EXTRACT FOR
SEDUCED INTO SLAVERY
(Author Unknown)

   CHAPTER 1 - BECOMING SLAVE ROBYN

    

    At eight o'clock the next morning a small alarm clock placed next to Robyn's cage went off, and a sexy female voice said, "It is 8am, time to suck your Master's cock."

    Robyn was stiff and her body was sluggish, but she reached through the wire-like bars to open the latch to her cage. It was a symbolic imprisonment, as George had explained that he expected her to remain where he put her without actual locks. Once she extricated herself from the dog crate, Robyn crawled up onto the bed. She saw that he appeared to be sleeping, but the way the blanket over his crotch was tented, she could tell that his cock was already wide awake. 

    She slipped under the covers and saw it was angled upward, so she lowered her mouth over his staff and she began sucking it. She used her hands to hold herself up on the bed, even though she wanted to stroke it too, but her only order was to suck it. It only took a few minutes, if that, before she felt his hand on top of her head, urging her to take his manhood deeper. So far, she had barely managed to get half of it into her mouth before she started to gag. He had yet to criticize her inability to take it all. Robyn knew it was possible having watched porn actresses swallowing cocks much bigger than his. 

    As if he knew what she was thinking, he said, "Good morning slave. Don't worry, you will learn how to take it all down your throat before the end of your training month." After she moaned sexily in response, he then added, "As much as I would like to pump another load into you, after all the spunk I gave you last night, you can wait a while for the next one. Now get into the bathroom and flush your bum hole out, I will join you for a shower when you are done." 

    She slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, licking the tiny opening at the tip of it before she replied, "Yes Master," in a sexy voice, while also using her breath to caress his erect shaft.

    "Fucking slut! Get that hot little ass of yours moving!" he snapped, as he slapped her ass, trying to restrain his urge to laugh. As she scampered out from under the covers and into the bathroom, George picked up his phone and sent a simple text. 'She took the next step, prepare for our visit in two weeks."

    The reply was just as simple, "Looking forward to it."

    He put his phone away, and while he waited for her to finish her enema, he used his laptop to watch some of last night's dungeon action. He had cameras mounted around the house, and he focused on the one that captured her facial reactions. Even with her blindfolded, he could clearly see how every moment affected her. She was gorgeous in her suspension, her tits flopping wildly below her while he was shafting her once virginal twat. He decided against taking her anal cherry last night, preferring to give that new experience its own extraordinary debut. 

    Even though this was moving much faster than he ever anticipated, it was only possible because Robyn wanted it. From the very beginning he warned her about what he required. Even the first night, when she accepted his invitation to get spanked, he suspected she was a natural submissive. The way things went from there all but confirmed it, and her gushing sexual debut the night before cemented his confidence that she was both mentally and sexually wired for this. Now he had to cultivate her submission, to prepare her for the next step toward willing slavery.

    He joined her in the bathroom just as she was finishing expelling her enema into the toilet. She was squatting above the bowl since the rule was amended after her first few enemas in the shower. Now the enema rack and bag had a new home next to the toilet. He found her hovering above the toilet, with the seat and lid folded up, so she would not splatter it when she evacuated her bowels. Instead, Robyn had to squat over the bowl and lower her rump below the rim, so that she mainly soiled her rump and thighs. It was humiliating, but she was used to that facet of this life after a week under his stringent rules. Now that she saw his belittling treatment as foreplay, Robyn found that even being shamed by him was undeniably arousing. She just accepted that she was a freak, and she no longer cared what the vanilla world would think of her perverse desires. 

    She saw him getting into the shower, and she pushed her bowels harder when he said, "Join me when you are done slave."

    "Yes Master, thank you Master," she replied cheerfully, before straining to push the last drops of fetid fluid from her asshole. She noticed that the more she called him Master, the more natural it felt. She quickly cleaned herself and the toilet, before crawling to the shower. Being naked on her hands and knees was another aspect of this life she found oddly enjoyable. It made her feel like a sexual creature, nothing more and nothing less. 

