Author's Note: The story takes a little time to setup, but is worth the payoff in the end. I already have two more parts written and a general outline for several more. If this is well received I'll post them.


Part 1

Seeking arrangement.

Samantha had pretty much given up on finding a sugar daddy. At first it seemed like it would be the perfect fix for her financial problems, but two months of lies, fake pictures, broken promises, no-show dates and one attempted rape had just about soured her on the whole idea.

The problem was, Samantha needed the money. She was only 20, but was the single mom to a four-year-old son, the product of a disastrous fling with an older man when she was in high school. The father got out of dodge as soon as he found out she was pregnant and had never even met his son. Worse, her parents never forgave her for the embarrassment her getting pregnant had caused them. They were loving to Andrew, and her mom in particular was invaluable in taking care of him while she finished high school, but Samantha had endured two years of physiological abuse, and decided to go to college four hours away, just to get away from her parents and prove to them that she could raise Andrew on her own. She had managed to do so, barely, but was broke and drowning in debt.

They lived in a one-bedroom low-income apartment not far from campus, and she pretty much lived off of student loan money. She knew doing so was going to be an issue when it finally came time to start paying the loans back after graduation, but she didn't have a choice. Child care costs more than she could earn so her working hours were reduced to what was available to her in between classes and before the school daycare closed. That meant she was limited to a minimum wage on campus job and most weeks less than 15 hours of available hours. The idea of a part time boyfriend that would give her an allowance seemed so perfect, she had gotten incredibly horny at the thought as she filled out her profile. Samantha, known as Sam to what few friends she had, was definitely pretty enough to make such an arrangement worthwhile to someone

Sam had been so naive when she made her profile. She could still vividly remember being flush with both embarrassment and excitement as she carefully worded her profile in one of the school computer labs (Sam didn't have a computer of her own, and no Internet access at her apartment even if she did.) Once she thought she had reached the proper balance of sounding fun interesting and sexy, she attached a couple of vanilla profile pictures and then rushed home and made herself cum at the thought of the rich handsome guy that was going to make all of her problems go away.

She had since figured out the scam. First, while all of the guys who contacted her claimed to be fabulously wealthy, none of them seemed very willing to part with any more than the cost of dinner. Second, they almost always wanted sex on the first date, which she steadfastly refused to consider. The three guys that had actually scheduled another date where allowance was expected were each more disappointing than the last. The first just hadn't shown up, leaving her out the cost of a babysitter, the second had gotten angry when she asked for her allowance, called her a whore and was angry enough that Sam had fled the hotel room in a panic. The last guy insisted that they meet at his house, which seemed nice enough, but he hadn't even planned on feeding her dinner, and wanted to get right to the hanky panky. When she asked for her allowance she was again called a whore, but when she insisted her threw a $20 bill at her face (they had agreed upon a $500 weekly allowance) and then immediately started trying to take her clothes off. He pinned her against a living room wall roughly grabbed at her breasts, then nearly ripping her top clean off when she tried to get away from him.

She kneed him in the balls and fled, not even daring to stop and collect the $20 off the floor and once again realized she would be going home more broke than before. She stopped by the school library computer lab and angrily changed her profile and now the top part just read, "Please quit with the lies. This isn't a game; I haven't eaten in two days and don't have money for groceries because everyone I've met on here has lied about being willing to give me an allowance. If you are not serious and honest about giving an allowance, then leave me alone!"

Anger gave way to tears and she spent 30 minutes in the bathroom trying to get herself together and figure out how she was going to pay her babysitter when she got home. Before she left she stopped by the lab to check her messages and had one from a 40 year old man who lived nearby with username YourWealthyMaster.

"It sounds like you've had a rough time. I take it that you've realized that most of the guys on here are broke and/or married and are just here for the fantasy of pretending that they are successful sex magnets. I am real, very serious and able to provide an ample allowance and willing to prove it. I have to ask though, are you submissive? Do you have experience with or an interest in BDSM? Your profile makes no mention of it, and it's the primary thing I'm looking for. You can read my profile to get a better idea what I'm offering. If you are interested then we can chat.

PS. Do you really not have food to eat or grocery money? If you are interested after reading my profile, send me proof, a photo of a bank statement or something and as a proof of my ability and willingness to be an actually sugar daddy for you, I will meet you somewhere to give you grocery money tonight, no strings attached.

Hope you have a pleasant evening,

Sir"

Sam clung to the promise of money like it was a life preserver and quickly looked at his profile. He wasn't exactly handsome, but not ugly either, just your average soccer dad looking guy. She wasn't turned off by his appearance, and eagerly read his profile:

About Me:

I am a successful businessman and experienced Master looking for a part time slave. I've always dreamed of having a full time 24/7 slave girl, but have learned over the years that real life makes that impracticable. Real people, no matter how kinky, simply can't live like that all the time and stay sane; believe me, I've tried. It's too much work for me, and too intense for you. So what I want is a full time Master/slave total power exchange dynamic, but limited to one night a week and one weekend a month. You would be my slave for as long as we continue our arrangement; you would just be free to live your life and me free to live mine except for our weekly meetings. I am willing and able to provide a weekly allowance in exchange for your servitude.

What I'm Looking For:

You are smart, young, pretty, and deeply submissive. You either have experience with and enjoy being bound, or have always had a deep-seated desire to explore your submissive side, and have just been waiting for the right opportunity.

Sam reread the profile again, stunned by the direct kinkiness of what he wanted. Sam had no experience with BDSM play, but had fantasies about being tied up, even of being, well, if not raped exactly, of at least being "forced" to do things. She wasn't turned off by the idea of kinky sex, but honestly had no clue what he meant by total power exchange slavery. In all honesty, she didn't care, she was just too desperate to be picky, and so went back to his message and responded:

" I'm very serious. The food in my apartment consists of one packet of pop tarts that are for my four-year-old sons breakfast tomorrow. He gets lunch provided at day care, but I have no idea what I'll feed him for supper tomorrow, much less this weekend. I paid for the pizza that he and my baby sitter had for supper tonight with a check that will bounce, as will the check that I now have to write to pay my babysitter. I'm already overdrawn by $79, and it would be more but the bank waved some of the fees for me. I can email you a screen shot of my balance if you give me your email address.

Your profile was very intriguing, but also a little scary. I've always fantasized about being bound, and am very submissive by nature; I've just never had a chance to explore (hard to date much when you are in school, working, and a full-time single mom!)

I'm not going to lie, I really need the money so would love to meet up with you in a public place to get some grocery money and discuss things. It will need to happen soon though because I need to get home and relieve my babysitter. I live just a couple of miles south of the university here in town, so we can meet somewhere near there if that's ok.

Hoping you're real,

Samantha

She hit send and looked through other profiles of "daddies" that were currently online in her area, more out of habit than anything, she had long learned not to trust anything the profiles said. A few minutes later she got another message from YourWealthyMaster.

"Hug! I'm so sorry you've had to go through that. Do send me a screen shot, I believe you but I've also been lied to a good bit on this site. Then, let me get you fed. Lets meet at the big gas station on the corner of College Drive and Parkway; I believe it has a restaurant inside. I can be there in 15 minutes if that works for you. Send the screenshot to wealthymaster@gmail.com and let me know if that time and place works, and I'll meet you there. I'll head that way as soon as I get your message and will be in a red Tesla Model S. I'm not going to be demanding anything of you, the grocery money is just a gift, no strings attached. We can discuss an arrangement if you feel comfortable while we are there. My cell is 209-5120 let me know if you change your mind or will be late.

Look forward to meeting you Samantha!

Sir"

Her heart fluttered from a mix of excitement at the prospect of food and grocery money, and nerves at meeting someone she didn't know who had made clear that he wanted a slave. She logged into her bank account and emailed him a screenshot.

"That would be great. I'm on campus now so will be there in 10 minutes. I'm in an old silver Honda Civic. Thanks for the cell number, but unfortunately I don't have a cell phone at the moment, but I wont be late! Thanks again for this, it means a lot to me!"

Sam logged out of the computer and walked quickly to her car, her heart still beating nearly out of her chest. She drove the ¾'s of a mile to the gas station and parked on the edge of the lot. The fuel warning light had come on when she was on the way to her "date" earlier tonight and she hoped that he was giving her enough money that she could put some gas in her car. Her nerves grew as she waited, and her mind drifted to fantasies of what it would be like to be tied up, to be spanked. She was getting aroused at the thoughts swimming through her head, and felt herself getting wet just as she saw the shiny red Tesla pull into the lot, circle once, then park next to her. He looked just like his profile picture. He waved at her through the glass then got out and walked over to the passenger side and motioned her to unlock the passenger door so he could get in.

