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Subject: {ASSM} Erica's New Life Chapter 1 by Master Z (MF D/s humil NC)
Date: Tue,  9 Sep 2003 05:10:06 -0400
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Erica's New Life - Chapter 1 - by Master Z

It wasn't like I was looking for it or anything.  I mean I guess I was 
looking for something, anything to break me free from my own prison and give 
meaning to my life.  I didn't really know what I was looking for, and what I 
found wasn't at all what I expected but it certainly gave new meaning to my 
life.  It redefined who I am (who I was) and in the process made me discover 
things about myself that I didn't realize even existed.

I was with my boyfriend when I first saw him.  He was in the parking lot 
where I waited in my boyfriend's Mazda.  There wasn't anything particularly 
striking about him, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  Maybe I was 
daydreaming while my eyes followed his relaxed walk through the sea of cars. 
  I liked the whole picture I guess; the mirror sunglasses, army green 
t-shirt, faded brown shorts with a black leather weave belt, and sandals 
that were too big for his feet.  I started to snap out of it when I noticed 
him coming closer to where I was parked.

He pulled something out of his pocket and the piercing beep of a car alarm 
shutting off startled me and I flinched noticeably. I couldn't tell if he 
was looking at me or not with the sunglasses but I felt a little freaked out 
as he slowly approached.  I wanted to roll up the window and lock the doors 
but I felt so foolish. After what seemed like forever he was right next to 
me, opening the passenger door to a blue SUV, and he put a small bag on the 
floor inside.  Then he disappeared from view, leaving the passenger door of 
his SUV open.  I stared out the windshield, letting my mind wander again.

"Could you do me a favor?"  came a relaxed, deep voice that defied a young 
looking face.  A sunglass-adorning young man with a half smile and a 
questioning eyebrow was leaning against my open window.  After a few seconds 
I regained my composure.

"Uh, sure, I guess.  I mean what do you need?"

"Could you give me directions to the Hilton?"  And I started to explain the 
directions, pointing out highways and landmarks from where I sat but he 
seemed unsatisfied, as he looked around towards the noisy highways and 
underpasses.  Maybe he was just confused, but I felt like I let him down, 
and for some reason that made me feel inadequate.  Already I needed his 
approval.  Against my better judgement, I got out of the little piece of 
shit car and stood next to his shiny new SUV to point out the directions 
more clearly.  I glanced at him a few times as he stared through a mask of 
sunglasses out into the distance.  Grey hairs formed an uneven network in 
his otherwise dark brown hair, and his persed lips gave an air of 
confidence.  I realized he was probably considerably older than my 22 years.

I was about to return to my boyfriend's car when this young/old man walked 
around me and blocked my ability to do so.  His passenger door was still 
open, strangely inviting.

"Get in, " he said.

"Wh- what?"  I acted more nervous than I was.   I was scared of course.  
More scared of the fact that I wanted to obey than scared of what could 
happen to me.

"Get in, " he repeated in a friendly yet impatient tone, and he squeezed the 
side of my body in such a way that I giggled in spite of myself.  I got in 
and he shut the door.  I expected the door handle to be missing, but it was 
there, fully intact, still unlocked.   I could have left right then and 
there, and ran into the shops or screamed for help, but for some reason I 
just stayed put while he got in the driver's side and we drove away, heading 
nowhere near the directions I had given him.

He didn't say much as we drove.  I asked him where we were going and all I 
got was,  "You'll see."  I didn't feel like there was any immediate harm 
going to come to me; there seemed to be no weapons, and he really hadn't 
forced me to go with him.  I had chosen to do so willingly.  Which worried 
me at that moment:  how would I explain a kidnapping if.... but then I 
didn't allow my thoughts to go any further in that direction.

"You know, you could try making me feel comfortable here," I said in slight 
irritation.

"Shhh," was the response and he took off his sunglasses and looked into my 
eyes.  Once again I saw that mix of youthfulness and experience in his deep 
brown eyes.  "Just relax," he said.  I didn't relax much, but I did feel an 
incredible sensation of freedom from boredom and unhappiness that I had been 
living with for years now.  An adventure!  My heart raced.  Oh my god I was 
scared shitless.  What was I doing?

