Chapter One

I was just 16 when I met Brian he was 10 years older than me but I thought nothing of it. He was very nice to me and took me to some nice places and introduced me to his friends as his girlfriend and though we hadn't even had sex of any kind at this point I played the part of the loving girlfriend.

This went on for about three months when out of the blue he asked if I wanted to move in with him, he told me that he had three bedrooms and I could choose out of the two that were empty to be mine. I did think this was strange as we still hadn't had sex, and he hadn't even tried anything in all this time.

It was six months into our relationship when I finally moved in with Brian he showed me the rooms and told me to pick one. I picked the pink room it was clean and girly having its shower and toilet and seemed like a hotel room but he said that this was my room and he wouldn't ever enter unless invited Other than my room the rest of the house was his and he would expect me to follow his rules within that part of the property. I agreed not thinking of what his rules could be.

Brian helped me move my few belongings in and then left me to settle in I put my clothes away and then joined Brian in the kitchen where he had made some tea. I thought typical English with tea. I was going to say I preferred to have coffee but then remembered his house his rules. This may be one of them, so I said nothing and drank my tea.

Even with the milk I could tell the tea wasn't normal as it had a scent about it and I could taste honey and lemon and cloves enthused within the warming drink. "Do you like the tea Milly?" I said yes but I soon started to feel drowsy.

"That's ok let the tea take effect. As tomorrow you will begin your slave training and you will need your rest." This was the last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep...

I awoke some time later not knowing what time it was my watch had gone from my wrist and I could see no light through the curtains. I got out of my bed to find I was naked and shaved, my pubis and under arm there were no signs of hair and even my legs had a freshly shaved look about them.

Ok, strange I most certainly didn't shave but it was of no mind. As this was a new start for me and I felt that my clean look was a way of leaving the past behind me.

The time wasn't immediately important my bladder I needed to empty and attempted to enter my bathroom, however, the door was locked, and I was desperate to go to the toilet, is this part of my training? "Brian, why is my toilet locked?"

"Milly, it is a new day and you need to leave your past behind. You do things when I say not when you want. Do you understand?"

"But I have to go. Please!"

"Come here, child." I walked out into the kitchen and saw Brian sitting at the table in a dark pair of trousers and shirt, drinking a glass of orange juice. Just looking at it made the pressure on my bladder far worse. "Put those on and sit down," Brian said, pointing at a seat at the end of the table. I pulled it out and looked at it. "Brian there are thumbtacks on it?" Brian smiled and stared at me.

"What are you waiting for?" Brian said raising his voice slightly. I looked down at the seat and the white pair of knickers that were on the table in front of it. I picked up the knickers and put them on then sat on the tacks, as they pushed through the tight material and bit into my skin I started to cry, but Brian just smiled. Between my full bladder and the tacks biting into the flesh of my bottom, I couldn't talk all I could do was concentrate on the pain and control my feelings but he knew what I was feeling and his smile grew bigger as the tears ran down my face.

"Drink this," Brian said, pushing a glass of orange juice towards me. "Don't move until you have drunk all of that." Pointing at the carton of juice next to his glass. "If you make a mess you will be cleaning it up with your tongue. I reached for the glass and sipped the juice until it was empty then reached for the carton and pooped my next glass. Three more glasses full of juice I forced down my throat before the carton was empty, my belly stretched allowing room for each drop.

"Ok, you can go now," Brian said. Pointing at a bucket that he placed next to me.

"What you want me to pee in a bucket?" Brian just looked at me not saying a word, I knew I had no choice so I straddled the bucket and started to pull at the clean knickers he had instructed me to wear. "No! Brian said. I knew that he wanted me to pee through my knickers into the bucket so I opened my legs and my bladder allowing my waters to flow. My pee sprayed into the bucket down my legs and onto the floor. All I could think about was the relief of feeling my bladder emptying and my belly returning to normal.

"You have made a mess, now you will have to clean that up." Remembering what Brian had said I got on my knees and started to lick the puddles of pee from the floor. Then I felt a sharp pain across my bottom I cried out but all this got me was another sharp pain.

I looked back to see Brian standing beside me with a split cane that was swooshing down to strike my already sore bottom a third time. It bit into my buttocks and I let out another yelp that was met with another swish of the cane. I realised that if I reacted then he would hit me so I returned to liking up my pee and after one more swish of the cane my beating stopped.

"You learn quickly. I will have you trained and sold in a week or so if you continue to learn at this rate." Brian said smiling at me as he dipped the glass from the table into the pee bucket and pointed at the seat with the tacks on it. I knew exactly what I had to do and I knew I had no longer a choice in my life.

