Slave To Love (A Journey in Bondage and Discipline) (2 page)

From:
Master Darrius Cellante

Subject:
Re:Answer To My Prayers

Date:
February
1
2013 02:11

To:
Faye Rybalov

Slave Faye,

This is my response to your email about the classified ad that I placed last year. Since there has recently been an opening in my home and time I am informing you that you may become my new slave if that is your wish.

I warn you however that you wish to become my slave there is no turning back. You can
never
return to your old life. You are mine and mine alone forever. If you try to leave me I will hunt you down and you shall be punished severely. I do not tolerate disobedience from my slaves.

You will also have to share me. I have other slaves as well which are in need of discipline from time to time. If you were hoping for a one on one master/slave bond feel free to look elsewhere. I enjoy having many slaves as opposed to just one. One would get very boring for me, and would become very bored as I go on business trips.

During these trips I am gone for days if not weeks at a time. You may or may not be chosen to accompany me during these trips. I do not choose the same girls all of the time. Jealousy is not permitted and any slave that displays jealousy will be severely punished.

You will have all the abject humiliation, kinky sex, as well as domination that you can handle, and then even more. There are no safe words in my domain. I learn how much all my slaves can handle and push them just above their limits in order to better them. Some of my slaves have jobs, but most never get a job, or want one. Serving their Master is their reward.

If you do not believe that you and I would be a proper fit please delete this email. I am not in to playing games! I will respond to no other emails from you! If you have questions or feel that you are right for me, then you will meet me at my home.

I suggest that you sell all of your belongings, bring only the essentials, and come alone. I will not ask twice. If you are not here by the end of the week I will assume you were not serious and take on a different slave.

See the attachments on what you must arrive wearing, how you must greet me, as well as my address.

You have a week to decide and make arrangements,

Master Darrius Cellante
 

              Inside the zip file she found a clothed full body picture of Master Darrius as well as a text file. With a shaking hand, she double clicked the text file, and opened both pictures as well. Wondering what other instructions he had sent to her. She shook her head and silently wondered what she had gotten herself in to. But she had a week to think about the arrangement. Faye smiled to herself. Pleased that she had gotten a response to her plea of wanting a master to use her. He sounded very experienced and confident in the way he wrote and gave her orders. Her body shook in anticipation and she could feel her slit getting hot at the thought of being man handled by this fierce-looking man.

' When you arrive at my home you are to be wearing the garment pictured. You will also ring the doorbell and drop to your knees!

You will wait there until I, or someone else answers the door. You will beg to come inside of my home to whomever may answer the door. Once invited in you will NOT stand! You will crawl in to the house and will continue to crawl until you are asked to stand and walk. If you are never asked to stand you will remain on your hands and knees.

You will never look at me directly always avoiding eye contact and keeping your head down. If you do look at me you must do it without looking as if you are. If you make direct eye contact with me you will be punished!

You are to address me as Master, unless there are other Masters present at which time you will refer to me as Master Darrius. You will do whatever any other Master in my home instructs unless I strictly forbid you to do so.

You will eat only what I feed you, do only what I tell you, and speak only when spoken to. Even during punishments you are not permitted to make a sound. If you do there will be consequences.

I await you,

Master Darrius '

             
She read the text file a couple more times before looking back at the picture and wondered where she would buy something like that. It looked like a grey pillow case with the sides ripped off, a hole cut in the top for the head, and tied with a belt. She would probably have to make one. She would go out and buy silk or material needed to make it. She had always prided herself with the ease of how she could use a sewing machine, and how she could create things only by looking at them. She was sure this would be a breeze compared to the new life she was about to jump in to. She realized at that moment that she had made up her mind. She would do as Master Darrius had instructed. There was also another zip inside of the zip file she had opened called serious.zip.

              She opened it not knowing what to expect. Inside was a few pictures. She slowly opened them. It was Master Darrius dressed in a business suit with two women. He had his cock sticking out of the zipper hole of his pants. One was licking his very large shaft and the other had a collar around her neck with a leash attached. He was sitting in a recliner looking very smug almost as if he were challenging her to come be his new toy.

              She made a face and stuck out her tongue at the picture. She giggled at the thought of being punished for such insolence and found herself getting very wet at the thought of him. She stared at his huge member felt a bit of fear and excitement. She wasn't sure if she could take all of it. Would he force her too? Would he call her names as he attempted to jam it in to her all the way to the hilt?

              She stared at his picture. He had long black hair that was very straight and she could see the light shining on it in the pictures he had attached. His hair went down past his shoulders and she wondered how long it was. Upon closer inspection it looked as if it went to the middle of his back. It was very shiny and almost reflective. She wondered if it looked that perfect after a night of lovemaking. She sighed as she stared at him. He was a large man, but by no means overweight. Every inch of him seemed muscled and lean. She gasped and touched the picture on the screen.

              He was so beautiful and perfect. A near Herculean specimen of a man. He had a chiselled jaw, with a cleft. His chin looked defiant if not mighty. She couldn't tell the color of his eyes, but they were like black pools. She could see the shine of the camera flash in them. She shuddered when she thought of how he may work out to stay so fit. She remembered reading in a magazine that sex was one of the best work outs for toning and gaining muscle mass. She wondered how many times this man... This master could go before he got tired. She giggled.

