THE MAKING OF A SLAVE I could see it in her eyes. Those eyes that were brazenly staring at me without a flicker of concern or submission. She would have much to learn in a short period of time...and she would learn if I decided she was worthy of my effort. She called me one day on the recommendation of a very thoroughly contented slave that I had trained in the past. Her purpose for the call was simple and straightforward. She told me that she has had submissive tendencies and desires for many years but had never met the man or woman who could bring those desires to fruition. I politely thanked her for the call but told her that I wasn't interested in playing games and I don't take on wannabe slaves who are looking for cheap thrills or one-upmanship. Two days later, she called me again. She said that she had thought very deeply about my comments and was more convinced that I was indeed the person to unleash her submission. Again, I was polite but told her that submission doesn't need to be unleashed. If she were truly submissive, there was no magical spell or incantation required for her to submit. She simply needed to accept her natural tendencies.(Frankly, this poppycock but in the past that has always weeded out the thrill seekers and dreaded wannabees). Three days after that phone call, I received a package in the mail at my post office box. In the package was a photograph, a pair of panties, and a book of poetry. The enclosed note read, "Sir, the photograph is one of me before my submission to you, the panties represent an intimacy that only someone worthy of my intimacy shall see, and the poetry is my most personal material object. These items I give to you in submission and beg that you make me your slave." I do have to admit that this was starting to look promising but long ago I promised myself that I would never take on another slave sight unseen. One has to be careful due to the emotional price that both slave and Master invest. After being severely burned one time before, I had vowed that experience would never be duplicated. Immediately, I called the slave who had referred the young lady to me. I questioned my former slave in detail about my potential new slave. I wanted to know why he had referred her to me, what kind of service that he believed that my new slave would require, and also asked or any other information that he believed was pertinent. After satisfying myself to the veracity of his answers, I decided to call my potential new slave. Later that week, I did call my newest recruit. "I understand that you seriously believe that you desire to be submissive and wish to submit yourself fully to me, is that a correct assumption?" She replied over the phone, "I am convinced that I can only be happy in submission and that you are one who is worthy of my offer of submission." I smiled into the phone, "OK, be at my private office tomorrow at 8:00 A.M. and we shall discuss the possibility." With that and brief directions to my office, I hung up the phone. The next day, precisely at 8:01 A.M., my office bell chimed. I opened the door and beheld in person the visage of my potential new slave. She was a lovely in person as she was in her photograph, Long black hair, jade green eyes, alabaster complexion, legs that stretched all the way down to the ground which only accentuated her slim hips that flared up to a magnificently full bosom. I stepped back and welcomed her to my office. "Is it still your belief that you wish to submit your body, mind, and spirit to me?" I asked her gently. "Yes", she replied, "I am more convinced that I can only be happy in submission and truly believe that you have the ability to accept my gift of submission in the spirit in which it is tendered." "Fine, I then have three tasks which you must complete before I will accept you as my newest slave. If you perform these tasks willingly, quickly, and correctly, I will allow you the opportunity to serve me. However, one slip, one mistake, and I will never talk, write, or accept any communication from you again. Do you understand worthless slave?" I looked intently at her after this pronouncement and yes, there it was, that spark of indignation I had hoped to see in those beautiful jade green eyes. She replied evenly though, " I will do as you say these matters as well as all others because I have chosen you as my Master." Interesting choice of words and I have to admit that I was momentarily nonplused. I have never heard a slave admit to "choosing" a Master, most slaves assume that they are the ones chosen. Which, in actuality, both cases may be correct. "OK, then here are your duties. One, you are to finger fuck yourself to orgasm three times daily...wearing the same pair of blue lace panties that you so gracefully gave to me. I want those panties sopping wet with your pussy juices, do you understand?" She smiled, (was I glad to see that