Fia’s Journey

Fia’s Journey

 

An Erotic BDSM Consensual Slavery Novel

Elliot Silvestri

 

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this work are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 

Fia’s Journey

 

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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.

 

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

 

Chapter 1

 

“Do you want to be my slave girl?”

Fia stopped moving atop George’s body.

“What?” she asked. She understood the words but wasn’t sure if he was just engaging in some bawdy talk.

“Do you want to be my slave girl,” her boyfriend repeated.

George wasn’t the usual sort of guy she dated, but Fia didn’t really have a usual sort of guy she dated other than maybe lasting a few months and then ending the relationship. She hadn’t really connected with anyone since college. It was just dating and sex.

It always involved sex.

“You mean you want me to be submissive for you?” Fia was fine with that. She preferred her partner to take control in bed. Although she was riding his cock at the moment, George had never had trouble making her do exactly what he wanted in bed. She was happy to do so.

“Yes,” he told her and reached for her small breasts. Her hands were on his chest, helping support herself as she pumped her hips up and down, but when he reached up for her, he pushed aside her hands forcing her to balance a little more.

His fingers caught her small nipples and she shivered. He didn’t pinch, not yet. But she anticipated it. She wanted him to pinch her nipples. She couldn’t wait for it.

Fia shivered and started riding his cock again. “What do you want…exactly,” she asked as her dark red hair fell into her face. She was leaning forward more than she could, mashing her breasts into his hands, but she wanted that little thrill of pain.

“I want you to be submissive for me. I want you to do everything I ask. I want you to wear a collar for me.”

She liked that his answer was direct and concrete. The last guy she had fucked, Jason, was a bore in bed mostly because he didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted.

Still, the last request made her stop moving again. George didn’t hate that. He knew how he had to entice her, seduce her, tempt her so she couldn’t say no. Stopping in the middle of sex once was more than worth it when it paid off.

“Make me wear a collar?” Fia asked.

That was too far for her.

“Yes. You’ll look so sexy in one.”

“I don’t think I’m into that sort of sex,” she said. Fia could feel George’s cock throbbing inside her pussy. Maybe some of that was her pussy, but still. She wasn’t going to be choked by anyone. She might be into some kinky stuff, but when sex threatened her life, that was too far. “I’m not going to let you choke me and beat me. I’m not into that.”

George pulled his hands from her breasts and put them on her hips. He looked up into her brilliant green eyes. He felt incredibly fortuitous to have Fia with her red hair and green eyes and pale skin and freckles on her nose and cheeks and shoulders. She was an incredibly rare specimen.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to make sex better for you…and me. I’m not going to choke you.”

Fia shivered. It wasn’t the good sort of shiver she often felt before orgasm. It was a shiver of fear. “I don’t think that’s for me. Can we just have regular sex right now?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead he rolled her body off his. While she was no tiny waif, next to him she always felt small. It wasn’t like he was a bodybuilder—he worked in finance—but he certainly had time to go to the gym and work out his trim physique.

At first she thought he was just going to fuck her missionary and be done with it. She was wrong…and disappointed when he instead got out of his bed and went to the large armoire on the far side of the room.

“What are you doing?” she called to him and at the same time she admired his muscular buttocks and legs. Unable to help herself, since she was interrupted during some particularly good sex, Fia put a hand to her pussy and rubbed herself while watching him.

George knew exactly where to go to retrieve a small velvet box. It was the sort of box one would get from a jeweler but he had promised her a collar.

“A collar,” he said, opening the box and displaying the contents to her.

There were actually two collars in the box.

One was more akin to a choker necklace. It was made from silver and flashed in the light. The basic design was several strands of silver woven together. She could see right away that it would be tight around her neck.

The necklace was fine. She would wear it happily.

It was the second object in the box that scared her.

And excited her.

It was roughly the same size as the silver necklace, but was made of black leather. There was a low luster to the leather and it had a silver buckle to hold it closed. There was a thick silver ring at the front of the choker. Fia knew what that was for and it scared her.

And it excited her even more.

“It’s pretty,” she said, not thinking about what she was saying.

“I’m glad you like it. The black collar is for the bedroom. The silver one is for when you are out in public.”

Fia giggled nervously. She didn’t like her response but it seemed so formal, like there were special rules.

“Would you like to put it on?” George asked.

Fia didn’t know how to react. She was torn between wanting to wear it and knowing what it meant…and what it might lead to.

She stretched out her hand, and then pulled it back. “I want to but…”

“You’re scared,” he finished for her.

She nodded.

“You can take it off anytime you want. It’s just a game. When the game stops being fun, you stop playing it by taking off the collar.”

Once more Fia reached for the collar. She wanted to put it on, but it was too much. Torn between asking George to put it on and putting it on herself, she instead took a different tack.

“What do you want to do to me?”

“I want to fuck you. Make love to you. I need you to suck my cock and swallow my cum. I want to tie you up and fuck you until you’re screaming from cumming too much. I want you to do everything for me. I want to own you and control you and you get to decide when we stop.” He gave her a quick kiss. “Put the collar on and tell me that I own you.”

It was just a game, she told herself. Just a silly sex game. A serious sex game. It would be exciting and no one but her and George would know.

Pointing to the silver necklace she asked, “Do I have to wear that one too?”

“Whenever you’re outside my place, you have to wear it. How is everyone supposed to know you’re my slave girl if you don’t?”

It was a ridiculous question. The silver necklace was just ornamental. It didn’t scream “I’m a possession” or “I’m a slave”. It was a pretty piece of jewelry she could wear anywhere.

It even fit her overall aesthetic. Besides, how was anyone to know what it meant to her and George?

And she wouldn’t even have to wear it all the time. Just when she wanted.

Steeling herself, Fia picked up the black collar and brought it up to her neck. There she proceeded to fumble with her hair and the buckle.

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath.

“Here,” said George, putting the velvet box down on the floor.

