Rebecca Ch. 01

You will find that life as her slave is easier because she will make all the difficult decisions for you. She will determine your clothing, your bedtime, your social interactions and of course when, where, how and by whom you will be fucked.

Please make sure you have cash on hand and a spare key. See you tomorrow!

Sincerely, Lady Sonja.

Now I have what I wanted a year ago. The problem was that I no longer wanted it. What a fool I had been! But Sonja, Lady Sonja, was right. I was caught in Mistress Jessica's net, helpless and at her mercy. On the other hand, I had been tricked by the most charming person I could imagine. In the end, I decided to comply. I withdrew the maximum amount of cash from the nearest ATM.

I went to the locksmith and got a duplicate key.

Jessica arrived in the early evening of the next day, accompanied by Lady Sonja.

I greeted the ladies politely.

I was ordered to undress and then examined by both of them.

You have a lot of work to do, Jessica!' Lady Sonja remarked.

"The bitch is certainly untrained," my new mistress replied.

Then she turned to me and said, "You will not be punished today because you have not yet learned the rules. Lady Sonja will explain them to you. In the future, you will be punished if you don't follow a rule."

"Get on your knees and spread your legs.

I did as I was told.

"Interlock your fingers behind your neck! Keep your back straight! Look down!

This is Position 1.

You will assume Position 1 whenever you hear Mistress Jessica enter the house.

Next rule: You will not speak unless spoken to.

Third rule: You will always be clean-shaven!

One more rule to remember:

Your mistress is always right. You will never contradict her."

"Yes, Lady Sonja!"

"You may get up now and sit there!"

She pointed to a chair on my kitchen table.

I rose and sat down.

Lady Sonja placed some composite pages on the table in front of me. "Sign," she ordered.

I read the title "Contract".

I continued to read. The contract said that I would employ Ms. Jessica *** as a teacher to teach me 'proper behavior'.

Her monthly salary would be exceptionally high, far above the amount normally available to a student.

The contract also stated that if I quit, I would have to pay a compensation of 50,000.

"The contract was drawn up by a lawyer, a former client of mine. It is watertight."

Sonja smirked.

I signed. What else could I do?

But I had to admit that Sonja had done what I had asked.

"Position 1!" Mistress Jessica shouted.

I immediately dropped to my knees, spread my legs and put my hands behind my neck.

Unfortunately, I forgot to look down. Within seconds she produced a riding crop and lashed me twice across my boobs. I screamed. In a reflex, I put my hands in front of my tits to protect them.

„You have some hard work ahead of you, Jessica!" Lady Sonja said, "But you'll get through it."

She took her bag and said: "I will leave you now. If you need any help, you can count on me, Jessica." Then she turned to me and said: "If you have something to say, say it now, bitch!"

I replied: "I was a bit foolish. You did what I asked, and now I have to deal with the results."

Before I knew it, another blow hit my tits.

"Wrong answer! The correct answer would have been: 'thank you very much for fulfilling my wish, Lady Sonja!' Now say it again!" I obeyed.

Sonja, now Lady Sonja, gave Jessica, now Mistress Jessica, a fleeting kiss on the cheek and left.

"Look up, bitch!" Mistress Jessica ordered.

I looked into Mistress Jessica's mischievous grinning face.

"You were not holding your position. You were also trying to protect your slutty tits. Tell me, how many strokes do you deserve?"

"I beg you to give me a severe punishment, Mistress! The number of strokes is up to you."

Smiling, she took out a piece of metal from her bag. It turned out to be a kind of yoke. Soon she had secured my wrists and neck.

"I don't want your filthy fingers interfering with the punishment."

Then she began to whip my breasts with the riding crop like an experienced dominatrix. Soon my tits turned blue. I was crying. No doubt, even if she wasn't an experienced dominatrix yet, she was certainly well trained by Lady Sonja.

Eventually she finished my punishment. Still sobbing, I managed to thank her.

"Go to bed now. See you tomorrow."

The next morning, Mistress Jessica showed up early. I was in position one when she entered the house. Mistress Jessica checked my position and made some minor adjustments.

"It's time to set some more rules," Mistress Jessica said cheerfully. "Sonia has introduced me to some of her former colleagues, all very nice ladies. And so helpful! Some of them still work as professional Mistresses. Did you know that they all have personal slaves in addition to their paying clients? I want to benefit from their experiences. They told me the best way to keep a slave in a horny state is to forbid any kind of sex. If they are horny enough the will willingly perform any kind of sex, despite of their personal preferences. One of the mistresses presented her slave to me. She had been a shy young woman, barely of age, when Mistress Denise took her in. Now, three years later, she is a real pain slut. The connection between pain and orgasm is firmly anchored in her brain. Keeping her in chastity for a couple of months worked."

She was silent for a while, watching to see if her words caused any reaction in me. eventually she asked me: "Would you like to become a pain slut as well?"

I shuddered. Jessica rummaged in her handbag and finally took out a small gift-wrapped box. "Open it!"

I opened the box and found a watch. I looked at it with astonishment. „This is a smartwatch," Mistress Jessica explained. „In your case, it's a slavewatch. It tracks all your physical data: heart rate, blood pressure, breathing rate, and more. It also has a built-in GPS tracker. You will wear it all the time. All data is sent to my computer, so I know where you are." With a playful smile, she continued, "Thanks to AI, I'm notified right away if the data shows that you're having an orgasm. But of course, you're not allowed to have one."

I put on the watch. "Thank you, Mistress!"

"And now", my Mistress continued, „let's talk about your daily routines."

I looked at her face and noticed a gleeful grin.

"Before you dress, light a candle, look into the flame, calm yourself and say the following words 10 times: 'I am proud to have such beautiful breasts. I am proud to have such a desirable cunt. My mission in life is to serve as a sex toy. Repeat it, slut!"

I repeated: "I am proud to have such beautiful breasts. I am proud to have such a desirable cunt. My mission in life is to serve as a sex toy."

"This phrase is called your 'mantra,'" Mistress Jessica explained with a smile.

Then she said: "Get into a comfortable position!

I did as she said.

"Close your eyes. Breathe slowly and deeply!"

I did that for about two minutes.

I calmed down.

"Now say your mantra again!"

I obediently repeated, "I am proud to have such beautiful boobs. I am proud to have such a desirable cunt. My mission in life is to serve as a sex toy."

"You will repeat this little exercise every morning before you get dressed," she ordered. "And whenever you have time and peace during the day, you will repeat this exercise as well!"

"Yes, Mistress Jessica!"

***

During the day I learned five more slave positions, such as the "position for inspection", as Mistress Jessica called it, where I had to stand upright, interlace my fingers at the back of my neck and spread my legs.

That night, as I lay in my bed, I thought about whether what I had got was really what I wanted when I asked Sonja to train Jessica to be a dominatrix.

Slowly I realized what it meant to be Jessica's sex slave.

And now I'm excited, but also a little anxious, about what the next few weeks will bring.