Household slave

Author's Foreword

I didn't want to write... But Diana pestered me to death. Write it down! I had to. A story, completely made up out of thin air. Well, maybe not entirely out of thin air. I guess I just missed the Master. And he doesn't have time — he's busy with construction...

Part I. Acquaintance

Katya turned 19 when she firmly decided to move from her small town to the capital. Everyone tried to talk her out of it, everyone tried to hold her back — friends, parents, neighbors. But Katya wouldn't even listen. I'm going and that's it.

Actually, she was a normal girl, tall, slender, with a natural sense of style in clothes,

with long, well-groomed hair, well, not a painted beauty, but not an ugly duckling either. She graduated from technical college and decided to try her luck in Moscow.

Of course, everything turned out like for most — she got a job for pennies, barely made ends meet, and when she was asked to vacate yet another rented apartment, Katya was completely upset. (Specially for .org — ) She was sitting on a bench in the park, pensively looking into the distance. She was so immersed in her gloomy thoughts that she didn't immediately notice a man sit down next to her on the bench. Middle-aged, looking a little over forty, a classic men's suit, tie, and shoes polished to a shine.

"What's the matter, girl, troubles?" he started the conversation when Katya looked at him.

"Yeah, I'm being evicted from my apartment, and I have nowhere to go," she replied trustingly, without expecting to herself.

And in general, there was some inexplicable attraction, calmness, confidence emanating from this man. One wanted to trust him. And Katya fell for it.

"My name is Alexey Yuryevich. Let's go sit in a cafe, have some coffee, and you'll tell me everything."

"Okay."

At the cafe table, Katya told her ordinary story of an ordinary provincial girl.

"I'll ask you a few questions, which you must answer directly and honestly. Can you cook?"

"Yes."

Katya grew up in a simple working-class family; besides her, there were two younger twin brothers. So Katya learned to cook and keep house early.

"Are you a virgin?"

This question embarrassed Katya, she suddenly remembered how it happened, and involuntarily shuddered.

"I'm waiting for an answer."

"No," she said and blushed.

"Tell me how it happened."

She really didn't want to talk about it, especially to a complete stranger, but he suddenly gently covered her hand with his, and again she wanted to trust him.

"Alright, that's all in the past. Have you had many men since then?"

"No, I'm not good at meeting people, in general," Katya mumbled and couldn't formulate a thought.

"Are you satisfied with your job?"

It felt like an interrogation, but Katya was beginning to understand that all these questions were being asked for a reason.

"No."

"Good. I have a proposal for you. I'm not rushing you for an answer, you can refuse, but if you accept this proposal, your life will change. I'm offering you slavery..."

Katya shuddered, raised her eyes to this solid, respectable man, but was met with a calm, confident gaze.

"Don't be scared right away. Listen to the end. I'm offering you to move in with me. Your duties will include all housework, but besides that, you will provide your body to me when I demand it. No, I'm not going to take your passport, lock you in a cage, or put you on a chain. Moreover, I will pay you an allowance, which you can spend at your discretion. And at any moment you can leave my house, I won't hold you by force."

Katya thought... Maybe it's not so scary after all? What does she have to lose? Of course, she could return to her little town tomorrow. And what to do there? And here — well, housework didn't scare her at all, she was used to it, and as for her body... Well, someday she will belong to a man, why not start right now?

"And you won't torture me, torment me?"

Alexey Yuryevich laughed:

"Do I look like an executioner to you? It all depends on your desire and ability to fulfill all my requirements."

"Well, I want to try."

"That's good then. Tomorrow you'll quit your job, pack your things. Where and at what time should I pick you up?"

"By five I'll manage..."

The next day, exactly at five, a car pulled up to the entrance of her now former rented apartment. Katya was waiting outside. Alexey Yuryevich took her bag and put it in the trunk, opened the passenger door. Katya got into the car. So her new life began.

Part II. Initiation

They entered an apartment on the third floor of a multi-story building. Alexey Yuryevich put her bag by the door, helped Katya take off her raincoat and hung it on a hanger in the closet. The tour of the house took some time. Kitchen, living room, study, and the Master's bedroom. That was what constituted Katya's duties as a housekeeper. Breakfast at nine, dinner at six. A separate small bedroom was allocated for Katya. There was a bed, a dressing table with a mirror, and a wardrobe. They returned to the kitchen.

"Make us some coffee and sit down at the table."

Katya made coffee and put two cups on the table.

"So, today you will submit to me completely, I will have you in every hole. Don't be afraid, I'm not a beast or a sadist, I think you might even like it. But first I must be sure you're doing this voluntarily. You still have time to refuse and leave, I'll even buy you a ticket to your town if you wish."

"No, I want to try."

"Good, from this minute you will call me Master and address me only formally. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Let's go to the living room."

The Master sat on the sofa, and Katya remained standing confusedly in the middle of the room.

"Take off all your clothes."

Katya looked hesitantly into the Master's eyes and met a hard, cold gaze. 'Silly angel, I'm initiating you into love,' for some reason a phrase from the rock opera "Juno and Avos," her favorite rock opera, surfaced in her memory...

Katya was trembling a little, she was afraid and wanted this. Where did this come from? Katya took off her clothes and remained standing completely defenseless, so small despite her not-so-small height.

"Come to me."

"Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back."

Katya obeyed. Was she thinking at that moment? Did she want something? Probably not. Like a hypnotized rabbit before a boa constrictor, she obediently carried out another's will.

"And now answer my question — do you want to continue? You can still leave."

