"Ah, you're awake," a deep male voice said behind her. She turned to see a tall man dressed in black pants and a crisp, white button down shirt, open at the neck. "Who are you?" He smiled and said, "Why, your new Master, of course." She shook her head in disbelief. "No, I have no Master. This is a mistake!" He moved to the kitchen as she spoke, and she watched as he pulled a glass out of the cupboard and poured her some water from a pitcher in the refrigerator. He set the water on a table next to the couch, then reached down to her with his hand held out. Without thinking, she placed her hand in his, and he helped her stand. She was unsteady on her feet, and he held his arm around her and helped her to the couch, pulling her down next to him to sit and handing her the water. "Here, sip this slowly, it will help clear your mind." She struggled in vain to pull the tattered dress around her nakedness with one hand while sipping the water slowly as he suggested. "There's no need to cover yourself. You will always be naked in front of me," he said.
She shook her head. "There's a mistake, I don't belong here. I'm not a slave to anyone!" He chuckled softly, "No, not yet, of course not. I haven't made you mine quite yet. However, you will be my slave in all things. I bought you, and I will make you my slave." "Bought me?! From whom?" "The whom does not matter, Girl. Someone you know owed a debt, and I paid for it in exchange for you." He had been anticipating her for weeks, preparing for this night. He had researched her life fully, made sure that no one would miss her for the month it would take him to train her properly. He had even had his personal assistant pay her bills, and purchase a replacement for the dress that hung in tatters on her lush frame, enjoying the way the turquoise sequins shimmered over her body.
She still struggled to comprehend this situation. "Someone will report me missing, they'll find me," she thought. "I just have to keep my wits about me, and stay alive." As if reading her mind, he said, "You are in no danger here, Girl. I have purchased you for my pleasure, and will keep you safe. Your bills have been paid for. Your family and friends will think that you have been whisked away on a vacation with a handsome man." "What? How?" She asked, stunned. "My personal assistant has access to your social media, and will update it periodically with photos of us together in different places." "But my job...." she began, "There will be no need for you to make money while you're under my care," he interrupted her.
"Now, to begin your training, I'd like you to stand up in front of me." he said, his tone firm. She stood, still stunned by this situation, trying to cover her nakedness, praying that the dim lighting helped cover her body from his gaze. "Look at me, Girl." he said, and her eyes darted up to his face. It was the first time she had taken a good look at him. He was tall, his crisp shirt did nothing to hide a strong chest and arms before narrowing over his slim abs and into his black pants, an expensive belt looped at his waist. He had dark hair and eyes, and his skin appeared tan in the dim light, though it was difficult to tell. He sat with his arm thrown back over the back of the couch, and one arm on the arm of the couch, his hand holding a tumbler with dark liquid. He gave her a few moments to get a good look, her hands still trying to pull the dress closed in front of her, the silence thickening between them.
"Let the dress fall." he said, his tone again firm. She gasped. He waited. She pondered her options, bit her lip. He set his glass on the table next to him and stood suddenly and she let the dress fall from fear of what he would do if she did not, the suddenness of his actions making her decide. "MMMM much better," he said. "Don't keep me waiting again," he warned. He walked around her slowly, his gaze burning into her flesh. He lifted her hair, watched her shiver in reaction, pleased with her expressiveness. He ran his hand down her back softly, and down to her ass, caressing it softly. "Part your legs, Girl." he said quietly. She paused, and he slapped her ass, hard, once. "Part them now." he said. She moved her legs apart, and he reached between her legs, brushing his fingertip across her pussy lightly, and her asshole. He found her wet, not soaking, not yet, but wet, nonetheless. He smiled to himself, pleased.
He moved in front of her, replacing his smile with a bored expression, lifting each of her large breasts and watching them fall, pinching her nipples and pulling them, making her whimper, her eyes pleading with him. "Oh yes," he thought, "she will do very well." His hands moved down further, between her legs again, his fingers gently parting her folds, watching her face this time as he stroked her just a little. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. "You're wet, Girl." Her eyes flashed open, she felt shame, he could see it on her face. He raised his wet fingers to her mouth and said, "Open your mouth." She let her mouth fall open, and he said, "Suck me clean." She complied, and his eyes darkened with desire, his cock already rock hard under his pants.
