Karen had used Internet dating sites for a while; she'd been encouraged to try by her daughter who firmly believed there was life out there for a forty something, divorced and none to confident woman. The trouble was really Karen didn’t have as much faith in the whole thing as the younger more computer literate generation, but her daughter had nagged and nagged her to keep trying, "prince charming must be out there somewhere mum " she'd said as she got ready to go out, Karen just looked at her blankly and thought more of the toad she's given children and the best years of her life to, who'd been only too willing to trade her in for a younger model when the mood took him.
But she had to admit she was fed up with never having anyone around to share things with anymore, kids all but grown had lives of their own, and she didn’t feel quite ready for knitting and rocking chair just yet, so she forced a smile, and said "I’ll have a look and see if there's any nice profiles on there, ok?" her daughter looked happier, "you will find someone nice mum" she said "i know you will" and with that was gone with her friends on a nice giggly girly night, the details of which would be giggled over late into the night.
She sat at the computer and searched through profiles, was always the same, too old, too young, to far away, too married, oh they got her wound up, the I want a quickie in the lunch hour bunch, had they no morals these people? Obviously not she thought, putting more details into the search bar, looking for a match locally if possible, and preferably someone who wasn’t already keeping a wife! Usually nothing of any interest appeared but tonight it did, a gentleman, widowed, a little older than her but Karen didn’t mind that, the profile was simple but to the point, so she decided to send a message, just a simple hello, and an offer of a chat if he happened to be online. Well she thought will come back to that later and check inbox, just in case, she wasn’t really expecting much of a reply, or in any great hurry, but tonight she got a shock, the in box flashed with a message within a few seconds, said gentleman, wanting to know more about her, he hadn’t really divulged much about himself that wasn’t already on profile, but Karen didn’t really notice the lack of information, she noted how polite the message was, and how interested he seemed to be in her as a person. she made a coffee and thought of her reply, equally as polite, and he was always quick with the next response, she thought he seemed gentle, caring, not the usual kind of bloke that came on these sites, and as the messages went back and forth she felt herself becoming more curious about him, yet never really asked anything about him just answered his questions with her usual honesty, and read his replies.
His name was Ben, that much she had deduced, and he lived only a short distance away and knew her home town well, as had spent some time working and living in the area in his younger years, he'd suggested swapping mobile numbers which Karen felt comfortable with and sent him hers, then as quick as he'd appeared he disappeared offline, oh well she thought nice while it lasted, as she switched computer off and settled in front of the TV.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" the message flashed on her phone with a dreadful ring tone that made her jump! Karen smiled at the message, thinking to herself he's keener than I thought for someone who'd just gone offline mid conversation, not liking to point this out and appear rude, she explained she had day to herself as was her day off from work, so really nothing was about the top and bottom of it.
"fancy meeting for a drink or a coffee somewhere?" was the next message, she tried to frown and think of her safety, but he Didn’t make her feel unsafe, just more curious, so she replied that it would be nice and thanked him for the invite,
he was a gentleman she decided since he'd left choice of venue to her, allowing her to pick her local, easy enough for an escape if it were needed.
the following morning Karen was up early, she Didn’t need to be ready to leave until about mid day, but for some reason she felt like she ought to make an impression, why? she Didn’t really have the answer to that, she just thought she should so instead of her usual trousers and top, she picked a skirt and nice blouse, good boots with heels rather than flat, put on some make up and was reasonably happy when she left the house.
"i've got the drinks in" another message flashed up as she walked along the road, and I’m sitting just inside the door as you come in, she was grateful for this last bit of info, as she'd not even thought to ask what he looked like, although he'd got a full description of her.
as she walked in the pub she glanced at the table as a quite tall, well built man with greying hair and the biggest grin got up to greet her,
"you must be Karen" he said, as he looked her up and down with some obvious liking, "yes that'll be me" she replied thinking what a lovely cheeky smile he had.
"sit down" he said, and without thought she sat automatically, he smiled even more at this as he handed her the drink he'd already ordered,
they sat and chatted and laughed for a while, swapping life history's and how they came to be on an internet dating site, while they finished their drinks, noticing two  empty glasses on the table, Ben motioned to her, "I’m sure you'd like to get me another drink?" he said, passing her some money, and while you're there you may have another, he said it with a twinkle in his eye, that grin re appearing, and Karen just took as a bit of a joke, and went to the bar to order the drinks, thinking what a nice bloke he was.
