A new life begins (Edited and Revised) by petgirl

*Note: this is fiction (at least so far) and many may be offended, if you are easily offended don’t read this.*I knew meeting strangers from the Internet could be dangerous, but you never think something will happen to you… I suppose I was arrogant, or naive, or too horny and excited to think things through. I should never have met him in a strange town, in a remote crappy little hotel. I made it easy for him. Oh we had talked about limits and role playing and safe words online and I was dumb enough to think this would protect me. I was excited to strip for him, let him examine my body. I was petite, and looked much younger than I really was. My long red hair was braided into two pig-tails, emphasizing the youthful appearance. My breasts, small and pert B cups and toned body seemed to please him. I joyfully held still for him to tie me up,and my life as I knew it was over. At first everything seemed great, he toyed with and used my body, gave me the touch of pain I had been craving to learn, teasing me gently with it. When he finally began to fuck me, he entered me slowly and stopped once he had worked his large cock into my tight pussy and stared deep into my eyes. He told me I belonged to him, he owned me; lost in my ecstasy I begged him to take me and use me. And he did. When he finished he kept me bound and gagged me, put a blindfold and headphones on me and left my lying there. I should have been more scared. But I wasn’t, not enough. Not until a bit later when he wrapped me in a blanket and carried me out to the trunk of the car. I’m not sure how long I was in there, he stopped a few different places, but I know that we drove for hours; i eventually pissed myself i couldn’t hold it any longer and lay in my sensory deprived world and sobbed in fear, confusion and humiliation.

When we finally arrived at his property I froze in fear as the trunk popped open. He pulled off the headphones and blindfold and I blinked at the sudden light, it took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust as he pulled me from the trunk and dropped me on the ground. He let me sit there and watched me for a few minutes. I blinked and looked around, seeking escape but seeing only a house and deep forest.

“There is no escape from here.” he said harshly watching my gaze “You’ll never make it out here in the mountains, especially naked, and there’s no one to help you. You need to resign yourself to your new life. You told me you dreamed of being a slave, I’m going to make all your dreams come true and more. Your old life is gone, you belong to me now.” Angrily i tried to strike out at him, but still bound i fell and just writhed in the dirt. He laughed “I think I’ll enjoy your training very much, the more spirited the better.’ Then tossing me over his shoulder he carried me into the house and down into the dungeon.

He soon began to teach me the true meaning of pain and torment. He explained that he wanted nothing less than my total submission and subjugation, that he was my Owner, my Master. He introduced me to the taste of the whip, and many ways to inflict pain upon my breasts and sensitive pussy.
While doing so he explained over and over again to me how i was nothing, no longer person, i was his pet, his slave. From now on i would be less than an animal, i would not speak or have any thoughts or opinions, that i existed only for his amusement. The lectures, instructions and pain would go on for hours at a time. Once, when I had been particularly willful, he decided a whipping was not enough. He filled a large bucket with water and, on my hands and knees with my hands bound, plunged my head under the water over and over again. When he’d let me up for a breath he’d slap my face, yelling and threatening me, reminding me my life belonged to him and i would learn my place. This seemed to truly excite him as he suddenly was behind me and violently drove his cock deep into my cunt. As he thrust in me and plunged my head back underwater fucking and drowning me. Barely letting me gasp for breath he thankfully came quickly filling me with his seed and throwing me to the cold cement floor. I coughed and wretched up water, shivering from fear and cold. That night i never slept, i lay weeping in despair and fear. And I began to understand.

When i was left alone i was always caged or bound in some way physically but sometimes sensory as well, to block out all sight or sound. To be trapped in my mind and body, with nothing to distract me from the fear. Other times he left the video monitor playing constantly, videos of women being raped, tortured, suffering all kinds of depraved humiliation; and to my horror film of my own ordeal was worked into the continuous loop of “educational” material I was bombarded with.

Rules were imposed and rigorously enforced, punishment was always swift, direct and a deterrent. One of the cardinal rules I struggled with of course was not being allowed to speak. Animals do not speak, they may moan or cry or whimper but words were forbidden. And of course I could not help myself and many days I suffered a multitude of punishments for the merest utterance. Master even resorted to a No-Bark collar at times, especially when he could not immediately punish me himself.