Fia tried not to think about what it meant to have him buckle the collar around her neck.

It was like it had been perfectly sized for her, but she knew that wasn’t the case. It had multiple settings for the buckle and it had to be a consumer product. It wasn’t a custom made item. How would George even know her neck size?

“You look incredible,” he told her.

Hating herself, Fia giggled nervously. “I’m wearing more clothing than you are,” she pointed out. Somehow showing the ridiculousness of the situation was what was needed. They were both naked…except she had on the collar and two rings and her earrings.

George was completely naked.

He pulled her back to the bed, putting her on her back. His cock was still hard. Or maybe it had gotten hard again when he had put the collar on her.

Either way, she welcomed the way his cock penetrated her.

He didn’t make her do anything with the collar, just wear it while they had sex.

The sex was good. He made her cum a couple of times before he finished.

Fia was disappointed he didn’t ask her to do more.

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Fia was trying to finish the commission in front of her on the tablet while talking to her mother, never a good idea. Their relationship had been strained ever since she had graduated from college. It had been five years and Fia wished that her mother would just give up on the dream of her daughter becoming a lawyer or doctor.

Fia was quite happy making her living, for the moment, as a commission artist. Yes, sometimes she had to create furry art for some of the freakier people on the internet. Most of her commissions were family portraits done in a distinct art style. When she was honest with herself, the legit commissions were more akin to just over a third of her work. Another third were animal portraits. She made a small amount of money from her original artworks, digital watercolors for the most part. And then there was the furry porn.

The furry porn was a pain in the ass to deal with but it paid so well.

“How’s your latest beau?” asked Fia’s mother.

It was all Fia could do to not hang up on her mother. “He’s fine.”

“How long have you been seeing him?”

“Three months, Mom.” Fia’s tone was snippy and she knew it.

“You don’t have to be short with me.”

Fia took in a breath and touched the silver choker around her neck. It took some getting used to, but she was starting to like the feeling.

The feeling of being owned.

“I’m not marrying the guy, Mom.”

“I didn’t say that.” she didn’t have to say it. Her mother had been pushing Fia to get married to someone—anyone—and give her some grandchildren. That didn’t work into Fia’s life plans.

What little life plans Fia had. She wasn’t going to grad school and she wasn’t getting married and she wasn’t getting a corporate job. In her mother’s eyes, she was a failure.

“But you want it.”

“Can’t a woman wish happiness for her daughter?”

“Yes, but…”

“Is he at least good in bed?”

“Mother!” It wasn’t that Fia was shy about sex. Hardly. But she didn’t need to share every detail of her sex life with her mother. Fia especially wasn’t going to tell her about the new arrangement in place with George.

“Is he keeping you happy?” her mother rephrased.

Taking another breath, Fia said, “Yes.”

After getting off the phone and finishing the commission, she sent the digital file to her client and awaited final payment. It was late in the afternoon and Fia had resisted as long as possible, so she now looked at herself in the mirror.

The collar was very pretty and looked completely in place around her neck.

Unable to hold back, Fia quickly pulled off her loose top and the camisole underneath and then looked in the mirror again.

Her small breasts stood up prominently on her chest. Her mother was right. She needed to remember to eat on a more regular basis. But the contrast of her pale skin, dark red hair, freckles, and pale, almost hidden, nipples was an exotic, erotic tableau not easily found.

“If people only knew,” she told herself in the mirror.

She had another date with George in a couple of hours.

Fia wondered what they were going to do. She was excited and scared. She liked that feeling.

While Fia had always considered herself open-minded and sexually adventurous, in her heart she knew that really, she wasn’t.

All her partners had always been men.

She liked vaginal sex.

She only owned one vibrator and no other sex toys.

Even her sexiest lingerie leaned toward practicality.

Hell, the first time she had had anal sex was a month into her relationship with George.

When that had happened…Fia didn’t know what to think.

They had been messing around and she was fully intent upon having sex that night, but he had stopped and just flat out asked the question. “Want to do anal this time?”

Her first instinct was to say no, but this time, for some reason, she had said, “I’ve never done that before.”

George’s interest shot up. “You’re an anal virgin? No one has plucked your black cherry?”

She wanted to say no, but George was so nice. He was the sort of guy she could bring home to her mother and her mother would love George, mostly because he was successful and older and handsome.

That was why she said yes. Because it would kill her mother to know that the handsome man romancing her daughter had fucked her in the ass.

And much to Fia’s surprise, she had liked it.

It was supposed to be painful and wrong and she was certain she was supposed to feel shame and humiliation after it was done.

None of that had happened.

George had always been good in bed and a wonderful lover in every way. He warmed her up with almost too much oral sex. He got her wet and throbbing and made her cum twice before even discussing his cock.

He was the one to put lube on her asshole and up inside as well. He offered to let her do it but she declined, uncertain as to what she should do. He put more lube on his cock. He put a condom on and then added more lube again. At this point she was worried about ruining his sheets, but George was well off—he even had a maid come on a daily basis and clean for him!—and didn’t seem to care.

She had expected to get on her hands and knees and have him shove it in from behind, using her like a cheap whore.

Instead he laid her on her back and put a pillow under her hips. He was hard. How he had gotten so hard with nary a touch, caress, or sucking from her she had no idea.

“Just relax,” he told her. “I’ll take care of everything.”

She nodded, already relaxed from his oral attentions, and let him do what he needed to do.

The feeling of having his finger go up where it shouldn’t belong was strange, but stranger still was when his hard cock was pressing against her sphincter. She felt that she had to relax but couldn’t.

For just a moment she resisted and then he kissed her.

He had kissed her many times before, this was nothing special.

Except his cock was pressing against her asshole and she knew it was wrong but still wanted it at the same time.

Between his hard cock, pressing inward, the lube, and her secret curiosity, she gave in. His cock slipped inside her body and she gasped.

It felt less of a violation and more an unexpected invitation.

