An Owned Slave: Part One
Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 2:34 pm
An Owned Slave: Part One
I first saw the slave of my dreams on one of the BDSM dating sites and being a seriously sadistic and cruel older Dominant who lived on the other side of the country, I figured I had zero chance with her but having nothing to lose I emailed her and to my surprise she quickly responded. We exchanged emails for a while and eventually moved on to live chat and as we discovered we shared many of the same desires and needs it was decided that she would become mine.
As this was to be a long-term relationship that centered on BDSM and she had stated her needs and desires, this was to be her last decision and once she arrived, she would be mine and although I might ask her opinion on any number of things the final decisions would always be mine.
She had packed up her excess clothing and personal items that she wanted to keep and shipped them ahead so they would be here when she arrived.
Though she is much younger than I am she was an experienced masochist and slave and both of our desires are centered on extreme body modifications. Her modifications prior to her arrival were that her inner labia and clitoris hood had been removed and she wore one ring good size ring through her outer labia. Although this ring held her labia closed and protected her clit, it in no way restricted penetration.
When the day of her arrival came I had a car and driver meet her at the airport and bring her to me with a stop on the way. I had made arrangements at a local piercing and tattoo shop and when the car pulled up in front the driver told her that she was to go in and simply tell them her name and he would be waiting for her when she was done.
She did as she was told and once she was inside she told the receptionist her name and she was escorted into a room where as we had prearranged he told her that she was to receive her first new piercings, her nipples were to be done. She did as she was instructed and removed her blouse and sat down on the semi reclined table. The piercer made short work of it and soon she was on her way back out to the waiting car with four-gauge stainless steel rings tugging at her nipples. Though she managed to keep the smile from her lips, she knew this was just the first step to fulfill her desire to always have constant physical reminders of her place as an owned slave.
When she arrived at my home the driver rang the doorbell and once I opened the door he opened the car door and escorted her to me. Once her luggage was inside and the driver was tipped and sent on his way I escorted her inside and unlike her I couldn’t keep a smile from my face. Though we had exchanged photographs she was even more exceptional in person that she had been in her photos. She was truly petite, barely standing five foot tall with a lovely trim figure and a beautiful, fresh, All-American face, hardly what one would imagine when thinking of a masochistic sex slave.
Once I had closed the door she smiled and looked up at me and said “Hello Master, I am so happy to finally be here and thank you so much for my new piercings.â€
I then showed her to her room. This was to be where she would dress and be her retreat when it was required, but now at the start of our relationship it would also serve as her bedroom.
For the first week she had no duties and we filled the time acclimating her to the house and area. It was also during this time when she felt comfortable enough to shed her clothes when at home. She also discovered the dungeon and on her own accord spent sometime curled up in her cage.
Soon her acclimation week was ending and over dinner we discussed how she felt and if she was comfortable enough for her new life to begin. She agreed that she was ready and anxious to move forward. That night was the first night where she was allowed in my bed. We fell asleep spooning with my left hand cupping her breast and my middle finger through her left nipple ring.
The next morning I woke up to her kneeling next to my side of the bed and a tray with breakfast on the nightstand. I finished breakfast and led her into the bathroom where she knelt before me with her mouth open and started her service as my urinal.
After we were showered and dressed I escorted her to the car and we were off to start her transformation.
We were soon at the piercing and tattooing shop where we met the piercer and tattooists. The plan was to completely cover her from her shoulders to the soles of her feet with a continuous oriental design leaving only her neck and head uncovered. As the tattooists began laying out the design starting at her shoulders and then down over her breasts, the piercer was busy down below, with her one ring removed she was to have an additional five piercings done per side to give her a total of six per side. These plus her original two were to be done as 00 gauge flesh tunnels and permanent grommets with an inside diameter of 0 gauge were installed, as was a four gauge fourchette.
It was early afternoon when we left and the design on her shoulders down to the bottom of her breasts had been outlined in black, 12 grommets had been installed in her labia, and her vaginal fourchette was done. Lost in sub space, she smiled gamely and walked like a bowlegged cowboy as I helped her out to the car.
The next day she was still swollen and although she said she was ready for more work to be done, we took the day off. I worked from home and she spent the day on her back in her cage with her legs raised to the top of the cage and secured to the sides by ankle cuffs and ice packs on her swollen shoulders, breasts and pussy.
As she healed I started the enlargement of her nipples and clit using suction, clamping, biting, and temporary piercing, all to build up scar tissue to make her nipples and clit larger and permanently erect. Once they started to show progress they would be subjected to more advanced and severe treatment.
It was at this time when the expansion of her ass was started. An inflatable butt plug was inserted and kept in place fulltime this plug was to be removed only twice daily, so she could have a bowel movement and be flushed clean by enemas. Once she grows comfortable being plugged all the time she will be trained so she can expand and contract as needed to accept huge items comfortably and then be able to tighten back to normal. As you’ll discover shortly, there is much more to be done to her ass.
