Here’s a fantasy I’ve had forever that I would love to have come true… hope you enjoy, I certainly loved writing it!
The rattling I heard as Master unlocked the cage door abruptly woke me, and I quickly turned to kneel my completely naked self in front of where He now stood. “Morning, slut,” he smiled. The contrast of his warm behavior now from the terror of last night’s punishment was so great that I became irrationally happy. Was I getting attached to Master’s emotions> Fear struck me as I realized that I was turning into exactly what he wanted me to be– a slave who’s sole purpose and joy comes from pleasing Him. I shook the thought away. I knew that once I went through with this, paying my debt, I would happily return to my normal life. However, I felt confused as to how much my feelings changed. A few weeks ago, I was waking up crying and screaming to the point that Master needed to gag me almost 24/7, to now, getting butterflies when He treated me nicely.
After unlocking the cage, He went around to the side, where He unlocked my nighttime neck, wrist, ankle, and waist shackles from me. As I flexed the soreness out, Master fondled and squeezed my breasts roughly. I whimpered in the pain, as my breasts were often sore, since they were still growing (I’m still only 18!), but otherwise I made no other comment, as I was used to being touched and used like an object by now. He then replaced my heavy-duty nighttime neck shackle with a slightly lighter and more manageable daytime collar, equipped with rings around it for multi-functional use. Master said He would buy a permanent collar and brand me if I choose to permanently want to be His slave by the end of my training period. In no way would I ever want that, and I actually got whipped when I laughed after He told me that the first time. How would I ever willingly be a slave? I faltered a bit at the question. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad… I quickly shook the thought away again.
Master let me go about my morning routine uninterrupted (which wasn’t always a given): an hour of treadmill running and strength exercises to look my best for Him, and a quick shower, while cleanly shaving everywhere but my head hair and eyebrows, just how He likes it. When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that Master laid out some clothes for me to wear for the day: 6-inch stiletto heels, a lacy G string thong, and a very sheer tube top that I knew wouldn’t be able to cover the bottom curves of my breasts. All the clothes were black. I eyed the stilettos warily, as I always had a hard time walking and doing chores in them, but Master said that those were the only kinds of shoes that proper sluts wear. After wearing the clothes, I looked in the mirror, and almost started playing with my nipples after seeing the way my delicate piercings stood out against the nearly transparent fabric. I realized what I was about to do and stopped myself, as I wasn’t allowed to touch myself without His permission. Last time I did, I had to wear a chastity belt and was edged for days, and I would hate to go through that again. I pouted. It was his fault that I was going to touch myself; He was the one who took me to the shop to get nipple piercings in the first place, and I was only going to touch myself because the piercings were so pretty. But, I had to focus. I turned to go downstairs, trying to remember if there was enough bread to make toast along with an omelette for Master’s breakfast. Luckily there was, and I happily went about cooking and setting up the table for Him. The delicious smell of the food made my tummy rumble, but I kept my hunger at bay. Exactly at 9:30, Master came downstairs and entered the kitchen for His food. I knelt a few feet away from the table, my eyes downcast, back straight, and knees spread, just as He had trained me. He systematically took a lead from the cupboard, attaching one end to my collar and the other to a hook in the wall closest to me. “Good pet,” He said offhandedly. I smiled at the praise.
After He finished His meal, He took the meager leftover scraps on his plate and dumped them into a dog bowl, placing it in front of me, then cuffed my wrists behind my back. “You know the drill, little slut,” He said, “let’s see how much your oral has approved.” He unzipped his jeans and thrust His growing cock into my mouth, and began to fuck my face as He took fistfuls of my hair and directed my head back and forth. I started gagging, as I always do, but tried to relax myself and accept his cock. Tears filled my eyes as he came close, and with one last, painful thrust, He came deep into my throat. I eagerly accepted the salty treat that I had grown to like the taste of. Plus, that was the only thing I had ingested since mid-afternoon yesterday, as I’m only allowed two meals a day (both of which are my Master’s leftovers). “You need to do better, bitch,” he chastised, “I felt like I was doing all the work.” I kept my eyes downcast. “Sorry Master. Your slut will do better next time.” He luckily still allowed me to eat his leftover egg, as I learned to expertly consume food from the dog bowl without the use of my hands, but still made a mess on the floor, which I had to clean with my mouth. After I was done eating, He uncuffed my wrists and unclipped my lead, then left the house, saying He would come back in a bit, and the house should be clean and I should be presentable, as others would see me.
