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She knelt before me: vulnerable, trembling, kneeling, and naked.

Her eyes filled with silent tears as she looked up at me.

“Master, Sir, please…Please, I beg you with every fiber of my submissive and slave self.  Please, hurt me…feed yourself on me and my pain…bend me.”  She swallowed.  “No, break me to your will.”

Seth felt the massive rush of power she had just sent to him with her words and raw emotions.  His little slave slut was indeed coming into her own.

Sydney had been so conservative in the beginning.  

“What are you doing to me?” She pleaded over and over as he took her a step further into her submission and his clutches.  Clutches.  He sounded so like a villain.  No, she did nothing; she did not beg for first.  He was adamant about that.  Patience was so key.

She had begged him to paddle her so she couldn’t sit.

She had begged him to let her show herself in naked photos to him whenever he wished it and they were apart.

She begged to become a slave and was more than submissive and called him her master.

Now…she begged to be broken to his will.

“And if I chose to break you of being able to tell me no again?  No safewords, no outs…only obedience?” He asked.  His effort was to give her one last out before there was no turning back.

Her eyes fell to his feet as she breathed in a ragged pant.  Her emotions were taking over her.  Sydney looked up.  “Sir, I am yours to break.”  She even smiled slightly.

“Wow,” Seth whispered.  He knew it wasn’t very Dom-like of him to say, but she deserved to know how much her words had rocked him.

Her smile widened in acknowledgement of his admission.

“Put on your collar, hair in a ponytail, be kneeling and ready in your closet in five minutes.  I will do as you beg me to do.  There will be no going back.” He told her.

She nodded silently, rose, blew him a kiss, and left to get ready.

Seth sat there in…some kind of emotion.  In all his years as a Dom and Maste, he’d never met her like before.  She so naturally meant to service from her knees.  She craved it.  All the naughty, nasty, shameful, wicked parts of it were like candy to her.  She couldn’t get or give him enough.

The climaxes she’d given him?  He’d never had better, and that was saying a lot.  Sydney knew.  She deserved to know.  Seth also was aware in telling her he further cemented her need, even hunger, to please him all the more.

Seth was in no way a monogamous dominant.  There were just too many pretty pussies to plunder, jiggling and perky breasts to bite, and curvacious asses to spank, paddle, whip and then ride.  He’d already experienced more than he’d ever had thought possible.  No one would believe it all.  He barely did.

Now, her…Sydney…his sweet slave slut.  The more shameful he pulled her down, the more she enjoyed and hungered for the subsequent depravity.  A long time ago, Seth had been told by a submissive woman that if he needed a harem so much, then someone wasn’t doing their job right.  He’d laughed it off.

Sydney made him rethink the comment she had made to him.

Shaking his head to clear it, he put himself into the proper mindset.  In cases like this, there had to be someone who was driving and saw the road.  No matter how intoxicating the sex or the action, Seth needed to be in control and keep things as safe as possible.  Sane was not an option at this point.

He knew she’d be wondering why it was happening in her closet.  It wasn’t time for explanations now, but he’d later tell her it was because that was a fundamental transition spot for her.  A place where she came naked and got clothed—a place where she changed from casual to formal to casual again.

He would break her to his will here, and each time she came in here, she would remember. It would be firmly seated into her basic self, where he wanted such a powerful change to be rooted.

Picking up what he wanted to bring along the way, he entered her closet and shut the door behind him.  She was as promised.  Naked and kneeling with her slave collar around her neck.  After tonight, he would have her wear it publicly and at home.  She would do as she was told and like it…for his sake.

“On your back, legs in the air.” He commanded.

A soft whimper came from her as she recognized the beginning of Diaper Position.  She hated it with a red, hot passion.  Everyone did.  It was because it was so effective.  Often, the Dom or Domme would be the one to hold the legs up.  Seth wasn’t so kind.

“Arms around your thighs, hug your legs to your chest.  Make yourself completely vulnerable to me, little slave.” He told her.

“Yes, Master.” She whispered.  Sir wasn’t in this closet.  There was only Master, and she knew it.  She was hardwired at this point to obey as wholly as she was capable.

Her arms slid around her bare thighs and hugged her legs up tight. 

This left her pussy, tight hole, and curved ass entirely at his mercy and he wasn’t feeling any tonight.  She’d begged him to do this.  He would not disappoint her.

Now, he let her see the long, heavy, wooden spoon he’d brought.  The kitchen classic that made even the toughest brat sing a new tune.  Sydney’s eyes grew wide, but she stayed silent.

Kneeling beside her, he trailed the edge of the spoon up and down her bare thighs and ass.  She shivered.

“Tell me again…beg from me again what you did before.” He whispered in a silky voice to her.

Now, she whimpered.  Her breathing became fast, but she concentrated.  Such a good girl for him, she was. 

“Master, please…Please, I beg you with every fiber of my slave self.  Please, hurt me…feed yourself on me and my pain…bend me.”  She swallowed.  “No, break me to your will.”  Her whimper came again, and she trembled.

Seth didn’t miss that she’d left out any of the submissive references; it was only Master and slave right now.

“Eyes.” He told her.

Hers went to his and waited.

“And if I chose to take away your ability to deny me…anything…ever…ever again? What then, little slave?” He asked.

Her tongue darted to lick her lips, unaware how sensuous it looked when she was in this position.

“I am…yours to break, Master.” She told him.  

He nodded.  “Tell me why you want this so badly.  I need to hear it, and you need to own it.”

She whined slightly at having to be pushed further into breaking herself but knew it was too late for doubts now.  