Her will was paralyzed.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good, then listen carefully. You are forbidden to change your position until I allow it. You are forbidden to wear underwear at home. I must always be sure that your entire body is at my disposal. Today I will fuck you. Exactly that. Everywhere. Today you will become mine completely. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"You must answer: yes, Master. Once more — is everything clear to you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

In his hands, suddenly somehow, or maybe Katya missed something, there was a leather collar; she didn't have time to examine it, but it had some rings on it.

"When I put it on you, you will become my thing, my property, and you will transfer all rights to your body and soul to me... Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master."

"This is the first thing you are not allowed to touch with your hands. Do you want to put it on?"

"Yes, Master," — Katya was as if not herself, to such an extent was all this mesmerizing.

She suddenly saw how the collar, which was supposed to close around her neck, flew over her head to the side.

"Bring it to me," — a sharp, cold voice brought her back to earth.

Katya turned around; the collar was lying nearby, but she still had to get to it. How? She couldn't stand up, she couldn't touch it with her hands. How? She went on her knees, luckily it wasn't far, and then it dawned on her — she would bring it in her teeth. She leaned over, took the collar in her teeth, and moved back. When she raised her head, she met the Master's smiling eyes, although his face was absolutely impassive. He took the collar in his hands and put it on her neck.

"And now you must learn something else."

Next to the sofa was a door. The Master took the ring on the collar and pulled her along. Katya moved after him on her knees. Behind the door was a room. Small, with mirrors on the walls and ceiling. A sort of mirrored closet. In the middle stood a couch, or rather, a bench upholstered in leather, and right on the mirrors hung various straps, whips, bamboo canes, paddles. Katya had never even seen such things.

"And here I will spank you."

"But... Master, I, I've never, it will hurt, I can't, no..."

"And one more rule — the word 'NO' does not exist for you. My word is law, you obey it. You could have left, but you stayed. Now I will introduce you to all the rules, and you will remember them, and if you remember poorly, your ass will feel it immediately. I won't be too zealous today, I'll just let you feel everything that can land on your ass with full force. Hands forward."

Katya extended her hands. First on one, then on the other, the Master put on leather bracelets with carabiners and attached them to the collar, so her hands were pressed to her chin.

"Lie on the couch, face down."

Katya obeyed. She settled in to be comfortable; she didn't like lying on her stomach. And here her hands were shackled. She couldn't see, but she felt the same leather bracelets closing on her ankles as on her hands. The Master spread her legs and attached the bracelets to rings on the couch. Now she was absolutely helpless.

"In this room you can scream, no one will hear you here," the Master continued explaining the rules in an even, calm voice, while he slapped Katya's bottom a couple of times with his open palm.

She gasped.

"What's the matter? That's just a hand. Now I will apply each item to your ass in turn, just to give you a taste. Today it won't be very painful."

Round paddles, wide and narrow straps, he tried them all on her. By the end, Katya was quietly crying, but not screaming. Her bottom was burning, and the Master continued explaining the rules during the process.

"Your spanking day will be Saturday, I will inform you of the time the day before. Exactly at the appointed time, I must find you here, in this room, on your knees by the bench, without any clothes, you will put on the bracelets yourself. During the week, you will write down all your mistakes and slip-ups. Based on that, I will assign your punishment. And don't try to hide anything from me. For any deception or omission, you will receive three times the prescribed amount. And now the most important thing..."

The Master took Katya by the hair and pulled her head up; through the tears in her eyes, she saw a multi-tailed whip in front of her. Thin leather straps fanned out in the Master's hand.

"This is the second thing you are not allowed to touch with your hands. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," Katya sobbed.

A swing of the hand and the whip came down along her body from top to bottom, it even seemed to land between her spread legs on the most tender spot. Another swing and another... Katya screamed...

"There, there, girl, that's all, I won't do it anymore."

The Master unclipped the carabiners on her legs.

"Stand up!"

Katya obeyed. She slid off the couch and knelt before the Master. He unclipped her hands, and she hastily put them behind her back. Katya was trembling. The Master wiped the tears from her eyes with a hand that was somehow too gentle.

"After a spanking, you must say: thank you for the lesson, Master."

Katya obediently mumbled, memorizing the phrase.

Part III. Submission

The Master took her by the ring on the collar again and pulled her along; again she followed him on her knees to the hall. The Master sat on the sofa.

"Well, and now, as promised, I will fuck you. Everywhere. Have you had anal sex?"

"No," — Katya looked at her tormentor in horror. How so? He promised not to torment her.

"Today you will. And don't be so scared. It's no more painful than losing your virginity. I won't harm you. Just trust me, that's all."

And again that soothing voice. Well, so be it... Katya was already trying not to think about the bad, just obeying, dissolving in that calm voice.

"We need to rest a little. Go, make some coffee and bring it here. You may stand up."

Katya stood up and for some reason immediately felt embarrassed by her nakedness. She hurried to the kitchen. Thoughts were spinning in her head. Different ones. She was both afraid and wanted to continue. She remembered that voice, those calm intonations. No, he wouldn't harm her, wouldn't maim her. He would simply possess her. Completely. Well, what's so bad about that? Consider that you're simply being taught to live, to belong to a man, to give yourself to him, to serve him. He is strong, he is worthy of becoming his thing... And in any case, it's better than ending up on the street or returning to her little town.

Katya put two cups of coffee on a tray and went to the hall. Her hands were treacherously trembling.

"There, there, girl, let me help."

The Master took the tray from her hands and placed it on the coffee table by the sofa. Next to him lay two metal tubes, which he deftly twisted together and placed next to him on the sofa. Katya knelt down. For some reason, in this position, she felt more comfortable, as if her nakedness didn't embarrass her as much. The Master handed her