Sam had a moment of sheer terror that something bad would happen if she let him in, she had a fleeting vision that he was the wolf from a children's tale at her door trying to trick her into letting him in so he could eat her. It was silly, just her nerves getting to her. She pushed her fear aside, and moved her book bag to the back seat before unlocking the door. She made herself sit up straight and smile as he sat down. She was still dressed for her date, but her top was barley hanging on one shoulder, she had used tape at the computer lab to at least keep from exposing herself, but it was obviously a bad look. Worse, she knew her makeup was a mess from the tears that had flowed freely before. Still, Sam knew she was pretty enough. Slim, and only 5'2" tall with short blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was a little small chested, but her B cups looked bigger on her small frame. She looked him over as he sat down. Not as heavy as he looked in his profile picture, his body just screamed dad bod, which made her smile for real. He looked, well, he looked harmless and was a lot taller than she was expecting... she liked her men tall. He smiled back and held out his hand "You must be Samantha, nice to meet you." They shook hands and he reached into the pocket of his windbreaker and handed her a bank envelope. She opened it and was absolutely stunned. It was stuffed with 20's. Tears of relief sprung to her eyes. "Thank you, oh thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me, but it's too much, I didn't think we were going to be doing anything..." He held up his hand to silence her.

"Samantha, I'm not going to make you do anything. That's $300 and it's a gift, no questions asked. Get your checking account back in the black and feed yourself and your son. If you would like to discuss an arrangement with me we can do so, and I'll fill up your car and take you inside to the sandwich shop in the gas station so you can eat while we chat, but if the thought of being my slave is off putting to you, you can just say thank you and we can both be on our way. I am one of the few people who genuinely do as they say. In the BDSM world trust is everything, and I would never endanger that trust by lying to you. All I ask in return is the same honesty from you."

The tears flowed freely now, gratitude, joy, relief, it was all overwhelming to her. "Thank you so much, no one has ever done anything so nice for me, ever. I'd love to discuss a possible arrangement."

He patted her on the shoulder. "Your welcome. Pull up to a gas pump and lets get you filled up and fed."

She started her car and pulled to the nearest pump. He got out and walked around to the drivers side door, and opened it., holding a hand out to help her out of the car. She took it and stood up, suddenly shivering cold from the brisk fall wind blowing through her ripped blouse. He reached into his jacket and pulled out his car keys and wallet, then reached into his wallet and gave her another $20. "Go in and order dinner. Just get me a bottled water and get yourself as much as you want to eat, don't worry about eating too much, I want you to get your fill. I'll pump the gas and meet you inside."

Sam thanked him again and started to turn away when he grabbed her shoulder. She turned around and he was handing her his jacket. "Put this on, you look cold and your blouse has obviously had a rough night. You can tell me how that happened while you eat."

He turned to pump the gas and she slipped the jacket over her shoulders, it was way too big for her, but she was grateful for the coverage and turned to go satiate her ravenous hunger. She ordered herself a foot-long club sandwich with chips and two cookies and got her mystery man his water, then sat down to dive in. She was already halfway done with the sandwich when he sat down across from her. She swallowed and smiled.

Thank you again for this, what's your name?"

"Just call me Sir for now. Yes Sir, No Sir etc. And don't worry about it. It's a gift. You are a beautiful young woman, and I'm guessing a very brave and wonderful mother. You deserve a lot more than just grocery money. So tell me, what happened to your shirt, is that the impetus behind the update to your profile?"

"Just part of it. Every guy I've tried to meet from there has lied about being willing or able to give me an allowance. Tonight I met a guy for the second time, the first time was just a get to know you dinner, so no allowance was explicitly agreed upon, although obviously I was hoping he would give me something. We agreed then on a 500 a week allowance and setup our next meeting for tonight at his house. I assumed we would be having sex, I mean, I'm not naïve about how this works, but when I got there he got angry at me when I asked for my allowance, called me a whore and when I insisted threw $20 at me and immediately started trying to rip my clothes off. I ran for it and stopped by the school computer lab to vent my frustrations. Not only did I not get an allowance, but I was out the money for a babysitter. It's something that has happened repeatedly. Two different guys no showed on dates, and the 1st guy I met got offended at the idea of an allowance and another was 20 years older and a good 150 pounds heavier than the guy in his profile pic... So yeah, until I met you the whole experience has been a disappointment."

"Well, I am what I say I am, and have no problem giving you an allowance, $500 a week is what you are asking for correct?"

"Yeah, that's what I need to really be comfortable." He interrupted.

"It's 'Yes Sir,' always remember that, it shows respect and submission."

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir, I guess I'm just new to this. I mean, what did your profile mean when you said you wanted a total power exchange relationship?"

"It means Samantha that I would have complete control over you when we meet. Your body would be mine to do with what I want and you will be required to be obedient, trusting, and transparent with me at all times. As a practical matter, it means that you will spend most of our time together bound in some form or fashion, but it also means that you will be trained as a pleasure slave and taught how to best please me. Do you think you could handle that sort of relationship?"

"Yes Sir, I think so. It's sounds a little scary, but I've always wanted to try bondage play, and I think I could do a good job of pleasing you Sir."

"Then lets meet for dinner to discuss our arrangement in more detail. Just dinner... no bondage play, and if we come to an agreement on an arrangement, some shopping afterwards. No sex, no going back to my place, just dinner and conversation. You will of course be given your weekly allowance, and at the end I ask for nothing more than a kiss goodnight. Well, I may grab your ass while I kiss you good night, but outside of that I promise to be well behaved! When would you like to meet?"

Sam laughed at that and bit her lower lit in a seductively cute way before answering.

"I would like that Sir. I can meet tomorrow night I think, if that's not too soon, or next Friday night if you need more time, I just need to double check that my babysitter is available first, but will let you know tomorrow morning. As for you squeezing my butt. I guess if I am to be your slave then it's your butt to do with what you will Sir."

It was his turn to grin. "See you are already thinking like a slave, good girl. Tomorrow is fine. What kind of food do you like?"

They made their arrangements to meet at a swanky Italian place in town that Sam had heard of but never been able to afford. He walked her to her car and opened the door for her. Before closing it behind her he leaned down to speak.

"I have a homework assignment for you. I want you to bring with you a list of things you need. Needs, not wants. If you or your son don't have a good winter coat, well its October and that's a need. If you have a coat but want a more stylish one, that's a want and we can get to those later. Be thorough; don't leave things out because you think you will scare me off. When I said that I will require you to be transparent with me, that means completely honest with me at all times about all things, including your needs. Finally, come mentally prepared to sign some paperwork. A contract detailing the things that I can and can't do to you, and a non-disclosure agreement forbidding you from discussing the details or nature of our relationship, my lawyer insists on it. Any questions?"

"No Sir, I'll email you in the morning to verify being able to get together as soon as I can get Andrew up and about to run up to the school. I don't have a computer or phone so I have to go there to check my email."

"Good night Samantha."

"Good night Sir, and thanks again for everything!"

He shut the door and walked to his car. Sam stopped off at the grocery store to get some much-needed groceries and then went home and paid her babysitter in cash (which felt so good.) She had enough left over to cover her overdraft and the pizza check, which then left her with $35 cash to her name until tomorrow. Then, as long as he was serious about the allowance, she would be able to breath easily for the first time in weeks.

First Date

Her sitter was free and Sam made arrangements for her to watch Andrew the next evening. When the time came to get ready she took extra care to make sure she looked perfect. Her best blouse had been ripped the night before, so she settled on her classic little black dress that showed just enough cleavage to draw the eyes without seeming too slutty. Desirable was what she was going for, he said that there wouldn't be any sex stuff happening, but that was all the more reason to make him really want her. She took extra care with her makeup and even wore her one pair of heels, which she hated and normally avoided.

Her Sir was already at the restaurant when she arrived and was dressed much more dapper than he had been last night. He looked like the wealthy businessman he claimed to be, dressed in an expensive looking tailored suit, the lack of tie and open collar being his nod to casual.

