Phone Slave by Master Ivan

[mrivan]

Phone Slave

by Master Ivan


I had trained numerous slaves in person, both short term, at parties, and long term, in my home. A few women went through prolonged initial training exclusively through the mail before submitting to me in person. When Carla's letter arrived in response to my usual ad, it was a bit out of the ordinary:

* * *

Master Ivan:

I am looking for a Master. I am aware of your reputation and experience, and would enjoy serving and being trained by you. I am 5'8", 135 lbs., well-built, with blond hair and blue eyes.

Unfortunately, my living situation is complicated. Although I have my own studio, I have some heavy time commitments to my building manager as well as to some of the other tenants in the building. While I have some time available, it would be impossible to have you visit here. It would also be very difficult to arrange extended visits at your place for some time yet.

Still, I am very frustrated. I need a Master. A mail arrangement would not work either, as my mail service is undependable, and I can't be sure letters from you wouldn't fall into the wrong hands.

Would you consider training me by telephone? I could call you at times you command, follow your instructions, and do whatever you require.

Please, send me your number and a time to call!

Love, Carla -----.

* * *

Reading her letter got me thinking. A phone-slave arrangement was workable, but it would have to be on my terms. I wrote her back:

* * *

Carla-

I can train you by phone, but it will be me that calls you. Write back to me the day you receive this, and give me your number, and an idea of your schedule of activity. You will be expected to obey me implicitly and immediately in your training, and I intend to structure things so there will be no problems later.

Write back now, and be ready to obey when my first call comes in.

Master Ivan

* * *

I wasn't sure if I should have expected an answer. I said nothing about methods, nor question her about her fantasies, things I usually do with any prospective slave. To my pleasant surprise, I received her return letter only three days later:

* * *

Master:

I am generally home from 7PM on most nights. Most of my commitments aside from work involve paperwork done in my studio. I am usually up until just after midnight, but can push it longer if you require lengthy activity. Call me at 555-xxxx. I will be ready.

Carla

* * *

I was pleased with her letter, to a certain extent. She was brief, to the point, and obedient. Still, she didn't yet have the proper attitude of submission. She addressed me as "Master", but signed only her name, without any reference to her being a slave, or a slave-trainee. I would wait a few days, then call her. We would see just how ready she was.

* * *

I called her at 9PM on a Saturday night. She answered after about five rings.

"Hello?"

"Is this Carla?"

"Yes."

"Carla -----?"

"Yes."

"This is Master Ivan."

She paused. I heard her take a breath, and could almost feel her nervousness. "Yes, Master."

"Tell me, what did you have in mind?"

After a pause, she said, "You train slave-girls."

"Yes."

"I wish to be trained."

"And just what do you think that training consists of?"

"I don't know. I have my fantasies, and I've read about bondage from a lot of sources, but I can't tell what you yourself would do."

"True. What do your fantasies tell you?"

"Lots of things. I fantasize being tied, exposed, used all kinds of ways, made to serve other people, and punished if I don't perform perfectly."

"That much is true. But do you realize that as my slave, you are trained to fulfill my needs, not yours, and that both my needs and my training methods may not correspond with your fantasies?"

"Yes."

"Do you agree to obey all my commands completely and instantly, and to follow through on any assignments or exercises, even to the point of changing your lifestyle?"

She thought carefully. "Part of me wants to ask for more detail as to what you intend. But if I attach conditions, or limits, I won't really be submitting, will I?"

"No. A true slave seeks to please her Master, not herself."

"Master, I agree to whatever you ask. Please accept me as your slave."

Her acquiescence was premature, but she would learn that herself, soon, as her training began.

"Then here is my first command: I will be calling you in three days, on Tuesday night. At that time, you will have installed a speaker-phone so that you can talk without needing your hands. You will also have available a dildo, some rope, a bag of spring-type clothespins and a floor-length mirror. You will be naked when I call, and you will pick up the phone on the first ring. You will be punished if you fail. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master "

I hung up the phone.

