Chapter 1
The community of Brookdale is unique in so far as the normal accepted patterns
of behaviour do not apply. The town has been built up on the basis similar to
that of Stepford (The Stepford Wives novel) but, whereas Stepford was very much
an idea that was concealed from the outside world, Brookdale has evolved so that
outsiders are also aware of the premise that applies to the community.
Brookdale is a town where, except for certain individuals, the majority of the
women are openly subject to a regime dictated by the male population and are
required to comply obediently with any instruction issued by men or, in some
cases, of certain dominant females. The women of the town are under the
strictest of control and are subject to physical punishment at the behest of any
male.
The degree and nature of the control will be revealed as the tale progresses.
James Quentin had been in correspondence via an online relationship with a woman
called Becca Wilson for a period of time and, when she expressed the wish to
explore her submissive nature in a real life situation, he suggested that they
meet at Brookdale. Becca had agreed to the idea and he was now sat in a hotel
bedroom a short distance from the community of Brookdale, his laptop on the
table in front of him as he drafted out a set of instructions that he would
shortly transmit to Becca, so that when he arrived in Brookdale, she would be
ready to commence her real life experiences of submission to his dominant
nature.
The following details appeared upon the screen in front of him:
"Becca,
At noon tomorrow, you will meet me in the post office that I believe is situated
on the Main Street in Brookdale. You will be dressed in a light coloured summer
type dress with a full skirt and short sleeves, the dress will have a high
collar and will fasten from hem to collar with buttons down the front. Your
footwear will comprise white slip on shoes with a small heel. You will be naked
under the dress, wearing no underwear of any sort. You will carry a small black
holdall, which will contain several dresses, two/three skirts that can easily be
raised above your waist, your passport, the keys to your apartment and your car.
When I enter the post office, I will expect you to recognise me from the photo
that I have sent you. You will immediately come over and, in a voice loud
enough to be heard by any of the persons in the post office, I will expect you
to confirm your request for training from me, using a form of words that will
leave no doubt of your position.
Should you fail in any of these tasks, then I shall ignore you and simply end
the relationship."
After closing the message and sending it to Becca Wilson, James set off for his
journey to Brookdale.
Becca Wilson stared at the email from James one last time before standing and
going to her closet. It was one day away; she had already arranged to leave her
job for an extended time. The route to Brookdale was planned, her passport was
ready and sitting next to the small black case she had bought the day before.
Becca had always been very thorough in what ever she did.
The next morning she set out. Inside the black case was now everything she had
been instructed to bring. The small assortment of skirts and dresses were light
fabric and full, they would lift even if she twirled let alone if they were
lifted. Becca was rather proud of herself for her courage and it was this
feeling that kept her moving. As she pulled into Brookdale she wore a thin
cotton dress, pale violet with pastel flowers scattered across it. It buttoned
neatly at her throat and fully down the front to the hem, which ended at mid
calf. She had stood for a few minutes in front of the full-length mirror in her
bedroom and admired her form before her departure. Her nipples had been hard
from arousal and the darker tone of her nubs as well as areola was slightly
visible through the fabric. She wore no bra or panties as instructed and the
light breeze that brushed her legs from the open window of her old car was felt
on her bare sex.
Arriving in Brookdale at 9.0am, James parked his car outside the real estate
office that he had contacted earlier in the preceding week and collected the
keys to a fully furnished property situated some five minutes walk from the Main
Street. He sat in his car and again examined the details of the house. It was
a two storey detached house with the normal ground floor layout of kitchen,
utility room, lounge, dining area and a bathroom, whilst upstairs was an
en-suite master bedroom and two small bedrooms.
Driving the short distance to the house, James parked his Mercedes in the garage
and unlocked the front door. A quick inspection of the interior revealed that
the accommodation was as described, and he carried in two suitcases from the
trunk of his car to the master bedroom, before parking it in the garage. James
unpacked the cases, and changed into a pair of black trousers and an open neck
black shirt. He then decided to explore the full basement playroom area.
However, this was not a children's' playroom, but one fitted out in more exotic
taste. The walls were lined with floor to ceiling closets, the mirror doors
giving an impression of even greater size. The closets contained all manner of
implements for use in the punishment and domination of a human being, including
whips, leather crops, slim canes of willow, lengths of whalebone, wooden and
leather paddles, dildos, cattle prods, enema and surgical instruments etc.
Situated at strategic points in the ceiling and timber floor were short lengths
of chain ending in d clips, the length being controlled by remote controlled
hoists. In addition, there was a height adjustable timber sawhorse, with a
padded leather top, a vertical square metal frame with metal rings secured at
various points around the perimeter and a trolley type metal gynaecological
table set against one of the walls. Also set against one wall was a steel
barred cage, the size of which could be adjusted to suit any requirements by
simply moving the barred sections.
Off to the side of the basement was a fully tiled bathroom area containing a
double shower unit, a large bathtub, a toilet cubicle and a bidet all in
gleaming white enamel that sparkled in the light from the concealed lighting in
the ceiling.
Depending upon one's viewpoint, it would be better described as a dungeon,
rather than a playroom basement. A playroom for those of a dominant nature and
a dungeon for one with a submissive outlook. ~ But this was to be explored
later!! ~ James mused, as he walked out of the house and down the Main Street
towards the post office. It was now just 5 minutes before noon and he wondered
if Becca Wilson had kept her assignation.
Pulling up to a parking space in front of the post office, Becca sat and took
deep breath. She was determined to do this. The emails exchanged had so far
been extremely exciting for her and only cemented what she wanted in her mind.
With the final exchange there had been a surge of excitement, eagerness to live
out, what till now had been a fantasy. Exiting the car, she locked it up and
placed the key chain, which held her apartment keys, into the black case and
headed for the entrance of the post office.
