Prologue

 

Marcy Sims knew what she was, a slave. The trouble was that she could find no man or woman able to satisfy her perverse desires. Sure, she had served many so-called Masters and Mistresses, but none of them had the strength of will to take her to the depths of her submission. It wasn't a game for her; she needed absolute domination, not play dates.

At twenty-five she was built for sex with a 36DD-24-34 body, long blonde hair and bright green eyes, but she was losing hope. Through the web she had met with dozens of prospective owners, but none could take her to the level she needed. She was nearly ready to give up, until one day she read an alluring ad on a personals site.

Chapter 1: The Ad

 

She read it last night, but did not believe it. She had seen similar posts before, all of which were mere words, the reality far less fulfilling than they suggested. But this one felt different, it seemed so blunt and matter-of-fact. She could not respond immediately as her doubts and disappointments assailed her. She instead went to bed and played with her sopping pussy, just reading the ad got her juices flowing, again.

She had her recurring dream that night, the one that haunted her. She was restless as she tossed and turned. The sun poured through the blinds as she slowly woke up, her hands still nestled in her damp crotch. Her mind was fixated on that damn ad! She dreamt of her fantasy Master again last night, the words in the ad now fueling the dream. She rolled onto her belly, her fingers rubbing her sex furiously as she recalled it.

She knelt on a cold stone floor, naked as the day is long, save for the iron manacles on her wrists and ankles. She was kissing the heavy boots of the man sitting in front of her, waiting for his command. She knew she was in a dungeon, but the particulars of the space were indistinct in her dream.

Then his feet parted and as if it was a silent command she crawled up between them. She found his cock waiting for her hungry lips and she swallowed the offered member. She took his balls in her hands and fondled them as her mouth and tongue consumed his manhood.

Then she felt the kiss of the whip on her back as he flogged her from above. The pain and pleasure she felt in her body was what she ached for, and he gave her what she needed. The blows rained down, like a stinging cold storm in the winter. But the cold blows melted into her flesh as the heat of his cock filled her mouth.

Suddenly he pulled it her from her mouth and tossed her to the floor. In an instant he was on top of her, his monstrous member deep inside her wet pussy. Buried under his weight, she ground her body into the cold stone floor as she moaned with her rising passion. Her tits were crushed and the dull pain felt wonderful.

He ravaged her hard and fast, and then he slid his cock out of her cunt, only to wedge it between her ass cheeks. He smacked her ass several times, inflating her arousal, before stuffing it deep inside her bum. The feel of his cock climbing back into her, only through her tight little sphincter now, sent her into a delirious orgasm as he pounded into her backside.

Back in her bed again, the orgasm washing over her from her nimble fingers strumming her sex, she made a decision. She would take one last shot, if this ad were not real, then she would give up. She crawled from her bed and over to her computer to turn it on. While it booted up she went to the bathroom.

When she returned she found the ad again and read it several times.

 

Seeking a real sex-slave. She must be willing to completely submit to a 24/7 RT M/s relationship. She will crave pain, humiliation, and objectification, with few if any limits. If she is deemed worthy, she will be contracted for one year. If at the end of that time she wishes to make it permanent, that is possible.

 

It was blunt and seemed to be the core of what she sought, but experience told her that was unlikely. Still she knew that few, if any, of the women who sought this lifestyle would answer such a simple ad, it was too dangerous. To Marcy, however, it was a challenge she could not resist. The fact that he was clearly local, by the city and state listed in his ad, made the pursuit of it even more enticing. She had tried to connect with ones at a distance, but it was just too difficult.

Once the reply box popped up on her computer screen, she simply typed a short response. 'Sir, this girl would like to be considered.' She attached a pic of herself bound to her bed with a hood over her face. It displayed all her charms except for the beauty of her face. She hit send and then went about her business.

She took a shower, had some breakfast, and dressed. It was Saturday and with the weekend off from work, a rather boring secretarial position at a local accounting firm, she had no real agenda. So she returned to her computer to surf kinky websites. The mailbox was flashing in the corner of her monitor; she had a new message.

To her surprise, he had already replied to her. Was he just another desperate geek hoping for an easy lay? She wondered as she opened the message, surprised by its brevity.

If you are interested, complete the attached form and send it to me. Remain at your computer until you hear back from me.

Along with the message was a picture of a man in a black hood, leather vest, leather pants, and black boots. He was well built, muscular and tall, much like her personal vision of the perfect Master.

