The first days of servitude

After the fight with the hooligans you took John to your house. He seemed unsure about your announcement about enslaving him, but at first anything seemed to be fine with him. The first thing you did was use your knowledge of first aid to take care of his more serious injuries. An easy excuse to get him to take off his shirt. Then, just as you finished, you threw his shirt into the corner, and then followed up with your own clothes and turned on the TV. Not surprisingly, John just stared at your orbs like an idiot.

"Are you waiting for an invitation?" you asked sternly. "Strip down and fetch me a coffee, ****! I've had a shitty day."

"Sorry, I am a little shy," John nervously apologized while wrestling off his pants.

Your answer was an immediate kick in the balls. Not hard enough to make him pass out, but enough that he immediately dropped to his knees and clutched his crotch. It was important to show him that this was no game.

"Don't complain, wimp!" you told him. "You're my ****. You have no rights, and do as I say. Otherwise I'll punish you. And if I get REALLY mad, you will regret it. Now stop crying and take your clothes off!"

"Yes, Mistress," John gasped and got up with difficulty.

He then followed your orders, in order to not risk another kick to his private areas. When he finally stood completely naked in front of you, you inspect his cock. It is not the biggest one you have ever seen but, it's at least average. His face, meanwhile, is blushing red. You can only assume that he's never had a girlfriend before. He quickly tries to cover his penis but you **** his hands away. You then gently fondle his ball sack and lift his cock a bit. As your fingers brush over it, it swells as John gets an erection.

"I … I am sorry, Jenny," stumbled John, "I am not …"

"Yes, you should be sorry!" you say, and dig your sharp nails in his shaft. "You again forgot the mistress and instead addressed me by my name. You deserve to be punished."

"What? Why?" John asked and panicked, "but I …"

"Get my coffee," you command, "and when you get back here get on all fours! Oh, and don't forget milk and sugar."

John rushed to your kitchen and began to prepare your coffee. Knowing he'd take a while, you decide to watch TV. It was already evening and a few news programs are already available. You continue searching channels and see there are some lame story's about the presidents economy plans, which by the way are a total waste. When finally John came back with a cup of coffee, you took it and he knelt on the ground.

"Face me!" you demand, and John followed orders.

To his surprise you crossed your legs behind his head and pulled him deep in your lap, so his mouth was right over your pussy. He looked up at you with a begging expression, afraid of what would come next.

"Lick!" you say and increase the pressure on his head.

He hesitated for a moment, and you way "Hey look at this!" and released your ****. "That's the thug with the gun."

"... the police confirmed that the men was indeed Marko Dunlop. According to district attorney Lewis there was a warrant for his arrest as, two years ago, he **** a 16 year old student before taking her to an unknown hideout and **** her numerous times. She was then found by a local hunter, wandering a nearby forest disoriented. District Attorney Lewis promised that, after Mister Dunlops recovery, he would be sent to prison immediately. But he also made clear that the police will also look for the unknown woman who broke his arm. Vigilantism can not be tolerated …"

"I love you too, motherfuckers," you growl and turn the TV off, "That's good coffee by the way."

"Thanks, mistress," answered John. "I was a waiter in a Café a week ago. Well, until I was fired."

"Why did they fired you?" you asked interested.

"Well … the Café got a … more entertaining waitress," John explained, depressed. "She always flirts with the customers and never buttons her top."

"So she is a slut?" you asked and slapped your pets ass, "Don't worry, I'll deal with her too. But I'm getting tired. Move your ass to the bed."

John shuffled to his feat, unsure. He clearly becomes more nervous with every step and you sigh and shove him the last meter.

Finally, there he laid, on his back watching you in fear. You slowly crawled on top of him like a predatory cat and purred with your pleasure. Your large breasts pressed against your slaves chest and he began to get hard. Then you lean in and press your lips to his for a long, **** kiss.

"Ever had sex?" you asked seductively and he shook his head in response. "Just as I thought. Relax and enjoy. They say nobody ever forgets their first time."

