There will be mature content in this story, and it can get dark at times, hence why it is rated M! BDSM scenes, lemon scenes, all to go with the plot in the description! If plots/things like this make you uncomfy, or if things like this simply are not for you, exit the story now! You have been warned!
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Nina's P.O.V
I'm woken up by the sound of the number-pad lock on the other side of my room door being used, and a voice clearly speaking on the phone with someone else. The chains around my ankles rattled upon me waking up. My chains are connected to one of the walls here, but they're actually an okay length. 8 feet long I believe? I run my hands through my long, light brown hair, and down my neck. My fingers feel my shock collar I've worn for 4 years, since my grandmother sold me to my Master on my 18th birthday. She needed the money, but at the same time I resent her for subjecting me to this life. Unsure of what time it is despite me being able to see daylight coming through my window, I look up at the manual clock on my back wall. Half past 11. It's nearly noon. As expected, my thoughts were interrupted by my master entering the room. "Yes… ah… not a problem then… alright… I best get going now… talk to you soon, goodbye!" He clammered as he hung up with whoever he was on the phone with before turning his phone off. "Good morning girl" he said with a sickly sweet voice, a sadistic smile creeping on his face. "Good morning master" I responded, he walked over to me, his feet directly in front. "Turn around, slave. Back to me." He ordered. I did what I was told. He proceeded to get down to my level, sit behind me. His arms wrapped around my body, feeling it up until he eventually reached my breasts. Once he felt them, he gently massaged them at first, getting rougher by the second. I let out a soft moan when he started.
"Now, I'm going to be having guests over today. You've been fairly obedient, especially lately, so I'm going to allow you to be upstairs while they are over." He told me, before I even had the chance to think one of his hands stayed fondling me while the other one slid up and wrapped around my neck tightly. He leaned in, his mouth an inch from my ear "If you even think about misbehaving, trust me, as you know there will be consequences. You are going to be a good whore and do anything and everything I say, you are to not embarrass me in front of my friends. Is that understood, slut?" He growled in my ear, my heart was racing. I rapidly nodded my head yes. He chuckled sadistically at the feeling of my heart beat, slapping my one breast he was still fondling. With that hand, he reached into his pocket and grabbed a small rectangular remote with a screen that displayed a number 1-100 whenever it was turned on. The remote to my shock collar. I had no time to react before he gave me a quick little shock on setting 5, causing me to lightly flinch. "Use your words, you know better. I said, is that understood slut?" He repeated, "Yes master" I responded obediently as calmly as I could.
"Good girl…" he trailed off, standing himself up, "They'll be over within 30 minutes, when we're ready I'll come down with your leash and fetch you." He told me before walking over to the door again, opening it and shutting it, being sure to lock it once more.
I sat on the ground, knowing eventually he would come back down to introduce me to his friends. I always did my best to please him, despite how cruel he was to me a lot of the time. Although his cruelty becomes much worse whenever I rebel, so in my eyes obeying him is always the best option, no matter what. Two words stuck with me in my head…
Good Girl
It's sick how much phrases like that affect me, but they do. They can change my mood in an instant. Phrases used to praise me such as good girl have a positive effect on me, I feel worth something. Meanwhile phrases like bad girl, or other degrading things he says to me when angry, have a negative affect. I feel ashamed, worthless, I hated when he was angry with me.
Fabian's P.O.V
My girlfriend Joy and I are in the middle of driving over to our friend Jerome's home. We've known Jerome for years, since we were pre-teens in boarding school together. From talking to him lately over the past year or two I know he has a sex slave, and because of that situation he's expressed how he doesn't need or want a relationship with another woman. In his words, "Why try to meet a girl when I can just buy one?" My father owns slaves as well, but from what I've seen he treats them like humans. He doesn't abuse his power over them. Me personally, I don't want to use my hard-earned money to buy a person. It doesn't feel right. Plus, I have Joy. She feels the same way I do, and I love her. Joy turns our car into Jerome's driveway, and we park in front of his garage. We get out of the car and lock it before walking up to the front door. I knock a few times, "Jerome?" I say, "It's Fabian and Joy!" I say happily. A few moments later, I hear the sound of the locks turning before he opens the door with a charming attitude. "Hey guys!" He expresses before moving out of the doorway, "Come in! Come in!" Joy and I walk into Jerome's house and hang up our coats on the rack right away while he shuts and locks the door again. "Joy, wonderful to see you again! How's your friend Patricia? I heard she just got engaged!" Joy smiled at him, "She did, she's been head over heels for this kid for over a year now. I'm happy for her. Honestly it's only a matter of time before we head in that direction, don't you say Fabes?" Joy says positively before turning her head to me. Shit. I'm very, very bad at commitment… what do I say? "Y-Yeah…yeah! Yep! J-just.. uh.. waiting for the right time. You know how it is Jerome…" I trail on while walking towards his living room, trying desperately to find a lame excuse to move on from this conversation topic. Upon entering the living room I see a girl, she's absolutely beautiful. She has crimped light brown hair, her eyes are a mix of hazel and light brown. She's wearing a dark red, sleeveless top and tight black shorts. She's sitting on one of the chairs, smiling at me. My trance is broken by the sound of Jerome's voice. "Come on girl, off the furniture, what's gotten into you?"