Becca milled around inside the large foyer of the outlet, trying not to seem
nervous. A quick scan had told her that James had not yet arrived. The words
she intended to say were running around in her head so that she would not forget
them. They were planned with the intention to please him, to ensure he would
accept her and give her the training she desired.
As James opened the door of the post office, he heard the soft tinkle of a bell
and saw that there were two male customers in their mid-twenties browsing
through some magazines, and the woman post office clerk who looked to be in her
early fifties was sat behind the metal grille.
The small bell over the door jingled and Becca turned quickly to look at who
ever entered. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as she held the bag in front
of her. The white slip on sandals she had chosen clicked loudly to her ears.
Her long dark hair, loose, fell neatly back into place on her shoulders as her
expectant crystal blue eyes fell to the figure at the door. ~ It's him . . . ~
She thought quickly and almost gasped.
James spotted Becca as she waited for him to acknowledge her presence, her
excited state obvious to his eyes as the thin material of her lilac dress failed
to adequately conceal the stiff nubs of her nipples. He saw the black bag
clutched in her hands before her, as she stood with her back to a display stand
of confectionery, looking towards the door. He saw the expectant expression,
her hair framing her face as the look of recognition appeared in her sparkling
blue eyes.
James's thin lips pursed into a smile in a manner reminiscent of the smile on
the wolf as he greeted Red Riding Hood. ~ So my dear, you have kept to the
arrangement and, from the looks of things, you are eager to commence ~. With a
brief nod of his head, James waited for her to obey his instructions.
Her heart was beating hard in her chest as she saw the smile on his face. Becca
stood a moment longer after his initial nod. She was steeling herself against
the nervous flutters, to do as instructed. Her mouth felt dry and for a split
second her thoughts went blank.
Determination won out over the first shock of seeing him standing there waiting
for her to speak. James looked handsome and powerful, as he was dressed, the
black shirt and pants adding to the feeling he emitted with the smile he had
given her. Slowly, Becca stepped forward until she stood a foot or two from
Robert.
"Good day Sir. I hope I please you with my appearance as you had instructed."
It was off from what she had intended to say but the fact she had broken the
silence kept her lips moving, gaining volume in hopes of pleasing him. Becca's
cheeks were already flaming as she felt eyes on her. "I wish to serve you Sir,
in hopes that you will train me to be one who pleases as you so desire. I am
eager to learn in your possession and offer myself as humbly as possible for
whatever you wish." Her eyes were wide, holding his gaze until she caught
herself and lowered it while keeping her head high. Becca was fighting to keep
control of herself, her breasts felt as if they were swelling with every breath
she took. She had not anticipated such arousal at
uttering what had originally seemed like simple phrases, especially in front of
others.
With her gaze still lowered she darted her eyes from side to side, witnessing
the way she was being observed by the other people present. Becca stole a
furtive glance up to the man she hoped to call Master. "It is my deepest desire
to please you." she said, her voice softer than before but still seeming to echo
loudly in her ears around the post office. She was looking for reward for her
efforts and quickly looked back at the floor just in front of James's feet, a
slight grin playing around her lips in anticipation.
On hearing Becca's words, James stood looking intently into her eyes and, in an
even voice that gave no hint of the import of his words, he said in a voice able
to be heard by the interested onlookers.
"I will now test whether the sentiments just expressed by your words, can be
translated into a willingness to obey every instruction to the letter and
without delay. Becca, I wish you to clasp your hands behind your neck, making
sure that you thrust out your breasts so that all present in this store can see
your nipples pressing out
through the thin material of your dress. You will then repeat the request that
you have just made, only this time you will say it whilst on your knees before
me. In addition, I shall expect you to use the most graphic terminology of what
you are offering, so that
there is no doubt in your mind nor any listener's ears, that you are indeed
begging to become my slave-in-training."
James stood waiting for Becca's reaction to his demand that she debase herself
in front of complete strangers.
Becca stared at James as he gave her further instructions, her eyes widening
slightly. At the same moment as she felt her embarrassment at just the idea
grow, she felt her arousal move to a new level. She hesitated as her eyes once
again darted around the post office. The looks she felt were obvious curiosity
but Becca felt it was not exactly surprised curiosity.
Swallowing hard, Becca lowered her bag to the floor and straightened as she
brought her hands to the back of her neck under her hair. Her eyes lowered as
she brought herself carefully to her knees, closer to James's feet. Her lips
parted slightly as she moved, her chest heaving, straining at the confines of
her dress. The fabric rubbed at her nipples as they protruded eagerly through
the light material. With her back arching, Becca pulled the words from her now
dry throat.
"Sir, I kneel before you with the desire to do all that you want with me and my
body . . . My need to be trained as a slave in your possession is strong. . ."
It was hard for Becca to find graphic words to use but her eagerness to please
him was already strong and pushed her on. "Every hole in my body waits to be
yours, to be entered and taken, used for your pleasure alone. My throat craves
to feel the circle of your collar. My back aches to be lashed for your
enjoyment or to feel your just punishments." Becca's eyes stared intently at
the floor in front of James's feet. Her voice came strong, more so than she'd
ever thought, especially with others watching.
Becca's hands remained tightly interlocked under her hair and she could feel the
heat radiating from her skin there. Still not raising her eyes she spoke again,
only softer this time. "I have much to learn, Sir. But I hope you will choose
to accept my offer to serve you." Becca only waited then, eager to hear if she
pleased him, again looking for some reward for her efforts.
James listened to Becca's litany of submissive desires from her kneeling
position and, after smiling at the other patrons of the post office, he
instructed her to rise.
"Your words expressing the wish to please me meet with my approval and I can see
from your actions that you have an inherent wish to explore the side of your
character that you have previously hidden from view." James's eyes travelled to
where they viewed Becca's obvious excited state as evidenced by her erect nubs
pressing against the thin fabric of her dress. ~ does she also display such
arousal in that secret place between her legs? ~ he pondered.
