Of course, I am compelled for legal reasons to state that this is a work of fiction, written with no actual person in mind.  Any likeness to actual events or people is a matter of coincidence.

 

The Saga of sue

 

By

Master Rick  (Oataregreat@yahoo.com)

 

CHAPTER ONE – THE INTRODUCTION OF SUE

Good Morning.  I am sue.  It is the name my Master has given me, among many others.  I have been serving him for nine years and I have been his slave for five.  I am the most normal woman, mother and employee you would ever know.  Most people have no idea of who or whose I really am.  Those who do know often ask or silently wonder, “ What happened to make you desire this kind of existence?”  The answer is simple and short.  Nothing!  I grew up in a wonderful and loving family.  Dad worked as a professional.  Mom stayed at home and raised my sister, brother and me.  I was the oldest of the three. As a child of the 60’s I began exploring my sexuality at a young age. From my first discovery of sex until the present I have always been inquisitive and needy.  I remember at the age of 11 feeling my “private area” and feeling “stimulated”. I loved the feeling.  I wanted to know more. But at that time in history and at that age the resources just weren’t available to research about sex and everything involved. It was simply taboo.

 

But being taboo was not going to stop me, I experimented with playing with myself and feeling very good………….now knowing I was sexually stimulated. I loved the feeling I got when I rubbed myself “down there”.  I wondered if other girls felt the same way.

 

One night four friends of mine and myself got together for a slumber party. We did the usual things that girls do until we got ready for bed. We were all developing quickly and we started to show our boobs and our hairy cunts to each other. One girl asked if any of us ever noted wetness down there. I spoke up and said yes and then I asked if anyone ever rubbed themselves and felt a tingly sensation. No one else had so I said “I’ll show you how”.

 

There I was, showing them how to rub themselves.  We all tried it on ourselves. We were naked by then and essentially had an orgy going. One of us would lie down and the other ones would rub the pussy and then one of the others got brave and even used her tongue to lick my clit.

 

Oh the feeling was incredible. That night was the start of many, many more and different sexual exploits

 

That faded away as we entered high school and I began to date.  I was a good athlete and very smart.  I excelled in school and in boys.  I began nursing school soon after graduation. I married my high school sweetheart after school and we began life together.  We enjoyed 2 boys and 20 plus years of normal life together before the divorce.  Our sex life was good and on occasion we fooled around with kinky sex. 

 

After the divorce I was among the first in the tsunami of people who found BDSM with the opening of the chat rooms of the most popular web portals.  I served two Doms a very short time but neither was very experienced.  Each seemed to enjoy the kinky aspect of the life but exerted little reasonable control or dominance. 

 

Listing BDSM in my profile brought many inquiries from people of all walks of life. 

 

Meeting Master:

 

Master Rick was one of those contacts.  He was kind, pleasant and certainly enjoyable. We chatted for a few times and then one evening he became very persistent about meeting me. It was easy to say no online but for some strange reason when he asked for my phone number I gave it to him and much to my frustration he called right then. When he found out that I was taking my son to soccer practice near where he lived he was so persistent that again, much to my surprise, I agreed to meet him at a fast food restaurant nearby.

 

I got there early, went inside, ordered a soda and sat down where I could see the door. He had sent me a picture and I kept my eyes trained for that man. I waited and became very anxious. I had worked out a lot, looked good, I was dressed to be a little enticing in short blue jean shorts and a sweater tank top. I felt good about the way I looked and thought that hopefully he would like it too.  You must know that I stand 5’9” 175 and I have dd cup tits that are still firm and high.

 

A short time later Master came in the door.  He stands 6’4” and weighs 278.  He looked over at me with an incredible look of confidence. That initial look was more than enough to win me over. He knew it was me, smiled, got something to eat and walked over.  I smiled back but found it so hard to look him in the eye as if I knew he was the one. My eyes were apparently closed a lot that first meeting as Master still teases me about it. We talked about ourselves, what we wanted in a BDSM relationship, where we wanted to go from here. The time passed way too quickly.  I wanted it to never end.

