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Chapter 2
Shannon laid in bed thinking about the day…her incredible day. She had cum…hard. After she cooled down, her and Master, as he requested she call him, talked until late evening. They talked about common stuff, things they each liked. By the end of the night, she felt like they have been friends forever.
She had cleaned up long before her mother came home. She had learned long ago to hear the car as it came up the drive way. This gave her enough time to end any activities that would get her in trouble. The infrequent reunions with her mom were not anything to celebrate. Her mother was mostly annoyed with her own life and her daughter was just one other annoyance. That evening it was the mess Shannon left in the kitchen when she made lunch. She came in, took a look at the dirty dishes sitting on the kitchen table and in the sink. “You got to be fucking kidding me! Shannon!” she screamed. After a terse conversation, both left for their rooms. Shannon went to bed but was unable to sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened online and she found herself getting moist as she replayed the afternoon in her head. She pushed her hand down her belly, under the covers and slid her finger into her sex. It didn’t take much rubbing before she came and then quickly, she fell asleep, her hand still in her panties.
The next day at school, she thought about him, about how handsome he was, about how he made her feel. She thought about how he looked at her like she was a piece of meat, how hungry he looked. When she got home, she said a silent prayer of thanks that her Mom was at work. The dogs looked at her from outside, thinking that she was going to walk them. Instead she threw her backpack down and headed to her room. The dogs looked at each other then back at the empty hallway where she once stood.
Turning on the laptop was like switching on the butterflies in her stomach. She was getting excited by the low hum of the computer’s power supply powering up. She logged into her messaging program. Master was on and he immediately paged her, requesting webcam. She accepted and sat down.
“Hello Shannon,” he said as his pixilated image popped up on the screen.
“Hi.” She smiled
“I’m glad to see you on. How was your day?” he asked as he leaned back in his chair.
“It wasn’t bad. School kind of stinks but nothing really interesting happened.”
Tom laughed “Oh, I find that hard to believe. Something must have happened. At least one thing was interesting?”
Shannon laughed “Really! Nothing interesting happened. Nothing ever interesting happens at school. It’s a lot of boredom. One boring class after another.”
“You don’t like school?” he asked.
“I hate it,” she said.
“I don’t blame you. I didn’t like school either. What don’t you like about it?” he asked.
“I can name one hundred things but mostly I don’t like the homework and tests and stuff.”
“Well, not everyone is made to be smart,” Tom declared.
Shannon smiled and squinted “Are you saying that I’m dumb?”
Tom sipped on a beer. “Not dumb, just not made to be a doctor or a scientist.”
“Well, it’s ok. I’m not that smart. I’m horrible at school.”
“That’s ok. With that beautiful body of yours, you are made for different things. You don’t need to be smart, in fact, its better that you are not. Most women are not smart anyway.”
Shannon blushed and smiled, unsure what to think if that was a put down or a compliment. It sounded a whole like a put down.
“How tall are you?” he asked.
“Five foot, one inch.”
“How much do you weight?”
“105 pounds.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
“Not right now.”
“A beautiful girl like you and no boyfriend?”
“I’m kind of shy I guess and not as pretty as you seem to think.”
“Have you ever kissed a boy?”
“Yes.”
He corrected her. “It’s ‘yes, Sir’”
“Sorry. Yes, Sir.”
“Have you ever had sex?”
“Not yet.” Shannon squirmed. The conversation was building on the butterflies in her stomach.
“But you want to?”
“I guess so.”
“What have you done?”
“What do you mean?” Shannon asked.
“Has any boy touched your tits or cunt?”
His vulgar words had her catch her breath. “Yes Sir.”
“Have you sucked a man’s cock?”
She paused before answering. “Two times.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“One time it was a guy I was seeing, the other time was at a party.”
“How old was the guy at the party?”
“18.”
“Did he cum in your mouth?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Did you swallow it?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. Was it someone you just met?”
“I was drinking and he was just some guy that I met.”
“How did it happen?” Tom asked.
As she told the story, she remembered it as if it was yesterday. The memory was burned into her and she could feel the fear and excitement she felt on that night. “He took my hand and took me to a room, locked the door and was making out with me on a bed.”
“You never met him before?”
“No. “
“Then what happened?”
“He felt me up and then pushed my head down to his lap. His penis was out and he put it in my mouth.” She remembered the cock, its size, the heat that seemed to come off it and how the head was swollen and purple, the tip shiny with pre-cum.
“Did he force you?”
“Kind of.”
“Did you like it?”
“I was a little freaked out but I liked it.” She had never admitted that to anyone.
“Good girl.” Tom paused, took a long sip of his beer. “Did you think about me at school?”
Shannon nodded.
“You liked what we did last night? It made you wet at school?”
Shannon blushed and looked down at her hands.
“It’s ok girl. Tell me the truth. Did it make your little cunt wet?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. Do you know why it got wet?”
She shook her head.
“Because you are submissive. The thought of what you did made your body prepare you for a man to use you.”
“Wh..what do you mean?”
“Your body knows what you want, what you need. It made your cunt wet so that it would be easy for a man to stick his cock in you…How does that make you feel?”
“Um, weird.”
“Good weird?”
“Yes Sir, I guess so.”
“That is what your body is for, to pleasure a man. It’s designed that way. A good slave should always be wet, always ready for her master to use her. Do you want me to make you feel good again?”
Shannon nodded.
“Are you alone?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
Shannon felt weird about it but she nodded and leaned down to untie her shoes. She kicked them off and then grabbed her sweater and shirt and pulled them over her head. She struggled to pull them of and it ruffled her hair. Tom watched, his computer recording everything. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She laid the bra neatly on the desk, conscious that her bare breasts were visible. She stood up and undid her belt and pants, pulling them down, stepping out of them.
