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His name was Bobby Morris. He was 22 years old, a college dropout who was working as a cashier at a McDonalds. She was named Nadia. She was 24 years old, a child of the foster care system who hadn't had formal schooling since the 8th grade, and who was living at a homeless shelter.
These were the lives they left behind.
Bobby was at home, borrowing his mother's computer to search up porn, when he came across this message on a BDSM personals section in his area, which of course he was jerking off to:
SLAVE WANTED - Male or female, ages 18-35. Must be submissive and willing to expand their horizons. Will be live-in and room and board will be provided. 28463875@hotmail.com.
I used a random e-mail address to make sure none of this was traceable to me.
Nadia found it when she borrowed the laptop of a fellow sadsack. She hadn't been allowed to use the communal computer since she tried to print out porn.
I can only assume what happened next. My ad went up on Sunday, August 8. Both Bobby and Nadia thought about it, spurred by their desires to get out of their living location: Bobby finally wanted to get out of his Mom's house. Nadia wanted out of the homeless shelter.
But more than that, they recognized an opportunity to engage in something that had been a fantasy of theirs' for years, to finally live out all the stories they masturbated to, the pictures they gawked at.
Nadia was the first to respond, 2 days after my ad hit the web. She said:
"Dear sir.
I am submissive and would love to be your 24/7 slave and do anything for you. Believe me, I am willing to give up everything in my current life to be yours.
Submissively,
Nadia Shah
P.S. I rubbed my pussy to orgasm as I wrote this. Please let me be your slave."
It was more than I hoped for when I sent out that message. However, not wanting to cave in at the first, I decided to wait. I knew Nadia would be checking her e-mail every second of the day, waiting for my response. I could let her wait for a bit.
Bobby was the next to respond, a whole 5 days after the posting.
"i am submissive and want to be Your live-in slave, Master. i will be nothing but a slave for Your pleasure.
my name is bobby morris, i am 22 years old and have nothing to leave behind. Please let me serve You."
I was impressed by two things in Bobby's letter. One, how he told me info about him - something Nadia did not do. Secondly, how he capitalized any mention of me and didn't capitalize any mention of him, not even his name. The boy had done his homework reading those stories.
My original plan was to only take one slave, and train them through a carefully planned out series of meetings to make them my property. However, I was astonished by both Nadia and Bobby, and I wondered about training both of them, at the same time, possibly without each other being aware of the other.
A week later, I realized I wasn't going to get any more responses. So a full 5 days after Nadia's e-mail and 2 days after Bobby's, I sent this message to both of them:
"Slave:
I am happy you've embraced your true nature and want to become my slave.
I need to do two things: one, find out who you are. Send me your address, full name, phone number, and basic measurements of your body. A slave must be in peak physical condition.
Seconly, I need to find if you are worthy. This Wednesday, the 18th, meet me at the Casa hotel at (I wrote 5:00 for Nadia, 8:00 for Bobby). for a two-hour session to asses your abilities as a slave.
If all goes well, we shall see how to proceed. Keep your weekends open.
Master."
Within 20 minutes of the e-mail, as I figured I would, I received one back from Nadia.
"Master,
Thank You for the response! I am honored that you would consider me to be your slave.
Name: Nadia Shah, 24 years old
Address: I live at the Salvation Army.
Phone Number: None, Sorry Master!
Measurements: I am 5 feet, 3 inches tall, I weigh 108 pounds. I have 30AA tits.
I look forward to seeing you Master!
Nadia"
Hmmm. A small-titted Indian girl. This actually made me more interested in what she had to offer.
That night, my other prospect, Bobby, had the good sense to e-mail me back.
"thank you Master for responding. i know i will be a good slave for You. my name is bobby wilson morris, i live on 1110 Collins street, my phone number is 555-8181. i am 5 feet 8 inches tall, i weigh 164, and my cock is 4 inches soft and 7 inches hard. i am happy to meet You at the motel on Wednesday and prove my submission. Thank You sir."
Once again, I was more impressed by Bobby than Nadia. It takes a lot to give your address over the web to a stranger, and Bobby did it without much hesitation.
