His name was Bobby Morris. He was 22 years old, a college dropout who was working as a cashier at a McDonalds. She was named Nadia. She was 24 years old, a child of the foster care system who hadn't had formal schooling since the 8th grade, and who was living at a homeless shelter.
These were the lives they left behind.
Bobby was at home, borrowing his mother's computer to search up porn, when he came across this message on a BDSM personals section in his area, which of course he was jerking off to:
SLAVE WANTED - Male or female, ages 18-35. Must be submissive and willing to expand their horizons. Will be live-in and room and board will be provided. 28463875@hotmail.com.
I used a random e-mail address to make sure none of this was traceable to me.
Nadia found it when she borrowed the laptop of a fellow sadsack. She hadn't been allowed to use the communal computer since she tried to print out porn.
I can only assume what happened next. My ad went up on Sunday, August 8. Both Bobby and Nadia thought about it, spurred by their desires to get out of their living location: Bobby finally wanted to get out of his Mom's house. Nadia wanted out of the homeless shelter.
But more than that, they recognized an opportunity to engage in something that had been a fantasy of theirs' for years, to finally live out all the stories they masturbated to, the pictures they gawked at.
Nadia was the first to respond, 2 days after my ad hit the web. She said:
"Dear sir.
I am submissive and would love to be your 24/7 slave and do anything for you. Believe me, I am willing to give up everything in my current life to be yours.
Submissively,
Nadia Shah
P.S. I rubbed my pussy to orgasm as I wrote this. Please let me be your slave."
It was more than I hoped for when I sent out that message. However, not wanting to cave in at the first, I decided to wait. I knew Nadia would be checking her e-mail every second of the day, waiting for my response. I could let her wait for a bit.
Bobby was the next to respond, a whole 5 days after the posting.
"i am submissive and want to be Your live-in slave, Master. i will be nothing but a slave for Your pleasure.
my name is bobby morris, i am 22 years old and have nothing to leave behind. Please let me serve You."
I was impressed by two things in Bobby's letter. One, how he told me info about him - something Nadia did not do. Secondly, how he capitalized any mention of me and didn't capitalize any mention of him, not even his name. The boy had done his homework reading those stories.
My original plan was to only take one slave, and train them through a carefully planned out series of meetings to make them my property. However, I was astonished by both Nadia and Bobby, and I wondered about training both of them, at the same time, possibly without each other being aware of the other.
A week later, I realized I wasn't going to get any more responses. So a full 5 days after Nadia's e-mail and 2 days after Bobby's, I sent this message to both of them:
"Slave:
I am happy you've embraced your true nature and want to become my slave.
I need to do two things: one, find out who you are. Send me your address, full name, phone number, and basic measurements of your body. A slave must be in peak physical condition.
Seconly, I need to find if you are worthy. This Wednesday, the 18th, meet me at the Casa hotel at (I wrote 5:00 for Nadia, 8:00 for Bobby). for a two-hour session to asses your abilities as a slave.
If all goes well, we shall see how to proceed. Keep your weekends open.
Master."
Within 20 minutes of the e-mail, as I figured I would, I received one back from Nadia.
"Master,
Thank You for the response! I am honored that you would consider me to be your slave.
Name: Nadia Shah, 24 years old
Address: I live at the Salvation Army.
Phone Number: None, Sorry Master!
Measurements: I am 5 feet, 3 inches tall, I weigh 108 pounds. I have 30AA tits.
I look forward to seeing you Master!
Nadia"
Hmmm. A small-titted Indian girl. This actually made me more interested in what she had to offer.
That night, my other prospect, Bobby, had the good sense to e-mail me back.
"thank you Master for responding. i know i will be a good slave for You. my name is bobby wilson morris, i live on 1110 Collins street, my phone number is 555-8181. i am 5 feet 8 inches tall, i weigh 164, and my cock is 4 inches soft and 7 inches hard. i am happy to meet You at the motel on Wednesday and prove my submission. Thank You sir."
Once again, I was more impressed by Bobby than Nadia. It takes a lot to give your address over the web to a stranger, and Bobby did it without much hesitation.
It was still, however, too early to tell which slave would be the best. Only time would tell.
Wednesday rolled around finally and I headed off to the motel. Before I did, I sent one last e-mail to Bobby and Nadia:
"Slave:
I will be in room 28. Knock 4 times. Wear what you would normally wear. Be ready for anything.
Master"
I got to the room, shut the blinds and put a "do not disturb" sign on the door. The room had two twin sized beds, a desk and a chair - I would have to put those to use.
I checked my watch. 4:58. Nadia was due in 2 minutes.
As I headed to the bathroom to relieve myself, I heard four discreet knocks on the door. I turned to it and looked in through the peep-hole.
Before me stood a surprisingly cute, if not beautiful, Indian girl. She glanced around nervously.
I opened the door. She looked up at me slowly.
"Come in,” is all I said.
She followed me in, setting a small purse down on the floor next to one of the beds. I sat down on the chair and faced her. She stared, still standing.
"Before we start, Nadia, I want to go over some things." I said. She nodded. "We haven't started yet, Nadia, talk freely."
She smiled slightly. "OK."
"During this two hour session I will test your submissiveness and your obedience. You must obey my very demand without question, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir." was her response.
"I promise no permanent damage will come of you here.". I watched her eyes. No sign of backing out yet. "I will ask you this once, and then we'll begin, and we won't stop for two hours."
She nodded, ready.
"Do you want to begin?"
She nodded quickly and without hesitation. I smiled. She was going to be good.
I reached behind me and pulled out a wooden lock box, unlocked the padlock with a key and held it out to her. "Put all of your clothes in here."
She immediately began to strip. Her jacket, pants, shirt, and bra came off in a frenzy of fantasy-fulfilling lust. She hesitated at the panties - but just for a moment. Then those came off too.
I locked the box and put it down, then looked at Nadia to see what I was working with. Her hands fidgeted, wanting to cover herself, but knowing full well she wasn't allowed. I stood up and walked around her. It's true, she had a flat chest. Bur what she lost in the chest she made up with her ass, which was smooth, firm, and plump. I flicked her nipple, and she jumped, more from finally being touched than surprise.
"How many men have you had sex with, Nadia?"
She shivered. "Five, Master."
"Any in your ass?"
I leaned down and split her ass cheeks, staring at her puckered hole.
"No, Master."
Anal virgin? I'll take care of that later, I thought, as I closed her ass cheeks. Moving around, I looked at her pussy. It was already wet, the clitoris out.
"How many blowjobs have you given?"
"11, Master."
"Hmmm."
I slid my middle finger into her wet pussy. She gasped.
"When did you lose your virginity?"
She hesitated.
"Um, I was 12, Master."
I pulled my finger out and looked her in the eye.
"How long have you known you were a submissive slut?"
She thought. "Since I first began to masturbate, Master, when I was 6."
I rubbed her cheek and smiled at her.
"Then this is what you want. What you deserve."
Then I reared back and slapped her in the face. She fell back onto her knees, shocked, rubbing her cheek.
"All right, Slave. Enough with the formalities. Prove your worth to me."
I unzipped my fly and pulled my member out. She didn't need any instructions. She softly grabbed it, and lowered her mouth around it.
Her experience showed, and she was quick to get me hard. As I watched her bobbing up and down on my dick, I put my hands on the back of her head.
“Go all the way down now.”
