Bound Becky

Becky: Master, I love you and want to be yours always, your slave, formerly known as Becky/Rebecca.

My finger hovers over the send button, but I know better than to tap it. I start to erase it, then retype what I've erased and leave it as a draft. I sulk down in my bed and turn on the TV. I watch a Friends marathon, barely even noticing the episodes fly by and I fall asleep, dreaming of my Master placing his permanent collar on me. I wake up at one in the morning the marathon is over and they are playing The Big Bang Theory. I like the show but I need to sleep so I turn it off and change into my night shirt and plod down the hall to the kitchen for a drink of water before I go to sleep. I run some water that goes through a filter and I drink about half the glass, pouring the rest of it down the drain. Go back to my room and fall into bed, turning off the light.

I lay there in the quiet darkness, only the cicadas in the distance and I can't fall asleep. I'm still tired, but my mind is racing again. I turn the TV back on and watch an episode of TBBT and my eyes grow heavy, the show taking my mind off my troubles.

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The last three days have been torture for me mentally. Jimmy brought me home on Monday and told me I had a decision to make but couldn't give him an answer until Thursday. Today is Thursday and I feel like I'm closer to a decision, but it's not an easy one. My parents have left me alone these past two days. Though Mom offered to talk to me on Wednesday I told her I'd rather be alone and figure it out for myself, it is my life. She is a slave to my father, which I just learned on Monday, and though I've fantasized about it and thoroughly enjoyed Master's (Jimmy's) domination of me over the past weekend, I am deciding about the rest of my life. Can I be happy as just his wife, or do I need more? Do I need his total domination and become his slave?

Dinner is over and I'm back in my room, I pick up my phone and see the texts each night from Jimmy, telling me he loves me and I am free to make whatever decision I wish and that he will abide by it. Tonight there's a text and it doesn't help my decision any at all.

Jimmy: Hey little angel, I love you and await your decision. I miss you but I won't rush you, whenever you are ready.

I text him back but don't give him a clue which way I'm leaning.

Becky: This is very hard, but thank you for your patience and understanding. I love you too.

Becky: Thank you for making me wait, I'm still weighing my options, but with a much clearer head.

And I am much less emotional and more rational. I've actually made a list and I'm sitting on my bed, looking at it. Pros and cons for each. The list contains several pros for each and a few cons, the problem is I'm trying to figure out the weight of each thing on the list. After an hour or so of deliberation, I'm no closer to my decision than I was before I started going through this exercise.

In a light bulb kind of moment I come up with a new plan, and instead of looking at the list from a purely rational perspective, I look at it from a more emotional and sexual feelings view. The wife side of the page makes me feel alright and somewhat happy, but the slave side of the paper makes me exhilarated and excited. Sure there's the fear of the unknown, but with my Master at the helm, a kind gentle man who loves me, how could I not be willing to submit to him? Suddenly it's as clear as a crisp autumn night, he is my Master and my true love and I can have both. The love is still there, it will just be channeled in a new and exciting direction, and oh so amazing orgasms. I catch myself bouncing on my bed and I get up and go to the bathroom to relieve myself.

I knock on my parent's door but there's no answer. I wander down to find them both asleep on the couch. I go back to my room and put on my midriff tank top and my shortest running shorts, no bra or panties, slipping into my sneakers without socks, that way it will be easy to strip naked for my Master. I haven't texted him yet so I do that now. While he's on the way over I can tell my parents and be ready when he comes.

Becky: Master, I'm all yours, come take me home.

Jimmy: Are you sure, babe?

Becky: Yes Master, please hurry, I'm so hot for you!

And I am, I can feel the moisture in the crotch of my shorts. I don't even bother to pack a suitcase, what use does a slave have for clothes? I walk down the hall and back into the living room, cell phone in hand and it dings, letting me know my Master has texted me.

Jimmy: On my way, slave, be ready when I get there.

Becky: Ready and waiting, Master.

My mother hears the sound and rouses from her sleep. She stretches and yawns before noticing I'm standing in front of them.

"Hey Becky, what are you doing out here?" Mom asks. By now Dad has woken up and he looks at me.

"I've made my decision and my Master is coming to get his slave," I announce.

"Very wise decision honey, I know you will be very happy," Mom says and I smile wryly, surprised at her statement.

"Yes my little girl, you have become a woman now and I also believe it is the right decision for you. You are so much like your mother and I'm sure you'll live a long happy life as Jimmy's slave, he will give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine," my Dad echo's my mother's sentiment.

