The Reluctant Slave

"Your appetizer, Master, would you like a refill on your drinks?" I asked.

"Yes, very good slave," James imparted.

"H -- How d -- did you know I would go along with this? H -- How could you know I've had fantasies about this?" I asked.

"I thought it might be true, but my slave here knew it right away, she is very perceptive," James grinned.

"How did you know?" I asked looking at Kira.

"As my Master says, I am very perceptive and I could tell by your body language and submissive nature that you have fantasized about being a slave," Kira replied with the most beautiful smile.

"You are very beautiful Kira," I said frankly, complimenting the gorgeous redhead staring up at me with the sapphire eyes and big beautiful tits, not as big as mine, but beautifully adorning her smaller frame.

"Thank you Erin, as are you, do you have a boyfriend?" Kira asked.

"I did, but we're taking some time off?"

"Whose idea was that?"

"Um, mine, no that's not true, actually it was my mother's idea."

"But it's not what you want, is it?"

"I don't know, I love Trent and he loves me, but -- ,"

"But what? Go on."

"But my mother, oh god -- ," I started then the tears flowed down my cheeks and I rushed off to the locker room to dry my tears and fix my makeup. By the time I checked my other tables and brought some of them more drinks James and Kira's steaks were ready and I brought them to their table.

"Your steaks -- Master," I said, almost forgetting.

"Very good, slave," James said

"Who's Trent?" Kira asked as she cut her prime rib.

"He's my boyfriend and almost fiancé, until my buttinski mother had to go and ruin it," I replied with venom in my voice.

"How did she ruin it?"

"He brought my parents and I to dinner here and asked my father for my hand in marriage, but my mother got all bent out of shape when he ordered dinner for me and said that if I didn't want to, I didn't have to work and could stay at home and be a housewife, or I could go back to school. My mother only heard the part about being a housewife, after he ordered for me, she drug me into the bathroom and lectured me about him. Like an idiot I agreed with her and told Trent we were taking some time off and I wouldn't accept his proposal of marriage, but I've been miserable ever since."

"So you're a natural submissive or maybe a slave and you are just trying to please your mother, but in the process you and your boyfriend are unhappy."

"Yeah, that about sums it up," I agreed.

"You need to decide who you want to obey, your mother or your boyfriend," Kira put it succinctly.

"My mother will be furious and take it out on my father, and I love my father, I don't want to put him through that."

"Or maybe he'll see the light once you've gone and divorce her," Kira suggested and I stand there with my mouth agape, not having thought of that option, it seems plausible if the situation were to present itself. I wandered aimlessly away from their table and allow them to eat, not even checking on my other tables. I went into the locker room and almost started to cry. I love Trent, I want him so much, even if it has to be as his slave, in fact, I might prefer that. So why didn't you ever tell him your fantasies? I asked myself, then it hits me, we've only been going out for a few months. We've talked, but really haven't discussed why we're so compatible. I composed myself and went back out to check my other tables before returned to Master James and slave Kira. Oh god, the thought of calling Trent 'Master' nearly made me soak through the panty liner.

"Hello Master, is everything alright here? Can I get you anything else?" I asked when I walked up to their table.

"Yes, we would like drink refills and the chocolate lava cake for desert," Master James said as I cleared away their empty plates and Kira gave me a knowing smile.

"Excellent choice, Master," I said and walked away to put in the desert order and bring them refills. I returned with their drinks and before I could walk away Kira spoke.

"Have you decided?"

"No."

"Do you need help?"

"I -- I don't know, maybe. But what if Trent thinks I'm some sort of freak when I tell him my fantasies."

"He won't," James interjected.

"D -- Do you know Trent?" I asked, surprised.

"Not directly, but he replaced Ben Davidson at the firm when Ben quit."

"Yes."

"Well, Ben told me that he had been dating you. He was thrilled that you had passed every submissive test thus far and was thinking of asking you to marry him and then discussing BDSM and maybe slavery with you."

"Oh my god, is that the guy I've seen you in here with a couple months ago and the woman I thought was Kira's twin sister?"

"Yes, unfortunately Ben was killed when his ex-friend tried to kidnap Chloe a second time."

