Introduction to Slavery SeXStoRY

The Problem My wife and I had been fighting. Serious fighting. We were both to the point where we had stopped the anger and had begun serious discussions about getting divorced. Looking back on this now, it's hard for me to see who was really right and who was really wrong. I'm not sure I can even tell you who was mad about what. For about a month we just kind of co-existed, neither of us talking much; only when absolutely necessary. Then Megan said she wanted to give it one more shot. "Jason, let's try one more thing. Let's both take a week off from work and go on a vacation. Let's take a week to see if divorce is really the right thing." It sounded fair to me, so I agreed. She insisted on working out the details and told me to plan on taking off at the end of the month, two and a half weeks away. I made an attempt to make love to her that night, but she wanted to put it off until the vacation. The Vacation I was ready. More than ready. It had been nearly two months since I'd had sex, and I'd decided not to "relieve" myself in hopes of a thoroughly satisfying vacation. Megan had seen to all the details...we were to leave the airport at 5:30 this evening; the airport is nearly an hour away, and she also needed to make a stop on the way, so we were leaving early in the afternoon. I was a little baffled by the way she avoided any of my questions regarding the island she'd booked and any other questions I came up with, but I didn't think about it too much. I was glad to be getting away. Megan had insisted on driving, and I understood why we'd left so early when it took forever to get to an old farmhouse on the other side of town. When I asked again just why we were stopping here, she hopped out and said she'd just be a minute. After being gone for about five minutes, she re-appeared at the door of the house calling for me to come in. She led me in and took me into a bedroom on the second floor. I started to ask AGAIN what was going on when she smiled and put a finger to my lips. She led me to the foot of the four-post bed which, to my surprise had wrist cuffs attached up high; she fastened me to the overhead cuffs, and then spread my legs and attached them to the legs of the bed. I was beginning to understand....or so I thought. "There is no trip to an island, is there?" I asked with a small grin. She just looked up at me and smiled a devilish smile. My shirt was unbuttoned, and my Levi's were opened up. She began to lick and tease my long neglected cock, and I was quickly lost in the sensation. As she sucked my cock, a woman in a leather corset came into the room and began speaking. "Hello Jason." she said casually, as if we'd known each other for years. I was completely dumbfounded, and my erection began to soften. Megan renewed her efforts, sucking harder and using her hands to manipulate me. Ignoring the fact that my wife was sucking me off and that my mouth was hanging wide open in shock, the woman continued. "My name is Victoria..Mistress Victoria," she said with a confident smile. "Your wife has informed me of some of your troubles, and has asked for my help." I looked down at my wife, but she remained absorbed in her work on my erection. "She has agreed to leave you with me for a week. I believe that I can help save your marriage, but you're going to have to do exactly as I say." She moved in close to my face. "And you want to do just as I tell you, don't you Jason?" My cock throbbed. "I...I..don't know." I stuttered. "What...?" I looked down at my wife, pleading for some explanation. For the first time I tested my bindings. Not a chance..I wasn't going anywhere until someone released me. Mistress Victoria chuckled. "That's right. Struggle. You see you're trapped, don't you?" She grabbed my jaw and f***ed me to look into her eyes. Megan continued to suck, and I felt a weakness taking me. My mind swirled, and I realized that there was a chance I was going to cum. "Jason. You want to obey me, don't you? hmmm?" She nodded my head affirmative, or I nodded. I don't know which. "Say it Jason." she commanded, with a little f***e. "Yes" I managed to groan out meekly. "Yesss." Suddenly Megan stopped. She stood up, leaving me gasping. She smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the lips. "This's going to be fine, Jason. I knew you'd like this. I love you honey!" she kissed me again, then turned to walk out the door. "I'll be back in a week to pick you up!" "Wait!" I cried out. "Where are you going?" But she was gone. Mistress Victoria began to slowly walk across the room, pacing. "She's taking that trip to an island, Jason. I have a friend there who is going to help her understand your needs." She smiled wickedly at me as she walked over to me and grabbed my failing erection. "I