The Enslaving of anna

Chapter 16

Dammit! I'm losing control! The very thing I had intended to avoid from the very beginning! You'd think I'd be smart enough to know better, having accumulated a B.A. an M.D. and a PhD. But while all that intellectual paraphernalia has assured me a splendid income, it has not protected me from the irresistible force of anna's magnetism. Somehow, in spite of my ironclad psychological defenses, she has made me fall so deeply in love that being the stern disciplinarian has become painful for me.

This is an odd confession for a control freak. Yes, that's what I am: an admitted, unrepentant Control Freak. Hell, the reason I took on anna in the first place was to satisfy my intense craving to "own" another human being, to have unquestioned control over a beautiful, docile, utterly submissive female who would surrender herself mindlessly to my darkest fantasies, a flesh and blood sex toy reveling in my domination, yielding up her body to gratify my every whim, no matter how bizarre, accepting any punishment I decreed, no matter how cruel.

anna was, and is, all of that. she loves and reveres me as though I were a god, offering herself daily as a sacrifice. I had demanded that she forge her own psychological chains in the brutal ordeal of her training, then lock them on permanently with the sacrament of the slavery contract. she had done so joyfully, and in her own blood.

If the vanilla world only knew it, I am by far a worse control freak than any of the bestial men whose wives and girl friends pepper my appointment book and help feed my lucrative practice. The laugh is that I consider my therapy for those miserable women successful only when they finally realize that they must extricate themselves from the grip of their controlling mate. Throw the bum out! Walk away! When necessary, I even help them find safe houses to escape with their lives. And all the while I keep a slave who lovingly hands me a whip every evening and who would step in front of a speeding truck if I commanded her to do so. I would consider myself a colossal hypocrite were it not for the fact that she wants it this way. Enslavement satisfies her deepest needs just as owning her satisfies mine.

she had meekly submitted herself for that weekend of torture without a whisper of complaint, not because she likes extreme punishment, but because I ordered it. she maximized her suffering throughout the weekend not because she enjoys unbearable pain, but just so she could sleep next to me three times a week. I've tried not to be softened by the intensity of her feelings, of the love that drives her to endure such fearsome torment as that last cruel test, but it's a hopeless struggle. her love is infectious.

I had expected mya to bear up well in that last test, and she did. she took so many hard shocks to her tits, in fact, that I considered telling them to lay off the nipples, fearing her heart might stop. she held out the longest before the tears came — eight rounds — and made it all the way to seventeen before her voice failed to oblige her courage.

Everyone thought pixie would drop out the earliest, but we greatly underestimated her. she screamed and cried pathetically, but made it through seven rounds before passing out.

It was kristina who proved to be the early dropout. To be fair, she drew two Kings and a Queen, and three successive blasts from the pig prod would overwhelm just about anyone. The frantic thrashing in her restraints probably aggravated her broken toe as well, adding even more pain. At any rate, her low score of 3 offset mya's 17, holding them back to an overall team total of 28.

oriana did a little better with a score of 5, but with pixie's 7 they still only managed a combined total of 21.

tatyana really wanted her team to win, not so much for herself, but because she had developed a deep affection for anna (I discovered later) and knew how much it meant to her. tatyana apparently has a rather low threshhold for pain because she was crying hysterically after just two jolts to her cunt. Still, she tried valiantly to keep going. It was the pig prod twice in a row that did her in after the seventh and eighth rounds. she couldn't bring herself to ask for another. Over and over she blubbered ,"Tell anna i'm so sorry," as we took her down and Logan led her away to tie her up.

But it was anna who absolutely amazed me. she wouldn't quit! By the time she reached the tenth card she could barely speak loud enough to be heard, but still she asked for more! There's no question in my mind that if she hadn't fainted at the thirteenth round, she would have gone on until she did. The look in her eyes as she swam back to consciousness and realized she was in my arms touched me in a way that changed our relationship forever. I tied her up firmly, but my heart wasn't in it. I just wanted to take her home and hold her and make love to her. This is not good for a slave owner.

anna's score of 13, combined with tatyana's 8, brought their total score for the weekend to 32, a four point win over mya and kristina. But that was only a formality. I haven't told anna, of course, but she had already won a permanent place in my bed no matter what the damned score. These days I confine her to the palette just for punishment. she's still chained to the bed at night, but I want her body where I can run my hands over it, where I can pull her against me, and enter her, whenever I feel the need. Which is often.

