An alarm went off and I opened my eyes. 6:30 a.m. What a time to wake on Christmas morning when there are no excited young children around! Dan hustled me out of bed, made me do my morning ablutions and then he picked up a large plastic carrier bag filled with things I wasn’t allowed to see, and he slung my handbag over his shoulder before taking me downstairs. Stealthily we crept along a passageway. He signalled me to be quiet by putting a finger across his lips although with the red ball gag in my mouth I couldn’t make a lot of noise. We waited in a little recess for what seemed hours but was probably only fifteen minutes until I saw in silhouette the figure of a large man as he stepped out of a room and went into another across the hallway. That’s his computer room, Dan whispered in my ear, He’ll be checking his emails and stuff now. We’ve got ten minutes or so and then he usually makes a cup of tea in his room.”

Quickly he dragged me into the boy’s bedroom and after pulling the bedclothes straight, made me lie on top of the bed. I hardly had time to glance around the room before Dan removed pieces of rope from the bag and tied me spread-eagled to the foot and headboards.

Soon it was too late. I lay helplessly trussed to the bed, a length of Christmas wrapping paper across my breasts and another covering my groin. On my stomach he placed a large envelope with

Happy Christmas Robert

You have this slave girl to enjoy until the New Year

Instructions inside

scrawled in felt tip pen on the front. Dan quietly slipped out of the room. I couldn’t help myself, I started sobbing at my utter vulnerability and my inability to do anything about it. Whatever happened now was totally beyond my control. In the soft light from the bedside lamp I could make out the room was distinctly a boy’s room but there were no posters of naked or semi-clad women or even of rock stars. Perhaps he’s gay. If so will he throw me out? Rape my bottom? For a while I debated if trying to scream would prevent my rape but decided that all it would do would be to add punishment to the ordeal. In any case the amount of noise that passed through the gag was limited. Besides if what Karen said was true, he might not wish to have me anyway. That would mean Dan would rape me and I didn’t want my first time to be with an old man like him.

Perhaps my whimpering caught Bobby’s attention because it was only minutes later the boy appeared in the room, looking enormous from my viewpoint. In fact he was 6ft 5 inches but very broad with it. I could see the muscles of his chest and thought that he could well tear me apart if he so wished. Baggy pyjama trousers hid his lower form so I couldn’t see the prick that might at any time take my maidenhead. From what I could see through my bleary eyes, I guessed that he was probably about my own age.

For long moments he stood still staring in disbelief at me. Holy shit, what have they done this time? Not another little tart they want me to marry? Why can’t they leave my love life alone? Why can’t they understand that I have no need of a woman in my life and certainly not a whore who offers herself as a bloody part time slave. Apart from the half expected swear words, his voice was quite gentle although it did show his surprise. He turned and switched on the overhead light and suddenly I was in its full glare. My mind flashed back to the spotlights of the auction and I sobbed freely.

“A slave girl? In this day and age? I don’t believe it. You’re just a prostitute they’ve hired for a few days. He’d picked up the envelope and read the cover. A slave girl for just a week? Hang on, let me undo these ropes and then you can go home girl. While I’ve often thought how nice it would be to have a slave girl, in reality I don’t think I could stand seeing a girl whipped and abused. Once my ankles were freed, and I moved a little, the wrapping paper hiding my more private parts, slipped off and he saw the welts on my breasts. My mother? Surely she didn’t hit you there? he asked when he gently touched them. I could only nod but lay still while he undid my wrists and finally removed the gag.

“Thank you sir, I managed to croak.

“Not sir, Bobby will do. What else did they do to you? Stand up and let me have a good look at you. I stood shaking and crying and didn’t resist when he turned me round and saw the welts on my bottom. His face showed his anger and I wondered if it would be directed at me. Maybe he would take after his mother and enjoy hurting me but that proved not to be the case. Jesus Christ! What on earth did you do to deserve a thrashing like that? What is your name? I can’t go round calling you slave girl can I?”

“Hayley Jennings sir Bobby.”

“You may be short in height Hayley Jennings but you’re a big girl otherwise so how did you come to be in this predicament?”

Mindful that if I was returned to his parents, I might well end up with another thrashing, I doubted if it was wise to tell him the story yet. I’m not allowed to say, I answered slowly.

“Why? My parents have some hold over you?”

“They bought me si Bobby.”

He shook his head. I know money buy a lot of things but a slave girl? Where are your clothes?”

