Writing My Future:
Chapter 1
by  Julise

I am an attractive and single professional woman in my mid-twenties.  I keep a very busy lifestyle, and because of this I do not have much time for dating.  I finally resolved myself to just coming home alone to my vibrator and sex sites every night.  This was fine with me.

After a while, I began to take an interest in the BDSM sites, especially the story sites.  I could drive myself crazy with intense orgasms off of the many stories that I read.  Personally, I would not like to actually be in any of these situations, but it was nice to fantasize about being tied up and used as a mere fucktoy.  The thought of actually experiencing these things, however, would make me cringe.

It wasn't long before I was so into the fantasy that I begin to submit stories of my own to these BDSM sites.  Over time my stories became pretty popular and I received several e-mails from people wanting to meet me, or play out in real-life the fantasies I wrote about.  There were definitely some weird people out there.  I never answered my e-mail but I liked reading the responses to my stories, and it was these same responses that motivated me to write even more.  It became an obsession.

One night I was sitting at my computer and trying to work out some details on my newest "kidnap and bondage" story.  I was staring intently at the screen trying to figure out what nasty thing the master in my story was going to do next to his poor little slave girl, when suddenly a strong hand clamped a fuming rag over my mouth and nose!  I was so into my story I didn't hear the noise coming up from behind me.  If only I had heard it, then maybe I would have been prepared and had at least a fighting chance.  I struggled and fought so hard, but I quickly began to lose contact with reality.  I remember my last thoughts being ones of confusion and helplessness.

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I woke up to darkness.

At first I thought I had gone blind, but then I realized there was a rubber mask stretched tightly over my face.  I also felt what seemed to be a thick, short dildo in my mouth.  I tried to spit it out but it would not budge.  With each passing second I was able to think a little more clearly, but that only helped to make me realize just how helpless my situation was.  My arms were fastened behind me with what seemed to be leather shackles, and my wrists in turn were fastened to my ankles which were also restrained with the same type of leather shackles.  I was lying on my left side.  I felt a sudden chill and it wasn't until that moment I realized I was naked.  Even though I knew it was no good I began to struggle against my restraints.  Movement was what I craved.  I was angry.  Who had the gall to do this to me?  Time seemed to passed by so slowly.  Occasionally, I would stop struggling for a minute to rest and then I would resume fighting against the shackles.  Each struggle would be stronger and more desperate than the last.  It felt like this continued for hours.

"The more you struggle, the more you turn us on."

I stopped, terrified by the sudden sound of the male voice speaking to me.  My breathing was heavy and ragged, causing my breasts to heave with each breath.  I tried to speak through my gag, but it only came out as gibberish.

"I think our new slave is scared.  Good."  This came from a smug female voice.  I was truly petrified now, and my breathing became even heavier.

"Maybe we should explain, worthless slave.  I am your new master and my wife here is your new mistress.  We had you kidnapped for our pleasure.  Whatever you knew of your life before is gone.  You should get used to the idea that you now only exist for our purposes."

At this I began to struggle again.  I didn't think that it would do any good, but I had to do something.  I became infuriated when I heard the woman laugh.

"I don't think it likes its' predicament.  Good."

I was really beginning to despise this woman.  Why was she referring to me as an "it"?  As if I were a mere object?  This was horrible--even worse than that, a nightmare!  And it was that thought that made me begin to realize my "fantasy" BDSM stories were no longer just harmless make-believe tales... the stories had become some sort of a worst nightmare come to life for me.  With each new story I wrote, granted I would be extremely turned on by what I was creating, but they also served to make me appreciate my freedom that much more.  I couldn't bear the thought of my freedom being taken away from me, yet here I was bound, gagged and blindfolded, my new life as a slave being explained to me.

I felt my wrists being undone from my ankles and strong arms picked me up.  My legs were weak so he held on to me while he undid the chain between my wrists, then he lifted my wrists above me and attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  I dangled there for a minute before my legs started regaining enough of their strength for me to stand on.  The rubber hood was then removed, and for the first time I was able to look at my captors.  They stood together, naked as well, and looked at me like they would a new painting or a new couch.

My dildo gag was still in place but again I tried to speak.

"SHHHHHH."  The woman came up to me and placed her finger over the outside of my gag.  I began to cry as I realized there was no way for me to escape this crazy couple.  She smiled at my tears and then licked them off of the right side of my cheek.  Repulsed, I brought my head back and she slapped me.

"Insolent slut!  You do not resist your mistress or your master!  Do you understand, you worthless whore?"

Shocked from the slap, I meekly nodded my head yes.

"That's a good slave," she purred, licking up several more fresh tears.