I was afraid to look at him so I just stared out the window.  But I had to 
look when I heard the familiar sound of a lighter.  At first I just assumed 
it was a cigarette but within seconds I realized it was a joint.  He took a 
deep hit and passed it to me.  I clutched it in my fingers, and without 
really debating myself I took several hits before passing it back.  It 
tasted different, sweeter, stronger, something.  It's effects were 
immediate, and I was already feeling dazed.  It must have been enhancing my 
current sense of disorientation.  In a flash the joint was in my fingers 
again and it was as if he hadn't taken a hit.  But I liked that my feelings 
of fear were being replaced by a dreamy calm, so I inhaled again like I 
needed that smoke to survive.

As the darkness of night crawled in across the sky, the SUV drove further 
away from civilization and soon we were pulling up to a black, old looking 
gate.  The gate opened, apparently by remote control, and we continued onto 
a driveway to a large house surrounded by foreboding trees.  I started to 
feel dizzy and I looked at him, barely managing to say, "Where are we?"

He smiled evilly and said, "We're home."

I wanted to run but I could barely move.  I opened the door and stumbled 
out; my attempt at running was more like a staggering zombie.  He seemed to 
expect this and was right there waiting for me to fall into his arms.  The 
last thing I remember before passing out completely was his dark, deep voice 
speaking directly into my brain: "You're mine now."


I was falling.  Infinitely falling over huge rolling hills and lakes way 
below me that never seemed to get close enough for me to land on.  It was an 
incredible feeling; rushing wind, my heart beating in my ears, 
uncontrollable speed, like gravity no longer existed.  Then it was cloudy.  
I felt my eyelids flutter and the world and gravity caught up to me all at 
once.  I kept my eyes shut and tried to surmise the position of my body.  I 
was lying down.  Simple movements were impossible.  My eyes snapped open.  
My head lurched forward as I tried to get up and I realized I was standing, 
tied with my back to a post, sturdy rope wrapped around all my limbs several 
times over.   My sandals had been removed from my feet.   I looked around 
the dim room, taking note of the gothic Victorian vibe of fancy wood 
trimmings and ornamental candleholders stuffed with lit, dripping candles.  
There was a lavish patterned rug that filled the room.  The furniture, 
however, was all contemporary, as was the artwork on the walls.  There was a 
single wooden door on the other side of the room.

Before I had time to think straight, I heard footsteps.  The door opened, 
and soon he was standing in front of me, undoing my ropes.  I wanted to 
start screaming at him, to start demanding answers and freedom, but he was 
earnestly undoing my binds and I figured it was best to keep silent.  But 
then he stopped and gently touched my face.  His dark brown eyes looked into 
my soul and I had to turn my head away.  He spoke.

"If I undo these binds you're not going to try to run are you?"  After a 
pause, I shook my head slightly, facing the ground.  "I'll be very 
disappointed if you do.  And I will stop you, and in the off chance that I 
don't, the dogs outside will."  And he paused for dramatic effect.  "Then 
there's the gate that surrounds the place."  I knew there was nothing I 
could do.  I was afraid for my life now and no matter what -  I had to 
succumb to his wishes.  Even if it meant letting him have his way with me.  
With my body.  Sexually.  I started to think, well at least he's good 
looking.  I could have been kidnapped by much worse.  But that's no 
justification!   I was instantly ashamed at my own thoughts.

I hadn't realized that he had resumed undoing my bondage and now my body was 
free.  I just stood there staring at the floor, awaiting my fate.  He took 
me by my hand and led me to the center of the room, where there was just the 
center of the thick rug and no furniture.  My thin, lanky body caused faint 
dancing shadows in the light of the many candles.

"Take off your clothes," he said simply.  And right when he said it, I 
really wanted to.  I really wanted to obey this man who was both creepy and 
sexy.  He wasn't mean to me, and he was giving me attention.  I know it 
sounds pathetic but these two things were both more than I had received from 
any guy even half worthwhile in years.  He repeated himself, more sternly 
this time, "Take off... your clothes, right now."

