Conquered

Chapter 3

It was seven o’clock in the morning when She woke me. I had a class at ten thirty but it was the last thing on my mind. She kissed my forehead and spoke to me. “Jake, let me get this straight with you. You may have had some thoughts over what happened yesterday, so I want you to have a good idea where this is headed.” I just nodded. My chains had me spread out all along the floor and I was sore in several places, most of all my wounded, vanquished ass. I was naked and cold all over and missing the French Maid outfit I had been fucked in so brutally the night before. “First off I want to tell you what this all means. Look at me.” I turned my gaze towards my Master’s. “I own you, Jake. Say that.” “You own me, Master.” I responded without a hint of doubt. “Say it, bitch: say ‘Jennifer owns me’.” With a slightly less confident voice, I replied, “…Jennifer owns me.” She noticed my slight hesitation upon putting in Her actual name and slashed me across the face with Her nails, screaming, “SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT, BITCH!!” “JENNIFER OWNS ME!!” I shouted out to the world. “JENNIFER OWNS ME!” She calmed down in a heartbeat. I knew that temper of Hers would trouble me for a long, long time.

My beloved Master then looked at me deeply, almost tearing up. “Jake, I know this isn’t what you want to hear. Listen anyway.” With bated breath I waited for Her disclosure as my erection returned. “I do not love you, Jacob, and I never will. I expect your full love and devotion and affection and service but I will never love you and never will have to. You belong to me, period. I am your world now, but don’t think that means you matter to me. I do not love you Jake. In fact, until you learn how to eat a pussy better, I will never think of you as good for anything but being my live-in servant. I don’t mind taking you from behind but I’m sure not getting anything out of it. What else can you do for me? I am too old for a husband, and you’re not the kind of man I would marry anyway. You sure can’t help me with money, and you haven’t got any friends to share with me, at least not the way I want them! Let me put this to you plainly: your life will revolve around me forever, and I will never think of you as anything at all besides the reason my kitchen is clean unless you improve your pussy-eating skills and give me the best orgasms of my life, my long and illustrious life. You are so far beneath me, Jake, I will never care for you beyond that. Regardless of that, I will never love you at all even if you give me the wettest, hottest sex of my life. You just will never amount to anything, Jacob, so this is your best chance ever… being a live-in slave for life, held back not by lock or key but by the simple fact that you know deep down that you are my bitch, and dressing and acting the part day in and day out for the rest of your life.” She turned around and walked back into the living room downstairs, leaving me to ache in pain. I fell asleep again eventually… needless to say, I missed my class that day.

She came for me at noon that day and released me from my chains. Without so much as a word She dragged me by my hair over to the couch, then sat down, forcing my face into Her bush again. Without a sound I began to lick, bringing myself as I went down on Her to the sad conclusion that this was to be my life forever. I was Her pathetic little bitch and there was no getting around it. My tears mixed in with Her juice as She came victoriously all over my face. Actually, that was the saddest part for me. It wasn’t really victorious for Her, because I was not worth exerting effort to conquer… yet conquered I was. After She came down from Her mighty orgasm, She got up and snapped Her fingers. I scampered behind Her like a puppy. She led me to the bathroom upstairs. “Jake, I have three surprises for you today, three glorious and enchanting surprises. Here’s your first glimpse at what you’ll spend your days as for the rest of your life.” She tied a gag around my mouth and took out a razor and some shaving cream. “Don’t move a muscle”, She commanded. She lathered up my crotch and removed every shred of hair from it. “Aren’t you a good little bitch, dear?” She taunted me. I tried to respond but couldn’t through the gag, so I just nodded, tears peeking out from my eyes. She motioned me to follow Her after She had finished and washed me off. I entered Her bedroom and noticed Her strap-on sitting in a prominent location. “Stand right behind the foot of the bed and bend over it,” She ordered. I nervously bent over. I felt the cold, slippery feel of lube slipping up my ass. “This is for the better, believe me dearie.” Her words did little to comfort me, but far worse was the slam from behind as I was taken again. “How’s this treating you, bitch?” She yelled at me. I would have responded but was held dreadfully silent by the gag which She had not bothered to remove. “Nothing to say, bitch?” She called out. “Well then, don’t you dare say anything in my presence for the next week!”, She mocked.

After what must have been ten or twenty minutes of anal rape, She removed Herself from me. She placed a pretty, off-white sundress and a jet black bra on the bed. “Wear this as you perform your duties today. No underwear for you this weekend,” She said matter-of-factly. I put on the clothing but shuddered at how obvious (and foolish) the bra looked underneath the nearly see-through dress. As the final coup de grace, She ordered me to take a shower while wearing the clothing before starting my task, turning my dress into little more than a see-through shrink-wrap. Upon completely finishing all my chores that day, She bent me over again and drilled me up the ass with a different strap-on, this one much smaller (fortunately). She alternated the two over that weekend, and I didn’t have a moment’s rest over that time. Other than meals, I was forced to wear the gag all weekend, and during meals speech was forbidden. I also must have eaten Her out five or six more times that weekend alone. Finally, Monday morning I awoke in my own bed, and noticed a note on the inside of my door.

