Xenia Chapter 11

I was ready by 7:00 am for Master. Better early than late. When Master came down it was 9:30 am or so. Breakfast, as usual was just enough and healthy. Master takes good care of his belongings.

“Slave. You’ve got some experience exposing yourself to strangers when you were an online slave. So-this won’t be too big a deal, just another step in the right direction for you.”
He opened the cell door and pulled out the butt plug. “It’s time you learn how to add anal sex to your abilities. I’m having a party soon, and you will be a favor for anal sex. I’m only telling you this because you are new, and frankly, I want to move things along. Once you have enough repertoire…I’m reminding you. I won’t tolerate any whining or last minute needs to punish you to save face. You will learn nothing in advance at all, and be expected to perform without any wrinkles, obediently, quickly, without question and with only a mind to how you can improve and please. Remember-THAT will be YOUR goal. MY goal is to train you well.” with that he undid my hands and tied them to my ankles.

He put my head on the bed for balance. I heard the squish of the lube being pushed out of the tube and felt the cool wet goop being rubbed on my exposed asshole. He put some on his now hard cock as well. I felt him grab my tits and put his cock against my anus and it slowly slipped in a little and out, then in a little more and out.

I felt a pulsing in my cunt which I remembered happened with the butt plugs only this was more, better. Scary because his cock was bigger, much bigger. In and out, in and out, my ass felt it sliding back and forth. I realized I needed to, had to surrender to Master’s will. After that, I relaxed and it started to feel very good, it felt as if my asshole was acting like a cunt hole and trying to let more in. I wanted him to play with my cunt too, but that was his decision to make. Soon he made some quicker, harder thrusts and I felt his cock go deep and hard, holding in spasm as deep as he could.

He slipped it out and the hum of the vibrator started. He put it between my legs from behind, holding it on my cunt and clit. He moved it up and down, teasing and pressuring my clit to throb hard and cum. Soon I was almost dropping with cumming, a puddle of cunt juice under me and I was panting and groaning and amazingly spreading my ass for more as if it was an asshole orgasm.

Master walked away leaving me bent over. I wondered what was going on. But-then, I need to put that kind of thinking away. It is Master’s house and Master’s will that is the law here. Master has a reason for everything.

I am to follow and develop into a sex slave. Slave! That word is so strong, yet almost not strong enough. For each level of humiliation, obedience I go to, I feel there must be more, harder and sterner to achieve. I am getting that Master enjoys punishing and managing me as much as he enjoys the actual sex. The other side is this…I enjoy being the slave, I want more. I know it won’t all be fun and games. This is a lifeway, not a camping trip. Whipping is real, and punishments will escalate and his uses of me his slave, will become more advanced. Master has warned me-as time goes on I will understand what being a slave really is, and I will be trained enough to accept it all and to learn to be a really good sex slave. I don’t HAVE to like it all and that is where the slavery training of submission and obedience to hierarchy will come in to play. A slave will not be informed, a slave will not be asked. I must endeavor to achieve liberation from expecting that.

I put my mind to my position. Naked, tied in bent over, ass spread out and holes available to anyone who wants them. I took a deep breath and imagined a cock teasing my cunt and ass. An admiring crowd of clothed men, assessing my posture, talking about what they are going to do to me and my nakedness as if I wasn’t there. In a sense I’m not. I’m a slave. What they do is what they want. My objective then would be to egg them on more, wave my ass at them, spread it more and invite them to play, touch, examine, tease, torture if that is what they want. It, I am all theirs.

I heard Master coming back and he gave my bare bottom a mild swat.
“Slave. I want to you to think of 5 pleasures for me and 5 punishments for you by tonight.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you.”

“Slave. Also, when myself or anyone speaks to you about anything they are thinking of using you for, your response is to be, ‘I’m your property, please use me.’ AND, I want you to start thinking that way yourself, it’s not just words, but the truth of you.”

With that he undid my hands and allowed me to stand up. He chained my ankle to the floor ring and clanged shut the cell door and locked it. “The party is in a couple of days, so we’re going to practice anal for awhile. There are a few things you will learn. Tonight you’ll get another butt plug-bigger.”
In about a week, I won’t be giving you so much information. You are going to have to learn to be a SLAVE.” Up the stairs he went and the door shut behind him.

“Now I must think and remember 5 pleasures for Master and 5 punishments for me.”

Yes, Master. Thank you.”