I Was A Gift

I Was a Gift to a Friend

My name is Julie, I'm 21 and I am "owned property" in this land. There was an unsuccessful invasion a long time ago, and in victory this country took captives of the invaders into slavery as restitution for damage to the country. I'm told that due to international pressure we are no longer called slaves. The country announced to the world that it was ending slavery, but the courts determined that existing slave owners had property rights for existing slaves and their offsprings, so we are no longer slaves we are "owned property". I'm told there have been many improvements for my people held as owned property, but basically we are still slaves. I was educated through high school, but education beyond that is very rare for us. I was not sexually used until I was 18, which is the standard age of consent in this country.

I live in the big house on a large ranch. My mother is a maid and a slave in this household, I don't know who my father is, mother won't tell me, and paternal information is not required on owned property birth certificates. It may well be the Master of the house or his father, or one of the ranch hands. I help my mother with her duties, but I grew up and spent most of my free time playing with the son of the Master, Shawn. Shawn is just over three years younger than me. There was no "owned property" in that relationship, we were two kids who grew up together. Shawn is about six feet tall and is in good shape with well-defined abs and muscles. I am five - six and quite petit, at best a B cup, with long black hair, and hazel eyes.

As I noted, I was not used sexually until I was eighteen. Once I turned eighteen, I started on birth control and Master started teaching me about sex and how to please a male. Mistress did a few sessions with me on pleasing a female. I was always used privately and never shared anything about it with Shawn.

One of the improvements, once we were no longer called slaves, is that children are left with their parents until they reach twenty-one and become legal adults under the laws of this country. I was approaching my twenty-first birthday nearing the age when I could legally be sold, and probably never see this household or my mother again. I was very nervous and scared. Nothing was being said, but Master was obviously noticing me more than before.

My twenty-first birthday came and went, there was nothing really noted about it. Mom made me a cake and she and Shawn gave me small gifts. Much more was made when Shawn's birthday arrived two weeks later. A large party was planned. Master bought me a beautiful dress for the party and the day of the party, Mistress took me to a salon. I had never been to one before. My hair, nails and make up were all done. When I looked at the mirror, for the first time I saw a woman, not a girl. If I do say so, I looked amazing.

Back at the house I rushed to show Shawn, but after school, he was spending some time playing games with friends. I helped my mother with the preparations for the party, she kept saying that she couldn't believe what I looked like. I didn't see Shawn when he came in and he went straight to his room to get cleaned up and ready for the party. As soon as he disappeared, Master told me to go put on my new dress but stay in my room until he called me. That seemed strange, but you don't question the Master of the household.

The party had been going on for a while, I could hear it from my room. Finally, Mistress came and took me downstairs. I wish I had a picture of the look on Shawn's face when he saw me. He started to come over to me, but his father stopped him.

His father got everyone's attention and then spoke, "It is hard to buy for teenage boys especially when you have given them everything they ever wanted. While we have given Shawn some small gifts, and the gifts you have all brought are most appreciated, and Shawn WILL be sending out thank you notes. However, this year I had an opportunity to give him a special gift, that I hope he will enjoy for a long time." With that he handed Shawn a legal document and told him to read it.

Shawn started reading the document, then he looked at his father and then looked at me. He finally asked his father, "What does this mean?"

His father replied, "Son, you are now eighteen and of the age of consent. Julie just turned twenty-one and became an adult. We could have sold her, but didn't consider that for even a moment. So, your mother and I decided that the best decision on what to do with Julie was to give her to you. There are limits, you are not permitted to sell her, nor abuse her, but other than that she now belongs to you."

I stood there in shock. Relieved that I wasn't to be sold, but completely unsure what belonging to my friend meant. Shawn looked at his dad, smiled, walked over, hugged me and kissed me, for the very first time, I had ever been kissed by anyone but my mother. An electric shock shot through my whole body. Everyone at the party cheered and applauded. Shawn smiled at me and kissed me again. He took my hand and never released it for the entire rest of the party, and he never stopped smiling or grinning.

