In this Chapter, Brick begins making Ariel his submissive. Bonnie slowly begins turning Tracy and Rodney into hers. Brick finds an OB/GYN who can get women on birth control quickly, who has an interest in seeing Ariel punished. He dangles bait in the water to see if he gets a bite. New rules are instituted at Rodney's home. This chapter contains oral, anal, lesbian, group, public, interracial and cuckold sex. It has BDSM scenes. There is no COVID in this fantasy world. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for assisting with my editing.
How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 18
Enslaving Ariel
Before we left for Dickhead's, I inserted an anal plug in Ariel's bottom, a Lush into her cunt, and attached a leash to her collar. On the drive, I put her Lush in music mode and cranked up the music. By the time we got to Dick's her pussy and thighs were wet with her fluids. I'd given her permission to orgasm, and she'd taken advantage of it to cum three times.
When we arrived, Paul was there, waiting in a car outside Dick's. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Ariel get out of the car with a leash on, but he smiled.
"Thanks for meeting us, Paul," I said, shaking his hand.
"Not a problem. Dick was universally disliked."
"Not Master Dick?"
"Not anymore." He pointed at Ariel. "He doesn't have a slave. He's just a Dick now."
I laughed. We knocked on the door and Dick opened it, looking at Paul, then sneering at me.
"Invite us in," Paul said, "so Ariel can get her things."
He stepped aside. "Come in, bitch, but not you, shit-for-brains." The last comment directed at me.
I handed the end of Ariel's leash to Paul. "Let her walk through the house so she can be sure Dickhead boxed everything up." To Dick. "I'm so going to enjoy impregnating your former fiancée. She's agreed to become my permanent submissive, since you fired her and broke your engagement. She realizes now what a fucking loser you are."
Dick's face got red. I hoped he got apoplexy. I waited outside for the two of them to return. We eventually ended up carrying four boxes out to my Taycan.
Before we carried the fourth, I asked, "Have you got everything, or did asshole try to stiff you?"
Ariel smiled. "He got everything but my tampons, Master. One might almost think he wanted to use them himself, the bitch."
Paul and I laughed and Dick's face grew red again. Maybe he'd stroke out. "Lovely," I said. I put my hand on her ass and lifted the bottom of her dress to show the plug in her bare ass. "Just preparing her ass to take my cock, Dick. Have a nice day."
I put the last box in my car. "Thanks again, Paul. I'm looking forward to seeing you on Tuesday."
"Likewise." We shook hands again.
I had Ariel put the address of her residence in my car map and followed the directions to her house. We carried her stuff in, I had her strip, then I told her to find a dozen slutty outfits she could wear in front of children, a swimsuit, no bras or panties.
She started going through her things looking for what I wanted. "Sir, would you consider keeping me as your permanent slave?"
"I don't even have a place to live," I said. "Where would you stay?"
"Anyplace you are, sir?"
"I may be staying places that don't have room for you."
"If you do, I'll come back to my residence while you're there."
"You'll be fucking a lot of different people, both men and women, and I will never be faithful to you."
"I have no problem with that, Master. I want you to use me in any way you wish."
"Don't look at this as a way to end up married. I'm never getting married again."
"I'm not looking for marriage; at least, not yet, Master. I want a Dominant I can trust and respect, sir. When you put the leash on me and led me up to Dick's house, and again here, my pussy got so wet, sir. I feel like you're the Dominant I've been waiting for all my life."
"Will you continue to work?"
"If that's what you want, Master. Otherwise, I'll be your slutty little bitch full time."
"Let me think about that. I'll consider it. You need to tested and be on birth control. I can get you into my Doctor's on Monday for testing, but you need to see your own gynecologist for the birth control."
"Thank you, Master."
She put her clothes into a suitcase and I asked to see some of her art. She pulled out a large portfolio and showed me some sketches, watercolors, even a couple oils. She definitely had talent. There were a couple portraits, some landscapes, still lifes, even a nude.
"You are really, really good," I said.
"Thank you, sir."
"You heard me tell Gwen that I was going to be building a house, right?"
"Yes, Master."
"I want you to do twelve oil paintings of various sizes, none smaller than thirty inches by forty-eight inches, one at least twice that size for my new house. I want a variety of topics, primarily landscapes, some beach, some mountains, maybe a farm; a nude of Laura before she starts showing her pregnancy. Run the ideas by me first, perhaps some quick sketches. I will pay you $40,000 apiece for the smaller ones, and triple that for the larger. I'll buy all the supplies you need. Do we have a deal?"
"That's a half million dollars, sir!"
"Do you doubt my ability to pay you?"
"No, sir, but if I'm your slave, you could order me to do it."
"Your slavery involves surrendering your body and your obedience, not your talent. You should always get paid for that. Never sell yourself short."
"Thank you, Master."
