Dry-mouthed she felt an electric frisson of fear as the cab pulled up in front her Master's home. She had served him for over a year now, but only now and then, whenever he called and demanded her presence. She always went, of course, dropped what she was doing, groomed and dressed as he required and went for as long as he wanted. Sometimes it was a few hours, sometimes a weekend. She didn't always know in advance. Once, gloriously, he had kept her for an entire week, restrained, fucked, whipped.
It had been the best week of her life.
In fact, it had revealed something to her. She was not just a submissive. At heart she was a slave. Missing a week at work cost her a job, but she didn't care. Jobs had become meaningless. At heart she was a slave. The rest of her life sucked. She was 29 and had never been really happy until she met him. It was a boring blur of crappy jobs and crappy apartments. She lived for her hours of service to him.
Today she was going to roll the dice. She would offer herself to him completely to do with as he would. She desperately hoped he would accept her permanently, enslave her fully. She wanted nothing more than to surrender her life to him. If he didn't accept, she would be devastaded, but she knew she would have to find someone to enslave her. Maybe if Master rejected her he would sell her to someone else, turning her into the piece or property. It was a thought that excited every nerve ending in her willing body.
Quickly she paid the cab. The fare was $23. She gave him the $40 she had brought and said, "Keep the change," and got out. She would soon have no pocket for the change anyway. She had nothing with her now, no money, no ID, no personal items. She was going all in with this gamble. She had called her Master's phone and knew he was home.
On shaky legs she walked towards the front door set well back from the street. She climbed the steps. She looked at the envelope with his name on it that she had cradled on the way over. She had bought an entire box of the most expensive stationary just so she could write this one note. It was a letter of request, of submission, offering him everything, begging him to accept her service.
With a deep breath she took off the cheap plastic raincoat she had bought and tossed it over the railing. No going back. All she wore now were red four-inch heels, a thick red leather collar and four cuffs. They had all been gifts from him. She now had nothing of her own except the body she prayed would soon be his entirely. With one deep breath she rang the bell. As she knelt in the display position he had taught her she linked her wrist cuffs and looked at the ground, holding the envelope in her hands.
Of course, the wait of perhaps a half a minute seemed interminable. The door opened and she found herself looking not at his shoes, but at a pair of expensive women's sandals. She kept her head bowed. A hand with alluring red nail polish came into view and took the envelope from her.
"Well, isn't this a piece of arrogance from a slut!" said a low female voice. The mystery woman's left hand grabbed her by the chin and lifted her head. Her right hand delivered a considerable and shocking slap to the girl's face.
Letting go she turned back into the house, "It's for you, dear. Were you expecting a package delivery? I thought we only played separately," she added petulantly.
The woman walked away from the open door. The now confused sub stayed on her knees, not knowing what to do. Her face was red with both shame and handprint. Who was this woman calling her Master "dear?" Had she just made a complete and utter fool of herself? She could feel tears rising but held them back. She would not show tears, unless Master caused the with his collection of whips and floggers.
Several minutes passed before she heard footsteps returning, solid and male.
"Well, what a surprise! An impudent surprise, but and interesting one," he said in a half-amused tone, then he grew menacing, "You have disrupted my home and arrived uninvited. I have your envelope, so I suppose you should come in while we read it. Follow me... crawling."
"We." The word rang in her ears. The mystery woman would have a role deciding her fate. Her anxiety soared. With her hands cuffed in front of her, crawling was no easy matter, but still she shuffled as quickly as possible behind the man rapidly leaving her behind. She entered the spacious living room and scuttled awkwardly to the wing chair where he was now sitting. The woman was sitting several feet away on the sofa.
Not knowing what to do she assumed her presentation position once again.
"Well, David, I will admit you picked a pretty one. Not gorgeous, but attractive enough." The words cut, but then the girl thought that was probably their purpose. She sensed a jealousy.
"If you have not fathomed it by now, this is my wife. We learned long ago that we are both dominants. We love each other deeply but recognized that we both needed to play our roles, and so as she suggested we usually do that separately. She has her subs and I have mine. This isn't the first time we have met one of the other's toys, but it is the first time one has turned up uninvited.
"Now, I see you have brought me a letter. I assume it will say whatever it is you came to communicate so you shall not speak unless directly required to do so."
