What Sara Needs

By

MasterBlue

Chapter  1

Sara slowly opened her big, round, crystal-blue eyes; then, brushed back her long, blond hair from her face with a lazy right hand.  Slowly, she stretched her arms over her head, feeling the hard wooden headboard in her soft hands.  She grabbed the cold wrought iron that highlighted the headboard, pulling at the metal as she arched and stretched her back.  “Mmmmm, time to get up and start my day,” she said out loud to no one in particular.  She was alone.  She had been alone for over two years now, ever since her husband had left her and her fourteen-year–old daughter Debbie.   It had taken months to understand why he no longer wanted to be married, even longer to get over it, but over it she was, and has been for some time now.  It was Saturday, and the one year anniversary of her divorce becoming final.  This dawned on her as she was holding onto the headboard, and she suddenly weakened and let it go.  She sighed heavily.  “Has it really been that long?” she thought.  She realized it had been well over two years since she had sex with a man.  Again she sighed.  “If it wasn’t for my vibrator I wouldn’t have had any release at all in all this time.  Thank God for batteries.”  A girlish giggle escaped her full lips.  “In fact…,”she thought.  Sara reached over to the night table and opened the drawer.  She reached in, feeling around for her only toy.  Once she felt the plastic, she wrapped her hand around it and brought it out.  She brought it to her lips and kissed the tip, then licking it around and around as she liked to do when she would suck her husband’s cock.  She remembered how she loved the way his cock felt and tasted, how hot it would feel in her hands and in her mouth.  She could feel herself starting to heat up.  At first, it was a little tickle and then an itch between her legs.   It was only moments before she was wet.  “My God,” she thought.  “I need a man so badly.”  Slowly, she turned on the vibrator to a low setting, and moved it downward toward her warm body.  She rubbed it against her left tit, letting it send waves through her.  It rested there only a few seconds until Sara found her sensitive nipple.  “Oh fuck, that feels good.”  She was not used to saying such things.  She had been raised to be a good girl.  In fact she still was. 

She worked and took care of her daughter, and barely went out.  When she did, it was with her girlfriends, and they just went out to dinner, the movies or for coffee.  One night they went to see some stand up comedians in a comedy club, but they had left early because a few of the acts were too dirty.  They talked about sex, and that embarrassed Sara.  Good girls don’t discuss sex in public.  When one of comedians started picking on audience members, and singled out Sara, she almost died of embarrassment.  He kept asking her about what she liked to do in bed.   Of course, she wouldn’t answer, so he jokingly started suggesting things, dirty things, to her.   Did she suck cock?  Did she swallow?  How many times did she take it up the ass?  The jokes he made at her expense made the audience laugh, but these questions made her blush deeply.  She wouldn’t answer, nor could she move.  She was frozen in her chair, and he went on.  Did she like to be tied?  Spanked?  Did she dress up and role play for her man?  Finally, she and her friends had had enough.  One of the girls said they should leave, and got up to go.  The others followed, but Sara stayed frozen until one of them reached out and took her by the arm.  Sara snapped out of the momentary trance she was in and got up.  Her friend held her arm firmly as she led her to the door. 

When they got back to their cars in the lot, they said their goodbyes and all got in their cars.  Soon the others were pulling out of the lot.  Sara remained there and made a cell phone call to her daughter to see if she was ok.  She was and asked when Sara would be home.  Sara barely answered, “Soon,” said her goodbye and ended the call.  She sat there and thought about that last comedian and how humiliated she was.  She felt something she could not remember feeling  before, deep down within her.  It came up so quickly that she couldn’t stop it from happening.  She let out a sob and the tears started to flow.   She cried for a minute or two until she realized that her eyes were not the only thing that was wet.  Yes, she was wet between her legs as well.   She was shocked by this realization.  Could she be turned on by what had happened to her in the club?  It couldn’t be possible she thought, but she couldn’t deny she was excited.  A wicked thought suddenly crossed her mind.  Sara looked around and saw that no one was in the lot at the moment.  She decided to feed the hunger right then and there.  She reached down and slid her hand into the waistband of her slacks, then into her panties, which were swamped with her juices.  She found her slit and started to finger herself.  Soon she was on fire and couldn’t have stopped if her life depended on it.  Her orgasm was approaching quickly, and the windows were fogging up even faster.  Just as she was about to cum she heard it.  She turned her head and there he was, the comedian who had humiliated her, staring at her while she masturbated wildly.   Their eyes met and he grinned widely.  At the same moment, she came, and came hard.  So hard, in fact, that she could not move for a minute or two.  He was still there watching, his eyes upon her.  She felt those eyes bore right into her pussy, right into her soul.  She was bound to those eyes and could not turn away.  They made her orgasm a second time.  She had never done that before. 

When it was over she suddenly realized what she was doing and where she was.  Sara jumped up and pulled her hand out of her pants, and quickly turned the key in the ignition.  She dropped the shifter into drive and hit the gas.  She didn’t turn back, but she could over hear his laughter and his fading words.  “I knew you were a fuckin’ slut.  I can always tell.  Come back anytime you need some more humiliation, bitch.  If you beg nicely, I’ll fuck the shit out of you.”  Sara never went back. 

As she felt her nipple harden, Sara thought about how nice it would be to have a man in her life.  It would be nice to have a man to hold her and support her emotionally, someone to eat meals with and to wake up with in the morning…especially after a night of satisfying sex.  Sara moved the vibrator to the other nipple and it hardened quickly.  Sara saw herself on her back with a big, strong, handsome man on top of her.  He was pumping away at her pussy, mixing in gentle and hard strokes.  Slowly, the vibrator found its way to her gushing twat.  As it was mimicking the dream lover’s strokes, Sara started to feel her orgasm build.  Soon all of the strokes were hard and deep.  Her other hand found her clit and she started strumming it with abandon.  She was almost there, but for some reason couldn’t go over the top.  She tried and tried for fifteen minutes, then a half an hour, but to no avail.  Her fantasy lover started to get angry with her.  “Cum for me, bitch,” he commanded.  “Do it now.”  Sara could not cum.  Her right hand became a blur as it pumped her soupy cunt, but nothing happened.  She was getting tired and felt real pain in her arm now, but she didn’t stop.  She needed to cum and wasn’t going to be denied.  But what was she going to do?  How was she going to get off?  What would it take?  She thought and thought.  She remembered the incident at the comedy club.  It brought her closer.  Her lover had her now on all fours and was pumping her for all she was worth.  In her mind she could see herself, like a dog being rammed over and over again.  Now he was holding her hair in his tight fist, pulling backwards so her back was arched and her firm, white, C cup tits with their large, pink, nipples were standing out from her chest.  She felt it now.  It was oh so close.  In her mind she did something she never would let herself do in real life.  She let go, and out of her own mouth it came.  “Hit me,” she whispered.  “Please hit my ass, Master,” she said just loud enough to be heard.  In her fantasy he did.  His hand came down hard on her ass making a slapping sound so loud that it hurt Sara’s ears.  She said it again, louder this time.  Again, he hit her, and again.  She begged out loud for it now.  She saw herself being spanked, felt the big, hard cock of her Master pounding in and out of her slutty cunt and she came.  Sara came like never before.  She lost control of herself and was flopping around on her bed.  She twitched like that for several seconds before calming down enough to regain control of herself.  She quickly realized that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her secretions. 

It took a few minutes, but Sara eventually got up and stripped the bed.  She jumped into a shower and was soon in her kitchen drinking coffee and eating a light breakfast.  She sat there lazily thinking about her orgasm with a smile on her beautiful face.  It was among the best she ever had, but what had brought it on?  She remembered the handsome man and her vibrator.  It took a minute or two before she would let herself remember everything else, but when she did she was suddenly embarrassed again.  As she sipped her coffee she became aware of the wetness in her panties again.  “It was all that kinky shit,” she thought, “That’s what made me cum so hard.  Oh my God!  I came seeing myself being abused.  What the hell is wrong with me?”

Just as she was about to analyze the incident, Debbie came strolling into the kitchen and sat down at the table.  Debbie was a carbon copy of her mother, with longer golden blond hair that flowed down her young back.  She was five feet, three inches, just like her mother, with the same crystal-blue eyes.  Her breasts were a bit smaller than her mom’s C cup, but she was just shy of 16.  Debbie figured hers would be as big as her mom’s sooner or later.  Debbie’s ass was smaller, but perfectly shaped for a young high school girl.  It was athletic and well-toned, just like her mom’s was, even if Sara’s was a bit rounder.  They had the same perfect, pale, skin as well.  “Mom, what’s for breakfast?” asked the young girl. 

“Well, let’s see what I have,” Sara responded as she got up and busied herself with her daughter’s needs. They sat together and ate chatting away like two sisters rather than mother and daughter.  In the two years since being left alone, the two had become much closer as they became more dependent on each other.  As they chatted away, the topic turned to boys.  Sara asked her gorgeous daughter if she was interested in any of the boys at school.  Debbie giggled, and said a few, but nothing was happening with anyone at the moment.  Then Debbie looked at her mother and got an evil look on her face. 

“How about you, Mom, any men in your life?”

Sara sighed a heavy sigh and said, “Unfortunately, no.” 

“Really, Mom?” she questioned.  “It sounded like you were in ecstasy earlier this morning.  I could hear you from my room.  Sara instantly flushed with embarrassment.

“Debbie!  How could you?  I’m so embarrassed!”

“Don’t sweat it, Mom.  It’s ok.  You deserve some fun.  It’s been a long time since Dad left, and you hardly go out.  I think it’s time for you to go out again and start looking for another man, one who will give you the things Dad didn’t.  Maybe you can find that master guy who made you cum so hard.

“Debbie!”