This was tough. She gagged slightly so I increased the pressure on the back of her head until her nose pressed against my pubic hair. I decided to hold her there for as long as she could take it.
She started to seriously gag – some drool started dribbling out of her mouth. She coughed hard onto my dick, and I could feel her throat working to remove the offender.
I took my left hand and held her nostrils closed, blocking off any ability to breathe. Finally she couldn’t take it, and after a good 45 seconds of forced deepthroat, she grabbed my legs and pushed my dick out of her throat.
She sat back, breathing heavily, and wiped her mouth. I looked down at her and shook my head.
“You should know you never reject anything your Master wants you to do.” I scolded. Her puppydog eyes looked up at me, pleading.
“I’m so sorry, Master, but I couldn’t breathe…” She stammered, her eyes watery.
“I don’t care if you couldn’t breathe! You are to do what I say until I say to stop!” I yelled. She flinched, worried. I pointed to the bed. “Get onto the bed. NOW.”
I could sense her fear as she scrambled onto the bed. I went back to the suitcase and pulled out handcuffs. Her eyes widened as she realized what I was going to do. She had every right to be worried.
“Put your arms and legs out.” I ordered. She complied, putting her body in a spread-eagle. I efficiently snapped the handcuffs to her wrists and ankles, then to the bed, leaving her completely open and vulnerable to me.
I reached back into my suitcase and pulled out two gigantic dildos. Each measuring over a foot long and three inches wide, Nadia squirmed in silence, staring at them, knowing what I planned to do with them.
I walked over to her, holding one up.
“Open your mouth, Nadia.” I said. She opened it apprehensively and I didn’t wait one second to shove the dildo as far in as it would go. “When I say to deepthroat me, Nadia, I don’t expect you to stop until I tell you. Ever. I demand complete obedience. Even if you can’t breathe.” I take a strap connected to the dildo and pull it around her head, buckling it in place in her mouth.
Nadia, eyes wide and mouth stretched obscenely, nodded quickly in agreement. I smiled to her.
“You’ll learn. You’ll learn.” I said. I took the other dildo and walked to the other side of the bed. Despite her fear, her pussy was still dripping wet. “You’re a naughty girl, Nadia.”
I slid the second dildo in. It got about 6 inches, until I have to push. Nadia groans in pain as finally I manage to shove it all the way in.
Sighing, I looked over her. She stared at me, waiting for my next move.
“You look beautiful, Nadia.” I said, and her eyes softened. “Being my slave is not all about pain. It’s about pleasure too. And both at the same time.”
I took a small remote control out of my pocket. Nadia’s brow furrowed, confused. “Enjoy,”, I said simply. I pressed a button and all hell broke loose for Nadia.
The dildo in her mouth and pussy began to vibrate, and send out painful electric shocks. Her eyes closed in agony and sweat began to drip down her body. I pressed another button. The vibration stopped, leaving just the electric shocks.
This was her real test. To see if, even in these conditions, she was turned on enough to orgasm.
I got my answer after nearly 45 minutes. Thrashing on the bed, she finally orgasmed, again and again without stop.
I pressed another button and all the electric shocks stopped. She flopped down, motionless, her eyes closed. I leaned down and removed the dildo from her mouth, and her pussy, both of which were warm and slimy with saliva and pussy juices.
Still chained to the bed, her eyes opened weakly, and she looked at me. I patted her head.
“You passed.” I said. She smiled. I pulled out my dick again and pressed it into her mouth. As she began to slowly suck, I let my bladder go and the urine flowed into her mouth. She was surprised, but too exhausted to protest. She swallowed the entire thing, and when I removed my penis from her mouth, she licked her lips.
“How did you like the taste, Nadia?” I asked, rhetorically.
“It tasted wonderful, Master.” She responded.
“Good. If you become mine, it will be a staple of your diet.” I inform her. She smiles at me, looking totally fulfilled.
I slipped a condom on my dick as I climbed onto her and fucked her long and hard, as she laid helpless tied to the bed. I had her lick my ejaculate off the condom.
I ordered some room service, a steak for me and a salad for Nadia. She ate on the floor, still naked, as a slave should. I took the opportunity to discuss some things with her.
“Nadia, it’s now 6:30. Our session is going to be over in half an hour.” I began. She looked up at me almost sadly. I chuckled. “Don’t worry, it will not be our last.” Nadia smiled, happily.
“So we should go over where we go from here. I told you to keep your weekends free. Are they?” I asked.
Nadia nodded. “Yes, Master, I followed your orders.”
“This coming weekend, I want you to come to a cabin I own in the woods for an overnight visit. Friday night to Saturday morning. I will pick you up and we’ll drive there.” I explained.
She smiled. Friday was only two days away. “What should I bring, Master?”
I thought for a moment. “Wear whatever you want. Enjoy your clothes. If all goes well, you will not wear them for a very long time.”
IN CHAPTER 2: Bobby’s first session and weekend in the woods
=====CHAPTER 2=====
After Nadia and I ate, she packed up her things and left. I gave her instructions to keep everything quiet, and to not orgasm for the next few days. I reminded her that if she followed my instructions, she could be mine within a week.
I cleaned up a bit. At 8:00 I expected four knocks on the door but heard nothing. I wondered if maybe Bobby chickened out.
At 8:05 I heard four knocks. Marching over to the door, I opened it to see Bobby. He was on the shorter side, like he said, with short blonde hair. He was wearing nothing but a wifebeater, shorts, and a pair of sandals. I was surprised at how muscular he was, given his meek e-mails.
I put on an angry face at him.
“Take off your clothes and put them in the box on the ground.” He followed my demands to the letter. I locked the box and put it with my stuff. I told him to kneel and he did.
“You were 5 minutes late, Bobby.”
“I know, sir, I’m sorry. Traffic…” He began to say.
“I don’t want excuses, Bobby. I cannot have a slave who doesn’t do exactly as I say. Do you understand me?” I yelled.
Bobby nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Ok, Bobby, today we’re going to be testing your obedience. You need to do exactly as I say without question. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” He said slowly, looking down, already ashamed at his mistake.
“Stand up.”
He stood quickly, and put his hands behind his back, and looked at the ground. I inspected him, and prepared to ask the same questions as before. I pinched his left nipple and he took a quick breath inwards. I looked down to see his dick was already rock hard.
“I see you are enjoying this, Bobby.” I said. He nodded. He stepped around.
“How many times have you had sex, Bobby?” I asked.
“None.” Came the reply. I looked up, then circled back to look at his face, uncertain I had heard correctly.
“You’re a virgin?” I asked.
“Yes, Master. I haven’t had any sexual encounters before you, Sir.” He replied. I was surprised. This wasn’t expected.
“I assume you masturbate often?” I countered. He nodded. “How often?”
“Sometimes 10 times a day.” He said. I was impressed.
“Well, Bobby, one thing you should know is I prohibit masturbation. If you are to become my slave, that is one habit you will have to cease immediately. Your pleasure should take up none of my slaves’ time.” I explain. Bobby’s head drops. “Either you learn to take pleasure in the things I do to you, or you don’t orgasm at all.”
He looks up at me. “At all?”
I smile. “Don’t worry, You’ll learn to enjoy it.”
I meant it too. The key to keeping successful slaves is pleasure denial. It always keeps them wanting more, to keep trying to reach the elusive orgasm.
Yes, I allowed Nadia to orgasm just a couple hours earlier. But women are different, as they can achieve multiple orgasms and still remain wanting. Men experience a breakdown of sexual longing following a single orgasm.