He took her hand and told her, "Follow me. I want to inspect you further." She gasped as he led her into a room with a table, ropes on each side on either end. "Up on the table, Girl." he said. She paused, her breath ragged with fear. He slapped her ass a few times, making her yelp. "On the table. NOW." he said, his tone more harsh. She climbed onto the table. He began with her right wrist, wrapping the soft rope around it before pulling her right ankle up and tying them together. He repeated the same procedure on the other side then, pulled her body so that her ass was on the edge of the table, her legs spread to his view. He turned on a bright light, and pulled it close to her. "Mmmmmm, you have a very pretty pussy, Slave." She blushed and gasped upon hearing him say this. He reached between her legs, and spread her lips apart. "Beautiful pink hole just waiting for me to fuck it." she gasped again, much to his pleasure, making his cock twitch in his pants. "Show me how you clench your pussy, Girl." She thought for a moment, then pulled at the muscles that hold her urine in, pulsing them. "Very nice, Girl. Very nice."
He began rubbing her then, unable to resist the clit that was protruding at the top of her pussy. She whimpered, gasped, struggled against the ropes, her tits bouncing slightly. "You're so wet, Slut." She moaned as he called her that, and his cock began to leak pre-cum from its tip. "Do you want to be my Slut?" he asked, still rubbing her clit, ignoring the rest of her pussy though her hips were undulating slightly under his ministrations. "Do you?" he kept up the onslaught.
"Please, please," she cried out. "Please what, Slut?" he asked, keeping up the torture. She struggled against her bonds even more, fighting her body's urges, not wanting to cum in front of this man, not wanting to give into his sick desires. She felt her orgasm rushing forward, and just as she felt as though she was going to cum, he stopped, slapping her pussy and making her cry out. "You don't get to cum until you beg to be my Slut, and even then, you will have to ask my permission."
He left the room abruptly then, leaving her tied to the table gasping, writhing a little as she tried to gain release. "Oh, she will do very nicely," he thought. He watched her from a two way mirror as she squirmed on the table, and he pulled his cock out, stroking it, unable to help himself as he watched her, needing to cum so that he could regain control. He watched as she gave up trying to gain her release, and as tears streamed down the sides of her face in frustration. He came shortly after, releasing his cum into his hand, and then going to wash it, marveling at the amount. He went back to watch her, and she had calmed herself, her breaths even. She looked about to fall asleep when he reentered the room. He untied her, massaging her wrists and ankles briefly, then led her into his bedroom.
"The bathroom is through there," he said, pointing. "Go use the toilet, and get in the shower. You may not pleasure yourself. I will know if you do." She did need to relieve herself, she realized, and went into the bathroom without argument. The bathroom was warm, the lighting dim, as everywhere else she had been in his home. She glanced at the giant tub, longing for a soak, but was learning that when this man told her to do something, that she should do it, without question. She stepped into the marble tiled shower, closing the glass door behind her before starting the water. As it warmed, she noticed all the bath products that she used regularly were on a shelf, as well as some others, presumably belonging to this man. She was puzzled as to how he would have known what products she used.
She began washing her hair with the coconut shampoo and slowly began to feel more relaxed as the warm water poured over her. She turned to wash her face, and rinse it under the shower, and when she turned around, he was suddenly there, scaring her slightly with his closeness, his strong nude form alarming her. He held a loofah in his hand. "I will be washing you," he said. She bit her lip as he pulled her out of the water slightly and began running the loofah over her skin, the suds covering her. He worked methodically, his movements not sexual, but she couldn't help notice his large cock between his legs, hardening as he worked. When it came time to wash her sex, however, his manner changed.
He rubbed the loofah across her pussy lips, getting it soapy, and then ran it down her backside, his hands moving the suds between her ass cheeks. He stood to the side of her, pulling her close to his body as she gasped, and then one hand reached between her sudsy pussy lips, and the other back down to stroke her ass hole lightly with suds. She whimpered as he rubbed her there, and his cock grew harder at her hip. "Are you going to be my Good Slut?" She shook her head "No." and he stopped abruptly, moving her under the water to rinse her off, leaving her frustrated again, his touch again methodical. "You will wash me now," he commanded. And her eyes widened. He handed her the loofah, and his own shower gel, and she placed some in the sponge, and began rubbing it across his strong chest and arms, under his arms, and down his trim stomach. She knelt in front of him to soap up his legs, and his cock was inches from her face.
