This is my first story on Literotica. Feel free to leave messages and comments. As English is not my first language, I especially welcome corrections regarding grammar/spelling. There might not be 'reluctancy' so much in this story, but there definitely isn't consent, so I feel that NonConsent/Reluctance is the correct category for this story. I hope you enjoy!
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I woke up in a small room. Darkness surrounded me. At first I thought I woke up in my bed, but the mattress was not embracing me in that soft way that my own mattress does. In fact it felt a bit rough and instead of my luxurious bed sheets I was lying under a plain blanket. Fuck, I thought. Not again. I must have spent the night at someone's house after my drunken escapades of last night. I might as well get some more sleep.
When I woke up, the light was on and there was a man sitting at the bedside. The room was almost empty, the only piece of furniture besides the bed was a small desk with a chair. The light in the room came from a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was a small window, with a curtain and in front of it and also two doors.
The man said: "So, Diana. Do you have any idea what you're doing here?"
I told him I didn't, but that I could use a glass of water, because of my terrible headache. A grin appeared on his face as he continued: "Maybe, if you behave, we can arrange for luxuries like a glass of water. But for now it is very important that you understand the nature of your stay in this house. You came home with me last night, utterly drunk and horny. Oh, yes, you came of your own free will, I want you to know that."
As he was speaking he looked into my eyes in a most delighted manner. He was very calm and smiled at me. He laid his hand on my upper leg as he continued talking. I felt a warm sensation, a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
"Why do you think you are here, Diana?" He asked again, as his hand started moving up my leg.
When I spoke it was a mere whisper. "I don't know." His hand stopped moving and became a heavy grip on my leg. With his other hand he took my chin and looked into my eyes.
"I will tell you the rules first, then. You are only allowed to speak when invited to. I have one name, that name is Master. You are to call me Master always and speak only in the most polite manner. You are never to prevent me from touching you. Is this clear?"
"Yes," I said and before I even knew it, I added: "Master."
"Hmm, very promising." His smile returned and he looked friendly and welcoming as he removed his hand from my chin and started touching my leg in a gentle manner again. "I can see you're getting excited, little slut."
I wish I could say it wasn't so. I knew it was wrong. I had to resist, to remove my leg from his touch. Tell him this was a mistake; he had no right to just touch me whenever or however he pleased. But my body was frozen, although I started to feel warmer inside. He called me slut. Did he know of my prolific dating life? The many men and women I welcomed in my bed? Only now I realized I was naked under the blanket and my clothes were nowhere to be seen.
"I am asking you one more time, you should have figured it out by now. Why do you think you're here, Diana?"
Hearing him speak my name freaked me out a little this time. What did he know about me? Why did he take me? When would he let me go? I was a free citizen, born into a high family. They wouldn't let my disappearing just go by without searching for me. He had no right to make me into a slave of any kind. I was of high blood and he knew.
"I am to be your slave, Master."
As I said those words aloud I felt a shudder through my body. It started at my pussy and crawled all the way down and up to my toes and face. My face reddened a little.