He went slowly at first, building up speed. They looked at each other and smiled, sharing a secret like only two lovers can. She wouldn’t tell anyone about this even if she wanted to scream it to the world.

It was wrong but it was good. He was making her feel things she couldn’t imagine.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“Faster? Slower?”

“No, this is…this is good,” she moaned.

He took her hand that had been clutching the sheets and pulled it to her pussy. Fia had wanted to forget that she had a pussy, but when her fingers found her clit, it was like the word exploded in a riot of sensations.

She frigged herself as he fucked her ass.

It was beautiful and wrong and she came so hard she lost track of who she was.

Knowing that George could make her feel that way during anal sex reassured Fia that she could trust him and be his slave.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Fia liked how George trusted her, even though he barely knew her. They had been dating and fucking for little more than three months. He gave her the passcode to his building and his apartment so he wouldn’t have to buzz her in every time. She figured it was a special code that let him know when she was there, but even so, it was a lovely gesture.

After keying in the secret code to his apartment she stepped inside and paused in the small foyer. Her phone was in her hand and she consulted it even though she had already memorized the short series of instructions.

While she didn’t know for certain, George very well could have security cameras inside the apartment. He might have been watching her right then and there. That excited her as well.

It was an expensive building to live in. She knew George was maybe not rich, but he was well on his way to being there. Looking back to how she met him she felt a little like a whore. Some of her best friends from college kept inviting her to parties and affairs among the city’s elite. They wanted her to give up her completely out of date bohemian lifestyle and get a good job working for a mega-powerful corporation. She resisted, but it was still a coup to get an artist to attend these parties. It made them more interesting.

George had spotted her and knew she was out of place.

They had barely made it to his apartment before they were fucking.

It was right here in the foyer where he had pressed her up against the wall, hiked up her dress, yanked down her panties and fucked her against the wall.

They had known each other for less than three hours.

On the site of their first coupling now sat a small table. On the table was one object.

The leather collar he had given her.

Automatically her hand went to her neck to touch the silver choker necklace she had worn for him

She didn’t take it off.

Instead Fia followed George’s instructions.

She undressed, kicking off her shoes and carefully folding her clothes before placing them on the table. She left her panties on top of the pile of clothing, these were artfully arranged and weren’t folded. That was in the instructions as well.

It took some fumbling but she put on the leather collar and only then did she remove the silver one, placing it next to the pile of clothing.

It somehow felt wrong to be naked and alone in George’s apartment because she had been naked in it many times before. Maybe it was because she was alone.

Maybe it was because she knew what she was supposed to do next.

Walking through the living room with its large windows and doors out to the balcony she only gave the setting sun a brief glance. George’s apartment was up high enough that no one would see her.

She wanted strangers to see her naked body.

The apartment wasn’t huge, but it took a few moments to walk into the bedroom. Fia half expected to find George there waiting for her. She was disappointed that he wasn’t.

On the bed were several items.

She immediately recognized the vibrator they had shared many times before. He liked to watch her use it on herself. He liked to use it on her while ordering her to keep her hands by her side.

Next to the vibrator was a mask. Its primary purpose wasn’t to conceal her identity, though it did that to a certain extent; it was designed to blind her. The thick material would mold to her face and it had straps that went behind her head and under her chin, ensuring it wouldn’t slip off and that she couldn’t see anything while wearing it.

The third item she had never seen before but she knew its use because George had told her and she had to spend too much time on porn-related websites for visual references. Known alternatively as a princess plug or a butt plug, she wasn’t afraid of using it, but it would again be something new for her.

Finally, in a small heap were four black cuffs. They were made of leather and matched the collar around her neck.

Taking a practical perspective she put the cuffs around her wrists and ankles first. Being able to see made putting them on easier. The most difficult one was the one she put on her left wrist, her dominant hand. After putting them on she realized that she could free the buckles with one hand if she so tried. The thick silver rings mounted on each one had a sinister purpose but that was the whole point.

Next was the princess plug. It was made of what appeared to be surgical steel and was teardrop-shaped with a tapered stem that flared out to a large base. In the base was a dark red gem. It was obviously glass. Knowing where George kept the lube she applied some to the plug and some more to her asshole.

It went in rather easily, her ass having been well-trained by George’s cock over the last few months. Much to her surprise the plug was rather comfortable to wear. It didn’t hurt. She could feel it inside herself but it wasn’t a constant, relenting stimulation like a vibrator on her clit. It just reminded her that she had a foreign object inside her body. Several times George had fucked her with a finger up her ass and his cock in her pussy, but this wasn’t exactly that.

Placing the familiar vibrator on the bed within easy reach, Fia set to putting on the mask that obscured her vision. Once it was in place and she started to adjust the straps to make sure it wouldn’t wiggle loose, she realized exactly how effective it was.

Even before tightening the straps her vision was completely blocked. A tiny bit of light seeped under the bottom edge of the mask where it touched her cheekbones but that was it.

Getting the damned thing properly adjusted proved to be a chore. The first step in putting on the mask, which was more like a cowl covering her face and the top of her head, had been gathering her long, dark red hair into a ponytail and pulling it through a slot in the back of the cowl designed for just that purpose. Her fingers moved over the straps, tightening and loosening them until it was finally comfortable and she couldn’t see anything.

Though she was now wearing more items than she had been in walking through the apartment in front of the windows, she felt more vulnerable and helpless.

Her pussy moistened as she thought about what she was getting herself into.

The next to final step was to find the vibrator on the bed, grasp it firmly, and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs before switching it on.

George’s instructions had been clear. Masturbate with the vibrator. She wasn’t to stop if she came. She was to keep going until one of two things happened: she passed out or he stopped her.

In the past Fia had briefly passed out during especially good sex, but it had only lasted a second or two and she doubted she could do that to herself, even under these conditions.

