Rukia***Slut/Current Sex Slave

Sptember 16th, 2007

11:42pm

I am exhausted. I've only slept about 3 hours in the last two days. I went downstairs, threw some jeans, panties and a white button up shirt down on the floor. I forgot to get her bra size so she will have to use the same one for now. I also gave her a box of baby wipes and one of those 99 cent ham and cheese lunch meals, as well as a small bag of beauty items such as a hair brush and some makeup that I just guessed at; I had no idea what to get.

I told her to clean herself up, change her clothes and I'd see her in the morning. Before removing her ball gag, I told her "Say 'Yes, Master'" and I removed her ball gag. She quietly let out a "Yes... Master."

I picked the rug up and she let out a few faint whimpers as I turned the light off and went upstairs.

September 17th, 2007

7:30am

I slept about 6 hours.

I realized I hadn't checked the social site in a few days and spent a little time catching up with it. Mila messaged me and told me she was laid off from her job at the fast food joint she works at. She is looking for another job, but is worried that she will lose her apartment because she is already behind on the rent. She is slowly hinting on asking me for the money for her rent.

If I didn't already have Slut, I think I may have had a chance at getting Baby. Then thought occurs to me that two girls would be any mans dream. It would be great to have two girls at once, but the security issues make it difficult to justify. The two of them together may be able to overpower me given the right circumstances. I'll keep playing along with her for now and tell her I'll give her the money for her rent.

I'm feeling fairly well rested. Time to go back downstairs and play with my new toy.

September 17th, 2007

10:12am

This morning it was time to get her naked. When I went downstairs she had cleaned up and changed pants as I had told her to do. I had forgotten that she was wearing chains on her wrists and couldn't change her shirt.

She even brushed her hair enough to be presentable, but didn't use any of the makeup. I saw this as a little passive rebellion on her part. I hadn't told her to use it, so she didn't; she wasn't going to be any prettier for me than I specifically told her to be. I let it go this time.

I told her "Good morning, Slave". She remained silent, looking at the floor.

"Master is talking to you, Slave" I said.

"Good morning... ... ... M-m-master."

"We're going to switch you over to a collar and free up your arms" I said as I put the new dog collar on her and attached the chain to the collar and ceiling ring. I then freed her arms and she started rubbing her wrists. I left enough slack in the chain for her to walk around in about a 3 foot radius.

"Master is talking to you!" I growled.

"... Thank you... ... ... Master."

There was a noticeable delay before she would say "Master" and a barely detectable sarcastic tone when she said it. Another of her little passive rebellions. We'll deal with this soon.

I pulled the recliner over from the corner and sat upright in it about two feet in front of her. I grabbed the dowel rod I used on her yesterday and put it across my lap. I told her to stand up and face me, which she did. I just stared at her for a few moments and she diverted her eyes and looked down.

"Look at me." I demanded. She looked up at me but her eyes kept darting away for a fraction of a second.

"Look me in the eyes and quit looking away." I said. She stood there staring at me and me staring back. I don't know what was going through her head right then but I can guess it was not pleasant thoughts about me.

After staring at each other for an uncomfortable minute or so, I said, simply "Dance."

She looked at me and said "What?" with a tone of "Are you nuts!". I immediately and with one swift motion swung the dowel rod off my lap and on to her left thigh, yelling "Dance!".

She grabbed her thigh where I had hit her and looked at me with a look that I couldn't quite interpret. Maybe it was a look of "I can't believe this pervert" mixed with "That fucking hurt, you bastard!". After about 3 seconds, she slowly started to swing her hips very slightly and said "Yes... ... Master". That was a good start. I let her do this for a bit and then said "Move you hips more." to which she again replied "Yes... ... Master."

At this point I was getting annoyed at her delaying saying "Master" and whacked her again with the dowel rod, yelling "Stop pausing before saying 'Master'!". She again grabbed the spot where I hit her and said "I'm sorry, Master!", her voice cracking a bit as she tried to hold back the tears.

I repeated my last command: "Move you hips more."

She replied "Yes, Master." and started to swing her hips just a bit more, but it was good enough for now.

I switched the dowel rod to me left hand so I could hit her right thigh if I needed to whack her again.

"Move your upper body and arms, too." I commanded. She complied, but it looked like some kind of timid version of a weird '60s dance.

"Dance sexy! Slow it down, grind your hips, thrust out your chest. Turn around slowly. Dance like a stripper. I'm sure you've seen them on TV, do it like they did." I said all at once.

"Yes, Master" she replied as she started to at least try to act sexy. It wasn't really very sexy, but being in control of this hot, young girl was giving me a rock-hard boner.

