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

It was a rainy day. The sun slid behind the clouds and I gripped the phone with my mightily hand staring down to the base 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 recognize how definite it was and how slight control I would hold ; already tactile sensation as if He had control over me.

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

affright rose from my stomach and into my throat and I choked a little. I cradled the phone and got up to stride the base. Should I call Him back ? Should I waitress ? What if He read my hestitation as more than fear of the unknown region ? I picked up the phone. Did I have the authority to shout out Him ?

I dialed His number. I sat there in quiet as the figure of rings exceeded the automatic timing in my encephalon. He did not do. I had carefully thought about this day and what it might make for and it never occured to me it would bring forth an unsealed ending. This was ending with a question mark instead of a period.

I had to get out of doors. But I had relied on his permission for months now to train me to obey. I had broken more than 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 punish me severely once I had signed the contract ?

eternal rest 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 important that I give myself to a Master I had yet to meet ? Sure, we had talked on the phone, skyped a few times, I had been through several training sessions via webcam, but never had I met Him. He said I must bear witness myself worthy and I failed when he asked me the question.

I grew up in a very strict plate surroundings. My fanatically spiritual kinfolk had driven me to query things and I no longer believed in God as in any religious figure but rather realized humans created the very essence of God by public figure and theory. Humans 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 commend when it started but I began to get delight from being humiliated by men and I wanted them to punish me but to love me, unlike my father, who beat me, but without passion and always attached to why God wanted him to. I abhored this. I came to hate my father. His very smile would make me sick to my abdomen but I yearned for his dear nonetheless. Pretty fucked up.

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

I chose to take in no limits. No safe words. That would give me power. I wanted no power. I wanted to fully submit to my maestro and have Him have pure control over me. Feeling helpless and vulnerable was what I craved. If I had to drink His piss right from the spout, I would. If I had to deflect over and experience the hot thong of a leather strap or a belt or wooden paddle, I would take it. I wanted to cry. I needed that connecter. I needed to recognise that the Saame hired hand that could wound me, sort out me, teach me, could also lie with me and comfort me. I wanted to recognise that my overlord 's big screw cock could be rammed inside my asshole at any meter and I would have no control over it.

I had searched for a long clock time and it happened. I found the double-dyed Master. postponement, that is unseasonable. The unadulterated Master found me. And I had fucked it up. Royally.

The next day I woke up after finally sleeping, although restlessly. No missed Call. I picked up the earpiece to see if there was a dial note. There was. I could n't eat. sentence to take some pill. Benzos, narcotics, weed, sometimes nose candy, it all helped to deal with the emotional tumult I was in. I just needed Him to make it all better. I would rather find His ira than the emotional nuisance I was in.

fourth dimension became a blur. I created other user names to go online to see if He was on the regular site where I had found this sodding master key. putting surface light was on ... He had moved on. My heart sank. clip to throw some pills 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 telephone set and there was no telephone dial step !

'' howdy ? '' `` how-do-you-do ? ? '' .... my metacarpophalangeal joint snowy from gripping the phone.

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

'' Yes, Sir. ''

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

'' Turn yourself in by midnight tonight. Make any and all agreement and say your good-byes. ``

Click.

I knew what I had to do.

I had no ties to sept. I had written them out of my life a recollective metre ago. I had packed what little I needed days ago. I cried. Happy weeping, uncertain tears, horny bust.

I spread my ramification and my fingerbreadth parted my pussy lips. I was not moist. I was fucking wet. I put one finger's breadth in, just feeling the hot liquidness that had formed knowing my Master was going to take me tonight. The hot swollen interior of my cunt produced so much wetness I had made a puddle. I drew some of the embarrassing means up to my clitoris and rubbed in band. Soon I would be with my Master. He would care for me. I knew it. It took no time at all for me to ferment myself into a frenzy. I was sweating and gasping. In and out. Circling my clit. My clitoris 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 spasms that shook my body. Apparently I was n't as discipline as I thought.

Midnight. I was on his threshold. I knew the protocol. We had gone over in fourth dimension and time again. I kneeled down, gaze down to the ground. I was wearing a white dress with straps, underneath, nothing. The apparel was pure, unlike me. Since the dress was quite short, the concrete of his porch was both cold and severe beneath my leg. My knees would begin to hurt before I was brought inside, of that I was sure enough. I was to remain in that position, unsoiled, for as long as He saw fit.

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

The doorway opened.

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

'' Look at me. ''

I gazed up. Squinting at inaugural. My eyes 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 surface area of circular bluing. It took a instant but I realized He had me by the hand and was helping me up, our gaze never faltering. I did n't need to calculate away but I knew soon He would command me to take my role as His slave and I would have to look away unless His license was given.

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

'' Welcome. Your name is now Candy. You will sign up your given name to the contract and then acknolwedge that from this day forward, you will be called confect and will state to Me until I am done with you. You are not in charge. You are spendable. If you do not obey, you will impart. You will keep abreast statement. You will be punished severely if you break any certificate of indebtedness or turn away any asking bestowed upon you. If you are a salutary hard worker, you will be rewarded because I do have a heart, but your happiness is at My mercy and your respect is key. Understood ? ``

'' Yes, Sir. ``

'' You will holler Me Master. ``

'' Yes, master copy. ``

'' Undress. ``

My thumbs seemed to be on auto-pilot as they slid the straps off my shoulders, revealing my milky snowy hide. Slowly, I slid the dress off my trunk until I had nothing on but a demure smile. My gaze had left His and He had good ascendency.

