Places

Master rules my life and I never had a say. Not knowing what to do after a fight he took control of my circumstances and now I am a slave. His slave. Forever.

This is the story of how I came to be that.

For the most part our relationship was pretty standard, in as much as we spent time together, learnt each other's idiosyncrasies and slept in the same bed most nights. The sex was pretty vanilla for the most part aside from him occasionally biting my nipples and half heartedly slapping my ass whilst I humped his cock. After another average night of rutting the morning came, we ran out of coffee leaving the man child I was in a relationship with heart broken; I attempted to cheer him up.

Refusing to allow me to alleviate the mood he blamed me, which quickly escalated into an argument causing me to walk out. Sobbing and inconsolable.

Saying what I thought was goodbye had been difficult due to the fact I'd left my phone and keys inside. Cursing myself I managed to stop crying and decided that a walk round the block was the best way to calm myself down. I turned a corner onto a one way street that was pretty deserted and stared at my moving feet overwhelmed with a glum heaviness wondering to myself how the tension between my boyfriend and i came to a head so quickly, truly baffling.

All of a sudden I blacked out.

When I woke up I was home, although I was restrained - my wrists were in handcuffs above my head and my feet were tied together. A gag had also been placed in my mouth, confused and physically distressed my eyes darted around the room as I attempted to yank my arms and legs to freedom. Soon it became apparent that was not going to happen.

"Surrender."

It was my boyfriend's voice but deeper with an air of authority i'd never heard before. He sounded like a man. Shocked, I stopped and looked toward him stood at the foot of the bed fully naked holding a riding crop that he moved against his thigh sensually. Threatening me.

"You're going to obey every command you are given."

He bought the crop down on my thigh, it stang.

"Gorgeous, come in."

Heels click clacked and a woman in lingerie and too much make up walked in. She went over to my boyfriend and kissed him, I forgot to breathe, I was so confused (as to why she was wearing an underwear set when my boyfriend and I were stripped bare). My mind was clouded with questions and then she spoke.

"This is Mistress Candy and she's here to discipline you."

I squealed in protest. Out of nowhere my boyfriend began to hit me. Writhing i longed to be separate from the abused flesh that comprised my existence at present.

"Be a good girl and learn your place. You will learn to be attentive."

I was very confused. How long had they been together? Where did she come from? Who gave them the right? What was to become of me?

Due to the gag i wasn't able to vocalise these questions I was at their mercy. A lamb to be slaughtered. The woman spoke:

"You must wonder who I am."

She giggled and flashed her teeth ferociously.

"You can call me mistress, I'm here to help your master teach you. As he said."

Out of nowhere my boyfriend, now Master thwacked my thigh with the crop. It stang and I squealed in pain at the blow. My waterline quivering, balancing a tear before it fell from my eyeballs. Rolling down my cheek the first one slowly traversed, this was quickly followed by more plummeting down my face. He rained a few more on my exposed vagina for good measure. Unable to move I howled - terrified at the assault.

Mistress Candy then joined in after he raised the riding crop from my intimate area, violently delivering hand spanks onto the sensitivity. Moaning my crotch seemed to levitate while the rest of me stayed on the bed. Giving my clit a pinch she looked deep in my eyes and spoke softly with authority

"Listen to me. In a few minutes you shall be released from this position and placed on your knees before your Master. He will collar you so that you know precisely what you are. His."

"You shall be my pet."

My boyfriend said gruffly and continued after pronouncing this sentence.

"Obedient to everything you are told. You shall be moulded into the perfect specimen - no more arguments."

The woman he had bought in to intimidate me then spoke.

"You shall be given use of your mouth to pleasure me as your master watches. Eat my pussy to remind you of your place. Then you shall speak your apologies to your master."

Master untied me smirking down as he looked at my body. He then pointed to the floor by the bed and there I knelt my gag was removed. Mistress candy made her way to a spot on the bed and master gave her a pillow. He spoke to her so kindly with a gentleness that I remembered from when we first got together. Jealousy boiled through my veins like a soup that has the intention to evaporate.

"Good girl."

He told her. Then sharply he looked to me, I was scared now.

"Slave crawl up upon the bed and eat the nice lady out."

Nodding and somewhat heartbroken I obeyed. Sticking my tongue in her hole as master looked on I tried not to think of what was happening. After a few minutes of pleasuring her I felt a smack on my bruising ass.

"Better slave."

Master said "Stand in the corner and wait whilst I make her cum."

I stood in the corner. Listening to the exclamations of pleasure coming from the other woman, part of me knew I'd never feel that good again. Master would see to that.

After Mistress Candy came she left me, returned to my master who ordered me to sleep on the floor. The chastising made me repentant. Anxious, as well.