'Ma’am, we're here.'

she sat in the back of the comfortable town car reading a note.

"jessica you are to be clean, completely! Shaved and ready by 7PM.

Wear the clothes and jewelry laid out on the bed, use your judgment with makeup. Bring nothing else.

See you later."

"Ma’am, this Cateux le Belle, we're here.

Sitting there wearing a black skirt and a tight white blouse she took a deep breath, opened the door and elegantly levered herself onto a four inch pump. It took all her effort to maintain her composure as  she walked through the door.

A well dressed well built man gestured her over. Master was wearing a well cut black suit with an almost black grey shirt. She only knew him as Master.

"Sit"

She leaned in and nervously whispered "Hello Master".

A waiter swooped in with two glasses of champagne and swooped out just as quickly.

"How are you're bruises"

"It still stings a little to sit down but they're mostly healed"

He smiled slightly.

"Tell me why you're here"

"We agreed to try.. erm me being your slave for two months and now the two months is over."

"Correct. Did you masturbate while I was away?"

"Yes sir" She whispered. "But only as instructed, four times a day for the whole week"

"You didn't cum?"

"No sir" She whispered again

"When? I hope you didn't go easy on yourself."

"No sir. Every morning just after my shower. Every day in the store room at lunch. When I get home and just before bed. To nine, sometimes nine point five. I nearly went over a few times but I knew you've want me to go further than I thought I could."

"Very good. But slave, if you keep whispering "sir" there will be consequences. Order anything you want but I'd recommend you keep it light."

"Yes Sir."

The sat by the left wall half way down the intimate restaurant. There were 18 other tables, all couples, all well dressed enjoying wine and fine cuisine. A small fire crackled at the back.

"Steak, very rare"

"Quiche, please"

The waiter refilled their glasses and disappeared.

"Tell me what you're wearing"

"What you laid out Sir"

"Don't make me repeat myself"

"Yes Sir. A tight white blouse"

She thought that she was a little under dressed for this place but it wasn't her decision to make.

"A black slitted skirt"

He placed his Italian shoes between her legs at the ankles and with one quick gesture pushed them apart.

"Keep doing"

"Yes Sir"

"Ear rings, necklace"

He slid of his right shoe and placed his right foot against the inside if her left leg and slowly started moving it up. She swallowed and tried to keep her composure.

"black sheer stockings"

She should feel his foot moving upward toward her knee.

"oh god. am. Those place silk panties you like."

His foot reached her thigh. It would have been almost unbearable even without a week of pent up sexual energy. She wanted to scream.

"Matching garters"

His foot reached the top of her tight

"And that lacy bra"

His foot moved onto the front of her panties. He caught herself pushing against the ball of his foot before he stopped. She flushed bright red.

He left it there for a moment, took a casual drink from his glass and looked her deep in his eyes. She found it difficult to match his gaze but knew she was supposed to.

He barely smirked and started gently moving the ball of his foot. her entire attention was focused on it, the restaurant and it's customers melted away over and over, each time after a moment she would realize again where she was and try to regain her composure. She wanted Him to stop, she wanted him to keep going, she wanted him to fucker her like a beast right there.

"Steak Sir, and for you the quiche" The waiter said snapping her back to reality so suddenly it felt like she might have whiplash.

"Sir. I can't take it"

"Tell me more about the week. What did you think of when you edged yourself?"

"You Sir"

"That's a weak answer slave. I demand obedience not sycophancy. Give me a real answer. As you were building towards climax what were you thinking of?"

"You Sir. Your, am, hand on my throat, kneeling on my crotch. A couple of times I remembered when you spanked my pussy so hard I came and cried at the same time.

He stared into here eyes. She was telling the truth but more importantly she was good and horny, he could feel it though her panties. He took away his foot and said nothing while she took a couple of bites, he cut into his steak and studied her while he ate it like someone at a gallery opening looking at a painting eating finger food. She really was gorgeous. Her soft slight brown skin that he wanted to bite into, her doe eyes that all those nights made him want to show mercy and want to more cruel. The rest of her body he was less conflicted about, he wanted to rip her clothes off but he had plans.

