Reclamation: Part 1 [a dark story about abduction, CNC, bdsm, and slave training of a former FWB]

**Epilogue**

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I had met this amazing woman in college. She was sexy. She was insatiable. She was a gateway to kink. No matter how hard I tried I could not find boundaries with her; “no” just wasn’t in her vocabulary. There were things I didn’t even want but ended up doing for just to see if she would call my bluff. She never did. 

To me she was a drug. The way she smelled, the way she felt, how she tasted, the things she could do, the noises she made, the orgasm she could give me; being with her was a high unlike anything else. And it went both ways – Enough time apart and we’d just start to crave sex with each other. A strong relationship takes more than just sex, and unfortunately it was clear the other facets of a relationship would never work for us. Still it took nothing to end up in bed with each other, or a backseat, or a church, or a mall changing room… We had an off and on again relationship for years that I’d characterize as the best sex that’s been had on earth.  

It was a shame when she told me she engaged.  This was in bed after some very depraved acts her fiance apparently would never be bold enough to do to her. I scolded her for not telling me and she confided that his lack of sex drive, imagination, and ability was ‘suffocating’ her. She stroked my ego claiming sex with me was the best shes ever had’ while on the rare occasion he’d coldly ask if she wanted to have sex it was unfulfilling and seemed like a choir to him…

I couldn’t help but slut shame her a little. It was my first time cucking someone I damn well want to know that sort of thing before hand. I thought that whatever just happened was a just a “good bye” or reach for closure. I wrote it off telling myself she was trying to burn the last of what we had out of her system before settling into domestication, but it was clear I was wrong when she reached out again months later.

She was married now, but found their relationship decaying, not improving.  she confided in me his routine was to come home, fire up the x-box, drink, wait for dinner, and guilt her about being to “needy” if she asked for attention. That pissed me off, here was this goddess he bound to himself to and he was just… neglecting her. He didn’t appreciate what he had; he wasn’t even aware. I was. And for whatever reason it made me both angry and envious.

So, I found myself jonesing again for that taste only she had. I had a revolving door of partners in my late 20s and I am almost certain she is one of a kind. I couldn’t say no when she proposed a rendevous. I had decided to treat her and had gone all out; renting a hotel, getting a suit refitted, stopping by the custom leather shop, picking up flowers, a bottle of her favorite wine, a canister of her favorite herb, among some other errands. I planned to show her the best night of her life.  I was looking forward to it myself, but she stood me up. It was a “no call – no show” and I’m sure she spent the night with her husband. I was beyond full awareness of my emotions, it was a mix of relief, anger, jealousy, and whatever else topped with that yearning to experience her again. It was then I started a new plan. There were some deep and dark fantasies she had once confided in me long ago. This was confidence was erned in a post orgasm euphoria mixed with weed and cheap booze. At the time I thought it was a crazy fantasy; it was so dark. It worried me that it was in her psych, and I thought it nothing I was capable of. But after being stood up, this new feeling dug something up in me. I decided I was going to deliver, only it wasn’t going to be a roleplay scene, I was going to give her the real thing.

**Day Zero**

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It was months after she no showed. I knew she was in town visiting friends in my city for the weekend. It was no secret on social media. Her husband wasn’t with her either. It probably sounds “predatory,” but I also knew what bars she’d go to and that she’d end up staying at her favorite until getting kicked out for closing time.

I patiently waited in the parking lot for her at the end of the night. I caught her by surprise; she seemed quite happy to see me. I said I was waiting for a friend who needed a DD and we started to catch up. Feeling more confident, I mentioned my “new puppy” was in my car. She immediately demanded to see it.  A tipsy artistic girl and a puppy, right?   How could she say no?

As soon as I’m sure we’re alone in the dark lot, my hand is around her throat and I’m whispering a warning that being quiet is definitely in her best interest.  “Don’t fight back, struggle, or make a sound.” I say in a voice I know she remembers. I tell myself part of her had to miss it – years ago she was my gateway into kink, and from time to time I certainly found myself reminiscing fondly of the noises she could make.

Before she could fathom what was happening I had Handcuffs around her wrists and was pushing her in my trunk… I didn’t give her time to react, let alone think. 

“Ha ha. Very funny, now help me out” she said as I looked down at her. The annoyed  look on her face slowly begins to shift to fear when she sees the ball gag moving towards her mouth.

