as I counted down the last ten minutes of my confinement. Would it be something as simple as a whipping, or something more intense? My mind roved over the things that had been done to me over my life. The beatings, the spankings, the things placed within me, or upon me. Clamps… ice… melted wax… I'd enduring, and mostly enjoyed it all.

Counting down the last seconds, I dropped to my hands and knees and reached up and opened the door. I crawled out and closed the door behind me, being careful not to let is slam. Crawling down the hallway toward him, my heart began to race again, and I my sex was almost dripping by the time I reached the stairs. I've always hated crawling downstairs head first, but didn't even consider turning around and doing it the easy way. By the time I reached the bottom, I was trembling. While I could endure anything, I dreaded the uncertainty of what type of punishment a new Master would inflict.

Reaching the door of the lounge, I glanced around enough to locate him, and then dropped my head, feeling the harsh leather of the new collar bite in as I did so. I crawled to him as fast as I could, and prostrate myself at his feet. My forehead on the floor, my hands behind my head and my ass held high in the air with my knees held far enough apart to provide him full access.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Hearing her enter, I remained silent, breathing slowly, as I sat naked in my chair.
I watched as she almost scampered across the room, to my position, before subjugating herself for my pleasure.

I leant forward, sliding my hand down her back, and over her ass cheeks. Seeking the treasures between them, my finger first grazing her asshole, and then her pussy. Her dripping wet pussy, the lips feeling swollen, as my finger slipped between them, and into her love hole. She responded, unable to help herself at this intrusion into her needful sex.
I knew it, and she knew it also.

"I see that My slut would like to cum, but i also note that she holds back, as is correct. You wil only come when I wish it, or when I command it, with the singular utterance of cum. There is no need for you to answer, you know the rules slave."

Withdrawing from her, I licked her juices from my digit, and smiled at the delights that this afforded to me.

"Back to the business of the hour now, I see that you chose the leather collar. I tell you now, the choice of the velvet collar, would have resulted in you being hogtied, and left on your room floor until the morning.
The suede collar? A severe flogging on My St. Andrews Cross.
And the leather collar brings this slave, your punishment for not thanking Your Lord for his hospitality."

Raising my flogger high, I made a perfect strike between her ass cheeks, the fronds connecting admirably with her pussy.
A muffled gasp, was followed bu a barely audible "Thank You Sir."
And this continued with each of the following four strikes to her ass cheeks.
Five hard strikes in all, as her punishment.

Laying the flogger down, and not giving her time to reflect upon either her error, or her pain, I spoke again.

"Your Lord has a task for you, for he too wishes to be clean shaven in the genital area, when he takes you completely. At the side of my chair, is a bowl of warm water, and the necessary equipment for the task.
You will shave Your Lord, but, and there is always a but, whatever the situation in life, never forget that slave.
But, you may only use one finger to touch or move Sir`s cock. You may not lick it, kiss it, dont even brush it with your hair, for that will incur my wrath.
And whatever command I decide to utter during the shaving, will be completed exactly, and implicitly, as soon as the words leave Sir`s lips. You may begin."

 

[KaosMom]

I lay there, shivering as his hands explored my body, his gentle touches bringing the fires within me to full force and making me moan and quiver and my lips to spread themselves wide in anticipation of more. Even as he spoke of punishment, my body was still hoping for... The agony of the leather strands striking my fully opened pussy made me gasp, but I remembered his commands and thanked him for showing me the error of my ways. Then I heard the stands coming for me again, and almost forgot myself and closed my legs to protect my throbbing sex. I was so terrified of this next strike that it almost felt like a caress when it hit my ass cheek instead. I moaned out my thanks as the heat of the strike spread and the pain bloomed with it. Three more strikes, each one vicious and well-placed, but I sobbed out my thanks as he avoided my burning pussy lips.

I heard him set the cruel implement aside and shivered as I imagined what would come next. A task? I thought to myself, listening closely to his words. Shaving. Good. I thought to myself, I've had experience shaving males and knew how to do it right. One finger? Damn. That would make it hard. A man's balls tended to winkle up as they were worked on, and that made it very easy to nick the delicate flesh. The only real way around this was to hold it taunt with the palm of one hand, while shaving with the other.

At the phrase "You may begin." I sat up from my prostrate position and reached for the tools even as the pain shot through me from my abused flesh. Ignoring it, I arranged the items within easy reach. A razor, shaving soap and a brush, a pair of small scissors and a wash cloth.