She is a quick healer and with the help of zinc supplements we were back at the tattoo shop within a week. This time one artist continued the design down over her rib cage while the other wrapped the design over her shoulders and down her back as she sat there. Once again her ability to withstand the pain was amazing, when the artists finished for the day the design now extended down to the top of her pubes and the small of her back. They had wrapped the design around her sides so her upper body had the outline finished. Soon she would begin to be colored in.
Four days later I received a call from the tattoo shop, the branding iron for her ownership marks had arrived. This was ahead of schedule and as a surprise for her we went down that evening and the first strike for her brands were done. The brand was to be of my initials in a triangle, and was two inches high and two inches wide.
To achieve the depth of the brands we knew we wanted, she would have the brandings done, allowed to heal and then restruck and this would be the first of at least three branding sessions. The brands were to be placed at the top of her anal cleft where her lovely butt cheeks met, on the underside of her left breast, and high on the outside of her right labia.
She held on to my hands as each brand was struck. The first was the underside of her left breast, the second her right labia, and last but not least the one at the top of her anal cleft. Each time the branding iron was pressed into her flesh, her grip on my hands tightened and she literally vibrated as she absorbed the pain. The first two went well as the branding iron seared her breast and labia. These fleshy areas absorbed the heat from the branding iron well. The one on her cleft is located directly over her lower spine and with there being only a relatively thin layer of flesh it was the hardest for her to take and try as she might the pain was to much for her to take and her fingernails dug deeply into the backs of my hands as she shook and for the first time she screamed to help release the pain. With the smell of charred flesh still lingering in the air the iron was removed from her flesh. She finally released her grip on my hands as I brought my face down to hers and whispered in her ear how proud I was of her and gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her head and stroked her hair until she gathered herself together and as soon as she recovered the piercer covered the fresh brands and we drove home for another week of recovery.
Within days the black charring on all three sites had given away to new smooth pink flesh. It was during this time that I introduced the padlocks to the grommets in her labia. Six medium sized padlocks now hung from the grommets and swung freely between her thighs as she walked and she was pleased with the feeling as they swung and pulled on her labia. I have to admit that it was rather humorous watching her swing her hips, jump up and down, and squat as she experimented with the feelings she could cause as she moved. As she examined herself in the full-length mirror you could see the satisfaction on her face as once again she had another modification that would serve her as a constant reminder of her position as my slave for life.
I first saw the slave of my dreams on one of the BDSM dating sites and being a seriously sadistic and cruel older Dominant who lived on the other side of the country, I figured I had zero chance with her but having nothing to lose I emailed her and to my surprise she quickly responded. We exchanged emails for a while and eventually moved on to live chat and as we discovered we shared many of the same desires and needs it was decided that she would become mine.
As this was to be a long-term relationship that centered on BDSM and she had stated her needs and desires, this was to be her last decision and once she arrived, she would be mine and although I might ask her opinion on any number of things the final decisions would always be mine.
She had packed up her excess clothing and personal items that she wanted to keep and shipped them ahead so they would be here when she arrived.
Though she is much younger than I am she was an experienced masochist and slave and both of our desires are centered on extreme body modifications. Her modifications prior to her arrival were that her inner labia and clitoris hood had been removed and she wore one ring good size ring through her outer labia. Although this ring held her labia closed and protected her clit, it in no way restricted penetration.
When the day of her arrival came I had a car and driver meet her at the airport and bring her to me with a stop on the way. I had made arrangements at a local piercing and tattoo shop and when the car pulled up in front the driver told her that she was to go in and simply tell them her name and he would be waiting for her when she was done.
She did as she was told and once she was inside she told the receptionist her name and she was escorted into a room where as we had prearranged he told her that she was to receive her first new piercings, her nipples were to be done. She did as she was instructed and removed her blouse and sat down on the semi reclined table. The piercer made short work of it and soon she was on her way back out to the waiting car with four-gauge stainless steel rings tugging at her nipples. Though she managed to keep the smile from her lips, she knew this was just the first step to fulfill her desire to always have constant physical reminders of her place as an owned slave.
When she arrived at my home the driver rang the doorbell and once I opened the door he opened the car door and escorted her to me. Once her luggage was inside and the driver was tipped and sent on his way I escorted her inside and unlike her I couldn’t keep a smile from my face. Though we had exchanged photographs she was even more exceptional in person that she had been in her photos. She was truly petite, barely standing five foot tall with a lovely trim figure and a beautiful, fresh, All-American face, hardly what one would imagine when thinking of a masochistic sex slave.
Once I had closed the door she smiled and looked up at me and said “Hello Master, I am so happy to finally be here and thank you so much for my new piercings.â€
I then showed her to her room. This was to be where she would dress and be her retreat when it was required, but now at the start of our relationship it would also serve as her bedroom.