“Seriously. Not funny.  If you…” is stopped short by the gag. I can suddenly sense her panic as I don’t respond. I silently testing the gag and lock it in place.   I want to make sure it’s not going anywhere, which means it’s probably not comfortable.  I confiscate her purse, and forcefully push her back down as she tries to rise up. She’s stunned, and I can’t help taking a moment to savor the image of her bound and ganged in my trunk before closing it. After verifying I also have her phone and keys, I grab her luggage out of her car. It’s probably not necessary for what I have planned, but it could be useful.

I can hear her gagged and muffled screams as I start the car.  I turn on some music and twist the dial to an obnoxious level. It overpower her noises and helps with the next step of my plan. I  drive around town, in an attempt to disorient her and eventually pull into my garage closing the door.  As I pull her out of the trunk I watch her eyes scan the space looking for any clue where she is. I never told her that I moved, so I find myself very curious just what is going through her head. She’s not really reacting, and I’m not sure why. I use the opportinity to blindfold her and add more restraints, locking a spreader bar around her ankles. As she loses her sight she she begins to fight, but it’s easy to over power her small feminine figure.  I stand her up straight and use my pocket knife to strip off her clothing. As the cold air starts to take her body, I take a moment to just appreciate her curves. I smile because know they belong to me now; something she hasn’t quite figured out yet. There’s fear and uncertainty oozing from her and I eat it up.  She tries to mumble what I’m almost certain are questions and I simply grab her by the neck and silently lead her into the house.

I enjoy every second she stumbles blindfolded, restrained, and gagged through an unfamiliar house. She spasms in surprise as I push her backwards onto a mattress on the floor. I think about how confused she must be as I adjust the restraints putting her spread eagle on display.  She tests the cuffs as I pull padded noise cancelling headphones over her ears. I secure them in place with bondage tape doubling over the blindfold. She continues to scream and struggle, but the restraints and my body weight make it a rather pathetic attempt.  she eventually takes a break to catch her breath; she tries to speak yet again but the gag obscures everything.  As she lays there tugging at her bindings, drool pooling around her mouth, I decide to take a photo. This is a moment of triumph and I want my trophy.  I hit play on an old iPod and a very loud porn compilation of sexual abuse starts playing. It took me time to curate, and is almost entirely women brutally gagging on cock and taking any and every kind of abuse. If I’m right, it’s all she can hear now, and it’s hopefully setting the mood. She fights again as I straddle her stomach and start writing on her forehead with a sharpie. She tries to speak again; normally I’d be enticed by the puzzle of just what she might be trying to say but I lose myself in the plethora of emotions all fighting to get out of her at once. It’s a sound I’ve never heard before and its beautiful. 

I’m moving the marker lower as I tag graffiti all over her naked body. She keeps trying to squirm and struggle but the restrains do their job.  Then, I leave the room, giving her time to take it all in – cold, gagged, blindfolded, tied to a bed listening to a looped recording of all kinds sexual abuse; women degrading themselves, crying, and gagging on what you can only imagine to be giant cocks. I hope she appreciates it; I put a lot into set up and planning.

I wait about 10 minutes, it seems like forever to me, I wonder what it must be like for her.  I pause the “music” and tell her how happy my friends will be to meet her. She jumps as I gently slide a lubed up vibrator slowly into her pussy. She’s wetter than I expected. I start the next mix and it’s very much the same only with house music pulsing behind the lewd noises. She never could stand techno, but this is so much more. I leave the room and start the next part of my plan. I change and mask myself in a new cologne. I return after a few minutes, wondering if she will realize it’s me as I saunter over her. We’d been together enough, I wouldn’t be surprised if she could mold a replica of my dick out of clay from memory… 

Condoms were never something we used when we were together, so I sat next to her and put one on. Smell and touch are the only senses I’m not fully in control of.  I’m certain she can smell the latex and cologne as I forcefully pull the vibrator out. I replace it with something more natural. Every muscle in her body goes tense and shes starts screams “no, no, no, noooo” successively through the ball gag while shaking her head. Her pussy has turned into a vice and feels divine.  It’s then that I notice that the sheets are soaked, and I wonder if her mind is enjoying this as much as her body is.  I press my forearm down on her neck, blocking her airway, as I start to thrust wildly.  I’m beyond excited and it doesn’t  take me very long. My cock is spasming inside of her and it feels unbelievable. l pull out, rolling over to collect my thoughts.

