Rules

"Let's go eat slave, then we'll go up to the loft and go over rules," Master said, I nodded and he left, I stood up and followed after him. "You will kneel at my feet as you eat and you will not speak to anyone unless they speak to you first," Master said.

"Yes Master," I said, he nodded when he went into one of the rooms, around the room I saw twelve men sitting around a table six of those men had naked females at their feet, Master went to the head of the table and sat down, I knelt at his feet, where there was a bowl of some liquid.

"Drink it, slave, use both hands," Master said, I nodded in thanks, he started eating and I grabbed the bowl with both hands and started to drink it.

"How's her training going?" Jorge asked.

"It's going good, after breakfast we'll be going over her rules," Master said.

"She's very well-behaved," one of the other men said, I felt a sense of pride wash over me.

"Yes, Franco she is," Master said.

"So is she naturally submissive?" Another asked.

"She is," Master said.

"Come here slave," he said, I didn't move or speak, but I looked up to Master. "Must not be very good," he said. I stood up and left the room, I don't know where I was going, but I dared not go upstairs, I didn't want them to think I would try to run. It felt like my chest was being crushed like I couldn't breathe, I didn't like it, it hurt. I wiped my face as a few tears fell down my face.

"Why did you up and run slave?" Master asked.

"I'm sorry Master, I just felt like I couldn't breathe and just needed some air, was I really not good? I didn't mean to be displeasing, Master, I'm sorry" I said.

"Is that why you left? Because James said you were bad?" Master asked.

"Yes Master, when he said it, it felt like there was an elephant sitting on my chest, I couldn't breathe and it hurt. I'm sorry, please don't be mad Master" I said.

"You should've asked to be excused slave," Master said.

"Yes Master, but was I really bad with not going to him?" I asked.

"No but you are for leaving without permission," Master said, I felt tears fall down my face and I quickly wiped them. "Why are you crying?" Master asked.

"Because I was bad, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be Master. I don't like being bad, it hurts me and I just want to be found pleasing" I cried.

"Stop crying slave" Master snapped, I bit my lip and sniffled. "I will ask some questions later, but if you ever run when you are told to kneel I will kill you, do you understand?" Master asked.

"I understand Master, I'm sorry it won't happen again," I said, he nodded.

"Take it as a learning experience, you're forgiven for leaving without permission, slave" Master said.

"Thank you, Master," I said, he nodded and made his way back to the dining room, he went back to his seat and I knelt back at my bowl. I picked the bowl up and continued to drink it as they talked, ignoring us, but it just showed me that I wasn't equal, I didn't need to be in their conversation, and they acted like we weren't there. I grew aroused at the blanket dominance he had, he had full control over me because no matter what happened I belonged to him like a dog belonged to their Master. I felt a small smile go over my face as I looked up at him, I was happy here, happier than I ever was out in the real world.

When my bowl was empty I put it down. When he looked down at me I quickly looked down "what's wrong slave?" Master asked, and all conversation stopped as they looked over at me.

"Nothing Master," I said, not looking up at him.

"Then look at me when you speak to me," Master said, I didn't look up because I wasn't speaking, I was doing my best to avoid looking at him. "What were you thinking, slave?" Master asked, and I silently cursed myself.

I looked up at him "I was thinking about how similar a dog and slave are. We are both possessions that are owned by our Master, and it made me realize why dogs are so happy, they need someone to own them and then I thought about how I'm the happiest I have ever been Master" I said.

"You're aroused, aren't you slave? Is that why you avoided looking at me?" Master asked, my face was red, it's why I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want him to see that I was aroused and I had a feeling he would be able to tell.

"Yes, Master," I said.