Her happiness that Sunday was palpable and endearing. To be eating at the table with me and the other Masters, as mya and kristina ate from bowls on the floor; to be served like a lady of the court by pixie and oriana, who had to content themselves with the scrapings from our plates in the pig trough; to be riding home in the front seat of the SUV beside me, boldly naked and holding my hand; these were part of the reward for her two days of suffering, with the best part to come that night. I thought she would eat me alive in my own bed before she collapsed from exhaustion, falling into a deep, happy sleep, satiated by sex and love.

In the vanilla world, with its sloppy sentimental values, this fundamental change in our relationship would be viewed as a good thing, an improvement. But for anna it would have proved ultimately disastrous. she still had a deep psychological need to be dominated at all times by a strong and uncompromising Master, someone whose whims she must obey and whose punishments she must suffer. she had accepted her place as a slave at the deepest level of her psyche; she felt comfortable at having been relieved of any obligation in life other than to obey. The intrusion of freedom would make her feel exposed, abandoned and unhappy.

Fortunately, events spared me from failing anna as her Master. What happened was that my oversexed friend Peter Arnson, whose choice of female flesh was far superior to his choice of stock market investments, suddenly found himself in a bit of financial fix. Just as the Cambodian girl he had purchased was put on a plane to Boston, his portfolio hit a critical snag. He asked me if I would be willing to help him out by buying the girl from him. He showed me a picture.

Now you understand, most of the unfortunate girls at these Asian flesh markets are sold for as little as $7.50. The exceptions are the virgins. HIV and AIDS are rampant in the brothels to which these girls are sold because most of the customers refuse to use condoms, and many Asian men believe that sex with a virgin cures HIV; so virgins are sold at a premium, often $1500 and up. Most are very young: ten, eleven, thirteen years old. Sometimes, however, a financial calamity hits a girl's family when she's sixteen or seventeen, and, if they're desperate enough, they cash her in. Such was the case with Pang.

She was stunning! A tiny, eighteen year old exotic flower with a shy smile and big, dark, frightened eyes. Under pressure from her parents, poor farmers in Kompong Thom province, she had signed a contract in which "compensation for her services for a ten year period" were to be paid in advance to her father, nothing to her, the amount of this "compensation" having been determined by the winning bid at the auction. In addition, it was stipulated that if she proved unsatisfactory for any reason and at any time, the "contract may be reassigned at the discretion of the contractor." In other words, stripping away the faux legalese, she could be resold. In Cambodia that meant she would become meat at a sex factory, servicing twenty to thirty men a day until she was too old or too wasted by disease to be profitable. Then she would either be sold as a field slave or trashed. Either way, her body would never be found.

Just to see what he'd say, I asked Peter how I was supposed to get the girl back to Cambodia if she proved "unsatisfactory" to me.

"Send her back?" he said, astonished at my naïveté. "Why would you do that? There are plenty of brothels on this continent who'll take her off your hands. Hell, she's worth easily five-hundred a day, even in Central America. A thousand a day in the right places, like Miami. All you gotta do is make the right contacts, and I can help you there. She's quality merchandise, a solid gold investment. Trust me. I'm just offering her to you first because it's less of a hassle for me, and because you're a friend. I know you'll appreciate her. You and anna."

Peter was more of a shit than I thought. But what did I expect. He'd also considered selling pixie. The big difference, though, is that pixie is an American and knows her "slavery contract" is no legal document. she can walk out on it any time she chooses. Pang, however, has no reason to believe her fate is any less sealed in America than in Cambodia where any attempt to escape from her owner is a sure ticket to a terrible beating or death. Pang had no reason to think that American police were not in the pockets of the slave owners, just as they are in every part of the world she comes from.

