... i never had the urge to bring my fantasies to life. I am sure i would be disappointed. What is stronger than a unfulfilled desire? Although i love to explore and build up on it. I love to role play, mostly in text. But no one has time for this these days any more. So i write another story by my own. Perhaps somebody will read it and will turn away shocked and disgusted. But i know deep down in you something rings, a strange resonance from the long forgotten lizard brain part of ours. I always wondered where this desires came from, trauma, collective subconscious, memories from a former life? It keeps a riddle to me because i am nothing like that in real life ...
... i walk aimless through the slave market. My last toy did not last long. in a few days she will beg me to take her back. It is no easy life in the mines, way harder than to please me with her holes or take the whip if she breaks a plate
I quickly forget about her as something peeks my interest. This one looks good. I step on her spreader bar to pin her feet to the ground. She grunts and murmur in the leather hood, she knows a new customer is about to inspect her. The price tag dangles on her nipple ring and i give it a quick tug and she reacts with squirming and bucking, but the hook on the top of the hood keeps her in place. She is cheap for sure, but will i take on the trouble to train one? I rather would buy a fully trained, fully conditioned, who will drain my balls skillfully and eagerly. Lost in thought i reach between her legs and let a finger slide along her slit, paring her labia. Her breath goes faster, her chest is heaving. Yes i thought so, dry i get aware of as i rub my index and thumb together. I must say she is healthy and strong. Every touch of me let her body tremble, she pulls on the arm binder but the sturdy leather keeps her arms neatly folded on her back. I brush my fingers up over her belly to her breasts. groping and squeezing them. She reacts wit vigor twisting and shaking of her upper body, which only makes her tits jiggle and jump even more. How mesmerizing. I come a bit closer to reach for her ass and she freezes as my hard cock in my pants pokes at her belly. But the slap on her ass brings her out of her stupor. A muffled scream and some inaudible come from under the hood. "nnnnnhh ... hhmmfff ... ggghhh". I grin "what? you want more?". Not sure if she can hear me or not. Usual they kept under strict visual and auditory deprivation. It is way more easy to handle them in such state. Blind and deaf, completely helpless. Squirming like a worm on a fishing hook. I give her another slap on her ass. Harder this time and a red imprint of my hand says on her ass cheek. Her whole body tenses up from the pain. Frustrated she try to shake off the pain. Her ass and tits jiggle like in a sexy dance, as if she try to seduce me.
The slave trader comes closer "A great choice, isn't she a beauty. But you don't want to see her face or have a test ride?". I look back at him confused "Excuse me .. what? I don't buy this feisty slut". He points his cane on her ass and pokes the red imprint "But you clearly have marked her with your seal as your property" and he smiles back at me almost too happy to get rid of this useless eater. I guess this would count as my seal in front of a judge. Damn she tricked me and now i am suck with her. I clear my throat "ahem ... yes that is right" not willing to to admit her body got me carried away. And i give her another slap on the other side to match it up and give me the chance to pay her back a bit.
The trader opens the locks on her restrains. I protest "What are you doing?". He "At this price the gear i obviously not included. But for a little extra fee i give you a shock collar, this should bring her home easily". And there it is again, this perfect fake merchant smile. I sigh "fine" and put the collar around her neck. Inside two metal pads and outside a little black box. I pull it tight before locking it. The chain is attached to a trigger inside, if the tension is too high it will trigger a shock, just painful enough to subdue and make her follow me like a lamb.
At first the hood comes off, depraved of light her eyes blink to adjust to the bright environment. After weeks or months in there she must be overwhelmed now by al the sensations flushing in. Tears run down he cheeks, she turns her head in fear by every little noise around. I remove the gag, long gooey strings of saliva break and dripping slowly down. She inhales sharply and moves her jaw. A funny mix of fear and gratitude in her face let me grin "Hello there slave, i am your new master". She try to speak but only inaudible stutters come out. This will take a day or two until she get used to it again. "Take it easy, there is no need to rush" and i brush over her face a strain of sweat soaked hair behind her ear to have a good look at her. Her lips tremble, eyes restless. Sweat runs down her forehead and glisters in the sunlight. I lift her chin and turn her head from side to side, so soft and delicate features.
The trader push a rubber stamp on her chest and leaves the slave transfer stamp in black ink behind. This gives me a week until i have to put my permanent mark on her as my property. i tug on the cain "let's go, we should start your training as soon as possible". The tension of the chain triggers a shock. Her body spasm and she gasp for air. I cant say if by pain or surprise but the rest of the way home she makes sure to follow closely ...