by S. L. Finlay
I had heard a lot online about how slaves should have no limits, but when I told my new master that he simply rolled his gorgeous blue eyes and told me that wasn't how it was. That everyone had limits, and anyone who told you they didn't have limits was either a liar or completely crazy.
"Anyone who tells me they have no limits is asked if they wouldn't mind me cutting off their arm. If they say they want their arm and don't want me to cut it off, that's a limit." He told me. I smiled as I realized how right he was. Of course he was right.
When I had gone to him, I was surprised about how sexy my new master was. I'd put him in his mid-thirties with dark hair and the deepest dark blue eyes. The moment our eyes clapped on one another's though, I felt a wave of electricity run through my body and rest within my belly. There are butterflies that you often feel, then there's that feeling you get when you're in the presence of power. Of someone who really knows how to control others, of someone who knows what they're doing with the easy confidence of someone who has been here before.
My new master had me sit down with him in a private part of the bar as he ensured the drink kept flowing. Even as these were important conversations, he told me, it was also a time to celebrate and anything missed tonight could be followed up tomorrow. We had time. Expensive whiskey wasn't something I normally drank, but I could see why people chose to celebrate with it. He ordered without asking me what I wanted, but I didn't mind. It felt appropriate considering the circumstance. We sat together and he asked me his questions about me before telling me about himself. He told me right off the bat that he wasn't a master in the traditional sense of the word, but a daddy dom. He told me that I was to call him Daddy going forward and that he would refer to me by a pet name of his choosing.
When we discussed what the relationship would look like, he told me that he wanted me to know that I would have certain duties, but that as he was a man of means (obviously, I thought to myself as I considered how much he bid on me) he wouldn't need me to clean up after him, and cook. My duties would be more specific than that and for the most part I would be looked after by the staff, rather than having to look after myself and him as often happened in master/slave relationships.
"So, what do I do exactly?" I asked.
Without a moment of hesitation or even appearing self-conscious Daddy told me, "you will be looking after all my needs sexually whenever it suits me, you will be allowed to play as a little girl does, and be looked after by me like a little girl when you are not being used as my fuck toy. Your limits and boundaries will always be respected and will be written into the contract, as will mine."
"Okay." I agreed. "I can do that."
I could feel a lump in my throat as I swallowed and felt my nervousness bubble inside my chest. There wasn't much I could do at this point but nod. I wasn't too sure what would happen going forward. Tying to dismiss the feelings of nervousness and excitement wasn't easy, so I mostly just sat there, trying to keep my breathing steady and wondering about how wet my panties were. This guy got me excited just by looking at me, such was the sexual power he had over me. The tension between us was immense, I felt alive being near this guy, it was amazing! All of this and we hadn't even finished our drinks yet.
"So how did you get the money?" I asked, my voice a little more squeaky than I wanted it to be.
"Excuse me?" He asked, I'm not sure if he was asking because I hadn't been clear in my question or if he was asking because he was making a point of making me ask again.
"How did you get the money? To bid on me, I mean." I asked him again, feeling a little more confident this time, but not by much.
Daddy, who had leaned in when he asked the question to hear my response, leaned back again and smiled. "I am a man of means - as I told you. I have the money to chase after what I want, and seeing you up there, I knew I wanted you." He told me.
Taking a deep breath I asked a question that I had been dreading around the BDSM community where people seem to be much more interested in open relationships than they are in the regular population. "I am going to be your slave baby girl," I began, "but does that mean I will be the only one, or will I have sister slaves? Will you see other women?"
Daddy appeared taken aback for a moment before answering, "I don't take multiple women on at a time, girl. I only take on one girl at any one time so I can train her and push her to be the best person she can be."
"I - um - what do you mean?" I asked.
Daddy was shaking his head slightly and standing. "Okay." He said, "now I have you, I want you to come home with me tonight where we can spend the night together before we sign a contract."
"You want to spend the night together before a contract?" I asked, a little confused by how informally Daddy was treating the whole process.
My question was met with a small nod, "Yes." He told me, "I don't want to waste my time and yours if it turns out you really don't want to be my slave, or that age play does not work for you. So we will spend a few nights together before then. You don't have a job, do you?" He asked, almost as an afterthought.
"No." I told him honestly, "not anymore."
Daddy gave a small, curt nod before motioning for us to leave. I had the distinct feeling that if my answer was a yes he would have told me to quit immediately, no matter what that job was, or how much money it made me. He was a man of means, after all, and could take care of me just fine.
I walked before Daddy out of the bar and when I turned at the door to check if Daddy was behind me, I saw him slipping a piece of paper to the owner, who doubled as the auctioneer that night. She was smiling at him the biggest smile I had seen that night so far and seeing us both off. I surmised that was a check and as I entered the cold street and Daddy threw his suit jacket around my shoulders I also surmised that it was his car he was calling. When the car pulled up in front of us and Daddy opened the door for me to get in, I did as I was told. This really was happening, I thought to myself. I had just sold myself in a slave auction, and I had just been bought by a billionaire.
