I belong to him

Why do we fall for men? Sometimes it is because they are good men, sometimes, I admit it is because they are rich, or have power and influence. Sometimes you see a couple and you think “What does she see in him?”

Occasionally we fall for the wrong man, someone totally unsuitable, and often because they are indifferent to us.

I fell for Rick because he was the leader of the pack. All the other girls fancied him, he was older than me by about five years, and he made me feel like a little girl, and at sixteen beneath his notice. He was also the last person my parents wanted for me.

So I adored him from afar, for about two years. Then one amazing day, at a party, he noticed me, and we petted. He dressed in leather, with chains all over him, and could, I felt, have had any girl there, but had chosen me. In fact most of the other girls flirted with him, but had too much sense to get involved.

We arranged a date, and he turned up an hour late.

He took me out for a drink, then back to his place. I was too much in awe to object when it turned sexual, and I lost my virginity on that first date. Then he ignored me again for about three months.

Our next date saw me waiting at the edge of a car park for thirty minutes. When I remarked that he was late, I got my face slapped. Then we went back to his house “for a chat”.

He asked if I wanted to be his girl, and when I said yes, he informed me that there were certain things I needed to understand.

First, I would do as I was told.

Second I would never question or criticize him.

Third, I would do as I was told.

Then I was told to remove my skirt. Then my slip. My knickers were sneered at, and I was told, firstly, to get something more sexy, then he changed his mind, and I was told they were forbidden. One by one my garments were removed, until I stood naked. He came to me, and felt all over my body. The next thing was to kneel, and he unzipped his pants, and put his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair, and held my head while he pumped in and out, until my mouth was full of his cum, which I was made to swallow.

Still I saw no danger, I was his girl, that is all I could think.

In the next to weeks things moved rapidly. I had my body hair waxed off, I had rings through piercings in my nipples, my cunt lips and my nose, my skirts became very short, and, of course nobody understood that I was in love, and was happy. I declined my University place, and had a blazing row with my parents, which I know broke their hearts, I moved out from home and in with Rick. I had a collar round my neck, to which Rick attached a leash, and led me through the streets. Even more humiliating, sometimes the leash was attached to my nose ring. I had weights hung from my nipples and my cunt rings, and they hung down almost below my hem line. And I fell even deeper in love.

I was punished for anything or nothing, at first with a hand spanking across his knees, then with a cane and a whip which he brought home. I was not allowed clothing indoors, and whenever I saw his car, I would kneel inside the front door to greet him. He was not always alone, but I was still expected to remain, hands on my head, and my breasts thrust forward.

My descent into consensual slavery was rapid, and still I worshipped him as a God. Whatever I did I was doing for the man I loved.

He used my cunt, my mouth and my arse whenever he felt like it, and he was not gentle. The first time he used my rear was painful, but for him I would bear any pain. Sometimes I would suck the cocks of his friends while he watched, and after a month or so, he brought women friends home, and I was made to lick their pussies. Sometimes I was made to kneel while he was sucked off by these other women, and I had to listen to him telling me that they knew how to please a man, and I should learn from them.

His spare room was turned into a dungeon, with ropes which suspended me from the ceiling for canings, and bars to which I could be tied into the most severe positions, with my holes wide open for his use. However, he preferred me to be unrestrained for his canings, as his feeling of power was greater because I could move, but declined to do so to serve him. And the weights got heavier, stretching my cunt lips in particular.

Then came the parties, with several of his friends drinking beer, and being offered me for whatever they wanted. Usually one would express a desire for anal or oral sex, and I would be made to ask them if they would please use me in whatever way they had suggested. The hardest to bear were the parties where there were other girls present, and Rick would have sex with them while I serviced his friends.

Rick gradually became more adventurous in the dungeon. Sometimes I would be suspended by my breast rings, standing on tip toe to ease the strain, hands fixed to my collar. Then he would use a cane or a whip. I would be forced to keep my toes on the ground or take all my weight on my nipples. But I was good, I took everything he gave me stoically. Then he started hanging me upside down, with my ankles held wide apart, and he whipped my cunt. Occasionally I would be blindfolded, and stand there in darkness wondering what he would do next.

Obviously, the greatest treat would be to be tied in a vulnerable position, say bent double, hands tied to ankles, legs spread apart, and he would penetrate me instead of whipping me. I adored taking his cock in my mouth, arse or cunt, and felt so grateful not to be in pain.

Nothing ever stood still in our lives. When he began to tire of his games in the dungeon, he invited his friends to participate. So, instead of having cocks rammed down my throat, or into my arse or cunt, they were invited to tie me up, cane me, whip me, or slap me in the face or on the buttocks.

Then came the first stranger. I would be made to listen to what each one wanted, money would change hands, and I would ensure that the stranger got what he came for. It was not prostitution, of course, it was just me contributing to the household income, and pleasing Rick by showing how much power he had over me. It started as once a week or so, then became Saturday and Sunday, and then almost nightly.