You really wanted to proactively make it up for him. After all, this could be the last time he would ever have any sexual pleasure without needing your permission. However, the sexual knowledge in the room was rather unbalanced. You were very experienced, and he was was a virgin. He acted like you were made out of glass and had been far too careful while you wanted it rough. So you took things in your own hands, slammed down onto his dick without warning, and began to ride him silly. Then you bit his ear lobes and kissed his neck to stimulate him even further. Luckily, he soon got the clue.

He took your butt in both hands and aided your movements. He also took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked hard. You begin to thing that, with some training, he could become a good lover. Impressively, it was after nearly half an hour of this that you feel him trying to hold back his orgasm.

"I can feel you are close." you whisper in your slaves ear. "Do you want to come? You don't need my permission THIS time."

"But, I don't have a condom." John said and started to look around in a panic.

"I'm on the pill." you calmed him down. "So don't hold back, enjoy it!"

Unsure between his lack of experience and his wish to please you, John hesitated a bit longer but finally shot his load deep inside your pussy. You hit you climax only a few moments later and eventually collapsed onto his slender body; your tits accidentally pushed into his face. You then rolled over to lay next to him and used the following minutes to relax and enjoy.

"Not bad for a first time," you told John, "and I believe we can improve your skills after you spend some time in chastity."

"You are amazing!" John gasped and tired to kiss you again, but you stopped him.

"Do me a favor and get over to the closet there," you asked John, and he immediately followed your orders; even if he was a little disappointed.

"Do you want special pajamas or a nightgown?" he asked after he had opened the closet; not noticing that you snuck up behind him.

"I prefer sleeping naked." you whispered in his ear. "This is your sleeping place."

Before he could react, you gag him and shove him into the closet and lock the door. Then you enjoyed Johns protests as you went to bed. You already knew, that tomorrow would be a long day.

The next day you realized, that you really should have prepared better. You had a few chains, ropes and handcuffs from the BDSM-Sessions with your former asshole boyfriends. But to keep your **** permanently, you needed professional gear. A cage, feeding bowls, a serious chastity device, and a few more **** tools. But you couldn't just go out shopping while John was unguarded. He could try to flee or call the police. And keeping him locked up in the closet wasn't a long term solution either. You have to find help. Some sadistic bitch who understands you, and had no problem keeping your **** until you got everything you needed; and you knew exactly who the best option was.

You called her, and she agreed to immediately rush over. Maria was one of your oldest friends. She was the only one who tried to hold you back in elementary school. Later, she grew into an arrogant bitch just like you, but not even close to as strong as you. You did some bullying together, and now she lives in the neighborhood. She had no desire to study, ever, and she worked as a secretary in her grandparents company. She also had gotten you an internship as a security guard, which you needed to get the funds for school.

"Maria, sweetheart, great to see you again!" you greet her as soon as she enters your apartment, "How are you doing? I heard the police came to your home."

"Yeah, crazy story." Maria told you. "You know my neighbor? The one I have a crush on? Well, a few weeks ago, he had birthday. When he cleaned up afterward he found a naked girl in the trash container. A living one! The police found out that she was the victim of a pedophilic old man who'd tortured and abused her since she was a young girl. Then she apparently got too old and was put in the trash like shit. She always calls the people around her master and mistress, and cleans every single spot to earn her keep. My neighbor and the police worked something out so she could stay at his place until she recovers from her psychological damage."

"Crazy shit," you agreed surprised, "so you have a new neighbor now. Are there any problems?"

"No ... not really it's just ..." Maria mumbles, "forget it. It's not your problem."

"Come on, tell me," you say.

"Just … what should I do if she stays longer?" asked Maria sadly, "She always looks at my beloved and calls him her 'master'. I know she is mentally ill, but what if she never recovers and stays with him?"

"If she's a problem, just call me," you offer, "I'll shove her in a trash bag and drive her to waste disposal personally."

"No, better not." Maria said and shakes her head. "Maybe there's no real problem. She's a ****. She isn't even capable of seeing herself as a girlfriend to anyone."