 

He walked me out to my car. We stopped as we approached my car. He faced me, we said a few things more. He reached down and touched my left leg and the hem of my jean shorts, looked me in the eye and said: I could take you right here. I was so taken by this man and I knew if he could he would have.

 

Unlike most works of fiction, I didn’t have someone kidnap me or blackmail me into the life.  I jumped in with both feet into the kinky aspect of the life.  I had been with 2 Doms before I met master.  This is the story of my decline from kinky sex to BDSM slave.  Along the way, I lost my limits and found my Master.

 

NEXT – The saga of Sues Rape

 

 

SAGA OF THE RAPE

 

 

It had been a long week.  In fact, a long month.  Master had been distant and very quiet.  Master is a very brilliant man, with an IQ tested at 156.  However, like many people of that ability he often suffers from very strong periods of moodiness.  To be as clear as possible, there are times when Master’s natural dominance becomes even stronger, nastier.  The quieter he becomes, the more his natural dominance controls his mind.  I was hearing from him two or three times a week instead of two or three times a day.  These moods often meant I was in for some very strong discipline and I was in no mood for it either.  While I choose to submit, there are moments when my submission is tempered by my attitude.

 

My son had been gone for almost two weeks to a soccer camp in St. Louis and I was lonely.  Work was crazy.  I worked for a home health care company that was expanding life crazy.  We were swamped and the last two weeks my boss has been acting funny towards me.  Yesterday I found a note from him telling me how he wanted me to please him sexually, listing all of his likes and dislikes.  He mentioned that he was so happy that I liked men in authority and that I found him attractive.  At the end of the letter was a promise that I would be given the assistant managers position once we began our relationship for real.  I HATED THIS MAN and here he was thinking I was hot for him.  I pulled out the letter again as I headed for home.  He wanted me to deep throat him, wanted me to use a strap-on up his ass and he would love for me to ride his face while I wore a cowboy hat.  This was the opposite of what I wanted.  I had written Master about it yesterday but of course, no reply.  I was in a foul mood. 

 

I came into the house and checked my list of daily requirements that Master had written out for me.  Housework, housework, housework.  This month I was not allowed to masturbate but had to put all my energy into cleaning my home.  I went to my computer to check on messages from Master before I began my chores.  NOTHING!  Damn him.  I needed his direction.  How do I handle my boss?  Should I quit?  Should I file charges with human resources?  Where was Master???  Changing my clothes to finish my chores, I slipped on a pair of shorts, pulled off my bra and slipped on a comfortable T-Shirt.  I stepped into the kitchen to get dinner started and I noticed the laundry basket, still full of towels sitting in the hall.  A long tired sigh escaped my lips and I began my duties.

 

MASTER.

I had been planning this evening for a month.  We had been in the middle of a scene a few months earlier when I noticed my bitch’s attitude.  She was a willing submissive, verbally submissive and sexually submissive but there was still something left, something she was hanging onto.  I had her tied spread-eagled to the bed and I had used a knife to remove her clothing.  Blindfolded and restrained, I was amazed at how pain could affect this beautiful bitch.  I was using a riding crop over her incredible breasts and urging her to beg me for mercy.  She refused and I simply used the crop with a greater intensity.  Her breasts and nipples felt most of the sting and I knew just how sensitive her breasts were to the touch.  I didn’t neglect her sweet cunt, her thighs or belly though.  Almost 45 minutes into the scene and her begging was lifeless.  I beat her till her juices were running out of her cunt and into the folds of her ass cheeks and yet she maintained the slightest control.  Almost an hour in and I beat her until the riding crop splintered in my hand.  She had won this battle.  I owned her body but there was more to be taken.  Physical pain and force were exciting to her.  She needed more than physical pain and force to break the control she had over her mind and spirit.  She needed something to release her true submission.  An idea began to form and for the last month I had put it into motion.  We had talked about fantasy rape as a scene but I knew she had no idea of how real it could really be.

