Lying on the foot of Master M's bed, I revel in the warmth of his soft and warm bed sheets as I sink deeper into them. The rich mauve colouring enveloping me while lay on top of them, the softness of the mattress drawing me deeper towards sleep. Never before in my life have I been afforded such luxury, not even in the life before I was taken. A life so distant it seems as if it was not even mine, all I can remember these days is this life....... my new life. Days and nights of serving my masters and mistresses, pleasuring them in new and exciting ways, ways that before I never knew existed. While my introduction to a world bound by rules and servitude was immensely cruel, I now recognize that it was necessary in my growth as a slave and in gauging my level of experience. Maybe if I had been more experienced it would have been easier to slip into this word but I'm glad it wasn't, this way I experienced the worst so now I feel the best there is. Strangely what you think would be my worst moment, was actually the moment when I realized just how broken I was and how much I now need this life.
Standing in my circle of light, before anyone entered (as was now always the case) I awaited my master. I could be waiting 10 seconds or 10 minutes or more, I knew I had to wait standing still, the cold floor on my bare feet chilling my toes and sending shivers into my calves. Suppressing the urge to shift my weight as my legs started to cramp, I knew that I was being tested and cameras all around watched my every move.
Time crept by, but still I waited, waited for my master to take me, use me as he had before. To punish me for imagined slights against him or for slips in my training. I had long since learned only perfection was good enough, anything short of perfection was punishable and so perfection is what I strove for.
After my time in this room, (I estimated I had been down here about a month by this point but I couldn't be sure, I hadn't been outside in all this time and my only food had been chicken and rice and water the only thing I could drink. The combination of all this was turning my body (although I was hardly fat to begin with) into a very lean woman. My butt had started to tighten from all the spankings and whippings as it sought a way to protect itself, hardening and building more muscle and not fat, my puppy fat had all but disappeared. My tits were firm and perky still with my nipples almost always at a state of erection, this was just how my master preferred them.
I cant say at this point that I enjoyed the abuse that could be heaped upon my body at a moments notice but I had certainly stopped flinching from it. Iv had learned to take the cane well and even focus on the stinging it left behind as long lines of red welts rose up on my body wherever it made contact. The swish as it arced in to my bare cheeks or legs no longer made me cringe before that painful contact, I could even stand being whipped by the short whip practically anywhere on my body and surprisingly even the feel of it as it came up between my legs and stroked my pussy and clit actually sent an electric jolt through me as body would betray my desires.
This was all as my master wanted though and I didn't know if this made me angry at being turned into what I was becoming or if I was happy at serving him. So I fought it, I fought it with all I had, I didn't want to become his plaything but I knew there was no changing what I was becoming, a willing sex slave.
It was then I realized the feeling I had, standing in that room all alone, my circle of light encompassing me, holding me inside its embrace as if nothing outside mattered, only what came in to the circle. It was disappointment, I was disappointed that no one had been in yet; no one had been in to wash me. I wanted to feel their touch, everyday the women had washed me and tended to my private areas, removing any excess hair, soaping my body, massaging in oils into my skin and stroking me gently, erasing the scars and pain of the previous day's lessons. AS they cleaned me, their fingers would undoubtedly brush across my clit forcing me to control myself lest it stop, a fight with myself to keep the pleasure but not to give in to it. Even my arsehole wasn't immune to their fingers as they sought to cleanse me everywhere but even this attention would set me off, the feeling of multiple hands on my body, beautiful women tending to me, invading me where no one ever has, it didn't matter all the things I thought I would never like ,I did: not only did I like them but even standing there thinking of them was turning me on, the tell tale heat in my cheeks, the warmth in my pussy as blood flooded my privates. I badly wanted them and I realized even more how much of his I was.
More time passed but I held my stance until finally the door opened, but in stead of hearing the heavy footsteps of my master a gentle "click click" descended the stairs and made its way towards me followed by the familiar shuffling sound of my two attendees. Fighting to keep the relief and smile from my face I raised my arms out to the sides and spread my legs and awaited their ministrations.
They never came, instead, they silently walked into the inner sanctum of my circle and without even a little glance they sank to their knees in front of me at the edge of my vision. Resting on their haunches with their heads cast down looking at the stone floor. I couldn't help but look at their beautiful bodies long hair flowing down their unmarred backs, their breasts pert and round, shining with oils, the same oils I guessed I was always massaged with and I found my self wondering "who tends to these two". They both had lithe, athletic bodies with muscles subtly moving beneath the surface of their skin. It dawned on me then, that I must look very similar to this except for the muscles I must have been a replica of these two, a clone. I was about the same height, the same weight same hair style and length everything was the same or similar, I would even guess my tits were the same size and the muscles were nothing some gym time couldn't fix. All the time I was admiring the women I was only partially aware of the constant "click, click, click" as it circled me a distant silhouette just outside my world edging closer until, in front of me a woman dressed in a form fitting little dress stepped into my circle and in between the women kneeling now at her feet.
Her hair was a short brown colour trimmed neatly to her neck and she had an average looking face but perhaps if she hadn't been scowling she would have been better looking. While she had a nice body it wasn't as nice as my two attendants and therefore I guessed not as nice as and perhaps this was why she was scowling so much. Her hands were resting on the heads of the women to either side of her, fingers splayed as if to crush their skulls with one hand, and on her feet she had high heel boots that covered her legs up to her knees. All very alluring I was sure but it did nothing for me in the slightest, I had seen much more intimidating sights in my stay and also much more attractive sights starting with the women to her sides.
The sudden appearance of this woman stilled my urges and I found myself back from my dreams about the women kneeling by her and I became aware that my arms were beginning to ache and tremble from holding them out for so long, usually by now they had been bound out beyond my sight so tight I didn't have to hold them up.
Without saying a word she turned the two women's head towards each other and forced them together. They were leaning forward at such an angle that the only thing keeping them upright was the fact they were leaning against each other, I could see their tongue darting in and out, exploring each others mouth as they kissed deeply and passionately. Releasing their heads the mistress walked around them and up to me, leaving them kissing behind her, as she got closer they got more and more into their kissing as their hands started to move up each others body, I couldn't help but watch, it was enticing, I found myself wanting to be part of it and feel the tenderness of the kisses but the mistress was blocking my view.
"Lower you arms" she commanded. Immediately I complied.
"You have never been with a woman have you?"
"No mistress" I replied, knowing automatically that that was what I was I was to call her.
"Well we will soon rectify that!"