When she returned, she offered his glass to him first, for some reason she could not fathom, he just said simply "good girl" and smiled.
She was about to sit herself back down, when he motioned her towards him again, " i think you need to use the ladies" he said matter of factly, Karen looked at him, her facial expression on its own must have said do I? As he took her arm and pulled her gently toward him to whisper in her ear, "yes you do" he said, "sluts do not wear knickers, and sir has noticed a knicker line, so sir is suggesting that slut goes to the ladies and removes them, rolls them up in her hand, and brings them back and presents them to sir, do you understand?"
Karen nodded, dazed by what had just happened, and what had been said, first instinct was to run, to hide, but as she looked at him, in amazement, there it was again that smile, as if he'd just asked her to pass the salt or something equally as ordinary.
"So if you understand the order, then why are you still here?" he asked, Karen had no real answer to this and put her head down, and headed for the ladies loo, once in there safe, she took a second to think, why was this man, still a stranger asking such things? why had he called her a slut? But more importantly why was the thought of wearing no knickers in a busy lunchtime pub, making her wet, and excited? She had no answer to these questions, but needed to find the answers, so with a sense of nervousness, she took off the knickers rolled them tightly in her hand, and went back to the table.
 She stood by the side of the table feeling slightly silly, and a lot more exposed, as Ben put out his hand for her to hand over her knickers, her head slightly bowed as not to catch the eye of any other customer in the pub who might have looked on at the fact she was giving her knickers to a total stranger, "does that feel better?" he asked, quickly shoving the offending underwear in his pocket, "I shall inspect those presently" he said still with a matter of fact tone. Still Karen stood bewildered, "I asked if that felt better?" her mouth and her head answered differently her mouth just muttered "yes" while her head was still screaming run now, before it's too late! Yet she couldn’t run, she couldn’t even find the power of proper speech. "Yes what?" was the next question, which he was only to happy to answer for her, "it's yes sir", he said with a grin, "and this is to be followed by thank you sir, do you understand that?" Karen hesitated, just for a second, having got the urge to tell this man exactly where to go, but his eyes on her, his manner, and his smile as he sat there looking for a response, left her with only one reply,” yes sir, thank you sir" she replied meekly. "That’s better" he said cheerily, "now sit and finish your drink, it may be a while before you are permitted another" she answered, sat down, now feeling under strutiny, as he seemed to be less chatty, and more studious, looking over her, mentally inspecting her body. Finishing his drink he stood up, " we need to make some arrangements" he said, "it's too busy in here to talk properly, so shall we go sit in the car?" Karen got up and answered that it would be better than trying to talk in the pub, and followed him to his car, with just a little more than apprehension, but even so she could not bring herself to walk away, and to be fair she'd had plenty of opportunity.
Once settled in the quiet, Ben broke the silence and Karen's thoughts, "any questions so far?" he asked with the air of a school master, she thought plenty, but only one would come out of her mouth,” why did you call me slut?" she asked.
His reply was sharp, "why did I call you slut? What????" as he spoke his hand came down very sharply across her thigh, stinging and making her jump, Karen repeated the question, adding sir this time, "better" he said moving his hand from her thigh, "you are a slut, that is why i called you one" and he added "what is more you will be my slut, you will give yourself freely in body and mind, you are mine and that is quite final, had you wanted to leave and not give yourself, you would have gone from the pub still with your knickers on, not come back and handed me this poor excuse for underwear!"  
 he continued as she listened, she would he told her, always address him as sir, she had seen the last of her knickers, he stressed the point that he had worked out very quickly that she was totally submissive and that she herself had demonstrated this fact quite nicely knowingly or otherwise, if she pleased he said she would be well rewarded, if she failed what he asked she would be punished, and the slap to the thigh was only just a taste of what was to come.
Karen nodded, feeling bemused by the fact she was getting more sexually excited than she'd felt in a long time, as she listened she felt the urge to open her legs, still she had no idea why.
The answer to that came quick quickly, "basic instructions slut" Ben said, you will sit with your legs apart, and skirt up over your thighs,"
"i want my property on view, I want to see juices flowing from my cunt at all times"
"your cunt sir?" she questioned meekly, "yes my cunt slut" he answered sharply, " you have given yourself to me, i know it and beneath the surface you know it, don't you slut?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir" she answered him quickly, before he had the chance to give her another sharp slap,
"so?" the next question came quickly, he was not a man of patience, "why is that skirt still down, and my cunt not on view?"
