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- STEELING STACI -
Staci's deep and long-held fascination with bondage, slavery and subjugation drove her to spend much of her free time surfing the Net for stories and images of women who had been enslaved; whether willingly or unwillingly, by powerful, ruthless men.
Although she realised that the vast majority were simply fantasies and in no way genuine, she couldn't help but wonder whether there might be at least a few real Masters out there. She assumed there must be and rather hoped there were, preferring to believe that her secret dreams and the delicious orgasms they brought her, might just have a basis in fact.
In the course of her browsing, she visited
numerous BDSM chat-rooms, most of them
populated by people who were simply playing
at being dominant and submissive and she
had several enjoyable on-line sessions, but never felt that she was in contact
with a true Master.
Until one evening, she got talking to
someone who called himself Slave Owner ...
Unlike the other chat-room players, he didn't want to act-out fantasy scenes with her and told her that he wasn't interested in the usual pretend games, but was looking for a permanent, full-time slave who was willing to submit completely to him and become his property.
Staci was immediately intrigued by the
concept of being owned and
over several weeks of on-line chat, she
became more and more attracted to the
idea of meeting him and seeing if he really
was as dominant and masterful as he seemed.
She wanted to, but was put off by his
insistence on a permanent relationship,
not sure that she could make such a huge
commitment when she knew so little about
When she raised the possibility of a meeting,
but qualified it with her concerns, he
was very understanding, assuring her that
he understood her natural anxiety and
agreeing that he could not expect her
to make her decision until after they
had met and ensured mutual compatibility.
Relieved, Staci offered the four-day holiday weekend and the date was set. It was then that she learned that he lived over a thousand miles from her and must be rich, because he told her that he would arrange a chauffeured limousine to deliver her to the airport where his private plane would be waiting.
went like clockwork and when she was driven
to his beautiful house in the mountains,
she was thrilled to find that he was only
a few years older than her, rather fit
and handsome ... and even more dominant than
she had hoped.
She was instantly physically attracted
to him and in less than two hours, felt
so at ease that she found herself agreeing
to being bound by him, in the full knowledge
that once she was helpless, her body would
be his to enjoy as he pleased.
To her astonishment and secret delight,
she found that he had a bondage dungeon
under the house, but she couldn't hide
her embarrassment when he showed her the
steel shackles and heavy chains he intended
to use on her and coolly ordered her to
When she hesitated, he reminded her that
she had come to him as a potential slave
and said that if she was having second
thoughts, he would arrange for her to
be taken home immediately and he would
continue his search elsewhere.
Not wishing to disappoint him or herself
by missing out on what promised to be
an intensely erotic experience, she suppressed
her doubts and for the first time in her
life, allowed herself to be chained into
With her wrists, forearms and elbows shackled
behind her back and tight chains encircling
her chest, waist, hips, buttocks, thighs
and calves, she was in no position to
resist when he fitted a one-piece manacle
to her ankles and a wide steel collar
around her neck, then bent her legs up
and used a heavy chain to hogtie her.
Knowing that she was totally at his mercy, with absolutely no chance of escape, Staci opened her mouth as he brought a gag to her lips and as the thick leather rod sank deep between her jaws and bulged her cheeks, a giant wave of excitement and arousal set her trembling in her bonds.
It was an excitement
that never wavered during the entire four
days, for apart from brief periods when
her hogtie and leg bondage were released
for hygiene purposes and her gag for meals
and water, Staci remained in her collar
and chains the whole time, completely
helpless and vulnerable to the incredible
arousal his hands and lips imposed on
her nude body for hours on end.
Forced to climax again and again, she tried everything she could to persuade him to take her and use her as fully as she desperately longed to be used, but even when her gag was taken out for the gourmet meals he hand-fed her, he would not be swayed by her heartfelt offers to serve him and as his iron self-control denied her the final satisfaction she craved and she was returned to mute impotence, her passionate desire to submit rose to unbearable heights.
end of her fourth day, as Staci moaned
and shuddered at his feet in the throes
of her latest immense orgasm, he gazed
at her from the comfort of his chair and
calmly presented her with his ultimatum.
Either she offered herself to him as a
full and permanent slave, without reservation,
or he would free her and send her home,
never to see him again.
The choice was hers and although he desired
her and was certain she had the potential
to be a superbly pleasing slave that any
Master would be proud to possess, she
should remember that her submission, once
freely offered and accepted, would never
She would be a slave for the rest of her
life, with no rights or freedom and subject
always to the will and discipline of her
Master, her body his to do with as he
With her will-power and self-control disastrously
weakened by her marathon ordeal of bondage
and sexual surrender, Staci was in no
condition to review her options with anything
approaching the careful and thoughtful
assessment that they deserved and as she
nodded her immediate agreement even before
he had finished speaking, he chuckled
at her impetuousness and told her that
although he was delighted that she was
so eager to become his slave, he wanted
to be quite sure that she understood what
she was getting herself into.
He would leave her for one hour to think about it.
