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Camille's Indecent Proposal
by Blacklace (bisbee11@primenet.com)

***

I caressed the pain as I did his cock. Needless to say, 
we never made it to the bath tub. My ass was raw and 
welted by the time he came in a gush in my mouth. I 
lapped up every drop of his cum like a suckling babe. He 
then probed my cunt to explore my piercings. I had been 
denied for so long it was hard to keep from cumming the 
instant he touched me but I knew better. And shortly 
Master was hard again and he penetrated me deeper and 
harder then I had ever been. (MF, d/s, s/m, toys, exh, 
beast)

***

Author note: The materials in this story is not suitable 
for anyone under the age of 18. If you are disgust by 
BDSM please read no further. MF, sex-fetish. bestiality 
all characters and acts are fictional.

***

Steve had done his homework much to my surprise. But 
then nothing about Steve should have surprised me. He 
was successful, intelligent and completely charismatic. 
I had long since fallen in love with him.

I met Steve by chance. At least, I believed that it was 
chance encounter. But I now wonder. I was sitting alone 
at small quiet Bistro, that I light to frequent. I was 
sipping a Cognac and was lost in the rhythms of the jazz 
singer. I did not see him enter but I felt his awesome 
presence as he took the place beside me at the bar. He 
was tall, red headed with an understated look of success 
but you immediately knew that he got whatever he wanted. 
Especially woman!

I was stunned when he asked me if I came here often. I 
not the type of woman that this type of drop dead 
gorgeous man tends to be attracted to. I am smart and 
somewhat pretty, a pound or two over weight. I have 
caramel colored skin and glasses that I slid to the side 
as he began spoke to me.

He order me another and one for himself and we retired 
to a quiet table at the back.

We talked for hours. Not of business, but of places and 
dreams and feeling. I did not know what he did, where he 
was from. But knew instantly, that I loved him and that 
somehow our future would entwined. As the evening drew 
to a close, we looked around to see that the singer had 
long since retired for the evening. We were quite alone.

Steve looked at his watch for the first all evening. "I 
need to go." I gave him my number. "Camille, let me 
drive you home." 

"I live just around the corner." So we walked. 

He said goodnight. In an instant he was gone. I know 
this kind of man, this dream, would never call. I had 
learned that much in 35 years. So I decided to enjoy the 
evening for what it was and not ruin it by wishing for 
what would never be. You see, I am realist and perhaps a 
tad bit jaded. Experience in this town taught me that. 
So I went on with life and true to my expectation I 
heard nothing from Steve.

Three or four months went by and he was there as 
suddenly as he was there. "Remember me?" 

"Yes," I said softly. Unable to hide the smile which 
betrayed my feelings.

"Yes, it's good to see you again." 

I decided not to lead with any of the several sarcastic 
comments that could have escaped my mouth. "Sorry I did 
not call I was out of the country." He then told me that 
he was a "venture" capitalist of sorts with a bent for 
offbeat but profitable deals. He ran a company of 
diverse people who could put interesting deal together 
all over the world. 

I could tell that he had power and influence that he was 
not afraid to use. But why was he attracted to me. I was 
smart, yes! Good at what I did, recruit people. But I 
was again lost in his presence. We talked and closed the 
place again. He walked me home and asked me for a kiss 
and after lingering a bit, he was gone again.

Now I was totally confused and in love. I realized I 
still knew little about him. Not even his last name so I 
could check out his story. So I went back to my life but 
the vision of Steve nagged on just below the surface. 

Months later things took an incredible turn. I had a 
dark secret that I had not revealed to Steve or anyone 
else besides few trusted partners. Over the last 5 years 
I had become a lifestyle submissive. During the week I 
went about my normal vanilla life and on the weekend I 
was tied and tortured and humiliated. It was a passion 
no ordinary man could sate. I never revealed this to 
Steve.

One day several months hence, two men knocked at my 
door, They said they worked for Woodward Ventures. I 
came close to slamming the door in their faces when they 
produced a letter from Steve. 

"Camille, my dear, I hope that you remember the wonder 
discussions we had at Chez Kaya's. Indulge me! Come with 
these gentleman who are in my employ.

They will see to your welfare, I promise. I 
unfortunately could not come myself. Steve."

Stunned to disbelief. I asked the two well dressed me to 
give me five to get my act together. I dressed quickly 
in a simple a short black dress that highlighted all my 
best features. I looked in the mirror glad that my hair 
was freshly braided, nails done to perfection. I reached 
down and remember the freshly shaven pubis and wondered 
if I would get the opportunity to explain all this to 
Steve. When I was ready and I left my house flanked my 
Steve's men. I entered a limo with ‘WA' on the side. I 
was asked to make self comfortable. There was a set of 
head phones in the back. "The boss would like you to 
listen."

"Camille, my dear." It was Steve's voice. "We have been 
holding out on each other. You never told about your 
little weekend extra curricula activities." How in the 
name of God did he know about that. "And I did not tell 
you my affinity for sweet little chocolate slaves. So 
now is the time see how serious we both are. I have a 
proposal... You have 5 minutes and 5 minutes only to 
decide. I offer you 1 million dollars to be my total 
absolute slave to do with as I please for a period I 
deem appropriate. 