Peter showed me his Visa receipts. Pang's purchase price was $4000, almost three times the going rate, enough to keep her family well fed for years. Additional preparation expenses (the medical exam, bribes to passport officials, tourist visa, etc.) plus "shipping expenses" which included air tickets from Phnom Penh to Boston, an "escort" to make sure she didn't miss the flight from Pochentong Airport, and two more to "help her make connections" in Taipei and Newark, plus luggage and clothes to make her look like a legitimate tourist, brought the grand total to $9243.

I could certainly afford it. But why should I invest that kind of money in a girl I knew nothing about when he had another asset that I already coveted? Why not buy pixie with her lush black hair (when it wasn't purple or green) and astonishing blue eyes? Let him keep Pang. If it was just the money he wanted, what difference would it make to him. Hadn't he already considered selling pixie? But as I gave it more thought, I realized that if Peter's financial difficulties continued, he would be much more likely to sell Pang to his "contacts" in the sex industry than pixie. If pixie were able to escape her new owners, she would not hesitate to turn to the police for help. Even if he sold her in Central America, she was very clever and might make her way north to the border. If she succeeded, Peter would soon be in deep shit. Pang, however, would be unlikely to resist her resale. She probably already assumes that her situation is hopeless, that authorities everywhere are as corrupt as those in Cambodia and that any attempt to escape will be foiled by the police and result in terrible repercussions to her family. She will go meekly to her fate no matter what happens. On the other hand, if I bought Pang now and Peter decided to sell pixie later, I could buy pixie as well.

Clearly, there was only one decent alternative.

Now the only question remaining was, how to break the news to anna. Of course, as her Master, I should simply have announced that it pleased me to bring a new slave into our household. anna's contract clearly states that I have no obligation to consult her on any matter, and that expressly includes the addition of other women to my life. But our relationship had changed since that weekend at Logan's farm. Try as I might, I could no longer think of her as strictly a piece of property. To hurt her physically in play or punishment was one thing; she expected it, desired it as an affirmation of her submission, her way of proving her love for me. But breaking her heart would be something else. I could not bring myself to cause her that kind of pain. I thought of how she begs me every night to allow her to cover me with kisses, and how sweet it is when I gave her permission to do so. But my professional experience told me that her very willingness to endure tremendous punishment in order to please me indicated the fragility of her self confidence. I could not bear to betray her trust in me, so I had to proceed very carefully.

During one of her hard won dinners with me at the table I gave her permission to speak freely. Then I explained Peter's purchase of the slave pang, his subsequent financial dilemma and his decision to sell her. "I can't allow him to sell her off to a low-life brothel in Guatemala. The poor thing would be dead within ten years."

"That would be very kind of you, Master," she said. "But how can you stop him?"

"I have decided to purchase the girl from him," I told her.

"You're going to buy her?"

"Yes. Otherwise he'll sell her off to any scumbag who'll pay the price. She's a beautiful girl. Any pimp or brothel owner can make a fortune off her. But it would destroy her."

"But what are you going to do with her?"

"I'll bring her here. Add her to our household."

"Here?" anna had stopped eating, her eyes filling with fear.

"Yes. She will become my number two slave."

"Your slave? Like me?"

"Not like you. You will always be number one."

"Will she be sleeping in your bed?" anna had gone ashen, her body seemed to have turned to stone.

"Sometimes."

anna neither spoke nor ate. she sat frozen, staring at the center of the table. I covered her hand with mine.

"You will continue to sleep with me, anna, even when the new girl, pang, is in my bed. she is not replacing you. I love you, anna, and this does not change that. We may both come to love pang, but I will always love you so long as you continue to serve me well. Do you hear me?"

There was a long pause and her voice, when it responded, was barely a whisper, and much too formal.

"Yes, Master."