For the first week she had no duties and we filled the time acclimating her to the house and area. It was also during this time when she felt comfortable enough to shed her clothes when at home. She also discovered the dungeon and on her own accord spent sometime curled up in her cage.
Soon her acclimation week was ending and over dinner we discussed how she felt and if she was comfortable enough for her new life to begin. She agreed that she was ready and anxious to move forward. That night was the first night where she was allowed in my bed. We fell asleep spooning with my left hand cupping her breast and my middle finger through her left nipple ring.
The next morning I woke up to her kneeling next to my side of the bed and a tray with breakfast on the nightstand. I finished breakfast and led her into the bathroom where she knelt before me with her mouth open and started her service as my urinal.
After we were showered and dressed I escorted her to the car and we were off to start her transformation.
We were soon at the piercing and tattooing shop where we met the piercer and tattooists. The plan was to completely cover her from her shoulders to the soles of her feet with a continuous oriental design leaving only her neck and head uncovered. As the tattooists began laying out the design starting at her shoulders and then down over her breasts, the piercer was busy down below, with her one ring removed she was to have an additional five piercings done per side to give her a total of six per side. These plus her original two were to be done as 00 gauge flesh tunnels and permanent grommets with an inside diameter of 0 gauge were installed, as was a four gauge fourchette.
It was early afternoon when we left and the design on her shoulders down to the bottom of her breasts had been outlined in black, 12 grommets had been installed in her labia, and her vaginal fourchette was done. Lost in sub space, she smiled gamely and walked like a bowlegged cowboy as I helped her out to the car.
The next day she was still swollen and although she said she was ready for more work to be done, we took the day off. I worked from home and she spent the day on her back in her cage with her legs raised to the top of the cage and secured to the sides by ankle cuffs and ice packs on her swollen shoulders, breasts and pussy.
As she healed I started the enlargement of her nipples and clit using suction, clamping, biting, and temporary piercing, all to build up scar tissue to make her nipples and clit larger and permanently erect. Once they started to show progress they would be subjected to more advanced and severe treatment.
It was at this time when the expansion of her ass was started. An inflatable butt plug was inserted and kept in place fulltime this plug was to be removed only twice daily, so she could have a bowel movement and be flushed clean by enemas. Once she grows comfortable being plugged all the time she will be trained so she can expand and contract as needed to accept huge items comfortably and then be able to tighten back to normal. As you’ll discover shortly, there is much more to be done to her ass.
She is a quick healer and with the help of zinc supplements we were back at the tattoo shop within a week. This time one artist continued the design down over her rib cage while the other wrapped the design over her shoulders and down her back as she sat there. Once again her ability to withstand the pain was amazing, when the artists finished for the day the design now extended down to the top of her pubes and the small of her back. They had wrapped the design around her sides so her upper body had the outline finished. Soon she would begin to be colored in.
Four days later I received a call from the tattoo shop, the branding iron for her ownership marks had arrived. This was ahead of schedule and as a surprise for her we went down that evening and the first strike for her brands were done. The brand was to be of my initials in a triangle, and was two inches high and two inches wide.
To achieve the depth of the brands we knew we wanted, she would have the brandings done, allowed to heal and then restruck and this would be the first of at least three branding sessions. The brands were to be placed at the top of her anal cleft where her lovely butt cheeks met, on the underside of her left breast, and high on the outside of her right labia.
She held on to my hands as each brand was struck. The first was the underside of her left breast, the second her right labia, and last but not least the one at the top of her anal cleft. Each time the branding iron was pressed into her flesh, her grip on my hands tightened and she literally vibrated as she absorbed the pain. The first two went well as the branding iron seared her breast and labia. These fleshy areas absorbed the heat from the branding iron well. The one on her cleft is located directly over her lower spine and with there being only a relatively thin layer of flesh it was the hardest for her to take and try as she might the pain was to much for her to take and her fingernails dug deeply into the backs of my hands as she shook and for the first time she screamed to help release the pain. With the smell of charred flesh still lingering in the air the iron was removed from her flesh. She finally released her grip on my hands as I brought my face down to hers and whispered in her ear how proud I was of her and gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her head and stroked her hair until she gathered herself together and as soon as she recovered the piercer covered the fresh brands and we drove home for another week of recovery.
Within days the black charring on all three sites had given away to new smooth pink flesh. It was during this time that I introduced the padlocks to the grommets in her labia. Six medium sized padlocks now hung from the grommets and swung freely between her thighs as she walked and she was pleased with the feeling as they swung and pulled on her labia. I have to admit that it was rather humorous watching her swing her hips, jump up and down, and squat as she experimented with the feelings she could cause as she moved. As she examined herself in the full-length mirror you could see the satisfaction on her face as once again she had another modification that would serve her as a constant reminder of her position as my slave for life.