During that time I will pay all your expenses at the end 
of your service to me you will have a Swiss bank account 
in your name with a balance of one million dollars. But 
you much come now, leave all identity behind. Leave your 
old life and all your free choice. My pet consider, do 
you really want to live the life of a slave? I will tell 
you nothing more than a promise not kill you or maim you 
in anyway. Now decide, my pet." With that the recording 
ended in utter earth shattering silence. A small gold 
stop watch was handed to me. My mind was reeling in 
disbelief. I knew Steve was powerful mysterious but I 
had not a clue of his dark side and..and wondered just 
how dark that side might it be.

My first instinct was to flee. But Steve had done his 
homework well. He knew of my failed marriage, my 
restlessness, my sense of adventure and reckless nature. 
My business was slow and I had creeping money 
problems...But total power exchange in its purest form. 
I had played at being a slave. Nothing more and only 
fantasized about such things. But the reality of living 
it???? I looked up and 3 minutes had passed when I took 
note of my body. My nipples stood erect, cunt dripping, 
my skin tingling. I was stunned by my own reaction. I 
always considered my decisions, sorted out all the 
facts. Now I did not have any of that but was making 
perhaps the most important decision of my life. Before I 
knew it my words betrayed me as well and I uttered yes 
Steve, yes yes!"

In a instant a contract was placed in front of me that 
laid out the terms in Steve's recording it was signed by 
me and witnessed. The agreement was complete as was my 
enslavement. One of the men handed me a cell phone. It 
was Steve. "I am so pleased you have decided to join our 
little family." I whispered my fear.

"Don't be frightened, pet. Your joys have only just 
begun. I have a few orders for you. Before you come to 
me you must be properly prepared. My men will see to 
your preparation and I will be anxiously awaiting your 
arrival. Follow their orders as if they were from my 
lips. Now. my pet, remove all you clothes immediately 
and leave then there. You have no further need of them. 
My drivers are quite use to this, so fear not. You will 
be making a stop along the way." 

I started to protest.

His tone markedly changed, Steve said, "Pet, I will let 
that go! As you are new to my service. And not use to 
your new life. Again and you will be punished. You have 
no voice unless I permit you one. When we meet I will 
let you know my commands. But until them I can assure 
you that I have incredible ways to teach a wayward 
slave." Steve laughed ominously. I shuddered with fear 
and said no more.

As I took off me clothes I considered that this was 
going to be a very long limo ride. And indeed it was, 
giving me lots of time naked, exposed and vulnerable, 
wondering just what I had gotten myself into. I was 
really a novice and knew that things went on in the 
scene that I had no clue about.

I was well going to find out so I settled in the silence 
of my thoughts. I notice the limo slowing and we pulled 
into a long driveway of a very elegant Victorian house 
set well back from the road. I asked if this was Steve's 
house and the men said..."The house of your Master??? 
that is how you are to refer to him...No....This is the 
house of Lady Helga. She is to see to your preparation 
before you are presented to Master." I nodded and was 
escort naked and shivering to her door.

I was greeted by an elegant statuesque woman in her 
early 30's stunning clad in a long flowing kimono. She 
was blonde and of German decent with a hint of an 
accent. "My dear, you must be freezing. That naughty 
Steve..." She was a warm inviting sight in my confused 
state but I was to learn that she was not one to be 
under estimated. "Let's get you to bed. We will deal 
with this in the morning." 

I had not considered the lateness of the hour or how 
completely, exhausted I was. Lady Helga lead me upstairs 
and escorted me to a small but comfortable bedroom. She 
instructed me to get some rest we would have a busy day 
ahead. As she left I heard her mutter "What has an 
interesting new toy Steve has brought himself this 
time." I was too tired to consider her words more and 
off to sleep I went.

I woke to a glorious day. It took a few minutes to come 
complete to my senses. Remembering my predicament and 
the uncertainties of my new life. I looked for my 
clothes and they were nowhere to be found. At that very 
instant, Lady Helga as if sensing my confusion, 
sauntered into my room.

"Looking for your clothes, my dear. Get use to doing 
without. I dare say, your new Master likes his property 
utterly naked unless ordered by him to be otherwise. He 
wants you properly marked and identified. But all that 
is to come, for now get bathed and come downstairs for 
breakfast we have much to discuss."

I rushed though my toilet realizing that it took lots 
less time if one was to be unclothed at the end. As I 
walked down to breakfast I had time to admire the 
elegance of this old but well kept house. I arrived in 
the dining room and Lady Helga beckoned me to sit. A 
scantily dressed houseboy brought coffee and juice and 
asked me what I would like. "Eat well my dear you will 
need all you strength and Steve hates undernourished 
slave." 

My appetite had return with a vengeance and I ate 
heartily.

Helga began to spoke as I ate. "Steve sent you to me 
because you are very new to all this and he comes and 
goes far too much to be about the business of training 
of a new slave. When you go to him you will be well 
attuned to his likes and dislikes. You have been given a 
wonderful gift, becoming the property of Steve." I 
listen intently as Helga continued. "You will question 
nothing that is to take place, nothing. We will never 
put you in danger. You may be order to do things you 
find degrading, debasing or humiliating. 

