[M] Enslaved

You weren’t sure how long it had been. The days seemed to blur together, the weeks, months?

At first it had been so hard. When he had first bought you. To be kept inside, without your freedom. It took a long time to train you, you were so resistant. Always fighting and trying to escape.

Soon you learned the more you fought the more you were punished though. The spankings, the whippings, they were painful enough. But the worst was the feeling of shame. You were so ashamed because deep down you liked it.

Life in the master’s house wasn’t so bad after all. Each morning you would get dressed and put on the pretty outfit he left out for you. You had to admit he had good taste. He would always leave out dresses, sometimes long and flowing past your knees, sometimes short enough that you never felt quite covered.

You even started to get used to your collar, with its little tinkling bell that rattled as you walked around the house, vacuuming and mopping, dusting and polishing.

This was a simple life, and there was no stress. Every so often you would act out a little, but you knew deep down it was only because you longed for the master’s hand. His firm grip on your throat as you knelt on the coffee table, poised on all fours for the crack of his belt.

At night, in your room alone you would relive it, playing with yourself while you went over each strike, each one harder and more delicious than the last.

But the master didn’t seem to want what you wanted. He never stripped you, never touched you in those places you longed to be touched.

But maybe that was about to change. You felt the adrenaline the first time you saw it, after your morning shower there it was. Instead of the usual dress he had laid out something different. A beautiful set of lingerie was arranged on the bed, black lace, with a garter belt and suspenders.

When you were almost finished dressing you looked into the full length mirror by the dresser. Attaching your little collar you felt so pretty. The lingerie fit perfectly and knowing that the master had been paying attention to your body so carefully as to get it exactly right gave you a twinge of excitement. Hurriedly you finished your makeup and bounced down the corridor to get started on breakfast, your little bell jingling as you went.

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