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The Enslaving of Anna
©2004 by C. A. Smith
Chapter 1
There are whole books telling you how to deal with slaves. The hell withthem! I can train my own damn slave. I knew from the moment I met Anna thatI had to have her. Not just have her; own her. She wasripe for it, too. A wild little thing silently crying out for control. Wellnow, by God, she's going to understand the meaning of "control." And not byforce. She wants it. Needs it. Agreed to it in writing and with a blood oath.She's mine now, my property. She loves me. She fears me. She has acknowledgedthat the only purpose of her existence now is to serve me.
The key to that service is instant and automatic obedience. This does notcome easily and naturally to any human being, but to some it is the only pathto a satisfying life. With Anna, the contradictory elements of her character — thatunstable mix of shyness and exhibitionism, abject needfulness and chaotic rebellion — combinedto make perfect psychological clay for the molding of an ideal slave. In herold vanilla life when life's arbitrary rules ground her spirit down, she reactedby unleashing a hidden wild side that often got her into trouble. Shocked byher own behavior, she would then withdraw again into the hang-tail, guilt-riddenshell of her Catholic upbringing. She was a confused and unhappy child whogrew into a confused and aimless young woman — promiscuous and daringduring the anonymous excesses of spring breaks in Florida, cloistered and unsureof herself when back on her college campus. The wild Anna rode on a strangeyoung man's shoulders, snugging her crotch to the nape of his neck, baringher breasts for the chanting crowds with their video cameras in return forfree beer, giving her body over to multiple strangers when the beers overtookher Catholic inhibitions. Back in the dorm the shy hang-tail girl found itimpossible to express her true emotional and sexual needs to the multitudeof suitors who dated her for her beauty, screwed her for their gratificationand then passed on to more promising (i.e. less neurotic) pastures. The foolsfailed to recognize the wonder that lay just below the surface of the quixoticyoung Anna.
But I recognized it at once. I'm a lot older thanthe college boys who fumbled their opportunity to harvest this sweet treasure.I'm also a practicing psychiatrist and know a thing or two about how to coaxdark secrets from unhappy humans.
Anna was twenty-one, had just finished her second year at nearby St. AndrewsCollege and was dreading the third. I had concluded a stint as guest lecturerthere and met her in a pub that was popular with both students and faculty.Five minutes into our conversation I realized I was inordinately attractedto her. It was also clear that she was an extraordinary butterfly trapped insociety's web of numbing conformity. She obviously enjoyed talking to me, too.Four drinks later her defensive shyness crumbled and she let herself followme to a quiet corner booth. It was there I extracted her secret and knew justhow I was going to win her.
Like everyone, she wanted to be loved. Ached to be loved. But the boys whoverbally salivated over her lush body and exquisite face, who poured out theirdevotion with tender endearments, plied her with extravagant gifts and wooedher with ringing testaments of their adoration, bored her silly. She let themfuck her just to get rid of them. What really turned her on, she confided throughthe haze of her growing intoxication, was to be treated badly. She liked tobe roughed up, slapped around, taken harshly. Her fantasies involved a strangeman kidnaping her, tying her up and spanking her mercilessly when she triedto escape. She could make herself wet by imagining a scene where her abductordrags her into a motel room, beats her into submission, rapes her, then leavesher naked, trussed up and helpless, to be found the next morning by a shockedchambermaid. Next she suffers the added humiliation of being ogled by the hotelmanager and police as they struggle to undo her tight restraints, their fingersskimming across her belly and nipples, their eyes sliding to the sexual juicesseeping from her abused vagina, glistening on her inner thighs. But, of course,she was horrified by these fantasies, thinking they indicated some kind ofmental flaw.
My profession was her shield. She felt safe confiding in me. I wouldn't belittleher, call her weird. That made it easy for me. I assured her that while herfantasies and sexual preferences were not ordinary and bland, they were definitelynot abnormal, that many others share her feelings and are excited by imagesof violence. A casual glance at movie listings supports that fact. I promisedto bring her some books on the subject. That, of course, was simply a ruseto set up a second meeting. Which led to actual dates. She soon realized Iwas not a vanilla date. I never asked her for a kiss, I just seized the backof her neck and kissed her, squeezing her breasts with the other hand. I nevertold her how lovely she was, but I let her see it in my eyes and in the increasingintimacy between us.