"It's time to buy what I need for your slavery. You should have your own set of cuffs and a number of other things. Where do you normally buy your art supplies?"
"The Clay Art Center, Master."
I looked it up on my phone. There was a Lovers store nearby. We'd go to the Lovers first. She was going to wear a tail in her ass as she bought her art supplies. Tossing the suitcase in the trunk, I turned off music mode on the Lush so it would have enough battery life to get through the next hour or so.
"There's something you should know about me," I said, once in the car and on our way. "You don't have a job anymore. You don't need to pretend to be Suzy Homemaker, Graphic Designer Responsible Citizen, anymore. That life is over. If you're going to be mine, you're going to be mine fully. You don't have to decide now. You have one week of submission to me to make up your mind, but you will acknowledge to the world you're my slut. I will have you marked in some way, perhaps more than one, a tattoo, or piercings, marking you as mine.
"The next week will be a testing ground, a proving ground to your intent to be that fully submissive slut. We're going to Lovers first to buy some items. When you go in the store with me, you'll be on my leash, following me. Everyone in the store, will know you're in submission to me. One of the items I will buy for you is an anal plug with an animal tail on it. After I purchase it, you'll go into the ladies room and replace the current plug in your ass with the tailed plug. It will be long enough to be visible under your skirt. Another visible sign of your submission and my Dominance. Then we'll go to the art store, and you'll still be wearing the tail and on my leash. Everyone in the art store will know who and what you are. I will use the Lush in your pussy to make you orgasm in the art store. I don't know how easily you can suppress the moans and expressions of your orgasms, but it may be visible to many people. I'll probably do it while you're in the check out line, in addition to while you're picking out supplies.
"You'll be going to the zoo with me on Sunday with the Mainquist children. You'll be wearing the animal tail and Lush again on that day, and on my leash. Everyone we meet at the zoo, will know you're my submissive slut. The tests will continue until Friday, when I require you to make a decision. You may stop at any time, but if you stop, you're deciding you can't be what I want you to be, and your vanilla submission, what you were to Dick, will start at that point, and be over on Friday."
"Master, do I need permission to cum?"
"You always need permission to cum. I own your orgasms now."
"May I cum, sir?" Ariel pleaded.
"You need to cum now?" Astonished.
"Yes, Master. If not now, perhaps the moment I walk into the store on your leash. My pussy is melting, Master. I don't think I've ever been this turned on without some type of physical stimulation. I'm so close, I can taste it. Dick...How can I say this, sir. Dick wasn't very Dominant, sir. He liked the ready sex, the thought of a submissive slut, but he played at Dominance, like he read it in a book and thought, I can do this. He can't, Master. You've done more to turn me into your submissive slut in 18 hours, than he did the whole time I submitted to him. If you were to touch me now, I'd explode."
"Prove it to me. Masturbate right now. How quickly can you cum? You have my permission."
She stuck a hand under her skirt and as far as I could tell, she orgasmed as soon as her hand reached her pussy. It looked like it was a good one, too. Her moans in the confines of the car made me harden.
"Suck my cock," I ordered, and she immediately bent over the console and extracted my shaft, her mouth descending over it. I let myself go and managed to climax within five minutes. Ariel gobbled up every drop of my cream. She didn't stop sucking and swallowing until every pulse of my prick had coated her tonsils.
She sat back with a satisfied sigh.
"This is what I've always needed, Master, someone to take charge of me. Dick was a pale imitation."
My, my, my. Wasn't this a delightful turn of events.
I pulled into Lovers and turned off the car. "Wait there," I said. I walked around the car and attached the leash again. I helped her out of the car and led her into the store. This shop sold sex toys, bondage gear, almost anything randy adults would need to encourage copulation. Maybe people had tried out stuff in the store. I'd done it with Laura in Seattle. Made her go into the store and ask the clerk to test out a paddle and whip on her naked bottom. But it wasn't every day, a woman walked in on the leash of someone else. I could feel eyes tracking us across the parking lot and into the store. More eyes in the store. Ariel was still wearing what she'd worn to the party last night. It wasn't the sluttiest thing she owned. I'd seen her pick out sluttier outfits to come back with us. Her blouse was buttoned up to about breast level. I stopped and unbuttoned it down to her navel. She shivered slightly, but not from the cold. The store was warm enough. She shivered from arousal. I could smell her pussy. The whole store might be able to smell her pussy. The shirt held together enough that her breasts were covered, but any movement at all could expose one or more.
Ariel trailed behind me on her leash as I went around the store picking various and sundry items and put them in a small shopping basket. Her eyes were wide, and her breathing fast, but not panicked. She moved calmly, her motions slow and deliberate to keep her blouse closed as much as possible. I bought a long fox tail, that would hang down to her knees, about five or six inches below the hem of her skirt.
I went to the check out counter and paid for everything.
