Part Seven: Decision Day
Slut Valerie had to spend the night collared and chained to the wall in slave quarters lying on the mattress still damp with April's juices. Her hands were cuffed behind her with another chain linked to her ankle cuffs and her legs drawn up. It wasn't as tight as a hog tie, that would be a bit dangerous, but just enough to be uncomfortable to sleep easily.
Without a word Master left her in near total darkness.
Tomorrow he would tell her if she could stay, if he would take her as a permanent slave. Valerie was completely conflicted with self doubt to the point of nausea. She had followed every order, willingly endured every punishment, every degradation without question. And in the process she had begun to learn the ways of her calling. She had become a slave...or perhaps released the submissive slave that had always been her true self. That was her identity, her future. If he turned her out she would have to find another dominant...male or female who would have her. She knew she could not go back to her old life. It would kill her...so she would have to risk being killed in the streets or forced into a brothel. In a way, it wouldn't matter. She had had freedom all her life, run away the one time it was challenged. Now she had willingly turned away from that freedom. No going back now.
In the darkness demon-like images grew bright in her mind. She knew he had been telling her she had been doing well, but in the long night she came to believe that was just a a set up to the final revenge...banishment. Her mind filled with images of what failure might mean.
There was no sleep that night.
The door slammed open and the light streamed in. Master spoke not a word but removed the collar chain and freed her legs. Master Bennett headed out and she followed. They went to the dungeon.
Master made her kneel in the middle of the room on a thick rubber mat and then gagged her securely. He wanted her only to listen, not speak.
He crouched down to her eye level and without preamble said, "Slave Valerie. I choose to keep you."
Her eyes went wide, her skin went pale. After last night's self imposed mind-fucking, these were the last words she ever expected to hear. She began to shake with relief.
Master Bennett watched her process his declaration of intent silently.
"We have a few things to do today to confirm my ownership. But first I will now claim ownership of you through claiming your body." He paused to stroke her cheek, her lovely breasts. He tweaked her already hard nipples.
"This is your last chance to walk away. I am going to cause you three hole pain. It will be the harshest I have administered and will likely never be repeated. I am removing the gag. You will speak no words no matter what. Then I will claim ownership of each of those holes. Is that clear?"
She nodded, her eyes once gleaming with elation were now tinged with fear.
"Suffer well, like the slave you have become."
He removed the gag and held up two wicked two tongue clamps with attached weights.
"I am claiming you as my slave in pain and pleasure. If you are willing to be claimed, present your tongue."
She complied instantly and he screwed the clamps tightly into place. They hurt but not as terribly as the expected, until Master pushed her onto her back, the weights pulling in two different directions. It felt like her tongue was being ripped in two. "Augh!"
Master Bennet replaced her simple ankle cuffs with a sturdy hanger pair and deftly clipped them widely apart on a spreader bar attached to the overhead pulley. Protecting the head of his new property he winched her up until she was fully off the ground and left her swinging. The weights swung too, pulling her tongue in different directions causing exquisite torment. The strain on her hips was quite harsh. She knew that if this was a prolonged session her muscles would start to shake soon.
It would not be. This was an ownership event, not a play session. Master Bennett was making a statement. He felt great love still for his former wife, but that would be for another day. This was about exorcising the last of his resentful feelings about her, and defining the new relationship they would have.
Master stepped to the table and picked his harshest dragon tail crop. He unclipped her wrists, now numb from their long confinement.
"Reach up and spread your butt cheeks as wide as you can. I am laying claim to your asshole."
Slave did as ordered, bending her body at the waist as much as her bondage would allow and using stiff painful limbs to pull her cheeks apart trying to give Master the most complete access.
There was no warm up, no gentleness. Master wound up and delivered ten of the hardest strokes he could only waiting long enough for the screaming, writhing slave to return to position. Each blow made her moan. The tongue clamps 'enhanced' the whole experience with their cruel pulling. Each time she settled, Slave Valerie tried to expose herself as much as she was able.