 

My psychological training had always been a huge help.  Years of study and two degrees had helped me build a nice practice but they also gave me insight into the minds and methods of those that I had dealt with.  I began the profile of my slut.  She would be most vulnerable when left alone.  She was a social creature and needed interaction with others.  Like most people she did not deal well with stress but especially work related stress.  It interfered with her striving for perfection.  I found one surprise in my evaluation.  She had served me at various locations including her home.  She felt safe there.  Usually that would not work for what I what I wanted.  She needed to be kept off balance.  However, if I could strip away the safety of her home, strip away her safety, her humanity….

 

I had the place, now I needed the process.  I developed a couple of steps.  I had remote access to her computer.  Her calendar, her email, her very life was available with the password to her computer.  I searched her calendar and spotted the weeks that her son would be gone.  I had the time.  I would wait until Thursday evening.  She would be tired from the work week and yet not quite read to celebrate the upcoming weekend.

 

 

 Now I needed to push her own mood.  I needed her to feel all of her emotions.  I wanted to push her emotionally like a child on a swing, back and forth, higher and higher.  I used her email to write her boss. I implored him to say nothing to me because I was too shy but I wanted him to know that I thought he was a great boss.  In another email I began to flirt.  Finally I told him how hard it was working for him because I found him so attractive.  I asked what he liked in a woman and what he liked a woman to do. I had limited her email access to three times a day, when she got, when she got home and at 9 pm each evening.   Each time he would reply, I would reply, delete the messages and implore him to honor my desire for him to say nothing to me.  Would he just please slip me a note detailing what he would like?  I knew that note would drive her crazy. 

 

I began to slow down my emails to her to give her a slight sense of abandonment.  I wanted her to feel all alone.  She was ready and so was I!

 

I arrived at 3 to inspect her house – she was generally keeping up with the duties I assigned.  I knew she would first check her email and then begin her household duties.  Walking around the house, I noticed her laundry in a basket and her dryer full.  She would have to put her towels away.  I transferred a couple of towels from her son’s closet into the bottom of the pile of towels in her closet.

 

This was where I would begin to take my sweet cunt’s submission.  Here is where I would strip her of her perceived humanity.  I screwed the overhead light out and slipped in a thin slice of metal under the bulb and screwed it back into the socket.  The light would flash on and burnout as soon as she flipped the switch.  I stepped into the back of the shower/tub.  It would be an hour before she arrived but I had the discipline to wait.

Just about 4:30 I heard the garage open and then close.  She was home.  I mentally traced the path I knew she would take.  Into the computer room to check email… Check. 

 

I heard her step past the bathroom, literally inches away from where I was standing and into the bedroom behind me.  Her closet opened and I knew she was changing out of her work clothes.  Once again she walked past the bath back into the kitchen.  I wondered about stepping out and taking her in the kitchen.  Just a moment later though I heard her stepping back to the hallway and a sigh, that sweet release of breath as she picked up the laundry basket.  Time to take control.

 

She reached into the room with her left hand and flipped the switch.  True to form the light popped and darkness reigned.  “hmmmp” was the sound that escaped her lips,  She bent over to open the bathroom cabinet to put the stack of towels away while I stepped out of the tub.   The room was dark enough that I could barely see myself as a shadow in the mirror.  As she stood back up, her mind a million miles away, I struck!

 

SUE

The damn light! What else could go wrong?. I stepped into the dark room and bent over to fill my sons cabinet with towels.  He had taken four for his two weeks at camp and I needed to make sure he had fresh ones when he returned.  I was thinking about who I would get to pick him up from the camp while I was filling the cabinet.  I started to stand up when the room went totally black and my head snapped back.  For a split second, a moment in time when everything stopped, I had no idea of what was happening until I recognized the feel of a human hand over my eyes.  I heard a scream far away.  It was the wail of a creature in torment. It was as if the fear had knocked my spirit out of my own body.  I watched as I came alive and fought like a wildcat.  The dark form behind me just leaned further in, pressing my body into the cabinet and counter top.  My scream continued.  One long scream until I ran out of breath and then a gasp for air and more screams in staccato.  Suddenly I felt something warm running down my legs.  I had pissed myself. 