    When she reached the shower, she got up on her knees, and asked, "May I have permission to join you Master?" It was another one of his rules, and she was happy to follow it. Now that she was here, she wanted to show him how good she could be, not in fear of punishment, but because she really wanted to please him. She did not want to apply that word to how she felt about him now, but she was fairly certain this was what it felt like.

    He boosted her mood when he pulled her up to her feet, into the shower, and pinned her back against the wall across from the showerhead. The cold tiles made her shiver, but when his lips found hers and he speared his tongue into her mouth, her whole body shuddered. He had his hands on her tits, mauling them savagely, while pressing her firmly against the wall. Then he brought one of his knees up between her legs, wedging it tightly against her sex. 

    Robyn's head was spinning again, almost as much as it was when she was coming like an unrepentant whore last night. It was another example of his ability to sense how she was feeling and knowing exactly what to do to emphasize it. In this case, as their tongues fervently wrestled, she found her hips were gyrating against his knee. It was as if her body was acting the way it wanted without her mind telling it what to do. Considering what she was doing, it also emphasized her bourgeoning sexual compulsion. If she thought she was horny before he took her cherry, she was ten times more aroused now. 

    Robyn knew she could easily grind herself to an orgasm, but did not want to try and interrupt this delicious dance with his tongue. She also knew that it was up to him, everything was, and she resisted her slutty needs in deference to her Master. Instead, she just slowly rode his thigh, avoiding the urge to grind her swollen clit against his slick flesh. In her many erotic dreams, this was the kind of scenario she had imagined, but how she got here was the unbelievable part. She never pictured that agreeing to become his slave could lead to such unbridled passion. She never even thought about being a sex slave, even in her darkest fantasies. 

    She had come to the striking realization that the darker side of sex attracted her far more than the romantic way did, she just never guessed how perverse she actually was. All the deviance that was the cornerstone of her time with George had altered her perception of herself. Now she felt that the real Robyn had finally emerged from a lifelong hibernation. She knew she had a month to change her mind. But, as she suspected, now that she experienced such incredibly amazing sex with him, she wanted to become his slave, in both body and soul. 

    He finally pulled back and said, "You are an amazingly sexy creature slave, but I think you have yet to discover the full truth about yourself and your appetites." 

    "Yesss Massster, please teach me how to become your perfect slave," she replied quietly, surprised she could even speak at all after that breathtaking kiss.

    "You can start by washing my body," he said, as he stepped back and handed her a soap suffused hand towel. 

    Robyn said, "Yes Master, thank you Master," as she began to scrub his chest. It was like a waking dream, as she washed the man who opened up a whole new reality for her. She scrubbed him from his shoulders to his waist, and then she cleaned his arms, loving his chiseled physique. Once his arms were done, he turned and she scrubbed his back, studying the body of the man who made her quiver like a leaf in a raging wind. When his back was done she got down on her knees and began kissing his buttocks, since she was so wound up that she needed to show him how much she adored him. 

    "That might be the best ass kissing I ever had slave. But if you want to show your true devotion, you will be happy to shove your tongue up my asshole," he said, hoping she would take it as an order and obey it. He immediately felt her hands pry apart his cheeks and plant her face between them, as he felt his own perverse thrill. She was licking deep into his crack with the flat of her tongue before she attempted to pierce his sphincter with the tip of it. Of course, it resisted, and she barely got the tip inside before he squeezed it shut.

    "Good enough slave, now back away," he said, and once she did, he added, "Now finish washing me."

    "Yes Master, thank you Master," Robyn replied, surprised by how eager she was to tongue his ass. It tasted musky, but it was not as nasty as she expected. She was wondering when he would find something she was not willing to try. Worse yet, she could picture herself licking it again and liking it. What better way was there to show him her devotion than to literally licking his ass? Kissing his buttocks was fun, but tonguing the actual hole was a far more submissive gesture.

