Xenia Chapter 8

I signed a digital signature to the contract, I also sent Master my contact list. I didn’t want to risk cheating and with-holding anyone from my humiliation that I must endure and learn to love even more. Some of the names were harder to send than others. Some were friends I hadn’t seen in a while, some were old co-workers or other forum friends.

Master would make sure I would have a personal interest in making my slavery work for me and for him. There would be no one I would not be too embarrassed to face again. They would all be seeing me in the photos and videos naked and penetrated, tortured, being played with by hoard of clothed men while I was blindfolded, gagged and later gifted by Master with cumming.

“I need to pack up some things, get rid of stuff. I guess I’ll pack what Master might want to keep and give away the rest. Then I need to clean the place for the landlord. Master will be pleased with the deposit money should I get it back. ” I began my plans. That will be my first real submission of property. The money and the assorted odds and ends. Some jewelry and a few collectibles. I can nakedly present those to Master before he takes over my body and life forever, to mold, to change to his pleasure, to produce a better slave. I will have to work on myself as well. To learn to be honest in the face of punishments, absolute honesty. To learn to accept Master’s control of my orgasms, my moment to moment life.

I have learned to love being naked as I’m sure Master intended by ordering me to stay naked except when legally not appropriate, and even then, to minimize cover, and expose when possible. My how the men around here love that! I think they’ll miss my occasional outings.

As I packed and cleaned I had such a hard time not playing with my tits and clit. My nipples were hard in the coolness and my clit was tender and wanting a caress. That is for Master to decide now. I spent my energy getting ready.
“Slave.” Master was calling me to the computer.
I went before the webcam and stood as ordered, naked waiting silently as was my vow for Master to speak.
“Slave. I can see the boxes. I will send some people over to pack and clean the rest. They will collect the money of the landlord will let them. Come to me tonight. Wear your white t-shirt, no undergarments. It is warm tonight so dampen it some. You live close to me as you found-so walk here after dark. When you arrive, remove the t-shirt so you are naked. Be sure you are clean shaved-everywhere except your head. Shower before you come. Eat dinner. Brush your teeth. Ball up the t-shirt to hand to me when I open the door to demonstrate your submission to the permanent nakedness rule. Then to prove your acceptance of a slave’ slife with a firm Master, you are to take a slice of ginger and fit it over your clit so it stays there. After you count 1-1000,2-1000 etc up to 300, knock on the door.”

“Oh my God”, I squealed in my silent thoughts. I almost reached to grab my tits and give my clit a reassuring touch. It’s so exciting! Trembling I could hardly write my proper reply. “Yes, MASTER. Thank YOU.”
“:~) You’re welcome, slave.”

“Oh, I have to wait until dark.” How am I going to do this?” I know Master is making sure I don’t get into trouble with police by waiting, but I wanted to start. I was so charged with the anticipation of such total submission, to be transformed into an obedient, selfless slave, submitting to another’s choices, to be humiliated endlessly, always naked, no barriers except the law, disciplined by a harsh and strict Master. Orgasms extreme, but not mine to dictate. Learning my place in the order of things, a lowly slave, to serve, obey and please-and to be pleased and grateful for it myself. A real challenge, but I get horny and happy just thinking about it. I took my shower, running my hands down my body feeling every nook and cranny alone for the last time. My thoughts switched to Master and unknown men from now on would be doing that, when THEY chose. My clit is tingling, I’d better stop thinking about it right now, before I had a confession to make. I MUST stick to task and orders.

As darkness approached, I could see it was about 8:00. I found m thinnest white t-shirt and cut it to just under by butt cheeks in back, and slightly higher in front, so my cunt was barely hidden. small wind or movement and everything would be exposed to view. I rinsed it in the sink and put it on. I put the key under the mat for the guys coming to gather Master’s things now and headed to my new abode.
“I hope he locks me in the dungeon cell tonight. I need to be punished right away so I don’t have any illusions about my place.”
The warm air moved about under my wet shirt and cooled my nipples making them again erect and ready to play. I started walking faster as I got hornier and hornier. My lips were swelling and my hole was opening, I could feel the warm then cool trickle down the inside of my legs and the coolness the evaporating juice made as the air hit my cunt. A throbbing began in my clit as I practically ran to Master’s home.

I got on the porch and ripped off my shirt and balled it up. Out of the pocket I pulled the plastic with the little quarter sized slice of ginger I moistened with water before leaving. I placed it between my cunt lips, against my clit and the delicious heat began in a few seconds. 300-1000. My clit was cooking good and pulsing for an orgasm by the time I got to the number 300. I knocked.
Master opened the door. Master was wearing jeans, and a leather shirt with lots of pockets. I saw behind him over a chair some black straps and metal rings and buckles among other leather. Master reached between my legs roughly and removed the ginger. After the heat subsided I felt extremely horny and my clit and cunt were crying to be toyed with and cumming. Cunt juice squirted out on the porch,Master laughed and said “Looks like you’re well suited. Let’s see how long it takes you to be a REAL slave.”