Fia was no stranger to using a vibrator, but this was the first time she had ever done so with a princess plug firmly lodged where she was more accustomed to George’s cock or finger penetrating her. There didn’t seem to be enough room for the vibrator and the plug, but after a few moments she started to enjoy the sensations.

She was so full. Her legs started to tremble and she worked the buzzing appliance in and out of her pussy. Her fingers started to go numb. Her breathing became irregular. All the signs were there so she just let it happen.

The groan she let out as she climaxed embarrassed her even though there was no one around. Her sphincter tightened on the stem of the plug, at once trying to expel it while driving it deeper into her body.

Amrita flowed out of her pussy. She didn’t squirt, that wasn’t a real thing, but she was so wet she could feel her natural lubrication spread over her lips and down her perineum, down to the bed covers, soaking that.

She knew that George wouldn’t mind.

Briefly she pulled the toy from her pussy to breathe as her trembling faded away. She was mostly sated but she remembered her instructions. She was to keep masturbating until George stopped her or she passed out.

Fia wanted to see how far she could go. What were the limits of her body?

Switching the vibration pattern on the toy she teased her clit with it and then started pumping it in and out of her pussy, all the while wishing it was George’s cock so she could properly please him.

The second orgasm was as pleasant as the first. Fia didn’t know if she had an upper limit to the number of times she could cum, but knew it was much more than two. A particularly vigorous session with a lout in college had pushed her into heaven more than a dozen times. It was too bad other than a nice cock, he was a complete dick.

Determined to prove her worth to George, Fia adjusted her position on the bed, moving to where she hadn’t soaked the bed clothes, and touched her clit with her fingers. She was incredibly wet and swollen.

This was what George wanted. She pushed the vibrator back inside her pussy, seeing how deep it could go before backing off and setting up a steady rhythm she knew would make her cum again. It was only a matter of time.

For the third climax she wiggled around, twisting her body, dropping the vibrator in the process, and clutching her pulsing pussy as the orgasm controlled her very being.

“Beautiful,” she heard George say as her breathing returned to normal.

She hadn’t even heard him come into the bedroom. Had he been hiding in the apartment the entire time?

Fia tried to properly comport herself but she was still suffering the aftershocks of her last orgasm. She couldn’t see George, but she knew he was there. She felt shame and embarrassment, but also a bit of pride for having done what he wanted.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked.

George didn’t answer her directly. “Lay back and spread your legs.”

She did as he asked. She felt so vulnerable and she savored that feeling.

She sensed im moving on the bed and heard him switch off the vibrator before setting it aside. His hand went right between her legs, feeling her wetness and her heat.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes.”

She gasped a little when he penetrated her with two fingers, but she could easily accommodate him.

“Give me your hand,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and taking her wrist when she offered up her left arm.

It wasn’t much of a stretch, but she felt him drawing it toward the corner of the bed. There was an unmistakable sound of a clip being snapped into place on the leather cuff. Had she somehow missed restraints attached to the bed?

“What are you doing?”

“Just restraining my slave’s arms and legs,” he replied calmly.

She could have resisted but she wanted to see what was going to happen. George went around the bed, pulling each of her limbs toward the corners, and summarily restrained them.

While she was reasonably certain she could have slipped free, Fia didn’t want that. She wanted to see where this game was going. It wasn’t her first experience with bondage, she’d played around with it with other boyfriends and lovers. It hadn’t really appealed to her but had done it for others because they had asked for it.

In that moment Fia had a revelation of just how submissive she was to others sexual needs and desires.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked when George had finished clipping the last cuff to the corner of the bed.

He didn’t answer her. She knew he didn’t have to. Somehow that made this more exciting.

She could sense him moving around in the room and then, under the bottom edge of her mask, she caught a flash of light. This was followed by several more flashes.

“Are you taking pictures of me?” she asked, nervous and excited. As an artist she wasn’t exactly shy about nudity, but to have herself recorded in such a vulnerable and revealing posture wasn’t what she wanted. Even so, her identity was mostly hidden by the mask.

But on the other hand, she had distinctive red hair and freckles. While she wasn’t truly unique, she stood out in a crowd.

“Yes, I’m taking pictures of my property, my slave,” said George. “Does that bother you?

Fia wiggled a little on the bed, testing the restraints, trying to get physically comfortable while she was a little disturbed by what he was doing. “Yes. A little.”

“As a slave you don’t have any right to control your body when you are in my home,” he explained carefully.

That caused a shiver to run down her spine. Again she had the sensation of fear and excitement.

“What are you going to do with the pictures?” she asked, eager and scared.

“I’m saving them for now. But I’m sure there are others who will want to see them.”

She felt him sitting down on the edge of the mattress. This time his hand went to her breast, lightly pinching her nipple. Not hard, but there was a little tightness to remind her he was in control of the situation.

“What others?” she asked.

“It’s interesting that as an artist you don’t have any tattoos or piercings…other than your ears.”

Fia wanted to press him on the picture issue, but he had distracted him. “My mother always said they were trashy.”

“Mmm-hmm. As your owner it’s my right to tattoo and pierce you.”

“I…I don’t want that.” Her words were firm but somehow at the same time they were weak.

“It doesn’t matter what you want. It matters what I want. Don’t forget, you can take off the collar at any point and walk away.”

“Do…do you want to…to do that to me?” Her mouth was dry. She was truly scared. Fia didn’t like pain.

“I think piercing your nipples would be a good idea.”

Fia tried to pull her hands down and cover her breasts; she had forgotten they were restrained.

“You don’t like that idea?” George asked mildly.

“I don’t like pain.”

“The pain is fleeting. You need to carry reminders of your subservience to me at all times. Nipple piercings would be a good place to start. When they are removed, they heal fairly quickly.”

“No…” she moaned softly.

His hand went between her legs, feeling her pussy once more.

“You’re soaked. I can feel your heat.”

She tried to protest but she couldn’t speak. Strangely, her nipples were throbbing in time with her clit.