After the party his father, the Master of the household, called us into his study. He asked Shawn, "Do you accept your gift, are you pleased with it.?"

Shawn looked at me, smiled, "Yes father, I could not be more pleased, but what does it mean?"

His father explained, "It means that she belongs to you as much as your bicycle does. She is now yours; she will do what you tell her to do, wear what you tell her to wear, serve you however you desire. As I said there are some limits, you cannot sell her. I will not allow you to abuse her. You may spank her for discipline or your own pleasure, but any more stringent punishment is left to me. Julie has been taught about sex and is expected to teach you. Remember, our society still frowns on public sex."

The look that Shawn gave me made me realize that he had thought about sex with me, but never thought it possible. Now I had been told to tutor him on the subject. It dawned on me why, other than his pleasure, his father had taught me so much about sex. Shawn was to learn about sex from me, so his father didn't have to do the birds, and the bees talk.

Shawn asked, "Where does she live now, my room?"

His father snickered and then smiled, "Son she belongs to you and will live where you tell her to. Whether that is your room, her existing room or the cattle shed. I have my assumption on what you will want, why you got a bigger bed a month or so ago."

The Master of the household then looked at me, "You do understand that Shawn is no longer your playmate, he is your owner and commands the same respect and obedience that you give me. Failure to do so will be dealt with. You do what he tells you. You wear what he decides, even if that is nothing at all. He will decide when, where, and how you have sex, and if he chooses with whom.

I can't say that I had really grasped that concept, but I answered, "Yes Sir, I understand.

Turning back to Shawn he said, "It is your choice and decision, but it would be appreciated if you would have her help the maid as she has been doing while you are in class."

Shawn immediately responded, "Yes Sir."

Master stood indicating the session was over. He shook Shawn's hand, looked him in the eyes and said, "take care of your property." He then turned to me, "remember to be obedient to your new owner." Looking at both of us he closed with, "I'm here if either of you need to talk."

We both responded, "Thank you."

Shawn took my hand and led me out of the room.

Mistress was waiting outside the room. I saw her hand Shawn a credit card, "Here son, in case you wish to change her wardrobe to something more to your liking. She has a set weekly appointment at the salon, if you like this look on her, or you can work with them if you want something different, or you can just cancel if you prefer her previous appearance. Remember she belongs to you, and you choose how she dresses and how she looks. But always remember that while she is yours to enjoy, it is now responsibility to take care of her." The dress for the party was the first time I had ever worn anything except the plain blue, shapeless, mid-calf dress like my mother wore.

Shawn thanked his mother, and the look on his face and the look he gave me told me that he was considering what his mother had said, and he liked the choices she had given him. His mother gave him a kiss on the cheek, he took my hand and led me upstairs and surprising me, to my room.

As soon as the door closed, he grabbed me into a tight hug and started kissing me. He suddenly stopped, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Are you OK with this?

I caught my breath and answered him, "Being owned by my best friend in the world instead of being sold to who knows who to do what. I am more than OK I am relieved, thrilled, pleased, and anxious to be the best owned property of your dreams."

He smiled, stepped back and said, "In that case property, my first order, take off that dress and anything under it, let me see what mom and dad gave me."

I was at the same time shocked and thrilled. The person I had thought about when masturbating for over a year had commanded that I strip naked for him. I could only answer, "Yes Sir."

That brought another smile to his face. "Yes Sir. I like that, but only in private. It is going to be strange enough owning you in front of them, and that would embarrass me."

I smiled back at him and replied, "Yes Sir."

I turned my back to him and asked, "Sir, would you please unzip me?"

I felt him fumble with the button and then the zipper at my neck, then the zipper slid all the way down to the middle of my butt. Then his fingers were back at my neck, and I felt his fingers move across my shoulders, caressing them and slowly pushing the dress off. I relaxed, shrugged my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor draped around my ankles. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Shawn. I slowly turned to face him trying to not step on or trip on the dress.

Shawn was studying every curve of my body. I couldn't help but ask, "Do you approve of your birthday gift and possession so far?"