I panicked, not knowing what would done to me for the day, but I nonetheless went through how he trained me to act for these situations. First, I cleaned the entire downstairs, including the kitchen, study area, common bathroom, living room, and lounge, then went to Master’s room to do my makeup. I applied it as he specified before, with light makeup around my already big, hazel eyes, but made sure to put emphasis on the innocent plumpness of my lips. Lastly, I went to where Master puts my special outfits for guests and, as instructed, put on the skirt at the top of the first drawer. It was a deep reddish-pink schoolgirl skirt, but obscenely short. When I wore it, the bottom of my very generous ass was just peeking out, and if I twirled even a little bit, the skirt would fly up, and I would be exposed, if it weren’t for my thong. I uneasily tried pulling it down a bit, but that just drove the other side of it even higher up, and, just when I started to give up, I heard Master open the door, followed by a second pair of footsteps and some small chatter.
I hurriedly returned downstairs, and crawled to my resting place in the lounge, where I knelt in front of Master and His companion. Master firmly spoke, “Look up, slut. This is Dr. Johnson, and he’s here to perform some exams, recommend some treatments, and prescribe medication to improve you.” I looked worriedly from Master to the doctor, a robust man only a little older that my Master, perhaps around his mid-50s. “Hi there, Leigha,” He smiled warmly at me. “The first thing on our agenda today is to see what we can do about enlarging those perky breasts of yours.” I furrowed by eyebrows. I knew Master could alter me as He pleases while I was still in debt and the contract was in place, hence the nipple piercings, but He was going to permanently make my breasts larger too? What if he made them large enough to make me look like a whore for the rest of my life? A pit formed in my stomach.
With avid curiosity, Dr. Johnson began to feel my breasts, and I whimpered at the rougher touches. After a few minutes of prodding and measuring, he turned to Master. “We can do different treatments, but I recommend a combination of multiple for the best results. We can immediately start her with breast enlargement cream. She should apply generously before she sleeps, so that it works overnight. I’ll also prescribe supplements, which she must take twice daily. Since we were talking about it earlier, I’ll add on the lactation-inducement pills, as well. He turned to me. “Make sure you take your new pills whenever you take your birth control.” I nodded softly, looking down at my average tits. “We can also have her undergo surgery in a few weeks, once we see how she reacts to these treatments. My bet is that she’ll grow substantially, but if you really want that perfect, whore look, we can make a little surgical adjustment later.
“The second thing, of course, is the 24/7 libido-enhancing drug, which I also recommend the maximum safe dose of. Having a slutty fit like her get an unnaturally high amount of sex drive is going to turn her into the perfect sex doll, and I’m sure orgasm denial will be all the more powerful, as well.
“Now, the last thing is just my little treat.” He looked hungrily at me, and started unzipping his pants. I could see his cock bluffing straight out as he liften me up and smushed my body against the couch near where I was kneeling. He brashly stuck his fingers in my pussy and I moaned in reflex. He pulled them out, and parted my mouth as an indication to suck my own juices. “You taste that, slut? See how wet you are? You were born to be a slave. Trust me, you’ll be begging for your Master to keep you as his little fucktoy after you’ve payed your debt.” With that, he roughly slammed his thick cock into me with no warning, causing me to scream in pain as my tight pussy was stretched beyond relief. Master designated me as free use, so I should have seen this coming, but I was still gasping in shock and pain from the doctor’s sudden change of pace. I tried squirming out of his grasp, but he held me firmly in place, pushing my face farther into the leather couch. I soon started to give into the pleasure building up inside me.
