I woke up in masters arms, collared to the bed but other than that…free! It had been months since I slept without restraints. It had taken 2 months of conscious effort just to get to this point. Even if my reward was just for a day, I was still content. Maybe in time, I can earn this type of sleep everyday. Over the months of my training, I felt more and more like a real slave instead of just role play. I had duties to do everyday, no financial freedom, master controlled all of my needs, even basic ones such as using the bathroom, eating, sleeping, etc. I was 100% controlled in my everyday life. This type of life is completely different from what I had before. I feel no emotions anymore. No anger, sadness, happiness, even gratitude. I am just completely numb. But at least the house is well kept, and the bills are being paid, and I’m healthy. Master gives me nutritious food and forces me to do an elaborate exercise regiment daily. Master takes care of me, and in turn, I take care of him, doing everything he says. There are times when master finds emotional comfort in my arms. I give him a head massage while he talks about his day. Then he fucks me raw. The emotional release makes the sex feel better to master as he tells me. Those times, I really feel like someone he once used to love. His girlfriend. I don’t know what it is, some people, even in the BDSM community might find our relationship to be that of an abusive one, but I am content in my place as master’s slave. Believe me, when master first introduced the idea, I was less than pleased. An independent woman, becoming a slave for her boyfriend? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been submissive, but the term “slave” didn’t sit right with me. And the terms master had laid out did not seem so appealing. But eventually, I agreed and my training began. Master broke down my spirit, day by day till I was nothing more than what I am now, but I still have a long way to go before I am master’s ideal slave. Master made sure I knew that.
SLAP!
Master brought me out of my trance, my thoughts. “On the floor, sit on your knees” he commanded undoing the end of the leash that tied me to the bed. I did as I was told, expecting to give master a blowjob, instead, he led me to the living room where I was greeted by a rather torturous looking machine. I looked at master with curious yet pleading eyes. He smirked back at me and proceeded to hook me up to the machine. My head was in a cage, not allowing me to move with a penis in my mouth. Hands were tied and stretched as far back as my body would allow. Nipples were clamped and attached to the base of the penis, stretching out everytime the penis retracted out of my mouth. This was truly a torture machine. Master just laughed, pet my head and went back to our room. I was positioned next to the television with a clear view of the bedroom, and the clock. A few minutes had passed with the machine pumping me when I heard snoring. Master had gone back to sleep! How long would I be connected to this machine? My arms had already begun to hurt! Would I be able to handle much more?
Hour after hour passed, I noticed that the machine had been programmed to change up its speed and angle every 10 minutes or so, keeping me on my toes. In the 3 hours that I had been hooked up so far, none of the patterns repeated itself. Master soon emerged from the bedroom and unhooked me from the machine. He wiped the drool from my chest and chin then led me to the bathroom. “Clean yourself”. As I did that, he brought out the enema nozzle as well as some clothes. As soon as I was done rinsing the soap off of myself, master turned the water off and attached the nozzle. One end to my asshole and the other to the faucet from the shower. He started the water and sat me down on my knees. He
took his cock out and I opened my mouth, ready to please him. “Lets see how much you have learnt” he said as he face fucked me. I sat there, with my mouth open, not moving an inch even though my face wasn’t backed into a corner. Master held my head in his hands and deep throated me instantly. I gagged a bit and coughed but other than that I was fine. Master pumped into my mouth with more rigger than the torture machine had done. So much so that my eyes started to tear up. The pressure from the water filling my belly and masters cock pumping my mouth was a lot of stimulation for me. I was so grateful that master had not turned on the vibrator that was still in me. All of it together would make it very hard for me to control myself and my orgasms. Master stopped pumping and came inside me. Just as he did that, he looked down and noticed my belly to be the size of a 6-7 month pregnant woman’s belly. He turned the water off and grabbed the inflatable butt plug. He had pre-inflated it to stop the water from being released from my asshole, but when he stuck it in, he noticed that some water was still leaking out of me. He inflated it some more and removed the pump feature, leaving it filling my asshole. He stood me up and helped me into my designated clothes for the day.
“We are going to have a spa day with my friends and their girlfriends today. It will be about 6 hours and then you will be allowed to release the water from your belly. I’ve ordered a fake belly online and from next time you will just have to wear that, no enema. Okay baby?”
“Yes Master”
“Good, now go make me some pancakes, and you can have a fruit smoothie. Since you are filled and won’t be able to bend as much, you may sit at the table today, you will still be drinking out of your bowl without using your hands”
“Yes Master”
Once we finished our breakfast, master led me to the car by my leash, blindfolded. I was not used to walking blind with this weight and nearly fell countless times before master finally removed my blindfold and helped me into the front seat of the car. I sat there, exhausted from just walking to the car with the extra weight and closed my eyes for a second.
