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Breaking Point
Chapter 5
Note to the Reader: There are only three possible endings to kidnap/slavery stories. First, there are those where the slave resists and either escapes or is rescued. Second, where the master fails to break the will of the slave and the slave is snuffed. Third, where the Master does break the will of the slave, the slave accepts her status and lives happily ever after. This chapter deals with the slave reaching her breaking point.
I never expected my slave to become such a slut. She must be rewarded. I allowed her to speak, to converse. I instructed her that she must address me either as Master, or My Lord, and that she may not use the first person singular pronoun. She is to refer to herself as “your slave, your bitch, your cunt, etc. But within these restrictions she was free to talk to me, to ask any questions, to talk about anything.
So we talked for a while. I explained that she would serve me, and if she pleased me I would allow her pleasure. She agreed that she was a slut and needed to cum often. I found out about this cult that she was raised in and understood, at least somewhat, her reactions. I was going to take advantage of her background in the near future, but for now, I would ease up a little, and let her catch her breath, reward her for good behavior, before resuming her training and humiliation. I wanted to keep her off balance, to keep each hour of slavery fresh and unexpected. But even in her period of reward she would not escape her total slavery, nor would her status be allowed to escape her consciousness.
So, I hosed her down, and cleaned the dog cum from her cunt. I made sure she thanked me, then I gave her a fresh pair of my underpants which I allowed her to stuff up her cunt. I made a note to myself, for next month I would have to figure out a way to unobtrusively get tampons. I took her into the dining room and served her a glass of wine. Liz gave me a funny look; I drugged her with wine to capture her. I ordered her to drink, it was a fine wine, it was not drugged, and Liz enjoyed. I could have told her that, but she was to learn to follow orders. By the end of her training, she would be willing to drink poison if I told her to. No, I had no intention of killing her, today, or ever, but she would be put to this test of obedience, to understand that her only goal in life was to give me pleasure. She therefore will learn that she must do everything that I ask of her.
Meanwhile it pleased me to have a naked girl as my dinner companion. She sat at the table wearing nothing but her collar as I served a salad and prepared a steak and baked potato. I am more of a gourmand than a gourmet. This was the first test. She remained seated as I went into the kitchen, making no attempt to escape. Of course, there was no way she could leave the house without the code, but she did not know that. She passed the test.
We talked some more as we ate our steaks. I allowed her to use silver to eat. This would be a very rare privilege. Let her enjoy. When I realized that she had never been allowed to cum, never even attempted to pleasure herself, I realized what a true treasure that I had. We finished our meal, and it was time to resume training.
“Slut, it is time for you to realize that I will control every aspect of your existence. I do not want a second to go by without your being conscious of your duty to serve me. You will kneel and place your hands behind your neck.” When she obeyed, I cuffed her hands and attached them to her collar.
“You will breathe in and out at my command.” I started her out with quick breaths, in and out, just to get her used to breathing at my command. Then I ordered her to pant, like a dog, through her mouth. After five minutes I ordered her to take a deep breath and hold it. I was not going to press her limits yet, 30 seconds was enough to establish my authority. “Breathe out and then deep in again” This time I went up to 35 seconds. I continued at 35 second intervals for five minutes, then switched back to short 10 second breaths. After 10 minutes of comfortable breathing at my command, I once again switched to a deep breath. This time I watched her closely, as I did not permit her to breathe out for 45 seconds, and I could see that she would not be physically able to hold out any longer. (I would exercise, her and build her capabilities, but that was for later) I commanded her to breathe out and in and then to thank me for allowing her to breathe. She quickly obeyed. I took out an electronic metronome and set it in front of her. “From now on, unless instructed otherwise, your breathing will conform to the beat of this metronome. As a reward for your obedience, I will free your hands and allow you to masturbate for my entertainment.”
So I had her kneel, with her knees well spread, as I watched her play with her cunt and clit. As she started to get excited, her fingers went deep into her cunt, coming out of her cunt dripping with her menstrual blood. As she continued, her breathing started to quicken. I quickly flogged her tits, and reminded her that she must continue to breathe with the metronome. I would allow her to cum for me, but I would not allow her to lose control over her breathing until I decided to allow her to cum. Until then, she would breathe in time with the metronome, which I now decided to slow down. So as she got more and more excited, I kept her breathing slower and slower.