"Your shirt. undo the top button"

"Sir.. I" She didn't really have anything to say.

She hesitated, the first and second buttons were already open. She undid the third button just above her breasts.

"You hesitated. Do it again"

"Sir?"

"Ok slave. I was telling you to unbutton the next button of you shirt but since it seems you need practice taking commands, unbutton three. You may take your time this time."

She took a breath and swallowed. She shouldn't have waited. She was terrified to look but looked around out of the corner of her eye. And slowly undid the button between her breasts. This one wasn't as subtle, he breasts instantly betrayed her pushing apart in and bringing a little of the shirt with it, the center of her black lacy bra vividly contrasting with the white shirt.

If she stopped she might not be able to keep going, she did the next one and then the one after. The two remaining button might as well not have been there.

He just sat an enjoyed the moment for a while, her heart raced. Every minute felt like an hour.

"Is you food satisfactory" Oh God! The waiter.

"Yes thank you" Master replied.

Maybe he didn't notice. "He noticed" Master replied as if reading her thoughts.

"I wonder what they're saying in the kitchen. Maybe they're laughing at you.

Anyway, I'm enjoying myself.

So.. I want you to unbutton your skirt"

"Sir please."

"Did I stutter. Who knows we could get kicked out in a minute. I want to enjoy myself before then"

"Sir, I, I"

"Slave look at me"

She looked up.

"Are you my slave or not?"

"Yes Sir"

She looked town again, reached down with her right hand and undid the button on the side of her skirt.

He just looked at her with a devious smile.

He reached down to the side of the table and pinched the skirt at the end.

"Lift your ass"

"Sir, I, Sir?"

"Slave!"

She lifted her ass up off the chair and he tugged pulling the skirt down relieving expensive black lingerie. He took the skirt and put stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

He felt like she was going to pop. The walls were closing in. Oh god they had to be looking. Oh god his foot was back pressing a little more firmly into her pussy.

"Wow, I'm not sure you've ever been this wet. I wonder if they can tell" He said twisting the knife.

"Anyway. I have to go the little boys room. I wont be a very long time."

She sat there trying not to panic. Trying to pretend she was somewhere else and not in a fancy restaurant with fancy people in nothing but her underwear and an unbutton shirt.

She didn't dare look up for a long time but eventually she had to. The entire restaurant was starting. Not even glancing but locked onto her. Oh God Oh God.

He sat back down.

"Please please please, Master, I'll do anything please give, no, please may I have my skirt Sir, please".

"Ah... no. I couldn't if I wanted to. I threw it out the window"

She didn't know what to do.

"Give me the shirt"

She didn't move. This time it was different her brain had shut down, unable to process the situation.

"Pet?"

"Pet. Look at me"

He always called her pet when in his softer moments.

She looked up. She did her best to not see the staring people behind him and just looking into his blue eyes.

"It's ok. You're with me, and as long as your with me you're ok. I will challenge you but I will also protect you. It might not feel like it but you're safe, there is no danger here. Do you trust me."

"Yes Sir. I trust you completely"

"Then trust me. Take your top off"

With a shaky hand she undid the last two buttons. He came around and helped her out of the top.

She heard mumbles from the crowd, "Whore","Slut","Does she know this isn't a brothel"

The waiter came down. "Sir, I'll have to ask.." Before he could finish Master handed him what looked like a hundred bucks. "Stall for as long as you can, if you can wait ten minutes there's another hundred in it for you".

"Slave, I'm the only one that matters here as far as you're concerned."

She was surprised, that was actually helping. Until.

"Now I want you to get up and stand in the middle of the room"

"Please Sir" He just glared back.

She took a breath and thought about what he just said. His opinion was the only one the mattered. She stood up. Each step took conscious effort, until she reached the middle of the room.

