My Dear Sweet Slave: The Series

Chapter One



Her sweet smile, that was the first thing Isaac noticed about her. Having just stepped into his favorite diner, he found his eyes drawn to the cute waitress maneuvering through the tables with a pot of coffee in one hand and a tray of food in the other. She was clearly eighteen; her “proportions” boasted her physical maturity while their perkiness showed her untapped youth.

She was rather tall for her age, standing at six feet, maybe a few inches shorter than Isaac himself. Clashing with her pale skin, she had long black hair that was braided into a ponytail with two locks framing her teardrop face and big brown eyes that looked as though they belonged to a kitten begging for food. That smile of hers, there was something particular about it. It was so bright and cheerful, childish almost. It was the kind of smile that could sweeten your coffee if you met her eyes when she handed it to you.

The early summer sun was shining through the windows of the building, allowing for the lights to remain off. It was 10:00 am on Thursday, so the diner held less than a dozen people and she was the only waitress on duty. Perfect, he would hopefully be able to talk with her and get a beach hold on the battlefield of dating. Isaac wouldn’t normally flirt with someone so much younger than him, but this girl had caught his attention.

Intrigued, he walked over to his usual seat at the counter and waited for the new girl to come take his order. Isaac was in his late twenties with brown hair that was cut short and a clean-shaven face. He was in excellent health, one of the many rewards of his contracting job. Sitting on the stool, he kept his glimpses of the waitress short and subtle, so as not to portray his interest.

After a few minutes of tending to the other customers, she moved behind the counter and greeted him with a smile. “What can I get for you this morning, sir?”

“A short stack of pancakes and some coffee, please. No better way to start a day off.”

She relayed the order to the cook, and after giving a brief scan of the diner to see if anyone needed her, she rejoined him. “It’s your day off? What do you do for a living?” she asked while pouring him a steaming cup of coffee.

“I’m sort of a jack of all trades. I do contracting, welding, plumbing, construction, auto-repair, landscaping, electrical work, and just about any other job that lets me work with my hands.”

He was trying to impress her without bragging or boasting. His efforts worked and he saw amazement flash across her face.

“Incredible! Where did you learn to do all that?”

“Well growing up, it was just my dad and I. He was a self-made man, learned all of the skills he needed, and started up Renaissance Trade Co. Most of the time, it was just the two of us on jobs. From first grade through high school, I spent almost every afternoon helping him wherever he was working and learning more useful stuff than I ever did sitting in a classroom. He passed away soon after I graduated and handed the business over to me. A few college courses later to solidify everything I had learned, and here I am before you today.”

“That sounds truly wonderful. You could say I grew up learning a lot of different skills, but my childhood was probably more hectic than yours. I’m Holly by the way, Holly Thompson.”

“I’m Isaac Helton, it’s a pleasure to meet you. So where did you grow up?”

Before she could answer, the kitchen bell was rung and the cook shouted Isaac’s order. Holly retrieved the stack of pancakes and laid them out on the large white plate, placing a bottle of syrup next to it. Isaac offered her some, but she politely refused.

“I grew up in an orphanage. There were a lot of kids, so the older you got, the more responsibilities you had. I started out as a little kid being taken care of, but I ended up becoming a parent to everyone younger than me.”

“That certainly sounds tough, especially for someone so young.”

“Oh no, I loved it! Actually, you had a lot of responsibilities no matter what age you were. The orphanage was on a farm, the food we grew being used to cut expenses. As soon as you could walk, you had chores. It became such a part of our daily lives that I’m only really happy if someone is telling me what to do. I don’t feel comfortable when I’m unneeded or there is nothing I can do for someone else. You could say I live to serve.”

Isaac finished his mouthful of syrup-soaked dough before responding, not wanting to appear rude or lacking manners. “Then this job is certainly perfect for you. When did you start working here?”

“This actually my first day, but you could say I’ve been doing this kind of stuff for years. Like I said, I grew up learning a lot of different skills. I love it here already. I love fulfilling people’s needs and receiving orders. Between you and me, I hate making decisions, so there is just something soothing about focusing your mind on the role given you.”

Another bell was sounded, this time from the entrance. The number of customers had just doubled, either some late breakfast rush or an early lunch rush. Whatever it was, Isaac had run out of time.

“Sorry, I have to get back to work. But if there is anything you need, anything at all, please tell me,” she said happily.

She then left the counter to attend to the new customers, but was stopped by Isaac’s hand grasping her own. He could certainly feel the strength in her hand from years of working like a serf, but it still felt soft and delicate compared to his own. Even though he wasn’t gripping her, to Holly, the feel of Isaac’s powerful fingers wrapped around hers sent a rush through her body.

While the back of his hand was scarred and lined, his palm and fingers were as rough as rhino skin from all of the calluses earned over the years. Isaac didn’t even need gloves while working. The feel of that rough skin against hers made her shiver. He wasn’t the only one who was intrigued.

“There is something you can do for me: go out to dinner with me tomorrow night.”

Holly’s vanilla face immediately became flushed with embarrassment. This was the first time a man had ever asked her out on a date, and an older man at that! Was this what the outside world was like?

Holly stammered for several seconds, unable to respond while so overwhelmed with embarrassment. With a smile, Isaac let go and reminded her that there were a lot of people waiting for their order to be taken. She hurried off, still blushing and holding her order notebook with shaky hands. While he finished his breakfast, Isaac watched Holly work.

The scene soon became very hectic, but Holly appeared to thrive under the pressure. What she had told Isaac about living to serve seemed to ring true. Whether it was a request for another cup of coffee or a second serving of eggs, Holly’s smile grew with each need of the customers she fulfilled. Her enthusiasm was certainly due to more than just the need for tips.

At last, when everyone had been served and she had a minute to rest, she turned back to where Isaac was seated. She had wanted to continue talking to him, but the trade prodigy had departed while she was busy. Left behind in his place were some empty dishes, dirty silverware, and the paid bill.

Walking over, Holly smiled. Not only had he left her a very generous tip, but his business card, on which he wrote “meet me here at 7”. She couldn’t refuse unless she called him up and said so, she essentially had no choice in the matter, but that was what excited her.



“Well you appear to be in a good mood,” said Donna as Isaac entered lobby of his apartment building.

Donna was the building’s landlady, a woman almost 20 years older than him with blonde hair. She had an amazing body for her age, especially considering she had given birth to three kids. While her hips and ass showed the irreparable effects of childbirth, her waist and stomach were amazingly slender, her boobs were large and still appeared firm, and her face showed almost no signs of aging. For lack of a better word, she was fucktastic, and with summer starting, soon she would start walking around in skimpy denim shorts and showing off her nice rear end.

Damn, you could rest your drink on that sweet milf ass of hers.

“I got a date tomorrow night with a cute waitress. She certainly seems like an interesting girl,” he said with a modest smile.

“Well hopefully you’ll be done before then. Here is all the things that have gone wrong since last night,” she said, handing him a to-do list.

As well as his landlady, Donna was also Isaac’s most prominent client. When her third deadbeat husband ran off, he left her with nothing but a bun in the oven and the apartment building. Donna had never had much luck with men, or anything in general. She had been knocked up in high school and had two more kids before the age of 25, each child having a different father that was never in the picture. She hadn’t even bothered paying any attention to the building until about ten years ago because it was a crap shack to say the least.

That’s not to say it didn’t have its charms; Isaac had certainly seen worse buildings. But this rickety hive was like a monument to Murphy’s Law and anything that could go wrong would go wrong. It was barely up to code and her husband had clearly never done any sort of repairs or renovations. Isaac had tarred the roof, installed windows, replaced toilets, fixed plumping, laid tiles, heaved laundry machines, secured drywall, and almost rebuilt the entire building from the ground up.

With all the work Isaac did for Donna, not once in the ten years since he moved in had he needed to pay rent. In fact, he made a small yet continuous profit off her, while saving her tons of money that would have been poured into contractors with half the skill and speed Isaac brought to the table. But damn, it got frustrating pretty quick.

A job is a job, but Isaac would have killed for a change of scenery. He never cut corners with his work and he made sure everything was done right, but if he looked at something 99 times and replaced 99 parts, the 100th part was guaranteed to break a week later. Every time something was fixed, everything around it spontaneously crumbled.

Cursing, Isaac took the list and read through it. “Damn it, the heating system still isn’t working!? I’ve switched out everything broken and everything about to break! What’s left!?”

“Knowing this place, it was probably a freak accident out of Final Destination. I think you should start with the third one down.”

“Alice’s sink is broken. Oh joy, I wonder what she has in store for me…”



The auburn-haired thirteen-year-old kneeled beside Isaac, who was on his back with the cabinet beneath the sink consuming his whole upper-body. This sink had given him a lot of trouble over the years, but he certainly wouldn’t put it past Alice to sabotage it. Alice lived alone in the unit, her closest relative being her uncle on the other side of the building. She had no parents and her uncle didn’t really want to deal with her and simply paid her bills.

She was fine during the school year, but during vacations like summer break, she rarely left her apartment, simply because she had nowhere to go. Isaac wondered if she actually had any friends. She seemed like a girl who was afraid to talk to others but was desperate for someone to talk to. Her closest family seemed to be Donna, who she looked up to as a role model. However, Donna was either always busy with building repairs or working odd hours at the local hospital, so Alice never got to spend much time with her.

Unfortunately for Isaac, she had set her sights on him. He knew that she had a huge crush on him; she had thrown herself at him a couple times in the past. The last time he was in her apartment, he had to fix her shower. As soon as it was functioning, she stripped off all her clothes right in front of him and stepped in like he wasn’t even there. He had learned how to carefully reject her without hurting her feelings, but she always followed him around like a lost pet. Now she was kneeling beside him, having yet to change out of her nightgown, and he suspected, wearing nothing underneath.

“So you say it simply stopped?” he asked while he pointed to where he wanted her to shine his flashlight.

“Yeah, I was filling up the tea kettle and it suddenly made a groaning noise and stopped.”

“Ok, that narrows the list,” he sighed while dismantling the inner pump.

“Hey, Isaac?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you look for in a woman?”

“Tits,” he replied without missing a beat.

Alice looked down at her chest, once again noting the incredible two-dimensionality of what she longed to be a womanly shelf. Rejected.

“Besides tits?”

“She has to be able to ride a roller coaster.”

Alice stood up and looked at herself. Not only was she as flat as a whiteboard, but she was short for her age. At a theme park, a lot of doors would be closed to her. Rejected.

“I mean her personality.”

“Smart I guess, smart enough to know what she’s doing when she votes.”

Alice knew that intelligence had nothing to do with the matter. He was just using the voting as a metaphor for someone of legal age. Rejected.

“Ah, here it is. The draw line for the handle broke. I swear, whoever furnished this building bought everything from a mystical gypsy that can never be found twice, whose merchandise was all made in an eastern European country that no longer exists.”

“Hold on, let me see.”

Before Isaac could say anything to stop her, Alice got on top of him and squirmed in under the sink. Their faces were just inches apart but Isaac was not in the mood for proximity. “Alice, you’re crowding me. Move back.”

Reluctantly, she moved back and sat up, but she did not get off him. She was sitting on his lap, or straddling to be precise. Little girls weren’t Isaac’s forte, but as she grinded her crotch against his, he could feel powerful rushes of blood surging through him.

“OFF.”