"Oh I'm so sorry. Where's Chloe?"

"We sold her to a rich oil baron in the Middle East somewhere."

"Y -- You s -- sold her, like a real slave?"

"Yes."

"Oh god!"

"Chloe suggested it, she really wanted to be a real slave where slavery is legal."

"I -- I, wow!"

"It surprised us too, but it also gave us the money to continue to live the rich lifestyle we had with Ben. His money went to his family, so they are set for life as well."

"H -- How much did you sell her for?"

"Five billion."

"Dollars?"

"Yes."

"Oh my god! So you're set for life, how old are you?"

"We're both nineteen."

"I'm twenty and have no idea how I'm going to survive without a college education."

"It sounds like you know but don't want to admit it," Kira offered.

"My mother said some stupid crap about being dependent on someone else, but it's all I've ever known. I've been dependent on my parents, really my father since I was born. I'm just now making enough money I could probably go out on my own and get a small apartment. But what I really want is to be with Trent -- even if it means as his s -- slave, I love him so much," I said, finally admitting what was in my heart all along.

"So text him now and tell him your decision," James said.

"I can't right now, let me go get your dessert and finish up my other tables, then maybe," I said as I rushed to get their desert and set it on their table going to my other tables to get them their checks or whatever else they needed. After a few minutes I returned to James and Kira's table.

"How's everything here?" I asked.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" James asked and cocked his eyebrow.

"Sorry Master, I'm very stressed right now. I'm thinking of defying my mother and that scares the crap out of me. But I know in my heart that I want to be with Trent, I love him and he loves me. We're just so compatible, we like the same music, the same movies even when we make love, he's so commanding and powerful, it's just perfect. I've never thought of being his slave, but the more I think about it the wetter I get."

"Tell him, slave."

"Yes Master," I replied and texted.

Erin: Baby I love you and want to be with you always, even if it is as your slave.

I sat down in the booth across from James and Kira to await his response when my phone dinged.

Trent: Wow babe! Are you sure?

Erin: Yes Master, I'm so hot thinking of being your slave, please come collar me before I change my mind. I'm at work.

Trent: Won't that be a problem at work?

Erin: I don't care Master, you said I could be your housewife, why not your house slave. Besides, my shift is almost done.

Trent: I'll be there in ten minutes, I love you Erin!

Erin: I love you too Master!

I couldn't believe how much I cried, but I wasn't sad, I was filled with joy at the prospect of being Trent's sex slave. A little shiver ran up my spine when the thought hit me and my pussy clenched as I oozed my juices past the now soaked pad I had stuffed into my panties earlier.

"Why are you crying Erin?" James asked but I couldn't answer.

"She's happy Master. Those are tears of joy," Kira answered for me and I nodded. I composed myself enough to go to the locker room, wash my face, reapply my makeup and brush my hair. If my Master was coming, I needed to look good for him. I left the locker room a different woman, no longer afraid of what life held for me, a confident slave, ready to please her Master and make him happy. I finished my rounds of the tables, picking up all the checks and receiving my usual good tips except for Master James. He handed me three crisp one hundred dollar bills which was more than double his check.

"Thank you Master James and Kira, I don't know if I'll ever see you again. My Master is coming to collar me and take me to his home. I don't know if I'll work anymore, he might want to keep me as his house slave," I said and Trent walked in causing me to gasp, I'd never seen that look in his eye before. It was a look of pure dominance and lust, I sank to my knees and Kira instructed me on how to kneel before my Master. By the time he arrived at the table I was presenting myself to him properly, except I wore clothes because we were in public.

"Erin, one last time, are you sure about this?" Trent asked.

"Yes Master, I've never been more positive of anything in my life, please collar your slave," I pleaded looking up at him. He bent down and locked the steel collar around my neck. It fit me perfectly, tight but not too tight, just restrictive enough to constantly remind me of my new status as his slave. He then grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet hugging me tightly as I joyfully hugged him back.

"Oh Erin, I've dreamed of this moment since that first night four months ago. I knew you were submissive, but not all submissives are slaves. I love you and promise to keep you and take care of you always," Trent said.

"Thank you Master, I love you too, I will try to be a good slave, but I am untrained," I responded.

