She who is His
4:30AM.
Too fucking early to speak. I don't even want this job. The guy I talked
to kind of freaked me out, he sounded so vague about what the job was... but
that he had heard so many great things about me. From who, I have no idea, it's
not like I have any friends or family. I took a shower and dressed in my only
suit; black jacket and short skirt, black silk t-shirt, sheer black hose and
heels. Then I put my straight brown hair up in a bun, threw on some lips and
eyes, grabbed my glasses, purse, portfolio and orange juice and flew out the
door to the bus stop...
I walked into the building a half hour early. I was so eager yet
expecting the usual: a boss just looking down his nose at me. But his secretary
was a snooty blond with a small nose piercing and I thought that there might be
some shimmer of hope. I was let into a large office with huge windows and a
giant stone desk and leather chairs and I wondered why, considering I thought I
wasn't interviewing for a top position. He stood up when I came in and held out
his hand, I shook it instinctively and smiled and said, "hello." He mentioned
something about standing during the interview and before I had time to answer he
had looked me up and down so obviously it was almost peculiar. He was handsome
in a rugged sort of way with no ring or a picture frame in sight. Something
about him was so amazing. All of a sudden I felt I was in a different kind of
interview.
He came around to the front of his desk and sat on the edge and told me
that he already knew a lot about me and that my name wouldn't be used anymore as
he motioned for me to turn around. The excitement I felt from this was
incredible but I felt I had to tell him that I wasn't the interview he was
expecting. Or was I? He asked how old I was, 25 and when my parents died, I was
nine, adoptive family, no. I was nervous and my hands began to sweat as he asked
very personal questions like if I was promiscuous and how many lovers I've had
and, "excuse me sir," I interrupted as he looked at me like I cut off his finger
instead of his sentence, "but what is the job title I'm interviewing for." "Why
my slave of course," he said matter-of-factly, "a new one to train aren't you?"
"Well yes sir but I feel I must tell you in case you were expecting someone
else." Minutes seemed to go by before he spoke, "yet you're not leaving, are
you? Tell me does it sound intriguing to you then?" "Well," I stuttered, "what
does it entail?" He walked over to me and brushed his hand against my face and
said, "you do whatever I want"...as his hand drifted down to my breast. He took
my nipple between his fingers and squeezed it hard and said, "whatever I want.
You're my property and I pay you for it. You will move into my house and be my
personal holes to do with as I please...and I must say they sent over a very
beautiful slut." I stood there so enamored I couldn't move, I thought about what
he had just said and I realized I was excited.
"I see you still haven't left yet, answer the questions." I told him
about all the men and women in my life and about life in the orphanage and how
difficult it was. "Well perfect then," he said, "you are a fucking whore you'll
start tonight...terms and conditions are in that letter on the table there," he
pointed, "I know you don't have any loose ends to tie as you have no family and
here you go..." He handed me a pen and I read the letter that stated an amount
for service and gasped. It was more money than I had ever seen as I signed
before I could think and he said, "that's the last decision you will ever make
now turn around and bend over that chair."
I turned slowly and bent over this big leather chair in front of his
desk and took a deep breath. He told me to pull my stockings and panties down to
my knees and lift my skirt. I hesitated for a moment but I began to do it and he
told me to hurry up. I pulled my panties down with my stockings and I lifted my
skirt a little. "More," he said and I lifted it higher as I heard him get on the
phone. He asked for someone on the other line and he told me to raise my ass
higher and arch my back and stay. I did and he talked to someone for a moment
and I looked back and he was just looking at my ass and then up to my eyes as I
looked at his. He ended his call and told me like a child that I was never to
disobey, I was told to stay, not look at him and he came over to me and spanked
my ass hard. He kept his hand on my ass cheek and he squeezed my tit hard and
told me that I was always to obey and do exactly what my new master says. He
said, "I am your mind now," and he squeezed my other tit and spanked my ass
again. He laughed about how wet I was getting and then he bent down and
whispered in my ear, "you have a perfect ass hole," and then he told me to pull
up my hose to just under my ass and pull my skirt back down and follow him. He
walked quickly and started giving me a list of rules that he said he wanted me
to follow strictly. Rules about being in public, house rules would come
later...I always walk behind him, never speak unless spoken to, always call him
Sir; I am to be considered his new assistant...etc.
