The five minute walk home from the pub seemed to Karen to be more like five hours, she felt a peculiar need to hurry along, and the harder she tried to hurry, the longer the street seemed to get, her head was spinning, questions whirling round in her brain, making her feel rather dizzy, she was trying hard to take it all in, how had an innocent drink turned into something more sinister? Why had she got so excited by a stranger demanding her knickers? Why had she put herself in such a vulnerable position in the car? and why did she drip all over the car seat while this strange man practically tore her nipples to shreds putting a point across? Perhaps Ben had been right, perhaps she was a little slut who needed to please so desperately that she would endure anything to please her master only to be humiliated more in return, or perhaps he was just an opportunist who saw a chance to have a little fun and took it.
This last thought made angry, she had always thought of herself as strong willed, a good judge of character, and had never before got herself into any situation that made her feel in the least bit odd. As she arrived back at the house she absent mindedly slammed the garden gate in her frustration at herself, unlocked the door and went inside her mind set that the last thought had been the right one, and that fun over, she would probably not hear from Ben again, and that she had been quite silly and played straight into his hands!
She went upstairs and ran a bath, if nothing else she thought at least now I’m safe home and can wash the day away and relax, the warmth of the water relaxed her now tense muscles, she noticed that her nipples were still swollen and erect from the harshness of Ben’s touch. Her cunt still dripping wet and it wasn’t from the bath water, she picked up a razor from the side and shaved her already smooth legs, she thought of Ben demanding her cunt should be shaven smooth, " so sir wants his cunt shaved does he?" she muttered this defiantly under her breath, well she thought it aint gonna happen, no one has the right to make such demands, no one!!!
She laid in the bath, still defiant, yet inadvertently positioning herself, to be able to see her cunt clearly, she was neatly trimmed but had never really had the urge to shave completely, she did her bikini line same as usual, then found herself moving the razor over the rest of her pubic area, a little tingle of excitement ran through her as the razor removed all traces of hair and revealed the neat slit underneath, carefully opening herself up to make sure she got every last little hair, she felt more than a little wet as the razor passed close to her innermost and most delicate areas. Karen gave a relaxed sigh as she got out of the bath, finally having consoled herself with the thought that she was most likely right and had been played and she had to admit he done it rather well, "oh well such is life" she thought, glancing at herself in the mirror as she stood to get dry, "made a good job of that" she thought running her fingers along her newly revealed slit, realising that she was still very wet, so slipped her fingers inside and began working her fingers on her still swollen clit, she just began to feel the urge to rub harder when the noise of that dreadful ring tone made her jump, bringing her back to earth with a bump, she muttered something about bad timing expecting the message to be from one of the kids, but as she read it her face fell, and her eyes suddenly hit the floor again. "I’m waiting slut" it read, "sir still has no picture, does he have to remind you of everything?"
Karen stared at the phone, wanting to throw it across the room, tell him where to go, but for some reason the authority in the message seemed to prevent her from doing so, she squatted in front of the mirror cunt now fully opened and clicked the camera button, shot was ok, but too dark, she took another, better this time, so she sent it, hoping that might be the end of the matter, but no such luck, another message followed quickly, she read it her face reddening, " sir knows you were taking time to finger my cunt, slut" it read, " for that you will be punished, and you will not touch sir's cunt or tits unless you have direct permission from sir, do you understand slut?"
"yes sir, thank you sir," she sent back, "it's not fair" she thought, how the hell did he know what she was doing locked alone in her bathroom,
another text followed, "you will learn to ask permission for every last thing slut" it read, you are mine I own you, and you know it, don't you?" again she just replied "yes sir"
more texts followed detailing what she was to do, and how she was to behave in future, she was to wear nothing, he would choose her clothing for her in future, so from now until he arrived to inspect his property she was to remain naked, he would, he explained harshly train her to serve him with both body and mind, she was nothing and had nothing, and was permitted nothing until he decided otherwise.
She was to text for permission when she needed to use the bathroom, and if sir permitted her the pleasure of going for as piss as he so crudely put it, she was not to wipe his cunt but leave it wet, he was most insistent that she should and would be wet at all times.
Each time she replied the same, "yes sir, thank you sir", she had no idea why she was even answering, let alone an answer as to why by by this time going about her chores with nothing on, she seemed to be under some sort of spell, not quite asleep, yet not awake either, like some sort of living dream, Karen was glad all the kids were away, had they not have been god knows what she would have done!
Further instruction followed into the evening, she was to keep a diary, which was to be presented on request, if he approved of her thoughts, she might be rewarded, if not she would be punished, punishments, he informed her would be harsh, and she would learn to thank him for them, if she refused or forgot, then further punishment would follow until such time as she learnt to beg him for forgiveness, and thank him for it. She was to sleep he said, like the slut she is, legs wide open and his cunt and tits exposed, Karen tried to reason that if she turned in the night she would not be able to maintain such a position, his answer was simple, she could enjoy her last night of peaceful sleep, as for questioning his instruction the consequence would be that in future he would make damn sure she could not turn, she would from tomorrow on be chained to the bed in his chosen position, and she would be grateful for it!!
Karen wondered how on earth he was going to maintain such a threat, and decided that it was probably just as well to not take an awful lot of notice of something that certainly wouldn’t happen, for a start he wouldn’t be there to carry it out! But even so she still thought it was best to answer graciously so sent back the stock "yes sir, thank you sir" answer.
His final text of the evening came just after ten, she was still wandering about naked, and if she was honest feeling very comfy with her nakedness, catching herself in the mirror she'd been a little surprised her own shape was as good as it looked, but then it had been years since she'd taken the slightest bit of notice of herself, and now she did she had to admit it wasn’t as bad as she'd previously thought.
Ben’s last instructions before he sent her to bed, were quite simple, she was to set her alarm for 6, and once awake would spread her legs, and play with his cunt for as if her life depended on the amount of juice it would produce, she would not cum, and she would not ask for permission as this would not be granted, at 7 sharp she was to put a key in the door, and wait for his arrival kneeling with her head down, and legs apart, still perfectly naked, and with her hands behind her back. She noted he did not say what time he would arrive, and was tempted to ask so she had some idea of how long exactly he planned to keep her like this. But as she read the rest of the lengthy text she found he'd already cut that question off in it's prime, I will arrive when it suits me, and you will learn to wait for sir and like it, he carried on to demand that the first diary entry be to hand, then bid her goodnight, sending her to bed like a naughty schoolgirl.
She thought perhaps it would be wise to just reply and bid him an equally goodnight, did so then putting her phone on to charge found an old notebook in which to start her diary, the days events came flooding back quickly, his smile, his harshness but above all her wantonness, her brain's urge to resist his demands, and her body's urge to please him in any way he choose, no matter what the consequences. She finished put the pen down, got into bed and closed her eyes, all she could see was him, and all she could feel was the juices of his wet cunt seeping down her thigh. She couldn’t remember a time when she felt so turned on, yet so vulnerable, he had certainly made her question her approach to herself and her body, perhaps she thought as she drifted off to sleep that was what she needed a fresh approach