I decided to amuse myself even more. I ordered her to lick the hand that was in her cunt, that was full of her menstrual blood, and continue playing with herself with her other hand. This continued for 10 minutes, one minute with her right hand playing with her cunt and one minute with her left, one bloody hand constantly in her mouth. Her breathing was at a constant two breaths per minute as she desperately strained to control her very breathing to satisfy my whim. I now speeded up the pace of her breathing as I was preparing to allow her to cum. From two breaths a minute, I increased the pace to 3, 4 and then 5 breaths per minute, while I ordered to use both hands to play with herself, one hand finger fucking, the other playing with her clit. Her face showed her agony as she so desperately wanted the release that I refused to allow her. I let the pace of her breathing increase. I had her panting like the bitch that she was. Finally it pleased me to allow her to cum.
“For the next 60 seconds you are free to breathe. You will cum when I count to 10.” I counted slowly and watched and listened as she exploded at the 10 count. She had lost all control over her body as she jerked, thrashed and shouted meaningless sounds caught in the ultimate orgasm. I would train her until she would cum on a 10 count at my command, with no physical contact at all. It will be my desire that controls her orgasms as she is now allowing me to control her breath. I will be her God and she will learn to not only obey me because of fear, but to love her God as the source of all her pleasures. I am her God and she will worship me.
But this would be later. I allowed her the full minute to enjoy the orgasm that I allowed her and then restarted the metronome. Liz was smart and learned quickly. Not only did she quickly control herself, and coordinate her breathing with the metronome, she started to thank me for allowing her such a magnificently powerful cum. I ordered her to continue playing with herself. I would not allow her to cum again. I wanted her to understand that her body was mine, for pleasure or pain at my whim. Sexual frustration would be her constant lot in life. I am not cruel, I would allow her to cum when it pleased me to do so, but she would grow to look at any climax as a gift from her God, me.
So I had her play with herself for 45 minutes. Her clit was sore from her recent cum, her breathing was controlled, but she had reached the point of wanting to cum very badly when I ordered her to stop. I asked her if she had any requests before I put her to sleep. Naturally she begged for permission to cum. That earned her a quick stroke across her tits and a most important lesson. “You are forbidden to think of your own pleasure let alone to beg for it. You will cum at my whim and for my pleasure. Proper requests for you are to worship my cock, to have the honor of being fucked in the ass or in your cunt, to bear pain for my pleasure, or to be punished for improper conduct. There will be no bargains, no specific cost that you can offer to guarantee that I grant you permission to cum. But begging to be punished, being humble, bearing pain for my pleasure does make me happy and the happier that you make me the better the odds that I will allow you to cum.”
I then decided to use my slaves mouth, first as my personal urinal, then when I finished pissing, I had her continue sucking until my cock grew long and hard inside her enthusiastic mouth. Then I had her kneel, raising her ass and spreading her cheeks as I slammed past her tight anal ring. “Thank me for fucking your ass, tell me how honored you are that I find your ass worthy of giving me pleasure.” Liz started to thank me, along the lines that I outlined. I continued to explain to her my rules. “Whatever I do to you, you must thank me. Whether I piss in your mouth, whether I spank you or whip you, if I feed you or fuck you, and especially if I allow you to cum, you will thank me for the honor. In the morning when you wake up, the first thing you will do when you see me is thank your Master for allowing you to breathe; you will do the same before you sleep at night. You are privileged to be allowed to serve me, and you will constantly show your gratitude for the privilege.” I kept pounding and slapping her ass as I spoke. I know this sounds crazy to normal people, but Liz was no longer a normal person. She was in the process of becoming a total slave, and she must convince herself that this is truly a privilege and an honor. By repeating this often enough she will come to believe it, despite herself. It will make her life so much easier when she is convinced.
Now that she was on the verge of cuming, I cuffed her hands behind her back. She would not play with her cunt unless I ordered her to. I ruled her body, I owned her cunt. Nor would I allow her to cum by squeezing her thighs together. I fastened spreader bars on her ankles and just above the knees so she was kept wide open. Then I greased a dildo and pushed it deep up her ass, I wanted her to be fully aware that her body belonged to me 24/7. I put her in a nice comfortable bed. I had no desire to give her petty torments. Besides, I wanted to have things that I could make worse, besides whippings. I reminded her that if the dildo fell out of her ass, she would face severe punishment. I closed the light and let her sleep.