He had me come in. “Kneel slave.” I knelt, but not quickly or gracefully enough. “You are going to be taught many skills, some like a gymnast or ballet. You aren’t just going to be a ball licker and cock sucker, you are going to do it with style, promptly with grace and pleasing movements.” I felt somewhat ashamed of my failure. I was clumsy and fumbled down thinking all that mattered was I kneel pretty fast. I will have to learn and be trained physically as well as mentally. Master wants a fast, artistically moving slave.

“Slave. Do not move. Stay kneeling, place you hands on your belly.” I did as I was told. Master walked to the chair and picked something up. I heard a whistle whoosh and a cat o nine tails slapped across my bare bottom. He whipped my naked ass and each sting of the whip seemed to transfer to my clit making it hard and desirous of more of Master’s punishment. “Slave. Put your hands behind your back” I did and Master walked around and whipped my tits a couple of times, just enough to tantalize me.

He stood before me and told me to undo his zipper and belt, lower his pants and lick his balls and suck his cock until he comes. Oh yes, and it MUST last one half hour. The clock is on the wall behind him. I Carefully unzipped his pants after unbuckling his belt and felt for his cock. It was firm and warm. I lowered his jeans just enough to reach his balls with my tongue. “Slave. Remember this always. You must ALWAYS protect Master’s or any other superior’s privacy and avoid exposing them unless THEY want it. You should be able to suck a cock without any undue exposure of your superiors. Use your hands as shields, your own naked body or whatever, but I, the Master is NEVER to be exposed to public view regardless of what is going on, nor any others you are being used by.
“Yes, Master. Thank you.” The beginning of my REAL training.

I began to lick his balls. Under and around. Making my way up to his cock base where I held the shaft gently in my hand and licked around the base and up the shaft and around to the other side and back down.
I used my tongue to tickle his balls and then lick some more, coming back up. Then I put my lips to his tip and kissed his cock up and down, licking and my mouth went neatly around it. My tongue ran curcles around the tip as my mouth moved up and down along it. It grew and got harder and began to pulsate with desire. Master moaned and began to breathe faster. I licked the tip and sucked and pressed my lips down faster this time. We still had a few minutes.Master began to thrust his hips and I moved with him as he was getting ready to cum. I ran my tongue around his tip again with my mouth holding him tightly and he came, spraying his um in my mouth. I acted quickly to suck and lick up every drop of Master’s gift of cum.

“Slave. You did that pretty good. i did feel a tooth or two, but not enough to be uncomfortable. However, I never want to feel a tooth and neither will any superior without first telling you. In the future for the next two weeks, I will whip your bare ass WHILE you are sucking my cock every time I feel a tooth. If you break the rhythm, I will whip your naked ass harder after as well. It won’t be pleasant. You have to learn to keep the rhythm no matter what is happening. After 2 weeks if you are still performing infractions and will not keep your teeth away from my cock, I must consider it a serious disobedience and will use an electric prod on your tits and clit. I’m sure that will work. Another thing. After some time in training, you will expected to have orgasms on demand for my own or your superiors entertainment, for sale on video or whatever else I choose. Should your aka MY clit fail to obey-it will be punished until it DOES obey. Something to work on and think about. Now it is your first night in real sex slavery. I will reward you. Lay on your back and spread your legs frog style. I bent my knees and let them fall to the side, exposing my whole cunt for Master to do with what he will. He placed the vibrator against my clit. The sensation exploded in my whole body almost instantly, My hips thrust up, my clit and ass rising off the floor. I grabbed my tits and moaned and writhed with relief and orgasm. Master exclaimed, “That was fast. Fast and easy. Easy for me. I didn’t tell you you could touch you tits. consider this a warning. DON’T do it again.” “Yes, Master. Thank you.” I was grateful Master was going to let it go with that.

Master went to the chair and picked up the bundle of straps. He placed a strap around all 4 limbs and locked them on with a little padlock. He picked up a head cover and placed it over m head with a large mouth hole, nose hole and eye holes. I put my hands up to the hole edges and felt velcro. The hood was leather and covered with rings. “I like to dehumanize my slaves. Make you just a sex toy, and that is all.”

We walked to the basement door and went down the stairs. The dungeon was still there as was the cell. My cell. It had more rings in the ceiling and walls. There was a new cabinet in the dungeon as well and a mirror that covered a whole wall just outside of the cell. It sat a few feet in. there were several chairs. For an audience I presume.

Master had me walk into the cell ahead of him. I noticed he had installed cameras in the corners too. To be sure I am safely secured? To alert him to disobedience, failure to submit? To enjoy watching me move nakedly in my cell? For sales material? I think all of the above!

He put a chain and lock on one ankle strap and made sure it was secured to the floor. He threw me a blanket and told me to only use it if the room got cold. It was quite warm actually. Then he turned, walked out. The door clanged behind him. He turned and put the key in the lock and the bolt slid with a clink into place. He walked to the stairs and hung the key by the bottom and went upstairs. He turned out the light and closed the basement door. I moved around in the dark. I could reach the fountain and the toilet. Good.

I lay down on the foam mat that was over the wooden bed. “Here I am. My sexual dreams ‘cum’ true. I am a slave, in a cell, in bondage, naked, and naked forever and alone for the night-probably.