Chapter 3 - Sarah's Collaring
Fuckmeat returned from the storage cabinets at the back of the room with her
silver tray again held in her right hand. On it was a thick leather posture
collar, similar to the one that both she and cuntmouth wore, although this one
had short, gleaming, stainless steel spikes mounted around the top edge of the
collar, pointing upward.
"This is a novice collar Master," fuckmeat said. "It trains a new slave to keep
her head in the proper position, or else she will feel the pain of the spikes
pressing into her neck."
Taking the collar from the tray, I turned to my kneeling slave and fastened it
around her neck. Fuckmeat had picked the right size, as it fastened snugly
without being overly tight.
"I will have to find out what your proper slave name is, but for now, I will
just call you 'property'". As I said this, Sarah, property, looked at me and
smiled the sweet contented smile of someone who has just discovered all that
their future holds, and is totally at peace with what will come.
"This may be the last time that you have the opportunity to speak freely slave.
Do you have anything that you would like to say?"
Sarah bowed her head, and in her sexy voice responded, "Yes Master, property
would like to say something. I am truly happy that I have found you, and that
you are taking control as my Master. There is no one that I love and trust
more, and I will be the happiest slave in the family knowing that I belong to
you. You are my Master and I am your slave. I give you everything that I have,
and respectfully request that you take full possession of your property. I am
yours Master."
With that, Sarah leaned forward and kissed my feet, grimacing slightly as the
spikes on the collar dug into her neck, but continuing with the show of respect
despite the pain.
After she straightened back up into her kneeling rest position, I once again
looked around at the other people in the room. Roger had turned his sister /
slave cuntmouth's head to watch the spectacle happening before them, and they
both smiled as their sister joined the family as a participating slave, rather
than an onlooker. Fuckmeat the maid / aunt also smiled with pride as her niece
joined the family of Masters and slaves. Turning towards me, fuckmeat asked,
"Master Joe, may this piss drinking whore say something?"
"Go ahead cunt!"
"Master, my sister is Master Roger, cuntmouth and Sarah's mother. I was present
when Sarah was born, and I know the name that Master George give to Sarah as her
slave name."
"Out with it then, so that we can all call the slut by her proper name."
"Master Joe, Master George named his first born daughter painslut."
Turning back to Sarah, I said "By accepting the collar, you have accepted your
rightful place as slave, and my ownership as your Master. From this day
forward, you will be know to one and all by your slave name painslut."
"Master, may this worthless pig speak again?" My new slave was already slipping
into her role with ease. She must have spent so much time being around slaves
growing up that she already knew her proper place. I didn't have the same
experience, but I was a quick study.
"You may speak whore."
"Master, painslut is honoured to become known by her first given name, and as
the slave to Master Joe. Master, painslut respectfully requests that the
collaring ceremony be completed by suffering the punishment she has earned for
not telling you the details of her family life earlier. Please Master, painslut
should suffer for this slight to her Master."
It appeared that her Father had made the correct choice when he named her. Our
new relationship was going to be very enjoyable for me, and very painful for my
new slave.
"Very well, let the pain begin."
To be continued. Chapter 4 will be Pain Games.