CHAPTER THREE
My nerves were going crazy - I couldn't quite manage to sit still, I could hardly think straight. All I could do was sit there fidgeting and trying to listen to what Daddy was telling me.
"I am looking forward to getting you home." He told me, "tonight you will sleep in my bed with me."
I knew from reading that often slaves were forced to sleep on the floor. Many were fine with this although some complained about being forced to sleep naked with no blankets in the middle of winter. I shivered at the thought of what it would be like to be forced to do that, before being bought back to my reality.
Daddy was talking. "You are to sleep beside me yet not to touch me. If I want to touch you or cuddle you, then I will. But you won't be permitted to do the same to me."
I nodded, staring at the blank space in front of my face. To say I was apprehensive would be an understatement. I was positively shitting myself.
Having just sold myself as a slave to a stranger was so frightening that it gave me a thrill. Here I was, in this insane situation that I had landed myself in for thrills, and all I could feel was my pussy clenching and my tummy churning. It was insane to feel this way. To feel as if my whole life was now in the hands of this stranger.
The feeling of thrill and excitement at the same time is one that I couldn't describe to anyone. That feeling was I assumed why women wrote to serial killers, or offered themselves to be passed around outlaw motorcycle gangs. Because the fear is intoxicating and erotic. Because there was nothing so potent on the planet.
It's hard to feel guilty for loving that feeling, which is why I assume so few women do, even after they're told it's all their fault for loving someone who they're told they shouldn't love. You can't feel guilty when you've done nothing wrong, all you've done is love someone, even if the person you're loving perhaps isn't good for you.
The man who had bought me reached out then and placed his hand on top of my own, which sat in
my lap. I turned to face him and saw a look on his face which resembled a hungry bear. He would devour me tonight, I felt sure. He would take me and do whatever he wanted to me, and there would be nothing I could do about it now.
The feeling of helplessness overtook me. This man would force me to submit to anything he pleased. I would do what I was told.
"We're here." He told me as the car pulled into a long drive. We had been driving for a little while. This must be out in the suburbs I thought as I looked through the car's windscreen and saw a home in the distance. It was a long drive indeed, and at the end of the drive stood a large mansion that looked as if it was taken right out of every movie about Southerners ever. I had lived in the south for a long time, but I had never been inside something quite like this before.
The car pulled to a stop outside the mansion and Daddy climbed out. He walked around to my side of the car and let me out. I stepped out of the car and took his hand. We walked toward the mansion together in silence, hand in hand.
Someone must have been expecting us because as we approached the door was swung open and we walked through together into a large entryway. There was a huge staircase standing in front of us and my new Daddy was leading me towards it while telling his staff what to do. They were all standing around the entry way, as if waiting for his command.
"Rosa, push my morning back. I will start around ten." He told one gorgeous Latina woman, who was crisply dressed in a white shirt and tight pencil skirt. I assumed she was some sort of personal assistant.
"Debbie, I want you to prepare the little girl's room tomorrow for me." He told a petite blond woman with slight features who was dressed in what was obviously a maids uniform.
"And Al, thank you for the door." He called to the man who had opened the door for us before addressing them all at once, "that will be all. You can all go to bed now."
Then that was it. The servants scurried away and I was led up the grand staircase by a man who assumed control of everything. He was in control, rather than controlling, something I had been so used to and had hated. This man had a quiet confidence that made him hot.
As we walked towards his bedroom, Daddy gave me a rough tour of the house, showing me where some rooms were. There was a room set aside for paining, even as Daddy didn't paint. There was a room set aside for visitors, or at least a few of those. Daddy said there were always visitors about, although not right now. Then there was his wing, which as we entered it, I felt an abrupt shift in the way the home was set up. Before it felt like we were in a classic mansion one would expect to see in movies. Although I had not seen a ball room, I wouldn't be surprised to hear there was one.
Then, there was Daddy's portion of the house which he told me was set aside for him and him only. "Oh," He said as an afterthought, "and I don't mind sharing it with you, too."
I tried not to feel too put out by that, because Daddy wasn't my boyfriend. He was my master and he had bought me. I would take up as much space as he deemed appropriate, not one bit more.
"Okay." I agreed meekly, "it looks nice."
Looking around I could see Daddy all throughout these rooms. Everything was chic with straight lines and lots of right angles. All the furniture was modern whereas it had been classical antiques for the rest of the house.
When we reached Daddy's room, he dropped my hand and walked into his dressing room, which took up a whole room to the side of his bedroom. The bedroom was extravagant in its size too. I imagined whole families lived in a space this size and knew my apartment wouldn't be anywhere near this square footage. Inside the massive room Daddy had couches and chairs, a desk, a small area I assumed was for entertaining, and a massive king sized bed. Everything had the feeling of quality about it and I was sure this furniture, the curtains and those sheets - which were likely one million thread count or something crazy - cost more than everything I owned combined.
"Baby girl, come help your Daddy undress!" Daddy called from the dressing room.