As we both catch our breaths, I take the condom off.  She’s gasping for air, but at the same time making a low wailing noise with every exhail. I set the condom on her thigh and penetrate her pussy with my finger. Then I add another and spread her open. I listen and I can hear the techno and screams from the headphones. I almost regret how loud it is, but it’s drowned out by her gagged screams as I start to pour the contents of the condom into her cunt.  Even with the gag I can make out “stop, no, I’m not on birth control! Noooo!” She knows what’s happening and I smile. The thought of her obedient, collared, naked body kneeling at my feet while a read a book in my chair had been burned into imagination. Now when I go to that “happy place” I’m surprised to find the scene now has her with a swollen pregnant belly. Its unexpected, but in a good way as I start to feel my dick get hard again. I can’t think of a higher honor for her.

Her sobbing brings me out if the dream. I slap her hard across the chest and she screams. I tell her “He said you’d stay quiet. So shut the fuck up!” I try to disguise my voice and hope its enough to sell the lie. At least the headphones are on my side. For failing to stay quiet I strike her again and again for every noise she makes after that. I realize I’ve lost count by the time she finally starts to quiet down. I didn’t plan to leave the bruises. “That’s all on her” I think and watch her begin to tremble.  I climb off the bed as I force the vibrator back inside of her. She fights the restraints and I wonder if she has a full handle on reality at the moment.  I’m not so gentle this time, but it slides in with no problem as our mixing fluids start to leak out.  I take another photo, and pinch her niples, twisting and pulling until I get the reaction I want. I slap her again for making noise and leave her in the room while I set up more activities.

After some time cleaning up and switching back to a more familiar scent,  I visit my pet again.  It seems like she’s overloaded. Shes much calmer, almost like she’s exhausted or more likely in shock.   I note that she managed to wiggle her vibrator out and ponder the appropriate punishment.  I undo the tape and finally pull off the headphones.  She tries to mumble question, and I slap her across the face, harder than all the times before, then I focus my attention on her left breast repeatedly striking it with an open palm. “Shut the fuck up. I own you now and you will not make a sound, unless you are directed to.” I say to her.

I can feel her hold in a scream as my hands clamp around her breasts; groping them tighter and  tighter. I didn’t expect her to be so compliant already. I wonder if her body is just reacting from memory. “You fucking wants this. You’re a goddamn whore who’s purpose in life is to be my personal fuck toy – cum slave. You want that honor, and you will feel so much better when you admit it to yourself” I tell her. The room is silent again, and I whisper “I guess I should put this back where it belongs” returning the vibrator to it’s home. She winces in pain as I bottoms out and I strike  it hard with my palm, making sure it won’t go in any further. “This is it’s home now. Just like you’re in your new home.” I say.

I start to explore her body with my hands and mention how happy I am with her. She starts to tremble again.  I claim that she’s already made me some “good money” hoping to sell the lie I was whoring her out. I want her to think that she means little to me, but in all honesty she’s mine now, and I refuse to share.  I finally peel off the blindfold, and it’s clear it’s too bright for her. As her eyes adjust as I hold a mirror up for her. She doesn’t even notice as she takes in the whole room… It’s small, windowless and painted grey.  Then her eyes lock on the mirror, she sees “whore” sharpied on her forehead. Moving down, all kinds of obscenities are scribed onto her body, but it’s difficult even for me to read. Her sweat has caused some streaking. “Ugly cum slut” is on her right breast, the other side says “private property. Ask before you touch.” There’s also an arrow on her stomach pointing down. It says “sperm dumpster” and “cum in this hole first” on opposite sides of the arrow. 

She starts to try to protest… I think I hear the start of a sullen “whyyyy” but its interrupted by my hand around her throat and a backhand across the face asking “What did I just warn you about making noise without permission?” She seems to find some composure right away, then again I suppose a blocked airway can be pretty motivating. 

I gently caress her and say “it only gets better from here, IF you follow the rules.” ”Don’t scream” I warn as I loosen the gag. It’s finally out of her mouth and she inhales ready to unload everything that’s circling in her head. I give her a look that warns that it’s not the time for questions or comments, and she holds the breath in.

The restraints are finally undone, and I resecure her hands behind her back. She sighs as the blindfold goes back on. Worried she’s still not getting it, I  slap her across her face again and explain “that noise is highly inappropriate coming from a piece of my property. I simply won’t allow it.” 

