The Journey of Elizabeth

The story you are about the read is about a world both like and unlike our own. Sex trade is not on a black market, but a regular occurrence. Women and men go missing all the time and no one even comments on it. The one rule: if you are foolish enough to be taken, then you deserve whatever happens to you. This is the story of a young woman named Elizabeth and how she found her way to happiness and peace…

Chapter 1

I met my Master in the most unusual way possible. I heard about his ability to turn even the most prim and proper of girls into trained whores and pain sluts. I found the idea, well more than erotic. No one I knew had ever sought out to be a slave. If anything, it was something no one in my social circle talked about. I was part of the upper elite of society. I knew many couples who owned slaves; my parents even had a few. But to want to be a slave? No, that was only for the sick and perverse. Guess I’m one of those people.

Richard Johnson was the top slave trainer and seller in the whole of the U.S., maybe even the entire Western Hemisphere. I knew that if I was going to be a pain slut, I wanted him and only him--as my teacher and owner. So I did my research, found out where his closest office was located and when he would be in town next. He had a place in Manhattan, around midtown in one of the high-rises. He owned the whole building, but the office was on the 26th floor--the top floor. I wore my best outfit into the building--a tailored suit hand made personally for me. But I wasn’t going to show up in the office dressed like that. I knew better.

I had bought a few pieces online for this purpose in mind. I felt bad about losing this suit, but if everything went right, I would never need it again. I got on the elevator and  I ducked out on the 25th floor, having seen a sign for a restroom on that floor. I pulled my new outfit from my bag--black patent leather black heels, a matching pink and black lace bra and panty set, nude stockings, and black lace garters. I tied my hair up into pig tails, put heavy, slutty make-up on, and took a look over myself. I liked what I saw in the mirror, hoping for the rest of my days I would look like this.

Since I was done, I walked out of the restroom and got back up on the elevator to go up just one floor. As I walked out, I almost stopped myself from leaving. The office was packed with people waiting to meet with Mr. Johnson. Some of them were elitists alone, others had slaves on leashes sitting on the ground next to them. I never expected people to be in the office besides the staff. Now there was a room full of people. But I was resolute so I stepped out of the elevator, knowing all eyes were focused on me, especially on my body. I have a good body, measurements 36, 30, 38 and a size D cup. I’m 5’4’ and in the heels I was wearing closer to 5’8”. I knew I looked hot in the sexy clothes I was wearing.

I walked up to the secretary who was also admiring by body. “I’d like to meet with Mr. Johnson.”

She asked with a smirk, “Do you have an appointment with him?”

“No, but I can wait as long as necessary.”

“Well, as you can see we are very busy today. But I will see if Mr. Johnson can meet with you today. Please take a seat.”

I thanked her and turned and looked for a seat. There were a few open, but I decided to stand in the corner to keep an eye on the people in the room as well as get used to not having the option of always sitting in a chair. I looked back at the secretary, expecting her to be on the phone or going to Mr. Johnson’s office. Instead, she just watched me with a smile. I figured she was testing me to see if I was serious or not before bothering her boss. I was in no hurry so if she wanted to test me, so be it. I considered it a first among many tests, and I was to be right.

I watched the room as people were slowly called to the office in the back. Many of the elitists who were alone left with a slave in tow. One of the most interesting was a man I recognized from some social situations. His name is Keith…I can never remember last names too well. I knew he had a loving wife back at home so it surprised me when he walked out with a male slave in tow, beaming like a child after opening a Christmas present. I never picked him to have the secret life on playing both teams, but then I doubt most of the people who knew me would expect me to want to be a slave.

After a few hours of waiting, the waiting area only had one single elitist and an elitist with his female slave with him. It was then that the secretary looked at me and nodded, silently telling me she was going to let her boss know he had a potential girl waiting outside for him. It only took about 15 minutes after that when Mr. Johnson came out personally and waved me over. I walked over, nervous and excited.

“So sweetheart, what’s your name?” he asked as he led me into his office. His office looked like any you’d expect a corporate exec to have. A nice hard wood desk, bookcases with hardcover texts, and pictures of loved ones on both.

“My old name is not important. I wish to become a slave, your slave, and would then have to be renamed anyway.”

