CONTENT WARNING: There is an incest scene at the end that involves a father, son and his girlfriend. There's also a lot of non-consensual bondage. If you don't want to read those things, you have been warned.
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Cassie had been on my radar for a good month before I decided to act. She was my friend Brandon's younger sister, and had just graduated high school. Brandon and I met through our university's rugby team, and were rising seniors. This was my last summer break ever, and I wanted to make it unforgettable.
When I hung out at their house, I couldn't help but spy Cassie's ripe 18-year-old body, her tight curves. She had a habit of following us around which made it easy for me to gawk. She'd always poke her head in while we shot the shit, and scamper away shyly when spoken to. I loved watching her svelte legs glide in her little skirts, and would savor every second of her presence.
To my credit, I wasn't the only one with a crush. I saw the way she looked at me. It was the same way the cheerleaders did after we worked out. She'd bite her lip and squeeze her thighs, eye fucking my burly body before traipsing away.
I was seriously attracted to her, but needed to carefully plan my approach. When it came to women, I never found myself satisfied in normal relationships. I was a domineering guy, and expected my girlfriend to obey my orders. I'd always gotten off on bossing girls around, making them squirm, and as I got older, I found certain ones were easier to control. Cassie was one of them.
With Cassie, though, my goal wasn't just to be her boyfriend. It wasn't that simple. If it was, I probably wouldn't have written this story. Alas, my desire was not to make her my girlfriend, but rather... my sex slave.
I know, I know, it sounds crass, but my dominant streak had been yearning to break free ever since my ex let me tie her up.
Let me
. That's the issue. I didn't want my girl to
let me
do anything. I wanted to do it, and I wanted her to take it. Hence, the normal courting techniques wouldn't work.
So, to capture my target and make her into my slave, I deployed a trap. It began on a hike that I took with Brandon and Cassie. Knowing Brandon's forgetfulness, I set the date during one of his summer courses. When we were about 20 minutes in, I feigned ignorance and asked:
"Brandon, don't you have class right now?"
"Shit!"
I saw his dismay and snuck out a satisfied smirk. Midterms were next week and he needed all the help he could get to pass summer school. He pivoted back towards the entrance.
"I'm really sorry guys, but I gotta go! I can't miss this!"
"But what about me?" Cassie asked.
"Shit! Uhhh..."
"Don't worry about her, Brandon," I popped in. "I'll drive her home, she'll be safe with me."
I put my arm around Cassie and brought her close. Her pert tits jiggled under her athletic tank top, and I licked my lips.
"Thanks, man, I really owe you one. Alright, Cassie, you're in Chase's hands now. Listen to him and get home safe! See ya!"
It was just us two now on the dirt trail. My arm was still over my prey's shoulder and she was squirming, but didn't tell me to stop. That's something I always liked about Cassie. She never stood her ground, she let men walk all over her. Passiveness was a trait I expected in my sex toy, and I was glad she already knew her place.
As we walked, I slowly began to open her up. I started with the simple stuff, like where she was going to college, and what she wanted to major in. I gave her my full attention, but made sure to insert my opinion whenever possible. I'm a misogynist at heart, and her nervous blushes when I told her pre-med might be too difficult made me harden.
Once she'd loosened up, I inquired, "do you have a boyfriend?"
"...no..."
Her eyes pointed to the floor as I dug deeper.
"Well, have you ever kissed anyone?"
"Yeah... a few times...."
We were still walking slowly, my thick arm wrapped tightly around her petite body. I started rubbing her shoulder and heard moans escape. I grazed my fingers through her blonde hair and pulled lightly, watching her delicate neck strain.
"Would you like to kiss me, Cassie?"
I turned her to face me and grabbed her ass. My other hand was still holding her hair, gently, but enough. Her breasts heaved as I snaked down her tennis skirt and felt her warm inner thighs.
"I said, do you want to kiss me?"
She breathed heavily then whispered, "yes..."
That was enough for me. I pulled her in and began to devour her luscious lips, spearing my tongue in to claim her soft pink walls. She writhed but I held her still by her skull as I ate her face. Her cheeks were red from my beard when I pulled my head back, and she blushed bashfully at my overwhelming approach.
"I like kissing you," I told her after I went in for a second round.
She giggled and said she liked it, too. Once we'd calmed down, we continued to walk with my arm around her. I made a point to lead her, never saying which way we turned, but simply doing so at the fork. She didn't mind my forceful manner and kept her body close.