The word was as absolute as it was simple, and as if she had been yanked back by the collar of her nightgown, Alice fell off Isaac’s lap.

‘It’s going to be a long day.’



Isaac’s assumption was correct, as without a shred of mercy, the cursed building stole his day off. After repairing Alice’s sink, he had to fix a dishwasher, install some new wiring, remake an apartment floor, and remove several dead rodents that had hidden in the walls during the winter and had now begun to stink.

With the day spent, he returned to his own apartment to crash on his couch. He was exhausted but in good spirits. He was looking forward to his date the next night, and for some reason, he was more excited than he would be for any other date. That excitement carried him on through the next day, where he met with a client across Portland who wanted to renovate his art studio. As Isaac spoke about the budget and materials and looked over blueprints, his mind kept drifting back to Holly.


It was thirty seconds to 7:00 when Isaac pulled into the parking lot of the diner. There, standing at the entrance, was Holly. Her clothes were very simple, a pair of jeans with a white blouse and black tank top underneath, but the smile on her face was sparkling. Before arriving, Isaac had thoroughly showered and shaved and cleaned the cab of his pickup to the point where it looked like it had just rolled off the assembly line. Stepping out of the truck, he walked towards her with the same smile.

“I’m glad you came,” he said.

“You told me to, and I don’t like disobeying people. But thank you, I know I said I hate having to make decisions. I’m really happy, I’ve never been on a date before,” she said nervously, avoiding his gaze with her face blushing. Damn, she was so adorable.

“You’ll have a fun time. I know the perfect restaurant and there is a movie playing that I think you’ll love.”

He extended his hand to take hers, and just like in the diner, she let his fingers enwrap hers and relished the feeling of his gentle yet firm grip.



Holly stared at the chopsticks with wonder and confusion and her eyes widened as she scanned the menu of the Japanese restaurant. Isaac watched her with a silent laugh, amused by her reaction to entering such a place for the first time. The restaurant was one of his favorites. He often came here with other contractors when he was hired to work at large scenes that required more than one man. Upon entering the restaurant, the customer faced a long bar stocked with sake. To the right, several booths were set up with low tables and traditional Japanese floor pillows with potted bamboo for decoration. To the left of the bar, past a large babbling water fountain, were the regular tables.

“I take it you’ve never eaten at a place like this?” Isaac asked.

“No, never! I heard a couple stories from my sisters when they went out on dates, but I’ve never even heard of these foods!”

“Your sisters?”

“Oh, yeah, the other girls at orphanage. They were all my sisters and the boys were all my brothers, well I at least thought of them that way. When I was little, there was a rule that only the older kids could go out on dates and have fun on the weekends. Unfortunately, when one of my sisters ended up getting pregnant, that privilege was taken away. Other than the diner, this is the first time I’ve ever been in a restaurant. In fact, I almost never left the orphanage.”

“So tell me more about the orphanage, I’m curious as to how your grew up.”

While a simple and routine question, Holly blushed at the inquiry. There were many things she had never experienced, one them feeling the bliss of someone’s attention and curiosity, especially someone so handsome. About to reply, she was stopped when the waiter came to get their drink orders. Isaac ordered a rum and coke, but Holly decided to just go with water.

When the waiter left, Isaac repeated the question, while careful not to be too pushy. “Please, I want to know more about you.”

“Well… uh… Like I said before, there were a lot of other kids, about two-dozen boys and girls. I actually never spent much time with the boys, the boys and girls were almost always divided up. I believe I told you the orphanage was on a farm? Well the boys and girls got different chores every morning. My sisters and I took care of the animals, cooked, cleaned, and learned homemaking skills, while the boys worked in the fields and outside.

After lunch, we were home schooled, again in different rooms. At 5:00, we would be allowed to play until dinner. I was never really sure what to do, so I just followed my sisters around and did whatever they told me to do.”

“Whatever they told you? Come on, there must have been some game that was your favorite.”

Holly looked away, blushing in embarrassment but with a small smile on her lips.

“I… I liked pretending I was their pet. My favorite game was always pretending to be a cat or dog. My foster parents who ran the orphanage made me stop it when I got older, but I always loved acting like a pet. I would crawl around on all fours, I would beg at the table, I would even bark or meow when people talked to me.

Oh, what am I doing? You don’t want to hear about this!”

Isaac chuckled at her cuteness and reached out and placed his hand on hers. “No, I do want to hear this. I want to know all about you.”

Isaac spoke the words with complete honesty. When he first saw Holly, he had been uncertain as to how long a possible relationship could last. He was ten years older than her after all. But every time he looked at her face and saw her bright smile, every time he heard her talk, he imagined the expiration date being pushed back farther and farther.

The waiter came back with their drinks and asked Isaac and Holly what they wanted for dinner. Isaac decided to go with the breaded pork, and indecisive as she was, Holly asked him to order for her. From there, the date truly blossomed with conversation becoming second nature to the two of them.

Isaac told Holly about some of the jobs he and his dad had worked on, told her about what public school had been like, and described his apartment building and the tenants. Likewise, Holly told endless stories about her and her sisters, talked about the animals she helped raise, and described what it was like being a surrogate mom to many of the youngest children as she got older.

Doing far more talking than eating, they finally left the restaurant at a quarter to nine, giving them just enough time to get to the theater. Exiting the restaurant and walking back to Isaac’s truck, Holly leaned over and clutched Isaac’s arm, smiling from her overwhelming happiness. Isaac was happy as well; this girl was already leaving a deep imprint in his mind, not to mention the sensation of her breasts against his arm was beginning to make him hard.



“Have you ever been to a movie theater before?” Isaac asked as they drove through Portland.

“No, but every week we would get to watch a movie at the orphanage. I loved the romantic movies the most, but I also really liked comedies.”

“Well you’ll probably like this one, it’s a comedy called A Million Ways To Die In The West. It’s supposed to be hilarious.”


After parking his truck, Isaac and Holly hurried into the movie theater to get their tickets. While it cost him more than their dinner, Isaac treated Holly to whatever she wanted from the concession stand. The look on her face was like a little kid on Christmas Day. Entering the theater itself, Isaac guided Holly down the dark aisle. She was completely fixated on the huge projector screen, already in the process of playing previews.

Just getting her to divert her focus away from the screen to take a single step was like a tug of war. She was completely hypnotized. Eventually, he just decided to grab her from behind and carry her to their seats. The sudden rush of physical contact woke her from her stupor and she felt waves of arousal rush through her from the physical sensation of Isaac’s arms around her slender body.

Once they reached their seats, she fully woke up from the screen’s hypnosis. “Sorry.”

Isaac just laughed. “It’s ok. Considering this is your first time, I certainly can’t blame you. I just can’t believe you’ve never done this before.”

“Well like I said, when my older sister got pregnant, our foster parents were furious. They said we could never leave the orphanage again without permission or a chaperone. Even the boys weren’t allowed to go out.”

“That must have been really hard for your other sisters. I imagine a few of them had boyfriends on the outside.”

“They all did, and because they couldn’t see them anymore, they weren’t able to have sex. So from then on, they used me.”

‘Wait, WHAT?’

“Excuse me?” Isaac asked, wondering if he had heard her right over the sound one of the summer blockbuster’s trailer explosions.

She hummed with her face blushing. “When they weren’t allowed to see their boyfriends, they took out all their sexual urges on me and made me their slave. It was so much fun!”

“Excuse me!?” Isaac asked again, refusing to believe what he had just heard.

“During the night, they would all gang up on me and take turns abusing me. One of my sisters would always be sitting on my face and another would be working her fingers in me. They choked me, spanked me, pinched my nipples, and forced everything they could find inside me. Even my little sisters joined in and made me their slave! Oh, when I think back to all the hours they spent violating me over and over again, it makes me so wet,” she purred in euphoria.

Isaac sat there with a look of horror on his face, unsure of whether or not to revolted or aroused by the story of her childhood. He had to admit, it was a little of both. Now it all made sense: her indecisiveness, her need to be given orders and be told what to do, and her love for pretending to be someone’s pet! She was a masochist, and a fucking bat-shit crazy one at that!

Isaac had only had a few girlfriends in his life, always short lived relationships, and he wasn’t exactly fluent in the depravity that could be found online, so to meet a girl like Holly was actually kind of intimidating.

The movie flew by with not a single scene sticking in Isaac’s mind. He was staring straight at the screen but he would not remember any line uttered. Meanwhile, Holly was laughing her molested little ass off, completely unaware of the sexual clusterfuck she had just ignited in Isaac’s mind. Once the movie ended, Isaac told her he would drive her home and they walked back to his truck. Other than her giving him directions, the drive was dead silent, completely different from the date so far, and Holly noticed something was wrong.

Why was he so quiet? Had she done something wrong? Had she done something to make him mad or lose interest? The last thing she said to him was when she told him of the nightly S&M sex parties with her foster sisters. Was that wrong of her? He said he wanted to know everything about her, but was she supposed to keep that a secret? What was she supposed to do?! Her sisters never told her about how to date!

“All right, this is it,” Holly finally said as they came to a large brick building on the outskirts of Portland.

Isaac looked around in confusion. “Wait, this is where you live?”

“Well it’s not like I could stay at the orphanage any longer. I turned eighteen and I finished homeschooling, so I had to move out,” she said sadly.

It hit him then, this was a homeless shelter.

“I’ve been staying here until I can save up enough money to get a place of my own. Thank you for the wonderful evening.”

She spoke with her tone still mournful and now with her back to him. She opened the door, and without even thinking it, Isaac spoke. “Holly, wait. Instead of sleeping here… how about you stay at my place until you’ve saved enough?”

Holly’s face immediately lit up at the proposal, shining with the brightest smile Isaac had ever seen. “Really? I can stay with you?”

‘Eh, why not?’ “Sure.”

Holly then screamed in happiness and pounced on him, hugging him tightly and thanking him over and over. “I have to go get my things, thank you so much!”

“It’s my pleasure,” Isaac sighed, watching her run into the homeless shelter.



Clutching the suitcase of her few meager possessions, Holly nervously stepped into Isaac’s apartment. Of the long list of things she had never done, entering a man’s home was pretty high up on the list. Equally high were her arousal levels as she sampled the smell of tools and testosterone in the air. It was certainly a man’s apartment. Isaac had not expected company and hadn’t bothered to clean up.

Tools that would have been in storage were strewn about, as well as some articles of clothing discarded tiredly whenever Isaac returned home from a long day of work. In the apartment den, the coffee table between the TV and couch was covered in paperwork and dishes, same with the unkempt kitchen.

Crap, I really should have cleaned up… Isaac thought to himself while quickly apologizing for the mess.

“I’m so happy,” he heard.

Turning his attention away from the tool belt he had left on the couch, he looked over to Holly, who was standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t think I would find a Master so soon after leaving the orphanage,” she murmured, nearly on the verge of tears.

“Huh?”

“Ever since my sisters let me become their slave, I’ve been hoping to meet a man who could become my true Master. They told me that once I left the orphanage, I would be able to become the slave of someone handsome and kind, someone who would fuck and abuse me as much as I wanted and more. It was my dream to find someone like you, someone who would make me their pet and dominate me.”

It took a moment for Isaac to completely process what he had just heard, in which he struggled to think up the best reply. “Sorry, Holly, but I’m not the right person for the job. To be honest, I think you are crazy and you scare the shit out of me. I love wild sex as much as the next guy, but sadomasochism really isn’t a turn-on for me.”