It took him a few moments to be able to answer, "Oh my God, you are beautiful. Not the girl I played in the sandbox with." He swallowed hard and then said, "continue."

I reached back and unhooked my bra; I slowly pulled it off my tits and let it join my dress on the floor. His eyes got huge, and he asked, "May I touch them?

I smiled as I replied, "They as well as the rest of me belongs to you. I want you to touch, use and enjoy me as much as you want to." I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. It took him almost a minute to start breathing again, and a bit longer to start fondling and caressing me. He was shocked when my nipples grew and got hard in the palms of his hands. He asked, "Are you ok, do those hurt?"

I almost giggled. I asked, "Are your pants getting tight as your penis is getting hard? It is the same reaction. Your penis gets hard, my nipples get hard, and my vagina gets wet." I was realizing how naïve Shawn was about sex, and why Master had said that it was my job to educate him. He kept fondling my breasts until I asked, "One more article of clothing left, would you like me to remove it?"

His "Yes, please" answer almost stuck in his throat, He released my breasts and took a step back to get a better view. To tease him and give him a better view, I turned and faced away from him and bent over at the waist as I slowly pushed my panties down my legs, stepping out of them leaving them with my dress and bra on the floor. I turned back to face him, and his mouth was hanging open. I reached for him, took his hand and stepped out of my clothing lying on the floor so I wouldn't trip on them. It also allowed me to spread my legs further apart so he could see my sex better. I was now standing in front of him, naked except for my heels. He looked at me as if he had seen a UFO. His eyes were huge, his mouth was hanging open and I could see his hands shaking.

I asked him again, "Are you still pleased with your present?"

He finally managed to answer, "You look incredible, I could not be more pleased with my present and with you. One question, the girls on the internet don't have hair down there. Is that normal?"

I explained, "All girls start with hair there. Some people like it bare and shave or wax their hair off, others like the more natural look and either trim it or let it be natural. I will do whichever pleases you." I stepped up to him, pressed my naked body against him and kissed him. I felt his arms wrap around me as he started to kiss me back.

The naïve boy showed up immediately, "What do we do now?"

I pressed my knee between his thighs and rubbed it against the hard on I could feel through his pants. I replied, "If you want to have sex with your property you have entirely too many clothes on."

I saw the lightbulb go on in his head and he regained a surprising level of self-control, "You are right, undress me."

I unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, then went to my knees and removed his shoes and socks. Another missed photo opportunity, the look on his face as I reached for and unbuckled his belt and pulled his zipper down. I hooked my thumbs in his waistband and started pulling his pants and briefs down together. A very nice and unexpectedly large penis popped out as the briefs slid down his thighs. Something I had learned from his father, as soon as his cock cleared his briefs, I leaned in, kissed it and then made eye contact. His cock immediately bobbed up and down in response. I slid his pants and briefs down to his ankles and he stepped out of them.

From my vantage point kneeling at his feet, his gorgeous cock was right in my face, but above that was a tight midriff and a muscular chest. I already knew how handsome he was, but he looked even better from that vantage point. He reached down and helped me to my feet and kissed me, his cock pressed between our bodies. His earlier shyness and uncertainty were gone as he put his hand on my hip and guided us to my bed.

He laid me on my back on the bed and knelt between my legs examining my sex. I went into instructor mode and gave him the guided tour. Showing him where my clit was and explaining that it is very sensitive and needs to be touched gently. I explained that it was all very wet because just like his hard cock, I was sexually excited. Hearing that seemed to greatly please him. I fingered my hole to show him where it was located, he seemed to quickly grasp that was where his cock went. I stressed that when he entered me to go very slow, and when he felt too much resistance to back out a little bit and try to go a bit further. I stressed the slow and gentle several times to him and he seemed to grasp that was necessary to protect and not hurt me.

