The Slave Girl: Chapter 3 [mf] [BDSM] [slave] [noncon]

While I was waiting for the attendant to return with the paperwork, I studied my new slave. Whatever name I chose would likely influence how she saw herself and how I saw her. I worried about giving her a name that a freeperson might have, lest it confuse her, but I wasn’t sure I wanted her to have a traditional slave name either. Slaves tended to be called things like “Fuckholes” and “Cockwarmer”. While such names would certainly remind her of her place, they were a bit tasteless in my opinion. A slave needn’t be named something so garish to drive home their purpose. I kept stroking her, and she turned to look at me with the same intense stare that had initially brought her to my attention- like a deer in headlights, I thought. Maybe something like Doe would be suitable. As I gazed at her wide eyes and freckled body, inspiration struck. I would name my slave Chital, after a type of spotted deer I had seen on a summer trip to India in my college days. She had turned away again. I tugged on the hair I’d been stroking to get her attention.

“Slave”, I began. “As I said before, I will be buying you today. I have decided to grant you the privilege of a name. Know that this privilege can be taken away if you disappoint me. In any case, I have decided to call you Chital. I expect that you will answer to this name. I also noticed that you refrained from referring to yourself in the first person earlier. I expect this to continue. The words ‘I’ and ‘me’ are no longer a part of your vocabulary as you are property, not a person. If you need to refer to yourself, ‘your slave’, ‘slave’, ‘she’, and ‘her’ are acceptable. You may not use your name. In addition, because I will soon own you, you will address me as Master and will refer to me as “Master” or “Owner” if you need to speak about me to others. Am I understood, Chital?”

“Your slave understands, Master”

“Such a good, obedient girl already.” I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed Chital’s seemingly permanently soaked cunt. “Are you enjoying this, Chital?”

“Yes, Master. Very much, Master” she replied, her voice halting and breathless with arousal.

“Good girl, my Chital. Good little slaves like you get to experience all kinds of pleasure, don’t they? Do you want to be good for me, my Chital?”

“Yes, Master”.

“Now, Chital, as you may have overheard, before I take you home, I have the option of having your body modified to suit my preferences. I plan on taking advantage of this. You are going to be branded. Your septum, tongue, nipples, and clit will be pierced in addition to several more piercings on each of your labia so that I can chain your pussy shut as I desire. In addition, you will get a birth control injection as I do not wish to breed you. All of this will be painful. You may scream and cry as you feel the need, but I expect that you will not resist. If you are afraid you will be unable to hold still, you may ask me to restrain you, and I will be more than happy to do so and help you obey. I know this will be difficult for you. You will be richly rewarded if you obey, but if you resist, you will be subjected to pain that far outclasses what you are about to undergo. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Master”, responded Chital meekly.

The attendant came back through the door with the paperwork, handed it to me, and informed me that she would return when the background check was complete. I pulled Chital into a sitting position between my own straddled legs so she could see exactly what I was signing off on. I hadn’t realized that her hair removal was temporary, so I initialed next to “laser hair removal- excluding eyebrows and head”. I hadn’t ruled out shaving Chital’s head once we were home to further reinforce her place, but I was nervous about breaking her. I liked her spirit- the fact that she was such an eager slave naturally was very arousing for me and I felt that breaking her completely would ruin her allure.

I could tell Chital was nervous. Still sitting up, I hooked my feet around her ankles and pulled her legs wide apart. I reached between them again and began toying with Chital’s clit.

“I know all of this is going to hurt, Chital, but won’t it be worth it when I’m leading you through the streets by your clit? You’ll have a beautiful brand right above it marking you as my property. No one will have any doubts as to what you are. I might put you in all sorts of outfits as it pleases me to do so, but in all of them your pretty little branded cunt will be on display as I lead you on your leash. I know you’ll enjoy that, won’t you, Chital?”

“Yes, Master”, Chital replied, even more enthusiastically than I expected. “Your slave wants you to put her on display, Master”.

“Good slave”, I purred. Chital melted into me as I praised her and continued teasing her soaking pussy.

The attendant returned. I had, as I expected, passed the background check. She took the papers from my outstretched hand and flipped through them.

“Chital, huh? Interesting choice.” she remarked. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and showed the attendant my inspiration for the name. “Ah. Very fitting”, she said. “I see you have decided to go with some modifications for Chital here. If you’d like, you can relax in the waiting room while I make sure all of that gets taken care of. You are, of course, also welcome to accompany your new slave”.

“I’ll be accompanying Chital”, I replied. “I’m eager to see just how obedient my new slave is”.

“Alright then. If you’ll just take her leash and follow me, we’ll get started”.

“All fours, Chital” I ordered. “Crawl ahead of me. I want to see my slave as she crawls for me”.

The attendant led Chital and I down the hallway, through the lobby, and down another hall. She led us to an empty room that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a tattoo parlor.  There was a bench covered in sanitary paper and designs framed on the walls. These, however, were clearly meant for slaves. Most were stylized text- things like “PROPERTY OF (INSERT NAME HERE)”, “ANAL ONLY”, and “CUM HERE”.

“The piercer will be with you shortly”, the attendant informed me. “After that, a nurse will come by and oversee the branding and hair removal before giving your slave the shot. I’ll have a tag with your information made in the meantime to replace the one she has attached currently, and you can stop by the receptionist’s desk on your way out to pick it up”.

“Got it. Thank you for your help”, I told her as she turned to go.

“Good luck with… Chital, was it?” I nodded. “You made an excellent choice”.

I turned to my slave. “Are you ready to be marked as my property, Chital?”

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