CHAPTER 1
Jill's eyes slowly flickered open. As she moved slightly, her neck and back ached. She went to stretch, but her head hit what felt like a metal cage.
Urgh, what?
As her eyes adjusted to being awake, she took in her surrounding, and it all came flooding back to her. What happened the day before, and what she had done.
She looked around the dimly lit room. The walls were black, and the floor was wooden. She saw the chair she was originally tied to when she was hooked up to an electric shock lie detector. Then she saw the bench that she was strapped to. Looking at that made her wince at the memory of the clamps biting down on her nipples.
Finally, she looked at the column she was tied to and where she had the biggest orgasm of her life.
It actually happened, didn't it?
Jill looked around as she lay locked in a metal cage on top of a dog bed. She felt the collar wrapped around her neck.
I've actually become a sex slave, a pet. So long thinking about it. Now it's actually happened.
Her emotions were met with a mix of fear and excitement.
Every dark fantasy I have ever had has come true, but is this really me now? Am I this man's slave? I don't even know what he looks like, never mind his name.
Jill kept thinking as she looked around the room.
It felt so good though, to be free from hiding my desires, to finally be what I have wanted for so long.
As she thought, her mouth felt a little dry as another memory came to Jill's head. She looked down and saw the clear, shimmering water in a silver dog bowl.
Drinking from a dog bowl,
Jill thought, and her pussy twitched as she did.
The young, small girl got onto her hands and knees and lowered her face to the bowl. Extending her tongue, she started to lap at it like a dog. Every drop swallowed down was met with a twitch from her pussy.
She eventually managed to quench her thirst, but in the process, she had soaked her face.
Moving as much as she could in this spacious cage, Jill sat down and leant back against one of the walls.
What do I do now?
There was no way to tell the time. There were no windows, and for all Jill knew, it was the middle of the night. She didn't even know what time she went to sleep.
Then she remembered that her new owner had contacted her family and friends and posted on her social media that she was going away for two weeks. Even though there wasn't a part of Jill that wanted this to end, she was a little panicked that no one would be looking for her for weeks.
As she sat there, the events of the previous day ran through her head, and she couldn't help but find herself more and more turned on.
It felt like hours, but eventually Jill jumped when the basement door opened.
"Good morning, my pet." She heard the deep, sensual voice of the man who had taken her say.
He came into view, and for the first time, Jill saw his face.
He was... gorgeous.
He was a tall man with short brown hair. He had green eyes that you could get lost in, a perfectly positioned nose, lips that begged to be kissed, and a jaw line you could cut glass on. He also wore very well fit clothing that highlighted how muscular he was.
Jill actually gulped at the sight of this handsome man.
"Good morning, Owner." Jill whispered.
He walked over with a beautiful smile on his face.
"How did you sleep?" He asked, standing over her cage.
"Not bad, although my back's a little sore." She told him.
"This is just while I train you. Once you are settled in, you can lose the cage." He replied.
"Thank you, Master." Jill replied with a twitch in her pussy.
He bent over and undid the padlock, opening the cage door.
I could try and make a run for it,
Jill thought. Part of her still thought that this wasn't the life for her, that she should go back to her normal, university girl life.
That life... it was so boring.
His hand appeared in the cage, and Jill heard the clip of a leash attach to her collar.
"Follow me." He told her.
Jill got onto all fours and crawled out of the cage and followed behind this man. He led her to the doorway, and Jill realised she was about to see the inside of his house.
It proved difficult to crawl upstairs like that, and there was no dignified way to do it. Jill had fantasised about crawling like that for years, but she found it much harder in reality.
Once they reached the top of the stairs, there was another locked door that he opened, and Jill saw light beaming. It was definitely daytime.
She followed behind him into his house, which she was stunned to see. The basement was a sex dungeon, a little scary to be honest, but his house was amazingly decorated, very modern with expensive furniture and artworks scattered along the walls.
Jill had to get pulled on her leash a couple of times as she stopped to stare at everything.
The floor was a grey carpet at first, but they made their way into the dining room, which had a nice-looking wooden floor.
Is that for me?
Jill thought and spotted a bowl of cereal and a spoon on the floor, next to one of the chairs at the dining table.