know what your needs are, and I'm going to teach you some things." My mouth was hanging open again, and I looked down to see the strange woman fondle my balls. She spelled out the ground rules to me as she continued to keep me aroused. She was to be addressed as Mistress at all times, I was to never look directly at her unless she commanded, and basically, I was to obey her every command. She took a large pair of sheers and cut away all of my clothing. It dawned on me that I had no other clothing, and I felt incredibly naked. Mistress Victoria proceeded to blindfold me. "I need to know that you're going to do everything I tell you, Jason." She had gotten onto the bed behind me to put the blindfold on; her hands played lightly across my chest, pausing to harden my nipples. Her breath was on my neck, and I began to tremble slightly. She chuckled. "Tell me that you'll do anything I wish, Jason." "I'll do anything you wish" I replied. She pinched my nipple hard. "Mistress!" she snapped. "Mistress!" I said. "I'll do anything you wish Mistress!" Inwardly I cringed. I felt like a coward, and my cock began to soften. I felt her presence in front of me again, and oily hands were on my cock. "Jason, you need to make me aware of your servitude. I'm going to teach you how to do that. When I'm through with you, you will be 100 percent slave. Do you understand me?" Her oily fingers had my cock hard again. My need was strong; "yes," I replied. "Mistress" I added. "Your wife is being very good to you, don't you think?" she continued, not waiting for an answer. (I did manage to utter a moan) "She's on her way to meet a friend of mine, Master Brett." she paused to let that sink in, and strangely my cock throbbed harder; I know she felt it. She was smiling, I knew it, and it humiliated me. "He's going to teach her to feel like a woman again; he will give her orgasms like she's never had. He's going to fuck her, Jason." She accented on "fuck", and stroked me harder and slipped a finger over my anus. "Did you hear me Jason? He's going to fuck her." At that she slipped an oily finger into my ass. "Oh god" was all I could say. Her finger opened me up. "You want to be fucked, don't you Jason? You're MY slut, aren't you baby?" "Yes." I was moaning and struggling. "Please." "Please what? Hmmm? Tell me what you want." I didn't know what to say. I'm not even sure why I said please; it just kind of came out. "Oh god. I'll do anything you want. Please. Just don't stop." She chuckled. "Oh yes, you'll do anything, everything I want. But *I* control *you*..I'll stop if I wish. I have the power to satisfy you, and the power to punish you. It's time for you to taste a little punishment." I moaned a plea as she stopped playing with my cock. She was behind me again, unfastening my hands. For some reason I didn't resist when she cuffed my hands behind my back. In front of me again, I felt her attach some kind of harness to my aching cock and balls; my blindfold was removed, and a leash was attached to my cock harness. My ankles were released, and she f***ed me to follow her by tugging on the leash. Down all the way to the basement I followed, down to the dark and damp depths of the old farmhouse. The basement was large, and seemed to have several rooms in other areas. It was hard to see, but I could make out the shapes of unusual tables, and the walls were cluttered with strange devices. I was stretched tightly between two poles and bound in a standing spread eagle position. Again, I didn't even think about resisting; the blindfold came on again. "I'm going to whip you Jason, and break you. When I'm through with you, you will be a groveling fuck." I felt what must be her whip moving lightly over my chest, then on my back and across my buttocks. My cock was betraying me again, and I was trembling. There was silence for a moment, then I felt her attaching something to my balls. Something heavy was now hanging from my balls, pulling them low! I felt so strange, so lewd. This humiliation was somehow causing me to burn with desire; I didn't understand what it meant, but I had no time to think on it; the whipping had begun. At first I really didn't think it would be a big deal, but she seemed to increase the intensity until I began to genuinely feel pain. And she kept going. And going. My entire back was on fire, my legs and my buttocks. I began to think she'd never stop, but when she finally did, she started in on my chest. For awhile I felt the weight on my balls tugging them around, but eventually all I felt was the burning strikes. She moved to my back again, and I began to yelp and groan without meaning to. I was losing control. Pain truly does not bother me, but this constant whipping was beginning to have an effect. I felt tears well up unbidden. I was