Chapter 2

I awoke Sunday, thoughts of Saturday’s fun with Annie consuming my thoughts. How she had given her body to me, totally and completely. Sure, we’d done some mild BDSM before, but that day we’d really taken it to an extreme level. We both seemed incredibly aroused at the fun, and I began to wonder how we could continue it, even take it further.

While Annie was out shopping I began to do research online, and found a wide variety of thoughts and opinions on BDSM and the motivations behind it.

For millennia, I read, women were subservient to men. It was their natural state, it was argued, needing the protection of the stronger males. It wasn’t until the mid 20th century that some women started to, mistakenly as the articles put it, try to change the natural balance.

Other articles talked about how men and women perceived pain differently. It made men more rebellious and angry. With women it reminded them of their natural submissive state toward men. Reminded them that their bodies belonged to men, to do with what they wanted.

Indeed, Annie had even said she never felt so alive as when she was tied up, with me spanking her and brutally using her asshole. Annie told me the pain amplified the pleasure, made her more aware of her own body and the orgasms she was having.

Monday was a miserable day at work for me. I spent all day with a massive hard on in my pants. All I could think about was the fun Annie and I had over the weekend.

I admitted to myself that I relished the power I’d held over her. Having her tied up at my mercy, spanking her, even slapping her. And brutally using her sensitive asshole. The whole thing left me heady with lust. I craved to dominate her.

But how would my lusty girlfriend take it? Sure, she went with it over the weekend, but would she want more? Would she get off on being bound, dominated, and even abused for my pleasure?

As it turned out, I wouldn’t have to wait long out.

I got home that night, entering I yelled out “Honey, I’m home!”

“Go ahead and get comfy, I’ll be right there.” came her sweet voice. I went to the bedroom and stripped out of my work clothes. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, debating on whether to just stay nude or put something on when I saw Annie coming into the bedroom. Only she wasn’t walking.

Annie was crawling into the bedroom on her plump belly, the riding crop in her mouth. I was a bit stunned so said nothing, enjoying the site of her plump bottom wiggling as she crawled. She slowly made it to me. Annie opened her mouth to drop the crop, then began kissing my feet.

“Hello master” she said. When I said nothing, she continued. “I loved our weekend master.” More kisses to my feet, then “I want to be your slave master. All the time.”

My cock now rock hard, I asked “You know what you are asking for?”

“Yes master. I want to be your slave. Your filthy whore. Your dirty bitch. My body is yours master. I want to serve you all day, every day. My body is yours master. To use ... and abuse ... as you want.”

“No limits?” I had to ask, a bit shocked but incredibly turned on.

“No limits master. My fat worthless body is yours. Use it, abuse it. Tie me up, slap me around, whip me, spank me, abuse my cunt, mouth, even my shit hole. Now and forever.”

I reached down and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair. I jerked her head up, her back arching. “Very well you worthless slut.” I barked out. “Your body is mine, from here on. You will do what I say, when I say it. Your sole purpose in life is to serve me, you disgusting pig.”

I then spit in her face, to reinforce my words. With her eyes closed I reached down and grabbed the riding crop.

“Yes master.” Annie told me meekly.

“From now on, you do as I say. Any infractions will cause you to be punished. Severely.”

When she said nothing, I leaned over and brought the crop down on her fat naked ass, causing her to tremble.

“Well slut?” I barked.

“Yes master yes, I will do anything you say. Anything at all.”

I then laid down several more lashes with the crop on her huge ass. With each one her body trembled. I wasn’t sure if she was cumming or wincing in pain, but the big smile she had led me to believe it was both.

“From now on, you will be naked at all times when home. You will service me, any time I demand it.” I then slapped her again with the crop, several times, only now on her back.

“Yes master yes, nothing would make me happier than to serve you, to have you use my fat worthless body!”

I then surprised her by going at her ass again with the crop, now leaving several red welts. “What makes you happy is of no importance to me bitch!” I screamed. “You are now just a slave, your only concern is to make sure I am obeyed and satisfied.”

If I’m being honest, what made her happy was still of some importance to me. I was still pretty new to this total BDSM thing, so still had some “old ways” of thinking.

Annie’s body was shaking, I could see a few tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yes master yes, all that matters is you! I only live to satisfy your desires!” The way her body was shaking though, I could tell each slap with the crop was giving her an orgasm.

Finally I stopped, my cock harder than it had ever been in my life. I let go of her hair, and she collapsed to the floor. “Come on slave, lets go to the garage. At least it is sound proofed, and the neighbors won’t have to be annoyed by your screams.”

Annie started to stand, which caused another notion in me, one I’d read about in some of the online articles. I slapped her, not I admit hard enough to really cause damage but enough to knock her off balance back to the floor.

“Did I tell you to stand up bitch?” I screamed. “Slaves only get to stand when ordered. You will crawl from room to room like you crawled in here, on your big belly, dragging your tits across the floor.” Tossing the crop on the floor in front of her face, I said “And bring that, but no using your hands. Now follow me pig.”

Annie reached out and took the crop in her mouth, then began to crawl behind me. Naturally I got out to the garage, oops I mean sex dungeon, first. This gave me a few moments to ponder what I wanted to do with my new slave.

We had a lot of BDSM equipment, although most of it had never been used. Annie had modeled for some nude photos wearing a collar and some of the cuffs, but hadn’t agreed to be restrained.

Indeed, we had the bench we used on Saturday for a while, but that was the first time we’d used it with her tied down. There was a position I’d always wanted to fuck her in, but thus far she’d resisted fearing the intense pleasure she got from anal sex.

Well, now the slut no longer had a choice.

I turned to see Annie had just gotten to my feet. Dropping the riding crop at floor in front of me she laid there, unsure what to do next.

Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked he up to her feet ordering her to stand. “Now lets get you properly adorned as a proper slave should be.”

I began with a leather collar, one that had rings in front and back. “This is your slave collar. You are to wear it at all times, never taking it off. Eventually I will get you some more presentable to wear in public, but you will always, ALWAYS have a collar on to remind you that you are a worthless slave, a bitch who only exists to serve ME, and who ever I decide to share you with.”