Ever wonder how dehumanization can become erotic ? It sometimes even puzzles me, yet here I kneel, wearing a catch, my Master 's collar, one I proudly sport.

It was a rainy day. The sun slid behind the clouds and I gripped the phone with my mightily hand staring down to the floor as if I was already before my Master.

'' You realize once you consent, it is no longer consensual ? '' He said with a tone that made me make how definite it was and how trivial control I would have ; already tone as if He had control over me.

I paused. Too long. I heard a resound CLICK.

Panic rose from my stomach and into my pharynx and I choked a niggling. I cradled the earpiece and got up to pace the floor. Should I call Him back ? Should I hold back ? What if He read my hestitation as Thomas More than fear of the unknown ? I picked up the phone. Did I have the authority to scream Him ?

I dialed His bit. I sat there in silence as the number of rings exceeded the automatic timing in my brain. He did not answer. I had carefully thought about this day and what it might impart and it never occured to me it would bring forth an incertain ending. This was ending with a inquiry mark instead of a period.

I had to get extraneous. But I had relied on his permission for months now to train me to obey. I had broken more than one rule today. I hestitated. That was one. I called Him without permission. That was two. Was he done with me or would he penalise me severely once I had signed the contract ?

quietus did n't come easily. I tossed and turned. I stared at the earpiece, willing it to ring. I wanted to obey. I wanted to submit myself to Him. Why was it so authoritative that I give myself to a Master I had yet to meet ? Sure, we had talked on the phone, skyped a few metre, I had been through respective training sessions via webcam, but never had I met Him. He said I must evidence myself suitable and I failed when he asked me the question.

I grew up in a very rigid home environment. My fanatically religious menage had driven me to interview things and I no longer believed in God as in any religious number but rather realized humans created the very essence of God by name and theory. man also took this exponent away from the word `` God '' and gave it back to mankind to do with it what they could or would.

I do n't think back when it started but I began to get pleasure from being humiliated by men and I wanted them to penalise me but to have intercourse me, unlike my father, who beat me, but without love and always attached to why God wanted him to. I abhored this. I came to hate my father. His very smile would wee me macabre to my breadbasket but I yearned for his love nonetheless. Pretty fucked up.

I went from man to man searching for the right counterpoise of being fucked, being owned, and being loved. That is a deadly combination if ever a man gets it right because then someone like me becomes puddy in their hands.

I chose to have no limits. No rubber intelligence. That would give me tycoon. I wanted no might. I wanted to fully submit to my Master and have Him have complete controller over me. Feeling helpless and vulnerable was what I craved. If I had to drink His urine right from the spout, I would. If I had to bend over and feel the hot lashes of a leather strap or a belt ammunition or wooden boat paddle, I would learn it. I wanted to cry. I needed that connection. I needed to know that the same hand that could hurt me, check me, teach me, could also have it off me and soothe me. I wanted to cognize that my lord 's big fucking cock could be rammed inside my asshole at any time and I would give birth no control over it.

I had searched for a long time and it happened. I found the perfect passe-partout. Wait, that is wrong. The perfect lord found me. And I had fucked it up. Royally.

The adjacent day I woke up after finally sleeping, although restlessly. No miss calls. I picked up the telephone set to see if there was a dial tone. There was. I could n't eat. clip to take some oral contraceptive. Benzos, narcotics, weed, sometimes Coke, it all helped to carry on with the emotional turmoil I was in. I just needed Him to make it all better. I would rather finger His anger than the emotional hurting I was in.

clock time became a blur. I created early user gens to go online to see if He was on the regular site where I had found this perfect Master. Green Inner Light was on ... He had moved on. My marrow sank. Time to throw some birth control pill down the hatch.

The phone was ringing. I thought. I could n't be sure since everything was still blurred from my despair. I picked up the phone and there was no dial step !

'' hello ? '' `` Hello ? ? '' .... my knuckles ashen from gripping the phone.

'' You do realise once you consent, it is no longer consensual ? ``

'' Yes, Sir. ''

I turned my eyes towards the flooring, even though He could n't see me, I needed to give him the respect he demanded.

'' tour yourself in by midnight tonight. lay down any and all system and say your good-byes. ``

Click.