“But you ARE the man who should be my Master. You’re handsome, you’re kind, and why else would you welcome me into your home than if not to use my body for pleasure? I want nothing more than to be given a purpose in life, to find someone I can serve and obey. Please let me be your slave, I’ll do whatever you want me to do for the rest of my life.”

Setting her suitcase down, Holly slowly walked over and got down on her knees. She was running one hand between her legs and using the other hand to massage her breasts. She was panting heavily and her face was flushed with arousal. “Please, Master, tell me what to do. Give me an order on what I can do to pleasure you.”

Much of Isaac’s tension immediately melted away. Being called “Master”, there was something very satisfying about it. Besides, he had an eighteen-year-old submissive nymphomaniac begging to be used; he should be thanking every deity he could think of. Maybe this whole slave/pet thing could be fun.

“Have you ever given a blowjob before?”

“No, I’ve never done anything with a boy. But my sisters taught me how to do it. They would put something inside of me or themselves and have me lick it clean.”

“Well then, time for the real thing. I order you to give me a blowjob.”

On one hand, he was already enjoying this. On the other, he was trying not to laugh at himself, feeling so embarrassed for what he was saying.

Holly’s face lit up with a bright smile. Isaac had not only accepted her as a slave, but now she would be able to indulge both his sexual desires and her own. He had given her an order and thereby a very rewarding purpose. Reaching up with trembling hands, she unfastened his belt and then his pants. She could feel his erect manhood through his jeans and feel his pulse in the hard muscle. Biting her lip, she lowered the waistband of his underwear and let his cock spring forth.

Wow, ok… she hadn’t expected it to be that… big. This contractor didn’t have a hammer, but a freaking sledge! Not only that, but the closest she had ever come to seeing a man’s penis was the sketch one of her older sister’s once drew of her boyfriend’s. This muscly thing was going inside her? Damn, her mouth was already watering. She slowly wrapped her hand around it with the same look on her face as when she entered the movie theater and saw the projector screen. Her expression was the cutest thing Isaac had ever seen.

She massaged his appendage for several seconds, using her hand to get used to the feel of it. As horny a masochist as she was, even Holly felt a tremor of fear as she imagined it barreling into her.

“Come on, Holly, I thought you wanted to be my slave?”

The coaxing reignited her desire and her head darted forward, taking in the tip of her Master’s cock. Isaac let out a small groan of happiness from the sensation of her warm wet mouth sealing itself around his organ, lovingly sucking on it. There were VERY few things that felt better than a blowjob, and the sensation was downright iconic with its unique form of euphoria. For Holly, the smell and taste were like nothing she had ever experienced. Isaac had thoroughly showered before the date, but the manly scent filling her mouth and nose was completely overwhelming, even going so far as to leave her lightheaded.

That wasn’t even counting the psychological aspect of the act. She had dreamed of finding a Master she could do this to, a man she could give her body to. Regardless, there was a sense of revulsion to this act, knowing that a man’s cock was dirtying her mouth, yet it was that revulsion that turned her on so much. Her foster parents had taught her that such an act was wrong, that it was sinful, that it was disgusting. The fact that her body was being used for such a gross act made her so hot and wet, it fulfilled her masochistic desire to be violated and used like a toy.

She soon began to expand her horizons, remembering her the training her sisters had put her through. True, broom handles and bananas certainly couldn’t compare to this, but she had studied thoroughly so that she would know what to do. She took the member deeper in her mouth, letting the head rub against the ridges of the back of her throat. She could barely get half of the mass in her mouth, but she worked that length with loving care.

As her movements became faster, the recognizable sound of oral sex could be heard. The breaking and reforming of suction and the lapping of her tongue and lips against the muscular flesh made it sound like she was chewing gum, but with a much splashier echo.

Deciding to take it even farther, Isaac placed his hand on the back of Holly’s head and began to push her closer to him. She had said that her sisters used to choke her, so if she really were a masochist, this would be heaven for her. At his slow but irresistible pushing, Holly felt her horniness skyrocket to new levels. She truly felt like she was in the palm of his hand, a tool for his personal use.

She coughed and gagged as his cock was forced deeper and deeper into her throat, but every centimeter just excited her more. Breathing soon became near impossible for her, prompting her body to panic. In response to the fear rushing through her veins, Holly forced open her jeans and began rubbing her slit frantically. Known in the orphanage for being a squirter, she had already thoroughly soaked her jeans and panties.

After thirty seconds, Isaac let her pull back and catch her breath, worried that he had been too rough with her. Sitting on the floor, she gasped for air while clumsily unbuttoning her blouse while saliva and precum dribbled down her chin and tears rolled down her cheeks. She then pulled off the tank top underneath, leaving her with only her bra to contain her D-cup breasts. She sat back up and wrapped her fingers around his wet cock, but instead of resuming the blowjob, she pressed it against the side of her face and held it there. Once she had caught her breath, she began running her tongue up the shaft, trying to wet as much surface area as possible.

“My balls could also use some attention.”

Holly ecstatically obeyed and began running her tongue across his scrotum, sucking on the wrinkled skin like it was coated in chocolate syrup. She moved back and forth, using her tongue to play with the flesh-wrapped orbs and tease him. After a minute, she resumed sucking Isaac off, and he placed his hand on the top of her head.

“I’m about to cum, don’t stop.”

With unchallenged devotion, Holly doubled her efforts, working her mouth around the head and the top five inches, and using her hand to stroke the remaining five. At last, Isaac grunted in happiness as a thick jet of white cum erupted from the head of his cock and flooded her mouth and throat. Choking on the foamy mess, Holly fell back and the second stream sprayed across her chest and the floor.

After swallowing the thick cream that had filled her mouth, she wiped the semen off her chest and wrapped her tongue around her fingers to lap up every drop. Surprising Isaac, she even got down on all fours and hungrily licked his seed off the floor like a dog in the kitchen of a clumsy chef.

Once she was certain she had consumed every glob, she returned to the tap and once again sucked him off, trying to drain any last bullets that had not been fired. Damn, this girl was wild.

“Oh my God,” she purred, “that was so delicious. I’ve always wanted to be soaked in my Master’s semen.”

She thinks semen is delicious… this girl really is crazy. “How about having it inside you?”

Holly’s face lit up. “You mean it?”

“Sure, we don’t even need condoms. Unfortunately, while I can certainly shoot a lot, my guys… aren’t very strong.” Holly looked at him in confusion and he averted his eyes in shame. “My tadpoles… don’t have tails. They’re basically stagnant and useless. High quantity, low quality. The only thing I’ve ever really wanted was to start a family, but… I’m sterile. Just… keep it a secret, ok?”

This wasn’t like just having received a vasectomy; he had no choice in the matter. It didn’t matter if he had a large member or could build a home with his own two hands, the fact that he was incapable of getting a woman pregnant was a huge devalue to his masculinity and it made him feel like he would die alone without having ever made anything that really mattered.

Sensing her Master’s vulnerability, Holly stood up and walked over. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in and kissed him, the first time she had ever kissed a man. “That just means you can pump all of your seed into me and never have to worry. Now please, Master, make me your slave forever.”

She then let go and walked into his bedroom, unfastening her bra as she walked and removing her pants and underwear when she reached his bed. She clutched herself nervously as she felt Isaac’s eyes run up her supple body. “I’ve been waiting to find a man who could become my Master and take my virginity.”
Isaac let slip a small chuckle. “You’re a virgin?”
Holly blushed with arousal from the rush of flashbacks sparking in her mind. “My sisters always told me that I should save my virginity for the man I fall in love with. When I said they took turns violating me for hours on end, I meant that they sodomized me. I loved it so much, all the things they forced inside me and how they made my asshole gape. But they never put anything more than fingers in my pussy, they were always sure that my hymen wouldn’t be broken. They truly did love me and cared about me.”

She then climbed up onto the bed and got on all fours, spreading her legs and letting Isaac stare at her glistening pussy and her accepting anus. “Now please, Master, come and rape me.”

“Ok, you really shouldn’t joke like that,” he scolded.

Holly giggled and began shaking her rear from side to side. “I mean it, I want you to violently force yourself in me. Please, Master, rip away my virginity with your cock. I want it to hurt. I want it to be painful and brutal. I want to scream and cry in ecstasy. Rape me like a dirty little slut. Make me your property. I want to be your personal cum dumpster for you to abuse and violate whenever you want. Please, Master, rape me with all your strength.”
‘Yep, bat-shit crazy…’

In his mind, Isaac was considering the ramifications of fulfilling his offer. This girl was clearly mentally unstable and potentially dangerous. He really didn’t want to end up skinned alive and worn as footy pajamas because of Holly’s “devotion” to her Master. On the other hand, he would get his own personal sex slave, not to mention that crazy girls were always the best in bed. Looking down at his erect cock, he knew the answer had been made for him.

Shrugging, he fully undressed and climbed on the bed. Instead of simply mounting her, he decided to tease her. Lowering his head, he grabbed her hips and began flicking his tongue through her sopping wet pussy. She was nearly dripping with liquid arousal, how could he not want to sample her lovely honeypot? She was delicious to say the least, sweet like tea and as soft as ripe fruit.

With each movement of his tongue, he drank her in and savored her moans of pleasure. Holly was used to having her pussy licked, she would spend countless hours with one of her sisters’ long hair laid across her belly with her head bobbing. To feel a man’s tongue against her womanhood was almost a completely different sensation, especially since she knew what was coming.

“Master, please! I can’t wait any longer!”

“Well that’s too bad. You’re my toy and I’m going to play with you however I want. You’re my property, remember?”

Holly smiled and a tear of happiness rolled down her cheek. “Yes, I remember. Use my body however you want, Master. I’m your slave,” she whispered with her heart (and pussy) overflowing. She was finally home.

Continuing to familiarize himself with his new toy, he moved up and began sodomizing her with his tongue. The homeless shelter she stayed at must have had some good showers, because Holly might as well have had her anus bleached. As he plunged his tongue into her over and over, he reached up and began thumbing her pussy.

Holly had her face buried in Isaac’s pillow, moaning in happiness and basking in her Master’s scent while she felt his thumb stir her womanhood. She had learned how to stifle her voice in the orphanage. She and her sisters all knew Hell would be raised if their foster parents had discovered their nightly all-girl gangbangs. However, she was unwinding in this new environment, and she was becoming carelessly loud.

“Oh Master! It’s too much!”

Her orgasm was as dramatic as her voice, as Isaac nearly had his thumb forced out by the spray of liquid arousal that pumped from her slit.

Isaac sat up and laughed. “Look at this, my new pet just made a mess on my bed. Seems this dog kennel mutt isn’t housebroken.”

He was getting back into the mental rhythm he had experimented with when she sucked him off, his original unease at this kind of sex disappearing.

“I’m sorry I’m such a dirty bitch, Master,” she whined happily.

“Sorry isn’t going to cover it, you need to be punished.”

He got off the bed and reaching into his nearby bureau. He drew one of his unused ties and then grabbed Holly’s soaked panties. Climbing back onto the bed, he did not hesitate to cram the lingerie into her mouth, and then holding her arms behind her back, he bound her wrists with the tie. With the gag and restraints, Holly nearly came right then and there. Tying her up was one of her sisters’ favorite games to play at night and it made every sensation ten times kinkier and thereby a hundred times more enjoyable.