* * *

I debated the appropriate time to call. She had claimed to be available from 7PM until midnight, with later time a possibility. If I called her immediately after 7, she might be anticipating it. If I called later, it would increase her anticipation, especially if she obeyed my command to be naked. Still, I didn't want to call so late that she'd change her plans. I wanted to start her out with a feeling of structure, at least until she was committed to her training and somewhat proven.

* * *

I called her at 7:30. The phone rang only once.

"Hello?"

"Carla?"

"Yes. Master Ivan?"

"Yes. Are you naked?"

I heard the rustle of clothes, then she said, "I am now."

"What were you wearing?"

"Just a bathrobe."

"A fine way to begin training, slut, with disobedience!"

"I'm sorry, Master."

"You will be. You're going to be punished."

I heard her catch her breath. "Yes, Master."

"Have you obeyed my other commands?"

"Yes, Master. I have the dildo, the rope, the clothespins and the speakerphone."

"Turn on the speakerphone."

I heard the electronic click, followed by an increase in the background noise in the room.

"Do you have the floor-length mirror?"

"Yes, Master. One whole wall of the studio is covered with mirrors."

"Good. Go to the mirror with the items I told you to have ready."

I heard her move.

"Kneel down, facing the mirror, and spread your knees far apart."

Again, she obeyed. "Yes, Master."

"Now, take two clothespins, and clip them onto your nipples!"

Once more, I heard her catch her breath, now in anticipation of the pain about to come. I heard the faint click of the clothespins being picked up. Then, seconds later, I heard her gasp in pain.

"Oh God, Master, it hurts!"

"Yes, slut. It's meant to hurt. You're being punished for disobedience. Put on the other clothespin, now!"

Seconds later, "Arrgh!"

"Now, slave, where are your hands?"

"Master, I'm holding one breast behind the clothespin. It hurts so much!"

"Good. Move your hands to behind your neck."

"A-a-a-argh... that makes them hurt worse!"

"Yes, slut. Make sure your elbows are well back, your tits are thrust out, and your knees remain at least a foot apart."

"Yes, Master. They are!"

I heard her continuing to whimper under the punishment. "Now, hold position until I permit you to move!"

"Yes, Master."

"You are being punished for covering your slavebody without permission. The standard punishment for this offense is to wear the clothespins as you are now doing for five minutes for each item of clothing. Did your robe have a sash?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Then you'll do ten minutes!"

I heard her quietly cry out at that, but said no more for the time. I listened carefully, but heard no movement. She continued her labored breathing, her whimpering, and an occasional groan of pain.

Several minutes into her punishment, I spoke.

"Slut, can you see your cunt?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Is it open?"

"Yes, Master."

"Is my slave-slut aroused?"

"Yes, Master."

I could still hear the breaks in her voice with the pain. "Remember, slut, your purpose is not to serve your pleasure, but mine. You are looking at the body of a slave, available for the use of her Master, as it must always be. As you train, you will become more and more available, in your dress, your posture, your entire attitude. When you conceal your body, or are not available enough, you will be punished."

"Y-yes, Master."

A short time later, the ten-minute mark passed.

"Slut, remove your clothespins!"

"Yes, Master."

Seconds later, I heard a gasp and a small scream as the clothespins left her tortured nipples.

"They're off, Master."

"Tell me, slut. Are you horny?"

"Yes, Master."

"Get your rope!"

I instructed her on the making of a wrist-loop, so she could bind her own hands. It took a few minutes and a couple of adjustments, but she succeeded. I then instructed her to bind her own breasts. She placed the center of a length of rope at the back of her neck, then crossed the ends in front of her. Each end was passed under her breasts, then wrapped around several times, tightly compressing each breast. The two ends were tied together between her now bound tits.

She again gasped and moaned, now half in pain and half in arousal. "Look at your tits, slave. What do they look like?"

"They're like red balloons, Master. Tight, almost ready to burst."

"Good. Now, caress your nipples with your fingers!"

"Oh, Master, I'm so horny!"