"Face me and keep dancing." I said as I clicked the remote for the TV and satellite box. I put it on the "Love" music channel. I didn't recognize the song. It wasn't exactly "sexy" music, but it was good enough.

"Look me in the eye and caress yourself as you are dancing." I demanded.

She did as she was told and stared me straight in the eyes as she ran her hands up and down her sides and hips. I watched her for a few minutes and then commanded her "Caress you tits and and thighs too". She started to get a look of humiliation on her face and started to tear up a bit, but did as she was told.

"Now, run your hands up your inner things, and against your pussy." I demanded. This was getting to be too much; my balls were starting to hurt.

"Keep dancing. I'm going to ask you some questions. When I ask you a question you will always reply by repeating the question as a statement. In other words, if I say 'Do you like ice cream?' you don't just say "Yes, Master." You will reply with 'I do like ice cream, Master'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." she incorrectly replied. She obviously doesn't understand yet.

"Keep in mind that we have been watching you for months. We have listened in on your phone calls and read your text and Internet messages. We know most of the answers to these questions already. If you lie, you will be punished. Now, answer properly this time... do you understand?" I said, raising the dowel rod just a bit to make her take notice.

She looked confused for a few seconds and then said "I understand, Master." Good girl.

"How old are you?"

"I'm 17, Master."

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

She thought for a few moments and said "Four, Master".

I quickly whacked her on the right thigh; "How many boyfriends have you had!?"

"... I... I have had four boyfriends, Master" she said as she rubbed the spot where I had just hit her.

"Are you a virgin?"

She looked very embarrassed as she said "I am not a virgin, Master."

"So you have fucked a guy before?"

She hesitates for a second, embarrassed to say it; "I have fucked a guy before, Master."

"How many times have you fucked a guy?"

She looks down at the floor as she answers "I have fucked a guy 1 time, Master."

"Keep looking at me, Slave"

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Did you enjoy fucking?"

"I did not enjoy fucking, Master. It hurt."

Well, damn, I missed her being a virgin by one guy. Over the course of these questions, her dancing slacked off to not much more than slight hip movements.

"Turn to your right." I said and she complied.

Whack! I lash her across both ass cheeks. She grabs her ass with both hands and cries "What did I do, Master?"

"Move your hands, Slave."

She hesitantly moves her hands away from her ass and... Whack! I thrash across both ass cheeks again.

"The first lash was because you stopped dancing without permission. The second lash was for speaking without being spoken to. You never speak unless you are asked a question, or you are given a command. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Master. I'm sorry, Master."

"If you ever have anything to say you feel is important enough to risk punishment, you may simply say 'Master?'. If I decide to, I may say 'What is it, Slave?'. If I feel what you had to say was not important enough, you may be punished. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Master."

"Now, start dancing again."

"Yes, Master."

With this she starts dancing, and if it's not just my imagination, she seems to be trying a little harder to be sexy.

I wanted to get some action going now. "Face me and keep dancing, Slave."

She slowly turned towards me and kept dancing.

"Unbutton the top button of your blouse".

Her face turned a bit red and she got this look on her face like she knew where this was leading.

"In between my commands, you will continue to dance and caress yourself, but I want you to continue to face me unless I saw otherwise."

"Yes, Master."

"Unbutton the next button."

"Yes, Master."

"You do not need to need to respond to each command while you are dancing."

"Yes, Master."

"Do the rest of the slowly buttons as you dance."

She continued to dance as she unbuttoned the rest of the blouse. It was now hanging open, giving me a nice peep at her cleavage.

"Unbutton your pants."

She looked like she was about ready to cry, but managed to hold it back.

"Unzip your pants until the top of your panties show. Unzip them very slowly."

As she slowly slid the zipper down about half way, I saw the top of the white panties I had bought for her, with the little pink bow at the top. My balls were aching.

"Slowly remove your shirt, by raising your arms one at a time and pulling the sleeve off."

She did as requested, but stopped looking at me while she was doing it.

"Look at me, Slave!"

"I'm sorry, Master." she said as she looked at me and awkwardly tried to unbutton the sleeves.

With her shirt off now, I wanted to savor every minute. "Just dance for me now. Turn around a few times, slowly."

She danced in place, slowly turning around.

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Slave?"

She looks around the room quickly, as if making sure no one else could hear and she said "I kissed a girl one time, Master."

"When was this, Slave?"

"When I was... 13 or 14. It was my best friend. We were just playing around, Master."

"Have you ever had sex with a girl, Slave?"