“Ah come on, Mom.  It’s ok if that’s what you like. Just go out and find a man or master or whatever.  I just want you to be happy.  You deserve it.

“Thank you, but that was just a fantasy.  I would never be into such things.”

“Whatever, Mom, but after what I heard, I think you would be, and, if that’s what does it for you, then you should go for it.

Sara thought about it while they finished breakfast.  She saw herself tied to her bed, a shadowy figure standing over her, whip in hand.  She was instantly wet.  She was scared of what she saw and put it out of her mind.  She would not, could not, accept that she liked that which no good girl would ever like.  Only a disgusting, self loathing, slut would like such things. Nothing more was said.  After a time, Debbie was finished and on her way and Sara was washing dishes.

Chapter 2

When Sara came home from her job she had found the note on the kitchen table.  It was from Debbie addressed to her.  Notes were common between them, as they often communicated this way.  However, it was odd for Debbie to leave such a note.  Sara read it while eating over the sink.

       Mom,

I’m sorry that I embarrassed you the other day.  I didn’t mean to, really.  It’s just that you’ve been so unhappy since Dad left us.  You are a good person and a good mom.  I know you have needs as a woman and that you haven’t done anything to take care of those needs.  I realize how hard it is for you to admit it to yourself or to me.  That’s why I’m writing this note.  I don’t want you to feel embarrassed.  I figure it would be easier for you if you read this instead of having to hear it from me while looking me in the eye.   Mom, you need to get back out there and meet new people.  You need a man in your life.  So, I’m giving you some dating websites to check out.  It’s the hottest way these days to hook up with guys.  Check them out.

                                               Love,

                                               Debbie

Included at the bottom of the note was a short list of some well-known, and some not so well known, websites.  Sara thought that Debbie had done her homework here.   Still, she was not sure if she could do this.  She folded the note and put it in her pocket.  The angelic mother went about her business and almost forgot about the note.  It was after dinner when Debbie was in her room and on her computer when Sara remembered the note and approached her daughter’s door.  She knocked softly and waited for a response.  None came.  She knocked again but did not get the response she was waiting for.  Uncharacteristically, Sara decided to go in uninvited, so she just turned the doorknob and pushed.  She was met with a sight she was not ready for.  Debbie was sitting with her back towards the door at her desk in front of her desktop computer with her legs up on the desk on either side of it.  She was naked from the waist down and had her hand in between her legs.  On the screen there was a porn scene playing out.  Sara could see it clearly, two young people having hot, passionate sex, moaning and groaning as they did so.  Neither, seemed to have a care in the world.  Debbie had headphones on, obviously listening to her ipod as she masturbated freely.  Sara could see her hand moving in and around her tight teenaged pussy.  The smell of her daughter’s passion hit her nose and something clicked on in her brain.  She knew she needed to find a lover.  She could not put it off anymore.  It was time.   Sara backed out of her daughter’s room and, as quietly as she could, closed the door.  She went back to her own room and waited for her daughter to finish her pleasure.  When she heard movement in her room, Sara once again knocked on the closed door.  This time, she got the desired response and was welcomed into her daughter’s sanctuary.  She could still smell Debbie’s scent, but she pretended not to notice.  “Sweetie, I got your note today and was wondering if you could help explore these websites.”

“Sure Mom.  Grab a chair and let’s get started.”  Sara sat down next to her daughter where just minutes ago she was playing with her virgin cunt.  She couldn’t get the image out of her mind.  Soon she would lose that virginity and be the object of lust for so many boys.  Sara wished that it could be her.  She was lost in her daydream when she realized that Debbie was talking to her.  “You see, you have to set up a profile and then just wait to be contacted.  No personal info is given out, so it’s safe and secure.  The best bet is to put your profile on several sites to maximize your exposure.”

Sara was a bit confused, and told her daughter that she was.  Debbie suggested that she make up her Mom’s profile and then let her Mom approve it before submitting it.  Because of her embarrassment, Sara readily agreed.  She got up and started toward the door.  “I’ll work on it tonight and let you see it tomorrow, Mom”

“Okay, dear.  I guess you know about this stuff, so I’ll have to trust you.”

“Don’t worry about it.  I’ll have you dating within a week.”

“Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Mom.”

Sara went to her room and prepared for bed.  She could hear Debbie typing away for awhile.  When she got into bed and turned out the light, visions of fabulously handsome men came to her as she started to fall asleep.  But something was wrong.  Each man she envisioned started out nice and polite, but would grab her and throw her down, hit her across the face, rip her clothes off of her body or just ram his hard cock into her without regard for her pleasure.  But pleasure was not the problem for Sara.  She loved what they did to her.  The rougher they were, the more she liked it.  The problem was admitting and accepting it, and letting herself go.  She fought the desire to do just that, and in her deepening dreams she fought them.  It was a rough night for her.  Her dreams were the most disturbing she has ever had.  In the morning she awoke in a sweat and the sheets all disheveled.  She remembered very little.

When Debbie came down to breakfast she sat down at the table and poured herself a bowl of cold cereal.  She looked at her Mom and could easily tell that Mom had a rough night.  Sara was once again lost in a daydream.  Debbie thought to herself, “She really needs a man in her life.  I’ve got to help her find a guy fast.  If she doesn’t get laid soon, she is going to lose it big time.”  She said to Sara, “Mom, I finished your profile.  You should take a look at it before you go to work today.   Let me know if you like it, or want me to change anything.  I added some pictures too.  You know the ones from our last vacation?

“Which ones, Honey?”

“I picked the one of you in the blue sun dress and a couple of ones in your bikini.”

“Oh no!  You can’t use those shots!  They show too much.”

“Not at all, Mom.  You look great in that suit and if you want guys to contact you, you have to advertize what you’ve got. “

No, honey.  I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

Okay, okay.  Just take a look at the profile and I’ll change the pictures later.  Leave me a note about what you want to change.  Debbie looked at the clock on the wall.  “Oh no, I’m late.  I’ve got to run.  Bye, Mom.”  And she was off and running for the school bus before Sara could say another word.

After Sara had cleaned up and gone upstairs to prepare for her day, she couldn’t help it.  She was once again playing with herself, this time in the shower.  She closed her eyes as the hot water poured over her hot body, her fingers roughly pulling and twisting her rock-hard nipples.  The jets of water felt like needles pricking her skin.  In the darkness of her closed eyes she saw a man, big and strong, approach her.  He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees before him.  In the shower, Sara descended slowly and easily, which surprised her.  When she was on her knees before this powerful man, she looked up into the darkness that covered his face.  “What do you want of me?” came out of her mouth.

“I want you to submit.  I want you to obey.  I want you to scream.  I will own you,” the answer came from the mysterious stranger.

“I can’t.  I’m a good girl.”

“No!  You are a slut, a whore.  You will be my bitch-cunt.  I will make you mine and you will accept it.  You will give me everything,” he spat out at her in a booming voice.

“But what if I refuse?  What if I don’t want this?”

He laughed at her.  It was a deep, throaty laugh full of confidence.  “You won’t refuse.”

“Why?  How do you know?”  Sara was practically in tears now.  She was aware of the pain in her head from where he tightly held her hair, and the pain in her skin from the needles of hot water hitting her.

“You won’t refuse because it is what want you truly want.”  She again heard his thunderous laughter drumming in her head.

She screamed, “No!  It’s not true!  It can’t be true!  It can’t be!  I’m not like that, Master.  I’m not a slut.  I’m not a slave!  I’m not…”  His echoing laughter was fading away.   “Master?  Are you there?”  When she realized he was gone, she opened her eyes.  She was weak and shaking like a leaf in a violent wind.  She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing her towel as she did.  She quickly dried off and went back into her bedroom.  Looking at the clock radio, she saw that she was already late and thought, “You stupid bitch.  You made yourself late.  What a dumb cunt you are.  You should be punished for this.  Too bad that master wasn’t real.  I’ll bet he would have made you suffer properly,” she thought.  “Yes he would, and I should be punished.  But how?”  Sara thought about it for only a moment and then she knew.   She walked out of her bedroom to the laundry room.  There she found a bag of clothes pins.  She took one and pinched it open.  She placed the tip of her finger in it and let it close, slowly increasing the pressure until her fingers were completely  off of the end of the pin.  It wasn’t too bad she thought.  She took the pin off her finger and placed it over her erect nipple.  Again she let the spring out until she felt the pain start.  She squeezed the pin open again and breathed deeply.  “Oh shit.  That hurt.”  She thought about it for a second, “Of course it hurt, you cunt.  It’s supposed to hurt.  You are being punished.  You deserve the pain, don’t you?   Yes, I guess I do.”  She carefully replaced the pin on her nipple, and released the spring once more.  This time she didn’t take it off.  It hurt badly, but she took the pain like a good bitch should.  She reached for another one and placed it on her other nipple.  Again the pain hit her, but she took it because it was what her Master would want her to do, if she had a Master, she thought.  Once again she reached out and took a small handful of clothes pins.  Her cunt lips were next.  She placed three on each lip. The pain was incredible. There was just one left in her shaky hand.  Sara knew what she had to do.  She was just a piece of fuck meat now, a dumb bimbo bitch suffering for her Master’s pleasure.  She was ready for it now.  This is what she wanted, what she needed to feel alive and desirable.  It didn’t make sense to her.  She was never like this before.  She didn’t even know where this was coming from, but she knew this was her calling.  She was meant to be a slave to a strong, cruel and strict master.  Why else would she be seconds away from a powerful orgasm while she tortured herself?  Why else would she dream of such things night after night?  Now, another threshold had been crossed.   She could finally admit to herself that she has been dreaming such dreams for a very long time, even during her marriage.  Sara  placed the final pin over her most delicate bud.  She let the spring go suddenly, and the pain ripped through her like nothing she ever felt before.  It tore an ear piercing scream from her throat, and she dropped to her knees, but she left it there.  She knew she must accept it, must accept it all now.  This was what was in store for her.  This was her destiny.  This is what she wanted and needed.  Once she crossed the threshold of acceptance, she couldn’t hold back anymore.  Her orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave.  It lasted for only a minute, but it was deep and intense and satisfying.