"What are you?"

"I am a slave-girl."

"Whose pleasure is most important?"

"Yours, Master."

"Good. Now, take your dildo."

"Yes, Master." She sounded anxious, ready to use the dildo in her cunt.

"Put it in your mouth!"

"Oh, Master!" She was pleading, but I would not be swayed.

"Hold it there, and rope your hands behind your back!"

I heard her moans, now muffled by the dildo.

"Learn, slave, that your Master's pleasure comes first. There may be times when you suck your Master's cock for hours without being allowed to touch your cunt. This time, it will not be so long. But if you drop the dildo, or break position, you will be punished."

She continued to groan in her heat.

"Watch yourself, cocksucker. Now, you look like the slut you are. Legs spread, cunt wet, open and inviting. Your tits bound and offering themselves for a touch or abuse. Your wrists bound behind your back where they belong. And your slave-mouth filled with cock. Your whole body begs for use and punishment and cries out for enslavement."

She moaned deeply around the dildo. I let her wait a good ten minutes before speaking again.

"Slut! Release your hands and remove the dildo."

Seconds later, "Yes, Master."

"Now, bury it in your cunt!"

She cried out in pleasure now, near orgasm.

"Sit on the floor directly, on your ass, your legs straight out and spread!"

Another deep groan, then, "Yes, Master."

"Now, rebind your hands!"

I heard her deep moan again as her weight pushed in the dildo yet another inch. Seconds 1ater, as she tried to move enough to get herself off, she cried out in her frustration.

"Oh, God, I've got to come!"

"No you don't, slut! You've got to please your Master! Remove the dildo!"

Again, as she released her hands and withdrew the now well-lubricated dildo, she groaned deeply in her heat.

"Back in your mouth! Lick it clean!"

Her moans revealed her humiliation as she began sucking her own juices off the dildo. Worse, it also turned her heat up yet another notch.

"Remember, slut: Whenever anything fucks your lower holes, always clean it with your mouth!" I listened to her breathing, as well as the slurping sounds as she mouthed the dildo.

"Stop! Put down the dildo, then put the clothespins back on your nipples"

"Oh, please Master... "

"Now, pig, or it will get worse!"

Again, I heard the clothespins being picked up, and the quick cries of pain as her nipples were re-pinned.

"They're on, Master. God, they hurt even more now, with my tits bound!"

"Just a motivator, slut. They stay on until you have the dildo buried in your ass!"

"Master, please! It'll never fit!"

"Then your tits will suffer."

For some minutes, I heard her trying. She gasped frequently in pain, but kept trying. At one point, she screamed, "Arrgh! Master, the head is in."

"You're taking too long, cunt! Add another clothespin to your left tit, above the nipple!"

She groaned, "Yes, Master." I heard her movements and the gasp of pain as her third clothespin bit into her tit-flesh. As I listened to her pain, I periodically asked, "How far in is it?" She answered when asked, but took overly long in getting it all the way in. By the time she succeeded, she bore four extra clothespins on her tits in addition to the two on her nipples. She whimpered and sobbed in pain.

"Whore! Your ass must be kept just as open and available as your mouth and cunt. When you are not available, you must be punished. Sit down on your ass!"

I heard her deep-throated moan as her weight came down, pushing the dildo the last inch into her ass. "I'm down, Master."

"Now, re-tie your hands behind you, then straighten and spread your legs as you did before!"

She did so. "Yes, Master. It's done."

"Watch yourself in punishment, slut. Your tits are bound to display them for my pleasure. They're clamped to punish you for your uncooperative ass. Your hands are bound to keep your body revealed, and because they are not required for my pleasure. Your cunt is open and wet, begging for the touch of a Master, but it is selfish. It reveals you as a slut in heat, unconcerned about your Master's pleasure. It will remain denied, until I say otherwise.

"Your ass is tighter, and therefore more pleasing for your Master to fuck. It must be kept open, and you'll be punished if you fail to keep it open."

