Part 3 Keeping a Slut (She Belongs to You)

spend time with your new pet, as you would with any new creature fully under your control. Give treats when she is good, be swift to punish, and issue praise when new habits are learned. Make certain to mark her as yours in case she ever gets lost.

The cuff around her wrist no longer chaffed. He’d loosened it enough for there to be play around her tender skin, and he had even wrapped a soft bandage around it to keep it unmarred.  After some time, He began allowing the cuff to come off, until the only time she wore it was when He came to put her to bed. With no windows in her room, time was unmeasurable; only the comings and goings of her Sir kept her from going mad. Oh, in the beginning she’d railed and yelled, fought, kicked.

All to no avail.

She wasn’t going anywhere until and unless He allowed it. Gradually He had turned on a low light for her, and occasionally let her read articles He had printed for her. He didn’t want her to be clueless about the world, and they often had discussions about what was going on “out there.”  She remembered, almost all the time now, to not issue Him directives, to sit shoulders back and tits thrust out so that he could admire her body. She kept her hair groomed, and showered with Him when He pulled her into the small bathroom.

He fucked her many, many times.

He beat her, sometimes before, sometimes afterwards. She began to forget the faces of her friends. She had no family, her parents were long ago deceased, no siblings, no aunts nor uncles. She was connected to Him.

The sound of the key in the lock filled her mind. He was coming! Each time the door opened it was like a glimpse of joy.

“Slut, present yourself.”

Rising quickly from the bed, she knelt on the small pink rug. Hands on the small of her back, chin up, shoulders back, tits pressed out and upward as best she was able.

“Pretty.”

Her eyes flew open in shock. Sir had brought another man here? The sharp snap of the crop on her upper thigh made her slam her lids down. She wondered what that meant. Her heart thudded in her chest.

Hands touched her breasts, pinched her nipples, slid over her shoulders.

“Position three,” Sir spoke softly, and quickly she pressed her forehead to the rug, lifting her ass. Hands touched and smoothed down her lower back, across the rounded mounds of her ass, over her thighs.

“Doable.” The new voice was rough, like an iron bolt turning reluctantly.

“And both are ‘doable’ today?”

“Sure. Where you wanna start? Ass?”

There was a sound of movement, something clinking, opening.

“Need an outlet to plug this inta,” came the mystery voice.

“Remain still, slut.”

“yes Sir,” she spoke softly, but loud enough to be heard, face to the carpet as she was.

There was a loud buzz, and a sudden sharp pain on her ass.

 

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About vanillamom

For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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6 Responses to Part 3 Keeping a Slut (She Belongs to You)

  1. Michelle says:

    Niiiice.

  2. SouthernSir says:

    I’m playing catch up and it was worth the read. Hope there will be more to this.

    • vanillamom says:

      At least one or two more…to finish it correctly, I think…

      (the horror for me is making it so “normal”…)

      nilla

  3. dryfly2005 says:

    Well, I’m not so sure how much Mrs. Tip is going to want to go through all of this, but what the hell, lets go for it. Now where am I going to find a real dark room. Tip

    • vanillamom says:

      ah but isn’t the key phrase there “want”…?

      for our girl there was no “want”…and isn’t that the inherent fantasy/fear for those of us who do this thing we do? (will he stuff me in a dungeon/kill me…or will it be an incredible event?)

      nilla

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