"Now take the rest off"

She started with the bra.

'It's just him and me' she thought over and over

And threw it to the floor

She struggled with the panties, she thought about how wet they were, she tried to do it would bending which wasn't working. Master walked over and with a firm hand pushed her back down until she was bending over and with the other hand pulled the knickers down. "I like the rest he said" as he whacked her ass so hard it sounded like thunder struck inside the room.

"Straighten up". She did instantly.

"Head up eyes front"

That was harder. As she looked up she saw the room in front of her looking back as if they were watching dinner theater.

They all began clapping.

"Congratulations my pet. You passed."

she looked at him confused.

"These are my friends. The waiter you met tonight is another friend the owner who helped me out with all this."

"This was all" she didn't know what emotion she was feeling but she was about to collapse into an emotional wreck. He knew he had only a few minutes.

"Honey. You need to know so you're not under an illusions. Tonight isn't over, it's just getting started and it wont be easy. Ok?"

He said trying to find eye contact and make sure she was ok and it was going through.

"But we're going to take a break, you were a trouper, ok? I'm proud of you."

He picked her up and carried her through a door and up some stairs and though another door into a small apartment.

"This is the owners place. It's ours for the night"

He laid he down on the bed and immediately started crying. He just held her

**********

"Pet, pet"

"Yes?"

"It's time to wake up. Go shower"

"Oh Can't I.."

"NO!" he cut her off.

"Tonight isn't any old night, it's not supposed to be easy. Now I'm very proud of how you did earlier but that doesn't mean you get a free pass. How get your ass in the shower before I flay it."

When she came out he was sitting at the small kitchen table with a stack of paper and a glass of red wine in front of him.

"Sit"

She sat naked across from him.

"Pet. This past two months have been great, I pushed your limits and you responded well each time. You've taken to discipline just as well and I've had a great time but you have to understand that as hard as you thought it might have been it was just a trial.

I would love you to be my slave but if you choose that you have to choose it with your eyes open. I've tried not to coddle you. These last two months, that was vanilla compared to where this goes next.

The few pages of this is a slave contract, it says where I expect of you and what you can expect from me. In short I will keep you safe but will decide everything you do. No more safe words, you have free will only if I allow it.

My lawyers tell me that a slave contact isn't a legal contract but it can be taken as a letter of intent, it's more symbolic, between us.

The rest of this pile though is legally binding. Medical consent, power of attorney, dissolving what little wealth and ownership you have, name change, waving a bunch of rights. et cetera, et cetera.

This is serious."

She though for a moment. "I want to be your slave, total Sir. It would be an honor"

"I'm honored pet but not so fast.

Tonight is a celebration for Me and my guests. But mostly it's a trial to make sure you're up for this. You can have it to stop at any point but if you do, that's it. It's to protect you. If you can't take tonight you can't take the life."

"Yes Sir. Sir?"

"Yes Slave"

"Can we have sex before it all starts"

"No and we need to go"

*************

The chairs and tables had been moved to sides and Their guests were mingling, drinking champagne and chatting when they reentered the room. The lights were a bit dimmer and the atmosphere had changed. He was still wearing his suit, she was wearing nothing but a collar and leash, her hair now tied up.

The crowed took their seats as he lead her to the center of the room to where a table with a twelve inch top had been placed. Taken from the kitchen it was covered in cleaver marks. He let go of the leash, grabbed her at the waist and lifter her kneeling on to the table.

He walked around to the front and took her in for a moment. I want you half way between kneeling up and kneeling down move your knees apart shoulder width, eyes front. She quickly complied.

"How long has it been since I allowed you to come?"

"a week"

WHACK! a crop came down hard on her right thigh. "Try again"

"Ah. ONE WEEK SIR"

"Better. And during that week have you masturbated?"

"YES SIR"

"To completion?"