I heard her sobbing, her breathing, as she watched herself in her suffering. I waited several more minutes, then commanded her, "Slut, release your hands. Leave all the clothespins in place and hold your position. You will now move one hand to your cunt and masturbate to orgasm!"

She gasped once in anticipation, then said, "Oh, thank you, Master!" I could almost imagine her fingers penetrating herself madly, afraid of me changing my mind.

"Stop!" She screamed in frustration.

"Lick your fingers clean, then resume playing with yourself. Tell me when you're about to come, and ask permission first!"

Her groans of frustration increased as I listened to her humiliate herself further. Again, I heard her resume, quickly approaching orgasm. Perhaps a minute later, I heard, "Master, I am about to come! May I?"

"No! Wipe your hands on your face. Then lace your fingers behind your neck. I want you to repeat the phrase, 'Master, your slave-slut is a cocksucker', twenty times. Do it!"

She cried in pain and frustration. She also began the phrase. A bit too quickly.

"Slow it down! I want you to feel every word as you watch yourself."

"Master, your slave-slut is a cocksucker..."

She performed adequately. I heard the tone of her voice change, as her submission continued and deepened. She finished the phrase, and I said, "Now, slut, bring yourself off!"

She must have come on contact. She screamed in orgasm, and I even heard her bouncing her ass on the floor, pushing the dildo even further up her ass and shaking the six clothespins still torturing her roped breasts.

Her orgasm over, I heard the moans turn to pain. Now, with her pleasure expended, the pain of her bonds returned.

"Slut! Rebind your hands and hold position!"

"Oh, God, Master. It hurts!"

"Yes, slave. Your pain brings me pleasure. My pleasure is all that's important, and does not end just because a slut comes."

"Yes, Master." Whimpering in pain, she obeyed, corrected.

"Watch your tits as they suffer. See the juice in your open slave-cunt as it flows. And feel the dildo in your ass. These things train you while they serve my pleasure. Only a selfish, incompetant slut, unworthy of being even a slave, would beg to end her punishment before her Master's pleasure, just because she came. A true slave might go for days without coming, serving her Master constantly, and loving her servitude!"

"Yes, Master, I'm a selfish slut, and deserve to be punished."

"Five more minutes, then you can release your bonds."

She groaned again, suffering now without the offsetting effects of her arousal. But she knew herself commanded, and had to obey. Another couple of minutes along, I ordered, "Spread your legs further!", and later still, "Shake your tits! Make the clothespins bounce!" She moaned in pain and humiliation, especially when one of her clothespins popped off and bounced onto the floor. Naturally, I had to make her free one hand momentarily to replace it, and increase her punishment by two more minutes.

Finally, I decided she'd had enough. Still, I wanted to lay a firm foundation.

"Slut! Remove all your bonds, then thank me properly for your punishment, after which I will give you your training assignments."

She gasped at the last, but acknowledged, "Yes, Master." One minute and several painful gasps later, she said, "All my training items have been removed, Master."

"Good, slave. Where is the dildo?"

"On the floor beside me, Master."

"Did you clean it as I commanded?"

She hesitated, gasping in fear, remembering my command to clean it by mouth. "N-no, Master."

"Replace two clothespins on your nipples, cunt!"

Two gasps later, "They're back, Master."

"Shove the dildo all the way into your ass again!"

Close to a full minute and numerous groans later, she whimpered, ''It's back in again, Master."

"Now, remove it again, and clean it properly with your lips and tongue. Clean it thoroughly, slut, until no trace of your asshole remains!"

"Y-yes, Master."

I heard her gag on the taste, as well as sob gently under the renewed pain in her tortured nipples. She took several minutes, but finally said, "It's clean, Master."

"Good. Remember, anything that goes into your cunt or ass always goes into your mouth when you finish. That includes your fingers, and it means whether I am there to enforce things or not!"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry I disobeyed."

"You may remove your clothespins."

"Yes, Master..."

Again, I heard the beautifully arousing sound of her painful gasps as the nipple-clamps were removed.

