The next morning I was awakened by a soft knock at my door. Slave had done as I asked, French toast and coffee, just the way I liked it. It seemed that marriage to her wasn't a complete waste as she knew what I liked and didn't like. She knelt beside the bed and looked at me. I took a few bites and noticed something a bit different in her stare. What was it? Something was different.
"What is it, slave?" I asked her.
She glanced down a moment then met my eyes with hers.
"I'm just happy to be here Master. I guess I'm grateful to you and at peace with who I am now."
I stopped chewing. I didn't think she would turn so quickly. I was impressed.
I continued eating, and after I had finished, she politely asked if she could go to the bathroom and take a piss. I said yes and she tidied up my plates and took them to the kitchen. I followed behind her shortly afterwards, and noticed that she first cleaned up the dishes and then went to the bathroom. She was learning.
She still looked horribly funny bald. Her paunchy stomach and saggy tits with stretch marks really were not attractive, but I smiled to think how well she had progressed.
After her bathroom break, I put her to work and training, more rules and more ways to do things exactly to my specifications. At one point she tried to point out a better, easier way of cleaning the floor. I quickly threw her over my knee and gave her ten whacks on her ass with my hand. Her still sore ass quickly overcame her and she was again crying her head off with pain.
"I'm not interested in a better way of doing something," I growled. "You do it the way I want it because that's the way I want it done. Got it?"
"Yes Master." She quickly said between sniffles.
In the afternoon the doorbell rang. We stopped what we were doing and I gave her a look. Resigned to the fact that she would eventually have to do this, she asked if I wanted her to answer the door. I nodded and she scurried off to answer it.
She came back leading Jeff, my video surveillance friend into the room.
"Slave, go to your pantry." I ordered and she quickly left us alone.
"My god," Jeff said. "What the hell was that?"
When I answered he just shook his head. "Hideous." He said, over and over again.
I grew tired of his chatter and set him to work installing new cameras in every room. He was able to place them so that the entire rooms were covered, then he hooked it up to a computer and was able to set that up to both monitor and record.
We saved the pantry for last and I shooed slave away into the kitchen while Jeff installed a camera in there.
Once done, I had motion detecting, day/night cameras in all the rooms all being recorded to a computer where I could review, or access the cameras and records over the internet through a VPN that he set up. There would now be no hiding from me for my cunt slave.
I'm sure she noticed the cameras, but I didn't bother to explain them.
Jeff left after dropping another bad remark about slave's appearance, and we were left alone. She had a look of sadness on her face, which I quickly wiped off by giving her more things to do. After another hour I had some plans to go out and instructed her to do her chores, and afterwards she could go back to her pantry and read the book I had left her about slavery. I warned her that I would be testing her, so that she needed to pay attention. She agreed with me and wished me well when I went out.
I actually had a play date. All this power had gone to my other head and he needed to come out and play. I hooked up with a punk rocker chick named Eve whom I had done some hard playing with before. I went over to her house as she liked to entertain me there, where she had lots of things to make me welcome.
As soon as she answered the door, she was down on her knees kissing my shoes.
"Welcome Master David, please come in."
She was twenty four, black hair with some red and purple streaks through it. She was a damn fine cook and very limber in bed. We played till late in the evening, and resting in her bed during the aftermath, I became keenly aware of her tattoos and piercings. I asked her about them, how much they hurt, how much they cost. She had one of her nipples pierced and her belly button. They looked fun. They looked like a mark of ownership. Satisfied, we said our goodbyes, the scene over, I let myself out as she was stiff and in some pain, the good pain, and stayed in bed to sleep it off.
It was about one in the morning when I came back into my house. I was confronted with slave kneeling at the door, ready to kiss my shoes and greet me. I let her, a bit surprised that she was still up, and then started to head to bed.
"Master..." she whispered.
I turned to face her.
"Please sir, may this slave use the bathroom to piss and shit?"
