Yes Master (1)

|BERNICE POV|

Three years ago, I was just another twenty-one-year-old girl trying to survive college and navigate my way through life. I had dreams, goals, and a quiet strength. But none of that mattered the day my father knocked on my dorm door with desperation in his eyes and death hanging over his shoulders like a shadow.

He told me to follow him home, and I did. That’s when he explained to me that he owed a lot of money. Not to a bank, not to the government, but to him. The man people only whispered about but never saw. His name was Vincent Langston. A multi-billionaire whose business was built on blood and fear.

He was ruthless and unforgiving. He was a man who never bargained, never showed mercy, and saw people as nothing more than possessions. When others failed to pay what they owed him, he made them vanish or pay with their organs. And when my father couldn’t pay, he offered me instead, and Vincent didn’t hesitate. He took me.

No lawyers or contracts were involved. Just an unspoken deal sealed with a nod and a cruel smile.

I remembered that first night like it was yesterday. How he made me kneel. How he took my virginity without a word, with no gentleness, no hesitation, just relentless and brutal thrust.

I begged and cried, but he didn’t stop. He fucked me through my sobs, made me lick his cock clean afterward, then fastened a black leather collar around my neck that I hadn’t taken off since.

By now, I was used to the way he treated me. I didn’t cry anymore. Instead, I craved it.

I could only call him Master. I was never allowed to call him anything else. He treated me like a dog. The collar around my neck was locked, and only he had the key to it. I didn’t sleep in a bed. I had a plush mat on the floor beside his, shaped like a dog bed, velvet red with gold embroidery.

I didn’t wear clothes unless he dressed me himself, and that didn’t happen often. Most days, I crawled through the house naked, marked, trained, and obedient. My body wasn’t mine anymore. It was his. His toy. His property. His fuck pet.

He gave me rules, and every time I disobeyed, he made sure I was punished.

I ate on the floor and drank from a silver bowl. I slept on command, sat when told, came only when he called for me. He didn’t punish with whips often anymore. He punished with silence now. With neglect. And those days were the worst.

His mansion was vast and silent, decorated like a palace and guarded like a fortress. He had staff, but none of them acknowledged me. They treated me like I was beneath them all. Like I was just a whore Vincent owned and fucked anytime he wanted. A pet they weren’t allowed to touch or speak to. They always watched me crawl by with barely veiled disgust or amusement.

Master kept me isolated. I had no phones, no TV, no books unless he handed them to me himself. My world revolved around his voice, his touch, his cock, and the click of his boots across the marble floor.

But I didn’t resist. Not anymore. I’d come to crave the structure, the humiliation, his firm hand and brutal control. It was the only way I knew how to breathe now.

And deep down, I knew he’d molded me into exactly what he wanted. A perfect little pet, who was always wet and ready for him to fuck.

This morning, I knelt by the kitchen door, naked and silent, while the chef filled my dish with fruit and yogurt. The food was always fresh. Master never starved me. He made sure I ate well, exercised often, kept my body tight and soft the way he liked it. My long brown hair was brushed daily, my skin kept smooth, and my curves full.

I bent down, eating without my hands, licking at the bowl with my tongue while the chef pretended not to watch.

When I finished, I crawled into the sitting room and curled up beside the fireplace, the warmth against my bare skin a rare comfort. My nipples stiffened from the heat, but I didn’t touch them. I wasn’t allowed to touch myself unless ordered by Master.

My pussy throbbed constantly now, aching from being untouched for over a week.

That was another part of his control, the waiting and the wanting. He didn’t need chains anymore. My mind and body were already bound to him.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the front porch, and I knew it was Master long before I saw him.

Master had just come back from work. He walked into the sitting room with slow and unhurried steps. His tall, broad-shouldered frame came into view.

He was dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong, veined forearms. His hair was slicked back, jaw clean-shaven, and his cold grey eyes swept the room as he stepped inside.

“Bernice,” his voice rang out, sending my heart racing.