"Now, slut. When I called you, you were clothed, and had to be punished."

"Yes, Master."

"From now on, you are forbidden to cover your body in any way while inside your studio. You will strip when you enter, and not dress again until leaving. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"I will only call you for training at night, but I may call you at any time to check your discipline and punish you if necessary."

"Yes, Master."

"There is an exercise you will do every morning upon rising, and every night before you go to bed. Kneel at your mirror, knees widely spread, wrists bound behind you. In the morning, you will repeat the phrase, ' I am a slave-girl', for thirty minutes. At night, you will again kneel, bound, and repeat, 'Master, my tits are yours, my ass is yours, my cunt is yours, my mouth is yours', for one full hour. Repeat your morning phrase!"

" 'I am a slave girl.' "

"Good. Now, your evening phrase!"

" 'Master, my tits are yours, my ass is yours, my cunt is yours, my mouth is yours.' "

"Yes. Between now and tomorrow night, think about how you cover your body, my property, in public. You will be doing a supervised exercise outdoors to test your obedience and submission. Until then, what are you?"

"I am your slave, Master."

I hung up.

* * *

I tried calling at 11:30 AM, and got no answer. At about 2:15, I tried again. She answered, on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Are you dressed?" I didn't even identify myself. I knew she'd recognize my voice.

"I'm naked, Master."

"Good. Tonight, you'll be going for a walk outside. Show me how you think a slave should dress in public. Lay out your clothes, but do not dress until I command you to leave. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Did you do your morning exercise?"

"Yes, Master. I felt very much enslaved, and still do."

"Good. Be ready tonight."

"Yes, Master."

I was pleased. She appeared to be following instructions, and she was already responding to training. Tonight would show me more.

* * *

I called her at 8:30, just at dusk. She picked up the phone immediately.

"Yes?"

"What are you wearing?"

"I'm naked, Master."

"Are you kneeling?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. How far apart are your knees spread?"

"Uh, about six inches, Master."

"Not far enough, slut. Turn on the speakerphone and go to your mirror!"

I heard the click, then heard her steps.

"Stand up straight, with your feet spread as far apart as possible."

"Yes, Master. They're about four feet apart. My cunt is wide open."

I heard the change in her breath. She was getting quickly aroused. "Lace your fingers behind your neck!"

"Yes, Master."

"Elbows far back, tits thrust out proudly!"

"Yes, Master."

"Look in the mirror. See yourself as you are, a slut in heat."

"Yes, Master. It's true."

"What's true?"

"I am a slut in heat."

"Take one finger of your left hand, stick it in your cunt, then run it up your slit!"

"O-o-oh, yes, Master."

"Put it in your mouth, and lick it clean!"

"Umn, Yes, Master."

"Now, replace your hands behind your neck!"

"Y-yes, Master."

I could tell she had to fight her heat to obey.

"This is just an exercise for you. You still must be punished for concealing your cunt."

She gasped in fear, then said, "Yes, Master."

"Break position, and pick up two clothespins!"

I heard her movements. "I have them, Master." .

She trembled, anticipating. "Clip one on each of

your cuntlips!" .

"Oh God!...Yes, Master." She gasped twice in pain.

"Now, spread your legs wide as before. Using your fingers, take the end of one clothespin in each hand and pull them apart, opening your cunt!"

She moaned deeply, then responded, "Yes, Master."

"Now, repeat, 'My cunt belongs to you, Master', until I tell you to stop."

She began. "My cunt belongs to you, Master. My cunt belongs to you, Master..."

I said nothing. I counted her repetitions on my fingers as I listened for the tell-tale breaks in her voice and her breathing which would betray her responses. As expected, her breath deepened, and there was evidence in her voice indicating both her growing pain and her arousal.

At one point, I heard her interrupt her phrase with a loud groan of sexual pleasure. .

"Slut! Did you touch your cunt?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"You touched my property without permission, while in training and while already under punishment?!"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry." She was afraid, and she knew that more punishment was imminent.

