Introduction

 

Today is an historic occasion, as I celebrate the acquisition of the hundredth woman I will turn into a submissive sex-slave. Having trained ninety-nine others with all of them unique in their own ways, this one will become my crowning achievement. I have trained most of my subjects for men, and some for women, all who wanted innately obedient creatures to serve them. I have also trained five slaves for my own use and this woman will become my sixth. I picked her specifically because of the challenge she should provide me.

Most of the lucky ladies that have experienced my training regimen have been normal in most respects. Some were obnoxious wives that needed taming, and many were just hot young girls that caught the attention of rich sadists who wanted to totally control them. Even the five I have kept for myself have no unusual qualities apart from their natural beauty. But this one is a special case, as she comes with a particular pedigree that will make her subjugation all the more gratifying.

She goes by the singular name of Rika, the kind of name some in her profession seem to gravitate towards. What makes her so special is that she is, or should I say was, a famous supermodel. More than that, she is considered a Diva, one whose abrasive temperament has clouded her provocatively stunning appearance. After researching her life and achievements, I myself would label her as the ultimate bitch. To pluck a haughty and pampered celebrity from the limelight and convert her into an obedient pet may just rekindle my desire to continue my chosen profession. If not, it will be quite a swan song.

As I await her arrival here at my secluded estate, I have decided to create a chronicle of her training for future reference. With so many women transformed into slaves under my direction I must admit I am curious how this one will react. She has lived a pampered and spoiled life, accustomed to getting whatever she desires. I wonder if her bravado will simply melt under the course of training I have planned for her, or will she provide more fight than the ladies that came before her? Whatever happens, it will provide some significant insight into the nature of women in general.

The most difficult aspect of this endeavor has been the planning and execution of her abduction. Abducting a well-known person takes a great deal of work to make sure no one can find them. Rika has passed through the hands of several teams, effectively removing any chance that the ones who abducted her would know who she was or where she finally landed. In less than an hour she will be here. Once she arrives I will begin my chronicle; and for those that read this story, they are welcome to use it as a guide should they choose to acquire their own famous pet.

 

Chapter 1: Arrival

 

The van pulled into the portico of my house and the engine turned off as I exited the front door. I met two men who had worked for me on many occasions before and were completely reliable. To make sure they had no idea who the poor wench was that was bound in the rear of the van, they had received her already bound in a body bag with just her hooded head protruding from the top of it. There was no way they could tell they delivered to me one of the most famous models in the world and it was best that they did not know.

"How is my cargo," I asked them as I approached the van.

"Sleeping like a baby, which was a little hard to do considering how we received her. I could barely find a small patch of skin on her neck to give her an injection when we acquired her from the first team. Seems like they did not dose her well enough to keep her quiet, she was bucking like a bronco until we sedated her."

"I see," I replied, "It makes no difference now does it? Lets just bring her inside gentlemen. I have work to do and your bonus money awaits you." I had worked with these men many times and they still had no idea how involved this particular abduction was. My normal M.O. was to have two teams, one to acquire the subject with the second acting as the delivery mechanism. This team still thought they had retrieved a freshly taken subject, not one who had passed through five other teams.

The men went to the rear of the van and opened the doors. Together they lifted her limp body from the back and carried her inside, where I had a gurney waiting for them. They laid her on it and I handed them their respective envelopes stuffed with cash. Once they departed I called for Eve, my longest tenured slave, to set up Rika for the beginning of her training.

Eve is almost forty years old now, having been in my service since she was just about twenty, two decades spent as my most loyal servant. Though she is an older slave you could not tell it from her appearance, as she is a statuesque blonde who has kept in shape with a demanding exercise regimen. I admit I indulge her now with time to pamper her body, as she has earned it, so she remains the slave I turn to when initiating a new recruit.

She arrived with Ella, my most recent recruit prior to Rika's arrival. I also acquired her at the age of twenty, and she is not yet twenty-five, the youngest in my stable of slaves. Eve is still mentoring her, even after four years in my service, because she is a sweet girl that is a bit of an airhead. I have told Eve that I fully believe Ella screws up because she likes to get punished, but my first pet is determined to prove me wrong. It has yet to happen, but I let her try.

