A/N: I am going to give a slave/master story a shot, while I think of ideas for my Once Upon A Time story. Please review and all that jazz.
He laid on top of her, caressing her breasts with his tongue. She smiled at him, knowing it was only temporary. She hated having sex with him, but without giving him sex, she would have to pay rent, she had no money. Some people called her prostitute, but in fact she was not, prostitutes get paid, she was having sex as a way to avoid paying.
"You're beautiful." He said not looking up from her breasts.
She did not speak, for last time she spoke, he locked her in the cellar.
Soon, he laid down next to her, keeping one hand on her breast.
"We're gonna do it again. Let me catch my breath." He said breathing heavily.
"I'm your's." She whispered.
"I wanna do it somewhere else." He said.
"Where, sir?"
He thought for a moment. "Shower, now."
She got up off the bed, and began to walk towards the bathroom, trying to hide the tears.
"Wait, bed over." He said.
She did as she was told, he took a paddle from the wall nearby, and began to swing at her backside.
"What did I do wrong, sir?" She asked when he was done?"
"Nothing, I was bored, and I haven't hit you lately." He said smiling, smacking her backside with his hand. "Get your ass in the shower."
She stood with him in the shower, their naked bodies against each other. He kept his hands close to her breasts.
"I'm taking you to the Doctor today."
"Why, sir?"
"I want your tits enlarged." He said, still fondling.
"If that's what you want, sir."
"I like my bitches to have big tits." He said. "and your's are big, but not big enough."
After the shower, the two people sat in the bathtub. His hands still on her breasts kissing her neck.
"Sir, I need to get to school."
"You have chores to do, sex to give, and a Doctor appointment. You aren't going today."
"Sir, I have a test."
He smacker her across the face. "Don't you dare argue with me!" He yelled. "For arguing with me, you loose your food privileges for a week."
"I apologize, sir."
She sat in the Doctor's office, he agreed to enlarge her breasts. She would have surgery later that day.
She arrived home, breasts enlarged. He pushed her to the floor.
"Get your chores done." He said handing her a piece of paper. "Tell me something, what are you doing wrong?"
"I'm not sure, sir."
"Why the fuck do you have clothes on while in my presence?" He yelled.
"Sorry, sir." She said quickly removing her top, pants, and undergarments.
"That's better." He said, eyes on her new breasts. "By the way, my friends are coming over tonight. You will wear the sluty teacher outfit, and dance around the pole while we get plastered. You will then, give each of us a lap dance, and then you will enter your cage, and I will sell you for the night, got it?"
"Whatever pleases you, sir."
"You know what will please me?" He asked.
"What, sir?"
"Start calling me Master." He said.
"Whatever you wish, master."
"Excellent. How much longer do you have for this chore?"
She looked at the foyer, she was scrubbing. "Not too much longer, master."
"Excellent."
"Would you like another round, master?"
"No, I'll save that for later. I want you stop scrubbing, and go into your cage until time to dance."
Her cage was exactly that. A cage. What looked to be an enlarged bird cage, hanging from the ceiling, about two feet off the ground. He shoved her inside of it, closed and locked the door, putting the key in his pocket.
A few hours later, the cage was opened. "Let's go." He said pulling her by her hair out of the cage. "Put this on." He said tossing her the costume.
Her costume was black, red, and lacy. It barely covered her breasts, especially with them enlarged. She put her hair up in a messy bun, not bothering to make it neat, since it would be down in a matter of minutes. She put on glasses, for pants, she didn't have pants, she had a black lacy thong, that was mesh in the front, so it might as well be see-through. She had a ruler prop, and she slowly walked up the stairs.
"Go faster, bitch." He said pushing her a flight of stairs, smacking her backside as she fell.
"Sorry, master." She said going faster.
Upstairs were four men, including her master, sitting on the couch near a pole that descended from the ceiling. They were drinking booze faster than their kidneys could handle, and she knew that if the man to her master's left was the one to purchase her tonight, it was going to be a rough night.
"Go." Her master said, starting some music.
She danced around the pole, slowly removing one article of clothing, and then another, and then another. The men were excited, especially about her new breasts. Maybe after the men left, she wouldn't receive to bad of a beating, not like last time.
The lap dances were over, and she stood inside her cage, still unclothed.
"Let's start at one hundred for the night." Her master said.
"I'll give you a thousand, if you let me do what I want to her, no questions asked. And she does what she's told." The man that was sitting to her master's left said.
"Sold." Her master said, grabbing the wad of cash. Unlocking the cage.
The two people laid on the bed, where she was previously at.
"I don't want to know your name, I will refer to you as bitch, and whore, and whatever else during tonight, okay?" He said.
"Yes, sir."
He smacked her across the face as hard as he could. "For tonight, I'm your master, got it?" He demanded.
"Yes master."
"Good." He pointed to the wall. "Get against it, assume the position."
She quietly did as she was told. He pulled out a paddle, from the closet of toys.
"I'm going to paddle you, and then we're going to have sex, got it, bitch?"
"Yes master."
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.
He stopped for a moment.
"Lay on the floor, on your back." He demanded.
She quietly did as she was told. He reached into the closet again, and found a leather strap. Careful not to hit her new breasts, he began to swing.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.
"Have you had enough, whore?"
She chocked back the tears. "When you think I have, master."
"Get up on the bed, you fucking whore." He said, but not before smacking her backside with his hand.