"Lick your fingers clean! Get two more clothespins and clip them on your nipples. Then, rope your hands behind your back and stand as before!"

I heard her moan of humiliation and arousal as she licked the juice off her fingers. There were the sounds of her picking up the clothespins and two more glorious gasps of pain as she pinned her tits.

"Are you in position as ordered?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Are you in pain?"

"Yes, Master. My tits and cunt both hurt."

"Good. Are you also horny?"

"Oh, yes, Master!"

"Good. Do not break position. Do you remember your repetition from last night?"

"Yes, Master."

"Begin it now!"

"Master, my tits are yours, my ass is yours, my cunt is yours, my mouth is yours..."

I let the process work on her for awhile. She kept up her repetitions and grew more aroused as it took her. I gave her a good ten minutes.

"You may end your repetitions, and remove your rope and your clothespins."

"Th-thank you, Master."

I waited for her gasps of pain as her clothespins were removed.

"So tell me, cunt. Have you layed out your clothes for your walk?"

"Yes, Master. I think you'll be pleased."

She had remembered that I described it as a "Supervised" walk. Indeed, there was a possibility this training could extend far beyond the telephone. I would test that tonight.

"Then dress, now. Do not touch your cunt--you are under training now, and are prohibited from touching my property. You may touch your tits, however, if you wish."

"Yes, Master."

"You will leave your place in ten minutes. One block from you is a variety store with a payphone, across the street from a gas station. You know the place?"

"Yes, Master."

"Walk to that phone and wait for my call."

"Yes, Master."

"And one more thing, slut--bring your wrist-rope!"

I hung up and dashed out of my house.

* * *

In fifteen minutes, I was at the gas station. The station had a spotlight that illuminated the variety store and its payphone. She would be quite visible but unable to see me. The station also had its own payphone.

She arrived barely a minute after I did. She was quite attractive. She had described herself accurately--about 5'8", 135 pounds. She did have the blond hair, and was well-built indeed, with a tight, pert ass and tits that begged for attention. She wore a red satin shirt, buttoned to a low V-neck. She also wore a short black skirt, stockings and heels that must have been a good four or five inches high.

I dialed her payphone number and watched her pick up.

"Hello?"

"Slut--you are not showing enough. Remove the top button of your shirt!"

I watched her shake as she scanned the area looking for observers. She unbuttoned her top button, and I could see a substantially increased portion of her cleavage come into view.

"It's done, Master."

"No it's not, cunt! I didn't say to unbutton it, I said to remove it! Pull the button right off the shirt and drop it on the street! Obey me, or it will be two buttons instead of one!"

"Yes, Master." She obeyed, trembling. I could see her nipples erecting.

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Yes, Master."

"Remove them, now!"

"Master, on the street?"

"Find a way, or it will get worse!"

Somehow, she nervously managed it. She pushed them down part way by slipping her fingers under the waistband of her skirt, then shimmied them down the rest of the way. They fell to the ground and she picked them up.

"Are they wet, slut?"

"Yes, Master."

"Put them in your mouth!"

I heard her gasp in humiliation, then she obeyed, stuffing them in her mouth.

"You're wearing a bra, aren't you?" She nodded, knowing I was watching her.

"In a moment, you will go into the gas station. You will find a razor blade on the sink of the restroom. Remove the bra, and cut away the front of each cup, leaving a hole large enough for half your tit to fit through. Replace the bra, then tighten it one notch more than before. Do you understand?"

Again, she nodded.

"Remove the panties from your mouth and place them on the shelf under the phone." She obeyed.

"Now, hang up, carry out my commands, then return to this phone!"

"Yes, Master."

She obeyed, and entered the gas station rest-room.

I quickly dashed across the street, grabbed her panties and went into the variety store. In their rest room, I soaked her panties with my own piss. Seconds later, I returned them to her payphone and made it back to mine just as she left the gas station. I noted her nipples, erect and obvious, were now hidden only by the thin material of her blouse. I dialed her number.