crying, softly at first, then loudly. I heard myself begging for her to stop; my head was spinning. I found myself lying curled up on the cold cement floor; the cool floor was soothing my skin. Through teary eyes I looked up to see Mistress Victoria standing patiently over me. She knelt down and held my chin with one hand. "You see? You're breaking. You would be foolish to resist me any longer." She grinned a cocky grin. "On the first night, you caved. You're nothing now." I felt my cock stirring. This was so humiliating; I didn't understand how she could have such an impact on me that way. She picked up the leash and ordered me to "Come on." She led me to a simple bar stool and had me bend over it. I thought of resisting this time, but she was right...I was broken already. I had no will, and was already hers to use. My ankles were tied very tightly to the legs of the stool, and my hands were tied tightly to my knees which were secured to either side of the stool. It had a wide base, and was in no danger of toppling over. And then there was silence. She'd left and gone upstairs. It seemed like I was there forever, but it had only been about 10 minutes when I heard her coming back down the stairs behind me. She sat down in front of me, drinking a glass of wine. Her eyes studied mine; I felt her intruding my mind. A smile came across her face. "I trust that you've been thinking long and hard about your predicament?" "Yes." I said meekly. Her smile disappeared. "Mistress. Yes Mistress." I quickly added. She nodded her head. "Your wife came to me, truly wanting to save your marriage. But it's going to have to be by her rules. You've seen in the short time that you've been here that your body enjoys being dominated. When the week is done, you will respond that way to your wife. She will own you body and soul." She'd seen my cock rising higher. "You see? It's what you want. Tell me." I couldn't deny what my body had betrayed. My buried fantasies were taking over. "Yes Mistress. It's what I want." I lowered my eyes in shame. She set her glass of wine down and stood. Walking behind me she continued. "You will prove your love for her. You will give in to your desires and confess your fantasies." I heard her doing something, changing perhaps, and then she walked back into view. "You will beg to be violated, and prove your desires to serve." She'd strapped on a dildo! My mouth opened in shock, but it shouldn't have. The position she'd tied me in gave her plans away. I hardly noticed the camcorder she had in her hand. A few feet away was a tripod, and she put the camera on it; a few adjustments through the viewfinder, and the red light came on...recording. If I'd felt shame and embarrassment before, it tripled just now. Yet my cock throbbed on. She was in front of me again, casually opening a jar of some kind of lotion. "Suck my cock slut!" she commanded, thrusting the dildo in my face. I complied. I'd never done anything remotely close to that before, and my mind was reeling. "Stop. Now look at the camera and state your full name." Pausing for only a moment, I did as she commanded. She laughed a sinister laugh. "Now tell me what you are." "Your slave, Mistress Victoria." I was defeated. "Now beg for your violation." She began to sensuously coat the dildo with the lotion. "Tell me what a weak slut you are." I began begging. Begging to be fucked in the ass, begging for her to violate and shame me. I told her that I was her slut. As I begged, she coated my back with the soothing lotion, then my ass, then she began on my asshole. "Your wife explained to me that you play head games with her. You've been a manipulative ass. *I* can be manipulative too." Her finger was in me, emphasizing each point she made. "I will tell you right off that I'm performing a type of conditioning on you right now. This week, and from here on after, the only time you will be permitted to cum will be with something in your ass. After a time, that will be the only way you'll be able to cum." The dildo was pressing in. I grunted as she pushed it all the way in; and she didn't move. I was panting, my mouth open. "Oh, god." I moaned. "Yes, slut. You're being violated. Your last barrier. Do you feel the surrender? It's on video, too. Your wife will enjoy watching this." Then she began to slowly fuck me. She made me beg, beg for anything, beg to serve, beg to be humiliated, and beg for release. Finally, feeling complete shame and humiliation, my body responded on its own. I began to pump my seed out onto the floor. She released me and commanded me to lick up my mess. I did without a second thought; it was like I was in a dream. I was then led over to a shelf filled with different items; my cock harness and weights were removed, and she then strapped on what she called