"This may be a convenient opportunity for you to sign the contract that I have
prepared for you and then you may request that it be witnessed by the these kind
people." James said, as he removed the document from the pocket of his shirt.
He handed the contract to Becca and, as he did with a wry smile crossing his
sallow features, he said. "Oh, you may as well read the contents out to our
fellow customers and staff so that they are fully aware of what the nature of
the conditions are that you are agreeing to. Make sure that you speak clearly
and with sincerity."
The white sheets of paper contained the following words:
'I, Becca Wilson, who will henceforth in this document be referred to as slave,
being of sound body and mind, do hereby submit my complete self to become a
slave in the full care and control of James Quentin who henceforth in this
document will be referred to as Master.
It is accepted that I will abide by the following conditions, that may be
amended or altered at will by Master, in the full realisation that i will retain
no rights to refuse any order or instruction from Master or anyone he appoints
to act on his behalf.
CONDITIONS
1. i will serve, obey and please James Quentin whom I will always address as
Master.
2 i will always refer to myself, Becca Wilson as slave for I am nothing more
than an object, an instrument to be used by my Master for his pleasures.
3. my body and mind is the property of my Master.
4. i must be specific in my speech.
5 i will thank my Master for the discipline and punishments i receive,
specifying what i received and expressing the reason as to why i was given them.
6 my Master's desires must always be at the forefront of all my thoughts.
7 my eyes must be cast down in the presence of my Master.
8 my basic attire in private before my Master shall consist of only my collar
9 All clothing worn with permission of my Master will allow easy access to my
pussy, ass and breasts. The clothing will emphasize my assets.
10. i must remove my clothing in a way that demonstrates my complete submission
to my Master. - regardless of who may be present and despite where it is i am.
When i remove clothing from my body it must be folded neatly.
1. It will be my responsibility to carry out all normal chores including
cooking, washing, ironing and house cleaning.
12. i want my submission to my Master to feel natural and will work towards this
end with a continued effort to enforce this growing feeling inside of me.
13. i will always be ready to please my Master.
14. i must never reach orgasm without explicit permission from my Master.
Failure to receive properly asked for or received permission and i will endure
the punishment Master will put upon me
15. i will endure whatever pain my Master gives me when he disciplines or
punishes me so i can become a better slave for Him.
16. i am allowed to suggest ways to further my training or use of me as long as
i address my Master properly first.
17 i must always respond fully both physically and verbally to whatever my
Master does with me. Expressions are important to Him.
18. If i am wearing a dress or skirt and no panties and i am going to sit down -
i must sit on my bare skin - and do so gracefully whether i am in private or in
public.
19. i must never tighten my body when it is being whipped, caned, cropped,
slapped, paddled, belted, strapped, spanked, whipped, or anally or vaginally
used. My Master likes it when my flesh jiggles.
Signed .......................................
Becca Wilson
Witnessed...........................................................
Witnessed............................................................'
As James stood waiting for Becca to obey his instruction and commence reading
the contract out to the gathered people, he ordered the girl to return to her
knees.
"It will reinforce your feeling of submission to me if the requirements of the
contract are read out, with your body in a position more in keeping with your
new status in life."
~ This is how to commence a relationship with a new slave, first the verbal and
mental displays of submission, and then move onto the physical and more obvious
signs of her subjugation. ~
CHAPTER TWO
Becca's thoughts when she stood as James told her to and glanced up to see his
eyes travelling over her chest then lower caused her to almost moan as she
realised that he had brought the Contract with him. They had spoken of it
briefly in email, but only as she began to express herself more to him. Now, as
she lowered her hands from the back of her neck she took the sheets of paper and
bit at her lip. This was the final step; she knew it keenly and felt a surge
within her body, a mixture of fear and pure arousal in one. The feelings fed on
each other and she glanced up at James then around at the others present, as
some stepped even closer to hear the conditions she would agree and sign to.
Becca had been unwittingly scanning the document, but pulled her eyes from it
quickly as James uttered his command to kneel again. Without another thought
she lowered herself to her knees at his feet once more. She felt her mind move
even more out of the fantasy she had been dreaming about for so long into the
reality of the present.
Clearing her throat, Becca began to read the contract out loud. Her voice was
steadier than she would have ever imagined and knew, then, she was making the
right (and last, free) decision. She accepted the decision completely.
The contents of the Contract as she spoke them aloud before the customers in the
post office continued to cement how deeply she wished to become a slave to
James. She remained curious as to how her life would proceed from this point on
and began to read faster, her voice full of emotion as each condition brought
her closer to the inevitable end of the agreement and her future.
"i, Becca Wilson, who will henceforth in this document be referred to as slave,
being of sound body and mind, do hereby submit my complete self to become a
slave in the full care and control of James Quentin who henceforth in this
document will be referred to as Master.
It is accepted that i will abide by the following conditions, that may be
amended or altered at will by Master, in the full realisation that i will retain
no rights to refuse any order or instruction from Master or anyone he appoints
to act on his behalf."
Becca then repeated the exact wording of the 19 Conditions of the Slave
Contract.
Once finished, Becca nodded and looked up to James, her eyes revealing how the
Contract had affected her.
James listened to Becca's litany of submissive desires from her kneeling
position and, after smiling at the other patrons of the post office who had
watched and listened with interest her recital of the Contract terms, he
instructed her to sign the document whilst still kneeling on the hard floor
surface.
A pen appeared before her eyes, one of the male customers offering it to her.
Her hand shook as she took it from the man, her eyes lowering properly as a
small smile played about her lips. Leaning down to the floor, she finally
signed the contract, giving herself wholly over to her Master and handed James
the paper, which he placed in a pocket of his trousers.