"Again, I stress you will neither question nor resist. 
You will comply without hesitation. You will follow 
every order without question, hesitation or comment. You 
ask permission to speak at all times. If you are put 
beyond your limits of your endurance you will be given 
codes to let us know. You will be punished for any 
infraction to the rules and I assure you will not like 
that process. You will be pleasured as your behavior 
warrants."

"The first stage of your training will be to have you 
properly marked and identified." I felt like a piece of 
cattle and soon found out that was not too far from 
wrong. "First you will be fitted with a silver collar 
with a single ring much like O received." 

I had forgotten how I had mooned over the story of O and 
now I was living her reality. "The collar will be locked 
at all times and Steve and I will retain the only keys. 
The collar will remain in place for the length of your 
service." I nodded. Instantly a man appear and took some 
measurements from my neck. A short time later a 
magnificent silver collar was secured to my neck and 
locked. 

It was amazing the effect the sound of that lock had on 
me. The tear ran uncontrolled down my cheeks. Not out of 
sadness but of the culmination of emotion. "Weep not, my 
dear. When you are properly trained and ready you will 
have a proper collaring ceremony." 

Lady Helga inspected the collar and when she indicated 
her approval the goldsmith took his leave. Helga then 
place a tag on the single rings that said "slave and 
cherished Property of Master Steve" It bore a strange 
insignia which appeared to be Celtic in origin. I would 
come to know this well. Helga indicated by the end of 
the day it would be totally apparent who I belonged to. 
I quietly wondered what next would be in store for me.

Helga lead me downstairs to the basement where there was 
a small but well equipped dungeon. In the corner, I 
noticed a fully equipped medical area. I was lead there 
and restrained with my feet raised in stirrups. I was 
given a full medical internal exam and blood drawn. To 
assure I was disease free. After that various people 
appeared. 

I was fitted for a steel charity belt, corsets, 
incredible high shoes, slutty outfits and elegant but 
revealing gowns. The list went on and on. That 
complete... I was re-restrained to the medical table but 
this time much more securely. I was informed that I 
would be pierced for the first time I uttered a gasp 
terror. Helga grasped a viscous looking whip and cracked 
against my exposed clit. I shrieked!

"Do you have a problem my dear?"

I whimpered, "No, Lady Helga." I knew that I was going 
to have to find the means within myself to endure what 
was to come. I would have to learn to find the pleasure 
in the pain and the abashment that was to come. I was 
without hope of rescue or escape and... I had consented 
to this I written my own contract for pleasure or hell. 
I searched my soul and wondered, could I endure? Would I 
rebel? Am I really this wanton slut I had pretended to 
be?

I knew that I would have ample time to understand lots 
of things about myself that I never knew was there.

I could see preparations being made around my clit area 
and navel and nipples. I braced. I knew this was the 
most intense experience yet. I had considered piecing in 
the past but never so many and all at once. First my 
nipples were prepared, I could hardly watch. Lady H. 
flicked the crop over each one to bring them to 
attention. I have full breast with large round areolas 
which make for an excellent target. It was obvious part 
of my training had begun in terms testing my pain 
limits. My nipples reddened and erect Lady H gave the 
piercer the go ahead. I heard the pop of the needle and 
blinding pain ensure...

I let out a deafening shrill. When the pain subsided a 
bit I looked down to find a beautiful gold ring encasing 
my nipple with diamond chip." A gift from your new 
Master, my dear." The process continued to the other 
nipple and to the clit area. Each time the area was 
viciously assaulted by the sting of the whip or crop.

I was at the limits of my endurance when it was over. 
Lady H figured my cunt to find me dripping wet. She 
giggled do we have a little pain slut in the making.

She then informed for the next month I could not touch 
myself or cum until were things healed a bit. I was 
horny as hell. We'll just have to concentrate on your 
other un- pierced holes... hee hee hee!"

The bonds were released. I was too weak for much more. 
The pain between my legs was throbbing. I was helped to 
bed and dinner and off to sleep. Day one of my 
enslavement was complete.

I awoke after another night of weirdly erotic dreams and 
as I touched each of the newly pierced area. I smiled a 
bit knowing that they were a gift from my yet unseen 
Master. I began to wonder why he had gone to these 
elaborate lengths and what exactly would be in store for 
me and when I was to be presented to him. I asked Lady 
Helga at breakfast. She explained that Master had very 
specific likes in his slaves. She was a long time friend 
of his and at one time had been one of his slave when 
she was very young. That he only had one slave at a 
time. 

The arrangements were much the same as hers. That way 
when he tired of a slave it he would assure her care 
after she left his service. She indicated that sometimes 
this arrangement last several years sometime more 
sometime less. Occasionally arrangements were made to 
loan one out for a period of time to an important 
client.

When I was properly trained I would be able to travel 
with Master. He had a modified dungeon on board his jet, 
full dungeons in each of his homes and access to others 
in places that he traveled. I would not be expected to 
do household duties, he had a staff for that. He will 
use your body as he sees fit and will expect you to 
service him fully." Master has one interesting like. He 
loves sharing his slaves with his male dogs. He keeps a 
cage in the house for his slave and the dogs to share. 
He has Sheppard and Dobermans and Rotwielders...