This time Karen Didn’t answer, she bowed her head and lifted the offending skirt well up over her thighs, opening her legs, and feeling a rush of air between them, the cool of the air just adding to the fact this whole thing was doing more than just turn her on, Ben looked down and then looked back at her with an air of disgust, she wanted to ask what was wrong but dare not, although she had an idea she was about to find out.
She was right, grabbing hold of a handful of hair he yanked her head down so she could see the cunt he'd just declared his quite clearly, "what " he growled "is my cunt doing covered with hair?" "This will be shaved the minute you get home and you will send me a picture from your mobile the minute it's fit to be seen, do you hear me?"
"yes sir" she tried to nod but his hand still had a firm grip of her hair, "good, my cunt will always be shaven and open for my pleasure"
again Karen tried to nod, but this time as she did so, he pulled her back against him, still with hair in hand he pulled her head round to face him, and made her look him straight in the eye, "get that blouse open slut" he hissed in her face, "sir wants to see if his tits are better kept than his cunt" she opened her blouse tentatively looking across the car park to make sure she couldn’t be seen, he caught her looking, "don't be shy slut" he said with a slight smile,” onlookers in a car park will be the least of your worries" blouse opened, he took one look at the bra and declared it to be burnt, "tits out!" he snapped, as she cautiously pulled the 2nd offending garment out of the way, "mmmmmm, now these are better" he said gently cupping her ample tits in his hands, and giving them a squeeze, "thank you sir" she was relieved he found them appealing, her nipples were hardened by the fact she was so horny already, but that fact seemed to please him. She found herself relaxing enjoying the sudden gentleness of his touch, as he slipped his arm around her to take one tit in each hand, working his way gently from the fullness of the breast to take each nipple between thumb and forefinger, "sir thinks slut is enjoying sir's touch now" he whispered in her ear, "yes sir, thank you sir" she whispered back now totally relaxed. "Good girl" he said gently, leaving her to believe he had done his worst, and she had pleased him, "these will become two of sir's greatest assets," he seemed to drift slightly as if planning something in his mind.
"Assets sir? How do you mean?" Karen's mind was now whirling round with questions, this broke his chain of thought, and as quick as it started the gentleness was replaced by a painful twist and pull movement of her hard, excited nipples, she rose slightly to alleviate the pain, tears rising and stinging in her eyes, as her continued to pull, not just hard but viciously! "You do NOT question slut" his tone was sharp again, "you follow instruction, sir thought he had made that perfectly clear!!!!!" she tried to answer but the pain was excruciating as all the while he spoke his grip tightened, and she could barely even bring herself to nod, she   turned herself, kneeling on the seat to bring herself level with his grip to try and lessen the pain, but the grip just got all the tighter,” there’s no escape slut" he said in a lower but equally menacing tone, "you are mine, and no matter what you will remain so, it is what you want, and i will now prove the point"
Karen wanted to ask how but before she even dared think of a way to ask without offence, he'd let go of the nipples, and replaced his harsh grip between her legs, inserting two fingers in her roughly, she tried to fuck herself on his fingers, and as he pulled his hand away, he laughed, "point proven" he said, "soaking wet, horny little slut wants to fuck herself on whatever sir gives her"
"yes sir," Karen was embarrassed she'd suddenly become so transparent, and Didn’t want to admit Ben was right, but he had just proven the point, very effectively.
"Well slut, you do nothing anymore for your pleasure, only for mine, is that clear?"
"Yes sir, thank you sir" she muttered, feeling frustrated, slightly humiliated and cross with him for removing his hand all at once.
"We are done here for today" he declared, "you are no more use now until properly presented, so sir suggests you straighten yourself and go home and prepare for what is to come, you will receive orders once my cunt is properly shaved, and i have received that picture"
Karen bowed her head and nodded as she re arranged her clothing and got out of the car. Ben smiled at her bemusement of the last couple of hours, shut the door behind her and was gone as quickly as he'd arrived.
She stood there a second trying to work out just how she'd ended up in this situation, she had no answers, yet neither did she want any, she just needed to get home, and follow his instruction, she had no idea why, no rhyme nor reason, it just had to be done, and as she walked along the street she knew her old life with all it's chaos, was beginning to end. 