So my plan for Bobby? Chastity. But he doesn’t know that yet.
“So you’ve never given a blowjob before?” I asked. Bobby shook his head.
I unzipped my fly and take out my dick. Now to see how he compares to Nadia.
“There’s a first time for everything.” I said.
Bobby leaned forward, and slowly but surely began to suck on my dick. He must have watched a lot of porn, because it looked amazing but felt lacking. It was crude, but that was to be expected for his first time.
“Now you’re going to deepthroat me.” I said. We both knew this was a bit much. Deepthroating, 30 seconds into his first blowjob of his life?
Yes, because that is what the job requires. I put my hands on the back of his head and press him towards his body. His throat at first rejects my dick, but then softens as Bobby gags, coughing and spitting all the way down until his chin reaches my testicles.
No, he’s not as good as Nadia in blowjobs, in fact his was rather weak. But what he succeeded on was saying on the dick. I held him there, gagging and coughing, for a good two minutes. I checked my watch.
“Keep going Bobby, you’re doing terrific. If you reach 5 minutes I’ll let you orgasm.” I said. Extra incentive.
The ground was damp with his spit and my precum, as Bobby forces himself to keep his face pressed against my body. What he lacks in skill he makes up for in determination.
Four minutes now. I guessed he might get close, and I have no intention of letting him orgasm tonight. So I take my fingers and close his nostrils. His eyes widen as his last way to breathe is blocked off. He gags some more, his throat undulating underneath the head of my penis.
“Just 30 seconds left, Bobby.” I encouraged.
Finally, he can take it no more. Tears are streaming down his cheeks, his saliva drooling out in a continuous stream, and he’s coughing and hacking on my dick. But yet he’s still on it, unable to breathe.
At 50 seconds, survival instinct kicks in and he throws my legs away with his muscular arms, gasping for breathe as my dick finally is removed from his throat.
I stand back and look at Bobby. He’s a crying, blubbering mess. But his dick remained hard.
“I’m so sorry, Master… I’m so sorry.” He said softly. He knew he made a mistake. And he knew he was going to pay for it.
I’m not going to repeat Nadia’s punishment for Bobby. Instead, I have something else planned.
“You failed me, Bobby, and a slave cannot fail his master.” I said. Bobby continues to cry.
I reach into my bag and pull out a few things.
“There is a way you can earn that orgasm back.” I told him. I have him stand up, and I push his hard dick out of the way as I tie a small noose around his balls. It’s attached to a small pail underneath.
I hold out some weights in a sack.
“Bobby, I want you to fill this with pail until there are 50 pounds of weight inside. If you do that you will be able to orgasm tonight.” I said. He nodded slowly, looking a little nervous.
He picked up a 2-pound weight from the sack and lays it in the pail. He grimaces.
“Only 48 to go.” I taunt.
He continued to put the weights in the pail, stretching his balls lower and lower, his face grimacing each time.
Finally, the last weight goes in. He’s screaming softly now, panting and crying again.
“Good job, Bobby.” I said. He smiles at my remark through the tears. I figure he’s had enough pain for today. I took off the noose from around his balls and told him to get down onto the bed. “It’s time to release some of that pressure.”
I told him he can jerk himself off right then and there. His dick was already rock hard. He started jerking and I watched him as he begins to pant. Already close, he got even closer to orgasm.
“Tell me when you are about to shoot, Bobby.” I ordered.
He is sweating up and down, breathing like a marathon runner.
“I’m close, Master, I’m close!”
I reach down, and in one calculated motion, pull his balls downwards cruelly. Bobby screams as his dick spurts semen all over himself.
I didn’t mean for him to orgasm, but it did, but it was a ruined one. Almost as good as not having an orgasm at all.
Bobby laid back on the bed, completely exhausted and pained.
I stand up over him.
“Our session is over, Bobby. But this coming weekend, I will come pick you up for an overnight session. Saturday night to Sunday morning.” I explain to him.
He looks up at me, and sighs. “What – what happens after that, Master?” He asks.
“Then, if all goes well, I will give you a contract to sign. If you decide to sign it, that will be the last decision you make. I will give you five days to end your previous life, and then you will come to live with me.” I told him.
“For how long?”
“However long you want. You can chose 3 years, 5 years… or lifetime.”
And with that, Bobby left. I was uncertain who I liked better. Nadia, the pain slut, or Bobby, the inexperienced virgin determined to serve.
I went home that night excited about coming events. What Bobby and Nadia didn’t know, is that I own that motel.
Perhaps a little backstory would be appropriate. I come from an incredibly wealthy family but as soon as I turned 18 and inherited my own personal fortune I cut ties with them. I had my own ideas. By age 25 I had my own company, my own fortune growing.
When I said Bobby would move in to live with me, I didn’t tell him that involved getting on a plane to rural Montana, where my 50 acre farm awaits them.
Did I intend on keeping my promise if they signed a 1,3, or 5-year contract instead of a lifetime one? Maybe. Only time will tell.
Friday night finally came, and I packed up a goodie bag to bring with me to the cabin. I dropped by the shelter to pick up Nadia. She came into the car wearing and jeans, carrying a backpack.
"What's in the backpack?", I inquired.
"Everything I own, Master," she replied. I was a little surprised, but shrugged and started the car.
It was an hour drive to the mountains, so when we got onto the highway, I turned to Nadia and said "Take off your clothes. All of them."
Nadia glanced around - I could see concern in her eyes.
"But what - what if someone sees me?", she asked.
I glared over at her.
"You need to follow my every command, Nadia! Without question! And on top of that, you neglected to address me as master!" I yelled.
Her concern was replaced by fear. Raw, primal fear.
"I'm so sorry, Master," She immediately stripped, and did not even hesitate at the panties. She sat buck naked next to me in the car.
"Now, I want you to throw your clothes out the window," I commanded.
She paused for a minute, then realized it. She rolled down the window and chucked her clothing out, onto the highway.
She rolled up the window and took a deep breath, her worry showing.
"You just screwed up, Nadia. Expect harsh punishment tonight."
NEXT CHAPTER: Nadia and Bobby's night in the cabin.
===CHAPTER 3===
NOTE: this chapter goes back and forth between Nadia and Bobby's experiences during their night.
On Saturday night, I picked up Bobby. He was wearing a sleeveless T-Shirt and tiny short shorts that barely got past the crack of his ass. The boy liked to dress like a slut. As soon as we reached the highway, he followed my orders, stripped, and disposed of his clothes. Unlike Nadia, however, he didn't bring anything else with him, let alone another pair of clothes. I saw the worry on his face.
"Don't worry, Bobby. You need to have complete trust in your Master. You must know in your heart that what I am doing is the best for you.". I told him.
We drove another 15 minutes in silence until we started heading into the isolated country roads.
"Bobby, unzip my fly and begin sucking me off. I have a present for you," I ordered. Bobby quickly bent down over the seat, undid my zipper, pulled down my underpants and unsheathed my dick. He licked his lips as he made them into an O, and slowly pressed it into his mouth.
Now for the surprise.
"Bobby, this is a gift, I expect you to take all of it. Do not spill a drop,". I explained, and then I vegan pissing upwards into Bobby's mouth. He squirmed a little bit as he struggled to swallow all of my 'gift'. Finally my stream lessened and stopped. Bobby had indeed managed to swallow it all., his face tormented and disgusted. I guess he didn't like the taste.
