Chapter One:

I did not set out to become a slave.  Before meeting Master, I led a quiet and fairly vanilla life.  Typical of many young single women, my life consisted of work, evenings out with girlfriends and an endless round of awkward dates.  To be fair, I was a bit bookish and shy in those days.  I'm certain that my dates would have preferred someone a bit more vivacious but each time I met someone new, I felt like something special was missing.  Occasionally I would date someone long enough to call him my boyfriend.  We would do normal couple things; movies, dinner, weekend drives to the ocean and of course, sex. I was always a very passive girlfriend.  I craved sex but at the same time was rarely satisfied.  In those days, masturbation was my secret shame.  I touched myself constantly. Almost every evening I relaxed myself for sleep by giving myself a powerful orgasm.  I would fantasize about being a maid or a secretary or a student, always forced to service the man in charge.  I would imagine myself bent over a desk and spanked or forced to kneel on a flight of stair while I was fucked from behind.  I knew that I must be a complete pervert, twisted and sick for thinking like that but these fantasies sustained me.  I was able to reach a state of arousal that I could never achieve with a partner.  I had tried unsuccessfully over the years to get my boyfriends to initiate rougher sex, to dominate me but they either ignored my hints or acted like I was weird.  By the time I met Master, I had resigned myself to a life of unsatisfying sex and secret masturbation. 

I met Master Robert in local pub.  I was there to meet a blind date.  A good friend of mine was trying to set me up with her cousin and we had arranged to meet for a drink.  Never much of a drinker, I was uncomfortable in bars, clearly out of my element.  I would have preferred a coffee shop or bookstore.  Anyway, I arrived a few minutes early and was just sitting alone at a table and anxiously watching the door.  There was a large group of people congregating on one side of the room.  Some sort of party I assumed.  They had the look of co-workers out for an evening. I accidently made eye contact with one of the men in the group.  I realized that I had been staring.  Blushing, I quickly looked away then looked back to see if he was still looking at me.  He was middle aged and looked confident but kind.  He was looking right at me. As our eyes met again, he winked and gave me a very sweet smile.  I shyly smiled back then looked down at the table.  When was my date going to arrive?  As I sat there, nursing a glass of ice water, two women came up and sat at my table.  One of them had a decidedly masculine appearance; the other was dressed like a boy but clearly was not.  "Hi" I said to them as they pulled up their chairs.  The more masculine of the two spoke first. “Hey there sweetie, How would you like to lick some pussy?  You seem like the type." At the same time, the other women started to reach under my skirt.  I was completely shocked!  Who acts like that?  I looked around to see if anyone had heard them but no one was paying attention to us.  The bartender was occupied with a busy waitress and even the nice man was in conversation with others in his group.  "Um, I don't what you mean.  Please go away; I'm waiting for my date."  They both ignored me and continued to make really lewd remarks. "Come on you little tease. You know you want some sweet pussy." This said as they both continued to try to reach under my skirt or touch my hair.  They were both bigger and heavier than me.  I am on the petite side and they looked like they both worked out and rarely missed a meal. I stood up abruptly and ran toward the ladies room.  I was frightened but had no idea what to do.  I knew what to do when bothered by a strange man but these were women!   As I hurried to the restroom I realized that they could easily follow me so instead I ducked out the emergency exit into the alley behind the bar.  I leaned against the brick wall, surrounded by empty boxes, dumpsters and recycling bins. I breathed deeply, trying to slow my rapidly beating heart, trying to calm myself.  I was contemplating just leaving but did not want to be rude to my date.  If he showed up and I wasn't here, he might get angry.