I stand her up and lead towards the door warning there will be consequences if she drops the vibrator. Half out of fear and half not wanting to disappoint, she does her best to grip it as I lead her down a hall taking short steps; or at least that’s what i imagine.  It occurs to me she was drinking all night and it’s been some time since she’s been to the bathroom, but the thought evaporates as she takes baby step after baby step in front of me. At the end of the hall,  We enter another room and I bend her over a table with her ass in the air. I then reposition the vibrator changing it to a random pattern and says “I guess you must not be as stupid as you look. Good for you.” She jumps – startled as I slap her ass hard and grip it.

My hands are all over her body again as I tie her to the table in a doggystyle position. The gag is back in her mouth. Next, she feels something cold and wet drop between her spread ass cheeks; I imagine she has to have a pretty good guess of what’s coming next; She’s covered in lube, the vibrator is still going wild, so there’s only one place I’m likely to go. My hand grabs a handful of hair and her back arches as I start to push into her tight asshole. Clearly she wasn’t ready, but I don’t care.  She yelps as it only takes seconds to force all of myself inside her.  “Be silent” I warn, and slap her hard on her right ass cheek while snapping her head back, pulling at her hair with my other free hand. It has to hurt, but I know it could be worse. I think she does too, as she tries to comply when I start to fuck her.  Seconds into ramming her tight little hole, I sense her orgasm. It’s a long and drawn one followed by several smaller ones. For whatever reason she’s trying to hard to hide them, but I know her too well. The first time she slowly lowered her precious little obedient ass onto my dick she had the cutest orgasm I’d ever seen before I was even all the way in. Its delightful memory, but she’s not so giggly now and it snaps me back to the present. Now I keep wondering what the punishment should be for cumming without permission?

This time around my stamina is better than the “other man.” I was overly excited at first but I’ve managed to calm down. I wonder again if she fell for my ruse.  “What a perfect cum vacuuming fat piggy,” I mention out of no where. Her ear twitches and I realize she knows that’s something I’d nornally never say to her, humiliation yes but body shaming isn’t in my wheelhouse. I interrupt the thought asking “Maybe you should be made into a hu-cow. Your tits are already the size of udders… how would like to be milked daily?” She screams and tries to work out “you better not!” through the gag… I haven’t broken her yet but its clear shes forgot about the cum slowly dripping out of her. Thats a great sign, but I’m compelled to remind her as punishment for not just making noise, but talking back.

“you might he pregnant right now, though! And I didn’t take that guys name, only his money…” I whisper in her and then spank her ass. She let’s out a guttural scream as I watch a thick rope of snot and drool connect the ball gag to the table.

As I pound away at her tight little asshole she’s still tensed up and trying to hide the pleasure forced upon her body. She’s definitely mixing signals right now, and I’m looking forward to ironing them out. She’s my concubine and I’m attentive enough see her starting to wince, the lube is gone. I might be imagining it but I think it might’ve made my dick just a little harder.

I command her to ‘relax, it will help ease the pain;” I’m not a monster. After all, I’m certainly not mad that she seems to be getting something positive experience for her as I fuck away. She just needs vocal permission to enjoy it that much…  Just to be thorough, I occasionally spank her ass and swat her thighs savoring the reactions.  “I wonder what she could fetch on action” I blurt out. She kicks again and I say “$2. $3.50, maybe? Grade D fuck meat at best.” She must take offense to the comment because I feel her ass tighten a little around my dick… and the vibrator still going adds a little tickle.

Soon enough I need to change pace. She’s been around enough to have to know I’m finally getting close. I think about how gratifying it would be to switch from ass to mouth and cum in her throat. So, I undo the buckle on her gag, and she spits it out without permission.  Angry at that, I  Suddenly I pull the blindfold off. There’s no way she was prepared for what was waiting. A number of webcams are pointed at her; There’s several screens live streaming the show. One has a live reaction shot of her face. Another is of her backside – and what’s inside of it. On a nearby computer monitor you can make out other men are watching intently, some are clearly touching themselves.  There’s a screen in front of us and it’s suddenly clear to her that I was just reading highlights from the comments coming in.