He only had to rub her for a few seconds before she was crying out again with orgasm.

“You taste divine,” he told her. She still couldn’t see but she imagined he was sucking his wet fingers. When she had cum he had pulled his hand away. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

“Y-y-yes,” she stammered out. It was mostly true but not as he imagined it.

Again his hand went to her pussy and delved deeply. A second later he was offering his fingers to her mouth. She sucked greedily, savoring the flavor of her sex.

“Do you want to keep being my slave?” he asked when he pulled his fingers away. The weight on the bed shifted again. He was moving around.

She knew she should have said no and just moved on with her life.

Fia didn’t always make the best decisions.

“Y-y-yes.” This was stammered out like her last response.

George said nothing but she felt him kneeling between her legs. She was certain he was going to fuck her; that would have been fine.

But then she heard, softly, the sound of him masturbating.

Fia didn’t know what to do or say. It wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter. All she could do was lay there.

It only took a minute and then he grunted which was immediately followed by his hot cum splashing onto her stomach.

“Hold still,” he said.

There were several more flashes of light.

Fia started to think that he was going to record every aspect of her servitude.

 

 

Chapter 4

 

The pictures that George had sent her were crudely artistic and erotic. He didn’t have an eye for composition, but seeing herself wantonly displayed aroused her more than it should have. He had taken the pictures on his phone, and while the quality was fine, she worried about who else might see the pictures even if she was fairly certain no one, not even close friends and past lovers, would recognize her.

And when she thought about the strangers who might see her, Fia’s pussy was suddenly wet again.

What was wrong with her?

Fia didn’t know how to reply to the text George had sent.

You’re beautiful. There’s someone I need you to meet tonight.

It wasn’t a question or a demand. Just a statement.

Did she want to keep playing this game?

Feeling the tight silver choker around her neck, Fia wet her lips with her tongue.

I’ll be there at seven.

It was a simple reply.

She couldn’t wait.

 

Letting herself into George’s apartment, Fia immediately sensed he was home, along with someone else. For a moment she was uncertain, but George had been explicit in his instructions: strip and wear only the leather collar.

The foyer’s wall blocked the view of the rest of the apartment. George was talking with someone else, but she couldn’t make out the words.

It was obvious to Fia that he wanted her to come out into the apartment completely naked. He was testing her, she knew. Did she want to continue to do this? Did she want to be his slave?

Taking in a deep breath, Fia readied herself and walked calmly into the living room.

Much to her surprise George wasn’t sitting with a friend of his, but with a woman.

Fia stopped short. Her first instinct was to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands, but she forced herself to stand with hands at her sides, as if she were unashamed.

George noticed her first, though undoubtedly he had known the moment she had walked into the apartment. His warm smile relaxed Fia a little.

“Julie, let me introduce you to my latest acquisition.”

That familiar shiver went down Fia’s spine.

The woman had been facing George but now turned her head and Fia felt inadequate.

While she had never considered herself to be some great beauty, Fia was satisfied with her appearance. With some skillful application of cosmetics she could more than hold her own against fashion magazine models.

Julie was in a world of her own.

She was elegant and poised. If her hair wasn’t natural blonde it was so expertly colored that it was impossible to tell the difference. Her face was flawless and only slightly enhanced by minimal use of makeup.

As she rose to her feet Fia saw that while she was not willowy thin her body was trim with breasts that perfectly matched her frame. The skirt she wore hugged her hips showing a natural curve that would be irresistible to any man and many women. Wearing high heels she was an inch or two taller than Fia who was often the tallest woman in the room.

Julie approached Fia. “She is a beauty, Georgie,” said the blonde. “How did you find her?”

“That’s my secret,” said George as if Fia’s acquaintance with her was something to be hidden.

“Her name?”

Fia didn’t like being talked about like she wasn’t there or was just an object.

She didn’t like it, but she loved it as well.

Fia wanted to answer but when she started to open her mouth, George put his finger on her lips. “I haven’t named her yet.”

“What are you waiting for?” asked Julie as she started to circle around Fia to admire her from the back.

“I wanted your input.”

Julie smiled at George. “I bet you did.”

“Don’t be filthy, girl.”

Finishing her circuit of Fia, Julie gave her friend a peck on the cheek.

“What’s her real name?”

“Fiadh.”

“Yuck,” Julie declared.

“What’s your suggestion?”

“Hmm…how about Bianca?”

George chuckled. “Well, she is awfully pale.”

“What have you made her do for you so far?” asked Julie as she seated herself comfortably on the couch.

George ran his hand lightly down Fia’s back. She knew she was on display and played the role that George had assigned her.

“Nothing much. Sex. Oral sex. Anal sex. A little bondage.”

Julie nodded along with George’s litany. “That’s it?”

“So far. She’s agreed to be my slave, of course.”

“Have you done any formal training with her?”

“No.”

“She stands beautifully.”

“Thank you. She’s a natural submissive and a natural slave.”

“She’s a blank slate. No tattoos. No piercings.” She paused. “Nothing.”

George asked a telling question. “Do you know how hard it was to find a specimen like her?”

Julie nodded. “Red hair. Green eyes. Pale skin. Freckles. Nice tits. Good body.”

“She’s an artist,” added George. “Left-handed.”

“Hmm. But is she any good at fucking, at sucking cock?”

“Very much so.”

“I’d like to see that.”

“I bet you would.”

Pointing at Fia’s crotch, Julie asked. “Shaved, waxed, or natural?”

“I haven’t asked her.”

Fia blushed, something that was very obvious with her pale skin.

Julie got off the couch and approached Fia once again, her eyes locked onto the small triangle of dark red hair decorating her mons. “So what is it, Bianca? Do you shave your pussy like a slut or is that bush all natural?”

It took Fia a moment to find her voice. It was like she didn’t want to talk. “I…I…I…I shave the edges.”