I smiled at him. "Good boy. Keep sucking now."
ON FRIDAY NIGHT:
Nadia scooped up the last drop of piss from her chin and then sucked on it, getting all the piss she could. She smiled at me as she went back down onto my dick, sucking and stroking.
Knowing I was close to orgasm, I make her stop. She sits up and wipes her mouth, a little disappointed.
“Reach into the backseat and pull out my knapsack, Nadia.” I said. She does just that. I briefly look through it, hands still at the wheel, and take out two nipple clamps – the cruelest nipple clamps known to man. They had serrated, sharp edges, made to dig into the skin. I instructed her to put them on. She did, without hesitation.
As soon as the nipple clamps were on, sharply pressing into her sensitive nipple, she began to moan with pain. Next, I told her to take a safety pin out of the bag. She held it limply, a little scared of the pain thus little thing could inflict.
"How much are you willing to do for your Master, Nadia?". I asked. She looked at me, her eyes pleading for more.
"Anything, Master."
I nod. "I want you to pull that pin through the skin of your clitoris."
She sweat nervously, preparing for the worst, as she sat back, readying the pin next to her clit. Finally, she leans forward and pierces the skin on her clit with the pin. She screams out in pain, but her fingers keep pushing until I see the pin make it's way out, pushing out of the skin like a needle sewing cloth.
She finally orgasms, wave after wave of pleasure slamming into her body through the pain. She puts her hands up, tears of pain and joy in her eyes. The safety pin is held in place under a small flap of skin.
"Thank you so much, Master." she whispers meekly to me.
ON SATURDAY NIGHT:
Bobby screams as the needle goes through his scrotum and out the other side. Already wearing a harsh cock ring that is making his package swollen and purple, the needle is causing him more pain than he can bear. But his body still betrays him, his prick still standing at attention, precum dripping onto the chair where Nadia spilt her juices last night.
Bur before Bobby can beg to take off the torture devices, we turn a corner and the isolated Cabin comes into view. "We're here.". I say plainly.
I got out of the car and helped the limping Bobby into the cabin.
The cabin was not a large place by any means. There was a small living room, a tiny kitchen, and an upstairs that consisted of one large bedroom.
As soon as I got Bobby and my bags in, I turned on the heater and instructed Bobby to remove the needle and cock ring, which turned out to be just as painful as putting them on.
I instructed Bobby to stand up and I observed his already abused package. Slapping it, Bobby winced.
"Do you like being hurt there?"
ON FRIDAY NIGHT:
I slapped Nadia's pussy again, and tossed the sweaty safety pin aside. She nearly doubled over, panting and crying.
"I said do you like being hurt there, Nadia?" I repeated.
"Yes, Master, I like being hurt there."
"Do you get off on it?"
"Yes, Master."
I smiled at her, and began to pinch her nipples, still sore from the clamps. "Then you know you are a pain slut," I said. She nodded. I took both nipples and kneaded them in my hands. Then I stopped, leaving her wanting more.
"But being my slave is not just pleasure and pain. There are also a series of domestic chores you must perform every day without fail. This is the purpose of this trip. An audition. Do you understand?" I lecture.
"Yes, Master. I will do all the chores you want me to do, Master,". She replies.
"Good," I replied, "Come with me to the bathroom."
ON SATURDAY NIGHT
Bobby licked off the top of the toilet seat, then the bottom, and the sides, before I finally sat down.
He stood up to leave.
“Wait, Bobby. Where do you think you’re going?” I asked. Bobby stopped and kneeled in front of me. “There is a toilet here, Bobby, but I do not intend on using it.”
His eyes widened as he understood.
“Open your mouth, Bobby, but do not swallow until I say so.” I ordered. He did so, and I pissed for the second time into his mouth. Once again, he grimaced at the taste. When the piss filled up his mouth, I stopped.
I took my foot and placed it on his erect dick, then pressed down with force until his dickhead hit the tile floor. Groaning in pain, his eyes closed in agony. “You may swallow now.” I said.
“Did you see that, Bobby? I ‘flushed’ you. That is how I will signal I want you to swallow from now.” I explain. Bobby doesn’t look happy.
ON FRIDAY NIGHT
Nadia is in heaven. She gargles the urine slightly before swallowing it down. I remove my foot from her wet pussy. “That’s how I will signal I want you to swallow, do you understand, Nadia?”
“Yes, Master,” came the reply.
I stand up and lead her out of the bathroom. Checking the time, it is nearly 8pm. I instructed her to kneel before me.
“The other chores include cleaning of the house, cooking my meals, taking out the garbage, and making sure the house is orderly. All of this, like everything else, you will accomplish naked.”
I watch her face. She still shows no sign of wanting out. I point over to a luggage suitcase I brought with me.
“Now, a test. Take that suitcase and bring it upstairs. Make my bed and prepare anything you see in there. If it is a toy, I want you to use it on yourself as you see fit. If it is something to build, you built it. Understood?”
She nods.
“You have 20 minutes to complete this task. Go now.”
ON SATURDAY NIGHT
After about 20 minutes, I headed upstairs. Bobby had succeeded in making my bed and constructing the makeshift cage. He had also locked onto himself a particularly nasty, spiked chastity belt. If he were to soften from his erection, his prick would find itself impaled on the inner spikes.
I smiled at him.
FRIDAY/SATURDAY NIGHTS
I fucked Nadia, but just made Bobby give me a 2 hour long blowjob. No need to waste that virginity yet. I forbade Nadia from having an orgasm until after I had finished. I then poured hot fax on her tits and fucked her pussy with a hot sauce covered dildo. She came within minutes.
The next morning, Bobby and Nadia were instructed to get up at 5am – this was actually a leisurely time to awaken, compared to what would come. They were to clean the house, shave, and complete a 2-mile run around the property, which I got up early enough to watch them complete.
Then they made me breakfast, and, at my request, woke me up with a blowjob. After taking my piss (Nadia happily, Bobby disgustedly), we ate. They ate on the floor.
Around 8am, we talked.
I pitched slavery to Nadia and Bobby. I had decided each of them was worthy. I told them that they could sign a contract for 1, 3, 5 years or liftetime, and that at the end of that time, they would receive a sum of money: $1,000 after 1 year, $3,000 after 3, and $5,000 after five. Just enough to maybe restart their life.
Both of them inquired about lifetime. I told them it says what it means – once they came to my house, they would only leave for limited times and only with me. It would be total slavery.
I told them they had until 4 days from now to decide. If they decided within a day, they could choose any of the contracts. If within two days, they could only choose 3 or 5 years, or lifetime. After that, only 5 years or lifetime. In four days time, if they still wanted to be my slave, the only option was lifetime.
After that, I drove them home. I crossed my fingers, hoping that at least one of them made the decision to be my slave. I couldn’t be sure.
When I returned home on Sunday afternoon, there was nothing from Nadia.
On Monday, I heard nothing from either of them.
On Tuesday, I heard from both of them.
Nadia had chosen the 5 year contract. At this point, it was either that or lifetime. Bobby had chosen the 3 year contract.
I told them to meet with me at the hotel where we first met, an hour apart, for them to make their final decision.
IN CHAPTER 4: They make their final decision.
===CHAPTER 4===
I arrived at the hotel a half hour early, making sure the two contracts were in pristine condition.