Sara got onto all fours and crawled back into her bedroom.  She couldn’t walk because the pain was too much for her.  She looked at herself in the mirror and was struck by what she saw.  There before her was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.  There she was, a stunningly beautiful, blond woman in severe pain…and yet, on her face was the most peaceful look she could imagine.  Yes, there were tears in her eyes, but also something else.  What was it?  She thought about it for what seemed like forever and then it hit her like the pain she felt when she clamped her clit.  It was deep lust; lust for pain; lust for orgasms; lust for a man that would take possession of her and her life and give her all that she now dreamed of.  Now she just had to find such a man.

Sara removed the pins and felt new pain as the blood returned.  She cried deeply, but soon the pain and her tears faded away.  She regained composure and got up off of the floor.  She washed her face, dressed herself for work and left to start her day.  Just before she left the house she remembered her profile that Debbie wanted her to look over, but she was already so late.  She quickly wrote her daughter a note.

       Deb,

I didn’t have time to look at the profile, but I thought about the pictures and realized that you    were right about them.  It’s okay to use them.  I trust you, so go ahead and post the whole profile.  We can always change things later.

Love,                                                                                                                                   Mom

Chapter 3

When Sara got home from work that evening, Debbie was in the living room watching television.  It was one of those Hollywood gossip shows that were so popular and required no thinking.  Sara sat down on the love seat and started chatting with her sweet daughter about each other’s day.  Within a few minutes, Sara went into the kitchen to start dinner.  Debbie followed her in and offered to help.  They continued to chat innocently until Debbie brought up her Mom’s profile.

“Mom, I got your note when I got home from school and I posted the profile on several sites.  I had to use your credit card number for some of them.  I hope that’s okay.”

“Yes, I guess so.   How many sites did you put me on?”

“Just a few.  Some free ones and three pay sites.  I paid for one month on each site.  If you don’t like them, you can cancel, but if you do like them, you can buy longer memberships.”

  I guess I have to pay for the privilege of being selected by men.”

“Don’t think of it like that.  Everyone is doing it these days.  I’ll bet you already have emails from lots of guys.”

Sara laughed at the thought of it.  “We can check after dinner.”

When dinner was over and the kitchen all cleaned up the two girls went up to Debbie’s room and logged onto the first pay site.  It was one of the most popular sites known all over the world.  Very quickly, Sara found her mailbox filled with several emails.  Most were rather dull and boring, or rude and disgusting, but a few seemed interesting.  She checked out the profiles and eliminated most of the guys based on their pictures or interests.  She had narrowed it down to two or three and, with Debbie’s help responded to them.  On the second site it went pretty much the same way, with only three guys making the cut.  The third site was a much different story.  When Debbie navigated to it Sara gasped.

“Oh my God, Debbie!  What is this site?”

“It’s an adults-only site that caters to people who are into BDSM, Mom.”  After what I overheard the other day, I figured you needed to be on this site too.  Maybe you can find that Master guy you were fantasizing about.”

“I can’t believe you did this.  What if I meet some pervert or crazy person?”  I could get raped or worse.”

“That could happen on any site, or even if you went to a bar, or dated someone from work.  C’mon Mom, give it a try.  Maybe your Master has already contacted you.”  Sara starred at the screen and started to look over the site.  She saw that most of the people seemed pretty normal and just wanted to meet someone who was into the fantasy.  But others seem to want more than that.  They were looking for Master-slave relationships.  She started to feel the tingle between her legs again.  Her nipples were getting hard under her blouse.  She bravely opened her mailbox and found emails from several  men, and a couple from women too.  Those shocked her, so she sent quick refusals.  After reading the men’s emails, it was easy to eliminate almost all of them.  Only one was worthy of her response.  His profile made him seem normal enough, considering he was looking for a submissive to train, who he was hoping to turn into a full time slave, and his pictures showed him to be very handsome and well built.  He even lived in the area, only one town over.  It was about a half an hour’s ride.  Sara didn’t answer his email right then and there.  She wanted to think about it.  After all, this was a big and dangerous step. 

Later that evening, Sara found herself on her laptop while on her bed.  Debbie had gone to sleep about an hour ago.  First she had responded to the emails on the vanilla dating sites.  After the second round of emails, she narrowed it down again to only two from each site.  She would make arrangements to meet both men within a week or two, after enough emails and a couple of phone calls.  When she returned to the “other” site she found herself sitting there in a cold sweat.  She remembered her morning fantasy session and decided to go for it.  It only took a few minutes.  She hit send and then suddenly turned off the computer.  When she finally fell asleep, she dreamed disturbing dreams, only the mystery man who had no face that morning, now had a face, the face of the man she had last emailed.

She was lying in her bed in a white lacey baby-doll nighty and nothing else.   She couldn’t move and didn’t seem to understand why, and then she saw him.  He was naked from the waist up and wearing black leather pants.  In his hand he carried a riding crop.  Sara was suddenly afraid, and tried to move her arms and legs.  Now she realized why she couldn’t move.  She was tied to the four corners of the bed.  She looked into his face and saw his power.  His eyes burned into her, commanded her without saying a word.  She knew what was coming next.  “Yes, Sir.  I understand.  May I scream for you, Master?  He didn’t answer her.  He didn’t need to.  She knew what was expected of her.  When the crop came down onto her thigh for the first blow, Sara was stunned by the blow.  The pain came on her slowly, like heat building up, but she screamed when it peaked.  The second blow hit her other thigh to the same effect.  She knew it was going to be a long session.

In the morning Sara got out of bed and went to the bathroom.  She striped off her sweat soaked pajamas and sat down on the toilet.  While she relieved the pressure in her bladder, she tried to remember her dreams from last night, but she was having trouble doing so. “I can’t remember most of it,” she thought, “I know I was being beaten and fucked by my Master.  He thrashed me good, then gave  it to me hard.  Mmmmmmm….I have to find a man to do these things to me.”  At the same moment these words came out of her mouth she realized what she was saying.  “What the hell am I saying?  Am I out of my mind?  No one in their right mind would want this.  I’m going to find a nice, normal guy who will treat me well and love me.  I’m going to forget all about this S&M stuff and date only nice guys.”  She left the bathroom and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Debbie was already there eating her microwave waffles when Sara came in and sat down.  “Good morning, Mom.”

“Good morning, Sweetie.  How did you sleep?”

Fine, but not as well as you.  I heard you screaming out loud several times.”

“What did I say?”

Debbie paused for a moment as she looked into her mom’s face before she answered.  “You were calling out to your Master, begging him to beat you harder, to make it hurt because that’s what a dumb, cunt like you deserves.”  Debbie paused to let the words sink into her mother’s mind.  There was more.  Do you want to hear the rest?

Sara was horrified, but something inside her needed to hear the rest.  She tried to find the strength to say no, but all the strength she had up in her bathroom when she decided to forget all this eluded her now.  She was compelled to hear it, even though hearing it would destroy her resolve, making it impossible to forget these yearnings.  She knew she could not hold back the flood much longer, so she rationalized that she should not waste the energy to fight it.  She sighed and gave in.  “Yes, tell me the rest, all of it.”

You swore that you would be his slave and serve him forever, and that you were his to beat and fuck anytime he wanted.  You said you would turn over everything you owned to him, that you should own  nothing.  You begged him to pierce your nipples and cunt and to have his mark tattooed onto your ass.”  Sara just sat there with her mouth hanging open.  She couldn’t talk.  She was too numb.    It was bad enough that she had dreamed this horror, but that her innocent daughter should overhear what she said was too much for her.   “Mom, there was one more thing that you said.”  Their eyes met and Sara could see the fear in her daughter’s eyes.  She knew that this last thing would be the worst thing imaginable, but she had to hear it.  She had to know how depraved her dreams were, how depraved she really was.  How far would she go to satisfy this, this…obsession?   She held her breathe and slowly nodded.  “You said, ‘Take my daughter.  She is my gift to you.  Beat and use her as you would me.  Make her your slave too.  Put collars and leashes on us like the bitch-dogs we are.”  Both of them turned white as ghosts.

Sara broke the silence first.  “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry, baby.  I don’t know where this came from.  I don’t understand why I’m dreaming these things.  I’m not like that, I swear.  I would never do that to you.  I will always protect you.  I will never let anyone hurt you.”  The tears forced  their way out of her eyes.  Soon she was sobbing out her guilt and humiliation.  Debbie could see that her mom was sincere and felt her humiliation.  She pitied her now.

“It’s okay, Mom.  I know.  I know.  It was only a dream, just a sick dream.  You’ve always taken care of me.”  She reached out and hugged her mother tightly.  They stayed like that for a time until Sara had cried out her shame and started to feel better.  “Mom, I think we should find you a good man fast, before you sell us both into slavery.”  They both laughed and the tension in the air evaporated.  “C’mon Mom, let’s check your emails.