a "male chastity harness". It was a metal wire cage that held my penis snugly; it was obvious to me that any erection attempt was going to be painful. She then led me to one of the rooms in the basement. It had apparently been some kind of storage cellar converted into a tiny bedroom. A twin bed nearly filled the room; a small plumbed toilet sat in one corner, and a tiny shower stood in another. A television set with a built-in VCR sat on a shelf at the foot of the bed. She pushed me in, and told me to watch the video that was in the TV. "Get plenty of rest. But make sure you're up and showered for me early. Tomorrow you will have chores, and will then learn how to properly please a woman." The door was shut, and I heard the lock turn. Naked, sore, and humiliated, I used the restroom and showered with cool water. The video was a homemade one, apparently made in the same way mine was. It must have been over an hour of complete torture and humiliation of an older man. Unfortunately for me, I began to get aroused. The harness was tight, and incredibly uncomfortable. Eventually though, I was able to sl**p. *** The next morning I was ready. She seemed pleased that I had showered and was waiting for her. I was kept naked, with the harness still in place. She had me kneel on the floor in a corner of the kitchen to eat my breakfast. I was impressed; it was a large plate of sausage and eggs, with some orange juice. She explained to me that her assistant had prepared the meal, and that I'd better eat up; I'd need my strength. After breakfast, I was led outside to a barn (still naked). She gave me a large pair of rubber boots to put on and then had me clean out the barn. I spent the entire morning shoveling horseshit, spreading straw, and then brushing the horses. As I was brushing the fourth and last horse, Mistress Victoria came striding into the barn...with a young woman walking next to her! I began to panic, acutely aware that I was buck naked with a harness strapped around my dick! Mistress Victoria laughed and told me to stand still; this was her assistant Candice. They were both dressed for riding, and both seemed amused at my embarrassment. "Candy is going to teach you how to saddle a horse, and any of the finer points of horse maintenance that you will need to know. I'll be back in a while, and then Candy and I will take a ride." Then she came close to me.."You will treat Candice with the same respect you have shown me." Then she was gone. I looked shyly at Candice who still had an amused smile on her face. She was probably not much over 20 years old, was pretty in the face, and seemed only mildly plump. "Don't worry, I don't bite she said smoothly. I'm a student at the university, and Victoria has been my friend since I was a c***d. I help her out with things around here, from chores to video editing." She winked at me. "That's what I study, video technology." Her way of talking put me at ease somewhat; I could tell she must be a lot of fun to be around. She managed to teach me how to saddle a horse, and we had two of them ready to go in no time. Mistress Victoria was back before any idle time went by. She led me by the arm over to a low hanging beam that had cuffs hanging from a chain. I hadn't noticed it before. She snapped the cuffs on my wrists, and the chain was pulled until my arms were over my head. She also freed my penis from the harness. I grew hard almost immediately. Candice was standing there watching, that little smile of hers ever present. I looked down; my humiliation returned ten-fold. She and I had begun to chat like old friends awhile ago, and now here I was again, feeling like a humble fool. With an erection to prove that I enjoyed it. God. "We'll be back in a few! Don't run away!" Mistress said with a laugh. It must have been a good 45 minutes before they returned; my arms were aching, but my cock the betrayer rose once again as soon as they were in sight. They were laughing and giggling, and Mistress Victoria came over to me. "Candy, I'm going to stay out here for a few. Why don't you go on in and continue on the video we've been working on." She was fondling my hard cock as she spoke, and Candice made no effort to ignore it. She walked away with that damned smile on her face. "It's time to continue your conditioning, Jason, my slut." