A Good Girl Becomes a Slave Pt. 01

My sister Alice has asked me to write my story. Daddy and she have posted their stories on this site and Alice feels that there are people that would be interested in it. Since I am a slave, Daddy contacted my Owner and got permission.

Growing up I was shy, quiet and submissive. I liked being in the background, serving, taking care of others. I hated those times when I was forced into some sort of leadership position.

In college, my roommates introduced me to porn web sites. This was the first time I ever saw real people engaging in all sorts of sexual acts. I didn't find it offensive; I loved it!

I found myself drawn to a genre that I hid from my roommates: videos of women being bound and used for sex. I really got hot watching porn where the woman was tied up so tight she couldn't move. I learned terms like "hogtie", "ball gag", "tied tits", "ass-fucked", etc. And when I saw my first video of a bound woman being face-fucked, I only had to touch my clit and I had a hard orgasm.

But this was my secret for years. I pretended to like the same kind of vanilla porn as my roommates but I always noticed when one of them got down on her knees to give her boyfriend a blowjob. I think I got as turned on as the guy. But in my mind, I didn't want to suck a Man's cock as much as I wanted Him to fuck my face. I didn't want sex with a Man; I wanted to be used by a Man.

I dated some and was popular because I always did what they wanted. But I didn't want to be asked; I wanted to be ordered. I didn't want to strip for them; I wanted to be forcibly stripped and forced to my knees. But none of them caught on so I was frustrated. Then I met Daddy.

I was in college at the time, working on my Master's degree in Biology. Even though I had a full load of coursework, I always seemed to find time to look for BDSM porn. On one of the sites, I was especially active and had a profile, etc. I had several BDSM videos in my favorites list so it was pretty clear what I liked. Daddy took notice and started an conversation about becoming one of His Good Girls.

The process of me becoming a Good Girl was the same for me as it was for Alice and the other Girls. My sample reward was having to perform acts on myself naked in front of Daddy and a few of His friends. I had to assume some embarrassing positions, masturbate, fuck myself with a dildo and then suck it, etc. I was humiliated, embarrassed, and incredibly turned on. The Men joked about what a slut I was because I got so wet and came so fast.

My test was as challenging and horrific as it was for the other girls. I was suspended by my wrists in a Y configuration and then whipped for 30 minutes. I cried and screamed the whole time. I am definitely not a pain slut. But I passed the test and became a Good Girl.

At first, life as Daddy's Good Girl was a dream come true. Daddy knew exactly what I needed. I had lots of rules and lots of orders and lots of confinement. Daddy would even allow me to be present when He scened with another girl. He would either cage me or bind me in some tight configuration in the corner of the room. Sometimes I was hooded or gagged, but even if not, I was not permitted to speak. I was an object in the corner and that was where I wanted to be.

I was the "Goodest" of the Good Girls. I never broke a rule or disobeyed. Daddy only whipped me because He enjoyed torturing me, not because I was being punished. I didn't like the pain but I liked doing something that pleased Daddy.

But it wasn't enough and Daddy soon recognized that I needed something more extreme than being a submissive Good Girl. So Daddy put me through a series of experiences and tests. He would order me to do something or subject me to something and then would assess how turned on I was. Sometimes the tests were verbal:

"Which would you rather do? Fuck a guy cowgirl or be facefucked?"

"Facefucked."

"Be made to kneel for an hour or have a vibrator used on you for an hour?"

"Kneel"

"Have a Man sit on your face and be made to lick his anus or be whipped?"

"Lick"

"Be left alone in a cage for an hour or go shopping?"

"Cage"

"Be made to act as a footstool or be in a gangbang?"

"Footstool"

"Be milked like a cow or milk a man who is tied up until He cums?"

"Cow"

"What is your purpose in life?"

"To serve Men."

"In what ways?"

"All ways."

"What are your limits?"

"I don't deserve to have limits."

"How do you view yourself? Human being or property?"

"Property."

"Woman or object?"

"Object."

"Are you entitled to any rights or privileges?"

"No Daddy."

This kind of quizzing continued as the weeks passed. One evening, Daddy had some friends over and had me be the only servant girl in attendance. I was required to meet all their wants and needs. There were handcuffs above my elbows with a length of chain that restricted my arm movement. I was naked and had a ring gag placed into my mouth.