"No sir. As instructed I edged myself four times per day for the week"

"Show the nice people. As you did during the week"

She knew not to hesitate. She tried not to think about the people watching but it was nearly impossible

She ran her hands up along her sides, fondled her breasts pinching her nipples between her index and middle fingers as she did. Her hips stared to writhe and her lips began to part. The week of frustration overcame her anxiety.

She reached down between her legs an began massaging her pussy. Moaning more and more, her breathing became heavy.

"Tell me where you are?"

"Eight Sir"

"Go for nine point five but don't you dare cum"

"Yes Siiir. Niinnneee"

Some of the guest shifted in their seats.

"Nine point five Sir"

"Don't stop. Don't come"

She kept going her body heaving, arched in front of a audience.

"Sir, I'm don't think I can hold on"

"You will"

Her eye brows ferowed, sweat dripped off her skin.

"STOP! Maintain your position"

He lifted her down onto the same kneeling position on the floor in front of the large table walked over to pick up a beer case, put it between her legs and paced his foot on it.

"Shine my shoe"

She bent over and started rubbing it with her hands

"BACK TO POSITION" he barked like a drill instructor

"Hands behind your head, lock your fingers. Shine my shoe"

Oh, now she got.

She started rubbing he swollen wet pussy up and down on his shoe.

"To nine point five and don't stop until I tell you"

She kept going breathing heavier and heavier. He gestured to the crowd who got up and moved around. Forming a circle around them they took out cameras and phones. Snapping photos of the be-suited man and the naked slut.

"See Franko. The man to my right with the expensive video camera. Look at him, don't look away until I tell you and say 'I'm a horny little slut'"

She turned an looked seeing the circle of cameras and phones as she did until she saw him looking down the lens of a large shoulder mounted camera, brights lights mounted to the top of it.

"i'm a horny little slut. sir i'm going to.." she said sheepishly.

"I told you about whispering"

"Yes sir. I'M A HORNEY LITTLE SLLUUUTTTT. Sir please I'm so close"

"stop" He removed his shoe and walked to the side where he found a glass of champagne and took a sip.

She was sitting on her ankles panting.

Still facing the table with the champagne he removed his tasteful Italian belt. Held the buckle safely in his fist and wrapped the belt around it twice.

"I warned you. BACK TO POSITION!"

Oh shit.

She snapped back up so her legs were at 45 degrees and her fingers were locked behind her head.

"A little room ladies and gents, you may continue to record." He said a charming tone she hadn't heard before.

"I warned you about the whispering, I warned you about the position. Count to twenty"

Twenty? She'd taken three before with the belt. Fuck.

The first one came down on her left thigh. She wabbled a bit and realized holding position wasn't going to be easy but moving wasn't something she wanted to think about.

The second came down on the other thigh. He let her take a breath before the next one came down across both ass cheeks moving her slightly forward shouting "THREE" as it did.

WHACK another in the same spot. "I'll do you a favor. Don't worry about the counting". WHAJESUSMOTHERFUCKINGBITCH! It came down across her buoyant tits, right across the nipples. So much for favors. He drew the belt back and reexamined her.

Down along her left outer tight and ass and in one move spun and delivered another to the opposite side. WHACK-WHACK

She panted  and a tear or two dripped down her face but but she kept her position.

WHACK! Across her stomach. Whack! Across her back just above her ass.

At the front he squinted thinking, kicked the beer case out of the way and commanded.

"Move you knees further apart" Oh God!

She complied.

He crouched and swung, landing on her left inner thigh. She popped up and screamed "FUCK!" snapping back to position.

"I'll let that slide, this time" landing another on landing on the right. She wobbled a bit but kept position.

"Good. How many is that?"

"Eleven Sir" her voice wobbling.

"The last one's going to be a dousey" he whisper into her ear mean singly.

"Morrison, do me a favor and get me a fifth cent coin and some tape"

WHACK! It caught her off guard as belt collided with the top of her right thigh.

"I'm a stickler for symmetry" he said bringing it down on the lift. The crowd chuckled slightly.