Chapter 4

Sara opened the front door and stepped inside.  She had just returned home from her ninth date in the last six weeks.  The men were all very nice.  One of them was even very handsome, but something was missing while she was out with them.  They treated her well enough, showing the proper respect.  They took her to nice restaurants, dancing and to the movies.  One took her to the opera and to a museum.  It was all fun.  She even had sex with two of them.  They were good lovers, or at least it seemed so, maybe because it had been so long since she had a stiff cock inside her, but orgasms weren’t very intense or satisfying.  She thought she was holding back, but she wasn’t sure.  It just didn’t feel right to her.  She just couldn’t put her finger on it, but it reminded her of sex with her husband.  All of the men had called her for a second date, or a third, and after eliminating two more of them, she did go out with the remaining guys.  Both were sweet and gentle with her, thinking they had found a delicate princess to cherish.  After all, she did look and act the part when she was with them.  They were generous with their money and their affections, but the more they did for her, the less she responded to them.  They just didn’t do it for her.  It wasn’t long before she had said her final goodbyes to the last of them. 

All during this time she had been chatting with the one man from the “other“ site.  He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to meet her.  They exchanged emails and IMs several nights a week for the six weeks she had been online.  It seemed in him she found a friend.  Matt was easy to talk to and she found herself chatting about just about every topic imaginable.  They often talked about sex, and she too easily revealed her beliefs on what the roles of men and women should be in a relationship.  He questioned her boldly, and she tried to hold her own when they disagreed, but she quickly backed down when he became insistent and forceful.  The more she chatted with him, the more she desired to meet him.  She even offered to do so on a couple of occasions, but he said that “She wasn’t ready for that yet.”  That intrigued her even more, but she was patient, because she figured he would decide when the time was right.  That excited her too; she realized he was taking control of the relationship even before they met, and  it drove her so crazy that she had to masturbate after every time they communicated.  After the fifth time doing so, she admitted it to him online.  He surprised her when he told her she would have to be punished for such behavior without permission.  Sara responded with an enthusiastic, “Yes Sir,” and came instantly.  It was the first time she had called him Sir, but she knew immediately that it felt right.  This man deserved her respect.  She knew what her role would be in this relationship.  During their conversations he had suggested some story sites for her to start learning what the lifestyle was all about, and once Sara started she read voraciously, often imagining herself as the heroine in each story.

About a week and a half after she had brushed off the last of the vanilla suitors, she was online with Matt chatting away.  They were discussing what each other wanted in a relationship.  Matt explained to her that he needed a naturally submissive woman who would accept that role and be happy in it.  She told him that she understood that and after years of vanilla living was ready for that kind of relationship.  She wanted and needed a man to take control of her sexually.  He asked if she wanted that outside of the bedroom as well.  She paused, not really sure.  Sara’s fantasies were always confined to sex.  It never occurred to her that she would want to live as a slave 24/7.  Her answer to him was honest. “I’m not sure, Sir.  I’ve never thought about it.  How would my life be different than it is now?”

“It would be more traditional, the way men and women have lived for thousands of years before the 20th century.  You would take care of the house and your daughter, and take care of all my needs.  I would keep and protect you.  I would be the Master of the house, making all of the decisions for you and your daughter.  You would obey me in all things,” after a pause he continued, “Think about, and answer these four questions.  Could you see yourself living like this?  Could you give up your freedom?  Would you be happy?  Would you want everyone who knows you to know this is how you choose to live?” 

Sara didn’t answer.  She couldn’t answer.  It was a shock to her mind, too much to process, but her big, pink nipples were as hard as rocks and her tight, little, blond  pussy spasmed, expelling a gush of her juice into her lace panties.  She moaned.  She forced herself to type, “Would everyone have to know?”

“Yes,” came his response.  “You will learn to be proud of your slavery.  You will wear the signs of it everyday and everywhere you go for all to see.”

“Signs?”

“Yes, I will mark your body so everyone knows that you are owned.”

“How?”

“Jewelry, piercings and tattoos.” 

Sara came so hard at that moment that her eyes rolled up into her head.  It took a minute to calm down and stop shaking.  She found herself typing her phone number and begging him to call her.  She needed to hear his voice and to talk to him about this.  She was sitting there biting her lip when the sound of the phone made her jump.  Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she couldn’t breathe as she starred at the phone on the table next to her.  She was hypnotized by it and slowly reached out to it, shaking as she grasped it and picked up the receiver.  “Hello?”

“Shouldn’t you greet me by saying, ‘Hello, Sir?’”

“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry Sir.  Hello, Sir,” she repeated.

“That’s better.  So is this better than typing?”

“Yes, Sir.  I’m glad to finally hear your voice.  I can feel the tone of it, not just read the words.”

Sara trembled as they talked, but her voice was steady.  His voice was so strong.  It made her feel weak and small.  They discussed meeting for the first time.  It was agreed that he would visit her town and they would meet for drinks at a restaurant.  He knew her town well enough and he picked a small, quiet place that was on the other side of town from her.  It had a nice bar and good food so she figured they might have dinner too.  He told her to be there Friday night at 7 P.M.  She was to wear a dress that would please him and heels.  Her underwear was to be her sexiest best.

She barely got out the required, “Yes Sir,” before he said his good-bye to her and hung up.  Sara placed the receiver back on the cradle and shut down her computer.

The week seemed to drag on and on, and Sara had tried to keep herself busy so she wouldn’t have to think about sex, but it was hard.  She masturbated several times a day, but she couldn’t relieve the tension that kept building as Friday approached.  On Thursday, she got a French manicure and pedicure, and had her hair trimmed.  She laid out her clothes for work and her date clothes as well.  She picked out a blue dress with a low enough neckline to show ample cleavage, but not too much as to look slutty.  The hem came just above mid thigh, and would show off her strong, lean legs, but wouldn’t overdo it.  She picked out matching powder-blue, lace half-cup bra and matching French cut panties.  This set was one of her favorites.  It made her look especially hot and it brought out the blue in her eyes.  To finish off the outfit, she chose black, high-heeled sandals with an ankle strap, and some silver and turquoise jewelry.  She would be a vision in blue.  She so wanted him to be pleased.  After work, she drove home on auto-pilot, her mind fixed on Matt and their date.  She played the whole evening out in her mind, over and over, seeing different scenarios.  By the time she was dressed and ready, she was as nervous as a virgin schoolgirl on her first date.  None of the other men made her feel this way.  She went downstairs to say goodbye to Debbie and to give her the information on where she would be in case there was any problems.

“Wow, Mom, you look incredible.  I can’t remember the last time you looked so hot.”

“Thanks, baby.  Do you think Matt will like it?”

“If he doesn’t, then he’s blind, or gay,”

“I really want to make a good impression tonight.  It’s important to me with this guy.

“Mom, I guarantee you will make a good impression.  You look gorgeous.  I hope you have a great time and that this guy is the one.”

“I hope so too, sweetie.  I don’t know when I’ll be home so lock up before you go to bed.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  With that Sara kissed Debbie on the check and walked out the door to her car.

When Sara pulled into the parking lot she saw only a handful of cars there.  She tried to guess which one was Matt’s, but there was no way of knowing.  She checked her make-up in her mirror, took a deep breath, and got out of the car.  She walked slowly and confidently to the restaurant, feeling sexy and finally ready to meet the man who had conquered her in her dreams for so many weeks.  When she entered the restaurant, she went straight to the bar.  Her eyes scanned until she saw him.  He had his back to her and was talking to the bartender.  She walked over and said to him, “Matt?”  He stopped talking and turned to her.  “Hi, I’m Sara.  It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

She offered her hand to him, but Matt didn’t reach out to shake her hand.  Instead he just starred at her for a moment or two.  His eyes looked her up and down, examining her, evaluating her, judging her.  Sara started to melt inside.  Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he took her hand, shook it and said, “Nice to meet you too, Sara.  I’m Matt.  Won’t you please sit down.   I’ve ordered you a white wine.  She easily slid onto the barstool and placed her bag by her feet.  Their eyes met and his blue-eyed stare held her eyes locked onto his.  She couldn’t have looked away even if she wanted to.  “I like your outfit.”

She blushed bright pink.  “Thank you.”

“I see you can follow instructions.  That’s very good.”

“Thank you.  You were quite clear and I wanted to please you.”

“That’s also very good.”  Sara took the white wine in her hands when the bartender placed it in front of her.  Matt raised his glass.  “A toast,” he paused until she lifted her glass, “to the beginning, and to giving each other what each wants and needs.”  She repeated his words and they touched glasses.  Sara brought the glass to her lips and took a big sip of the wine, which she swallowed in one gulp, as if she was gulping his words down into her, making them part of her.  They sat at the bar for an hour or so, and dinner followed.  All the while they talked as easily as they did online. 

It crossed her mind several times that he was very attractive and there was something about his demeanor that made her feel that she belonged with him.  He was obviously a confident, secure man, who appeared in control of himself and his situation.  This realization gave her a warm feeling like the summer sun on her skin or a towel that has just come out of the dryer wrapped around her.  As dinner wore on the conversation came to expectations for a relationship. 

Again his eyes locked onto hers, holding her attention tightly.  “Have you thought about the questions I asked you?”

“Yes sir, I have.”

“Are you prepared to answer them?”

“Yes, I am, Sir.” Sara paused.  She was about to reveal herself to this man, this stranger like she had never done before.  Her deepest darkest desires were about to be put on the table like a gift for him.  They would be his to accept or deny.  Could she so easily give him this gift?  Could she stand it if he rejected her?  What if he laughed at her?  She looked deeply into his eyes, looking for his soul.   She needed to connect with him there.  She had to know if he would be her Master.  Would he own her mind, body and soul?  She looked hard and deep, but only saw his sweet eyes staring into hers.  Sara needed this man badly, and what he could do for her even more, so when this hit her mind, she decided to take a leap of faith and tell him.  “Yes, I can see myself living in such a relationship.  I would gladly give up my freedom, all of it, for such a relationship with the right Master.  I would be happy and I’d be okay with everyone knowing what I was.”