smile) "Easily accomplished Master, are you sure that three times daily is sufficient?" I let the snide comment pass because I knew there would soon be a time in which I will address comments of that nature. I smiled, "oh, yes, I am sure that will be adequate..also...you will need to videotape your masturbation with the time and date prominently displayed, you know, kind of a visual reminder." Her smile rapidly vanished. "Duty number two. You are to post an advertisement in the daily newspaper. In this advertisement, you are to prominently mention your name and your intention to become a willing slave to me. This advertisement must appear no later than 2 days from now." The smirky smile was completely gone and the first expression of reality appeared on her pretty face. Maybe she was starting to understand that this was no game now and that we were embarking on a serious journey toward a reality of her choosing, that journey culminating in her submission willingly granted to me. "Task number three. After completion of these tasks, you will come to the address I will give you with the following items: a notarized agreement stating that you are indeed a legal adult above the age of 21, a notarized signed statement stating that you do wish to become my slave and will accede to my training so that you can accomplish your stated goal, that goal being the ultimate submission to my will and dominance. You will bring the videotape, the blue panties, the newspaper advertisement, and the signed statements to my house, four days from today. You will also wear your most professional business suit. Do you have any questions?" "Yes Sir, she replied, "what time shall I arrive?" I smiled, "I am a late sleeper so be at the address exactly at 1:00 P.M. I figured that there was a 50/50 chance of her showing up at my house. The day of the appointment arrived and I decided to prepare for the potential visit. I still wasn't convinced that the woman would show, but with this lady it would be much better to be prepared if she did appear. Many of the objects I placed in plain sight were for effect, not for usage. The massive engraved oak paddle, the wicked looking leather Cat O' Nine tails, the enormous double headed dildo, the black leather executioner hood, the polished silver restraints, and the black studded boots all add to the expectations of the slave. In reality, my methods mainly employ standard household items. Of course, I use some of the "toys", but mainly rely on the actions, reactions, and mindset of the slave to choose which training is most suitable. I dimmed the lights, put on some ominous music, and settled back for the wait. I was gambling on the fact that this lady had some pre-conceived notions about Masters and slaves and I was setting the scene to play up to those expectations. I knew that my previous slave would never tell of my methodology to anyone. All of my slaves learn quickly that my secrets are mine and punishment is severe for those who dare to breach that confidence. Precisely at 1:02 P.M., the doorbell chimed. I opened the door with a notebook in hand. "You are two minutes late, write that fact down in this notebook." She broke in , "The traffic was murder and I missed a turn.." I interrupted as well, "Also write down your infraction of interrupting me with trivial excuses for personal stupidity." She took the proffered notebook and wrote in a fluid, cursive style the offenses, numbered appropriately. While she was writing, I took the opportunity to observe her. She was confidently standing just inside my doorway, perfect posture, writing with quick efficient slashes of the pen. Her hair was upswept in a nondescript style. Her gray business jacket was covering an ordinary white blouse which was tucked into a demure, knee length gray skirt. Two gold earrings, one gold watch, and one horrible broach enclosure on the collar of her blouse was all the jewelry affected by my potential slave. She didn't need much. All in all, the impression was one of a successful business woman who happened to be very attractive. She finished writing and started to hand me back the notebook. "No, my slave, you will keep this book and never be far from it. Whenever you transgress your boundaries, you will write down in this notebook your failings. You will also write down your punishments for those transgressions. Do you understand?" She spoke up, "Yes, I do understand, Sir." She looked pretty pleased with herself as she must have believed that she had passed some sort of test correctly. I then asked her for the items that I had requested from her. She smilingly brought out the videotape, the newspaper advertisement, the notarized agreements, and lastly, the crusty, odorous blue panties. I noticed that her eyes were surreptitiously surveying the room, getting an extended look at the toys placed just within her view. "Then step inside and let us