"I'll leave them here" a tall platinum blond woman wearing all white answered back"

"thAANNKKSS" he answer swinging the belt straight at her right breast. She wobbled and instinctively put her hand on the ground to steady herself before quickly snapping back into position.

"Lets try that again" He said landing the belt on the same breast. She wobble but maintained position.

"And the other" Then the left breast. She was exhausted, raw and half daises.

"How many is that"

"Sixteen sir"

"Ha! Fifteen"

I brought another down on her stomach.

"Spread you ass cheeks"

"Sir, please" He glared back

"And keep your fingers clear and for your sake maintain position"

he walked behind drew his belt back and CRAACCKK. Landed it dead center "OHCHRIIIISSSSSTTTTTTT" escaped her.

"Good, lets try that again"

"Sir, pleeaassee"

"Shut up" He said dismissively.

And landed it a second time right between the cheeks.

He walked around and picked up the fifty cent piece.

"You know what this is?"

"No Sir" she said looking at the most terrifying coin she had ever seen.

"This is your friend."

He took a piece of tape. Placed it right over her clit. and taped it there.

He drew back. "Sir Sir Please Sir Please".

"Who owns it?"

"YouSirIwouldn'ttellyoubut" WHHHHAAAAAKKKKKKK!!!!! "OHHHHHHMMMMMYYYYYYYYMOTTTHHHHERRRRRFUUCCCCCKKKKIINNNNGGGGGGGG."

He held her in position this time. Tentatively letting go, "You've don't well but you must hold position" She managed to hold the shape.

He smiled an evil little smile. "One more"

"There was only supposed to be one of those but you moved when I hit your tit so now. Well I won't help you this time. Hold that fucking position." He said sticking another piece of tape on the coin shielding her clit.

Her body shook barely staying as he drew back. "TWENNNTYYYY" Landing again in the same spot. She roared a blood curdling roar then shook like a branch in a storm. If they had time the crowd wood have taken bets on whether she could stay in position.

Shocks and after shocks passed through her and eventually subsided she had retained her position. The crowed applauded restraining a cheer. He walked over to his drink, took a sip and kicked the case back between her legs, put is foot on it and said.

"Now the other shoe"

*********************************

He pushed the door of the small but expensively decorated crash pad above the cafe open with his foot carrying her limp body in his muscled arms and gently laid her on the bed.

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a gym bottle.

"Drink this"

She sucked pack about a third of the bottle and asked

"What is it?"

"Mostly water and glucose, you need it. Drunk up."

He stared down at her until she finished drinking and said

“Open the trunk, you'll find four straps with cuff attached. Connect them to the eye bolts on the legs of the bed. And stand at the end of the bed facing it.”

She did as she was told. Opened the an old steamer trunk placed at the end of the bed like a footlocker. The outside was old leather and the inside seemed to be lined with wool fleece. Inside were four straps, four sold brass padlocks and a black ballgag. She took each and found fumbled around under the bed for the sold brass ring hidden under each corner of the bed and connected the clips from the straps laying the rest of the strap neatly on the bed. And took her position standing at the end, legs slightly apart, arms slightly away from her body.

"You're done so well." He said popping open a bottle of balm.

Starting at her ankles he massaged her legs spreading the balm as he went. The little act of tenderness nearly made her cry. He continued up to her thighs.

"Do you know why I was so hard on you?"

"I think so Master."

"Tell me"

"Because you are afraid I can't handle erm, our new life. You want me to quit."

"I want you to be prepared" He moved onto her arms.

"Thank you Sir"

"Erm" He grunted. She just started down the four post bed, at the satin sheets, at the leather straps. It was a small apartment but it felt more like a suite in a elegant Edwardian mansion. Leather, hardwood and gold leaf. Everything looked old but also very sturdy, either antique or made to look antique. She thought about the brass eye hooks under the bed. This apartment was designed for this purpose.

Master started on her back moving down KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Someone banged on the door and Master left.