I was speechless. Everything else she explained to me 
was erotic but this humiliation... how could I endure 
it. 

I nodded. 

Helga continued. "Master never uses the toilet alone. 
You will be there to assist him and drink all fluids 
from his cock as cum and piss alike as required. You 
will use the bathroom only with permission and where you 
are told to go." 

'I can't do that.' The words escaped without thought out 
of utter amazement and disgust. 

"You can and you will. You are his property and you will 
or face incredible punishment."

So the rules are a quite simple: "In his presence you 
must ask permission to speak and to use the toilet. You 
will be unclothed unless otherwise instructed. You may 
never leave the house without permission and unescorted.

You will be available for use or service at anytime. You 
will given time each day for yourself and to discuss 
your needs. You will not question, make excuses or 
debate. Any infraction will be followed by appropriate 
punishment. You will use the word Yellow when you 
approach your limits and red when you can endure no 
more."

"Camille, my dear, do you understand?" I nodded yes. I 
now knew fully what I had gotten myself into. She left 
me alone with my thoughts and the reality of my 
predicament. As she was leaving the room I asked 
permission to ask on additional question. "When do I go 
to my Master" She responded in about a month's time when 
my piercing were a bit more healed. And that would 
provide ample time for training. "Steve is out of the 
country at present.

By the way do you have a passport?" "Yes, Maim" She 
would get Steve's men to retrieve it. Also that they 
paid off all my bills and the mortgage on my house and 
were having it taken care of while I was gone. I was 
stunned...aside from a few now irate clients no one 
would miss me... Now alone with my thoughts... I tried 
to visualize the life the lay ahead of me. Since I left 
home I had always been very independent. Even during my 
marriage. Never had a protector or truly submitted to 
any man. 

I know the undoing of my marriage was just that. And 
what lead me into the scene. And now I was totally 
dependent, submissive. protected by a Master who I knew 
little of but whom I love and blindly put my trust in. 
That was a purely an emotional decision. That was my 
training for the day. Alone in the silence of my 
thoughts and the nagging ache of my newly pieced body.

The next morning. Helga told me that we would complete 
the identification process. A tattoo with Steve's family 
crest like the one on my collar would be place on my 
shoulder. I did not know at the time my ass was being 
reserved for something else. Helga showed me that she 
bore a similar tattoos. "My dear as you come to love and 
understand your Master you will be proud to bare his 
markings." The tattoo was a piece of cake compared to 
the piercing.

The first month of my enslavement went quickly. I had 
become use to the rigors of Lady Helga's training. My 
piercings were healing well. I had learned the art of 
massage. I also learned about Steve's business empire 
which was even more vast than I imagined. But most I 
learned to be truly submissive. To give my will over 
without hesitation or question. That at times proved 
more difficult than I expected. 

Lady Helga seem to have a knack for finding just the 
right bottoms to push to bring out those pockets of 
resistance, rebellion and retrain them. Punishment was 
often long hours of confinement in small cage and no 
access to the bathroom. Sitting crammed in my own piss 
and not allowed to touch myself or suspended by my hand 
so my toes just barely touched the ground. Never did 
punishment involve whippings as we were both quick to 
find out that I was a burgeoning pain slut.

I had never been with a woman. Lady Helga taught me to 
service her orally and crave the sweat juice of her 
cunt. I had never really had much anal sex but since my 
cunt was off limits that was soon to change. I was given 
enema's and expected not to waste a drop which proved 
almost comical at first. But over time I was able to do 
it flawlessly. Lady H would routinely have me go about 
the day activities with a butt plug in place or ream me 
with a monstrous strap-on. 

She always kept my ass well redden and in the last few 
weeks the implement of choice was her much beloved cane. 
She was a stern, demanding Mistress but loving and 
understanding. She caressed and held me when she knew 
that I had gone to my limits and beyond. Assured me that 
I was protected and cherished and loved. Most evenings 
near exhaustion, we would talk. I was allowed free time 
to express my feeling, fears and joys. We chatted almost 
like girlfriends.

I knew it would prove difficult to leave her house. But 
it was apparent to all that I was indeed ready. I had 
changed much. I longed the touch of my still silent and 
mysterious Master. The day of my departure finally 
arrived.

I was attended to all morning like a lady-in- waiting. 
Bathed and massaged, perfumed and oiled. My make-up 
flawless. I was fitted with a stunning black brocade 
corset that exposed my breast. A delicate chain was 
attached to my nipple rings which dangled lightly over 
the corset. Seamed black stockings were attached to the 
garters and black 4 inch heels that showed my legs off 
beautifully. My hair had been re-braided the day before 
and my nails and feet done to perfection. I was encased 
in a leather hobble skirt that restricted my movements. 
I was not able to move without assistance. The same two 
men appeared to pick me up. I was a vision, transformed 
to a slut/lady. My eyes were cast on the ground. Lady H 
placed a full length ermine cape over my shoulders and I 
knew that I was ready. She kissed me and held me and 
whispered how proud she was of me. In an instant... I 
was on my way. 

