Slave Girl (6 page)

"Do you want this, Jill?” Barry asked, voice gentle but his eyes blazing.

"Yes, sir,” she nodded, and she tried to hug him again, but Barry pulled away.

"No, no, slut. Don't try to distract me. Your pussy's all locked up anyway, and I have to get to work. I want you to drink the orange juice I've left for you. No cheating by not drinking. This is the first of many lessons in suffering. You are going to learn to suffer with grace."

Jill followed him as he walked into the hallway, collecting his briefcase on the way. He had more orders for her. “This is between us for now, though I may involve others at a later date. No phone calls today, no calls to your girlfriends to discuss your latest, eh, fashion accessory.” He grinned and went on. “You will get privileges as you prove yourself worthy; privileges like going to the bathroom on your own, calling and even going out with your friends, permission to come, permission to use the furniture in my presence, but for now, no. For now you do only and exactly what I tell you to do.

"The first thing, as I said, is to drink the juice. The second thing is to go back online and visit the sites you liked, and find some real-time submissives to talk to online. I want you to learn about their experiences and pay attention to how it makes you feel. This isn't a game; not to me. I want you to embrace this as if your life depended on it.” He lifted her chin, forcing her to look up into his face. “Am I clear, little slut? Do you understand what your master is asking of you today?"

"Yes, sir,” she breathed, and then she looked away, as if she couldn't meet the eyes of this new powerful man who was taking her into such total control.

Once Barry had gone, Jill dutifully drank the orange juice, which was fresh squeezed and delicious. Before this ‘transformation’ in their roles, Barry had never cooked a meal, washed a dish and certainly never squeezed fresh juice. She could get used to this, she thought, smiling.

Going to the full-length mirror in the bathroom, Jill examined the belt from all angles. It looked something like metal underwear in the front, a metal thong panty. It was pretty, and the burnished silver contrasted nicely with her tanned skin. It fit snugly, but wasn't uncomfortable. Just as an experiment, she tried to slip a finger between the metal and her pussy. It was impossible.

She gave up and examined her body critically in the mirror. Unlike most women, she actually liked her body. Admittedly, she spent quite a lot of time working to make it perfect, with daily workouts and careful tanning by the pool, and a healthy diet. But nature had also been especially kind, endowing her with long shapely legs and a slender waist. She thought her breasts might be a little bigger, but her 34C cup was attractive, and her nipples, though small, were a pleasing dusky pink.

Again her eyes were drawn to the belt. She was fascinated by it, and by what it symbolized. He was truly claiming her. It was one thing to state that her body belonged to him and only him, but what a way to prove it! The fact that he was able to pick up such an item must mean that other people were using them! Did they make them for men too? While she was online, she would check out chastity belts. There was nothing you couldn't find out about online, it seemed.

And what had he meant about involving others? He had said that would happen later, but what did he mean? Was he going to find another submissive girl to bring home? She had talked to someone online who supposedly lived with another submissive girl, that both she and her husband ‘owned.’ She was the pet's pet, if you like. Jill shook her head at her own musing. She definitely would
not
like to compete with another woman for her husband's attentions! But then, it wasn't up to her, was it? What a curious but also exciting thought! It wasn't up to her.

Jill felt a little twinge of desire pulse at her clit. She had been angry when Barry refused to allow her to climax last night. During her shower that morning she had quickly and roughly rubbed herself to orgasm, though it wasn't as satisfying as she had hoped. But at least it had taken the edge off. Now she could actually feel her clit throbbing inside its metal cage. She went over to the computer, sitting gingerly, trying to get used to this contraption secured between her legs. Perversely, in spite of, or perhaps because of, her inability to touch herself, she found herself becoming more and more aroused. If she could have, she would have definitely masturbated. But her pussy was secured as if she were some medieval knight's wife, kept under lock and key while he went to the wars. It was crazy! Still, she had agreed to Barry's demands. He hadn't forced her. His commanding new presence was so different, so exciting, that she would have agreed to most anything he suggested at this point.

She logged onto the site she had found yesterday, the one called slavesubs.com. There was a chat room and she entered it, using her logon name of SubJill. There were several other subs in the room, and she just watched for a while until someone sent her a secret message.