As I stood there trying to decide what to do, I heard the door to the bar open and someone come outside.  I looked up expecting to see an employee or perhaps a patron stepping out to smoke.  To my dismay, it was the two women from inside.  I tried to duck behind a stack of crates but they had already seen me.  I stood there, terrified, not knowing what to do. They hadn’t hurt me or anything, they were just so aggressive.  My limited experience had not taught me how to deal with a situation like this.   As I stood there like a frightened rabbit, the two women approached.   “Hello again” I said brightly as I tried to walk past them. “It’s a nice night but I’m going back in now”.  As I tried to walk past them, the larger of the two grabbed my arm and pushed me back against the wall, asking me “Where are you going?” What was going on?  I didn’t ask for this. “Hey you guys, just leave me alone, I’m not into girls.”  At this point I was pressed flat against the wall.  The larger women was running her fingers through my hair, smelling it, and rubbing it between her fingers.  The smaller woman was unbuttoning my jacket.  I was getting ready to scream or run or panic, I’m not sure which when I heard someone else enter the alley. It was the man from the bar, the one with the sweet smile.  He looked over at us and spoke to one of the women “Tom, hey, thanks for finding my date!" Tom? He was clearly speaking to the larger woman but she seemed annoyed. The he shouted at me “Hey Toy did you get lost? Get over here now!” I was still terrified but I immediately obeyed and sort of jog walked over to him, half expecting one of the women to try and stop me.  As I neared him I said “yes Sir” and hurried through the door he was holding open for me. As I walked back into the bar, I was still shaken by what had happened. The man took my arm and led me to his table.  I tried to thank him but he just shook his head and gestured for me to be quiet.  I sat there for a moment and tried to collect myself.  Even though I was still surrounded by strangers, I felt very safe.  There was just something about this man.  I knew that nothing bad was going to happen to me as long as I stayed with him.  He gestured to the server and ordered me a drink.  I tried to decline and he responded in a way I never expected but changed my life forever. "First rule of submission, Master is never wrong"..."Drink". I will never know why, but I complied.  I have no tolerance for alcohol so after one drink I was chatting away. Telling this complete stranger about how unsatisfying my personal life was, about my sexual fantasies.  It was like he had turned off all of my internal filters.  He told me all about himself as well.  He explained that he was a Master of sex slaves.  That he controlled these women. They offered him complete obedience in exchange for protection, gratification and fulfillment.  He put his arm around me, looked me in the eye and asked me “Are you looking for a master?” I don’t know what came over me but I said yes. He continued to look me directly in the eye "My dear, I am a sadist and would make you scream and beg. You would be a slave, not a sub, subject to my will and my will only.  A slave of mine does exactly as I wish or she gets punished" "Punished Very Very Hard" As he spoke to I realized I was becoming aroused. “What’s wrong"? "Isn't that what you want?"  All I could was nod. I leaned over and whispered in his ear "I just got so wet my panties are soaked” He reached under my skirt and put one finger in my pussy. Pulling his hand out, he held a finger up to my mouth and said “lick.”  Without thinking, I closed my eyes, took his finger into my mouth and licked my juices off of it.  I had never tasted myself before.   He stood up and told me to stay where I was.  He walked out of the bar and returned a few minutes later with a collar and a small padlock, leaning over he placed both items into my purse. “You have two choices. I am going to walk out to my car. I will wait 10 minutes.  If you want to live your dream, go to the ladies room, take off the panties, and throw them away. Remove your halter and zip up your jacket so you don't flash anyone in the bar. Put the collar on and lock it. If you are out in ten minutes I will take you home and give you your first lessons on being a slave and what is expected.  If you don't come out, I will go home and you will wonder what you missed for the rest of your life. Choice is your bitch the ten minutes start when I go out the door.” He then got up and walked out of the bar. 

I just sat there, stunned.  I had never been so aroused in my life and by a complete stranger. A man who was almost old enough to be my father.  My pussy was soaked.  I had that nervous excited feeling you get before you do something dangerous or thrilling.  Like jumping off a bridge into a lake or driving fast on a mountain road.  Just at that moment, an attractive young man walked up to me. “Are you Peri?” I nodded. “Hi sorry I’m so late, I went to the wrong bar.  I’m Chris, your blind date.”  I just stared up at this attractive young man.  He was wearing a suit and had a wide, open smile.  “Uh, nice to meet you Chris but I have to go.  My ride is waiting”.  I jumped up from the table and headed outside.  I walked into the parking lot and saw him standing by a late model sedan.  I walked over and pulled the collar and lock out of my purse. I awkwardly put on the collar and locked it.  “I’m sorry Sir; I didn’t have time to go to the ladies room”.  He just stared at me.  Then I realized what he was waiting for.  I reached under my skirt, pulled off my panties and threw them on the ground.  Then I took off my jacket and removed my top, tossing it next to my panties. I was standing there wearing only my bra and skirt. He smiled and reached for me.  Giving me a hug and whispering in my ear “I’ll punish you for that later.”   I got into his car and we drove away.  I didn’t know where we were going and I still didn’t know his name.