Julie’s hand shot out and cupped Fia’s sex, causing the naked woman to gasp. It took Fia a moment to realize that Julie wasn’t assaulting her. Julie was inspecting. “You need to stop shaving. Let it grow natural or get it waxed.”

“Or permanently lasered off,” suggested George.

Julie turned back to him but kept her hand on Fia’s mons. Fia stood there in shock, knowing that pulling away was wrong but confused as to why she wasn’t doing something, anything. “It’s a little early to be talking about permanent changes.”

George shrugged. “Minor change.”

Julie turned back to Fia. “Permanent hair removal is popular for many slaves.”

Finally Julie pulled her hand back. Much to Fia’s relief, Julie’s hand didn’t come away dripping moisture.

Fia was ashamed and excited that her pussy was making amrita.

“I want to watch her suck your cock,” said Julie firmly as she retook her position on the couch.

Fia’s eyes went wide, but she said nothing. She knew that George was intent on pushing her limits, but to appear naked before a stranger, be fondled by her, and now have to fellate her boyfriend while under scrutiny…

Fia found that exciting and interesting.

She knew she was submissive and was starting to embrace that side of her sexuality.

“I thought you didn’t enjoy voyeurism,” George commented.

“This isn’t voyeurism,” replied Julie. “It’s quality control.”

George chuckled and unzipped his pants, reaching into the fly to pull out his cock. He wasn’t soft and tiny, but neither was he fully erect.

“Prove yourself,” George told her.

He was standing in front of her, arm’s length away.

Knowing what needed to be done, Fia went down on her knees and put his cock in her mouth. She knew they were trying to humiliate and control her. That didn’t bother Fia at all. She liked it.

It wasn’t like George had a huge cock. He was just big enough. Fia didn’t have to force him down her throat. They allowed her to use her hands. She felt like she was performing some test. Obviously George knew she could give blowjobs, but what was Julie’s interest in this other than simply controlling and humiliating her?

As expected, George’s cock rose under her attention. They didn’t tell her to stop so she kept going, fully expecting to have him finish in her mouth.

“Does she swallow?” Julie asked.

“She has in the past,” George reported.

It all felt so clinical and not the least bit sexy. That didn’t stop Fia from continuing to bob up and down on George’s cock. Taking a quick respite, using her hand for a moment, Fia surreptitiously checked on what Julie was doing. The blonde simply seemed to be watching. If she was turned on by the display she was hiding it well.

It wasn’t like George was resisting, but she knew that he often didn’t cum just from oral stimulation. That was why she was using her hands in addition to her mouth.

Neither George nor Julie was complaining about that.

“I’m getting close,” said George.

“Cum in her mouth.”

“Of course.”

“Don’t swallow, girl,” Julie ordered. “Hold it in your mouth. I want to see it.”

That disappointed Fia slightly. She didn’t exactly love the taste of a man’s cum; holding it in her mouth would only intensify the taste. Further, she liked swallowing when giving blowjobs because every man had told her it felt incredible and she liked giving pleasure to her partners.

His hot cum suddenly flooded her mouth and Fia forced herself not to swallow. She kept pumping her hand up and down on his shaft while keeping her lips wrapped around the edge of his corona, letting him fill her up.

George grunted and shook, letting Julie know he had finished.

“Good girl,” the blonde complimented Fia. “Now back off his cock and show me his treasure.”

George took a step back and Fia took a second to recover before parting her lips and sticking out her tongue to show off the reward George had given her.

Julie stood up and went to Fia, looking down at the kneeling woman with her tongue out. “Very good,” she murmured, extending her forefinger and touching Fia’s tongue, scooping up a bit of the semen in the process.

Much to Fia’s surprise, the other woman briefly tasted George’s cum and smiled. “You haven’t changed, my dear,” she said to George with a wink. Turning back to Fia she then said, “Swallow it.”

Fia closed her mouth and forced the cooling thick liquid down her throat. It wasn’t unpleasant, just not what she wanted to be doing exactly. George put his cock away and zipped up his pants.

“What do you think?” he asked Julie.

“She’s serviceable,” Julie said, a small sneer on her face.

“She’s more than that.”

“We’ll see.”

As casually as if she were setting down a drink at a cocktail party, Julie unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, delicately stepping out of the circle of material, completely at ease in her high heels. Under her skirt she wore stockings and a rather plain pair of panties covered in a flower pattern, but Fia had a good eye for materials and fabric. What the blonde was wearing was expensive.

Julie didn’t hesitate at all. She hooked her thumbs into the panties and pulled them down, stepping out of the scrap of silk, tossing it aside. Fia could only stand there and gawk. The tall blonde then retook her seat on the couch, keeping her knees wide, displaying herself more to Fia than to George.

Fia didn’t move. When the pause became too long for Julie she snapped at the redhead, “Get to it then!” To make herself absolutely clear, she pointed to her sex.

Fia looked and then stared. There wasn’t a single hair between Julie’s legs which made Fia wonder if the blonde was truly a blonde. Her sex was slightly puffy with her inner lips just barely peeking out from her larger labia.

“Showing off again, Julie?” asked George. “Because you look very well put together.”

“Shut up,” she told him harshly. “Are you stupid girl? Do you need to be told every little thing?”

It suddenly dawned upon her what Julie wanted of Fia.

She didn’t know what to do.

After a long moment of no one doing anything in the room, Julie glared at George. “Do you need to get the crop for her? A little physical instruction works well on most slaves.”

Fia gasped and started to get to her feet. She knew what Julie wanted but was unsure if she wanted to do it. This wasn’t what she had anticipated when she agreed to be George’s slave.

“Back on your knees,” Julie barked at her.

Fia stumbled back to a kneeling position, confused.

“Crawl to me, slave,” said Julie, her voice dripping venom. “Know your role. Know your position.”

Fia did as she was told. She sensed George moving in the background but she wasn’t worried about him now. She just focused on Julie and her pussy.