get started. Close the door and prepare yourself for submission." At this, she looked slightly baffled, which was the response I was hoping to receive. "What is the matter, slave, do you not understand simple English?" "uh, Master, she tried, "what is it that you require of me?" Not bad, I thought, but she is still operating under pre-conceived notions. Her eyes were luminous, the deep breathing, the fidget of her hands, the shifting of her hips all spoke that she was expecting some sort of sexual domination. of course, she will get that eventually but for now, I needed to keep her off-balance. "Since you have asked, lowly one, my kitchen and bathroom are a total wreck. Clean both spotless and then return immediately to this room. Oh, yes, you have no need of such fancy business attire here." I watched her as the words sank in and she began to remove her clothes. She smiled slightly because this did fit into her scenario of slavehood. I knew that she thought that I was not serious about the cleaning, that this was just a ploy to get her clothes off and begin her initiation to sexual submission. She slowly peeled off the jacket, exaggerating the movements in a semi-sensuous strip tease. After the jacket was removed and thrown over a chair, she began the slow process of unbuttoning the ugly broach. At this point I interceded, "is this truly your favorite business suit?" I asked. "Yes, it most certainly is." she smiled as she replied. At that smile, I roughly grabbed the jacket from the chair and began to rip and shred the fabric, throwing the jacket down on the floor, I dug my heels savagely into the material, listening for the tear of seams, the destruction of the material. I ripped the blouse from her surprised hands, twisting and pulling the material until fabric gave way and seams popped and buttons flew. roughly, I swept her feet out from under her and guided her down to the floor. I turned my attention to her lingerie. "You will never, never, NEVER wear pantyhose in my presence. Is that understood?" I barked at her, "there is nothing more UGLY, demeaning, and disgusting that pantyhose." I grabbed a double handful of tan hose and dragged them down over her surprisingly white bottom and dark, curly hair bush and threw the hose in the corner. The peach colored bra was no match for my questing fingers and soon it too joined the ruined mess of clothing on the floor. "You will only wear a bra if I tell you do so. Otherwise, your breasts will be free of any confinement. Do you understand?" A quivering "yes" was barely heard over her harsh breathing. "Now slave, this room is also in need of cleaning so get to it. After you are finished, come kneel in front of me while I am watching this tape in the den. If you have done an adequate job of cleaning, you will then be rewarded with one piece of clothing....which I will choose for you to wear. If you have not cleaned to my satisfaction, you will then have the opportunity to record your failing in your notebook as well as you subsequent punishment. Do you understand?" Again, a muffled, subdued "yes" was uttered. "Then get to work, naked slave of mine." As my newest slave went to start her new duties, I retired to the den to watch my newest video and to plan my next move. I popped the video into the Super VHS VCR and settled into my favorite recliner. I grabbed the remote and turned on my 52" big screen Mitsubishi television. The screen cleared and shortly, the production commenced. The woman appeared in extra large detail. She was wearing a costume that surprised me. She had on the lace blue panties, which I expected, but the matching blue corset and the knee high blue leather laced up boots caught me off guard. She must have had a stereo playing because there was a Moody Blues song playing. Her face was flushed red and her breasts heaved with the exertion she was using in pistoning her fingers of her right hand in and out of her panty covered sex. Little tendrils of curly black pubic hair peeked out from the leggings of her blue lacy panties. Surprisingly, the camera zoomed in for a close-up. the back of her hand was clearly visible underneath the lace covered panties as her fingers slid deeper and deeper inside her wet, juicy sex. She must have been at this for awhile or the sensations were overtaking her because a smooth sheen of sweat glistened on her exposed skin. Slowly, her left hand moved up to the rather large nipples and began to twist and pull them as her right hand kept up its furious pace of finger fucking. Her lace covered mound began to darken with a combination of sweat and juices as a barely perceptible moan began to become audible over the music. Her legs began to tremble with the feelings that her piston like fingers were generating in her hot, damp pussy. Her head arched back and then the rest of her followed as she pumped her dripping pussy faster and faster with her