But I couldn't do it.  "Please don't..." I began.  And I started to cry.  He 
walked back over to where I had been bound and picked something up.  "Please 
don't make me do that," I said, sobbing softly.  Half the reason I was 
crying was disappointment in myself, in my inability to follow a simple 
order, one that really wasn't so bad, one that I wanted to follow.  I felt 
my arms pulled behind me roughly while he tied them together.

"There's another way we can do this,"  he muttered.  And he stood in front 
of me with scissors.  I immediately tensed up, tears still streaming down my 
face.  "Relax, " he said with a sly half smile, "this won't hurt at all."  
And with that he pulled the fabric of my shirt forward at one breast and cut 
the fabric with the scissors, then repeated the action with the other side, 
leaving holes in my shirt where my tits are, exposing my small breasts.  He 
must have known that I wasn't wearing a bra; I never do.  I kept my head 
down and continued to weep at my situation and my confusion.  My nipples 
were embarrassinly hard, exposed and pointing towards him.  He started to 
touch my nipples so gently and sensually that my crying subsided.  I felt 
another hand push the hair out of my face and wipe away some of the tears.  
The hand on my nipples felt good and I didn't want it too and I tried to put 
it out of my mind.  He kissed my face and massaged my breasts and it felt so 
nice that I was enjoying it in spite of myself.  Then we kissed long and 
passionately, like long lost lovers or something.  I felt like a girl in a 
trashy romance novel and I was so full of emotion that I just wanted him to 
continue.

But he stopped for some reason, leaving me wanting more, and he walked out 
of the room.  Damn him!  He made me want to have sex with him and then held 
it back!  He had shut the door behind him and I didn't feel like exploring, 
especially with my hands literally tied behind my back.  I was horny now and 
I didn't know what to do.  I walked over to a couch and lied down awkwardly 
on it.  Soon I was fast asleep.

I awoke to sunlight streaming in through a few narrow windows.  I turned my 
head and he was standing there, eating a donut.  "I bet you're hungry."  I 
was famished.  Never before had a donut looked so heavenly.  "Stand," he 
commanded.  I stood up and became self conscious, trying to turn my body 
around so he couldn't see my tits poking through the crude holes in my 
shirt.  He finished the donut.

"If you expect to eat," he said evenly, "then take off your clothes without 
my help."

I didn't have to think about it this time.  I needed food and getting naked 
was not a problem at this point.  He undid the binds on my wrists and I 
started to get to work.

"No!" he said sternly, "Do it SLOWLY."  So I started to take my shirt off 
and he stopped me once more with "Face me!"  Feeling stupid, I turned 
towards him and slowly pulled the ruined shirt over my head, exposing my 
small but shapely breasts to him completely.  I let it drop to the ground 
and started to undo my jeans.  I blushed when I had to pull them down slowly 
around my legs, letting my boobs droop down.  I stepped out of those and 
paused at taking off my panties.  He walked up right next to me and put his 
hand down my panties and slid his fingers along my pussy.  I shut my eyes in 
shame.  It felt electric when he touched me there.  All this sexual tension, 
and danger, and arousal.  We both realized that I was very wet.
"You're soaking through your little panties, aren't you?"  And I was so 
humiliated and turned on by his crudeness.  He took his hand out and rubbed 
the moisture along one of my hard nipples, which also felt so much better 
than I cared to admit to myself at the time.

He then pinched my nipple and pulled it painfully to which I gave an 
irritated, "Ow!"  Then he slapped my face.  "Did I say you could yelp in 
pain?"

I was shocked into submission by his swift slap to my cheek, "N- No...I'm - 
I'm sorry," I stammered.

"You listen to me, slut.  You do as I say all the time from now on, 
understand?"

"Y- Yes, of course I"

"Say `yes, master.'"

"Yes... Master."