Master slit the envelope with the care he did everything and slid out the letter.
Dearest Master,
I have come to realize that I love serving you more than anything else in the world. The rest of my life is empty. At home I strip naked and follow your protocols pretending that I am still serving you. It is the only joy I get in my day. It consumes me. I have thought long and hard about what I am about to write:
Sir, I humbly offer myself to you. I beg you to enslave me permanently. I wish to surrender my right to choose, to decide or to say no in any and all aspects of my life. I will accept any usage, any punishment, any mark you feel is appropriate. If the day comes when you are done with me I ask you to give me to some other master or mistress. I no longer wish to be free. I willingly surrender my life into your hands.
So I come to you, Sir, wearing nothing but the things you have given me, carrying nothing personal, offering myself completely. I beg you to accept this unworthy woman as your permanent slave.
Humbly and beseechingly,
"Hmm. You have not signed this letter, slave. Why not?"
Realizing the was now "required to speak" she said, "Master, if I become your property, you should name me. I wish to be yours completely. I will gladly sign this letter and any contract you propose with the name you give me."
"This is an interesting proposition. What do you think, Miranda?"
"I think she is a presumptuous little cow, invading the sanctity of our home with her shameless begging. I think I should slap her again."
"I agree. Crawl over to my wife, sit up and be slapped."
The nervously hopeful slave shuffled over to the sofa and knelt up between the woman's spread legs. She lifted her face to be slapped and got her first glance at the majestic blonde wife of her Master. Her hopes fell thinking her Master would never trade her for this beauty.
The slap Miranda delivered was no love tap. The sound resounded in the room and made the girl's head spin and eyes swim with tears.
"Thank you Ma'am."
She barely got the words out before a second slap crashed on her other cheek. There were four in all. The slave's chest pounded as she tried to catch her breath.
"I suppose, my dear, we should discuss this privately," Master said to Miranda.
"Yes," she agreed, "but in any event this little bitch deserves some severe punishment if not outright dismissal."
"Oh, I agree. No matter what you and I decide she is in for a hard night before we tell her if she can stay or be gone forever."
His words hurt more than his wife's blows. She could not stop the tears now.
Her master rose and walked in front of her. Ignoring her collapsing emotions, he clipped a leash to her collar and set off down the hall to the stairway. Master...and she know realized his mistress wife... kept a well equipped playroom down there.
With a complete lack of gentleness he dragged her down the stairs. It was all she could do to keep from falling. She knew he was angry and for the first time with him she was very afraid.
"Flat on the floor, girl!" She stretched prone as quickly as possible. With swift movements he clipped her ankles to a wide spreader bar, adjusting it so that it stretched her painfully. Next he removed her wrist cuffs and replaced them with sturdy hanger cuffs. In seconds he had brought down another bar and clipped the cuffs so her arms were just as widely spread. In silence he quickly winched her up to a standing position and then completely off the ground. she swung slowly in space. She knew from experience that this position would grow painful quickly.
He looked into her eyes, She could not see the love she cherished and longed to see, only anger. He walked behind her and returned a moment later with nipple clamps attached by a heavy gauge chain. With no ceremony he tweaked her nipples and snapped the clips on, dropping the full weight of chain. She cried out painfully. Next her cunt lips felt the same treatment. Again she cried out. Finally he grabbed a sturdy crop. He spun her on the hanging cable and then rained down hard blows indiscriminately. Ass, breasts, thighs, stomach, several uppercuts to her cut had her screaming hoarsely. No part of her tender body was spared. The cropping went on and on until she could scream no more. Then just as suddenly as he had begun he stopped, dropping the flogger on the floor.
She raised her head and saw that his eyes were moist. "I shouldn't have done that. Forgive me. The first rule of dominance is to never punish in anger. You embarrassed me in front of my beloved. You made it look as if I can't control my sub. Still, what I did was wrong. If you wish, I will release you and you can leave now. You may speak."
"Master, please don't release me!" she gasped, "Please don't send me away! I deserve this." Tears streamed down her cheeks and saliva dripped from her crying mouth. "Please, please, please consider what I humbly beg of you."
"I shall remove the strain and let you rest, take off the clamps while we talk upstairs."