"Do you want to play a game?" I asked Cassie after kissing her again.
I'd pulled her over to some trees so I could feel her up. At first, she tried to stop me, but she quickly realized I was getting under her top no matter what. I sent my hands up and felt around her plushy tits. They weren't huge, but they were still plump, and my fingers dug deep into her pillows.
"Oooh! Chase!"
"Shhhh, girl, relax. I just want to play a game."
I pulled her top up so I could suckle and pinch her tiny pink nips.
"Ooooh... W-which one...?" she moaned.
I pulled back and looked her deep in the eyes.
"It's called Master and slave."
Her pupils widened and she tried to scoot away, her expression a delicious mix of fear and lust.
"I don't know Chase... I kinda just wanna go home..."
I kissed her passionately again and gripped her ass hard. Her mind was telling her to run, but her hot pussy kept her in my arms.
"I'll take you home, Cassie, don't worry. But first, I wanna play a little game. Come on, it'll be fun."
I could tell she didn't want to say it, but she replied, "okay.... How do you play?"
"To start, one of us needs to be the Master, and one of us the slave. Which role do you want to play?"
I was stroking her nape with my other hand still on her skirt. She must have been a foot shorter than my 6'4", and holding her tiny body made me feel so strong. Cassie turned up to me and looked too afraid to respond.
"How about I'll be the Master, since it's your first time."
"Ummm... but I don't know how to be a slave...."
"You don't? Well I'm sure I can teach you. It's not too hard to learn. Besides, a lot of girls are naturals at it. I think you just might be one of those girls, Cassie."
"O-okay..."
"That's a good girl." I patted her head patronizingly. "I'm going to give you a gift now. I bought this for a very special girl, and I'm giving it to you since you accepted being my slave. You are my special girl, right, Cassie?"
"Umm.. uh.. yes, but-"
"It's okay, don't worry," I whispered while licking up her neck.
I pulled off my backpack and whipped out some BDSM paraphernalia I'd purchased. Like I said, this was preplanned, and many of these fantasies had been brewing for months.
"I bought this just for you Cassie, for my special little slave girl. I want to put it on you now."
She started backing away but I kept a hand around her waist. I moved it down to her ass and bade her to stand still through manipulative butt touches. I came up behind my girl and pulled her hair back, then wrapped a black leather collar around her thin neck.
The outside was engraved with a text that read: Property of Chase Mulligan; I'd ordered it handmade online. I'd been waiting to put it on someone, but my college flings weren't worthy. Cassie, though, was a true slave girl, fitting of a collar.
"Chase... this is kinda weird..." she shuddered once it was secured with a small padlock.
"Master, my slave. You call me Master, now."
"Oh... M-master!"
I sent my hands under her skirt and groped her plushy bottom. When I felt the acccumulated moisture on her panties, I grinned; my slave girl liked her collar. She was nervous, but I told her slave girls obey without questioning, then she blushed and submitted.
"Let's continue our walk, my little pet."
I latched a leash to her collar and she gasped when I tugged it. I told her it was part of the game, then snapped and ordered her to walk in front of me. She was embarrassed at first, but I gave her a deep kiss and fondled her wet mound. I slipped under her panties and felt her slick lips, and she groaned throatily into my mouth. My slave was so easy to control.
As we strolled, I told my pet to keep her dainty hands out, and her steps small. I could picture her in a hobble skirt, gait cut to 5 inches while she toiled away in my kitchen. On the trail, her juicy rump wobbled under her skirt, and the uneven ground made it extra bouncy.
"You really do have a nice ass," I commented.
She turned back with a shocked look, but I yanked her collar to remind her of her position. She tried to cover her ass while she walked, but I told her that it's a Master's right to see his slave's body. I watched her tight buns shiver as she returned her hands.
"Slave girl, we've arrived at my hangout. Be a good girl and come along with me."
I led Cassie to a tree where I'd previously set up a bondage contraption. For months, I'd imagined having my own little pet to tie up and play with, and I couldn't believe how easy everything had been so far.
"Give me your wrists now, Cassie. Your Master wants to play another game."
She reluctantly put them forward, and I quickly bound them in the soft rope that hung overhead. The rope was attached to a pulley on a branch, and when I pulled the other end, Cassie's wrists rose until she was on her toes.
"Hey, stop that! This isn't funny, Chase, let me down!"