The five minute walk home from the pub seemed to Karen to be more like five hours, she felt a peculiar need to hurry along, and the harder she tried to hurry, the longer the street seemed to get, her head was spinning, questions whirling round in her brain, making her feel rather dizzy, she was trying hard to take it all in, how had an innocent drink turned into something more sinister? Why had she got so excited by a stranger demanding her knickers? Why had she put herself in such a vulnerable position in  the car? and why did she drip all over the car seat while this strange man practically tore her nipples to shreds putting a point across? Perhaps Ben had been right, perhaps she was a little slut who needed to please so desperately that she would endure anything to please her master only to be humiliated more in return, or perhaps he was just an opportunist who saw a chance to have a little fun and took it.
This last thought made angry, she had always thought of herself as strong willed, a good judge of character, and had never before got herself into any situation that made her feel in the least bit odd. As she arrived back at the house she absent mindedly slammed the garden gate in her frustration at herself, unlocked the door and went inside her mind set that the last thought had been the right one, and that fun over, she would probably not hear from Ben again, and that she had been quite silly and played straight into his hands!
She went upstairs and ran a bath, if nothing else she thought at least now I’m safe home and can wash the day away and relax, the warmth of the water relaxed her now tense muscles, she noticed that her nipples were still swollen and erect from the harshness of Ben’s touch. Her cunt still dripping wet and it wasn’t from the bath water, she picked up a razor from the side and shaved her already smooth legs, she thought of Ben demanding her cunt should be shaven smooth, " so sir wants his cunt shaved does he?" she muttered this defiantly under her breath, well she thought it aint gonna happen, no one has the right to make such demands, no one!!! 
She laid in the bath, still defiant, yet inadvertently positioning herself, to be able to see her cunt clearly, she was neatly trimmed but had never really had the urge to shave completely, she did her bikini line same as usual, then found herself moving the razor over the rest of her pubic area, a little tingle of excitement ran through her as the razor removed all traces of hair and revealed the neat slit underneath, carefully opening herself up to make sure she got every last little hair, she felt more than a little wet as the razor passed close to her innermost and most delicate areas. Karen gave a relaxed sigh as she got out of the bath, finally having consoled herself with the thought that she was most likely right and had been played and she had to admit he done it rather well, "oh well such is life" she thought, glancing at herself in the mirror as she stood to get dry, "made a good job of that" she thought running her fingers along her newly revealed slit, realising that she was still very wet, so slipped her fingers inside and began working her fingers on her still swollen clit, she just began to feel the urge to rub harder when the noise of that dreadful ring tone made her jump, bringing her back to earth with a bump, she muttered something about bad timing expecting the message to be from one of the kids, but as she read it her face fell, and her eyes suddenly hit the floor again. "I’m waiting slut" it read, "sir still has no picture, does he have to remind you of everything?"
Karen stared at the phone, wanting to throw it across the room, tell him where to go, but for some reason the authority in the message seemed to prevent her from doing so, she squatted in front of the mirror cunt now fully opened and clicked the camera button, shot was ok, but too dark, she took another, better this time, so she sent it, hoping that might be the end of the matter, but no such luck, another message followed quickly, she read it her face reddening, " sir knows you were taking time to finger my cunt, slut" it read, " for that you will be punished, and you will not touch sir's cunt or tits unless you have direct permission from sir, do you understand slut?"
"yes sir, thank you sir," she sent back, "it's not fair" she thought, how the hell did he know what she was doing locked alone in her bathroom,
another text followed, "you will learn to ask permission for every last thing slut" it read, you are mine I own you, and you know it, don't you?" again she just replied "yes sir"
more texts followed detailing what she was to do, and how she was to behave in future, she was to wear nothing, he would choose her clothing for her in future, so from now until he arrived to inspect his property she was to remain naked, he would, he explained harshly train her to serve him with both body and mind, she was nothing and had nothing, and was permitted nothing until he decided otherwise.
She was to text for permission when she needed to use the bathroom, and if sir permitted her the pleasure of going for as piss as he so crudely put it, she was not to wipe his cunt but leave it wet, he was most insistent that she should and would be wet at all times.
