My Ex, the Slave (Part 1)

All throughout high school I had a crush on one girl. Sadly she had always been in a relationship until the start of my senior year when she was finally single. Still a virgin, she wanted to keep that until she was married but patience paid off as after a couple months of dating we had sex for the first time. We dated for the next three years but after a while we were fighting all the time and decided to break up. A week later, she was fucking one of my friends. Heartbroken and pissed off beyond belief, I started dating other girls and eventually got over her.
A couple months after we broke up I received a text from her saying that she missed me and wanted to get together and go to lunch. I was single for the most part and so I agreed to humor her by going out to get a bite to eat. We sat down and she started telling me about how guys had screwed her over and how all she wanted was to have me back. I had thought about this moment many times in the past couple months but now I decided that this would be the perfect time to get something that I had always wanted. A sex slave that was completely devoted to me.
Her name was Elizabeth but everyone had called her Liz for as long as I can remember and she was asking me to be with her and to forget all of the terrible things that she had done to me.
“Ok Liz, I will be with you.” I said, “But I need to be able to trust you.”
“Sure Mike, how can I make that happen?” she replied
“You are going to spend the amount of time that we were broken up, two months, as my new slave. You will be completely and totally devoted to me and if you pass that test, we can date again.”
“What!? You expect me to just be your slave? Just so that you can trust me?”
“Yes. That is my one demand.” I replied with a completely straight face.
“Fine. What does that even mean?” she asked.
“It means that you will do whatever I say, whenever I tell you to do it. There will be a set of rules that you will follow and there will be punishments for you if you break those rules. You and your body will be completely under my control at all times. If you make it two months, we can date again.”
“Whatever,” she replied in a pissed off tone, “What are the rules?”
“Meet me at my apartment at 6:00 tonight. Wear a tube top, a skirt, no panties, and heels. Then I will fill you in on the rest.”
“You expect me to dress like a whore? That’s really what you want?”
“Why not?” I snarled back, “You’ve been acting like one for the last two months, it should be easy for you.”
I paid the bill and left. I had to go back to my apartment and get the rules listed out. Time had never moved more slowly as I waited for 6:00 to come. Finally it came but she didn’t show up until 6:05. The doorbell rang and I had to compose myself to make sure I didn’t look too excited on the outside as I answered.
I opened the door and inspected my new toy. She dressed just like I had asked. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair and creamy tan skin always turned me on. She was wearing a push up bra with her tube top, which made it easy to see most of her C cup tits. She had a small frame, only standing about 5’2” but she knew how to work it. Her big lips, perfect tits, and round ass kept people staring.

“Good evening slave.” I greeted her
“Mike are you serious? You’re going to talk to me like that?”
“It’s “Master” from now on. You are not my girlfriend. You are a slave and a whore and I will use you to satisfy my sexual needs. You are nothing more than that so get that through your head now. Come over here by the couch and get on your knees.”
She responded well to the tough love, staring at me for a second and then hurrying over to get down on her knees.