I really hope I’m doing this right. It’s not too tight for her, is it?

With the strength earned from millions of hammer swings, Isaac effortlessly picked her up and held her against him, her back pressed against his bare chest. He could feel her heart beating wildly and her lungs expand and contract with each fluttering breath she took. Careful not to let her fall, he reached up with one arm and grabbed her left breast, squeezing hard. With his other arm, he reached down and rammed his ring and middle finger into her virgin slit, while clamping down on her erect clitoris with his thumb and index finger.

The combination of the brutal squeeze of her breast and hard pinch of her clitoris left Holly screaming at the top of her lungs through her gag. To a masochist like her, the pain she was experiencing was unlike any sensation she had ever encountered, the greatest euphoria in her life. There was also the proximity of Isaac’s cock to her pussy. It was so close that he could have entered her easily.

Holding her up, Isaac violently worked his fingers in her virgin slit, while his grip in his left and right hand never once faltered. He was really beginning to enjoy this S&M thing. He was not a cruel man or sadistic, but the fact that she was so willing and desperate to receive pain allowed him to experiment with new things. He had to admit, her screams of pleasure and pain did excite him.

It took less than a minute for Holly to have her second orgasm, and it was even wetter than her first. She was semi-conscious and the happiest she had ever been. Isaac laid her back down on the bed but raised her hips. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he had to fuck her.

“You said you wanted it to be rough and painful, so I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to deflower you in one shove. If you want me to stop, slam your feet against the bed.”

In reply, she just shook her ass like a cat in heat, her nonverbal means of begging him to fuck her. Taking a deep breath, Isaac hefted his manhood and held it against her glistening slit. He slowly inserted the head, giving him just enough of a hold so that he wouldn’t immediately fall out.

Holly shivered as she felt his organ penetrate her, even if it was only the head. At last, she would be his true slave. Taking another deep breath, Isaac secured his hand on her hips and then pushed forward with everything he had. She was a virgin, so she should have been tight, but her arousal was so intense that he slid in easily.

It took less than a second for him to fully enter her, but as soon as she felt her hymen break and the first few inches spread her wide, she screamed at the top of her lungs through her gag. Never in her life had she felt anything like this before, even when her older sister first sodomized her with a toothbrush handle. She had been as wet as possible, but the friction she felt when he entered her was still overpowering, not to mention the sheer size of Isaac’s cock made her feel like she was about to be split open.

However, no aspect of anything just listed was short of total jubilation. To say she was in Heaven would be an understatement, she could not imagine Heaven possibly being better than this moment right now, and the tears of pleasure and pain running down her face only solidified that.

Considering the fact that she wasn’t frantically slapping her feet against the bed, Isaac took it as a sign that she was enjoying herself. Taking a moment to get used to her tightness, he pulled his cock halfway out and examined the crimson varnish of her torn hymen, chuckling to himself as it dripped off the raised veins of his manhood. Reforming his grip on her sides, he forced himself back into her and made her scream a second time, but at a lower volume. After a few strokes inside to loosen her up, Isaac began to pick up speed.

Holly’s pussy was so tight around his cock, it felt like she was sucking him in with a vacuum, but it was also so wet and soft, he felt like he was receiving another blowjob. Again and again, he slammed his body against her cute, barely-legal ass, forcing his cock as far into her as possible. The view was as sexy as could be, with her jiggling ass being skewered and crashing against his lap. He could see the ripples from each thrust echoing out through her soft flesh, a testament to how hard he was fucking her. Every penetration sent his manhood crashing against her womb, making her scream in masochistic joy.

As time passed, the clapping of her thighs against his and the creaking of the bed springs intensified, much like Isaac’s aggressive horniness. With each deep impact he made, Holly’s screams of pleasure increased, but he wanted to experiment with her masochism.

Reaching around, he pulled her panties out of her mouth, letting her fully breathe and speak. Before she could say anything, Holly shuddered as Isaac pushed the saliva-soaked panties into her asshole.

“So how do you like getting fucked?”

“Oh God! It feels like you’re going to rip me open! Master, your cock is going to tear me apart!” she screamed happily.

In reply, Isaac, grabbed her bound wrists and her braided ponytail, using them both as handles and pulling her up so that she no longer had her face buried in his pillow. He continued to push against her with all his strength, each time throwing her forward with every penetration, then pulling her back onto his cock before it could come out. The pain in her shoulders and her scalp from having her arms and hair pulled more than fulfilled her masochistic desire, and the fact that Isaac was now pulling her against his cock like a human fleshlight instead of simply mounting her granted her the euphoric sense of degradation she so richly desired.

“Oh yes! Please, Master! Rape me harder! Rape my slutty pussy! Let me get addicted to your cock!” she moaned with her tongue out like the members of KISS.

Between her legs, splash after splash of her orgasmic fluid was running down the underside of Isaac’s cock before soaking the bed beneath them. Isaac then let her go and pushed her down into the bed, putting his whole weight on her as he penetrated her deepest recesses. He had her completely pinned and was even holding onto the edges of the mattress to give himself better leverage for his thrusts.

As well as having her snatch hammered, Holly was relishing in the sensation of being smothered by her new Master. It made her feel weak, it made her feel vulnerable, and it made her feel completely at mercy to his desires.

Over and over, he lifted up his torso and then dropped it back down, sending himself deep into her enveloping wet lips. As he fucked her, he ran his lips up the side of her neck, savoring the taste of her soft skin. In just over a minute, be was crashing into Holly’s womb with so much force that his bed was beginning to rock and bounce, and his headboard was knocking flakes of plaster off the wall.

Once the sound of wood on wood overshadowed Holly’s screams of ecstasy, he decided it was time to change position. Lying down beside her, he pulled her panties out of her asshole and then crammed them back into her mouth. She certainly didn’t object; he nearly lost his fingers when she hungrily ripped them from his grip with her teeth like a junkyard dog.

Flipping her onto her side, he raised her leg and worked himself back into her. However, instead of resuming the cycling thrusts, he pulled his cock all the way out simply so that he could re-enter her. Every time the tip of his cock spread her lips, a shiver of happiness ran through Holly’s body.

His teasing was short lived, and soon enough, he had returned to his machine-like rhythm. As he thrust into her, Isaac thought back through what Holly had told him about her older sisters during their nightly sexcapades. Along with spanking and nonstop sodomy, she said she was often choked. Isaac had never choked anyone, but as long as he was careful, Holly would be fine. Taking the risk, he reached up and closed his hand around her neck with a gentle squeeze.

As soon as she felt his rough powerful hand wrap around her soft vulnerable throat, Holly screamed through her gag and an undulating fountain of her biological lubrication sprayed from her skewered pussy, flying clear across the room. Isaac was squeezing her throat just enough to make breathing difficult, and that fearful excitement was more than enough to make her climax over and over again.

Having lost track of time, Isaac could feel his own climax bubbling within him. What had originally been a far-off deadline was now an impending completion to this amazing night. His strength was declining rapidly and his control was weakening. Time for the grand finale.

Grunting, he gave a last desperate handful of thrusts, before a flood of semen erupted from his cock and filled Holly’s pussy to the point of overflowing. Jet after jet was fired straight into her womb, making her moan with its warmth. She felt like steaming-hot soup had just been poured directly into her womanhood, a sensation so intense that she nearly thought she was being burned. To feel her Master’s seed in her womanhood, it filled her with bliss, her long-cherished dream coming true and her life’s purpose finally being found.

Pulling out of her, Isaac fired his last round, spraying his seed across her chest and face and marking her as his own. More exhausted than he had been in months, he pulled her panties out of her mouth and untied her wrists.

“Thank you, Master. That was everything I had dreamed it being and more,” she whispered happily, rubbing his semen across her naked body like it was sunscreen. She wanted more, she wanted to be completely drenched in his scent, but this would do for now.

Chuckling, Isaac leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, on the one bare spot not covered with rapidly drying semen. “Forget getting a place of your own, this is your home now. From now on, you’re my pet, my toy, and my slave.”

He had come to fully accept her and realized that this sadomasochism thing was more fun than he had ever imagined. His words sent a tear of happiness rolling down her cheek. He reached out and wiped it away, then cupped her cheek.

“Thank you, Master.”





Chapter Two



‘I don’t want to get up, this bed is so warm…’

Feeling like he was coming out of anesthesia, Isaac could hear activity in the background of his apartment, but he didn’t have the strength to open his eyes, especially after how hard he had “worked” the night before.

I don’t hear my alarm going off and I don’t have to take a piss, thereby proving that I don’t have to get out of bed.

He pulled up the blankets over his face, but even while covered, he could smell something delicious. Was that… eggs? And coffee? And dare he dream of bacon? Even more, he could feel a warm wet tongue slithering back and forth across his manhood, diligently soaking him before an unbelievably soft mouth sucked him off.

‘Ok, I’m clearly dreaming, just another sign that I should stay in bed and enjoy it.’

But while he was thinking that, his now throbbing erection was causing blood to rush through his body and slowly wake him up.

“Master, it’s time to rise…”

Opening his eyes, he found his gaze intermingling with Holly’s, who was diligently and lovingly massaging his cock with her mouth.

“What time is it?” Isaac groaned.

She giggled while rubbing his cock against her face like a washcloth. “You had your alarm set for 7:00 am. I figured my Master should be woken up by something much more pleasurable than a beeping clock. You were certainly stubborn, Master. I thought I would have to take drastic measures.”

Isaac chuckled. “That certainly is the best way to be woken up.”

“I timed it perfectly, you still have plenty of time before your breakfast gets cold.”

Reaching down over the side of the bed, she picked up a large mug of steaming coffee and a plate of eggs and bacon.

Isaac stared at the morning feast with wide eyes. “Breakfast in bed too?”

“Of course, it is the slave’s duty to take care of her Master’s every need.”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes, don’t worry. But please, Master, enjoy yourself and let me get my REAL breakfast,” she purred with a coy smile.

Basking in the joy only reserved for the hedonistic emperors of ages past, Isaac laid back in bed and sampled the feast of the morning Gods, all while his indescribably dedicated love slave bobbed her head back and forth while using every soft spot in her mouth to pleasure him.

Halfway through his breakfast, he grunted through a surge of muscle spasms as Holly triggered his first orgasm of the day. Semen sprayed across her face and filled her mouth, every drop of which she gluttonously slurped up. Lacking the strength so early in the morning for anything strenuous, Isaac’s manhood quickly deflated. Regardless, Holly continued to suck him off, desperately trying to siphon out any remaining globs of semen, as well as merely playing around with his flaccid cock in her mouth like a kitten with a new toy.

“You are the greatest slave I could have ever asked for,” Isaac said while rubbing her head.

His praise gave her a smile as bright as July 4th fireworks, and continuing her cat-like behavior, she purred and nuzzled against his hand. His breakfast done and his morning semen reserves depleted, Isaac got out of bed and stretched with a grin on his face.

“Do you have work today?” he asked.

“Yes, I have the morning and early afternoon shift, 8:00 am to 4:00 pm.”

“Perfect, then I’ll drive you to work. I should be home at around 6:00. Can you take a cab home?”

“I can walk, the diner is close. You don’t have to worry about me, Master,” she said humbly as he got dressed.