"Glad to hear it." you say. "Speaking of slaves, I called you because of a special reason."

You open the closet and John immediately falls out. He immediately panics as he sees another woman and tries to hide his naked body, but you just put a foot on his chest and pin him down.

"This is John," you explain and take the the gag out of his mouth, "and, from now on, he is my ****. I caught him yesterday during the riots after the soccer game. He is a real wimp. John, say hello to my friend."

"H … Hello," John stumbled and tried to cover his naked cock again.

"You are a crazy, inhuman, mentally ill, bitch," Maria says laughing, "Please don't kill me for saying that. Now, how can I help? I can't make corpses disappear, by the way."

"No need … for now …," you answer. "I need to buy some things and I can't leave him alone."

"Anything I should know," Maria asks, "Besides don't let him wear clothes and keep him away from keys?"

"Well, I haven't fed him today." you explain. "Do me a favor and let him eat a piece of bread or something like that. And if you want you can use him for your personal pleasure. He's probably skilled with his tongue but I haven't tested him much on it." you then suddenly grab Maria between the legs and start roughly stimulating her pussy. "Or would you prefer I do this?"

"Stop it, you crazy bitch," Maria demanded with a laugh. "you know I'm not bi."

"Right, you are in a one-sided relationship with a guy who keeps a ****." you agreed with a laugh of your own. "So, I will be back in a few hours. Don't break anything or I break your bones. And don't hesitate to have some fun with my bitch. See you."

When you returned, you had a big box with a cage to build with you. It was not cheap, but you had a guarantee that, once built, nobody would be able to escape without the key. Maria, meanwhile, seemed to have had fun with John. She was sitting naked on your couch with Johns head between her thighs, and he had the dried juice of at least one of her orgasms on his face.

"Seems you had fun." you say and pass Maria a shirt. "Did he caused any trouble?"

"No, he's really tame."Maria answered while petting John's head. "We had a lot of fun... Well, I had fun. He only begged me to stop and let him go. But I am always happy to help you."

"I owe you one," you tellMaria and kiss her goodbye.

"So, did you enjoy my friends pussy?" you ask with a smile after Maria had left. "Maybe I should invite her over more often."

"Come on, this isn't funny anymore." John complained. "Please let me go. This is too much too fast for me. I didn't knew that you were into these kind of things. And that's OK. We can even stay in contact if you want. I'd like that. But this is too much for me, and what the hell is in the big box?"

"Your cage," you tell him, sounding strict and flat, "or did you thought you were allowed to sleep in a bed like a human?"

Now John finally panicked and realized that you hadn't been playing games with him. You truly intended to keep him in a cage like an animal. This seemed to have made him forget about being naked because he tried to flee immediately. To his credit, he managed to get behind you and almost reached the door, but you had no problem tackling him and pinning down him; he just was too slow and weak and you held him in a painful grip and his resistance quickly died.

"Please let me go!" John begged, "You can't do this, it's just crazy!"

"Maybe," you answered, "but I don't care. You are my pet now! As long as I haven't gotten tired of you, we will keep it that way. You have no family. You have no girlfriend. I don't even know if you have real friends. There is no one who will think to look for you here, and the only one who knows about the incident where we met is about to face a twelve year prison stay. Maybe more, I'm no lawyer. So, do what I say or your life could become very unpleasant for the foreseeable future."

"But I'm a person!" he protested weakly under you. "I have friends … and a job … and …"

"Liar!" you shouted and quickly kicked him. "You told me you were fired recently, and don't tell me you call this wrecked bunch of shit a life. You should be grateful. I've rescued you. Not only from dumb ass punks, but from your your own miserable way of living. You are a sissy and a looser. Everybody is pushing you around, including me; to be fair. But with me as your mistress, I can protect you. I can make your live better. I already did as much when I took your virginity; and all I want in return is your loyalty, servitude, and sometimes a little suffering. Trust me, you will love it or at least learn to. Not that it would change anything that's going to happen if you don't."