I was required to remove the shoes and socks from all the Men and then lick their feet. Then I was ordered to stand in front of each Man and allow Him to inspect my body with His hands. This included an invasion of my cunt and anus with their fingers. After each inspection, the Men cleaned their fingers on my face and in my mouth.

I served food and drinks on a tray. I stood to move to the next Man and then knelt to serve. One of the Men enjoyed pinching my nipples to try to get me to spill the tray. I cried from the pain but I didn't spill the tray.

When any of the Men had to piss, they would lead me outside in a secluded area of Daddy's back yard and would piss in my mouth. What I didn't manage to swallow (impossible with a ring gag) soaked me, including my hair.

When the food was done being served, Daddy turned on a football game for the Men to watch. During that time I was passed around, servicing their cocks or rectums with whatever hole they wanted.

I ate a lot of cum that night and sucked a lot of toes. When the Men had left, Daddy sat me down without releasing me or cleaning me up. He gently put his finger between my labia and slowly stroked me.

"Don't cum. you are soaking wet so I know you want to but I want you to suffer."

I mumbled "Yes Daddy" through the ring gag as best as I could. I also couldn't help but moan as He continued to slowly stroke my clit and push His finger into my cunt.

The next day, Daddy and I talked about the experience and how I felt about it. I was begging Daddy to let me cum but He said we would talk first. I told Daddy that I felt strangely calm and contented during the evening, along with being so excited I could barely stand it. Daddy nodded. Then He did what He does sometimes when He wants me to "perform" like a trained animal.

"I want you to close your eyes and think about last night, especially the parts when you were being used like an object. You may play with your boobs but you aren't allowed to touch your pussy. When I finally touch your pussy, you may cum. If you don't cum by the time I remove my finger, you will have to wait until tomorrow when we will try again."

There was no danger of that. When Daddy finally touched my clit, I exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, howling like a she-wolf. After it was over, Daddy cuddled me and said "I think you were born to be the complete and total slave to a Man."

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After that, my slave training began and the search for a suitable Master was started. The ad for my sale read: Healthy human female for sale. 26 years old, 5"8" tall, 160 lbs, fair skin, auburn hair, C-cup udders, pierced nipples and septum. All holes fully trained and accessible. Video feed available for inspection. To make offer, contact......

Daddy had some of the Sisters and slave boys help with my training. Gradually my rights, free will and property were taken away from me and I was confined to my home. Cameras were installed in every room and Daddy would allow prospective Masters to observe Me 24/7. I slept in a dog cage. Orgasms and touching myself were forbidden. All of my body jewelry was removed except for my septum ring and nipple rings. I was not permitted to speak unless it was an emergency or I was answering a command or question.

My driver's license was taken away and Daddy sold my car. My clothes and jewelry were given away except for two winter outfits, two summer outfits, and 4 pair of underwear. Daddy took over control of my finances and took care of selling my belongings. He created a trust for my money in case I should end up a free person in the future. The money from my purchase would go there too.

I took a leave of absence from my job (my new Owner would decide if I would work or not). My social media accounts and streaming services were canceled. My access to the web was restricted and the only porn I was allowed to watch was of slaves serving their Masters (and I was required to watch that for 2 hours each day). After a time, my computer was taken away and I was only allowed to read books for entertainment.

Each morning I would get up, shower, brush my teeth and wait for someone to come and give me Daddy's orders for the day. I was not permitted to do anything until orders were given. I also had daily activities to practice. Daddy bought one of those dildos that you can stick on a mirror. I was required to practice cock sucking on that one hour a day.

The "boys" loved coming to deliver my orders because it often involved me performing some intimate action on them. One day a boy came over with orders for me to shave his cock, balls and ass and then use my tongue to make sure there was no stubble. Unfortunately, my instructions did not include him having an orgasm (Daddy is extremely sadistic with the boys) so he left dripping pre-cum.

Another morning, one of my Bi sisters arrived with a glass of Daddy's cum that had been saved for a week. It was poured over my breakfast cereal and then I gave her an orgasm with my mouth and fingers.

Daddy's Domme daughter Donna was sent over once with her strapon to give me a painful fucking and whipping. she then ordered me into my tub where she pissed on me and left me there until another one of my sisters came and let me out.