The moment he said my name, everything in me responded. My breath caught, and I dropped my gaze, sinking onto all fours without thinking. My body moved before my mind could catch up, trained, needy and desperate to obey.

My pussy was already dripping as I crawled toward him, slick and throbbing just from the sound of his voice. It always happened when he called my name.

When I reached him, I knelt with my spine straight and my thighs parted. My hands rested at my sides, fingers trembling, my body aching for his touch.

“Welcome home, Master,” I greeted him, lowering my gaze and offering myself, waiting for his touch, his command or anything he chose to give me.

Master didn’t say a word at first. He just walked by me slowly, circling me like a predator deciding whether to devour the prey kneeling in front of him.

I stayed still because he hadn’t commanded me to move.

After a few minutes, he stopped in front of me and threaded his fingers through my hair.

“You’ve been a good girl this week,” he said, his voice deep and low, the sound vibrating through my chest. “I like that.”

Just hearing him made my pussy ache, needy and desperate to be filled.

He grabbed my chin and lifted my face. My eyes met his, and the corner of his mouth curved in a dark smile.

“Do you miss my cock, pet?”

My lips parted, but I didn’t speak. I wasn’t allowed unless he asked directly.

“Answer!” Master growled.

“Yes, Master,” I answered.

“Tell me how much.”

My cheeks flushed. “I miss your cock so much, Master. I think about it all the time. I ache for it. I want it buried deep inside my wet pussy.”

“You ache for my cock?”

“Yes, Master.”

Master smirked and let go of my chin.

“Crawl to your corner and wait for me there,” he ordered.

I didn’t say anything more. I simply bowed my head and obeyed, crawling on my hands and knees to the padded spot by the tall library wall in the sitting room. My collar jingled softly as I moved, my breasts swaying with each motion, nipples hard and exposed.

He left and disappeared into his private room while I stayed, waiting in silence. Whether it was hours or just minutes, I couldn’t tell because in his house, time didn’t matter.

I stayed still, trembling with anticipation. My body was ready and my mind was blank, calm and open.

The silence broke after hours when the intercom buzzed above.

“Come to me, pet,” his voice commanded from the speaker. “Now.”

My heart leapt.

I obeyed immediately. I turned and lowered myself all the way down, resting on my forearms with my ass raised and knees spread, exactly how he trained me to crawl to him, naked and obedient like a dog.

I moved slowly, my body on display as I crawled through the massive house. My skin flushed, goosebumps rising with every step. I was exposed, vulnerable, and completely stripped of dignity. And I loved it.

Every inch forward sent jolts of heat through my body. I could feel my pussy juice running down my inner thighs. My mouth was slightly open, panting softly, my eyes glazed with need.

I passed the servants again, who looked away as trained. I was just a filthy animal crawling to my Master.

When I reached the main hall, I turned toward Master’s private wing, also called his playroom, and saw the door was open.

My eyes immediately landed on Master.

He stood in the center of the room shirtless, his slacks unbuttoned. His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs, already semi-hard and leaking with pre-cum, making my mouth water.

I crawled into the room and closed the door behind me, then continued on all fours until I reached a spot just a foot in front of him. I stopped, head bowed, my hair falling like a curtain around my face.

“Look up,” Master ordered.

And I did.

My eyes met his. His eyes were dark with lust and control.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now sit and spread your pussy wide for me.”

I immediately shifted into position, spreading my thighs wide as I sat back on my heels. My spine was straight, hands clasped behind me, chest pushed forward. Between my legs, my pussy was soaked, glistening under the low light.

Master’s gaze moved over me slowly, savoring every inch of my naked body, every bruise and mark he’d left over the years. My collar was locked in place with a tag dangling from the front engraved with a single word.

‘PROPERTY.’

Master’s smile deepened as he stared into me, eyes dark with want.

“You’ve been patient,” he murmured, voice low and thick with heat. “Tonight, I’m going to reward you.”