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I cringe at his approach, he roughly unchains me from the wall. I scramble on all fours as he pulls me along up the stairs. The bit gag in my mouth has left me drooling and i make small sounds from behind the gag, trying to beg him for mercy, to let me go. Halfway up the stairs he stops and the ever present crop is in his hand, lightening fast, as he whips it across my tender nipples and breasts. Angrily he reminds me that slaves don’t even try to talk. I can barely keep up as he hauls me to the yard. Near the patio is the padded bench, “breeding bench” he called it. He promptly binds me over, leaving me exposed and unable to move. I notice the grill is on and there are a number of things placed on the table, but i couldn’t see what they were from my awkward angle. Even from this position the view was beautiful. They were somewhere in the mountains, obviously far enough from neighbors, no one had ever come to investigate her screams. The forest was thick and rugged, even if she could escape she had no idea where to go.

He, her owner was speaking, she had missed the first part. He was talking about how she still didn’t understand her place; that she was property, and belonged to him. “I have been planning this for some time, but I think it’s best to do it now, you need to realize your old life is gone. You belong to me, you’ll make a good pet but you have a great deal to learn.” Now he was stroking her hair and caressing her back softly like she was a dog. “This will help you understand and remind you of your place”. He walked over to the grill and returned with a small brand, he showed me the red hot iron.

Panic set in and i tried to escape but it was no use. He had bound not only my hands and ankles but around my thighs and shoulders as well. i was well and truly secured. He returned the brand to the fire in the grill and knelt by my side removing the bit gag. My jaw ached and the first words were slurred as i, in a panic, began to beg him not to do it. Angrily he slapped my face, “I know you are scared and can’t help it, but you are not allowed to speak. Words are not allowed.” there was a pause as he stared into my eyes. I hated it when he caught me in his gaze, there was something inescapable and purely predator when he looked piercingly into my soul. he smiled “But I’m eager to hear your screams for this, it will be something to remember.” i then noticed the video camera and realized this too would be recorded forever. i could only sob in fear as he returned with the brand and standing over my prone body, told me how these would mark me for all time as a slave and his property. He plunged the brand onto my left ass cheek, holding it tight as the flesh singed. I froze and went rigid in pain, the world swam before me growing dark and spinning as the pain washed over me. Once again Master was speaking but the buzzing in my head and the pain blocked out all sound. I could feel my throat screaming but even that sound was lost to me. Master returned, in front of me a brand burned red, a simple “J” which i knew to be his first initial. Then he quickly pressed it against my upper breast, sending me over the edge, the world went black, all that existed was pain.

I remembered nothing until the next day when Master pulled me from my cage. My mind and body still reeled from the experience. i was in shock; everything seemed surreal and strange around me and i slowly, quietly followed Masters orders as he examined my brands. Checking the burns, he tethered me near the sink and gently cleaned the areas, applying a salve to both areas. While gentle, the pain was intense and i swayed on my hands and knees, trying to stay in position as he worked. For the newly burned flesh was hardly the only wounded marks upon my body.

Weakly, my head hung low and after one particularly painful spot was washed piss ran down my leg. The humiliation was far less than the pain and at that point i truly felt like just a creature, helpless at the hands of it’s owner with no control whatsoever. I didn’t even have the heart to respond, cringe, or even care. Master said nothing and gently hosed my legs and pussy when he was done tending me. Leading me to one of the mats, i knelt before him as he offered me bites of fruit and soft bread. I wasn’t hungry in my state of pain and dissociation, but he insisted, talking quietly to me, feeding me bites of food, calling me his pet, telling me how he has enjoyed my training. He seemed oddly pleased by my mood, and said that pain made me docile. I simply nodded, my mind hazy i was merely relieved he wasn’t yelling or cruelly tormenting me for once, he had never been so kind to me before. Not that I hadn’t earned the occasional small praise of treats or gentle touches. The small glimpses of gentle praise as he tormented and humiliated me in so many ways.