It wasn’t that Fia was against sex with women, it was just that she had never had the opportunity and had turned down every implied offer and sly pass made at her by other women.

But this wasn’t about dating. It was about control and domination.

When she was between Julie’s knees, the blonde grabbed her by the hair and pulled her directly toward her pussy, leaning back into the couch.

The only reason Fia knew to do anything was because she simply applied how she liked her pussy eaten to Julie.

The woman’s scent was strong but pleasant. Her sex was completely smooth. Fia couldn’t see a single stray hair. When she pressed her face into Julie’s pussy there wasn’t even a hint of stubble. It was like she had never grown any pubic hair, but that couldn’t be the case.

Fia licked the length of Julie’s slit, getting the blonde’s scent in her nose and her flavor on her tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant, just something novel and unexpected.

Julie moaned softly as Fia’s tongue found her clit.

“Go carefully,” the domme warned. “Make me cum. You’re being oh so carefully evaluated.”

Fia understood that. She wanted to please Julie. She wanted to please George. She wanted to show off what a good slave she was and what an asset she was to the both of them.

Julie allowed Fia to curl her arms around her thighs to better eat her pussy. Keeping one hand on Fia’s head, Julie was able to control the other woman but went easy on directions. She wanted to see the slave’s natural talents.

As it was, Fia showed she wasn’t shy at all when it came to cunnilingus. She might not have desired sex with women, but when told to do it, she was happy to perform as expected.

This was what she had chosen and she was going to see it through.

Julie responded to Fia’s admittedly inexpert attention. She had a good instinct for it and quickly learned from Julie’s cues what she liked and how she responded.

As she continued to lavish affection on Julie’s pussy, Fia started to take some pride in what she was doing. There was a certain satisfaction in making another person climax and Fia was determined to do that on her first time performing cunnilingus.

After giving head to George and then being forced to do it again to Julie, Fia’s mouth and neck and jaws were getting tired. But Julie wasn’t fighting her and Julie was there to enjoy herself as well, albeit in different ways than George and Fia.

Her breathing changed suddenly and Julie suddenly started making noises that were familiar to Fia only because she had heard herself make the same noises.

Then it happened. Julie suddenly pushed herself off the couch, arching her back. Her legs trembled and her pussy became incredibly wet and hot in the space of a few seconds.

The orgasm didn’t last long and Julie pushed Fia away from her, forcing the new slave to collapse on the floor.

“She’ll do well,” said Julie as she recovered and stood up from the couch.

Ignoring both George and Fia she picked her panties up from the floor and put them back on. Fia didn’t move from the spot she had been pushed down on. Looking over to George she noted that he had a switch in his hand; a long bamboo type switch that was designed to instruct and punish.

Fia shivered and wondered what it would feel like on her skin.

“Thank you,” said George as he lightly tested the tool against his hand. “I’ll be sure to give her more instruction before presenting her.”

Julie sniffed as she pulled her skirt into place and zipped it closed. “You know what needs to be done.”

“But she’s so perfect,” George practically whined.

“It’s necessary.”

He sighed. “I know. But she’s flawless and unblemished and unmarked.”

“You know there’s no way that she remains that way,” stated Julie.

“I know.”

“You should just enjoy the process.” Julie went up to him and lightly rested the fingers of one hand on his chest.

George sadly shook his head. “I know, it’s just…”

Julie gasped. “You have to be kidding me!”

“What?” George assumed an air of innocence.

“You’re in love with the dear girl,” laughed Julie. “Oh. That’s rich. You know that will only cause heartbreak for you. And her.”

George lifted his chin and gritted his teeth. “Call it an unnatural obsession. An infatuation. I’ll be over it before presenting her.”

Julie went up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. “See that you do. I don’t want this spoiled for you or me or the group.”

He nodded. “I know, I know.”

George escorted Julie to the front door of the apartment and gave her another quick, friendly kiss as she left.

Fia watched as much as she could from her position on the floor.

“Did I…did I do well?” Fia asked as George came to her and helped her to her feet.

“You did very well,” he said.

“You didn’t tell me I was going to have to eat another woman’s pussy!” she said angrily.

“Watch your tone,” George warned her.

Fia felt silent.

“You’re going to be asked to do a lot of things you won’t expect if you want to be my slave.”

Fia nodded and cast her eyes down to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.” George tipped her chin upward so she could look at him again. “Do you want to keep doing this?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.”

“What did she mean about you knowing what you had to do?” Fia asked boldly.

George didn’t answer her question. “It’s not a good thing that I’m infatuated with you.”

“Julie said love.”

“I don’t believe in love,” George said quickly.

Fia didn’t have a reply to that.

“I’m not going to ask you what your emotions are for me. It doesn’t matter. You’re my slave and I’m your owner. If there’s affection between us…sometimes that’s a good thing, sometimes that causes problems.”

Not understanding, but nodding anyway, Fia asked, “What did she mean by presenting me?”

“It’s a formal thing for slaves and owners. The next presentation is in a couple of weeks. But we have to do something first.”

 

 

Chapter 5

 

Fia was trembling. She wrapped her hand around the can of juice offered to her and focused on not fainting.

“You did well.”

She barely heard the words. She wanted to pass out or at least lay down on the padded table. It was exactly like the exam table in every doctor’s office. They hadn’t let her lay down during the piercing process but what was the harm now?

“They look beautiful.”

She didn’t know why she had let George do this to her. Well, that wasn’t completely true. She knew why, she just couldn’t believe she had let him do this. But he had said it was necessary so she did it.

“Drink the juice. You don’t want to pass out.”

He helped her lift the can to her lips and she greedily slurped at the contents. The liquid was cold and sweet. She couldn’t drink enough of it fast enough.

Her head stopped swimming.

The woman in the room with her and George held up a rectangular mirror slightly larger than a piece of notebook paper. What was her name? Trisha? Trina? It was something strange.