I moved in between his spread legs and ignoring the pain, settled into the classic kneeling slave position while I surveyed his genital region. Just think about the job you have to do. I told myself sternly and my wanton eyes noted his half-erect member. Tearing my gaze away, I continued with my visual inspection and began formulating a plan of attack. He was sitting father back in the chair than I needed, but I had not been given permission to talk, so I simply placed both my hands behind his knees and tugged gently, trying to get my point across. "Do you need me to scoot forward slave?" he growled.

I nodded yes, keeping my head bowed.

He moved forward enough to let his balls swing free, which was what I needed. I turned and picked up the scissors and began trimming away the hair as close as possible to the skin as I could. Paying close attention to the hairs on the underside of the scrotum and the one that liked to hide at the base of the shaft. Not wanting to give him any excuse for more punishment, I didn't even breathe when I was close to his penis. I worked as quickly as I could while still doing a thorough job.

The trimming done, I looked at him again. I knew I'd better start with his balls if I wanted to have a chance to do this without hurting him. I wet the brush and worked up a good lather in the soap and then started to apply it to him when I stopped. This wouldn't do. I knew instinctively that the minute those soft bristles touched him, I'd have a much harder job ahead of me. Instead I transferred the suds over to my left hand and applied them that way – trying to avoid any actual contact with my hands and his skin. That done, I picked up the razor and swiped it up across his delicate flesh, and was please at how well it worked. I knew it would take at least three more times to actually manage to clear all the hair away because of the twisted growth pattern found in a male's genital region. I quickly finished with the upward strokes and was happy to note that he didn't wrinkle up as much as I had been worried about. I lathered and shaved his testicals two more times, but decided to move onto something else before finishing the final shave.

Clearing the area around his penis and balls wasn't hard, and I had that finished in a jiffy, but my new master had been enjoying the attention and his member now stood at full mast. I stopped and surveyed it before progressing. He had a line of hair running up the underside of the thing, as well as those annoying ones at the base, and I knew that this was probably going to be the most difficult part of this assignment. I again worked up a good lather and began applying it to his turgid shaft, being careful to use only one finger to do so, as I'd been ordered.

Once he was thoroughly lathered up, I placed the index finger on the bottom of the shaft, just under the head, and pushed it up toward his stomach. Taking the razor, I began very, very carefully and gently removing the hair along the vein. Once I had that done, I took care of what hairs I could reach at the base with him in this position. I shifted him, first to the left, and then right, giving me access to most of the rest of his hair. I then let go, and used his erect penis’s natural tendency to stand out in front of him to my advantage as I finished with the hairs at the top of the base.

All that was left was a check for any hairs that had pointed the wrong way when I came through before. I found a few patches on his balls and one on the right side of his groin. Taking care of them, I dunked the washcloth in the water and turned back and started cleaning him off, the balls and the rest of the groin was easy, but I just couldn’t figure out how to clean is manhood without touching it. I looked up at my master and then down at his penis, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Impressed as I was with the way that she had completed her task, it was far too early in the relationship for praise. Resumning my normal seating position, I spoke to her again.

"So now my slut has seen, and touched, albeit with one finger only, her Masters penis.The same penis that soon will impale her, and deliver her body unto Him.
For the preparations have now begun, and the culmination of your possesion approaches slave. I hope that this fact excites you, for soon, very soon, I will seek proof of that fact. Now stand, and place your left foot between my thighs."

She complied immediately, and picking up the small velvet bag from beside my chair, I removed a soft leather ankle strap, with a leash ring attached to it. After fastening the strap, I motioned her to now raise her other foot instead, for the second ankle strap. This was followed by two wrist straps, all with the attached leash ring.

"Place one of the towels on the floor, in front of me, and sit on, leaning back, supported by your arms, and with your legs spread. I desire to see your sex."

I watched a she assumed the required position, and gazed for a moment at her wetness, the many shades of pink, and how it glistened. Taking hold of my cock, I instructed her to watch me, as I stroked its full length slowly. Eventually squuezing a droplet of precum from the tip. Noticing the subtle change in her gaze, and how she shifted fractionally, I spoke to her, louder than before, in a very authoritarian voice.