On the fourth date I drove her to my home, mixed three round of tequilas,then ordered her to stand up and remove her clothes. She blinked and hesitated,speechless. I repeated the order more sternly. An odd look crossed her face,but she stood up and did as she was told, slowly peeling off her dress andstepping out of her shoes. Dressed only in a bra and thong she hesitated again,her hands in midair.
"Go on. Those, too. Now!" I left no room for doubt in my tone.
Anna trembled visibly, warming to a fantasy becoming real, and reached behindher back. The bra came loose and she shrugged it off. Looking me steadily inthe eyes, she slipped her thumbs under the sides of the thong and pushed itdown, letting it drop to her feet. She stepped out of the ribbony tangle andnudged it aside with her left foot. She was magnificent, her young breastsfirm and upright, her figure trim, her skin a healthy pink and virtually unblemished,her pubic bush neatly trimmed to a racing stripe. I sat and enjoyed the sightof her without saying a word. The silence made her nervous, as silence alwaysdoes in our culture. But when she started to speak, I raised my hand.
"No. Don't say a word. Stand there quietly. Be proud of your nakedness. Letme take you in."
I let nearly two minutes crawl by, then told her to turn slowly, a full 360degrees. She took a deep shuddering breath and did an awkward, self-consciousturn. When she had completed it, I shook my head.
"No. Slower. More gracefully. Glory in your beauty. Show it off."
Her eyebrows flicked up, surprised at my criticism. But she smoothed outher expression, smiled slightly — getting into it now — and begana much more elegant turn. I rewarded her success with a nod. I let her standa few more minutes before rising from the chair where I'd been sitting. I walkedslowly around her, trailing the length of her long, dark, honey hair throughmy fingers. When I was at her side, three quarters of the way around, I kissedthe top of her shoulder, then gently bit her neck, then kissed her deeply onthe mouth, drawing her tongue between my teeth. In a sudden move I swept herup into my arms and carried her upstairs into my bedroom and stood her besidemy king sized bed.
"Now remove my clothes," I said.
She smiled a little coyly and began unbuttoning my shirt. When I made noeffort to help her, she unbuckled my belt, ran the zipper down and let my pantsfall to a heap. She glanced up at my eyes seeking approbation, but I kept myface blank. She sighed and went about the more clumsy process of removing myshirt, the maneuver requiring her to lean in and let her nipples brush againstmy chest. My cock, already at half mast, instantly came to full attention againsther thigh. She smiled more broadly, flipped my liberated shirt over to a chairand began sliding my shorts downward over my engorged member. I made no moveto help so she was forced to squat down where she could untie my shoes to completethe process.
"Get on your knees to do that," I told her.
She glanced up, clearly nonplused that I was continuing to order her around,and undoubtedly amazed that she was letting me. And enjoying herself.
She had been sitting on her heels, balancing on her toes. Now she rockedfirst left, then right, as she switched to a kneeling position. This was bothmore comfortable for her and, more important for my purposes, a more usefulposture. Kneeling can be sustained for long periods. It's a position whichcan be practical, worshipful or obsequious. Or all three. Anna had only begunto learn the joys of obedience. She was about to have her first taste of completesubmission and humility.
Both shoes were untied, my pants and undershorts pooled around my ankles.Still I did not move. Anna looked up at me and frowned. "Well, are you goingto help me here?" she grumped.
I adopted an ominous glare. "What did you say to me?"
She snorted with exasperation. "I said are you going to . . ."
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted it, drawing a yelp of pain. "Ibelieve you meant to phrase that more respectfully, little one. Try it again." Iheld on tight and gave no indication of relenting.
Grimacing from the pain and looking a bit frightened at the unexpected brutality,Anna gasped and said in a small voice, "Would you please lift your foot soI can take these off?"
I smiled at her but did not let go. "Certainly." Using my grip on her hairfor balance, I raised each foot just high enough to let her slip the shoe,sock and clothing off and out of the way. She dropped her eyes to her workbut couldn't lower her head. When she was finished, I let her stare up at mefor a long minute. I smiled and nodded to let her know she was on the righttrack, relaxing my grip on her hair and caressing her cheek and neck with myfree hand.
