Chapter 8

I signed a digital signature to the contract, I also sent Master my contact list. I didn't want to risk cheating and with-holding anyone from my humiliation that I must endure and learn to love even more. Some of the names were harder to send than others. Some were friends I hadn't seen in a while, some were old co-workers or other forum friends.

Master would make sure I would have a personal interest in making my slavery work for me and for him. There would be no one I would not be too embarrassed to face again. They would all be seeing me in the photos and videos naked and penetrated, tortured, being played with by hoard of clothed men while I was blindfolded, gagged and later gifted by Master with cumming.

"I need to pack up some things, get rid of stuff. I guess I'll pack what Master might want to keep and give away the rest. Then I need to clean the place for the landlord. Master will be pleased with the deposit money should I get it back. " I began my plans. That will be my first real submission of property. The money and the assorted odds and ends. Some jewelry and a few collectibles. I can nakedly present those to Master before he takes over my body and life forever, to mold, to change to his pleasure, to produce a better slave. I will have to work on myself as well. To learn to be honest in the face of punishments, absolute honesty. To learn to accept Master's control of my orgasms, my moment to moment life.

I have learned to love being naked as I'm sure Master intended by ordering me to stay naked except when legally not appropriate, and even then, to minimize cover, and expose when possible. My how the men around here love that! I think they'll miss my occasional outings.

As I packed and cleaned I had such a hard time not playing with my tits and clit. My nipples were hard in the coolness and my clit was tender and wanting a caress. That is for Master to decide now. I spent my energy getting ready.

"Slave." Master was calling me to the computer.

I went before the webcam and stood as ordered, naked waiting silently as was my vow for Master to speak.

"Slave. I can see the boxes. I will send some people over to pack and clean the rest. They will collect the money of the landlord will let them. Come to me tonight. Wear your white t-shirt, no undergarments. It is warm tonight so dampen it some. You live close to me as you found-so walk here after dark. When you arrive, remove the t-shirt so you are naked. Be sure you are clean shaved-everywhere except your head. Shower before you come. Eat dinner. Brush your teeth. Ball up the t-shirt to hand to me when I open the door to demonstrate your submission to the permanent nakedness rule. Then to prove your acceptance of a slave' slife with a firm Master, you are to take a slice of ginger and fit it over your clit so it stays there. After you count 1-1000,2-1000 etc up to 300, knock on the door."

"Oh my God", I squealed in my silent thoughts. I almost reached to grab my tits and give my clit a reassuring touch. It's so exciting! Trembling I could hardly write my proper reply. "Yes, MASTER. Thank YOU."

":~) You're welcome, slave."

"Oh, I have to wait until dark." How am I going to do this?" I know Master is making sure I don't get into trouble with police by waiting, but I wanted to start. I was so charged with the anticipation of such total submission, to be transformed into an obedient, selfless slave, submitting to another's choices, to be humiliated endlessly, always naked, no barriers except the law, disciplined by a harsh and strict Master. Orgasms extreme, but not mine to dictate. Learning my place in the order of things, a lowly slave, to serve, obey and please-and to be pleased and grateful for it myself. A real challenge, but I get horny and happy just thinking about it. I took my shower, running my hands down my body feeling every nook and cranny alone for the last time. My thoughts switched to Master and unknown men from now on would be doing that, when THEY chose. My clit is tingling, I'd better stop thinking about it right now, before I had a confession to make. I MUST stick to task and orders.

As darkness approached, I could see it was about 8:00. I found m thinnest white t-shirt and cut it to just under by butt cheeks in back, and slightly higher in front, so my cunt was barely hidden. small wind or movement and everything would be exposed to view. I rinsed it in the sink and put it on. I put the key under the mat for the guys coming to gather Master's things now and headed to my new abode.

"I hope he locks me in the dungeon cell tonight. I need to be punished right away so I don't have any illusions about my place."

The warm air moved about under my wet shirt and cooled my nipples making them again erect and ready to play. I started walking faster as I got hornier and hornier. My lips were swelling and my hole was opening, I could feel the warm then cool trickle down the inside of my legs and the coolness the evaporating juice made as the air hit my cunt. A throbbing began in my clit as I practically ran to Master's home.

I got on the porch and ripped off my shirt and balled it up. Out of the pocket I pulled the plastic with the little quarter sized slice of ginger I moistened with water before leaving. I placed it between my cunt lips, against my clit and the delicious heat began in a few seconds. 300-1000. My clit was cooking good and pulsing for an orgasm by the time I got to the number 300. I knocked.

Master opened the door. Master was wearing jeans, and a leather shirt with lots of pockets. I saw behind him over a chair some black straps and metal rings and buckles among other leather. Master reached between my legs roughly and removed the ginger. After the heat subsided I felt extremely horny and my clit and cunt were crying to be toyed with and cumming. Cunt juice squirted out on the porch, Master laughed and said "Looks like you're well suited. Let's see how long it takes you to be a REAL slave."

He had me come in. "Kneel slave." I knelt, but not quickly or gracefully enough. "You are going to be taught many skills, some like a gymnast or ballet. You aren't just going to be a ball licker and cock sucker, you are going to do it with style, promptly with grace and pleasing movements." I felt somewhat ashamed of my failure. I was clumsy and fumbled down thinking all that mattered was I kneel pretty fast. I will have to learn and be trained physically as well as mentally. Master wants a fast, artistically moving slave.