“Well until then, give me your old name so I have something to call you. And please sit, and you may sit in one of the chairs.”

“Thank you Sir. My name is Elizabeth.” I said after I sat down in a chair.

“Okay Elizabeth. Now why do you want to be a slave, and why mine?”

“I have heard you are the best in America. I only want to train with the best, be owned by the best. I have secret fantasies and desires, to be used sexually and just for torment. I want to give up my life as I know it and be at peace knowing I am protected by another at all times.”

“Hmm. It sounds like you just need a rich husband with a wild side. You’re an elitist. Your body language and speech tells me that. You think you want this life, but very few elitists can actually give up everything they know. So why would you be different?” I could tell he wasn’t convinced by my outfit. It was, essentially, just that. It wasn’t something I was used to being in. It wasn’t the second skin that slaves were expected to experience when in sexy garments. I was beginning to have a few doubts about this and he knew it. “Why don’t you go back and change into your regular clothes? You aren’t cut out for this. I’ll forget you ever came into this office.”

As I stood up, I looked into his eyes. I saw how beautiful they were. They were a mix of greens and golds and they stole my breath away. I kneeled on the ground, put my hands on the floor. “Sir, please reconsider. I need to be a slave. This is much more than a desire. Your eyes alone make me want to strip my clothes off and have you punish me for even looking at you without your permission. I deserve to be spanked, whipped, flogged for the discretion.”

“Now that is an interesting reaction. So you feel you deserve to be punished for just looking at my eyes? Well, I like my slaves to look me in the eyes, because I like them to see how much they please me and I like to see how much they enjoy my torment of their minds and bodies. But you’re right. As a potential, you didn’t have the right to look into my eyes without permission. You want to be considered for my service? Fine. Then you’ll be tested.”

He reached into the desk and pulled out a paddle. “Keep your position but raise your ass into the air NOW.” I quickly raised by butt higher, ready for the pain. “I want you to keep count of how many hits your ass takes and when I’m done it better be the right number or I’ll start over, understand?” I nodded. “You can also scream, beg, and cry as much as you want, but it won’t change a thing.”

He rubbed my ass first, just gently playing with it. It was unexpected but before I could process it, the spanking began. SLAP on my right cheek, then my left. Over and over again. I had never felt so much pain but I couldn’t explain how amazing it felt too.

“Uhh, ohh, please Sir, more! Harder!” And I got hit harder and harder. But I never lost count. I don’t know if I was there for 10 minutes or 10 hours but I kept count the whole time. Sometimes he would stop and play with my ass and slap it with his hand. Eventually he stopped and grabbed my hair so I could look at him.

“So you did enjoy that as much as you moaned. Good. Now how many paddles was that?” “213.”

“Good girl. You may just have what it takes after all. The secretary will be in shortly. She’ll take you into one of the long term rooms and put some ointment to help with the pain.”

“Thank you Sir, but that isn’t necessary. I want to experience the pain fully.”

He petted my head, running his palm down the side of my face. “I appreciate it little one. But I want you to recover quickly because tomorrow will be your real test and I want to test all your boundaries and I can only do that if you’re feeling close to 100%. My secretary’s name is Candy and she will be staying the night with you. She’ll help you get into something more appropriate for sleep. There are a few more girls on the floor and they will help you adjust for the night. Ask them whatever you want about my facility and me personally. You also have permission to look in my eyes whenever you want. Actually, that’s an order. You have very beautiful green eyes and I want to look at them as often as possible.” He said all this with a smile that a supermodel would envy. It made me melt on the inside.

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.” I stayed there just smiling and enjoying how my ass throbbed in pain. It hurt so good.

Chapter 2

Candy walked in a few minutes later, smiling when she saw my position and how red my ass was. “So you impressed the boss. Good. I was hoping you would.” She held out her hand and helped me up. “Let’s get you into something more comfortable for sleeping.” I nodded and followed her out of the room. We walked through a set of double doors which led to a long hallway with many doors on either side. About half way down, Candy stopped and opened the door on the right. Inside was the largest closet I have ever seen. She walked up to one part and showed me a rack of just pjs. “You can pick whatever you want. I’d suggest something soft and fuzzy.” I looked through them until I found a set I liked that would fit me. They were a dark blue with snowflakes scattered in the pattern.