At the end of each week, I would have private time with Daddy where He would give me the severest slave treatment He knew how. I was a table, footstool, lamp; I was a milk cow, pony, urinal, bidet, fucktoy, whatever Daddy wanted me to be. My holes were fucked until they were sore. I was slapped, punched, whipped, caned, spanked, and made to lick cum and piss off the floor. He pushed skewers through my udders and left them in for hours. He sewed my lips shut, both sets. He caned the soles of my feet so hard, I had to crawl on my hands and knees for two days until I could walk again.

Daddy wanted to make sure I was prepared for anything my new Owner would want to do to me.

Then He would ask me, every week "Is this what you want?" And every week my answer would get more certain and fervent, "Yes Daddy, this is what I want, what I need, who I am."

"Do you trust me to choose your Owner?"

"Yes Daddy. I have no say in the matter. Sell me to whoever you choose."

I completed my training before Daddy found the right Owner for me. He had been interviewing two Men and it was taking some time because He was being very thorough. I was learning to love Daddy even more through this process because I could see He was taking the utmost care with me.

Contracts were drawn up and video recordings were made of me stating that I was choosing this life of complete slavery and was under no coercion to do so. Daddy wanted to make sure that no one thought this was another Nxivm. A marriage would be part of the transaction just because it made things so much easier legally.

I learned that some slaves are auctioned and some are simply dropped off at their new Owners like a package being delivered. But as a little girl, I had always dreamed about my wedding. slaves don't get weddings but I begged Daddy to let me have a wedding-like ceremony and He agreed. He allowed me to make suggestions and I asked a few of my sisters to help. We called it my "ownership transfer ceremony". Even though Daddy did not own me, He took the part of my previous owner. And since He had been ordained through a web-based church, He would actually sign the marriage certificate.

One evening when I was being trained by Daddy, He ordered me to kneel. He said "I've decided on your Owner. We have agreed on a purchase price and I feel that He will be a reasonable but strict Owner for you. My heart jumped. "But, there will be no marriage and no ceremony. He wants you shipped to Him in a box like the piece of merchandise you are." My heart sank. "But, we will have a going-away party for you instead."

The next morning, Alice came to give me my orders. "Get dressed. Your new Master wants you tattooed." Alice drove us to the tattoo parlor. She had flash for the number "29" in two sizes, one for the back of my neck and one for my public mound. The tattooing was painful but nothing compared to what I had endure so far as Daddy's Good Girl.

My party was arranged for within a week. All of Daddy's daughters were invited, some of His friends, and the slave boys. The boys were naked except for cock-cages that Daddy had recently purchased. They had sharp points on the inside so the boys would suffer if they got hard. Donna had fun terrorizing them with her extra-large strap-on that made the boys scream when she fucked them.

My sisters were allowed to wear what they wanted (or nothing at all) as long as all 3 holes were accessible to the Men. Since my holes were off-limits, I was outfitted in a steel chastity belt (complete with two plugs) and a ball gag. Daddy and the Men wore fetishware.

There was good food and lots of sucking and fucking. Daddy had my ball gag removed so I could eat what I wanted. I think he was concerned that it might be my last good meal. The cake was delicious and I felt like the belle of the ball. Or a bride.

Then Daddy motioned to one of the boys and he left the room. he came back with a hand fork lift pulling a large wooden box on it. It looked like a coffin! The box was pushed to the middle of the room and Daddy spoke. "It's time for our sister to go to her new life as property of a deserving Man, her Owner. We wish her well. We will miss you."

Daddy motioned to my sisters and they grabbed my arms and led me up to the box. They removed the ball gag and chastity belt. They put a CamelBak on my back and put the drinking tube in my mouth. Then they put a diaper on me.

The bottom of the box was lined with memory foam. There was a plastic pipe attached to a hole in the side of the box near one end. That would be my air pipe.

I stepped into the memory foam and the girls helped me lay down on my side, in the fetal position. The air pipe was positioned in front of my face but not touching it. Then the girls put a piece of styrofoam under my head and on top of my head. I later figured out that that was to keep the memory foam from suffocating me.

The memory foam conformed to my body and I sank into it. After I was settled into position, the girls lowered another piece of memory foam on top of me. It was pressed down and everything got dark and quiet and I was unable to move. I could feel air on my face from the pipe and I still had the drinking tube in my mouth. I had not been told how long I would be in that box and I felt a taste of panic. Then I heard Daddy's voice through the pipe. "Don't be afraid. I have packed you carefully and you will be able to endure the journey. The next voice you hear will be that of your Owner". Then I heard the nails being hammered into the lid.

To Be Continued