Each time she replied the same, "yes sir, thank you sir", she had no idea why she was even answering, let alone an answer as to why by by this time going about her chores with nothing on, she seemed to be under some sort of spell, not quite asleep, yet not awake either, like some sort of living dream, Karen was glad all the kids were away, had they not have been god knows what she would have done!
Further instruction followed into the evening, she was to keep a diary, which was to be presented on request, if he approved of her thoughts, she might be rewarded, if not she would be punished, punishments, he informed her would be harsh, and she would learn to thank him for them, if she refused or forgot, then further punishment would follow until such time as she learnt to beg him for forgiveness, and thank him for it. She was to sleep he said, like the slut she is, legs wide open and his cunt and tits exposed, Karen tried to reason that if she turned in the night she would not be able to maintain such a position, his answer was simple, she could enjoy her last night of peaceful sleep, as for questioning his instruction the consequence would be that in future he would make damn sure she could not turn, she would from tomorrow on be chained to the bed in his chosen position, and she would be grateful for it!!
 Karen wondered how on earth he was going to maintain such a threat, and decided that it was probably just as well to not take an awful lot of notice of something that certainly wouldn’t happen, for a start he wouldn’t be there to carry it out! But even so she still thought it was best to answer graciously so sent back the stock "yes sir, thank you sir" answer.
His final text of the evening came just after ten, she was still wandering about naked, and if she was honest feeling very comfy with her nakedness, catching herself in the mirror she'd been a little surprised her own shape was as good as it looked, but then it had been years since she'd taken the slightest bit of notice of herself, and now she did she had to admit it wasn’t as bad as she'd previously thought.
Ben’s last instructions before he sent her to bed, were quite simple, she was to set her alarm for 6, and once awake would spread her legs, and play with his cunt for as if her life depended on the amount of juice it would produce, she would not cum, and she would not ask for permission as this would not be granted, at 7 sharp she was to put a key in the door, and wait for his arrival kneeling with her head down, and legs apart, still perfectly naked, and with her hands behind her back. She noted he did not say what time he would arrive, and was tempted to ask so she had some idea of how long exactly he planned to keep her like this. But as she read the rest of the lengthy text she found he'd already cut that question off in it's prime, I will arrive when it suits me, and you will learn to wait for sir and like it, he carried on to demand that the first diary entry be to hand, then bid her goodnight, sending her to bed like a naughty schoolgirl.
She thought perhaps it would be wise to just reply and bid him an equally goodnight, did so then putting her phone on to charge found an old notebook in which to start her diary, the days events came flooding back quickly, his smile, his harshness but above all her wantonness, her brain's urge to resist his demands, and her body's urge to please him in any way he choose, no matter what the consequences. She finished put the pen down, got into bed and closed her eyes, all she could see was him, and all she could feel was the juices of his wet cunt seeping down her thigh. She couldn’t remember a time when she felt so turned on, yet so vulnerable, he had certainly made her question her approach to herself and her body, perhaps she thought as she drifted off to sleep that was what she needed a fresh approach

Karen woke at 6am as per the set alarm, she was still sleepy, yet surprisingly very horny, she remembered her instruction, and threw back the duvet opening her legs wide, and started to finger herself slowly at first, her body starting to tingle again with desire, it felt good, rubbing her clit feeling it grow hard under her fingers, she'd never really realised just how proud it stood when highly aroused, and she was quite pleased with the result, as her arousal grew her hips moved gently, and she pushed two fingers into herself wondering if she could get away with bringing herself off, she did not have time to make her mind up however, as once again the text signal went, disrupting her train of thought, still working herself on her fingers, she read the text, it simply said "good morning slut, is there anything you need to ask sir this morning?" the question threw her slightly, as for a minute she could not gauge what she could possibly need to ask, then as she moved to answer she realised that using the bathroom might be an idea, so text back "good morning sir, please may i use the bathroom?".
The answer was again quick, "if slut means can she take a piss certainly not" came the reply, "slut will wait until sir arrives, it will soon be 7 so sir suggests slut stops considering how she can bring herself off without sir's knowledge and get her lazy arse out of bed and do as she's told!!"
As she read the message Karen was finding if nothing else she was fascinated to know how he could possibly know what she was thinking, he was no where near, yet it was as if he was still in the room watching her, she really couldn’t fathom it, and looking at the time hadn’t got time to try.