I smiled, nodded and followed her into the bathroom. Again she had a tough time taking her shit, and truth be told I really didn't enjoy the smell, but I was breaking her down, and once she was completely broken and built up the way I wanted her, then I could not worry about her privacy and my nose.
The next evening, after work, I reviewed the day's events inside the house through the computer surveillance. The system was a true wonder. I was able to fast forward through the entire day within twenty minutes. I spotted a few broken rules by slave and made careful notes.
Coming back into the living room, I sat in my chair and bellowed for her to come to me. She quickly entered the room and knelt before me.
"Yes, Master?"
"You've been a stupid naughty cunt, haven't you?"
Rather than question or argue, she just agreed. "Yes, Master."
I slapped her face.
"Did you think I wouldn't know?"
"Master?" I guess she wanted to know what she was being accused of.
I sighed. "Stupid, stupid cunt. I'm going to give a chance to confess to me. That won't make your punishment any less severe, but I want to see if you have any brains inside that ugly bald skull of yours to tell me what you did wrong today."
She gulped, composed herself and then quickly rattled off her transgressions.
"Master, this slave needed to go to the bathroom to take a piss. This slave could not hold it anymore and because slave is not permitted to use the phone to call Master for permission, this slave used the bathroom against his orders. This slave also lay down on the couch for a few minutes when it was feeling dizzy. This slave is very sore and stiff from the beatings and from sleeping on the floor. Because the dizziness did not go away, this slave drank a glass of water and ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. This seemed to help this slave and the dizziness went away."
She had been convincing. She was aware of the rules, named each transgression, yet she had come up with a real and convincing argument for breaking each rule. That would not do. I was glad that she had been caught, it was an expensive installation that would have been a waste if she had been able to follow all of my rules while I was out of my house. But it was merely a tool. She had of course neglected to tell me about one other transgression that really hadn't been formalized as a rule yet. Reviewing the cameras from the night before, the pantry camera was infrared so I could see her as clear as day when she was asleep and the lights were all out. Not surprisingly, the little slut had masturbated herself to sleep after she had used the bathroom and I had put her to bed. The little slut, deep down inside was getting off on her new role as slave, or perhaps she just had a higher sex drive than when she was married to me. I couldn't wait for Rusty's gift to be finished.
I didn't mention this, and I'm sure she figured that the camera where she slept could not see anything in the dark. I got up, grabbed her ear and dragged her into the dungeon. She immediately started to sniffle.
This time, rather than place her in the pillory, I threw her onto her stomach on a short fat leather ottoman. The ottoman was a big square size, perhaps half the size of a bed. Around the edges of it were steel ring tie-downs. She offered no resistance when I pulled from the wall several coils of black thick rope. Quickly I tied her wrists behind her back, then her ankles then a chest brace around her saggy tits. I coiled the rope around those tits tighter and tighter making them pop out painfully and cut off her circulation. Her blackened and purple tits now turned even darker as the blood flow ceased.
Using the harness as a tie point, I anchored her wrists and feet to it effectively hogtying her to the ottoman. I then took a few more ropes and strapped her to the ottoman using the steel tie-down rings. Again the ball gag came out. She sniffled, but opened her mouth when prompted to let the invader in. I had wavered at the last moment on whether to use a penis gag, but since this was going to be mostly a whipping punishment, I didn't want to obstruct airflow too much, and the penis gag would have been a little too unsafe for what I had in mind.
She was moaning already. Her stiff joints crying out because of the extreme position I had placed her in. Her body ached, her tits especially as they were sore to begin with, but now tied up and all of her weight on them.
I walked over to the wall. She craned her head up to try and follow my movements, although it was difficult for her to keep that position. I started handling all of my whipping instruments, pausing at each one as I listened for the changes in her breathing. Once or twice I stopped and fondled the rod, enjoying the quickened breath and the mewing moans of her begging through the ball gag before moving on to another instrument.