Nadia was the first to arrive, as usual. She was carrying her backpack, and she stripped as soon as she entered the room.
“You’re learning, I see.” I comment.
“A slave is not worth clothes, sir. Especially in her Master’s presense.
I nodded in agreement. "Very well. Kneel." I command. She kneels, lowering her head to look at the floor.
"Since you waited three days to make up your mind, you have only the Five year contract and the Lifetime contract as options. This is your final decision, Nadia. Your last chance to back out. You can either choose to leave, and never see me again, or sign for 5 years or forever. Which will it be?". I ask.
She looks up, her eyes lustful and pleading. "I will sign the five year contract, Master." she answers.
I smile. "Good choice."
I pull out the small packet of papers and out then on the ground next to Nadia.
"Tell me when you are ready to sign." I tell her.
It read:
SLAVE CONTRACT:
I. ______, hereby referred to as the SLAVE, give complete control over my mind and body to _____, hereby referred to as the MASTER.
I certify that I understand and accept the following:
- That the Master will have all control over my body and its functions. Any disobedience will result in physical punishment including as but not limited to: whipping, forced exercise, electrocution torture, breathplay, forced sexual acts, and endurance torture.
- The Master has the privileges of power over body modifications of the slave. The Master may enforce on the slave any temporary/permanent body markings or modification, including but not limited to: Tattooing, piercing, branding, surgeries, and extreme genital mutilation such as castration. The slave shall have no say in any matters of their own body or appearance.
- The Master agrees to keep his slave alive and well.
- Punishment and pain will be used to keep the slave obedient and in line.
- All of the slave’s possessions will become Master’s to do with what he wants.
- The slave will be kept naked at all times. No exceptions, except when the slave goes out into public.
- Any rejection of anything the Master asks will be considered rejection of Master and 24 hours of pure torture is mandatory.
- The Master will supply a list of transgressions and their mandatory punishment. This list can and will be changed at any time by Master for any reason.
- At the end of this contract, the slave will have the option of leaving, collecting $5,000 and beginning life anew, or to extend the contract to a lifetime contract.
- If this is the case, after 8 years, a lifetime contract will become mandatory if Slave has experienced more than 50 orgasms in that time.
- If Slave refuses to sign a Lifetime contract, Slave will be let go wearing a permanent chastity belt and this form of consent will be kept to avoid legal action.
Signed, _____ (Slave)
And ________ (Master)
Nadia looked up at me, slightly worried. "You want to remove my clitoris?" she asked.
I smiled. "No. But I want to have the option to if... If you step out of line."
She bit her lower lip and reread the contract. Finally, she reached for a pen and held it to the paper.
"Before you do that, Nadia, realize that you are signing your life away for 5-8 years... Or forever."
She looked into my eyes. There was one last hesitation. The. She signed the contract, and slid it over to me. I signed as well.
"Do you have anything to pick up from the shelter?" I asked. She shook her head. "Good. Put your clothes on and wait in my car. It's unlocked. Enjoy your last hour of freedom." I demanded. She followed my directions and headed downstairs.
Now it was Bobby's turn.
Bobby arrived about 45 minutes later. I told him to strip, and he did so. He handed him a contract, and he read. His dick got harder as the contract went on – a telltale sign of a slave.
The contract was very similar to Nadia’s. Most obviously, it was only for three years, not five. I only had the option to extend it by 2 years without consent, and only 30 orgasms led to mandatory lifetime slavery. I was willing to let this clause go – it was obviously a trap, as I had control over their orgasms. But, surprisingly, neither Nadia nor Bobby expressed worry about that.
Bobby did, however, question my complete control over his body, specifically that I could order his castration. Like Nadia, I assured him that I did not want to, but wanted the option should Bobby rebel against me.
“Don’t worry. As long as you continue to be an obedient slave, you do not need to be worried about being castrated.” I calmly explained. During this entire discussion, his dick never budged from being rock-hard.
He nodded, then signed the paper. I smiled warmly.
“Do you need to pick things up at your home?” I asked. He shook his head.
“I have everything with me. I’ve already told my parents I’m leaving for a job in Thailand.” He explained.
I laughed to myself. The boy had some creativity. “Come with me.” I told him. He put on his clothes and we left the hotel room.
We headed outside, and down to the car. My car a medium-sized car, and was a dark brown color. The idea was not to make anybody look at it – to have it blend in. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see inside – specifically designed so that they worked at any angle.
After putting Bobby’s suitcase and backpack, containing all of his belongings he was bringing with him, I led him to the backdoor.
I led Bobby into the door and let him into the backseat. Nadia was already on the other side, and she looked surprised to see Bobby.
The two met for the first time, not with a handshake, or with a smile, but each with a menacing glare – I could tell what they were thinking: Competition.
Bobby sat down next to Nadia, and the two were silent. I climbed into the driver’s seat and turned around to face them.
“Bobby, meet Nadia. Nadia, meet Bobby. You both responded to my ad at the same time. I tried out both of you hours apart. You will be slaves together.” I explained. The two looked at me with varying degrees of apprehension.
I got back in the seat and started the car.
“We’re going to the airport.” I say.
Nadia speaks up. “Why are we going to the airport, Master?” She responds. I glare over at her.
“It is not the slave’s position to ask questions, Nadia, you know that. However, since you will find out eventually, we will be flying to Singapore, then flying back. The total trip should take about 44 hours. Including a short layover in Singapore.”
They looked confused. Nearly 2 days in an airplane? Why?
They would soon find out why.
On the way there, I had Bobby and Nadia strip, and each piss into a red plastic cup. Then I had them drink it. Nadia was quick, although she professed she didn’t like the taste compared to mine. Bobby struggled to swallow it down but did eventually.
At the airport, we drove straight onto the runway to my private plane. This was no small private jet – more like a hollowed out passenger plane. Nadia and Bobby would soon experience the toys I had installed inside. I gave them trenchcoats to cover their nudity as they jogged up the stairs into the craft, carrying my luggage as well as theirs’.
When I joined them, I found them on the floor of the plane, having stripped off the trenchcoats. Nadia was dripping wet; Bobby hard and dipping.
In my plane, there was only one chair – my throne. To the sides were pads with chains and straps attached – that was where Bobby and Nadia were to sit. Behind them, a portable dungeon of torture devices.
In the cockpit were two pilots, both discreetly paid a handsome amount to ferry this plane wherever it needs to be, and to never leave the cockpit.
I conferred with them for a few minutes about the flight plan, and then we set off.for Singapore, with an expected flight length of about 19 hours.
I strapped Nadia and Bobby into their “seats” and seated myself on my throne. I almost ignored them for the first few hours, watching a movie in the theatre system set up inside the plane, then reading a magazine. Neither Bobby nor Nadia complained or made a sound, but were still horny, possibly even hornier, by the end of the first 3 hours of flight time.
It was time to make them far hornier. I put in a pornographic film on the theatre. Soon the large screen at the front of the plane was filled with a BDSM film – a man was dominating a young couple, each naked and strapped to a bench. He was whipping them mercilessly.
I have to admit, I watched this film myself many, many times while I was searching for slaves. I silently congratulated myself on gaining both a male and female slave – all the types of domination and torture I fantasized about I would be able to make happen – whether it be male or female in type.
In the film, the slaves were whipped, then each took turns deepthroating their Master. Afterwards, they were pissed on and then forced to piss in each others mouths. Then they were each fucked in the ass, followed by the big finale – each were jizzed on by a whole group of watchers – a virtual shower of semen.