I told him, "My lesson is over, now is time for you to explore with your fingers, remember the key words, slow and gentle." I felt his fingers spread my lips, and a finger tracing up the inside of them up to and then circling my clit. He did that several times and then lightly ran a finger across and then back and forth lightly touching my clit. I noticed that he was intently watching my face, seeing how I reacted to what he was doing. He seemed fascinated that as he touched it my clit got larger and softer. I probably need to tell him sometime that it also gets much more sensitive, though I think he got a hint when my hips started to involuntarily move.

I think that movement is what encouraged him to start inserting a finger into my hole. As he fingered me, exploring my cunt, he made me wetter and wetter, hornier and hornier. It didn't help that his father had stopped fucking me after my birthday, two weeks earlier.

I finally broke down and told him, "Sir, I believe it is ready for your cock." I didn't have to tell him twice. He moved up on top of me, I grasped his cock and lined It up with my cunt, he pushed into me slowly, watching my face for my reaction. Without being reminded he went in a little way then backed up before pushing in deeper. I could have taken him much faster, but I also realized that this was his first time, so I let him take me at his own pace.

I felt his pelvis bump against mine, I smiled and told him, "you're all the way inside me, now pull back and then push back in, try long slow strokes and shorter faster strokes and see what they feel like, as you go along you will want to go faster and faster, that is normal and OK.

At first, he was excruciatingly slow with his movements, he started long and slow for what seemed to my overheated libido to take forever, then without warning switched to short jackrabbit fast strokes. I moaned. He stopped. I managed to quietly and politely tell him that I was ok, and he should continue what he was doing, that my moan was one of pleasure. That pleased him greatly and he was immediately back to the short fast strokes, which then changed to longer strokes but just as fast.

I felt him swell in my cunt, and knew he was going to cum before he did. I had to stifle a laugh, Shawn has the exact same look on his face when he comes as his father, perhaps this first time with a bit more look of surprise. He stopped and collapsed down on top of me. He asked, "what was that?"

I told him, "that was an orgasm, you just came inside me. Haven't you ever had an orgasm before?"

He looked very sheepish and admitted, "I did once watching a movie and touching myself, but it made a mess and I never did it again."

I hugged him and told him, "I'm sure that we just made a mess, but I hope you plan to make a lot of messes with me."

He leaned down kissed me and said, "that felt incredible, when can we do it again?"

I laughed, "Let me explain biology, if I am wet, I am ready. On the other hand, your cock needs some recovery time before you can do it again. So Sir, you may fuck your property whenever you are ready and want to, which I hope is often. I underestimated the recovery power of eighteen year old boys. We fucked two more times before Mistress called us to dinner. I was frankly a bit sore, and his cock was quite red, and I'm sure equally tender.

We quickly dressed for dinner. Shawn put back on what he had been wearing and I put on one of my everyday dresses. My wardrobe was primarily the same as my mother's, mid-calf length plain unfitted dresses that button up the front, with a high collar, of a cheap blue cloth with a tie at the waist. Not chic, but functional.

As we came down the stairs together, Master gave Shawn a smile and a high five and put his arm around me and gave me a hug. Mistress had a look of disapproval, which worried me, until I found out later why. At the table Master asked Shawn how his birthday had gone. Shawn responded, "It was great seeing all our friends at the party. The gifts were just what I wanted, and the special gift has been just spectacular and has taught me so much already. Both Master and Mistress smiled at me while I turned four shades of red, which got a laugh from Master.

As we were eating desert, Mistress turned to Shawn and said, "Remember our little conversation about dressing your slave to please you. I'm sure that what she is wearing is not how you want to see her. Tomorrow at school notice what the young ladies are wearing that catches your eye and after school we will take Julie clothes shopping for a more appropriate wardrobe.

She then turned to me. "There is now an extra set of sheets in Shawn's room. One of your duties is to change the sheets on the bed as necessary and get the wet sheets through the laundry. You may want to get the wet ones on your bed to the laundry too."

Master asked Shawn if he had his homework done for school, and Shawn admitted that he had not. Mistress volunteered to help me move what I needed into Shawn's room while he did his homework. I started to tell her that I really didn't need help, but then I realized that she wanted to talk.