I grew up with parents who practice an alternative lifestyle. My mother is a slave
to my stepfather and she loves it. Mom was only eighteen when I was born and she became a
widow when I was two years old. Then she remarried an affluent man named James, when I
was four years old. James, although level headed, is a strict disciplinarian and
naturally dominant man. Mom adores being a slave to James, even when he punishes her
harshly or keeps her caged or in bondage for long periods. I learned almost immediately
that James is the boss and his word is law. Later I realized that Mom has masochistic
desires and James can be quite sadistic, although he never flogged her so hard as to draw
blood. He also does not believe in using human waste, animals or children in his
sessions.
Throughout my childhood years, I learned that women are born to be subservient to
men. Being a female, I soon understood my place and I accepted any rules that James
imposed on me. I was sheltered from the “vanilla” world by being home schooled, complete
with an extensive sex education. I cannot watch much television, listen to the radio,
talk on a telephone or eat junk food. I am also required to exercise every day and only
allowed to drink water. Since we live in a rural area, I seldom see other people or
anyone near my age. Still, I am naturally inquisitive and I use every opportunity to go
down to one of the basement cells where mom is often confined. I love watching her
struggle in chains and various types of bondage equipment while wearing fetish outfits and
extremely high-heeled shoes or boots that have metal taps attached to the bottoms. Mom is
always required to wear makeup and to look as feminine as possible and I think she is
extremely attractive even when Master James restrains her in very uncomfortable positions
and flogs her. When she screams in pain, her appearance is quite erotic and she seems to
enjoy it. I later learned that pain helps mom to orgasm. As for me, I am particularly
excited when James hooks mom up to a TENS unit and sends electrical shocks to the private
parts of her body. Whenever I have the opportunity to ask mom about the things James does
to her she smiles and tells me that I will understand in time.
By my eighteenth birthday I’d seen quite a lot of different ways that a woman can
be punished or sexually utilized and I am very excited about being used the same way
myself. I fantasize about wearing restraints like mom and my budding sexuality keeps
increasing. My body matured at a young age and I stand 5’4” tall, weigh 100 pounds, and
my breasts have formed quite nicely. I wear a size 5 dress and size seven shoes.
Actually, I am about the same physical size as my mom. Since I have been that size for
almost two years, I do not think I will grow anymore and I am beginning to wonder if there
is something wrong with me, since Master James does not treat me the same way as mom. Oh
sure, I am disciplined if my school work or chores are sloppy, but not like mom is and
although I recently passed my high-school proficiency exam, I sometimes make mistakes on
purpose to see if I will receive more severe treatment. Although James spanks me or takes
away some of the few privileges I have, to my disappointment, he never does the same
things to me that he does to mom. Finally, after fantasizing for months, and fingering
myself when I am in bed, I got enough nerve to ask James if I could speak with him that
evening.
“What do you want to speak to me about Amber?” James asked.
My cheeks turned bright red, but I was determined. “Sir, I would like to talk
about being trained as a slave and being subjected to all the things that mom is.”
James looked at me very sternly before a slight smile crossed his face. “Come to
my study at eight o’clock tonight.”
“Yes Sir.”
For the rest of the day I tried to rehearse what I wanted to say to James, but I
kept mixing up my thoughts and I became very nervous as the time approached. Promptly at
8 o’clock, I knocked on his study door and a moment later James opened the door. I was
surprised when he told me to sit down since mom was sitting there also. She wore a
fabulous leather outfit and very tall high-heels that had large metal taps attached to the
soles. Shiny cuffs and chains locked her wrists and ankles together, so that she could
only spread her arms and legs as far as her chains permitted. A wide metal collar encased
her neck and a short leash trailed down between her breasts. She smiled broadly at me as
I meekly sat down beside her.
“Amber, you expressed a desire to be trained as a slave. I told your mother about
it and I thought she should be here to hear what you have to say. I know you have seen
your mother experience many types of bondage and punishments under my guidance and
training. Now, you say you want the same thing. Both of you may speak freely about your
thoughts on the subject.”
“Amber, tell us in detail about your desires.”
I blushed again and I felt a huge lump in my throat as I started speaking. “I have
seen a lot of different things used on mom and I feel that I am mature enough to be
trained myself. I think my body is fully-grown and I have finished high school. For
months now, I get excited whenever I see mom restrained or punished. I love the clothes
that you select for her and that you always require her to look ultra feminine. I go to
bed dreaming about it and wishing that I were required to wear what mom wears or
experience the training and punishments that she does. Just sitting here now, I adore the
way that mom is dressed and I love the beautiful collar and chains that she wears. I want
to wear high-heels and boots with metal taps like mom wears. They sound very erotic when
she walks. I feel that I am old enough to make this decision and I have wanted these
things for a long time.”
James seemed to ponder what I said for a few moments before speaking. “Amber, do
your panties get wet when you see these things and get excited?"
I do not believe that I could have blushed any brighter as I felt my face flush.
“Yes Sir,” I said in a whisper.
Mom placed a hand on my shoulder and hugged me as best as her chained wrists
allowed. “Master, I think it took a lot of inner strength for Amber to express her
desires.”
“I agree," James remarked, “Now I need to decide what to do about her desires.