Soon, she was bound on the bed by duct tape, legs on the baseboard and wrists on the headboard. He poured alcohol on her breasts, and began to fondle them with his tongue.
Soon, after her breasts were dry, he stared at her breasts, and spoke.
"Get on the floor, and get on all fours."
She quietly did as she was told, and he began to hit her again.
"Master, please stop." She pleaded, after the tenth smack to her backside with the paddle.
He pulled her up by her hair, eye level. "I will stop, when I feel like it. Objects. Don't. Talk. Got it?"
"Yes Master." She said remaining standing.
"Get the fuck back down on all fours!" He yelled. She did, and he resumed hitting her.
"Your normal master said I can keep you as long as I want, and I intend to get my money
out of you." He said dryly.
"I'm here to please, master."
Once her backside began bleeding, he kicked her in the stomach, causing her to fall over onto her back, legs apart. He climbed on top of her, and kissed her lips, then her neck, then her breasts, and finally her stomach.
He stepped outside the room. "Do you still have those chains to hang whores from the ceiling, so you can fuck 'um standing up?" He called.
"No." Her normal master called. "The bitch broke 'um."
He stared at her, menenacingly. He rummaged through the closet of toys and found chains, he hooked them to the bed posts. "Now." He said, pointing to the bed.
He wrapped on chain around her neck, and made a leash. "Crawl, I want more booze."
Her normal master saw her. "She behaving?"
"Better than last time." He said taking a bottle from the fridge.
"Excellent." He said resuming watching television.
"What time is it?" He asked, opening the bottle.
"9 o'clock." her normal master said.
"Crap, I have to beat my wife home." He said letting her out of the makeshift collar, zipping his pants, and running out the door.
Her master looked at her. "I don't have a choice but to let you go to school tomorrow, and believe me, I wish I did. However, you will not go to bed, until your chores are finished. He said standing her a stack of papers.
"Yes master." She said beginning to look at the first chore.
"Wait," He said reaching into a bag nearby. "Put this on." He said tossing her a French Maid costume. It barely covered her chest, didn't cover her stomach, and the pants were a thong. "Resume."
He drank booze and watched her work, smacking her from time to time.
Around 4 o'clock in the morning, she was finally able to sleep. He locked her in a small broom closet, that was her bedroom.
She arrived at school, the boys were talking to her, which is something that never happened prior to today. Her friend walked up to her.
"Can I touch?" He asked.
"Meet me in the bathroom, sure."
The two people stood in a bathroom.
"Let me see." He demanded.
She took her shirt and he undid her bra. His eyes grew to the size of baseballs. He fondled them with his hands.
"So much better than math class." He said still touching her.
The two friends left the bathroom, her first, and the friend followed a few minutes later. She saw the school social worker walking down the hall, and abruptly turned around.
"Wait!" The social worker called out.
She had no choice but to turn around. The social worker first saw her new breasts, and sighed. "Let's go to my office, hm?"
"Why?"
"I wanna talk to you."
"There's nothing to talk about."
"Why did you do that to yourself?"
"What?"
"Your chest."
"I wanted to feel beautiful, the boys are finally talking to me." She said running off before the social worker could ask another question.
She arrived home. Began to remove her clothes, until her master stopped her.
"Get on the floor." He demanded. "I'll take your clothes off myself."
She laid on the floor, he laid on top of her and began to remove her clothes, first the shirt, than the bra, which he made her she only wore ones that hinged in the front, he slowly took off her pants and underwear, which she was only allowed to wear thongs, and he began to have sex with her.
"Master, please; have mercy, I'm still in pain from last night."
He smacked her across the face. "Does it look like I care?" He demanded.
"No, master."
"That's because I don't. You are my bitch, I want sex now, you will give it to me, now." He said smacking her again. He got off of her. "Get on all fours." He demanded.
"Please master, don't hit me."
"I'll hit you if I want." He said smacking her backside. "But no, you are not in this position for me to hit you." He said with a smile.
After he had finished. He pulled her up by her hair. "You won't be going to school tomorrow…so I'm going to give you a choice. You can either, have a round of sex, the roughest it has ever been, or, I beat you to a pulp and then you work."
"Sex, master."
The two of them laid on the bed, she was bound again, this time by handcuffs. Duct tape was placed on her mouth. He poured alcohol, all over her, and began to fondle her breasts and stomach with his tongue.
Once she was dry, and he drunk; he rummaged through the closet and found a studded leather strap. He unbound her wrists, shoved her onto her stomach, and bound her arms and legs together, above her back, with the strap.
When he had finished, her limbs resumed their natural position.
"Anything else, master?"
"Yeah, go make me a sandwich." He said smacking her backside. "Naked."
"Yes, master."
She stood at the kitchen island, preparing a sandwich, to which he moved aside, and placed his face in her breasts. He then, still drunk, reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the whipped cream, and began to rub it on her breasts.
"Lay down." He said shoving her onto the island, and began to take the whipped cream off his tongue.
At school the next day, the school social worker stood by her first hour classroom.
"Don't even bother going in, let's go." She said motioning for her to follow.
"Why?"
"Because I said so."
She sat in the social worker's office. The social worker handed her a sweater. "This should fit a little better, around the…..ya know."
"I don't want it."
"You're distracting the boys."
"Good." She said smiling.
The social worker stared at her. "You've always been quiet, why the sudden change?"
She shrugged.
