THE MAKING OF A SLAVE.
I was doing the after dinner dishes and cleaning up as I always did which seems so normal now and I guess it was other than the fact I was caged and had a plug in my ass which was normal for me by then.
I had lived for two years as a girl but I’d always been feminine even if my drunk father tried to beat it out me growing up. I eventually had enough and ran away from home. After a while exploring a little my sexuality and the fact I liked older men perhaps due to daddy issues I met Steve who was a lot older and slightly dominant.
I had been drawn to dominant men again probably due to my past and Steve and I hit it off he took me in and after two years of hormones and living together I was his permanent live in sub and now when we went out most people thought I was his daughter.
He was never overly dominant and now I knew my role almost never really but I liked feeling submissive and safe so I wore my cage and plug most of the time and talked to Steve about more domination fun perhaps. He had seemed a little distant spending time in his study a lot and I had worried asking if he was fed up with me.
I was just finishing up the cleaning when I heard him call me from the study and I eagerly went straight to him. He sat at his computer as he’d been doing so much and motioned for me to kneel on my pillow I had on the floor telling me he wanted a word wing me. which I did.
He began explaining he’d been on the computer so much as he was in a chat with other dominant men not as he was fed up with me but because I needed more. I felt a little special to hear him say that I remember. He then began telling me about a really wealthy man in the chat who had a couple of part time slaves and how he told him I had ran away so lived with him full time.
He looked at me grinning telling me how the wealthy guy had immediately said.
“So literally no one knows it exists your slave no family or anything”.
I thought for a second how that was true and wondered why it’s relevant as Steve continued.
“The reason I was chatting to this guy was to share ideas at first but he intrigued me as he was, how can I put it a pretty extreme sadist, like very extreme but intriguing. I told him about you and how well behaved you are showed him a few pictures and he was intrigued by you”.
I wondered where this was all going and why Steve was telling me about this guy if maybe he’d have him some ideas. Then he said something that sent a shiver down my spine.
“He already was intrigued by you so when I told him you were a runaway with no family he literally became very interested messaging me privately outside the chat saying how he would love a sissy slave like you with no family or anyone so he truly owned them and could literally do anything he wanted with them”.
I was a bit concerned and asked what he’d want to do with one anyway. Steve smiled a strange almost laugh.
“Well as he said properly own them no one else in the world knows they exist and this guy is pretty extreme like he was always discussing severe whipping and torture things like that which is why he intrigued me his level of sadism and he had a real edge like seemed almost evil”.
I was kneeling now a little worried as to where this was going as Steve continued.
“So all the men in the chat liked you when I put your pictures on but as I said as soon as he learned about you being a runaway missing for two years he was messaging me privately and then he told me that he wanted you would I consider selling you to him”.
My heart skipped and I went to speak but Steve held up his finger to shush me.
“I told him I couldn’t sell you we are more like partners and he must not be used to being told no cause he got a little annoyed saying I was on the chat because you wanted a bit more domination, which is true I guess isn’t it” ?
I was nervous now but I couldn’t lie so nodded.
“Exactly he wasn’t lying and then he said he meant no offence and offered me a crazy amount of money to buy you”.
I was completely engrossed now nervously hanging on every word as Steve reassured me he told him no despite the money. Then continued.
“He waited a few days then I got another private message with your picture saying that he didn’t just want you he needed you. He wanted to feel his cock inside your tight little ass, make you scream and really really hurt you, make you a real slave it was a great opportunity”
Steve paused a second.
“I can’t lie this did make my cock hard the thought of all the things he would do with you given the chance and he doubled the offer as well, now it was really crazy money”
I interrupted at this.
“You wouldn’t sell me would you. ” I almost pleaded and again Steve shushed me.
“So that’s what made me so busy I’ve been chatting to him a lot about all the nasty things he would do if he got his hands on you with a level of sadism that just well made me so hard like I am now just talking about it”
With that Steve stood up and took down his trousers his cock already hard jutting up so I grabbed the shaft and started kissing and licking his balls feeling it throb in my hand as he groaned his approval and I started to suck him.
“Oh yes that’s good, he wanted to keep you in his specially fitted out basement at all times no chores or anything but you’d never see natural light again unless he came down to abuse you”
Steve groaned as I continued to suck his cock until he came in my mouth and I swallowed it and I froze as he said.
“Then he made me a ridiculous offer that I couldn’t refuse saying he had to have you so I had to say yes”.
To be continued…….
