Chapter 1

"Jenni, get cleaned up nice. Take a bath, do your hair proper and get your make up on. I'm taking you out tonight and you will look your best for me."

I hard my Master's words and proceeded to do just exactly as I had been commanded. Drawing a nice warm bath I added some perfume then took off the few clothes He allows me to wear in the house and slid into the delightful pool of water and began to soak. I knew He wanted me to not only be clean but that my skin, from head to toe, soft and sweet smelling. I had no idea of His plans but I was his submissive and I would obey, I have learned to always obey without question.

This all started for me one drunken night a little over six years ago. I was in my early twenties at the time and still living at home. I was a shit about money and while I'd had some good jobs, I spent it poorly. Mum and Dad were great and so freeloading off them came easy. I was in all respects a normal girl, had a boyfriend since my late teens. I am fairly tall for a woman in heels I am anywhere from 5"10 to 6'0'; depending on the height of the heel. I have long brunette hair with eyes to match. Pretty much a nice 'hour-glass' figure my hips are about a 34 slimming to a narrow waste at 22 to 23 inches then blossoming out to a nice 36 inch chest with C cup tits. My boyfriend enjoyed all of that and I enjoyed his cock as often as the situation allowed.

One night I was out with my mates, all of us abandoned by our boyfriends who'd gone off on a men's night out. Most likely they'd gone off to watch strippers and tucking their one-pound notes in the girls g-string hoping for a free ride from one of those sluts who danced for them naked. We really didn't mind them their fun and we were all drinking and laughing most of the night. By the time I'd stumbled into my house the place was dark and everyone was fast asleep. I started unbuttoning my clothes as I headed upstairs to my room, my inebriation making that simple chore more of a major effort, but by the time I slipped into my bedroom I was able to drop my clothes on the floor before falling into bed. One of the things a lot of alcohol will do is make me horny as a cat in heat. I'd already taken my left hand and found my wet pussy and started stroking her. When I bumped into another body in my bed I smiled because evidently my boyfriend had come home from the strip club horny and had snuck into my room. He'd done it many times before and so I rolled on top of him and took his cock and held it so I could sit down on him.

It was a great fuck. His hard cock seemed to last longer then it had ever before and I came twice while I fucked my brains out on him. Falling back on my side of the bed I knew I'd just had the best sex I'd ever had and passed out a happy girl. The next morning I woke up to a hot jet of fluid splashing on my naked tits and face, but when I opened my eyes I saw not my boyfriend but my older brother stoking his cock and spraying his hot cum all over me.

"Get the fuck out of my room you pervert."

"You stupid cow, this is my room and you've been my bitch all night long."

I hopped out of his bed and grabbed my clothes and ran across the hall to my own room. The idea of fucking my brother made me ill, I knew it was wrong, but I could not forget how good the sex was. I could not deny how much I had loved every second of the night, every inch of his hard cock. At breakfast I told him it was a mistake I had no intention of ever making again, how wrong it had been. Oh the damn effects of alcohol.

A few weeks later I was celebrating a friends birthday and had so much to drink my friend called my brother to come and take me home. My boyfriend was off with his mates again. I was so plastered that I bent over as my brother drove and pulled his cock from his pants and sucked his meat, swallowing his cum. When we got home the house was empty as our parents were off on holiday. My brother took me to his room where he'd had a video camera set up. He told me to stand and strip for him. I protested but he told me he would tell all my mates how I'd slept with him and still being fairly drunk, I agreed. I actually found it kind of a turn on, kinky if you will. When I was down to just my skimpy bra and lacy panties he told me to put my hand inside my panties and masturbate for him. I did and soon I was so horny that I pulled my bra off and played with my nipples making them hard. I needed more and was drunk and horny enough to use my brother again and I said.

"I need a good fuck."

"If you want me to do it, you'll have to crawl over here and beg for it."

I did it and when I got next to him I said.

"Take out that hard hot cock and fuck my wet hot pussy, please?"

He played with my tits and cunt but never let me get off, finally I begged him to make me cum.

"You want to cum bitch then promise me you'll be available for me whenever I want you."

"Yes, anything just please fuck me."

It was so good he kept me on my hands and knees and held me by my hair as he drove his cock into me from behind. He was rough and hard on me but I loved it and came again and again as he drove his meat deep into my cunt. This time I woke in my own bed, alone with only a vague memory of having fucked someone. I saw a video on my nightstand that has a note on it. It just said 'play me'. Curious, I slipped it into the VCR and hit play. I saw what I had done in his room, from the steamy strip tease to begging him to fuck me. As I watched in fascination my memory of it all came back and wrestled with the concept of incest, but the fucking was so damn good, better then any of my boyfriends had been. As I got up to dress I felt the wet spot in my sheets where my pussy had leaked its juice while I replayed the action from yesterday.