Fulfilling her role as a slave, she handed him his clothes and even buttoned his shirt for him.

“Stop it. As your Master, I order you to let me drive you to work.”

Holly blushed and smiled. “Thank you, Master. And I promise I’ll have dinner ready by the time you get home.”

In reply, Isaac kissed her and then left the bedroom. Entering the den, he looked around in surprise. His apartment had never been so… clean! Everything had been put away, every surface was spotless, and the air smelled… lemony? Did she use air freshener? Since when was there a can of air freshener in his apartment?!

“When did you wake up?”

“Like I said, I grew up on a farm,” she giggled while kissing him on the cheek.



“Isaac, can I speak to you for a minute?” Donna called from her office on the first floor, stopping him just as he and Holly were going to step outside. From the tone of her voice, he had a feeling it wasn’t good.

“Go out to my truck and wait for me,” he said to Holly before stepping out of the lobby and into the dingy reformatted storage room.

The office was filled with stacks of paperwork with everything from bills to tax returns, all set up on rickety pieces of furniture that looked like they had fallen off a garbage truck. Behind her severely out of date computer, Donna was sipping her coffee with a smug look on her face.

“I REALLY hope you aren’t going to tell me that a hundred more things broke down since I fixed everything yesterday,” he groaned. “I have to head out to another job.”

“No, it’s not that. I wanted to congratulate you on getting laid last night. It seems you found a real gem, young too.”

“Hey, she’s 18. There is no such thing as “barely legal”, just legal and illegal.”

Donna’s smug smile only twisted as she sipped from her coffee mug. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not judging you for her age. I’m judging you for the fact that you basically had the entire building shaking like your headboard. You live on the TOP FLOOR, in the CORNER, with NOBODY AROUND YOU, yet I doubt any of our handful of tenants did not hear her screaming. Mrs. Jenkins called me and asked if she should call the police, so… prepare to get some very strange looks from your fellow cohabitants.”

“Well you tell them that everything I did last night could not have been more consensual. And by the way, her name is Holly and she’s moving in with me, so you’re going to see more of her.”

“I certainly wouldn’t mind hearing more from her,” she laughed, prompting Isaac to sigh and depart.

Walking across the parking lot beside the apartment building, Isaac muttered a curse as he approached his truck. Holly was waiting for him patiently, but she wasn’t alone. Talking with her was Alice.

“Master is so kind, letting me stay with him after just meeting me,” Holly said with her signature blush.

The look on Alice’s face was one that she had clearly made several times throughout the conversation. It silently projected the words “uh… ok?” every time Holly said something strange. Of course, being such a ditz, Holly never noticed this look.

“Sorry, Alice, but Holly and I have to go to work. What are you even doing up this early? It’s summer for God’s sake,” said Isaac, trying to separate the two girls.

“I just wanted to meet your new girlfriend,” Alice replied with sarcastic sweetness. “She has tits, she can ride a roller coaster, and she has the personality of a hentai character…” she muttered as she walked past him.



“Do me a favor from now on. When we’re in public or you’re talking about me to someone, call me Isaac,” he, approaching the diner to drop off Holly.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” she whimpered fearfully.

Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle at her cuteness and reached out to rub the top of her head. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. People will just get confused or might get the wrong idea when they hear you call me ‘Master’. Trust me, I love hearing you call me that, but to other people it’s probably considered strange or inappropriate.”

“So who was she? A friend of yours?”

“In a sense. Alice, she’s a fellow tenant, and since I’m the building’s repairman, I occasionally have to fix things in her apartment. I hope you two got along.”

“I hope we did too. She’s so adorable, I just want to pick her up and hug her!” Holly squealed, making Isaac laugh.

Coming to a stop in the lot behind the diner, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. “Do you know where the grocery store is? Do you know my address?” Holly nodded. “Here, I know my kitchen is pretty barren, so pick up whatever you need at the store for dinner and I’ll do the real shop tomorrow. Take a cab so that you don’t have to carry everything home,” he said, handing her a bundle of cash.

“What should I make?”

“Surprise me, I’m certainly not a picky eater.”

“Ok, I’ll see you tonight, Master.”

She leaned over and gave him a loving kiss, and as she climbed out of the truck, Isaac called out to her. “One more thing, you’ll need this.”

Raising her hand, she caught a key tossed to her, the spare key to his apartment. Staring at it, she had a look on her face like he had just given her a diamond ring.



Throughout the day, Isaac and Holly could not keep their thoughts off each other, and with each hour that passed, they got hornier and hornier. All throughout the process of demolition, Isaac maintained a near-constant erection as he thought about Holly’s wet pussy and her soft mouth. What would he do when he got home? Would he mount her as soon as he saw her? Would he bring her to her knees and skull-fuck her? She had opened up a whole new world to him and he was going to explore it.

During his lunch break, he zoomed around the Internet on his phone, looking up ways to satisfy his masochistic girlfriend. The sites he found suggested everything from hot wax dripping to role-play. Vanilla by nature, he felt very nervous towards many of the actions suggested, like whipping. He had been raised to never hit a woman and the last thing he wanted was to actually injure Holly, but she seemed to love everything that he naturally abhorred. But if he simply acted to satisfy her and fulfill her wishes and desires, that would be ok, right?

For Holly, it was increasingly difficult to focus on her work. Her face was always flushed with arousal and anticipation. What would Master do to her when he got home? Would he spank her? Choke her? Would he fuck her so violently that she would cry? If she asked, would he even sodomize her?

As she fantasized of the pleasure and pain her beloved Master would inflict on her, her mouth watered like she was Pavlov’s dog and her panties became as wet as the kitchen washcloths. Unfortunately, her wondering mind caused her to make a few mistakes, even overfilling a few customers’ coffee cups.



With what looked like mallet handle stuffed into the front of his pants, Isaac hurried down the apartment hallway, trying to pick up even the lightest scent of the dinner waiting for him. Unlocking his door, he stepped into his apartment and called out Holly’s name. The unit was empty and he didn’t smell any food being cooked. In his hand was a paper bag, which he placed on the coffee table in the den.

“Holly? Are you here?”

No reply came, and with a quick search of the rooms, he found no sign that she had returned to the apartment. Had she been asked to stay late at work? Had she gotten lost in the city? Had she possibly found someone else to be her Master? No, her things were still here, she wouldn’t have left them behind. Regardless he had to go look for her.



Stepping out of the diner, Isaac pondered over where Holly could be. All of her coworkers had told him that Holly left hours ago, after spending her entire shift in a happy daze. Truth be told, they had never seen anyone so happy, but she wasn’t exactly very productive… The chefs even told him to pass on the warning that she could lose her job if she had another day of screw-ups. The only place he could think of was the grocery store, but why would she still be there? Unless…

A sad smile crossed his face. “Ah, of course.”



Holly sat on the bench in front of the grocery store, looking like a little kid called to the principal’s office for the first time. There weren’t any bags around her, and it was clear she had been there for well over an hour. Had she even gone into the store? For once, she was blushing not in arousal or sexual embarrassment, but deep shame. She looked so fragile in the light of the setting sun, so sweet.

The red hue deepened as Isaac walked over, and she even hid her face when he sat down beside her. They were both silent for a few minutes, Isaac knowing she desperately wanted to talk and deciding to just wait her out until she swallowed her pride.

At last, Holly pulled her legs up onto the bench and hid her mouth behind her knees. “I couldn’t decide what to get. I just walked throughout the aisles over and over again, unsure of what you would want. The harder I tried to decide, the more scared I got. I didn’t want to disappoint you, a slave can never disappoint her Master.”

“I figured as much. It’s my fault, I should have remembered you saying how hard it is for you to make decisions. I’ve met other people like you, people who basically fall apart when facing any kind of decision. A lot of them have been clients. Considering the fact that the bacon and eggs were the last thing I had in my kitchen, I can see why you didn’t have this problem this morning.”

“I’m sorry, Master. You deserve a better slave than me. I couldn’t even make you a simple¬—”

Holly was rendered silent as Isaac put his powerful arm around her and pulled her close. “There was a guy named Sun Tzu who once said something along the lines of “if soldiers don’t obey because they don’t understand, it’s the commander’s fault” or something like that. Anyway, he was a lot smarter than me so he was probably right.

If you have trouble making decisions, then I’ll just have to teach you to be more decisive. It’s not like I can be angry at a pet that I haven’t even trained. I told you this morning, you’re the best slave ever and I meant it.”

“But what about dinner?”

Isaac stood up. “Eh, let’s just order takeout. You can cook dinner tomorrow. It’s a personal rule of mine not to work on Sundays and your boss told me to tell you you’re off tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy the day. Come on, let’s do a big shop while we’re here and you can cook dinner tomorrow.”

He then held out his hand to her and she smiled with wet eyes.

“Yes, Master!”



The evening news was playing out on the TV and Isaac and Holly were lounging on the couch, each with a paper box of food and a pair of chopsticks.

“You’re right, that was delicious. And you can really order it any time?” Holly asked, rubbing her full stomach.

“Are you kidding? I have those guys on speed dial. I hate cooking for myself, so my dinners aren’t always very healthy. But I certainly burn off all those calories with how hard I work.”

“Well starting tomorrow, you’ll never have to cook for yourself. You’ll get a delicious home-cooked meal every night.”

Standing up, she cleaned the coffee table of all the remains of their meal and discarded them in the kitchen trashcan. While she cleaned up, Isaac brought up the cable guide to see if there were any movies they could watch. Once finished, she returned to the den and stood behind the couch.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Master? Anything to eat or drink? A neck-rub perhaps?”

“I’m fine, Holly. Thank you.”

“Are you sure? If there are any chores or jobs you need done, I’ll be more than happy to complete them for you.”

Isaac again chuckled, greatly amused by her desperate need to satisfy others and be useful. He decided he might as well throw her a bone.

“Tell you what, I’m feeling a tad bit bold. Come over here and give me some body heat.”

Happy to obey, Holly returned to the couch. Sitting beside Isaac, she curled up against him and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. Having finally found a good movie about to start, Isaac gave a sigh of relief and put his arm around Holly, holding her tightly with her head rested on his chest. Feeling his arm around her like a blanket, Holly blushed in happiness and settled in like a sleepy kitten.

This… this moment, right here and now, it was one she had never anticipated. When she decided to follow her dream of finding a man who would be her Master, she never really thought beyond being used to satisfy his sexual desires and follow orders, as that was all she ever wanted to do. But now, she was being embraced in a way that gave her a form of pleasure that went beyond her wildest dreams.

She used to huddle together with her brothers and sisters on movie night at the orphanage, and would try to snuggle in their laps when she pretended to be a cat or dog, but none of that compared to this. What she and Isaac were doing didn’t involve sex, was not a game of perversion, and had nothing to do with their relationship as slave and Master. They were simply two people who cared about each other, enjoying each other’s company while watching a movie and resting from a long day of work.

Last night, she realized that she had found her home, but never before had it felt so much like a real home than at this very moment. How strange, this may have been one of the few times in her life, when without fulfilling someone’s orders or being dominated and used… she was truly happy.


“Oh, by the way, Holly, I have a few gifts for you,” said Isaac as the movie credits began to roll.

Having been about to fall asleep, Holly perked up with the look of a cat spotting the fluttering wings of a moth. “Gifts?”

“Just a few things to welcome you home.”