After that video, I turned off the screen and assessed the arousal levels of Bobby and Nadia. Bobby remained hard, although he seemed to have exhausted himself of his precum. Nadia had made the carpet underneath her wet, but was not dripping any more.
“What’s wrong, Nadia?” I asked. “Why aren’t you dripping?”
She looked up at me, ashamed. “I do not know, Master. Forgive me.” She responded. I nodded and strapped her feet to the floor, far apart. I walked over and did the same to Bobby.
“Goodnight, slaves.” I said.
And with that, I lowered by throne to a complete bed, and went to sleep.
I woke up about 10 hours later. The flight only had about 6 hours left. I unhooked Nadia and told her to crawl over to me and suck my dick. She crawled over, and, without hesitation, took my hard dick down her throat in the first attempt. She settled into a rhythm of sucking and stroking.
Bobby watched on enviously, his hips beginning to try and thrust upwards, his dick throbbing.
I pissed in Nadia’s mouth, and she didn’t even blink as she continued to suck. I patted her on the head and she looked up at me, not taking her mouth off my dick.
I lifted her off and walked over and unhooked Bobby.
I instructed him to kneel between Nadia's legs and lick her pussy as she gave me a blowjob. Nadia thanked me profusely as she continued to suck me off.
However, I also took the painful nipple clamps and put them on Nadia's nipples. She yelped on my dick as Bobby kept licking. She was getting close. Finally, I pinched her nipple clamps hard - the clamps dug into her skin like little needles That was enough to put her over the edge. She screamed like a little girl as she orgasmed.
Without me having orgasmed, I told her to head back to her pad. Bobby looked up at me, eager for the same treatment.
"Sorry, Bobby. Nadia signed a 5-year contract, and is thus clearly more devoted and committed and worthy of an orgasm. You are not." I explained harshly.
Bobby frowned, but nodded, his dick still hard.
I locked him up back at his pad.
The rest of the trip passed uneventfully. I needed to hammer into these slaves that they were there for my pleasure, and not to fulfill their fetishes – therefore, I could use them or not use them at my discretion.
The plane touched down in Singapore, which jolted Bobby and Nadia awake. I looked over at them and smiled.
“We’re here.”
They wouldn’t know what happened next. I wrapped blindfolds around their eyes and cuffed their hands behind their back, then marched them out of the plane.
Nadia and Bobby could feel their bare feet hit the pavement and marched across the tarmac. They were shoved hastily into the backseat of a car, and driven off.
I went back to my car and sat down. It would be another 4 hours until Nadia and Bobby would return. And when they were returned, they would be different.
My good friend Dr. Kobayashi had a practice in Singapore, and it was there that many Americans went – for the legality of such things as surgery were much looser there. I could practically have him do whatever I wanted to Nadia and Bobby – and I was going to.
Nadia was to have breast implants – to raise her from a barely-there 30AA breasts to big, full DDDDs. In addition, she will receive piercings in her nipples, clitoris and two in her outer labia. A tattoo, “SLAVE NADIA” will be drawn just above her pussy with a stylized “Slave” tattoo just above her ass crack.
Bobby won’t get off much easier. He will get a pierce albert piercing, the “Slave Bobby” tattoo just above his genitals and the Slave tattoo on his lower back, and a special branding, my own design, on the skin between his testicles and his asshole.
When the operations were complete, both Nadia and Bobby were masturbated to orgasm. The rings in Nadia’s clitoris and Bobby’s penis were actually a tiny sensors. It recorded their orgasm so after, whenever they orgasm, I will be notified through a small watch they gave me. It will also keep a tally of their orgasms, so I will always be able to tell when they cum without my permission.
About four hours later, Bobby and Nadia returned, asleep. They were strapped down in the plane. They stayed there for the rest of the trip.
In 19 hours, the plane touched down at my estate in Montana. It was time for Nadia and Bobby’s orientation.
==CHAPTER 5==
Nadia, chest still bandaged, and Bobby, walking gingerly, stepped outside and walked down the airplane steps, marveling at the sight in front of them. This wasn’t just my house. This was an estate.
In the distance they saw trees, wilderness. In front of them was my house – more a castle then a house, really. Built to my specifications, it has a west, east, and center wing, plus many helpful accoutrements, ready for Nadia and Bobby.
Behind them, the plane was automatically refueled and it took off, the pilots flying themselves home. That’s how I like things. Clean. One hand washes the other.
It was then that Nadia and Bobby, standing completely nude, now parked permanently as my property, at my escape-proof estate, truly realized the irreparable damage they had done to the lives they had left behind. As much as the contract might allow it.. There was no turning back.
"My neighbors are twenty miles away in any direction. The trees surrounding us go about a mile before there's an electric fence that'll stun you." I explained plainly. "No second thoughts, slaves. You made your decisions. Now you have to live with them."
I told them to pick up their luggage and mine as we headed to the house. It was a good 5 minutes until we reached the front door to the massive mansion, and it was already getting dark.
I unlocked the door with a simple fingerprint scan - peanuts in terms of the technology I have access to.
I led them into the front hall, and they gasped. The ceilings, high and painted with murals, the marble floors, fireplace, and giant staircases leading upwards just astounded them.
"Come on." I hurried. They hustled to follow me through the house. I pointed out some of the greek nude statues in the house, the paintings. This "center" wing was the one for guests. It was presentable. Appropriate. I would wait a little before showing Bobby and Nadia the east or west wings – the “personal” ones.
I led Nadia and Bobby into the backyard, facing a wide expanse of field. There was a small building in the field, near the treeline - Bobby and Nadia would discover that later. I led them down the patio to a large, concrete hole in the pavement.
I tossed in their luggage - Nadia's backpack, Bobby's suitcase. Then, I took a match, and burned them. Nadia and Bobby watched in horror. I turned to them, fire in my eyes.
"Your old life is over. It doesn't matter. You are my slaves now, and I will treat you like it! Get down on the fucking ground, both of you!" I yelled.
They were quick to lie prostrate against the cold, hard ground. I put my foot against Bobby's cheek and pushed him harder into the pavement.
"Your new life begins as your old one did. Naked. Scared. Alone."
I turned to Nadia and felt up her smooth, soft ass.
"You will experience more here than you can even imagine. Deeper levels of pain and greater levels of pleasure than ever before," I expained.
I felt Nadia’s pussy. As I suspected, it was wet. I leaned down and bit her ear softly. “Nasty slut,” I whispered.
Then I stood up, and ordered Nadia and Bobby to follow me into the house. By now their last possessions were now charred shells of what they were – just like their lives.
I took them for a tour of the house. I slept on the top floor, the sixth floor, in a luxurious bedroom in a lower, accessible by elevator, which could oversee the entire property. Of course, it wasn’t all luxurious – especially not for Nadia and Bobby. Two squares of hard tile in the back corner were surrounded by bars – their sleeping areas.
The bars were built into the wall and floor and the cage itself couldn’t have measured more than three feet by four feet – not enough for either of them to fully stretch out and lie comfortably. But that wasn’t the point at all, was it?
“This is where you will sleep. Eventually, you may earn a pillow – even a blanket. Possibly, if you prove yourself as a slave, you may even gain the privilege of sleeping without the bars.” I said. They looked hopeful, but I shook my head. “Unfortunately, that is years away. Nadia, I could see you earning a pillow in a few years. Bobby, I don’t think your contract shows you are dedicated enough to deserve any more than this.”
