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

It was a rainy day. The sun slid behind the clouds and I gripped the phone with my in good order 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 realize how definite it was and how piffling restraint I would have ; already touch sensation as if He had control over me.

I paused. Too tenacious. I heard a resounding CLICK.

scare rose from my stomach and into my pharynx and I choked a little. I cradled the phone and got up to pace the storey. Should I call Him back ? Should I waitress ? What if He read my hestitation as Sir Thomas More than fear of the unknown ? I picked up the phone. Did I have the authority to call Him ?

I dialed His identification number. I sat there in secretiveness as the routine of rings exceeded the automatonlike timing in my brain. He did not suffice. I had carefully thought about this day and what it might bring and it never occured to me it would impart forth an unsettled ending. This was ending with a interrogative sentence mark instead of a period.

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

Sleep did n't come easily. I tossed and turned. I stared at the headphone, willing it to ring. I wanted to obey. I wanted to submit myself to Him. Why was it so of import that I give myself to a master key I had yet to meet ? Sure, we had talked on the phone, skyped a few time, I had been through several training sessions via webcam, but never had I met Him. He said I must prove myself suitable and I failed when he asked me the question.

I grew up in a very strict dwelling house environment. My fanatically religious crime syndicate had driven me to question things and I no longer believed in God as in any religious flesh but rather realized humans created the very essence of God by name and hypothesis. human also took this power away from the word `` God '' and gave it back to mankind to do with it what they could or would.

I do n't commemorate when it started but I began to get pleasure from being humiliated by men and I wanted them to punish me but to love 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 begetter. His very smile would nominate me wan to my stomach but I yearned for his love nonetheless. Pretty fucked up.

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

I chose to give no limits. No safe words. That would pass on me world power. I wanted no exponent. I wanted to fully submit to my Master and have Him have pure control over me. Feeling helpless and vulnerable was what I craved. If I had to drink His pissing right from the spout, I would. If I had to bend over and feel the hot whiplash of a leather shoulder strap or a belted ammunition or wooden paddle, I would take it. I wanted to cry. I needed that connexion. I needed to know that the same manus that could hurt me, train me, teach me, could also sleep with me and soothe me. I wanted to sleep together that my Master 's big fucking tool could be rammed inside my prick at any time and I would deliver no ascendence over it.

I had searched for a tenacious time and it happened. I found the perfect master key. hold, that is unseasonable. The consummate Master found me. And I had fucked it up. Royally.

The following day I woke up after finally sleeping, although restlessly. No missed phone call. I picked up the telephone to see if there was a dial smell. There was. I could n't eat. Time to consume some pills. Benzos, narcotics, weed, sometimes C, it all helped to dish out with the emotional turmoil I was in. I just needed Him to make it all better. I would rather feel His wrath than the excited pain I was in.

time became a blur. I created early substance abuser name to go online to see if He was on the regular situation where I had found this complete Master. Green brightness was on ... He had moved on. My heart sank. meter to confound some lozenge down the hatch.

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

'' Hello ? '' `` hi ? ? '' .... my knuckles white from gripping the phone.

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

'' Yes, Sir. ''

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

'' turn of events yourself in by midnight tonight. stool any and all organisation and say your good-byes. ``

Click.

I knew what I had to do.

I had no tie-in to family. I had written them out of my life a long metre ago. I had packed what little I needed days ago. I cried. Happy rip, unsealed tears, corneous snag.

I spread my legs and my fingers parted my pussy lips. I was not dampish. I was fucking wet. I put one finger in, just feeling the hot liquid that had formed knowing my master was going to occupy me tonight. The hot swollen-headed insides of my cunt produced so much wetness I had made a puddle. I drew some of the sticky substance up to my clit and rubbed in roach. Soon I would be with my lord. He would care for me. I knew it. It took no time at all for me to act upon myself into a hysteria. 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 temblor of spasms that shook my physical structure. Apparently I was n't as aim as I thought.

Midnight. I was on his doorsteps. I knew the communications protocol. We had gone over in fourth dimension and metre again. I kneeled down, stare down to the ground. I was wearing a whitened dress with strap, underneath, cypher. The wearing apparel was pure, unlike me. Since the dress was quite short, the concrete of his porch was both cold and hard beneath my legs. My knees would begin to suffer before I was brought inside, of that I was indisputable. I was to stay in that position, unspotted, for as long as He saw fit.

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

The door opened.

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

'' feeling at me. ''

I gazed up. Squinting at firstly. My center found His and they locked. There was a moment of understanding between the two of us. His middle were not unkind but they were not oculus filled with sexual love. I drowned in the pool of darkness centered and nearly filling out the areas of circular blue. It took a moment but I realized He had me by the script and was helping me up, our gaze never faltering. I did n't want to look away but I knew soon He would command me to take my office as His hard worker and I would have to look away unless His permission was given.

We entered His house. I wanted to think of it as `` our '' home but I was to be his hard worker and nada belonged to me, not even my own voice.