It was about a 30 minute drive. We arrived at the gate 
of a rambling estate that was barely visible from the 
road. This house was much different from Lady Helga's. 
This was far more masculine sober but tasteful reeking 
of old money not new. The limo slowed to a stop and I 
was helped to the door. I was greeted by an ancient 
butler and the men took me to the study. They laid me on 
a leather sofa and told me the Master would be with me 
directly. I barely had time to observe my new surrounds 
when Steve appeared.

I whispered "Good evening Master" and cast my eyes back 
down to the floor. He removed my cape and lifted me in 
his powerful arms and without uttering a single word he 
kissed me. A kiss so passionate that I could feel the 
fire of it deep within my soul. I was his.

"Welcome, my precious pet. I see Helga has done her 
usual fine job of preparation. You are a vision. Much 
change from our first encounter. And my dear you are 
mine. I am pleased you accepted my offer without 
hesitation. I know that it was a strange way for me to 
acquire a slave but due to the mature of my business I 
must have absolute discretion and privacy. I expect that 
from you at all times. You will be fitted with a 
discreet diamond collar that you will wear when we are 
out in public. You will introduced as my significant 
other. You will call me Steve, but with the confines of 
the house you will call me Master. Do you understand, 
Camille?"

"Yes, Master, I understand and promise to abide your 
rules."

"Now remove your skirt and let me admire my newly 
acquired property." I did as ordered.... "Magnificent, 
my dear!!!" The corset reminded on. Helga had lace it 
well I felt stately despite the fact I was mere 5' 2" 
height.. Master towered over me. He examined me and 
seemed satisfied that I was properly prepared. He was 
clad in a black trouser and silk smoking jacket. "My 
dear, this evening I have ordered a light supper and 
early to bed. I have cleared my schedule for the next 
week to attend to the rest of your training. For now I 
would be shown to my room." He order me to be down 
stairs for dinner in half an hour totally nude.

A maid showed me to a room upstairs that appeared to 
adjoined Master's. It was beautifully decorated with a 
much more feminine hand than the rest of the house. I 
wondered what slave had preceded me here. I got the 
impression that it had been redone for me. The colors, 
soft mute teals were my favorite. A brief inspection of 
the closet revealed a carefully selected wardrobe, for 
play, business and formal... everything. 

There was a lap top and business journals. I suspected 
that Steve had plans that had yet to imagine. There was 
stereo with well select collection of CD's It was 
obvious that Steve had done his homework and was making 
every effort to make me comfortable. But I was frankly a 
bit uneasy. I knew that he would want much in return. 
Was I up to the task I knew I was soon to find out just 
how dark his dark side would be. But for this evening it 
was going to be the loving side of my new Master that I 
would experience. I walked downstairs gingerly, by now 
use to being nude around the servants, thanks to Lady H. 
I found the dining room.

"Sit next to me, my pet. For this evening speech 
restrictions are off. We will talk as we did in the 
Bistro where we first met. As supper is not quite ready. 
I would like you to take a walk with me and meet so 
'friends of mine."

Stupid me thought he meant people. He lead me to a large 
room at the very back of the house, that adjoined the 
garden, Instantly I knew that...it was not people. I had 
forgotten Helga comments about his 'love for dogs' In 
the room were 4 large cages the last one empty, large 
than the others. The other 3 house three large male dogs 
who seem to look at me with baited breathe. I tried not 
to show my terror. He released each one. Each went right 
for my pubic area... But Steve held them back, "There 
will be plenty of time for that later boys." I was 
trembling. Steve giggled, "They like you and I guarantee 
you will come to love them." 

Shaken I left the room filled with the vision of being 
raped by those huge dogs.

Supper was ready when we returned. We chatted as 
promised. He did most of the talking and soon we retired 
to his bedroom. "You may undress me and prepare my bath 
and massage." It was the first time that I had seen him 
naked. I undressed him and drew a warm bath as I had 
been told he liked. He was a stunning man muscular, 
massive shoulder. trim waist and a huge penis even in 
its now flaccid state. 

As I undressed him he ordered me to my knees and told me 
to show him how well I could attend to his cock. I 
dropped to my knees and took his cock in my hands as I 
stroked it swelled to massive proportions. I knew why 
Lady H had use such massive strap-on's. She was 
preparing me for this. The instant I tasted his cock and 
felt it buried deep inside of me I would be enslaved to 
it and him forever. As I sucked and rubbed and licked. A 
cane appeared from nowhere. It cracked viciously across 
my ass. And another and... Each time I sucked the cane 
would strike. I knew better than to miss a beat. 

I caressed the pain as I did his cock. Needless to say, 
we never made it to the bath tub. My ass was raw and 
welted by the time he came in a gush in my mouth. I 
lapped up every drop of his cum like a suckling babe. He 
then probed my cunt to explore my piercings. I had been 
denied for so long it was hard to keep from cumming the 
instant he touched me but I knew better. And shortly 
Master was hard again and he penetrated me deeper and 
harder then I had ever been. And this time it took him 
considerably longer to cum. I was senseless. The cane 
dance, the passion, he ended by depositing his seed in 
my ass almost ripping me apart. I slept for the first 
time as contented conquered slave.

When I woke Master was already awake. "I am early riser, 
pet. You will need to get use to that because I will 
expect you to be up before me."