I ate my breakfast fast, not wanting to say anything to my brother but not able to stop thinking about his cock. In fact all day at work my pussy was wet and my mind was replaying how good it felt when my brother drove his cock into me. When I got home that day he was waiting for me at the front door. I told him I would keep my promise to him and would give myself to him whenever he wanted me as long as he never told mum and dad or my mates.

"Then on you knees bitch and suck me right now, right here."

I knew I would always be his bitch, his submissive slut when my knees fell to the hard concrete stoop and I pulled his cock from his pants and wrapped my lips around him. When he reached down and ripped my blouse open then pulled my bra off I just kept sucking his rod. It was humiliating to be on my knees with my tits exposed while I sucked my brother's cock but my pussy was dripping and I could not get enough of his hard cock. When he fucked my face, forcing his cock down into my throat I gagged and pulled away to spit out the saliva. When he rammed his cock back in and down my throat he shot his cum and I gagged again spilling his seed on the porch. Grabbing me by my hair he said.

"You will never waste my cum slut, now lick it up, clean it all up slut."

I obeyed, not for the last time his command. Bent over like that licking the cold cum from the hard porch I knew my wet panties were exposed to his view. When he had enough of my licking he grabbed my hair and dragged me into the house. I realized I wanted his cock inside me; I was ready to do anything just to have him fuck me. I also knew from that day forward I was his. I was his property and he would and could use me whenever and however he wanted. I knew I would do anything to serve him he was now my Master.

It has been this way for about six years now. We've moved from home and have a place of our own, which allows Master to use me without concern. The first thing He did was to toss my panties then take me shopping for the type of clothing he wanted me in. He made me buy bras that were either half or quarter cup, pushing my tits up but leaving my nipples exposed. My blouses were all made from thin soft material that cold not hide my nipples and all my slacks were donated to charity replaced by short skirts and dresses. He even had my nipples pierced with gold rings then played with them before they healed making me scream in pain, but knowing my pussy would always be wet and ready for whatever he wanted.

He still dated and often brought home a girl. Some nights he made me sit outside his door and just listen to her scream as he gave her the cock I wanted and needed, but most of the time he had me strip naked and service the girls before and after, before to get them wet and randy and after to clean his cum from their just fucked cunts. I shave my cunt for him, and do it regularly so it's always soft and smooth for him. He takes me when ever and where ever and often lets his mates have me too. One night he took me in a park, stripped me naked and bent me over a picnic table while he fucked my ass. I young man came by and watched wide eyes as my brother pummeled my backdoor. When he was done he told the young man to fuck my pussy. He even opened an e-mail account and posted naked pictures of me on line with my address, mymasterstoy4ever at yahoo. Then he'd make me read the e-mails from men and women all over the world commenting on my pussy or my tits and saying how they'd love to fuck me. One day he said.

"Might be some money in this, slut."

I am now finishing up my make up and my brother has brought in my outfit for the night. The heels, stocking and garter are all now standard but the dress was new. Donning the hose etc, I pulled the dress on and my pussy was dripping as I looked in the mirror. The dress was crocheted and my nipples, always erect since they were pierced were popping though the gaps in the dress. There was nothing the dress covered that hid my sex. My nipple rings were on the outside of the material, my bald cunt was easily seen and my ass crack was like a sign on my back that said 'fuck me I'm a slut'. While I still had no idea where we were going, I knew I would be used and most likely used a lot and I smiled. Master was treating me tonight. Just before we walked out the door he fastened my collar about my neck and clipped on a leash, I was to be seen as his bitch.

"Come on slut I will not be late, move it bitch."

"Yes, Master."

I hurried after him and climbed into his car as he backed out of the drive. I didn't recognize where we ended up but he turned off the car and said.

"Come on slut, time to be Daddy's good lick charm."

I hurried after him, not easy in the heels and the cool breeze from the sea brought my basic nudity back to mind as we entered into a warehouse somewhere along the river. Then I saw a round table inside and about five or six guys already seated around the green felt table. Poker, I thought. My brother loved to gamble and evidently he had been invited to this game and brought me with him. He called me a good luck charm so I guess he hoped my being there would be a distraction to the guys and improve his chance of winning. Either that or I was there to entertain the guys. I hoped for the latter because it would mean I'd have something to do, cocks to suck and fuck. It turned out I was the good luck charm and nothing more. This was a serious game and the stakes were high. I guessed that my brother felt with me there he'd make a big win.

