Ari knelt with her head bowed and her knees in precise form as had been listed in his ad.

Her few friends and fewer family had warned her against answering ads like this from a fetish website, but Ari felt like she was out of options.  She went to the site specifically to find someone like him: a predator, a master, a man who wished to own her rather than just have her submit.  She would be his property like a desk, a lamp, a comfortable chair.  He’d been very honest about this from the beginning, even brutally so.

Ari had appreciated it and told him.  He hadn’t responded.  He just went on about his requirements of her even before they met.  She took the needed photos of herself.  He knew her intimately before even seeing her.  It was fair in its way.  Who wanted to buy a parcel of land they’d never visited?  Bought a car unseen and undriven?  Well, there was the test drive part of it and that was today.

He told her he wasn’t going to list what he expected because if she took the collar then that was her last decision.  He was giving her a two-hour meeting time with him to decide.  She had to sign a very detailed and legal NDA before showing up for it.  If after two hours, she didn’t want to stay collared then she was free to go.  It was her one and only out.

Again, it seemed to be very fair for the situation and she was surprised he was allowing her any escape hatch at all.  Ari didn’t want one.  She was content to kneel on the hard, cold floor waiting a half hour past when he said he’d arrive.  The part of her that needed this knew this was his first test of her.  If she was offended at his tardiness then she was not ready to be his slave.  He was right.  To be offended would mean she had too much pride and that had no place in the collar she was seeking.

Ari knew what she was.  She would say she was more of a what than a who.  Ari was prey.  She wasn’t the weakling of the herd or nurturing some victim-complex.  Ari wanted to be prey, she wanted to be taken by the predator, she wanted to be devoured with no thought of her feelings about it.  She’d been this way for as long as she could remember.  She’d been in more than a few toxic relationships because of it.  Why?

Because the world created men who were no longer predators and apologized for their primal instincts.  Men who were told to get in touch with their feelings and let themselves be dominated by women or other men.  Ari had caused all the men in her life to finally lash out because she’d forced them to do it.  She really wasn’t a brat or a bitch.  She just wanted to be put in her place and kept there.  She wanted to be the captured prey.  

This led to her last dirty secret, her shame, the thing her family and friends would never understand.  Ari loved to be hurt…physically and, in some ways, emotionally as well.  God, it turned her on like nothing else.  She was tired of having to do it to herself.  This man, this predator, this master made it well-known he was a sadist.  He got sexual satisfaction from inflicting what she needed to receive.  Oh, she could have just tried the Dom/sub route but…there were limits there.  Ari wanted none.

By her being who she was and would be for him, she would find the release she needed, the peace while he would receive the joy of her cries, her squeals, her begging, her whimpers.  He would have the Pride of Ownership.  Ari would have to take good care of herself.  It was mandated.  She would eat well, exercise well, and maintain a high-level of hygiene.  It had all been laid out for her in his documents he’d emailed.  

He had made one comment that gave her a small smile as she kept still for him to come.  “Nice ass.” He’d told her about her photos she’d sent him.  “I’ll put that to good use.” He’d added in their private chat.  Ari had shivered and nearly climaxed just reading his words.  She’d told him so because she wasn’t allowed to keep thoughts to herself and she needed to practice.  It had pleased him, she thought, when she’d replied to him.  After a pause, he had sent in italics soft growl.  

Her body shivered and not from the cold as this all went through her mind.  She wore the very short skirt, the nylons with garter straps, the see-through blouse, the black lace bra, everything he’d told her to do.  She’d cut her hair shorter as he’d commanded.  All of it had put her in such a good mood because she was finally obeying someone who wouldn’t forgive any of her errors.  Just knowing that made her very wet in anticipation.  She’d have soaked her panties if he’d allowed her any.  “They’ll just get in my way.” He’d told her.

The door to this large house had been unlocked as she’d expected.  The spot on the floor where she was to kneel had been marked.  When she heard the door open behind her, she knew what she was supposed to do.

Did she?  She strained to hear without moving.  He could be watching on a camera from somewhere and she was NOT going to disobey.  No way!  Yes…yes, she heard footsteps coming up to the door.  Her heart pounded and her nipples grew painfully erect.  The predator was here and she, his prey, was going to hold still as he pounced upon her.

The door opened.

Ari moved forward to turn her face and plant her cheek on the floor.  Her arms went behind her back.  The skirt was not even a barrier at this point.  He would have full view of all of her as he approached.  She was to stay like this until told otherwise.  Her two hours didn’t start until after he place a collar on her but she held still.

His footsteps stopped right behind her and she heard him crouch down.  Ari bit her lip as she felt his fingers probing her pussy and her anus.  They fondled around her ass.  He smacked it hard once, twice, then spanked her on each side a number of times until she could feel his handprint tattooed onto her skin.