There I was riding in a car with a strange man, having no idea where he was taking or what was going to happen next.  As we drove, a few other cars would honk and wave at us or really at me.  I wasn’t wearing a shirt and my large breasts were quite exposed.   It was dark outside so only cars that were right next to us could see me and even then, only if they were in an SUV or truck so it wasn’t too bad but I was still embarrassed.  I was lifting my arms intending to cross them over my chest and provide a bit of cover when he suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road.  Turning in the driver’s seat to face me he reached out with one hand and firmly grabbed my wrist. “No!” he stated quite firmly. “You are not to hide yourself from me EVER!”  He dropped my wrist and the slapped my face hard, then he slapped my tits two or three times.  I don’t really remember.   “Now take off your bra.”  I was crying at this point, confused about what was happening but it never occurred to me to say “no” or to get out of the car.  “But people will see me I said quietly.” Even as I spoke, I was reaching behind me so undo the clasp of my bra.  “That’s right, they will see you.” He replied as he watched me remove my bra and place it on my lap.  “That’s a good girl”, reaching over he slapped each of my breasts several times.  I put my hands in front of me protectively but he just grabbed them both in one hand and held them out of the way. “Do you want me to take you home? We can end this right now. I’ll drive you home and leave you safely at the door. It’s you decision”.  I looked him in the eye and said “No Sir.”  He smiled at me and let go of my wrists.  “By the way girl, you may call me Master Robert.

Master Robert pulled the car back into traffic and we continued on our way.  I noticed several cars would pull up alongside of us.  Many would adjust their speed to pace us.  I knew they were looking at me but I just sat there.  Finally my curiosity got the better of me. “Where are we going Master Robert?”  “We are going home my pet” and as he said that he put a hand high up on my thigh and smiled that sweet smile that had grabbed my attention in the bar.  I was nervous but also at peace.  I could not wait to find out what would happen next.

The first evening

It’s been almost a year since that fateful day that I met Master Robert. One year since he took me home and helped me discover my true self.  Before Master Robert, I thought I was just a timid introvert with perverted sexual fantasies. Now I know exactly what I am. I am a submissive, a slave, a fucktoy.  You may use any title you’d like. The important thing is that I now know that I was born to belong to a Master.  I will never go back to my sad vanilla life.

That first night was the best and the worst of my life.  After a mortifying ride to Master’s home, I was led into the house, stripped naked and pushed to the floor.  Master Robert had me kneel on all fours on the hard tile of the foyer for what felt like hours but was probably only 20 minutes or so. I remember that I was trembling.  Master ran his hands up and down my body: squeezing my tits, pressing fingers into my cunt and ass.  I was not permitted to speak.  Finally, I was led into a dining room and told to kneel before Master. He explained that I was free to go at any time but if I stayed, there were two things I needed to know. First, I was going to be fucked that very night in all three holes.  He expected me to welcome his cock into my mouth, cunt and ass.  His pleasure was paramount, mine was irrelevant.  I nodded my agreement as my pussy became even wetter as I heard these words.  The second was that if I chose to stay with him and accept his mentorship, I was going to have to follow his rules.  If I chose not to follow the rules, the penalty would be punishment.  I do remember that he clearly stated several times that I could always leave but if I did, I could never come back. Even though I was terrified and shocked by my own behavior, I also felt like this was right. I nodded my understanding and he smiled at me. 

