Confessions of a Slave Girl Pt. 08

Literotic asexstories – Confessions of a Slave Girl Pt. 08 by BondageSlut3,BondageSlut3
The word sprang from Ali’s lips before she had even thought about it. “Citadel,” she said simply, looking up at the older woman who sat across from her. She watched as a small smile crossed Kat’s face.

“Interesting…a high walled, stone fortress that must be penetrated, what a deliciously insightful choice.”

Ali blushed at the compliment before she mumbled. “Actually its…its just a reference to my favorite game…” She felt a little silly that the older woman had in a few seconds put more meaning into her choice than she had.

Kat’s small smile broke into a wide grin and she started laughing, it was clear and almost bell like, but it wasn’t derogatory. Ali knew that in the laughter Kat was not making fun of her. Wiping a tear from her eye Kat continued to grin at the younger woman. “That’s as good a reason as any to chose it for your safeword. You will always remember it at least.”

Seeing the blush creeping across Ali’s face and beginning to trail down her neck and shoulders to her chest Kat leaned forward and with a finger tilted Ali’s chin up, so that the young woman was looking her in the eyes. “There is no need to feel shame in your choice little one and no need to be embarrassed for the reason you chose it. Reasons and words vary as much as there are people who participate in BDSM.” She planted a soft kiss on Ali’s forehead before sitting back. “Citadel it is.”

Kat’s words made Ali feel a little better about her choice though the blush remained for a few minutes before leeching away. “So my pet, we have spoken extensively online about your fascination with BDSM and what draws you to it. But what would you expect if we were to move forward with this. I expressed a desire to collar you and make you mine, but what about you? Your feelings are just as important as all of this.”

The question took Ali off guard for a moment and caused her to pause. She had thought that by agreeing to meet Mistress Kat would have taken it for granted that she wanted to be collared and owned by the older woman but obviously Kat wanted that validation or something else from Ali’s own lips on the subject. “I…I think I would want to be yours Mistress.”

“But do you know what that means? What it would entail?”

“Well…I would be your submissive, you could do what you wanted and I would obey and-”

“My pet, we can do that now, without me ever actually collaring you. I have been giving you orders online this whole time and you have not disobeyed, at least I am trusting that you have not.” Ali shook her head and a small smile crept back over Kat’s face. “My job provides me with a lot of money and surprisingly a lot of at home and travel time. I’m…bored, chasing random girls and using them only for a night or two before never seeing them again. If I were to collar you, would you be willing to give up your life as it is. To be mine wholly and completely. To leave your home, your job, to travel with me and to be my submissive and my slave?”

Until that moment Ali really hadn’t thought of being owned by Mistress Kat in those terms, not really. “Our home base would be here of course, and I would never bar you from seeking out friends and family to connect to or spend time to, but you would be my live in submissive and subject to all that entailed.”

To have it stated so bluntly really hit the notion home to Ali and she just sat there for a moment, thinking, not looking at the older woman, her eyes downcast toward the floor but not really seeing it. Kat sat there, waiting on pins and needles but not saying anything, allowing the girl enough time to absorb the information and make her decision. Of course even if Ali said yes now did not mean it would happen. They could be too incompatible in real life or maybe Ali would think that this really wasn’t for her and want to back out. Whatever she chose Kat would respect the decision.

Ali looked up at Kat once more after what seemed like an eternity of waiting for the older woman. She had been searching for a compatible spirit for so long and Ali just seemed like a perfect fit. She seemed eager and willing, with a strong desire to experiment and an open mind to kink. “I…I still think I want to be yours Mistress, if…if that works out that is.” What felt like a tremendous amount of pressure released in her chest and she felt herself breathe again.

With a nod Kat said. “Very well, then let us consider this our trial period together.” Reaching over to a black box on the end table beside her Kat opened it up and pulled out a black leather collar. “This is your training collar, while you are here this never comes off unless I remove it. Am I understood.”

Ali nodded. “Yes Mistress.”

“Kneel slut.” The command came out firm and hard, making Ali jump a bit but she quickly got to her knees, slightly hunched over, looking down at the ground. Kat talked as she stood, looming over the shorter girl. “We shall need to work on your positions it seems.” Wedging her foot between Ali’s knees she said. “Spread these wider, I want to see that delicious pink cunt. Her foot continued to apply pressure to Ali’s thighs until she was satisfied with their position. The tip of her heel rubbed against the rope, digging into Ali’s pussy, making the girl shudder and moan. “My, my you are a horny slut aren’t you.”

“Yes,” Ali gasped out, her body twitching.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Yes, M-Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress…what…?”

“Yes Mistress, I am a horny slut.” Ali’s face turned bright red but being forced to speak the words made her even more wet.

“Yes you are and we are going to find out how horny you really are. Hands on your thighs, palms up!” she barked suddenly. Waiting until Ali obeyed before she poked her hard in the back. “Straighten up girl, thrust out those pretty little breasts.” Biting her lower lip Ali did straighten up her eyes still looking at the ground. Kat pet her head. “Well at least this is in the proper position, you may not be completely hopeless after all.” she waited for a moment before saying. “Speak up little one, your Mistress just complimented you.”

“Thank you Mistress, for saying I have some potential.”

“You are welcome, but that is something else that will need to change, as of this moment you are my property and while wearing this collar you will no longer address yourself in the first person. You will refer to yourself as, this slut, this whore, this slave, anything along those lines is acceptable, understand?”

“Yes Mistress, I-this…this cunt understands.”

Ali felt the older woman’s hand on her head. The long fingers running through her hair, stroking her head before she scratched Ali behind the ear. “That’s my good girl. Lift your hair for your Mistress slut.”

Ali flushed with pride at being called a good girl. The ear scratch filling her with joy. At the command she hastened to obey. “Yes Mistress. Raising her hands from her thighs Ali pushed her hair up, exposing her neck. She saw as the black leather was brought down in front of her eyes and felt as it pressed against her neck and gasped as it was pulled snuggly against her throat. The click of a lock filled the silence after it was buckled on. Mistress Kat’s hand appeared and a finger hooked through the metal o-ring in the center, pulling on it. “Lovely.” Ali could hear the grin in her voice as her new Mistress hooked a leash on it.