This was my first time writing a serious story from the first person point of view, so I apologize if it seems a little off. I once had an online Master who liked to assign me tasks, and one task was to write an erotic story where I was the main character and how I would like to be introduced to the BDSM world. This is the outcome of that task, so please enjoy it. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
New Life: The Awakening
I watched out the window as the summer rain ran down in torrents, turning the world gray and thus smashing my hopes for a peaceful walk outside. Oh well, I thought, I could probably find something to do inside. After an hour of having nothing to do I went and cracked a window to get a breeze, before laying down on the couch for a cat nap. Drowsily I thought I heard a noise, but it was probably just the wind and I fell asleep on my couch on a rainy Friday afternoon.
I awoke uncomfortable, my limbs sore for some reason. Groggily I tried to move my arms, fully waking when I realized that I couldn't move my arms or legs. My eyes snapped open and I was filled with panic when I realized I couldn't see. I opened my mouth to scream when I realized that something was shoved into my mouth, keeping me quiet. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping this was a dream. After a few seconds I opened them again to darkness and began to whimper into my gag, realizing why I couldn't move was because my arms and legs had been bound. I had been hogtied apparently, my limps drawn tight behind my back, the rope that bound them cutting into my wrists and ankles. After this realization, I could suddenly feel my nakedness, knowing now that I was completely nude and bound.
Little did I know, my captor was there the entire time, watching as I woke up, his eyes gauging my every reaction to my bondage. He nodded appreciatively, his eyes assessing my chubby body, taking in every delicious curve. He'd have to make some adjustments to get his new pet just right, but he had all the time in the world to play and perfect her.
After a couple minutes of muted writhing, my captor moved closer to look down at his new slave. A smile formed on his lips as he bent and slid a gloved finger along my unprotected slit, the sudden touch making me scream into my gag, my body growing hypersensitive and tense from waiting. My screaming stopped after a moment, turning instead to quiet sobs as he appraised the glistening streak that appeared on his glove.
"Well, well slave, I see you're finding your new accommodations... Comfortable... It's a relief to finally have found the perfect slut for my training... You see, girl, I am a Master. I take worthless whores like you, and train them to live under my guidance and control. My girl's are free as slaves, having their every move and thought carefully crafted, learning to love and crave my control over them. You are my newest addition girl, and you will learn to call me Master, not only over you physically, but mentally as well..."
I could barely think as I lay panting in my gag, a slave? I had never dreamed of becoming a slave to anyone, let alone a stranger who kidnapped me. I tried to speak to the stranger, my voice muffled by the gag. He merely watched with interest as his words sunk in to my brain. "Good, now that you have an understanding, we have no time to waste."
I could feel my body being lifted as if I was a mere doll, the ropes binding me rubbing along my skin. After a few short steps I was placed on a cold metal surface, the sudden cold shocking my hot skin. I didn't realize how hot I was until the metal first burned my skin with the contrast before cooling my body down. Panic was slowly sweeping into my brain as the severity of the situation finally hit home. My captor heard my sniffling as I began to cry, and quickly moved to take off my blindfold.
"Ah, now there is a sight to behold. Look into my eyes when you cry, girl. I want to see every moment of your torment." My eyes opened to see a blurry gray room... A dungeon? I blinked away my tears and tried to look around when my captor grabbed my chin, yanking my head back painfully until my reddened eyes met his. "When I give you a command slave, you better do it!" Each word was brought home by a sharp yank to my hair, and I struggled to keep my eyes on his as fresh tears rolled down my cheeks.
My hazel eyes met his, the most beautiful cold blue eyes I have ever seen. The man was in his mid-thirties, very fit and slightly tanned like he worked in the sun. There was an intense hardness to his body, one that commanded attention and submission. He was very handsome, rough around the edges. He was clad in a simple button up shirt, a pair of jeans, and black leather boots.