That first night I lost my virginity to Master Robert.  It was not the romantic setting of gothic novels and teenage girl dreams.  Rather I was roughly pressed into the dining room table and Master Robert forced his thick cock into my tight virgin cunt.  Before we began, he made me beg.  I knelt there naked and trembling on the cold tile floor and begged him to fuck my virgin hole. He instructed me on the words I was to use to describe myself and what I was going to do. I begged him to rip into my cunt, to claim my fuckmeat. Finally, he gave me what I asked for.  I remember that I screamed and screamed as his dick ripped into my pussy, tearing me open for his pleasure.  I had never felt pain like that before but was to suffer far worse later that evening.  The brutal fuck lasted for at least 30 minutes with me alternating between screaming from pain and begging for him to continue.  Twice he pulled out and offered to take me home. In both cases I pleaded with him to put his cock back into me, to use his cock to brand my cunt as his forever.  The force of his thrusts pressed my clit into the table edge and as he bruised my cervix, I came. My whole body shook as I experienced the worst pain and the greatest pleasure at the same time.  Moments later, I felt hot jets of cum spurt into my bruised and bleeding pussy.  He grunted several time and thrust even harder as he pushed his seed deep into me. 

When he finished, he grabbed me by my hair and pushed me to my knees.  I was made to kneel before him and instructed to lick his cock clean.  At first, I refused. His cock was covered in blood, pussy juice and cum.  He said it was OK, that he would not force me.  He then gathered up my clothes and handed them to me.  I remember panicking as I realized that he was going to take me home!  I begged his forgiveness, crying and groveling as he just stared at my pathetic figure. Finally he allowed me to kneel before him again and clean his cock.  I had given a couple of blow jobs before so I started with what I knew. Taking the head into my mouth and sucking as I used my hand to stroke his cock.  That only lasted for about a minute before he grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep into my mouth. He showed me how to use my lips to squeegee his cock while my tongue cleaned the tip and rim.  When his cock was squeaky clean, I liked his balls and sucked away any fluid caught in his pubic hair.  I gagged and coughed my way through the whole experience.  I look back and am embarrassed by my lack of technique.  But he was patient with me and I will always be grateful.   After I cleaned him, I was led to a small rug in the corner of the living room.  Sir told me to lie down and relax for a few minutes. He wanted me to be rested for round two.

I lay on that scrap of rug, still bleeding, cum dripping from my cunt wondering what happened to the nice girl from that morning.  I was so sore, I could barely crawl. How much more would I be able to take?  I soon found out. 

I must have drifted off to sleep because the next think I remember is Sir waking me up. I laid there on the floor looking up at him. He seemed so imposing and strong but I was not afraid.  He was naked and had a glass of water in one hand.

He looked down on me and in a gentle voice asked “How are you feeling slutwhore?”

“Fine Sir” I send in a low voice.

He handed me the water and told me to drink.  I finished the entire glass then he took the glass from my hand and proceeded to slap me hard across the face.  I remember being stunned by his violent act.  What had I done wrong?  I cradled my aching cheek in my hand and could feel tears running down my cheeks.  I looked up at him but did not speak.  He ran a hand gently over my hair, pushing a few strands off of my face.  “I get to treat you any way I wish. I can be cruel or kind. You have no say in the matter. Never forget that.  Now follow me.”  He walked into another room and I scrambled to my feet and quickly followed.

We were standing in what was once probably a den but now seemed like a weird gym. There was equipment everywhere.  I recognized the treadmill, an elliptical trainer, a weight bench but the rest of the stud looked odd to me.  Sir gestured me over to a strange looking bench. “Here, put these on.” He handed me a set of four leather bracelets with little rings in them. 

I had never seen cuffs before but I wasn’t stupid and quickly put them in my wrists and ankles.  Master Robert put a small brass padlock on each one and secured them. I was not going to be able to remove these without a key.  At this point my heart was beating very very fast.  My cunt ached from the earlier fuck and I felt like I would simply fall apart at any moment.  “What is going to happen next Sir?”

“You should not speak without permission little one but I am going to let it pass for now.” He spoke to me as he gathered several items and put them on a little card.  I remember thinking that it reminded me of the tool tray that dentists use. “What is going to happen?  I am going to fuck you in the ass.” I almost fainted when I heard these words.  I had barely been able to take him into my pussy, how would I possibly be able to take him in the ass?

“Sir, please don’t do that to me.  You’re too big for me.” I said this as I sidled closer to the door.

