*Continued from Family Tradition Pt. 02. Read the first two parts first. Thanks to everyone who has followed along so far!*
*All characters over 18*
Katelyn was standing, basically naked, wearing a bronze collar, with chains connecting to cuffs that were the same colour. She looked so hot, and so submissive, with her smiling face and her hips swaying as she walked to me slowly.
"I'm almost done cleaning your house, Master. What else may I do for you?" She asked seductively.
It was almost as if she changed to another gear when she went back to being my slave after her birthday. She was much more submissive, and seductive than ever before. I was stunned. I didn't know what to do or say. My cock was hard as steel as I stood and watched.
She leaned in and kissed me. I kissed her back, softly, still a little stunned from her performance.
"I'll finish here. Want to watch me work?" She asked. I nodded.
She was picking up solo cups and cleaning the kitchen table, but constantly trying to look sexy while doing it. She didn't have to try hard, either. Her handcuffs made it more difficult for her to do some tasks, but she didn't complain. She smiled as she finished cleaning. I was still in awe. And also rock hard.
"Did I do a good job, Master?" She asked.
"You did wonderful, Katelyn," I said weakly, while smiling.
"Thank you, Master," she started. She looked under the kitchen table and smiled. "What's this?" She asked playfully.
I couldn't see it, but she bent down and picked up a chain leash she had obviously planted under the table. She smiled.
"It belongs to you, Master," she said while handing it to me.
I reached out for it, and held it in my hand. She bent over the kitchen counter, tits pressed against the top, and her neck and head leaned close to me.
"Don't be shy, Master. You know what you want to do," she smiled. "I want it, too. I want you to own me. Make me your pet."
My eyes widened. It's been a fetish of mine, but I never thought it would come to fruition. I looked over as she smiled in anticipation.
"I should still going to call you Katelyn," I said.
"Call me whatever you want, Master. As long as I'm owned by you, I don't care," she smiled.
Temptation is a powerful thing. I didn't know what would happen when I clicked that leash onto her collar, but the thought of controlling Katelyn even more was too hot not to try. Besides, I loved her, and I knew I could always bring her back and still have one day left for Christmas.
I clipped the leash on her. Her smile widened, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she moaned, low and long.
It was almost as if she was becoming possessed, but by the way her legs shook, I could tell it was just an orgasm. She really came just by me clipping a leash on her.
'You knew she was a freak...' I thought to myself.
I grabbed onto the end of the leash as she looked back at me, smiling wildly.
"Thank you, Master. I want to worship you."
"You will do what I tell you," I half-yelled, trying to get into the moment. She straightened up, hands together in front of her, and crossed her legs.
I walked around her, making a full lap, inspecting her perfect body. I was getting ready to jump off the deep end, and really begin owning her.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am Katelyn," she quickly replied. "But, I really just want to be your slave."
I looked at her as she bit her lip and shrugged.
"I will call you Slave for today, but you are still Katelyn, understood?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you." She rocked back and forth on her feet as she smiled.
"What's your purpose, Slave?" I asked her, getting more serious.
"I live to pleasure you, Master. My reward is your cum," she said monotone, but with some excitement.
"Who owns your body, mind, and soul?" I asked.
"It's all yours, Master. I'm -- all yours," she hesitated, but was breathing heavy. I anticipated she was building another orgasm just talking about this.
"You will do anything for your Master, won't you?"
"Yeesssss Master," she was really close. I slid a finger inside of her, and after a quick yelp, she panted heavily. I played with her pussy while she stood. I held the leash and watched as she squirmed, cumming all over my fingers, and not resisting one bit when I put them in her mouth, seductively sucking her juices off of my fingers.
"We're going to have a fun day, today," I smiled, leading her to the couch. I bent her over, and pulled the gym shorts I fell asleep in down to my ankles.
Her ass was high up in the air as she waited for me to slide my cock into her pussy. I held the leash while I pressed my cock inside her. She moaned like crazy, and didn't stop.
"Oh, fuck yes, Master. Fuck my tight fucking pussy. Your slave has waited so long to be used by you..." she trailed off as she came on my cock.