"That's better.   I was pulling on your nipple for a reason.  You have to be 
punished for being sexually aroused."  And he put his hand over the thin 
material of my panties, rubbing at my shaved pussy, and it felt incredible.  
I couldn't possibly help but be turned on, what did he expect me to do?  I 
tried not to squirm.  "I can feel how wet you are through your panties.  You 
were soaked before I even started touching you."  He pulled his hand away 
and put his fingers up to his nose to breath in the scent of my arousal, as 
if to verify it's truth.  "Does this turn you on, slut?"  he asked, "Do you 
like being humiliated and forced to expose your naked body?"

I was too afraid to answer, too afraid of getting my face slapped again, but 
I thought about how I WAS turned on by these embarassing rituals, and I had 
never imagined that I could get so horny from being subjected to this kind 
of humiliation.
"Are you some kind of freak getting off on your own humiliation?  Huh?  Is 
that it?"  he continued to taunt me.  And he must have been right.  I am 
some kind of freak to be so turned on by the man who kidnapped me and now 
was using my sexuality for his own pleasure.  What was wrong with me?  
Dammit, I didn't want to be wet, I wanted to be calling the cops, or a 
lawyer, or just in a hot tub without any of this ever happening.

"I think you are enjoying this," and now he was behind me massaging my ass 
cheeks slowly but in broad circular motions.  The soft flesh was pushing 
against and pulling at my sensitive pussy, and a tiny moan escaped my lips.  
Dammit!  I was so frustrated with myself.  I could feel my face getting hot 
from a combination of anger, embarrassment, and arousal.

He let go and walked a few steps away from me.  "Take off your underwear," 
he barked, "Slowly.  And turn around.  I want to watch your ass while you 
strip off the last bit of your modesty."  The way he put it made me blush 
furiously.  He threw a donut out into the corner of the room and said, "If 
you do it right, you can eat."   My stomach craved that donut and my mouth 
watered.   I turned around and pulled my sticky panties down my thighs, 
bending over slowly, afraid to expose my pussy and ass to him like this.

"Stick your ass out more bitch."  I tried to stick my shapely little ass out 
more as the panties reached my ankles but he said, "That's not good enough.  
You can't have that donut."  And in a fit of desperation I bent over even 
more, fully exposing my pussy and my asshole to his discerning eyes.  I felt 
my wetness dripping down my thighs.  My god, I hope he doesn't notice.  I 
really shouldn't be getting so sexually excited but I just can't help it.  I 
started to stand up straight.

"Did I say you could stand up yet?"

Oh no, he's not going to feed me.  I bent back down.

"Did I say you should bend back down?"  He said more angrily.  Dammit, I 
couldn't win!  I just stayed in that position, unsure of what to do until I 
received orders.  Then I could feel him right behind me and - SMACK - a loud 
spanking on my bare ass.  SMACK, again, and then a few more.  Each one stung 
more than the one before it.  "You're a very bad girl, and you don't get to 
have the donut!"

Then he ordered me to stand up and face him.  I turned around, blushing at 
having to look at him while being fully nude now, my nipples like little 
diamond cutters, and my shaved glistening pussy, all in full view.  My ass 
burned from the recent abuse, and I was strangely aroused from getting 
spanked so roughly and while in such an uncompromising position.  Literally 
and figuratively.   "Get your ass on the floor, slave."  I obeyed 
immediately, feeling the soft, cool rug soothing my warm butt cheeks.   
"Spread your legs,"  he said calmly, sitting on the couch.  I spread my legs 
so that my pussy was fully exposed towards his direction, thinking that 
would please him the most.  "Spread them all the way, slut," he said 
slightly irritated.  I guess in my involuntary modesty I hadn't really 
spread my legs as far as I could have, so I spread them more.  I could feel 
my pussy lips slipping open slowly from the pressure, my clit pulsing at 
even just the slightest draft of air.  I struggled to maintain myself, 
partially aware and frustrated that having to assume such a sexual position 
in front of a near stranger like this was to blame for my intense arousal.  
I leaned back on my arms, while my bare feet touched together, leaving my 
legs spread far and wide.