She suddenly bucks, fighting the restraints, finding her voice; But her “No!” is interrupted as my hand forcefully covers her mouth.  As she jumps and struggles, fighting the restraints in a frenzy, she feels me unload cum deep in her ass as she wildly tries to resist; failing as leather wears into her skin. It’s a fantastic orgasm and I collapse on top of her still holding her mouth shut.

I wait for her to calm down. “Not a word” I say as I pull out of her and move to turn the cameras off. she stares at me trying to catch her breath.  The sudden look of anger in her eyes contrasts well with the soggy, puffy, cried out look underneath it. I start to get hard again and contemplate breaking this unexpected attitude, but I find restraint. That is until she says “fuck you. Scott’s gonna fucking kill you.”

I reach for a cattle prod on the table behind her and shock her left heal. She screams, and I ask her to repeat herself while moving the prod to her ass. I pull the trigger again and she let’s out a guttersl scream. “she really doesn’t like electricity,” I think as I move the contacts to her pussy lips and lean around to show her how serious I am. Its almost like she never said it.  The defiance disappears as easy as that. 
‘What was that?” I ask.

She shakes her head emphatically, blurting out “nothing! I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING. PLEASE, DON’T! NO! I’LL BE GOOD, SIR! I’LL BE YOUR PERFEFT CUM SLUT SLAVE… JUST PLEASE… DON’T….”

I pause enjoying the scene as I feel her anxiety rise. “What an emotional roller coaster this must be for her?” I think.  I move the prod to back of her neck and she starts to whimper. 

“Read your favorite comment” I say. 

“What?” She asks. I push the button.

Her next scream seamlessly transitions into crying and I recognize shes finally dropping into subspace.  “Read it, you fucking human glory hole” I order as I start remind her of the bruises forming on her ass cheeks with my open palm.

Between the sobs she complies.  And it’s some of most fucked up self deprecating shift horny abusive men on the internet can imagine. It’s perfect until I hear a tinge of fear in her voice as she reads an offer to buy her from me with crypto-curency.  it’s actually a lot of money. I’d be lying if I said part of me wasn’t tempted, but this one’s not for sale. She belongs to me.

I turn the screen off and sit down in front of her saying “I guess now it’s time to have a conversation.”

“Yes daddy” she mumbles unable to make eye contact. I smile, because it seems to roll off her tongue as if instinct.

Rule 1: you are property. You have no rights, your opinions and feelings are meaningless. You have no possessions. You are a possession.  my possession.

Rule 2: Most possessions do not have names. You may get one if I grow attached to you, but for now you will respond to girl, slave, slut, cunt, whore, wench, or any combination using those words.

Rule 3: you are to address me only as “sir” or “master.”

Her eyes go wide. She had just called me ‘daddy’ and I reassure her that she didn’t yet know so she’s safe. It takes a bit to calm her down, but the fear and panic she’s venting is a treat.

I ask a few more questions and she is quick to answer. Shes slowly regaining a sense of self as we converse. Seemingly satisfied, I start to undo the restraints, commenting that so far she has been barely “satisfactory.”  I lead her into a small bathroom and tell her to clean up. I take a moment to wonder why she seems so pliable so quickly,  but realize our extensive history must be the X Factor.  I know her well enough to know that deep down some part of her wants this. She’s not fully self-aware of it, but I will show her.

Inside the room is some bottled water, fresh fruit, a [hand written card instructing her to memorize several slave positions] (http://66.media.tumblr.com/210f251ec3e5505215b2cd24e0dc4420/tumblr_oasffxEJNK1rkpmbwo2_r1_1280.jpg),  but her eyes immediately lock on her phone. She lunges for it, but soon realizes something is wrong when I don’t react. It’s not connecting to anything, I comment that the SIM card has been pulled. The phone is full of photos of her naked tied to a bed, and then she notices a bunch of messages that she didn’t write. They went out to her friends and family and explaining how she’s “feeling trapped and exhausted by life and needs a break.” I hope she appreciates the effort I made to copy her syntax and punctuation. Through years of both friendship and play I was very familiar with it. She goes on, getting to a part I made about “running away, sneaking into Canada looking for the excitement and adventure her life needs.”  There was a group text with her friend and sister where she complained about missing good sex, I continued it and suggested it might be a reason for what’s happening with her erratic behavior. There’s also a message sent to two of her closest friends explaining her phone probably won’t work across the border and asking them to take care of “things at home” for her.  I’d share what I sent to her husband, but somethings are best left private between a man and his wife, right?  It’s clear shes gotten to the good part when I see that familiar look of panic in her eyes again.  I assume she’s realizing there’s nothing she can do from that room with a non-working phone. I watxh her eyes go wide and she starts to shake uncontrollably. I grab her neck and push in into the wall choking her until she calms down and goes limp.