"Now that the written formalities have been completed," James said, "We will
attend to the more physical ones." He moved over to a display stand at the rear
of the post office and began to examine several leather collars that, to a
casual observer may have looked like collars for household pets, but James knew
they were actually designed for human pets. Taking a one inch wide plain black
leather collar from the display, James went back to the kneeling figure of Becca
and bent down and fastened it around her smooth neck, the buckle fastening at
the back and concealed by her hair.
"You may stand and accompany me to the house that I have obtained for use during
our stay."
James opened the door and motioned Becca to precede him from the shop. Was this
an example of oldie world charm and courtesy? NO, No.. By no means!! James
simply wished to admire the sway of Becca's hips as she walked before him along
the street, imagining those self same hips, squirming and writhing as they felt
the cut of
the cane and whip. Such were the joys of anticipation!!!!
As James and Becca walked along the street to the house, James could not help
noticing how other residents of Brookdale reacted to the couple. Becca, with
her nipples showing erect through her dress and displaying that ancient symbol
of slavery, a collar around her neck, whilst James, walked behind with a smile
playing about his lips as he enjoyed the sight of the good looking woman walking
in front of him.
As they neared the house, they approached another resident of Brookdale who was
walking towards them. This was a woman in her early forties, about 5 feet 10
inches tall and about 250 lbs. Her rather weighty figure strained at the
strategic points of her bust, her waist and her hips, the long black dress she
wore. The dress was sleeveless and her flabby upper arms were apparent and
indicated a general condition of obesity. Her features were hard and
uncompromising, and her black hair mirrored the deep black of her eyes, as she
carefully examined Becca.
"I shall look forward to seeing more of this fine young thing, when she has
become more accustomed to the ways and customs of Brookdale."
The woman addressed James, who was somewhat taken aback by her rather direct
manner. He then realised that she was one of the ladies from the real estate
office from where he had rented the house. Obviously she was aware of the
facilities of the basement playroom, and therefore realised that the girl
accompanying James would soon be making a more intimate acquaintance with those
same facilities.
James laughed as he recovered his composure. "Yes, why yes she will soon become
well used to the particular idiosyncrasies of the community of Brookdale.
Perhaps in a week or two, after we have settled in, you may care to visit me
when you can see for yourself how my new slave, Becca has settled."
"I will look forward to that visit with pleasure," replied the woman. "And I
trust that she will appreciate that the pain that now awaits her is simply a
tool that will be used to allow her to take her rightful place in the
community." The woman walked on, leaving James and Becca to continue their
short journey to the outskirts of the town.
This brief encounter served to indicate to Becca, however briefly, the unique
nature of the township of Brookdale. She would soon discover that the local
byelaws of the community of Brookdale were completely different to any that she
had ever encountered. As she would soon realise, Domination and submission were
the two principles by which the town operated.
Watching Becca's reaction to his conversation with the woman from the real
estate office, and her obvious signs of consternation at the content of the
discussion, James was delighted to see the effect of the words on her psyche and
the sway of her hips as she continued to the environs of the house.
When the couple arrived at the house, James opened the front door but, before
Becca could make any attempt to enter, James gave her further instructions.
"Before you enter the house, and at all times in the future, you will strip
completely naked and you will never cross the threshold clothed or standing, but
you will always make sure that you enter on your knees, naked for all to see.
On entering you may rise, but you will remain naked whilst in the house, unless
I require you to wear certain apparel, in which case you will instructed
accordingly."
James was most exact in his preliminary orders, as he did not wish Becca to be
in any doubt regarding the strict regime to which her life would now be
subjected. ~ Submission she craved and submission would be ensured. ~
"You may now proceed." James said as he stood to one side to wait while Becca
obeyed his instruction.
"Yes Master, I understand," she replied quickly and darted her eyes towards the
street for any sign of neighbours.
Placing her bag on the ground, Becca lifted her hands to the buttons at her
throat, unfastening them. Her fingers shook, making the endeavour more
difficult than it should have been but Becca was smiling slightly. Her eyes
remained lowered as she did as he instructed, despite the smile her expression
was decidedly nervous.
Becca revealed her body slowly as she unfastened her dress to the hem. She
paused for a moment and glanced up at James, before finally slipping the light
fabric off of her shoulders and collecting it in her hands.
James noticed Becca's initial glance around on hearing his order to strip naked
and he made a mental note concerning the brief delay. "That will require some
penalty later." James mused.
Becca stood for a moment before him. Naked apart from her collar for the first
time in front of him, she was in total awe of James, the way he spoke, and the
thoroughness of the contract she had signed. "So many rules, so much to
remember." She thought in the moment she took to catch her breath. Becca could
only imagine what it would be like as his slave, the taste she had so far was
just that, a taste.
Lowering herself to her knees, Becca took her bag and dress then carefully made
her way over the threshold and into her new home. Once inside she laid her bag
down with her dress on top, but remained on her knees. The blush that had
covered her cheeks was clearly visible flushing her throat and upper chest; it
revealed more of her mood than embarrassment alone. To show her eagerness to
please him, Becca clasped her hands behind her neck, thrusting her chest forward
as she waited for him to follow her inside.
As Becca removed her clothing, James noted the nervousness that showed as she
fumbled with the buttons of her dress, but slowly the dress parted allowing
James very brief glimpses. The inner slopes of her breasts, the slightly convex
shape of her lower belly and the soft swell of her pubic mound with its
covering, concealing the core of Becca's being. He allowed his eyes to express
his delight, as he watched her quietly remove the dress revealing her naked
flesh for his gaze, and he took in the soft sweet shape of her body, as she
stood naked and available before his tall, well-built figure.
As Becca dropped to her knees to cross the threshold of the house and then
remained kneeling, her breasts thrusting due to the positioning of her hands
behind her neck, James was aware that she was voluntarily displaying herself to
him in the accepted manner of a slave. He saw her blushes as a sign of her
discomfort, not realising that her reaction maybe one of anticipation.
James quietly contemplated the pleasure that he would extract from her decent
into total submission to his requirements. The woman seemed to be excited by the
events and her forthcoming trials.
