Capture and training of a slave

                         Capture and Training of a slave

It started when I won a lottery.  I kept it a secret I arranged to have JG Wentworth buy the Lottery winning ticket. It cost me $5million but no one besides the IRS knew how much money I had and where it came from. I goaded my wife into suing me for divorce, gave her what she thought was a generous settlement, and moved to a small town, where I could establish the life style that I wanted.

I bought a large piece of property out of town, donated to some local charities, became a silent partner in some small local businesses, and quickly became a valued member of the community. All this time I was scouting out the ladies in the area for a suitable target for my designs.  I found my target.

She was pretty, of course. She was around 30. If she was much younger, she would be constantly reminding me of my daughter, so 30 was fine. She was also new in the town; she had a small store that specialized in home design. “Liz has Designs on You”. Liz was struggling to pay her bills, did not have close friends and as Gilbert and Sullivan said in the Mikado, never would be missed. She did not seem to have much of a social life. She was 5ft 6 in and kept herself in great shape. Long dark hair, dark blue eyes, almost violet, and what seemed to be c cups. She was going to be a great slave.

The trick in planning a crime is to do it alone, no accomplices, no one to talk. So I planned this very carefully. I had too much to lose if something went wrong.  When she closed her store on Saturday night I was ready. I took my bike into town. I was known as someone who was green, no one thought anything of it. I drove past her store as she was closing up and discussed some home renovations that I was planning. She suggested that she could come out immediately and give me an estimate. I knew that she could use the business. I gave her directions and followed her on my Bike.  No one saw us together. I had not spoken to her previously. I would not be on her books. “Come in to my Parlor said the spider to the fly.”

The rest was so simple as to be a cliché. Yes the wine was drugged, but I had prepared the antidote for myself before I drank the wine. She did not.  She woke up an hour later. She was spread eagled on a bed, totally naked, except for a blindfold, a collar and leash and bands on her wrists and ankles that were attached to the four posts surrounding the bed. In addition, I had a gag in her mouth, a round hollow gag that fitted comfortably in her mouth when inserted but could be filled with air like a balloon so it put pressure on the jaw muscles and could not possibly be removed until and unless I let the air out.

I left her there while I cleaned up loose ends. I drove her car to the wrecker that I was a part owner of. I had the keys. I crushed the car and left it with the hundreds of other crushed cars. Hide in plain sight.  The wrecker had hundreds of crushed cars. They will be sent to be recycled. The next pickup is in two days. The end. I took my bike and went home. 

Liz had been awake for awhile but there wasn’t anything she could do. “Hello Liz,” I said in a very cheerful tone of voice. Why shouldn’t I be cheerful? I now owned a slave, though the slave did not know it yet. “Welcome to the rest of your life. You are going to learn to be my complete slave. Every action you take will be made solely to please me. You will beg to serve me; you will beg to suck my cock, to take my cock in your ass, in your cunt. You will do nothing without my permission. I will have complete control over you. You will eat what and where I tell you to, you will piss when and where I tell you, you will shit when and where I tell you.  I am not interested in anything at all you have to say, so you will not talk, except for thanking me for training you, for punishing you, for fucking you,  Most of all you will not cum without my permission. I am a kind and gentle man, and will only rarely whip you just because I want to, but any violations of these rules will be punished most severely. You will want to cum, you will beg me to cum, but if you cum, you will be punished.”

With that, I started to feel and caress her beautiful tits. I was going to train her through humiliation. Pain would play an important part in forcing her humiliation, but it was the humiliation of the slave that I enjoyed the most and the first step in her humiliation was to show her that her body itself betrays her.  She will be, against her will, brought to the edge of orgasm. I would bring her to that brink, show her that I knew she was anxious to cum, and then deny her the privilege.

Her tits were luscious, the nipples hardened quickly.  I started to lick and suck on them. I could see her excitement mounting. I brought my hand to play with her cunt. She shook as much as she could, within the confines of her bounds. She did not like having her body available to me. She hated being captive, being subject to my desires, not her own will. But her body was responding against her will. I could see her body flush, her breathing change. Her cunt was dripping.