As she comes to, I tell her “the world will keep moving without you. Don’t feel bad, you need to just worry about yourself for the time being… and pleasing me. Life is going to be so much simpler now. You’ll love it” I put pressure back onto her throat to convey she really does need to worry about the here and now. I let off a little and tease “once you are broken and understand your place, maybe I’ll let you go back home. But only as long I trust you won’t forget who you belong to and you will remain obedient whenever I call…”

That’s the brightest ray of hope I’ve offered since the lie about the puppy. I’m not sure of it myself. I can’t trust her right now. And as much as I want a house broken pet waiting for me to come home, I’ll be damned if the thought of a submissive little ‘sleeper agent’ appearing to live her boring life, ready at anytime to become my personal fuck slave at the utter of a single word doesn’t make my dick hard. She could still be married. She could still work. She could raise my children I’m secret. While the world would never know it she’d be mine body and soul. Twenty four hours a day. Seven days a week. I wonder which scenario shes prefer more; truthfully I suspect she’d much prefer to escape her ‘quaint’ little life. But we’ll see. There’s plenty of time to figure that out.

I let go, grab the phone, and leave the room. She hasn’t earned privacy yet so I peek at my cam system, watching her huddled naked in the corner of the tub finally getting a chance to let out all the tears she was holding back. Normally I wouldn’t be so cruel as to let a sub drop like this, but I want to to know dispair. I need her broken down entirely before I can truly claim her as my own. I let it go on for about 40 minutes and realize without any windows, clocks, or electronics she has no sense of time. She carries on for another hour or so and finally starts to regain some composure. She explores the room, nibbles at the food and drinks, uses the bathroom and takes a long shower scrubbing off all of the sharpie. Eventually she sits, hugging her legs, staring at the door, waiting for something to happen.

When it looks like she’s starting to drift off to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal, I knock. And warn “I’m coming in and if you’re not in the ‘wall’ position you’re going to fucking regret it.” She must’ve  looked at the card on the sink because she’s already assumed the position as I enter.. I smile saying “now Nadu” and watch her glance at the card and adjust accordingly. It’s only the first night, so expecting her to have these memorized seems unreasonable, “she has until tomorrow night.” I tell myself, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Collar me” I say, pointing at the card and she assumes the position only to realize I’m holding a brand new collar. I ask if she’s ready, but it really doesn’t matter. Still she nods yes, but I question the sincerity as I note silent tears fall down her face as I gently fasten the buckle around her neck.

“If you didn’t know, this officially makes me you mine. Only I may take this on and off. Your purpose in life from now on purely is to satisfy me. You have no rights. No name. You are just a fuck toy to be used and a receptacle for my cum. Now assume the ‘ready to please’ position.” 

She jumps to it while still showing a glimpse of hesitation, and I  make her repeat what a “dirty cum hungry whore” she is out loud. Followed by a few other self deprecating insults. She chokes them out and i can’t help but smile. I’m not sure she completely believes the words she’s saying yet, but we have time to work on it.  

Realizing I’m getting a bit tired myself, I demand to see her “classiest and most enthusiastic blowjob.” She looks in my eyes trying to comprehend the order and I declare “now is not the time to test what happens if you are disobedient and displeasing.” The flash of fear on her face let’s me know that she realizes I’m not bluffing.  Taking heed of the warning, she shuffles her knees, clumsily unbuckles my belt, drops my pants, and takes my dick into her mouth. I was hard this whole time and obviously eager for this moment.

“More eye contact” I demand as she starts to gag. She really seems to be struggling to look at me, especially when it comes to eye contact. I’m almost upset but then I she reminds me that she can deepthroat me, even though it’s not easy. “You’re doing good. It’s rare that I come from a blowjob” I moan. The words of encouragement mix with her fear and excitement; I’m certain she’s drawn upon all her experiences to try her best. It feels amazing. I continue to moan and whisper things to her as she goes. I gently massage her head as her tongue circles mine.