She opened the form and read it over. It was a basic BDSM checklist asking her to choose what her likes and dislikes were and other generalities. She quickly filled it out, only leaving children and animals as her hard limits. She was amazed at how many activities she had experienced and how many more she craved. When she was done, she emailed it back to him and sat there staring at the computer.

What to do? It was silly to think he would ever know if she left the computer, and who was he to order her about without her initial consent? Then again, she did reply to his ad, asking for his consideration. She looked at the picture of him again, thinking of the possibilities; she decided to obey for now.

She paged through sites for nearly an hour, always looking to the little mailbox in the corner of her screen, waiting anxiously. When it started to flash she felt a lump in her throat. She stared at the flashing icon for several minutes before she could work the mouse to open it, when she did she was surprised at the box that popped up. 'Read receipt requested by sender' it said, and without thinking she clicked yes.

The message opened and it was definitely lengthier. She began to read it, her cunt tingling in anticipation.

 

You appear somewhat experienced and certainly have a healthy curiosity for many scenarios. Should you choose submission to me you must let go of all prior experiences and learn slavery by my rules. I would also require that you forgo all current contact from the real world once under contract. To that end, I will provide you with the cash equivalent of two times your annual salary, or $50,000 if you are not currently employed. You will be able to verify the money is real and it will be made available upon completion of your contract should you choose to move on at that point.

If you do accept the contract, any rights you have will be solely at my discretion, based on limits agreed to in said contract. But before we continue, you must accept a test of your desire to really pursue this. If you succeed at completing this test we will meet. At that time we shall see if we are compatible. If you do not have any plans for tomorrow, let me know and I will send further instructions as to how this will begin.

 

She read it several times and it was definitely different. This guy looked serious about his pursuit; no one ever offered money or asked that she abandon her life to pursue a relationship. Either he was rich, or he was a true psycho. But then she asked herself who could really pull off such a daring scenario. She decided to try this out, but if he tried to isolate her in any way during this test, she would just end it rather than put herself in jeopardy.

To that end, she sent him the following message: I have no plans for tomorrow, but do work during business hours Monday to Friday. I am willing to accept your test as long as I do not feel you are putting me in danger. I will wait for your reply.

With no command this time to sit at the computer she went about her normal Saturday chores, cleaning up her small apartment. She found herself checking that damn mailbox icon every fifteen minutes or so. Two hours later it flashed again. She sat in front of the computer, her palms now sweaty, and she opened it.

 

I was pleased to receive your reply to my message, though it seems you were not ready when I sent it, as it took several minutes for your receipt to reach me. Going forward, should you wish to prove your potential obedience, I expect no similar delays.

Tomorrow morning you will wake at seven am. You will shower and shave your legs, armpits, and the bush between your legs, if you have one. From there you will dress in your sexiest lingerie and outfit. You will go to the Piedmont Arms hotel at 9am and at the front desk ask for the envelope waiting for Monica. Since I do not yet know your name that is the one I chose for you. Follow the instructions provided in the envelope.

 

Interesting, she thought. At least it was a public place, no harm in finding out what this was all about. With a spring in her step and a tingle in her crotch, she went about her cleaning. She made an appointment at the beauty parlor for this afternoon for her hair and a full waxing, thinking that shaving was so mundane.

That night in her bed, her flesh still tingling from the painful denuding this afternoon, she worked her insatiable cunt furiously. She wondered what evil plans this mystery man had in store for her. After several satisfying orgasms, she set her alarm and went to sleep. The dream returned, though the figure in it now looked just like the picture in her email.

Chapter 2: Tested

 

The alarm went off at the appointed time and she found she was quick to get out of bed and begin preparations. She took a long hot shower, punctuated by several more orgasms to quell her eager cunt. Once she was done, she styled her hair and applied her 'slutty' make-up; she enjoyed looking like a whore when in a submissive role. Dark eyeliner, too much rouge, and deep red lips screamed 'fuck me' as she looked at herself.

She had picked her outfit last night and it lay upon a chair in her bedroom waiting for her. Her lingerie consisted of an all black motif, with a half-cup bra, thong panties, garter belt, and stockings. Her patent leather pumps with four-inch heels were on the floor beside the chair. Once she had them all on, she looked delectable and ready for sex, gazing at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door.

She paraded in front of her image, striking several poses as she admired her own image. Her lovely breasts oozed over the top of her bra, her large nipples and silver dollar sized areolas crinkled into a hard mass from her arousal. Before she even donned her outer clothes, she could feel the thin material of her panties absorbing the juices leaking from her pussy.