At first the talk was the normal get to know you banter found on first dates everywhere. She learned that his given name was Mark, that he spent most of his working time managing his various investments. He considered himself mostly retired, having been a very early investor in bitcoins that he later sold for millions, cashing in before the inevitable crash. He explained that it was much easier to make lots of money when you already have lots of money, but that bitcoins had been his big break.

He learned that she was studying to become a nurse, not because she had any great love of the profession, but because it was a good way for a single mom to make a living and most hospitals offered student loan repayment plans, which she desperately needed since she had been living off student loan money above and beyond what she needed for what was already an expensive education. That she rarely dated because Andrew consumed her free time, and that she was fine with that, because he was worth it.

Dinner was wonderful, one of the best meals she had ever had, and definitely the most expensive. The bill for the two of them was $145, which he paid without blinking an eye. Once the check was taken care of he pulled out a black leather binder from the seat next to him and put it on the table. "Lets get down to business shall we? Did you do you homework assignment?"

"Yes sir." She reached into her purse and pulled out the folded hand written list she had compiled that afternoon. She thought she had been very through, and had a couple of expensive items on there, like a laptop computer for school and new tires for her car. Most of it was more mundane stuff. Some clothing for her, but most of the items were for Andrew. He was had outgrown his old winter clothes and needed pretty much a whole new winter wardrobe now that it was turning colder. She had listed five sets of warm clothing, new underwear, new shoes, a new coat and several other necessities. He shocked her by just looking it over and saying "Good girl, none of this will be a problem. In fact, I'll add to it; you need a cell phone, its dangerous for a single mom to not have one. And you only wanted two outfits? What you are wearing is nice and you look amazing in it, but it's obviously a very old dress. Last night's outfit was destroyed by that asshole, so lets go ahead and bump that to seven outfits so you will have something new for each day of the week."

She was speechless. He grinned at her expression and opened up his binder and handed her an envelope within. "This weeks allowance of $500, which you will receive every week as long as you fulfill the terms in the contract we are about to discuss. First the NDA."

He handed her a 4 page legal document that looked pretty daunting. "You are more than welcome to read it, but it boils down to you not being allowed to discuss the nature of our relationship with anyone. All you are allowed to say is that I'm a friend, if someone is really nosey say that I'm a friend with benefits. If you break the NDA you are liable for a $10,000 fine per occurrence. The point of all of this is that I serve on the board of several very public organizations, and the kinky nature of my relationships is to never become public knowledge. If you agree to be bound by the Non-Disclosure Agreement, sign it and we can discuss all the other ways you will be bound."

He gave her a corny disarming grin at the last comment. She glanced over the pages, and nothing seemed amiss, so he handed her a pen and she signed and dated it where indicated then handed it back to him.

"Good Girl. Next is what is known as a scene checklist, are you familiar with the term?" "Uhm, no Sir, I don't think so." He pulled out another bundle of paper and slid it over face down.

"It's basically just a list of sex acts and kinky things we might do together. For each item there are three sections. First if you are willing to do it, not willing to do it, or willing to be forced to do it. Then, the next column is a Yes/no so you can indicate if you have done that act before. Next is a scale of 1-5 saying how much you look forward to doing something; 1 means not at all, 5 is you love it or cant wait to try it. Go through and fill out everything. You will notice that some of the items in the list are circled with a line to the side in the margin. Those are things I require you to consent to if you are going to be my slave. On those you will have to circle Willing To do and initial it on the line beside it. Mostly its sex related stuff. I mentioned you would be trained as a pleasure slave. That means your mouth vagina and ass are all available for my use and that you will be trained to expertly use each of them for maximum pleasure. There is other stuff on there too, like including other partners. Part of being a pleasure slave is learning how to please another woman, or even multiple partners at once. The other stuff that is required are all bondage, discipline, or control related things. Feel free to ask me questions about anything you are unsure of."

Sam turned it over and immediately blushed. It began with a couple of paragraphs stating that she agreed to be bound by this document and to do everything she agrees to within to the best of her ability. Then it moved right into all sorts of sex. Receiving anal oral and vaginal sex were all circled as were giving felatio and cunnilingus. Having sex with other male and female partners as directed by her Master were both circled. Consenting to be filmed and photographed was circled. She asked about that and he said that there were security cameras all over his house including in his playroom and that being on camera is unavoidable. "Any sexy videos I take are for my use only, something to enjoy during the rest of the week when you are not there to serve me."

Next came a whole group of circles under the bondage heading. Agree to be restrained, agree to be inescapably bound, agree to strict and severe bondage, agree to mummification play, to the wearing of metal, latex and leather restraint devices and outfits and finally breath play, his explanation of what that entailed only increased her anxiety of it.

The experience column was quickly filled with a long series of circles around NO, and she suddenly felt as if she had lived a very sheltered life, marking no on what even she considered to be fairly mundane things like using of vibrators, or being spanked. The only four times she got to circle YES were for giving and receiving oral sex, masturbating, and having vaginal intercourse.

She worked her way through the list, marking willing for everything that was required and most everything else. She marked NO for getting pierced tattooed or branded, NO for bestiality and nervously marked Yes for all of the required things under punishment and discipline. He had to explain to her the difference between paddling, whipping, spanking and caning, all of which were required. He had to explain what electrical play was, which scared her more than anything else among the required items except for possibly breath play. She finally made it through the list, and , focusing on the much needed allowance, signed and dated her name at the end of it.

He smiled and took her hands in his, holding them gently across the table.

"Very good girl. Finally, here is your slave contract. It states that you will be receiving a $500 weekly allowance above and beyond the cost of any gifts, room and board expenses, and other costs associated with owning a slave that I am required to pay. It says you are bound to follow the scene agreement that we just went over, and that we have the right to revise it by mutual consent once every month to make any changes as you learn more about what you like and don't like as a slave. It also states that you are required to present yourself to me at the place of my choosing one day each calendar week for a period of not less than five hours, and one weekend each month for a time of not less than 36 hours during which time you will be my slave to do with what I will, within the confines of this contract and the scene checklist. I recognize that your having a son may make weekends difficult, but am willing to help you find and pay for child care during your slave weekends.

It states that it requires for you to be obedient and follow my commands without hesitation. It requires that you be trusting and trust that I have a reason for everything I have you do or do to you. It requires that you be transparent and tell me how you feel about our activities and how you feel you are doing mentally physically and emotionally, with complete honesty. We will have a debrief after each week's meet up so you can do just that. Finally it states that if you fail in any of those three things you will be punished and that you accept and want to be punished for your mistakes so that you can learn from them and better please me.

The only scary part for you in there starts at the end of the second page and continues in the third; she turned and read what he pointed to. That means that once you have received your third weekly allowance from me, you agree to remain my slave and follow this contract for a minimum of six months, that you are not able to revoke it until that time has passed, at which time the contract reverts to a month-to-month contract revocable by either party. You can actually revoke it during the six months, but agree to pay me back all of your earned allowance if you do. This contract constitutes a promissory note to that effect and it is legally binding.

Sam was scared and said so, asking why couldn't she break the contract if she decided she couldn't handle being a slave. He placed his hand over hers and cupped it gently. "Samantha, I am a wealthy, semi attractive, reasonably fit man. I can find women to play bondage games with me easily, I've been doing so most of my adult life. What I want is the experience of owning a slave without all of the emotional baggage that goes with it. I want very much for you to be that slave, but are you really a slave if you can just decide to quit being one the first time something happens that you don't like? I think not. So this is actual slavery, or as close as my lawyer suggests is enforceable by law. The reason the three week rule is there is Thor your protection. It gives you two weeks to think about this, including a whole week after our next meeting, which will be your first exposure to what life will be like for you as my slave. So if you decide you hate bondage or hate doing it with me, just revoke the contract, no harm no foul; you keep the two weeks allowance and any gifts you have received.

But, if after a week of thinking about your experiences as a slave next week, you decide to meet with me again then you will have decided that you want to be my slave and you will be exactly that, my slave, for six month. During that time your body becomes my property to do with what I want for our contractually obligated time together."

Sam was scared, hell, she realized her hands were shaking in his. "Samantha, if you don't want to do this just say so, no hard feelings. Better for both of us for you to be honest. But if you are serious about wanting to explore bondage and submission, then this is a great opportunity for you and you should sign so that we can go do some shopping to celebrate."

He removed his hands from hers and handed her the pen. "It's your choice, I think you would be an amazing slave, and I hope you do sign, but it is your decision. I'll give you a couple of minutes to look over everything if you want."

Sam sighed and made herself take a deep breath.