He had let me settle in his room long enough to take stock of everything, but evidently had other uses for me. My stomach clenched and I took a couple steps forward, "Coming!" I called
"Coming what?" Daddy called from his dressing room as I drew nearer.
When I was near enough I put on a big smile and answered with all the enthusiasm I felt for this new exciting arrangement, "coming Daddy!"
Daddy smiled back at me and instructed me it was time to undress him for bed.
When we met at the BDSM club, Daddy had been wearing a suit. Something I found out he wore daily as he often had meetings - even on weekends - with investors, and found it easier to just always dress the part rather than to sift around for different things to wear. Daddy was a business owner who owned many businesses in this city and had the skills to get other people to invest in his businesses.
Daddy had already taken off his cuff links and loosened his tie. I started there, loosening his tie all the more until the knot came undone. When I had threaded the tie off the collar of his shirt and was holding it in my hot little hands, Daddy calmly and firmly directed me where to put the tie. I couldn't help the small smile from appearing on my lips as I followed Daddy's every command. I liked having him tell me what to do.
I placed the tie on a tie rack before turning back to Daddy and taking his suit jacket off. As I took it off him I could feel the warmth of his skin through his clothes and it caused me to smile, just a little bit.
Daddy directed me where to put his jacket before telling me to take off his shoes and socks and directing me with what to do with those. I was taking off his shirt when I first allowed myself to realize just how taut his muscles were. They felt amazing under his warm skin and touching him made my tummy clench even harder. He felt strong and fit, as if he was poised to take me right there. As I peeled his crisp white shirt from his body, close enough to smell his heady masculine scent, I breathed a huge sigh. I wanted that, I wanted him to take me right there. When my eyes met his, I could tell he was thinking the same thing. I hesitated as I held his shirt in my hands, looking into his eyes, imagining him taking me, devouring me.
But he didn't. We just stood there looking at one another, me wanting to be taken, him hungry to take me, but denying that to himself. He obviously had other plans, because after telling me what to do with his shirt (I was to throw it on a basket headed for the laundry), he told me to go and wait in the other room. I was to take off all my clothes and lay down on the bed facing away from the dressing room.
Doing as I was told, I felt vulnerable and conspicuous as I lay there, facing away from the dressing room, completely naked. Taking off my clothes had been difficult, not because I didn't want him to see me naked but because I felt worried about what would happen if I needed to leave in the middle of the night. What if I got cold feet and needed to get out of here in a hurry? Unaware of my thoughts, Daddy had instructed me to leave my clothes folded neatly on the floor at the end of the bed. At least I had the comfort of knowing they were there if I needed them.
Laying there, I could feel the bed move as Daddy climbed in beside me and pressed his body up against mine, pulling me in for a cuddle. Daddy's arms around me made me relax immediately. His cuddles were the best feeling and left me smiling contentedly.
"That feels so good, Daddy!" I told him, my voice a little dreamy.
Daddy chuckled into my neck, "Of course it does, baby girl. You are mine. You are meant to feel good in my arms."
Sighing happily again, more deeply this time, I knew what he said was true. Not only because he had bought me in a slave auction for a cool million dollars, but also because I knew I would submit to him. I already felt myself giving the reigns over to him. If he wanted anything in that moment, I knew I would work hard to get it for him. Immediate devotion would have been something I wouldn't have believed could happen not too long ago, but now that I was experiencing it, I knew it was pretty damn real.
That night I fell asleep in Daddy's arms, just like that. Ju
st how he had told me to lay. I was Daddy's good little girl even before the first time I heard those words leave his lips.
CHAPTER FOUR
It would be some time before I first received praise from my Daddy, and the first time I received that praise is something I will always remember.
Daddy had had me move into his home properly the week after he bought me. To do this he had me coordinate with his staff to have me bought to my own home where I would pack up a few things and have them bought over here. It was an easy task, and done while Daddy was working. I didn't have much that I wanted to bring with me. After my things were moved, Daddy had his lawyer draft a contract, the contract was initially not very complicated, then with each time my Daddy would look at it, he would see that there was something he didn't like about it. When that happened, Daddy would get Rosa to write up corrections and send those back to the lawyer.
At first I felt confused, why was he taking this so seriously? Was this contract legally binding? Surely as slavery wasn't legal, no contact could be made legal either. But then with a lawyer involved I wasn't sure that it couldn't be legally binding. Why else would you get a lawyer to write it and not just get Rosa to write up a few lines before both signing the agreement?
While I was waiting for the contract to be written up, Daddy had me doing other things in the meantime. I would be helping to set up a little girls room, something I had never heard of before. Apparently Daddy's last slave - a girl I hadn't heard much about - was a woman who loved her toys, coloring books and the color pink.
The little girls room was a room that Daddy had set aside for his baby girl to decorate how she chose. It was 'her room', a room that was supposed to inhabit her personality and that was supposed to show the world just who she was. Or rather, it was supposed to show her Daddy just who she was and the space in the home that was set aside for her, because, without expressly saying it, Daddy had made clear that his portion of the home was for him alone and I wasn't any more than a visitor.