Bobby’s eyes softened, sad. My plan was working perfectly. But more on that later.
I led them down and then into the West Wing. This was my favorite section of the house. It included a private cinema, library, gym, and bowling alley. The cinema and library were stocked with the most hardcore BDSM porn films and fiction I could find – hopefully by requiring it for Nadia and Bobby I could expand their personal limits to nothingness.
Even better was the dungeon. Located strategically behind a bookcase, ensuring it would never be discovered, it look a couple minutes, by stairs, to reach, located far underground, as were several rooms in the complex.
I never much liked the “classic” dungeon look – stone, dirt, rats… This was much cleaner and more functional. It had the look of dangerous hospital room. It was made of white and grey tile. The walls were adorned with cabinets, sinks and drains, all fitted for discipline use. This dungeon would be used several times a day, I planned. It had the simple pleasures of slavery: Whips, canes, gags, racks, and fucking machines. I planned to use this for daily discipline, to keep them in line, even if they hadn’t done anything deserving of punishment.
Bobby and Nadia looked frightened by this room. I awaited gleefully their reaction to the other two dungeons in the house.
The second dungeon, in the “center” wing, was to be used if they did something deserving of punishment. It was slightly bigger, but had a similar build. The types of implements within, though, made Bobby and Nadia freeze with horror. Needles. Tattoos, piercing, branding. Electroshock therapy. Breath play. All could be and would be done in this room. They realized maybe my permanent markings on their body had not yet come to an end. I don’t think they realized, however, that it would never.
This dungeon was for relatively minor infractions. This included, as I listed to my slaves: “Missing a spot while cleaning. Undercooking or overcooking my meals. Forgetting to refer to me as ‘Master’ in every sentence. Spilling any amount of my piss or cum – even a single drop. Bobby – not being hard in my presence. Nadia – not being wet in my presence.” I explained.
The final dungeon, in the sadistic East Wing, was for the major infractions. Premature ejaculation. Having an orgasm without my permission. Not swallowing my piss or cum purposefully. Resisting any of my orders at any time for any reason. Acting violent. Touching me in any way without permission.
What was in that final dungeon? They would hopefully never find out.
Also in the East Wing was a private doctor’s office and operation room – for Bobby and Nadia’s checkups and medical procedures, they wouldn’t have to leave the property. It also included a prison – or, more accurately, a series of prison-style cells to be used if I acquired any more slaves (which was expected, eventually). The rest of the East Wing was made up of several bedrooms (for guests), a theater specifically designed for slaves to put on “shows” of torture, an indoor swimming pool and Jacuzzi, and an extensive storage area.
After finishing the tour, I pointed out the large deck at the edge of the West Wing, which had a large outdoor swimming pool. “I hope you can both hold your breath for a long time.” I warned ominously.
I led them to a sitting room in the Center Hall and after making a drink for myself, sat down on a large, red, comfortable chair and had them kneel on the hard ground in front of me. I checked my watch.
“It is now 7 pm. That is dinner time. Soon I will put you both to work in the kitchen making my supper. But first, I am giving you time, right here, to ask me three questions. Three questions each. After that, you will begin working and you will never stop working for me. You will have no right to ask questions or speak at all unless I give you permission.” I paused, letting that sink in. “But for now, you have three questions each. Use them wisely.”
Bobby slowly raised his hand. I nodded to him. He spoke slowly and cautiously. “What happens at the end of our contract, Master?”
I smiled to him. “That is assuming your contract will ever end, Bobby. But I guess hypothetically, if you did decide to betray your Master and stop serving him, I would put you right back where you started. With the small payment owed.” Bobby looked surprised by my characterization of leaving when the contract was up as ‘betraying me’.
I had a plan. And I was going to stick to it. These next years of enslavement will be headed towards them extending their contracts to life contracts. Not that they had much control over that. There was a stipulation in the contract that if they had a certain number of orgasms they would be forced to become lifetime slaves. And I planned on making that number happen exactly. Not one more, not one less.
Nadia had a question. “What is in the third dungeon, Master?”
“The third dungeon holds all the punishments for the very worst offenses. The ones that are a personal insult against your Master. What kind of punishment does disobeying your Master deserve, Nadia?” I responded. That was food for thought. I would let her imagination run wild.
Bobby inquired about food. I told them both of them that their nutrition intake would consist of two highly nutritious protein shakes per day, flavored and seasoned by semen – human and animal. That would be what they would eat as my slaves. I did promise, though, that human food may be offered as a reward for excellent behavior.
Nadia asked about leaving the property. I shut down any hope of that and said it would never happen.
Bobby asked about calling relatives. I said he could talk to his parents once a month, in phone conversations monitored by me. I also noted that if he “made the honorable decision” to become my lifetime slave, we would take trips and potentially leave the property for a few days at a time. But only if he made the “full commitment” to me.
Nadia thought carefully about her last question. Finally she looked up and spoke:
“Will you have other slaves besides us, Master?” She asked softly.
I could understand her worry. Up until yesterday, she believed she was my only slave, the object of my complete attention and affection. She met Bobby, however, and competition and jealousy could become a component. She worried it might get worse.
“I might. I might very well might. But that is none of your concern, Nadia. Your concern is to pleasure me And that is it.” I replied.
I stood up, and pointed out into the fields behind the complex.
“See back there? There is a track, a soft grass track, that does around the entire property. It is about 10 miles long. Each and every morning, when you are woken up at 5am, I expect both of you to come out here and run the 10 mile track. In case you are wondering, there is no cheating. There are cameras stationed every mile and I will be able to see if you walk, or cut any of the track.”
I decided I might as well tell them the rest of the morning.
“You will return to the house and have until 8am to cook my breakfast and use your tongues to clean the West and Central wing dungeons. At exactly 8am I expect to be awoken the natural way – with one of you sucking on my dick, taking my piss and my cum without my it ever leaving your mouth. After that, our day will start proper.” I explained.
Then I led them through a hallway into the dining room and, behind a wall, the huge kitchen. I ordered them to get to work, telling them to cook me a prime rib steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, and corn. Did I mention this was all from scratch? They had the raw meat, potatoes, and the stalks of corn. I ordered it to be finished within one hour.
I knew this was not possible.
I went upstairs to my computer, the same one I had put the ad in. I opened up two folders on the computer – one was labeled “NADIA SHAH”. The other, “BOBBY MORRIS”. These folders had the complete video footage of the encounters in the motel room (both of them), the cabin, and the car. It had photos, taken by paid surveillance agents, of both of them in the days between our meets. I had them watched 24/7 between them writing to me with their info and them signing the contract and becoming my slaves.
I chuckled to myself. It had all gone perfectly.
I spent the next hour checking e-mails, responding to some, and watching the video feeds of Nadia and Bobby fervently working in the kitchen. I switched between several CCTV cameras – I had about 500 installed throughout the house, and another 100 around the property. Wherever they were, Nadia and Bobby were never unseen.
I checked the time. It was already 8:23.
I marched down to the kitchen and demanded to know why my dinner was not ready at the 8:00. They both fell to their knees and begged for more time. I felt lenient, so I gave them an extra 30 minutes.
However, before I left, I unwrapped Nadia’s breasts. Bigger they were, and even she were surprised by them, and maybe even a little afraid of them. They would remain sensitive for the next couple of weeks, but that wouldn’t stop me from anything, the good surgeon told me.
