Part of the Furniture

When we were at school together I had no regard for the pathetic, snivelling creature that I now held under my gaze. My contempt towards her had only grown over time, however, now I no longer saw her as a figure to criticise and laugh at. Presently she was mine to command, train and punish. An adornment in my home. Let me tell you how it started...

The second I saw her at a BDSM community I knew that I was going to claim her as my sub. The convergence of our lives again must have meaning, I recognised her instantly, her big brown eyes penetrating my soul, reminding me of a simpler time. She was serving on her hands and knees as a table for a group of her Dom's friends, a glass rested on her lower back. When I saw her humble expression I knew I had to enquire as to what her conditions of use were. Luckily she was a new sub of the host who very graciously said that I could play with her once she was no longer needed in this capacity. Eventually she was relieved of the objects placed on top of her and dismissed from her position. She was ordered before her master who whispered in her ear and pointed over to wear I was sat. Sexily I crawled over wiggling my bottom slowly and seductively.

Gazing up at me she waited. Snarling at her intrigued expression, I leant down to kissed her. Pulling her by the chin to a standing position I pleasured her pussy. Somewhat shamed and slightly excited she looked at the floor to conceal the pleasure shooting through her. She never looked at me. Then I resolved to capture her attention by biting her ear, pulling away saying

'You may come upstairs and pleasure me, slave.'

Nodding she followed as I attached a leash her live in master had given me to her service collar. I could see the shock in her eyes as she followed me around, unsure what to say or do given that we had known each other so long ago. This reminder of the past was difficult for her - she squirmed in discomfort - and I loved every agonising second.

Leading her up the stairs I turned around to look down on her. She followed me to the spare room that was decorated with too much crushed velvet and a multitude of erotic cartoons. Making it look like more of a sex dungeon than a guest room, but still. Dragging her in I closed the door.

'Kneel there'

Pointing before me, naturally she did as she had no choice.

I sat on the bed staring at the slave I was going to play with. Giving her a grin I gave my next command.

'Open your mouth'

Her jaw dropped and tongue flopped out. I prepared my spit. It flew into her open hole and instantly she swallowed looking up at me with an interest, that suggested she had a hunger for more saliva. I slapped her and stood up.

'Undress me'

Pulling down my trousers, she stared at the package in my boxers and went to fold the garment. Wanting to build some kind of rapport and give her a small treat by way of teasing I asked

'What are you looking at?'

At first she didn't answer. I was led to nudge her like she was a badly behaved dog. Her shamed face staring at the carpet and for the first time in my company she spoke timidly

'Permission to speak Master?'

'Yes my little voyeur what is it?'

'May I please stand to unbutton your shirt master?'

'You may. First tell me what's making your mouth water?'

'I am excited by the outline of your penis Master. It looks yummy and I want to taste it.'

'I bet you do whore. That wet mouth looks so eager to consume my venerable member. Show me you deserve it.'

Without missing a beat she pressed her breasts together and moved her shoulders too and fro.

'Better. Now take my shirt off.'

Gracefully she stood to perform the task placing it atop the trousers. I was getting cold and she was getting fucked very soon, she looked so good. The little minx bit her lip looked to my crotch and then to the floor.

'May I help with your undergarment Master? How I want to see and suck your massive dick.'

'Yeah you do. Not right now, you may not. Take off my socks first.'

I resumed my seated position on the bed and she did as instructed. Then I shuffled to sit with my back against the headboard leaving her on the floor. My next instruction I deliberately intoned as if I were speaking to a dog.

'Get on the bed. Sit next to me and kiss me. Pretend like it's high school again.'

I winked. She was stood over the bed and froze. All of the colour dropped out of her body and panic seemed to set in. Dropping all protocol she spoke like she was addressing an equal. All the tension we'd built between us had been destroyed as she broke character.

'I thought you didn't recognise me. Now I'm embarrassed.'

'Why it's just the same? You are simply here as a vehicle for my entertainment so that I can pass some time. Only now I get to torment you all by myself. And you are going to be a good, grateful slave that worships every tiny move I make. Although now it is explicit. Don't forget your place.'

It was then she decided to ignore me and brat.

'The only thing is I do this to deal with the trauma of back then. I don't know how well this is going to work for me. With you.'

Growing angry I stood over her and kissed her wordlessly. I could feel her shake, yet she kissed me back with some aggression. Overwhelmed she started to cry. Unsure of where to go or what to do. What a pathetic weakling.

'You may leave now if you choose, slave. Either you have your reputation within the community destroyed or you may complete the scene and we can see how compatible we are.'

Quickly deciding she liked the size of my dick and enjoyed kissing me she resumed her role and carried on pleasing me. Doing the scene justice.

