1/1
Slave:
Starting tonight, the first night of the new year, there will be some permanent changes.
You will no longer be permitted to use your bed or your chairs within your house.
The penalty for using a chair will be to sit in the same chair for one hour before the mirror with your large (two-inch) butt-plug inserted, ankles bound to the chair legs, and your hands bound behind the back of the chair. (This is to be done after your standard training.)
When you sleep, sleep on the floor at the foot of your bed. Attach your collar to a leg of the bed with a section of rope no more than two feet long (no longer). Have your glass available--you are not allowed to free yourself until morning. Each morning, before freeing yourself, you will drink the contents of the glass, if any.
If you violate any part of this sleeping arrangement, for any reason, your punishment will be to spend the following night on the floor on your back, with your ankles tied spread wide to the two legs of the bed, and wilth your wrists tied behind and under you. On such nights, you may not masturbate until the following morning's exercises are completed.
Master Ivan
1/2
Dearest Master:
Each change feels more and more natural. The thought occurred to me to get rid of my bed and chairs, but then I realized, they're yours, not mine. They are there to remind me of you and your ownership of me.
I did have to piss last night. I used the glass, and emptied it as commanded first thing in the morning, before releasing my collar rope.
I now have some six-inch heels. There is a specialty store downtown which sells them as well as some exotic lingerie. I can get some things there if you wish. Those heels are difficult to walk in, but I could make it through a day at work in them if you require it.
I do hope I bring you pleasure in these letters. I only wish I could feel your whip on my body.
Your slave,
Dora
1/2
Dear Pig:
It's fantasy night!
For tonight's exercise, you will need two wineglasses, your six-inch heels, your large and medium butt-plugs, four feet of rope, your collar (which you should always be wearing, anyway), and that large sized wrist-loop you used before.
First, drink a tall glass of water.
Insert both plugs. The medium plug in your ass, the large one in your pussy. Use the rope to hole them in place; pass the rope through your cunt-slit and tie tightly.
Put on your heels. Walk around the room a few times to feel what the heels and plugs do to you.
Now, place the wineglasses three feet apart in front of the mirror. Stand astride the wineglasses, with your feet outside them, spread wide. Finally, use the wrist-loop to bind your hands to the back of your collar.
Hold your position for the full hour. If you must piss before the hour is over, use the wineglasses, without untying your wrists. If any of the piss falls on the floor, lick it up immediately. At the end of the hour, drink down anything in the glasses. Also, if you knock over either glass, lick up the mess, then set the glass six inches further away before continuing.
With regard to your lingerie, I believe you already have a push-up bra which leaves the nipples exposed. (If you don't, get one.) Some other items: get a traditional bra which has cups one size too small for you. It should be wearable, but should compress your tits dramatically. Also, get a matching pair of panties which fit similarly. The goal here is tightness, not exposure.
I want you to buy a corselet which can also be tightened severely. It should leave your tits and cunt exposed.
Finally, find two burlap bags, and buy some leather thongs.
Master Ivan
1/3
Dearest Master
Tonight's exercise was intense, to say the least! You certainly made sure your slave was thoroughly degraded, not to mention well-fucked!
I drank a tall glass of water, then put in the plugs as commanded. That large one was something in my pussy! With both of them roped in, every move I made was transmitted right to my crotch! The heels just amplified everything on top of it all.
Walking around the room with both ass and cunt plugged, and with the heels, it was like being double-fucked. I don't know what I'd do if I had to go out onto the street like this...
I set up the wineglasses and stood in my position. It was clear already that I would not be able to hold back my piss for the whole hour. I roped my hands behind my collar and began my ordeal.
Looking at the mirror, I saw a whore. Not just a horny slut, but a real whore, in heels, brazenly exposing herself, getting fucked from both sides and begging for more. Indeed, my hips moved of their own accord, trying to fuck the very air itself to get off.