“I…I want to be that for you, Master.  I do…but…I am afraid, I am scared, and I need you to break the hell out of me to make me be this for you.  Mold me into the prefect fucktoy little slave you desire, Master.” She shrugged.  “I don’t know how else to get there.”

He nodded once more.  “So be it.”

Putting down the cane for the moment, he produced the other item he’d brought.  The glass toy had different-sized beads along its length.  Her eyes drank it in as she bit her lower lip.

At first, she had hated it but now loved the anal toy.  Sydney quicly became a superb anal slut for him.  She was often begging to be plugged or fucked in her ass.

Opening the lube, he took a generous dab and began to rim her anus.  “How is my slut’s hungry little hole tonight?” He asked.

Sydney giggled.  She got so hot and wet when he called her butthole by that name.  “Hungery for you to fill it as always, Master.  Thank you for seeing to it.”

He smiled into her eyes as he finished lubing the end of the rod.  

“Eyes.” He told her.

“Yes, Master.” Her eyes remained on his as he began to insert it into her anus.

It met less resistance these days than when they’d started.  She took to anal training very well.  Her eyes grew darker with some pain but more pleasure and definite arousal.

“Do you like me fucking your ass, Fucktoy?” He asked.

“I do, Master.” She told him in a hushed whisper.

“Say it.” He commanded.

“I love you fucking my ass, Master.  Impale your nasty fucktoy.  PLEEEAASE?”  She squealed a little as the more considerable portion was now entering her.  

He left it there and just enjoyed the moment.  Her eyes registered that he was just savoring her situation.  A soft moan came from her as she felt how deeply taken she was by him in this moment.  She was his literal fucktoy now.

Reaching over, he thumped the rod with his finger like flicking the back of an ear.  

Sydney groaned a deep sound as the vibration hit her.  “Again, pleeeease, Master.” She begged without shame. 

He did it three more times, each a little harder than the one before.  Sydney already knew she wasn’t to come from this.  It was not allowed.  Soft tears began to spill from the side corner of her eyes as she fought to control the orgasm.

“Sweet slut slave, Sydney.” He told her.

THWACCCKKK!!  He paddled her right on the curve with the bowl of the spoon. 

A sharp cry came from her as it startled her.  

“As I paddle you up and down your ass and thighs, I am taking way your right to tell me no, to deny me anything, to obey first and foremost, always. Do you hear me?” He kept the paddle going slowly around her ass.

“I…I…I do, M-m-mmmaster.” She whimpered.

“I will not stop until I hear you beg…beg me to remove those rights.  Do you hear me?” He began on her upper thighs.

She let out a sob.  “I….ohhhh…I…I do, Mmmaster.” She began to cry a little now.

He gave her no ounce of mercy as he went up to where her knees began then started the journey back to her ass.  There was no rush.  The pain and the pleasure and the humiliation of the position were sinking into her with each second.  

The seed of what he wanted was planted, growing in her heart exponentially.  She couldn’t help it!  Poor little slave girl.  She had picked such a cruel, sadistic master.  He’d feel bad, but he knew she loved him for what he was, not despite it like so many before her.

Sobs began to wrack her body now as he was relentless and unhurried in his torture of her.  

This time, he paused and placed the bowl over her exposed pussy.  

Her eyes became a bit wild now as she knew what was coming.  

THWAPP.  He didn’t paddle it hard, but hard enough that he knew it stung like hell.

“OHHhhhhhhhmmmmm.” She moaned as he raised it to do it again.

THWAPP.

She opened her mouth to let a silent cry come out.

“You know what I’m waiting for, right?” He asked her.

She nodded quickly.

“Good. We’ll start over again, ” he told her calmly. He then began to place the spoon at her bottom once more.

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.” She burst like a fountain of pleading and begging.

“Please, what, Love?” He asked.

“Pleeeeeassee…take from me my rights to deny you.  To say no to you.  I give them… with all of me…I give them to you.  I no longer have those rights…no…no…no…I don’t…I am broken to…your will…only…your…will.” She broke down and sobbed softly now.

He stopped and let her soak in her surrender to him.

She’d done so well for him and endured so much.  Sydney deserved a little respite.

“Well, no backsies, right?” He teased her.

A sharp, maniacal giggle came from her as her eyes lit on his.  “No…nnnnooo, backsies, Master.  Thank you.” She told him.

“For?” He asked.

“Your guidance, your discipline, your patience, your…wicked, horrible sadism.  I am to the point where the only way I know peace is when you are torturing me in some way.” She barked a little laugh.  “What have you done to me?”

“What you wanted…what you needed.” He answered.  He took her arms down from her thighs and lowered them.  

“Now, I will further claim my slave who has learned proper respect for her master.” He spread her thighs.

She helped him, and her smile was small but sweet.  “Yes, Master. Whatever you wish, whenever, and…wherever.” She sighed.

Sydney was not an exhibitionist, but he knew he was one.  This additional word from her was her way of saying she knew being spanked or fucked in public was inevitable and now thee was no way she could or would stop it.

There was much trust in this, even though he’d paddled him to this point.  She’d needed help to get past her social mores and hang-ups.  They were gone now, and there was just him and his obedience to him.

He lowered himself and slowly fucked her deep and with complete eye contact.  “Mine.” He would whisper.

“Yours.” She would reply.

She was getting close, and he could tell.  “Little, sweet slut, no need to beg this time…you earned this orgasm already.  I love my little slave girl.” He told her.

“Mmmm…I love my devious, wicked, sadistic master. So very much.” She added and began to writhe. 

On the other side of the orgasm, she was no longer just Sydney.  She was now his Syd…her new slave name and her new being from now on for him.