When he finished he took a moment for a sip of water.
"I am laying claim to your cunt. Your hands are free. Do not use them for your protection."
He then attacked her exposed pussy even more harshly since it had no protection whatever. Screaming, grunting. Slave even peed herself since he had not let her visit the bathroom when she woke up, but she made to move to reach for her aching cunt. The urine cascaded down her chest, probably some even made it into her mouth. He wasn't into watersports, but this was not a normal event. When he finished, she went limp.
Holding her head, he gently lowered her to the piss soaked mat. Unclipping her he carried her over to the bed and lay her on her back removing the tongue clamps. The searing pain of the whipping was still intense and she screamed with blood rushing back into her mouth. Master Bennet gave her no pause to recover.
"I am laying claim to your cunt. Present!"
As he stripped off his pants she lifted her legs, spread them wide and held them with her hands, still sobbing in pain. She said nothing but looked at him beseechingly.
Master Bennet's cock was rock hard. He thrust into her fully and fast. There was no love in his fucking, just ownership. After perhaps five minutes he withdrew.
"I am laying claim to your asshole. Hands and knees."
She scrambled into position and spread her cheeks with her hands. With no more lube than was remained from her cunt juice, he slammed into her again eliciting a savage cry of pain. Her lubed up anal use in training had not prepared her for this. The pain knocked the breath out of her, and yet she had never been so happy in the bliss of surrender. He was keeping her! She would be his slave! Again he pounded for several minutes and withdrew his shit stained cock.
"I am claiming your mouth. Kneel, hands clasped behind your back. Present!"
Of course she opened her mouth. She looked into her Master's eyes and not at his filthy cock though she could smell it briefly before he thrust it into her open mouth. Grabbing the back of her head he began to throat fuck her. He didn't bother with choking games or play but thrust in and out furiously ignoring of her gagging. He was so aroused by her look of submission that it took far less than five minutes. He shouted, "Take this gift and become my forever slave!" as he shot his load down her throat.
And it was done.
He knelt down facing her. "Slave Valerie, I own you now. You may speak."
Valerie who felt a million words coursing through her said, "Thank you. With all heart I call you my Master. I will serve you for the rest of my life."
"Clean up your piss, shower and meet me upstairs. There is more to your day than this. We will have some breakfast and then we will go onto your next duty, informing your soon to be ex husband of your new status."
A shot of fear ran through Valerie like a bolt of electricity. Valerie was ashamed of hurting Greg, but frankly that ship had sailed. The only thing left was to follow orders and accept whatever would happen.
Over breakfast Master Bennett slid over a sheaf of legal papers. "I have had a lawyer friend prepare these for your signature. You are welcome to read them through but essentially, you are filing for divorce; you are waving your ownership and property rights to the house and all chattel; you are transferring all of your financial assets to the joint account and removing your name from the account. It is all legal, though you may be called to affirm it in person at some later date. I will have to go easy on you to make sure there are no visible marks that day." He smiled. "You will be spending a weekend with the lawyer sometime soon as part of his payment. He's not very kinky, but I think he is planning a party with you as the only female guest.
"There is also a slave contract, based on your original essay. It is not legally enforceable, of course, but as long as you are my slave I own you in every sense, your body, your clothes, your life choices, your freedom.
"You will live where I tell you, have sex where and when I decide, eat what I provide, vacation where I wish to vacation, manage the house under my direction and accept any and all punishments (except those stated in your limits list) whether deserved or not. This contract is reviewable annually for a period of 24 hours on this date.
"In other words, Slave Valerie, you are completely abandoning your old life. That woman no longer exists. You have surrendered that life to me every meaningful sense of the word. Most importantly, you are offering along with your submission, your trust that I will not ever truly harm you in a permanent way physically or psychologically.
"Is all this clear?" She nodded.
"And if and when you are ready, please sign. I am going upstair for my shower and will be back down in an hour."
"It's clear, Master. I will sign."