“I like you naked.” Tom was being honest. He couldn’t believe how easy this one was. He stared at the screen, studying his prey.
Shannon looked at the ground and sat down.
“I like when you submit to me,” he continued.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“That you obey me.”
“Oh.”
“I want to own you.”
Shannon was quiet. Tom didn’t say anything. She wanted to cum right there, without touching herself. There was a moment of silence between the two of them before Shannon asked, “What do you mean?”
“I want you to be my slave.”
Shannon felt her sex twitch. She sucked in air and then slowly exhaled. “How do I do that?”
“You submit to me, give yourself to me,” he explained.
“Online?”
“Yes.”
“Do you have…other slaves?”
“Not right now.”
“But you have in the past?”
“Yes. Grab your breast for me.”
Shannon cupped her breast.
“Now pinch your nipple…roll it around in your fingers…Now, do you want me to own you?”
She rolled her stiffening nipple between her fingers and paused. The buildup of sexual tension in her was gradual. Nothing had ever felt more exciting. She had never felt as turned on as she was then. “I don’t know.”
His voice was slow, steady, and hypnotic. “That is why you were in that room. I think your body knows. Doesn’t it?”
The last time she had felt this turned on was when she first discovered porn. The first time she had seen graphic images of sex, it had given her this same breathless excitement, pushing her higher to a ledge she couldn’t see. “I don’t know,” she whispered.
“Feel between your legs with your other hand. Do it,” he ordered.
Shannon obeyed. Her finger slide into warm wetness, dripping out of her.
“Feel how wet you are? This is what you are. You are an un-owned slave. This is why you came into that room. You want someone to claim you… and I want to claim you, declare you as my property… take you as my property.”
Shannon moaned. She was wet, her slit warm.
“What would I do?” Shannon asked.
“As a slave?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You would become my property and I would train you to be what a slave should be.”
Shannon let out a sigh as the pleasure built between her legs.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” she lied. Yes, yes I do.
“Don’t lie to me slut. Be honest. This is what you want.”
Shannon blushed, her finger rubbing furiously.
“You can’t stop thinking about it because you want to feel what it is like to give up all your decisions, to be owned and used by a man. You know that is all you are good for, isn’t that right?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m taking you as mine, cunt”
Shannon was at the edge now, looking over the edge of the cliff. She could barely speak, she was so close to cumming. “What?”
He stared at her through the screen and said, “I’m taking you as mine. Stop touching yourself…put your hands up. If I take you now, you would become my property. This would be for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”
To Shannon, this was just an online game, one that she loved. At least her body loved it. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest. She nodded.
“Put your hands on your head.”
Shannon obeyed.
“Do you want me to take you now as my slave?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tom smiled, he had her.
“If I take you now…there is no going back. Understand?”
Shannon nodded.
“You want to become property Shannon?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I’m going to take you Shannon and make you mine. You will be a slave, nothing but a cunt for pleasure. You will not have any free will or choice after I take you. Do you understand?”
Shannon moaned, nodded and whispered “Yes Sir.”
“Then look in the camera and repeat after me. I, state your name.”
“I state...I mean, I Shannon”
“Do give up all rights as a person.”
“Do give up all rights as a person,” I repeated.
“and give myself to Master Tom Wright”
“and give myself to Master Tom Wright,” she repeated.
“Now, put your hands down and touch yourself again…Now say ‘this girl is Master Wright’s slave.”
She eagerly pushed her hand back down between her legs, into her wet, hot slit that eagerly wrapped itself around her finger. “This girl is Master Wright’s slave.”
“Good girl. Keep touching yourself. Now say it again.”
“This girl is Master Wright’s slave.”
“You now belong to me. You are no longer a human. You are a slave. You have no rights. ”
Shannon moaned, her legs shook. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her finger pushed hard into her clit. Tom smiled, his cock standing straight up under the table, out of view of Shannon. He stroked it, watching his new slave orgasm. He knew she wasn’t completely his yet, but that this was a good first step. She would be his before the month was over.
Tom let Shannon come down from the orgasm. Her stared at her intently, a dark smile plastered on his face. “Now girl, I’m going to let that slide but from now on, it is to ask me permission to cum, is that understood?”
Shannon tried to catch her breath “Yes Sir.”
“Do you know why it needs to ask permission?”
Shannon looked confused “It?”
Tom leaned in, looking stern. “It. That’s you but now that you are property, you don’t deserve to be a you. You are an it. We will start our training with it learning that it no longer refers to itself as ‘me’ or ‘I’. It is a thing, an object. Is that understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good girl. We will see. It needs to ask me for permission to cum because it doesn’t own its cunt. I own its cunt. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.”
Tom smiles “Good,” he hissed. He knew he had to take it slow but he wanted to start a few more habits. “I’m going to teach it one more thing today. It will not wear clothing when alone at home. Clothing is for people, not animals. Understood?”
Shannon eyes darted down, thinking about it “Yes Sir.”
“Good girl.” Despite the degrading conversation she had just been subjected to, she beamed at the praise.
Tom knew that he had to lure her in emotionally first, before he really began to break her down. So he switched tacks, knowing that her lust had been satisfied. He began to ask her about school, about her friends, what she enjoyed. She in turn talked freely and asked the occasional question about him. He made a lot of it up. When he finally watched her as she heard her Mom’s car in the driveway and log off, he reviewed the video that he had taken of the whole session. He stroked himself, coming quickly as he watched her touch herself.
As he squeezed his cock, pushing out the semen, he thought about what he learned today. She was a virgin. Tom knew he didn’t have the self-control to keep her one, which was too bad because he would get five times the amount for her.
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