“These will work for me,” I said smiling, but somewhat confused. “I just didn’t expect to be allowed such modest clothing. I really didn’t expect a closet this size either!”

Candy laughed. “The boss doesn’t like us to be uncomfortable unless he’s the one causing it. He realizes that we are still human and need to be taken care of. Come on, you’re going to need some sleep. I’ll take you to our room.”

“Our room?”

“Yeah. I’ll be your roommate. Every girl here has a roommate. My roommate was bought this morning by one of the elitists who came in earlier today.” We left the closet and walked down the hall again. “Normally the potentials are taken to one of the lower floors, but since you came in of your own free will, Rich probably doesn’t consider you a flight risk…unlike some of the people who come in here.”

“Rich?”

Candy laughed. “Yeah, that’s what we call him up here. That, boss, and Sir. He’s pretty cool about letting us call him Rich, as long as we’re not playing. But we always have the utmost respect for him so I guess he feels relaxed enough around us to lose some of the formality between a slave and owner.” Close to the end of the hall, Candy opened a door to our left. “This is your room now!” The inside was larger than I expected. There were two beds on opposite walls from each. There was a huge closet to the left as you walked in. I noticed that there was a minifridge with a microwave on top of it too. I then remembered I hadn’t eaten for many hours and my stomach began to rumble.

“Can we eat anything in the fridge when we want to?” I asked.

“Of course,” laughed Candy as she went over and opened the fridge. Inside was ice cream and easy heat meals in the freezer while in the fridge part of it was all types of fruits and veggies, milk, water, juice, cheese of many varieties, and a bunch of other things. It all looked amazing at this point. Candy also pointed out the bin next to it that held a whole mess load of non-refrigerated snacks. I grabbed a bag of chips, a plate, some veggies, and a little cheese. I would be good with all that. I saw that both beds were made, but it was obvious that the one of the left was Candy’s. It was covered in pink of every imaginable shade, while the other one was a more plain set. So I plunked down on my new bed and Candy joined me.

“OOWW! Damn, that hurt!” I yelled out.

“Oh, yeah. Let me get some ointment for that.” Candy got up and went over to one of her dressers and pulled out a cooling gel. “If you turn over, I’ll put this on you.” So I turned around. Candy pulled my pj bottoms down and gently rubbed the gel over my ass. I blushed, having never had a woman’s hand on me like this before. She pulled the pants up again and said, “Ok, I’m done.”

After some reshuffling, we both found a comfortable spot on my bed. “So tell me more about…Rich. It seems so weird to call him that. How long have you known him?” I then proceeded to attack the food as I waited for her answer.

“Well, I’ve known Rich for about ten years now. I was 13 at the time. My mother was a slave owned by his uncle, Joe. My mother had been pregnant with me when she was bought Joe so this is the only life I’ve ever known. Joe was throwing Rich a 21st birthday party. Joe was always closer to his nephew than Rich’s father ever was. Rich had come over to help Joe set up everything and he was bringing some of his things with him since he was going to stay and begin working with Joe on a daily basis.

The whole building used to belong to Joe, as well as the slave owning business. You could say that Rich is the man he is today because of his uncle. But on this night, my mother was entrusted to make sure everything was set up perfectly. She was a personal favorite of Joe, still is actually, and she had me with her so I would stay out of trouble before the party. That’s when Rich saw me. He came over to me and asked me for my name. At the time, I had yet to be given a slave name since it’s a policy of Joe’s not to have any girl or boy be introduced physically into the life until their 16th birthday. Rich feels the same way. I told him my name was Julia and asked for his.

After the plans had been finalized between Joe and my mother, Rich asked me if I wanted to play while the adults did all the work. Of course I was excited because I was the only child in Joe’s house and always wanted someone to play with. We went out back and played tons of games until dusk when Rich had to go back inside to get ready. He asked me if I was going to be at the party tonight. I told him that I wasn’t allowed and that I was supposed to stay in my room all night. Rich wouldn’t hear that so we went up to my room and picked out my prettiest dress that was for holidays and special occasions only. My mother walked in on this and asked me what I was doing until she saw Rich. She was so embarrassed, though I didn’t know why at the time. Rich told my mother that he wanted me to be his guest for the night and was looking for an appropriate dress for me. He then asked my mother if this would be all right. She of course agreed to let me go and I had a wonderful night, meeting lots of nice people who thought I was just another party guest for the night.

