Mary Ellen
Becoming a Slave:
I spent that first night expecting that the spell would wear off at any moment. This was, after all, something done at cheap erotic hypnosis show. The first time I licked up the length of his dick, I held myself together by planning what I would say to the police when I finally snapped out of it. As I had my face buried in his dirty blue pillow case and he pushed to see how deep his dick could go into my ass, I dreamed of kicking him between the legs as soon as I found my freedom again.
While I was sucking his dick and he was experimenting to see how hard he had to slap in order to leave a handprint on my tits, I was planning my revenge against the Dega. When he was finally spent and had me licking his toes as he scrolled on his phone, I was starting to shift my fantasy away from revenge and back to how I might capture this magic for myself.
This was the thought that kept me from completely going insane when he ordered me to dance “as sexy as you can” and then promptly fell asleep. I discovered that I could not stop. I was told to dance as sexy as I could, and the fact that he could no longer see me was apparently not enough to override the order. I danced, even as I felt a panic attack building. I struggled to breath and tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I couldn’t make my hips stop swinging. For a moment, I think I was truly on the edge of going insane. As my legs began to burn and I found myself lifting and twirling my breast for a man who was oblivious to what his orders had done, my brain escaped the ordeal entirely and I found myself thinking about my sister.
What would she think if she could see me right now? Would she save me or mock me for getting myself into this situation? I could hear her condesending voice
“Oh Mary, look what you’ve done. Your silly idea of finally beating me hasn’t really worked out, has it?”
At some point, my legs finally gave out and I crashed to the floor. The cramping in my legs was too intense for me to overcome and get back up, so I laid there until I finally drifted off to sleep, and dreamed of being mocked by my sister.
When I woke on the floor the next day it occurred to me that this was maybe not going away anytime soon. As I heard him stirring in his bed, I quickly jumped up and resumed my dance. I expected some kind of guilt or apology when he realized that I had danced most of the night away. Instead, he saw me and gave a smile that was pure satifaction. He stretched, gave me a quick smack on the ass and said
“Go make me some breakfast.”
He had just finished eating the eggs and toast I made for him and pushed back from the table.
“Come here.”
I set down the dish I was washing and, still naked under my apron, approached him. He grabbed my hips and turned me around to face away from him. After a rough slap on the ass, started to pull me down lowering my ass onto his erect cock. I don’t know why I was shocked. He had violated me in every way the night before. But, something about the casual way he did it made me snap. I turned and slapped him, hard.
There was shock on both sides. We looked at each other in stunned silence for a moment. After everything that had happened since the show, I had simply assumed I would be unable to hurt him. But as I realized what had just happened, I pulled away and started to hit him over and over again. He was physically much stronger than me, but he had just started to get comfortable enough with the magic to not expect any kind of resistance, so I had the element of surprise. I hit him 3 or 4 times and then started to run for the front door, but it came to a quick end as he yelled the word
“Stop!”
Despite the moment of resistance, I was still powerless to disobey. I froze, apron hanging half off my body with one breast exposed, my mouth open and barely balanced on one foot. I could not move an inch.
“Well, well, well. Looks like you have some fight left in you after all. We’re going to have to fix that!”
That morning, I endured the first of what would be many, many spankings. It turns out, master had a sadistic side which had never quite had an opportunity to show itself. The first hit was rather timid, just strong enough to give a little sting and make an audible smacking sound. As he discovered how much he enjoyed my squirming and screaming, the blows grew stronger and stronger. By the 6th or 7th blow, he was having a blast and I was in tears.
SMACK
“Rule number 1. You are never to try harm me in any way.”
SMACK
“Rule number 2: You are never to try to get away from me, you are mine forever, do you understand me”
SMACK
“Rule 3: You are to act like my loving and devoted slave”
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
Hate:
If I had to list the things I hate most about master, the list would go something like this:
1. He won’t tell me his name.
I know. This seems crazy to have on the top of the hate list for a man that rapes me multiple times a day. He makes me do things for him that most men would never dream of. I have licked that man’s asshole. I have danced for him for hours while he ignores me and plays video games. I am a humiliated slave in every way. But, not even being worth him introducing himself, well, let’s just say it is not great for the ego.
2.He doesn’t give me any time to myself.
Basically, my only “me time” is the time in the bathroom. I have to shower and shave twice a day. I must always be clean and smooth for him. (I also get in the shower to clean him, but that one doesn’t count because my only washing in that one is when he decides he wants to rub my tits.) But, otherwise, I am always, and I mean always, doing something for him. Aside of the obvious tasks of sex, cooking and cleaning, I have so many things I have to do. He makes me excersice 3 times a day so that my body is always perfect for him. I have to research porn to come up with new scenarios to make him happy. And, when there is nothing else to do, I have to practice stripteases on the living room coffee table, just in case he wants to watch.
3.Despite all this, the number one thing that I hate about master more than anything else… He makes me jealous.
The man is just luckier than he deserves. Obviously, it was luck that brought him to Dega Ualu and got him a sex slave. That is more luck in a day than I ever had in my life. But it is more than that. He did not just get a good-looking woman who will follow his orders, he got the deluxe package. I have the looks. I have the money. And I have more than that. I am a woman that spent her life dreaming about how to extract every drop of pleasure from a slave. I know how to be the perfect slave because I know what I would have demanded were I a master.
But, the question remained: would he be lucky enough to unlock the treasure trove of ideas? Of course he would. Of course.
Luck:
“Sir, what would you like me to do now?”
It had been only 2 weeks since Dega Ualu had sold my freedom to master. He had just cummed for the 3rd time of the day and I could tell there was not going to be a fourth anytime soon. It was late evening and he looked to be nearly asleep.
“I don’t care, just do whatever you think will make me happy.”
And then, he drifted off to sleep. For a moment, I just stood there, frozen to the spot. My mind struggled to come up with some way out of his command. Surely, it couldn’t be that easy. No one was that lucky. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry. I ended up doing a bit of both. There was no sobbing. Master was falling asleep and it would not make him happy to be woken up so soon. So, I cried silently, chuckled to myself about the absurdity of it all, and then got to work.
A quick touchup of the apartment, a quick shower and a half hour perfecting my makeup. I shaved my legs and my pussy, so that I would be smooth for him when he woke. Finally, I found a watch in his nightstand drawer than had a vibrating alarm and I put it on. This let me wake myself before him without the need for a loud disturbance. I climbed into bed and snuggled up next to my master and went to sleep. Tomorrow, I would show him what happiness really was.
When he woke the next morning, I rocked his world. Here is the thing. Sex is about a lot more than just sex. We had been having sex for 2 weeks and I am sure he loved it! But I was doing just what he told me to do. When he said “bend over,” I would bend over. When he said “give me a blowjob,” I obeyed, but only to the point that the magic compelled me to. That night, when he said “do whatever you think will make me happiest,” I changed my perspective and his happiness became the most important thing to me. The sex the next morning was creative and ionate. I squeezed in the just the right ways and moaned at just the right times to make him feel like a god. And, when he was done, I did a little purr and told him that I couldn’t wait for more as I kissed his neck.
Obviously, he noticed the difference.
“what’s this about?”
“It’s what you told me to do last night.”
“I didn’t say anything about this!”
“I know, but you told me to do whatever I think will make you happy.”
It took a moment. My master is strong and determined and has amazing endurance, but he is not particularly smart. But, over the next couple seconds I watched the realization of what was happening appear on his face. His grin was nearly unbearable.
“Oh Yeah! Nice!... Very nice! … Got any other great ideas?”
I sighed. This man had more luck than anyone deserved.
“Oh, I have a few…”