"Thank you both, you've been wonderful parents and you've helped me as much as you could with this decision, the last one I'll ever have to make, but an incredibly big one," I say and I hear my Master's truck pulling into the driveway. "My Master is here, I love you both, goodbye," I call back to them as I rush out the door and kneel in the headlights of his truck.

"Hello, my beautiful little slave, why are you wearing clothes?" Master asks so I strip naked as quickly as I can and kneel again before him. "Much better," he says as he picks up my clothes and shoes and throws them into the seat of his truck.

"Master, I submit myself as your slave. Please collar me and keep me for as long as you wish, I am yours."

"Very good, slave, I think I will keep you, you're very hot," he says as he locks the wide black leather collar around my neck, and he's right, I'm so hot for him I could cum if he gave me permission, but I'm sure he meant I was beautiful and sexy. I squirm on my knees as he attaches a leash to my collar and tugs, indicating I should stand. I stand and start to walk toward the passenger side of his truck before I realize he hasn't moved. He walks around behind me and wraps the wide black leather cuffs around my wrists, then locks them together behind me. This time he adds elbow cuffs of the same wide black leather and locks them together also and I moan and rub my thighs together, he is making me his helpless little plaything and I'm so wet my juices are running down my thighs.

I haven't cum in three days because my Master didn't give me permission. I never asked for it, I didn't want to be distracted, but in retrospect, I should have, I'm so close to cumming and he's not even finished with my bondage. He straps the big ball gag in my mouth and buckles it tight at the back of my neck. He locks the ankle cuffs on me but doesn't add a hobble chain. He grabs the leash hanging between my heaving breasts and drags me to the back of the truck, opening the tailgate and I think he's going to throw me in the truck bed and take me to his house. Instead he pushes me face down onto the tailgate, then kicks my legs apart. In seconds he's inside of my sopping pussy and I cum so hard I see those fireworks again, squirting, squirming and shuddering around his nice sized cock. As I recover I realize he's already cum in me and is wiping up his dick with his handkerchief before he sticks it back in his pants. Then he wipes the excess off my still dripping slit, this time with our combined fluids.

He pulls me off the tailgate and unbuckles the ball gag and drool spills out onto my tits at its removal. He kisses me more forcefully than he's ever done and I moan with passion as he bruises my lips, this is an ownership kiss, not a loving one. I melt under his domination and he pulls me around to the passenger side of his truck and opens the door, lifting me into the seat and then locking my ankles together. He pulls the seat belt around me and buckles it before going around and climbing into the cab. He puts the truck in gear and drives off back to his house, our home.

"Thank you Master," I say as we drive toward his house.

"What are you thanking me for, slave?"

"For using your slave and allowing her to cum, Master, I haven't cum in three days."

"Why not?"

"You didn't give me permission, Master."

"You didn't ask, and you weren't under those restrictions during that time. But you're such a good girl, you make me proud."

"Thank you Master," I blush at his words of praise and I'm ready for another round as my pussy clenches with need.

"Damn, I can smell how ready you are, my amazing little slave."

"Yes Master, I am your horny little slave, please use me often."

"Oh, I plan to."

"Thank you Master," I respond, all my negative thoughts about this decision are gone, I'm just his helpless little play toy, his sex doll, his fuck toy or whatever he wants, I'm all his and I'm positively euphoric again. This feels so good, so right. I'm at my Master's mercy, as it should be.

He pulls in the drive and shuts off the truck, coming around to unbuckle my seat belt and then just lifts me out of the truck and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of grain, my head hanging down his back, my hair almost to his calves, my legs grasped firmly in his strong arms and he carries me into the house. He walks straight to his bedroom and I breathe a sigh of relief, at least I won't have to spend the night in that damn cage. He tosses me onto the bed and pulls the ball gag out of his pocket, forcing it into my mouth and buckling it tightly. Damn, this will hurt by morning, but it is what my Master has decided. Next he kneels down on the floor and I hear him open what sounds like metal door under the bed.

He pulls me off the bed and stuffs me into a cage under the bed. Now I know why the bed is so high. He locks the door and drops the valance back down, I'm locked in a cage under his bed, put away for the night. Invisible to the world, no one would know I was here. Oh god, I should hate this, but I'm so wet. Please fuck me Master, I need you. I'm wet and ready for you. But I can barely make a sound with this big ball gag stuffed in my mouth.

