2-Collaring
Her now owner was out the door, and Emmy was alone. She poured herself another drink, the other ones were treating her nicely. With a warm glow and any inhibitions shot, Emmy reflected on how much her life had changed in the past twenty-four hours. She had seen her first sex, had her first drink, had oral sex for the first time, signed papers to enslave herself and enrolled in college. She was certainly not wasting her first official day of adulthood.
Emmy drank a sip of her drink and felt her stomach rumble a bit. Maybe she should hold off until the rest of the alcohol in her system caught up. She decided to pace a bit, the naked blonde stepped across the large living room to look out the window.
The new slave looked down at Central Park. If TV coverage was to be believed, that place was a crime infested war zone. Should she step foot there alone after dark she was sure to be raped/robbed/murdered. It could have been the addition of the rain, but New York City just seemed bleak and depressing. She hoped she would not have to live here all the time. Chester Bradley always seemed to be travelling off on one business venture or another, she assumed he would take her with him. Being rich in New York was like being rich anywhere, though: better and easier. Her owner had his own security, his own safe refuge looking down on the rest of the city, his own means to navigate around the city and never come in contact with the subway or grimy parts.
The idea that she was a sex slave was too big to comprehend now, so she decided to focus instead on going to college. Whatever haze that her owner had placed her under was lifted a little, at least on this subject. She had never heard of Warm Springs Canyon College, and knew absolutely nothing about it. He said that all the students were slaves, how would that work? Did they still have sororities? How about sports teams? It was in the Sierras, wasn’t that in California or Nevada? She had never been west of Chicago, what did big mountains look like in person?
Yesterday, her life had been different. It was all too big to take in at once. She would have to just go with the flow and see where she wound up. She was a slave now, but she was Chester Bradley’s slave, and she could not wait for him to take full use of her. He would take her in the ass. He was going to brand and collar her.
Emmy took a deep breath. She was a little drunk, maybe. The young blonde never been drunk before, so she wasn’t sure. But the tip of her nose felt funny, and her lips were a little numb. She was giddy. Happy that her life did have direction, that she would be having so SO much sex.
There was a week before graduation ceremony, was she going to be there for that? Did she want to be? She already finished all her classes, and the rest of the year would be fluff and bullshit. Would anybody miss her when she disappeared to WSCC and parts unknown after that? It was her Master’s decision if she went or not. That made her feel better, he would decide for her.
She was musing about showing up to graduation wearing nothing but a collar when her owner came home. Emmy knew she should do something to greet him, kneel? But by the time she realized she should be doing something he was already well in.
“Welcome back, Master,” she managed to say.
“Thank you, Slave,” Chester Bradley answered. “We will work on your duties, but since you have been a slave for less than 30 minutes, I will forgive any transgressions.” He hung up his keys on a hook by the door. “I have decided on an order. First the collar, then the sodomy, then the branding. That way I do not have to worry about messing up the brand when I am pounding your ass. I want you marked and branded before I send you off the school.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, then, quickly corrected, “I mean, ‘Yes, Master’.”
“I will get you trained right,” he said with a smile. “Come here and kneel in front of me.”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
The young beauty quickly hurried to her owner and knelt.
“Knees farther apart,” he corrected her. “Back straight. Eyes down unless your Master asks you to look at him.” The rugged man circled her. “Hands on your knees, palm open and up.” He gave her head a pat. “Very nice, slave. This is your default position. When I come home, be in this position. When I want you to wait, this is it.”
“Yes, Master.”
Chester Bradley left her kneeling and went into the bedroom. He had not told her to follow, so she stayed right where she was. The young slave waited until he came back a minute later.
“Rise,” he told her.
“Yes, Master,” and the young slave did as she was told. The thrill of being commanded was almost too much. She wanted to beg him to take her right there and consummate her enslavement, but he had other plans.
“Lift your hair,” he commanded.
Again, she eagerly obeyed.
He held a leather collar, slightly less than an inch across with a lock and loops on it. There was a silk lining, which felt exquisitely sexy on her neck. Chester Bradley’s strong hands placed the collar around her slender neck and locked it closed.
With the click of the lock and the feel of the collar around her neck symbolizing her new status, Emmy felt her pussy grow hot and needy. She was Chester Bradley’s sex slave!
“Hands together, front!” he suddenly barked.
Without thinking, Emmy held her hands down in front of her and crossed her wrists. Had he programmed her for that or was that natural to her?
Her master reached down and tied her wrists together with a length of soft rope. She looked down at her bound wrists, then up with adoration in her green eyes to her Master. What was he going to do now?
He stroked her cheek, then kissed her. Emmy sighed contentedly. Then, his hands were all over her. He kneaded her buttocks, cupped her breasts, ran his hands up and down her thighs. Emmy closed her eyes and lost herself in his strong, skilled hands.
“Time to get fucked in the ass,” he told her after what seemed like forever.
“Yes, Master,” she sighed.
3-Anal
Most of what Emmy knew about anal sex came from The Story of O and what she saw at the show last night. The Story of O was not a very practical guide, so Emmy had no idea what was in store for her. She knew generally that it would hurt, but that pain was either irrelevant to the man, or something he was trying to inflict. She already saw it as the ultimate symbol of her submission.
Her owner produced a leash and clicked it on her collar. When he tugged it, she was ready to cum right there. He was pulling her by a leash to go fuck her in the ass! There was no way Sheila from high school was having anywhere close to this kind of day.
Emmy walked a little slow just so her owner would keep tension on the leash. He led her on a walk around the apartment. Around the living room, back and forth down the hallway, into the master bedroom, around the bed where she had lost her virginity, and finally into the guest room.
What if she resisted? How far would he go to get her to comply? She thought about it, but was too eager for this to happen.