"God, no! I...I mean, No, Master." I raise the dowel rod. "I mean, I have never had sex with a girl, Master".

"Unhook your bra but do not remove it yet."

She reached around with both hands and unhooked her bra.

"Hold your bra in place with one hand, and slowly slide the straps off of your shoulders as you dance."

It was incredibly sexy watching her slide the straps off her shoulders, while trying to keep her bra up, all the while looking me right in the eye. I like the eye contact. It's too easy to do this while looking away. When she looks me right in the eyes, she knows who is in charge. My balls are about to explode, but I'm not going to ruing this moment by rushing it.

"Turn around some more as you dance."

I could see a few faint red marks on her back as she turned around. I had used just about the right amount of force while whipping her; painful, but no damage.

"Face me and bend over towards me, but maintain eye contact." I wanted to get a good view of her cleavage. It was pretty non existent but it was a real turn on at the same time.

"Now, stand up straight. I want you to keep facing me and gyrating your hips as you *very* slowly lower your bra."

She did as she was asked, but tried to keep one arm partially covering her tits. This was actually ok with me. I like to be teased. I couldn't see them completely but could tell that she had medium brown nipples, exactly the kind I like. My wife had pink nipples, which are better than very dark brown, but Sluts tits were just about perfect.

"Use both both hands to cover your nipples and move your tits around, mash them up a bit and push them together as you dance."

She stood there gyrating her hips and playing with her tits. I don't think I can take much more of this. I noticed the pants I bought for her were not a perfect fit. They were starting to work their way down her hips a little.

"Now slowly reveal your tits to me. Keep dancing."

Slowly, the full glory of her young, firm tits became apparent.

"Take your index fingers and caress your nipples."

She was getting more used to being almost naked in front of me. It didn't seem to humiliate her as much as it was at first. I'd have to do something about that.

"Ok, We're going to move to your pants. I want you to very slowly inch your pants down as you turn around and swing your ass and gyrate your hips, but keep your panties on."

The look of humiliation started to return as she slowly spun around and lowered her pants. One side of her panties had worked in to her crack.

Once her pants were about half way down her thighs, they fell down and bunched up below her knees.

"Slowly step out of your pants and kick them away."

She did as she was told and stood there in just her white panties and the blue socks she had on when she first got here. I could see the faint shadow of her dark pubic hair.

I told her to stop dancing and had her strike several poses as I took pictures from my recliner. When I had enough pictures, I said "Face me and stand up straight."

"Lick you index fingers and caress your nipples again. I want to see them standing up erect."

She complied and her nipples did indeed stand at full attention. I was not dumb enough to think she was enjoying this in any way. Whenever I read one of those rape stories on-line, I immediately quit reading and delete it when the victim starts to enjoy it. That just does not happen, and takes the fun out of it. If I wanted to read a consensual sex story, there are plenty of those available. But I digress. This was purely a physical reaction to the stimulation and cooling effect of the saliva.

"Have you ever masturbated, Slave?"

This time her face turns bright red and she looks down at the floor briefly, hesitating just a bit too long. I start to raise the dowel rod and she blurts out "I have masturbated, Master!"

"Good, then you know how. Show me how you do it."

"Wha?... Master?"

"What is it, Slave."

"Please... don't make me do that, Master!"

"Why not, Slave?"

"I can't do it, Master. I can't do that in front of you. Please, Master, don't make me do it."

"Are you disobeying a direct order, Slave?"

"No! Master, no! I am not disobeying. I'm begging you... please... don't make me do this."

"Slowly move your right hand down to your pussy, Slave. Now!"

"Master... please..." she sobs as she slowly moves her hand towards her crotch.

"Keeping caressing your nipples with your left hand."

A tear falls down her beet-red cheek as her hand reaches the top of her panties.

"Slip you hand in to your panties."

She lets out a pathetic whimper, but does as she's told.

"Spread your legs a bit...a little more. Ok. Use all of your fingers to lightly caress your pubic hair."

It was at this point that I first saw her bush. It was... substantial. She apparently had never shaved. It might have been the hairiest snatch I had ever seen. We need to do something about that. It looks too scruffy.

"Now move your hand down and caress your pussy lips."

More tears were flowing as she did as she was told.

"Do not cry. Your crying time is at night while you are alone."

She sniffed a few times, wiped her nose with her left hand and tried to compose herself. She went back to caressing her nipples with the left hand.

"Now, I want you to masturbate for me, just like you do when you are alone."

"Master, please..." She sobbed. "Please..." she trailed off with several more sobs.

I raised my voice for emphasis. "Do it now, Slave."