"No sir, it's ok, I'll sign." And before she lost her nerve she did just that.

"You have no idea how much you have pleased me slave. Before we ride over to the mall, I have your first task as my slave for you to perform. What color panties are you wearing slave?"

Sam blushed "Uhm, a black pair of French cut briefs Sir."

"I would like to see them. Go use the restroom before we leave and take them off, then bring them back and give them to me." She turned bright red, and hesitated, not sure what to say.

"Remember slave, obedience and trust. Go now, I would hate to have to punish you so early in your training."

"Yes sir." She got up and walked to the restroom, returning a few minutes later and handing him her balled up panties as ordered. To her horror, instead of immediately putting them away he turned them inside out right there in the middle of the restaurant and looked at the crotch of the flimsy black panties and rubbed his thumb along it. "It feels like my slave girl got excited tonight, does being my slave make your horny?"

Sam hung her head in shame, cheeks turning beet red, well aware of how wet the scene checklist had made her. "Yes sir."

"Good girl. Tell me, are you on birth control? Any medications or illnesses I need to know about?"

"I had an IUD inserted after I had Andrew, I didn't want any more accidents, so I'm covered on birth control. In fact, it's even better than normal birth control because it usually prevents me from having a period at all, maybe a day or two of light spotting at most. And no sir, no medications, nor illnesses. I'm a little out of shape, but healthy."

"Good girl, I think we are going to get along swimmingly. Come along."

They rode to the nearby mall in his car, which was amazing. It was an electric car that had a wickedly cool giant tablet as its center display. The heated leather seats warmed up immediately, for which Samantha was grateful. Her dress wasn't that short, ending a few inches above her knee, but sitting down she was uncomfortably aware of her pussy being exposed to the cool evening air.

The trip itself was uneventful, and they parked in front of the Neiman Marcus. "Ok slave, ground rules for tonight. You are not allowed to say things like "It's too much or you've done enough, or any variation of you don't have to do that. Most of all do not say thank you. Your service is all of the thanks I need. In fact, if you do prattle on with all of the niceties I may very well pull you over my knee and spank you there in the mall. So try to not even look at prices if you can help it. The things I get you tonight are gifts, and a reward for pleasing me, and you signing your contract gave me great pleasure. I will always reward you when you give me pleasure slave; remember that and enjoy being spoiled, you deserve it."

"Yes sir." What followed was amazing. He had her try on six different cocktail dresses that she modeled for him and he picked out and purchased the three he liked best. Sam knew she wasn't supposed to, but she couldn't help but look at the prices as she tried them on, the cheapest of the three had been $375. Next they went to shoes and he asked her to tell him about what shoes she already owned, it was a pitifully short list. The heels she had on, some old sneakers, some sandals and two pairs of flats.

"Tsk. Tsk. That just won't do."

She tried on lots of shoes, and to her absolute horror he bought her a $675 pair of 4-inch red leather stiletto heels to go with the red dress they had just gotten, a pair of $475 black leather knee high boots which he had her wear out of the store, and a $250 pair of tennis shoes that were the most comfortable shoes she had ever tried on. She was horrified at how much he was spending on her, but said nothing. She was smiling and making small talk as they walked out into the mall proper, her hanging on his arm, happily being eye candy for her master while he held her bags. Next they went to a kids clothing store where he insisted on buying seven complete outfits for Andrew plus a winter coat and some rain boots. Prices were more reasonable than at Neiman Marcus, but she was sure that all together it was probably around $700 worth of clothes. This actually made her cry, as most of his clothes were either gifts from her parents (and so reminders of her inability to provide for him) or second hand things she had gotten him at goodwill. When he saw the tears form he must have understood why because he just whispered to her "You are amazing." and kissed her on the forehead.

Next they went to the Apple store and he got her the newest model iPhone and added it to his monthly plan. They got it activated there in the store and then he fiddled with it for a while and explained that he was adding location tracking and logging software, just so that she would know that he had that control over her. She meekly said, "Yes sir" and then quickly forgot about it.

The last stop was Victoria's Secret. It was kind of embarrassing as he picked out several pieces of incredibly sexy lingerie, including a white bridal set and three different bra panty & garter sets. It then got code red crazy levels of embarrassing when he insisted on following her into the dressing room since she couldn't very well model them for him in the store.

They got into the dressing room and she stood there not sure of how to do this. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and then kissed her on the forehead. "Slave, this body belongs to me now, never be ashamed of showing it off to me, in fact I want you to revel in how much it pleases me to see you displayed before me. Now strip and try these things on like a good girl, don't even try and be shy."

"Yes Sir."

He backed into the corner and she gave him the show he wanted, lifting her dress over her head, exposing her shaved nether regions to him in the process. She thought "in for a penny in for a pound" and took off her bra., setting it on the bench with her dress and then forcing herself to put her hands by her side so he could get a good view. He audibly gasped at the sight. Her chest was perfect. Beautifully shaped, perky firm b-cup breasts with the kind of wonderfully thick and long nipples that you can only really get if you've nursed.

"Very good girl. Slowly turn around, then try on the first piece, turn back around when its on."

She couldn't help but to bend over as she got dressed and she knew she was giving him a great show. The surprising thing was that she liked it, he, she was even getting turned on by it, exibitionist qualities she didn't even know she had took over. She put on the white bridal first, taking her time with every moment, wiggling her butt seductivly as she pulled it over her hips and consciously performing a sort of revere strip tease. He told her not to worry about the stockings and had her turn around to face him when she was ready. Sam looked in the mirrors do thought it fit perfectly, it was beautiful and looked amazingly her.

She slowly turned to face him and noticed he was rock hard through his suit pants and saw that he was even flushed in his cheeks; apparently it was getting hot in here for both of them.

He moved in close and whispered into her ear. "Do you have any idea how much you have pleased me tonight slave? I think I'm going to go ahead and get my good nights kiss now." He leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips, a deep passionate kiss that he held while his hands slowly roamed down her back coming to rest on her ass, He gave each two cheek two firm squeezes then let go and backed away.

"Try the rest on and meet me in the store. If I stay in here I may just lose control and take you here in the dressing room." She grinned. In fact, she wanted him, hell she wanted him bad, but she instinctively knew that he felt bound by his promise that there would be no sex tonight, and she was quickly realizing that he was the rare type of person who kept his word, he didn't trust himself to resist the temptation if he had stayed.

Everything fit and she had to admit that she looked wonderfully sexy in each of the outfits, blue, black, and red to go with the dresses she had gotten earlier. Ten minutes later she met him outside the dressing area and he went and paid for their purchases, having bought everything she tried on.

They walked back to his car as she returned to her role as arm decoration for him, going out of her way to walk as sexily and as close to him as she could. As they drove back to the restaurant to get her car, he explained what he expected of her during the week. "First, it's important that you understand, that while you are free to spend your time away from me as you see fit, you remain my slave. Your body belongs to me now and no one else gets to play with it without my permission. That includes you. Do you have any toys, vibrators, dildo's etc?"

"Uhm.... no sir, nothing like that."

"How often do you masturbate slave?"

She blushed "At least once a day Sir."

"Not anymore. This body belongs to me now and you have to ask permission before playing with it. You are strictly forbidden from cumming unless you ask for and are given permission to. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

He made sure that she understood the importance of being honest with him and doing what she was told, then gave her his assignment for the week. "When we meet next Friday I want you to wear the white lingerie you modeled for me tonight, complete with garters and the white stockings. Wear it under your new red dress with your new red shoes. Make sure you are freshly showered and clean shaven, no body hair below the neck is allowed. Finally, you have a homework assignment. I'm going to teach you how to budget and enforce that you keep up with it. After our play on Friday we will go over it and get it setup so I need you to bring me an outline of how you plan to spend your allowance each week, and a detailed list of your monthly bills and any debts you owe and with their interest rates and minimum monthly payments. I'm not going to tell you how to spend your money it's yours. I'm going to encourage you to save as much as you can, and make sure you stay true to the budget goals you have for yourself."

When they got to the restaurant he parked as close to her as he could and then walked her to her car. They kissed goodnight and he pulled her close with his hand on her butt "Remember slave, this body is now mine." He grabbed her ass as he said it. Then opened the door for her and stood there until she drove off.