Needless to say, about twenty minutes into the hour, I had to squat over one of the glasses and piss. About half of it filled the glass, while the other half missed and splattered to the floor. I knelt and, struggling with my bound hands and plugged ass and cunt, licked it up off the floor.
I resumed my pose as a horny, thoroughly degraded whore, now with the taste and odor of piss all over my face and in my mouth keeping me company. Had I not been bound, I would have attacked my clit furiously. Ten or fifteen minutes later, I had to piss again. I used the second glass and spilled very little. I licked up those few drops of piss and again resumed my position.
With about twenty-five minutes to go, my leg muscles started getting very tired. To my horror, I slipped, and knocked over one of the full glasses of piss!
Now, my lips and tongue had to work overtime. It took a fair number of minutes, but I finally cleaned up the mess. I managed to twist around and reset the glass upright, in place, six inches further away from the other glass. Again, I resumed my position, spread even wider than before.
The last of the hour was uninterrupted, but I have not felt more like a slave since this started. Naked, blatantiy exposed, horny beyond belief, pussy and ass filled, piss in my mouth and all over my face, and posed like a walking obscenity. And on top of all that, I could not come while bound!
The hour ended, I knelt and drank down the remaining glass of piss. This time, there was no hesitation. I watched myself in the mirror and got it all down without stopping.
Remaining on my knees, I removed the rope from my two plugs and used them both to bring myself off. Now, I was the ultimate slut, and I truly understand what is meant by a slave in heat. Something was still missing, though. On my knees, I crawled over to the foot of the bed, where I still had the practice cock strapped in position. I began sucking it, while continuing to use both the plugs in my ass and cunt. My orgasm set a new record for intensity, and I nearly passed out when I came!
When finished, I remembered your commands. Leaving my heels on, I cleaned both plugs thoroughly with my mouth, then washed them both. On impulse, I laid out my clothes for tomorrow--a whorish, tight red blouse, black miniskirt, and the same heels I used tonight. A black scarf to cover my collar, and no underwear. In the morning, should my mood be hesitant, I will already be bound by my selection, and it will be the next best thing to having you here, whip in hand, to enforce your will.
Dearest Master, I need a real cock to suck, real hands to bind, chain and punish me, a real flesh and blood Master!
Your slave,
Dora
1/3
My Beloved Whore:
Your performance last night was impressive. It shows me how far you have come down the road to total degradation and enslavement.
Tonight, for your training, use the large plug in your ass. Before inserting it, clip the clothespins on your nipples. They come off when the plug is in.
Tomorrow, wear clothes similar to today's: short skirt, a whore's blouse, heels, no underwear.
Rope in both plugs for the day (the large one in your cunt, the medium one in your ass).
Think about your desires for a real flesh and blood Master as your ass is opened tonight, and as you humiliate yourself tomorrow. You still have a choice to end your enslavement.
With a real Master, your bonds will be inescapable, your degradation and servitude will be enforced by whip and strap, rope and chain, and your Master will hold all the keys.
You will be required to serve him both as servant and sex slave, and will serve his friends as well in both ways under the discipline of the lash.
Your enslavement in the flesh can be arranged.
But, do you want it?
Your orgasms were powerful, driven by fantasies of enslavement.
But suppose you were locked into a chastity belt, your ass penetrated by the largest butt-plug, made to suck the cocks of several of your Master's friends while being disciplined with a whip, and forbidden to come yourself?
Think carefully, slave-to-be. The last doors are about to close.
Master Ivan
1/5
Dearest Master
I followed all your instructions to the letter. The large plug was difficult to get in--it took fifteen minutes of patient and painful effort, but I succeeded. It is definitely a punishment, but one I can endure when you so command.
Interestingly, I had to use the piss glass again during the session--I think my masochistic side is really coming out in the open. I drank down the full glass of piss in seconds. The clothespins were on my tits for barely a minute.