"There, now that wasn't so hard, was it bitch?" He let my head go with disgust and moved to untie me. "If you fucking move, I will cut you with this knife until you can't scream anymore. Got that whore?" His voice was barely above a growl as he flashed the knife in my face. My wide eyes stared at the knife and I nodded my head slightly, never taking my eyes off the blade until he moved away to cut my bindings. Feeling the knife on my skin, I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking he would cut me. "Oh no, little slave. I would never cut you on accident, I'm too good with a knife for that." He laughed evilly and tore away the bindings, my limbs finally relaxing after being bound so tight. While pulling off my gag, he tapped the side of my face with the flat part of the blade, causing me to flinch, "On your back, whore."
I could only blink for a second at my captor's face, until he showed me the knife again. My aching limbs willed themselves to move and I flopped over onto my back, revealing my hard nipples and my glistening pussy. My body tensed as the blade of the knife trailed along my skin, light enough to feel the sharp blade but not hard enough to cut the trembling flesh.
"You have such a pretty pussy, slave. Let's take a look." He set the knife beside my body on the table, my eyes following it then looking to his face. I didn't dare move when his hands spread my thighs, pulling my pussy lips apart. My heartbeat doubled in speed at the feeling of his fingertips on my lips, slowly spreading me open to get a better look. "Soaking wet. You are such a slut, my pretty little slave. I can hardly wait to fuck you until you break..." His eyes hardened as they bore into mine, his voice barely above a growl, "Have you ever been raped, April?"
Just then I lost it and began to scream, knowing that it would do no good but I couldn't stop my body from kicking into flight or fight mode. Before I could even lift a hand from the table, my captor's hand slammed me back to the table. I lay gasping as he knocked the air from me, ceasing my screaming. His lips were pulled back from his teeth in a snarl as he leaned into my face. "You move again and I will kill you. No one knows you're gone, or where you are. You are mine, slave." His hand left my chest and went to unbuckle his pants. "I was going to take it slow on you, slave, but now that I see what a slut you are let's just get this over with."
I began to whimper as he took his pants off and moved to me, his hands easily flipping me onto my stomach. He pulled my legs off the end of the table and secured each one to a leg of the table, holding my legs open. I laid my head on the table, my eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled down my cheeks, feeling him binding my arms to the other legs of the table, leaving me immobile to his actions with my arms stretched above my head.
Moving behind me, his large rough hands ran over my chubby ass, squeezing my globes hard in his hands. I could only whimper, feeling his thumbs moving closer to my unprotected asshole. The man who called himself my Master smiled, feeling my body tensing under his hands. His fingers slipped to my pussy, teasing my lips for a moment, his eyes fierce as he watched me writhe in my bindings. Without hesitation both of his thumbs slipped into my pussy, quickly spreading me wide so he could peer into my wet hole. "Very nice, you are chubby but your pussy is so tight. I can't wait to fuck your pussy, slave. It's so wet it'll give me enough lube to fuck your tight little ass when I'm finished pounding your cunt."
His words send a shudder through my body, my mind racing as fear and arousal combined to heighten every one of my senses. His thumbs rubbed the inside of my pussy very slowly as he admired his new toy, watching as his thumbs grew slick with my excitement. "Looks like you're ready to take Master's cock, slut."
I whimpered at his words, trying not to cry out as I felt the bulbous head of his hard cock rubbing slowly along my wet pussy lips, gathering my fluids onto his shaft as he teased me. My eyes closed as his tip brushed against my glistening hole before shoving inside of me, his cock ramming deep into my slick pussy. Pain and surprise shot through my body as he filled my cunt, my back arching at the pain but only managing to thrust myself back onto his probing cock. "Oh, what a slut, already wanting more of your Master's cock. Well little slave, you won't be feeling that way soon." His voice was barely above a growl in my ear, his breath hot on my flesh.
Wasting no time his hands gripped my hips painfully, his nails digging into my chubby flesh as he pulled his cock halfway from my pussy, only to slam it home with a loud grunt. My body writhed on the table, pain spreading from my soaked loins. "Your pussy is clutching at my dick, you little whore. I bet you're enjoying this, your cries are like music to me, and I love to hear you sing girl." With that he began a hard pace, thrusting his dick in and out of my stretching pussy, pounding my walls loose with his big cock. I cried out with each thrust, shame filling me at the sounds of his cock sloshing in and out of my soaked pussy.