"Hello?"

"You look better, slut. Now, your tits are properly exposed. Still, your cunt is too hidden. Roll your skirt up from the waist!"

She obeyed, and the hem of her already short skirt rose a bit over two inches.

"Again!"

Another three inches of her upper thigh was revealed. Now, if she so much as coughed, she'd reveal her cunt and ass.

"Now, cunt, you are properly attired. And now that we've corrected your dress, we can punish you for concealing your body."

"Master?"

She hadn't realized. This wasn't her punishment yet, it was just enforcing my rules. The punishment came next.

"Pick up your panties!"

"Yes, Master."

She picked them up. I was pleased to see the look of shock on her face when she found them soaking wet.

"Smell them!"

She held them close to her face, and was further shocked.

"Do you recognize the smell?"

"Y-yes, Master. They smell like they've been soaked in piss! How?"

"Just a little gift from your Master to aid you in your punishment. Now, slut, put them in your mouth!"

On the public street, bathed in a spotlight, her body almost indecently revealed, she put her panties, saturated with my piss, into her mouth. Her face was exquisite in its humiliation, turning redder than her shirt. Now, for the final phase.

"You are going to take a walk. Six blocks west of here is a bar called 'Vinnies'. Walk there, and go into the ladies room. Wait there for my commands." I hung up.

I watched her as she momentarily stood, nervous, semi-exposed under the light, with her mouth filled with her piss-soaked panties. She walked west, her nipples erect and visible, her exposed breast-meat shaking in her modified clothes, her ass nearly peeking out under her shortened skirt on every step.

I jumped in my car and drove to the bar. Taking a seat, I watched for her to arrive. When she did, every man in the place followed her with his eyes, most of them developing instant erections. I was among that group, as well. I noticed her mouth tightly clamped shut around her panties. She entered the restroom.

I went into the men's room, which adjoined hers. Unknown to her, this place was seedier than even she suspected. Frequently, street-walkers would escort their clients here and, by removing a small, concealed panel in the wall between the restrooms, they could give head to their customers. I spoke to her through the thin wall.

"Slut!"

Startled, she removed the panties from her mouth.

"Yes, Master?"

"You may discard your panties."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"Kneel on the floor, facing the wall!"

I heard her move. "Yes, Master."

"Remove your shirt and reveal your tits, then rope your hands!"

"Yes, Master."

"Repeat your morning affirmation five times!"

She swallowed once, and began. "I am a slave girl..."

When she finished, I ordered, "Now, the evening affirmation, also five times."

"Master, my tits are yours, my ass is yours, my cunt is yours, my mouth is yours..."

When she finished, I asked her, "Are you aroused, slut?"

"Yes, Master. Very aroused."

"Do you dream of serving your Master?"

"Yes, Master, I do."

"But you are only a phone-slave."

She hesitated, then said, "Yes, Master, but still, there must be a way."

"There is, cunt!"

"Master?"

"If you could serve me in the flesh, with your mouth, right now, would you?"

I heard her gasp, with pleasure and arousal. "Oh, yes, Master!"

"Would you suck me to orgasm, right there as you kneel, bound and exposed, like a common slut and whore?"

"Oh, please Master, I need it so bad!"

"And would you do so even while under punishment?"

"Oh, yes Master!"

I stood practically against the wall, my pants still concealing my equipment. I removed the partition.

"Oh, Master! Could I do it right here?"

"You can, and you will, cocksucker! Hold position, and keep your hands tied!"

I pulled two clothespins out of my pocket and clamped her nipples. Surprised, she gasped loudly at the unexpected pleasure/pain. I then unzipped my pants and revealed my erect cock.

She looked hungrily at it, almost lunged at it, but then said, "Master, may your slave suck your cock?"

"Not yet. Kiss the head once, then repeat, 'Master, your slave's mouth is yours', ten times."

I felt the ecstasy of her lips on my cock-head, with a brief, gentle caress of her tongue. She pulled back reluctantly, as ordered, and began, "Master, your slave's mouth is yours..."