"Cum slave, NOW"

 

[KaosMom]

I threw my head back and cried out as my body responded immediately to his command. My body first twitched and shook as the waves of pleasure swept over me. My face wearing the strange look of pain and pleasure that every human wore at a time like this, my mouth was held open wide gulping for air between each new outcry as I crested higher and higher until I screamed out as the last, almost unbearable wave shoved me bodily up and over my own crest. I could feel the deep pulses of my orgasm as my insides virtually erupted with waves of wetness, soaking the towel beneath me. I pulled my head back forward and looked my master in the eyes as I moan and babbled out my thanks.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I smiled unwittingly, at the strength and power of my sluts orgasm. Watching in admiration, as her honey wine flowed, gushing from her sex in a torrent.
I made a mental note, that onetime I would have a Royal Stuart lead crystal whisky glass handy, there was scope here, much scope indeed.

I waited a few minutes in silence, musing over what I had just seen, and the instant reaction to my command. Finally, I stood, and told her to follow me, to my room, which she dutifully did, two paces behind, and to the right.

The lights were lowered, but still amplified by the overhead mirror over my bed, the black silk sheets looking magnificent against the deep red pillows.
The dark walnut panelling around the room positively glowing.

I moved to my antique leather armchair, and sat, while she waited dutifully in the doorway, eyes downcast.

It is time slave, you will kneel before me, as I sit here, and make your vow of total allegiance and obedienceto Your Lord. Telling me exactly what I want to hear, until I give the signal.
The signal that I will first take your mouth.
At all times during this taking, you will look upon me, and meet my gaze.
Begin."[/i]

 

[KaosMom]

I swiftly entered the room and knelt before him in the classic slave position. Not sure if he wanted me to look at him while I talked, but believing he wanted to be able to see the truth of my words in my eyes. I shyly looked up at him and said, “I am but a slave master, a tool for my owners to use as they may, but I swear to you that I give myself to you totally. My body and my mind are yours to command, as is your right. But more than that, I wish to be here. With all my heart I desire to be whatever you want me to be, for you are a man worth serving.” Tears sprang to my eyes as I continued, “If you wish to do no more than beat me, or leave me tied like a dog in your garden, then I will rejoice in it, for I will be serving your will and that is my greatest desire.”

 

[Blue Dolphin]

“I am but a slave master, a tool for my owners to use as they may, but I swear to you that I give myself to you totally.
My body and my mind are yours to command, as is your right.
But more than that, I wish to be here. With all my heart I desire to be whatever you want me to be, for you are a man worth serving.
If you wish to do no more than beat me, or leave me tied like a dog in your garden, then I will rejoice in it, for I will be serving your will and that is my greatest desire.”

I kept my eyes locked on hers, throughout the entire length of this slave`s vow.
I saw the tears, but, but, more importantly, I saw the truth in her words.

"Forget your owners now slave, for the next month, they cease to exist in your life, for you now belong to I, Your Lord and Master.

And now slave, you will take the second step of your posession, by pleasuring your Master to orgasm, with your mouth and hands.
You will accept Sir`s gift of his seed gratefully, swallowing every drop.
But first, you must remove the harsh leather collar that you chose, Sir wishes you to be uncollared for the process.
You will receive Sir`s gift of a new collar, and a new name,after, and if, you survive your taking."

Shifting my hips forward, to the edge of the seat, I nodded to the slave, signifying my approval for her to begin.

 

[KaosMom]

“Thank you master.” I said softly as I lowered my hands to remove the collar. Scooting forward I kissed it lightly and sat it up on the table beside him. I then turned and looked at him, licking my lips in anticipation as my hands reached out and began gently exploring him. Then I leaned forward and began kissing and licking up and down his shaft and then across his balls. Taking them gently in my mouth, I suckled them for a moment, savoring their smoothness. Releasing them, I start licking my way back up his turgid shaft him as one of my hands took over the stimulation of his scrotum.