"Is it really her, Master?" asked Eve when she entered the hallway.

"I haven't looked yet, but I have no doubt about who is under the hood. Take her down to the room and set her up. She will be out for at least an hour. I want her fully secure when she wakes up," I said and then waved my slaves off as I headed to my study.

By the time I reached my office and turned on the monitor, my minions had Rika in the room and were removing the bag and hood. I zoomed in the camera on Rika's face once the hood was removed. Her beauty was not diminished at all by her disheveled hair or streaked makeup; in fact to me she looked even more alluring. Unconscious and oblivious to what was happening to her made her look vulnerable for once, not like she appeared in all her public photos. I felt the kind of thrill watching the unveiling of Rika as I did when I first decided to train sweet Eve, my first conquest in so many ways.

As they removed the body bag I saw that Rika was dressed in a tank top, tight skirt, stockings, and high heels. I had required the abduction crew, who were recruited using another layer of contacts to keep me out of the picture, to make sure they simply took her as she was. It appeared they followed that instruction to the letter and would receive an added bonus for it, once I confirmed that she was indeed unmolested by anyone.

Once Rika was removed from the bag my slaves lifted her from the gurney and laid her out on a flat wooden table. They pulled her arms and legs out to the corners before fastening her wrists and ankles to the tabletop with metal U-bolts that would easily keep her immobile. Within just a few minutes they completed their task and left the sleeping woman alone as I had ordered. Eve soon joined me in my study, kneeling at my side with a look of awe in her eyes.

"You are surprised kitten?" I asked her.

"Until I removed the hood, Master, I had a hard time believing you could do this. Please forgive me for doubting you," she replied. "Do you think she will be hard to train?"

"That is a good question Eve and the answer to it will come in due time. You better than anyone know that I have successfully turned every woman that has come under my control. I am actually hoping she puts up more of a fight, it will make her final submission that much more satisfying. Now go put on the outfit we discussed, she will be waking up soon and I want to give her a rousing welcome."

"Yes Master," replied Eve just before she scurried away to get dressed.

As Eve dashed off I watched the sleeping Rika, pleased that her abduction had gone so easily. Even though I had used six teams to transport her here, it was the inside man that made it all possible. Finding one was not as hard as I had at first imagined, given Rika's caustic personality. I had received confirmation that he had just arrived in Fiji; a place where he could live anonymously once the news of their disappearance hit the media. He would receive an annual bonus as long as he remained 'missing' and with the large up front sum he collected, he could live a life of leisure with no financial worries.

As I watched the oblivious model lying there I also reviewed the expenditure list for this project. It was pretty much on budget, but it also was well beyond what most people in my line of work would consider gainful. It was akin to stealing the Mona Lisa; you could acquire such a rare masterpiece, but selling it would be almost impossible. This was a venture with no monetary upside, but that did not matter to me. This was a challenge I accepted for my personal pleasure; something that I could not attach a price tag to. Rika was about to become the ultimate trophy slave.

Half an hour passed before Eve returned, dressed as I had ordered. She looked splendid in her Dominatrix outfit; all of it in tight black leather that made her sexy body seemingly even more alluring. She sported stiletto pumps, skintight pants, a leather corset, supple arm length gloves, a studded collar, and a Nazi-style leather cap, making her look dark and malevolent. Her pale skin, blonde hair, bright red lips, and steel blue eyes were in direct contrast to her dark attire, making her face stand out when you saw her. She would easily intimidate most people dressed that way and I was curious as to how sweet Rika would respond to her.

"You look deliciously evil my pet," I commented as she entered my study.

"Thank you Master," she replied with a wry smile.

"Get my outfit from the closet," I said, standing up and walking around the desk while I spoke.

I stepped in front of my desk as she got my 'work' suit from the closet, laying it across a chair when she returned. She proceeded to undress me as I explained how I wanted to start with Rika. Having a beautiful woman dress me is one of the many small pleasures I enjoy as a Master. All of my slaves have done it, but I get the most pleasure when Eve, my most prized possession, performs this task. As she removed my khakis and shirt she made sure to rub her leather-clad body against mine, showing her affection and desire for me, as she always did.