"That's very respectful, anna. I appreciate that. Now I want you to tell me what you think. I know this is a blow to you, but I don't want it to be. I don't want you to feel threatened by it. I haven't stopped loving you. I just can't allow Peter to toss this girl to the wolves to recoup his goddam investment. Do you know what those brothels are like? The girls live in filthy hovels and are made to service anyone who comes up with the price, with our without a condom. That can mean twenty men a day, or more. Their owner keeps all the money, of course. If they get pregnant, they get a coat hanger abortion. Whatever diseases they pick up, tough shit. If they object or try to run away, they are beaten, often with chains. If they're too troublesome, their owners simply do away with them. They just disappear. Peter apparently has no problem with that. But I do. Do you blame me?"

"No, Master."

"So tell me what you're feeling." There was more silence. "I really want to know, anna. I don't want you to be hurt."

she closed her eyes. Droplets formed under her lashes and slid down her cheeks. she said something, but I couldn't make it out.

"What?"

she raised her voice slightly. "Have i displeased you, Master?"

"Of course not." I wiped her tears with my thumbs and turned her face toward me. "Look at me."

she opened water filled eyes.

"I love you, and that won't change. You've earned the right to eat at my table and sleep in my bed, and that won't change. You've known from the beginning that I have the right to have sex with anyone I choose, and you've watched as I've done so with many women. Yet my love for you remains steadfast because you have won my heart, over and over. That has not changed, and will not change as long as you continue to love me, and prove it with your wholehearted obedience and submission. Do you love me, anna?"

"Yes! But now you will have this new girl. Beautiful and virginal."

"And she will be subordinate to you. In fact, she will be your own submissive. you will have to help me train her to service both me and you."

anna's expression changed subtly. she waited for an expansion on that theme.

"you will always be my chief and favorite slave, anna. you have earned a place by my side in bed and there you will remain except for those occasions when you must be punished. We will take this new girl in and use her for our own pleasure, training her to be a proper submissive and slave, rewarding her when she pleases us and punishing her when she does not."

anna's eyes bored into mine for several moments, digesting this thought "Does this mean i have to share you with her now?"

"There will be two of you."

"i mean, is this new girl going to share your bed?"

"When I wish to fuck her, I may do so in my bed. But she will not replace you. Except on those occasions when you are being punished, you will continue to share my bed. In fact, if I decide to fuck pang in my bed, I will probably want you to join in the fun. You won't object to that, will you?"

"No, Sir. I only ask because . . ." she choked up, unable to look at me.

"you thought you no longer pleased me?"

she nodded, staring at the floor.

"anna, look at me."

she looked up, her eyes filled with longing to be reassured.

"I told you at the very beginning that I will not be monogamous. Nor will you. It pleases me to have sex with other women and it also pleases me to offer you to others. That does not mean either of us loves the other any less. I do not believe that there is any virtue in sexual exclusivity, nor is it synonymous with love. Do you love me any less because you have fucked other men?"

"No, Master!"

"Nor do I love you any less merely because I have fucked other females. Our sexual organs are meant to give us joy, not imprison us in a boring relationship. I take delight in the marvelous variety of pleasure to be derived from the same acts when performed with different partners. I hope that you do, too. It gives me pride of ownership to be able to loan you to others. I take pleasure in watching what they do to you and how you react to them. Erotic pleasure stands by itself, with or without love. Love stands by itself, with or without sex. Sex and love are easily intertwined, but demanding they be joined in a single exclusive relationship is a sad manifestation of human insecurity and animal greed. I am neither insecure nor greedy. This new girl will not make either of us love the other any less. Is that understood?"

she nodded, but it was obvious she was still in pain.

"After dinner I'm going to punish you for even considering the possibility that I might love you less."

she dropped her eyes and nodded again. I tried to glare at her sternly, but I failed. So I took her in my arms and held her a while.

"You'll see," I said. "Her presence here will make our lives together even better. she's not a threat to you. she's an enhancement. she's going to make your life easier and happier. you'll have to help train her, of course, which means you'll get to be the boss, at least part of the day. you're going to enjoy this, anna. I promise you."

she nodded against my neck and I could feel the moisture from her eyes on my skin.

