It was to be our first night together. I had been teasing, tormenting, taunting, and training the young submissive for just over a year now. She had been my possession for almost as long. And now her “test” was complete, and I had paid for her ticket to come and be with me.
I had demanded on a year. Kay is young. Pretty, vibrant, smart… but young. When we first talked she was 18. Within a week she asked me to let me serve as my slave. I refused her. Soon, she begged. She pleaded. She wrote long emails to me trying to convince me she would be the best slave I could ever want.
“But you still have so much growing to do. You have a lot of changes coming in your life, and I’m not interested in wasting my time with someone who will leave in a year. Do you understand, pet?” I told her gently, yet sternly. I was not to be debated on this, not to be coerced.
“But I promise that won’t happen. You’re judging me on what others have done.”
“You’re right,” I replied. “And I won’t make the same mistake twice. Now that I’ve turned you down, are you angry?”
“No, Sir,” she whispered, on the verge of tears.
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to prove yourself to me?”
Her breath hitched. “Yes, Sir. Of course. Anything.”
“You have to wait a year.”
“A year? But that’s so long! I can’t wait…”
“Shut up, whore,” I said quietly. “You can and will wait a year. To prove to me that your devotion isn’t a passing fancy. You will wait a year, serving me faithfully with your heart and body. You will follow my instructions, and do as I say. You will be my possession from now on. But you will not get to be with me, to touch me or feel me touch you, for one year.”
There was a long pause.
“Think about it. Call me tomorrow when you decide yes. If you decide no, then I don’t expect to hear from you again. Goodnight, pet.”
“Wait…” she cried out, and then lowered her voice. “I’ll wait however long it takes. I’m yours, Master. All of me.”
“Okay, that’s a good girl. First rule – no sex. Your body is mine, which means your pussy, your mouth, and your ass. You will not have sexual relations with anyone, male or female. I will direct you on your sexual release, and unless instructed you will not even get yourself off. Is this understood?”
She was breathing heavily. “Yes, Sir.”
“There will be more tomorrow. Now go get some sleep. And when you lay down, you will think about our future together, in one year. You will touch your tits and play with your nipples for twenty minutes. But you are not to touch your cunt. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Goodnight, pet.”
“I love you, Master.”
And now a year had passed, a year to the day from that phone conversation. She had gone fifty two weeks without feeling a loving hand or mouth, without touching a cock or feeling it inside her. Not a real, cock, anyway. I had put her through plenty of training.
Of course, there was no way to be 100% sure she was doing everything I told her to do, but I was confident she was as good as her word. A year of devotion proved a lot to me. A year of pushing and testing, of teasing her and playing with her from afar. She might be playing with her twat five times a day, and I wouldn’t have been able to tell.
But once I saw her, I would know. Of this I was certain, and so was she. No matter how long she had talked to me, if she wasn’t as well trained as she should have been, she knew I would buy her a return ticket and send her back to Ohio.
The train rolled into the station. I got out of the car and leaned against the front bumper.
Kay was first off the train, wearing the black dress I liked so much from her pictures. Her long hair was pulled back in a thick ponytail, and her face was young and smooth and perfect. She carried a large suitcase awkwardly, and struggled to rush over to meet me.
I took the case from her, and touched the small of her back. She melted into my chest, drinking in my scent, running her hands over my chest.
“I’ve waiting for this day for so long, Master,” she wept with joy. “I will make you so happy, I promise.”
I kissed her forehead and pushed her away. I put the case in the trunk, and took out the surprise I had for her.
“On your knees, pet,” I commanded. She complied without hesitation, getting down on the dirty pavement of the parking lot in front of me. I showed her the black leather collar, and the tag that read MY WHORE.
She held up her hair with one hand while I collared her. Then I put her in the car, and we drove back to my home.
**
All the way home she chattered. She talked about the trip, about how she was going to miss her old friends a little, about a book she was reading. I reached over absently and pulled up her skirt. Her legs were clean shaven. My hand drifted up her thigh, touching her smooth, bald pussy. I pinched it until she squirmed.
“Good girl.”
I carried her case into the house. She fluttered about the living room, taking it all in, looking at her new home. I shut and locked the door, and turned to face her.
“Strip.”
She peeled off her dress. Her large, firm 19 year old tits were seductively covered with a black lace bra that was one size to small and almost bursting at the sides. She wore no panties. Kicking off her shoes, she revealed that her cute toes were painted the same shade of red as her fingers. She took off the bra, and stood before me nude save her collar.
“Spread your legs and use your fingers to spread out your pussy, slut.” She spread open her pink lips, showing me the glistening wet folds inside.
“Who owns that cunt, cunt?”
“You do, Sir.”
“And that cunt is never to be touched without my permission.”
“Never, Master. Never. This cunt is yours.”
“Come to me, pet,” I beckoned her. I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger and pulled her face up to meet mine. “I want to taste that sweet mouth of your before I defile it.”
Our tongues danced, soft and moist. She was trembling in my arms, so happy, so nervous. When I broke the kiss, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees.
“I’ll start your training tomorrow. I have much to tell you, pet. But tonight is for us. But remember what I told you – your body is mine. Your pleasure, your sex, your orgasms, they all belong to me now, and I give them to you as I see fit. Never forget that.”
K bowed down. She put her face to the ground and kissed the tops of my feet, one then the other.
“I am your slave. I belong to you, Master. Always.”
“Then show me what a whore’s mouth is best used for.”
I unzipped my pants and pulled out of thick cock. She put her hands behind her back, linking her fingers, and sucked the head of my dick between her lips and into her deep, wet mouth. She worked it expertly, as it expanded and lengthened down her throat. She took it deeper, slurping on it and working her tongue along the underside. She was panting, grunting, letting the saliva drip from her lips like a wild animal.
“That’s it, slut. Suck it. Show me what you’ve learned.”
I had told her, some months earlier, the exact measurements of my cock. It isn’t the biggest thing ever, almost nine inches long, but it has the girth of a Red Bull can when fully aroused. She purchased a dildo that matched those measurements, and practiced her cocksucking. She was showing me that she had indeed been working hard, and her performance was virtuoso.
I grabbed her ponytail and impaled her face on my manhood, burying it deep. Her nose pressed into my pubic hair. She gagged. I let her slide out a few inches, and drew her back. Slowly I picked up the pace, fucking her face at whatever tempo I desired. She kept her hands down, her jaw slack, and let my hands guide her. Her slippery throat was heavenly, spasming around my meat.
I yanked on her hair, pulling her off my cock. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust and devotion. She opened her mouth as far as it would go, stretching her paint-smudged lips to the limit, and extended her tongue.
The first shot of my cum splattered across her tongue. She moaned, and the second spurt splashed across her upper lip and right cheek. I kept coming and coming, until her lower face was dripping, and her tongue was covered with white.
Her eyes implored me.