Ari whimpered slightly and prayed it was allowed.

He stopped suddenly and the probed her again.  A soft laugh came from him as he found out what she already knew: she was a lot more wet now than before her spanking.  This is where in the Dom/sub stories he’d tell her she was a Good Girl.  In this reality, he said nothing but grunted as he stood and walked away.

Her head was to the wall so she couldn’t see what he was doing.  It didn’t matter what he was doing, did it?  No, it didn’t.  It didn’t matter if he ignored her for however long.  She was to be his property, his true fucktoy, spanktoy, and sex slave.  Her heart was still thumping from the delicious taste of suffering he’d given her.  Ari was a happy little slave girl.

There was the faint sound of ice.  He was fixing a drink?  His footsteps came close again and he crouched.

Ari couldn’t help but gasp as she felt him push an ice cube up to and into her pussy.  He did it again and again until she had four of them inside of her.  He patted her rump and stood.  Sitting down somewhere in the living room area she was kneeling by, he sighed.

“Up.  Come here.” He softly said.

Ari rose and found where he was then began to crawl to where he was sitting.  He hadn’t said to walk so she didn’t dare do more than he’d commanded.  His eyes told her she’d made the right choice.  She could feel the ice cubes freezing inside of her and sloshing a little as she moved.  It was distracting and also arousing because of the discomfort and because she was being used as his toy.  He was playing with her as was his right.  She wouldn’t say a word about it or any word at all unless allowed.

She approached until he held up his hand.  He made a hand signal she recognized and knelt, sitting on her heels again with arms behind her and bowed head.

“Look.” He told her.

Ari raised her head and saw him clearly for the first time.  Oh, she’d seen photos and they’d done some video chat, too, but he was here and she could feel his presence.  There was a heat or pressure in the room that fell onto her.  He was in charge and was used to being in charge.  He was handsome in an older and rugged way.  It wasn’t a particularly kind face, but she didn’t want him to bekind.

“You enjoyed the spanking as you told me you would.  That’s good.” He told her, then took a sip of his drink.

A strong pulse of heat radiated through her at his slight praise.  

“You didn’t make a sound other than a lovely whimper.” He smiled and she felt a blush.

He laughed.  “Sadly, you’ll lose that blush sooner than I’d like.” He sounded wistful and he also sounded like he knew what he was talking about.  She was obviously not his first. Well, she hadn’t thought she was.

“You also held still for the ice cubes.  This is a very good beginning.” He nodded.  “Tell me how you feel.”

She pursed her lips to wet them.  Licking them didn’t seem right for this time.  “My heart is racing.  I’m very wet even before the melting ice.” She grinned slightly.  He grinned with her.  “You had me wait on purpose to see if I was too full of pride to be collared as a slave.  I liked that.  I liked being forced to display so much when you came inside.” She shrugged.  “I am very aroused by being treated as your property or toy.”

He nodded.  “Enough with the costume.  I enjoyed it when I came in but you will rarely wear this much clothing.  Take it all off…and do so in a way to try to please me.”  He leaned back.

Ari rose to her feet now and began to undress.  The cold water from the ice cubes melting began to trickle down her thighs and get the nylons wet so she was happy they were going away.  She took them off first but turned to bend over away from him so he could enjoy that view.  What master or man wouldn’t enjoy that? She thought.  He’d see again her dark, thin strip of pubic hair as he’d instructed.  It was barely a line but Ari had decided it did look pretty: pretty pussy.  

The skirt came down next and she wriggled a little more than she had to as she got it past her hips.  Another instinctual move to arouse the predator to take her the prey.  She shivered when she heard what he had typed before: a soft growl from him behind her.  It wasn’t cold water only that was dripping from her now.  He’d see more clearly the aquamarine blue gem shining from the end of her butt plug.  

He’d put her on a training schedule three weeks ago and she was now to the large sized plug as he required.  She was to wear them at least two to three hours a day.  Ari had opted for even longer but been very careful about being clean and cautious.  Her skin was lotioned each morning during those weeks and she knew she would feel soft as silk to his fingers.

The blouse and bra were quick to go and she returned to her knees fully naked before him.  

“Display.” He told her.

She moved her knees far apart, back arched forward, head up but eyes slightly down, arms being her back tightly as she held her own elbows.  It was one of the five positions she’d practiced and had shown him her progress in the video chats.  He’d also had her spank, paddle, and strap herself at his whim to further test her.  She’d never hesitated and she’d begged to come as she wasn’t allowed elsewise.  He’d never allowed it.  This had caused more tears, moans, and whimpers but she’d seen his smile widen with each one.  She dedicated her suffering to her master, her owner.  It belonged to him for his pleasure.

