He opened a box and took out a severe looking pair of all steel 6 inch stiletto heels and told her to put them on. She obeyed and locked the padlocks as she was instructed. They were higher then anything she had ever worn before and struggled to stand when he told her to rise. He hooked her wrists again to the pipe in the ceiling. Reaching down, he attached a twelve inch chain between her ankle cuffs. She was not going to be walking anywhere fast.
“Most owners of slaves want one who is adept with extremely high heels. You will be wearing these day and night for the duration of your stay here. The ankle chain will help remind you to take short feminine steps and further reduce any thought in that head of your of trying to escape. If I do try to catch you trying to escape, I will not hesitate to turn off the lights, lock the door and wait for you to starve to death, do I make myself clear slave?”
“Yes Master,” she replied. He had never done so but everything was mind games in training a slave. Put the thought in their head of being slowly starved to death kept all but the most foolhardy from trying anything so daring.
She now stood in a helpless position. Every moment made her chains make a sound, a near constant reminder of her situation. He sat down and opened up a package that contained her phone.
“Look familiar?” he waved it at her. “Returned from its cross country trip.” He started to look through it, particularly the photos. He got up and showed her a picture of two of her friends.
“The petite Asian girl is Michelle correct? The attractive blond is Julie?” he asked, already knowing the answer. A cold feeling arose in the pit of her stomach. In about six months from now, Michelle will be right here in this room. I have a ready buyer for cute little gooks, he has a brothel in south America. Julie will be here in about ten months. She is too stunning to pass up. I’m sure she will be fun to break.”
She started to scream no, but the shock collar was on and the pain would have dropped her to the floor if she wasn’t hung by her wrists. She began crying and mouthing ‘no, no, no’
“i’m sure by the time they are here, you will have more important things to worry about. They will be far from your mind. Now, if you can maintain your composure, I will turn the collar off. I have questions and you will answer. If there is any hesitation in any answer, you will be punished. Ready?”
She nodded her head. He switched the collar off.
A shock to her neck made her help. “Incorrect answer slave.”
“How many sexual partners have you had?”
“Have you ever had sex with a woman?”
She hesitated. The shock collar activated.
“Yes Master!” she gasped.
She hung her head not wanting to answer. But the collar shocked her harder.
“Hmmm very nice. Have you ever been in bondage?”
“How often do you masterbate?”
“Do you use fingers or toys?”
The questioning went on for hours it seemed. Every personal and intimate detail she was forced to expose. She was not only physically drained by the shock collar but mentally and emotionally drained as well. He knew everything there was to know about her.
“You did well slave. But you hesitated much too often. You must learn to respond immediately to a command by your owner. A slave obeys without question, without thought. Your owner does the thinking, a slave simply reacts. Do what you are told, any hesitation will mean pain for you.”
He unhooked her wrists and let her fall to the floor. He connected her left wrist to her left ankle and right wrist to her right ankle, then connecting a chain from her collar to a bolt in the floor.
“Now I am going to go eat something. It is hungry work training a slave. In the meantime, I want you to repeat the following lines while I’m gone. “This slave is owned property. This slave will obey her Master” I will be watching and listening to you over the video cameras, so no cheating. If I hear you stop, you will be punished. Begin now.”
She began to speak the words, repeating them over and over. He went out for a bite to eat. He listened to her over the video feed. She did not falter, repeating them diligently. After 30 minutes, she let out a big breath of air, then began crying uncontrollably. Great heaving sobs. He had seen this before many times. She was breaking. She was partaking in her own brainwashing, the words she was speaking was making their way into her heart and soul. After fifteen minutes of this, she was able to recompose herself, and began repeating the words again. Good girl he thought. I might be able to move up her sell date if this keeps up.
After an hour and a half, he came back in. She kept repeating until he told her stop.
“Did you learn something while I was gone? I think you learned that your fate is inescapable. You are a slave and will be for the rest of your life. I think you feel it in your heart, and your brain is coming to grips with it. I think you will make an excellent slave. You will be pleasing to your owner. But we have much more training to do.”
Her head was lowered as far as her chains permitted. “Yes Master” came out as a quiet whisper.
He unhooked her from her position and told her to stay on the floor and crawl over to the water dish. She lapped up the water, being grateful for being allowed to drink. The thought of ‘the water is a gift from Master’ shot through her mind. But she was so hungry, she heard the grumbling in her stomach. She wished she had not refused the food her put in front of her before.
“A slave must be ready to sexually serve her owner at any time. Therefore, it is best for the slave to remain in a near constant state of horniness. A slave must be wet and ready in all holes for her owner.”
She blanched at the thought of anal sex. She watched as he pulled two object from the desk. One was a dildo, long and thick. The other was shorter, with a tapered end and flat bottom. She knew what they were and that she was about to be violated.
He told her to not make any movement. He felt her pussy and rubbed it, feeling her clit. She stayed on all fours, passively accepting his manipulations. Despite her situation, her pussy became wet enough for him to insert the large dildo. She felt it getting shoved all the way in, larger than any penis that he been in there before. Next came the butt plug. He was kind and used lube, no sense in tearing open a virgin ass and causing a delay in training. She gasped first at the coldness of the lube on her asshole, then feeling the tip getting pushed into her. The pressure increased but was not painful. She soon felt the base up against her ass. She felt very full. He took a leather strap and wrapping it around her waist and running through her legs, padlocking it in place. There was no way to remove either insertion without removing the strap.
She crawled in, the plugs moving with her. Finally squeezing into the cage in a fetal position, it caused the dildo and the plug to be pushed further into her. He locked the door, turned off the lights and left the room.
All hopes of getting any sleep were soon shattered not only by the noise of the alarm but also as she felt the dildo and plug come to life in slow vibration. Their times set for length of vibration and intensity. He set his alarm for eight hours to get some sleep.
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