Training a slave

As I mentioned, it was an unusually large cellar, and it looked yet larger when I had finished clearing it out.
It wasn't just one large room either; its width was partially divided by thick stone walls, presumably put in place to hold the up the floor above.
These wall lent themselves perfectly to making cells and using my home welder and some steel rod I blocked off the ends of two of these cavities with home made prison doors, creating two six foot square cages, barred at each end.
I had also bought some large steel rings, and I cemented these at intervals around the walls and floor of both the cells and the large area in front of them. I also bolted several to the concrete beams that ran at regular intervals across the high ceiling of the basement.
It didn't take me long to rig up some makeshift lighting and as a final touch I wired up a surveillance camera at one end. This would allow me to see what was happening in the cellar from any television in the house.
I contemplated installing heating of some description, as although it was reasonably dry, it was very cold, but dismissed the idea. The cold wouldn't do her any harm, I grinned to myself, and it would certainly encourage her nipples to participate!
I tapped into the cold water supply running across the ceiling and attached a length of flexible pipe and a showerhead. This would allow me to hose
Down both the floor of the cellar and my slave in order to keep her clean should she be confined to the cell for any length of time. Turning it on by the tap I had installed I found it to be surprisingly powerful, and I was forced to hold the hose with both hands in order to stop it slipping from my grasp. The soak-away in the corner of the room seemed capable of draining the water, although it began to back up after a few minutes
My final check was to plug in my portable stereo in the cellar and crank the volume up till the music began to hurt my ears. Leaving it running, I made my way back up the stairs to my living room and out of the house. Perfect.
In my living room I was just able to discern the sound of the music faintly through the thick floor, but outside it was completely inaudible.
Satisfied that everything was as it should be, I rang Debbie with her instructions.
The two-week period was over the following night, and I instructed her to come to my house in the early evening, bringing nothing other than the clothes she was wearing.
I also told her to ensure that all necessary arrangements had been made; as this was the last night she would be able to enjoy her freedom.
I also asked her to ensure that she had removed all body hair.
She reassured me that such arrangements had been, made, and her friends and relatives had all been told that she was taking a year off to go traveling.
As I replaced the phone on its receiver I knew I would have difficulty in sleeping that night.

And so the moment arrived. With bated breath I walked the short distance to the front door and opened it to find a meek looking Debbie on my front step. As promised she wasn't carrying any luggage, and was dressed simply in tight jeans and t-shirt, the t-shirt tucked firmly into the waistband, outlining her pert breast through the flimsy material.
I caught my breath as I realized how soon I would be seeing her young body in the flesh for the first time.
Nervously she entered my house and stood in the center of the floor, tentatively offering the completed contract for my perusal. I could see she had probably agonized over his moment for some considerable time. She almost looked relieved to be handing over the contract, having finally made a definite decision
"You do realize what you are doing" I said, softly "If you want to back out, there's still time"
"I understand", she replied "And I'm not completely sure what I'm letting myself in for, I can't be, I've never tried this before, I just know I'd regret not doing it for the rest of my life." I nodded, and leaving her stood in the center of the floor I took a seat by the fire.
"We'd better establish a few preliminary ground rules, " I said trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.
"From this moment, you may only address me as Sir or Master." She nodded, surprised at the new note of command in my voice and the expectant look on my face hurriedly added "Yes, sir"
The words sounded strange, almost comical, but the seriousness of the situation prevented either of us from smiling.
"You must lower you eyes when in my presence"
"Yes Sir"
"You must obey my ever instruction unquestionably"
"Yes sir"
I stared at her for a moment and she lowered her gaze to the floor, her hands hanging limp by her sides.
"Undress!" I barked suddenly.
She looked up momentarily, a sudden look of misgiving in her eyes, but lowered them again as she saw the black look on my face
"Here? Now?" she inquired timidly.
I sighed
"Have we not just covered this?" I said, a note of irritation creeping into my voice. "You are to obey my every command! As my slave you are certainly not allowed the privilege of privacy or modesty!"
I could see it was difficult for her. I had never seen her completely naked, and I suppose there were only a handful of men who had had that pleasure. I'm sure she had never taken her clothes off for a man without a large amount of Dutch courage in her at any rate.
This was the first and most difficult step, and we both knew it.

Blushing a deep shade of red, she began to hesitantly remove her t-shirt, slipping it self-consciously from her arms revealing her white lace bra. She fiddled with the button fly of her jeans, stalling for time, before reluctantly pulling them down to her ankles and stepping out of both her slip-on shoes and crumpled denims at the same time.
She stood up in her white lace underwear, cradling her chest in her arms, her face almost purple with embarrassment and shame.
"It would seem we have a small problem in obeying instruction," I uttered as I walked to wards her, a pair of steel cuffs swinging from one hand. She looked puzzled
"I expect you to obey my instructions to the letter"
I began to fetter her hands in front of her body, closing the hasp of the cuffs with an ominous click
"I asked you to undress, completely!"
"I'm sorry, it's just..." Her voice tailed off as she realized she was again speaking out of turn.

I began escorting her to the cellar steps, she bowed her head slightly to enter the small entrance that lay under the stairs and she began the descent into her new home.
As I switched the light on she gasped audibly.
I had surpassed my self in the construction of her prison, ensuring that no item had been overlooked. It was Spartan in the extreme, with only steel hoops and a selection of whips to break up the gray concrete of the walls. I had carried a small, solidly built wooden table down there as an after thought. The fact that two of its legs had been sawn off short, forcing the thick table top to lay at an angle, and the leather straps adorning its sides gave its function away immediately.

The only source of warmth in the dungeon, for that is effectively what it had become, was the heat that seeped down from the rest of the house, and as heat rises, this was precious little indeed. I could fell the goose bumps on her upper arm as I guided her to the center of the floor to stand reluctantly below one of the rings I had cemented into the ceiling.
She shivered slightly under my firm grip, partially through anticipation, partially due to the temperature. I wondered how long it would take her to become accustomed to the cold.
Selecting a large padlock from the wall, I linked it through the connecting chain of her cuffs and then through the hoop in the ceiling, grunting slightly as I pulled her arms away from their protective position across her chest and over her head, forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet to prevent the steel digging into the delicate flesh around her wrists.
I then pushed her legs apart, hearing her wince as her wrist took yet more of her weight, and secured a three foot iron bar between her outspread legs. Clicking the ankle cuffs home, I stood up to address my new slave.
"You were told to strip, and as well as questioning me, you had the audacity to only partially remove your clothes" Her eyes opened wide in surprise and fear. She had never been put in such a vulnerable position or spoke to in such an authoritative or abrupt manner.

"As part of your initiation into slavery, I had every intention of beating you most severely anyway as a warning against future potential transgression but you have given me an excellent excuse." I was even surprising myself by the way I had automatically fallen into the role of her master.

She trembled slightly as I ran my palm around the contours of her shapely behind, still encased in clinging lace material.
Running my hand yet further round, relishing in the warmth of her smooth skin, and the fact that she was physically unable to stop my intrusive exploration, I smiled as I felt the warmth of her sex through the slightly damp gusset, as I realized that she was becoming turned on by her position of forced vulnerability.
She squirmed in embarrassment to try and avoid the touch of my hand,
"Tut, tut" I clucked, it seems you are intent upon angering me."

I leisurely walked to my selection of whips and pondered for a while, before picking a particularly vicious looking instrument made with long strips of thick leather hide.
As I looked over, she opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again, unsure of what she could possibly say that might allow her to escape the inevitable pain I was about to inflict.