WHACK
Master whacked me across the face, bringing tears to my eyes. “Did I tell you to close your eyes? Did you ask for permission to?” I shook my head no. “Then why would you think it would be okay for you to do that? You obviously have not learnt the right way to be a true slave. Get out of the car and get lean on the car seat, you are going to get 15 spanks for disobeying me.” Master had this almost evil look on his face. It was terrifying. I did as I was told, as fast as I could, stumbling a little from the weight of my belly. I slumped against the base of the seat, ass in the air out of the car, waiting my punishment. Master removed his belt from the drivers seat and spanked me right from there, on my back. I counted each one of them out loud, refraining from making any noise as to not alert the neighbours. I made a mistake, it
was my duty to take the punishment like a good slave. 15 spanks later, I was even more exhausted and in pain than I was before. “Get in, make it quick. You’ve made us late”. I got in and could no longer hold the plain expression on my face. “Master may I express my pain quietly? It is getting hard to handle” I asked, hoping to be shown some mercy from my lord. “Yes, until we are with my friends. Then back to nothing. Understood?” “Yes master”. I grunted quietly as I allowed my pain to be shown on my face. I quietly let the tears fall down my eyes as I reached to hold my belly out of comfort. I wasn’t even pregnant but somehow, my mannerisms became that of a pregnant woman. Wobbling while walking, holding my belly etc. Maybe in the future, I’ll have a child in me, and I can feel the miracle of life for real. Until then, this enema would have to suffice. “Get ready to go back to poker face baby, we’re almost here” I gathered my emotions, wiped the tears from my face and went back to a poker face just as we pulled up to master’s best friend’s house. We walked to the front door, master helping me up the stairs and knocked, waiting for the door to be opened.
Just as the door opened, master’s best friend, or as master has instructed me to refer to him as, sir #1 pulled me into his house. He walked me over to the couch and sat me down then walked away with master. Soon, all of master’s friends and their girlfriends walked in. They touched my belly, and we spoke about how I’ve been, how they’ve been, our upcoming plans etc. Daddy walked back into the room and we all decided to leave to the spa. Sir’s girlfriends were helping me up, taking care of me, walking with me etc. We all piled into daddy’s car and headed to the spa. Funny how with the distraction, and the enormous butt plug, the water in my belly was more containable. Daddy pulled me aside once we reached the spa and asked me how I was doing regarding the pressure from the water. Once I told him I was feeling fine, he gave me an evil smile and turned on the vibrator. It was low enough that I would be able to handle myself while getting the pedicure done for my feet but I wasn’t sure when master would turn it up, making it near impossible for me to hold in the pleasure, or the water. Daddy liked to tease me. He loved to push me to the edge and force me to compose myself, with little facial expression shown outside.
Right in the middle of my pedicure, daddy turned up the vibrations and I jumped in my seat surprised. When the salon lady asked what happened, I told her I just felt a kick and it caught me off guard. That seemed to satisfy her. The vibration was so strong I could barely contain my orgasm. I held on for dear life, not allowing it to emerge as I also clenched my butt cheeks holding in the water. After what felt like forever, daddy finally turned it down. He walked into the bathroom and motioned for me to follow me. When I entered, master hoisted me up onto the counter, removing my clothes and vibrator and began to fuck me. I honestly think daddy has a pregnancy fetish. He kept caressing my belly and kissing it while pumping me. He filled me up with his cum while mine dripped down his massive, beautiful cock. He let me release it into the toilet before putting the vibrator back in me. He cleaned himself up and helped me clean up as well before we left the bathroom. It had already been 4 hours that my belly had been filled with water. Our spa day was done, I wondered what we would be doing next. It had been so long and relaxing that I was hungry from this. I bet some of the others were also hungry. We went back to the car and sir’s girlfriends helped me into the front seat again before we drove off.
We arrived at a restaurant and I sat next to daddy. I knew I wasn’t allowed to order for myself so I waited for daddy to look through the menu, pretending to look at what I wanted. I turned and looked at daddy, asking silently what I was going to have for the day. He just smiled and nodded. He ordered me and small meal that would barely fill me, let alone be enough for the fake baby. When his friends looked at him worried, he explained that this would be a snack and that the doctor had prescribed that I eat food made at home daily. This would be a small cheat from the protocol that we had cleared with the doctors. They didn’t seem particularly satisfied with that answer but regardless, they just kept quiet and continued on with their meals. I ate silently, my stomach growling as well. The amount of food I had in me, paired with the stimulation from the vibrator and my spa day fucking made it hard for me to hold in the water for much longer. “Daddy can we go home?” I asked, almost at a whisper. “Yes baby, once we are all done with our food we will leave. Can you wait till then?” “Yes daddy” I replied. “May I rest my head on your shoulder daddy?” I asked, so tired from the day. “Of course darling” He said out loud, and at more of a whisper, so just I could hear, he added “don’t ask these kinds of questions in front of my friends. Just assume the answer is yes and do what you want to do. We are a normal couple in front of them” I gulped, knowing I messed up, for the second time today. I nodded yes, and hoped that master would forgive this as a play on my innocence. “You didn’t know, its okay. You won’t be punished sweety” he added on, in the same whispered tone.
We got home after dropping off master’s friends and master led me to the bathroom, re-attaching my leash to the collar that had stayed on during the interaction with his friends. He allowed me to release myself before leading me back to the torture machine and hooking me up. He watched t.v. while I was face fucked by the torture machine. Master stroked his cock, sitting on the couch watching me and the t.v., “Good slave, you doing okay babes?” He asked smirking. “ahhhhhs aahsaah” I attempted to reply to master’s question. He just laughed and continued until he came. He brought out his dinner and ate, while I was still being face fucked. Would I be getting dinner tonight? Probably not, but I was so hungry I hoped master would allow me to eat. That didn’t happen. Master simply finished his dinner, unhooked me from the machine, led me to the bedroom with me on all fours, restrained me and left me in my cage for the night. Another torture machine waiting to pump me while I slept. He turned it on before sleeping, turning my vibrator on high as well. I guess I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. I wondered what training I would have to go through tomorrow.
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