Became a slave
Anya began to recall how she got here. She managed to remember that she was sitting alone in a cafe, sipping wine and waiting for her friend who was late.
A woman, looking about 35 years old, sat down next to her. She said her husband was late and suggested they sit together so they wouldn't be alone. They introduced themselves. Her name was Masha, an attractive brunette with a gorgeous chest, about a third cup size, slightly plump. She
ordered a glass of wine each, to celebrate the acquaintance, and then Anya remembers nothing, and now she's here.The door opened and that same Masha entered the room. She was dressed in a white blouse with a deep neckline, a strict black skirt down to her knees, and high-heeled stilettos.
"Ah, awake, little one?" said Masha, sitting down on the bed. "You slept for a long time."
Anya wanted to protest in response, but only a muffled moan came out through the gag.
"Don't moan, listen to me carefully," said Masha. Anya fell silent from fear. "Now remember, you were communicating online with Mistress Madeline. Well, that's me!"
Anya's eyes widened as much as possible at what she heard, and a cold sweat broke out over her body. She really had been communicating online with a certain Mistress Madeline. Anya had written to her that she wanted to become a slave but was afraid to try it in real life.
"I am actually Mistress Masha. Madeline is a pseudonym online," the woman continued speaking. "I liked you and I wanted you for my slavery. You were afraid, but I don't care. If I want someone, she must be mine. Now you are my slave! Don't even think about running away. You're not even in your own city, not even in your own country. I spent a lot of money to find you and bring you to me, so you are now my slave for life, or until I get tired of you. I will do whatever I want with you, and just try to object—it will be worse. And if you do run away, I'll find you anyway, and it will be very bad for you. So it's better to agree to become a slave voluntarily, otherwise I'll make you one by force. I'll give you time to think while I go to the toilet," the woman finished, got up from the sofa, and went out the door.
Anya was in shock, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Somewhere deep in the girl's soul were thoughts of being made a permanent slave, and could it really be that her secret desires had become reality. The door opened and the Mistress entered the room.
"Well then, do you agree voluntarily?" asked Masha, sitting down on the bed again.
Anya nodded her head in response.
"That's a good girl. Now your name is 'slave' or whatever I want. I won't call you by your name," said Masha, smiling as she removed the gag from the girl. "Call me Mistress. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," the girl answered, swallowing the lump of fear stuck in her throat.
"That's good," said the Mistress, stroking the girl's cheek with her palm. "I've wanted a young slave like you for a long time," the Mistress continued, turning to the nightstand next to the bed and taking out medical gloves and putting them on. "But I need to do something with you," and she took out a syringe with some liquid. "When you wake up, you'll see everything for yourself."
"Please don't, Mistress," Anya pleaded.
"I said I do whatever I want, and no objections," said the Mistress and gave the injection. "Good night, slave."
The girl fell into a deep sleep.
Anya woke up. There was a fog in her eyes, but she understood she was lying in the same room, on the same bed, also naked, but no longer tied up. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around and saw the Mistress sitting nearby.
"Mistwess, I slept a wong time," the girl said, feeling something interfering with her tongue.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," ordered the Mistress, holding a mirror up to Anya's face.
Anya opened her mouth and in the reflection saw her tongue, which had a piercing, quite large in size.
"It's a titanium piercing, and it's sealed so it can't be removed. I love being pleasured with a tongue that has a piercing. I give you a week to learn to speak normally with this piercing," said the Mistress, putting the mirror away.
The Mistress took the girl by the hand and helped her stand up. Anya, barely stepping, followed the Mistress. The Mistress led her to a full-length mirror.
"I enlarged your breasts and ass with silicone," the Mistress continued. "A chip is embedded in one of the implants, by which I can find you anywhere. Now you definitely won't run away. And here," said the Mistress, running her hand over the back of the girl's head, thereby running her hand over a small scar on the back of the slave's head, "there's another chip. With it, I can give you a mild headache, or a severe one, or even knock you out for a while. So do everything I order, otherwise I'll use this new feature. Understood?"
The slave nodded her head in response.
"Now you have a third cup size, and later we can make it even bigger, say, a fifth or sixth," said the Mistress. "Now on your left breast you have my tattoo."
Anya looked at the tattoo. In beautiful letters it said, "Slave of Mistress Masha."
"The hair on your pussy has been removed with laser depilation. Now it won't grow for a very long time, or maybe never at all," the Mistress continued and turned the girl with her ass to the mirror. "As I said, I also injected a little silicone into your ass. There's also a tattoo on your tailbone and a small tattoo on your right buttock."
The girl looked over her shoulder at the reflection. On her tailbone, in the same beautiful letters, it said, "slave with working holes," and on her right buttock two letters were tattooed: "S-M."
"Do you like it?" asked the Mistress.
"Yes, Mistwess," Anya tried to say.