He picked up the paper bag he had placed on the coffee table earlier, and reaching inside, he pulled out a cell phone and gave it to her. It wasn’t anything expensive or complex, just an old slide model from SAMSUNG, but the look on Holly’s face was priceless.

“I just wish I had been able to give this to you sooner, that way it would have been easier to find you.”

“Thank you so much, Master! I’ve wanted one of these since I was a little kid!” she squealed.

Smiling, Isaac then drew a large dog collar, which he picked up from the local pet store. It was one of the suggestions he had found online. On the ring was a heart-shaped tag, labeled HOLLY.

“I had to look around at a few places before I could find the right tag, but what use is a collar if its doesn’t have my pet’s name on it?”

Holly was left speechless and nearly on the verge of tears when she saw the collar, and as Isaac secured it around her neck, she began to cry in happiness.

“How is it? I hope it’s not too tight.”

In reply, Holly threw herself at Isaac and hugged him with all her strength. “It’s perfect, Master!”



Holly kneeled in the bedroom doorway, her clothes gone and her hands tied above her head. Isaac had secured a leash to her collar, tied it around her wrists so that her arms were raised straight up, and secured the handle around a hook he drilled into the cross beam of the frame above.

The leash’s pull on her collar was just tight enough to halve every breath she could take in, nothing more than a fabric aphrodisiac. Just like the night before, her panties had been stuffed into her mouth for a gag, but they were already soaked from her mouth watering in arousal.

“I said I would teach you to be more decisive, but all teaching requires some form of discipline and punishment. Your first lesson will be why you shouldn’t fail to do what I ask. You need to learn it tonight, so the lesson will stay fresh in her mind.” said Isaac, crouching in front of her with his belt tied around his hands.

With her mouth full, Holly simply flashed him the Bambi eyes to make herself appear apologetic and weak. Standing up, Isaac unraveled his belt and took aim. He had seen this a porno and copied it, even using some of a dialogue. Just holding his belt, knowing what he was going to do with it, it was way out of character for him and it had his stomach in knots. But if Holly liked it, then he could probably learn to enjoy it as well.

After letting himself enjoy the sight of the torrential emotion and arousal in Holly’s eyes, he lashed out with the belt and struck her left breast. Holly screamed in euphoria through her gag, while the melon-sized orb of jiggling flesh turned red with a growing welt. Already, drops of liquid arousal could be seen running down her inner thighs.

He had meant to strike her lightly, but the force of the leather was greater than he had expected and he was momentarily petrified that he had gone too far. He looked into her eyes, expecting her to see a teary signal him to stop, but instead he stared into a ravenous gleam, begging him to increase the brutality.

“Ok… um… This is—this is what happens when you disobey me: you get punished. Do you understand?”

Squealing in happiness but also trying to appear like she was suffering, Holly nodded her head frantically. That was probably the funniest aspect of this S&M dance: if anything, he was conditioning her to disobey him. This was just a game to the two of them. He would pretend to be angry and beat her, and she would pretend like she was suffering and not actually in total ecstasy.

He continued whipping her again and again, learning to take pleasure in the sound of the hard leather striking her soft skin. With each snap to her beautiful body, Holly would cry out in happiness. Every red welt on her skin felt like a tattoo of dedication to her Master, the stinging pain a delicious bonus. Her breasts were swollen and throbbing and her flat belly looked like it was covered in rope burns. Her body was glistening with sweat, she had a bit of drool on her chin, and tears were streaming down her face.

Isaac was also getting turned on, some small primal part of him finding joy in inflicting harm to this beautiful girl, but what really aroused him was how much it got her going. The fact that she was enjoying it so much was what really turned him on.

Lowering the strikes, Isaac began swatting her glistening pussy with his belt. Her jubilant screams reached new levels of intensity as the plump lips of her gate of paradise quivered from the pain. The whips to her tits and belly had caused pussy juice to run down her thighs, but upon striking the source, it was like the floodgates were ripped open and waterfall of horniness poured out onto the floor.

Every time the end of Isaac’s belt struck her sensitive lips, another splash of her arousal would crash against the floor and widen the puddle she had formed. Isaac couldn’t help but wonder how many orgasms had charged through her.

“Look at the mess you made on the floor, disgusting. You really are just a dog kennel bitch,” he laughed as he removed her panties from her mouth.

“I’m sorry, Master. I promise I’ll do better. Please forgive me,” she whimpered, licking her lips.

“Not yet, you clearly haven’t learned your punishment from the mess you made in my bed last night. You clearly have an attitude problem. I need to be even harsher in punishing you.”

Isaac then reached up and unfastened the end of the leash from the hook in the doorframe, letting Holly drop down onto all fours. With his foot on her back to push her down, he pulled up on the leash until she was left gasping. With his free hand, he raised his belt and lashed her across her cute little ass.

“Oh God! Yes!” Holly cried out as the first of many welts became embroidered on the two lily-white cheeks. Isaac swung again and again, striking Holly’s ass with increasing brutality. Her screams of happiness only climbed in volume and intensity, and she even began to touch herself.

After just over a minute, Isaac decided that he wanted some physical pleasure. Pulling her up with the leash, he did not hesitate to reveal his pulsing cock and cram it into her mouth. As if woken from a dream, she jerked and quickly began sucking him off with her eyes filled with love.

He briefly stopped the faux punishment and returned to his true personality, no longer pulling on her leash and instead stroking her hair and wiping away the tears she had shed earlier. He looked down at her pretty face with a smile on his own, so glad he had met the perverted little minx.

Sensing his approaching orgasm, he reacquainted himself with the dominant role, grabbed the sides of her head, and began violently slamming his cock against the back of her throat. Holly simply sat there and took it, relishing the abuse.

“Make sure you catch it all!” Isaac groaned, releasing a foaming geyser of semen into Holly’s mouth.

His hands lost their grip and she fell back, nearly choking on the vast flood of his seed. Unable to swallow it all, she could do nothing as the second jet plastered her face, the third left a foamy white rope across her chest, and the fourth merely landed on the floor and mixed with the puddle of her pussy juice.

“Look at that, not only are you wasteful, but you made a mess of it. Go on, clean it up.”

He didn’t even need to speak; Holly was already licking the floor clean, savoring the taste of his and her nectars joined together. When she was done, Isaac pulled up on her collar and looked at her. She was covered in sweat, semen, and her own lubrication, and her welts were reaching the peak of their color.

“What a filthy little bitch you are, disgusting. Come on, let’s get you into the shower.”

Leash in hand, he walked to bathroom with Holly crawling behind him on all fours, happy as could be. Standing her up, he pushed her into the shower and turned it on, setting it to be comfortably hot but first having her bear through the stagnant cold. Holly yelped as the frigid water rained down upon her naked body, suddenly feeling like she was being whipped again. Her welts ached against the cold, stinging like cuts laced with salt. But while the freezing water should have left her pale as a ghost, she was flushed from head to toe with a look of ecstasy on her face.

As the water reached its desired temperature, she sensed Isaac enter the shower behind her. He had her raise her face into the liquid lasers with her mouth open, letting the water wash out all of the semen. With her mouth clean, she looked back at Isaac and he locked their lips, sending his tongue to wrap around hers. She purred as she felt his arms coil around her and his erection bump against her bruised rear. As he grabbed a bar of soap, she giggled.

“What’s so funny? I told you to I had to clean you up. It’s the Master’s duty to make sure his slave is taken care of.”

“Thank you, Master.” she whispered, rolling her head back as she felt the smooth bar of soap, encased in his callused hand, sweep slowly across her splendid mantle.

Her large breasts could barely fit in Isaac’s hands. They slipped and rolled out of his grip, slick as oiled latex by the soap. Regardless, Isaac thoroughly washed them, while of course taking this chance to familiarize himself with every glorious centimeter. When her breasts were properly lathered, he gave himself a few moments to tweak her nipples. A pinch with his index fingers and thumbs and then a gentle tug, that was all it took to make her scream in pleasure.

“Master, my breasts are really sensitive right now,” she hummed, though neither one of them was sure if she said that as way to ask him to stop or keep going.

“Well why do you think I’m teasing you there?” he asked while kissing the back of her ear.

Her breasts taken care of, he began to gently scrub her arms and back, all while running his tongue and lips across her soft neck endlessly. He then moved to her belly, so smooth and flat, before advancing to her toned thighs. Holly hummed and purred with each movement Isaac made, whether he let the soft bar of soap tickle her or used his hands to wipe the suds away, letting his rough palms polish her delicate skin like sandpaper.

Crouching down, Isaac rubbed her long legs with the soap, while letting his tongue scurry across her taut ass. Standing back up, Isaac pressed himself against her, and with a thick layer of scented foam in his palm, he slid his hand between her legs.

“Oh… Master…” Holly panted as he stroked the soft lips, still aching from the strikes of his belt.

“This area in particular needs to be cleaned.”

“It doesn’t matter how hard you scrub down there, Master. I’ll always be your dirty little whore,” Holly said lovingly.

Regardless of the toughness of Isaac’s skin, the sensation of the gentle caressing on her aching flesh felt to Holly like eating ice cream after a spicy meal. He continued to rub her, carefully scrubbing the entrance to her womanhood. About to enter her, he instead toyed with her hardened clitoris. No matter how light the pressure from his fingers, Holly moaned in arousal and nearly curled her body up like a shrimp. Giving her a moment to recover, he stopped and applied another layer of soap to his hand.

“Now to really clean you,” he chuckled, inserting his soapy fingers into her eager cunt.

Holly moaned in happiness from the penetration of his ring and middle fingers, able to feel him stir her insides like twin serpents burrowing into the same den. True, the size of his fingers was nothing compared to his cock, but the fact that he was touching her so intimately and so deeply made her feel like she was going to melt in his hand.

Time and time again, Isaac used his fingers to scrub her velvet sleeve. Once he got her all soaped up, he began splashing her insides with water to wash away every last bubble and spot of foam, leaving her pussy cleaner than the kitchen counter of a germaphobe with OCD.

Turning around, Holly pressed her naked body against Isaac’s and began kissing him. “I’m all clean now and ready to be used.”

“Not quite yet, there is still one spot that I need to check,” Isaac hinted, soaping up his middle finger and reaching down behind Holly.

She gave a soft yelp of joy as his soapy finger effortlessly entered her asshole and was buried all the way up to the knuckle.

“Wow,” Isaac laughed, “I didn’t think it would be so loose. Your sisters sure did a number on you. How does it feel?”

“The soap feels a bit weird, but it’s worth it to feel you in my naughtiest place. Now please, Master, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Well since you asked so nicely…”

Continuing to move his finger in and out of her asshole, Isaac used it as a handle on Holly as he pressed her against the shower wall. Using his other hand for added support, he waited for Holly to wrap her legs around him before entering her. After the thorough cleaning he had just implemented, her pussy welcomed him without any friction or resistance, yet it retained a tightness that he wouldn’t trade for the world. Bucking his hips, Isaac began thrusting into her with all of his strength, all while keeping her pressed against the wall with their lips interlocked.

Even through their kiss, Holly’s voice was able to escape. This was a new level of pleasure for her, the sensation of Isaac’s cock barreling into her slit with such destructive force, slamming against her innards like he was trying to bruise them. At the same time, he had his fingers churning in her asshole, having gone up from the single digit.