I knew what I had to do.

I had no affiliation to home. I had written them out of my life a long time ago. I had packed what little I needed days ago. I cried. glad rent, uncertain tears, horny tears.

I spread my legs and my fingers parted my pussy lips. I was not moist. I was fucking wet. I put one fingerbreadth in, just feeling the hot liquidness that had formed knowing my lord was going to have me tonight. The hot swollen insides of my pussy produced so a great deal wetness I had made a puddle. I drew some of the gluey heart and soul up to my button and rubbed in R-2. Soon I would be with my victor. He would care for me. I knew it. It took no sentence at all for me to work myself into a frenzy. I was sweating and gasping. In and out. Circling my clit. My clit was pulsating, I was moaning, I was wet. I wanted to hold back, like He had taught me, like I had mastered, but I could n't. I felt myself coming and coming and it was a quake of muscle spasm that shook my body. Apparently I was n't as cultivate as I thought.

Midnight. I was on his threshold. I knew the communications protocol. We had gone over in time and prison term again. I kneeled down, gaze down to the ground. I was wearing a livid clothes with straps, underneath, nada. The wearing apparel was pure, unlike me. Since the dress was quite suddenly, the concrete of his porch was both low temperature and surd beneath my peg. My stifle would begin to hurt before I was brought inside, of that I was sure. I was to persist in that position, unsoiled, for as long as He saw fit.

daybreak broke, I was sore but awake. Alive. Anticipating.

The door opened.

I was n't allowed to front up but oh how I wanted to. I longed to stare into His centre and see if his eyes were warm up or cold.

'' feel at me. ''

I gazed up. Squinting at foremost. My center found His and they locked. There was a moment of understanding between the two of us. His eyes were not unkind but they were not eyes filled with love. I drowned in the pools of darkness centered and nearly filling out the areas of circular bluing. It took a moment but I realized He had me by the bridge player and was helping me up, our regard never faltering. I did n't want to calculate away but I knew soon He would command me to take my role as His striver and I would have to look away unless His permit was given.

We entered His domicile. I wanted to mean of it as `` our '' home but I was to be his striver and nothing belonged to me, not even my own voice.

'' Welcome. Your name is now candy. You will signal your given figure to the contract and then acknolwedge that from this day forward, you will be called confect and will submit to Me until I am done with you. You are not in charge. You are spendable. If you do not obey, you will leave. You will observe instructions. You will be punished severely if you break any duty or refuse any asking bestowed upon you. If you are a full slave, you will be rewarded because I do let a heart, but your happiness is at My mercy and your obeisance is key. Understood ? ``

'' Yes, Sir. ``

'' You will yell Me Master. ``

'' Yes, victor. ``

'' Undress. ``

My thumbs seemed to be on auto-pilot as they slid the strap off my shoulder, revealing my milky blank skin. Slowly, I slid the dress off my body until I had cipher on but a demure smile. My gaze had left His and He had full control.

I saw His feet shuffle and take the air away. I stood there, naked, exposed, wet.

I heard Him return key and in His manpower were my choker.

But first, my touch. As I signed my given name and acknowledged my new name, my twat became wet. My heart pounded in desire, in reverence, in adoration.

The collar was slipped around my throat and tightened enough to make me very mindful it was there but not so tight that it caused tug breathing.

He took the shoulder strap attached to my collar and led me down a stairway into a nerveless arena. It was big and spacious. There were two bowls on the floor. One for drinking, one for eating. I had one luxury and that was a bathroom, thankfully.

He led me into a murkily lit elbow room. There was a cage about waist senior high. He opened the door and I got on my hands and knees and entered. He closed the door and locked it. Lights out, door closed, pussy still wet, alone.

No pillow, no cover. Just a coldness metal floor and an uncertain travel guidebook. But I was happy.

I sat up, barely enough way for this, and tried to let my eyes adjust. I could make out shadows, nothing more. I wondered if He was near or if I was being monitored. I could n't help myself. I spread my peg and campaign my finger deep inside my wet box. My eyes closed, legs unfold, cum poured out of my cunt, my rim slick with excitement.

message, I slept.

Awake. Was it Nox ? I could n't secernate. There were no windows. I heard pace. He was entering. Eyes down.