Now came the key time.  I wanted her to want to cum but far enough from cumming that she could still control her desire. I was going to keep her in a constant state of desire, of sexual tension, that only I could satisfy, at my whim. She would learn that the only way she would gain release was to make me very happy with her obedience and attitude. The time had come.

I removed the gag from her mouth. As I did so I said with a great smile in my voice. “Slut, I know you want to cum. You have my permission to beg for permission to cum for my pleasure.” She took a few seconds to wet her throat and regain her voice. Then she surprised me with her answer. I could not have dreamed of a better response.  “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.”  I knew she would be angry. I wanted her to protest, but I could not have written a better line for her. I had my excuse to begin punishing her. Not that I needed an excuse, but Liz will think that her anger prompted her punishment. That was sweet.

I quickly pinched her nose and reinserted the gag. I again put the air in the gag, even more than before. There was extreme pressure on her jaws. I said in a very cheerful voice, “That is a very good idea, Liz; I will have you fuck my horses. I have four horses on my estate, and you will beg to fuck each one, but you are not ready for that yet. But don’t worry; my horses will wait for you.” Here I changed my voice from cheerful, to sad and pitying. “But first you must be punished for your anger and tone. You must always address me worshipfully, as Master. You must apologize.” With that, I took out metal binder clips and placed one on her right nipple and one on her left. This was the first pain that I had given her, and she did not like it at all. She was attempting to scream through her gag. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, both to pleasure and to pain. The clips I used were extremely tight. I had tried them out myself and had to take them off after two seconds, but unfortunately for Liz, she could not take them off herself. I would take them off, when it pleased me to do so. She was shaking and banging her head as hard as she could, within the confines of her tight bonds. I was glad that I thought to put a pillow under her head, because if not she would have injured herself.

As I removed her gag I told her that she has my permission to apologize. Very honestly, I had contemplated putting the clips on her cunt and clit as well, but I think I was quick to adjust. I never saw anyone in such pain and saved the cunt and clit for another time. Liz was crying and panting. As the gag came out, she screamed in total pain and despair. Again I used my most cheerful voice. “Liz, I am giving you permission to apologize. I suggest you take advantage of my mercy and generosity and humbly apologize for your unforgiveable anger and rudeness. Remember, you must address me as Master, and you will not use the word “I”. You will refer to yourself as “your worthless slave”.  Now out pull yourself together, or I will just walk away.”

I could see her struggling to control her pain. She started to gasp with great difficulty. “Master, your worthless slave begs forgiveness for her unforgivable rudeness, and her anger. I beg your mercy and forgiveness. Would Master be generous and merciful and remove the clips from your worthless slaves tits, as they are causing your worthless slave great pain. Please forgive me.” Liz was smarter than I thought. Under the great pain that she was feeling, she was still able to hear me, remember all the key words and phrases that I gave her, and parrot them back to me. I would remove the clips, but I would demand a humiliating price first.

“I will remove the clips, but first you must show your sincere acceptance of your slavery, and worship of me, your Master. I want you to beg for permission to worship and lick my ass.” She hesitated briefly, I myself was not sure if it was a hesitation in obedience or just a brief pause to put her words together. I would let it go this time. “Dear Master, your worthless slave humbly begs permission to demonstrate her worship for you, My Master, by worshipping and licking your ass.” She was in great pain the she had to gasp out the words between tears and grunts of pain. I pulled down my pants and placed my ass over her mouth. I was facing her cunt and started to rub her cunt as she licked my crack. I could sense the hesitancy and distaste. “Harder, faster, deeper. Let me feel the eagerness and love as you worship my ass.” I felt her tongue go deeper into my ass as she very obviously conquered her distaste and fulfilled my desire. I removed the clips as she gasped in more pain as the blood flowed back into her nipples. I stayed on her face as I made her continue licking my ass as the pain decreased. She will remember how she continued to lick my crack as I pleasured her cunt and clit. Her breathing grew faster as she was gasping, no longer with pain but with growing pleasure. I was not going to allow her to cum, but she did not know that.