I only had a fur coat and these slippers when they sold me. I’ve no idea where the coat is. I’ve a handbag somewhere, maybe in the recess outside the door where we waited for you to go into the computer room. Your father had it with him when we left his bathroom. Please don’t hurt me any more, please.”

“I have no intention of hurting you, or keeping you for that matter.”

I looked on with some trepidation as Bobby opened the envelope and pulled out the sheets. I could see the sheet with my false instructions on the top. Should I refute what was written or would that again land me in more trouble? I kept quiet for the time being. Whether it was the notes or the looks he gave me, I noticed that his pyjamas were now pushed outwards in the front and then when he turned his prick popped right out of the fly. Sorry, he apologised, Can’t help what it does. Would you like to get under the covers while we talk and try and sort this out? Have they given you anything for the pain?”

I sat propped up against the pillows with the blanket pulled up to cover my breasts. Is what it says here true? he asked. When I answered negatively, I could see him debating whether what I said was really true or whether I was denying it because that’s what I said I would do in the paper. For the time being I could see no way of proving it without telling him the whole story and even then he might not believe it.

“It says here that for years you fantasised about being captured and forced to do the will of a master but until now, your shyness kept you a virgin and we are to ignore any pleas and to treat you like a true slave and for us to punish you in the proper manner. Did your friends do this for you and is it true you want to be punished?”

“It is true that I am still a virgin, I blushed profusely when I said that thinking at the same time that a few days ago I would never even have answered the question. No it is not true that I want to used and punished like a slave.”

“True or not, I think I will drive you home later this morning.”

A knock and the door and Phyl and Dan entered. Have you taken her yet Bobby? Phyl asked sharply.

“No mother, but I will be taking her home later.”

“No you will not son, Dan used his soft authoritative voice, I paid a lot of money for her and if you are not going to make good use of her, then I will. She wanted to be a slave; she wanted to be fucked and by Christ she will be before her stay with us is over. I had to go a long way to buy her and now either you do it or your mother and I will enjoy her to the full. The choice is yours Bob, if she is still a virgin at dinnertime tonight, she sleeps in our bed again. Understand?”

Bobby’s eyes flashed their anger at his father but he nodded and then muttered, So I’m given a Christmas present that is not really mine and can be taken away at your whim? Some present. I could tell that it wasn’t the first time that issues like this had cropped up between Bobby and his parents.

“Use her, or lose her. It’s up to you. I will enjoy decorating her a bit more if you don’t claim her properly. I’m sure you’d like some more tattoos to go with the ones you already have. Phyllis sneered at me and I cringed back as far as I was able.

Dan ignored the remark and went on, Marie is cooking a special Christmas breakfast, bring her up in a fifteen minutes. They’ve all seen her naked now so that’s no problem. She’s a slave. That’s what she volunteered for and for the next few days, that is what she is going to be. Put that prick of yours that’s obscenely pushing out the front of your pants to good use. You might well find that you like it and perhaps she will too but that not of too much concern to us. We’re paying for her.”

“And give arse a good walloping if she resists, Phyl called back as they left the room.

I started sobbing again and Bobby put his arms around my shoulders and rocked me like a baby for a few minutes. Come and get a wash and then we’ll brave it to the food. Marie’s Christmas breakfasts are really something. We’ll decide what to do when we get back. I have a short dressing gown that might do for you.”

I felt a little better after washing my face but I was disappointed that even his short gown was too long and it trailed over the floor. I guess it doesn’t really matter. As Dan said, I’ve been naked in front of Marie and Karen before. Won’t it make you excited? I asked.

“Probably but that seems to be what they want. Lets go. If you can pretend to be a slave, I can pretend to be a lover. To my surprise he linked arms and escorted me up the stairs.

Places were laid for six. Tradition had it that on Christmas Day, the staff shared the meals at the same table as their employers. Now I presumed that is also included slaves. Karen greeted me cheerfully, Have you done it yet? she whispered excitedly and looked down when I said, Not yet.”

“Don’t waste too much time. It won’t be too long before you leave. I’d have pulled him into the bed at the first opportunity. I had to smile at her impish grin.

Breakfast was quiet except for Karen’s chatter and no further reference was made to my status until I made mention of it at the end of the meal. Do you wish this slave girl to help clean up in the kitchen Marie, I asked.

“Get along with you Hayley. I’m sure young Bobby is dying to play with his new toy. Go and have fun. Bobby stood alongside me and she turned to him, Play with her Bobby, she needs some loving and comforting. This is a very traumatic experience for her and not at all like the Christmas she expected to spend.”