"You will learn, my beautiful slave, you will learn. A few rounds with the whip will help," Trent spoke strong and smooth, and my pussy quivered.

"Oh god," I moaned, burying my face in his big chest.

"Smells like someone's excited by all of this," Trent grinned down at me.

"Yes Master, please take your slave home and use her to your cock's delight," I said huskily, my breath coming more rapidly, causing my breasts to heave and shake.

"Is your shift over?" Trent asked.

"Yes Master, let me tell my manager I'm leaving," I replied and scurried off to find the manager and tell him I was leaving. He looked at me funny but didn't ask about the collar on my neck and I rushed back to Trent's side. He snapped a leash on my collar and led me out to his truck. He laid a towel on the seat before I got in, which was quite fortuitous because I had nearly soaked through the towel by the time we got to his place. I was frightened, overjoyed and more sexually excited than I had ever been in my life. I came once when we hit a series of bumps on a side street leading to his house.

When we arrived he backed his truck into the garage and cut the engine, staring over at me with the most evil smile I had ever seen on his face. I sat there waiting for him to take charge like the good slave I was supposed to be. I nearly came again just from him looking me over so possessively. I arched my back to raise my more than ample breasts and he reached over and pinched my left nipple before getting out and coming around to grab my leash and pull me out of the truck.

"Please Master, may your slave be allowed to let her parents know she's OK and will be staying with you?" I requested.

"Yes, if only to keep them from calling the police. I know your mother will be angry, but I don't care, and obviously, neither do you," Trent replied. I texted them quickly to let them know I was at Trent's place and would be spending the night and then shut off my phone. I knew my mother would send me texts and then call to order me to come back home, but I was home. This was my new home as my Master's slave, I was totally his. He led me down into the basement and I gasped at the sight of some of the devices I had seen in porn videos. My Master was going to use them on me and I was going to cum harder than I ever had in my life.

"Strip, slave," my Master ordered and I obeyed quickly stripping out of my clothes, my huge tits bouncing and my bubble but jiggling as I hurried to comply as fast as possible. I knelt as Kira had instructed me at the restaurant and my Master seemed pleased as he smiled down at me. "First rule, slave always obeys Master without question. Second rule, slave is not allowed to wear clothes in the house unless I allow it for visitors or order you to wear something. Third rule, slave will be punished for disobedience, which is up to my discretion. Fourth rule, slave will not speak unless spoken to or asked a direct question. Fifth rule, slave is owned, her body is no longer under her control, therefore she may not orgasm or play with her body without direct permission. Because I am not a sadist, you will be allowed to cum as much as possible while my penis is inside any of your holes. I reserve the right to change the said rules or add to them as I see fit. Is this clear?" Trent asked.

"Yes Master," I replied with a moan, very nearly cumming as the rules were being laid out to me. You are really in for it now, do you realize what you've signed up for? I asked myself as I waited with bated breath for my Master's next command or action. He walked to a cabinet and pulled out several items and carried them over to me, dumping them on the floor between my spread knees. "Put them on, all of it, and make sure it is tight so you can't slip out or escape."

I picked up a leather wrist cuff and wrapped it around my wrist, pulling it tightly and the internal lock clicked as it tightened. I pulled until I couldn't get it any tighter. I repeated the process with the other wrist and ankle cuffs. I picked up an impossibly high heel, the spike was six or seven inches, I've never worn heels higher than three inches before this point because of my height. I slipped one on and buckled the straps tightly, hearing each lock as I pulled. My feet had already started to cramp due to the forced arch and I hadn't even stood up in them yet. The last thing is the large red ball gag and I looked at it almost adoringly before I stuffed it into my mouth and pulled the straps behind my neck under my thick hair, pulling it tightly, hearing the lock click each notch it tightened. It stretched my jaw and my lips couldn't help but wrap themselves around it. Knowing how it looks, from watching porn on the internet, I moaned into the gag and am surprised by how little sound escapes around it.