Morning was interesting. During my half-hour cocksucking practice, I thought deeply about being forced to do things. The idea of serving as your cocksucker and serving your friends under the whip quickly got me wet. Even serving your female friends occurred to me--I found this idea even more degrading, yet more of a turn-on.
The chastity belt idea sort of caught me off-guard. My image of enslavement usually found me coming frequently while being forced to serve. The denial of my orgasm as discipline, punishment or your whim, sounds even more exotic. I decided this morning that, since I'd be wearing both plugs all day, I'd deny myself my usual morning orgasm and not masturbate until after tonight's training.
All day, I spent most of my time just a hair's breadth away from coming. I had to be careful moving, not only to avoid revealing my body, but to avoid moving the plugs around and setting myself off. I just kept reminding myself, "Master's pleasure comes first." I made several trips to the ladies room to dry my thighs.
Somehow, I made it home and into training without orgasm and with both plugs still in place. I don't think I've ever spent so much time being so aroused without coming.
When I finally finished my hour, I went right for my clit with both hands. After I was done exploding, and removed both plugs (Ouch!), it took several minutes of sustained effort to lick everything clean!
Am I ready to serve your every pleasure? Yes.
Am I ready to serve your friends? Whenever and however you command.
Am I ready to be subject to your direct discipline, to be forced to submit, to bear your punishments? Yes.
Am I ready to give up my job, my freedom, my will and dignity? Yes.
Command me to meet you, if you desire it. I will submit myself to you completely, whenever you wish.
Your slave,
Dora
1/7
Whore:
Your time to submit, if I wish it, may come soon. But, it will be a time of my choosing. Do not become impatient. I dispose of my property when and how I see fit.
If and when I call for you, you will bring all your possessions. You will dispose of your apartment and leave your job. From the first moment you are with me, I shall take complete control of your life.
I warn you again--think carefully. You may not, in spite of your training, be ready to endure the reality of enslavement.
A free woman can be naked. A slave-girl must be more than naked.
So, before tonight's training, shave your pussy. Keep it shaved.
If I accept you as slave, I may shave your head and not allow you to clothe your body until it grows back.
Master Ivan
1/7
Dearest Master
I am your whore, your slave. It was arrogant of me to push you. I shall try harder, in the future, to simply obey your commands.
My pussy is now shaved. I am already beginning to understand what you mean by "More than naked''. Now, during my training, I feel even more naked and exposed.
The thought of a shaved head was a shock! Even drinking piss is something I could dismiss by simply rinsing my mouth and trying to put it out of my mind. But shaving off my hair would be an irrevocable step, one with permanence, one which would clearly mark me as a slave for weeks or longer to anyone who sees me. (No doubt, you would not permit me to cover my head in public!)
The idea also seems to strike a strong personal chord within me. I've always been proud of my hair, and I frequently hide my face behind it when I'm feeling shy. You have taught me well that neither pride nor modesty are acceptable traits in a slave girl. Only now, I have learned how much further my training must go to make myself acceptable.
I shall neither beg for punishment nor plead for mercy. Nor shall I demand anything else. I shall simply say I am available for any use you care to make of me.
I am yours, completely.
Your slave,
Dora
1/9
Slave
You should, by now, have the tight bra and panty set I instructed you to get, as well as the burlap bags. Before tonight's training, you shall make your first official slave garments. In this case, it will be punishment garb.
You will take one burlap bag and cut through the two side seams completely, leaving only the short side joined. In this short side, cut a hole for your head to pass through. Put your head through the hole, draping the burlap over your front and rear. Tie one leather thong around your waist to hold it in place.
While wearing this garment, you will use material from the second bag to make burlap linings for the bra and panties. Sew them in permanently. The linings should cover the entire inside of the panty and all of the cups of the bra.
When finished, remove the bag and put on the bra and panty set. You shall wear the set until your exercises are done. (No butt plugs tonight.)
I shall direct you occasionally to wear the bra and panty set under your street clothes outside as punishment. The bag will be your indoor slave-garb when you have permission to wear it.
