The rules of the house seemed very simple and easy to
learn, they’re less easy when you must live them every day. I remember the look
Master Thomas gave me when he told me about the five rules. The raised eyebrow,
and his piercing blue eyes, penetrating my soul. How naive I was when I said to
him, “What, is that it? Only five”? But after a month of obeying them to the
letter. Never questioning my master’s judgment and having to recite them
several times a day to myself. I soon understood just how thankful I was that
there are only five rules.
I have been with Master Thomas and Mistress Scarlet for
quite some time now, and I would never out-right disrespect, or disobey either
one of them outright. But there are times that I will push the 5 rules to their
limits. For these transgressions, Master Thomas will occasionally punish me. On
the flip side of that coin, there are the times that I find the rules so
daunting, that I have asked Master Thomas if he could hypnotize me. He could
compel me to obey the rules. He won’t though, I remember him saying to me,
“sorry slave, you’re not taking the easy route out. A slave will never learn
how to serve their owners correctly if there is no risk of consequences for
their actions. It wouldn’t be fair to either master or slave if an order were
only followed because the slave was programmed to be a goody-two-shoes”. So,
with no chance of an easy fix at being obedient by master hypnotizing me, I
have put my continuous best effort into obeying whatever he and Mistress
Scarlet tell me to do.
I recline back in a big leather chair and watch my new
slave, as he stares blankly at the TV. He’s already captured by the hypnotic
graphic, spiraling around on the screen. I can see that the programming is
working because he has a fully erect cock standing at attention. Plus, his
slave brain is absorbing and learning the rules, I see his lips moving as he
silently repeats the five rules to himself. He looks like he is chanting some
erotic mantra.
“Rule number one,” I hear coming from the speakers. “A
slave is not permitted to speak, except to answer a direct statement from their
owner or mistress. If there should be a direr reason for a slave to speak. He
is to kneel directly in front of his owner or mistress with his head cast down.
He may then beg his owner for permission to speak. He is only allowed to ask
once, he will then remain on his knees with his head down, until his owner
grants him permission to speak or dismisses him altogether. This action can
only be done in complete privacy, with no one else present. If the slave is
asked a question by one of the master’s or mistress’s friends. He will have to
wait for permission from his owner before responding”.
Next, I hear chiming out, “Rule number two: Master and
Mistress has discretion as to who their slaves will serve and obey. The slave’s
obedience is mandatory and without an option, to this assigned person, the
slave will respect this person as though they are his Master, or Mistress, and
will carry out their commands as though he received them from master or
mistress”.
I was shocked the first time I was told that I will be an
escort for one of master’s friend. Master Thomas had warned me before I agreed
to be his slave, that there was the possibility of being used for sexual
purposes, by him and his friends. So, after almost a year of being trained by
my owners, and only used by them. I was surprised and somewhat hurt when Master
Thomas informed me that I will be at the disposal of one of his friend’s. I
would be with his friend for an entire weekend. At first, I was repulsed at the
notion of being used by a stranger. Will master make me be his friends’ slave
too, will I be required to have sex with him. All master Thomas said was that I
will be his friend’s escort.
Then the unimaginable happened. The more I thought about
it, the more aroused I would get. Often when I was alone, I would strip, lay
back on my back and rub my clit. I would bring myself to the brink of orgasm so
many times, that when the day came, I was so fucking horny, that I couldn’t
wait to get going. Now I know that a woman should feel miserable and pathetic
while being abused and used. But I tell you though, the more I obeyed my
customers, (Master neglect to mention there would two men), the more I noticed
this special kind of power, and pleasure, I was having by pleasing and obeying
complete strangers. It's not easy to explain. All I can say is that it felt
great and that I couldn’t wait until the next time that one of my master’s
friends needed an escort.
It’s funny now, that I am thinking back to one of the first
meetings I had with Master Thomas. It was then, that I came aware of the fact
that I wanted to be someone’s submissive. The idea of being a sex slave has
been with me since I was a young teenage girl in puberty. I would dream of
submission, having rope circling my arms and legs, binding me in place, as I am
being used by my master. I would lay on my bed rubbing my chest and squeezing
my nipples. While I rubbed furiously at my clit. It was during one of these
erotic fantasies of being bound, gagged, clamped and used by my master, that I
had my first orgasm.
It exploded from my body, sending pleasurable sensations
into places on my body that I didn’t even know exist. I don’t know how long I
laid there on my bed, squirming and moaning into my pillow so I wouldn’t wake
my parents. On that night I was dreaming about a dominant Master being in
complete control of me, my body and my mind...
To be continued next week:
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