Reaching the head, I swirled my tongue of its sensitive surface before finally taking it in my mouth. Holding my lips tight around it and swirling my tongue as I went, I worked my way down onto his cock until my nose was pushed tight against his smooth belly and the head of his penis was lodge deep in my throat. I paused and then slid back off of him, slowly, making sure he felt what my tongue and lips were doing, sliding my free hand up to stimulated the shaft as my mouth moved off of it. I gave him few more slow, deep strokes before I settled down to a more stimulating pace. I kept my eyes on his as much as possible, watching for any signs of pleasure or displeasure in what I was doing.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my head and forced me all the way down on him, not knowing what he was going to do next, I immediately dropped my hands to my sides. He looked down at me and said, “Look at me.” And then, with my head held firmly in position, he stood up and with a small shift of his pelvis, shoved himself even deeper into my throat, completely blocking off my air. He stood there for a moment, as if waiting to see if I’d fight, and then when I simply knelt and looked at him, he grabbed up two fistfuls of my hair and began brutally fucking my mouth. I did my best to keep my tongue moving along him, but his vicious thrusts made it almost impossible. Finally, I simply relaxed into his grip and allowed him to use me as he wished, doing what I could whenever I got a chance, but mostly simply submitting. As this abuse went on I marveled at my new master’s strength and control and felt the wetness almost dripping out of me as my well-trained body reacted to a true-master’s touch.

I felt him begin to tense and took as deep a breath as possible before he slammed himself deep into me again, bruising my lips in the process. He bent his knees slightly and ground his hips into my face as his precious fluid shot down my throat as I greedily gulped, stimulating the head of his cock where it was lodged deep in my throat and causing him to shoot even more of his seed into me. When at last he was done, and started to pull out of me, I frantically sucked and licked, making sure I’d cleaned every drop off of him before I let him go. As soon as he cleared my mouth I fell forward and kissed his feet, sobbing in joy and thanking him again and again for the gift of his precious bodily fluid.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Now her mouth was truly mine, I had fucked it hard, and given her the gift that she desired. I revelled in the sobs of joy, as she kissed my feet in thanks.

I waited, and resumed my seat, letting her rest for a minute or two.

Sit on the end of the bed, with your legs apart, and your feet on the floor."

As soon as she was in position, I knelt down, clipping the restraints to her heel straps. Pushing her back, so that she lay on her back, I placed a pillow under her hips, as she raised them up for me. Looking directly at her face, I slid a finger inside her, rubbing it back and forth slowly, her wetness rxacerbated by the recent orgasm she had.

Pulling free, I tasted, licking the nectar free, and then sucking on my digit. All the time my eyes locked on hers.

"Your arms, extend them now."

Walking to each side of the bed, I fastened restraints to her wrist straps. Now she was immobile, and I leaned over, kissing, then biting and pulling each nipple in turn, as my cock again started to swell. Moving away, I sat in my chair once more.

"Sir requires that you tell him about the first time you got eaten slave."

 

[KaosMom]

At his order to move, I rose from the floor and hurried over to the required site. He soon had my feet secured and my body positioned as he wished. Having learned his likes, I kept my eyes upon him. His touch made my blood boil and I could have easily cum from just this simple contact, but it wasn’t allowed, so all I could do was moan and twitch in response.

When he told me to expend my arms, I felt a wave of peace sweep over me. At last! I sighed inwardly as he fastened them into place. His explorations of my breasts made me moan and twitch even more, and I could see his response to the feel of my flesh and smiled.

When he moved away, I was confused, but I had already learned that much about this man was different from those I’d been sent to before. "Sir requires that you tell him about the first time you got eaten slave."

I blushed lightly, never before had a Master asked me such a question. I thought about if for a minute and said, “It was on my 18th birthday.”

I had been one of the lucky girls. I was raised in the home of my mother. She had been one of the favorites of the owner’s son, so she was allowed to keep me around as a reward. Now that didn’t mean I wasn’t treated and trained as a slave. From an early age I was taught the finer arts, music, dance, cards, and even current events and politics so I could be an entertaining companion for whoever rented me. And then there was the physical training, gymnastics and yoga to make my body strong and supple, and, of course, the art of pleasing a man with my hands or mouth, but my sex was never touched. In fact, even from childhood, my sex and ass was kept covered with a custom fitted hard plastic garment. I was allowed to be uncovered only to void myself, and to bathe but was forbidden to touch myself except for the necessities.

On my 18th birthday, a man came for me. I had known this day was coming, and I was absolutely terrified. I was being taken to the training center, and there I would be taught all that I’d only heard rumors about.

I had been instructed to stand in the center of the main hall and await his arrival. Many of the owners were standing around watching, as the trainer came walking in. He was a large man, with short-cropped brown hair and cold blue eyes. Walking up he glanced over at one of the owners who nodded their head. “Seems they have a bet going on you little girl.” He laughed as he reached a foot out and kicked my feet farther apart. To my shock and horror, he pulled out a key and unlocked my protective covering. I blushed brightly as he pulled it off of me in full view of the room. He frowned at my reaction, “You’re not a child anymore.” He stated coldly as he snapped it the covering in two and threw it aside.