"Yes, Master" I said groggily know that I was anything 
but a morning person.

"Your training will begin in earnest. We will go thru 
the morning routine. You will be up and have coffee and 
paper by my side as well as my cane. You will not use 
the bathroom. When that is ready you will awaken me by 
stroking and sucking my cock. No other way. If am 
awakened before that you will punished. Once awake you 
will accompany me to the bathroom and serve as my toilet 
consuming my morning piss. Then you will be allowed to 
shower and use the toilet." I nodded.

"Yes, Master" only beginning to come to my sense feeling 
the twinge of my bruised ass. "Then I will enjoy my 
coffee and paper as you make me cum, sharing the cane if 
you have been a good slave. While I shower and shave you 
will feed a attend to the dogs." 

I knew this was going to be a job I hated. Then we will 
breakfast together. There will be free space for 
conversations when we can air your concerns. I will also 
give you the orders for the day. Your room is also free 
space I will not enter unless invited. I have tried to 
have it arranged to your liking. If there is something 
you need, please let me know. When I am out of town you 
will sleep in your room. He hugged me and told me he was 
pleased so far and was sure I would be marvelous slave.

As he let me go he said "slave, I need to use my 
toilet." I knelt in the walk in shower and received his 
urine in my mouth and face and cunt. I almost gagged. 
But over time I came to cherish this act of humiliation. 
We showered and he dressed.. "Later I will show what 
need be done with the dogs but for this morning. At 
breakfast he explained that today we would play....

In the basement was a fully equipped dungeon. After 
breakfast he had some calls to attend to so I could go 
to my room..  The dungeon was incredible. It was down a 
set of winding stair with a ornate iron gate. The walls 
were brick and the ceiling had been raised to 
accommodate suspensions. There was fully equipped 
examining table, St Andrew cross, a whipping horse, a 
cage, suspension slings. table, chair. Wall full of 
whip, floggers, restraints ropes chains cuffs, vibrator, 
dildo. plugs, gags, needles, clamps... Everything you 
could imagine. Candles, ice etc. I was in awe. "Now, you 
will always enter this dungeon on your knees and crawl 
unless you are told otherwise.

"You are to cast your eyes cast on the ground. You will 
not speak except to call a safe word and you will never 
cum here unless instructed. "Now pay homage to me by 
licking my boots." He had donned leather jack boots a 
leather vest and pants. I did as I was told. The 
debasement and humiliation were new to me and the most 
difficult to deal with.

"Now bitch," his tone much different from before. "Crawl 
to the cage and enter.". He blindfolded me and locked me 
in. He cuffed my hands around the back so I was forced 
on my knees. He put a chain thru the loop on my collar 
and the cage further immobilizing me. My ass raised, he 
shoved a large butt plug in. "Bitch, you better keep it 
place till I get back. With that he was gone. I could 
hear the metal gate close as he left. It was quiet for 
sometime after that. I was aching all over.

I heard the gate to the dungeon swing open. I knew 
instantly that Master was not alone. He unlocked the 
cage and removed the blindfold. He had the Shepherd 
chained to the cage. He removed the butt plug and 
allowed me to stretch. Much enjoying my obvious 
predicament. For the first time, I was not sure if I 
could do what I was going to be ordered to do. I asked 
permission to speak. "Master."

"Yes, slut, I have find the thought of sex with a dog 
revolting." "You do now, slave."...you could see his 
anger. "Your Master frankly doesn't care. In fact, that 
will make it all the more enjoyable. You are my property 
and I will do with you as I like. I assure you the 
alternative will be far far worse, if you refuse." His 
tone changed again. "I think you may surprise yourself." 
This was a darker side of Master than I had seen before.

"Yes Master, I'll will do anything you ask", casting my 
eyes to floor. "Now straddle the dog and let him smell 
your wet dripping pussy, You can't be too repulsed, pet, 
you are dripping pussy juice all over yourself." 
Quivering I complied, the dog instantly started to lick 
me. Then my body totally betrayed me as I began respond 
to the stimulation. Then I saw the hard pink cock of the 
dog. I was no better than a bitch in heat. In fact, at 
that moment I was a bitch in heat. Master laid me on a 
bench that he had constructed for this purpose. 

Within an instant I was about to be raped by a horny 
canine. As I was impaled by the canine member, I felt 
the cock swell. The dog buck ramming my cunt like it has 
never been rammed before. I begged to be able to cum. 
Master laughed hysterically as he gave his permission. 
"Repulsed? huh" He had to pull the horny dog off of me 
and I crawled away spent and reviled and knowing I 
wanted more. What kind of person could react so to such 
debasement. When the dog was secured Master held me a 
caressed me.

I noticed a bugle in his pants.."You will attend to that 
before we are done. " I was permitted to crawl to the 
shower that was in the basement and clean up and 
refresh.

"Well the afternoon is young."Master chuckled. "Let have 
some fun exploring my dungeons. I have not really had 
time to fully explore my newest acquisition."

Master lead me to the medical table and laid me down and 
inspected me completely. He attached a small chain to my 
labia rings and spread the lips wide. This was basically 
the first person to touch then since they were inserted. 
I held my breath but there was only a slight twinge.

