Taking on a slave

BDSM story by Magnuz Binder.

"So, you want to be my slave?" I look at you intently but you keep looking down, nodding slowly.

"Do you have any idea what it means to be a slave?" You still look down and answers in a whisper:

"That I will be yours to do anything you please with and to... That my own will matters no more, but only yours… That you could keep me anyway you like, or sell me, give me away, throw me away at your discretion..."

"So, why do you want that?" You answer in another whisper:

"I don't know, but I need it, I want it, my life would be unfulfilled without it..."

I look at you, your eyes still looking down.

"I don't need a slave at present. I don't have the time for one, and you would probably require training I don't have the energy for."

I see your lower lip tremble as you bite it, see a glistening streak search its way down your cheek. I should be touched, but I actually get more of irritated with the way you come on to me about this whole thing. So, I decide to teach you a lesson, to get the stupidities out of your head.

"...Unless we can make an arrangement that makes you quite carefree for me. I doubt you'll like my conditions though"

I hear a soft sob from you, seemingly equally from humiliation and hope, and you seem to straighten some, listening more intensely.

"Every evening at 9 PM, you will come to my house. You will have done your hair nicely, and you will wear full make-up. You will wear a large buttplug and a large dildo in their appropriate places, held within you by a harsh rope through your crotch, gnawing at your vitals with every step and move you take. Your breasts will be tied tight with ropes around their bases to make them bulge out, and you will wear a wide dog collar with a leash attached. Every day, you will make an own and new addition to your arrangement that you think will please me. Apart from that, nothing more than a pair of high-heeled sandals and a coat to cover your body.

The moment I let you in, you will remove your coat, put weighted clamps on your nipples and labia, offer me the leash, lock your hands with cuffs behind your back, and follow me to wherever I want you. You will then give me a good blowjob.

If you don't do it to my satisfaction, I will wank my jism over your hair and face, hang your coat over your shoulders to give you some cover, and send you off with hands cuffed and clamps still on. You will have a handcuff key at home to release yourself after having walked home.

If you do the blowjob to my satisfaction, I will let you swallow my jism, then unlock you and let you remove the clamps, before putting on your coat properly and take the bus, taxi or whatever home again.

If you really outdo yourself, then I will let you pet yourself for me after the blowjob is done. If I'm in a good mood, I may even let you cum for me like that, but never any guarantees.

Saturdays, you will come to my house after lunch also. Same procedure as weekday evenings, besides you will clean before I send you off. If you do a good blowjob, no clamps and cuffs during cleaning, but the rest remains. A poor blowjob, and clamps stay and your hands will be cuffed in front of you, until cleaning is done and I relock hands behind you before sending you home.

Saturday and Sunday evenings will be the same procedure as weekday evenings. The routine will be kept up until I tire of you, which may be anything from less than a week to years. That's it, take it or leave it!"

I keep looking intently at you, having seen your cheeks grow more and more flushed from humiliation as I have explained the rules for you. Somewhere along the line, I realized this would not scare you off, so your whispering answer doesn't really surprise me.

"Yes, Master, if I may please call you that. This slave is grateful for you giving it the opportunity to serve you. It will do its very best never to disappoint you. But if you decide to send it away, it will still accept that, with a gratefulness in its heart for you giving it a chance at all. Would you like it to start its assignment this evening, Master. It doesn't dare beg you for it, but it hopes for it with all its heart."

I lean back, searching your eyes, but they're still looking down. I sigh a bit silently inside and reply.

"This evening will be as good as any to start, slave!"

For the first time since we started this, I see your eyes as you shyly look up at me, a smile on your lips and a happy look on your face.

"Thank you so very much, Master! This slave will ring your doorbell at 9 PM sharp!"