"Look at me," he said.  I had been keeping my gaze mostly averted during 
this time and with much difficulty I looked up into his face.  I couldn't 
deny that he was hot.  I almost wish he wasn't so I wouldn't have any more 
reasons than I already had to be getting off on this.  He stood up holding a 
pillow and walked behind me.  "Lean back and put your head on this pillow."  
He dropped the pillow on the rug and I did as commanded.  He returned to his 
command post on the couch and said, "Don't take your eyes off of me while 
you masturbate."

It took a few seconds to register.  His voice kept echoing in my mind: 
"...while you masturbate."  He leaned back in the couch and I didn't want to 
get hit on any of my cheeks again so I made an executive decision to start 
masturbating.  While looking at him.  I ventured a risky question: "Master, 
" I began meekly, "Do you want me to ...."  And I didn't know how to ask.  I 
was afraid to say `pussy', or even `breasts.'  My god here I was completely 
naked and spread eagle in some guy's house about to masturbate for him and I 
couldn't even say `breasts.'

Luckily he finished for me: "I want you to play with your tits and nipples 
for a little while and then play with your pussy like you would if you were 
alone."

I felt like a bad porn actress while I rubbed my breasts slowly and 
methodically, occassionally pulling on my nipples.  I tried to maintain my 
gaze on him as requested.  The slow, sensual caressing of my own boobs was 
getting me hot again and at times I would shut my eyes and lose myself in 
the moment, forgetting where I was.  I circled my nipples and looked at him, 
starting to feel like I was his concubine, here to serve his sexual needs, 
whatever they may be.  I slid my hands slowly down to my thighs and crossed 
my hands over my pussy, my left hand touching my right thigh and vice versa. 
  As I got more bold I chanced glances away from his face and towards his 
crotch area, where I'm sure there was a bulge in his jeans. It turned me on 
even more to know that I was turning him on, that I was doing a good job.  I 
took my hand and slid it along my slippery slit, and let out a moan.

"No moaning!" he said all of a sudden, startling me. As I rubbed my pussy in 
it's entirety up and down, from my clit to my anus, I struggled to avoid 
moaning, breathing more and more heavily.  My orgasm wasn't going to take 
long, I could tell.  I started to move my fingers rapidly over my clit, in 
circles, and back and forth.  I could feel my orgasm building up from the 
incredible tension and emotional rollercoaster that was the last two days, 
and I shut my eyes and...

"Stop!" he commanded.  And he grabbed my arm and pulled it off my soaked 
cunt, stopping me just short of orgasm.  I stifled a shudder and came back 
to earth and my predicament.  I could smell my pussy, which seemed to be 
filling the room and I'm sure he could smell it too.  I became immediately 
embarrassed once more but still wanted nothing more than to keeping playing 
with my clit until I came.

"Suck your fingers clean, you fucking whore."  And I stuck my fingers in my 
mouth, tasting myself for the first time really.  It wasn't so bad, in fact 
it was a strong, naughty taste, the taste of my own sexual arousal.  "I 
can't believe you would masturbate for some stranger and almost have an 
orgasm.   What a filthy whore you are."

His words both stung and made my pussy ooze fluid onto his rug.  He was 
right, I was a filthy whore and I was in a trance of both shame and arousal 
because of it.

"But you were a good girl for me, once you learned how to obey."  His words 
of praise gave me such a sense of wellbeing.  I was flooded with emotion.  I 
had pleased my Master somehow and he was showing his appreciation of my good 
deeds.  I wanted to please him more.  I wanted to feel his reward.  God I 
was so fucking horny I would have done anything he asked. "You may go eat 
the donut off the floor."  My hunger erased all other feelings and I 
scrambled up to go get the donut.  I scurried over to it and picked it up 
off the floor.

"Eat it off the floor!"  He repeated impatiently.  "Get on your hands and 
knees and eat it off the floor!"  I dropped down to the floor and got on my 
elbows and knees, exposing my anus and pussy to my Master while I devoured 
the donut, hands to my face like a hungry animal.  He walked over towards 
me.  "From now on you will remain naked.  You will stay on your knees at all 
times like the horny little fuck slut you are.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master,"  I said with a mouthful.

End of Chapter 1
~Master Z~

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