Her repetitions were deep, sounding like she was being slowly fucked as she spoke. I watched through the opening in the wall and could see the clothespins bounce gently on her tits, and I could just make out her bound wrists as she moved her kneeling body. She finished, and waited for my next command.

"Yes, slave. Your mouth is mine. And now, I wish to use your slave-mouth, to pleasure my cock. Now, slave, suck me off!"

She filled her mouth with my cock, then deep-throated me on the second stroke. She sucked as a true slave, hungry for my cock, using her tongue lovingly and thoroughly on every stroke. As a slave in the flesh, she would need little coaching in sucking cock. It took less than five minutes to bring me to the edge.

"Slave--when I come, I'm going to withdraw for a second and come on your face. Then, I'll return to your mouth, and you can swallow the rest!"

She nodded, without breaking her rhythm.

I went over the edge and pulled out as I intended, my first spurt hitting her right between the eyes. I then plunged back into her mouth and emptied my balls. She groaned loudly, swallowing it all. I was glad the juke-box was turned up, otherwise we would have drawn an audience.

"Good, slave'"

"Oh, thank you, Master!"

I had a sudden, sadistic whim. I would test her with a humiliation to which I rarely subjected even my experienced slaves. First, I removed the clothespins from her breasts.

"Now, slut, you will release your hands, restore your blouse, rise, and walk straight out of the bar. You will not clean the come off your face until you return home. I will call you there."

I replaced the partition.

I heard her leave the restroom and cracked the door open to watch her exit.

She obeyed. I noticed a couple of men at the bar who saw her face in the dim light, registering shock.

I walked out myself, heading for my car.

She stood outside, waiting for me, my come still visible on her face.

For once, I, myself, was shocked, speechless.

"Master Ivan, I presume?"

"Yes, slave. You realize, you're disobeying my command by waiting here, and you'll have to be punished."

"Of course, Master."

"I had presumed you did not want to become a full-time slave in the flesh, that you had too many commitments with your work and your landlord..."

"Yes, Master. But it occurs to me that if I were to live with you, as your full-time slave in the flesh, I would no longer need to keep those commitments."

"Yes, slave."

"Do you still have an opening, Master, for a slut in your dungeon?"

"I believe I could provide such a position for the right cunt."

"And would I qualify for such a position, Master?"

I extended a finger, wiped up some of my come from her face and placed the finger in her mouth to be cleaned. She opened readily to accept it, and complied submissively, licking and sucking the finger sensuously until I removed it.

"I believe you might be very well qualified, slut. Shall we stop at your place and pick up your things?"

"That depends, Master."

"On what, my slave?"

"If I were to live with you as your slave, could you unchain me from time to time, to make a phone call?"

We both smiled. "Yes, cunt. That could be arranged. But still, you are being arrogant and impertinent, trying to set conditions for your enslavement and will have to be whipped as soon as I get you home."

"Of course, Master."

We left together, in my car.

For a gift, on her formal slave-initiation day, I gave her a charge-card issued by the local telephone company.


Master Ivan

Copyright © 1992

[Gladimeir15]

What benefits can somebody receives to get involved into slavery ?????????????????Just sayin

[mrivan]

What benefits can somebody receives to get involved into slavery ?????????????????Just sayin

We all have fantasies. Some people repress theirs, some enjoy them. And some enact those fantasies. Those who do so successfully do so with a high level of responsibility, understanding both the joy that can be derived and the costs involved when mistakes are made. With fantasies at this level, sometimes the pleasure that can be enjoyed reaches levels that stagger the imagination.

Different people identify with different roles. Some are Dominant, some are submissive. Most have the potential to be switches and play either role -- and they have a decided advantage.

There are also widespread opinions on the emotional chemistry involved. Some vanillas say such activities are damaging -- others who enjoy them within the scene say they're therapeutic. I think they can both be right, depending on how responsible and mature the participants are.

For myself -- its definitely more intense and more fun!