Chapter 3: The Rules I

Blaine resided in a fashionable suburb just outside the city, in a large Tudor-style house fronted by an expansive, well-shaded lawn. They arrived at his door around sunset. Alex was carrying two large suitcases, mostly filled with clothes. Julie stood behind him, holding a makeup case and her shoulder bag. She had on a light blue summer dress and heels; underneath the dress she was naked. Blaine answered the door. He greeted Alex and led them into the living room. He said to Alex, “We’ll carry her things into her room then go into my office.” Alex told Julie to take off her dress. Alex took the dress with him as the men went out. Julie remained alone in the living room. She looked around her. The furnishings were sleek and modern. There were paintings on the wall, beautiful paintings that looked like they belonged in museums. Built-in bookcases housed other objets d’art. Beneath her feet was a large and no doubt expensive Persian rug which covered most of the hardwood floor. A picture window looked out upon the side of the house. Alarmingly it had no curtain though some bushes shielded the room from prying eyes.

The men returned. “Signed, sealed and delivered,” Blaine said. He must mean the loan agreement, Julie thought. He had waited to sign it until the “collateral” was delivered. Blaine said to Alex, “You told her that if she leaves anytime before the six months is up that I can call the loan immediately?” He replied, “Yes, I did.”

Alex asked for a few minutes alone with her. Blaine went out. Alex turned to her and said, “Remember, Julie, despite what he said, if it’s not working out you can always come home. I mean if it gets to be too much for you ...”

“I understand, sir. I’ll try to stick it out for your, I mean for our sake. The last day is?”

“December thirty-first.”

“I’m looking forward to the New Year, sir.”

“So am I, Julie.”

He gazed at her wistfully for a few moments. He appeared as if he was about to say something but instead took her by the shoulders, kissed her and said, “Be good. I’ll see you in six months.” Then he turned away.

The front door slammed behind her. She felt abandoned, naked and alone in a strange house. If she were still home with Alex she would also have been naked, her neck encircled by the leather collar he had given her as his badge of ownership. That too had been left behind along with the rest of her life. She felt even more naked without it.

Blaine returned. She quickly bowed her head. He stopped a foot in front of her. In his left hand he held a silver-colored circular object. He said to her, “Turn around and pull back your hair.”

Her long dark hair reached down to between her shoulder blades. She gathered it up, exposing her neck, around which he placed the circular object, which she now recognized from pictures she had seen as a Gorean slave collar. He fastened it in back. The one she wore for Alex she could take on or off as she entered or left the apartment. This one she wouldn’t be able to take off. So her life was already changing.

A small ring hung from the front of the collar. He attached a leash to it. He turned, gave a tug on the leash and told her to follow him. He led her into his office, a large oak-paneled room with bookshelves lining the walls. A large mahogany desk stood at one end of the room in front of two large windows shaded by Venetian blinds. In the center of the room stood a wooden table or bench with a padded black leather top. Small metal hooks lined the sides. She supposed it to be a spanking bench of some sort. Lying horizontally across it was a three-foot rattan cane. Seeing it her heart skipped a beat. He removed the cane and placed it on his desk.

He told her to climb up on the bench on her knees with her legs spread apart, then to bend over, resting on her forearms. He had her pull her arms and torso back little by little until he was satisfied. It was an awkward position that left her ass sticking out in an embarrassing manner. He said, “This is called the Submission Position. You’ll be assuming this position on a regular basis. Burn it into your memory.” He pulled on the leash until it was taut, attaching the end fast so that she was unable to move her head forward.

He remained standing behind her as he began to speak. “Now, Julie, I’m going to explain to you my rules. I’ve left a written copy in your bedroom for you to study. Right now I’ll just summarize them for you.”

He spoke quietly and distinctly. He had a pleasant voice. She had noticed his soft-spoken manner that first evening with Alex.

“Rule Number One is that you will address me as ‘Master.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

He paused for a minute then said, “How long have you been a slave, Julie?”

“Um, about three years, sir, I mean ...”

Whack! She felt a hard, painful slap against her buttocks.

“What did I just tell you?”

“I’m sorry, sir—I mean Master,” she hurried corrected herself. “It’s a habit; I’m used to calling Alex ‘sir.’”

“I didn’t ask you for an explanation.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I have my own way of doing things which no doubt is different from Alex’s. You’ll do things my way because right now I’m you’re Master. Do you understand, Julie?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

“I asked Alex if you’ve ever been caned. He said you had but you didn’t like it. Is that true?”

“Yes, Master.”