"Stand, slave." James ordered. He gazed down at her fair cheeks that were
suffused with her blushes and into her almond shaped blue eyes and, reached out
to cup Becca's right breast globe in his left hand and kneaded the soft mound
with his strong fingers, eventually taking a grip of the stiff nubbin of her
nipple between his thumb and index finger. Squeezing tightly, James pulled the
breast towards him and upwards, and he watched as the pain of the pressure on
her nipple caused Becca's mouth to open slightly as a low moan escaped her lips.
Becca met James's eyes as ordered, blushing brighter and fighting a shy smile as
he bent down. A wave of desire swept through her as his hand took her breast.
A soft moan purred from her lips as she thrust her chest towards his touch more.
Her
senses became focused as James's strong finger and thumb closed down, vice like
in her mind, on her erect nipple. It was a bright sting that only worsened as
his lifted the weight of her breast. Becca bit her bottom lip hard to hold in
the sound of complaint she almost made.
Still gripping her nipple, James's right hand moved to caress the displayed
nakedness of Becca's torso from the side of her chest, down along the soft curve
of her waist until his fingers spread to take a firm hold of the under-slope of
her left buttock cheek, revelling in the feeling of the power to subject the
nude girl displayed before him to his dominant desires.
Becca's eyes closed and she tried to turn her attention to the feeling of his
other hand as it trailed down her side. His hand took hold of her backside and
again she felt the strength within him. Becca could keep silent no more, as a
gentle series of nervous whimpers escaped her as she took in the scope of his
presence and contact. Her eyes remained closed, a slight frown on her face as
she dealt with the light stinging mingled with her excitement. None of her few
and far between
boyfriends had ever brought out so many different feelings as James had been
able to with only these few touches.
"I wish to see more of my new slave in all her nude glory." James said. "Turn
around and let me see if the rear view is equally as exciting as the front."
"Yes Master." she gasped as he spoke. Her nipple still stung slightly, as she
looked up into his gaze. Becca held her hands at the back of her neck, finding
it a convenience as otherwise she wouldn't have known what to do with her hands.
Her chest rose and fell more quickly as the sensations left behind from his
hands continued through her.
Becca was more than aware of her nudity as her bare feet pivoted on the floor to
turn her body. She could feel the imprint of his fingers left behind on her
backside. Her nipple throbbed and vaguely she wondered just how much James
enjoyed giving the pain he and the woman on the street had spoken of. Now as
she stood with her back to him, she felt the almost comforting touch of the
collar under her fingers as she remained still for his examination.
"I am a slave, I have done this willingly and my choices are not mine to make
anymore." She thought with short sigh.
Still she was nervous, the knowledge of her new status did not take that away.
Becca had concerns that she would not satisfy her Master, that she would not be
able to continue, once her real training began. The fears compounded in her
mind and reflected in her face, while her back was to him.
Becca had read many things on the Internet of women, and men alike, who had
given up absolute control to their Master or Mistress. She had just done the
same. Still there was hesitation even with her desire and quickly moistening
sex. All she had read had been in theory in her mind and though it strengthened
her resolve for what she had decided, Becca was still unsure. "How long will .
. .?" she began but trailed out as her voice failed. He had already said "a
week or two . . ." to the woman on the street, but Becca knew that was for her
initial adjustment to her new life. That thought summed it up: 'new life.'
The contract had not mentioned any time limit, but only spoke in absolute terms
of how she was to be under his control.
"Master, do I please you so far?" She finally asked softly, in need of some
sort of reassurance from James that she was doing well.
Ignoring the woman's entreaty, James examined the smooth flesh of Becca's back
and buttocks presented before his eyes. He decided that this was an ideal time
to acquaint her with some initial early requirements concerning positions she
would be expected to adopt in the future.
"Turn around and listen to my instructions. When you hear the word `present 1'
you will stand, hands clasped at the nape of your neck elbows well back so that
those sweet tits are thrust forwards. Your feet will be 18 inches apart,
allowing easy access to your cunt.
For `present 2' you will maintain the spread stance, but this time your fingers
will hold the lips of your sex wide, so that the inner lips are well exposed.
`Present 3' will require you to bend forward at the waist and, this time use
your fingers to pull apart your buttocks to expose your anus."
After a short pause to allow these words to sink in, James continued. "There
will be many other positions that you need to memorise, but one that comes to
mind is the one you will learn to adopt in response to the words `display 1'.
This will require you to kneel upright, with your knees 12 inches apart,
buttocks raised 3 inches above your heels, hands clasped as for the `present 1'
position. Use of `display 2' will expect to find you kneeling as before, but
your fingers again holding your cunt lips wide. Use of the instruction `display
3' will demand that you bend forward so that your forehead touches the ground
and then, using your fingers, to pull open the cheeks of your bottom to expose
your anal opening."
James watched Becca carefully, as he waited to see if there was any reaction to
the words that were instructing her to show her body in such demeaning and
obscene poses.
Becca turned one her feet again to face James and looked up into his eyes as he
spoke. As he described the first position, Becca straightened her back and
pushed her elbows back. A light smile curled about her lips as his words
indicated to her that he liked her breasts. She positioned her feet apart more
and continued listening. Silently she was wishing that as time passed she would
stop being so affected by her position. She
could feel the blush still burning her cheeks. Then as he described how she
would spread herself, Becca could not help but lower her eyes shyly.
Becca was imagining herself taking the positions James described and could not
look up at him anymore. She was unconsciously chewing on her bottom lip. She
didn't know how she would be able to bring herself to spread her most private
openings for display of any kind. Keeping her legs spread was one thing; she
was already doing it willingly without instruction.
"Many other positions." She thought and again wondered how well she would do
under his control. Yet it was all-thrilling, her heart pounded in her chest as
her imagination began to hypothesize what positions she would be made to take.
