Interview of a slavegirl
By slave kelli
I arrived at my Master's house promptly at 12:00 noon as I had been
ordered to the night before. Master Robert had paged me and informed me to be
at his house for a training session. I had been Master's slave for about four
months, during which time he had taught me the proper way to address my Master,
dress, present myself for inspection and display, pleasure Master with my mouth
and tongue, and cook and clean to his specifications. In particular, I was to
keep the basement dungeon very clean, which included oiling the many whips that
were there, checking the equipment for any damage, and mopping the floor and so
forth. A small cage was also available in the dungeon, and I was to make sure
this was always tidy. I was never allowed to sleep with Master but, instead,
stayed in the cage overnight when told to do so.
I made sure of two things when I arrived at Master's house: to be on
time and to dress appropriately. I had once been a few minutes late when I
stopped to check on some people who were having car trouble, but quickly learned
that this was unacceptable behavior. Master was greatly displeased when I
arrived that day and gave me a lash with his crop for each minute I was late.
It was the first time that I was disciplined so harshly and the memory of the
pain was deeply seared into my mind. There was no way I ever wanted to
experience that again.
Secondly was my attire. I was 5'3", 124 lbs., with long, wavy brown
hair and brown eyes, 34c-25-34, and quite fit. The latter was ensured by an
extensive exercise regimen assigned by Master. The end result, however, was
that I had a killer body and it greatly complimented my very pretty looks. I
was dressed to complement my body as I had been previously trained to do. As a
result, I wore a skimpy sundress with spaghetti straps that hung low in front
and high on my thighs. I could not wear a bra with this outfit but it didn't
really matter as my breasts were ample enough to hold the dress in place. I was
permitted panties in public, though never in private, and wore silk ones to
match the dress. Finally, I wore nice heels as well as Master's prescribed
perfume. I had bathed and closely shaven that morning as well, taking extra
care around the pubic area.
I rang the doorbell with great anticipation, looking forward to my
training session. I was sure it would involve a reinforcement of things we had
worked on previously, such as cleaning different areas of the house, preparing
lunch, and pleasuring Master. Our training sessions had always involved
one-on-one interactions and been private, thus allowing me to quickly learn what
I needed to as a slavegirl. Master was a controlling Dominant in the Gorean
style who clearly enjoyed giving me commands and having me obey them. He was
extremely intelligent, the owner of several electronics stores, and quite
competitive in athletic contests of various sorts. He was handsome as well and
I enjoyed being at his side in public. I believed too that he appreciated my
beauty and intelligence and ability to maintain a good conversation. All in all
things had gone quite well, I thought.
Master answered the door after a long period of time, much longer than
usual. I smiled brightly at him and he gestured for me to enter. The house was
beautiful as always, with large spaces, gorgeous furniture, and flowers
everywhere. Master certainly enjoyed his possessions. I followed him to the
living room and he sat down, looking at me. I was a little uncomfortable
because he had not spoken yet, and wondered briefly if I had gotten the time
right. But I had.
I was not told to sit or kneel, but simply stood there as Master
examined me. I straightened my back a bit more to heave my breasts and give him
a good show. Then he spoke.
"Your slave contract expires today at 1:00, did you remember that?"
I had. "Yes, Master Robert, I did remember that."
"Your training has gone quite well, don't you think?
"Yes, Master Robert, I believe it has gone very well." I smiled.
"As I mentioned at the beginning of your training, there are different
levels of training, each more difficult than the last. Are you interested in
continuing your training?"
"Yes, Master Robert, very much so."
"This is your only chance to back out, otherwise I have another
four-month contract for you to sign."
"Yes, Master Robert, I will be happy to sign another contract."
"You realize you can go freely now and I will give you all the pictures
and video that I have of your training?"
Master had filmed me in many compromising positions over the past month
and told me that, should I leave the contract prematurely, the film would be
released to my co-workers and boss. I knew I would be utterly humiliated should
that happen, and didn't dare leave the contract. But I had greatly enjoyed the
past four months and wished to continue.
"Yes, Master Robert, but I wish to stay."
"Very well, sign here, but remember the next phase is more difficult."
Without thinking about it very much, I hurried over to the contract. It
was placed on the table in such a way that I had to kneel to sign it, but did
so. Master took the contract and pen and carefully filed them away. He then
returned to me as I continued to kneel. I was sure that I would be allowed at
that point to pleasure him with my mouth and tongue and soft hands, but was in
for a bit of a surprise.
"Your attire for today is in the dungeon. Change into it and return
here."
"Yes, Master Robert."
I walked to the dungeon door and went down the steps. On a small table
was a neon orange thong bikini with bright orange 4" spiked heels. Both were
garish but I placed them on as ordered and checked myself in the mirror. I
flicked my hair and jiggled my breasts a bit - my I was a pretty thing! Lastly
I put on my thick leather slave collar with a single ring for a leash.