She had been caned twice, both times at Peter and Leslie’s house. Peter had recently bought a cane. He gave a demonstration with Leslie as subject. All three girls had already been hand spanked. Peter gave Leslie twelve strokes in two groups of six. He then handed it over to Steve to cane Diane. She also received twelve strokes. Then it was Julie’s turn. Alex was very careful with his first six strokes and they didn’t hurt too much. Peter complimented him on his technique but urged him to strike harder. From Julie’s standpoint he took that advice a bit too much to heart; those last six strokes hurt a lot. Peter concluded by giving Leslie an additional twelve strokes. Julie could still recall the bright red stripes across her backside. Yet she seemed to enjoy it.

She was caned one more time at a later party. This time Alex didn’t hold back on the first six strokes and they hurt like hell. He began on the second set but after two more she begged him to stop. She felt ashamed of herself but she was very sensitive to certain kinds of pain.

No, she didn’t like being caned.

Blaine continued. “It’s good you don’t like it. I like to use the cane as a form of discipline. Some slaves like it too much. I have to use other ways with them.”

He let that sink in before going on. “Alex also seems to think you don’t like anal sex. Is that true?”

“Um, I guess it’s not one of my favorite things, Master.”

“That’s not what I asked you but never mind. Whether or not it’s one of your ‘favorite things’ I intend to fuck your ass a lot, beginning tonight.

“Now, back to my rules. I’ve already given you the first one. You don’t have to end every question or statement with ‘Master’ but if I ask you a yes-or-no question you should answer ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master.’ Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Rule Number Two: This is a large house with five bedrooms and bathrooms. I normally have a girl come in to clean twice a week. Now you will assume those duties. I expect to have a neat, clean house. Is that understood, Julie?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Rule Number Three: You are not allowed to sit on any of the furniture outside of your own room or the kitchen. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Rule Number Four: You will sometimes have to go shopping for groceries or household supplies. You will also take my suits to the cleaners. For that I will provide you with a car. I will also provide you with a debit card.” (Julie had a credit card but she hadn’t been allowed to bring it.) I will provide your account with enough money for that and a little extra if you want to buy some small items for yourself. You will keep a strict record of all your expenses. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Rule Number Five: Apart from these necessary errands you are not allowed to leave the house without my permission. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Rule Number Six: Inside the house you will be naked at all times. Upon returning from outside you will promptly remove your clothes. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Rule Number Seven: In the morning you will make me a pot of coffee which you will serve in the dining room. The coffee will be ready at seven-thirty sharp on weekdays and eight-thirty on weekends. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Most of the time I eat out so the groceries will be mainly for yourself. There are certain staple supplies I like to keep stocked in addition to coffee. I’ve listed those on the document containing the rules. That’s Rule Number Eight. Now and then I might have you cook something for me. Do you know how to cook?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Rule Number Nine: It goes without saying that grooming is important. I can see that you already take good care of your appearance. I imagine that Alex insisted on that.”

“Yes, Master. But I would have done it anyway, to please him.”

“Of course. And now you will do it to please me. I like what you do with your face and your hair and keeping your nails trimmed and polished. Do you go to a beauty parlor?”

“Yes, Master.”

“One more thing: You’ll have to shave your bush.”

“I do keep it trimmed, Master.”

“I want it shaved. Finally, I’ll mostly be seeing you in the mornings and evenings. That’s true even on weekends, whether or not I stay home. Sometimes I get home quite late. You don’t have to stay up for me past eleven. But I do want you to be ready for me by nine. You should be showered and smelling nice. Above you will keep your asshole clean for me. That’s Rule Number Ten.”

“Now that you’ve heard the rules I’m going to give you a practical demonstration of the consequences of violating them. I’m going to cane you. Since this is only a demonstration I’ll limit it to six strokes. You will count each stroke.”

It may have been merely a demonstration to him but it sure felt like a punishment to her. Whether it was the type of the cane or the force he used, it hurt a lot worse than either of the canings she had received from Alex.

“Of course, if I have to punish you it’ll be more.”

Point taken. She heard him put the cane down on his desk. She felt something penetrate her asshole. It was his fingers applying lubricant. Having this man who was still very much a stranger touch her in this intimate way intensified her feeling of humiliation. He took his sweet time with it too. She should have been grateful for that, for the preparation, but all she could think of was that she wanted it to be over. His finger went in and out as he applied fresh lubricant. Then he stopped doing it. She held her breath. Seconds passed during which nothing happened. Then she felt a soft fleshy thing touch her anus—it was the soft tip of his penis. It grew bigger and harder as he slowly penetrated her. Despite all the lubricant it was still painful. She had forgotten just how large he was. He penetrated her until she could feel his pubic hair grazing her cheeks. She emitted an involuntary cry of pain. He put his hands on her back and said “Relax.” This attempt at comfort had little effect. A feeling of terror gripped her. The sheer size of his cock seemed to rend her apart. She genuinely feared he might injure her. Her eyes filled with tears. She waited helplessly for him to satisfy himself. She began to lose her sense of time. She may have passed out briefly. When he finally withdrew she was shaking all over.