My eyes adjust to the small amount of light and I can see that the cage is the same size as the bed, I have plenty of room to roll around. There's a small pillow and a blanket. I notice that the floor is soft and comfortable, not a mattress but a mat or something with a plush rug or blanket over top of it. I roll to the pillow and lay my head on it. It takes several tries and I eventually mostly cover over with the blanket. He climbs into bed above me and turns off the light. It is so dark I can't see a thing and I'm glad he left the light on long enough for me to see the pillow and blanket.

"Good night slave," he says and pats the cage door, making it rattle just a bit. Good night Master, I hate this, but I love you and want to please you always. I feel all warm inside, because I'm right where I belong. I'm where my Master wants me and I fall asleep more quickly that I thought I might. I don't hear my Master's snoring because I'm asleep before he is.

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I have been my Master's slave for one month. In the past month I have learned under the whip to be a good little slave. He's pierced my nipples, clit and navel. My body hair has been permanently depilated; I am now as smooth as the day I was born. I now wear a custom polished steel collar and steel cuffs to match on my wrists and ankles, they are all welded onto me permanently; I cannot remove or escape them.

Sometimes he clips a chain to my pierced nipple rings and then runs it through the ring in my collar, tugging on my nipples the whole day. It is very hard not to cum as it tugs painfully and deliciously at my nipples while my tits bounce when I walk or perform other tasks for my Master. He branded my left hip with his specially designed mark. It is a beautiful script mark of his initials, JW, which stands for James Walker, though as you know, everyone still calls him Jimmy, except for me, I only call him Master. I am learning to walk in the five inch high heels he's ordered me to wear, which is very difficult for a slave with such small feet. After a month's practice I strut around the house like a whore and my Master is pleased.

Today we are getting married in a special private ceremony. Our parents will be in attendance along with a few close friends, but it will be held here in our backyard. I will officially submit to be his lifelong slave in front of witnesses and I can hardly contain my excitement. I will be allowed white flowers in my hair, a see through veil and carry a bouquet of white roses in my chained hands walking on white five inch heels. My father will walk me down the aisle and sit beside my naked and kneeling mother. I will kneel and submit to my Master publicly. We will exchange special vows and be married. I am beside myself with exhilaration.

Master looks so handsome in his black tuxedo; I'm wearing my veil, heels and nipple chain, positively dripping with arousal. I stand at the back of the aisle and I almost faint because I'm overwhelmed by what's about to happen. The music plays, not the traditional bridal march but a piece my Master has chosen from some ancient slave ceremony and I strut alongside my father up the aisle. My father gives me to my Master and I kneel as always before him and we recite our special vows.

As part of the ceremony my Master leads me to the pillory which he has moved outside for all to witness his taking of his slave. I am locked into the device I chose when we discussed the ceremony and I squirm with need. My Master doesn't even unbuckle his belt, he just unzips and thrusts into my hot tunnel that is already gushing. I cum so hard that the best way to describe it would be like a prolonged explosion inside of me, I am lost in subspace as I squirt and squirm on his spurting cock. As I return to my senses I hear the guests clapping and cheering at my public use as a slave. Master has already left my yearning pussy and I want more, but will have to wait until my Master decides when he would like to use his slave again.

I am released from the pillory and allowed to kneel by my Master's side. We are congratulated by all in attendance, then I am ordered to serve the wedding cake and punch. I cut pieces of the cake I baked, designed and decorated and strut amongst the guests, handing out pieces of cake and cups of punch. I am patted, pinched and probed as I perform before my Master and our guests. His best man sticks his fingers in my still dripping pussy and I cry out softly in surprise and arousal. My Master is by my side and I kneel for him. He is angry with Brandon and they nearly get into a fight. I am almost overcome with my Master's fierce defense of me.

Soon the guests all leave except for our parents. We say our goodbyes to them as the get in their trucks and drive away, wishing us well and a long and happy life together. My Master takes me in his arms and kisses me passionately.

"You were absolutely perfect today, my beautiful little slave," my Master praises me and my pussy clenches with need.

"Thank you Master."

"You're welcome. Let's go inside and fuck like rabbits," he says and I smile up at him.

"Yes Master."

He attaches a leash to my collar and I strut behind him into the house and on into our bedroom. He locks my cuffs behind me and shoves me face down onto the bed. The bed is the perfect height for him to slam into my wet, horny pussy and he drops his pants and does just that. I cum so quickly, squirting onto the towel he's conveniently placed for just this reason. Before he finally shoots his load inside me I've cum twice more and I'm beyond words for how ecstatic I am. I am my Master's slave and I'm the luckiest girl in the world!