I returned to the living room and to Master. Strangely, he did not seem
all that interested in my outfit, not even bothering to see me in my cute
figure. Instead, he made a simple statement.
"You are a slavegirl and will address all men you meet this weekend as
"Sir," do you understand that?
What did that mean? "Y-yes, Master Robert, all men I meet this weekend
are to be addressed as "Sir."
Just then the doorbell rang and my heart skipped a beat. "Answer the
door and show hospitality, slut."
"Y-yes, Master Robert," I stammered, stunned by the fact that another
would be joining us, that I was dressed like this before someone else, and that
I was referred to as slut by my Master. He had never said that before.
I walked carefully to the door in my heels and opened it. There stood a
man much like Master, tall, well-built, confident, and clearly a Dominant. I
stood motionless for a second before I recovered.
"Greetings, Sir, please come in."
He said nothing to me but did enter and shook hands with Master. I was
mortified at my position and attire, and blushed heavily. I suddenly felt very
self-conscious and vulnerable. Master spoke.
"Girl, prepare us lunch quickly." He was very stern.
"Y-yes, Master Robert." I walked nervously to the kitchen and quickly
prepared a delightful lunch of crab salad, soup, cookies, and soft drinks. I
was hungry as well, not eating before because I figured I would eat with Master
as always. I was wrong.
The two men ate at the kitchen table as I served them lunch. I tried to
be a bit playful with Master, rubbing my thigh against him gently but got no
reaction. Why? During lunch, I refilled drinks and served seconds, then
cleaned up as the men retired to the living room. I could hear muffled voices
but could not make out what they were saying. After cleanup, I returned to the
living room. Both men stared at me. Master spoke.
"slut, you will be questioned by Whipmaster. You will answer his
questions truthfully and to the best of your ability. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master Robert." I was motioned to kneel before Whipmaster and did
so nervously. He did not hesitate.
"Who are you, slut?"
"My name is kelli, uh, my Master is Master Robert, Sir."
"What is the purpose of a slavegirl, slut?"
"To obey her Master, Sir" I was very nervous now.
"How are you disciplined, slut?"
"Through the crop, sexual deprivation, and neglect from my Master, Sir."
I could tell these were unsatisfactory answers but wasn't sure why.
Whipmaster's tone was one of irritation.
"What do you think about during the day, slut?"
I had been told to be truthful. "Work, bills, errands, and Master of
course, Sir."
"Why do slavegirls and Masters exist, slut?"
I had only thought about this in the abstract a few times, and stammered
in trying to answer. I started to when I was cut off. "That's enough,"
Whipmaster said. "Yes, Sir." But he was not talking to me. Master then spoke.
"Whipmaster has been very kind in coming here today and spending his
valuable time with the likes of you, slut. It is time to properly thank him.
"Thank you, Sir," I said naively. Master shook his head.
"No, I mean pleasure him." At that point, Whipmaster stood close before
me, his crotch in my face, smelling of sex and Dominance.
"W-what?," I stammered. I had never had to pleasure another man during
my training, and my head was spinning.
Whipmaster spoke. "It is clear she needs a marathon session, I agree.
We can proceed." Master then spoke.
"slut, you will do everything you are told to do today and tomorrow.
You will do it quickly and without hesitation or you will be released from your
contract and the film sent out. Do you understand?"
The stern tone in his voice meant I had better respond quickly. "Yes,
Master, I understand, I will do as I am told."
"Get into the car, front seat."
"Yes, Master." I scurried to the car and sat in the front seat as
Master drove and Whipmaster rode in the back. The weather was cool this spring
day, not hot, and my nipples shot forth through the shoddy fabric of my bikini
top. The thong was now buried deep into my crack but I didn't dare remove it.
I sat motionless. Master spoke.
"You will sit up in your chair upright at all times and do as you are
told without the slightest bit of hesitation or you will be punished severely
and released from your contract. Do you understand, slut?"
"Yes, Master, I understand" as my head hung low in respect and
submission. What was going to happen to me?
Master drove around town silently for a while, seemingly aimlessly, as I
squirmed nervously in my seat. I was in a car with two very Dominant Masters
and was dressed as skimpily as could be. I found myself horrified and excited
at the same time, and also quite intimidated. I was now in a position where
these two men could do virtually anything to me. I knew that my only ticket out
was complete and utter obedience. I was their slave.
Master drove to a convenience store, very busy this afternoon, and
handed me a five-dollar bill. "Go in and get me a pack of gum." I was stunned
at the request but knew again from his tone that he was very serious. "Yes,
Master," I quickly said and went into the store.