I woke her up in the morning, kneeling over her face, my cock dangling between her lips. (I would have to train her to function on her own, because until I did, I would have a symbiotic relationship, I would have to be there to supervise, I would, in a sense, be her slave as much as she was mine.) I told her to open her mouth and prepare to swallow. If the bed got wet, she would be punished. I wanted her to obey, I wanted to praise her, not punish her, so I was careful to piss slowly, stopping and starting to give her time to swallow. She swallowed as eagerly as she could and when I finished she thanked me for permitting her to swallow my piss. I then started to order her breathing, deep breaths, shallow breaths, panting, deep breaths again, 15-20 minutes of controlled breathing before I allowed her to breathe with the metronome. Immediately she thanked me for allowing her to breathe. She was a pleasure to listen to. I told her what a good slave she was, how happy she made me. I took the dildo out of her ass, and told her that I could tell that she was trying hard to become a good slave. She smiled and was proud of herself.
Now I had to decide on priorities. I had pissed, but slut had not. On the other hand, I wanted a shower and breakfast. Slut will wait. I uncuffed her and had her turn on my shower. I had her follow me in and adjusted the temperature to what I preferred, and had her note how I liked it so she could do it in the future. I had her soap me up, from the neck down. She paid special attention to my cock and balls and then my ass, gently soaping my crack. She then worked her way down to my feet. Gently soaping and rinsing. I could see that she had to piss, but I would make her wait for my convenience. I could see that she wanted to piss, but she did not look desperate yet. After I closed the shower, Liz dried me with a big fluffy towel and then helped me dress, from underwear to shirt, pants and shoes. Speaking of underwear, it was time to change Slut’s tampon. I had her take out the bloody one and place it in her mouth as she replaced it with a fresh one. The flow seemed to be less. That was good, I wanted to start fucking her cunt on a regular basis.
Meanwhile I had Liz make me a simple breakfast, 4 eggs, scrambled, a stack of pancakes, some buttered toast, Orange Juice and cold chocolate milk. When Liz put everything on the table I once again cuffed her hands behind her and had her lie on the floor. I had her put the used tampon from her mouth in the garbage. I ate myself and left some on the floor for Liz to eat as best as she could. I did not want her to starve. When we both finished, I felt it was finally time for Liz to relieve herself. I took her by the leash, and had her follow on her knees as I walked her to a convenient tree. Then I ordered her to piss. I had her take out her underwear tampon before she pissed, I hosed her down, and allowed her to reinsert. I looked at her face and saw that she needed something else, so I had her turn around, still on her knees, and ordered her to shit. I watched her turn red, as she pushed the shit out of her ass. Finally she finished and I once again hosed her, this time her ass. This would be her spot for piss and shit from now on. I had her take a shovel and cover her excrement. She obeyed. She was learning.
I walked her in to the TV room. It was time to enjoy some quiet time. Everything I was doing was geared to teaching Liz, that her slavery was total, her time, even her quiet time, was mine to dispose of as I wanted. I had her lie over my lap, as I watched an old movie. As I enjoyed the movie, I played with her ass. Some random spanking, some sensuous rubbing, and occasionally I would have her lick two fingers and then finger fuck her ass. When I took my fingers out of her ass, I again had her lick them clean. Then I would begin again with the spanking, not particularly hard, just reminding her that she was my property. Although she did thank me, I could tell that she did not enjoy being finger fucked in the ass. She would have to get used to it.
When the movie was over, it was time to reward my slut with what she wanted more than anything else, a good cum. I took out a vibrating dildo, turned it on and inserted it in her cunt. I had her kneel, facing me, with the dildo deep in her cunt. I reminded her that she must not cum without permission, and settled back to watch her face.
If the dictionary had a picture of mixed emotions, it would be of Liz at this time. She was a true slut, she loved to cum, it was her great pleasure, her addiction. She felt guilty when she played with herself, and even more so when she came. Her years of upbringing with her cult had taught her to believe that lust was the tool of the devil, it was evil. What was even worse was using tools and devices to strengthen lust, and even worse was to do so before another person. It was totally brazen and slutty. And even worse, for all the play and lust, I may not permit her to have the ultimate satisfaction of a cum.