Then there were the possible positions of her body while bound. Becca was
growing more excited as her nervousness grew. Her mind worked quickly and the
small smile returned.
"Master, do I please you?" She asked again more softly than before, glancing up
and looking into his eyes again. Her voice had changed, growing husky. Becca
attempted to clear her throat. "What will it be like, to be a slave? . .
." She asked. "Why does a slave have to take positions like these?" There were
many questions circling in her mind but for the moment it was only these that
she posed.
Listening to Becca's nervous voice requesting reassurance that her Master found
her naked body pleasing to his eye, James did not reply at once but allowed a
short period to elapse.
The revealing photos that Becca had sent him via the Internet had demonstrated
that Becca was the possessor of an excellent figure, surmounted by a pretty
face. James welcomed the fact that she was a relatively tall individual, at 5
feet 9 inches weighing some 130lbs.
Becca's chestnut brown hair rested soft curls on her smooth white shoulders and
framed a fair complexion complemented by bright blue eyes with a slightly snub
nose above full lips. She had a slim-waist at 26 inches, with long legs
supporting her 35-inch hips. Her breasts were well shaped, the nipples
upstanding and James was happy to see that she had told the truth when she had
described herself as a size 37b bra, although she would not be wearing one of
these very often.
"Maybe, she'll think that I am having second thoughts about undertaking her
training." He thought, delighted in the idea of playing with Becca's emotions
as much as he looked forward to playing with her body.
The short period of silence from her Master felt like an eternity to Becca. Her
chest heaved as a twinge of fear that he would not like her entered her mind.
Then his voice, rich and smooth filled her ears.
"In answer to your first question, girl," replied James. "I consider the nude
canvass placed before me to be most acceptable and very adequate for my purpose.
It remains to be discovered if the beauty displayed, is complimented by a
willingness to learn and obey, without question, the orders of a Master."
At this juncture, James reached out and softly traced the fingers of his right
hand down the smooth surface of Becca's flushed left cheek, his light touch
moving down to her neck, pausing to rest against the blushing skin and to feel
the pulse of her beating heart.
Becca smiled shyly and lowered her eyes again as his hand rose to touch her
cheek. The fingers left an electric tingling in their wake; Becca was almost
breathless by the time they came to rest on her neck. Her heart was beating
quickly with her excitement from these additional touches from James's hand.
"As for your other questions, you have already commenced the journey of
discovery of what it will be like to be a slave. The fact that you have openly
and without duress, signed the contract in front of witnesses, has demonstrated
your desire to undertake the voyage of submission. The Contract contained many
Conditions and the following days, weeks and even years will reveal the full
import of what being a slave will entail. You will be subject to many rituals
and regimes that will force your mind, as well as your body to accept and
understand the true nature of slavery."
"Thank you Master." She said, attempting to strength her voice.
Removing his hand from Becca's neck, James stepped back slightly and, watched to
see any reaction from her downcast expression.
It was true, the journey was commenced, but Becca felt it had really been begun
upon her agreement to come to Brookdale. The signing had only made it official.
In her mind, Becca recalled as many of the conditions described in the Contract.
She was
ready to be moulded by James into the slave he desired, eager to please but so
afraid she would fail him.
James continued. "The positions that you will be instructed to adopt are to
assist your acceptance that, as a slave, you are permitted no opportunity of
refusal or disobedience for that will surely lead to severe and painful
punishment. You may, at this stage, consider the positions that I have already
acquainted you with to be embarrassing and humiliating.
How would you react to be ordered to use your fingers to masturbate in front of
a room full of people and, on completion of your orgasm be required to lick
clean your fingers? This will be an act that you will be expected to undertake
without delay, if so instructed. In addition to obeying the instructions of
`present' and `display' you will be expected to express, in your own words, what
you are offering to your Master or anyone else that is present." James
instructed Becca.
"As a rehearsal of my requirements, I now order you to `present' in positions
1,2 & 3 and to `display' in positions 1,2 & 3, and to make sure that you provide
a vocal explanation of the offerings." James ordered.
CHAPTER THREE
The positions she had already heard about were embarrassing, but the idea of
ever being ordered to masturbate in front of others was mortifying. It only
reminded her that there were no doubt many things that James would demand that
will humiliate her and remind her of her lower position. Becca's eyes were
wide, her mouth dropping open slightly showing her shock at doing such a thing.
Quickly she closed her lips, as she did not want to appear doubtful of what she
herself had been seeking. Becca fought to keep her eyes lowered, as she was
required to.
When she heard the further instructions from James, Becca responded.
"Yes Master, understood." Becca swallowed hard and straightened her body where
she stood. Her back arched a little more as she pushed her elbows back, out far
on either side of her head.
"Your slave presents her body for your pleasure Master." She murmured, hoping
she understood one of the conditions she could remember from the Contract
correctly. Before any more hesitation, Becca unclasped her hands and reached
between her legs, spreading her glistening labia apart. The wetness was obvious,
and she knew James would see just how aroused she was already. "Your slave
presents her sex to you Master, for your pleasure."
Becca kept her eyes lowered, it was easier to keep moving that way and she
succeeded in turning her back to his gaze. Bending forward, her legs still
spread, Becca reached behind her and spread her buttocks to expose the tiny
rosebud nestled between her cheeks. Her voice shook more as she made her
declaration.
"Your slave presents her ass for you Master." Before she straightened and
turned back to face him. Her lips were parted slightly now as she enjoyed the
way she felt as she assumed the ordered positions.
Kneeling now, Becca sighed a silent moan and spread her knees to what appeared
about a foot apart, her hands returning to the back of her neck. Her legs
trembled to hold her bottom up above her heels, but she had no idea how high she
held it. Again her chest was pushed forward, her nipples almost painfully hard
now.