Later in the dungeon, I hung her up by her wrists and flogged her gently until her whole body was bright red. she was moaning softly when I took her down and immediately dropped to the floor on her back, spreading her legs, the signal that she wanted to be ravished. I took her upstairs and chained her in the bed where we tangled in a kind of desperate lovemaking. she clung to me all night, waking twice in the throes of a nightmare. Poor anna. she didn't yet understand that her life was about to get even better.

 

anna's journal, June 23

Yesterday we went to pick up the new girl at Logan Airport. The last leg of her trip was on American Airlines out of Taipei, a twenty-five hour flight. i can't imagine being on a plane that long. i'd be constantly worrying that we'd run out of gas.

i had been agonizing about this for three days, from the moment Master told me he had bought her. That's unrealistic, i know, because He made it painfully clear from the start that someday He'd bring another woman into our house. Didn't He make a great big fat point of it in the Contract? But it's sort of like knowing that someday you're going to die; it's just too abstract to worry about. It isn't until death is a moment away that the reality hits us. That's the way i thought about that clause in the Contract. i loved Master so much, i just couldn't conceive of sharing Him with another woman. Then, when He told me about pang, it was like a blow to the stomach! i was physically sick. my mind was on fire with anger and jealousy, even though i don't have the right to have those feelings! i only have the right to please my Master. But try as i may, i couldn't control the bleakness that gripped me. The pain was worse that anything i suffered that weekend on Master Logan's farm! i drew our kitchen knives out of their wooden block and knew that drawing one of them across my wrists would be much less painful than a whipping in the dungeon. i polished the shiny blades with my tears and envisioned the look on Master's face when He found my body in the pool of my life's blood on the kitchen floor. But i couldn't bring myself to do it, and hated myself for my cowardice.

Then, yesterday morning, just as i thought i'd managed to accept the idea of another girl in His life, He showed my her photo. He may as well have stabbed me. i felt hopeless. she's so beautifu!. And so young. What chance do i have? i'm afraid i was terribly bad for the rest of the day, moping and weeping and making mistakes. Master should have flailed the hide off me last night, but He only whipped me gently with the flogger, which He knows i like because it just stings a little and gets me hot. That made me feel all the worse. O God! i wanted to win his love back and i didn't know how!

Then we were at the airport, watching the passengers stream out of the gate. Men, women, children, babies, carriages, luggage bags bumping from the gate tunnel to the concourse floor. Suddenly, there she was. Master had shown me the picture to help me spot her, but it's pretty damned hard to miss a tiny Cambodian girl in a red dress getting off a plane in Boston with a "Hello!" sticker pasted on her left breast spelling out "PANG" in big block letters. And especially when she's the loveliest thing in the goddam airport! My heart sank. she was far more beautiful than her picture, a doll-like figure with huge almond eyes, flawless bronze skin, and an expression of frightened innocence that would melt any heart, especially if it were male. Hell, she even melted mine

"pang!" Master shouted as He moved toward her.

The girl stopped short, her eyes widening in fear as she stared at the large-framed man coming toward her. She remained frozen as he took the handle of her carry-on luggage from her hand and gave it to me.

"You are pang?" He said to the frightened girl.

"i apologize, Master," she said in a thick accent. "i do not speak English."

"That's all right," He said. He gestured toward me. "This is anna. anna, this is pang."

"Hi, pang," i said.

"i apologize, Master," she said to me, "i do not speak English."

Master turned to me. "It seems she has been taught at least one English phrase. Let's get her through Customs and to the car as quickly as possible. She has no other luggage, so we can skip the carousels."

"This is her only luggage?" i asked incredulously, forgetting to ask permission.

"Just this. Doesn't matter. We'll stop at some shops and buy her an appropriate wardrobe, some cosmetics and other things she'll need to make her a suitable slave." (Master has never punished me for that outburst or for the many others i made during that excursion, so i guess there are some advantages to having another slave to distract Him.)

He rummaged through her carry-on and found the papers He needed to clear her through Customs. Then He took her firmly by the elbow and led her through Customs and to our car and to a few shops in Boston where He bought a half dozen outfits for her, plus the toiletries and cosmetics she would need to satisfy his standards for hygiene and appearance. He let me help her pick out the intimate feminine things she would need. she was so pliant and respectful (unlike most eighteen year olds!) that i couldn't help but like her, in spite of myself. she was actually a very sweet girl, and obviously terrified. It was clear she understood she was a slave and was expected to be absolutely obedient. God knows what else she had been told to expect.