From that night on, Rich was my best friend. I was sad when he started going to work more often, but that changed soon enough. For my 16th birthday, Joe threw a huge party for me and Rich gave me so many pretty dresses and jewelry and other trinkets. Joe took me aside that night to explain what my life would be like from that point on. Rich was also there, holding my hand through it all, being my support. I only had heard whispers about the sexual aspects of being a slave and hearing about what was expected of me scared me to death. It was then that Rich came to my rescue. He had recently taken over this building and told Joe that he still needed a secretary and couldn’t think of anyone who would do the job better than me. He told Joe about his plans to redo the 26th floor to hold suites for living as well as his personal office. He told Joe that he was more than willing to house me once the construction was done and he would take care of my training, both as a slave and a secretary…as long as I was okay with it.

Of course I wanted to go with Rich, but I was sad to have to leave my mother. I think Rich sensed that so he told me that I was more than welcome to come and visit my mother on my days off, as long as I was a good girl. I remember smiling and agreeing to go with him. I moved into this building a month later and have lived here ever since. But I was never taught to be a sexual slave until I turned 18. Rich doesn’t feel that anyone should be a sexual slave until then, which I think was part of the reason for him moving me into this building. He was protecting me. That’s part of what makes him so appealing. If he cares about you, he will do anything and everything in his power to protect you.

Elizabeth, please know that if Rich decides to keep you here, he will care for you just as he has cared for me. He’s the best owner and trainer out there, for a lot of reasons. He actually cares about any potential that comes through here, even if they are just going to be trained and then sold. To be put up here in his personal suite means that he was very impressed with you and will definitely train you personally. So what do you want from him exactly?”

By this time I had finished my snacks and had learned a lot about Rich as a man and an owner. It seemed he had a good heart and really cared about his slaves. But then I wondered if he just had a soft spot for Candy. I’d find out soon enough. “Well, I began to fantasize about being one of the girls on leashes that I always see around the city. Eventually, I could only get myself off if I fantasized. I tried to get boyfriends to role play with me, but they only got turned off and relationships ended soon after that. I realized I needed the real deal. But I didn’t want to end up with a pretender or at a place where I’d be hurt beyond repair or even killed. After doing research, I found out that Richard Johnson was the best trainer out there. I also did research about him as a person. He gives to charity and helps release captives of abusive owners and put them away in jail. I know the laws protecting slaves have been strengthened because of him. He seemed the most humane of all the owners out there and if I was going to be owned by anyone, I wanted to be owned by Rich.”

Candy smiled at me, completely understanding. We had both been sitting on my bed, our backs against the wall. She then turned to me and put her hand against my cheek, holding it in her palm. She moved closer, hovering her lips just above mine. She didn’t move in to kiss until I put my arms around her waist. As we kissed deeply, I understood why her name was Candy. Her kisses were the sweetest thing to ever pass my lips.

We shifted so we could lay down with her on top of me. I reached for her shirt removing it to see that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were about a C cup and they looked perfectly delicious. I took her left nipple in my mouth, hearing her sweet, soft moans. She ran her fingers through my hair and held tight as I ravaged her breast. I moved over to her right nipple to torture it as well. By now, I knew she was hot and most likely drenching in her pussy. I slid my hands to her pants and slid them off of her. I had to break my mouth hold on her breast to do so. In that time, Candy began taking off my top and bottom too. She moved to suck on my right nipple while I reached down to tease her clit. I felt her pussy, hot and wet for my touch. I lightly grazed her clit, making her push her pussy closer to my hand for a harder touch.

