Slave_(1)

Slave. Part one.
1.
I am a slave. I am owned, and happy to be so. I exist purely to please my Master, in every aspect of his life, and whatever I am doing I am always ready to serve him in whatever way he chooses. Around my neck is what appears, to the outside world, to be just a pretty silver pendant with a diamond initial on it. But to me it is so much more than that.
It was the happiest day of my life, the day I received that pendant. I had not been serving Master for very long, just long enough for him to know that I had submitted to him entirely. I had spent an evening serving him, preparing his food, pouring his drinks and lighting his cigarettes, and was sat naked at his feet awaiting his next command.
“Kneel” Master commands me.
I positioned myself in front of Master, my legs tucked under me so that I was sitting on my heels, feet together, knees slightly apart. My hands rested on my thighs with my palms upturned, my head bowed and my eyes on the floor.
“What is the purpose of your existence, Slave?” he asked me.
“To obey you, Master.” I replied.
“Kneel up and lower your head.” He ordered.
I did so and he told me to hold my hair up. When I did Master leant forward and fastened the beautiful silver chain, bearing his initial, around my neck.
“This chain signals my ownership of you. You now belong to me and you will obey me at all times, without question. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please me, I may choose to reward you. As long as you wear it you are mine and I will protect and care for you.”
And since that day I have never taken it off. I am proud to wear the symbol of my submission and it is also a great comfort to me when I am separated from Master, knowing that I belong to him and that he cares for me.

2.
I do not live with Master. When I am not with him he will send me a text message to summon me when he requires me. If I am not there within 15 minutes I will be punished. If I ever need to go somewhere that will mean I am unable to respond in this time, I must get special permission from Master.
Punishments for failing to please Master vary. Sometimes I will be spanked over Master’s knee, but if Master is disappointed in me he tends not to use this as punishment as he knows I enjoy it. Sometimes I will be made to kneel in the corner facing the wall, or will spend the day serving Master on my hands and knees. But my worst punishment is to be banished. Being forbidden to see Master and being ignored by him, sometimes for several days, is the most painful punishment I can receive.
At the heart of my submission to my Master is, of course, that my body belongs entirely to him and is his to use as and when he sees fit. As a slave I am expected to keep my body ready to be used at all times. All my body hair must be removed and I must always be, of course, scrupulously clean. I always wear skirts, not trousers, and am forbidden from wearing panties at anytime. Master must have free access to me at all times.
Nothing matters but Master’s pleasure and satisfaction. My pleasure all comes from serving Master, it doesn’t matter how painful or degrading it is, if Master is pleased with his slave that is the greatest pleasure I can receive.

3.
Not long after Master had taken ownership of me he summoned me to him, informing me that today I would be initiated into one of his favourite activities. Within ten minutes I was knocking on his door.
“Enter and remove your clothes” he ordered
I did as I was told and knelt on the floor, eyes down to await his next instructions.
Master eventually spoke; “Who does your body belong to Slave?”
“You Master” I replied
“And you give it to me without question?” he continued.
“Yes, Master”
“Then on your hands and knees” he commanded.
I did as I was told; this was nothing unusual, Master often liked to fuck my pussy this way. Today though I knew he had something different in mind.
“Today you are going to learn to have your ass fucked like a good little slave” he whispered in my ear. He was kneeling behind me now. I felt my stomach clench with fear. He must have felt my body tense as he said,
“You want Master to be pleased with his Slave don’t you?”
“Yes Master,” I whispered “I do.”
“Good girl, then just relax and do as your told and Master will be very pleased.”
I felt his strong hands begin to gently stroke my buttocks, occasionally wandering between my thighs and brushing the lips of my increasingly wet pussy. I found myself beginning to relax and enjoy myself, but I was soon reminded that we weren’t there for my pleasure.
“Hold your cheeks apart” he commanded.
He then began to run his finger, still wet from my pussy, around the edge of my tight little asshole. Immediately I tensed up,
“I told you to relax.” He said “Do I need to punish you?”
“No Master” I responded “I can do it.”
“Let’s hope so,” he continued “because I am going to put my cock up your ass, and if you don’t relax it is really going to hurt you.”
I made every effort to relax my body as Master’s finger continued to circle my asshole. Then he reached round in front of me and held out his finger for me to suck. With his finger now even wetter he began to gently press it against my tight ring. Gradually, as I began to relax, he inserted his finger into my ass, knuckle deep, and I have to admit it felt good. Master could tell I was enjoying myself.
“Does that feel good slave?” He hissed as I let out a little groan of pleasure, “I think I’ve got myself a slutty little slave who likes her ass fucked”
He started to then work two fingers into my tight hole, and after some initial resistance I was once again being driven wild by the feeling of Master’s fingers filling and stretching me. Just as I was beginning to really enjoy myself he removed his fingers from me and I let out a small sigh of disappointment, but he certainly hadn’t finished with me yet.
“Stand” I was ordered, and Master took my hand and led me to the sofa. When we reached the arm he put his hand on my back and gently pushed me forward so I was bent over it, my bottom in the air, presented to Master, ready for him to use or abuse at will. He roughly pulled the cheeks of my ass apart and I felt the head of his huge cock pressing against my ring. I felt my stomach tighten again, there was no way he could fit inside me is there?
Master thrust hard against me, and I was pushed hard against the sofa. I cried out in pain, it felt like I was going to be ripped in two, but my cries seemed to arouse him more and he pushed unrelentingly into me, and I felt the head of his cock ram deep into my ass. Pain seared through me and tears rolled down my face but I would never ask him to stop. My job was to give Master pleasure and my body belongs to him, and much as it hurt me physically the pleasure I got from knowing I was doing as I had been ordered was immense.
Master had slowed his stroke down now and was slowly but firmly fucking my asshole. With each stroke he went a little deeper until his whole cock was buried deep inside me. Despite the pain I had never felt so full of cock and it felt incredible.
“Thank you Master” I whispered breathlessly “Thank you”
With this, he increased his speed so he was pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming roughly back into me until he was buried balls deep in my ass. It didn’t take long doing this before I heard Master cry out and then with a long grunt he shot his full load of hot cum deep into my gut. As he pulled his spent cock out of me he whispered “Good Girl, you’ve been a good slave” and kissed me gently on the top of my head and I knew there was no feeling as good as the one I got from pleasing Master.

4.
Since Master had initiated me in his use of my ass he decided I should undergo some training to make sure I was always ready to receive him and the next evening presented me with a large, black butt plug.