She got out of bed, and went downstairs, at least she didn’t have to worry about what to wear, this thought alarmed her slightly, as she'd not noticed how not worried she was about a man entering her home to meet her wearing absolutely nothing at whatever time in the morning. She opened front door just a crack in order to put key in without drawing attention to herself, and even though she would have had time decided to for go her usual coffee, as her bladder would not have stood up to the extra liquid input.
At 6.55 she stood naked in her living room, and took a deep breath, nerves shot through her as she positioned herself on the rug, kneeling legs apart hands behind her back with her back to the door, for some reason she didn’t want to see him enter the room, neither did she want to clock watch, and she still had no indication of just how long he would be, she wondered what would happen if she moved, would he really punish her? or was that just a means of getting her to do as he wanted? She was so busy pondering this thought she did not hear the key turn in the lock, nor the soft footsteps across the floor as he bent down behind her.
She did however feel the hand that grabbed her hair and pulled her head round to face him, "good morning slut" he said quite cheerily considering the force he'd used to make her look at him, "good morning sir" her eyes lowered automatically as she spoke,
"sir is glad to see you managed to get ready on time, now stand, back to me hands as they were feet shoulder width apart!"
She stood nervously readjusting her position, "head down" he snapped "thought that would have come naturally to you!!" he pushed her head into the desired position as if she weren’t capable of doing it herself, she dare not look up and he stood behind her silently, knowing full well she did not know what was coming next, this was a moment unbeknown to her he quite enjoyed,
his touch took her by surprise, she jumped slightly as he ran his fingers down her naked spine, but this time it was gentle, she started to relax, he had a nice touch obviously experienced and she knew she responded to it. he let her settle in her thoughts, then proceeded with his inspection properly, moving his hand from the base of her spine swiftly to thrusting so sharply between her legs she could not help but gasp, "mmm slut likes it rough sir thinks" he spoke more or less to himself, as he tugged on his cunt lips checking there was no sign of any missed hair, for good measure he impaled her, sticking two fingers into his hole so far, her automatic reaction was to stand on tip toe, before she felt she would be torn in two. He laughed and withdrew his fingers, and walking round to face her, grabbed her roughly by the hair to bring her face this time up to his wet fingers, "open wide" he said matter of factly as he forced his fingers into her mouth, "you made them wet slut, you clean them!" Karen licked the juice off his fingers, she decided she tasted a little salty but otherwise not too bad.
taking his hand back again, he turned his attention to his tits, twisting the nipples in his hands, again she gasped, he had quite a grip and it was painful to say the least. " mmm all seems to be in order," he said, "now stay exactly where you are and in that position sir has to fetch one or two things which will make slut feel all the more comfy". She never even thought to answer, she just stood rooted to the spot, and felt the sharpest of slaps across her bare arse which rang out across the room, "what do you say when sir says he's going to make slut more comfy?????" he demanded sharply, this time she replied with the awaited, yes sir thank you sir, bowing her head even further,
" better" he snapped adding another slap across her arse cheeks, which she could feel beginning to glow even if she couldn’t see them.
 He strode back out the door, and she felt the breeze as he left front door open and went out to the car, he took out a bag, then went back inside, Karen was fidgeting in her effort to remain still, the need to use the bathroom was growing ever stronger, and she really did not like the idea of having to ask permission to pee.
The echo of another sharp slap rang round the quiet room, she jumped slightly, this time it wasn’t his hand, she wanted to look round but dare not, his hand reached again between her legs, "mmm sir was right" slut really does like it rough" he laughed as she squirmed with the urge to run to the bathroom, " sir takes it there is something slut needs to ask?" he said this quite matter of factly, again as if it were a normal conversation. "Yes sir" she said, "that'll be yes sir, please sir" he said making her repeat and prolonging the agony, "now what is it slut needs?"
"To use the bathroom please sir" she asked very meekly, "oh slut needs a piss" he said, "well slut can wait another 5 minutes while sir makes the necessary changes to her appearance, then sir will take her" he reached for the bag he'd brought in with him, "and take a warning slut, if you can't wait and piss on the floor you will be punished" Karen could not at that point think of anything worse than to not be able to hold on, and desperately hoped that she could.