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small tube of KY. Slowly, deliberately, she put some on her middle finger, then reached around me like she was hugging me. With her face inches from mine, she spread my asscheeks and inserted her finger. Then she knelt and sucked me until I came. She kept my load in her mouth as she stood up; putting her mouth to mine, she transferred my cum to my mouth. "Now swallow." I did. "That's a good little bitch" she said as she let me loose. "Now unsaddle the horses, brush them down, and then come inside." Weakly, I did as she ordered. There was a note on the door for me to go to my cell and shower. I ended up passing Candice on the way down, and she stared at me with a knowing smile. I felt dirty and used, and was ashamed for her to see me like that. Once out of the shower, I was ordered by Mistress Victoria to kneel between Candice's legs and to take my time licking her. Candice merely looked up at me from her work at her table, and spread her legs. I spent over an hour there nuzzling and licking this young girl's pussy. She never once gave any indication that I was doing anything at all. The phone rang, and Mistress Victoria came into the room talking on a cordless phone. She looked at me and told me it was my wife and handed me the handset. So there I was, kneeling between the legs of Candice, listening to my wife tell me about how wonderful a time she was having on this beautiful island. She hung up after telling me she'd be home Friday; I'd hardly said a word. "Break's over. Back to work Jason." Mistress Victoria took the phone from me and pushed my face back into Candice's wetness. *** The next few days were filled with the same...I did many normal household chores, went down on Candice every time she came over, was bound and whipped several times, a ton of video was taken, and at least once a day I was made to cum, but only when I had some form of anal penetration. Thursday afternoon came, and I was kneeling in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor; the phone rang, and Mistress Victoria answered it. I could hear just a few of the words she spoke..a lot of "I see" and laughing. After hanging up, she came in looking very cheery. "It seems that things have changed, somewhat. Things are going to turn out better than I expected." She seemed to be musing more to herself, not really talking to me. My curiosity was aroused, but I knew better than to ask. That evening, Mistress Victoria fucked me. Not in the ass, and with nothing in my ass. She said she was ready to test me, to see how much control I'd learned. I was warned that if I came, I'd be severely punished, and not in a way that I'd enjoy. She tied me spread eagled, then fucked and fucked me. Then she untied me and had me do all the work. She had cum many times, and I hadn't once. In fact, it seems she was right...I really had been in no danger of losing it; without anything in my ass, I could last indefinitely! After my cock had finally softened, she put the chastity harness on me. "That won't come off now until your wife arrives." She laughed as if she'd just told a joke. Megan Arrives The day wouldn't go by fast enough. It was Friday, and my wife was suppose to be here this evening. Mistress Victoria seemed to pay extra attention to me all day long. She would fondle me here, touch me there. I was bound off and on in many different ways. Dusk was settling in when Mistress Victoria unfastened me from my bent over position. She had been teasing my ass, caressing it, lightly spanking me and putting alligator clips all around it. She took me down to the basement, the dungeon as I began to think of it. My arms were strapped together tightly behind my back, and my feet were fastened spread apart to rings in the floor. A chain was attached to my collar then clipped to the ceiling. It was loose enough that I could bend halfway to the floor if I so chose. Or was so ordered to. Then came the blindfold. And a ball gag. She'd only used that on me once, when I was being whipped earlier in the week. It seemed exceptionally tight on my face this time. Then the cock harness came off. I stood there for awhile, contemplating the week. I couldn't believe all that had happened. I had to admit to myself that I enjoyed it; if Megan wanted this type of relationship, if this is what would make her happy, then maybe things could work out okay. Suddenly I heard voices. A man's voice...was greeting Mistress Victoria. I listened hard to hear the voice of my wife. Nothing yet. They were coming down the stairs. The man laughed. "I see you've got him trussed up and ready for us Victoria!" his voice boomed. "And I see he's glad to hear us." he laughed again as he lightly slapped my cock. I hadn't been aware of it, but I had been getting an erection; and now that he called my attention to it, it throbbed higher. He grabbed it for just a moment and chuckled. This was bizarre. A man touching my cock, and it was throbbing. He then spoke directly to me. "So, Jason. I've heard a lot about you. Has Victoria taught you anything? Do you think you can please your wife now? Hmm?" His fingers played lightly with the bottom of my scrotum. My breathing was fast, and I moaned into the gag. "I found out some interesting