“Can I come, Master?” I asked softly.
“No, my little slut. We have more things waiting for you this evening, and I need you to stay horny.” I could barely feel fear of what was in store for me later, since I now was trying with all my might to not come from the doctor’s deep thrusts. After a few grunts, I felt the hot come inside me, and resisted the urge to similarly go over the edge. My pussy pulsates agonizingly as he pulled out of me, leaving me on the brink of release.
“Ah, what a pleasurable whore you’ve got.” The doctor spoke to Master. “But I must get going. Please update me with the progress of her treatments, and I’ll see you at her next appointment.” With that, he grabbed the only suitcase he came in with, and left.
I was crumpled on the floor slightly grinding the floor as I was attempting to quell the agony of being edged. “What are you doing bitch? You are not allowed to pleasure yourself, you know that.” The intense anger in my Master’s voice scared me, and I stopped immediately.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“That’s not going to cut it. Luckily, I have some friends coming over tonight who would be more than happy to punish you for being such a fucking slut.”
My eyes grew wide. He was having multiple friends over? This was the first time He’s brought more than one person in His house while I’ve been His slave. The knot in my stomach got tighter.
“Go clean up and make me lunch, and cook enough dinner for 7 people.”
“Yes, Master.” I tamed my hair and got my wits together, making my way to the kitchen to make a sandwich for Master, then moving on to make a big pot of pasta, salad, and pie for the guests. By the end of the cooking, my feet in those 6-inch heels were torturing me and I could barely stand, and I set the dining table up with relief. I knelt next to the small kitchen table, again waiting for Master to walk in for his sandwich. I was kneeling for around an hour and started getting restless. I wouldn’t dare move, however, because I knew the consequences would be terrible. I flinched at the memory of the whip on my ass. Finally, at 3:00, he came for lunch. We went through the same thing; he ate, then put scraps into my bowl. Then I blew him, hungrily licking his delicious come, and was allowed to eat out of my dog bowl. After I finished, he instructed me to stand in the corner of the lounge, facing the wall, as he had no use for me. Master mentioned he was extremely busy with work and had to get some things done before the party tonight. With the cuffs still tying my wrists behind my back, which he didn’t take off after my late lunch (and my last meal of the day), I stood at the corner, with my back straight and my feet slightly apart. Although the position was easy at first, my feet quickly started to ache again from the heels, and all I could think about was the pain concentrated at my feet. I’m sure I stood there for hours, as the sky darkened, and the torture started bring tears into my eyes. But, at the same time, my pussy was also throbbing and lonely. Did I… like the humiliation? And the pain? I felt confused, and tired, and worried for the evening, and didn’t want to address those thoughts now.
Finally, Master walked over to me. “Aww, poor slut, your knees are shaking,” He said, a mix between care and mocking. I whimpered a bit in response, but it came out more as a moan. “Oh, I guess you like the pain a little too much, huh?” He laughed, and I shook my head against his musings vigorously. “Well, the guests are coming any minute now, so I want you to present yourself near the stairs at the front door so they can see my new toy well.” I nodded and shuffled over to the bottom of the stairs, which was just behind the front door, so that whenever it would be opened, anyone passing by could see me in my slutty clothes, kneeling for the guests walking in. The thrill of that thought made me even more wet, and I got ashamed for my wetness just as quickly. The first two guests arrived together, both men, and didn’t bother looking at me when they came in. They said their hellos to Master, and as they needed to cross me to get to the lounge, one spared a curious look of judgement at me, and the other stopped only for a moment to rub the tip of his shoe against my pussy. I was shocked by the way they treated me, but soon realized with a settling dread. I was an object to them. I am an object.
As the rest of the guests arrived, only one even addressed me, just to say, “oh! that’s a cute bitch,” then joined the others in the lounge. All the guests were men. After they all settled in the lounge, Master turned to me.
