I watched Master as he led me in our customary morning walk. This is the time I get to see him without fear of being reprimanded. Usually, I was not supposed to look directly at him. It was during our walk in his estate that I dared to look at him for a long period of time.
There I was, naked save for my sneakers, collar, leash and cuffs holding my hands behind. My hands are bent at the elbows and I hold each elbow with the other hand. This way, my ass is not covered by my hands. My Master does not want a lot of ropes. He wants me naked as I am. And he wants an unobstructed view of my ass.
I walk behind him as he pulls on my leash.
It’s been two years since I became his slave. For a twenty two year old woman it’s a sizable period of her life. For him, it must have been nothing. I was kind of amazed at the way he kept fit. Yes, he worked out in his home gym. He was taking care of his health. But still, as he walked on in his t-shirt and shorts right now, I felt amazed. He was sixty.
Now you must be wondering. Why did a young woman just out of her teens end up a slave of a man almost her grandfather’s age?
Well, I don’t know why. But I knew how. We met at a club one night. I was with a friend. He was alone. Our eyes met and something clicked. We were soon dancing. He felt my ass over my skirt and said, “no panties?”
I asked, “how did you know?” I think he heard it over the music. Or he read my lips. He just smirked and squeezed my ass.
“Grab your purse” he said.
I knew my friend Lisa was dancing. But it was okay. I could text her. She won’t mind. Somehow, I knew this was what I wanted. I felt the power he had over women. How he squeezed my ass gave a good indication. It was strong, decisive. So was his decision to take me out.
Once in his SUV, I sent a text to Lisa. He started the engine. I watched him. He looked so confident. I sat back.
“So, little one, why don’t you wear panties?”
“I do wear them. Just that I didn’t tonight!”
“Too bad,” he said.
We were soon at his place. Once inside, he wasted no time in removing my dress. Then he started kissing me. He explored my mouth greedily.
“Do you trust me little girl?”
I looked at him. “Yes, I do.”
“Mmm… So submissive” he said with a smirk.
I knew that I was somewhat submissive. But I was taken aback when he just let this out.
“Well, I just trust you. That’s all.”
“I might be a murderer,” he said smiling.
“If so, kill me.”
He lifted me up swiftly. “Bloody hell!” I thought. Soon I was on the living room sofa and he started kissing me. Then he went over my breasts, sucking on my nipples greedily. I was in heaven.
“Nice tits slut!” he said, kissing my lips once again.
He called me a slut, I thought, but I was too lost in his kisses. He once again moved over to my breasts. Once again he fondled them and sucked on them. This time he moved down, over my belly-button to my clit. Then he started lapping at it. I was lost in no time and writhed in ecstasy. I was getting higher and higher until I just exploded in a shattering orgasm. I closed my eyes and flew far away to some strange place.
He had not even removed his clothes.
Then he lifted me up and took me to bed. I clung to him throughout. Once in bed, he turned me over and gently slapped my ass.
“You trust me, do you little slut?”
He called me a slut again. But I was too lost in ecstasy or was just too tired and indifferent. I do not really know what happened. But I liked it when he called me a slut.
“I trust you” I said.
“If you want out, just say, mercy, and you will be out of this,” he said, pulling my hands behind and putting on handcuffs. Then he slapped my ass again.
“Understood, slut?”
“Yes,”
He was so sudden and I did not know why. He just took it to a higher level without ever discussing with me. But, yes, I could have said the safe word right then and there. But I did not.
He went to the bathroom. I could hear him having a shower. I was scared and thrilled at the same time. Here I was naked and handcuffed on a stranger’s bed. I turned to a side and stayed there till he came. He returned soon enough. Throwing the towel to a side, he sat on the bed and lifted me up. He was cool and snuggly. I hid my face in his chest.
“You are a lovely girl,” he said, squeezing a breast. He is going to make me horny again, I thought. But he just let my breast be after a while and cuddled me. His cock just rested there, not worried too much about me. “Aren’t you gonna fuck me?” I almost asked.
“I wanna pee” I said instead.
“Oh, there is the bathroom.”
“Ok. But I am handcuffed.”
“Do you want me to release you?”
Oh, what a question? What was he expecting?
But it was clear that he expected me to pee while handcuffed. But, did I want him to release me?
“Oh, well, lets play this a little bit more.”
“No. I can manage.”
I walked towards the bathroom wearing my handcuffs. Looking back, I saw him staring at me.
“You like what you see?”
“Of course.”
“What do you like the most? My cuffs or my ass?”
“Both I’d say.”
“Good answer,” I said, playfully pointing my ass towards him, and ran to the bathroom.