Since you know a lot about slavery, I want you to explain to Amber about the things I do
to you. I will be back in an hour.”
James looked at his watch and promptly left the study, closing the door on his way
out. For the next hour, mom and I exchanged questions and answers at a rapid pace. Mom
made it clear to me that a lot of her “training” is quite painful, but with it, she
experiences great sexual pleasure. She also cautioned me that this is a lifestyle choice
for her from which she cannot turn back, nor does she want to. Most of what mom was
trying to get across to me was that, in addition to being trained, I could expect long,
perhaps very long, periods of isolation and that I might even be bored at times.
I countered that my life felt boring now and even if kept chained in a cell for a
long period, I would be more excited. In addition, I wanted to experience the euphoria of
repeated sexual release. I tried to make mom understand that I looked forward to sexual
use in any or all of my three holes.
We talked on about the different aspects of bondage, whips and other punishment
equipment and mom told me that as a slave to James, she would be required to do anything
to me that James ordered and I might have to do likewise to her.
I pondered that thought for a moment and just as we heard James, returning to the
study I replied, “Sounds okay to me.”
James reentered the study holding several sheets of paper. He sat down behind his
desk and looked at my mom.
“Well, what do you think?”
With a look of pride on her face, mom looked at James and then me. “I think Amber
is ready for a trial period.”
“I thought so,” James said, “So, I prepared a list of things that need to be done.
Amber now that you are eighteen, I have been thinking about what to do with you after you
graduated from high school. I have considered sending you to a girl’s college or some
other type of finishing school, but I have not made a decision yet. Given other choices,
do you still want to be trained as a slave?”
It did not take me long to decide. I had no desire to attend college and I knew
enough about the vanilla world to know that what I wanted was right here. Therefore, with
as much conviction in my voice as possible, I looked James in the eye and said, “Yes Sir.
I cannot think of anything I want more!”
James seemed pleased as he glanced at mom and then back toward me. “OK, Amber, I
will allow a trial period of slave training for the next few weeks. During this time, you
may not change your mind. However, after that, you will have an opportunity to choose to
become a permanent slave or to abandon that lifestyle completely. If you choose to
continue being a slave, I will never give you another opportunity to change your mind.
Your mother and I will give you as much training and the associated punishments and sexual
experiences as possible during your trial period. After you experience floggings,
piercings, stretching and kept chained, gagged, tied and placed in many uncomfortable
positions, we will see if you still find slavery attractive. Since I do not believe in
incest, I will have someone else perform actual sexual penetration on you, but you will be
trained sexually using dildos and other methods to cause orgasms and you will dress, as I
desire. You must understand that if you choose to continue being a slave after your trial
period, you will have no rights whatsoever. If I choose to keep you or sell you or give
you away, that will be my decision. Your only duty will be to obey all my commands and
live by my rules. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir,” I replied as a shiver ran up my back.
“Also, your mother will help me during your trial period, since you have so much to
learn. During this time, you will obey your mother’s commands when I am not present, as
if they were mine, since she will teach you things that I have ordered. Any infraction of
rules or any disobedience will earn you punishments, some of them severe. Do you accept
this?”
“Yes Sir,” I again replied.
“Finally, from this moment on, you will address me as Master James and you will
address your mother as Mistress Monique while you are in training. The exception is if
you are in a public place. If that is the case, you will address us as Sir or Ma’am. You
will address anyone else that you are required to answer the same way. You will never
speak unless asked questions that require answers. Do you agree to these terms and still
wish to enter a trial period of slavery?”
With a look of anticipation on my face, I looked at my mom and James. “Yes Master
James. Yes Mistress Monique,” I said.
Almost satisfied, James asked another question. “Amber, from the things you have
seen, is there something special that excites you more than anything else?”
“Yes, Master James. I really get excited when you hook mom up to your TENS unit
and she gets electrical shocks.”
James wrote something more on the papers and then he switched on a video camera and
aimed it at me. Amber, for legal purposes, I want you to look into the camera and explain
what you want and that it is your choice alone. Be sure that you make it clear in case
anyone ever thinks that you are forced to be a slave.”
James started recording and I began, “Hello, my name is Amber and I am eighteen
years old. I have requested training in all aspects of being a slave. I am aware that my
training will include all types of punishments, sexual experiences, bondage and anything
else my Master desires. I make this choice by my own free will and no one has forced me
to make this recording.”
James looked satisfied and he switched the video camera off, removed the tape and
placed it in a wall safe behind his desk. Then he opened his desk drawer and took out a
pair of handcuffs. Without speaking, he walked over to me and locked a cuff on my wrist.
Then, pulling me to my feet, he pulled my arms behind me and locked my other wrist in the
cuffs. Turning to mom, he gave her the papers he brought to the office and the keys to my
handcuffs. “I have a lot to attend to during the next few days. I am going away on a
business trip tomorrow morning and I anticipate being gone for three or four days. I
expect to see a lot of progress in Slave Amber by the time I return. Take this slave in
training to her cell and follow the directions I wrote down. Then prepare yourself for
some training within two hours.”
My mom beamed with pride as she grasped my arm and led me towards the basement.
“Yes Master,” she said.
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