'Yes master'

Raising a knee she went to climb on to the bed mounting it I quickly turned her over and mounted her. Ripping my pants off and slamming my hard cock into her wet shaved pussy, I railed her so good that she cried in my face with each thrust. I came in her front hole and turned her onto her front entering the back. As I staked my claim onto her asshole she grunted, groaning at the ache climbing through her as I held her hips. The sound of her suffering filled me with glee. Sitting up with my cock in her I slapped her cheeks several times to encourage some movement.

'My dicks cold hump faster slave'

'Okay'

'Okay what?'

I wasn't messing around. I enjoyed fucking her and I wanted a good slave. Elongating every syllable she turned her head over her shoulder addressing me with a moan, secretly I could tell she enjoyed it. Maybe even more than myself.

'Okay master, I'll hump your dick faster'

This she did beautifully and in another hole I came, one left. Perfect I thought to myself that whore mouth could clean up her own whore shit she'd left on my penis. I pulled out grabbed her and through her back to the floor. Pointing I commanded that she suck. So she did. Grabbing her head I took it for a party on top of my knob slamming it back and forth into my crotch. Her tongue outlined it and she played with the sensitive head. Her drool falling onto the carpet, I was thinking as I did this, about how I could best train her should she agree to be my full time slave. A thought that made me want to sing out in joy to the glories of the world.

With every beat in our fucking my heart grew more certain that she was the one I could own and fully craft as I desired, removing all sense of her own wants. This was a person I needed. My philosophy as a master there should be very little evidence that a sub has ever acted selfishly, I wanted there to be no evidence of her serving herself - she was to be trained for me with my needs catalysing every move she made in existence. Her hair was now wrapped through my fingers keeping the hussy firmly on the dick. She closed her eyes and moaned happily as I filled her.

This delight she revelled in was not good enough. For her pleasure was a momentary thing, this could not be sustained if she was to be an efficient slave. She choked on me. Knowing her breathing was suffering caused me to jizz and as soon as I came I ripped my fingers from their resting place on her scalp. Pulling some hair out with me. Letting her go she swallowed the baby batter, finishing it like a good slut, after gulping at the air in relief. Looking up she was waited for her next cue. I rolled my eyes expecting her to be well trained enough to thank me. No such luck.

'Thank me slave, I just deposited a great sum of precious spunk into you.'

'I am not worthy of your seed Master. A great many thanks.'

I examined her pleased by her state of disarray after our playtime, rebalance of the master/slave dynamic had been restored, she forged a new kind of respect for me. Based on dazzlement not fear. I stood feeling a great weight taken off my shoulders having had the opportunity for release - I threw a towel at her.

'Wipe the remaining seamen off you. We shall rejoin the party presently. First though I have a question?'

Before I could ask if I could ask her (I was working on pacing) she spoke. I attempted to stay calm at the interruption.

'Master, I know it's not my place but I would like to be your slave permanently.'

Still naked, I sat down lounging on the bed looking at her curiously. Secretly I was pleased that she said it, not me. Concealing my pleasure I had to nip this jumping the gun in the bud.

'How quickly your mind changes, you promise that once you sign a contract it is until I release you. That better be clear. What of your current Master slave girl? Shall he not miss you?'

'He has other slaves, I am not his favourite. Especially if you tell him you want me Master.'

I liked what she said, it made me feel secure that she would be loyal.

'I'll see how well behaved you are for the rest of the night. You have permission to dress me now.'

This she did efficiently. When I was ready I reattached her collar leading her to the party. Being a kind man I let her use the washroom as she needed deodorant, she sweated a lot and smelt foul. Coming out she thanked me for the opportunity to freshen up and evade embarrassment.

Everybody had left, and the host was sat with one slave on his lap another at his feet. He extended a hand for the leash I held. Taking a sip of his drink he asked

'How was it? She's not bad is she?'

I handed him the leash he unclipped it and she sank to his feet. Instinctively she began massaging them, planting kisses on the foot that she had dominion over. Jealousy bubbled away in me. I swallowed my pride and pointed to the wanton slag I observed.

'This one was good.'

Her master shook her off and handed him the lead for her collar.

'She bored me, have her. Keep the lead. On me.'

Looking to her I saw her straining to attempt to cover the excitement and trepidation that she was feeling. Letting go of the foot she was working on.

'Let's go. We shall pick up your things tomorrow, let's get you home. Now you're mine.'

...Ever since that good fuck she has been mine to torment. And she loved me for it. Even as I write this she is being used for my foot stool, an excellent object whose obedience has no limits. Wherever I put her is where she belongs - an accessory in my home to be used for whatever. And my victim was back where she belonged, underneath my feet completely at my mercy. It was her rightful place to be degraded for the pleasure of others.