Life was not too bad while I was in the bathroom. When I returned, he was still on the bed. My handcuffs prevented me from covering my nudity. Not that it mattered much.
I climbed onto the bed, kneeled and kissed his cock before he could do anything about it. He sat up and pulled me down.
“Do you want me to fuck you baby?”
“Yes,” I said matter of factly.
“You are such a fuckslut aren’t you?”
I wanted to defend myself. I did not want him to see me as a sex craving slut. But, things did not go that way.
“Hmm… Yes” I murmured.
“Well, you cannot just be fucked. Get on your knees and ask for it.”
He helped me up and I was on my knees.
“Please fuck me,” I said.
“Hmm… Could be better. But not bad for now.”
He stood on the bed and pushed his cock in my mouth. I started sucking it in. It grew in size as I sucked him more and more. He pushed in and gagged me. He held me tightly until I could hardly breath. Then he pulled out. He did this a few times and I was going out of my breath all the time, just managing to breathe when he let me.
“Lay down and spread your legs like the slut you are!”
He was firm in his tone but not unkind. I sat on the bed and looked at him.
“My hands?”
“Will they be crushed?”
“Well, we do not want to risk it, do we?”
“Get on doggie style then!”
He helped me turn over and spanked me hard as I assumed doggie position. I kind of knew that slap on my ass was a certainty. Had it not come, I would have been disappointed at my intuition being wrong.
He slid his cock in with little effort. I had lubed it enough I assumed. He slid all the way in, holding my hips tightly. He was fast, relentless. I felt my pussy wrapping his cock tightly, but he pushed on even more relentlessly. My pussy ached in the embrace. All of a sudden, I came. He shot his load into my pussy just while I was lost somewhere.
He removed my handcuffs and cuddled me. “You are such a wonderful slut,” he said, kissing me.
I looked at him. “You mean it, right?”
“Of course. I do not waste my words. You are a wanton slut who needs to be fucked good.”
On that very first night he drew the boundaries. I was a slut. Not His slut yet. But a slut.
I slept cuddling him, my satisfied pussy leaking his cum.
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I was still holding onto him when I woke up next morning. It was already quite late and I was feeling a bit hungry too. I ran to the bathroom naked and returned to bed, thinking what I should do. For once, my dress and bra were still somewhere in his living room downstairs. But I decided to look for them later. Same with my phone.
I woke him up gently. He smiled and sat up.
“Good morning little girl.”
“Good morning.”
He stood up.
“Tea or coffee?”
“Coffee please.”
“Let’s go.”
We were downstairs. I saw my dress and was going to pick it up when he said, “no need.” I smiled. “Am I supposed to stay naked now?”
“Yes” he said. “Stark naked.”
“Great,” I said. “Can I get my phone?”
“Of course.”
I knew Lisa should have texted. There it was.
“Where did you go last night you idiot?”
“I am with a sugar daddy” I replied.
He made us coffee while I sat on a stool in his neat little kitchen.
“Still there?” Another text from Lisa.
“Yeah.”
She did not respond.
The kitchen smelled of coffee. He mad two cups and offered me one.
“Thanks.”
After coffee he took me back to bed. I was already getting horny. I knew he felt it. He took me to bed and lay down, cuddling me.
“So, darling. I am Andrew. Tell me your name.”
“Pamela. That’s Pam.”
“Great. Can I tell you something?”
“What?”
“You are quite an interesting woman.”
“Why?”
“I do not know. But you are quite interesting. Maybe you would spend this weekend with me so that we can learn more of each other.”
I considered his proposition. “Why not? I will.”
We fucked like some crazy sex maniacs. Then we slept more.
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I spent that weekend with him. Life at his mansion was peaceful. He had a nice garden too. He said a gardener would usually come every two days. But no one came during the weekend except for a pizza boy on Saturday night. Saturday night and most of that Sunday was spent in the garden and the pool. Needless to say, I lived naked.
Our weekends became normal. He would gradually introduce me to BDSM. I was a submissive and I knew that. We gradually moved from being a Dom and a sub. A few weeks later, I moved in permanently.
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My journey into slavery was not a sudden process. Master took me in slowly. It took me a few months to complete my transformation. It is a story which needs a lot of patience to tell. Maybe I will one day be able to describe it in detail.
Lisa knew of my decision to take the plunge. She was furious, insisting that I was a strong woman and needs no Master. Well, she was correct. I am a strong woman. A slave girl should be a strong woman. Giving away control is not about being weak. It is about being brave enough to trust someone and strong enough to go through everything to make sure that my Master is getting the best of me. This is what I thought.