It was time for further humiliation. I rose up from her ass and told her that she may beg for permission to piss, for my pleasure. She hesitated briefly. I would not stand for such hesitation and quickly slashed her tits with a flogger. It was enough to remind her of her helplessness. She quickly begged me for permission to piss. Using the various attachment points on the floor and ceiling, I had her on her feet, spread eagled, on her tip toes, hands above her head. I placed a bucket between her feet and gave the order to Piss and watched as the piss ran between her legs and into the bucket. Her face turned red with humiliation. When she finished I could see the piss running down her thighs and legs. There was one further chance to humiliate her. “You may beg for permission to wipe your piss.”  She thought I was going to free one of her arms and begged to be allowed to wipe the piss from her cunt and legs, I denied that permission. “You cannot do anything without me, and to prove that to you, I will not allow you to even wipe yourself. You are a worthless slave who can do nothing.  I will wipe you myself.” I took tissues and wiped her from the legs up to her pee hole. It took three tissues that were soaked with her piss. Then I concluded her initial session by disposing of the tissues by inserting them in her mouth and ordering her to swallow. Again, brief hesitation earned her a swift, if brief reminder. A quick slash of the cane between her wide spread legs. Let her understand that her cunt, too, is subject to pain at my whim.

She immediately started to chew and swallow. She had enough pain for a while. She did not enjoy pain and, at least for now would do anything to avoid it. She continued to swallow the piss soaked tissues. “You are learning. I will train you to be a good slave and a good slut. Now thank your Master for all that he is doing for you.”

I love the slave thanking her Master. It emphasizes the slave’s helplessness. As Liz started to thank me for training her, for allowing her to lick my ass, for allowing her to piss, wiping her cunt, and making her swallow the piss soaked tissues. I felt it was a good first session and told her that she was making progress in becoming the slave that I want her to be. “I will leave you to think about how you can please me in the future.” With that, I left her. She was suspended by her wrists, balanced on her toes. As I was leaving, I heard her start begging me to release her. I came back and caned her three times on her cunt. “You have no permission to talk without permission. I am not interested in anything you might say. You will be punished if you speak. Behave yourself” I left her in tears. I had a voice activated tape that would pick up anything she said. I left her alone with her thoughts.

                                          CHAPTER TWO

“OH MY GOD!!!!,   OH MY GOD!!!!,    OH MY GOD!!!!!.  What the hell is he doing to me? I can’t stand the pain, but I have never felt this kind of pleasure either. The man is a real bastard. 

Actually, I’m the bastard. My mother was raped and decided to have me, so I am a bastard. After I was born, my mother joined a religious group which preached that MAN and WOMAN were supposed to control lust. So I was taught that while sex was permitted between husband and wife, lust was forbidden. So when my husband wanted sex I lay nude but put a special heavy blanket over myself, as required by the precepts of the religion that I grew up in.  The blanket was specially manufactured by the group, to be used by husbands and wives when they were having relations. It was designed to take the lust out of sex. It was heavy and uncomfortable, with the ends of feathers coming through both sides that would scratch and poke when pushed. I was covered from head to toe with this blanket, which had a hole cut through the middle. The hole was placed above my vagina and my husband, Bernard, would masturbate himself for a minute or two, and then insert his erection through the hole into my vagina.

The idea was to allow sex but take the lust out by making it unpleasurable, merely a form of physical relief for the pressure in the male balls. Foreplay was forbidden. I do not know how Bernard found it, but I hated it. It was my duty as a wife to be available for the physical needs of my husband, but I was not supposed to enjoy it and I did not. Masturbation was forbidden, except for the husband to prepare himself to mount his wife. Any other time, or any masturbation by the female was strictly prohibited. The cult had hidden cameras in all sorts of strange places, there was no privacy, and those who broke the rules were punished. So while I was married for five years, no man had so much as seen my naked body, no one had touched my breasts or my lower parts. To do so was a sin, and I already was a sinner. Bernard required the use of my body at least three times a week. Although Bernard was a good man, well respected by the other members of our community, I could not tolerate this painful sex. It was like being raped 3, 4, and 5 times a week or even more. I kept hoping that Bernard would be able to control his lustful urges, and not need to use my body for relief so often, but things only grew worse as he took longer to ejaculate. Finally, I felt I could take no more and ran away. I controlled my own lustful urges, I stayed celibate, and continued to do the exercises that kept my body as a temple, but left the religious group in body, to avoid Bernard and painful sex.