right hand. Her left hand had traced a course down her sweating body and joined its hard working partner and was frantically rubbing around her hot to trot itching sex. A tremendous shudder shook the sweating woman's frame and the camera zoomed in for a closeup of her contorted facial features. A loud moan followed quickly with another moan along with one more massive thrusting of her hips announced the arrival of her self-induced orgasm. her breathing began to slow as her right arm slowed it's frantic movements. Her left hand reached up and brushed the sweaty tendrils of hair out of her jade green eyes. She stretched sinuously, like a cat, and looked directly into the camera. She said, "I was thinking of you, Master, as I filled my panties with my cum." I smiled at this impertinence because if she had realized how much trouble that statement was going to cost her, I am sure she would not have uttered that phrase. The rest of the tape provided more of the same entertainment. The only difference between one scene and the next was the choice of music or the difference in clothing. The one constant was the woman's thunderous orgasms....I believe that I am going to truly enjoy training this woman. I rewound the tape to the my slaves announcement that she was thinking of me while orgasming and stopped the tape. This would come in handy at some point in time, of that I was sure. I looked out into the living room. The clothes were picked up and there was a nice, lemony scent in the air. My slave had appeared to be taking this cleaning assignment seriously. I purposefully left the kitchen and bathroom a terrible mess. She would have to work hard to clean both of those rooms. Eventually, the slave entered the room and kneeled, sort of, and said, "the rooms are ready for your inspection, Master." I leaned forward and adjusted her position so that her chin was touching the carpet and her bottom was lifted proudly above the level of her head. "When you kneel before me, you will not look me in the eyes unless I grant you permission to do so. You are not worthy of that and if you do so again, I will whip your bottom with my Cat O' Nine tails until you scream for forgiveness, and then I will whip you some more. Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," came from the kneeling figure. "Now, I asked, "did you clean the rooms according to my instructions, and before you answer, little slave, think very carefully because if you claim that you did and I decide otherwise, you will feel the wrath of that oversized oak paddle." She thought very carefully and said, "If you are pleased, then I did my duties successfully. If you are not pleased, then I deserve your punishment." Again, she had that slightly hidden smirk which indicated that she believed she had successfully passed some hidden test. "So", I sighed, "Did you perform the jobs as I had requested?" Her brows furrowed, maybe from vexation, maybe from careful consideration, "Yes, Master, I did my best to please you." Again, that gleam of self satisfaction of successfully circumventing a hidden trap. "all right, my slave, let's go inspect your work." I started toward the main living room. My slave started to rise as I began to walk...I quickly said, "You were not told to walk. You will follow me like the dog that you are on all fours as we tour the rooms." With that, I continued toward the kitchen. The kitchen shone with luster and smelled with lemon scented freshness. The oven was sparkling, the dishes placed and stacked properly. The filth encrusted pots and pans that I had left for her were shining in their stainless steel glory. The floor was freshly waxed and even the pantry had been reorganized. I patted my slave gently on the head and said, "So far so good, my little pet, onward to the bathroom." The bathroom was a mirror of the kitchen. Every faucet glistened in the bright bathroom light. The toilet was clean enough to drink from, which my slave may very well do someday, and the shower was immaculate. The medicine cabinet had been straightened and the full length mirror on the door was freshly cleaned. "Slave, congratulations. You will see a slave who has done well...on a trivial and simple task. Enjoy the sight, my slave, this may be the last time you see such a sight." As we left the bathroom, me walking and my slave crawling, I told her that I would get her reward, the one piece of clothing. I went into the special slave closet that I keep. I reached in and got out my favorite blindfold, this blindfold covers the eyes very thoroughly using a wraparound action which reminds me of a python, a python that totally enfold it victim. "Here you go, my proud slave, look up to receive your first article of clothing." When her head raised, I quickly smoothed the blindfold over her surprised eyes. I wonder if she has started to realize that things aren't always as they appear? "Master," she