We got into a large limo downstairs and he told me that he would take it
easy on me in the beginning and said to get down on my knees and face the front
of the car. He put a blindfold on me and told me to bend down and put my head on
the floor. He then told me to lift my skirt, push down my hose and panties to my
knees and spread my cheeks so he could look at his new holes. I felt so
humiliated and excited at the same time as the car bounced along, with my face
on the floor and I held my cheeks open for him. He said that he would let me get
to trust him first and that there will be a lot of work involved. After what
seemed like hours we stopped and he took the blindfold off. I stepped out of the
car and was in front of an old stone mansion with vines of ivy and beautiful
huge old windows and a gigantic oak door. He walked inside and I followed into
the great hall of what seemed like a castle; stone walls and tapestries and
giant paintings hung all over into other rooms and up into rafters 80 feet high.
A woman in a uniform took my arm and led me upstairs to a beautiful room with a
large four-poster bed, tall ceilings and fabric everywhere. She led me into the
bathroom and said to take off my clothes for inspection. Another woman joined
her as I was bathed and shaved and waxed and scrubbed from top to bottom and
even given an enema. I was brought back into the bedroom when they were done
with me, measured everywhere and then left alone to stand there naked.
After what seemed like forever the door opened and he walked in. "Now
the rules for life...you are to get on your knees with your head to the floor
whenever I enter a room." I got down instantly and he praised me...patting me on
the head and telling me this was respect position. He told me, "You are to never
make a sound unless I tell you to and never even think about speaking." He told
me to get up and open my mouth as he looked inside with a stick he took from his
pocket, poked at my lips and looked at my gums. He turned my head and looked
into my ears and then lifted my tits and pinched one of my nipples hard until I
winced. He then told me to get on all fours on the bed and told me to put my ass
up high and my head low, he smacked my ass hard and told me higher. I held it as
high as I could with my head down on the bed as he explained that this is
inspection position. I heard what sounded like rubber gloves snapping behind me
then felt my pussy lips parting. I kept my ass up high as he probed my pussy and
ass seeming to look inside me. "I want to explain what I'm going to do to you so
you know what you're in for," he said as he pulled my lips apart and put his
fingers inside my pussy. I let out a moan and he smacked my ass and said, "Never
speak I said didn't I, another rule you've broken, we'll take care of that
later. I need to break you before I can truly own you," he said as he put his
finger in my ass hole and I jumped. "Has no one ever fucked your ass hole
whore?" he asked almost yelling, "no Sir," I squeaked out as he worked another
finger inside it, "I love to work virgin ass hole until I can see into the
stomach," he said laughing.
He kept probing my ass hole telling me how nice it was to finally find a
slut with a new hole as I tried not to move or scream. He pulled his fingers out
of me slow and told me to turn over as he took off his gloves and he put my legs
back with my knees up but spread apart and my hands in a begging kind-of
position and said this was the roll-over position. He squeezed my tits and
pinched my nipples hard as I bit my lip and he went back to looking at my pussy
when he called to the women outside the door. "Look here," he said to one of
them, smacking my pussy lips, "next time you wax her make sure you get
everything," he asked if dinner was ready, told them to serve the guests then
sent them away. He snapped another pair of gloves on then he took out his fat
hard cock and didn't say a word as he looked right at me with anger and pulled
my legs up onto his shoulders and shoved it into my pussy hard. He said nice
tight pussy hole then took out his dripping wet cock and worked it into my ass
hole. He moaned as I grabbed onto the bedspread and held on breathing hard and
tried not to scream. I couldn't help but let out a yelp as he finally shoved it
all the way in hard and started to fuck me fast. He shook his head and fucked me
harder as I cried and whimpered. "I'm going to train you to require this slut,
like air," he said as he took his cock out and told me to get back into
inspection position.
He smacked my ass hard as I held it high and he shoved some fingers into
my ass and I felt a liquid get rubbed into it. He put both thumbs in my ass hole
and stretched me out as he told me to scream. I did and he jammed his cock back
in it hard and said, "Too bad I need to stretch this hole slut, it's good and
tight," as he fucked me so hard telling me to look at my sloppy tits bouncing.
His thumbs were still in as he fucked me I realized and although it hurt I
started to feel myself cum as I screamed and backed into him. My body shook and
convulsed uncontrollably as he fucked harder and faster and he pulled his thumbs
out and smacked my ass. He held my hips hard and kept fucking my hole until he
came inside it moaning and quivering.
He snapped off the gloves while he said, "Be my dog, whore," he pointed
to the floor and I got down on all fours. He left the room and returned and
said, "good slut," and pat me on the head and he told me to not use my mouth
hole to make sound anymore and that I had good wild hair for a dog slut as he
bent down and put a thick, leather collar around my neck and eased a big plug in
my ass making his cum and my blood drip out of me and down my legs. The plug had
a long tail attached to it made out of a bunch of leather pieces and he pulled
me by my leash down the stairs telling me to heal.
