From being the bosses son, to becoming a lowly slave, all at the whim of a lovely young lady and all in less than a single year. A New Life...

 

Prologue

It is my intention to tell the reader briefly where I am at now, before I explain the convoluted way that I arrived at this point. A year ago I had met the woman that would both rock my world and change it completely. She would lead me carefully along a road that led only into slavery and subjection. She would ensure that I was swallowed up by my own hidden desires; she would make full use of those desires by unveiling them and using them to serve her in ways that I could little imagine at that time.

Today I find myself kneeling naked, with my clothes piled on a hard-backed wooden chair, placed behind me against a wall. I have my hands behind my back as I had been instructed to.

I was listening to my girlfriend and mistress openly discussing me and my future with her step-father. The situation I am currently in, created in my mind a terrifying vision for my future. To my horror I realized that my cock was trying to erect, sadly for me the possibilities were very restricted by an evil device she had ensured had been fitted permanently to my flaccid cock, some months previously.

I had been fitted with a device that was designed to punish me for any male laxity, or loss of self control to her regime of strict male domination. A device that made self-imposed chastity of both mind and body my only option; that was if I wished to avoid experiencing pure unadulterated agony.

Both of them could clearly see it, both ignored it. Why was I so aroused by my humbled position displayed before her step-father? I am not gay I tell myself firmly, it is the presence of her sitting over there looking so innocent, swinging her left high-heeled boot gracefully back and forwards that is so arousing to me; not his, the step-father's presence I tell myself.

Deep down I wonder; there is always him to consider and I know a little of his tastes. I know that he is a dominant male with clear ideas of what he expects from his slaves! Yes slaves I tell myself, I am not one of those, I am a guest in his rambling home, a guest brought here by his step-daughter. Still it had been he, not her that had suggested that I be stripped. It had been he that had indicated the position and place in which I now kneel. Yet it had been she, I calmed myself, who had brought me to this position, and she that had given me his requests as instructions to be obeyed.

They are talking much as though I do not exist! I listen as they discuss the training of me; I watch the flicker of sunlight reflected around the room from his watch. It flits like a laser beam, its glint blinding me whenever it flashes into my eyes, and he knows it!

Training they had said! For what I wonder, because I have already been trained to obey instantly, but in reality I knew. I have always known my destiny, and now fate has brought me face to face with my future, through the auspice of my Goddess. How I got into this position? Why I am naked and kneeling? What they intend to do with and too me is a long story.

Kneeling in instructed silence, forces my mind to wander over the last year, back to the point that my simple pleasant life had been changed so radically from. I could see the wooden door that was destined to set me on the road to my subjugation, it floated clearly before my eyes. It was closed, but shortly a Goddess would open it, and my life, a new and very different life, would begin. Until I approached that door for the first time, my life had consisted of the usual for a young free male; drinking, socializing, working and generally pleasing myself, with little thought to my future beyond the next day or so.

Chapter One

 

It was early evening on the outskirts of a major town and I had my best friend Mike standing next to me; it was him that had dragged me up to this door, in essence to meet his new girlfriend. Chi, I seem to remember her name was, but it has little bearing to my eventual situation, they did not really matter, Chi or Mike, nice people that they are. Neither would play any other part in my subjugation. They were only the means by which I was to be introduced to my Goddess.

Mike pressed the door bell and shortly I heard footsteps approach on the far side, then the handle turned. It was one of those old knob types, the sort that move the latch back allowing the door to open. It swung inwards; Mike had stepped back and now stood next to me, looking expectantly at the opening door. Mike was no ladies man but it was him that was to introduce me to her.

The front door opened revealing a young woman of about eighteen years old. She was dressed in the most form fitting and sensually cut white jump-suit any male could ever have hoped to see. My eyes traveled upwards over her flat stomach, past her slim waist, across her small but nice looking breasts and up to her face. She had the most beautiful coffee colored skin, her eyes were dark brown and sparkled with mischief, I will always remember thinking, as I looked into them.

Her face lit up as she glanced over me, seeing Mike she smiled at him, but I knew right then that it was me that she was smiling at, not Mike, not anyone else, just me. I felt it, the intensity of electricity as it leapt from her to me; we both knew that we were destined to meet. She stood back from the door at the same time opening it wider, allowing Chi to burst out past this goddess in white and throw her arms around Mike; nearly knocking him down the stairs in her exuberance.

I have to admit that I just stood there looking slightly up at her from a low step, totally captivated by her beauty. Chi invited us in but Mike was eager to be off, he wanted to see a film and had dragged me along to make up a foursome with Chi's friend. I sure hope that this was her friend, she was and we left. Chi introduced her to me at the pavement edge; her name was Jan shortened from Anne Marie. Somehow I just knew that we were going to hit it off and so I believed did she.

For the next three months we dated, we went out, went shopping, went to the pub and generally got to know each other. It was on one of those dates out that she startled me with a few revelations about herself, revelations which had a decidedly addictive and highly erotic effect on me. Up to that point we had shared a lot of time but not any real intimacy.

With my motorbike parked up we walked into the fields following a public track, she was leading and her lead took us over a low wall into a woodland, where we sat down. Our backs rested comfortably against a fallen tree, we were just enjoying the lovely day and each other's company. The conversation turned to the past and specifically to education; she had spent her time at school secluded in a girl's boarding school. She told me about it in some detail but more so about how strict it had been. Discipline was driven home to the girls she said, on the end of a leather soled slipper or if really needed with a strap. She had felt the slipper many times she admitted, 'being a bit rebellious by nature' but only the leather strap once, and then she had been twenty-one and a senior girl in her last year of finishing school. She lit a cigarette, held it out to me before saying.

"This is what got my ass thrashed, six of the bloody best and all on the bare."

My trousers reacted to her story or rather my cock inside of my trousers reacted, which was quite uncomfortable and very embarrassing. I did my best to cover my arousal and at the same time encouraged her into telling me more about her thrashing. Instead she turned the conversation to my education and specifically how we were punished.

I had little of interest to regale her with, but she listened intently all the same.

"Well there were always detentions and lots and lots of bloody lines." She laughed obviously picturing me writing lines, sat in some stuffy classroom, with a stern faced teacher hovering over me, watchfully. Then it came back to me and my one and only acquaintance with the school cane; well a blackboard pointer would be more accurate. One hard stroke I received that day across the seat of my trousers, whilst bent across the teacher's desk. It had hurt at the time but... I hesitated to go on. I didn't want to say what I had been thinking, because she would think me odd or worse.

She reached out taking my hand then looking deep into my eyes, she just blurted it out.

"It felt nice afterwards, didn't it?"

I nodded, dumbfounded that she understood. "Yes-s... Ummm, it did, I was as horny as I had ever been by the time I had walked half-way home and it didn't go away for ages."

"I bet you had your trousers down as soon as you could to get a look!"

Was she reading my mind, how the hell had she known? I had a mental picture of me bent over, my trousers around my knees looking at my striped arse in the bathroom mirror and all with a throbbing erection poking out, demanding my attention.

"So that was how you first found out, was it?"

"What?"

"About there being no real pleasure without pain first, or during!"

"I don't understand!" I was lying, I understood exactly what she had meant, but I wasn't going to admit it to her, well not then anyway.