said, "you said that if I cleaned to your satisfaction that I would be granted an article of clothing to wear." "Slave," I whispered, "you are wearing an article of clothing, if you keep talking and questioning my choices, you will soon be wearing another article, one that is infinitely more painful, is that what you wish?" "No, Master, I will gladly wear only what you desire for me to wear.", my rebellious slave added...with a glint of sarcasm in her voice. "Great, my willing slave, then stand up and be prepared." I know that she was thinking of the instruments that I had left in view for her, but I don't believe that she was prepared for this. I reached into the drawer that I keep my little surprises and took out a large assortment of wooden clothespins. Nothing fancy, just the clothespins you find at Wal-Mart, KMart, or any other regular discount store. I make an effort to find ones that will not slip and pinch...but my slave didn't need to know that. I grasped my slave's left nipple and pinched and kneaded it until the little bud rose up, shiny and pink. I then opened the clothespin and snapped it shut on the nipple. The deep whoosh of breath followed by a low moan told me that I now had my slave's attention. I noticed that the right nipple was already standing at attention and not wanting to be selfish, I quickly placed another clothespin on the right nipple. My slave's knees shook and her gasps and moans announced that she was feeling the pain. Quickly, I checked her bushy, black pussy and discovered that though she may be feeling the pain, she also was feeling something else as a slight bit of moisture began to gather on her coral colored inner lips. To help my slave get through the pain, I began to lightly rub her pussy, teasing the slightly flushed lips and playfully running a finger up an down the now wet lips, just barely pushing a finger inside her thrusting sex. The moans of pain now sounded like moans of pleasure. Her hips thrust forward as she tried to get more contact on her now awakened clit. Now I know what my slave needed...even if she didn't . I quickly fastened one of the clothespins on the ruby red labia! She about went through the roof. A loud moan announced that the sensations she felt were more than she had expected. There were still sounds of pleasure mixed in with the sounds of pain...but I continued to rub and tickle her clit to help her work through the pain. "Slave, this is an indication, a small indication, of what happens when you question my choices. You will write this down in your notebook so you will always remember that punishment is quick and scaled to the degree of the wrongdoing. If you had really transgressed the rules, which I strongly advise you not to attempt, you may have to recover for awhile before you could write your punishment in your notebook. This is mild, because the real punishment is the fact that you will not be allowed to orgasm or be allowed to bring me to orgasm. I am going to watch you work your way through the pain of the clothespins. Just when you seem to have the pain managed, I am going to add some more pain. Do you understand?" "Uh--uh--Yesss Master", my slave managed to gasp. I was surprised that she hadn't tried to remove the pins since I had left her hands free. I had done this on purpose, as a test to see what kind of discipline she had and how much she was willing to submit. I only planned on leaving the pins on for a short while. I didn't know the tolerance of this slave and did not want to damage any nerves or tissue...but again, she didn't need to know that. Time for another test. "Slave, I am going to go make a phone call, do not move, do not sit down, do not do anything, and by no means, do not touch yourself." With that, I went up the stairs, I could stand up there and observe her without her knowing that I was watching...even if she was somehow able to sense my presence with the blindfold in place. She stood motionless...at least as much as she was able to stand still. Her knees quivered, her hands repeatedly closed and opened, periodically, she would grasp her wrists. However, she made no move to touch herself or relieve the pressure on her nipples or labia. I also noticed that she was not moaning and seemed to have worked her way past the pain of the clothespins. In that case, time for something else. I watched for about 5 more minutes and then moved down the stairs. "Slave, did you obey me?", I asked. "Ungh..uhngh..Yes Master, I...I...I didn't touch muh...myself.", she gasped. "Very good, little one, then I will remove the clothespins." "Uh...Uh.. Thank you, Master." said the unknowing slave. I grasped the pin attached to her labia and slowly released the pressure. I watched her closely, waiting for the reaction of sensation rushing back to her labia. Her nostrils flared, her neck tightened as she arched backward. She began a fresh, louder