Andrew was already in bed when she got home. She paid the sitter with a small part of her allowance and made arrangements for her to sit with him again next Friday. She pulled out her phone and basked in the glory of the home Internet access it gave her. She downloaded some games she had heard about for Andrew and logged into her SeekingArrangment.com profile and set it to hidden. She thought over the nights activities, tried to add up how much he had spent on her and realized it had to have been over $3000 plus her allowance. Further googling revealed that his car cost more than $100,000! Wealthy indeed. She felt more relaxed than she had in months, as the weight of her financial burdens lifted from her body.

As she lay there on the couch thinking about her night Sam realized just how incredibly horny she was and by reflex stared rubbing herself before remembering what Sir had said. Well she thought, he did say I just had to ask permission. She picked up her phone and saw that he had added himself as a contact so sent him a text.

"Thank you again for everything Sir, tonight was one of the best nights of my life, all thanks to you."

"You are welcome Slave."

"Sir... This slave is very horny right now, may I have permission to cum?"

Twenty long agonizing seconds passed before the reply came: "Call Me."

She dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring. "Where are you slave, and what are you wearing?"

"Uhm, I'm just laying on the couch, Andrew is asleep in bed, and I'm still wearing the dress I wore tonight."

"Put me on speaker phone, then strip completely nude and sit in the middle of the couch, slouching down so that your ass is on the edge of the couch and you are leaning back into the cushion. When you are in position lay the phone on your chest and ask me for permission to touch yourself."

Sam had been horny, now she was dripping wet. She could feel the cool air on her wetness as she took off the dress and bra. She sat down as instructed and lay back before resting the phone on her chest. "May I please touch myself Master?"

"Where do you want to touch yourself slave?"

"Please let me rub my pussy Master."

"Whose pussy is it?"

"Oh Sir, it's your pussy."

"Good girl. I want my pussy on display. So before you can touch it I want you to bring your knees up towards your chest and then spread them as wide as you can, then start rubbing slave."

She felt so exposed and vulnerable sitting like this, and realized she loved how it made her feel. She closed her eyes imagined that he was there in the room with her and started rubbing herself; slowly at first but then settling into a quicker rhythm. Her breathing became more rapid and she quickly felt a climax approaching.

"Oh Master. May I cum?"

"Beg me slave, you have to convince me that you need it."

"Oh Master, I'm so close, I'm so horny, I need to cum so badly."

"Are you a bondage slut?"

"Yes Sir, I'm your bondage slut and I need to cum, please master."

"I can hear the need in your voice slave. Rub yourself faster but do NOT cum until I say so."

"Oh Master I'm about to cum."

"No, you do not yet have permission. Send me a picture of yourself in your position first. If I am pleased I will let you cum." Samantha didn't even hesitate, the opened the camera app and held the phone out to take the picture. She didn't care how she looked; she didn't care how exposed she was, she just needed to cum. She snapped several pictures and sent him the best of them.

She heard the text beep on his phone over the speaker. "Very good girl. Keep rubbing but don't cum till I say. He started counting down: "Five... Four... Three... " There was a 3-5 second gap between numbers and Sam was doing everything she could to hold back the tidal wave that was threatening to overwhelm her." "Oh please master."

"Two... One... Cum for me slave, CUM NOW!"

Sam screamed in ecstasy as the wave of pleasure swept through her, burning her with the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Her legs started shaking, her whole body was quivering as the residual waves of pleasure racked through her body. She finally lowered her legs and was overcome with exhaustion. She was suddenly aware of her Masters breathing on the phone. "Very good girl. Goodnight slave."

"Thank you Sir, goodnight!"

Sam the Slave

The weekend passed without her hearing from her Sir, and, while she thought of asking him for permission to cum, she decided to test her willpower and save her sexual energy for Friday. That noble thought lasted until Monday afternoon, when he emailed her instructions for Friday.

I hope your week is going well slave. I'm going to be out of town for a couple of days, so wanted to go ahead and give you your instructions for Friday night while I had time... Friday I will send you my address. You are to arrive there at 7:00pm, don't be late. Wear the outfit we discussed and when you arrive at my house come in the front door, no need to knock. When you enter remove your dress and hang it on the coat rack on the left side of the hall. You will see a white blindfold and a pair of handcuffs on the rack. Put on the blindfold then kneel down on the rug in front of you, sit up straight, and then cuff your hands behind your back. I will collect you shortly after.

Ps. Don't forget your homework assignment!

PPs. Make sure you wear your panties over your garters, not underneath.

Sir

Reading it made Sam hot... very hot. Two days of pent up horniness were suddenly released and she felt herself getting wet, she reached down under her panties and touched herself... she was in fact very sloppily wet. She started rubbing herself only to remember that she needed to ask permission first. She replied to his email:

Sir, reading that has made this slave very horny... May I rub your pussy? I really need to cum.

She kept stroking herself, slowly, just keeping the fires hot while she waited for permission to do the deed for real. A couple of minutes past, and already she felt a climax lurking just below the surface. Her phone buzzed to announce his reply.

I'm on the runway waiting to take off so can't call you, and you are only allowed to cum when it pleases me. So no slave, you may not cum today. Send me your class schedule and I'll see if I can work something out with our schedules so that we can chat.

Friday will be here soon. Stay strong for me slave!

PS. No touching!

She thought briefly of cheating, it's not like he could possibly know, but he had already done so much for her, she wanted to be a good girl for him. With a sigh Sam forced herself to withdraw her hand from her panties, which she realized had gotten soaking wet, she was going to have to change. She tried to tamper down the fire that had built inside her, but a low grade level of arousal never really went away. She sent him her schedule for the rest of the week, but Monday passed without a reply.

She woke up Tuesday to an email from her Master but it wasted little time breaking the bad news.

It doesn't look like we are going to have a chance to play over the phone this week. My plane lands at 4:00pm Friday, so I need you to be strong for me and not give in to temptation. Just focus on how good I am going to make you feel Friday.

Sir

Sam had a rough week. She stayed almost constantly horny and had to resort to wearing panty liners to keep from showing her wetness through her scrubs when she was at class. Still, as horny as she was, as Friday slowly approached her nervousness grew. She wanted it, she was thinking of it all the time, but it was still scary, and got only scarier as Friday drew closer.

Friday finally arrived and it was all Sam could do to concentrate on getting through her day. She picked Andrew up from daycare at 3:15 and let him watch tv while she took a bath and started getting ready. When it came time to shave her bikini area she felt teasing shocks of pleasure with each stroke of the razor. She wanted so badly to give in, she knew it would just take a few seconds and she would have relief, but she was determined to be a good girl.

After her bath she locked the bedroom door and started getting dressed. First came the white satin bustier. As she got it into position she felt how the cups lifted her boobs, making them look bigger as they rose over the top of the cups. The bottom two thirds of the bustier was a mix of satin and lace, the sheer lace parts hinting seductively of her body underneath. Next came the white satin garter and the sheer white thigh high stockings, the garters proving harder to hook up than she thought, having never tried to wear any before.

Finally, she pulled on the white satin thong. It covered her most private area with a soft satiny embrace. She looked in the mirror and realized that the whole thing just screamed "please fuck me." That was fine with her. Satisfied that everything was in place, she covered herself with a t-shirt and shorts and went to the bathroom to start the long process of applying her makeup and styling her hair.

She got a text and looked down to see the message from her Sir:

"I'm home, and very excited to see you tonight slave. My address is 1680 Ridgetop Lane It's the one with lighted brick columns and wrought iron gate, your gate code is 6969. I'll see you at 7:00pm don't be late!"

The text made the reality of the situation suddenly very clear She was soon to be tied up and helpless with a man she barely knew. She was terrified. After a few moments she responded:

"I won't be late. Sir... I'm very scared."

She saw that he was responding but it seemed to take forever for his reply to arrive, but when it did it helped calm her nerves. It read:

"I know slave. That's very normal, this is all very new to you. Your nerves will only get worse as the moment approaches, but stay strong and be a good girl for me. Because you've never done this before, tonight you will have a safe word. If you say RED I will stop whatever it is I'm doing and we will talk. If you desire, I will then untie you and let you leave with your allowance, and then that will be the end of our arrangement. Being a slave girl isn't for everyone, which is why you aren't truly my slave until next week.

Tonight is going to be fun. An evening of easy bondage and orgasms. My guess is that within 5 minutes of arriving your nerves will be gone and you will be lost in pleasures you can't imagine. So set your nerves aside. Can you do that for me slave?"

