Making A Slave Ch 01 1

I was just 18 when I met Brian he was a few years older than me but I thought nothing of it. He was very nice to me and took me to some nice places and introduced me to his friends as his girlfriend and though we hadn't even had sex of any kind at this point I played the part of the loving girlfriend.

This went on for about three months when out of the blue he asked if I wanted to move in with him, he told me that he had three bedrooms and I could choose out of the two that were empty to be mine. I did think this was strange as we still hadn't had sex, and he hadn't even tried anything in all this time.

It was six months into our relationship when I finally moved in with Brian he showed me the rooms and told me to pick one. I picked the pink room it was clean and girly having its own shower and toilet and seems like a hotel room but he said that this was my room and he wouldn't ever enter unless invited but other that my room the rest of the house was his and he would expect me to follow his rules within that part of the property. I agreed not thinking of what his rules could be.

Brian helped me move my few belongings in and then left me to settle in I put my clothes away then joined Brian in the kitchen where he had made some tea. I thought typical English with the tea. I was going to say I prefer to have coffee but then remembered his house his rules. This may be one of them, so I said nothing and drank my tea.

Even with the milk I could tell the tea wasn't normal as it had a scent about it and I could taste honey and lemon and cloves enthused within the warming drink. "Do you like the tea Milly?" I said yes but I soon started to feel drowsy.

"That's ok let the tea take effect. As tomorrow you will begin your slave training and you will need your rest." This was the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep...

I awoke some time later not really knowing what time it was my watch had gone from my wrist and I could see no light through the curtains. I got out of my bed to find I was naked and shaved, my pubis and under arm there was no sign of hair and even my legs had a freshly shaved look about them.

Ok strange I most certainly didn't shave but it was of no mind. As this was a new start for me and I felt that my clean look was a way of leaving the past behind me.

The time wasn't immediately important my bladder was I need to empty it and attempted to enter my bathroom, however the door was locked, I was desperate to go to the toilet, is this part of my training? "Brian, why is my toilet locked?"

"Milly, it is a new day and you need to leave your past behind. You do things when I say not when you want. Do you understand?"

"But I have to go. Please!"

"Come here child." I walked out into the kitchen and saw Brian sat at the table in a dark pair of trousers and shirt, drinking a glass of orange juice. Just looking at it made the pressure of my bladder far worse. "Put those on and sit down." Brian said, pointing at a seat at the end of the table. I pulled it out and looked at it. "Brian there are thumb tacks on it?" Brian smiled and stared at me.

"What are you waiting for?" Brian said raising his voice slightly. I looked down at the seat and the white pair of knickers that were on the table in front of it. I picked up the knickers and put them on then sat on the tacks, as they pushed through the tight material and bit into my skin I started to cry, but Brian just smiled. Between my full bladder and the tacks biting into the flesh of my bottom I couldn't talk all I could do was concentrate on the pain and control my feelings but he knew what I was feeling and his smile grew bigger as the tears ran down my face.

"Drink this." Brian said, pushing a glass of orange juice towards me. "Don't move until you have drunk all of that." Pointing at the carton of juice next to his glass. "If you make a mess you will be cleaning it up with your tongue. I reached for the glass and sipping the juice until it was empty then reached for the carton and pooped my next glass. Three more glass full of juice I forced down my throat before the carton was empty, my belly stretched allowing room for each drop.

"Ok you can go now." Brian said. Pointing at a bucket that he placed next to me.

"What you want me to pee in a bucket?" Brian just looked at me not saying a word, I knew I had no choice so I straddled the bucket and started to pull at the clean knickers he had instructed me to wear. "No! Brian said. I knew what he wanted me to pee through my knickers into the bucket so I opened my legs and my bladder allowing my waters to flow. My pee sprayed into the bucket and down my legs and onto the floor. All I could think about was the relief of feeling my bladder emptying and my belly returning to normal.

"You have made a mess, now you will have to clean that up." Remembering what Brian had said I got on my knees and started to lick the puddles of pee from the floor. Then I felt a sharp pain across my bottom I cried out but all this got me was another sharp pain.

I looked back to see Brian standing beside me with a split cane that was swooshing down to strike my already sore bottom a third time. It bit into my buttocks and I let out another yelp that was met with another swish of the cane. I realised that if I reacted then he would hit me so I returned to liking up my pee and after one more swish of the cane my beating stopped.

"You learn quickly. I will have you trained and sold in a week or so if you continue to learn at this rate." Brian said smiling at me as he dipped the glass from the table into the pee bucket and pointed at the seat with the tacks on it. I knew exactly what I had to do and I knew I had no longer a choice in my life.