things about your wife during our trip." He was circling me as he spoke. "She has needs, Jason. Strong needs. I learned much about her as we fucked." His breath was on my neck...my cock was aching. "You like that, don't you Jason? You like it that I fucked her." He grabbed my balls, and spoke into my ear. "You slut." "As I was saying..I learned that she...." he laughed..."is a slut just like you." My blindfold was ripped off. In front of me, just a few feet away, was my wife, bound just like I was. She was facing me with a ball gag tight in her mouth, and she was looking directly at me. She was naked, and her nipples were hard. Mistress Victoria was behind her, touching her sides, running her hands all over her nakedness. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I'd expected to be turned over to a dominating wife, one who'd do all the dirty things that had been done to me. I was anticipating trying to serve her, obey her every wish. But here she was, bound just like me, weak and naked. "That's right, Jason. Your wife is just as pliable as you are. She begs to serve also. She begs for it in the ass just like you, slut." I could see Megan shiver as he spoke; Mistress Victoria was still behind her, and from the way Megan squirmed, I knew she was being probed in the ass. My cock felt like it was going to explode. As I looked down out of humiliation, I could see that my cockhead was wet with precome. "Jason, you slutty slave, from here on out you will call me Master Brett just as your wife does." He was still behind me, and he grabbed my balls again. "Any objections?" Spittle was beginning to run down my jaw from having the gag on for so long. I shook my head no, humbly, and felt spit drip onto my chest. "Then let me hear you say it." He unbuckled and removed the gag. "Say it!" he hissed. I lowered my head in shame. "Master...Master Brett" "Good, good boy." He massaged my shoulders. "Now tell me what you'll do, slave." "Anything you wish, Master." My voice was weak. "That's right, slut, you will do *everything* I command. Now look at your wife. Look at that slut. See how she likes it in the ass?" Mistress Victoria was really fucking her in the ass now. It was easy to see the ecstasy in Megan's eyes. "I fucked her over and over in the ass. She loved it. She begged for more. And now she's mine, Jason. She will obey me in every way." Mistress Victoria stopped what she was doing. Megan moaned a plea through her gag. Mistress Victoria walked around towards me; in her hand was the slim dildo she'd been fucking Megan with. She wiped it off on a towel, then came up behind me. "Beg." was all she said. I started to lower my head, but she stopped me. "No. Look into Megan's eyes. Beg, and don't stop looking at her." God, this was twisting my mind. "Please, Mistress. Fuck me. Fuck my ass." I said it looking directly into Megan's eyes. Her eyes rolled back as if someone had caressed her intimately. And then I was invaded, and I grunted my ecstasy. Master Brett came around in view. "See Megan, my bitch? He loves it. He will serve me well too." He walked over to her and removed her gag. "Who owns you little one? Tell your slut husband who owns you." "You own me, Master. He owns me Jason. He owns *us*, Jason." Then she looked at him, pleading. "Anything, Master. Anything you wish." "Command your slut of a husband to prepare me." he said as he walked over to me. He began to unbutton his pants. "Do it Jason! Do it! Suck his cock. Get him ready for me!" Her excitement was obvious. I was still being fucked by my Mistress, and had no control left to resist. My mouth was hanging open, and Master Brett was standing in front of me. He had a cocky smile on his face, then he grabbed my hair and lowered me to his cock. This was not a dildo, this was the real thing. My lips wrapped around it..it was warm; no, hot. I had a cock in my ass and one in my mouth, and I was lost. He fucked my face for a minute, then pulled my head off. He got behind Megan who was in heat. She was moving her ass around, panting, begging her master to fuck her. "Jason, watch me fuck your wife, my slut." He held her head up, facing me. "Look into his eyes, Megan. Show him what you are." Then he entered her easily; she was open and ready, and he was slick from my saliva. He fucked her hard, and after a few minutes he came inside her. As they came together, Mistress Victoria jerked my cock until I came also. A new life We were sent home the next morning after being ordered not to have sex in any way. In a few days we would receive our new instructions from them by phone. We belonged to Master Brett and Mistress Victoria, we were theirs to do with as they pleased. Neither of us were in control of our lives anymore; we had been introduced to slavery, and we were hooked.