Lena and Her Master

"I cant believe I am doing this, I cant believe I am doing this," I murmured in time with the ringing, hands shaking, legs twitching. What am I going to say to him? What if no words come out? What if I make a fool of myself? What if he has already forgotten about me?........ I cant do it, I am going to hang up."

"Hello Lena, I am glad that you called," his deep voice broke through my self-conscious mantra as I was about to put the phone down. I hadn't even noticed that the ringing had stopped.

"How, um, I mean hi.....uh....... how did you know that it was me?" embarrassment making my voice quiet.

"Well, my phone didn't recognise your number and you are the only person that I have given my number to recently, so I had a fair idea," he replied.

"Uh, thanks," Shit, shit, shit, shit.......he is going to think that I don't have a brain if I don't say something soon. Shit, shit, shit, shit...... I heard a deep chuckle from the other end of the line, the sound making my insides quiver with pleasure.

"Lena, don't be nervous. Just relax – I want you to be comfortable with me," I tried to calm myself down, let myself breathe in and out nice and slowly. He seems like a nice guy and I am only talking with him on the phone, no need to panic. If it gets too much I can just hang up. "Why don't you tell me about yourself – how old are you? Are you single? What do you do for a living... that kind of thing."

"Um, well I am 23, single or I wouldn't have called you, and I am a student. How about you?" Wohoo I finally got a sentence out that made sense! Another deep chuckle.

"I am 29, also without a partner and I work at the store you went to today."

"Right, so uh, how long have you worked there?" Okay, this is good – conversation is flowing, sort of.

"Quite a while actually, about 6 years, well I have worked at that store for about a year, but previous to that I have worked at other stores in the chain since the chain began 6 years ago. Before that I got a business degree."

"Oh right, and, um do you enjoy it?" Stupid question – what guy wouldn't enjoy working at a sex store? I think he thought the same thing as I was answered by another of his chuckles.

"Yeah I do enjoy it.... It's definitely better than a lot of other jobs out there. I have to say though, that today was probably the best day I have had on the job by far."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because I saw you when you looked at those nipple clamps. You were enthralled. Tell me little one, have you ever seen nipple clamps being used before?"

"No, I haven't," I replied quietly, his endearment causing my tummy to give a little flip. "I have heard of them of course, and read a few stories with them being used in it, but no I haven't seen them before in real life." Even the thought of them... remembering seeing them in the store and the embarrassment I felt when I realised Damon had seen me with them started to make me feel turned on and excited. I knew Damon could hear it in my voice.

"I am a Dom, little one and I am looking for a slave. I know that you haven't been in that kind of relationship before, but I can tell you are interested in it. You knew when you rang that you were asking to explore your submissive side, didn't you?" He was right, even if I didn't openly think it, I knew that by ringing him it would be an offering of myself to him, opening the door to something I had only fantasised about.

"Yes, I did know, and you are right – I haven't been in this type of relationship at all, but I really really want to try. I have had this desire for a long time, ever since I first heard there was such a thing as a Dom and a sub. I know I am inexperienced and I hope that isn't seen as too much of a negative, but I think this is what I want. I am a bit scared and nervous, but deep down I know that this is right." My confession came out in a rush. My heart was beating so loudly, waiting to hear his response, knowing that this conversation which had taken a serious and dramatic turn, could alter the course of my life.

"Well, little one, you do sound very enthusiastic. To ease your worry I do not view your lack of experience as a bad thing. In fact, I like the idea that I can shape you and mould you as my submissive, exactly the way I want. Because that is what you are going to become, little one – you are going to become my little whore, my submissive, my slave. Is that what you want, Lena?"

"Yes, more than anything," I whispered. "I am a little bit scared and nervous, but I know with everything in me that this is the right thing and that this is what I want."

"What are you scared about? It is important for

you to go into this with your eyes wide open and all your worries addressed."

"Well, mainly I am apprehensive about the things that are very important to me at the moment. I realise that from the moment that I commit to you, onwards, that you and your happiness and needs will be the things that are the most important to me, and I am very willing to do that....but my studies at university have up until now meant everything to me. I am also a little worried I guess on a more general level – that I am giving you complete control over me and my life and I know that what you ask, I will do so I am a little bit scared about what you will ask me to do. "

"Well your concerns are completely understandable, little one and definitely normal. I do realise that you have commitments to your education, and I will say now that I will respect that and allow you to complete those studies, and not make you choose between this and your education. There may be times that you have to miss a day here and there, but I will make sure that they are respected. As for my control over you – yes it is true that in time I will require complete control and dominance over you. But this will be a gradual thing. I see this as a very real possibility of a long term future for us, but time will tell. Your training will be a very big learning curve for you, and I realise that and that I will have to earn your trust, and in turn you will realise that I will know what is best for you and you will have to respect and obey me. I will give you the rules that you must obey and adhere to and live by and then once they have been outlined, we will discuss your training and future plans, but first of all you have to give me your consent and your promise. So do you consent and promise to be my slave? Do you give me control over your body, your decisions and your life? Do you promise to serve me and put my needs, happiness, wants and desires above everything else? Do you give yourself to me, Lena?"