"Your slave displays her body for you Master." It was coming easier for her
now, every move more fluid as she lowered her hands to spread her sex wide
again. Becca did not attempt to stop the soft moan that now escaped her lips as
she felt the hot wetness again. "Your slave displays her sex for you Master."
She murmured.
Showing her eagerness, Becca almost rushed to turn on her knees away from James,
before leaning her head down to the floor. Her hands reach behind her again and
grasp her cheeks to spread and reveal her anus once more. "Your slave displays
her ass for you Master." Her eyes were closed behind the cloak of her hair, her
words moaned out.
The order completed, Becca rose to kneeling again and turned back to James.
Facing him, she clasped her hands to the back of her neck and looked up at her
Master. Her expression expectant and curious as to what he would order next and
seeking any
indication as to whether or not she had done the positions properly.
James watched Becca `present' and `display' as he had ordered with a tremendous
feeling of pleasure coursing through his veins. To see and hear a naked woman
offer him her intimate charms for his indulgence gave him a unique status. He
saw how she made sure that her elbows pushed back forcing her breasts upwards,
the nubs hard and stiff as if begging to be caressed; the willingness she showed
in pulling her sex lips apart, displaying the slickness within; the neat brown
indent of her ass as she pulled wide her buttocks. These actions all
demonstrated obedience to his wishes that he had scarcely expected at such an
early stage.
Becca's complete compliance with James's orders produced a feeling of pleasant
anticipation of the future course of his developing relationship with her.
~ As in the in the words of the song from the musical My Fair Lady, `I think
she's got it.' However, it would not be wise at this stage to reveal his
thoughts to the girl. ~
With a slight nod, James indicated to Becca that her efforts were acceptable.
"You appear to be able to obey the simple orders and that bodes well for your
future training. However, I would remind you that you are still at an early
stage of your submission, and tasks will become much more demanding on your
senses and emotions, as your period of learning grows." James informed the
kneeling girl.
"Stand." James instructed Becca. "Follow me, whilst I will give you a brief
tour of the house and acquaint you with the various facilities. However, before
we progress, these need to be fitted on your wrists and ankles." He showed Becca
a set of four leather bracelets, about 3 inches wide with a number of steel
rings set in the soft leather surface.
Becca was near breathless by the time she saw the nod, as slight as it was. Her
heart soared as his initial words gave her confidence she had please him.
"Thank you Master. Understood." she murmured and lowered her eyes. Becca tried
again to imagine just what her training would entail.
Becca stood as instructed, keeping her hands clasped to the back of her neck.
She swallowed hard as she saw James with the leather bracelets and stood for a
moment, looking at them in his hands. The leather was soft and supple, but
strong. The rings were cold and hard.
"Lower your hands, girl." James ordered and as Becca obeyed, he fastened the
bracelets to her slim wrists. James then instructed Becca to lie on her back on
the floor, her legs raised with knees parted, so that he could fit the ankle
restraints.
Becca obeyed and felt the cold hard floor surface on her buttocks and back as
she raised and spread her legs, revealing that most intimate of nooks that was
now available at all times for any use that James desired. Motioning Becca to
rise, James then led the way into the kitchen and showed Becca the fully stocked
freezer and fridge and the adequately filled cupboards. He then proceeded to
move upstairs to enable Becca to see the master bedroom.
"This is where I, as your Master will normally sleep and I may, on occasions
allow you to keep me warm in the bed. However, you will normally be kept in a
place that is far less comfortable to these surroundings and, as I take you to
see it, you should remember that you will be called upon many times to make the
journey to and fro between here and your own place of rest." James removed the
signed Contract from his pocket and deposited it in a safe set into the floor of
one of the bedroom closets.
Becca had observed the house carefully as he led her through, taking in the
layout as much as the luxury of the furnishings. The master bedroom and large
bed was looked upon with eager eyes, then with disappointment as James informed
her she would not be spending as much time as she first thought with him in his
room.
James then moved back down to the ground floor and thence into the basement
playroom. Becca remained silent as he led her back down the stairs then deeper
to the basement and "her" area of the house.
He showed Becca the walls that were lined with floor to ceiling closets, the
mirror doors giving access to all manner of implements for use in the punishment
and domination of a human being, including whips, leather crops, slim canes of
willow, lengths of whalebone, wooden and leather paddles, metal clamps, dildos,
cattle prods, enema and surgical instruments etc.
James demonstrated to Becca short lengths of chain ending in 'd' clips, the
length being controlled by remote controlled hoists, the height adjustable
timber sawhorse, a whipping block with a padded leather top and a vertical
square metal frame with metal rings secured at various points around the
perimeter, whilst a trolley type metal gynaecological table was set against one
of the walls alongside a metal framed torture rack.
"This will be your new home and the place in which you will spend many hours as
your training is undertaken. I was going to say `many happy hours' but that
will be reserved for me, your Master. You, on the other-hand, may find that the
hours you spend down here will not be so happy!!!" James allowed himself to
laugh at his cynical humour.
Her blue eyes widened as she took in the playroom. Her naked form reflected
back everywhere she turned. For the first time, Becca saw herself wearing her
collar and now the leather cuffs. As if she could not turn away, she found
herself gazing at the assorted implements of pain and pleasure James showed her.
Her fascination as well as fear grew with every object she saw.
Once he spoke of her "new home", Becca looked to him with her continuing wide
gaze. The words and finally his laugh sent a chill up her spine and, for the
first time since meeting James online, she truly hesitated. The Conditions of
the Contract she had signed came back to her, completely as she stood, trembling
slight. Her body like an over-charged battery, throbbing for a release of pent
of electricity. One Condition stood out more than the others at the moment: my
body and mind is the property of my Master. To Becca that meant her hesitance
was fruitless, she had agreed to every Condition willingly, eagerly even. In
the face of his cynical remarks, this point was proven. She was his to do with
as he saw fit.