Six months after that initial nightclub meeting, my Master collared me. My collar had a large ring in front and three smaller rings on the sides and back. For public events, I received a choker with a small ring in front. Those who knew should have understood. But public events were quite rare since I started living with my Master. Visitors would be there occasionally and I would appear according to my Master’s instructions. He would decide on my dress. There were always no panties and for some visitors, I was to be naked. This was another interesting aspect of my life as a slave. I do think Lisa was wrong. Only a strong woman is capable of such tasks.
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His estate was out in the country. This was an interesting place. There were a few workers around but I was to fulfil my duties. My task was to serve my Master 24/7. In a way, this is the place where I found my freedom. He would take me for walks, play tennis, swim or go for boat rides in the small lake and enjoy the sun in summer. I was to be his naked slave. Yes, irrespective of the workers around there, I was to be naked.
There were four permanent men at the estate. A cook, a gardner and two guards. I knew my Master trusted them very much. They got paid on time and there were times when they were paid a bonus; me. On days when there were others at work, I was not put out to be seen.
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So I was being walked that morning towards the lake. There was no one else to be seen. Not that it mattered. It was still a bit cold and I felt the cold wind brushing against my nipples. They were sensitive to the cold and I wished my Master would allow me to wear a bra or at least nipple pasties one day.
I wondered what has become of me. In my life, even nipple pasties are deemed a significant improvement. I smiled to myself. I wished my Master would stop and wrap his body around mine. It was the best protection I could get.
I knew he adored me and protected me. He never let me in danger. Even when he gave me to someone else, he did so if he trusted them. Those people respected that trust and respected my limits.
I walked behind him, yearning for the embrace. He never once looked back. He just pulled me by my leash. I continued with my walk.
It was by the lake that he stopped. I could see the boat by the small wooden jetty. But this morning was not for that. He came to me and removed my leash.
“On your knees bitch!”
I dropped to my knees, legs spread wide to allow him access to my pussy. He smiled.
I thought he would take out his cock and make me suck. He usually does that. On my walks out in the garden, I usually got fucked. But no such thing happened. He left me, walked over to the jetty, got onto the boat and started rowing.
I was confused. What was he doing?
For a slight moment thought of using our safe word. Was I ready to stay here wondering what he was upto? But I decided to try myself. I should be able to continue with this. Actually there was nothing drastic in this. It was just that I was confused by his action.
I do not know how much time went by. I just remained on my knees. My Master had taken me to the grass and not the sand. It was fortunate that he did so. I knew it was intentional. The sun also fell on me. Therefore it was not so cold.
I saw my Master return after sometime. I watched almost each and every step of his. I wanted my kneeling time to end. Only he could end it.
He came over to me and patted my head.
“Good girl. Get up!”
I sat up as quickly as possible. My legs were already getting stiff. My Master spanked my left ass cheek.
“Thank you Master!” I said.
He played with my nipples for some time, alternating between the two. He even sucked on them for a moment. I felt my pussy getting wet.
“Let’s walk back to the house!” Master said suddenly, attaching my leash. This time he did not take the direction we took in the morning. The path took us through the other side of the estate and was longer to reach home. Denied release, I walked behind him, hoping he would change his mind.
The gardner, Mr. Smith was at work when we approached the house.
“Good Morning Peter. It’s gonna be a nice day, isn’t that so?”
“Yes Andrew. Good sunny day” he said, looking at me.
“Say good morning to Mr. Smith little bitch!” Master said for all of us to hear.
“Good Morning Mr. Smith!”
“Good Morning!”
In the presence of my Master, his employees were not allowed to use derogatory names on me. There were no such limits when my Master was not present. I could just imagine what Mr. Smith was calling me in his mind.
We walked past him and I could also imagine Mr. Smith’s eyes staring at my ass. I took extra care to tease him. Later on, when he gets the chance, he was sure to spank me for my naughty walk.
So, we walked in. I was longing to be taken by my Master. In my mind, I was demanding that he did not tease me further. He took me straight to our dungeon room and removed my handcuffs.
“To the cage!” He said, giving me a resounding slap on my ass.
I fell on my hands and knees and crawled to my cage. He locked me in. This iron cage was enough for me to sit in and I did so.
“Wait for me. No touching and no cumming!”
He left me in the dark. I grabbed the iron bars and sat up as much as I could, rubbing my pussy on the steel bars behind me. But it was a mere act of desperation. I sat on the floor and waited, longing for my Master’s cock like a bitch in heat.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kxb4za/chronicles_of_a_slave_the_walk_mfbdsm
perfect. So sexy.