He unfastened the leash and told her to get up. Her legs felt wobbly. He again tugged on the leash and she followed him to a small room at the back of the house. It was sparsely furnished with a bed, chest of drawers, chair, end table and lamp. Her suitcases had been placed atop the bed. On top of one of them were some papers.

He took off the leash. He said, “There’s a bathroom next door. You should be up and ready by eight tomorrow. There’s an alarm clock by the bed. I’ll come and get you. Now unpack your things and go to bed. Good night.”

She made a quick trip to the bathroom to pee. Sitting on the toilet seat she felt a twinge of pain from the brief caning. Back in her room she picked up the papers on the suitcase. It consisted of several typewritten pages stapled together under the heading “Slave Rules.” She put it aside and hurried to unpack, hanging up her coats and blouses and few dresses in the closet along with her shoes. She put her skirts and pants and stockings in the drawers. She had brought no underwear for she wasn’t permitted to wear them.

She turned out the light. She lay down on the bed on her stomach. She was in a state of shock. Both her ass and her asshole ached. The caning was bad, but the anal fucking was much, much worse. It was true what he said, that she didn’t like anal sex. It was Alex who had introduced her to it. The first time occurred very early in their relationship. She had acceded to his wish with considerable reluctance. But she was in love with him and wanted to please him. And he handled her with great tenderness. She still found it painful yet didn’t force him to withdraw but allowed him to proceed to climax.

The next time was more than a year later, shortly after her “collaring.” They had gone out for the evening. On the way home he gave her some instructions. Upon returning to the apartment she went into the bedroom. The first thing she did was to strip naked and put on her collar. That much was standard operating procedure. Then she pulled the covers off the bed. She took a large throw cushion from the closet, placed it in the middle of the bed and lay down, her hips propped up by the cushion. Then she waited. She heard noises in the kitchen; maybe he was fixing himself a snack. No doubt he also wanted to make her wait. She assumed he was going to spank her with his belt as he usually did when he had her assume this position, and she loved the waiting and sense of anticipation.

But when he finally came into the bedroom, instead of spanking her he sat down beside her and told her he was going to fuck her in the ass. He said he knew she hadn’t liked it the other time but he believed she would get used to it in time. The key was to relax. “Yes, sir,” she said. He began applying lubricant to her asshole, working slowly and lovingly. He spent quite a long time doing it, even longer than Blaine did tonight. Next he straddled her and massaged her back and shoulders. It was one of the things he liked to do and he was very good at it. Only then did he penetrate her, entering and moving very slowly. When it was over he said, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” and she replied, “No, sir. It wasn’t so bad.”

Really, he couldn’t have been kinder or more considerate. It didn’t bother her that he had told her they would be having anal sex rather than asking her. Wasn’t that part of what it meant to be a slave? Unlike Blaine, Alex never set out a bunch of formal rules. A lot was assumed. They both had formed their ideas of the subject from reading on the internet. For example, it was a given that he could tell her what to do and that she had to obey him, although it was equally well understood that he would exercise his power with due consideration for her feelings and refrain from demanding anything unreasonable. Another of the givens was that she always be ready to satisfy him sexually at a time and manner of his choosing. When he wished to fuck her in the usual way it was her job to spread her legs, assuming whatever position pleased him at the time. If he demanded a blow job then willy-nilly she would end up on her knees with his cock in her mouth. So how could she refuse to perform anal sex, the practice of which had become so common even in vanilla circles? And why should Alex have to deprive himself of what was for him a genuine pleasure, when he gave her so much pleasure in return?

Even so, and notwithstanding her “not so bad” comment, it was still painful, and Alex must have realized it, for as they lay cuddling in bed afterwards he told her they would only be doing it now and then. That turned out to be about twice a month. Though she never really enjoyed it she came to regard it as her gift to him and even liked the fact that he had imposed it on her, as it reinforced her feelings of submissiveness.

But Blaine tonight had shown very little kindness. Indeed he positively flaunted his indifference to her feelings, saying he planned to fuck her ass “a lot” whether she liked it or not. The man was a monster! He even had a monstrous cock. Alex, though a virile and passionate lover, had a male member of merely average size, or so it seemed to her from her limited experience. True or not Blaine’s was certainly bigger and it was painful enough when Alex did it.