She heard voices, a woman’s voice coming from the other room.

Then she came in.

"What was the last order your master gave?" Morrison asked.

"erm Master said to stand in this position" She responded.

"Well you'd better stay in that position then." Morrison asked popping the balm.

She spread it on to the palm and fingers of her left hand and put her hand around the slaves neck, not quite massaging, not quite choking. "Remember His order".

She squirted some more onto her hands and started on her shoulders moving down to her breasts.

"LOOK AT ME! Keep your eyes on mine" She commanded as she started massaging her breasts.

She wanted to look away badly.

"Do you like girls?"

"Ma'am. I am. I like men Ma'am"

"Well that should make things more fun. You know you're Master put me in charge of you for the next little while. He wants you to get a little bit of experience"

She punctuated her sentence but squeezing her nipples hard and pushing her knee into her crotch. The slave instinctual popped her ass back moving away from the knee. "Remember His order little cunt".

She stood back up pressing herself shamefuly into her knee. Morrison went into the kitchen for a minute and came back with a glass or wine. "Did he give you the water?"

She said moving onto her stomach. "Yes Ma'am". She moved down to her hips her thumbs moving toward her pussy.

"Do you know what was in it?"

"Ma'am" her voice quivering "I believe it was some kid of glucose drink."

"You're getting quite horny now. Yes water glucose but some other fun stuff too. I didn't really think it would be a problem but we thought if you weren't good and horny all night that it could be a real problem. We wanted you to get the full effect.

So I put a few things in there to keep you frisky. Are you feel frisky now little slut?"

"erm. Yes Ma'am."

Morrison slid two fingers into the slaves pussy, making the slave more and more horny

"You're quite wet. Have you ever tasted a woman?"

"am, n-no Ma'am"

Well here you go. She brought her fingers up to the slaves mouth. "Suck!".

She sucked Morrisons fingers tasting her own juices as Morrisons rubbed her pussy. She couldn't help herself she was getting hotter and hotter. "Get on the bed!"

She quickly did instinctivly spreading her arms and legs to make it easier to attach the straps.

Masters took her time snapping each cuff shut, slowly dragging her finger up along her inner thigh. "Looks like it dried".

Morrison undid her white dress and let it drop relieving a tight white latex basque. She turned around and bent over lowering her latex underwear making sure jennifer received a good luck as she did. "I hope you like what you see, you're about to get a closer look".

Master came back in and started setting up a camera on a tripod.

She walked up, knelt on the side of the bed and swung her legs around so the she was kneeling over her face facing down towards the door.

Master set up the camera, sat back into a comfortable armchair sipping his wine and said.

"Do everything she tells you, everyone's watching"

Spreading her legs a little wider She pressed her pussy onto jennifers closed mouth. "Shh. Just feel the bondage for a moment, I want to pull on those straps, I made them nice and tight".

She expected jennifer to resist more but she just pulled a bit to satisfy her. "Too well trained, shame. Get to work then".

jeniffer sheepishly licked the outside of Morrisons pussy.

Morrison clamped down hard sitting on her face. After half a minute jennifer started panicking pulling at her bonds. Morrison didn't move and just pulled her own nipples biting her lip. After a few more seconds of panic.

"I love the panic honey but it's not going to get you air, eat pussy like you like it."

The slave did as she was told and started sucking and licking.

"That's a goood, little girlie. Get right in there" Masters said as she started groping jenifers breasts roughly. "Do these welts hurt, I bet they do". Lifting up just enough to let jenifer breath. She pushed back down and leaned forward "time for a little reciprocation".

Morrison was an expert, it didn't take long before jenifer was writhing and moaning.

Master sipped took another sip. "I'm sure you noticed the cameras. Isn't it great how the whole world is connected these days... What are you at now honey?"

Masters lifted her hips up for a moment so she could talk. jennifer took a big gulp of air.

"Eight sir"  What were the cameras for?