“What do you think?” the woman with the wildly colored hair asked. One side was pink, the other was blue. She had a series of studs going up from the lobe of her right ear all the way to the top through the cartilage.

Fia looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize herself. Some other woman was staring back. The hair, eyes, and face were all familiar, but strange at the same time. She dropped her eyes down to the reflection of her breasts and her breath caught in her throat.

Her beautiful nipples had been violated by silver rings. It was wrong. Her nipples throbbed in time with her heartbeat. Her mother would be disgusted with her—”Only women who are tramps have anything pierced, other than their ears!”—and that was enough for Fia to take hold of herself.

While she never would have chosen to have her nipples pieced on her own, she was now George’s slave—his willing slave—and she’d do whatever he asked. If it pleased him, it pleased her.

George and the piercer—Trixie! That was her name! Fia was reminded of the books stored in her mother’s bookcase next to the Nancy Drew mysteries—waited patiently as Fia stared at her reflection.

Automatically she brought her hand up to touch the silver ring through her left nipple, but Trixie cautioned her. “Don’t touch them just yet. Give them a couple of days to heal. Whenever you touch them, be sure to wash your hands first.”

Fia nodded, only half listening to the instructions. The rings were supposed to be sexy but to her eyes just this moment, they weren’t. They were a testament to her willing slavery, an honor to George.

“When can we play with them?” George asked.

Trixie sighed at him. “You know it can take six months for them to fully heal.”

“She’s young and healthy. She’ll heal quickly. How long?”

“Give it a couple of weeks. Then light play as long as there is no pain or bleeding or other discharge.”

“Just in time for her presentation.”

“She has small nipples and breasts. You won’t be able to stretch the fistula much.”

“That’s fine. She’s such a perfect specimen; too much ornamentation would just be gaudy.”

George helped Fia get dressed. She only had to put on her soft, comfortable camisole and a shirt over that.

The entire drive home her nipples burned with pain. Every jolt from George’s smoothly driven BMW, something much higher end and luxurious than Fia’s fifteen year old clunker, made the pain more intense.

Much to her surprise, George dropped her off at her apartment. He didn’t offer to come in. He didn’t offer to take her to his place. He simply gave her a kiss goodnight, made sure she had what she needed and then departed.

The message was clear. She was a possession for him to use when he wanted to. Since she was in pain and unwilling to play in the games he was used to, she was useless to him now.

Moving carefully, Fia stripped and looked at herself naked in front of the very large mirror hung on the back of her bedroom door. The door was almost unnecessary because her apartment was little more than the tiny bedroom, an equally tiny dining room/living room combination, a kitchenette, and a tiny bathroom.

While she wanted to recognize the woman in the mirror, she still didn’t.

She was starting to like the woman looking back at her.

She was truly naked except for the collar George had given her and the silver rings through her nipples.

Fia had never thought of herself as beautiful, striking maybe, but not beautiful. The woman in the mirror, however, had an attitude and stance that demanded she be looked at and admired.

Nothing else had changed. Her face and hair were the same. Same small breasts except for the rings. Slightly convex belly. Small triangle of dark red hair on her mons. Long legs. It was mostly her shoulders, upper chest, and face that had freckles, but there were others scattered here and there.

Striking. Maybe beautiful.

Just as Fia was considering masturbating to distract herself from the ache in her nipples, her phone rang and she groaned in annoyance. When she had first gotten the phone it had seemed a great idea to set up a special ring tone for her mother. She now hated the sounds of those chimes.

“Hi Mom.”

“Your cousin Clare is getting married next year. It’s all over Facebook.”

Fia sighed. “You know I don’t really use Facebook, Mom.”

“I know. I wanted to let you know.”

“I’m not getting married any time soon, Mom.”

“I didn’t even say that!”

Her mother was exasperating especially when she wasn’t trying to be exasperating.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“How is your boyfriend? What’s his name? Jason?”

“George, Mom. It’s George.”

“Boring name. When do I get to meet him?”

What Fia wanted to say was the longer her mother didn’t meet George, the more assured the relationship was.

“Soon, Mom. Soon.”

“I just want the best for you.”

“I know.”

Her sanity was saved by a beep. Pulling the phone away from her ear, Fia saw it was George calling. Was he home already?

“Gotta go, Mom. George is calling.” She switched calls, not giving her mother time to protest. “Hi!” she said happily.

Judging by the poor connection and background noise, George wasn’t home yet. “When I call you, you need to answer ‘Yes Master.’”

“Yes Master?” she said quickly.

“Are you enjoying your new jewelry?”

“Yes Master.” Just saying the words a second time gave her a thrill.

“I’m going to send you instructions on how I expect you to behave the next two weeks before your presentation.”

“Yes Master.”

“Any questions?”

“No Master.” This was a fun game.

“What were you doing when I called?”

“Talking to my mother,” she admitted. “But I was going to masturbate when I got off the phone with her.”

“Good. Do that now. Leave the line open. I want to listen to you.”

“Yes Master.”

She laid the phone down on the bed near her pillow and got on the bed, knees bent and parted, before touching her sex.

“I want to hear you moan before you cum.”

“Yes Master. Can I tell you something, Master?”

“Yes.”

“I love you, Master,” she said in a rush before she lost her nerve. She had never said those words to George, but this was different. He wasn’t George now, he was Master.

“That’s very good. It’s good for a slave to love her master.”

She noticed he didn’t reciprocate her love, but she had expected that.

Fia moaned a little as she pushed a finger up inside herself and rubbed her clit.

“I think you’re going to love this journey, Bianca.”

Fia moaned and panted as she continued to play with her pussy.

 

Chapter 6

 

Fia was nervous. George had reassured her again and again there was no reason to be nervous, but she was. She felt she had good reason, even after the two weeks of training he had given her.

It was funny to call it training because it was really just sex. All sorts of sex. All sorts of sex she couldn’t say no to. Well, actually, she could say no to it, but that would end their master-slave relationship.