Nothing went according to his plan. He wasn't losing much but I knew he'd hoped to win a lot. I could see he was nervous he'd probably never played for the kind of stakes that were in this game. In some hands he'd bet more then I made in a week. For most of the night he'd win one and lose one, but the wins were always a pound or two less then the losses. I was standing behind him, and from time to time he's grab my leash and pull me down for a kiss, exposing more of my tits to the table. I guess he figured it couldn't hurt to flash me now and again hoping for the distraction.

There wasn't much of any talk at the table, other then about the game. Winners were tanking the others and the losers explaining how one card could have changed their results. All of the men were older then my brother and it looked like most of them were or even in skills as him, but the older gent at the opposite end of the table seemed to be the best of them all. He was tall and starting to bald, he was not a local and by his accent I assume he was either Canadian or American. He was nice and smiled at me from time to time but was never distracted by my brother's attempts of showing me off. My feet were getting sore from standing and quite honestly I was bored. I wanted to fuck and have some fun. I let myself get a bit distracted but was pulled back to the action at the table when I heard my brother make a big raise. When I looked down I saw that he'd bet his entire pile on this hand. Everyone but the American folded, but then he raised my brother back, 2000 pounds.

"I'm all in mate, we're playing table stakes right?"

"No my friend, no limit. Either call or fold."

I watched my brother look at his cards and saw he hand a pretty good hand and from the look on his face I knew he thought he had the winner. There was a lot of money in the pot and if he didn't see the raise it wouldn't matter how good his hand was, he'd lose it.

"Can I give an IOU?"

"No IOU's, no checks all cash or valuables"

One of the other men had said this the American was quiet. After a bit my brother tugged on my leash and said.

"What's this bitch worth?"

I was shocked that he was using me as a bet. The American had raised him 2000 pounds, no one would take a night in the sack with me for that kind of money. Evidently the American agreed when he said.

"If I want a whore to fuck tonight, I can get five of them for much less then the bet, mate."

"No, not for the night."

"What do you mean mate."

"This bitch is my slave. I'm asking what she worth to you, mate. If I lose she's yours for life or until your tired of her, if I win, well then the pots mine."

"Mate the days of slavery ended almost a century ago."

My brother looked at me and said to me.

"Tell then slut. Tell then what you are."

I never hesitated,

"I've given myself to my Master and am his to use as he wishes. I gave up my freedom to be his slave, his sex toy, his servant."

"So, I ask again Mate what's she worth, because with her I will see your 2000 and raise you the rest of her value."

The room was quiet as the American considered the offer. I was looking at all the money I was soon to see my brother raking in. Then the American spoke.

"Ok Mate. She's young, nice looking and if your being honest with me I'll consider her worth ten thousand pounds. If, it were your intent to wager her life, then it would cost me another seven thousand pounds to call you. But before you do this let me warn you that if you lose, I will take the girl and you'll never see her again. If you try to back out of the wager if you lose, you will live just long enough to regret it. So think about it, mate."

"The bitch is in the pot."

"Then I call you."

As the American put in the rest of the seven thousand pounds I was giddy with all the money my brother was going to win and when he showed his three kings to the table the men all nodded in approval. My brother was about to reach for the pile of money when the American said.

"Pretty nice hand, mate. Three kings were a wonderful group of men who all brought gifts to the king, but these four Jacks buggered the king!"

I looked in disbelief as the American showed his hand of four Jacks and a three. The room was deathly quiet as the American got up and walked over to me and took my leash. He unclipped the leash from the collar and re attached it to my left nipple ring then pulled me after him as he scooped up the pile of money from the table. I looked back at my Master, my brother as the American pulled me along, stretching my nipple and sending shooting pains from my chest to my cunt. I stumbled after him watching as my stunned brother sat unmoving at the table still staring at the cards. He lost all his money and he'd also lost his slut.

Outside the American pulled me after him into the back seat of a limousine and we sped off into the night.

"Ok slut. Suck my cock. I've earned it. I won't fuck you till you've been medically examined I have no intention of picking up any English diseases. But you will suck me now slut."

In shock, but still the submissive I reached for his crotch and worked his cock from his pants. His cock was flaccid but heavy and I knew it would grow to a nice size. I slid my lips around it and from that moment I was his bitch, his slut, his to use. His cock grew in my mouth and filled it with cock left over. I cupped his balls in my hand as I stroked the base of his cock with my other. I moved my mouth up and down as my hands worked him too. When he came, all I could think about was how he tasted a bit different then my brother. When he's tucked himself back in he told me to stay on the floor like a good slut and my pussy spasmed and I wondered just how long I'd have to wait for the medical so I could have that lovely cock buried inside me. I still didn't know his name, but it didn't matter to me, I had met his cock and we got along real well.