What a mistake! Now look at me. I have been taken prisoner by a cruel bastard who makes sex through the hole in the heavy scratchy blanket seem like a day in heaven. He has seen my nakedness. No one has ever seen my naked body before. It is forbidden. He is touching me on my breasts and on my privates. It is forbidden. And yet it feels so good. I have never felt this way. I thought I could fight this lust, but it may prove to be stronger than me. And I cannot fight the pain. I thought being raped was painful, but having my nipples clamped!!!! There are no words to describe the agony I was in. I had to lick his ass before he would take the clamps off. I never dreamt of such humiliation in my worst nightmares. Finally he took them off, and the pain became even worse. I was too stunned and fearful to stop licking with my tongue deep in his ass, as he instructed me. Meanwhile he used his hands on my private parts in a way that brought me great pleasure. But such pleasure is lustful and forbidden. Finally, he humiliated me by making me beg to pee. I do not understand his perversions. There are some things that are private. Am I to have no rights at all? No privacy? No dignity? I am standing on tip toe, suspended by my wrists at his whim. He has forbidden me from talking and I am so frightened that I obey. I am sure he knows what I do. Does he know what I think as well? If he keeps me blindfolded and restrained there is no choice but obedience. If I am granted sight and freedom of movement, perhaps options may be found. I cannot endure the pain and I do not want to give in to the feelings of lust that this beast brings out in me.”

I was going to leave her hang overnight, but I changed my mind. I am not an experienced trainer of slaves, this is my first, and I have to learn as I go, but there were many things going through my head. One was simple. I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck my slave. But that was not the only factor. I had waited this long, I could wait till morning. But I decided not to. First of all, I consider myself a nice guy. I very rarely inflict pain just for the hell of it, and leaving Liz suspended by her wrists, balancing on her toes, was more pain than I wanted to inflict. At least to start. If that is what I do on the first night, where do I go from there?  After all, slaves are hard to find, and I do not want to damage her.  And then, her reactions were more intense than I anticipated, both to pain and to pleasure. There is probably a story behind that, which I will find out in due time, but for now, I do want strict speech restriction. The story can wait. This reminds me, that I do have to make one exception to the speech restriction. All in good time.

So I went downstairs after fifteen minutes and listened to the tape. Except for her crying and sobbing there were no sounds. There was no talking. She was doing her best to be obedient. She would be rewarded.  Again, using the attachment points, I lowered her to the bed and had her spread eagled. Her entire body was available for my pleasure. “Liz, before I gave you pain. I had the nipple clamps on you for about ten minutes. Now I am going to give you pleasure. I am going to play with your tits and with your cunt. You will feel very aroused. However, you MUST NOT CUM without permission. If you do, I will leave you in tit clamps for 45 minutes, then remove them for 15 minutes, then repeat the tit clamps for another 45 minutes. . You must beg permission to cum if you want release. I will grant permission if it pleases me to do so.” With that, I started to caress her beautiful tits. They quickly became erect at my touch. I put one tit in my mouth and the other in my hand, I could feel her excitement mounting as she struggled against the reactions of her body. I took one hand and brought it down to her cunt. Her hair was untrimmed, I would soon have her shaved, but I played gently with her cunt hair as her breathing quickened. Then I placed my hand cupping her cunt and placed one finger inside her hole. She was soaked. Her juices were dripping.  She was a hot slut. I was anxious to taste her. So I did.

I could do with her as I pleased and I placed my tongue on her cunt and licked and sucked her tasty juices. Again, I am not the most experienced man of the world, but I have never encountered a juicier, more fragrant cunt. I began to run my tongue over her clit and sensed her body tighten and shake as she fought against the growing feeling. Finally, she could fight no longer.  “Master, your worthless slave begs you to grant her permission to cum.” What sweet words. But I will hear words sweeter still. “Slut” I said calmly “I will grant you permission to cum when you feel my sperm exploding in your cunt. You may beg me to fuck your cunt for my pleasure.”  “Fuck me, Master, Fuck my cunt, and take your pleasure in the cunt of your worthless slave.” She was panting, barely able to speak. She was biting her lips, and her tongue, trying to control the raging river of lust that was flooding her body.