    As she returned to her original task, she washed his legs, both front and back, moving up from his feet. It was so sensual, and she liked how close she was to him. The act of washing him was giving her the intimacy that their more athletic sexual antics did not. It was not that she was looking for intimacy yet, discovering the full potential of her sexual appetite was her primary goal. She knew that whatever this was, it was sending her to physical and emotional highs that still staggered her when she thought about what he already did to her. 

    Finally, he turned around to face her again, and his marvelous man shaft was pointing up and standing at attention just inches from her face. Robyn had a strong urge to suck it, but she instead soaped up his crotch and used the towel to clean his dick. She then moved the cloth down to his ball sack, and ever so gently she soaped up his scrotum. Once she had finished washing him, he took the wash rag and ordered her to stand facing the wall he had pinned her against earlier.

    Once she got to her feet and assumed the position, he said, "Don't get used to this slave," as he began washing her body. It was beyond incredible for Robyn, and she truly enjoyed feeling his strong hands scrubbing her back. But then he reached her rump, and when he began running the cloth between her cheeks, she gasped. That was because he ran it down and up against her sex too, kicking her arousal up another notch.

    "You like that slave?" he asked.

    "Yesss Massster, thank you Massster," she purred contentedly.

    "That is just how an insatiable slut should respond, isn't that right slave?"

    "Yesss Massster, I am your insatiable slut," she replied, loving how she was always highly aroused by George. Maybe it was just a kind of honeymoon effect, but the way it kept escalating demanded that she maintain her commitment to discovering how high she could climb. Robyn had done a lot of soul searching since she met him, and it revealed how little she knew about anything, and how she masked it with her old bravado. He had shattered the wall she built around herself, and in his presence she felt that he knew her better than she knew herself. 

    While she was pondering her new self, he spun her around and began scrubbing her tits. She thanked him between the gasps of excitement that his hands groping her tits had elicited from her. He eventually moved down and soaped up her belly, while she wanted him to move even further south. When he did what she was hoping for, she trembled as he wiped down her sex. She  was so close to reaching another orgasm that she had to struggle to keep it at bay.

    George sensed her mounting excitement. Unlike the past week, he no longer wanted to constrain her sexuality, his intentions were actually now quite the opposite. He tossed the towel aside and hooked a pair of fingers into her snatch, making her moan seductively. He began a slow internal and external massage, his fingers rubbing inside her twat, while his thumb stroked her clit. He also leaned into her body, pinning her against the shower wall again. 

    "Beg for it, my little slut," he said.

    "Please Master! Please let your insatiable slut come, she is such a horny little girl," Robyn begged him breathlessly, as most of her energy was busy keeping the climax at bay. 

    "Come for me my hot little slut," he said, as he began finger fucking her. 

    "THANK YOU MASTER!" Robyn cried out passionately. 

    George felt her sex pulsating, as it let loose with another very wet climax. He realized that now that he opened the spigot, there was no closing it. Not that it bothered him at all, her new ability to ejaculate was another sign of her amazing sexual potential. As he fingered her to another massive orgasm, or three, he ended up having to prop up her body. The pleasure had rocketed through her so powerfully that her legs could no longer support her. He stopped fingering her and held her up until she came out of her orgasmic fog.

    "How was that slave?" he asked, once he felt her calming down.

    "Fucking fantastic Master, thank you again," she answered, sounding sexy as hell. 

    He backed away from her and said, "Shampoo your hair before you get out, I will be waiting for you in the kitchen. I will leave your outfit for today on the bed," as he opened the shower door and stepped out of it.

     Robyn thanked him again, and once he was gone and she had caught her breath, she stepped under the showerhead. It was marvelous feeling the water pouring over her head, it helped dispel the fog in her mind without diminishing how wonderful she felt. She would have preferred for him to have used another part of his body to fuck her pussy, but she was developing a serious respect for his fingers. They could play her pussy into an orgasm so easily that it was shocking, but pretty much everything she was learning was always outrageous and outlandish.