"Now take my cock and balls into your hands."
She did as she was told, holding them as though she were offering a sacredoblation.
"Open your mouth."
She licked her lips and parted them, never taking her eyes off mine.
"You know what to do next. Do it lovingly, using your tongue and your lips,lathering my cock and balls all over, sucking them."
I could see and hear her breathing quicken. This exercise was turning heron in spite of her fright, or perhaps because of it. My own excitement wassuch that I was already close to orgasm. Tightening my grip on her hair, Ipulled her off me, picked her up and dropped her on the bed on her back. Startled,she started to pull her legs up, so I grabbed her knees, forced them apart,climbed between them and rammed myself into her. She cried out and squirmed,but I paid no attention, pumping rapidly until I exploded inside her. WhenI came fully to my senses I realized Anna's eyes were closed, her teeth baredand her own body bucking in sexual frenzy. I let her ride it out, waiting untilthe seizures slowed and stopped before withdrawing from her and rolling tothe side of the bed. I cupped a hand over her sex, slipping a finger into theorifice that was now dripping our combined liquors. She opened her eyes andsmiled at me. I twisted my finger around inside her for a few seconds, makingher moan, then drew it out and touched it to her lips. A look of incredulityswept across her face — she had obviously never thought of such a thingbefore. Then her expression softened and she touched her tongue to the finger,tasting the fruits of our lovemaking.
For that's what it was. Love. I knew I had to have this girl and I knew ifshe was not yet in love with me, she soon would be. I offered the one vitalingredient that was missing in her life, the ingredient essential for her happiness.And I was about to drive the point home.
"Get up, Anna," I said quietly.
She looked offended, apparently thinking that having quenched my sexual need,I was about to dismiss her.
"Get up," I repeated gently. "There's something we have to do. Come standover here." I patted the outside edge of the bed to the right of where I wassitting.
That seemed to reassure her. She rolled off the opposite side of the bedand came around to stand beside me, her eyes bright and inquisitive. "Yeah?" shechirped.
"I like you, Anna," I said, watching her face glow. "You're a very specialgirl. And I'm a very special man. You're different from ordinary women andI'm different from ordinary men. The wonderful thing is, we're both differentin the same way. We fit. We're a matched set, you and I. We're going to staytogether, Anna, because no one else will make either of us as happy as we canmake each other. Even though we've only been together half a dozen times, eventhough we've only been intimate this once, even so I know deep in my soul thatwe are a perfect fit, you and I, in spirit, mind and body. You feel that too,don't you, Anna?"
This was obviously moving a bit fast for the girl, yet I knew from our previousconversations, from our mutual body chemistry and from her own body languagethat she was falling in love with me. It was just a matter of getting her toadmit it to herself and say it out loud.
She closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath. "Yes. It's true," she whispered.I felt it the first time I met you at that pub. But tonight you scared me alittle. I'm not sure I know you all that well."
"I intended to scare you a little, because that's what you want. That's yourfantasy, isn't it. Having someone take control of you forcefully. That's whatturns you on."
She chewed her lip, unable yet to admit the obvious, but knowing it was true.
"You were a little embarrassed tonight when I ordered you to strip," I wenton, "and humiliated when I made you stand naked while I examined you. Therewas pain when I pulled your hair. But it all translated eventually into eroticpleasure, didn't it? It's what you've been craving all these years; rough sex,the feeling of being raped. And I delivered it, didn't I?"
"I guess you did."
"You guess?"
"Yeah, all right, you did. It was great."
I stood up and gathered her against me. "I'll tell you straight out, Anna.I love you and I want you. Not just for sex. I want you to be completely andutterly mine. You're not used to looking at life realistically, Anna, seeingyourself as you really are. You've been trying to cram yourself into a standardbox when you're way too exceptional to fit. So take your time if you want.Mull it over till you're ready to make a decision. You have two distinct choices.There's the flavorless, frustrating life you've led so far with occasionalrelief when you decide to be naughty and flash a little titty, which is quicklyoffset by guilt and shame. And then there's a whole new world where there isno guilt about the kinky and the erotic because those are the norms; and youneed fear no shame for doing what you love, because that's what's expectedof you; where you can be loved and respected and nurtured for what you reallyare. That's the world I offer to you, Anna. And when you're ready to join methere, tell me so. Will you do that?"