Do you want me to be your Master?”

“I think so, but I’m not sure.  I want to get to know you.  I want to learn what to do to please you. “

“Will you accept training?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why will you do this?”

Again she paused to consider the question.  She thought back to her fantasies over the last 10 weeks.  She admitted to herself that she has always wanted and needed a strong man to control her.  It was the reason why her marriage was so bad.  Her husband wasn’t strong enough.  He showed her too much respect, allowed her too much freedom.  She resented him for it, and showed her contempt over the years until he couldn’t take it anymore.  That’s why she got over his leaving so easily.  She was glad he was gone.  If he had just taken control of her, just was rougher with her in bed, maybe she would still have been married to him.  But it was too late for all that.  He was gone and she was here now with a strong man who would treat her the way she should be treated.  He would control her life now.  She would do as she was told.  He would punish her at will and she would accept it and be happy that he cared enough to keep her in her place.  She would do anything for him and he could do anything he wanted to her.  She would be his willing fuck slave.  “I’ll do this because it is what you want and I need to please you.  I’ll do this because it is what I want and need.  I need to serve a man like you.  It is my destiny to do so.”  He smiled at her.  “Sir, May I ask a question or two?”

“Yes.”

“Will you make me a slave right away?”

“No.  You will be trained until I think you are ready to be a slave.  At such time, you will have to decide whether or not to offer yourself for permanent ownership.   If you do, there will be no going back.  You will give up all rights and freedoms.  I will take possession of you and everything you have, everything you are.  Your only reason to exist will be to please me.”

“What about my daughter?”

“She will have to accept your slavery too.  That means she cannot try to save you in any way.  She will have to accept you being punished and the modifications.”

“Will she have to participate?”

“No.  I don’t involve minors.  This is between you and I only.  But she will be exposed to much of what happens to you.  It will be unavoidable.  She may be influenced by what she sees and hears.  If she is, and chooses a similar path, I will deal with her appropriately at that time.”

Sara was fearful for Debbie but she understood his position.  Since she caught her masturbating that night, she knew Debbie was awakening to her sexuality.  She would start to have her own fantasies, and would be experimenting soon.  Debbie would be exposed to a lot in the future.  This was now unavoidable.  Sara had no illusions that she could keep Debbie innocent while her mother went through her training.  There would be sounds and marks that couldn’t be hidden.  Her body would be modified.  Her behavior would change and she would have to explain to Debbie what was going on.  There would be nothing to do but be honest with her. 

“Sir, I am ready to submit myself to you for training, if you will have me.”

Once again he smiled.  “I accept you, Sara, as my bound, submissive in training.  Now, let’s pay the check and get out of this place.”

“Yes, Sir.”  When they reached the parking lot and went to Sara’s car, she stood by the door waiting for Him to tell her what to do.  He looked into her eyes once more, and she knew.  Right then and there, she sank to her knees in front of Him and looked up at Him.  “Sir, thank you for accepting me.  I am so happy.  I will make you happy in all things.  I promise.”

He bent down, held her chin in his hands, and kissed her for the first time.  He was gentle and soft with her lips, and yet electricity flowed through his lips to hers, shooting directly to her nipples and pussy.  She was instantly hot, and would have done anything he wanted her to do, then and there, no questions asked.  But he broke the kiss and smiled down at her.  “Get up, my pet.  It’s time for us to part.  I want you to go home now.  I will call you later and we will begin your training.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand,” and with that he put out his hand, which she took in hers, and she rose to her feet.  He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a deep soul kiss, his tongue invading deep into her mouth, exploring that cavity for the first time.  Too soon it was over and they parted.  He watched her get into her car and drive away.  As she drove home in a trance, she thought about her daughter.  “Boy, do I have a lot to tell her.”

Chapter 5

When Sara came home and entered the living room, Debbie was once again on the couch watching television.   She took one look at her mother and instinctively knew to turn off the television.  Something was very different about her mother.  It was plain to see.  “So had did the date go, Mom?”

“It went very well, Sweetie.  I think Matt and I will be seeing much more of each other.” 

“Oh, are you going to tell me about it? 

Sara smiled a cat who ate the canary grin and plopped down onto the couch next to her daughter.  She started to recall the particulars of her date, leaving out the last part of their conversation in the restaurant and what happened in the parking lot.  “I think Matt is the kind of guy I should be with.  He is a strong, take charge type of guy, kind of the opposite of your father.”

“Yeah, Dad wasn’t like that at all.  All he ever did was have family meetings.  It seemed like he was afraid to make decisions without both of us agreeing.”

“Well, that won’t be a problem with Matt.”

“Mom, is he going to make the decisions around here now after only one date?”

“Of course not, baby, but I like this guy and want to keep him around, and that means keeping him happy.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“It means that I’m going to do what it takes to make this man happy, if I can.  You may see me make some changes concerning myself and the house, so don’t be surprised.”

“Okay Mom, I understand.  I hope he appreciates you for all the effort you’re going to put in.”

“I hope so too.” 

Just then the phone rang and Sara casually got up to answer it.  “Hello,” she said into the receiver.  Debbie saw her mother instantly tighten up and come to attention.  It was Him. 

“Hello Sara.  I hope you made it home without incident.”

“Yes, thank you, I did.”  There was a pregnant pause that seemed to last too long.

“I see you need to be reminded to speak to me with respect, Sara.”  She started to quiver, realizing her mistake.  She glanced up to see her daughter’s attention was back to the T.V. again, and walked into the kitchen so she could talk to him more privately.

“I’m sorry, Sir.  I wasn’t expecting it to be You, and my daughter was in the room.”

“That’s no excuse.  You will always speak to me, and about me, with the proper respect.  Do you understand?”

Yes, Sir, I do understand.  Please forgive me, Sir.  It won’t happen again.”

“Since we are only beginning, and you have to start to change the way you think, I will forgive you this time, but I must make an impact on just how important such things are.  Therefore you should be punished.  Don’t you agree?”

Sara knew the right answer, but it was difficult to say it out loud.  She had only a second to respond or risk angering Him further.  It was what she wanted; she knew that much, but to cross the line from fantasy to reality was a monumental step.  She held her breath and said the words that would change her life forever, “Yes, Sir, I should be punished.”

“After this call, you will go to your bedroom and strip.  You will take your hairbrush and get on all fours.  You will use that brush to beat your ass hard ten times.  You will count out the strokes and will say after each count, ‘I will always speak with respect to Sir.’  Hit yourself hard enough to redden your ass.  If you leave marks or bruises that I can see when we next get together, I will be pleased.  Do you understand what I expect of you, Sara?”

“Yes Sir, I understand, and it will be done to your liking, Sir.

“Good.  I will call you tomorrow, my pet.  Enjoy your punishment.

“I will Sir.  Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” and with that He hung up, as did Sara.  She slowly went back into the living room and looked at her little girl, who wasn’t so little anymore.  Debbie was still lost in her show so Sara went upstairs to her room and closed the door behind her.  She stood in front of her full length mirror and started to strip as He had ordered.  When she was completely naked, she walked into her bathroom and picked up her wood-handled hair brush and returned to her bedroom.  She locked her eyes onto the eyes of the naked woman in the mirror and slowly sank to her knees.  She leaned forward until she was on all fours and slowly turned her body around so that her gorgeous, round ass faced the mirror.  She was the picture of submission, but she wished He was here to administer her first punishment.  She raised her hand high above her ass, pausing for only a moment before bringing down the brush as hard as she could onto her tender flesh.  The pain hit her brain instantly and her ass burned as if it was on fire.  She called out, “One, Sir.  I will always speak with respect to Sir.”  Sara didn’t wait for the burn to subside.  She raised the brush again and brought it down once more onto her ass.  She repeated the required words.  It took her only three minutes to complete her task, but when she did, she was crying, her mascara running down her face.  She had never broken eye contact, but now her attention moved to her bright red ass.  She could see that she would have bruises tomorrow, and she smiled thinking that He would be pleased.  Her attention shifted to her nipples which were rock hard and a brighter shade of pink than they usually were.  She touched one and sparks of electricity shot through her again making her twitch.  She then realized that her twat was soaked as well.  “My God, I do like this,” she almost seemed surprised at the realization.  “I guess I really am a pain slut.”  She now pinched her nipple until it hurt.  She kept at it, compelled to work that bud until she could stand no more.  Her eyes returned to the eyes of the pain slut in the mirror.  Her hand moved down to her pussy on its own accord and found her most sensitive nub.  She pinched her clit until it, too, hurt badly.  The hand started to move around her pussy, rubbing until Sara was on the very edge of an explosive orgasm.  She now knew what she had to do in order to cum and raised her open hand high above her pussy.  She brought it down, slapping her own pussy and releasing her orgasm. 

When Sara was finally in bed and turned off the light, she saw Him in her mind’s eye and said out loud to him, “Master, I will be your pain-slut, fuck slave.  Please take me as your own and never let me go.”  With that, she let herself drift off to a deep and restful sleep.

Chapter 6

Sara was jolted awake by the sound of the telephone ringing next to her bed.  She rolled over quickly and grabbed the receiver, pulling it to her ear.  “Hello,” she breathed into the phone.

“Good morning, pet.”  It was Him.  She bolted upright in her bed and snapped to attention.

“Good morning, Sir.” 

“How did you sleep, my little slut trainee?”

“Very well, thank you, Sir.”

“Were you a good girl last night?”

“Yes Sir, I was.  I followed your orders exactly, Sir.  I beat my ass as hard as I could.”  While she spoke she got out of bed and approached the full-length mirror.  She turned so her back was facing it and she twisted herself so she could see over her shoulder.  With her free hand she lifted the night gown she put on before getting into bed, exposing her ass.  There they were.  The first bruises of her new life.  They were already black and blue.  She lightly traced their outlines with her finger, feeling the swelling and the stinging they caused.  Her attention returned to Him.  “You will be pleased to know that I have several black and blues, Sir.”