She sobbed a couple more times as she started moving her hand around under her panties. Mostly left and right with an occasional up and down movement.

I couldn't take just watching any more. I got up and stood behind her. She acted startled so I said "It's ok, keep going." I then started kissing her neck as I placed my hands on her hips and fondled her ass, and slowly worked my way up to her tits.

I fondled her tits for several minutes while kissing her neck, then moved around in front of her. I bent over, moved her hand out of the way and started sucking on her tits. After a minute or two of that, I got down on my knees in front of her and slowly started to slide her panties down.

"Keep going." I said.

Once I got her panties down, she stepped out of them and I moved her legs apart again. She was completely dry and closed up. She was probably not even touching her clit or lips the whole time, but I didn't really expect her to.

"Lick your right index finger. Get it nice and wet. Slobber all over it, then use it to wet your pussy. I want to see your pussy lips open and glistening."

She did as she was told, tears still streaming down her face.

Her pussy was still not responding, so I took her hand and spit on her fingers. "Rub that in to your pussy lips. I want you pussy wet and open."

"Master?" she asked.

"What is it, Slave?"

"Please, I can't have sex with you, Master. It hurts too much. Please..." she begged, and then started sobbing louder.

I was torn. I was starting to feel a bit sorry for her, but I really wanted to fuck this firm, young body. I finally decided that I would save fucking her for another day.

"Slave, have you ever sucked a cock?"

She looks absolutely humiliated as she says "I...sob...I have not...sob sucked... a...sob cock before, Master".

"Are you sure you have never sucked a cock before, Slave?" I was hoping that if she was lying, she would think I knew about it and confess.

"My boyfriend put his in my mouth once, but it was gross and I couldn't do it, Master."

I walked back to my recliner and stood up in front of it, facing her. She was about 3 feet away now and completely naked except for her blue socks.

"Get down on your knees." I commanded.

She complied and wiped tears from both cheeks.

"Now get down on your hands and knees". As she got down on her hands and knees, I noticed the way her tits were hanging. It was very nice. They still held most of their shape.

"Crawl over to me slowly, Slave".

She started to crawl, but a bit too fast for me. "Slow down!" I demanded and she slowed down. When she got right in front of me, she stopped and her face was towards the floor.

"Get back up on just your knees."

"Master..." she sobbed as she put her hands up in front of her like I was going to hit her. I think it was maybe more of a "Please keep that thing away from me" gesture.

"Kiss my cock through my pants." I commanded.

She did kiss my pants, but missed my cock by several inches. It was closer to my left ball.

"Unzip my pants, slowly." I said.

"Master, please, don't make me do this. I can't! It will make me throw up. Please master!" she pleaded. It will do her no good.

"Why do you think you are here, Slave!" I yelled. "Did you think you were here to mops the floors? You are my SEX slave. Your job is to please me in any and every way I demand. You begged me not to fuck you, and for some reason I took pity on you and decided to put that off for now. But you WILL suck my cock or you will be tied up, beaten and then I will force it down your throat. Do you understand, Slave!? Do you!?"

She looked terrified at my outburst and backed away just a bit and said, almost hysterically "Yes, Master! I understand! I will do it. Please, Master!"

"You will do what, Slave?"

"I will suck your cock, Master."

"You've went and pissed me off now. Maybe I will just take out my anger by tying you up and taking you by force!"

"Please, Master, No! Please, I will suck your cock. I promise. I'll do it just like you like if you tell me how. I've never done it before and I don't know how. Please, Master, let me do it!"

"Ask me nicely." I said.

"Please, Master, may I suck your cock?"

"Convince me."

"Please, Master. I want to suck your cock. I will do it for as long as you want. Please, Master. I will put it in my mouth and suck on it for you. Please. I'm begging you. Please let me suck your cock!"

"Ok. You may suck my cock. Slowly unbutton and unzip my pants, and slowly pull them down. Leave my underwear on for now." (I wear boxers.)

She did as she was told and I stepped out of my pants.

"Now, reach your hand in through the leg of my underwear and caress me."

She reached her hand in and clumsily fondled my balls.

"Take your other hand and pull my cock out of the hole in front." She immediately did as requested.

"Kiss it."

She puckered up and laid a quick kiss on the tip of the head; about like you would kiss your grandma goodbye.

"Stick your tongue out and lick it."

She looked up at me like I had just asked her to lick a pigs ass, but stuck her tongue out and gave it a quick lick. Her tongue was quite long and pointed. That would come in handy.

"Take your tongue and lick all over the head until I tell you to stop. Keep caressing my balls." I had her do this for a minute or so and then told her to lick along the shaft. She definitely has a nice tongue.

