Note: This is an ongoing story about the claiming of a slave and the ongoing life of her and her Master. I have left them nameless, intentionally. Each chapter carries into the next, so not every one will be intensely erotic. I hope that the story helps others come up with some ideas on new ways to guide their own subs/slaves. Enjoy and I welcome all comments.
He pulled out of the driveway and into the light Saturday morning traffic. She closed her eyes and her mind drifted back over the events of the previous evening.
How could so much have happened in one evening? They had always had a good sex life and she never felt unfulfilled. Now, however, she felt utterly completed and used. She was a slut. Yes, that’s what the man in the movie had called the girl…his little slut. That was what she was, now. Willing to do anything, as long as it pleased her Master.
It suddenly dawned on her that she had no idea where they were going. Yes, He had said they were going shopping, but where? Certainly He wouldn’t take her to…
Her eyes flashed open and she had to stifle a scream of terror. He was already pulling into the mall parking lot. She felt her juices flowing down her legs, instantly, at the thought of walking through the mall with a collar and cuffs. Certainly He wouldn’t have her do that. Of course He’d remove them before she got out of the car. He had to.
He circled the lot slowly and she again felt fear grip her tightly and twist her insides as He pulled into the row farthest from the mall, in the busiest section of the lot. He turned off the car and came around to her side.
She held her arms up, fully expecting Him to remove the cuffs. He ignored her hands and reached down, fastening a small, leather dog leash to the ring on her collar. She felt Him pull her from the car and begin leading her towards the entrance.
She felt herself drift, again, from her body. Swirls of color filled her mind. Bright oranges, reds, yellows and purples filled her mind as she watched herself guided towards the mall. Slowly she drifted further and further away, all the sounds of the busy lot blended into a muted static. She felt warm in this state…safe. She looked at herself and noticed that she appeared to be drunk, walking naturally, but with an obviously languid air to her gait. Men and women alike were looking at her. Watching as she was walked like a dog.
She was happy in this place, but quite confused by it. Why was this happening? What was causing this to occur? A tumor? Something they hadn’t noticed at her last physical? No. She couldn’t believe that this place was bad. She felt him stop her and begin to whisper in her ear. His words drifted to her barely audible. It was like she was being pulled from an ocean by a piece of floss. She tried to focus on her Masters words.
Slowly they increased in sound. He was counting backwards, like a hypnotist.