The thing about having a safe word helped. As did the gentle reminder of the allowance waiting on her. She responded "Yes Sir." And continued getting ready. Her sitter came at 6:30 and commented on how great she looked and hoped she had a good date. Sam was a nervous wreck, but according to her GPS it was just a 10-minute drive; she could go nice and slow and concentrate on driving.

Before she knew it she was turning unto Ridgetop lane, which turned out to be aptly named. The road ran along a high ridge overlooking the city and most of the houses on it were huge multimillion dollar mansions. 1680 turned out to be the 7th house on the left, and had a stunning city view. She pulled into the driveway 10 minutes early and entered her gate code, which then beeped and swung open She pulled into the circular drive and took stock of her impressions of his house. It was surprisingly modest compared to many in the neighborhood. It wasn't small by any means but it was smaller than many of the mansions she had just passed. It was a two story brick house with a decorative wrought iron storm door and a huge bay window that let her see into what looked to be a richly appointed formal dining room.

She was early and so pulled out her smart phone looked up the address on Zillow. It said it was worth 2.3 million. Sam's jaw dropped. Some of the other houses on this street topped 10 million, she had no idea there were that many wealthy people in her area. She wondered if any of the others had slaves.

It was 5 till seven but she couldn't wait any longer, she felt like she would lose her nerve if she didn't go ahead and get in there and get handcuffed. Once that happened she would not be able to give in to her instinct to flee. It was safer that way. She got out of the car, struggling to walk on the cobblestone driveway in her 4 inch heels. She made it to the door, took a deep breath and opened it. She gasped. The entryway was beautiful with mahogany hardwood floor and richly detailed cream colored crown molding over deep red walls. She could peer down the hallway in front of her and saw that it lead to a great room on the back side of the house, and had several wide openings on either side, leading who knows where. To her left there was a coat rack and her eyes were drawn to the white leather blindfold and steel handcuffs hanging on pegs next to several sets of car keys. Below was a marble topped entryway table with a a large vase of flowers and an envelope that said For My Slave. She shut the door behind her and was immediately struck by how warm the house was and how good it smelled, the scent of a wood burning fireplace that he must have going mingled with an exotic spice smell that she couldn't place, but loved. She opened the envelope and inside saw five $100 bills and a small hand written note:

Though I've spent the week half a world away, my mind has always been here, thinking of this moment when you become mine.

Sir

Sam was still nervous, but she felt herself grow flush and the all too familiar feeling of lust that had been her constant companion all week returned. She took the envelope and put it in her little clutch and sat it on the table, then pulled off her red dress, lifting it over her head and hanging it on the peg next to her blindfold . She grabbed the blindfold and heavy cuffs from their pegs and knelt down on the soft white fur rug in front of her. She put the blindfold on and immediately started shaking. Before she lost her nerve she locked the cuffs on one wrist, then brought her hands behind her and as a whimper escaped her lips cuffed the other behind her back. Even dressed only in lingerie she still felt warm, but that didn't stop her from shivering from her nerves. The blindfold and cuffs were an aphrodisiac. Her breath grew ragged as her arousal grew and she felt herself soaking the slinky white thong with her juices. Still, she waited, waited for what seemed like an eternity until a clock chimed in a nearby room. She jumped at the surprise of it, and counted as it chimed seven times. As soon as the last chime faded away she heard footsteps approaching. Growing louder as they strode purposely towards her and then suddenly two quiet steps as his feet reached her rug. Sam felt him kneel down in front of her and then one arm was around her waist as his free hand gently pulled her head back by her hair and then his lips were on hers. She felt the longing in his kiss, the urgent need of his lips on hers. She returned it, her nerves suddenly overwhelmed by passion. The kiss seemed to last forever and she was almost disappointed when his lips finally did part from hers, ending with a gentle nibble on her lower lip which made her softly moan.

"My god slave, you look amazing. Did you miss me?"

"Oh yes Master, I've been thinking of you all week."

"And have you been a good girl for me, have you been able to keep from touching yourself while I've been gone? "

"Yes sir, I've wanted to so badly the past few days, but I've been good."

"Good girl. Do you know what happens to good girls? They get rewarded."

Suddenly his hand was pressing down on her panties, the other still holding her up by her waist. His lips returned to hers but more playfully this time, darting in and out while his started rubbing her through her panties. She moaned and leaned into him, gyrating her hips with his touch.it took less than a minute before she needed to cum. Her words came in a raspy gasping breath between kisses "Maaaaster, pl-please m-may I cum?"

His lips barely withdrew from hers even as his hand continued its expert rubbing and she could fell his breath as he answered. "Are you going to keep being a good girl for me slave?"

"Oh sir, Yes Master."

His pace quickend; " Do you promise to devote yourself to my pleasure, and commit to use all of your body, and all of your intellect in the single minded purpose of pleasing your Master? "

"Oh yes Sir!"

"Good girl. Wait for me to give you permission, hold out just a little bit longer."

His lips returned to hers, more passionately this time, his tongue dancing around hers. Ever few seconds he would pull away to breath out a countdown from 5, and when he finally reached zero she collapsed unto him as soon as he said "Cum for me slave" her body involuntarily still twitching against his hand as she was overwhelmed by the intensity of the orgasm that had been building for seven days. She felt her brain shutting down from the sensory overload and must have even momentarily blacked out because suddenly he was beside her instead of in front of her and she felt herself being lowered to lay on the rug on her side. She could feel her legs quivering and through the post orgasmic haze felt the wetness dripping down her thighs.

As she lay there with her head on his thigh and his hand on her hip, she realized with embarrassment that the rug under her butt was wet. "You should have warned me that you were a squirter slave."

She felt her cheeks turn red. "I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know that I was, I've never done it before. " She was worried that he would be angry that she had ruined his expensive rug, but she needn't be. He just gently patted her on the butt and said.

"You don't have to be sorry about anything slave, you are amazing, angelic even. How many people can claim to have an angel as a slave? Are you thirsty, would you like some water?"

"Yes sir, please."

He got up and she heard his footsteps recede towards the kitchen. She lay there in a puddle of her own juices, still enjoying the glow of her post orgasmic haze, nerves completely gone. He returned and helped her sit up and then held a straw to her lips. She sucked on it eagerly and was refreshed by the cool clean water sliding down her throat. When she had her fill she let go of the straw and thanked him. He helped her get to her feet and then stood in front of her.

"I am now going to collar you slave. A collar is a symbol of my control over your body and of my ownership of you mind body and soul. Do you wish to wear my collar?"

She nodded "Yes Sir, I am your slave." She wasn't sure what to expect, and was surprised by the weight of the collar slipping around her neck. It was cool, metal of some kind, and heavier that she was expecting. He had to pry It open to get it around her neck and when he closed it fit snugly. He twisted it a little to get it aligned properly and then she felt him using some sort of screwdriver on the back of it. When he was done he gave it a tug but the collar didn't budge, it was locked on.

"Keep your legs spread a little wider than shoulder width apart slave." She spread her legs and felt him as he knelt back down in front of her. "You don't need these anymore." He grabbed her thong in both hands and peeled it down her legs, guiding her legs momentarily close together then guiding first one foot then the other to step out of them. She felt a warm soft towel rubbing against her labia, then down each thigh as he cleaned up the mess she had made with her orgasm.

Satisfied, she felt him stand up then felt him clip something to the front of her collar, and then without preamble said "Follow." She felt the tug of a leash on her collar and blindly stepped forward. It was hard to walk in her heels without being able to see, but he went at a slow pace. After a dozen steps or so he turned her in circles a few times and then led her in a new, unknown direction. They walked a short ways before he pulled her to a halt by her leash and she heard a soft *beep* and heard a door open. He pulled her inside by her leash and she followed for just a handful of steps before stopping her and spinning her face away from him. He pulled her in close to him she felt is chest and stomach pressing against her arms. He twisted slightly to one side and then her cuffed hands were resting against his erection, straining against what felt like sweatpants.

She pulled her hands away instinctually, but he twisted her so that they brushed up against him. "Whenever you are in a position where you can play with your Masters cock, you need to do so. Show me how well you can rub it while I get your bondage sorted." She complied, grabbing his cock through the sweatpants and gently stroking and tugging on it as she felt the first ropes on her skin. He was wrapping loops of rope against each of her wrists above her cuffs and when he had several in position he somehow cinched her two wrists together and tied it off. She felt him lean down, his cock leaving her hands as he unlocked and removed her wrists cuffs. Even though the cuffs were gone her hands were still bound firmly behind her back. He stood back up and took the free end of the rope and ran it up along the small of her back, looping it under her left armpit before crossing it over her left shoulder, around the top of her back and over her right shoulder, then back underneath her right arm and cinching the rope back to the rope where it ran up her back between her shoulder blades. Sometime during all of that her hands found themselves on his cock again and she was satisfied to hear him breathing hard as she brought him what pleasure she could.