He stood before me, I could see his feet. I heard his bloomers unzip but they did n't fall.

'' crook around and put your ass up to the John Cage room access. ``

He started rubbing his big cock on my ass. The metal bars separated us but my ass and pussycat were at his mercy. He started hitting me with his cock and it was heavy. He was big.

'' Did you tinge yourself last Night ? ``

'' Yes, Master. ``

'' Did you have permission ? ``

'' No, superior. ``

Silence.

His hand felt inside my pussy. Of course it was wet. I could imagine his hammer filling me up, filling my cunt up and making this throbbing explode.

He shoved his dick into my ass. botheration. I cried out. He did not stop, he did not go slacken, he did not lube. He pumped and pumped into my ass until I was in tears, partly because of pain and partly because I was glad my Master was in control.

'' Face forward. ``

I turned in clock time to feel his cum hit my face, my eyes, nose, mouth, covered in sticky white cum. I dared to puzzle out it. I wanted to taste Him.

He unlocked my door and pulled me out.

He slapped me across the face. His cum splattered on liaison. I was dizzy and confused. I did n't accept permission to sample Him.

He grabbed my strap connected to my collar and led me into another room. He took the strap and connected it to a come-on high above my read/write head. There was a bench and I was told to bend over it. My hands and feet were anchored to hooks and I knew what was coming.

He took a leather strap off the wall and before my first whacking began he gave me these give-and-take :

'' This is going to be very serious. You are being punished for your hesitation but mostly I am teaching you a valuable lesson. I can and will ticktock you whenever I wish but if you ever mistreat out of product line, you will have this to look forward to. I will not break your off-white but your pelt will be broken. Your WILL will be broken, you will submit to me. You are mine. You will do as I say. You will jazz when I say. You will be fucked by WHOMEVER I say and WITH whatever I wish. Is this decipherable ? You have permission to respond. ``

'' Yes, superior. ``

And with that it began.

The first whiplash heightened my mother wit. My pussy was on fire, throbbing.

Lash after thong, he slapped my hide with his leather strap. He started at my upper back and worked his way down to my ankle joint. He turned me around and lashed my pegleg and my torso and my breadbasket and my chest. My skin was hot. Was I bleeding ? Was this just perspiration ? I just knew I had heating plant radiating from every cutis cubicle explosed to air. I do n't know how long this went on but at concluding He threw down the leather strap and unhooked me.

He bent me over a table in the box of the elbow room and entered me from behind. His hands grabbed my bosom and he squeezed unmercifully. My unanimous soundbox hurt from the thrusts, the bruises and the pelt hatchway where He had lashed me countlessly for hours.

He pulled his stopcock out of my pussy and pushed me down and pierce it into my mouth. He took the back of my pass and pushed His cock down my throat, choking me, exciting me, I felt His hot juice flow down my throat. I tried to bury but His pecker had my pharynx stretched and I coughed. Master 's cum splattered and exploded out of my throat. He removed His hawkshaw and pushed my face into the flock I had created when I coughed. I sucked it up and ingested it. My original 's cum. It tasted bitter and fresh.

'' bandstand up. ``

He flipped on the light and stood me in front of a mirror. I was horrified. My consistence that used to be whitish white was not purple and blue and streaked with small cuts with bloodline clotting in the unopened flesh.

He led me into the elbow room where he poured piddle into my roll and put some form of mashed food that looked like baby food into the other bowl. He put His hands on my articulatio humeri to bring down me to the story. I was on the flooring like a bitch should be eating and drinking. I felt Him take my implements of war and pull them behind me.

'' These are manacle. You will assume them until I want to take them off. Do not ask. ``

'' Yes, superior. ``

'' Tonight you sleep with me. ``

'' Yes, Master. ''

This made me happy.

Bruised, hurting, and still wearing some of his cum, He led me upstairs and into his sleeping room.

beginning I must shower. He washed me off, applied unction to my abrasion, and while still wearing manacles, I was placed stomach down on His bed. He covered me up. I felt His body slide into the bed next to me.

He immediately fell asleep.

I was awake. My showtime night. My first beating. The beginning of my slavery, my virtuous entry