"Hi Jill, is that you? It's Tanya."

"Oh! Hi, Tanya. You remembered me!"

"Of course I did. The new girl. The new slave. How was it last night?"

Jill told Tanya all about what had happened the night before, including that Barry hadn't let her come. She left out the part about sneaking an orgasm in the shower.

"Oh, my master only lets me come on Saturdays. And then only if I've behaved perfectly well all week."

"Don't you
hate
that?"

"Well, I'm not crazy about it, but then, it isn't up to me, is it? I'm his property. His toy. 24/7, I am his fucktoy and his slave girl. And I'll tell you, Jill, I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Wow!” Jill was intently focused on the screen, watching the words appear, her eyes widening, her mouth slack. “You do this all the time? How long has he, um, owned you?"

"Six months. We met online. The first time we met in person, I had to be completely shaved. Not just my body, but my head too. Everything. It was an act of submission, a token, he said, of my sincerity."

"Before you even
met
? But what if you didn't like him? You know, when you actually met."

"Oh, Jill. It was so beyond that. I knew him for two years online before we got together. I quit my job in Ohio and moved to Pennsylvania to be with him. I came to him with all my worldly belongings. Except my hair. LOL."

"What? I keep seeing that. What is LOL?"

"Man, you
are
new to the net, aren't you? That means Laugh Out Loud, silly!"

"Oh.” It was true, Jill had never really ventured into any chat rooms. She had used the net for research, like determining the weather for a trip she was planning, or finding a good movie review site. But somehow she had believed that ‘chat rooms’ were for kids and perverts. But here she was, and which was she? She grinned at herself and focused on what Tanya was typing.

"He's let me grow my head hair back, though it still is only a pixie cut now. But pussy, asshole, underarms and legs, he shaves them for me every day."

"
He
shaves them for you?"

"Sure. It's part of our ritual. Rituals are very important between Master and slave. You'll come to see that if Barry's any kind of real dom. He would never let me handle a razor. I might cut his property. Me, that is, LOL."

Jill found this constant use of ‘LOL’ rather annoying, but she didn't comment. Instead, she thought about what it would be like to shave your pussy bare. Or to have your husband do it for you! Again her perverse little cunt heated inside the metal and velvet. She felt like she was on fire. And on top of it, she had to pee.

"I have this thing on. This chastity belt."

"No
way
! A real one? Oh, I'm so jealous!!!” Jill smiled, suddenly feeling proprietary about her very own chastity belt. “Man,” Tanya typed on, “Master wants to get me one. Really just for show, because I would
never
touch my Master's pussy without his orders. Never, never. I'd rather die."

Jill thought this sounded a little over the edge, but she also thought again, a bit guiltily, about her ‘stolen’ orgasm that morning in the shower. She looked at the time in the bottom corner of the screen. Only 10:35 and poor Jill had to pee. She shifted in her chair, trying somehow to relieve the pressure on her bladder. This was so surreal, to be sitting in her own home, with her pussy locked into a metal cage so she couldn't even pee! The phone rang and she jumped, startled. She answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Slave girl."

"Sir.” It was as if they had always held these roles. Slave girl and Sir. Only a week ago she was a frustrated bored housewife with a husband who didn't fulfill her and now she was ‘owned’ by a man she barely recognized. She felt her breathing slow and deepen, as if he were there next to her suddenly in the room.

"How are you? How's your nasty little cunt?"

A small intake of breath; she still wasn't used to him speaking to her like that. But she responded. “Um, it's ok, I guess. I do kind of have to use the bathroom."

"Do you?"

"Um, yeah."

"Gee, that's a shame, seeing as I won't be home for two and half hours."

Jill squirmed, now involuntarily focusing on the pressure in her bladder. “Maybe I could just unlock it for a second? Just to pee? I mean, I swear I would re-lock it and not touch myself or anything.” Her voice was pleading.

"I have the only key. And Jill.” He paused.

"Yes?” she said, a hint of a sigh in her voice.

"I'm disappointed in you. A mere four hours in the belt and there you go begging to unlock it. I'm going to have to punish you when I get home. All part of your training, you understand."