He carried on with what he was doing, completely oblivious to her growing desperation, finally she felt his hands round her throat, she tensed, not knowing what to expect, " hmmm should be about right," he was muttering to himself rather than talking to her, and then she felt something else, a collar, stiff and new, the width of it pulled her head back up, and he fastened it with a small padlock, taking care that it was tight enough but not so tight it would do any damage to her neck, next he took her wrists one at a time placing a wide cuff round each one, again fastening with a small padlock, the same with her ankles, he then bent her forward slightly, another sharp slap across her buttock followed, " that" he said "is the sound of your new best friend" he walked round to face her, lifting her head slightly and slowly caressing her face with said item, see how he feels against slut's skin" "but slut's body tells sir she likes him across her are arse" she dares to open her eyes and  her gaze was met with a large black leather paddle, as she looked, he turned it over, one side was covered with shiny silver studs, he put it against her mouth, "give your new best friend a kiss slut" he ordered laughing as she did so.
"Now one more thing and then sir thinks it might be time for slut to piss". He reached into the bag and took out a black leather dog lead which he attached to the ring on the front of the collar, he stood back to admire his handy work," now slut looks better" he pronounced, "and sir thinks a good bit more comfy", she did not feel uncomfortable with herself, she realised, the collar was a little stiff but otherwise comfy, and it suddenly dawned on her the wrist and ankle cuffs did not worry her a bit. "Right " he said, sir will accompany slut to the bathroom" he took up the lead and walked her from the room, Karen had no choice but to follow, as he showed no sign of letting go, and she needed the loo badly.
he led her into the bathroom, and ordered her to sit, she sat gladly, and expected him to leave the room, instead he yanked her legs apart, telling her that at all times when she sat her legs would remain open, and accompanied the lecture with sharp painful slaps to the inside of her thighs lest she forget in future. Making her balance legs open and hands behind her back, he stood back a pace and ordered her to piss. This particular order Karen didn’t need telling twice, she was so desperate that she no longer had the strength to argue that he was still in the bathroom with her. The obvious relief on her face amused him highly, he was pleased with the control he was gaining quite quickly, despite the fact he knew part of her was not quite so giving, she went to move her hand to reach for tissue to wipe herself, "no" he snapped quickly, " slut is not to move until she is told, and neither will she wipe unless she is told to do so, understand?"
he took a step forward and bent down in front of her, placing his hand between her legs, "sir will use his slut whenever he chooses" he continued, " wherever she is, and whatever else she is doing, slut will think of sir and his pleasure only" Karen nodded, he was still rubbing his clit as he spoke, and she had felt herself go from a desperation to pee to a desperation to cum, her body took on a mind of its own yielding itself to his touch, whether her brain was agreeable or not, and for the first time she heard herself let out a little whimper.
he rubbed harder, seemly pleased with the result of the small but steadily growing whimper, he pushed two fingers against her throat forcing her head up and her mouth open, with this action the noise grew louder, as her body let him take over, "now slut is ready to cum" he stated, watching her wriggle under his grasp, "wet little slut wants to beg sir's permission doesn’t she?" Karen nodded too needy to try and argue, "well beg then" he demanded, she thrust against his fingers, wanting to resist but she could not, she slowly heard herself starting to beg, "please sir," she stammered a little, "please may slut cum?" "You’ll have to be louder than that slut" he smiled at her desperation, she tried again knowing that she would not last much longer, "please sir, may slut cum?" her voice was louder now and more than a little desperate. "Cum slut" came the reply, as he pressed hard against what he now knew for fact was his, and Karen came with a passion that she had never felt before in her life, she screamed out, groaning loudly with the force of the orgasm that shook her body from head to toe, finally her body spent she flopped against him like a rag doll.
"Something slut would like to say?" he asked, Karen looked up and thought for just a moment, "yes sir" she replied, "thank you sir"
"better" he replied, and with that pulled her still wobbly from seated to standing in front of the bathroom mirror, " now look at yourself slut" he demanded, "this is what you are, and more to the point will be forever, a slut collared and cuffed, chained for my pleasure"
Karen opened her eyes and slowly looked up, she saw the collar round her neck, with the lead hanging down, she looked dishevelled from the pleasure she had taken from what had just happened, but as she looked herself in the mirror the one thing that dawned on her was how content she looked, reality was beginning to set it, Ben had been right, she was exactly as he'd predicted, a wet horny little slut, looking for her master's approval, and in her heart she knew whatever he had in store for her, she would never be able to walk away, he would as predicted own her. She would be his