moan and the tendons in her calves tightened. "OH MY GAWDDD!!!" exploded out of her as she was swept along with feelings of pain and pleasure as the sensations rushed back into her pussy. I immediately dropped to my knees and began to tongue her drooling, soaked sex, nibbling on the elongated and hardened clit. I could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly. I stopped nibbling and teasing and reached up and pulled on the clothespins attached to her nipples. I said, "Slave, remember, no orgasm for you!" I thought that I may have been too late, that she was going to orgasm anyway, brought on by the feelings of my lips and tongue as fresh sensations bombarded her sex. It appears that I did stop just in the nick of time. She was shaking with her need to orgasm, her mouth was open and panting for breath, and she had a sheen of sweat......but she had no orgasm. "MASTER!!!!, uhng..Uhh...I need to come....PUHLEEEZE!!!". I quickly released both clothespins on her pinched nipples. This time the sensation rushed to her engorged nipples. "OHHHH SHHHITTTT!!!!!", she screamed as the pain came roaring back into her nipples. I again began to nibble, lick and tease her hardened clit...slowly swirling my tongue around and around her wet pussy. Her hips churned and pleasure took over the pace of pain. The feelings overtook my slave and she slumped against the wall, trying hard to orgasm. She gripped her hands so tight that the white showed around her knuckles. I quickly stopped my oral loving and squeezed her nipples. Her moans of pleasure turned to moans of pain and frustration as orgasm was again denied to her. "Slave?" I asked, "are you thinking of your duties or of your need to cum?" Hey, I never claimed to be fair. "Muh...Master, I...I....I am yours to do as I..you....puhleeze...I..uh...uhmm...want to only please you....so..I am..uhmm..satisfied..now...." moaned my pretty slave. "So YOU say, pretty slave. Kneel down and I will you the opportunity to please yourself by pleasing me." She quickly kneeled down, this time chin on the ground and her beautiful sculptured ass high in the air. I reached into my handy toy drawer and got some new toys. I pulled out the anal lube and a short, but stubby butt plug with straps conveniently attached to the handle. I spread lube all over the plug and also lubed my hands extensively. I began to rub the lube along my slaves bottom, paying particular attention to the closed, tight, nether opening. I listened for the moans which told me that the slave knew what was going to happen next. I slowly inserted my greased up finger inside her clenched sphincter. "Relax", I said, "you are only making this more painful than it needs to be." Her muscles relaxed and my finger slid slowly into her bowels. I wormed it around..man, she must have really protected that opening because it was so tight. Good thing I use plenty of lube and am using the short butt plug. My long butt plug would not have worked here at all...at least, not right away. She must have started feeling some pleasure because her butt bucked back against my hand. I slid my finger slowly out and began to push my fat thumb into the relaxed opening. I said that I had a stubby butt plug and wanted to widen her opening so that she wouldn't tear any tissue around her sphincter. No problem with that as her muscles gripped my thumb and her moans were of pleasure, not pain. I figured she was as ready as she was going to be and reached again for the butt plug. I removed my thumb from her ass and lubed up the plug. I gripped her by the waist and slowly, slowly inserted the stubby plug into her ass. "OHHHHHMYYYYYGAWDDDDD!!", gasped my slave. "Just relax, impudent slave,because if you don't, you are going to make this much more difficult and painful. Rather than pleasure coursing through you, you will have pain. Which would you prefer, sexy slut?" "Pleasure, Pleasure, Pleasure, Master, if that is your choice", babbled the butt fucked slave. I wiggled the plug around and moved it back and forth, mainly to sure it was good and seated in her clenching, spasming, butt. I then tied the straps around her thighs to hold the plug in place. "Slave, tell me what you are thinking", I demanded. "Oh--Oh, Master, I am wishing that YOU were inside me, if that is your pleasure." She gasped. "I told you, foolish slave, that you would not be allowed to orgasm nor would I give you the pleasure of feeling me come inside of you. However, that doesn't mean that I will not have my pleasure. Be prepared to feel my come." With that, I began to stroke my hardened cock. I watched my slave need as I alternated between stroking myself and fingering my slave's wet pussy. I pulled the blindfold off of the trembling slave so she could see what she could not have. Not holding back, I was going to shoot my sperm and she was going to watch. As my need grew more urgent, I said, "Slave, remember