"Now even if you manage to run away, I don't think you'll find a boyfriend. Why would he need you with such tattoos?" the Mistress said with a smile. "And I love tattoos. I think I'll give you some new ones soon. Okay, let's go to your room," said the Mistress, heading towards another door in the Mistress's room. "Follow me."
Anya followed.
They entered the room. It wasn't big: a bed, a nightstand, and a wardrobe.
"This will be your room for now," said the Mistress. "If you behave badly, I'll move you to the rug by my bed. As promised, I won't touch you for a week. You'll work as a maid this week. And just try to lisp after a week—I'll punish you severely. The uniform is in the wardrobe. Once you're dressed, you can start your duties immediately. Go downstairs, I'll tell you where your work supplies are," said the Mistress and left.
The girl went to the wardrobe, opened it, and began to put on what was there: white stockings, a short black skirt just below the top of the stockings, a black sleeveless blouse with a deep neckline, white gloves above the elbows, white cloth sneakers without laces. There was nothing else in the wardrobe.
Anya left her room, passed through the Mistress's room, and went out into the hallway and began to look around, as until now she hadn't seen anything besides her room and the Mistress's room. It turned out the Mistress lived in a small two-story house. She went down to the first floor to the Mistress, who was watching TV.
"I see I wasn't wrong about the size of the clothes," said the Mistress, looking at the new maid.
Then the Mistress told her where everything was and what she needed to do, and Anya got to work.
The week flew by quickly. The Mistress, as promised, did nothing with her, even called her not a slave but a maid. During this time, Anya got used to the piercing and began to speak normally. And during this time, the girl learned to carry out orders unquestioningly.
On the eighth day, like all the previous seven days, the girl brought breakfast in bed to the Mistress.
"Well, as I promised, your week of easy time is over," said the Mistress, sipping coffee in bed. "Over the week, I see you've learned to carry out my orders. I'm pleased. But those were just the flowers; let's see how you handle the berries. So, bitch, take the tray, put it on the table!"
The slave complied. The Mistress threw off the blanket; she was naked, although she had slept in pajamas all week, and spread her legs, bending them at the knees.
"I've been waiting a whole week. I even regretted giving you so much free time. Time to check your tongue and piercing. Quickly, lick my pussy," ordered the Mistress.
The girl quickly climbed onto the bed and got on all fours between the Mistress's legs. The Mistress's pussy was very beautiful and completely shaved. And Anya began to pleasure the Mistress's crotch with her tongue. She tried as hard as she could, pushing her tongue deep into the Mistress's depths, teasing her clitoris with the piercing.
"Good girl, bitch," the Mistress said through moans. "Run your tongue along the entire slit. Suck the lips, now the clitoris, use the piercing on the clitoris. Try harder, you bitch!"
After about five minutes, the Mistress squealed and began to cum, drenching the slave's face with her juices. After that, she pushed the slave away with her foot.
"You lick okay, bitch, but you need to be even better. Learn," said the Mistress, looking at the slave's face shining with secretions. "Remember, after I cum, it should be dry there within a minute. I have to teach all you bitches everything. Just wipe, don't pleasure. Practice, the clock is ticking!"
The slave again pressed her mouth to the crotch and began to lick off the remaining secretions of the Mistress. Finished, the girl got up and looked at the Mistress.
"Good girl, bitch, you made it," said the Mistress, running her hand over her vagina. "Wiped it well. I'm pleased. I can be not only mean and strict, but when I'm pleased, I can give rewards, and you've earned one. Open my wardrobe, on the second shelf, take the box."
The slave went over and opened the wardrobe. On the second shelf lay a box with a vibrator pictured on it. The girl took the box and saw the dimensions of the toy on it: 20*5 cm. Such a size had never been in the girl's pussy before.
"Take it out, then undress, sit on the floor so I can see everything well, and fuck yourself. I want to see how you cum," ordered the Mistress.
Anya undressed completely, took out the vibrator, sat on the floor, and spread her legs wide. Running her hand over her pussy, she felt that it was completely wet. She took the vibrator and slowly inserted it. To Anya's surprise, the vibrator went in easily, and the girl began to fuck herself.
"Faster. Finger your filthy clit," the Mistress ordered. "Even faster!"
The slave began to fuck her hole very quickly with the vibrator, fingering her clitoris. And the orgasm didn't keep her waiting long. Anya bit her lip to keep from screaming and began to cum.
"You cum well, bitch," said the Mistress. "Now put the vibrator back on the shelf. I forbid you to take it without permission. What are you sitting around for, bitch? Quickly go and run me a bath, then you can wash up yourself," ordered the Mistress, not waiting for the slave to fully come to her senses from the orgasm. "I said quickly, you bitch!"
The slave barely stood up, put the vibrator back in place, and shuffled on wobbly legs to the Mistress's bathroom, thinking along the way that she liked all this, but what awaited her in the future, what else the Mistress would do with her, was a little frightening.
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