I am asked by many what my erotic fantasies would be, and this story is the writing of those. Though I am sure if I was actually faced with them I would be pretty scared. While I was penning my Avarice series, I wondered what the two hunky brothers Aran and Sven would be like if they were living in a more ordered society, and this was the result. I hope you enjoy my wicked thoughts.
This is the pilot episode of my new series, and as you may have noticed each part is markedly longer than my Avarice chapters. I will not be releasing these as frequently because they are a greater volume of writing. But do not fear! I have most of the story written already, including the ending, but it all still needs a little more polish. If you enjoy it don't be shy, let me hear your comments both good and bad, and remember to vote.
I had written the bulk of this a while ago, during a very dark phase of my life. Reading it back I can sure see that in this work, but it's supposed to be a dark story. It was published elsewhere to moderate success. However looking at it now I feel I could do far more with it than I have. So I am reworking it just for Literotica, and I am going to do something a little different than my last series. I will post an accompanying erotic drawing for each chapter. I hope you enjoy this, it's a lot more sexual and raunchy than my other novel here. Probably a much better fit for this website.
The Making of a Slave.
I had always had these secret submissive feelings, ones I had never acted on but often dreamt about. Feelings that I felt could never be openly shared. I harbored them though and held on to them, they were my solace every night as I lay down to sleep, delicious, complicated and wicked. Long I agonized how I could find that someone to complete this strange me. How could I live this fantasy that I had so built up in my mind in a world that vastly shunned my desires? I didn't know, and it burned in me with a passion that would not die.
It was those passions that led me to them, the Alphas. Never in my wildest dreams could I have envisioned living my tale.
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It's almost been five years now since I first lay eyes on him, the man who ultimately was to rule my world and my very existence. He who would mold and shape me forever, for good or ill. The pivotal event occurred at a family gathering on July four. That proud American day of national independence and patriotism. It was my family's and my extended family's custom to gather on this day. We did it every year.
Of course as usual my big sister Ava was the life of the party, and I sat quietly on my own in the shade, dreaming of far away things and blotting out Ava's specialness. Life could be so unfair, everyone adored my big sister Ava, yes everyone.
Ava was the most popular girl in school, she was outgoing, beautiful, and shone like a radiant star. Our parents told her she could easily be a model or anything she wanted really, and Ava with all the confidence of a film star strode though life dazzling all in her wake. She had thousands of followers on her Instagram, Whatsapp, and Tic Toc, and what did I have. Well I had a creative streak and an introverted nature, and I lived in Ava's shadow.
The only reason it seemed anyone spoke to me was to get my big sisters attention. I felt like a butler or a handmaiden to a Queen. It was like I never had my own identity. No one saw me at all, but enough of my sister, back to the gathering...
All were welcome, and there were often many who came to these occasions who had very little family association at all. Neighbors, work colleagues, and acquaintances who shared life in the this small town. He was one of those guests, my father's, friends son. A well traveled, aging, but vital Danish man who had currently been employed on a building project. He had thought to bring his youngest son with him that he might see more of the world and work alongside him. I was never formally introduced to him nor his father, but I did remember snippets of conversations my papa had about them at the dinner table with mom.
It was a warm July day, the air thick with humidity, the brooding, building clouds on the far horizon a promise of evening deluge. My mom and I hoped the promised weather did not arrive sooner to spoil the day.
I was nineteen that summer, my sister Ava was twenty one. My younger brother Alex who was fifteen was nowhere in sight. I enjoyed catching up with my cousins, aunts, and uncles, most of us grateful for the fortune our fabulous country had bestowed on us. Yes, America the promised land, however the promise I feel had never really come to my parents as it had to other members of my family. My Father had struggled here from the outset with his rigid inability to adopt new ways. As a result our fortunes had plummeted with him.
You must forgive me for I again digress. The first image I have of him was nothing more than a smile, and what a smile it was, he was golden and handsome with piercing emerald eyes, like some fairy tale prince of my childhood stories. The woman was waking up in me, I no longer wished to be that wallflower that did nothing, and saw no one for the rest of my life. I had begun to really notice men in recent months in a very different way than I had ever viewed them before. However I was still in vast ignorance of the beast that lie beneath.
He asked me my name in his exotically accented voice, I had not expected him to. No one noticed me. I paused before I answered him, and managed to stutter out my name, Lidia, and he just smiled. I could not help thinking he looked like one of those savage Gorean Masters that I read about endlessly in the John Norman novels that I had hidden in my bookshelf.
"What a pretty name," was all said.
I was flattered but so very nervous, so I made some feeble excuse I had to help with the food and left his presence. Besides, Ava was heading our way with her entourage and surely he would pass me over for her enthralling charms.
The rain held off, I hung out with my sister and some of my older cousins. All Ava did was look at her phone and tell me about her followers, constantly putting the iPhone in my face and saying 'Look.'
She irritated me so much I did not think of him any further. As the day wore on I sought the shade of the trees in the reserve, it was hot and oppressive and I sat with a cool drink savoring it and deeply dwelling on my lot. I wanted to be part of the adult world, and do adult things. I was on the precipice of being torn between the two worlds in my crossover into adulthood. I found I would often seek solitude to contemplate these matters, and walk alone.
On this day I did just that, I knew this area well. The stretches of swampland that lie between the white sandy beaches and the seeping back waters were my home. I was so engrossed in my little world I had not noticed him. He had been swimming, he was clad only in pair of shorts, a colorful beach towel carelessly draped over his rippling, muscular shoulder. His great blonde mane was wet with the sea, which today resembled the color of his eyes. He smiled and approached me, he was pleasing to look at and intimidating all in the same glance.
"I never got the chance to tell you my name." He said as he sauntered closer, an easy smile on his face.
I smiled back, I could see he was alone. I felt coy and small, but curious also. He walked right up to me looked me in the eyes, I wanted to look away but I found I could not. He was a very arresting man. Perhaps if I had reacted differently I could have undone the course of my destiny, but little did I know that then.
"My name Lidia, is Master."
My head exploded!
Did he just say the magic word? No he couldn't have, what would be the chances of stumbling into someone who had the same predilections as myself? Next to zero surely.
I was positive I had misheard him, but with his heavy accent I really didn't know. He looked over my shoulder, I turned to see what he was looking at, but there was no one there. He put his arms about me and my eyes opened wide.
"Shush Lidia." He said.