"Nine and a half honey, don't come." Master responded.

"But I'm going to get at least three out of you" the platinum blonde clamping back down. It didn't take long before masters was rocking in orgasm

"Pllleaaaseee sir. I'm going to cOME" jennifer pleased.

"Honey, I'm proud of what you did today but if you come I'm going to flog you until you pass out."

"It shouldn't be long my little symbian. I'll need to borrow you for a weekend

Oh god thERE WEEEEE  GGOWW"

"Good girl slave. Morrison would you mind hopping off for a minute"

Masters jumped off and went to the kitchen for a drink.

"You might have guessed at this stage Morrison is my partner in crime. She's mainly into dominating guys, you should see her poor husband. I wanted something for us to remember the day.. and well.. that lead to some other ideas and then a friend of ours said he could help out.

So all of this is going online, isn't that nice. Your public show in a restaurant full of people, the lashing, eating out your first girl, which you seem to be an expert at. It's all going up to this site. And we've sent invites to everyone at your college, the places you used to work, your friends, obviously everyone down stairs, we also did a deal with a porn company that will get exclusive rights after those people."

She looked terrified.

"It hasn't gone out yet, the release is in that stack of contracts. If you're going to be my slave you're not going to hide it. Imagine you're old bosses, those bitches that didn't like you at work watching it. What about the guy you had a crush on in college. Oh my god won't that be fun. We can see the stats too.

Anyway You don't have to decide on that for another hour.

MORRISON! I'M GOING DOWN FOR A DRINK I WANT YOU TO KEEP HER ONE STIFF BREIZE FROM CUMMING FOR THE NEXT HOUR. Have fun you too."

He said walking out.

**************

If it wasn't for whatever was in that drink she probably would have passed out. Morrison walked through the door into the restaurant first.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. The guests of honor"

The crowed cheered. As the slavegirl entered followed by Master. At the top of the room was looked like an Edwardian gynecological chair covered in straps. Sitting with two small tables on a small stage. The slavegirl wasn't even shocked anymore.

Master took her into the middle of the stage and faced her.

"jennifer. You have been everything I wanted in a slave. Submissive and obedient. You have never even asked my name. You have taken tonights events in your stride but if you choose to be my full time slave you gain me as your Master but lose everything else.

You will give up your possessions, your name, your free will. You will have no right to privacy or to decide anything about your life. Everything will be at my discretion.

Do you consent for now and eternally to be my slave. Totally and without resistance."

She took a breath holding back tears and answered.

"Yes Master. I am yours". Master grabbed her by the ass and kissed her deeply.

He smiled and pulled her over to the podium. Locked her neck, ankles and wrists onto it and slapped her ass in excitement. Someone moved one of the cameras so it right in front of her face as Master released his cock. "Thank them" he whispered into her ear as he plunged into her.

He grabbed her hair pulling her head up until she was staring directly into the camera "Th-hank yOUU".

"More detail slave." He said thrusting, the crowd staring back. "Start with Reynolds college".

She swallowed hard "thank you Reynolds college".

"Come on slut louder".

"THANK YOU RENOLDS COLLEGE.

THANK YOU FREMONT FINANCES" She screamed locking eyes with the camera as Master fucked her roughly.

"Tell the nice people where you are"

"THANK YOU MILES BISTRO. I'M AT AN EIGHT"

"What do you think of your bosses, your teachers watching this. Answer honestly."

"SiiiRRR. IT scares the shit out of m'Mee. Nine Sir"

"There's more. What else."

"It escITes me Sir, iiiT MAKes me h-honery Sir.. wet and scared Sir. I want to obEY S'Sir.

She knew what he was looking for and so she gave it to him. It was all true but there was no more holding back. If she was going to be his slut, obedient and owned what was the point of avoiding it.

Nine and AHHHH half. Sir"

He handed her hair over to his left hand. Then slapped her ass with his right. "Thank you Sir." She said staring directly into the camera. She thought about old bosses, girls who bullied her in college. She thought Master would want her to think about them. She got hotter. "Nine.. point... Ahh nine Sir". She didn't ask any more, it hadn't helped before.