This drags on for a while and eventually I feel her jaw starting to slack. She takes a moment to stroke my shaft while trying to catch her breath. I notice tears on her face and wonder if they’re from gagging or someplace emotional. “Doesn’t matter,” I tell myself as I  grab a fistful of hair and I pull her mouth back onto my cock. “I didn’t say you could stop. I’m almost there!” My other hand palms the back of her head and I start to wildly fucking her face.

I force her all the way down my shaft. My balls rest against her chin and I hold her there. After moments without breathing she panics and starts gagging.  She tries to push off, struggling; I just hold her in position with my cock down her throat… She stops, trying to relax, and not to resist as long as she can, but soon enough her body starts to react on it’s own. I maintain my grip on her head, smiling as I watch her. Then without warning I climax, shooting cum straight down her throat. She jerks back, finally breaking my grip. As she pulls back my dick keeps spasming giving her a sudden taste of my cum – the perfect compliment to the taste off her own ass.

She coughs and gags, flinching as I move to strike her again.  I hold back saying “I should be mad, but that was just so fucking amazing.” She regains her composure and I say “my cum is sacrement for you now. You Never let it go to waste, or ever let a drop of it touch the ground.” I pull up my pants and exit the room. As the door closes I instruct her to wash up and brush her teeth. On the cam I see her notice the toiletries I snuck in when I entered. 

I watch her do as she’s told, then I knock again and tell her “assume attention.” She snaps into place like a soldier as the door opens. I beckon her to follow me and lead her to a room.  

“You must be tired,” I say.  “I came in everyone of your holes! There will be a reward for that.”

She starts ask where she is, but doesn’t get it out before my hand is back around her throat. She goes silent and I see emotion start to fill her eyes again as I squeeze but it soon breaks to an apathetic look. “Good” I think, “finally some progress.”

I lead her through the house to a guest room and share more of the “rules,” studying her face as I explain:

“You will need to accept my cum in at least one of your holes everyday. if you’re not a completely stupid cunt, you won’t find out what the punishment is if you don’t. Also If you manage to get it in all 3 of your holes in a day, there will be a reward. For example tonight you don’t have to sleep tied up in the dog crate if you don’t want to.”

She glances around  the room. Inside it there is a crate, bed, desk, large bottle of water, a mirror, another position card, and a french maid uniform draped on a chair. A couple more uniforms are hanging in the closet, but I doubt she can make them out yet. I ask if she has any questions. As she opens her mouth I warn “they better be good questions” while raising my hand. Not wanting to waste the goodwill she’s earned, she wisely shakes her head no.  “Good” I say with a smile.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for your wonderful new life?” I ask? Her face contorts. She struggles so hard to hold back the tears. It’s only now that i see the bruising on her neck. I wonder if it hurts her physically as she manages to thank me between the choking gasps of air. Saying it really seems difficult for her. I contemplate pushing her over the edge, it probably would be very cathartic for her to let out the tears shes holding back, but I stand and stare as she slowly regains her composure.

“Get some sleep. You’ve a lot to look forward to tomorrow. We’ll start your training bright and early with breakfast in bed. I haven’t decided what you’ll be making yet, though.  We’ll see how I feel when I wake up. After that we’ll start your ‘formal training.’” 

Then I pull a sharpie out of my pocket, delicately writing “Slut #7” on her forehead, kissing it. Then I leave the room and lock the door from the outside.  I turn out the lights, commending myself on the decision to not put the light switch in the room. Watching another camera with night vision, she fumbles around the room until collapsing on the bed and curls into the fetal position.  She’s silent at first but then starts sobbing loud enough to barely hear through the sound proofed wall. I almost feel bad, but there’s something about her despair I find arousing. I ponder for a moment if I should fuck her one more time?

I decide to leave her alone for now,   as I’ve got a car to hide and a new day to set up for. I walk down the hall past the room her younger sister is locked in. I peek at the camera and see her sleeping quietly in a pet 
kennel, and I smile because not only has she emptied her food bowl, but she’s finally wearing the collar, cat ears, and tail butt plug. It had been a week and a half, and I was worried she’d never stop taking them off when I left the room. Her timing couldn’t be more perfect.

I take a breath and realize how exhausted I am. Once I manage to get a little rest, I can’t help but feel tomorrow will be a great day… and if it goes well the day after will be a surprise family reunion! Things are off to a great start…

To be continued.

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