Isaac was just as happy, due to shower sex being his favorite kind. With hot water pouring on him, every inch of skin felt as good as the skin of his dick as he forced himself into her again and again. Every sensation was heightened, from the taste of her tongue to the jiggling of her chest against his own. Even the smoothness of her legs around his waist was crystal clear to him.

“Master, you’re too big! You’re going to break me!” Holly whined as she achieved her first of many orgasms.

“Relax, I can easily fix a broken toy.”

After completely pulling out of her, he replayed his trick from the previous night. Over and over again, he would penetrate her in a single powerful stroke, then pull out only to enter her once again. Each time he entered her, he triggered another mini orgasm in which a flood of pussy juice would drown his cock.

“I should be careful, I don’t want you keeling over from dehydration.”

“No, please don’t stop! I’ve never come so many times so quickly!” she screamed desperately.

“All right, well how about we change it up? I finally finished cleaning you out.”

Before Holly could say anything, Isaac pulled out of her slit one final time and refused to spare even a second before entering her back door. The sound Holly made could be compared to a cat with its tail stepped on, and even while soaking wet, he hair seemed to momentarily stand on end. She had been sodomized with a lot of things at the hands of her sisters, everything from broom handles to bananas. Hell, she couldn’t even count the number of times she had been fisted by her younger foster siblings.

But never in her life had she experienced such a potent combination of both thickness and length inside her ass. It was completely alien to every other sexual experience, it made her feel like Isaac was going to punch the underside of her stomach. This pain… it was ecstasy.

Isaac was nearly thrown back by the ravenous look engraved in Holly’s face. Her eyes had rolled back, tears were streaming from her eyes, her mouth was wide open, her tongue was reaching out, and was she screaming like a car alarm every time he buried his cock in her asshole up to the base. The sensation of anal sex was certainly different from vaginal sex, it was one long soft sleeve of wet flesh, while when he fucked her pussy, he could feel every ridge and bump.

Surprising enough, she was actually much tighter than he originally thought. If anything, her asshole was a vise grip on his cock! Had he not washed her out, he couldn’t imagine being able to move at all in her. He soon realized she was purposefully clamping down on him, not to keep him out, but to keep him from pulling out.

“Wow, you certainly are slut for anal sex.”

“I love it so much! It feels so amazing! Please fuck me harder, Master! Punish my asshole with your cock! Pump every drop of your semen into my ass!”

“Damn girl, it’s like you’re reading my mind,” he laughed, increasing the strength and power of his thrusts.

Isaac could feel his final orgasm of the night charging. Truth be told, he had fired most of his spunk with his blowjob, but he still had plenty to unleash. He didn’t have long, less than a minute if he was lucky, and he was going to put that minute to work. He threw all of his strength into his thrusts, slamming Holly against the shower wall like she was a human doorknocker. The stronger his thrusts became, the louder Holly screamed.

“Here it comes!” Isaac yelled, feeling like he was on the verge of passing out.

As his voice echoed through the bathroom, his control finally broke and every last tailless sperm was unleashed in a gushing torrent straight into Holly’s anus. She screamed from the incredible hydraulic pressure her Master was able to exert and had her final orgasm. Isaac slowly pulled out of her, and shuddering in pleasure, Holly looked down as the last splash of her liquid arousal squirted from between her legs and a waterfall of Isaac’s seed poured out of her anus. She sank to the floor and Isaac gave her a minute to wash herself off, then turned off the water.

“I think my slave has learned her lesson,” said Isaac as he brushed her long black hair out of her face.

She looked up him with a sweet childlike smile. “Yes Master, I won’t fail you again. But… Master… I don’t think I can walk. My legs feel like jelly.”

“Maybe I should take you to the vet. But until then, leave it to me.”

Reaching under her, he scooped her up with one arm against her back and the other under her knees. He stood up with her in her arms effortlessly, as if she were made of cotton balls. Holly blushed in his embrace, having always dreamed of being carried in the princess hold. Upon her Master’s orders, she grabbed a few towels from the nearby rack, and Isaac carried her to their bed. Laying her down, he used the towels to dry them both off, all while Holly gazed at him with a smile of adoration.

“You certainly look happy,” he said.

“Of course, I found a Master who is kinder than I ever dreamed and satisfies me more than even my sisters could.” She then reached out and placed her hand on his. “I love you, Master. I love you with all my heart. I want to be your property for the rest of my life.”

Isaac looked at her with a calm poker face, trying to think of a response. He had known this girl for a grand total of three days, yet she was easily the most interesting and unique person he had ever met. He had never encountered someone with such a pure soul and yet simultaneously, such a naughty and perverse mind.

The smile he saw on her face when she was whipped, choked, skull-fucked, or sodomized, was the same smile he would see on a dog wagging its tail with a Frisbee in its mouth, or a little kid in the parking lot of Disney World.

She was also an incredibly loyal person, more so than any girl he had ever dated. She would never go out and cheat on him, she would never get passive aggressive and bitchy at him, she would never scream at him about insignificant bullshit, and she would try to spite him. She was just happy to be taken in and cared for, to be given a purpose and sexual satisfaction. She lived to make others happy and wanted nothing in return but continued orders in which to happily fulfill. She was all that and with one of the sweetest personalities in the world.

Three days, that was all it had taken. Three days, that was how long it took for him to completely fall for her.

“I love you too, my dear sweet slave.”





Chapter Three



“Just a tad bit more,” Isaac said.

Holly lowered the gallon bottle of milk over the bowl of Raisin Bran, letting a small white splash soak down under the brown flakes.

“Perfect, just like that. Now, onto Cheerios…”

It was an interesting scene taking place in Isaac’s kitchen; it was like he and Holly were preparing a buffet. Isaac had originally started out simply trying to list things Holly could cook for breakfast and dinner, but with a sudden drive of perfectionism, Holly became incredibly needy for meticulously precise instructions on how everything had to be done. Isaac had told her he didn’t really care how she cooked, but afraid of leaving her Master unsatisfied, she wanted to closely examine every meal as to his personal preference. She needed something to strive for, something she could consider perfect in which to base her work on.

They had already gone over toast, hash browns, breakfast sausages, pancakes, eggs (of all types), and bacon, and were now in the area of cereal. It would be annoying if it weren’t so adorable.

Unfortunately, Isaac found his day off once again taken from him. He and Holly spent the entire day in the kitchen, either cooking food or scrubbing dishes so that they could make more food. He would have to remember to give Donna a big thank you for the large Tupperware set she gave him as a Christmas bonus the year before. He now had a week’s worth of breakfast waiting for him in the fridge. But to think, they still had to do dinners…



Isaac collapsed on his couch with a deep sigh. He was used to working hard and for long hours, but this was ridiculous. The sun had set and he had been cooking for about ten hours. He was halfway through Holly’s list of dinners she could possibly prepare for her beloved Master. The only break he had taken today was driving to the grocery store to buy a small fortune worth of food. Ok, maybe having a slave wasn’t all fun and games and bondage…

Looking over, he saw her standing nearby, clutching herself with an adorable blush of shame. “Master, I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you today. Every time I try to be a proper slave, I just end up make problems for you.”

Aw shit, how the hell was he supposed to stay mad at a face like that?

“That’s fine, a Master’s job is to take care of his slave, and that includes teaching her. You’re still settling in, I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

Holly then kneeled down and rested her chin on his knee like a dog seeing her owner eating. “Do you want to punish me? I’ll do anything to make up for today.”

Smiling, Isaac rubbed her on the top of her pretty little head. “Nah, it’s ok. Grab me the paper, I want to see the movie schedule. Let’s go out tonight.”

Holly grinned from ear to ear and rushed into the kitchen to find the morning paper.

Well, maybe a little punishment is in order…



“Yes Mrs. Goldman, I KNOW your show is about to start.”

“You don’t understand! It’s the season finale!”

“Yes, you’ve told me that already!”

“Well aren’t you going to fix it?! I’m sitting in the dark!”

“Yes I’m going to fix it, but I can’t do it here with my bare hands! I need to get down to the basement and check the circuit breaker!”

“Wait, don’t leave!”

“Mrs. Goldman, I have to leave if you want me to fix your power!”

“But I—”

Donna forced the conversation into a hiatus by slamming the apartment door, letting her release a groan of annoyance out in the hall. Some times she REALLY hated her tenants.

Please don’t get me involved, please don’t get me involved, please don’t get me involved… Isaac thought desperately.

He and Holly had been crossing the corridor when Donna suddenly stepped out of the Goldman apartment. Seeing Donna for the first time, a peculiar gleam entered Holly’s eyes.

“So where are you kids heading?” she asked, spotting the couple like a T-rex catching movement.

“Out to a movie. Do you need me to pick up anything while I’m gone?”

Offer to help in a way that will let him escape, a perfect plan.

“No, I’m ok. Goldman’s apartment just lost power. It’s probably just a blown fuse. I can take care of it. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just let her watch her show on my TV. You two go on, enjoy yourselves.”

“Speaking of which, Donna, this is Holly. Holly, this is Donna, my landlady.”

Hearing her name spoken, Holly perked up out of what appeared to be some very deep daydreaming, even though she was focused entirely on Donna.

“So you’re Isaac’s girl on the side. As long as I’ve known him, he’s been married to the job. I never imagined him to be the kind of guy who would have an affair,” Donna joked, shaking Holly’s hand.

“Oh, uh… it’s nice to meet you.”

“So Isaac says that you’re staying with him now? Kids these days just keep moving faster and faster.”

“Well I just aged out of an orphanage and had nowhere to go. I was so lucky to meet Ma-Isaac, he offered me his home when I had nowhere to go,” she said sweetly, momentarily stumbling in calling Isaac her Master.

“Well you certainly found yourself a good man. Just make sure you take equally good care of him.”

Holly’s face lit up and she even bowed her head. “Yes, I will!”

“And Isaac, you take good care of her!”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

After walking away and leaving Donna’s range of hearing, Isaac turned to Holly. She had a strange smile on her face and was even blushing. Wait, was her mouth watering?

“What’s with you?”

“They’re huge,” she said dreamily.

“What are?”

“Her breasts, they’re the biggest I’ve ever seen.”

Isaac then realized that that was the look of pure perversion. “Uh… ok…”

“There were two girls at my orphanage, twins. They had big breasts just like mine. They loved to rub them in my face but I loved it even more than they did. To be smothered by those soft, luscious gifts from God… it was orgasmic.”

“Wipe your chin, you’re drooling.”



Isaac and Holly were standing in line at the theater from their first date, counting the seconds until the movie would start. The theater was almost never packed like this, but it was the premier of a big summer blockbuster. Holly was clutching Isaac’s arm tightly, holding onto him for support while her legs threatened to buckle under her. Her face was flushed and glossy with sweat.

“Master… please…” she begged, speaking as softly as possible.

“Holly, I thought we agreed; all teaching requires some form of discipline. This isn’t a reward for today, this is punishment,” he whispered with a smug grin.

In his pocket he held a small pink remote with a dial. Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Isaac slowly pushed up the dial from 1 to 2. A shudder ran up Holly’s spine, brought on by the small rotor in her pussy increasing in the power of its vibrations. He had seen the toy in Holly’s suitcase when she was unpacking, realizing it was probably a memento or farewell gift from her sisters at the orphanage.

The tiny vibrator was battery powered, with a wire leading to the battery case and receiver for the remote signal. The receiver was secured to Holly’s leg by a rubber strap going around her thigh.