“Excellent,” he said.  “Did you enjoy your punishment, Sara?

“Oh yes, Sir.  It made me very horny.  I was so happy to do it in order to please you, Sir.  Will I see you today so I can show you my bruises?

“Yes, later.  I will be coming over for dinner.  I expect you to cook a first-rate meal for me.”

“Yes Sir.  It will give me great pleasure to do so.  Is there anything in particular you want me to make?”

“Make me a steak and a baked potato, a nice salad and a vegetable.”

“Yes, Sir.  Sir, should I cook for two people or one?”  He laughed a gentle laugh, as if he was amused by her question.

“You will cook for two, pet.  I expect you to join me while I eat.  They continued to talk and she told him of her plans for the day.  He was glad to hear that she was going to clean the house.  He told her that he likes a clean house, and that he expected her to maintain hers as if it was his.  This was not a problem for her.  She always kept a neat home.  She was raised to keep a home presentable.  Laundry was done as needed and clothes were ironed, folded and put away immediately.  Meals were always healthy and cooked fresh.  Sara knew she was a man’s dream come true.  She just needed Him to realize it and to take possession of her, and she would gladly do all of these things for Him.  He seemed pleased to hear that Debbie would be out for the night, staying over at her best friend’s house. 

What Sara didn’t know was that he was coming over tonight not only for a home-cooked meal, but to take charge of her and her life.  Tonight, she was going to submit to him.  He would make her His.

She spent the day doing all the mundane tasks a normal housewife does on a Saturday.  She shopped and cleaned and drove her daughter to her friend’s house and then to the mall.  Her friend’s mom did the pick up later in the day, so Sara had time to concentrate on preparing the best meal she could and to make her home and herself as presentable as possible for His first visit.  It was the most important thing in the world to her that he would be impressed with her home and the meal that she cooked.  She hoped He would honor her with a compliment or two.  Most of all she hoped He would take her in the way she needed to be taken.  She was desperate to have His cock fuck her hard tonight.  She so wanted him to shoot a gigantic wad of cum deep into her tight, wet pussy making her cum like the fuck slut she wanted to be.  It crossed her mind to bring up the issue of protection as well.  Would he want to get her pregnant?  Her heart beat faster at the thought of it.  She wasn’t sure if she wanted that or not.  It was too early to think of such things.  Then she realized that it wasn’t her decision anyway.  He would decide whether or not she would have anymore children. 

Sara was ready and waiting for Him a half an hour before he was supposed to arrive.  She had showered and shaved her legs earlier.  While dinner was cooking she put on her makeup and dressed as she knew He would like.  She used her best perfume to top it all off, and when she did look in the mirror, she knew she was ready for Matt, ready for her Master to make her His.

Matt arrived exactly at seven and rang the doorbell just once.  Sara rushed quickly to the door so He would not have to wait one second more than necessary.  She was trembling when she slowly opened the door to see Him standing there, and gripped the door to steady herself.  “Welcome to my home, Master.  Please come in.”  Matt was wearing a dark sports jacket and dress slacks.  His shoes were polished and his hair was perfectly combed.  She liked what she saw.  He stepped into the entry hallway and she closed the door behind Him.  When she turned back around he was staring at her with what seemed like an angry expression on His face.  Her mind raced.  What had she done wrong?  What was He waiting for?  The seconds seemed like an eternity.  Suddenly it hit her.  She hadn’t greeted Him properly.  She hadn’t showed Him the proper respect He deserved.  She sank to her knees and lowered her head.  “I’m sorry, Master.  Please forgive this humble slave.”  His hand reached out and cupped her chin pulling her face up so that their eyes met.

“You will be punished for that later, Sara.  Now get up and show me around your house.”  She arose from her kneeling position and walked through to the living room.  He entered and looked around, nodding his head.  “Very nice.  I like your furnishings.  You won’t have to change much.”

“Thank you, Master.”  From there they walked through the dining room and entered the kitchen.  He looked around and nodded again. 

“The food smells good.  How long before dinner will be ready?’

“About ten minutes, Sir.”

“Good, just enough time to see the rest of the house.”  With that they proceeded upstairs to see the bedrooms.  Sara’s room was first.  Matt stepped in as if he owned the place, and in the not too distant future, he would own it.  He turned to her.  “A typical teenager’s room.  We can leave it as it is for now.  She will have to make some changes later on.”

“Yes, Sir.”  The guest room was next.  He said nothing but he did study the room carefully.  Then they entered the master bedroom.  Matt entered first and Sara followed like a puppy, her heart beating fast as she waited for His approval.

“Mmmmm….This room needs some work.  It is too feminine for my taste.  You will have to redecorate it according to my wishes, and to show your new position in life.”  Sara was a bit confused at first, wondering what he meant.  Would she have to throw out all of her furniture and bedding?  Would she have to buy things that were more masculine looking?  He seemed to read her mind.  “You will change the bedding and drapery to my specifications.  Wall color and decorations will have to change too.  We will also install some hardware for your training.”  As he spoke he opened the door to the walk in closet.  “Ah, that will do fine,” he said.  “Your home is adequate for our needs.  The only immediate changes will be in this room.  We will make this room your Master’s room and your training room, although the whole house will be used for your training.”  Sara was the one nodding now; it was all she could do.  No words came to her, only quiet acceptance of His will.  A warm feeling grew inside her, for she realized He was accepting her and taking control immediately.  “Now let’s go downstairs and eat.  I’m looking forward to this meal you have prepared.  Hopefully it will meet my standards and I will be happy with your efforts.”  Suddenly it hit her.  She never thought He would be judging her cooking.  She knew she was a very good cook.  She took pride in it.  Fear washed over her.  She was worried He wouldn’t like her cooking.  What would happen if He didn’t?  Would He leave her or punish her?  He led her downstairs to the dining room where she had set the table earlier with her best china and crystal.  He took the seat at the head of the table and she slipped into the kitchen to start serving the meal.  Luckily, everything turned out well.  All the work she put into it made it a fine meal for Him, and He seemed to be enjoying Himself.  As they ate they talked freely, mostly discussing what He expected of her and His beliefs on male-female relationships.  “You see, women are meant to serve men.  They are the weaker sex physically, and meant to suffer.  Child birth is a good example.  Females handle pain well because it is part of their make up to do so.  The women’s movement has screwed everyone up so badly that no one is happy anymore.  Too many women think they should be in charge of their own lives and even their husbands.  What crap!  All that has gotten them is dissatisfaction.  They drive away men and then discover that they are lonely.  Many women are finally realizing this and leaving the work force to go back to taking care of their husband, house, and kids.  They long for a strong man to control them and make all their decisions for them.  They have a natural need for a real man to provide for them.  They may not want to admit it, but they respond to a man when he acts like a man, when he takes a woman hard and conquers her.  Then she knows she is a woman.  She has satisfied him as only a woman can. 

Sara knew he was right.  This is what she wanted and needed in her life.  She wanted a strong man to take control of her and allow her to fulfill her intended role in life.  It was something primal and instinctual.  It was becoming clearer as He spoke.  He would rule and she would serve.  He would set the rules and she would follow them.  He would judge and correct her as he saw fit. 

“The only difference is that BDSM will become part of your sexual life.  You have lost your way, as so many women have, and suffering and humiliation is the way back to the correct way of life.  I will have to reshape your  personality and your life to erase the foolishness you have learned for most of your life.  Will you accept this willingly, Sara?

She looked up at Him and stared into his eyes.  She was thinking deeply and feeling the feelings He had stirred in her.  She felt her answer before her lips moved.  She was already a slave in her heart.  Her soul cried out for it.  He could easily see that, she knew.  But was He “The Master” she needed?  Would he do all he said and still take care of her, or would he just use her and abuse her and destroy her life, leaving her and her daughter in ruins?  It was time to decide with finality.  Could she commit herself, and her daughter as well, to this life without reservations.  Could she trust Matt to be the kind of Master she needed?  “Sir, may I ask a few questions?”

“Yes.”

‘”Will you take care of my daughter and I?  Will you provide for us and protect us from harm?  I understand that we will have to live by your rules and suffer when we don’t, but I don’t want our lives destroyed.  I don’t want us to be damaged and then thrown away like used up trash.  I want a man, not an uncivilized animal.  I want to be proud of my slavery to you.  I want to be so happy that I never, for a second, regret this decision.  I want to be loved.  Can you guarantee me this?

Now it was His turn to think and stare at her, but she didn’t flinch.  Her strength and determination held as His gaze burned into her.  Slowly, a sly smile spread across his face.  “Yes, I can promise you that.   You should expect nothing less from me or any man.”

“Then yes, I will accept your training, if you will have me, Master.

He stood up and stepped away from the table.  “Kneel before your Master, slave Sara.”  She once again sank to her knees before Matt, her new Master.  He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a black leather collar with a silver ring hanging from the front of it.  “Gather up your hair and hold it away from your neck.”  She did as He willed her to do.  He placed the collar around her neck and buckled it into place, making sure the ring was centered and hanging down in the front.  As she felt the leather encircle her, she felt joy she hadn’t felt since her wedding day.  In fact, it was similar to what she felt that day, only stronger and more definite.  She was a slave now.  She had a Master.  She was owned.  She would fulfill her destiny and know her place in life.  She would be loved.  “Now let’s finish our meal, my slave.  Afterwards I will punish you and take you for the first time.