She stood back and looked at my stretched, naked body before her.  I got a good look at her.  She was medium height with a decent body.  Her breasts were big and she had long dark, straight hair.  Her eyes were brown with a disturbing look of evil.  I was very scared of this woman.

She extended her arms, grabbed my medium-sized breasts and began to painfully knead them.

"They are so firm."  She looked back to her husband.

"I love our new pet, honey.  As usual, you made a better choice."  She turned to look at me and purred, "I wanted a boy.  I'm glad though we got you instead... I didn't realize just how much fun a chained woman could be.  I think we'll be keeping you for a long time.  A very long time."  She gently caressed my cheek with an evil, lustful look in her eyes.  I fought the urge to move my head away from her hand.  I just hung there and let her caress me while I cried and shook in my chains from fear and repugnance.

The woman stepped away and grabbed something on a side table.  She came back in front of me and presented a wide, black leather collar.  My eyes widened and I began to jerk and struggle in my chains.

"Oh, little slave.  There is nothing you can do to stop this.  It's nice that you keep trying though.  However, when I bring this collar to your neck you better not struggle against me.  Is that understood?"

I just stopped struggling and looked at her.  I didn't want to acknowledge her question.  This was humiliating enough.  Luckily she took the fact that I stopped struggling as an answer to her question.  She brought up the collar to my neck and snugly fastened it.  She went around to the back of the collar and I heard a padlock snap into place on the collar.  As I heard the lock click shut my body jumped and I slumped forward in humiliation.

"This looks very nice on you, slave," she said as she pulled on the collar to test it.

My head moved forward with her pulling on the collar and I just looked into her eyes with disgust.  This caused her to laugh and she went to retrieve something else from a side table.  She came back with a riding crop.

"Now slave.  I am going to give you a very tiny taste of just one type of punishment you will endure if you disobey either one of us--or anybody else we tell you to obey, for that matter."

She then proceeded to give me fifty lashes all over my body--including my breasts!  It hurt so bad I thought I was going to die, or at the very least pass out.  When she finally finished the whipping I was sobbing and incoherent, and I hung limply from my chains.  She then shoved the crop handle into my cunt and looked at me.

"Does the slave understand the implications of its disobedience, you filthy whore?"

I had no choice but to weakly nod in fear.  I had been defeated.  But so soon?  I was disgusted with myself.  Was I really so weak that I would submit out of fear of more pain?  I continued this fight within myself as my captors began to kiss passionately.

The man came up to me next after retrieving an electric razor from the side table.  He grabbed the crop handle and began to push it in even more.  I tried not to struggle as he humiliatingly fucked me with the handle of the riding crop.

"Now I will explain the one rule to you, slave.  You will obey us without question or delay.  That's it.  We tell you to do something, you do it.  It is that easy, whore."

His voice was very powerful and hypnotizing.  I looked into his eyes as he was talking.  He had icy blue eyes with a cold and menacing stare.  His hair was semi-short with the messy look, and he was very tall.  Normally I would find a man like this very attractive, but I just looked at him with complete and utter disgust.

"The first thing you should know is that a slave is never to look into a higher being's eyes!"  And with that he slapped me so hard I could taste blood from the left side of my mouth.  I instantly looked down to the floor and began to cry again.  This only made both of them laugh mockingly at me, and I flushed red from the embarrassment of my situation.  The next thing I knew I felt the electric razor humming along the top of my head.  I looked up in shock and tried to yell through my gag--it had taken me so long to grow out my long, wavy dark brown hair!  I continued to plead through my gag until I felt the first clump of hair drop down my back on its way to the floor, and I realized then it was too late.  I hung my head and sobbed in utter humiliation as he continued shearing away my hair, running the electric razor in long strokes from one side of my head to the other.  After, the man finished off with a sharpened razor to render me completely bald.

As he was finishing up, his wife came over and bent down to undo the chain between my ankles, re-chaining them to eyebolts in the floor.  This served to force my legs farther apart, causing them to widen as far as they could go.  She pulled the riding crop out of my cunt.  She then began to shave it.

I hung there as they both shaved me, the woman shaving my cunt and the man shaving my head.  I realized my degradation and humiliation had only just begun.  After they were both done, the man approached me and twisted my right nipple.

"Slave, you disobeyed me.  When I began to shave your head you looked up at me--right after I told you that a slave is NOT to look into a higher being's eyes.  You will now be punished."

I began to shake and cry and plead through my gag to please let me go just this once--the shock from the electric razor on my head surprised me and I lost my wits.  This was no use however.  The woman began to laugh and rub her hands together in anticipation.  She went over to a cabinet on the wall and took out a very large butt plug.  I realized right away what my punishment was to be.  I struggled with everything that I had.