He hadn’t let her have an orgasm in the last week.  She was often allowed one each night IF she’d been good.  She’d made sure to be good. It was in her nature.  She knew he’d denied her so she’d be extra sensitive for today.  She was secretly worried that if he touched her in certain spots she might come without being able to stop it!  If she did?  She did and would be punished for it.  It was kind of a win-win for Ari.

He reached inside of his shirt pocket and pulled out a stretch of supple leather.  “We will start with a leather collar for this two hour trial today.  If you stay and continue to be my slave then I may upgrade that to something better so it will look more appropriate in front of any guests.

Guests? Ari heard and her heart skipped a beat.  Of course, he’d entertain guests or friends, Silly Girl.  Would he put way his desk or lamp so the guests didn’t see it?  No.  She would probably be displayed and shown off or…used and abused.  She had no idea and let it go because she had no control over it. 

He’d been watching her carefully, but he didn’t say anything about what he’d seen go through her mind.  Ari relaxed on purpose.   He spoke:  “When I tell you something or command something you will respond with either Yes, Sir or Yes, Master.  I don’t care which one.  It’s one of the very few things you might get a choice about.”

“Yes, Sir.” She answered.  “Yes, Master.” She was testing them out.  Ari felt more vulnerable when she used his title as her Master.  She took it one step further and bowed her head slightly.  “Yes, my master.”  Oh, yes.  She looked up.  “Is that last one allowed, Master?”

He nodded.  “I like it.  Yes. It makes more words for you or more work…so…no more Sir is allowed now.  Master or my master.”

“Yes, my master.” She told him and bowed her head slightly again.  Her toes curled into the carpet from her level of arousal at this feeling.

He’d noticed.  “You’re enjoying your new station, Ari?”

“Yes, Master.  I am.” She nodded.

“Ari, are you a slut?” He asked nonchalantly.

Slowly, she nodded.  “I am a slut, Master.  I am your slut, my master.”

“Why is that true, Slut?” He asked.

She smiled.  “Because I am your sex slave, fucktoy, porn star, Master.  I want to be that whenever and wherever you wish.  I exist to give you sexual pleasure as well as any other commands I receive.”

He nodded.  “You will work to keep yourself in a near constant state of arousal.”

“Yes, my master.” She nodded.  “I will do so.  I am so already, Master.”

“Because I made you wait a week?” He asked.

“That and…I am experiencing what I wanted and that is very arousing.  I feel owned, used, and without any regard for my feelings or pride.  It feels…good, Master.” She shrugged.

He nodded once more.  His fingers snapped and he pointed to in front of him.  Quickly, she knelt where he’d shown her.  Snapping always meant to kneel immediately.  If he gave a direction then follow it.  If he gave no direction, she was to kneel where she’d been standing when she heard it.  A dark part of her hoped and prayed he’d snap his finger somewhere very public.  The humiliation?  The embarrassment?  Yes, please, Master.

He leaned forward and began to put the collar on her.  “Normally, there’s be promises or vows if this was a Dom/sub dynamic.  For you?  Putting this collar on your signifies your rejection of any rights or freedoms.  You willingly release those and become my property for the space of two hours from when I close the collar.  This is understood?” He asked.

“Yes, Master.” She whispered.  Her voice was a little shaky with emotion and tension.  It was HAPPENING!!

The leather touched her skin and felt warm from his pocket.  Ari was probably imagining that but she felt the two snaps snap shut at the back of her neck.  The collar had a round, metal ring just under her chin that draped down and she knew why it was there.

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a silver, metal leash which he clipped to the ring.  It had a leather strap handle on the end.  He showed it to her.  One side said Slave.  The other side said Whore.  He dropped it to the floor.

Leash Laws.  She was now effectively locked where she was until he picked up the leash.  She would face terrible punishment if she moved the end of the leash from where it was lying.  She’d know this and practiced it at home before coming here.

“You will now begin to Edge yourself…over and over until I say otherwise.  Your two hours have begun.  I expect to hear some lovely music from you soon.” He stood and took his drink into the kitchen and left her alone on the carpet of the living room.

Ari began to rub her clit in the best ways she knew how to fire herself up quickly.  She was so hot already that her first moan came in just three seconds, followed by whimpers.  She closed her eyes and reveled in the self-torture.  This was something she was already good at doing.  She got close and forced herself to stop and take a breath then began again.  

Her eyes opened to see him watching with clear amusement at her singing. His eyes flashed with heat as he watched his prey weaken herself for him by her own hand. She made herself more vulnerable, more submissive, more plaint with each groan and shuddering sob. She wouldn’t stop until he said. She knew she’d keep going until she wore a spot on her very sensitive skin. Ooo, a blister on her clit? She’d never tried that before.

…to be continued…