Novum vitae-a new life.

~A girl meets her Master for the first time, to start a new life, and is shown just what being ‘his’ means~


The first time I met him in real life he was holding a sign that said ‘SLAVE’. He was grinning lazily leaning against the metal rail that separated those who had just landed from their visitors. My stomach did a flip as I saw him. He was taller in real life, and he had amazingly piercing pale blue eyes. He grinned as he caught sight of me, standing out like a sore thumb in this ridiculous dress, and it sent shivers down my spine. This is really happening I thought. It hadn’t really hit me yet. Here I was, in an unknown town, having sold my apartment, wired all my money to him (after all, he would be providing for me from now on) and quit my job. I had a new occupation now. I’d said goodbye to the few people that might notice I was gone, and I’d got on a plane. And then it had landed. And then I’d seen him.

Oh my.

This morning seemed an awfully long time ago. Cornflakes for breakfast-had that really happened? It seemed like a lifetime ago. And I guess in a way, it was. This was a whole new life. I was no longer the receptionist stuck in a dead-end job with no boyfriend and a tiny apartment, who hated herself, her life, and was self-destructive because of it. I was ‘cunt’, or ‘slave’, or ‘fucktoy’, or whatever else he wanted to call me, whose only purpose was to serve him, and anyone else he wanted me to, to be fucked and hurt and humiliated.

He had saved me and for that, I was his.

Completely his, in fact. Despite the many people who assumed I was a slut (and who could blame them, here I was in a short, low-cut, skin-tight red dress with no underwear and stripper heels) I was a virgin. I had sucked cock, but I had never swallowed cum or been touched with anything other than a single drunken hand below the waist.

Today, that would change.

I walked forward to where he stood and he straightened up.

‘Hello cunt,’ he smirked. He leant forward and I wondered for a gorgeous moment if he was going to kiss me. He didn’t. His hand emerged from below me and I looked down in time to see him clip something onto one of the rings in my collar, which had been a permanent fixture of my attire for months (except for showers). A thin, black something. A leash. He had me on a leash. I’d known him a few seconds in real life and I was already on his leash. ‘Well, come on then,’

I stared at him, dumbstruck, for a few moments before my sluggish brain processed his command. Come on then. The leash was fed under the metal bar that was still separating us, so I bent down and made to duck under it.

‘Not so fast bitch. What do good whores do?’

I stared at him a little more as I tried to think. He was really attractive. No, stop focussing on his face. I thought What do good whores do? What-

‘Crawl, Sir?’

He smiled and gave a slight nod. I lowered myself onto my knees and crawled under the barrier. On the other side I began to get to my feet, then changed my mind and instead turned to look at him.

‘M-may I stand Sir?’

He considered it for a few seconds.

‘No. You can get to your feet once we’re outside so you don’t get scratched up on the ground,’ he turned and walked off and I followed, crawling as fast as I could to keep slack on my leash and no pressure on my neck. I had to do a weird kind of jiggling crawl to keep up and I was horribly aware my skirt was riding up and my ass and pussy would both be on display if we didn’t stop soon.

We didn’t stop soon.

He led me all the way across the airport wiggling my ass like that, on my hands and knees like a common animal. By the time we got to the door I felt more humiliated than I ever had before, and I could feel my pussy lips, slick with juices, rubbing against each other.

‘Get up, bitch,’

I rose to my feet shakily, my heels suddenly seeming far too high and pointy to support my weight. He walked off again, fast, and I struggled to keep up, tottering on stilettos. There was a constant pressure on my neck as he dragged me across the car park to a sleek, black, two-door Mercedes. I headed for the passenger door but was yanked sideways.

‘Wha-‘

‘Open your mouth,’

I opened it obediently and a firm red ball was placed between my teeth, secured by a leather strap circling my head. He spun me round and fastened my arms together at the elbow, and again at the wrist using what felt like leather ties.