              From the sounds of his emails he would get bored before he got tired of either sex or discipline. She half wondered if he was a sadistic man who would punish her for no other reason than the fact she existed. She sighed to herself as she ran a hand over her breast a little surprised to find her nipples so hard and erect.

              Opening the other picture she gasped this time. Master Darrius was in the picture once again, and he was pictured with the same woman, but this time she was wearing the dog collar and leash. Only this time the woman was bent over his legs and he had a miniature Cat o' nine tails that he had obviously been using on her rump. There were pink streaks across both of the woman's butt cheeks, and the look on her face as she looked at the camera was both of pleasure and pain. Faye was suddenly very hot. Just looking at the two pictures sent her mind in to flights of fantasy. She took off her clothes and sat back down at the computer, staring at the computer while she touched herself. Her hands brushed over her chest between her breasts not allowing herself to touch her sensitive nipples nor the fullness of them. One between them and under them as she teased herself. Her nipples grew even harder and painfully yearned to be touched. She ran her hand up across her neck, before trailing back down between her breasts.

              She ran her hands down both sides of her breasts pushing them together before running her hands under her breasts, over her ribs, and across her flat stomach. Slowly, she ran her hands over her thighs, first the outer and then the inner before trailing them back up. Finally, grabbing each nipple and squeezing it gently between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched than rubbed over them with the tips of her fingers never once taking her eyes of Master Darrius' picture. She pinched her nipples and lightly slapped her breasts causing them to bounce up and down.

              She moaned as she felt her vagina walls began to tingle along with the familiar heavy feeling in her clitoris. All while she used one hand to play and pinch her nipples. Faye trailed the other down her body to her vagina. She kept her eyes locked on Master Darrius' eyes in the picture. She imagined he was commanding her to touch herself. To masturbate in front of him and his other slaves as a punishment for sticking her tongue out at him.

              She slid a finger in to her already wet slit and gasped as she almost orgasmed. She imagined Master Darrius commanding her not to yet. She had to do so much more before she would be allowed satisfaction. Her eyes begged Master Darrius' picture, but the picture said nothing. In Faye's mind she heard him commanding her to insert a finger in to her vagina and fuck herself. 

'Another!'
Master Darrius commanded.

Obediently, Faye inserted another finger. She moaned as she pumped her fingers in and out of her sopping slit and slid off the computer chair on to the floor.

'More!'
The Master Darrius in her mind commanded her. She put in a third finger and then a fourth. She moaned loudly as she desperately attempted to get her thumb in to herself.

'
Do it!'
The Master Darrius commanded. '
Do it now, or you are not allowed to cum!'

              With a small whimper, Faye was able to get her thumb in to her vagina. She moaned in ecstasy as she pumped her entire hand in and out of her vagina. Pulling it all the way out before diving it back inside of herself as deeply as she could go without contorting herself. She closed her eyes feeling the feeling of being completely filled by her own fist and she imagined it was Master Darrius pumping his thick, veiny, cock in to her sopping wet hole. She moaned as she imagined him stopping.

“
Please,” She begged. “Please.”

'Please what, Slave?” Master Darrius asked.

“Please let me cum,” She begged the Master Darrius in her mind.

'Then cum!' Master Darrius commanded and with that she began fucking herself hard and fast as she could with her entire hand. She pumped it in and out with wetness spilling out of her gaping wet hole on to the floor puddling under her pert bottom. She imagined Master Darrius yelling at her the entire time.

'Fuck, slave!' He commanded her. 'Harder! Slap your clit! Pinch your nipples! Cum right now!'

              She screamed as she obeyed him and came. Her legs shook and her toes curled. She could hear the joints popping, her vagina pulsed around her fist, and her clit jumped, while her nipples stood on end. Every ounce of her strength was sapped from her as she pulled her fist out of her vagina and fell asleep on the floor in a puddle of her own satisfaction. She was breathing very heavily and prayed that Master Darrius would be as good in real life as he was in her fantasy. If he was she would never regret the choice she was about to make. She stayed on the floor for a moment and didn't notice what time. She fell in to a deep and satisfied sleep on the floor next to her computer chair. She had a lot of work to get done and she only had six more days.

             
All the next day she spent her time listing her items online, and took out an ad in the newspaper. It was a couple of days before she had sold nearly everything she owned. She sat back in her empty house and wondered if she hadn't lost her mind. The only things she hadn't been able to sell was a milk cartoon full of old books. She dug through the books. She wondered where she had gotten them, and when she had bought them. Someone was supposed to come take her couch. She decided she would pull it on to the screened in porch before she left. Locking the door, she looked down at the bus ticket in her hand. She had decided the night before that she would change in to her slave tunic in the bus bathroom before getting off at the bus stop. She would call a taxi from there when she arrived. Master Darrius had given her an address, but she hadn't found the house on any online map. The satellite view was mysteriously missing from all the online map sites she could find. She had a few items packed in to the backpack on her back. She had a little extra spending money, some bras and panties in different colors, and a couple of books by Shakespeare. All of the other items she didn't sell like her desk and a few  boxes of assorted junk, she left out on the curb with a “
free
” sign attached.