“And let her play on your computer Bobby. She’s a computer artist in real life, Karen piped up. Bobby looked at me in some surprise but just linked arms again and led me back to his rooms. For a while he sat in an easy chair and looked deep in thought. I sat on the bed and wondered what he was thinking and if I should offer myself to him as the lesser of the evils. I really didn’t want to go back to the mistress bitch although Dan was all right when he was on his own.

Suddenly Bobby stood up, removed his dressing gown and lowered his pyjamas. For the first time I saw his prick clearly. It was not hard or erect but it stood out a little way from his body and I could tell that it was bigger than Dan’s. This is it, I told myself, My virginity is going. He’s going to rape me now. But he didn’t or at least it wasn’t rape. He didn’t force me.

“I’ve thought about what Marie said and what will happen to you if I send you back upstairs. You’ve been hurt more than enough now. I’ve decided that the least I could do is to play with my new toy. If I don’t you’ll probably feel rejected; think that you’re not good enough when the reverse could be true. I don’t know. The other girls they’ve introduced me to have all be bimbos. High-class bimbos but they were all socialites. Fine hairdo’s, fashion conscious and shallow. I’m not so sure that applies to you. So get into the bed and I’ll get in too and we’ll play for a while. Whether or not we have sex at this point remains to be seen. What will be, will be.”

He climbed in after me and we started with a gentle cuddle, our bodies hardly touching but then his hands drifted over my breasts and down between my legs. His prick was now rigid and I could feel myself becoming very moist between my legs. Caress me too; it shouldn’t be a one sided thing. We must have spent nearly an hour just playing but towards the end of that period, his rubbing of my mound had me so aroused that I almost demanded that he put his prick in me. I knew I was on the verge of a climax and yet I was reluctant to say the words I’m sure he wanted to hear. In the end I could wait no longer. Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me now. He didn’t need a second request so I guessed he was as worked up as I was. Almost before the words were out of my mouth, his prick was at my entrance. Thankfully he restrained himself and took his time entering my tight opening but once properly in, he thrust forward and with a sharp stab of pain, my precious maidenhead was gone. I was past caring about that: I was past caring that each thrust jolted the pain in my bottom. I wanted him. Thrusting my hips to meet his, I only cared that soon I would have the most glorious climax of my life. It came and I cried out but Bobby continued thrusting. Five minutes later, he was still pumping and I came noisily a second time. It took Bobby another minute or two before he sent his sperm into my vagina.

We lay soaked in sweat for a while until Bobby broke the silence. Thank you Hayley. Sorry you had to learn of my problem that way.”

“What problem? I asked baffled.

“It takes me ages before I come.”

“That’s not a problem, that’s a delight. I waited awhile and sat up, There is another problem though. I blushed red before going on, I’ve been bleeding and have stained the sheets. Is there a washing machine we can put them through without asking Marie?”

“Maybe that is one of the things they want to see. Do you want to sleep with me or go back to my parents room? We both knew the answer to that and kissed deeply. Marie and Karen both hugged me when we took the soiled sheets to them and Karen even offered to come and make the bed for me but I said that it was no problem for me to do it.

Marie took me to one side and gave me two more pills and a bottle of lotion. I suspect that you may be pretty tender down here for a little while. Girls usually are after the first time and Bobby is a bit larger than most so this stuff may help. Karen said you were really forced into this situation but whether or not that is true, I think you enjoyed it. You have a sparkle in your eyes that wasn’t there earlier. Bobby’s a good lad when you can get passed his shyness with girls. Something happened when he was a young lad that put him off the other sex because he changed suddenly when he was about eleven years old. I believe it was Lord Prendergast’s snooty twins. They looked like innocent angels but I knew they ridiculed Bobby no end because he was so big and rather awkward. He never says though. It was something for me to ponder on if I wasn’t to be thrown on the proverbial scrap heap when my term of slavery ended.

This suggestion was reinforced when after the Christmas dinner mistress bitch cattily remarked, Just because he fucked you once, don’t expect him to want to see you when we hand you your freedom again. We’ll be looking for someone with more breeding to be with him on a permanent basis so don’t get any fantasy ideas that you’ll marry him or anything.”

We played with each other for much of what was left of Christmas day and we made love again before going to sleep. My vagina was tender and rather raw but I decided the pain was far less than the riding crop and far more enjoyable. Both of us cast away our inhibitions and he massaged and kissed all parts of my body while I did the same to him.