Then she knelt down and positioned my leather pants so I could step into them, slowly pulling them up my legs and kissing my cock before tucking him inside them. Then she slid on my boots, heavy leather ones that fit the picture I wanted to paint. I watched her as she stood up, rubbing her breasts up my legs, across my crotch, and then over my bare abdomen. The little vixen was getting to me with her sensuality, so I reminded her about our guest and she backed off grudgingly, looking a tad hurt. Any of my other slaves would have earned a beating for that kind of aggressive behavior, but with Eve there was leeway, so I just smiled at her as she put on my leather vest.

Now we both looked sinister and dangerous, just what I wanted Rika to think when she awoke. I asked Eve, "Are you ready to greet our new guest?"

"Yes Master!" Eve replied, her enthusiasm peaking with the prospect of meeting a celebrity, though not in any normal sense.

I took her arm like a gentleman and we left my study, ready to introduce lovely Rika to her new home. As we exited the room I found my other four slaves standing at attention in the hall and I knew that Ella had told them of their new sister's arrival. Since I have trained my slaves to behave as a family unit, they consider each other like sisters, though with none of the sexual taboos that would normally entail.

The minxes were standing in a line based on their longevity with me, with Ella at one end and Amber at the other. Amber was in her late thirties, an auburn haired beauty with hazel eyes, my second personal acquisition, and twentieth overall. Next to her stood Violet, my third pet and fortieth girl, almost thirty-five years old now. She had jet-black hair and dark brown eyes, looking sultry even when she was not trying to. Then there was Vera, a saucy Eurasian girl who was half Japanese and half Russian, a very interesting mix. She was tall with a darker complexion, hair, and eyes that had a hint of Oriental to them. She was just about to turn thirty, my fourth personal slave and sixtieth overall. Finally there was Ella, my eightieth trainee and latest personal pet, until Rika. She had light brunette hair, green eyes, and the aforementioned tendency to airheadedness.

They all stood there wearing their evening outfits, tiny translucent teddies without any underwear and perched on high-heeled slippers. They were all hoping for permission to watch me introduce myself to the new arrival, though they would have been here waiting no matter what. Each night they assemble after their daily duties and I decide what recreation they will provide that night. They knew tonight was a special occasion and I could see it in their expectant faces.

"Amber and Violet may watch us, Vera and Ella, you will service their pussies while they watch and if they allow you, you may listen to us. Now go to the observation room, Eve and I have work to do."

With a collective, "Thank you Master," my little harem scampered off to do my bidding, as they always did. And they all appreciated the generous gift I just bestowed on them.

Eve and I proceeded to the holding room where Rika awaited us. Inside we found her still unconscious and lying on the table. I took a long hard look at her; she was truly a magnificent specimen. Five foot eight inches tall, very long and well sculpted legs, a smooth flat abdomen, and unlike most models she had natural thirty-six C cup breasts. Her long blonde hair and classically sculpted face made her look almost angelic. Asleep you would never imagine how nasty this bitch could be; she just looked stunningly beautiful lying there.

As Eve collected a cartful of implements to use on Rika when she awoke, I released the catch under the table and pivoted it until Rika was nearly vertical, most of her weight now supported by her wrists. I locked it in that position and took a roll of wide white medical tape from the cart Eve brought over to me. I tore off a large piece and used it to seal Rika's lips shut. Though I was looking forward to hearing her rant and rave in person, I wanted to acquaint her with her situation before she drowned me out with any of her babble.

I returned the tape to the table once her mouth was covered and inspected the collection Eve gathered. Knives, scissors, clamps, and other assorted items to spice up our initial conversation. And off to the side was a small ammonia capsule, Rika's ticket back to reality. I picked it up, smiled at Eve, and stepped up to face Rika's slumped head. I tilted it back up and rested it against the tabletop and then I waved the small vial under her nose. Playtime was about to begin.