The woman spoke to me harshly, "Slave, if you do not calm down and relax, I will follow this with fifty more lashes."

I automatically stopped, and she proceeded to lube up the dildo and my anal opening.  As she pushed it through I tried to relax, but it was hard.  I felt like I was being ripped apart.  She finally got it all the way in and left it there.

I looked down at the floor with a sickening realization... this was going to be my new life.  And it was only just beginning.  How would I ever survive this?  I would have no choice.

I hung there and looked down at the floor.  A collar was locked around my neck, my arms were chained above me, my ankles were chained off to the sides exposing my newly shaved cunt for all to see, a dildo gag was stuffed inside my mouth on my newly shaven head and a large butt plug was jammed into my ass.  I started to cry again.  My captors only looked on from across the room as they began to make love to each other, every once in a while shouting out degrading names towards my direction.

After my captors finished their lovemaking, they just sat and watched me  hanging there with my dildo gag, large butt plug poking out of my ass, locked collar and arms bound above me.  They had just finished shaving my head and my pussy, and I was hanging from my chains trying to absorb my loss of dignity.  I continued to stare at the floor right in front of me, scared that they would induce more punishment if I looked over at them.

"Hey slave, do you want to know how we picked you?" asked the woman.

I didn't move.  I continued to stare at the floor ahead of me.

"We're your fans.  Maybe you could even say we're your biggest fans--we have read every single story you wrote.  After a while, though, it got to be too much for my husband and he really started to become obsessed with finding you.  This also happened to be around the time that we sold our last slave, so we were looking for a new slave, anyway.  I had suggested that we find another boy, as that is what we usually have... they are so much fun.  But my husband decided this time we just had to enslave you... "  She then pulled on the ring on my collar and my head jerked forward.

"And with each new story we read by you, I began to agree that we did indeed need to have you.  A person should NOT write BDSM fiction that well.  It can be dangerous... but I guess you realize that now."

After her speech I began to cry again.  She started laughing and licked my eyelids.  I closed my eyes and took it all in.  The realization that I put myself in this predicament was too much.  I should have been more careful in hiding my information.  I was just so eager to see my stories on the sites, I didn't really care about what information I was asked to provide.  If only I had just stuck with looking at the sites instead of participating by submitting my stories.  I felt like such a fool.

"Well, it's too bad you won't get a second chance to learn from your mistakes, you little slut."  With that she patted my butt plug, causing me more discomfort.  She turned to look at her husband.  "I think she's had enough for today.  We should put her to bed and let her soak in her situation overnight.  Tomorrow we can start the intense training."

"Good idea, Lisa.  I will put her to bed, you go get ready to go out."

"Mmmmmmmmm, but I want to help put her to bed, Tom."

"I can handle it.  You will do it some other time.  Now go get ready."  Tom's voice raised and became sterner with the last sentence.

Lisa just glared at him and then turned back to me.

"Fine.  I will see you tomorrow, slave."  She then licked my lips around the gag.

I was actually relieved to see Tom make her leave.  I wasn't necessarily comfortable with Tom, either, but Lisa really scared the shit out of me.  Tom came over to me and in a very soothing tone he told me that he was going to undo my gag, and that I had better not speak unless I was spoken to.  After he undid the harness to the gag and pulled it out, I slowly began working my jaw around in order to get rid of the horrible ache from having the gag in for so long.

"Now slave, I will allow you one question.  So make it a good one."

I looked at the floor in front of me for the longest time.  I didn't know what to ask.  I was thrust into this terrible situation, and I could hardly think straight.  Finally I came up with something.

"Is there any way to earn back my freedom?"  I continued to keep my head bowed.  Tom tenderly caressed my chin with a finger and then he lifted it, forcing me to look at him.

"My slave, you have a lot of training ahead of you and it shows in your question.  You are not an autonomous being anymore--in fact, you are the lowest form of life, a slave.  You will never be free again.  If we get tired of you, you will be sold.  This will continue until you get older.  And when your sexual services are no longer desired, you will simply become a house servant to whomever you end up with."

I looked up at him with shock and horror.  I kept thinking that he had to have been playing tricks with my head, trying to mess with my mind.  He was trying to break me psychologically, that had to be it.

"The sooner you accept this as your new life, the easier it will be for you.  Now let's get this slave off to bed, shall we?  Oh, but after I punish this slave for not addressing me as master after its question.  You didn't think that I was going to let that slide, did you?"

My brain began to scream, but I just stood there looking at him imploringly.  He brought out a pair of nipple clamps from his shirt pocket and attached them very tightly to my nipples.  I began to moan in pain.  He warned me not to make too much noise and that I should thank my master for punishing such a worthless slave.