 

It took everything out of me.  My mind ran a hundred miles a minute but now my body had shut down.  I began to weep and scream but my legs had no strength and I collapsed against the counter.  He struck with lighting quick speed and traded his left hand for a blindfold in his right.  He needn’t worry.  My eyes were clinched is sheer terror.

 

With the blindfold on he looped his right arm around my neck and pulled me off of the counter.  My screams rose again with new intensity as he effortlessly lifted me off of my feet.  A quick left hand came around my head and covered my mouth.  Down the hallway we went with my heels scuffing the carpet every couple of feet until he turned and entered one of the rooms at the end of the hall.  He threw me on the bed and stepped close and pinned me down with a knee on my chest.  For the first time, He spoke.

 

MASTER

Her legs had collapsed and the smell of piss entered my nostrils.  I knew she was ready for the real rape to begin.  I had intended to take her to her own bedroom but as I was carrying her down the hall a new inspiration struck me and I carried her into her sons bedroom.  I spun her around and tossed her on the bed like a sack of shit.  It knocked the wind out of her and for the first time her screaming stopped and gasps of air took their place.  I knew that fucking her on her own son’s bed would add to her shame. 

 

She was an animal, trapped and terrified.  Her hands were raised in a defensive position just above her breasts but they were shaking too hard. Her legs were gone, her arms trembling and her mind was shutting down.   I knew now that it didn’t matter if she knew it was me.  She had lost control for the very first time.  I had ripped it away from her like an old dress.  All I needed to do after I spoke was ratchet up the intensity and I had just the tool for that. 

“What room are you in Bitch?” were the first words. 

“My son’s!” she wailed.  I don’t believe that she knew it was me.

“You know I am going to fuck you on your own son’s bed don’t you?”  Her reply was the guttural wail from deep in her throat.

 

Still no recognition of my voice.  I pulled my knife from my pocket and timed the click of the opening with her gasp for air.  I thought her scream would rip her vocal cords apart.  I ran the blade against the side of her neck.  Reaching down, I used it to flick off the button to her shorts.  For the first time I raised off of her body.  She made no move other than the shaking that now racked her entire body. 

 

I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shorts and tugged them off.  I jerked them off her hips and down her legs, causing her body to flop on the bed.  WONDERFUL!  She was wearing her bikini briefs.    “You slut!”  Look at these panties!”  The tone of her sobbing changed.  I knew I was manipulating her emotions.  Shame.  Humiliation.  She reeked of it.  “You fucking slut, look what you are wearing!”  I reached down and cut the piss soaked briefs away from her body. 

 

I kneeled back down on the bed with her body between my legs.  I reached back for my knife and began to cut the t-shirt from her body.  NO BRA!  “You really want this don’t you?”  I slapped her breast and she came back alive.

 

“NO!  NO!  NO!”

 

For the first time I was really enjoying myself.  “Oh yes, you ‘re a whore.”

I began to play with her breasts and upper body.   I didn’t want to touch her cunt until the time was right.  I slapped them, caressed them, pinched them, bit them. 

 

 

SUE

The shame! My own son’s bed.  When he threw me down it knocked the wind out of me and as I gasped for air, it brought me to my senses the slightest bit.  I felt the twin bed underneath me and I knew it was my son’s bed.  I could feel the wall at the crown of my head and my hips barely hung over the side of the bed.  Each second brought more humiliation.  I understood for the first time that he not only intended to rape me but to humiliate me on the journey.  I heard the click of the knife and I though he intended to kill me.  His weight on my body prevented me from moving and I knew that if I moved or fought back again he might use the knife.

 

Then I felt the press of the blade at my waist and my mind was gone again.  He grabbed my shorts and tossed me around like a rag doll while he jerked the off.  I landed back on the bed with a thud when I heard his ridiculing laugh… My Panties!  Master had me wearing bikini briefs every day now.  He called me a slut and I began to wonder.  When he cut my shirt off, and saw that I had taken off my bra he began to call me a whore.  I wanted to explain that I had only taken it off after work but the only words that came out were the shout of “no.”

