Weekend Slave by Roget Gaiton

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Weekend Slave

(Roget Gaiton)


Weekend Slave

Chapter 1

 

First impressions are a funny thing. When I met Frank and Tina I thought they were an attractive and, for the D/s scene, normal happy couple. Of course the fact that they fawned over me probably prejudiced my opinion. For once I had let my guard down and told a group of strangers at a very private party the name I write under. Most had heard it and these two were real fans of mine. In particular they liked my latest book in which a female FBI agent is captured and enslaved. I can say in all modesty that it was very hot but looked at realistically the woman would have died of shock by page twenty. They seemed to consider it a model lifestyle. For at least an hour they brought me drinks and puffed my ego so when Frank said something about me training Tina I agreed, thinking it would be the sort of cheap sex three way kind of thing I occasionally participate in.

Now a week later I was thinking that they must both be idiots. Here they were in my living room a week later, Tina being offered to my less than tender mercies for a long weekend. There they were, suitcases in hand, politely asking me to teach Tina what total submission felt like. I doubted that they really understood what they were asking so I did a "consent scene" just to be sure.

"Have it strip and kneel."

He gave the order and Tina obeyed.

I looked at her and said, "Give your consent to be raped."

She gave it and then I looked at him and he gave his consent for it to be done to her as well. I then began a long list.

"To be sodomised."

"To be tortured."

"To be videotaped."

"To be branded."

I deliberately went on for a very long time and covered virtually every cruel thing one human can do to another. With each consent given she looked hotter and he more pleased. By now I was certain that he really was an idiot. Allowing another man that sort of control over your woman is just plain dumb. Her I wasn't so sure about, submissive women are a different breed and it's hard to know what they are thinking. I still wasn't sure they knew what they were getting into so I gave them one more test. I pulled a cattle prod from my pocket. Not a real one, those leave serious burns, but a close copy made for use on humans. It is a seriously painful toy and I shocked her with it on the fleshy part of her left breast.

She collapsed forward and quivered for a few minutes until I ordered her back up onto her knees. When she obeyed I handed the prod to him and had him shock her on the right breast. He looked a little green but did as I asked. Once again she fell over and after letting her recover for mere seconds I had her kneel again, this time with her knees far apart and her sex exposed. I looked down and told her that the next one would be on her pussy. She turned pale but nodded her consent. I then asked the man "Do you give your permission for me to treat her this way for three days?" He didn't even hesitate before saying yes. I then looked at her and asked the same question but added the fact that this was her last chance. From here on she could beg all she wanted and I would not let her go or stop what I was doing. When she said "yes" I shocked her directly on her pussy.

I left her recovering on the floor as I walked the man out. I was polite and told him that he would like the slave I gave back. He thanked me and as I closed the door I had even less respect for him than I did for her. Masters and slaves play some games that most people would find odd but this was over the top. All he really knew about me was that I write books in which men do terrible things to captive women and here he was handing his woman over to me in chains. What a moron!

I had her stand for me and showed her the exacting way I like that done. I then inspected her and while doing so really looked at her for the first time. She was a bottle blonde in her mid-thirties and had an attractive face. Looking at it I could tell she had seen some hard times but overall she looked nice and even sweet. She stood about 5 foot 4 and had a decent body as well. Her breasts were on the full side of average and crowned with nice large nipples. Her ass was also nicely shaped and, though a bit large, attractively rounded.

My inspection was much more than visual and revealed a bit more. Her skin was soft and smooth. Her crotch had been shaved and would be nicely bare for a day or two but not waxed so it would have stubble far too soon. Her pussy was wonderfully wet and reasonably tight. I suspected that she had been fisted the night before and she confirmed that when I asked. Her ass was a bit loose as well and she told me that her master had sodomized her just before they drove over. I almost laughed at that. He gave her to me with both holes stretched. When he got her back she would be much more used than that.

I am a believer in making a slave understand her status from the beginning. Normally the best way to do that is with sudden rough sodomy but since that had been done recently I had her crawl to the bathroom instead. Once there I had her get on all fours in the tub and wait, then began slowly preparing an enema. As the water warmed I used my voice to begin putting her down into submission by explaining that the first one would be warm and relatively small. Its purpose was to clean her out so she would be required to hold it for as long as possible. From the tone of her "Yes, Sir," and the sound of her breathing I could tell she was already feeling humiliated and excited.

Once the water was just right I filled the bag half full and hung it on the shower rod then inserted the lubricated nozzle into her. I let the drama build for a few seconds then removed the clip and let the water fill her abruptly. As it rushed in she moaned with pleasure at the warm sensation. I left her there for two full minutes. By the end she was cramping and struggling hard to keep it in. Then I gave her permission to use the commode and, as she rushed to it, ordered her to keep her head up and her eyes open. Being watched at such a degrading time put her into a deeply submissive state.

I gave it a few minutes to be sure her body had emptied then ordered her to wipe and get back down in the shower. Filling the bag again I explained to her that this one was to teach her to beg. I filled the bag two thirds full with just slightly cooler water and again inserted the nozzle. This time I just loosed the clip and filled her much more slowly. The cooler water made her cramp faster and she was already struggling before I removed the nozzle. I ordered her to beg to use the toilet and she began immediately. First she offered to do anything I desired if I would show her mercy. I looked down at her rather attractive suffering and told her calmly that she would do anything I desired anyway. She got the point and began to beg the way I like. A helpless slave begging for mercy. When her tone reached the panic stage I gave permission and she managed to make it without making a mess.

I watched her closely as her body emptied out again. She didn't go much deeper into submission but it seemed to solidify somehow. I knew that at this point it would take a lot to bring her back out and I was pretty sure that this was as deep as she had ever been. It took a long while for her bowels to stop spasming. I amused myself during the wait by mildly torturing her nipples. When I gave them the third hard squeeze she had a fairly powerful orgasm. I warned her to ask permission before cumming from now on but didn't punish her.

When her body was back under control and she had cleaned herself I put her back in the shower in the exact same position once more. This time I filled the bag to the rim and made the water yet another tad cooler. It was still warm to the touch, just enough below body temperature to be sure her system would reject it very abruptly. This time as I filled and inserted I told her that she would have to figure out for herself what I wanted her to learn.

Just before I removed the clip I unzipped my pants and freed my dick. Then I removed the clip and watched as the water rushed inside her. Towards the end she began to protest that she couldn't hold it all. I informed her that she could and would. As soon as it was all in I pulled the nozzle out quickly. I knew that I would have to work fast. Sure enough she began to cramp and to beg almost instantly. I ignored her pleas and began to urinate on her. She realised what I was doing and begged even harder. By the time I finished I had covered every inch of her body and even dripped a little down to her face. She was in pain by then and begging wonderfully. I told her to look at me. When she did her face defined pitiful. She asked one last time if I would please allow her to go to the commode. I looked into her eyes and asked if she understood the lesson yet. Her only answer was "please" and even as she said it her body betrayed her.