“Where?” he asked of the owner who’d nodded to him.

“My desk,” he said pointing toward his office.

The trainer simply picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. Holding my legs wide apart he followed the owner to the room. He laid me on the hard wooden surface and positioned me with my feet flat on the table and my thighs spread wide. Opening a pack he had with him, he brought out some leather belts of varying sizes and soon had me tightly bound and positioned as he wished. I kept blushing brighter as my sex was exposed for everyone to see, but I also found myself feeling a strange tingling in my belly at the sensation of being uncovered.

The owners stood around and talked as he worked. One of them grinned as the trainer pulled me to the very edge of the desk and said, “I’m almost inclined to say the hell with the money and pierce that luscious little twat myself.”

The trainer said nothing in response, but instead sat in the desk chair and moved between my legs. “The bet gentlemen?” he asked.

“He thinks she’s a slut and will cum at the lightest touch. I think she’s gonna take some training.” One of the younger ones stated.

“Limits to what I’m allowed to do?” he asked.

“Well, she has to stay intact.” They laughed, “But other than that, have at her.”

“Time limit?” the trainer asked.

“Under three minutes.” One of the older owners said, looking down at me with a smile. Taking out a watch he moved over by my head and looked down into my eyes. “Look at me girl.” He said, and then pressed the stem of the watch and said, “Start!”

I shrieked as the trainer’s hands gently pulled open my outer lips and began exploring my virgin sex, but when his fingers found my clit, I froze, even forgetting to breathe for a moment. I could feel myself flood with wetness which caused the trainer to chuckle and look over at the younger owner. “You loose.” He whispered and then leaned forward and gently ran his tongue up across my hymen teasing the tiny opening and tasting the rush of fluid which was trying to get through. “I give her 30 seconds.” He laughed and then fastened his lips around my clit.

I shrieked again at this, I didn’t understand what was happening, but the sensations were overwhelming. Within seconds I could feel something starting to happen, but I didn’t know what it was and didn’t know if I was supposed to allow it. The owner who was watching me seemed to understand my dilemma and glanced over at the younger one. “Do you concede.” He said, pointing down at my convulsing body.

“Yeah.” The younger man said with a frown.

“Good,” the elder said, “Then we’ll run a test instead.” Looking down into my eyes he said, “You are not allowed to let yourself release until I say.”

I bit my lip and tears sprang to my eyes, but I whispered, “Yes Master,” And began fighting to control the raging torrent of sensation within me.

I don’t know how long this went on, it seemed like and eternity, but was probably only a matter of minutes before he said, “Good girl, you can let go now.”

I screamed and my body bucked and thrashed as the tsunami of ecstasy swept over me, crushing me beneath its weight, just as it was beginning to subside, my owner whispered, “Again.” I looked up at him in fear not knowing if I could do that again but found that by concentrating on the sensations of my fading orgasms combined with the sensations of his tongue on me I could send myself shooting back up and was crying out again within seconds.

“And again,” Another one stated as that wave began to subside. It was getting both easier and harder to obey, I now understood what they wanted of me, but my body was in agony from the demands I as putting upon it. I was beginning to loose consciousness from the strain, but through the fog I heard, “And again.” And fought to obey, as this last wave swept over me, it took me into blessed darkness.​

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I sat in silence, enthralled at the slaves words, and finding it to be one of the most erotic monologues that I had ever heard.

I knew of these "training farms", for want of a better phrase, but this was the first time that I had gained such uintimate knowledge of what actually happened there. It also showed me that I had chosen wisely, in going to this "hire company", they left nothing to chance, that was obvious.

I wanted her now, indeed, in other circumstances I would have pounced upon her, and fucked her wildly at least twice already. But this was her taking, her initiation into my ownership. A ritualistic event, and not one for wild abandoned fast fucking, not at all.

I got up, and approached, saying nothing about her words, I doubted that I needed to, my excitement must have been evident for her to see. Leaning over the end of the bed, I let my thumb roll back and forth across her clit, swollen and flushed as it was.

I leaned a little closer, breathing in deeply through my nose, sinking into the aroma`s of her, the juices, the orgasmic honey that stil coated her lips, and had run down to her ass. I licked her, slowly and purposefully, my hard tongue covering every spot that it could. Her outer lips, her asshole, her inner lips, and the entrance to her love hole.

