Note: This is an ongoing story about the claiming of a slave and the ongoing life of her and her Master. I have left them nameless, intentionally. Each chapter carries into the next, so not every one will be intensely erotic. I hope that the story helps others come up with some ideas on new ways to guide their own subsslaves. Enjoy and I welcome all comments. He pulled out of the driveway and into the light Saturday morning traffic.

He smiled down at me, and brushed the hair out of my eyes. He said that I had finally pleased God. Then he pushed the gag back in my mouth. And he went down and pushed the pin through my clit. And he left me there like that, for the rest of the day, screaming. I finally stopped screaming, I dont know when. I just drifted, blind in the dusty darkness.

She opened her eyes slowly. The dim light did not allow her to see much of her surroundings. She wondered, for a moment, why her arms ached so, and why her anus and rectum felt so stretched and full. Then she remembered. He had claimed her. He no longer had a name. She thought He had once, but that seemed so long ago. No, she thought, He did have a name, but she didnt feel right calling Him that, not even in her own mind. He was Master, Sir, my Lord, or Daddy.

Still, that could wait. She seemed much better than last night and I started to feel happier with the idea of leaving her alone for a while. I led her into the dungeon and removed the posture collar from her neck, replacing her old collar. After I chained her to the table I removed the rest of the single sleeve and smiled again. "Ok, get naked!" She didnt hesitate, stripping off the remaining

She almost didnt hear him the sound of her own racing heart filled her ears, she gasped for breath, chest heaving, legs quivering against the bonds. He asked again and this time it sank in. Slowly she realized what had happened blushing she answered. "Yes... Master." The hesitation was back he noticed but at least now she was calling him Master without prompting. It was a good start. Already he was thinking of the warm bed upstairs and the soft compliant body of

We stopped at a cell occupied by two girls. Unlike the occupants of some of the other cells, these two wore clothes. The older woman was in her mid-thirties, with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a fairly expensive female business suit complete with stockings and sensible pumps. She mumbled something into her gag and tried to move forward, but the steel collar around her neck stopped her

"The card, it has gone." "The machine ate my card?" Her voice was a strange mixture of panic and relief. "Oui! I have lost one day. I have nothing! Comprendez- vous?" "Yes, but what can I do?" I waited a while as if he was weighing up his options. Then I reached over and pushed the gag firmly into her mouth. Fumbling for the phone, I made a number of calls to my house and talked to the answering machine.

She had embezzled several million dollars in the past three years and he was able to prove it. He called her in and asked for an explanation -- apparently, she just laughed in his face. Told him not to be a stupid little boy, that they couldnt go to law because after Barrings and that Tokyo scandal any publicity would bring down the bank. She even threatened to go public herself if he pushed it. Then she handed him her resignation and just left, laughing at him as she went and taking Joanne with her." "So he hired you to get revenge.

When we were a few miles out from Docs, I pulled over and went around to the passenger side. Doc has a rule, one that all of his employees rigidly obey: no slave will ever know the exact location of his house. Which made perfect sense -- the man supplied girls all over the country, and once they left his place they were effectively out of his control. All it took was one slip with the brainwashing techniques, and a girl could get away and

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