“You have two choices my sweet, you may either bend over this bench or you may go put your clothes on and I will take you home.  I don’t have time for your games.”

I stood there for several moments staring at him, his cock, the bench and the door, trying to decide what to do.  I knew that I should just leave. Go back to my safe life but for reasons I will never understand, I walked over to the bench and bent over.  Master chuckled as he locked my ankle cuffs to the base of the bench. “I was going to restrain your wrists as well little cunt but as a punishment for that little stunt, I am going to have you hold your ass open for me.  I don’t want you to think this is rape. Now, reach behind you and pull your ass cheeks open wide.” He followed the last command with a little slap on my ass.  I jumped at that but reached back and spread myself open for him. “Wider, I want to be able to see inside that little bud and all the way into your pussy”

I pulled by cheeks as wide as I could and remained there, bent over, and trembling, wondering what was next.  I could feel his fingers probing my virgin asshole. They felt slick, like they were covered in some sort of lotion or jelly.  Suddenly he forcefully shoved two fingers past my sphincter and deep into my ass.  I screamed louder than I ever have before.  It hurt so badly.  I let go of my cheeks and reared up on the bench.  The only thing I could think of was getting the pain to stop.  He shoved me back down on the bench and pressed a hand on the small of my back to keep me there.  “What the fuck do you think you are doing bitch.  That was nothing; in a moment my cock is going up there.  Get your hands back on your ass NOW!”

I was opening sobbing at this point.  My ass felt like it was on fire but I reached back and pulled my cheeks wide, holding myself open for another assault.  I could hear him moving around behind me then I felt a small tube being forced into me. I started to squirm a bit at the unfamiliar sensation. I tried to look back and see what he was doing. “Don’t worry Peri; I’m just putting some lube into your asshole.  I don’t want to damage my cock by fucking you dry.” With that he removed the little nozzle and pressed a finger back into me.   His finger pressed into me up to the second knuckle. I could feel him moving back and forth in my, pressing against my sphincter, stretching it wider.  I knew he was making taking his cock easier but I was still very nervous.  After several minutes, he removed his fingers and I felt something larger pressed into my ass. “Bear down Peri” I heard him say and he continued to press into me.  “I am putting a butt plug into you. I want to stretch you a bit before I fuck you in the ass.”  I tried to relax and follow instructions.   I felt the plug forced into me until my ass was squeezed tight around the base.  I was taking deep breaths and trying to absorb what was happening to me.  “I’ll just leave that in for a while.  Don’t go anywhere.” He was laughing at his own joke as he walked away.

He left me there, strapped to the bench, stuffed with a plug for what felt like hours but was probably only 20 or 30 minutes.   I had just started to relax when I realized that I had to go to the bathroom.   I let go of my ass cheeks and tried to stand up.  That would make it easier for me to hold my bladder.  I had just straightened when I felt a hand on the back of my neck shoving me back over the bench.

“You are not a very smart little cunt are you?  Did I say that you could let go? Did I tell you to stand up?”

“No Sir.”

He let go of my neck and walked around to stand in front of me.  I looked up and saw that he was holding a wooden spoon. “Put your hand out, palms up. “ I stretched my arms in front of me and waited.  “If you pull your hands back, I’ll add five more strokes.” With that he began to strike my palms with bowl of the spoon. It hurt worse than when he fucked me, the spoon occasionally hitting my fingers.  I lost count of how many times he struck me. It took all of my willpower to hold still and allow it to happen.  Eventually he stopped and held the spoon to my mouth. “Kiss the spoon and thank me for correcting you Peri”

I pressed my lips to the spoon. “Thank you Sir for correcting me” 

“Good girl. Now get your hand back to your ass cheeks and keep them wide open for me.” 

My hands felt hot and swollen. I could barely bend my fingers enough to grab my cheeks.  He playfully slapped the spoon on my bottom as he started to walk away.  That light slap was the last straw and I felt myself start to urinate on the floor.  I froze and he realized what I had done.  The only sound in the room was my breathing and the sound of my piss hitting the floor.  I was mortified.  I had not wet myself since I was a child and I was terrified of his reaction.