“Oh yes, Master,” slave Sara responded to Him.  Tears of joy formed in her eyes, but instead of rising off her knees, she bent over and kissed his shoes.  “Master, I am so happy to be yours.  May I please you right now?  Use me anyway you wish, Master.

“While I like your enthusiasm, I want to finish the meal first.  Normally, I would punish you for such an outburst, but I will allow it this one time as a collaring present to you and because I understand your happiness.

“Thank you, Master.  You are so kind.  I will make you so happy, I promise.”  With that, she got off her knees and sat back in her chair.  They resumed the meal and their conversation.  When the meal was done Matt went into the living room and turned on the T.V. while Sara cleared the table and did the dishes.  It would be only a few more minutes before they would consummate their relationship as Master and slave.

Chapter 7

When the last dish was done and she had dried her hands, Sara took a deep breath and walked slowly but deliberately into the living room.  Matt was on the couch watching the news and didn’t acknowledge her for a few seconds.  She stood there waiting for him to do so.  She knew it was what she was supposed to do.  Without looking her way, he finally spoke.  “Come here and kneel before me, Sara.”  Her heart leaped onto her throat but she moved forward and knelt before him, her eyes respectfully cast downward.   He turned off the television and cupped her chin in his hand.  “It is time.  Are you ready to serve me for the first time?”

“Yes, Master, I am.”

“Good, but we have to correct your mistakes first don’t we, Sara?”

“Yes, Sir.  Please punish me so that I may learn to be the perfect slave for you.”

“Stand and slowly remove all of your clothes, slave Sara.”  Sara got up off of her knees and did as ordered.  Starting with her dress, she reached around to the back and slowly unzipped it all the way to the top of her ass.  She used both hands to reach up to her shoulders and pull the dress down in the front so that he could see her expose her chest and lacy bra to him.  The dress fell the rest of the way down her body until it was puddle on the floor.  She stepped out of it and bent over to pick it up.  “Fold it neatly and place it over the back of the couch, Sara.”  She did as he commanded.  Next was her bra.  Sara moved the straps off of her shoulders and unhooked the front-opening clasp.  She held the cups over her tits and dared to look up and meet Matt’s eyes.  He was staring at her face and she knew she had made another mistake, but she held his gaze and slowly let the cups fall free from her body.  He didn’t move or lose his focus on her face.  This made her self-conscious and she could no longer look at him.  Her eyes dropped as she blushed a deep pink.  She felt her pussy suddenly gush and knew why it had.  It was ready to be seen by its owner for the first time.  It was ready to be taken.  Sara let her fingers slide down her body and go under the elastic of the waistband.  Without thinking, she slid them down her legs, exposing her pussy to him.  She was now naked before her new master.  Her hands found her sides, and she stood straight up and proud for him.  He would judge her now, and she held her breath hoping for His approval.  She didn’t have to wait long, although it seemed like forever to her.  He studied her as a collector studies a rare find he suspects is a long lost masterpiece.  Her breasts were magnificient, big, round and firm with pale skin with large nipples.  He liked them that way.  They would take nice sized rings in the future.  There was almost no fat on her, and her hips were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her.  While Sara wasn’t tall, her legs gave the illusion of being long because of their slender shape.  She was a blonde vision, and she was His to use.  “I like your body, Sara.  I will enjoy owning and using it.”  Inside, her nervousness suddenly released, the tension broken by his approving words.

“Thank you, Master.”

“Now we must correct your mistakes, Sara.  It is time for you to be punished.  Are you ready to accept it?”

“Oh God yes, Master.  Please punish me for my mistakes. I deserve it and need it.”  Out of his jacket pocket Matt took a short leather leash, which he clipped to the ring on the Sara’s collar.  Her heart was beating so fast she thought she would have a heart attack, until he tugged at her and she instantly went to her knees again.  He led her around the room, as she crawled on all fours for Him.  As she crawled, He instructed her.

“You are nothing but a little fucktoy, Sara, a pair of tits, an ass and a cunt to be used.  You live to serve, and to please your Master.   All you have to do is obey.  When you don’t obey, you must be punished.”  She concentrated and absorbed His words as if they were the words of God.

“Yes Master.  I am a fucktoy.  My purpose is to obey.”  With each word she felt contentment wash over her.  It deepened each time she repeated the words, becoming a chant as he led her around the room, and she was growing calmer as she chanted it.

She didn’t see him removing his belt from his pants, or him wrapping the buckle end around his hand, but she certainly felt that belt as it whipped down onto her bare ass.  The surprise of it made her scream out.  The second stroke stung her flesh but she held her tongue.  After all, this is what she deserved and needed.  She had made mistakes and He was correcting her so that she would remember and be better.  This is the way she wanted to be treated, what she had dreamed about it for so long.  It felt right.  The pain was delicious and it stirred her in ways she had only dreamed of for so long.  She awaited the next blow and savored it when it came.  She savored each of the blows as they rained down on her already black and blue ass.  She realized that she was growing hotter and hotter as He beat her.  After the twelfth stroke he suddenly stopped.  She was openly sobbing, letting the tears flow freely.  Her ass was on fire and her pussy was dripping.  Something else was there besides her tears.  It was a subtle change but she noticed it.  For the first time in her life she felt controlled.  A man had punished her for her mistakes instead of letting her get away with them or just forgiving her.  Through the leather of his belt he made his expectations and the consequences of not living up to them known to her.  Instantly, it all made sense to her.  This is how it was supposed to be.  He would define her life and she would work as hard as she could to fulfill the role He set out for her.  He would literally whip her into shape.  There would be no doubts in her life and she would be the best fucktoy in the world.  All that mattered would be pleasing Him and when she did that she would be happy.  It was perfect.

When her sobbing finally ended and her attention came back to where she was right now, she realized he was waiting for her to notice Him.  When she did he spoke.  “There now, that is out of the way.  It is time for you to show me how much you appreciate me taking you as my slave.  It is time for you to show me your worth, Sara.  She understood.

“Yes, Master.  May this lowly cunt please you with her body?  Please use me any way you wish.  Hurt me all you want.  I am yours Master.

Matt smiled.  She was going to be an excellent slave.  She was so willing and seemed to desire it all.  She would become anything he wished of her, no matter how humiliating or degrading.  This bitch was a keeper.  Matt reached out and grabbed her leash pulling her up to him.  His other hand went around her neck as he pulled her close to him and he leaned in to give her the softest, most gentle kiss she had ever experienced.  Slowly the kiss grew in intensity until their mouths opened and their tongues entangled and His arms found their way around her body.  She had never felt so safe and secure before.  He would fuck her at will.  She would offer no resistance to anything.  As his hand found her breasts, Sara felt both pain and pleasure as he manipulated them hard.  When he pinched, twisted and pulled her nipples she came and came again.

He continued to maul her breasts as He looked into her eyes and said, “Cunt, you will get back on your knees and open my pants.  You will take your Master’s cock in your mouth and show it all the love and desire you possess for it to own you.  You will suck it as if your life depends on it. “

“Yes, Master,” were her only words as she sank to her knees once again and immediately went to work.  When she saw His cock for the first time, she gasped, for it was an impressive tool.  Seven inches long and more than 3 inches around, with a mushroom head that she knew she would enjoy.  It had a slight downward curve, and his balls were nicely sized.  Of course he was shaved, so she could see it in all its glory.  Her mouth watered instantly and she wasted no time in starting to lick it all around.  In only a few minutes, she was sucking it like a whore. 

Matt looked down at his eager, new slave and smiled.  He couldn’t believe his luck.  She was astoundingly beautiful, and as beautiful as she was, she was so willing to give control of herself and her whole life to him.  She wanted this life more than anyone he had ever known.  Now it was his turn to feel satisfaction.  If he could train her completely, without limits, he would have the one slave he searched for all his adult life.  Maybe he could be satisfied with her and her alone.  The thought made him smile as his mind returned to her sucking.  He was as hard as rock now and ready for the main event.  He grabbed a fistful of her long, silky, blond hair and pulled her reluctantly off his cock.  Without a word, he dragged her to the couch.  Her mouth hung open and she was in obvious pain as he did so, but she uttered no sound.  He positioned her bent over the cushions of the couch.  He kneed her legs apart and looked at her pussy from this angle.  He had no trouble imagining it with several rings pierced through it.  Yes, she would look and feel that much better with some decorations.  The idea of it made his cock twitch.  He had to have her now, so he lined up his dick with her dripping hole.

She felt the tip of it touching her outer lips and she quivered.  He was about to take her.  He was about to take ownership of her.  He was about to turn her fantasies into reality.  “Please, Master.  Ram it into me.  Show me no mercy.  Fuck the shit out of me and make me your property.  Hurt me with it, please, I beg of you….”  She was crying now. He couldn’t believe it.  She wanted it more than he did.  Before the moment could be lost, he shot his cock into her like a bullet, stopping only when he was in balls deep and he could go no further.  She screamed out her passion and came as he did so.  With his hand still tightly holding her hair and his cock buried to the hilt, he took a moment to take it all in.  She was nearly hysterical, and he could hear her babbling, “…so good, so good.  Thank you Master for fucking me.  Thank you.  Thank you.  I’ll do anything you want, be anything you want.  Just own me and fuck me.  I’ll give you everything I have, everything; my house, my car, all my money, my soul, even my daughter will belong to you.”  Did he just hear what he thought he heard?  His cock twitched again.  Did she just promise to give Him her daughter?  This one was almost out of control.  Taming her would be easy; controlling her lust may be more of a challenge.