I felt her head nod beside mine. I held her and spread kisses over her facefor another minute or so, then took her shoulders and held her at arms length. "I'mgoing to make love to you again, Anna, and stay inside you for a very longtime. But first I'm afraid I need to discipline you for that disrespectfulremark you made, that little burst of exasperation when you should have askedme politely to move my foot. You remember that, don't you, Anna." It wasn'ta question. She nodded, looking puzzled. "Whenever you are disrespectful tome, from now on, I will correct you. The fantasies you've revealed to me expressvery clearly a strong inner desire to be punished. In your heart you want tobe disciplined. And I insist on it. Do you understand?" She nodded again, lookingdownward at her feet, smiling faintly, not sure what kind of discipline andpunishment I had in mind. But clearly titillated by the prospect.
Before she could ask, I sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her overmy knees and gave her three quick spanks on her perfect bottom. She cried outand struggled to get away, but I held her fast. "I'm only going to deliverseven more spanks, but if you continue to resist I will double it."
"No wait! Please! That hurts!" she squealed.
"You may, of course, refuse the discipline, Anna. In which case I will sendyou away and that will be the end of it. The end of us. But if you want a chanceto be happy, to find the life you were meant to lead, if you want to pleaseme and be loved by me, and turn your fantasies into exciting realities, youwill say, 'Please Master, punish me. I deserve to be punished'."
She wiggled on my lap a few times while I held her firmly on my legs, thenbecame still.
"Say it," I told her sharply. "'Please, Master, I want you to punish me.'"
I felt her body tense. Finally, her voice quavering, she whispered, "Please,Master, I want you to punish me."
"Excellent." I immediately resumed the spanking, but this time the blowswere harder with four or five seconds between them to give her a chance bothto recover from each burst of pain and appreciate the full intensity of it.By the seventh blow both cheeks were bright red and she was close to weeping,but she had not tried again to escape my lap. I picked her up, gently placedher face down on the bed and carefully licked those wonderfully crimson moundsuntil she was fully relaxed again and cooing. By now I was hard again, so Iput a hand under her belly and drew her up to where I could guide myself intoher easily from behind.
"I'm proud of you, little one," I murmured as her body began to move, synchronizingwith my thrusts.
A long time later, after she had come five more times to my once, and aswe were letting the cool air dry our soaked bodies, she whispered, "I've madeup my mind. I do love you. I want to be yours."
"You understand, little one, there'll be more spankings when you're bad," Iwhispered back.
"I'm looking forward to it."
"And there will be harsher discipline as well."
"Will you hurt me?"
"Punishments always hurt. That's the point. But I will never, ever harm you.I absolutely promise you that. If you are to be mine, you must trust me onthat point. I will not allow you to suffer any serious injury. I will be yourMaster, Anna, your protector and lover as well as your disciplinarian. Do youtrust me not to cause you harm, Anna?"
"Yes. I trust you. But will they hurt a lot? The other punishments, I mean?Worse than the spanking?"
"Some will hurt more, some less. It's for your pleasure as well as your correction,little one. Remember your dreams? You like it rough. The possibility of painexcites you. Isn't that true? The fear, the anticipation of pain makes yourfemale places tingle."
"Yes," she breathed.
"And after it's over, the sex is amazing."
"Yes."
"But there's more than that. Much more. If you truly become mine, littleone, your life will be totally changed. Where before you were adrift, unsureof your direction in life, you will become completely focused. You will haveone laser-clear purpose, one uncomplicated function, one simple reason forexistence."
"Which is?"
"To serve your Master. To make him love you more every day, if that's possible."
"Sounds like the perfect plan to me, Master," she giggled, snuggling closer.
Sweet Anna. She thought that because a dozen or so boys had tasted her fruit,she was sexually experienced, worldly wise. But in terms of the world I wasleading her into, she was a virgin.
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