She picked up the leather vest next, one that looked much like the picture she received yesterday, and she squeezed herself into it. It fit tight around her body and when buttoned up compressed her generous globes, exemplifying their succulent meatiness and ample cleavage. Next she pulled the short leather skirt up her long legs and zipped it closed around her tiny waist. It was so short that if she bent over, her bare bum would be clearly on display.

She was quite a sight she told herself; confident any real master would choose to own her supple body. But she still wondered if this guy was real, it did not seem possible that after all her disappointments this could become what she wanted. But this little escapade had piqued her interest; she wondered what kind of test he had planned. Looking at the clock, she grabbed her purse and left to find out.

When she got outside and hailed a cab, she could not help grinning as two nearly ran into each other trying to pick her up. She loved parading around town in her slut-wear, the hungry stares of men and shocked look of women always made her feel good. She knew she was hot, making it harder to understand why it was so difficult to find someone who wanted to own her.

She got in the cab that won the battle and was off to the hotel. The cabbie chatted her up the whole way, clearly hitting on her. She took it as she always did, politely and gratefully, but her mind was elsewhere. The envelope waiting for Monica was all she could think about.

At ten until nine the cab pulled into the portico of the hotel and a bellman opened the door. She slid her sexy legs out the door and took his hand, noting his eyes alternating between her tits and her skirt, now slid up to the tops of her thighs. As she stood, she smiled and winked at him, saying, "Thank you."

As she straightened her skirt and started to the door she heard him stammer, "My pleasure, Miss."

He ran past her and opened the door, bowing as she entered the lobby of the hotel. As she strode across the opulent lobby she noticed the stares she was getting. This only emboldened her gate, putting some extra wiggle into her walk for an even better show for these vanilla folks.

At the desk a young male clerk asked, "May I help you, Ma'am?"

The fact that he was still likely a teenager, from the acne present on his face, made the comment acceptable to her. If an older man had called her ma'am, she would have been insulted.

"I am here to collect an envelope left for Monica," she simply said.

""Excuse me a moment and I will check," he said, as he turned and went through a door behind the counter. In just a minute he returned with a small white envelope marked 'Monica' in his hands.

"Here it is. We have instructions to call and confirm its pick up, is that all right?" he asked, staring at her beautiful chest as he spoke.

She reached across the counter and using her index finger under his chin to lift his head and his eyes back up to hers, she said, "That will be fine," taking the envelope from the now blushing boy's hand.

She turned and walked over to a chair in the lobby; she sat down and stared at the little envelope in her hand. She tore it open, eager to see its contents. Inside were a small piece of stationery folded in half twice and a key with a number on it. She looked at they key a moment, then unfolded and read the paper.

 

Since you are reading this we have made a fine start. From here your time will be measured, do not think just obey. Proceed to the lady's room in this lobby and remove you bra and panties. You may keep your bra in a pocket or purse, but your panties are to be stuffed inside your mouth. Then proceed across the street to the train station and find the locker that matches the key number. Inside you will find further orders; you have fifteen minutes.

 

What a wicked little game, she thought as she found herself heading to the lady's room without pause. Inside a stall it was easy to slide her panties off under her skirt, but the tight vest had to be removed to get her bra off. Once she had it back on she stuffed the bra in her purse and the panties in her mouth. She was glad she picked such a skimpy pair, as she looked in the mirror on the way out. As long as she didn't open her mouth, she looked normal.

Out of the bath, through the lobby, and across the street she went, checking the time as she moved. She reached the locker with a minute left and fumbled to get the key into the slot. It opened to reveal another envelope propped against a small backpack. It was marked, 'open me now'.

She obeyed, tearing open the envelope. This note started with a little praise.

 

Good girl! Do your panties taste good? You may now take them out and place them and your bra in this locker. You will take the bag to the ladies room and follow the instructions inside it. Lock the locker back up and keep the key, now don't dawdle.

 

Looking around to make sure no one was looking, she quickly obeyed, pulling the sodden panties from her mouth and placing them in the locker. She pulled her bra from her purse and placed that too inside, and then she removed the bag. After she sealed the locker she scurried to the bathroom and into a stall. Her heart was racing; this game was exciting.

Once seated on the toilet with the bag in her lap, she zipped it open. Inside was another note and something covered by a cloth below it. She read the note, anxious to hear his next command.

 

In the bottom of the bag you will find a harness and a small vibrating plastic dildo. Activate and insert the dildo into your pussy, then strap it in place with the harness. Leave the building from the east entrance, turn right and walk ten blocks to the corner of 8^th and Market Street. There is a pay phone on that corner, stand next to it and answer it when it rings. You have until 10am to get there.