This was it.... one of the most important moments of my life. I could choose two different paths – one of the life I have been leading for the past 23 years; a life that could be nice and "normal", but still comfortable and fulfilling. The other path would lead me into a world of the relative unknown and uncertainty, a world of challenge, yet with the possibility of utter ecstasy, happiness and a deep-felt feeling of rightness. There was not a doubt in my mind.

"Yes, yes I do. I promise to be your slave. I give you control over my body, my decisions and my life. I promise to put your needs, happiness, want and desires above all else. I give myself to you, Master." With that it felt like something clicked into place inside me, a warm, heady feeling of excitement and rightness overwhelmed me. i couldn't stop smiling.

"I am glad to hear that, my little slave. I think this is the beginning of something very special. Now before we go on, we will have to go through the rules that you will need to abide by from now on. you will also have to learn them and be able to recite them by heart when I ask you to and you will be punished if you cannot repeat them back to Me, or more importantly follow them. Rule number one is that you will refer to Me as Master, or Sir at all times unless I specifically say that we can speak casually as normal lovers and partners do. In turn I will call you anything I like, including slave, cumslut, whore, cunt and slut to name a few. Rule number two is that you will obey My every order and do everything that I tell you to do without question or hesitation. Rule number three is that you will bear every punishment without hesitation or complaint. Rule number four is that you will only cum when I say you can cum, and never before or without My permission. Rule number five is that you will not touch yourself or do anything sexual in any way without My say so. Now, there are many more rules but I think that is enough for now." With every rule, i could feel my pussy getting more and more wet, my juices leaking and soaking my panties. i was desperate with the need to rub myself, run my fingers through the slick juices, or even just rock back and forward on the bed i was sitting on, like an animal in heat, just to relieve the ache. But that would be in direct violation of the rules my Master had just given me, and there was no way i was going to disobey Him, no matter how much i needed it, because i needed to obey my Master more – He was the most important of all, and His pleasure and happiness was mine.

"Yes, Master." i replied, breathless with excitement about what was happening. It was all happening so fast, but it felt so right at the same time.

"So, My little cumslut, tell Me about your living arrangements. Do you still live at home with your parents? And how soon can you move out?"

"i do live with my parents, Master. But i will be able to move out of here as soon as You wish, Master."

"Good, slave. Very good. What I have in mind as that for the next little while, about two months depending on how well you adjust, we will spend our weekends together, at My house. This will be our training period which will be intense and a lot of new things for you, so quite perfect as we can be together in the weekend and then during the week when you are working and at home you can think about the new things that we have done and that you have learnt, do the homework and tasks that I will give you, as well as allowing a gradual adjustment to our relationship. After that time, and if you are a good slave, you will move into My house and live with Me permanently. How does that sound, fuckwhore?"

"That sounds perfect, Master. i can't wait already for my training to begin and to be a worthy slave to You, Master. Your approval and happiness already mean a great deal to me. They are most important and i want more than anything to prove myself for You, Master. So i am a little nervous, and incredibly excited."

"Hmmm very good My little slut. your response pleases Me. I very much like to hear that My happiness and desires and approval are first in your life. That is the way it should be, slave. Now, I want your training to begin this Friday coming. I will give you My address and you will drive to My place and arrive at 6pm on Friday evening. You must not be late. You will stay with Me throughout the weekend until Sunday evening at a time of My choosing. Now, there are a few things that we must discuss about your preparation for our weekend together. Tell Me cumbucket – is your cunt shaved?"

The question took me by surprise and i was embarrassed about the answer that i had to give my Master. "No, Master, my cunt is not shaved. i am sorry Master."

"That is okay, My little slut. But from now on you must shave your pussy. I want it to be hairless at all times. Not only now during the coming weekend, but I want it shaved at all times. Because your cunt now belongs to Me. Personal grooming is very important – because your body is Mine, fuckslave, and I expect you to take good care of it and for it to be exactly the way I want it."

"Yes, Master. i will shave it immediately for You, Master. Whatever pleases You, Sir."

"Good, My little whore. you are a quick learner. That pleases Me greatly."

"Thank You, Master, i am so glad."