"Aww slave don't be ashamed, it just means you enjoy your place, that everything in you doesn't belong to you and that you know that. It's a natural response for slaves to be aroused whenever they think of their Masters and you're no different" Master said, I nodded my head, relieved that it was natural. But it made me wonder if it would be possible to cum just by thoughts, so as Master and the group continued their breakfast I looked at my hands as I fiddled with them, thinking, remembering, imagining, when Master tied me up in the woods, the feeling of his hands over my body, his teeth in my skin, his cock in me. I thought of what it would be like to give in completely and do whatever he wished even if it was something I'm not comfortable with. I imagined what it would be like to be forced to please him with my mouth, what he looked like, sounded like as I pleasured him. What it would be like to be bent over the table and taken in front of everyone, letting them watch as I'm taken as a slave, I bit my lip as my imagination ran wild. When another scenario ran through my head, being bound from the ceiling and not able to move as the room was spinning with everyone watching until Master walks forward and whips me before he takes me as his.

I could feel the need start to build, as the scenarios grew darker and more sadistic than the last. I stopped thinking, letting my lip go as I subconsciously started biting it. I was aroused and there was nothing I could do, and I knew if I continued thinking like I was I would cum and they would all know and I don't think I wanted them to know that. I looked up when I calmed down some, catching the eyes of Jorge, he tilted his head as he peered at me, his nose was broken, and had a black eye. His eyes went to my lips, then back to my eyes. "Boss, may I speak with her privately?" Jorge asked.

"What about?" Master asked.

"Just a thought I have, and I want to confirm it, you're more than welcome to come as well," Jorge said.

"Okay let's go up to my office, I'll see you boys later, and don't mess up with the drop," Master said, standing up from the table.

"Yes boss," the men said as one, before Master started to walk off, I stood up and followed after him as Jorge followed us. I was hoping he wouldn't question me about my thoughts and why my bottom lip was swollen. When we entered the office Jorge closed the door behind him.

"Tell me, slave, why are your lips swollen?" Jorge asked.

"Because I was biting them, Sir" I answered.

"Why slave?" Master asked.

"I was doing an experiment, and subconsciously I must've started biting them," I said.

"What kind of experiment slave?" Master asked.

"Something you said got me curious, so I wanted to see how far the arousal would drive me, Master," I said.

"And what did you find with this experiment?" Master asked.

"I stopped it before I came to a certain conclusion, Master," I said.

"Jorge you're dismissed, I need to start her training," Master said, Jorge nodded and left. "I want you to come to a conclusion, slave, we need to see how the experiment ends," Master said.

"Master, the result is embarrassing," I whispered, looking at him.

"Kneel slave and do the experiment, I'll do some work while you run your little experiment," Master said.

"May I kneel at your feet, Master?" I asked, he nodded as he started typing, I went over around the desk and knelt at his feet, I felt most comfortable at his feet, I could feel a sense of warmth travel through my body and I welcomed it. I picked off where I left off, as other men walked up to my body dangling from the ceiling, arousal coursed through my veins. Their rough calloused hands travelled over my body when I felt a whip hit the tied-up version, then one of the men started to spank me. Before my brain changed scenarios once again, this time I was on a podium, a bright light illuminating my body when I started to move my body in sensual curves as I heard numbers being shouted. Before hearing the word sold, when my belly started to spasm and a small whimper left my mouth as I was once again biting my lip.

"Did you just cum slave?" Master asked, I was embarrassed that I couldn't even look at him, I was breathing heavily, my body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed through my body. "I'll take that as a yes, did you touch yourself, slave?" Master asked, I shook my head, I couldn't bring myself to look up at him, or speak. "Look at me, slave" Master ordered, and slowly I lifted my eyes to his. "Now tell me, slave, did you just cum by thoughts alone?" Master asked.

"Y-yes M-master" I stuttered.

"What was the thought that sent you over the edge?" Master asked.

"The final scenario, I was on a podium, there was a bright light, people were shouting numbers I couldn't keep up until there was a deafening silence and I heard a single word," I said.

"What was that word slave?" Master asked.

"Please Master, please don't make me say it," I said, as tears started to fall down my face, I couldn't even wipe them because my hands were behind my back. But he looked at me sternly, silently telling me to say it. "Sold, the word was sold" I whispered.

"You orgasmed at the thought of being auctioned?" Master asked.

"That was the final scenario, there were four other ones before that one, each darker than the last. But that's the one that scared me the most" I said.

"Why slave?" Master asked.