“You must equally follow the orders of everyone here, as you do for my orders. Now, go and kneel at the corner of the lounge.” I obeyed, and crawled over, which was difficult, as my wrists were still cuffed behind my back. When I stumbled as I crawled, a few of the guests laughed at me, and I didn’t even get a chance to get to the corner before one of them gave me an order.
“Come here, slut. I need a leg rest.” I crawled over, and he uncuffed my so I could stabilize myself into a dog position in front of him, to which he rested his legs on, which were much heavier than expected. I needed to make a conscious effort not to buckle from tiredness. I held the position for around half an hour, before another man called my over.
“Strip,” was all he said. I was only a small part of what was occupying his mind, and that was all he could bother to say. I slowly took off my sheer tube top, school girl skirt, and thong. Just as I was removing my heels, he ordered me to keep them on. I silently cursed him, but obeyed. He absentmindedly unzipped his pants and took out his semi-hard cock, grabbing my hair and directing my pussy to him. I understood the cue, and started riding him on the couch as he looked past me to the person he was talking to, continuing his conversation. My legs felt on fire as I moved up and down for what felt like forever, but he finally told me to leave, even when he didn’t come. I left to the corner, but was called within minutes to the man sitting next to Master.
“I heard you need a punishment for pleasuring yourself today, right slut?” At first I was confused, but then remembered how I was grinding the floor. I nodded meekly. “Have you ever tasted piss before, darling?” My eyes widened. I hated the taste of piss after my Master used me as a urinal a few weeks ago. I shook my head in panic, but that only made him laugh. “I guess that makes the punishment all the more memorable, huh?” I winced at the memory of the taste, silently hoping Master would object, but he said nothing, just clipping the leash to my collar. He handed the leash to the man. I crawled behind him as he led me to the backyard, onto the grass.
“Open wide,” he said cheerfully. I reluctantly opened my mouth as be took out his long cock, and braced myself as he pissed into my mouth. I tasted the sourish, sulfur-y liquid and did my best not to gag, but I knew I had to drink all of it. My fear of more punishment made me eagerly come closer to the stream, so I wouldn’t miss a drop, lest he would tell Master. “That’ll make you think twice before pleasuring yourself, slut,” he said as he zipped up his pants. Again, I nodded meekly, thankful the experience was over but still tasting the remnants of his piss in my mouth. Surprisingly, I saw two more men making their way towards us in the cold, night grass.
“We wanted a quick fuck before dinner,” one said to the guy who led me outside. I almost let out an audible sigh, knowing the night was not done for me yet. The other man roughly pushed me onto the grass, swiftly sliding his cock into my still-wet pussy. My body, already so tired, could only think of his wonderful cock sliding in and out, but just as I was getting lost in the feeling, a second cock was probing my mouth. I instinctively began to suck, and established a rhythm that made my tits swing back and forth, brushing the grass tips, which further stimulated me. I did everything in my power not to come, and finally, after they unloaded on me, I thought I had finally reached relief from the constant abuse. However, that was when one of the men took a huge butt plug from his coat pocket and parted my lips, instructing me to suck it. He then eased it into my tight ass, making me feel extremely full. The other man had a dildo, which he similarly inserted into my pussy. The feeling was indescribable and wonderful, but the fact that I couldn’t touch myself made it frustrating, as well. They left me on the grass, in the cold, as they went back inside with the third man to eat dinner. I was too tired to move, and probably wouldn’t be allowed to anyway, so I watched the party have the meal I cooked in a haze through the window, relishing the feeling of my ass and pussy filling me. After what must have been two hours of seeing them eat and chat, they finally got up to leave, and Master promptly came to fetch me when they all left.
“You were a good slut today, Leigha.” He praised me. I beamed in pride. He recognized all my efforts, and He was happy with me. That was all I needed to hear to make today’s events worth it. As He led me upstairs to my cage, He said He’d let me keep the dildo and buttplug in as a reward. Like a little kid, I sat happily as He chained back up my wrists, ankles, neck, and waist. As He locked the cage door, giving me a last smile before He went to sleep in His bed, I felt content.
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