That's… Jerome's slave?
I see her smile instantly fade while she gets up from the chair. As she gets up I notice more of her. She looks… paler. I can notice some bruises in some places, and now that I'm not lost in her eyes I see a collar around her neck.
"Finally, sit guys! I would love to catch up…" He starts as he sits on the chair the girl was just sitting on, motioning for Joy and I to sit on the couch right next to it. We do just that.
"Slave, why don't you fetch us some drinks, hm? I'll take a Dr. Pepper myself, Fabian? Joy?" he asks us. I look at both the girl and Joy, "The same, actually! Thank you, Jerome. Fabes?" she says was smiling and looking back at me. "I…" I stutter, "I, uh…" I didn't really want to add more work for this girl, even if it was something as simple as a drink. "I'm good, thank you though…" I lightly chuckled towards the end of my sentence. Once all of us had spoken I saw the girl hurriedly make her way into the kitchen.
"So Jerome, from what I've spoken to you about in the past, you're not interested in getting a girlfriend?" Joy questioned genuinely
"Right. No actually, not at all. I mean… look at the life I lead! I own one of the biggest restaurants in London, I make 300k salary, and I have a perfectly functional girl to call my own! Sure, not exactly a girlfriend, but she's even better in my opinion. She does whatever I ask whenever I ask it, and she's there to help me … pleasure myself, if you will, whenever I would like as well. Sure, relationships are nice. I am very happy for you and Fabian, but its just not my thing…" He ends, Joy nodding her head in agreement,
"Well, I don't exactly want a slave myself, but I won't give anybody shit for it if they chose to buy one with their own money. Especially someone like you Jerome, you work hard for your money. You should be able to do what you wish with it." Joy adds, I can only ever so slightly shake my head in disagreement. I don't exactly agree with the prospect of "buying" people, even though my father has participated in this new age cultural norm. My thoughts are interrupted when the girl comes back with Jerome and Joy's drinks, handing them each their Dr. Pepper's in nice, shiny glasses. "Thank you… I'm sorry, I didn't exactly catch your name?" Joy questions while looking at the girl, who doesn't respond but in turn looks to Jerome. "She has a name technically, but I never use it. It's worthless to me, anyway. I never call her by it, I haven't since I first bought her. You two can just refer to her as 'Slave' when referring to her or thanking her." Jerome says confidently. Joy flashes the girl a smile, "Thank you… Slave" She says as positive as she can, letting out a soft uncomfortable giggle at the end. "Leave my friends and I be for now Slave, if any of us need you we'll call you, or…" He trails on as he reaches into his pocket and picking up a small rectangular object, waving it around at her, "Or I'll use this. Whichever way I feel like getting your attention" He chuckles out, "Away, now" He orders, tone completely changes. I watch as the girl swiftly makes an exit from the living room, going off to god knows where. She was so quick that if I would've blinked I would've missed her leaving the room entirely. Jerome and Joy continue conversing while I look down at my phone, occasionally looking up and giving the occasional smile and nod. I just can't stop thinking of that girl… how beautiful she looked when she first smiled to me. How her smile faded so quickly when Jerome told her to get off the furniture. She isn't allowed on the living room furniture? What is she, a dog? I couldn't believe that he never called her by her name, either. That's just… dehumanizing. Either way, I couldn't get my mind off of her… whatever her name was.
ANNDDDD that's a wrap on the first chapter! I was wondering where to end it, my original idea was to have the first chapter be kinda short and have it end when Nina's P.O.V ended, but I'm glad I decided otherwise! I have a handful of ideas for this story, suggestions are welcome!
Please review! Do you like this story so far? Is there anything I could do different? Constructive criticism is welcome!