A happy slave right off the bat. What a thought. And how would you punish a girl who likes to be a humiliated slave?
“Bring me the blond,” you say, as a mass of bills changes hands. You see Heather’s eyes light up as the attendant comes over to her with the key. He moves her head around to reach her collar, and she seems to show a pleased expression with her rough treatment.
She’s walked over to you on a leash which they hand over to you. “Enjoy your new property, sir,” says the clerk who moves off to see to others. You look at Heather’s face, and she looks inwardly excited as she turns away from facing her master directly. She seems to understand that much, and seems to be debating between fearing and adoring you. How fun.
“Slave,” you say sternly. “Face your master.”
She looks up eagerly, her breasts wobbling with such a rapid motion. “Yes, master!” she says gladly, but bites back a smile.
“Your life is mine now, do you understand?” She nods. “Swear your life to mine,” you say, taking her by the chin and forcing her to look into your eyes. “I want your vow that you will do everything I command, no questions and no doubts.”
“Yes, master,” she says, clear concern but dedication on her expression.
“There’s a good girl,” you say, tossing her chin aside carelessly and walking off briskly, tugging on the chin so she gags briefly. “Come along. We have things to attend to, first of which is breaking you in.”
“How is that, master?” she asks, a bit excited. She hasn’t had the chance to be a true slave to one master yet.
“You will meet the rest of my human property, and they will initiate you into my order,” you instruct sternly. “Under my supervision, of course. Then I’ll break you in to my own liking.” She nods as she follows, and you suddenly stop and smack her hard and loud on the ass. She yelps as her pale cheek shows a bright red hand mark. “DO YOU understand!?” you demand.
“Yes!” she wails, eyes watering with pain from the slap. She screams out as you smack her other naked ass cheek to match.
“Do you understand!?” you insist again.
“YEEEESSS!” she sobs loudly, but you see her growing wet between her legs, just a bit, even as they nearly buckle under her from strain.
“There’s a good bitch. Now come, you‘ll have some time to heal when the night is over with.” |