Serving Mistress Alice part 4, page 1



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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