At 8:45, they said they were done. They presented me with my steak, potatoes, and corn. I instructed them to kneel at my feet as I ate. Feeling a little experimental, I decided to have them lie down on the dining table, which I lowered until it was at knee level. I scooped my mashed potatoes and dumped them between Nadia’s breasts, pouring the gravy on top, spilling it across her nipples. She squealed softly, but otherwise did not make a sound. I then put the corn on her belly.
I turned to Bobby and flipped the steak onto his flat stomach, near his penis, still erect like a pole. I then positioned Nadia and Bobby next to each other and ate my dinner. I worried Bobby a little bit with my steak knife cutting up the steak, but I managed to avoid cutting his stomach. They stayed deadly still. I finished off the corn and mashed potatoes off an unmoving Nadia, then licked the remains off of her tits.
The human plates had worked out well. I announced to both of them that this was how I wanted all my future meals to be eaten – off of my slaves. No more dishes – I reasoned it takes too much time to wash them. However, it would be up to them the way they would keep the food on top of them or within easy reach. That should be interesting when I would ask them to serve soup.
After dinner, I took them to the first dungeon and strapped them both down to a table. They were ready for their first basic punishment session. I warned them that although I was letting them off the hook this time, any time they were late with any meal in the future would mean a session in the second dungeon.
I gagged both of them and proceeded to cane their backs until they were red. Then, without a word, I proceeded to whip their genitals – they both screamed through the gag. However, all of us knew they would have to grow used to this kind of pain. This would happen daily, and it would become a fact of their life.
After tormenting their backsides, I turned them around, strapped them down, and brutally whipped their fronts – Nadia’s tits were crisscrossed with red marks, and Bobby didn’t get off any easier.
Pained and sore, I turned off the light in the dungeon and left them there, noting they were both still obviously aroused by the end of the session.
I went back up to my room and watched them squirm through a night CCTV camera while finishing up some work. After about an hour, at 11:00 pm, I went back downstairs and turned on the light. I was pleased with what I saw.
Nadia and Bobby were both still awake, still aroused, still squirming against their restraints. As I walked in, Bobby’s dick, if that was even possible, seemed to get harder.
I untied Nadia and Bobby and instructed them to follow me. I led them to my room. It was time for something special to happen to celebrate their first night.
“Bobby, lean forward, grab the legs of the bed, and present your ass to me.” I ordered. He did just that, putting himself in prime position.
I walked over to a cabinet and took out a six inch roll of sandpaper. I gave it to Nadia. “Wrap this around Bobby’s dick and jerk him off with it.” I told her. She took position underneath Bobby, so when I stood behind him, I stood just over her chest and laid out body. I lowered my pants and underwear.
Bobby looked rightfully nervous and frightened as I opened his ass cheeks to look at his puckered asshole. His virginity was about to be taken very harshly. He looked down to see Nadia apply the rough sandpaper to his dick and he knew this was going to be one of the most painful experiences of his life.
I leaned down and swabbed my dick on Nadia’s pussy until it was glistening with pussy juices. As I stood up, I noticed Nadia frown, disappointed she would not be on the receiving end of my dick tonight. But she knew soon she would get more dick than she wanted. I rubbed my dickhead up and down Bobby’s asshole, Nadia’s pussy juices serving as lube as I probed his hole with my finger.
Finally, I figured his hole was lubed enough after returning to Nadia’s pussy twice for more, and I pressed my dickhead into his asshole.
Bobby groaned. Enough with taking things slowly. I looked down at Nadia. “Begin jerking him off now, Nadia.” I ordered.
Then, I leaned back and slammed my dick into Bobby’s asshole until it was buried to the base. Bobby screamed a deep, guttural scream. I didn’t take mercy as I pummeled his ass, as Nadia jerked him off – I heard sickening scrapes of flesh against sandpaper as Bobby’s shaft was tortured and pleasured at the same time.
Bobby’s screams never stopped, but he never said a word to tried to stop the proceedings.
I could sense that Bobby was getting close so I slowly said, “Do not cum, Bobby.” However, I did not tell Nadia to stop masturbating him, and I continued to fuck him hard.
I reminded him, “Do not cum, Bobby.” As I felt him get closer and closer.
Finally, he could take it no more. “Do not DARE CUM, BOBBY!” I screamed at the top of my voice. Nadia’s hands kept moving up and down, and I knew Bobby wouldn’t be able to help himself.
I exploded inside his ass, spewing deep into his bowels. This must have set him off, because before I could issue another warning he came all over Nadia’s face and the tile floor.
My watch beeped, and I glanced at it – a “1” appeared next to the “BOBBY” counter on the watch. “NADIA” remained at 0.
I pulled out, instructing Nadia to suck my cum out of Bobby’s asshole, however leaving the semen on her face.
I stood Bobby up, and softly told him to lick his cum off the floor. He looked guilty and scared – not only did he directly disobey me, he also committed one of the worst acts a slave could, orgasming without permission.
As he began licking up his cum, biding time before his inevitable harsh punishment, I glanced at his dick – red, scraped, and raw, however not bleeding. Good.
When Nadia was finished sucking my cum out of Bobby’s asshole, I instructed her to wipe the cum off of her face and swallow it. That she did without hesitation, and was soon waiting for her next order. I told her to head down to the kitchen and prepare the celebratory dessert for tonight – apple pie a la mode.
As she turned to leave, I made sure she saw me kick Bobby in the balls, making him fall onto his back, adding to his already nearly unbearable pain his dick and balls had faced today.
Nadia hesitated, watching Bobby squirm in pain on the ground, as she turned and left the room to head down to the kitchen.
I squatted down next to Bobby, looking at him from above. “You fucked up. You disobeyed a direct order. You came without permission, and your dick is currently flaccid.” To make a point, I grabbed his soft dick and pinched it with my finger.
“I warned you to never disobey me. To never cum without permission. And to always be hard in my presence. You will pay for this failure three times over. As I am feeling generous, I will put off your punishment until tomorrow. But don’t expect me to be so merciful next time.” I warned.
To be truthful, I wasn’t being merciful – I just wanted his dick and balls to heal a bit before I tortured them even more.
I brought Bobby downstairs with me, and per my order, I found Nadia lying on the lowered dining room table, a scrumptious looking piece of apple pie, topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, held together by her heavy breasts.
I told Bobby to lie down on the floor, and I proceeded to sit on top of his chest as I ate the pie. It must have been painful, but at this point, he must have believed he deserved it.
When I finished the pie and licked the remains off of Nadia’s tits, it was around 11:30.
I brought both my slaves up the elevator to my room, where I prepared them for sleep in their cages. Then, in a symbolic act of the first night as my slave, I presented them both with their slave collars. They were simple, thin, and unobtrusive, allowing full motion of the head. More importantly, though, it was functional. At the press of a button, they could shock and even knock them unconscious. I thought of it as a safety device.
I took two electric dildos and stuck one in Nadia’s pussy in the other in Bobby’s sore asshole, and locked them in their cages. I informed them that at 5 am these dildos would vibrate violently, their cue to get up. The bars would unlock at 5 am as well.
I turned to look out the large windows on the left and right of the giant room. I sighed as I looked at my property, then turned back to look at my human property.
“Tomorrow, Nadia, you will taste all my land has to offer.” I said, then smiled cruelly. “And tomorrow, Bobby, you will taste hell.”
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