"Because that is final, the other four, one was a memory, and the other three were all about being pleasing. I know at least the second and third one will likely come true, as well as the fifth one, but that's the one that scares me because I don't know what they'll be like. I know one day I'll be sold again, and I know there's nothing I can do about it, it worries me that it scares me so much, there are so many more thoughts going through my head about it but I don't want to bother you Master" I said.

"Tell me your thoughts slave and don't hold back," Master said.

"May I pace the room, Master, it'll keep my head off the anxiety and make it easier to tell you?" I asked, he nodded and I stood up, I walked from one wall to the other, going between the two. "It scares me because I don't know my new Master, what they'll plan, what they'll be like, how they'll treat me. I also don't want a new Master, what if they free me? I can't live being free Master, what if I can't please them well enough and they toss me aside, or what if they think I was a waste of money? I like the way things are but I know it's not forever, and as much as I wished that they were there's nothing I can do to encourage a future I would prefer, my preference means nothing and it shouldn't because I'm just a slave, it's scary knowing there's nothing I can do to get a certain outcome, for example, I can't go to school to get a better job, my future isn't in my hands, but as much as it scares me there's another feeling, I don't know how to explain it, but it's warm, it's comforting, it tells me everything will work out, it counters the fear I have because there's nothing I can do about it" I said.

"That feeling, does it start deep in your belly slave?" Master asked.

"Yes Master," I said, stopping and looking at him.

"We like to call it fires of a slave, you're progressing much faster than I thought," Master said. I could feel my heart drop at that knowing that my progress is faster means I'll leave him sooner, he noticed something was wrong though, "what's wrong slave?" Master asked.

"I don't want to progress faster, I want to slow it down," I said, wiping my face from the tears that managed to fall.

"Why is that slave?" Master asked.

"Because the faster it is, the sooner I'll leave and I'm not ready," I said, moving to the corner and sitting down, I started to rock to calm down. "I-I can't, n-not y-yet, it's too soon," I stuttered, as tears fell down my face, I didn't want to leave him. When I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Not yet slave, you still need to be trained," Master said softly.

"But it will be one day Master, one day I will be trained and then I'll be sold, I just wish there was a way to slow that day down," I said, looking up at him.

"You better not willingly slow it down slave," Master said, and I jerked back surprised he would think that.

"I would never Master, there's nothing I would do that would cause me to deliberately disobey, I'm a slave I just want to be pleasing, all my thoughts are to submit, to obey, to be a good slave," I said.

"You better not slave, if I think you are I will punish you and you may not survive" Master threatened, I gulped, scared. I knew he had every right to kill me, I was his property, I was his slave and nothing more. "Now go clean the mess you made, lick it up slave," Master said, I nodded my head leaving the corner and going to the spot where I orgasmed and I knelt down, bending down and licking it up as I was ordered.

When it was cleaned I knelt down and looked up at him, "Master I'm sorry for panicking, my head, it can be a dark place, it comes up with scenarios and some of the time I can't control it and the fear can take over. And I know that despite what I said I am looking forward to whatever happens, I do enjoy not having a say in what the future holds and I do look forward to whatever happens" I said.

"I'm glad you do slave," Master said as he fiddled with the button in his jeans. "Please me with your mouth slave," Master said, I went between his legs as he continued working, I started to move my hand on his shaft, and I spit on his cock as my hand continued to move. I took him in my mouth slowly replacing my hand with my mouth. As I worked on pleasuring him, he let out small curses as I moved my head, I made sure to take him completely and I could feel him deep in the back of my throat before I started to fondle his balls. Accidentally my teeth grazed his shaft and I felt the burn of the crop against my thigh. "No teeth slave" Master hissed, I pulled back, spit on his cock and used my hand.

"I'm sorry Master," I said, before taking him once again in my mouth. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and sped me up, I opened my mouth wide and allowed him to do as he pleased, when he held my head down, and he came deep in my throat, I swallowed before pulling back and looking up at him.

"Still need to practise slave," Master said.

"I'm sorry I wasn't up to your standard Master," I said.

"It's fine, slave, it's your first session so to speak," Master said.