I could feel her involuntary movements, almost subconsciously pulling against her restraints. She wanted to come, wanted it badly, I knew this, but I also knew exactly when I wanted that to happen.

Kneeling on the bed, I held my rigid shaft in my hand, precum leaking from the tip, and slowly rubbed it against her clit, looking at her, and whispering to her.

"the moment is here slave, Sir is about to take you, to make you His, your pussy will now be His, the moment that Sir enters you slave, the moment of your taking, you will come, hard and long, and your emotions will give vent. You will cry out all that has been bottled up, since the moment that you passed through Sir`s doorway."

Spreading her now greatly swollen labia, I held my cock at her entrance, and pushed, deep into My slave, right up to the hilt, while looking deep into her soul.

 

[KaosMom]

Telling the tale left me shaken. Seldom in my life have I had time to reflect upon the past. But I could see that it had… stirred him as well. I lay there and watched him walk toward me, wondering what he planned to do next, but I didn’t have long to wait. His touch sent waved of pleasure through my body but when he leaned over and lowered his face near my sex I almost whimpered in excitement and need.

Then his tongue touched me. Oh God! I could not help myself and my tightly-bound body tried to shift toward him, to get more of that blessed contact. I was so thankful for the restraints holding me in place. I concentrated of the feet of them pulling against my arms and legs, to help me keep form disobeying my master.

I watched him climb up onto the bed, hoping and praying that this time he'd finally… "The moment is here slave." He whispered and my heart leapt for joy, and then I became even more thankful at his next words. He was giving me permission to cum, more than that he was ordering me to. Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought, and I whispered, "Thank you Master for your kindness to this lowly slave."

And then he was in me. With one shove he plunged himself into the depths of my tight sex. My body responded immediately, and I as began to cry out from the feelings that swept over me, my inner muscles rippled against his member, showing him exactly what his touch was doing to me. As he began his first stroke, my hungry sex tried desperately to hold him within me, grasping at the flesh as it was pulled from me. But then he was back, harder and deeper than ever and I cried out again. The terror of the travel and the worry of what he was going to be like were all pushed away by the beating of his flesh into mine. Each stroke removed more of my fear and centered my entire existence on the here and now. I surrendered myself totally to him and nothing else mattered but the feel of his flesh inside mine.

My body convulsed at the sensation he was creating within me, crying, screaming, praising him to the heavens and I came again and again under his onslaught. I fought against the restraints, trying desperately to push myself tighter against him, to offer myself up before him, but he just smiled at my antics and continued to pound into my flesh. He never said a word, but his eyes remained fixed on mine. I held nothing back, forgetting about my owners, and everyone who'd ever had me. This was the one, the one who would hold my soul forever, even if he sent me away, I would be his until I died.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

The perfection of our union did not escape me, at my first thrust, her body responded.
Willingly, adoringly almost, as she screamed out her pleasure, our eyes locked, bodies, and minds in unison. I wanted it to last all night, to remember this moment of her taking. But of course, such things are beyond normal human endevour.
I slowed, thrusting a little easier with every stroke, until finally I withdrew.

"There is but one more task to complete tonight slave, Your Lord, has to take your final orifice, and make it His."

I moved away slightly, returning with a small bottle of lubricant, which I opened, and then poured some liquid onto my hands. Spreading her cheeks, I slowly spread the liquid around her final hole, probing it with a wet finger.
Then a second. Holding her open, and dribbling more inside, and using my fingers again. Opening her up, feeling her try to relax. Then I was ready.

"And now slave, the final act, I take your ass, making it, and you, Mine eternally."

Pressing my shaft against her, I eased the head inside, feeling her flinch almost, and grip me. I waited, letting her get used to the size, and to relax.
Another inch, and then another, slowly, deliberately, until I was fully immersed.

Our eyes locked once more, not this time the frantic thrusts, now it was slow and easy, letting it biuld, all the time looking into her soul. Unspoken vows passing between us.

Then faster, harder, deeper, her passion and thrusts matching mine. I could not hold back now, I needed my release, and she needed my seed.

At the final stroke, I pulled free, grabbing my manhood, and jerking it up and down as fast as I could. Eyes almost closed as finally I came. Shooting all over my slave. Her face, hair, down onto her tits, now my tits. She came also, but there was no retribution now, for this was our moment, our special moment, that very few others ever share.