Debbie stepped out of her car and walked up the driveway to her Master's house. She knew he was waiting for her. She stood in front of his front door shaking, her stomach churning with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her heart was beating so fast she began to feel light-headed. Her friend had asked her several times throughout the morning if she was sure this is what she wanted. Her reply everytime was the same. "I want this so bad I can taste it!" Maybe she was crazy for meeting him like this at his house.
They had met for the first time in person for lunch at a local sports bar. When he took her hand for the first time to shake it as they met, it felt like an electric shock ran through her body. His hands were big and strong. As they sat and talked getting to know each other he undressed her with his eyes, his gaze lingering on her tits. "You have nice tits!" he complimented her.
"Well thank you sir!" she said almost blushing.
"I plan on enjoying them! I hope you don't bruise too easily!" he said with a sinister chuckle. He knew of her propensity for bruising easily from their many talks before meeting. They had talked for months both online and on the phone. He had made up his mind at the outset he wasn't going to push her into anything. If their relationship went any further than just 'chatting', it would be her choice. "I've got just the flogger for those tits." His eyes lit up as he thought about what he was going to do to her body.
"You're not going to hurt me too much are you?" Debbie asked with her own smile. The question was half teasing and half genuine concern.
Master reached across the table and took her hand. "Not too much," he said smiling. Then a serious look came over his face as he squeezed her hand. "When you walk through my front door you will belong to me! Understand?" Debbie shook her head. "You leave your husband and your girls outside. The moment that door closes you become my property, my slut and my whore. I'm going to do to you whatever I damn well like, and you're going to submit to me and to everything I do to you. If you have a problem with that, then don't show up at my door." He released her hand and stood up, threw some money on the table to pay for the drinks and left. Debbie knew his address. She had known it for months. Debbie's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to rip through her chest.
Now as she approached his door, her heart was pounding like it had been earlier at the sports bar. She stood in front of the door making a final adjustment on the dress she had been instructed to wear. He had specifically told her to wear an old button up dress, the color and fabric didn't matter. As she stood there she began to wonder if she was to do a strip tease for her new master. Her hand was shaking as she raised it to knock on the door. After a soft knock, the door opened with her Master standing just behind it. "Come in!" he said softly.
Debbie stepped into the foyer and looked around. Master closed the door behind her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and pulled her into his body. His hands began to glide over her clothed body. He started at her tits and worked his way down her stomach to her cunt. He could feel her trembling as he touched and fondled her. "You're mine now slut! All mine! You're about to be treated like the whore that you are! Are you sure you want this you dirty little whore?" He knew from their many talks over the months that more he degraded her, the more she craved it. "Hubby can't help you! Your girls can't help you! You belong to me now slut! Are you sure this is what you want?"
Everything in Debbie's mind screamed for her to run. But her legs stayed cemented to the floor. "Yes!" she gasped in a whisper. She thought about her girls, her husband, her life at home. It was safe. It was good. It was . . . She tried to block out the images that flooded her mind. She was addicted. This man she now called Master had awakened an animal within her that she didn't recognize. It was a sensual creature that stalked her in the dark recesses of her mind. An animal could no longer defend herself from. An animal that was about to devour her, and take her place. She knew the animal was about to take control of her, and her Master controlled the animal.
Debbie kept her eyes closed, afraid of seeing herself for what she had become. She felt his hands roaming her body and his breath on her neck. After several minutes of his exploring her body, his hands left her. She heard him pull something out of one of his pockets. Then she felt something being pulled over her head. It was a blindfold. She gasped. Then she heard a rattling sound as Master reached for something else. He pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them together. All the while he said nothing. She stood in the foyer of his house now blindfold and cuffed. She was completely at his mercy. Her pussy was gushing so profusely she was afraid she was going to leave a puddle on the floor. She felt her juices running down her leg.
Master grabbed a handful of her hair and led her to the center of what she would soon discover was the living room. Master walked around her, circling her like a wolf about to pounce on its prey. "Damn! You are a sensual creature!" His hands stroked her face and neck. He came to a halt standing in front of her. His fingertips glided over her skin as they traced the outline of her dress down the front over her shoulder blades. Debbie's body was covered in goosebumps as her master primed her body for his pleasure.
"Now let's see what my slut's got!" he said as his fingers grabbed both sides of her dress and ripped it apart. The buttons from her dress went flying across the room. Debbie gasped as her dress was literally ripped in half. She hadn't expected this. Her fear jumped off the charts not knowing what was next. She knew she could trust her master. But this was something that was pushing her trust to the edge. She couldn't see what was coming next, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
Master groaned as he gazed on her body. "Mmmmm! From now on bitch, your name is Slut! Understand?"
"Ooohhh, Yes Master!" Slut moaned.
"Good slut! Now let's get you naked!" Slut heard something click and then realized it was master's pocket knife locking in the open position. She then felt the backside of the blade sliding over the skin of her shoulder blades. Master slid the blade down the valley between her tits and under the thin piece of cloth that held the cups of her bra together. With a slight tug he sliced the cups apart, allowing her juggs to spill out. He then used the knife to cut the rest of her dress and bra off her body. When he was finished, she stood before him naked and blindfolded with her hands cuffed behind her back.
The master stepped back and admired his slut's body. Slut could not see the smile on his face. His hands reached up and fondled her tits. "I knew you had some nice juggs from the pics that you sent me. But now that I can play with them. These tits of yours are magnificent slut! They're going to bring me much pleasure. And I can't wait to fuck them!"
"But before we do that, let's get your training started." Master reached for his flogger that Slut hadn't seen yet. Without saying a word he stepped back, raised his arm and brought the flogger down across her left tit. Slut jumped at the impact and squealed slightly. He then raised his hand again and brought the flogger down across her other tit. "Now tell me slut! Tell me why you're here, you dirty little whore!" As he spoke the flogger came down across her tits, right/left, right/left.
"Oohh Master! I'm here to please you! I'm here to be your dirty whore! I'm here to submit to your every desire!"
Master brought the flogger down across her stomach, working his way down her body to her cunt. "What are you slut?!" he almost yelled as he brought the flogger up spanking her exposed cunt. "Spread those legs slut, and tell me what you are!" he commanded her.
Slut's body was trembling as Master used her like a cheap whore. Slut cried out as the flogger slapped her engorged clit. "What are you slut?" Master commanded her.