As we drove home, pang in the back seat and me in the front with Master, he said to me, "pang is going to be a great help to you in terms of your daily chores. she is subordinate to you, which means that you have my permission to require her to carry out whatever tasks you wish. One of your responsibilities will be to teach her English. You will do this by talking to her throughout the day as though she can understand you. Eventually, she will begin to do so. You have told me that one of the most difficult parts of your slavery is being alone so much of the time with no one to talk to, isn't that true?"

"Yes, Master."

"So it will be pleasant for you to have a slave to talk to all day, won't it?"

"Yes, Master, except that she won't understand a word i say."

"For a while she won't. But how did you learn to speak, anna?"

"i don't know. From my parents, i guess.

"Exactly. As young children we learn to communicate by imitating the sounds our parents make as they communicate ideas to us. You will do the same thing. At first it's a one-way communication, but eventually she will catch on to what certain sounds mean, and ultimately what all sounds mean. She's still young enough for such learning to be fairly easy, especially since there will be no reference to the language she already knows. For her it will not be the complex matter of translating from one language to another, but the simpler process of absorbing a whole new system of communication as naturally as a child does it. The key is that you must talk to her all day long. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good."

It took me a while, but eventually i worked up the nerve to press the matter further.

"May i speak, Master?"

"Of course. I want you to."

"What if she doesn't say anything? i mean, i'll have to show her what i want her to do, and how to do it. What if she just does what she's shown and doesn't try to talk?" What a stupid question! i guess i had hoped He would say He'd send her back. But He didn't.

"After showing her a few times and telling her in words, you will change to just telling her to do it. If she fails to learn, she must be punished. I hereby give you authority to punish her when she fails to obey you. As I told you before, you are my chief slave and she is under you. she must obey first me and then you. If you choose to tie her up and whip her, you may do so, providing you do not cause her serious injury. If she requires more severe punishment, you must remand her to me and we will together see that she suffers the appropriate punishment. she is our slave, anna. Both mine and yours. she will never rise above you in our household. Is that clear?"

i took a deep breath. "Yes, Master."

This might work out, yet.

By the time we got home, pang appeared to be either freaked out or dazzled by her new environment. It was impossible to tell since she couldn't express herself. She seemed to be electrified, as though she were wired on uppers. i have no idea what her life at home had been like, but it must have been nothing like this. her eyes were wide and she gripped my hand tightly as i led her out of the car into the house. It's not that she seemed afraid. More like awed and exhilarated. i followed Master into the library, towing pang behind me.

"I believe our new slave thinks she has died and gone to heaven," Master said, knowing that His words were gibberish to the girl. "she grew up in the most miserable poverty and may never have seen this kind of luxury. We must make sure she knows her place. We need to impress upon her immediately that she has not come here to be a princess, but a slave, and that the quality of her life here will be totally at my discretion. Take off your clothes, anna."

i failed to see how my getting naked would put pang in her place, but it was my normal condition anyway, so i stripped my dress over my head and kicked off my shoes. pang gasped when she saw i wore nothing underneath.

"Excellent," Master said when i was nude. "Now undress pang, and talk to her as you do it." He pointed at her so she would know i was acting on His orders. "Tell her what you're doing as you do it."

Her dress had a series of buttons in front from the neck down to about her navel. I began slowly unbuttoning them from the top while she stared at me with an appalled intensity, as if i were a vampire preparing her for a snack. All the while i maintained a steady reassuring chatter in a soothing voice, smiling at her as i worked my way down the row of buttons. she never flinched as i lifted the dress over her head, leaving her clad only in a gray bra and thick cotton panties. i knelt down and gently removed the cheap vinyl heels she was wearing.