I lay there naked and he began to slap my tits.  Back and forth and back and forth.  He beat them until they were numb.  Then he began to trace his fingers down the side of my face.  Suddenly I realized for the first time that it was Master and yet it wasn’t him, at least not as I had known him.  He hadn’t changed but I had.  It made no difference if it was Master or another man.  He was having his way and I had no control.  The combination of pain and pleasure was horrible.  Each had their own way with my body and I hated myself for responding.  My mind was screaming no but it had been separated from my body and was taking me along for the ride.

 

He began to make me beg for another each time he slapped my tits.  I mumbled something and he reached down and bit my nipple as hard as he could.  I saw stars.

 

“When I say beg for another, I mean BEG!”

 

He slapped the same tit again and this time something broke within me.  I began to plead for him to slap it again.  I screamed for him to please slap it harder.  All I knew was that the harder he slapped my tits, I wouldn’t have to endure his teeth again.

 

Minutes passed like hours as he kept beating my tits and then stroking my face.  All the while I begged with true desire.  I needed him to slap my breasts, to stroke my face. 

 

He stepped away and I heard his belt, his snap and his zipper.  It was all I could do to think.  I knew what I wanted. He had done little but strip my clothes but along the way he had stripped much more than that.  My legs were jelly, my breasts were swollen and my cunt was on fire.  I began to beg for his cock.  I’ll never forget his words….   “let’s see how hungry this bitch is for my cock.”

 

MASTER

I pulled down my pants and my cock was rigid.  I grabbed her ankles and jerked them up and apart.  I lifted my hips to put the head of my cock at the opening of her pussy.  My cock slid in and stuffed the bitch.  With my hands on her ankles, pulling her legs apart, It didn’t take long for my bitch to climax.  I kept whispering, “”Fucked on her own son’s bed” and she kept crying, begging me to fuck her more.  She began to buck her ass to get my cock in deeper.  I was already pounding the back of her cunt but her hunger would not cease.  The crying continued all the way through her climax and I shot a horse load of cum into her cunt.  She laid back as if it were over but I forced her up onto her knees on the bed.  The cum slowly dripped from her body.  When a nice pool had formed on the bed, I pushed her over and  wallowed her face and hair into the cum.  The blanket was stained with my cum and her tears.

 

She thought I was done but far from it.

 

SUE

The next moments are a blur.  Grabbing me around the neck again he pulled me into my own bedroom where he made me suck his cock while he spanked my ass.

I have no idea how long it had lasted.  He pulled me out of my room and toward the basement stairs.  I wore the blindfold and was afraid of falling.  He guided me down the steps and placed my hands on one of the support poles in the basement where he proceeded to lash my back and ass with his belt.  I had no thought of when it would end.  My mind was blank except for the need to obey.  He slipped in a CD of Huey Lewis singing the Power of Love.  He commanded me to dance while he watched.  Without a single thought, I began to sway to the music.  I noticed for the first time that I was still crying.

 

Master put me on the sofa.  I still trembled when he touched me.   “Count to 100 cunt before you remove that blindfold.  If you don’t, I’ll be back to give you worse than you got.”  I honestly didn’t know if my mind could take it.  I began to count with a sobbing voice.  I heard his steps heading to the upstairs.  I was afraid to quit before 100.

 

MASTER

The slut was stuttering out, “Ooone, … twwwooo…” as I headed for steps.  It was time for the last details of my plan.  As I approached the stairs I took a couple of small weights out of my pocket and tossed them one at a time up the stairs, making it sound as if I was taking a couple of stairs at a time.  I turned back to my naked bitch.  She was battered and swollen but she kept on counting.  I could hear her stuttering out the numbers as the CD kept playing.

As she counted into the thirties, her breathing began to ease but her shaking was still very strong.  As she reached the 60,s the crying stopped and the bitch began to sniff.  When she hit 77, I reached out and tweaked her tit, pinching hard on her nipple.  Immediately the cunt shrieked in terror.  Phase two was about to begin.

 

Next chapter…

The Monday night saga.

 

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