The man carried on walking, and sat down on the chair, and Jill knelt next to him.
"Eat your breakfast." He told her.
Jill looked down and then back up at him. Under any other circumstances, he would look like a regular kind of man, but Jill knew that he was just as kinky, if not more than her.
She got onto all fours and used the spoon to eat the cereal on the floor. She knew in this position that her curvy ass was pointing up, but there wasn't much point hiding anything about her body from this man.
"Today is your first full day of the rest of your life." The man said.
Jill didn't reply. The thought still scared and excited her at the same time.
"You can keep the name Jill. I like that as my pup's name." He told her.
"Thank you, Master." Jill replied between bites.
"I think it's fair you know your owner's real name," He said, and Jill's ears perked up. "I'm Kevin Thompson."
Such a normal name.
Jill carried on eating on the floor.
"Today we will learn a bit about each other and carry on with your training," her owner said. Jill finished her cereal and looked up at him as he asked, "All done?"
She just nodded.
"Good girl." He replied and took her bowl to the kitchen.
Jill stayed perfectly still and waited for his return. Eventually, he sat back down and stared into Jill's eyes.
"Now, as you're aware, just like you wanted, I got all of the details I need about you from that USB that you left in the park," He explained, "however, I am not a sick man. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am going to, and I'm sure you will."
Does that mean if I want to go, then he will let me?
Jill wondered, but she was worried about the answer, so she didn't ask.
"What I want, and what you are going to be," He continued, "is my full time, live-in, sex slave pet. Yes, a lot of your life will be pleasing me and anyone I tell you, too. However, you will at all times be an obedient pet."
Jill mainly heard about pleasing anyone he says, too, which actually turned her on more.
She tried to figure out his age and decided he couldn't be any older than mid-thirties.
"I want to learn everything there is about you," He said. "So, we are going back to the lie detector machine."
Jill winced at the memory of getting electric shocked whilst tied to the chair, but her pussy loved the idea.
"You were understandably in a bit of a panicked state last time, so I'm sure it will go much easier for you today." He said.
"Yes," Jill replied, plucking the courage to speak, "Master."
Jill knew there wasn't a doubt in her mind that she was going to tell the complete truth to her new owner. She was just curious as to what he wanted to know.
She followed behind him again on her hands and knees back to the basement, although she found it even harder to crawl down the stairs.
In about fifteen minutes, Jill was strapped to that chair again with those circles on her nipples, thighs, and pussy lips. When his fingers touched her pussy, she couldn't help but jolt with excitement.
A few lights came on to the controller as he sat down opposite her, and Jill smiled.
Last time I was in this chair I was so frightened.
"Now, tell me your full name." He ordered.
"Jill Sanderson." She replied, even though she knew he already knew this.
But then... a shock went straight to Jill's most sensitive areas.
"Ahhhh!" She jumped and squirmed in her chair, the rope rubbing against her flesh.
"You didn't call me Master or Owner." He told her with a smile.
"Sorry, Master." Jill replied, and immediately her pussy gushed a little.
Seeing his face and knowing his name made this man seem more human. Jill didn't feel afraid of him anymore. If he wanted to kill or seriously hurt her, then he could've. No, Jill thought, he just wanted to have some kinky fun with her, which she was all for.
"Better," He replied. "Where are you from?" He asked.
"Manchester, Master." Jill replied.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" He asked.
Jill hesitated at this, such an intimate, personal detail. But after a deep breath, she looked at the man who now controlled her entirely.
"Two weeks after I turned 18, Master." She told him, which brought a smile to his face.
"With your ex, I presume? Tell me about it." He said.
"Yes, with my ex," Jill told him. "We had agreed to lose our virginities together, and we waited until his parents had gone out for a weekend. It was romantic. He lit candles and made me dinner before we went to his room, Master."
Jill thought of that night, three years earlier. Now, her life was completely different, but that had only changed in the last twenty four hours.
"And how was it?" He asked.
"It was... okay, I guess," Jill replied, worried about getting a shock, but none came. "It hurt, but it was quick."
"Always the way the first time," He said, "and you never slept with a different man since?"
"No, Master," Jill replied, "we only broke up two months ago."