Matt started to pump her tight pussy, and immediately noticed how tight she was.  Could this thirty something mother really be this tight?  Even dripping wet, her flesh gripped him as if she would fall off a cliff if her grip on him failed.  He built up a steady rhythm and was building force with each stroke.  He was amused to see and hear her reaction.  The faster and harder he fucked her, the more she loved it.  She was moaning and groaning and he could hear the wet slapping sounds they made when his hips slammed into hers.  Her gorgeous ass was jiggling in front of him as he pumped, and he couldn’t resist slapping it a few times.  When he did, she went wild like someone electrocuted her.  She came hard and came again, then again.  Now he didn’t want to stop.  He kept spanking her and she was out of control.  She growled and started babbling again.  “Yes, beat me, Master.  Beat your fuck bitch.  Treat me like the dirty pig-cunt I am.  Hurt me.  Bruise me.  Mark me so that I know who owns me.

He could not believe his ears.  She likes getting beaten.  He was in heaven, and his cock knew it.  He was going to cum soon and he knew that he would not be able to hold back.  He didn’t even try.  Instead, he pumped her even harder, beat her ass harder, and started to shout out his own words.  “You’re mine now, cunt.  I own you and everything you have.  I’m taking possession of your whole life as of right now.  You will be an obedient, little fuck toy, and you will make your whole life about serving me.  You will deny me nothing.  You are nothing but what I allow you to be.”  With those words his balls suddenly tightened and he was cumming with unbelievable force.  A tremendous load of cum was moving through his cock and he could not contain himself.  He shot a rope of semen into her overheated twat.  She felt the force and the heat of it hit her insides and started cumming one more time.  He shot a second rope into her, and then a third.  He came so hard that it hurt, but he kept on spurting into her until he was spent.

He collapsed onto her back.  Neither of them moved.  Neither of them could move.  Again he noticed that she was crying, but this time he let go of her hair and moved off of her.  Strangely, this made her cry even harder.  With curiousity he asked, “What’s wrong?  Did I hurt you?”

It took her a minute to get a grip of herself and answer.  “Yes, you did…and I loved it.  It was the best sex I’ve ever had.  I’m crying because it’s over, and because I’m so happy.  I’m so happy because I now have an owner.  I’m not a person anymore.  I’m just a slave now and I just realized this is what I’ve always wanted, even though I never knew it until now.  Please, please keep me as your slave.  Tell me that it is real and forever, Master.  Do as you wish with me.  I will obey your will in all things always.  If I don’t, punish me hard until I comply.  Punish me anytime you want even if I have done nothing wrong.” 

She could see by the smile on his face that she had struck a chord with him.  She had pleased him with her plea to him, and she was happy with that.  But in his face there seemed to be just a hint of confusion.  He had a question on his mind.  “My dear Master, what troubles you?”

“It is something you said in your ecstasy, slave.  You offered me everything you own.  Did you mean it?  Do you want me to take everything that you own from you?”

She thought about it for a few seconds.  “Yes, my Master.  A slave should own nothing, have nothing.  It is all her Master’s.  Therefore I will turn over everything to you.”

“Just one thing I have my doubts about, Sara.”  He locked his eyes onto hers.  “You told me that you would give me your daughter too.”

Her heart skipped a beat.  She couldn’t breathe.  Did she say that?  She couldn’t have said such a thing.  But she remembered Debbie telling her that she had said the exact same thing not that long ago.  This time there was no emotional outburst.  She thought about it and realized the words did come out of her mouth.  “Master, I did say that, I know, but she is my daughter.  I am her mother, and I have to protect her.  I meant what I said about giving you everything I have, but she is a human being with a mind of her own.  I can’t just give her away like a thing.  I can’t.”

“I understand.  I didn’t really expect that you would.  Besides, she is still a minor and I don’t include minors in such things, as I told you.  Now that your training has begun, and I see how anxious you are for it to happen, she will be witness to a lot.  I have to admit things have progressed, and will progress, a lot faster than I could have imagined.  If you turn over everything you have to me it will be impossible to hide.  Your training will progress quickly considering your strong desire to be a slave.  There will be many changes.  They will hit her hard and fast, and she will have to adjust to them just as quickly.  She will probably resist, but if she is like her mom, she will take to it as well.  I promise I will not touch her, Sara, not until she is of legal age and she must come to me of her own free will.  If she offers herself to me, I will allow her to take the same road you have chosen, and take her as my slave too.  How does that sound to you?”

“I guess that is reasonable and fair.  I’m not sure I want her to take the same road I have chosen, but if it is what she wants, then I guess I can’t stop her.”

“Think of it this way.  If she does follow you into slavery, you will be together, instead of her finding her own Master who would take her away from you.  You would share your Master with the one person who you love the most.  To the outside world we would appear to be a normal family.  Behind these doors the two of you would be sister slaves.  I will treat her the way she wants and needs to be treated, even if it is different from the way I treat you.  I will protect her from real harm and she will be loved.  That is my promise to you.  If I break this promise, then our agreement is null and void.  I will return to you what was yours and leave.”

Sara thought about this for only a minute.  She readily agreed, but she knew she would never throw him out.  Once she was his permanent slave there would be no going back no matter what.  She is giving up her right to decide things for herself.  She is giving up all of her rights. This is what Sara wants.  This is what Sara needs.

“What Sara Needs”

Epilogue

Debbie was lying on the couch watching television when she heard the key turning in the front door.  She sat up and adjusted her clothes to make sure she looked presentable.  When the door opened Master Matt entered the house followed by her mother, slave sara.  Matt was holding her leash in his hands and only slightly pulling her along.  She followed him effortlessly even though she was wearing heels so high that she was almost walking on her toes.  Sara had learned to walk in these types of heels month ago, and now preferred them to other shoes.  They were Master’s favorite, and she always wore whatever he liked to see her in.  In fact, He had picked out her whole outfit as He almost always did now.  She was wearing a very short black, leather mini skirt and shear nude stockings that attached to her garter belt that was hidden under the skirt.  If she bent over anyone could see that she wore a black lace thong that also was so shear that you could see the shaved slit it didn’t really cover.  If she held her position for a instant longer you would easily see the rings that pierced her pussy.  Her white blouse was almost see-through as well.  The black, lace bra was obvious enough, but it was the nipple rings that drew the most attention.  They made those big nipples stick out at all times, and anyone who looked could see the thick rings she had there.  She wore her black leather collar with the d-ring in front and the chain leash attached to it.  Her arms were behind her, cuffed and attached at the wrists.  There was no shame on her face, only a look of contentment and love.  Debbie noticed that look and was happy for her mother.  Sara had been so happy for the last six months since she had met Master Matt.  Debbie liked him too.  He was good to her and her mother, even if he was very strict with them.  But that didn’t bother her too much.  In fact she liked the fact that she had a man around who cared enough about her to make sure she was all right at all times.  She understood the rules were for her benefit, and she obeyed them almost all of the time.  The few times she didn’t, she saw her mother suffer because of it.  It didn’t take long for her to get with the program and start to follow the rules all of the time.  At first it was to protect her mother from his punishments, but later she did it to please Him.  Once she started to please Him, she knew she liked to do so.  She was so much like her mother.

“So Matt did you and Mom have a nice evening?”

“Yes we did.  We went out to that new French restaurant for dinner.  It was excellent.  Afterwards, we went for some drinks and did some dancing.  Your mom has learned to dance pretty well in those heels.  She didn’t fall once this time.”

“That’s great Mom.  Did you enjoy yourself as much as your master did?  Sara looked at Matt for permission to answer Debbie.  He nodded his consent.

“Oh yes, baby.  I had a lovely time.  The restaurant was terrific.  I’m sure we will go back again.  The dancing was fun, but it was so crowded at the club though, I barely had room to dance, and it was so hot there that we decided to come home early.  I just can’t wait to get out of these clothes.”

Matt smiled at his slave and nodded to her.  She turned around and he unclipped her wrists.  Without turning around she went upstairs to her Master’s room, which used to be her bedroom.  She quickly undressed leaving on her rings and collar and knelt at the foot of His bed, with her hands resting palms up on her thighs, back straight,  and her eyes looking downward.  Several fading whip marks were visible across her body.  Just above her ass was His tattoo clearly marking her as His property.

Meanwhile, Debbie and Matt continued their conversation.  “I’m so happy for you two.  Mom has never been happier.  She really loves you and her slavery.”

“Yes she does, and she makes the perfect slave.  I’ve never had someone who was so willing and easy to train.  She makes me happier than I’ve ever been before.”

“I think we all are happy now.  Mom has what she wants and needs.    She really enjoys the way you punish her, and all the hard sex.  I’m happy just to have you in our lives.  I love having a strong father figure for the first time.  You’ve taught me so much about how men and women should act.  You make this house a home.  Thank you.

“You’re welcome, Debbie.  Now if you will excuse me, I will go up to my room and use your mother.  I’m feeling particularly nasty tonight.  I feel like she is in for a heavy session.”

“Oh good, she’ll like that.  Make her cum a few times for me.”

“OK, I will,” he chuckled, “and she’ll love it when I tell her her next orgasms are from you.”  They both laughed at that and Matt started up the stairs.

When he reached the doorway of the master bedroom he stopped and looked at slave sara on her knees contently waiting for her owner to take her and use her like the slave she is.  She was beautiful and he loved her more than anything he else he owned.

Downstairs, Debbie listened for the first sounds as the whip came down onto her mother’s body.  She could hear her mom call out, “Yes Master, hurt me.  Use me.  Thank you, Master.”  Debbie knew she wouldn’t be disturbed for a while.  Her hand found her pussy as she imagined herself under Matt’s whip, taking the beating, being used.  She pinched her clit hard and dug her nails into her flesh.  She had done this so many times in the last few months that she could already see herself with nipple and pussy rings, and a tattoo that matched her mother’s.  She knew it was only a matter of time before she would be His slave too.  After all, her 17th birthday was only a few weeks away.

The End