Some of the scenarios were quite intricate. One of his favourites involved a large board, about five feet high. I knelt in front, knees touching the bottom of the board, ankles wide apart and fixed to bolts in the floor. My mouth was placed against a hole in the board, my nose ring clipped to a hook just above it, and my collar just below. My cunt rings were also fixed tight to the board. I was totally unable to move my head, and when cocks appeared through the hole, I sucked away until the cock’s owner came, but could not see who it was. They, of course, could look over the top of the board and see me clearly. In this contraption, the number of cocks varied from session to session, but never less than three, and sometimes so many I lost count.

He also liked to use my rings during the canings. I was bent over a bar, feet secured as usual at full stretch, my hands clipped out of the way to the back of my collar. Then my nose ring was joined by a short length of chain to my cunt rings, forcing me to bend low. Then my nipple rings were similarly attached to the bar between my ankles. So I was doubly restrained, and when caned. I could not move without causing intense pain in my nose, tits and cunt lips.

And sometimes it was simple, The men involved just wanted to inflict pain, so I was suspended,, on tiptoe, sometimes by my wrists, but also sometimes by my nipples, depending on their preference, and whipped or caned for as long as they had paid for. They also chose whether I was gagged or not. Rick had a selection of gags for them to choose from. The simplest one was a cloth tied round my head, another was a ball with a strap running through it. The ball was forced in my moth behind my teeth, and the strap fastened behind me. Rick was partial to this one, and soon the ball got bigger. Then there was the penis gag. Here a large dildo was forced down my throat until I could take no more, and again a strap held it in place. Finally a gag which used wire springs to force my mouth wide open. The others rendered me unable to speak quite effectively, but this one caused pain as well. My jaws began to ache soon after it was applied. This was popular when I was sucking cocks, although sucking is perhaps the wrong word, as all I could do was lick. But a number of men wanted to force their cocks in and out as if they were fucking my cunt or arse, and for them this was ideal.

Rick told me he would vet the demands made, and ensure I was never asked to go beyond my limits, but strangely, no request was ever turned down, and I received some very intense whippings. There were even times when there were two, paying more than double, and taking it in turns to punish me, and finding ways to have both their cocks in me at once. This usually involved my mouth and one of my other holes, but it also included taking one in my cunt, and one in my arse.

However long the sessions lasted, Rick always rewarded me by using me himself. Most nights I slept in his bed, but it amused him occasionally to chain me to the foot of his bed, and let me sleep on the floor.

I had no pride, no modesty. The times when I went out and wore clothes became less and less. Indoors I was always naked, and more and more frequently I would have my hands restrained, either behind my back or to my collar.

I began to eat from bowls on the floor. I would cook his meal, and then make myself a stew, then kneel down and eat  from the bowl. I was allowed no privacy, when I wanted the lavatory, I had to ask in plain language, to piss or shit, not “please may  use the loo“, and the door was left fully open, so anyone who wanted to could watch me.

Rick’s friends male and female had begun to use me without asking him first, having been given carte blanche, it seems.

One Saturday, we went out in the car, into the country. Of course I was not told where we were going, and I knew better than to ask. When we arrived at a small farm, there were a number of people there already. I was told to strip, and led into a barn by my leash, through my nose. Then I had to kneel by a low rail, only a few inches off the ground,  to which I was attached, with my arms held out along the rail, and strapped at elbow and wrist. and blindfolded. I was well trained, and I made a great effort to stick my arse up in the air, in front of about twenty people. My ankles were pulled apart as far as they would stretch, and attached to ropes, and my knees moved in towards the rail.

After most of the assembled crowd had been to see me up close, and felt all over, and inside my body, there was a buzz of conversation, and I felt something warm behind me. Then it barked! The dog was helped up onto my back, and its cock guided into my cunt. The dog’s prick swelled, and he humped away. Rick told me to put more effort in, so I ground my hips, until the dog came inside me. It was then led round in front of me so I could lick him clean. In all I serviced three dogs, one in the arse, to great cheers. Each time I was given the dog’s prick to clean. When he blindfold was removed and I was released I saw Rick pushing quite a large amount of cash into his pocket.

This became a regular Saturday excursion, although I was not always blindfolded, and sometimes I was unrestrained, and had to reach back and direct the dog into my cunt or arse.

After about six weeks I was told there was a special treat for me, and a small horse was led in for me to service. I thought it was going to split me in two, but my passage was becoming well stretched through constant use, and I brought the horse to completion. Again I cleaned it off, and although it was no longer stiff, it still took some swallowing.

At about this time, Rick started having girls round most nights, and sex with me became less regular, in fact most nights I was chained in the kitchen.

It dawned on me very gradually that I actually meant very little to Rick, except as a way of making money. I presented no challenge, he was sure of me, and my total obedience. At last I took stock of my life, and what I had become, and what I had lost, not least of which was my family.

When Rick went out, I found my clothes, got dressed, removed my collar, found a little money in a drawer, and left the house.

I walked for about half an hour, bought a notebook to write this sad story of one intelligent girl’s stupidity, left it on the seat, and after a final thought, “I wonder if I will feel anything when the train hits me“, I walked away.