Once the rope was cinched she could feel how the pressure of the rope encouraged her to keep her shoulders back and chest out, and knew that here boobs were probably nearly spilling out of her bustier with her jutting them out like this. She felt another rope in his hands. This one he tied off to the cinch between her shoulder blades before wrapping it several times around her arms just above the elbow, then cinching the ropes, forcing her elbows to get close together. It didn't hurt, but it was a little uncomfortable. She felt him tie off the excess rope and then his hands were on her shoulder and he reached down and kissed her on her neck. His hands slid down her chest, pulling the cups of her bustier down and exposing her breasts. Sam gasped in pleasure as he firmly grabbed her breasts and stroked her sensitive nipples between thumb and forefinger.

She felt the wetness returning between her legs and knew then she wanted him inside of her, needed him inside of her. She leaned forward as best as she could against his embrace and rubbed her naked ass against this cock, hoping he would take the hint. He thrust his erection between her cheeks and nibbled gently on her earlobe before whispering "Tell me how bad you need this slave." She ground herself against him as best as she could "Oh master please! This slave needs you inside her."

He spun her around so that she was facing him and then she gasped he put one arm under her butt and the other around her back and picked her up off the ground. She was awed by how strong he was, how easily he carried her across the room and then to her surprise sat her down in some sort of leather hammock. He centered her in the middle of it and then guided her bound arms through a window in the middle of the leather swing she realized she was laying in. Her head came to rest on a leather strap suspended between the two chains holding that end of the swing up off of the ground.

He lifted each leg off the ground and had her lift them high up into the air, and then spread them wide. They came to rest in two slings stirrups hanging from the chains holding the bottom end of the sling off the ground. She realized that the whole swing was hanging from the ceiling by the four chains at the corners of it, and now her legs were held spread wide by the stirrups hanging from the chains. He stood between her legs and she felt him lay something on her stomach. He then leaned down over her and she felt his exposed cock sliding on her tummy and then down between her legs as he bent over and took her right nipple in his mouth.

Sam gasped and then quietly moaned as he started sucking and licking on one nipple, while firmly stroking and pinching the other with a free hand. He leaned back, pulling on her nipple with his lips as he pulled up off of her, causing another moan.

He spoke loudly. "Tell me Samantha Bryant, what are you?"

"I'm your slave sir." His hand slid down her chest and came to rest right over her clit.

"do you like being tied up Samantha?"

"Oh yes Master." His fingers started stroke up and down her clit, slipping down between the folds of her pussy occasionally to pick up fresh lubrication. Her breathing grew faster and she let out a low moan of pleasure.

"Are you a bondage slut?"

"Oh yes Master, I'm your bondage slut."

"Good girl. Do you know what happens to bondage sluts? They get fucked."

With one hard stroke he pushed his cock inside her. She screamed out from the shock of it and by the time he had pulled partially out and pushed deeper inside her, she was cumming. She moaned and her body shook from the convulsions. She could feel her vagina clenching down around his cock. He put his hand on her tits and used them as leverage to swing her up and down on his cock, standing still while the swing did the work of fucking him.

"Did I give you permission to cum slave?"

"No sir"

"But you just did didn't you slave."

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir It just happened so fast I didn't even realize it until it was already happening. "Her words came out in a tilted stutter as her body shook with each new thrust of his cock.

"Are you allowed to cum without permission?" He thrust into her in time with each word.

"No sir, I'm sorry sir."

"Then you agree that you should be punished?"

Her response came out in a whine mingled with pleasure. "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir."

He roughly pulled out of her and walked around to one side of the room. She gasped as she felt the head end of her sling lowering, and it didn't stop until her head was hanging below her chest. She felt him straddle her shoulders and then his wet cock was against her lips. "Clean my cock slave."

She hungrily took it into her mouth, smelling and tasting her musk as she sucked and licked him clean from tip to balls. He pulled it out of her mouth and walked away. Her head started rising again and soon she was in her original lounging position. She heard him fiddling with something and then felt him pinching her left nipple roughly between two fingers. She gasped and then moaned painfully when his fingers were replaced by the crushing grip of a nipple clamp. He repeated the treatment on the right one and when he was done she was panting from the pain of it.

She felt his cock at her entrance, hovering there teasingly just half an inch inside her. He reached down and grabbed the chain connecting her to clamps used them to pull her and the swing down unto his cock until it was buried inside her. She screamed out in pain, in pleasure, in lust and in fear. Her scream turned into a moan as he let go of the chain and started fucking her.

"I'm so sorry sir, I wont cum without permission again!" He laughed. "Do you think the clamps are your punishment slave? No, they are just there to tamper the pleasure down a little, and because I love the way they look on you. No, your punishment for cumming without permission is more cumming. I'm going to make you cum until you are begging me to do anything else."

He started really pounding her pussy hard and she felt another orgasm approaching, slowed this time by the constant movement of her clamps as his thrusts bounced the sling around. Finally, she was getting close and she asked him for permission to cum.

"Beg for it slave."

"Oh please master, please let me cum."

"And why should I slave, are you a sex addict?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you need it?"

"Oh god please Sir."

"Tell me what a bondage slut you are."

"Oh master I'm such a bondage slut, please let your bondage slut cum."

She felt him pick up whatever it was that had been resting on her stomach and then he said "Cum for me Slave." As soon as he started speaking she heard a loud buzzing sound and then her mind just exploded from sensory overload as a super powerful vibe was pushed against her clit. Her orgasm hit her immediately and again she felt herself clenching down around his cock, actually pushing it nearly out of her with the force of her muscle contractions.

She yelled out then moaned a guttural animalistic scream of pure ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body. She felt her half numb bound arms twitching limply underneath her and moaned more softly as the orgasm finally started to subside. He returned to his prior rhythm of deep hard strokes inside her, she felt his balls slapping against her with each one. The vibe stayed right where it was on her clit and it wasn't long before she felt herself getting close again.

"Oh master please let me cum."

"For the next 30 minutes slave you don't have to ask permission, you may cum as much as you can." His pace quickened and she exploded in another orgasm, not as earth shattering as before but still strong. As she was finishing up she felt him twitching inside her and then with a few deep breaths he was cumming inside her, his cum mixing with hers. Her clit was getting tender and so she said "Oh thank you master, that was amazing." He laughed. "Do you think you are done slave? That's just two orgasms, I'm sure we can get at least 5 more out of you." He pressed the vibe down tighter against her clit and just left his cock resting inside her.

"Oh master its getting too sensitive. I need a break."

"I know you do slave, but you are not getting one. Bondage sluts who cum without permission have to learn the consequences. This doesn't stop until you've convinced me it will never happen again. You can do that by coming up with a suitable punishment. When you come up with something sever enough, I'll stop."

It was too much, she tried to pull away form him but had no leverage with her arms hanging uselessly underneath the swing, she was melded into the swing and couldn't escape the vibrator. She begged, she moaned , she screamed, and he said nothing. Then, she felt another orgasm come crashing down, smaller than before but still amazing, she moaned in brief pleasure only for that to be immediately replaced with genuine pain as her now super sensitive clit rebelled against the assault.

She felt him pull out of her, and then somehow manage to keep the vibe pressed against her clit as he circled around to her head, stood up on his tiptoes and placed his slopping wet semi hard cock on her face. "Clean it slave." She was panting from the exertion of her ecstasy and have crazed from the buzzing between her legs, but she eagerly took him inside her, noticing the taste of his come layered with hers. She sucked him clean and was twitching under him as another orgasm hit. She turned her head to clear his cock from her mouth and screamed.