"Back to your preparations. Tomorrow I want you to go out and buy a journal. This will be your slave journal. I want you to write in it everyday from now on. In this journal you will describe your day – what we did if we were together, or what you did if we weren't. you are to confide your feelings and thoughts in this journal. you will keep this journal indefinitely. I also want you to write a list of any questions that you have for Me that you will think of over this coming week. There are sure to be many, and we will have a time during the weekend when we will go over them and discuss them. I also want you to write a piece about what you think of Me. What I mean to you and what you expect and want out of this relationship. I will check all of this when we get together on Friday. you are a well educated little cumbucket, so I expect eloquent and good writing with correct grammar and English and writing of an appropriate length. No one-sentence entries will be tolerated. When you come to My house, you will not wear any bra or panties. In fact you will not bring any with you either. you will only bring one top and skirt with you, in addition to the tank top and skirt I want you to wear to My house. Nothing else is required except for toiletries and your journal and I will organise the rest. Have you taken all this in, slave?"

"Yes, Master, i am writing it down, Master." i replied quickly as i finished jotting down the main points of my instructions. "i will do exactly as You say, Master. i am very much looking forward to doing all my preparation for You, and i hope that all i do and write will please You."

"Good slut, very good. you should write down my address while you are at it. It is 14 Mayfair Ave. Do you know it, cumslut?"

"Yes, Master, i do. It is about a ten minute drive from where i live, Master."

"Good. Now before I go I want you to tell me something and do something for me."

"Yes, Master. Of course, i will do anything for You Master."

i could hear the smile in His voice: "I want you to tell me the last time that you masturbated, My little fuckwhore. When was the last time that you touched your cunt? Or maybe I should say My cunt, as it belongs to Me now."

"Not that long ago, Sir. i touched Your pussy just before i rang You, Master." my cheeks flamed at this intimate confession. i had never talked about touching myself with anyone before.

i heard a chuckle before He replied. "you are a dirty fuck slut, aren't you slave? Are you wet and dripping, for your Master, slave?"

"Yes, Master. Even more than i was before - when i masturbated. Talking to You has turned me on so much that i ache all over and am desperate to touch myself Master, so much so that i can barely think straight. But i promise i haven't tried to relieve the ache by rubbing or touching myself, Master, as i know that i need Your permission to do any such thing, as i now belong to You and are under Your complete command."

"That is an excellent beginning, whore. I am very pleased that you refrained from touching My cunt and that you remember that you require my permission. What were you thinking about when you were rubbing and touching My cunt, slut?"

"i was thinking about You, Master, and the nipple clamps – what it would be like to have You using the nipple clamps on me. It didn't take very long at all for me to cum, Master. Barely a minute, i was so turned on."

"That pleases Me greatly, fuckslut. And confirms even more in My mind that you will be perfect for Me. In reward, I will let you touch that dripping wet pussy for Me right now, but remember, you are not allowed to cum without my permission – something that you will have to beg me for, and if you do cum without consent then there will be punishment."

"Oh thank you, Master. Thank You so so so so much!" i exclaimed as i immediately slipped my hands into my panties and began to rub at the opening and my clit, my pussy so wet that my entire hand was coated in juices as soon as i made contact with my humming cunt. My hips undulating to try and further assuage the ache and press my cunt to my fingers as they rubbed furiously back and forth, i let out moan after moan. Knowing that i would not be able to hold out much longer, i begged my Master to allow me the release that was building up and about to peak any second: "Please Master, oh please let Your little fuckwhore cum for You. i am so desperate Master. Please, i am begging You, my Master, my everything, please let me cum." The words coming out as half groans and moans. I could feel my insides start to tighten, my pussy muscles flexing, my orgasm so close, so close.......

"No. Stop touching My cunt now, you little slut. you are not allowed to cum." Shocked, but still holding onto some semblance of reason, i managed to stop touching my cunt before i tipped over the edge, so close. It was nearly too late. "Did you stop, whore? Did you keep from cumming?"

"Yes, Master, i did as You wished and didn't cum," i replied between heavy breaths.

"Good, My slave. And how do you feel slut?"

"i am aching all over with need, Master. my cunt is so wet it has soaked everywhere, and my nipples feel like they are on fire. i am so turned on now, Master."

"Good, I like you to be like that, cumbucket. Now, I am going now. So I will see you on Friday. Do not forget any of your rules, preparation and instructions; especially the rule not to touch yourself at all without my permission. I want you aching and without release for a week for next weekend."

"Yes, Master, i understand, Master."

"Good girl. Good night, pet. I will see you soon."

"Good night, Master," i replied, hanging up the phone after He hung up. Pussy aching and still breathless, i looked forward to Friday and what the future would bring with me and my Master.