Again the smallest sigh, but if she were honest, his words had set her poor pussy throbbing. She could feel the heat of it against the metal. She shifted, pretending to herself it was an effort to ease her bladder, but it was her eager little clit she was trying to get to. It didn't work.

"I'll see you at 1:00, slut. Wait for me at the door. I want to see your ass facing me while you kneel on the floor. Make sure you obey, cunt. You're already in enough trouble.” The line was dead before she could respond.

When he got home, Jill was waiting as ordered, and the humiliation of the position made her perverse pussy even hotter. She heard the door open and tried to stay still, resisting the urge to move, to turn around, to look at him.

"Yes,” he said, more to himself than to her. He was smiling hugely, feeling his cock stir at the sight of his gorgeous wife kneeling before him, ass up high in the air, the chains taut against her cheeks, the glimmer of burnished silver at her sex. “You look lovely, Jill. I wonder what all your lovers would think of you now, whore.” The sudden memory of her betrayals caused his emotions to become confused for a moment, as anger mixed and melted into the arousal of the current situation.

Because of that, he grabbed her rather more roughly than he meant to, jerking her up by the hair so that she squealed in pain. “Stand up, slut. Don't forget I owe you a punishment for your lack of control.” He pulled her toward him and kissed her on the mouth. He pulled away and slapped her cheek sharply. Jill gasped and brought her hand to her cheek.

"You need to pee, right slave girl?"

Jill nodded. Barry grabbed her arm and led her to the bathroom. Lifting the long silver chain from around his neck, he unlocked the chastity belt. Jill sighed with relief as the tight metal band was removed from around her waist. She had to immediately cross her legs, as the urge to urinate was overpowering now. She tried to move toward the toilet but Barry stopped her.

"No. This is your punishment. You aren't going to use the toilet; you're going to pee in the bathtub while I watch you. Standing up. Go on, move."

She stared at her husband, embarrassed, but certain by his tone of voice that he meant it. She needed to pee too bad to protest, so she managed to sidle over to the tub, legs still crossed in a desperate effort to keep from having an accident before she got in. Once in the tub, her control was lost, and urine began to roll down her legs, and then a steady long stream hissed into the tub. Jill's face was red, but her relief was so profound she didn't care.

Barry watched her with satisfaction. His slut girl had been forced to hold her pee for hours because he wanted it that way. A plan had been forming in his mind, of slowly taking over all aspects of her life. She would become not just a sex slave, but a complete slave, one who would make no decision on her own, but would look to him for her every action, every thought. Intellectually he had been stunned upon realizing that he wanted something like this. He, who had been steeped in feminist propaganda since he was a little boy, and who had always agreed that men and women were equal and should be treated as such. How could he rationalize this desire to completely subjugate and control his wife with his entrenched beliefs about equality?

He had asked this very question to his new friend, Paul, who had answered that there was no conflict. He explained that when two people agreed to a voluntary exchange of power, there was total equality, since both parties wanted the exchange. He also pointed out that it wasn't about a man controlling a woman. It was about a dominant person controlling a submissive one. It could just as easily have been a woman wanting to dominate her submissive husband. It wasn't about equal rights, he explained, it was about sexual orientation, and the simple recognition of what we needed.

It was far more honest, and hence far more satisfactory to each party, to admit the need for control, and for loss of control. Indeed, he went on, the result, when coupled with love, is sublime. Barry had decided that Paul was something of a poet, and certainly a romantic, but he liked his explanations, as they soothed his own troubled conscience about what he wanted to do to his wife.

When Jill was done in the tub, Barry had her wash off and meet him in the bedroom. “Lie on the bed and spread your legs so I can see your pussy.” Jill lay down, eager and hopeful that her little cunt was at last going to get some attention. She wasn't disappointed, as Barry knelt down in front of her and began to give her teasing butterfly kisses with his tongue and lips. Oral sex had never been high on Barry's list, and Jill sighed deeply with pleasure as he continued to lick and fondle her. She felt her pleasure mount, and at just the right moment he slid a finger into her tight cunt and she arched up, moaning, one inch away from a delicious orgasm. Then the finger and the lovely hot mouth were gone. Jill opened her eyes, confused; needy.