After a minute or so of this I pushed her head away and told her to pull my underwear down slowly. As she pulled them down, she looked fairly repulsed by the full view of my cock and hairy balls.

"Lick my balls." I demanded.

She let out a quiet sob, but started licking my balls. I was very close to exploding. My balls were literally aching at this point.

I had to release this load soon. I decided it would take too long to teach her proper blow job techniques so I just said "Suck my cock now."

At this point I realized what a risk I was taking. I had not yet come up with a way to prevent her from biting me, so I decided to rely on fear. I grabbed her by the hair to stop her from putting my dick in her mouth yet and said "Listen to me very carefully."

I jerked her head back a bit for emphasis and continued, "If you bite me, or hurt me in any way, I will torture you to death. If you hurt me badly, I will go to the hospital with you tied up down here, starving and sitting in your own shit, until I recover. When I get home, I will torture you almost to the point of death. I will then let you heal for a few days and then torture you almost to death again. That will be your life for as long as I can keep you barely alive. And once you do die, I will spend the rest of my life tracking down and killing everyone you know. Do you understand?" I saw that in some movie once. I hope she hasn't seen it.

She looked horrified by what I had said and replied "I promise I won't hurt you, Master".

"Good. Suck my cock now."

She looked up at me, apparently hoping I would change my mind, or tell her what to do. I wanted to see what her idea of sucking a cock was. I almost laughed out loud when I found out.

Whatever she was doing felt weird, so I told her to look me in the eyes. She stopped sucking when she looked at me.

"Keep sucking and look me in the eyes while you do it." I said.

It was then that I realized she was literally sucking it, like you would a straw in your soda. Her cheeks were caving in each time she sucked in.

At this point I didn't care. I was about to explode, but figured I should warn her.

"Slave, I am going to come in your mouth now. Do not take your mouth off until I tell you to, or you will be punished." She tried to say something, probably begging me not to come in her mouth, but I couldn't understand her with my dick in her mouth.

This was going to be a huge load. I was not going to punish her for taking her mouth off but she didn't need to know that. I wanted her to at least try to take the come in her mouth. It takes practice to be able to do that, especially with the load I was about to blow.

The "sucking" she was doing was not very stimulating, so I grabbed the back of her head and started pushing her up and down on my cock, almost but not quite gagging her. She let out a small grunt each time my cock bumped the back of her throat.

It took about 30 seconds to start blowing my load. I firmly held her head in place as I shot the first load in to her mouth. She tried to pull back but I kept her head in place and rammed it into her again as the second load flew in to her mouth. She was putting her hands on my thighs now and trying to push me away.

I felt the third load fly out just as she managed to pull her mouth off of it. The come landed on her face and partially in one eye. She jerked her head back as the come hit her eye. I grabbed her by the hair and held her head in place as I shot the last few loads in to her face while masturbating. She attempted to block it with her hands, but most of it ended up on her face.

I finished masturbating myself and looked down at her. She was gagging and spitting on the floor. I let her spit a few more times the told her to look at me.

She still had a few globs of come on her face. I took my finger and scraped up one of the blobs.

"Open your mouth, Slave"

"Master, I can't... it's so gross. I'll vomit. Please, Master!"

I had now had enough of her arguing back. I grabbed her roughly by the hair and yelled "Open your fucking mouth, bitch!"

I put my finger on her tongue and wiped the come on it.

"Swallow it!"

"Mathter!" she said as she tried to not let the come touch the rest of her mouth.

"Swallow it!" I yelled.

The look on her face was priceless as she closed her mouth and tried to swallow it. She gagged and her face contorted, but she managed to swallow it after a few tries.

"Open your mouth!" I inspected it to make sure she really swallowed it. I then wiped off several more spots of come and wiped them on her tongue.

"Swallow it!"

This time it was a little easier for her.

"Good Slave" I praised, "It will get easier the more you do it. I will expect you to soon be able to keep your mouth on my cock as I come, and swallow it all without taking your mouth off."

She just looked at me, not sure what to say.

"You have pleased your Master. I have decided not to punish you for taking your mouth off. In fact, I will give you a nice reward tomorrow."

I went upstairs and grabbed some food and a drink for her. She hadn't eaten much since she got here. I gave her the food and said "Clean yourself up and get dressed before you eat."

"Thank you, Master.' she said, but it wasn't very sincere.

I looked back as I was closing the bottom door. She sat there on her knees, naked and beautiful. This is as good as it gets.

I went back upstairs and slept. It was about 1:30pm.