I am considering now whether or not to take you on as my slave-in-the-flesh, or perhaps to sell you, give you away to another Master or Mistress, or abandon you altogether.
If I take possession of you, you will be expected to discard all you own except for whatever street clothes you have which meet my criterion and your small collection of training gear.
Take some time to reconsider your submission, at least a few days.
Consider the fact that when you become my property, you will almost immediately be given a severe initiatory whipping with a Malacca cane, while gagged and chained up on tip-toe.
There will be no romance. I will not show you love or mercy, although I may show love to other women and require you to assist and serve. You may very well spend nights in a cage watching me love others.
I promise only to abuse you daily, to use you frequently, and to enforce my will upon you completely.
Master Ivan
1/10
Dearest Master
Until last night, I thought burlap bags were made for potatoes! For the rest of my life, I shall hold the deepest respect for burlap, as it represents the harsh hand of your punishments!
The bag was done in minutes. Once I put it on, I felt its effects in seconds! My nipples were being attacked by sandpaper, and everywhere it touched my flesh, I felt like I was sunburned!
The bra and panties took nearly an hour to finish. Wearing the relatively loose bag, I shuddered to think what the punishment set would feel like.
I put on the panties first. They crawled right into my ass and pussy and quickly made me regret doing so. The bra was just as bad. My already sensitized nipples were crushed in the grip of sandpaper, while the surrounding (What did you call it, breast-meat?) was on fire.
The hour was sheer hell. I spent much of it trying to remember offenses I might have committed to justify my suffering. Finally, I realized that you need no reason to punish your slave. If it pleases you, I must endure it.
To say the least, I removed the set immediately at the end of the hour and spent some time massaging my poor tits and crotch.
Speaking of punishments, it just occurred to me that I violated a rule last night and must be punished. It was right after I put out the lights and roped my collar to the foot of the bed; I realized I had forgotten to bring my piss-glass within reach.
I tried to simply make it through the night without it, but as you might expect, I needed to piss long before morning.
I released my collar rope, got the glass, and reattached the rope. (I noticed afterwards that I left much less slack in the rope, although I didn't plan it that way.) I pissed in the glass and went back to sleep.
In the morning, I drank down the piss before starting my cocksucking practice.
Tonight, I shall sleep in punishment bonds, as ordered: on my back, feet spread wide tied to the bedposts, hands bound under me behind my back.
Your punished slut,
Dora
1/11
Slave:
The burlap bag is to be worn when you are at home but engaged in personal activities. When you sleep or do your training, remain naked.
You are to begin discarding your free-woman's garb. Save two changes of conservative clothes, as well as a minimal amount of bad-weather garb.
The rest must go soon.
Master Ivan
1/11
Dearest Master
After last night's experience with "Punishment Garb", the standard exercises were a vacation!
I've dumped more than half of my old clothes. I'm still deciding between a few options, but I'll have it down to the required two sets in a day or two.
I'm discovering another benefit of my training: slaves travel light!
I have a weekend off on the 13th and 14th.
Your devoted slave,
Dora
1/12
Slut:
On the 13th, put on your punishment garb under a short skirt, heels and a tight top. Wear the smallest plug in your cunt. Leave your house early, do what you wish, but stay out at least ten hours.
For training on the 13th, use the large plug in your ass, sit, spread your legs around the two wineglasses and rope your hands behind your collar (like the last time).
On the 14th, you will remain naked and indoors the entire day.
Train as usual, but wear your clothespins for the last thirty minutes.
Master Ivan
1/12
Dearest Master
I'm both excited and afraid of this weekend. One hour in that set was hell. Can I take ten hours, and while moving around in public? Again, I'm back to the only correct answer: as your slave, I must.
Training was uneventful tonight, but I'm feeling your harsh eyes watching me again. And its turning me on.