“But Master, there are people around.”

“Exactly. They call this a shaming punishment. You’re just going to have to hold it together until we get into the theater,” he replied while cranking it up to 3.

Isaac had read up on this while researching BDSM play. Just as Holly was working hard to prove herself as a proper slave, he had to prove himself as a deserving Master. In all honesty, he was just as nervous as she was, terrified of their game being discovered, and the look on her face, while erotic in a sense, was concerning.

Holly struggled to stay on her feet, feeling like a robot with all of its screws and bolts being shaken loose. She had thought it strange when Master told her to wear a skirt to the movies, but when he whipped out the rotor in the truck, she realized it was so that she wouldn’t completely soak her pants from her unwanted arousal. But her panties were already damp, and if her biological lubrication started to run down her legs, people would surely notice.

Taking another two steps forward in the line, Isaac pushed up the rotor to the fourth level, causing Holly to begin shuddering like the plastic bean in her pussy. She was gasping for air and hanging onto him for dear life. They were next in line, just after this next family of two parents and their three kids. Oh please, hurry up! For the love of God, HURRY UP!

“Pull it together,” Isaac whispered as the family moved off to the concession stand.

As he and Holly stepped forward to the ticket counter, he cranked up the rotor to 5. Holly struggled to stand up straight and close her mouth. Oh God, the cashier could totally tell what was happening! He had to! It was so obvious! Maintaining her composure felt all but impossible. The waves of pleasure rolling through her body, normally a welcomed blessing, were now a horrible burden.

Isaac ordered two tickets and Holly was filled with relief. Finally, they could go into the theater and have the cover of darkness and background noise. To her horror, Isaac pulled her over to the concession stand, all while bringing the rotor to level 6. Standing by the counter, Isaac purposefully took his time in making his decision. To Holly, every second that passed by felt like an hour.

He could see it on her face, her anguish. But maybe this was just a façade? Maybe she was more turned on than ever? Considering her level of masochism, she must have been having the time of her life. Hell, getting whipped and choked was her idea of a massage! He naturally wanted to stop, but the website said a Master couldn’t be lenient. He had to see it through to the end right along with her. He couldn’t ruin her fun.

“I think I’ll have the milk duds. What about you, honey?” Isaac asked, speaking to the cashier and to Holly teasingly. Holly forced herself to swallow her tongue. She had to remain strong!

“Oh, uh, I don’t want anything,” she stammered.

“Add a bag of m&ms to it,” Isaac told the cashier.

As Isaac paid for the candy with one hand, he used his other hand to push up the rotor intensity even higher, up to 7. Holly wanted to scream, the pleasure it was filling her with was literally on the verge of orgasmic! She wanted to touch herself so badly, she wanted to relieve the violent tingling between her legs. It was like her pussy was covered in bug bites and she wanted nothing more than to scratch them until she passed out!

Taking the milk duds and m&ms, Isaac led Holly to the theater entrance. Halfway there, he activated the eight level, making Holly yelp and fall to her knees. Many people turned to her and Isaac crouched down to help her up. This time, his worry was evident.

“Holly, are you ok?”

“Yeah… I uh… just tripped over my feet,” she said as convincingly as possible.

“Should we go home?”

“No, I’m ok.”

Clinging to Isaac’s arm with almost all her weight, she staggered with him into their theater. As she walked, her liquid arousal began to trickle down her legs. The sight that greeted her in that theater filled her with horror: it was a vast sea of people, almost every seat taken. Not only that, but the lights had not been turned off, so she couldn’t hide in the darkness.

“Come on, there are some open seats over here,” Isaac said, pulling her to the back row. Oh sweet relief, the row was empty!

Moving over a few empty seats, they finally settled down and Holly let out a small yelp in her struggle to contain her orgasm. The row was empty, but there was a woman sitting less than three feet in front of her! She wanted so badly to work her hand against her glistening slit, but if that woman looked back for any reason, she would be exposed!

At last, Isaac brought the rotor up to its highest setting, nearly making Holly scream in pleasure and humiliation. Night after night, she and her sisters had played with this toy, but it never felt as strong then as it did now! The little pink peanut felt like a cellphone set to vibrate! It was rumbling in her with such intensity, it was like she could hear it through her whole body.

Loud! It was so loud! How were the people around her not hearing this?! It sounded like a giant hornet was trying to take flight!

Finally, the lights turned off, but just as Holly was about to reach down and play with herself, Isaac reached across her and pinned her arms down.

“Master, please, I’m begging you! I can’t take it any longer!”

“Not yet, your punishment isn’t done.”

“How much longer?”

Isaac turned to her and tried to hide his unease with a smile. “You’ll know.”

Holly knew what he meant. He wasn’t going to turn off the rotor until she had an orgasm. But would she be able to contain herself? She had learned to stay quiet back at the orphanage, but that was only through muffling her voice with a pillow, a gag, or one of her sisters. She had two choices: either try and hold it in and fight the orgasm for almost two hours until they could get out of the theater, or risk getting caught, let it happen, and try to control herself. Aw hell, why was the first option even there?

As the movie began to play, she reached over and bit the collar of Isaac’s shirt. Forgive me for doing this to your shirt, Master, but I need at least something!

Chewing on the collar like she was having a bullet removed, Holly forced her body to relax and tried to let the orgasm occur. What had originally felt momentarily imminent since this torture began, now felt like it was miles away. She was so close to achieving her climax, but her body still didn’t have enough stimulation for that threshold to be crossed. Oh if only she could use her hands!

In desperation, Holly began rubbing her legs together and squirming in her seat, trying to create some grinding in her body. Her inner thighs were completely drenched, but she still couldn’t get there!

Holly released Isaac’s collar, knowing she had lost. She would have to beg with everything she had to be allowed to use her hands, or better yet, run to the bathroom. Just as tears of arousal and frustration began to trickle from her eyes, Isaac surprised her by leaning over and kissing her.

With their lips joined, Isaac used his free hand to reach into her skirt, pull down her panties, and began playing with her slit. With all the teasing it had received, the lips and interior were as tender as mashed potatoes, and his hand felt like it was being submerged in a hot bath.

Working two fingers inside his slave, Isaac listened to the tiny moans and whimpers that managed to escape from their locked lips. Using his thumb, he played with her clit like the joystick of a video game controller. Every flick, rub, and press made a deep shudder crawl up her spine. She was so cute; he would definitely punish her like this again. Five minutes into the movie, Holly finally came. A miniature waterfall of pussy juice flowed out between her legs, and only through again chewing on Isaac’s collar was she able to keep her voice contained.

At last, Isaac removed his arm and turned off the rotor, letting Holly rest. Until now, Holly had been afraid of making mistakes simply because she couldn’t bear upsetting or dissatisfying her Master. But now she found a new reason: she never wanted to do this again. This was some truly brutal punishment. But of course, while 90% of her brain was essentially crying from the experience, there was that 10%, in the deepest and darkest pits of her sexual desire, that wanted to do it again the next night.



“I had no idea you were so shy, you always seemed so shameless.”

“Of course I’m shy, I didn’t know those people. They weren’t my sisters and none of them were my Master.”

They were walking back to Isaac’s truck, with Holly once again clutching his arm like a small child holding onto a teddy bear and leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Well I’m sorry. I thought this kind of thing would be heaven for you. I didn’t want to stop because I thought you were enjoying it. It was mean of me to punish you like that. I know how hard you work and you don’t deserve that.”

“It’s fine. I’m your slave, you can do whatever you want to me. I am yours to abuse and humiliate, if that is your desire,” she murmured, speaking so softly it was as if they were still waiting in line for tickets.

Reaching the truck, Isaac turned and faced her. “Look, let me make it up to you. I know the perfect way to burn off the calories from all that candy.”

He then reached into his truck and pulled out her dog collar and leash. “How about we go for a walk?”



Holly’s smile was brighter than any flashlight, feeling one of her lifelong dreams come true. She and Isaac were at a nearby park, and while it was “supposed” to be closed at night, it had not stopped them from a stroll in the moonlight. Besides, with thick woods on either side of the paved pathway, they could always hide if they met anyone. Yet the park was dead silent. They had the forest all to themselves, but they were certainly not a normal couple enjoying the solitude and fresh air.

Holly was on all fours, completely naked, save for the work gloves and contractor kneepads Isaac had given her. Around her neck was her dog collar, and secured to it was her leash. Isaac was holding the end of the leash and carrying her clothes. Being that it was summer, the late-night air was in the high sixties and both Master and slave were protected with bug spray. They were taking the shortest route through the park, as not even Holly could last too long with gloves and kneepads.

As she crawled beside Isaac, her slit glistened with fresh arousal. Crawling on her hands and knees, pretending to be a dog or house cat, had always been one of her favorite games. She often wished she could transform into an animal, but she always had to settle with childish pretending. She had never been able to take it to such extremes like this.

“Master, you spoil me,” she said happily, momentarily breaking her dog impersonation to rub up against his leg and purr like a cat.

“You’re too cute, I can’t help it.”

“Um… Master… I kind of have to…”

Isaac laughed. “Sure, ok.”

Her leash in hand, he led her off the path to an empty spot on the forest floor. Turning around, he tried to not to snicker as his peripheral hearing picked up nature’s call. Behind him, Holly felt no shame in this natural body function. She was just an animal, her Master’s pet, and this is what animals like her did when they had to relieve themselves.

When the last drops hit the dry pine needles and leaves that littered the ground, she looked up to see Isaac handing her some paper towels.

“A lifetime of workplace injuries has taught me to always carry something to clean up bodily fluids,” he said sheepishly, still with his back to her. Leaning forward, Holly gratefully accepted the towels and then kissed Isaac’s hand.

After drying herself and burying the used paper towels, Holly returned to the path and she and Isaac continued their walk. It was such a beautiful night, not a cloud in the sky. Holly was so happy to be alive. She loved everything about this stroll through the park.

She loved the hold of the collar around her neck and the countless small tugs from the leash whenever she and her Master drifted a little too far apart; they made her feel bound to him. She loved the liberation of not having to wear clothes and the refreshing sensation of the evening air against her naked skin; they made her feel free. She loved the clear starry sky and the fresh aroma of nature; they reminded her of the farm from her orphanage. She loved the solitude and quiet; it let her act like her true self with only her Master around.

Isaac was enjoying the walk too. He loved the sight of the moonlight shining on her bare ass, he loved watching her shift from side to side seductively as she crawled, he loved the brief glimpses he got of her breasts bouncing pendulously, and he loved the smile of pure happiness on her face.

Isaac’s father has always taught him to respect women, that those who didn’t would only find women that no one could respect, and he had learned that lesson the hard way when he got tangled up with Isaac’s mother. Yet there was something innately satisfying about having a woman on a leash.

“How are you feeling? Do you want to take a break?” Isaac asked as they approached park bench.

“It would be nice to rest for a minute or two…”

Reaching the bench, Isaac sat down, but instead of joining him there, Holly kneeled on the ground in front of him like a patient collie. Smiling, Isaac began rubbing her head and scratching her behind the ears like she was a real dog, making her smile shine even brighter.

“You really are a strange pet.”

“You know, Master, whenever you treat me like a real pet, it makes me really happy.” Isaac watched as she took off his work gloves and slid her hand between her legs.