Master then probed my inners. He has large hands but he 
skillfully maneuvered, 3 fingers in and then 4. I held 
my breath as the 5th went in. I screamed as his knuckles 
disappear in my vagina. The stimulation was incredible. 
I had never been fisted before. Master could feel the 
quake build with my cunt an ordered not to cum. That was 
easier said than done. I held back as long as I could 
begged again. Permission granted I came in incredible 
waves. Master, smiled as he withdrew his hand. It was 
dripping with my juices. I licked it hungrily.

"Well, well, my dear, you have a most accommodating 
cunt. We have lots more to explore."

"Yes, Master. That was the first time I have ever been 
fisted.

"It was incredible, truly incredible. Lay there for a 
while and let me explore the rest of you." He played 
with my nipple rings connecting the chain from my hood 
ring rings, making for some interesting sensations. "Now 
I want to see if you are really the pain slut, Helga 
tells me you are."

I looked up at Master and tried not to grin.

"We shall see" "Climb off the table and crawl over to 
the cross. Now stand facing the cross." He fit cuffs on 
my ankles and wrists. He spread my hands and legs 
spread-eagle securing me to the cross. I was a tad too 
short so my legs felt like they were splitting. "My 
dear. this is how I get my exercise in the morning. 
Swinging a whip. Master brought a beautiful had made 
whip to my lips to kiss. It lightly danced across my 
back, almost tickling me. Then he flicked it harder. It 
cracked across my back. His aim was perfect. He reddened 
my back to the tune of my gentle moans. He moved to my 
ass as inner thighs and back of my legs. His strokes 
were rhythmic and force full. I was reddened and well 
warmed up. "Now my little cunt, I will see what you are 
made of." Master went to the wall of the dungeon and 
retrieved paddle, cane and single tail.

"Now love, remember your safe words. I am going to hit 
you harder than you have ever been hit before.

"Yes Master, I remember." I braced not knowing the real 
power that my Master could wield. He started with the 
paddle across the cheeks of my ass.

He alternated cheeks. He wacked each with increasing 
force. I shuddered into the cross, with each thud. I 
lost count of how may. I was struggling to get into sub 
space, struggling to get conquer the pain. My moans 
turned to screams, Every few whacks Master would caress 
and rub my hot ass. Then he would pull on the chain 
connecting my nipples and hood. He fingered my clit. 
"Good lord girl, you are dripping." He found a small cat 
and flicked it on the lips of my clit and lips causing 
me to scream.

"I love to have my slaves cum, screaming" He then pick 
up the cane. Each swing was more vicious than the next. 
"Your brown skin takes longer to redden. But the cane is 
making its mark nicely. I like to be able to see my 
handiwork when I am done." I barely heard a word he 
said. I was screaming and floating on the pain at the 
same time. I heard myself beg for more. Master obliged 
with the single tail. The agony was incredible. He 
placed it on my ass and between my legs. 

I was close to my threshold and oh so near to cumming as 
I begged him for sweet release which Master granted. I 
came harder than I had ever before, Master soothed my 
ass with a block of ice and released me from the cross. 
The combo of the fisting and the cross. I was unable to 
stand and collapsed in his arms. He whispered "Helga was 
right.

We do have a little pain slut in the making."

"Before you will be allowed to leave the dungeon you 
must make you Master cum." I looked up at him trying to 
rally some strength. I opened his pants relieve to find 
him rock hard already. I remove the loose fitting pants 
and crawled between his legs. I stroked his cock with 
both hands and flicked my tongue over the head licking 
the pre-cum that had collected. I encircled the head in 
my mouth and moved one hand down to attend to his balls. 

It was all I could do to deep throat his massive member 
but I did, gagging in the process. I pulsed up and down 
the entire length of his cock first very slowly then 
increasing with each stroke. I was getting off just with 
his cock in my mouth. I fucked his cock wildly now, 
feeling him pulse and grow. As that happened I stop 
sucking and straddled him and force my dripping cunt 
downward with all the force I could muster. That went on 
till he realized my legs were giving out. He turned me 
over and finished his pleasure in my ass.

He rammed in an out each time he hit my bruised checks 
it was like he was still caning me. He spewed his seed 
in me and we were both happily spent. After a shower we 
were off to lunch were sat very gingerly. And so my week 
of training had begun.

I would come to find out that Master like to play during 
the day alone and with the dogs. Evenings were reserved 
for entertaining sometime in public or with in private 
with very select friends who he share or give me to for 
the evening. He had me fitted with a electronic 
stimulating device in my cunt. He had a transmitter 
implanted so even at public events he could exercise his 
control over me. I was strictly forbidden to react. 
During that week, we explored the dungeon together. 
Master had a wonderful way of keeping me happily 
floating in subspace.

Saturday evening was to be my formal collaring ceremony 
and a select few trusted friends were to be invite. I 
was not privy to the arrangements but I knew Lady Helga 
was among the guests. The house was a buzz. Master 
selected with my attire, approved my hair and makeup, 
every aspect of my appearance.