He looked down at her, tempted to force her to suck his cock, she looked so good down on her knees in front of him, but he knew he should wait. She walked around back of him and washed his back and ass, and once those were complete, he asked, faux innocently, "Aren't you forgetting something?" She gasped. She had washed all of him except his hard cock. "Use your hands to wash my cock, Slut." She grit her teeth at being called "Slut", and he smiled. She started to shake her head, and he abruptly pushed her up against the shower wall. "I don't think you want to know what will happen tonight if you do NOT wash my cock as you have been told." She whimpered as his fingers twisted and pulled at her nipples painfully.
He backed off of her, and she put some shower gel in her hands and began soaping up his cock, marveling at his size as it grew longer, thicker. He closed his eyes, enjoying her hands on his cock. "Don't forget my balls, Girl." he said. She reached under his thick cock and soaped up his balls. He could barely contain his moan, but managed. "That's enough, Slut." He stood under the shower and let the water wash away the soap, doing his best to force out his lustful thoughts, knowing he may not cum again that night.
He turned the water off, and grabbed a towel and began drying her off, then handing her one to do the same to him. She complied without argument or reluctance, he noticed. "Come to bed," he said, and there her willingness stopped. She balked. "You will sleep next to me in my bed, or I will tie you to the bedposts and you can sleep suspended from the ropes." She gasped, and crawled into his bed. He crawled in with her, pulling her against him, her back to his chest, his hard cock evident between them, pressed to her ass. Her whole body was tense against him, and he sighed, irritated. "It's time to sleep, Slut. You cannot sleep all tense like this." She shuddered, her arms covering her breasts. He reached around and pulled her arms away, then began caressing her breasts, kissing the back of her neck. She gasped, and he felt her body begin to warm to him again, despite herself. He reached his left hand down and stroked down her side and then between her legs, finding her warm, though not wet yet.
"Part your legs, Girl," he whispered in her ear, and she complied, too tired to fight him much longer and longing for an orgasm. He licked his fingers and rubbed them softly on her clit making her sigh and unconsciously thrust her pussy back towards his cock. "MMMMM... are you going to be my Slut?" he asked, and she closed her eyes and nodded. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to say it aloud, Girl. Are you going to be my Slut?" he asked, rubbing more firmly, driving her up closer to orgasm. "Yes!" she sighed out. "Yes, what, Girl?" "Please, don't make me say it!" she cried out, and he stopped rubbing her leaving her right on the edge of her orgasm yet again. She writhed, and he threw his leg over her, gripping her upper body. "Don't you DARE cum, Slut!" he growled. She gasped, her breath ragged, her whole body tense with need.
"Tell me you're going to be my Slut," he said softly. She pondered another moment then said softly, "Yes, I'll be your Slut." He turned her towards him then and covered her mouth with his, claiming her mouth, his tongue probing between her lips, swallowing her moan into his mouth. He climbed between her legs and thrust his giant cock up inside her deeply in one thrust, marveling at how tight she was, how wet. She cried out then, unaccustomed to a cock so large. He reached down and put his hand to her throat, and her eyes flashed open. "You will look at me when I claim you, Slut. You will not cum until I say so. Do you understand?" he said, thrusting in and out of her, letting her feel his whole length. She nodded her ascent, and he said, "Say it aloud, Slut." "Yes. I understand." she sighed as he continued to fuck her. "Yes, you understand MASTER." he said, fucking her harder. Moaning, she relented, "Yes, I understand, Master."
"MMMM Good Girl," he said, fucking her deeper, harder, his hand still over her throat, closing on it. He stilled his movements as he took her air from her. She writhed beneath him, her eyes filled with fear, her pussy tightening as she fought for air. He released her throat, and she gasped for breath, her pussy flooding around him, her clit hot and pulsing. He reached between their bodies, and rubbed her there, and her eyes widened in panic as she fought her orgasm. "Cum, Slut. NOW!" He growled, and she tensed, her eyes going blank, pussy tight on his cock, pulsing on him as she came, hard. Her pussy squirted on his cock, and he followed her into oblivion, cumming deep in her pussy. He kept thrusting, even after he was spent, his cock still hard inside her as he slowed his thrusts.
"Good Girl," he said, pulling out of her, then pulling her close to his chest, raising her chin to kiss her softly on the mouth. "Sleep now, your training begins tomorrow."
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