"Thank you master for punishing me," I foolishly said.

He tightened the clamps even more and then joined them together with a short chain, making me howl in pain.

"You will not refer to yourself in the first person anymore, slave.  You are not deserving of such a privilege.  From now on you will address yourself in the third person.  Does this slave understand?"  He pulled on the nipple clamp chain and spoke so close into my ear I could feel the warmth of his breath.

"Yes m-master, this s-slave understands," I whimpered with my eyes tightly shut trying to drown out the pain.

He unchained the cuffs on my arms and ankles and placed padlocks on the leather restraints.  He attached a short chain to my ankle cuffs and brought my wrists around to my back to do the same.  He then attached a leash to my collar and began to walk pulling on the leash.  The chain between my ankles was very short and I had a hard time not falling, so I hobbled along behind him the best I could.  I know I must have looked ridiculous, and I certainly felt stupid.  I noticed the dildo gag was stuffed into his back pocket by the straps with the dildo part sticking out.  I hoped he would forget that it was there.

He led me to another room which led me to believe we were in some sort of basement.  The previous room had been nicely carpeted with a large fireplace and finished walls.  This new room, however, was all concrete.  There was a very large dog cage in the corner and all kinds of eye rings were mounted in the ceiling, walls and floor, while the walls were adorned with a wide variety of whips and chains and instruments of that sort.

"This is now your room.  You will rarely ever see the outside of it again.  You will sleep in this cage over here."

He then led me to the cage.  I stood behind him as he opened the door.  He turned around to look at me.  He pulled the dildo gag out of his back pocket and I stepped back a little until I remembered that I was not to pull away from them without punishment.  I stopped myself, but I was too late.  He had noticed that I backed away.

"You are not obeying very well, are you?  Not only did you step back, but you were also looking up at my face when I turned around.  Does a slut need to be reminded of its place?"

My eyes widened and I whimpered out, "No master, I--this SLAVE is very sorry, master."

"Well slave, I guess I will just have to leave that butt plug in you all night.  I was going to take it out as I imagine you are quite sore from it by now, but since you need to be reminded of the rules, I will leave it in as a reminder."  As he said this he twisted the butt plug very violently, causing me tremendous pain.  Tears streamed down my face.  After he was done tormenting me with the butt plug, he put the dildo gag into my cunt and held it in there with one hand while he massaged my clit with the other.  This surprised me and took me off guard.  Before I could stop it, my body responded more than I wanted it to.  I was repulsed and shocked, but I still could not stop the fluttering feeling that was growing in my stomach.

"I think I know how to speed this up."

He chuckled and grabbed a butterfly vibrator made especially for the clit.  He attached the butterfly to my clit while still holding the dildo gag in my cunt.  After a few minutes my body could not hold back any longer, and I had a violent orgasm that rocked my whole body.  It was followed by a several smaller orgasms.  I was still in my post-orgasm haze when I felt him remove the dildo gag all slimy with my juices, and then quickly he pushed it into my mouth before I could realize what he was doing and resist.  After he had buckled the gag nice and tight--he also placed a padlock on the gag as well--he remarked how violently I came and what a slut I was.  I was so humiliated that I turned beet red.  My juices were trapped in my mouth and I felt like I was going to vomit, but I tried not to think about it.

"Get used to tasting your cum, because it will become a familiar taste."

Tom then pushed me to my knees and walked me into the cage.  My wrists were chained behind my back, a short chain connected my ankles to each other, tight nipple clamps were connected on a very short chain that pulled painfully on my breasts, a very large butt plug was stuffed in my ass and a dildo gag covered in my juices was shoved in my mouth.  One thing was for certain--they did know how to humiliate a woman.

After I was in the cage, Tom closed the cage door and locked it.  He pulled my leash and, wrapping it around the bars, locked it together with a padlock.  I just sat there and stared at his legs while he locked my leash onto the cage door.  The leash gave me just enough slack to lay my head down on the floor, but not much more.  I laid my head on the floor of the cage where a stiff pillow had been placed for me.  I felt defeated and degraded.  Tom said goodnight and walked out of the door turning the light out.  I could hear the door locking after it was shut.  That furthered my feeling of humiliation.  There was no way I could escape from my current position to even get to that fucking door.

I was getting so enraged thinking about it all.  I knew all of these little extras, like locking all the bondage adornments on my body, locking the cage and locking the door, was a psychological ploy to further remind me of my place as a slave.  I had even written about such things in my stories.  But I was not going to let it work.  I would comply with their orders to avoid punishment, but they would never get my mind.

I made a promise to myself right then and there that I would not let them transform my mind.

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