So I mounted her. This first time was missionary style; I place a pillow under her ass to gain better access and plunged into that steaming hot wet cunt. It was surprisingly tight. Or perhaps my passion made me grow bigger. In any event, I had the ride of my life. Liz was bucking like an untamed bronco. I was lucky she was bound. She might have inadvertently thrown me. She was screaming, begging me to cum inside her hot cunt. There were going to be times that I would torture her by making her wait even longer, but that was for later. I exploded within her and felt her explode around my cock.  “Cum for me, you bitch” I shouted and she did, shrieking, shaking, her cunt clenching and unclenching, milking me of my cum. It was everything I had dreamt of all my life and more. It took me a little  time to catch my breath. It took her even more. She would learn.

“Thank me, slut.” I ordered as I slapped her face. “When I am kind enough to grant you the privilege of cumming, you must thank me. You must thank me for any privilege I grant you, whether eating, drinking, pissing, shitting, but most of all, the privilege of cumming”. I slapped her face again. A red mark appeared on her cheek. She came back to herself. “Thank you, Master, thank you, for granting me the privilege of cumming and granting me such great pleasure. You have given me more pleasure than I have ever had in my life. I beg your forgiveness for not thanking you properly sooner. I was overwhelmed by the pleasure that you gave me. “

“Very well, you will show your gratitude by cleaning my cock with your tongue.” I removed the blindfold as I continued. “Remember, your tongue, not your teeth. If I so much as feel your teeth you will feel such pain as you have not dreamed of in your worst nightmares.” My cock was the first thing she saw as I removed the blindfold. Let it be imprinted in her brain as the most important thing in her life. She opened her mouth wide and started to lick. It was a pretty lousy job. I would have to teach her, but not tonight. Tonight all I was interested in was obedience.

“I want you to shout you’re thanks to me while you are cumming. Remember, I can limit and control your food and drink, your piss and shit, but not forever. These are things necessary for life. I do not need to let you cum. You can live without it. It is a gift I may choose to grant you if you please me with your attitude and obedience.” By now my cock was clean as she had swallowed our juices.  I had one further demand. I freed one of her hands and told her, “My cum is too precious to waste. You will reach into your cunt with your fingers and place each drop of cum in your mouth. You will learn to love the taste of my cum as a baby loves mother’s milk.” I watched as she complied. She was slower than she should have been. There was a reluctance in her. I would have to work on her to overcome this reluctance. But Rome was not built in a day and slaves are not trained overnight.  I had one final trick to play on my new slave before I left her for the night. I restrained her again, and placed a vibrator in her cunt, fastening it with two leather belts. The vibrator was set to turn on and off at random intervals. I placed monitoring electrodes on her tits and cunt. “If you cum, you shall be punished. Remember that. Sleep well. I will.” With that, I left.

“I have sinned. I could not control my lust. It overwhelmed me. So that is what a cum is like. I never felt anything so good in all my life. I begged the bastard to let me cum. I begged him to fuck my cunt. I never used such a vile word. And even now as I try to sleep I feel this diabolical machine giving me pleasure on and off through the night. I want to cum again. So badly. I must resist. It is forbidden. God will punish me. Master will punish me. Is Master an agent of God? Or of the devil? What is to happen to me?

Master is determined to control me, body, mind and soul. I am to be a vessel for his lust. But lust is forbidden. But lust is so good, so pleasurable. No wonder Adam and Eve sinned. But they were cursed by God. Will I, too, be cursed? Can I resist Master’s combination of pain and pleasure? What further humiliations does he have in mind? I will try to sleep. I will need my strength. I want to cum. I need to cum. I must not cum. I want to cum. The lust is strong. I must cum. Master will punish. Oh, thank God, the machine stopped. I must sleep while I can.