Her sucking was beginning to get to me and I was softly moaning while I could feel every moan from her vibrate through my nipple and breast. I touched her head with my other hand to get her attention. “Candy, turn around. I want to lick that wet pussy of yours.” She obliged and as soon as her pussy was settled over my mouth, she moved her face down to my pussy to reciprocate the pleasure. I reached out my tongue to lick her pussy and her hips pushed her wet pussy closer to my face. I licked her up and down until she was ready to cum for me, while she used her masterful tongue to send me into pure heaven. Using both my finger and my tongue, I got her to cum hard against my mouth and felt the vibrations of her orgasm and moans all through my body, causing me to lose my own control.

Now that we were both sated, she turned back around to lie in bed next to me. We laid down on our sides, her the little spoon, I the big spoon. My arm wrapped around her waist as we slid into a perfect sleep.

Chapter 3

I awoke to light coming in from the window. I realized Candy was still asleep in my arms. I snuggled closer to her and gently kissed her head. She snuggled back into me, turning her head to give me the cutest smile. “How did you sleep, Elizabeth?”

“Very well, thanks. How about you?”

“That was the best sleep I’ve gotten in so long.”

“Well, I’m glad you two are getting along well…” We both jumped and looked towards where the sound was emanating. Rich was leading against the doorframe, watching us with a huge smile on his face. I panicked, not knowing how to react, but Candy got right out of bed and over to Rich to hug and kiss him. “So did you two have some fun last night?”

Candy smiled and looked at me, wanting me to answer. “Uh, yes, we did.” I barely managed to get that out from my embarrassment and I knew my face was bright red. Regaining some confidence I said, “I found out why her name is Candy; she has the sweetest kisses.” That made Candy blush and Rich’s arm wrapped around her waist more tightly.

“Heh, that she does. Well, there’s breakfast waiting at the end of the hall and the rest of the girls are waiting down there to meet you, Elizabeth. So why don’t we go join them?” I moved out of bed and followed Candy out of the room, with Rich behind me. Candy turned to the left, but as she did so, Rich put out his arm to stop me. “Candy, why don’t you go on ahead? I want to talk to sweet Elizabeth for a minute.”

“Ok!” Rich watched Candy go to the end of the hall and into the room. I got a quick look inside and there were a number of young women, who were peaking to get a look at me. I also saw a lot of food, which made my stomach rumble.

Rich laughed, “You’ll be eating very soon. I just want to talk to you about a few things first. Now I know Julia talked to you about our past together, and I know she portrayed me as a knight in shining armor, right?” I nodded, waiting to see where he was going with this. “No matter what she said to you, or how close you two became last night, what I’m about to tell you can never be repeated to her.”

My eyes got wide at that, wondering why he would tell me something so private. “Ok. I promise.”

“Good. Now when Julia was 16, my uncle wanted to teach her the ways of being a sexual slave. He had been fantasizing about her for years. He deepest sexual desire was to force her into a 3-way with himself and her mother. I can only image the damaged girl I would’ve found if I hadn’t taken her away. She was to be his greatest triumph, and disaster. She would barely have been human by the time he was done with her. I’ve since his handy work with other girls. He’s only gotten more brutal with time. That’s why I took over this firm. He knew he was getting out of control. It’s why he let me take Julia when she turned 16. As much as he wanted her, he realized how distorted his mind had become.

She can never know this side of my uncle. She remembers him as a father figure, someone who cared for her and loved her. And he did love her…He eventually saw a doctor and his mind is slowly deteriorating. Those who have been around him sexually before all this will be okay, but he’s not allowed to be sexually active with anyone else. So he’s now retired and is constantly being monitored.

But now my little Julia is my sexual Candy. She has grown like I could’ve never imagined, while still retaining her innocence. I’m telling you all this so you have a clearer picture of who I am. I know there are people out there who believe slavery in general is wrong, but I do my best to protect the slaves I can. I won’t force you into this life. You’ll have one week to decide if this is for you. During that time you will be tested and pushed farther than you could ever imagine, but if this is truly your destiny, you’ll fall into this world naturally. If not, one of the cleaning crew found your suit--a very nice handmade suit that you should’ve never thrown away--and if you decided this isn’t for you, you can leave the same way you came in. But you only get a week. After a week, you will be mine--forever. Even if you want to leave after that, you won’t be able to. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good girl. Now let’s go get some food and meet the other girls.”