It was still, however, too early to tell which slave would be the best. Only time would tell.
Wednesday rolled around finally and I headed off to the motel. Before I did, I sent one last e-mail to Bobby and Nadia:
"Slave:
I will be in room 28. Knock 4 times. Wear what you would normally wear. Be ready for anything.
Master"
I got to the room, shut the blinds and put a "do not disturb" sign on the door. The room had two twin sized beds, a desk and a chair - I would have to put those to use.
I checked my watch. 4:58. Nadia was due in 2 minutes.
As I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself, I heard four discreet knocks on the door. I turned to it and looked in through the peep-hole.
Before me stood a surprisingly cute, if not beautiful, Indian girl. She glanced around nervously.
I opened the door. She looked up at me slowly.
"Come in,” is all I said.
She followed me in, setting a small purse down on the floor next to one of the beds. I sat down on the chair and faced her. She stared, still standing.
"Before we start, Nadia, I want to go over some things." I said. She nodded. "We haven't started yet, Nadia, talk freely."
She smiled slightly. "OK."
"During this two hour session I will test your submissiveness and your obedience. You must obey my very demand without question, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir." was her response.
"I promise no permanent damage will come of you here.". I watched her eyes. No sign of backing out yet. "I will ask you this once, and then we'll begin, and we won't stop for two hours."
She nodded, ready.
"Do you want to begin?"
She nodded quickly and without hesitation. I smiled. She was going to be good.
I reached behind me and pulled out a wooden lock box, unlocked the padlock with a key and held it out to her. "Put all of your clothes in here."
She immediately began to strip. Her jacket, pants, shirt, and bra came off in a frenzy of fantasy-fulfilling lust. She hesitated at the panties - but just for a moment. Then those came off too.
I locked the box and put it down, then looked at Nadia to see what I was working with. Her hands fidgeted, wanting to cover herself, but knowing full well she wasn't allowed. I stood up and walked around her. It's true, she had a flat chest. Bur what she lost in the chest she made up with her ass, which was smooth, firm, and plump. I flicked her nipple, and she jumped, more from finally being touched than surprise.
"How many men have you had sex with, Nadia?"
She shivered. "Five, Master."
"Any in your ass?"
I leaned down and split her ass cheeks, staring at her puckered hole.
"No, Master."
Anal virgin? I'll take care of that later, I thought, as I closed her ass cheeks. Moving around, I looked at her pussy. It was already wet, the clitoris out.
"How many blowjobs have you given?"
"11, Master."
"Hmmm."
I slid my middle finger into her wet pussy. She gasped.
"When did you lose your virginity?"
She hesitated.
"Um, I was 12, Master."
I pulled my finger out and looked her in the eye.
"How long have you known you were a submissive slut?"
She thought. "Since I first began to masturbate, Master, when I was 6."
I rubbed her cheek and smiled at her.
"Then this is what you want. What you deserve."
Then I reared back and slapped her in the face. She fell back onto her knees, shocked, rubbing her cheek.
"All right, Slave. Enough with the formalities. Prove your worth to me."
I unzipped my fly and pulled my member out. She didn't need any instructions. She softly grabbed it, and lowered her mouth around it.
Her experience showed, and she was quick to get me hard. As I watched her bobbing up and down on my dick, I put my hands on the back of her head.
“Go all the way down now.”
This was tough. She gagged slightly so I increased the pressure on the back of her head until her nose pressed against my pubic hair. I decided to hold her there for as long as she could take it.
She started to seriously gag – some drool started dribbling out of her mouth. She coughed hard onto my dick, and I could feel her throat working to remove the offender.
I took my left hand and held her nostrils closed, blocking off any ability to breathe. Finally she couldn’t take it, and after a good 45 seconds of forced deepthroat, she grabbed my legs and pushed my dick out of her throat.
She sat back, breathing heavily, and wiped her mouth. I looked down at her and shook my head.
“You should know you never reject anything your Master wants you to do.” I scolded. Her puppydog eyes looked up at me, pleading.
“I’m so sorry, Master, but I couldn’t breathe…” She stammered, her eyes watery.