Master produced a pair of scissors from the drawer of a secretary's desk and handed them to me. "Cut off her undergarments," He said.

i pulled the fabric of her bra away from her skin as i snipped so the cold blade of the scissors wouldn't frighten her. i could more easily have unsnapped it, of course, but Master wanted me to cut it off, so that's what i did. As the bra began to fall away, she threw her hands over her breasts to hold the cups in place. i looked at Master for direction.

"Take it off her," He said.

Gently, i pried the bra from under her hands which she kept firmly planted over her breasts. Next i cut through her panties, first one side, then the other, and yanked the severed fabric away from her body. she squealed in distress as one hand instantly flew to cover her crotch while the other tried to hide both nipples at once. she didn't try to run off, but she was clearly in a state of acute embarrassment.

"I am informed that pang was entirely aware of what she was agreeing to in the contract she signed," Master said. "this display of modesty is therefore disingenuous. I won't allow it."

"But did she sign it willingly or was she forced to by her parents?" i asked.

"Doesn't matter. she's damned lucky she wound up as my slave rather than any of the scuzzy brothel owners who were also bidding for her. In fact, she's doubly lucky that Peter sold her to Me, because He was ready to sell her to any pimp who would pay the price. No, she's one lucky slave if her only worry at this moment is that I might get a peek at her tits and cunt. I'll soon cure her of that."

As He talked, He went to the same drawer and pulled out leather cuffs for her wrists and ankles which he handed to me. When i had locked them in place, He came up behind her, wrenched her arms behind her back and snapped her wrists together. Next He locked a dog collar around her neck and attached a chain leash to it.

"Now, lead her around the room in a circle until she's able to hold her head up and stop sniveling," he ordered.

i couldn't bear to look at the girl's face. It was a picture of misery. But i knew Master was right. She'd get used to being naked. It was just a matter of time. And there's nothing like being naked 24/7 to make a profound difference in how you view your place in a world that's dressed to the teeth. As the evening wore on, i led her all over the house, through every room (except the dungeon). she was very hungry after her long series of flights, but Master made us both eat out of bowls on the floor. i kept my hands behind my back to show her how to do it. she looked disconcerted at this treatment, but when she saw me doing it, she pushed her face into her own bowl and gobbled her meal with enthusiasm.

she also had trouble relieving herself in front of Master and me. But when she saw me do it first and that there would be no alternative privacy, she closed her eyes and emptied her bladder noisily into the toilet.

When we all moved to the bedroom and i helped Master strip, her eyes hardened into resignation. This is what she had been mentally preparing herself for; her new Owner was now ready to end her virginity. she was fidgety, an anxious mixture of erotic curiosity, sadness and fear. i kept thinking of the boy who had taken my own virginity, that very first entry of a male organ into my most secret place. i remembered a similar mixture of fear and excitement, except that in my case it was a boy that i had chosen myself to break the seal of my womanhood. For me it was a sexual adventure seasoned with a heady dose of defiance, not a contracted obligation with a stranger twice my age. For pang this was neither passion nor rape, but more like the arranged loveless marriages which continues to be the lot of women in many cultures. Still, my own fantasies of rape came back to life as i led her up to Master's bed. i actually envied her.

Then i noticed that Master had done a strange thing. He had put down a pallette on the side of the bed opposite the side where my own pallette was placed when i was being punished. He had me bring pang to her pallette and chained her ankle to the foot of the bed and her collar to the headboard, just as He did to me when I was bad. He pointed to the pallette until she got the point and laid down on it; then he covered her with a blanket. After He chained me to the other side, He gestured for me to get into the bed with Him. He began to make love to me. i could hardly believe it! He didn't ask me to do anything, just covered me with kisses and played with me and ate me and drove me to orgasm after orgasm with His tongue, fingers and His magnificent cock!

My dear Master! How could i have doubted Him? He saw that i was in an agony of jealousy, even though i am too obedient to complain, so He made love to me right in front of her to show us both that i am still His number one slave, that He still loves me. We all know that He will soon claim His right to her body, but by taking me first, and so passionately, He put my mind more at ease, and pang in her place. For the first time in three days i didn't cry myself to sleep.