“Jake”, the note read, “dearest Jake, I have taken the liberty of setting your alarm for you. I still fully expect you to keep up with your classes. Please dress yourself in normal masculine attire, but you must wear a pair of panties (you may wear them under your boxers if you wish). I expect you to strip fully and enter my room upon your return from your classes this afternoon.” I dressed and wandered aimlessly through my classes that terrible day, thinking of doing what I hated (yet was coming to… enjoy?) later that afternoon. I returned and stripped immediately. I ran up to Her room and entered. She was lying on the bed, wearing a sweatshirt and socks and nothing else. It bears repeating that She was no bombshell. The years had not been unkind to Her, but they surely had happened. She motioned towards Her pussy and I scampered onto the bed and licked Her with all I could muster. She came, then twice, then three times, then four. It took over an hour, but I got Her to come five glorious times all over my face. She then shoved me away by my hair, and said, “You’re good at that now, getting better. It’s time I took control of you completely. Stick your dick in my pussy, now”, She whispered sultrily. “But”, She spoke up suddenly, “upon putting it inside me, you admit you are my property and I own you completely. You’re already my bitch, Jake, and we already knew this was coming. Give me that last part of you… and now I become your world. You are my… slave… so follow my command and fuck me.” She stared me down and I looked away. “Do it now and say as you do how I now officially own you forever.” I looked at Her, dick standing at full mast, and said, “Yes, Master, you officially own me, forever.” She gave a grin of complete success. “Stick it in, Jake, and scream it to the world! I own you! I control you! I dominate you!” I grabbed Her shoulders and jammed my penis into Her, submitting my virgin penis to the vagina that owned me. “Yes Master! You own me! You own me! I’m Yours! You own me!” I screamed as I slammed into her over and over again. As I came into Her, I screamed at the top of my lungs for the world to know, “I’m Jennifer’s bitch!”

Chapter 4

After I came into Her, She gently pushed me out. “Wash yourself clean”, She asked. I hopped in Her shower and cleaned myself off. “Come sit on the bed” She ordered as I was drying myself. I sat down, curious. She came up to me and, much to my surprise, latched a chastity belt onto me! “This is for you for whenever I need to save you for later. You will wear it whenever I say to.” I looked at it in horror. “Oh, it’s not the end of the world. I think you look kinda cute naked, and you would never fit your panties over this, so it’s not going to be permanent at all. I just want you to know how bad you’ve got it coming to you… and how little you’re going to be coming!” She laughed. I felt sick. Partly because the pun was so bad, but mostly due to my sad situation. Still, the fact that She was so happy made my heart jump a little. I started to say something when She cut me off. “No more words for you, remember. Fuck off and do your chores. Like that.” I ran off and started working. By the time I finished my chores and homework, She had summoned me to Her room. I spent three hours with my head tucked firmly between Her thighs, giving her pleasure, and She laughed whenever She heard a moan of pain from me as my belt inhibited my erections. After She re-tied my gag on, She finished me off for the night with a good ass-rape from behind, and introduced me to Her whip as She did so. “This is for speaking during our sex earlier… even though I told you to do so!” She scowled at me. CRACK! CRACK! went the whip and I bucked in pain as much as I could with Her still pumping into me and holding my chained dick with her left hand for balance. She let go of me and started fingering Herself at some point, still whipping away, and eventually came for Her tenth orgasm of the day. With one last crack of the whip, She pulled out of me, and ordered me to come into Her room the next day and bury my head into Her vagina to convince her to let me go to school without the chastity belt. With a laugh and a slap on the ass, She sent me off to bed covered in tears. Still, bright and early the next morning found me buried in Her bush, eating her out for a solid hour in hopes that She might release me (which She did, and would continue to regularly do as per Her word for the next several months—I was only locked up during oral and strap-on sex, as well as at night). Her domination of me would continue over the next several weeks, with new and improved humiliations. Still, She kept Her long-ago promise to me that no one else would know about our relationship.

One day after school,  I was doing my chores in nothing but my lingerie (white bra, pink panties) and my hands cuffed behind my back (it’s amazing how well you can dust holding the featherduster in your mouth), and I heard Jennifer come down the stairs. Without a word She grabbed my leash and dragged me upstairs, where She threw me to my hands and knees (which, with my hands tied behind my back, turned into more of a prostrate position). She barked out, “Kiss my feet” and of course I complied, saying “Yes, Master” as per my custom. She then, surprisingly gently, raised me to my feet. “Bow your head”, She ordered. I did as I was told. She took my leash and clipped it to my collar. She then spun me around and gently said, “Lift up your head.” What did I see in front of me but her granddaughter, Melissa! I recognized her from pictures Jennifer had shown me. I about died of embarrassment! Jennifer simply said, “I’d like you to meet Melissa. Melissa, this is Jacob, my slave.” What was there to say? She reached out her hand, and I, not knowing what else to do, curtseyed and kissed it. She pulled it back and smiled and maybe even giggled a little. She was wearing a cute polo shirt and a relatively short skirt. “You’re sure he’s a boy, Gran?” I could have killed her. “Oh yes, he’s a man, but not much of a macho type around here. I have him dominated and controlled pretty well.” I was shattered. “Kiss my feet, Jacob”, Melissa sweetly but firmly told me. I fell on my knees hoping to avoid punishment and kissed them both. “Come with me, Jacob.” I followed her. “Slave?” Jennifer called out from behind me. “Yes, Master?” “She is in charge of you. Do whatever she wants.” “Yes, Master.” I followed Melissa to my own bedroom. “Oh dear, sweet little Jacob, you have no idea what I plan to do to you!” she squealed as she shut the door behind us. “Rest assured, I will make you my own no matter how long it takes. Time to get you out of those panties!”