He selected red silk strapless gown with a slit to my 
hip. It was elegant with just a trace of bawdiness. My 
hair was piled high atop my head. I wore long kid gloves 
Simple stiletto red pumps, white stocking and garter. 
Master wore black silk shirt and pants. I was given a 
red silk blindfold that was put into place before I went 
down stairs. I had no idea what was to occur. When the 
time came and I was lead blindfold and cuffed to the 
large solarium at the rear of the house. I was placed in 
the center of the room and told to kneel and hold 
perfectly still until I was given additional 
instructions. I could hear the crackle of the fireplace 
and soft music in the background. I could tell that I 
was in utter darkness.

Shortly I heard Master's voice."Friends, I want to 
present to you my most cherished slave, Camille." 
Suddenly I was forced to my feet. I knew that there were 
others in the room but I could not tell who they were. I 
sense Lady H's perfume and was pleased she was among the 
guests..

"This collaring will consist of three parts the first 
will begin now." Master continued, "I would like to 
present my new property for your inspection and 
approval." He then chained my cuffed hands to a hook in 
the ceiling and winched it until I was on tip toes. They 
looked on as Master produced a large knife and cut the 
dress from my body. My skin crawl as I could feel the 
cold sharp blade graze my most sensitive parts. The 
knife danced as the garment released in shreds on the 
floor around me. 

"That's better, slaves should be naked!!! Now, I invite 
you to inspect this slave completely." In an instant, I 
was being probed by a dozen or so hands: bit and licked 
and tasted. No of part of me was left untouched. I felt 
like a prize mare going up on the auction block. I let 
my mind wander back. In the last week. I was yet again 
transformed. Master had seem to that. He played my 
emotions and my body like an orchestra leader. As I 
accepted each new humiliation, I had to deal with the 
implications of my actions and the acceptance of those 
actions. 

He was there to provide not only the physical but 
emotional support. I had become emotionally enslaved as 
well as totally physically and sexually. This allowed me 
new space I had not experienced before. For me it 
appeared that with every inch of control I give, and 
trust me that it was given, a space is freed in my 
psyche. I was able to make me better able to turn 
external stimulus into pure endorphin energy. 
Translated...a strong ability to connect pain stimulus 
to my pleasure centers. 

I am not sure any of this make sense, it doesn't really 
to me. But I find that during play sessions I can 
frequently achieve a meditational state.

I returned to hear my Master's voice. "Now I asked that 
you each pleasure my little pain slut." I knew there 
were six attendees because I was hit with six different 
toys. You are allowed to strike her anywhere you please. 
She will be good enough to count for you. 50 strokes!!! 
The first was with a crop. I was peppered with cracks 
all over my body, next a quirt, floggers, paddle, cane 
and finishing with a single tail. I counted each stoke, 
miss counted once, I think, allowing that Dom to start 
again. I thanked each one as he finished. By the time 
the last was done I was bruised and reeling in pain. 
There was no way that I was going to let my Master down, 
I took each blow for him proudly.

"Next, my friends she must be properly raped, Each will 
have time to pleasure yourself in any hole of your 
choice. I was released still blindfold on to a soft 
table, One by one each raped a different orifice till I 
was raw and covered with semen. The last was Lady H's 
fisting me. I was in darkness vulnerable and not know 
where the next assault was coming from.

"Part one is complete. My slave and I thank you for your 
enthusiastic participation. Please, retire to the dining 
room for refreshments while I prepare Camille for the 
rest of the evening." As soon as the last guest had left 
the room Master grabbed me in his arms, "My love you 
were extraordinary. You were the envy of every Master in 
the room."He removed the blindfold and kissed me deeply. 
"You will need all your resolve for the next part." I 
trembled in his arms knowing that I would do anything he 
asked of me but I had no clue was in store." I was 
utterly his slave. I had a bit to eat and drank, some 
champagne. I showered and regained my composure.

Before the guest were invited I was cuffed hands and 
feet over a whipping horse, very securely. the blindfold 
restored. Master asked then to make themselves 
comfortable he would continue with the final parts of 
the collaring. "I cannot complete the collaring of this 
slave until she is properly and totally marked with my 
symbols ownership. Notice the tattoo on her shoulder. 
This is my family crest. 

"Now I will brand her with that same insignia." 

I gasped terrified. I vowed to take Master's brand and 
not to utter one sound. I could hear the iron hiss as it 
went into the fire and the searing heat as it approached 
my rear. I seem to feel nothing. I was in another place 
as the aroma of burning flesh filled the room and my 
skin was permanently imbue with the mark of my Master. I 
was in a space I had never experienced before. It was 
surreally erotic.

When I returned to my senses I thanked my Master. 
Everyone including and especially my Master must of been 
stunned at my reaction.

He released me an whispered."I love you" My blindfold 
was removed and I received the admiration and respect of 
all in attendance. But I was oblivious to everyone and 
everything except my Master.

In a short while. He asked me to kneel at his feet I did 
so kissing each, Lady Helga was at his side. As my head 
lowered I felt my collar release. "Stand, Camille!!" I 
took you from your home. I now release you as ask you to 
come willingly as my slave. I will honor all my 
commitments if you choose not to accept. I ask you to 
join me freely, without contract or coercion.

I whispered, "Yes, I am yours. I am love you as well." 
With that Master placed a diamond collar on my neck and 
locked it securely into place. I knew I would be his 
forever.

END

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