Master took his thumb and shoved it up her ass.

"Sir, I'm Sir, I'm.."

"Don't you fucking dare."

She started taking panicky deep breaths held herself away from the edge. After five more minutes of thrusting. He said "Keep your eyes locked on the camera. You may come."

"Thaannnkkkkkkkkk YYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU SSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR"

Master grunted a moment later and came inside her. The crowd took a moment and then applauded as Master pulled out. Morrison decided with the night that was in it to reprise old role as a sub and dropped to her knees, and took Masters cook in her mouth sucking the fluids off of it, she then did the same with the slavegirl.

Master went to get a drink. "Unlock her would you and start her on the contracts."

When he came back the slavegirl was seated next to the small table half way through the papers. It was a large stack but she was intentionally going as fast as she could without reading flicking through to the little tabs that told her where to sign. She looked up and smiled.

When she had finished. Morrison walked her over to the gynecological chair. She sat back, half sitting, half lying and let Morrison put her legs into the stirrups. She tied straps around her legs, torso and neck and cuffed her wrists behind the chair. Then took a plastic plate for her to bite on and put it into here mouth saying.

"I'm not going to lie this is going to hurt like a motherfucker. I'll try to make it quick"

She picked up a long hollow needle and a forceps. She clamped the forceps down on her clit and before she could fully process what was going in pushed it through her clitoris.

"OWWWW MOTHER FUCKING JEEE-SSSSSUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

Morrison withdrew the needle and pushed a ring through after it.

"That was the worst one. Sorry honey it's a lot in one night but we didn't want a half asses transition. When you wake up your going to wake up as a slave." Masters said picking up another needle. She clamped her nipple and pushed the needle through, then quickly did the other one. Going quickly was Morrisons version of mercy.

"One more".

She took another clamp, pinched the inside of her nose with it and took a needle.

"You're master thought it would be humiliating to connect a cowbell. And what he wants." She pushed the needle though and connected a thicker ring with a small bell at the end.

Masters unlocked the straps and walked her out of the room and up the stairs.

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Twenty minutes later Morrison walked back through the door followed by the slavegirl. She was cleaned up, Her brown her tied up high, wearing a tight white latex corset, white ankle cuffs that were locked with small but tough brass padlocks connected to six inch heals, also locked on. Her hands were bound behind her back hand wrist to elbow with a leather sleeve wrapped and locked around her forearms. Her nose jingled as she walked to the center of the stages. Master sensing his que put down his glass and returned to the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to thank you all again for all your help tonight. As soon as my pet her signed herself away our night here went live. You're famous slut. Four million people have seen you being humiliated, whipped, pierced and eating pussy. Among them, Amy Roche, She really didn't like you huh, your creepy boss from the cafe. Anyway there's plenty of time for that.

We're changing your name to simple 'slave'. You're bank accounts are gone and we're moving to another country, the plane is leaving tonight, the limo will be here soon. So just one or two things to deal with."

Masters handed him an enameled white chastity belt and he pushed into the poor slavegirls pelvis.

"We'll have to get some devious insert for that but your pussy has been through enough tonight"

He pulled the back of the chastity device up between her legs, it was about was a couple of inches wide but widened for a hole around her anus. He locked it in place and hung the key around his neck on a chain.

Morrisons handed him a high, thick enameled white collar, that was lined with fur. He took it pushing one half against her throat and swung the back closed and locked the built in lock. Hanging that key from the same chain around his neck.

He then took a chain leash with a matching white leather handle and clipped it on.

"Just enough time for an encore. Look your college lecturers are watching" He said looking at an app on his phone. "Down on the podium, eyes front and spread your legs. And honey don't you fucking move." She quickly did as she was told. "Now I want you too look straight into the camera and repeat 'only good girls get lube'.