 

Chapter Two

I sat down on the tacks and winced as the sharp points found new areas of skin to Pierce. "Oh, that's no good you will need to enjoy a lot more pain than that if you are going to sell for a high price," Brian said as he pushed the glass of my pee towards me. Then he produced two crocodile clamps both with hooks on. I looked in horror at them not knowing what plans he had for them. Brian pinched my right nipple and opened the clamp up and firmly attached it to my small brown nipple, then he did the same to the other one, he then connected a chain between them and pulled on it making the clamps even tighter on my hardening nipples. I wanted to scream but I knew I would suffer more if I did this so I just suffered in silence.

"That's a good girl, drink up as there is plenty more where that came from," Brian said while holding the glass to my mouth and almost pouring it into my mouth. He filled the glass again and told me to drink my pee or I would suffer far greater pain than his cane. My bottom had got used to the tacks sticking with me and Brian knew this so he lifted me off the chair and smashed my bottom down again. I screamed as the downward force made the pins stick further into me. 'Stop that!" He shouted and pulled hard on the chain that hung between my tits.

I held my breath as he tried to pull my nipples off, but then he let go, he helped me finish the last of my pee drink, saying that I was ready for the next stage of my training. He pulled my nipples across the room to the far wall there I saw a thin rope hanging from the ceiling with a Carabiner attached to the hanging end he connected the Carabiner to my nipple chain, then tied my wrist behind my back and went to the other end of the cord pulling on it till I was standing on tiptoes. I almost wet myself with the pain, but I held it as I knew what I would have to do and there was no guarantee that my torture would end.

What happened next was a total shock. He pulled down my still wet knickers to my knees and inserted a catheter into my urethra and then inflated it inside my bladder so it wouldn't fall out, then at the other end of the tube was a small ball and straps on either side of it he pushed the ball into my mouth and fastened it tight around my head. "Recycling at its best." Then he pulled on the cord so that I was at the very highest I could be and all my weight was on my tip toes. "Let's see what happens in the next hour or so," Brian said while pulling my wet knickers back over my punctured bottom.

I stood there with my nipples being pulled upward and with only my urine to drink for ages my toes were getting sore with each minute and there was no way I could stand there like this for a couple of hours the pain in my legs was making me shake and I took a deep breath, but I forgot for a second that I should have been breathing through my nose not my mouth and a sudden gush of salty liquid washed into my mouth and down my throat.

Brian laughed as I gulped down another mouthful of my urine. *I bet that's nice and warm for you?" he asked as I swallowed another mouthful, it was endless I couldn't stop each time I swallowed my mouth was full again, I struggled to stop it and I think it only stopped because my bladder was now empty.

He let me down shortly after this, and the relief I felt as the strain on my poor nipples and toes abated, but my relief wasn't long-lived as Brian had other plans for my torture training. Then I saw the two wooden chairs back to back. I had seen this before and I knew how painful this would be if he were to do what I feared. Sure enough, his plan for the remains of the day was more torture and pulled me over to the two chairs telling me to mount them, I resisted but a yank on the chain connecting my breasts had me climbing onto the back of the chairs, I lowed myself down and the hard edges dug into the tender area between my legs then Brian pulled my legs apart so my full weight was resting the edge of the chair backs, I wanted to scream however with the tube still connected between my mouth and my bladder I just suffered in silence but the pain made tears start rolling down my face.

I sat there with every movement making the hard edges dig into the flesh of my perineum then he strapped some weight to my ankles and a belt through the chairs and around my thighs holding me there, finally he reconnected the cord that was hanging and put tension on it enough to make me wince once more while then he went out leaving me to suffer on my own.

 

I'm not a fan of rape, sex slaves, slapping... Held down against their will.. Ass slap only if she wants a little...

Consensual ... If she says plow my ass... I get hard...

Thanks for your story... I will read them all

 

Chapter Three

Brian continued with his training program for weeks, I noticed my pain threshold was getting higher and higher with each passing day.

At this point, he had not made any attempt to fuck me and at the end of each session, he allowed me to return to my bedroom to bathe and contemplate what might come next. I had just got out of the bath after a particularly arduous day where he had me hung from my feet and filling my bladder up with a pipe then letting me release it after making my tummy expand so I looked like I was pregnant. Then when he thought I was full enough he would stop and allow me to release the liquid that was held inside me. Then he would start again all day this went on I could not imagine what pleasure this would bring anyone.

I had got used to holding my bladder after drinking my own and now his urine, but this was now taking this to the extreme.

I went down to the kitchen wearing a new pair of white knickers to find a new girl in my seat she had white knickers on the same as me and she was sitting on the thumbtacks just as I was the first night I stayed in his house. "This is Katie, she is your replacement. You are ready for use now, say hello Katie this is Emily."

Katie said hello, I think she was as confused as I was and just as shocked as I was when I first moved into his house. How could this kind and gentle man change and have this power over me?