His consideration did not, however, extend as far as releasing her and as Staci remained hogtied and gagged in the dungeon and the fierce heat in her belly refused to cool, she found that she could not bear the thought of giving up the incredible, overwhelming pleasure she had discovered in his chains and at his mercy. Her enforced surrenders and staggeringly-powerful climaxes had far exceeded even her wildest fantasies and shown her a world that she had only ever dreamed of. A world where a slave's absolute submission to a Master was no game, but the daily reality of what her life would become if she accepted his terms. And Staci longed to enter that world more than she had ever wanted anything in her whole life.
So much so, that long before the allotted hour was up, her last decision as a free woman was already made.
Staci had lost
all track of time and had no idea how
long she had been the total and permanent
slave of her wealthy and powerful Master.
Immediately after accepting her offer
of unconditional submission, he had moved
quickly to erase all links to her former
existence, sending a letter of resignation
to her employer, cancelling the lease
of her apartment, arranging to have all
of her possessions collected and brought
to his home, closing her bank account
and notifying her few friends and acquaintances
that she was moving abroad.
With those details taken care of and safe in the knowledge that as far as the outside world was concerned, Staci had simply vanished, leaving no trace behind, he was free to implement his plans for her. None of which envisaged her release, or any relaxation in the stringency of her bondage. In fact, as she soon discovered, her four-day introduction to the chains and manacles that he had delighted in using to secure her and which had presented and offered her as a helpless, immobilised sex-slave for his use, was only the mild precursor of his real objective.
Into one wall
of the luxurious lounge of his large house,
her Master had installed a secret room,
carefully concealed behind a remotely
controlled sliding panel and it was in
this cell that Staci began her new life
as a totally subjugated and defenceless
Released from her bonds only to have even
heavier steel manacles bolted around her
wrists and ankles, she was spread into
a wide, inverted "Y" as motorised
chains attached to her limbs pulled her
back against the wall and was then incapable
of resistance as a combined helmet and
posture-collar of gleaming alloy was fitted
over her head and throat and bolted in
place, a thick internal rod-gag filling
her mouth and stretching her lips.
Trapped in its tight confines, she was blind and mute, her frantic wails of protest emerging as no more than a low, unintelligible whine that would never be heard beyond the closed sliding panel.And then the motorised chains lifted her from the floor, stopping only when her body hung at the perfect height for her Master to penetrate her without needing to stoop.
helmet, Staci was hopelessly excited by
her vulnerable plight, but when still
more manacles tightened around her elbows,
forearms, waist, knees and calves to share
the weight of her body and take the strain
off her wrists and she felt the vibrations
of a powerful drill biting into the stone
of the wall behind her, she realised with
a thrill of horror that she was actually
being bolted to the wall.
Which meant that this was to be no brief,
short-lived bondage episode, but an extended
and at least semi-permanent arrangement.
A stunning development instantly confirmed when further bolts clamped her helmeted head and collared throat and chains encircled her upper chest and hips, removing all movement except the clawing of her fingers and curling of her toes. There was absolutely no free play in her manacles and chains and as Staci felt warm air currents play across her taut breasts, erect nipples and damp, fully-exposed sex, she quivered in helpless arousal, knowing that there was nothing she could do to prevent her Master from plundering every inch of her defenceless body with his fingers and lips and that when he tired of arousing her, or simply chose to exert his total power over her he only had to move forward a few inches to bury his shaft in her belly.
refuse or resist, no matter what happened
to her and with the helmet depriving her
of sight, she would never know what he
was about to do, or when, or where he
might be planning to strike.
With her sense of touch heightened by the loss of her other senses, she knew she would respond uncontrollably to his fingers or lips, and when it dawned on her that she would be unable to tell for certain whether the panel was open or closed and that if it was open, she would be on show to whoever might happen to be in the lounge and that it might not even be her Master who aroused her or took her, but simply someone to whom he had offered the use of his slave, her belly kicked violently and a river of hot juices gushed from her sex.
Confirming her complete subjugation and irrevocable submission to the life of total and willing slavery that was her fate and her greatest, deepest, most fervent desire.
And so it was
that Staci began her life-long service
to her Master as an anonymous, rigidly
restrained sex-object, her body spread
wide and available at any moment of the
day or night for his pleasure and amusement,
her instantaneous and quite uncontrollable
responses to his touch demonstrating the
awesome power and depth of the submissive
passion unleashed within her by her extreme
helplessness and the knowledge that her
freedom was gone forever.
Her taut breasts, erect nipples and ever-moist
sex betrayed her need to the most casual
glance and invited her usage and the maddened
contractions of her multiple climaxes
as his shaft drove deep into the seething,
churning heat of her pulsing belly, provided
the most exquisite pleasure to them both
as he exerted his total Mastery over her
to force ever-stronger and more intense
slave-orgasms from her shuddering, quaking
Fed by a tube inserted through a reinforced hole in her rod-gag and slid down her frantically-working throat and with her wastes simply hosed away, she was never once released from her stringent bondage and as the full implications of what those actions meant for her future sank into her stunned mind, Staci's belly swirled and trembled with ferocious heat to the incredible realisation that there was no need for her ever to be released.