    Once Robyn had finished her shower and dried off, she crawled into the bedroom, as it was becoming her preferred method of locomotion. She saw that he did have an outfit on the bed for her, more than her usual attire of nothing but high heeled shoes. There was a cupless bra, a pair of fishnet stockings, and her chastity belt! Seeing it waiting for her was confusing, and she wondered if she did something wrong and was going to be denied sexual pleasure again.

    But she ignored her thoughts and did what he wanted, putting on the items he laid out for her to wear. Once she was 'dressed,' Robyn gazed at her outfit in the mirror, and what she saw made her body tingle, she looked so?slavish. The way the bra held her tits up was incredible, and the metal panties spoke volumes about her new status. She gleefully crawled down to the kitchen to make his breakfast.

    As she was cooking his meal, he casually informed her that she would wear the chastity belt during her chore time. He jokingly said that the main reason was because now that she was a bona fide slut, he wanted to remove any temptations to play with herself. She wanted to deny that she ever would, but then he activated the appendages inside her belt. Robyn had to grab the countertop to steady herself, since he had them on the highest setting. 

    "The other reason you will wear it is so I can use these to summon you," he said, as he turned off the buzzing shafts. "Now tell me what you will do if they activate while you are doing your chores."

    "I will find my Master," she said, while she was still trying to catch her breath from the surprising jolt she just got in her nether region.  

    "That's right," he said, enjoying the sexually awakened Robyn. His marathon fuck fest with her had clearly cemented his influence over her, and he could see the change in her. A couple of weeks of getting screwed daily would strengthen his power over her. Then she would be ready to get a glimpse of the community she would join if she wanted to pursue this path forward. Given how well she responded to his directions so far, he was confident that once she got to see the extended world of dominance and submission, she would be drawn to it just as strongly as she was to him. Even though he knew he was the catalyst, he also knew that she would never act the way he wanted unless she was a natural submissive, and preferably, a masochist too. 

    Now that Robyn had taken the plunge into debauched sex, he could tell that it was already enhancing her submissiveness. He continued to amplify it by fucking her roughly and often. Over the first two weeks of her residency, he shafted her several times a day, and he frequently interrupted her 'chores' for a quickie. He would just drop the crotch section of the belt and dive right in, and Robyn loved every time it happened. Sometimes he would summon her with the vibrators, others he would just show up and take her. Both scenarios kept her constantly wondering when the next shag was coming. 

    Robyn even liked sleeping in her cage at night, as it reinforced her submissive role as a pet for her owner. It was strange that the concept of being owned had evolved so much in her mind, as she felt more and more comfortable in the role of his devotee. She never had to think about what she should do, he spelled it all out and kept her quite busy. Every day felt like a new and amazing erotic escapade. As Robyn grew addicted to sex in all its kinky forms, she felt that she finally discovered what made life exciting, though she still attributed it all to George. 

    After ten days of living in slavery, George was ready to drop the next mental bombshell on Robyn. She was almost nothing like the girl that came here for a spanking just under three weeks ago, she had quickly evolved into a purely sexual creature. She even mastered deep throating his cock in just one afternoon, as her determination to please him was nearly limitless. She was in the right mindset to introduce the next step in her sexual evolution, a visit to his mentor. That was where she would first witness another dominant and submissive relationship in action. 

    They were down in the dungeon testing the latest piece of equipment George had delivered. It was a large wooden wheel that was on a pivot, so he could spin her on it from the horizontal up to the vertical. The first time he used it had her cuffed in an upright spread eagle, where he slowly spun the wheel while whipping her. The slow rotation made it easy to assail her from all possible directions, and both of them found it exhilarating in very different ways.

    After quite a while, he fixed her upside down and vibrated her clit so that plumes of girl juice squirted up and out of her twat like a sexy fountain. She ended up drenched in her own come, but then he spun her upright and fucked her twat, drenching it in his spunk. When he was done he took her down and carried her over to his 'after care' chair, a nice big cushioned seat where he would cradle her after their more intense sessions.