Your whore,
Dora
1/13
Dearest Master-
I asked for it, and I got it. Today was a living hell which went beyond eroticism into pure punishment. I'm quite exhausted, but I'll give you a few thoughts of what I have learned.
My tits, cunt and ass are your property, not mine. If I dare to conceal them, they should be punished.
I walked the streets as a free woman. It is only proper that every move I made be answered with pain.
What little twinges of pleasure I took from the small plug were simply reminders of what was denied me today, and of your ownership of me.
I learned that I can endure more punishment than I think I can, and that I can trust you to train me well.
Your slave,
Dora
I/14
Dearest Master
I was not permitted to dress today. I spent the day cleaning, discarding the rest of my free-woman's clothes and putting my affairs together. I spent my idle time at the mirror or practicing my cocksucking.
I live to serve you as slave. I am ready to submit to you on any terms you name. I will endure whatever you impose upon me.
Your slave,
Dora
1/15
Slave:
You may not masturbate today. Attach your wrists to your collar with only enough slack in the rope to allow your hands to reach your tits. Train in standard position, but restore your wrist-ropes when finished. Sleep with the ropes in place.
In the morning, leave the wrist-ropes on for your cocksucking practice. Play with your tits as much as you like. And wear the medium butt-plug in your ass for the entire day.
But do not touch your pussy for twenty-four hours.
If you violate this program in any way, you will wear your punishment underwear and the large butt-plug in your ass to work.
Master Ivan
1/16
Dearest Master
It was a very exciting twenty-four hours. I don't want to tell you how close I came to punishment when I had to piss and use toilet paper. If you had me plug my cunt, I wouldn't have made it.
I thought frequently about chastity belts. How long can they be worn? How long could I endure wearing one? A fantasy came to me: you locked me into a chastity belt for a week, and made me spend every night with your cock in my mouth.
Somehow, I obeyed. At about twenty-four hours and thirty seconds, I had an orgasm that must have waked the neighbors...
Your slut,
Dora
1/17
Slave-
I am pleased.
Tonight, you sleep in punishment bonds.
Tie the large plug in your ass. Take a towel and soak it with your piss. Place it on the floor to be your pillow tonight. Put on your punishment bra. Tie your ankles wide to the bedposts, like last time, but with you lying face-down. Now, rope your hands behind your back.
As you go through the night, think of what punishments I might impose upon you for failing to properly submit your ass for fucking, or for failing to drink my piss gracefully from my cock, or for masturbating without permission. You might easily be punished in such a fashion for several days running, simply on my whim. Perhaps I might have a free woman lover in bed with me as you suffer.
It is time for your last decision before total and irrevocable enslavement.
In the morning, after your training, if you still wish to submit to me completely and unconditionally, mail me the key to your collar.
Master Ivan
1/18
Dearest Master-
Last night's punishment was brutal. My tits will be sore for days.
With the towel soaked in piss, my face was bathed in it, and I breathed and tasted it all night. I was sore, degraded, exposed and thoroughly punished. And every time I thought of suffering it all by your command, my cunt started juicing. The most punishing part of it was not being able to masturbate.
It will be much more exciting when I am actually punished by your own hands, directly, and when I am no longer able to free myself.
I have no questions or doubts. Here is the key to my collar. I have no duplicate key, and I will not be able to unlock it myself.
I am able to move on twenty-four hours notice.
Your slave,
Dora
1/19
Slave-
I am ready to take possession of you.
Tomorrow night, shut down your post office box. You will have left your job, closed down your apartment and packed your suitcase. Be in front of the post office building at 7 PM.
Wear your push-up bra under a low cut red blouse, four inch heels with ankle straps, short black skirt and no stockings or other underwear. Do not cover your collar.
Stand outside the building. Place the suitcase on the ground beside you and join your wrists behind you, as if bound. Separate your feet twelve inches.
I will observe you for a time before I pick you up. You will be punished severely if you disobey.
7 PM tomorrow: Your freedom ends, and real slavery begins.
Master Ivan
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