that you are not worthy of my pleasure. Until you learn to behave submit, and appreciate that which is done for and to you, you will not feel an orgasm of your own or my climax inside of you. You have much to learn and until you do so, you will be very frustrated. I have no plans to suffer like you will suffer. I will masturbate, and make you watch. I may bring another of my slaves here to take care of my pleasure, always while you are watching. If I am too frustrated, I may take that frustation out on you by whipping or paddling you. But know this, you must prove yourself worthy before I give you the pleasure of feeling me inside you. Do you understand?" Her voluptuous ass quivered with sobs. "Muh--Muh--Master, I promise you that I will do better.." she sobbed. "Fine, I said, but until you do, this is what you can expect." With that, I arched a long line of sperm onto her back. The next glob struck her on her perfect ass. I shook my dripping cock on her quivering buns and used her hair to clean my sticky wet cock and hands. "Slave", I said gently, "thank me for my patience and then go clean yourself up. Your duties for today are completed and you can go take a shower and get some sleep. You will sleep at the foot of my bed." "Thank you, Master for showing my the error of impertinence and I will do better in the future." With that, she wearily trudged toward the bathroom. So far so good, I thought as I went into the den to contemplate the days events. Much progress was made this day and the results were better than I expected. I had not expected such acceptance so quickly. Perhaps there was more to this mystery slave that I had anticipated. then again, many a slave has performed remarkably the first day only to falter in the succeeding days. The week fairly flew by in the training of my new slave. She was amazingly receptive to my methods and continued to impress me with her submission and her ability to accept my dominance. Unlike other slaves I had trained, there was no period of rebellion. My slave never once hesitated in submitting to my wishes. In fact, I merely had to begin to request something and my slave would begin to carry out the task. It wasn't long before my slave moved from her uptown apartment and moved permanently into my house. After moving in with me, she resigned her position as a banking officer for a large, national bank. I find myself in a very curious position. A position that I haven't found myself in before. I desire something that I have never desired before. "Slave!!!" I called, "come into the den immediately, there is something I require of you." "Yes, Master", came drifting from the upstairs. I heard running steps and my slave came rushing into the den. She dropped immediately, her forehead to the ground and her curvaceous rump high in the air. "How can I serve?" asked my slave. I replied,"Slave, I give you permission to rise." My slave rose up, her beautiful jade green eyes downcast, the long black hair sweeping down her back. The luminous glow which always seems to follow my beautiful slave was readily apparent. She was strikingly attractive and with the acceptance of her submission, even more luminous than before. "Now slave, I have much to say and I forbid you to interrupt. I know that you will not, but this is very serious and your training may slip...that would truly be very unfortunate for you if you did slip. "Master," she spoke, you are scaring me with this somber tone and serious nature." "Slave, I said sternly, "I told you not to interrupt and here you have already started. Do not make that mistake again." My slaves slave's eyes began to tear and small sobs shook her slender frame. "The time has come for you to move on with your life, my slave. You have truly reached your submissive self and should be extremely proud of yourself. You have been the best slave I have ever trained and want you to know that you have indeed given my much pleasure. However, the time has come for you to move on." "MASTER!!!!!", Don't make me go...please don't make me leave you, Master. I only wish to serve you and will continue to serve you my entire life. Even if you make me leave, you will always be my Master." My slave was now openly weeping. Large teardrops dripped down her chin as sob after heartfelt sob shook her body. "As I said, slave, the time has come for you to move on from being my slave. However, there is one more step for you to take, my slave. Are you prepared to take that step?" "Yes, Master", she gallantly replied as tears streamed down her face and sobs shook her body. "Anything you say I will do, you know that." "So be it," I said. "I now officially release you from being my slave." "Now," I quickly added, "you are under no contract, obligation, or pressure from me. I have something to ask of you. Slave, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife....and permanent slave?"