My name is Elizabeth Stewart, I was a sickly child, and the doctor was never sure if I would make it past my next birthday.
This is the story of when I turned 18 and my family could no longer pay the doctor's bill.
Dr. Riley came one morning before most decent people were awake, demanding payment. He was considerably rude to my parents as he belittled their love for me and my life when my father announced we were broke, and couldn't pay. Then noticing me standing in the doorway he gave my father an option, to give me to him as payment or go to debtors prison. My father told him I was not for sale and he would go to prison, Dr. Riley was clearly not pleased with that option.
I took my father aside and spoke to him while Dr. Riley continued to curse my mother in the other room.
"Father, you cannot go to prison who would take care of mother and I? Aye I am ill and weak and a burden to you both, who better to take care of me than the doctor? It is not the ideal situation but if I wasn't so sick all the time you wouldn't be facing this decision."
"Lizzie my precious daughter you do not understand why he wants you as payment. You would not be a servant to him you would be a slave, demeaned and degraded at every turn, and even then you would more likely than not, never be allowed to leave his bed, for all that you are sickly, you have the curves every man desires in a bed mate. If I give you to him as payment, you would be nothing more than a two bit whore, and he will use you as such."
"I am aware of the world Father, for as much time as I do not spend outside my walls I see the world pass by my windows, I see the whores and the men that purchase them for the night. It is my fault that you are making this decision, and I will tell you this, I am going with Dr. Riley of my own free will to save the man I love most in this world from a horrible fate, you and Mother will do better without my illness dragging you both down."
"I do not like this daughter, but someone needs to care for your mother, and you being sick as often as not, if I were in prison I would not be able to. So I will reluctantly let him have his way, but I will protect you if you need it, just send word and I will be there."
"I love you Father, but you need not worry. If what you say is true then this might be my only chance to find out about the pleasures of the flesh, for truly who would want a sickly girl like me for a wife?"
Without answering he grabbed me into a hug that I will remember for the rest of my life, and clung to me as a man clings to a rope when he fears drowning.
"Just send word daughter if you ever have need of protection."
"I doubt I will but, I will remember Father."
We returned to the other room and announced I would be going with Dr. Riley. My Mother protested adamantly but my Father said they would not discuss it further.
Dr. Riley waited as I packed a small bag of clothes and mementos, with a tearful goodbye from my parents we departed in his coach.
The carriage ride was quite with little said by either of us.
After arriving at his apartments he led me to his room, and told me to put my stuff away.
"From this day forward you will wear no clothing in this house so strip now and put those clothes with your others. You will do as I say and if you argue or disobey you will be punished. Is that clear Slave?"
"Yes Sir." I responded already beginning to remove my dress.
"That's good, and remember that you are mine now and you will not like it if I am not happy with you."
As I removed the last of my garments I folded them neatly and put them away, I could feel his eyes on my naked flesh as if he was touching me.
"Get on the bed Slave, and spread your legs I want to see what I just purchased."
I did as he said, so far this was what I wanted, for him to touch me. I had dreamed about him for years. Dr. Jaysen Riley the young Irish doctor with the haunted pale blue eyes and strong but gentle hands, this was the thinking that led me to go with him, to leave my family and be nothing but a slave for this man that I have loved for years. I did not want him to punish me, I wanted him to realize that he loved me too so we could be happy together for always.
"Touch yourself Slave, let me see the way you bring yourself pleasure."
This took me by surprise for I had never, even in the throws of erotic day dreams, touched myself before.
"Sir, I will do as you ask but please know that I have never done so before. I do not know what touch would bring me pleasure or not." I said as I nervously began to trail my hand down my body toward the juncture of my legs.
The look of smug satisfaction and shock on his face was nearly comical, but I was to nervous to laugh, for I did not want to displease him so soon.
"Never Slave? I find that a little unbelievable seeing as how old you are, but knowing that you've been ill most of your life its not so hard after a seconds thought. This time I will show you what spots can bring you pleasure so the next time I can sit back and watch."
"Yes Sir"
He got onto the bed with me and roughly grabbed my right breast and squeezed it hard. "You will learn to like it rough Slave, as that's the way I like to give it." he said as he lowered his head to my aching breast and bit the nipple.
I cried out from the painful pleasure and felt him smile against my tit flesh.
As he continued to maul my nipple with his teeth I felt his other hand spreading my virginal petals open before slamming his fingers inside with a force just shy of torture. I could swear that he had ripped me open from the pain. But he continued against my whimpered pleas to be gentle.
"I told you slave you would be better off getting used to it this way for I will not be gentle with you."
"Yes sir, but I am a virgin and this hurts more than I thought it would."
He paused, "I am not sure why that surprises me for I know that you are. However you will get used to it and you won't be a virgin for much longer."
Saying this he stopped touching me and told me to get up and bend over the bed and spread my legs again. I felt something cold close around one ankle then the other, but fearing reprimand I did not move from my position. Then I felt something cold close around my wrist and I looked over to see him locking a manacle. Then watched him place my other wrist into a second manacle attached to the first and a chain disappearing over the far edge of the bed. I watched as he walked around the bed till he came around behind me and I could no longer see him. Soon I felt his hands on my body again this time just gently running up and down my rear end.
"This is a beautiful site to behold I will need to get mirrors so you can watch yourself Slave as I take you in the future but, for now you are missing something and I need to go find it for you."
He left me alone tied to the bed and returned shortly with a wooden object that sort of resembled a rounded out arrow head. I was a little concerned but trusted him to know what he was doing and tried to relax.
"This is to not be removed except by me, and only by me, if it prevents certain activities then you will inform me and I will remove it for you. Do not touch it!"
Not knowing what he was planning I agreed readily. Then I felt him spreading something cold and not quite liquid between my rear cheeks then felt an agonizing pain as whatever the object was, was shoved roughly into my bum.
"Get used to it, as you will sit, stand, eat, sleep, and bathe with it in." he said as I cried out in pain.
"Yes sir" I said on a sob. The pain was something I had never felt before, though it hurt horribly there was something almost pleasurable about it.
"You are doing admirably well Slave. I am proud of my decision to take you in payment. From this day on you will not walk, but crawl like a toddler on your hands and knees. The only time you will not be on your knees is when you are tied to this bed." He said calmly right before he slapped my backside hard.
"Yes sir." I replied as the burn of his hand spread through me bringing both pain and pleasure.
"I am glad that you are so readily accepting of your new life."