She was spasming in the sling as another orgasm followed immediately after and then she was begging him to stop. They weren't at all pleasurable now, just a momentary pause followed immediately by more intense pain. She started pleading, begging him to spank her instead, to whip her, anything to just please let her stop cumming. He said nothing as her pleas became more and more depraved. "Please cane my tits sir. Please whip my ass, please punish me any other ways than this it's too much. He still kept his silence until one last orgasm finally hit, her back arching off the sling as her whole body went tense and finally, mercifully, he turned off the vibe. She lay there incoherently babbling trying to say she was sorry but the words just not forming in her muddled brain. She felt a flash of pain in her nipples as first one clamp was removed, then another, she whined in pain as the blood rushed back into her assaulted nipples. She finally found her voice and tears spring from her eyes. She spoke between sobs

"I'm so sorry master! "

"Shhhhh! Don't be, you were amazing slave." He reached down and softly pulled a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking the blood into it, making the pain fade away. He repeated it with her other nipple. Then lay his head gently on her chest.

"Are you going to whip me now Master?"

"No, of course not slave. You've just had your punishment, and so you are back to being perfect again, no need for a whipping. He put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently. You handled it so wel, I thought you might use your safe word, but you didn't!!! I am so proud of you slave." I think you've had enough fun for one night, how about we just go snuggle up in front of the fire. Did you bring your homework assignment with you?"

To be honest Sam had forgotten all about the safe word, or would have used it, but decided to keep that a secret, she loved how strong and confident his praise made her feel, and didn't want to ruin it. "Yes Sir, its in my purse."

"Good girl. Lets change up your bondage a little." She heard him walk away and then felt both ends of the swing rising, higher and higher. She whimpered in fear, not knowing how high she was when it stopped.

"Shhh, its ok slave, I'm just going to untie your arms."

He was standing under her, the sling having been raised to his height. She felt him working the knots between her shoulder blades and then her elbow cinch sprung loose. He took his time, slowly and carefully untying unwinding and uncinching until her arms and wrists were free. He returned and wrapped a wide, soft leather cuff around her right wrist, then a matching one on her left. The swing lowered her down and then he was removing her shoes from her feet and then her legs from the stirrups. He put his arms around her and helped her sit up then gave her a gentle kiss before helping her to her feet.

Sam could barely stand her body was so spent from the night's activities. He had her lift her hands above her head and then pulled off her bustier, leaving her wearing only her collar, garter, and stockings. She was having a hard time keeping her balance with her unsteady legs and so reached to take off her blindfold, but he grabbed her hands and pulled them down by her side. "Leave that on for now slave. Here, let me guide you."

He brought her wrists together in front of her and clipped her cuffs together with a quicklink. Pulling on her now bound wrists he carefully led her past the two tripods holding the cameras that had recorded Samantha's performance, then he shifted position and walked beside her with his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her to a stop at the door. Again she heard a soft *beep* and heard the door click open. They walked slowly, the cold floor on her bare feet making her realize that she was getting chilled. She felt goosebumps spring up on her flesh but then they turned into a room that was warmer. The smell of the fire was stronger here and he surprised her by scooping her off of her feet and carrying her the last bit before setting her down gently on a thick warm blanket that was draped over a large chaise lounge big enough for two. She lay back and her head found a soft, warm cushion. Her Master kissed her again gently on the lips then she heard him stoking and putting fresh logs on the fire.

His footsteps faded but then soon returned just as she was noticing the increased warmth from the fireplace on her left side. She felt him sit something on her lap, and felt it with her hands. It was a box of some kind, but she had no idea what was inside. Her Master climbed on to the lounge and lay next to her. She could feel his body next to hers, his soft t-shirt and sweat pants in stark contrast to her nakedness. He reached over her and grabbed the fire warmed half of the blanket they were laying on, draping it over her body, it was so warm and luxurious, and was softer than anything she had ever felt. She melted into its warmth and then his arm was under her neck, pulling her closer to him, her head laying on his shoulder.

"Close your eyes slave." Before she even realized what was happening he had removed the blindfold from her head. He leaned over and gently kissed her between the eyes. "Now open them." Samantha gasped. They were laying on a wide white leather chase lounge that was covered with a giant polar bear skin rug which she was now half cocooned in. To the left was a large marble fireplace & mantle surrounded by a darker tile which she didn't recognize, but all of that was taken in secondarily. What made her gasp was the view in front of her. The chaise pointed towards a floor to ceiling glass wall overlooking the city below them. The lights of the buildings and streets set against the darkness was overwhelmingly beautiful.

She looked at him and he had a wonderful grin on his face. "Like the view slave?"

She nodded her head. "It's beautiful Sir." He lifted the cover off her chest and rested his hand on her left breast. And then, staring penetratingly at her naked body said. "I agree slave; the view is quiet wonderful." He gently tweaked her nipple then covered her back up with the blanket. He reached down to his lap and pulled up the sheet of paper from her purse. Let take a look at your homework assignment slave.

He unfolded the paper and read it intently. "Is this everything Slave?

"Yes Sir."

"Let's set aside the student loan debt for now, that's a problem for another day. Outside of that you have three credit cards with a combined balance of 3400, at interest rates of between 19 and 24% and with minimum monthly payments of $145. You say you average $75 per month on electricity, $40 on water. $200 on food, which seems low to feed two people. $50 on gas and $375 a month for rent, which also seems low. Finally, your largest monthly expense of $400 a month for daycare.

So total average monthly expenses come to 1285, let's call it an even $1300. It shows you have a minimum amount of income, averaging $400 per month take home pay, leaving you a monthly shortfall of $900. How do you make up for that?"

"Student loans Sir. I always take out enough every semester to have money to live on until the next semester."

"I see. I didn't know they let you do that. Lets move on to your proposed budget." He brought the other sheet of paper to the top. "Ok, this looks good. $2000 a month in allowance plus your continued $400 income. You've added funds to your food budget and budgeted in money for eating out and entertainment expenses. Yes, this looks a lot more realistic, and you have budgeted saving $500 and paying down 300 in additional credit card debt each month which I agree is a good goal to shoot for. Good girl, you did an excellent job with this."

"Thank you Sir."

He stared into her eyes and grinned "Let's get it entered in your computer shall we?"

She had a confused look on her face, but he lifted the covers to revel the box he had sat in her lap. It was a new 13" Apple MacBook Pro laptop. He reached down and lifted the lid off the box, "Go ahead, pick it up and open it."

She pulled the laptop out of the box, it was so light! She saw that there was a charging cable underneath but she ignored that and set the box on top of the covers before bringing her knees up and propping the laptop open against them. She was giving him a hell of a view she knew, but she was his slave. The computer was already on and showed a screen saver prompting her for a password She looked at him questioningly and he smiled. "It's slavegirl. One word, all lowercase."

Her heart fluttered as she typed it in, her cuffed wrists making it difficult. There was a website open that he explained was her new budgeting software. He explained that he would be requiring her to log all of her purchases and expenses on the computer or her phone and that the two apps would sync with each other. He had taken the liberty of creating her a new email address, samanthaslavegirl@gmail.com and used it to setup her budget account as well as her dropbox account and her Microsoft Office account. In each case the password was SlaveGirl1! There was other software on the computer that he didn't tell her about. He had installed a keylogger as well as a surveillance suite that would allow him to remotely turn on the computers camera and microphone without her knowledge.

Once they were finished going over everything he put the computer back in its box and set it on the floor. He motioned for her to sit up and she did, the blanking falling off of her shoulders. He reached down and uncovered her legs Exposing her completely he kissed her on the lips and grabbed her breast with one hand. His kisses moved to her neck and became more passionate and she could feel the heat coming off of his lips. She felt his cock stiffening in his sweatpants and decided to do something about it. She reached down and using two hands pulled down his pants to mid-thigh, He raised his butt up off the chaise to make it easier for her. She bit her lower lip seductively and the shifted her position to sit Indian style facing his crotch then leaned down and hungrily took him in her mouth. She took her time, and kept up a steady rhythm even when her neck and mouth started to tire. Her muscles started to burn from the exertion but she took pride in suffering for her Master and still kept up the same steady rhythm. He lay there on his back watching her, absentmindedly playing with her breasts as she worked, occasionaly looking directly into the cameras hidden on either side of the chaise. Finally, she felt his cock begin to twitch in her mouth and then felt his salty, sticky semen shooting into her mouth and down her throat. She deep throated him as best as she could and eagerly sucked down every last drop.

Afterword they lay there silently snuggled up by the fire for another 15 minutes until it was time for her to head home. He had her turn around so he could remove her collar and then helped her get dressed. The panties were to soaked to wear so she put them in her purse. He held her close by the door and looked down and gave her a quick kiss. "Will I be seeing you next week slave?"

"I wouldn't miss it for anything Sir." He watched her get into the car and drive up to the gate, which opened automatically. She turned right unto the road and was gone.