I was going to let her cum, but there would be a price. Not in pain, there was time for that later, but in humiliation and humility.
“I can tell that you want to cum. I have a prayer for you to recite. If you recite it with sincerity, I will allow you to cum for me” I held out a large cue card and listened to her recite.
“YOU, MY LORD, ARE MY MASTER, I AM YOUR SLAVE
YOU ALLOW ME TO KNEEL IN YOUR PRESENCE, YOU ALLOW ME TO SERVE
YOU CANE ME AND WHIP ME FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR PLEASURE
LO, THOUGH YOU GIVE ME GREAT PAIN I WILL NOT FEAR, FOR I AM YOUR PROPERTY
THOUGH I AM A WORTHLESS CUNT, YOU GIVE ME VALUE,
YOU ALLOW ME TO DRINK YOUR URINE, TO FUCK YOUR DOGS
YOU ALLOW ME TO CUM, YOU ALLOW ME TO BREATHE
SURELY YOU WILL REWARD MY EFFORTS
AND YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO SERVE YOU ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE.”
She started slowly, hesitantly, but picked up some speed and sincerity. I had her begin again a second time, from the beginning. This time she got into the biblical rhythm. This behavior must be rewarded. When she finished, I ordered her to cum for me. “Cum for me, bitch, cum for me.” And she did, loud and wet and long. I would not do this very often in the future. Of course, as owner, I reserve the right to do what I want, but I would be much stricter about letting her cum too often. I would not totally deprive her of cuming, but it would be a reward. My plan was to keep her constantly on the verge, constantly stimulated, but allowing her to cum only when I approved.
Of course, after every cum, Liz was trained to thank her Lord and Master, (me) for allowing her that privilege. When she finished, I left her to memorize the slave’s prayer. I informed her that she must recite it sincerely immediately upon seeing me in the morning and before I allowed her to sleep at night, and any other time that I wanted to hear it. I left her alone for a while to work on her memorization.
So that is what he wants, he wants me to treat him like God, like a god, in any event. He wants full control over every aspect of my life. He will, like a god, punish me when I fail to please him. And, like a god, reward me when it pleases him to do so. And what a reward!!!! I never came at all until HE took me to be his slave. Now I cum for him, at his whim, and for his pleasure. But what great pleasure I receive. It is overwhelming. The power of lust. I never dreamt that lust could be so powerful. No wonder the cult opposed it with all their strength. To cum. To release. There is nothing like it. Nothing.
And what does Master want in return? To be worshipped! To be obeyed, and mostly to be loved! Can I do it? Can I love this man who tortures me for any reason, or no reason at all? Who controls my very breathing? Who decides when I can piss and shit. Who gives me no privacy, not even for the most private things a woman can do? Even my menstruation is used by Master as a further source of humiliation and torment. He wants to fill my life with humiliation, and I am supposed to not only obey him, but to love him. Is this possible?
What does man ask of God? He asks to be noticed. He asks that God consider his life important. He asks that his life has meaning. Is not that what Master is giving me? Everything about me is important to Master. When and where I shit is important to Master. How I breathe is important to Master. He is Godlike in his power over me. He punishes me greatly when I sin against him. He rewards me greatly when I please him. I am important to him. Everything about me is important to him. The most trivial aspect of my existence is important to him.
Can I love such a man, can I worship him as a God? When I belonged to the cult, was I ever rewarded? Was I ever singled out for punishment? Did anyone beside Bernard even care if I lived or died? No one came looking for me when I left? And Bernard only cared because he used my body for his pleasure. He never gave me any pleasure, only pain.
Master gives me importance. As the prayer he wrote says, I am worthless, serving him gives me value. Yes I will drink his urine! Yes, I will fuck his dogs! Yes, I will bear his torture! I will rejoice in my suffering because it gives him pleasure!
Can I love a Master who demands all this from me? How can I not love a man who fills my life? Yes! I love him with every fiber of my being!! I will obey him! I will worship him! I will love him! I will please him. With every fiber of my being I will strive to make him happy. That is my only reason for living. I love him, I do love him I must love him. What else can I do? What else is there for me in life?
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