Master attached a leash and pulled up, indicating I should stand. I stood unsteadily and rubbed my thighs together, I'm so hot for him at that moment that I want his cock inside of me immediately. He checked all of my bonds, then nodded approvingly as he found each one tight enough. However, when he checked my gag he reached behind my neck and pulled it first one, then two notches tighter, stretching my jaw even worse. Oh god, don't cum, don't cum. I said to myself and tried not to rub my thighs together and stimulate my aching pussy too much. Then he pulled my wrists behind my back and locked the cuffs together. I moan in appreciation, realizing I'm more helpless than I've ever been in my life and I'm loving the restriction. A bondage strap is wrapped around my elbows and before I know it they're touching. I didn't even know I could do that. It did wondrous things to my large breasts as my shoulders were forced back and my tits look even more obscene sticking out from my rib cage.

Master pulled on my leash and starts to walk toward the bondage devices and I staggered along behind him. I'd never walked in heels so high, yet I wasn't even eye to eye with him, I still had to look up. It sent more shivers down my spine when I suddenly realized how big and strong he is, I couldn't have overpowered him if I were free and had any weapon other than a gun. He realized that I'm having difficulty walking in the heels and instead of taking me to a device and strapping me in, he walked me around the dungeon until my gait improved and I could walk without stumbling. He grinned and stared at my bouncing boobs, that evil grin again. Oh yes Master, please fuck me already!

He stopped and walked to me, grabbing my breasts and kneading them in his large hands. Even as large as his hands are, my tits are bigger than a handful and he seemed extremely pleased. He had mauled them before, but the situation was entirely different, at that point I was bound and in the bright light, not the subdued light of candles or a lamp with a scarf thrown over it. I was laid bare for inspection in front of my Master and he appeared to approve of what he saw. Oh god, please just fuck me! I begged in my head, my mouth still stuffed full of the large rubber ball. My thighs were slick with the juices of my arousal, his manipulation of my tits and nipples not helping.

He grinned and walked to the cabinet, coming back with a set of nipple clamps. I'd never worn them before that day and when he clamped my left nipple I nearly came, the pleasure pain sending a shock straight to my clit. When he clamped the other nipple I squeezed my thighs together as I came, gushing juices down my thighs. Oh no, I just came without permission, now I'm going to be punished. And the thought just kept me near another climax. Fortunately he took pity on me and only tisked and grinned. He suddenly attached a chain to my wrists and then pressed a button on the wall and my arms shot skyward. I bent over to relieve the strain in my shoulders and later learned this was a strappado position. He produced a spreader bar, probably while I was trying to adjust to my new position, and locked it to each ankle cuff, spreading my ankles about four feet apart. I balanced precariously between the heels, the wide spread legs and the chain holding my arms aloft.

"You just came without permission so I need to punish you before I enjoy my slave," Master said and I lifted my head and moaned. Dammit, how was I supposed to keep my body in check when he was teasing it so much? He used a leather whip with a broad blade and struck me five times, I thought my ass was on fire it hurt so much but then he rubbed some soothing ointment into it. Oh god, the pain is turning into pleasure, please Master, fuck me hard, make it hurt! And that's exactly what he finally did, burying his long thick dick fully into my sheath and I came harder than I ever had in my life. I recovered to find him still pounding my plundered pussy and I climax again as he emptied himself inside me. Thank you Master, oh god, can we do this again? As soon as possible, please Master! I was overcome by how wonderful I felt, both my body and my heart, relishing in every feeling that was coursing through me, even the pain from the whipping and my aching shoulders, it seemed to heighten my orgasms.

Master pulled out of me and our combined coitus ran down my already sticky thighs. He slapped me playfully on my tender ass and my pussy convulsed, sending more of our excretions down my legs. Did my pussy just convulse from pain? Am I becoming a pain slut? I certainly hope not, I knew even then that I didn't like pain, but if it improved my orgasms, maybe it was worth it. I moaned as the ache in my shoulders grew worse, I was in jeopardy of losing my balance on the heels, my toes already going numb. Master returned to clean me off, wiping up our sticky secretions with a warm wet towel. He then released my arms from the chain and pulled me upright to stand before him. He unclipped the nipple clamps and I screamed around the gag as the pain in my nipples was far worse than when he put them on. He massaged them gently at first then more forcefully, pulling me back to the edge of another orgasm and I clenched my thighs together to try and prevent it.