I saw His metrical foot shuffle and walk away. I stood there, naked, exposed, wet.

I heard Him return and in His hands were my leash.

But first, my key signature. As I signed my given public figure and acknowledged my new name, my kitty-cat became wet. My heart pounded in desire, in fearfulness, in adoration.

The collar was slipped around my pharynx and tightened enough to take me very aware it was there but not so close that it caused tug breathing.

He took the strap attached to my pinch and led me down a stairway into a ice chest arena. It was big and broad. There were two arena on the base. One for imbibing, one for eating. I had one sumptuousness and that was a toilet, thankfully.

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

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

I sat up, barely plenty elbow room for this, and tried to let my oculus adjust. I could make out shadows, zip more. I wondered if He was near or if I was being monitored. I could n't assist myself. I spread my legs and crowd my fingers deep inside my wet box. My eyes closed, legs candid, cum poured out of my cunt, my lips slick with excitement.

Content, I slept.

Awake. Was it night ? I could n't tell apart. There were no windows. I heard footsteps. He was entering. Eyes down.

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

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

He started rubbing his big putz on my ass. The metal bars separated us but my ass and slit were at his mercy. He started hitting me with his pecker and it was weighed down. He was big.

'' Did you touch yourself hold up night ? ``

'' Yes, schoolmaster. ``

'' Did you have permission ? ``

'' No, schoolmaster. ``

Silence.

His hired man felt inside my pussy. Of line it was wet. I could imagine his pecker filling me up, filling my kitty-cat up and making this throbbing explode.

He shoved his rooster into my ass. painful sensation. I cried out. He did not turn back, he did not go behind, he did not lubricate. He pumped and pumped into my ass until I was in binge, partly because of hurting and partly because I was glad my Master was in control.

'' Face forward. ``

I turned in time to feel his cum hit my face, my centre, nose, sass, covered in pasty ovalbumin cum. I dared to drub it. I wanted to taste Him.

He unlocked my threshold and pulled me out.

He slapped me across the case. His cum splattered on tangency. I was featherbrained and disordered. I did n't feature permission to try Him.

He grabbed my strap connected to my collar and led me into another way. He took the strap and connected it to a hook senior high above my head. There was a bench and I was told to bend over it. My manus and feet were anchored to hooks and I knew what was coming.

He took a leather shoulder strap off the wall and before my for the first time thrashing began he gave me these news :

'' This is going to be very stern. You are being punished for your hesitation but mostly I am teaching you a worthful lesson. I can and will beat you whenever I wish but if you ever mistreat out of line, you will stimulate this to seem forward to. I will not soften your bones but your hide will be broken. Your WILL will be broken, you will state to me. You are mine. You will do as I say. You will eff when I say. You will be fucked by WHOMEVER I say and WITH whatever I wish. Is this authorize ? You have permission to serve. ``

'' Yes, Master. ``

And with that it began.

The first whiplash heightened my senses. My kitty was on fervor, throbbing.

Lash after lash, he slapped my skin with his leather shoulder strap. He started at my upper back and worked his way down to my ankles. He turned me around and lashed my legs and my torso and my abdomen and my chest. My skin was hot. Was I bleeding ? Was this just sweat ? I just knew I had oestrus radiating from every skin cadre explosed to air. I do n't know how retentive this went on but at endure He threw down the leather strap and unhooked me.

He bent me over a mesa in the turning point of the room and entered me from behind. His handwriting grabbed my breast and he squeezed unmercifully. My entirely body hurt from the thrusts, the bruises and the skin openings where He had lashed me countlessly for hours.

He pulled his prick out of my pussy and pushed me down and lunge it into my sassing. He took the back of my head word and pushed His cock down my throat, choking me, exciting me, I felt His hot succus flow down my throat. I tried to swallow but His peter had my throat stretched and I coughed. sea captain 's cum splattered and exploded out of my throat. He removed His gumshoe and pushed my face into the stack I had created when I coughed. I sucked it up and ingested it. My master 's cum. It tasted bitter and sweet.

'' sales booth up. ``

He flipped on the light and stood me in front man of a mirror. I was horrified. My body that used to be milklike white was not purple and spicy and streaked with small cuts with ancestry clotting in the unopened flesh.

He led me into the room where he poured water into my bowl and put some kind of mashed food for thought that looked like sister food into the other bowlful. He put His handwriting on my shoulder joint to lower me to the floor. I was on the floor like a gripe should be eating and drinking. I felt Him take my arms and pull them behind me.

'' These are manacles. You will wear off them until I want to subscribe to them off. Do not ask. ``

'' Yes, Master. ``

'' Tonight you sleep with me. ``

'' Yes, master. ''

This made me happy.

Bruised, hurting, and still wearing some of his cum, He led me upstair and into his bedroom.

beginning I must shower. He washed me off, applied balm to my attrition, and while still wearing handcuff, I was placed stomach down on His bed. He covered me up. I felt His dead body slideway into the bed next to me.

He immediately fell asleep.

I was awake. My first nighttime. My first beating. The beginning of my slavery, my pure submission