Instructing Becca to adopt 'Present 1' position, James walked over to a table on
which was placed a metal tray and a previously prepared hypodermic syringe. The
moment the instruction came, Becca quickly clasped her hands to the back of her
neck and spread her feet apart. Her chest was thrust out as she arched her
back, again wincing for the pain caused by tensing her muscles.
Returning to where Becca was waiting, James swabbed the side of her left buttock
with an antiseptic wipe and inserted the needle injecting her with the content
of the syringe.
Becca watched James as he walked to the table then gasped as he returned with
the syringe. Becca didn't know what to do and was concerned as to why he would
inject her with something. There was no chance for her to ask her Master any
questions, he spoke and she knew to remain silent.
As he was carrying out the procedure, James proceeded to explain to Becca the
nature of the injection.
"The content of the syringe is a chemical formula that has been designed
specifically for use with slaves. It restricts their actions so that, whilst
they may want to cause their Masters and trainers harm, their bodies would not
be able to comply with their wishes. In addition, it increases the slave's pain
limit and stamina but more importantly, it enables the body to recover quickly,
so much so that a recovery period of one hour is the equivalent of 96 normal
hours. So you will see that a Master may enjoy slicing a whip across a slave's
flesh, with the knowledge that she will recover very quickly and be available
again for more torments."
Without waiting for the import of his words to be appreciated by Becca, James
continued. "You will find that after a short rest, your flesh recovers so that
no marks will mar the whiteness of your skin and I will be able to give you
another caning of equal severity."
The injection was quick and painless. It distracted her from some of what James
told her but only slightly. The contents of the needle were a surprise to
Becca. Sort of shocking her into awed silence
James continued. "I find that when I am training a slave, I prefer to do so
unencumbered with clothing and you may now undress me so that we may proceed
with your training. He stood close before the naked figure of Becca, waiting for
her to obey.
"You will commence the task, whilst kneeling and you may start by removing my
shoes, followed by trousers and under shorts and then the shirt." James
instructed Becca.
Becca's chest heaved fully, repeatedly as he instructed her further. On one
hand she was absolutely terrified of just what would come of her as she was
trained as his slave. On the other she was fully aroused at the entire concept.
No more would she
have to make choices unless her Master gave them to her. It enabled her to
revel in the frightened excitement, her eyes closing part way finally as she
once more lowered her eyes as he stood bare inches from her. Vaguely she
wondered if he could feel the heat of her continuing blush, it felt, to her,
that it covered her body now and she glanced to one of the mirrors to see if she
was glowing.
"Yes Master, your slave is honoured to undress you." Becca could scarcely
believe the words were her own. But it was the truth; she wished to see his
body. The clothes he still wore moulded his form pleasantly; her eyes were
already imagining the skin and muscles beneath. Almost gingerly, Becca lowered
herself to her knees before James and began to remove his shoes and socks. On a
whim and full of the same nervous pleasure, she bent low and kissed the top of
each of his now bare feet.
Now, sitting back on her knees, she reached and with shaking fingers unfastened
his trousers. As Becca slid the zipper down she knowingly traced her fingers
over his still concealed manhood, almost moaning as she breathed, then slipped
the pants off of his hips. She was face-to-face with his groin and felt,
keenly, the proximity to the power beneath the thin material remaining. Her
eyes did not turn away from the bulge as she laid his pants carefully folded to
one side. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his under pants and slowly
pulled them down. She only stared for a moment, her hands repeating the same
gesture of dropping his underwear to one side on his trousers.
Kneeling up high on her knees, Becca reached up and unbuttoned his black top and
pushed it back off his shoulders. As she did so, the tips of her breasts
brushed lightly against the hair of his thighs, the nipples stiffening at the
stimulation. Her fingertips trailed over his skin, enjoying these first contacts
she was allowed to receive. The shirt was added to the pile beside James's
feet.
Becca then sat back on her heels and laid her hand on her thighs. This time she
did not look up into James's face, only kept her eyes lowered. Her heart was
beating just as quickly as ever as she awaited the beginning of her training.
The mixture of feelings played over her face and unconsciously she began to
wring her hands.
James enjoyed the feel of Becca's soft fingers on his body as she removed his
clothing and the frisson of excitement that travelled from his skin to his brain
as he felt her breast nubs graze his thighs increased the anticipation of future
actions. After Becca had completed her task of undressing him, James stood naked
and unashamed, his broad shoulders, deep chest, slim waist and muscular thighs
displaying the evidence of a man who kept himself in good physical shape.
James was aware that Becca was somewhat inexperienced in her relationships, a
fact that she had disclosed to him during their on-line correspondence and he
had initially thought that it would be sometime later that he would issue his
next instruction.
However, James observed her action of wringing her hands and this appeared to
express an anxiety in her manner that he felt must be eradicated before too
long.
~ She must learn to welcome my orders and obey them in a way that demonstrates
her complete and utter devotion to my desires ~
"You appear somewhat anxious about your future role in our relationship, girl."
James commented to the kneeling Becca. "Does the simple task of undressing your
Master cause problems? If so, then my future instructions will undoubtedly
create additional burdens on your submission."
~ A pity, for she has coped fairly well up to now, demonstrating her willingness
in front of strangers. Still, let us see how she responds to the next step. ~
Becca looked up quickly then down at her hands and in a hurry put them up behind
her neck to keep from displaying the nervous habit any longer. "It is so new,
that's all, Master. I suppose I didn't think things would happen so quickly."
She murmured. Becca wasn't quite sure how to express what she was thinking, but
she felt it would be a challenge to learn what was required as orders were
given.
"What did her future hold?" Becca again recalled the words of instruction given
by James in the post office in front of all those customers, and also the
comments of the woman they met in the street. Her original hope, that this
journey of submission into slavery with James would be a private and intimate
exploration, seemed to be dashed by his open display of her inner desires in
front of strangers. She was to discover that this was only a prelude to what
was in store for her, as she was trained in the ways of Brookdale.