"You love being a slave, don't you?" I smacked her ass while I continued fucking her from behind.
"Oh, my God, yes, Master, so much. I want to worship and serve you every day. You never need to jerk off, just fuuuckkk meeee..." she started cumming again.
"I can have you whenever I want?" I asked.
"Yes, Master. I'm at your beck and call. I'm always ready for your cock. God, please Master, keep going," she begged.
I smiled, as I knew I was enjoying this too much. A small voice inside of me felt like I was stripping Katelyn of her humanity, but the overwhelming majority was not getting enough of this submissive slave giving herself to me.
"What's your favourite thing in the world, Slave?" I gripped her hips tighter, still fucking her hard.
"Mmm, your cum Master. I wish I could have it all day long," she paused and panted, looking back at me with those piercing, desperate blue eyes. "I need your cum Master. Please, I'll do anything for your cum."
Because we had just had sex the night before (or, that morning, depending on how you looked at it), I was lasting a lot longer. Her urgency was definitely prevalent by the way she was begging.
"Please, Master. Cum for me. Cum for your slave. I want it all over me, or inside me. I'm so desperate. I need it so bad..."
I pulled out. She knelt on the ground, and held her tits up while I came on her face and onto her tits. She smiled while sticking her tongue out, trying to catch all of it.
"Thank you, Master. I love it." She began licking up the cum all over her tits and face. I sat back on the couch and watched her savor the taste of my seed.
'Holy fuck, what was that!?' I thought to myself. 'Is Katelyn really that desperate to be MORE of a slave?'
Katelyn looked at me as if she read my mind.
"I love being your slave, Master. I want you to do whatever you want to me. I'm all yours." She smiled.
Who am I to argue?
"I will only call you 'Slave' on certain days, understood?"
"Yes Master, thank you."
"I guess it will be Sundays that are 'Slave' days." I sighed as I leaned back into the couch.
"I love it, Master. I'm so glad we could do this," Katelyn smiled. "I hope you have more in store for later." She cuddled up to me. I unclipped her leash and removed her collar, and detached her handcuffs.
"Wait here," I said. She didn't move an inch while I went into the bedroom.
I couldn't clear my head. Images of Katelyn being an even more submissive slave kept popping into my mind. 'What should I do?' I thought.
I was really debating my ethics at this point. Is it ethical to have a slave in the first place? Hell no, but it's not like I had a great deal of say in the matter. Leave her to some random guy, or do it yourself? Those were my options at the time.
But now, I was left to decide if I really wanted to embrace Katelyn's submissiveness, even if it made me uncomfortable any time my cock wasn't inside of her. For most guys, with a girl like her, it wouldn't even be a question. But me? We just said we love each other less than 24 hours earlier, and now I was calling her by the name 'Slave.'
'But, maybe that's her way of showing you she trusts you,' I thought. And to me, that seemed to ring true. She trusted me in her cursed slave state to allow me to explore this part of her sexuality. I'm sure there was a tie-in somewhere, and whether or not I could find it, I wanted to find out.
'And, why not ask her? You could always bring her back.' That thought scared me. I really wanted to save one day to be with her family during the holidays, but that last day, I was going to save for an emergency. 'Is this not an emergency?' I thought. And maybe it was an internal one. I had to make sure I was following what she wanted before she became cursed.
'Maybe this isn't such a bad thing,' the voice in my head tried pleading. 'It's your deepest, darkest, fantasy. Why not live it? What could go wrong?'
Aside from Katelyn, who was forever bonded to me anyway, hating me any moment I lifted the curse, I felt like I couldn't think of any serious consequences. I had her under my control for 362 days a year, at least.
I stepped out of the bedroom, and Katelyn looked up from the couch. She smiled shyly.
I had a semi-serious tone on my face and in my voice. "I have something for you to wear, Slave."
***
She was absolutely giddy when I picked out her outfit. It was a tight, red, short leather dress with matching knee-high, high heeled boots, and elbow-high gloves. The dress was short enough and tight enough to press her tits up, and barely cover her ass. I finished the look with a red collar for her.