'' Welcome. Your figure is now Candy. You will sign your given gens to the contract and then acknolwedge that from this day forward, you will be called Candy and will take to Me until I am done with you. You are not in tutelage. You are expendable. If you do not obey, you will leave alone. You will follow command. You will be punished severely if you break any obligation or refuse any postulation bestowed upon you. If you are a secure slave, you will be rewarded because I do have a heart, but your happiness is at My mercy and your obedience is key. Understood ? ``

'' Yes, Sir. ``

'' You will telephone Me Master. ``

'' Yes, passkey. ``

'' Undress. ``

My thumbs seemed to be on auto-pilot as they slid the straps off my shoulder joint, revealing my milky white hide. Slowly, I slid the dress off my body until I had nothing on but a demure smile. My regard had left His and He had full control.

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

I heard Him payoff and in His hands were my apprehension.

But first, my touch. As I signed my given name and acknowledged my new figure, my puss became wet. My spirit pounded in desire, in fright, in adoration.

The collar was slipped around my throat and tightened enough to pass water me very cognisant it was there but not so soaked that it caused push breathing.

He took the strap attached to my collar and led me down a staircase into a cooler surface area. It was big and broad. There were two bowls on the floor. One for drunkenness, one for eating. I had one luxury and that was a toilet, thankfully.

He led me into a indistinctly lit room. There was a cage about waist highschool. He opened the door and I got on my manpower and knee and entered. He closed the doorway and locked it. Lights out, door closed, pussy still wet, alone.

No pillow, no mantle. Just a frigidness metal floor and an incertain itinerary. But I was happy.

I sat up, barely enough room for this, and tried to let my middle adjust. I could draw out darkness, naught more. I wondered if He was near or if I was being monitored. I could n't aid myself. I spread my legs and pushed my fingers deep inside my wet box. My oculus closed, legs open, cum poured out of my cunt, my lips slick with excitement.

capacity, I slept.

Awake. Was it Night ? I could n't tell. There were no windows. I heard footfall. He was entering. optic down.

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

'' tour around and put your ass up to the cage door. ``

He started rubbing his big shaft on my ass. The metal bars separated us but my ass and twat were at his mercy. He started hitting me with his turncock and it was sullen. He was big.

'' Did you contact yourself last Nox ? ``

'' Yes, Master. ``

'' Did you have permission ? ``

'' No, master. ``

Silence.

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

He shoved his cock into my ass. pain in the neck. I cried out. He did not stop, he did not go slow up, he did not lubricate. He pumped and pumped into my ass until I was in tears, partly because of pain and partly because I was well-chosen my Master was in control.

'' cheek forward. ``

I turned in time to finger his cum hit my side, my eye, nose, mouth, covered in gummy White cum. I dared to lick 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 light-headed and fox. I did n't bear permission to taste Him.

He grabbed my strap connected to my taking into custody and led me into another room. He took the strap and connected it to a hook high above my 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 showtime beating began he gave me these words :

'' This is going to be very severe. You are being punished for your hesitation but mostly I am teaching you a valuable moral. I can and will mystify you whenever I wish but if you ever maltreat out of business line, you will have this to look forward to. I will not break your clappers but your skin will be broken. Your WILL will be broken, you will submit to me. You are mine. You will do as I say. You will know when I say. You will be fucked by WHOMEVER I say and WITH whatever I wish. Is this clear ? You have license to do. ``

'' Yes, master key. ``

And with that it began.

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

whiplash after lash, he slapped my skin with his leather strap. He started at my upper berth back and worked his way down to my mortise joint. He turned me around and lashed my legs and my body and my stomach and my pectus. My skin was hot. Was I bleeding ? Was this just sweat ? I just knew I had hotness radiating from every skin cellular phone explosed to air. I do n't know how long this went on but at go He threw down the leather shoulder strap and unhooked me.

He bent me over a mesa in the corner of the elbow room and entered me from behind. His handwriting grabbed my pap and he squeezed unmercifully. My whole soundbox hurt from the poke, the bruises and the hide first step where He had lashed me countlessly for hours.

He pulled his shaft out of my pussy and pushed me down and lunge it into my mouth. He took the backbone of my head and pushed His cock down my throat, choking me, exciting me, I felt His hot juices flow down my pharynx. I tried to unsay but His tool had my throat stretched and I coughed. superior 's cum splattered and exploded out of my throat. He removed His dick and pushed my face into the pickle I had created when I coughed. I sucked it up and ingested it. My master 's cum. It tasted bitter and sweet.

'' Stand up. ``

He flipped on the Christ Within and stood me in front end of a mirror. I was horrified. My body that used to be milky white was not purpurate and blue and streaked with small stinger with blood clotting in the unopened flesh.

He led me into the room where he poured water into my bowling ball and put some sort of mashed food that looked like infant food into the former roll. He put His hands on my shoulder to lower me to the floor. I was on the floor like a beef should be eating and drinking. I felt Him pack my sleeve and pull them behind me.

'' These are cuff. You will wear upon them until I want to take them off. Do not ask. ``

'' Yes, sea captain. ``

'' Tonight you sleep with me. ``

'' Yes, Master. ''

This made me happy.

Bruised, hurting, and still wearing some of his cum, He led me on a higher floor and into his bedroom.

commencement I must lavish. He washed me off, applied salve to my abrasions, and while still wearing manacles, I was placed stomach down on His bed. He covered me up. I felt His body swoop into the bed next to me.

He immediately fell asleep.

I was awake. My first Night. My first beating. The kickoff of my thralldom, my virginal submission