“I don’t care if you couldn’t breathe! You are to do what I say until I say to stop!” I yelled. She flinched, worried. I pointed to the bed. “Get onto the bed. NOW.”
I could sense her fear as she scrambled onto the bed. I went back to the suitcase and pulled out handcuffs. Her eyes widened as she realized what I was going to do. She had every right to be worried.
“Put your arms and legs out.” I ordered. She complied, putting her body in a spread-eagle. I efficiently snapped the handcuffs to her wrists and ankles, then to the bed, leaving her completely open and vulnerable to me.
I reached back into my suitcase and pulled out two gigantic dildos. Each measuring over a foot long and three inches wide, Nadia squirmed in silence, staring at them, knowing what I planned to do with them.
I walked over to her, holding one up.
“Open your mouth, Nadia.” I said. She opened it apprehensively and I didn’t wait one second to shove the dildo as far in as it would go. “When I say to deepthroat me, Nadia, I don’t expect you to stop until I tell you. Ever. I demand complete obedience. Even if you can’t breathe.” I take a strap connected to the dildo and pull it around her head, buckling it in place in her mouth.
Nadia, eyes wide and mouth stretched obscenely, nodded quickly in agreement. I smiled to her.
“You’ll learn. You’ll learn.” I said. I took the other dildo and walked to the other side of the bed. Despite her fear, her pussy was still dripping wet. “You’re a naughty girl, Nadia.”
I slid the second dildo in. It got about 6 inches, until I have to push. Nadia groans in pain as finally I manage to shove it all the way in.
Sighing, I looked over her. She stared at me, waiting for my next move.
“You look beautiful, Nadia.” I said, and her eyes softened. “Being my slave is not all about pain. It’s about pleasure too. And both at the same time.”
I took a small remote control out of my pocket. Nadia’s brow furrowed, confused. “Enjoy,”, I said simply. I pressed a button and all hell broke loose for Nadia.
The dildo in her mouth and pussy began to vibrate, and send out painful electric shocks. Her eyes closed in agony and sweat began to drip down her body. I pressed another button. The vibration stopped, leaving just the electric shocks.
This was her real test. To see if, even in these conditions, she was turned on enough to orgasm.
I got my answer after nearly 45 minutes. Thrashing on the bed, she finally orgasmed, again and again without stop.
I pressed another button and all the electric shocks stopped. She flopped down, motionless, her eyes closed. I leaned down and removed the dildo from her mouth, and her pussy, both of which were warm and slimy with saliva and pussy juices.
Still chained to the bed, her eyes opened weakly, and she looked at me. I patted her head.
“You passed.” I said. She smiled. I pulled out my dick again and pressed it into her mouth. As she began to slowly suck, I let my bladder go and the urine flowed into her mouth. She was surprised, but too exhausted to protest. She swallowed the entire thing, and when I removed my penis from her mouth, she licked her lips.
“How did you like the taste, Nadia?” I asked, rhetorically.
“It tasted wonderful, Master.” She responded.
“Good. If you become mine, it will be a staple of your diet.” I inform her. She smiles at me, looking totally fulfilled.
I slipped a condom on my dick as I climbed onto her and fucked her long and hard, as she laid helpless tied to the bed. I had her lick my ejaculate off the condom.
I ordered some room service, a steak for me and a salad for Nadia. She ate on the floor, still naked, as a slave should. I took the opportunity to discuss some things with her.
“Nadia, it’s now 6:30. Our session is going to be over in half an hour.” I began. She looked up at me almost sadly. I chuckled. “Don’t worry, it will not be our last.” Nadia smiled, happily.
“So we should go over where we go from here. I told you to keep your weekends free. Are they?” I asked.
Nadia nodded. “Yes, Master, I followed your orders.”
“This coming weekend, I want you to come to a cabin I own in the woods for an overnight visit. Friday night to Saturday morning. I will pick you up and we’ll drive there.” I explained.
She smiled. Friday was only two days away. “What should I bring, Master?”
I thought for a moment. “Wear whatever you want. Enjoy your clothes. If all goes well, you will not wear them for a very long time.”
IN CHAPTER 2: Bobby’s first session and weekend in the woods
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