For some reason, I could not understand how he could replace me like this. I asked what was going on. "I have told you; you are now ready for use you will join me in my bed each night where you will submit to my will while I start training Katie. You will move your things to the empty draw in my dresser anything you can't get in that draw goes on the fire."

"Yes Sir," I said and just did it no more arguments I just did as I was told such was my training. I have not got much in the way of possessions only an open pack of white knickers and a sealed pack a hairbrush and some disposable razors. As I moved them, I wondered where had all my clothes gone. how long had it been since I had contact with anyone other than Brian? Was it six months was it a year?

After that night, my use was just to please his sexual deviancy. I can see it now. He fucked me anytime he wanted my arse my mouth my pussy it did not matter, if he wanted to put his cock into a hole I just obliged. Then it was male visitors who came just to fuck me and pay for the privilege. Sometimes it was just one other day it was six or seven. I was his whore.

By chance, he was invited to a party and I was to go with him, I was not to say anything about him or my treatment. He said then added "But if someone wants you, you let them you are just there as a fuck hole, a fuck hole, do you understand?" I just nodded as he got some clothes for me to wear. High heels stockings the smallest of G-strings a black dress that was half a size too small for me. I was a slut and I looked like one also.

We were at the party by about 7.30 already there were lots of people there and it looked like it was going to be fun, and I started to enjoy myself if I am totally honest. I was not out of place. Most of the women were dressed in similar clothing as me even my stepmom, Grace. I did not see her at first, but it was only when I was on my knees being spit-roasted, that I saw her. She was about to go down on this girl as a man was getting behind her too, I assume to fuck my stepmom or maybe just to watch. Ok, most would probably think it strange to see your stepmom like this, but she and my biological mom were into this scene long before me. Grace was into pain in a big way, I always knew that and maybe it is where I got into it.

I did not see what happened as I got remarkably busy after this with my perverted connection. These two guys hammered into me for a few minutes, and I honestly thought I was going to cum but the one pounding my pussy pulled out before I made it the one who was fucking my face stopped soon after then I was turned onto my back and a rather large man started to fuck me missionary. It was a disaster he could not get his cock anywhere near my pussy and it was not until I got him to stand up and I was able to get my legs up onto his shoulders he could get his needle dick into me at all. As he pulled out of me, I felt a hand grab me and pull me up the stairs and into a bathroom. It was Grace. She kissed me like any mother would kiss her child and hugged me so tight I could not breathe.

"You have to get out of here, you are here to be sold. That shit Brian is doing a deal with some Romanian to sell you. He is planning on fucking you and then making an offer so he can put you on the streets turning tricks. You need to run." She handed me her house key telling me there would be a taxi outside at nine-thirty. "Be in it."

I returned to the party and looked for Brian he was talking to a group of men none of them I had seen before but all of them seemed to be out of place except Brian as it was in a place such as this that he picked me up. Nine o'clock came and the big guy wanted another go at fucking me. So, I dragged him over towards the door and suggested he took me from behind, this way if he could keep it up long enough, he would hide me as he was big everywhere except his cock.

I got in position and reached down between my legs and tried to get him into my pussy, but he was not even hard so I got on my knees and started to suck him I worked on him and he was making all sorts of noises but there was not a lot of stiffening which was good because I could keep him happy at least until I made a run for it. I saw Grace and she pointed to the door. I made one last effort to make him cum in my mouth, but I made out he had pulled off his cock and swallowed his imaginary cum. He seemed happy as he pulled his trousers up and turned around.

I made a run for the door, and sure enough, a taxi was waiting. I got in and Samantha was there, she told the driver to go and he drove off. Sam assured me that I was not to worry, if Brian came near you he would regret it.

We got to Grace's house, well it is my house but that was another messy story of my life Samantha and I locked myself in, waiting for Jane and Grace who came home a few hours later, Samantha laid into Jane while Grace comforted me. Jane never liked me but did tolerate me for Grace's sake.

Jane was the dominant one in their relationship. As I said Grace was into pain big time. And I have seen video clips of her enduring whippings, electrocution, water sports along with numerous other things that I had not experienced or maybe would ever want to. But she was always kind to me caring, loving, sweet all the things a mother should be.

Grace never let Jane sexually near me and this was a bone of contention between them. Grace took me to her room and stripped off the cum stained clothes and put them in a black bag, she ran a bath for me and let me soak away all the things that had happened on that night and before. I knew Brian would be looking for me and I knew it would not be long before he came here, after all, it was where he originally found me.
But he never arrived and my life changed gradually for the better.

 

I can't say it aroused me but a very interesting read .

 

strange

 

Real life is often stranger than fiction. I know it’s a bit of a garbled mess but it’s only the second time I have ever wrote my memory’s down.

 

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