I was very out of place. The store was in a less than upscale part of
town and there was plenty of trashy people there. Still, no one was dressed in
an orange thong bikini and heels as I was. As soon as I walked in all eyes were
upon me, specifically my breasts and ass. Worse, there was a line at the
counter. I retrieved the gum and stood in line, feeling everyone's eyes and
hearing so much snickering and laughing. I was utterly humiliated and
embarrassed, so much so that I could not even raise my head. When it was
finally my turn at the counter, I placed the gum down and handed over the money.
The clerk did not immediately respond, instead taking time to leer at my chest.
All the sexiness I felt earlier was gone. Instead, I was a piece of meat to be
stared at. After what seemed like the longest time, I paid and ran out of the
store to the car, head lowered. I had learned my lesson and looked forward to
going home. I was not so lucky.
Master drove to another convenience store and parked. "You didn't get
any gum for Whipmaster. You will do so now. In addition, you are not to run at
any time, but walk very slowly and sashay as you do. Do you understand, slut?"
I closed my eyes very briefly but quickly answered, "Yes, Master." I
repeated the scenario from earlier, again feeling humiliated and embarrassed as
I sashayed around. Once again, all eyes were on my breasts and ass and the
laughter continued. As a beautiful women, I was always used to compliments on
my figure and was able to tease men with my body. Not now. Now I was simply a
piece of ass on display for men. The thought excited and horrified me, but I
was learning something.
Returning to the car, the humiliation scene was played out all over town
in convenience stores, gas stations, restaurants, and other very public places.
Each time, my requirements were made more stringent - more delay, more display,
more conversations with strangers, more sluttiness. By the end of the
afternoon, I was thoroughly humiliated and broken. I would have done anything
to make it stop, even pleasure Whipmaster. Master and Whipmaster knew this, of
course. Master spoke.
"Do you wish this to end, slut?"
My head was hung low in respect and submission. Gone was the
familiarity with which I had called "Master Robert" before. He was now simply
"Master."
"Yes, Master."
"Do you have anything else to say?"
"Yes, Master, slut apologizes profusely for her earlier hesitation and
will obey quickly and willingly, Master. She understands her place and will
obey without hesitation, Master." I meant every word. At this point, I would
do anything I was told. Both men knew this, of course. I was their slave.
Arriving home, I was told to strip and go to the dungeon. Without even
thinking about Whipmaster's presence, I stripped quickly as ordered and scurried
to the dungeon. Gone was the walking I did before, now I jumped quickly at
Master's command. In the dungeon I was placed in a special stock that forced my
head near the floor and my slave ass raised high. My arms and neck were secured
as were my legs. My slave ass was now very exposed. I wondered what my next
training involved. I didn't have to wait long.
Master took a very thick belt from the wall and struck my slave ass
hard. I writhed and squirmed in sharp pain, as it was much different from the
crop. He did so again, in the same place, causing tears to come. It hurt. He
then struck the opposite side, even harder. It felt as if my slave ass would
explode. He continued to lash me, always on the same spot, the same welt, so
that my discipline would be all that more intense. Whipmaster watched but did
not participate. Master expertly changed the length of time between lashes so
that I did not know when the next would hit, giving it even more effect. My
body writhed and I yearned to communicate to Master. Finally, I was given the
chance.
"Do you wish more punishment, slut?
Quickly I replied "NO, Master!!"
"What have you learned today so far?"
I took advantage of the opening.
"That slut is to do as she is told without hesitation and as quickly as
possible, Master. That she is to respect Master and do as she is told at all
times. She is a slave and the property of Master, and she is thankful and
grateful for her collar. She is to honor Master by obeying him completely, and
by showing proper respect. She will be a devoted piece of property and continue
to beg for her slavery, which is a privilege for her. She is proud to be the
slut slave property of Master!"
"You have one other thing to learn, slut"
Both Masters then took turns splitting my anus with their cocks, causing
me to shriek in discomfort. However, the apparatus I was in only allowed my to
offer my slave ass to them, and after some time I did so more willingly. My
slave ass was the property of Master, after all, what could I do? Whipmaster
interviewed me again.
"Who are you, slut?"
"The devoted property and slut slave of Master, Sir."
"What is the purpose of a slavegirl, slut?"
"To obey, serve, please, and arouse her Master, Sir, in every way and
without hesitation."
"How are you disciplined, slut?"
"As Master wishes, Sir, for my education and for his pleasure."
"What do you think about during the day, slut?"
"Only how to better please and serve Master, Sir."
"Why do slavegirls and Masters exist, slut?"
"It is the natural order of things, Sir."
Whipmaster nodded and I was released to kneel before them. I knew now
my only value to them was my mouth and slave tits and ass. I also knew my
training was to continue even more harshly the next day. For I had seen Master
earlier reading the want ads for an exotic dancer in a strip club. I knew very
soon I would be stripping, dancing, serving drinks, and profiting for men and
Master. I was a slavegirl.
