Becky: my new pet

Postby putasockinit2 » Thu Sep 24, 2015 8:36 am

After scrolling through an online site, like I did most days, looking for a female slave that was realistic for me I was suddenly surprised to see a new advert. Featured on this post, only posted a few hours previously, was none other than my ex English teacher Miss Becky Mcgartwright. I had only left college that summer and thanks to being of a more affluent background, I had already been gifted my own house. I was also lucky enough not to need to work, something which allowed me to explore my inner kink and decide on finding myself a bondage slave to have as my own.

From when I had had her in school, she had always been a very attractive young woman. She was roughly 25 from memory, with long golden hair and a toned body. Her breasts were reasonably large and her ass and legs also offered much delight to whenever I passed a glance. After mulling it over in my mind, I decided to message her.

‘Hey, I think I know you in real life and I would like to offer to ‘buy’ you as you are a very attractive young lady. I didn’t know you were into this type of thing! Anyway if you are interested in giving up teaching English, feel free to reply and I can take you on right away. Oh and to keep things a little mysterious between us, I won’t say who I am, but I am deadly serious about wanting you.’

A few hours later I logged back into the site and was excited to find a new message waiting for me from the woman herself.

‘Hello potential master, I must say your message certainly intrigues me. Seeing as last year was the first year I taught English I had two classes, meaning I’ve narrowed you down already to one of ten boys lol! Of course I’d be interested in becoming your slave and you will be pleased to know I can give this job up as soon as you wish. I’d like to accept your offer and must ask when I can start and what arrangements are to be made. Becky x’

I had done it, finally after numerous months I had found someone nearby who had the same kinky interests as myself. The excitement contained deep inside me finally began to grow as I replied with just how I wanted her to present herself to me and where I wanted to find her, ready for collection.

‘Hi, thank you for accepting and I can not await to get started. So without further ado, I’d like you to give up your job asap, drive all the way to Bodminton forest, to the point I’ve attached below. You will leave your belongings in the car and walk into the abandoned children’s park.’ I ended the message with a bunch of directions and strict instructions of what I wanted her to wear and where she was to cuff herself.

Once again a few hours passed and she soon accepted my agreement, the date set for Friday evening, after her last day had passed. Neither me or her it seemed could wait as the excitement built for a new start that night.
Last edited by putasockinit2 on Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:55 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Becky: my new pet

Postby putasockinit2 » Thu Sep 24, 2015 12:54 pm

I walked into the abandoned children’s park roughly an hour later than the 7pm time we had agreed online. From this distance I could see a drooping silhouette in the park hanging from the monkey bars. Her car was parked on the road, a road that seemed to add to the spooky feeling around this area as it was poorly maintained and looked like it hadn’t been used in a long time. Ivy, weeds and various other plants were beginning to invade the tarmac laid down numerous forgotten years ago. As it was summer the night was still quite light and warm.

I chose this location deliberately because it was the one place I knew no one would come to. This was a distant forgotten part of my family’s estate, forgotten after the local authorities shut it down and replaced it with a brand new one roughly a quarter mile from here. My family had toyed with the idea with knocking it down, turning it into agricultural land but eventually it was decided that it should remain for future generations of children in the family since it did no harm and wasn’t visible from the various houses on the estate. Of course, should future children be able to use this park, it was obviously acknowledged that work would have to be done on restoring it to its past glory.

I walked slowly up to the drooping Becky and watched her, approaching silently as I tried not to alert her of my presence. In fairness to her she had obviously sought to impress, following my every instruction right down to the full stop. The only clothing on her body was a black thong, exposing much of her naked body to my eyes. A pile of clothes were to her left, tucked neatly in the corner of the monkey bars so as to remain unreachable without assistance.

Each of her wrists was cuffed to the second rung in on each side of the top of the monkey bars, putting her in a semi spread-eagle type position. Her mouth was gagged with a harness ball-gag with straps behind her head, over her eyes and on top of her head. There was also a chin strap, all firmly keeping the red ball filling her mouth as drool puddled underneath her self-inflicted helpless state. A leather blindfold sealed her vision, giving her no idea of my presence whilst her legs were bound together at the upper knees and ankles with rope. This severely restricted her movement whilst her final bond, the crotch rope around her middle, restricted her from drooping too much else she would be stimulated in her nether regions.

I took a walk around her helpless form as a few moans from behind her gag began to sound. She still was unaware of my presence and I could tell she was beginning to get a little concerned just how long she was going to be left like this. After admiring her pert ass and her open and exposed chest, I bent down and untied the ropes restricting her legs as she immediately began to moan. Considering she was blindfolded heavily, it must have been worrying whether the right person was taking her or whether she was being taken at all. I un-cuffed her wrists from above her and quickly re-cuffed them behind her as she stretched her legs a little instinctively.

My next action was to attach a collar around her slightly tanned neck. At the front of the black leather collar was a metal plate with the word ‘slut’ engraved into it. As far as I was concerned, now that she was my slave, I could make her wear whatever she liked and I could just as easily nickname her in much the same way.

With her wrists cuffed behind her, I picked up her pile of clothes and nudged her in the back.

“walk” I whispered as she obeyed, changing direction whenever I directed her by her shoulders. After a short walk we soon approached her car where the trunk was opened and I pulled out some items from my own bag that was on my back.

A pair of leg irons were quickly clamped securely around her ankles, before she was led down in the back of the car and hogtied with a length of rope. I then rolled her on her side before securing a rope around her knees and then around her neck, putting her in a ball tie as well. She moaned from the sudden change of position for her as she found any form of movement extremely restricted.

Happy with her helpless state, her ass was spanked a few times before I shut the back down and got into the driver’s seat. The inside of her car apart from this driver’s seat was filled with key objects she didn’t want to lose, but we were going to decide what was to happen to her apartment at a later date. Eventually, after checking I had picked everything up including her phone and handbag, I drove off towards home ready to deliver a restrained package to myself with an expression of excitement beginning to fill my face.
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Re: Becky: my new pet

Postby putasockinit2 » Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:34 am

The car journey to her new secluded place of residence lasted around 10 minutes later than the half an hour I originally estimated due to unforeseen traffic problems. However the wait was worth it when I pressed the button on the remote which opened the large iron gates at the front of my house electronically, shutting it behind us as we passed through the gap in the car. After driving down the gravel track we eventually pulled up outside and I subsequently turned the vehicle ignition off.

Becky had to wait a few more tense moments before she felt any kind of daylight in her strict position, however once the house was unlocked, the trunk door was swiftly opened and she began to feel her tight hogtie and ball-tie ropes being loosened and removed. As she stretched her body out slightly I picked her up out of the car and stood her on the lawn at the front of the house. Here I un-cuffed her wrists from behind her and re-cuffed them in front of her before attaching a chain connecting them to her leg irons. I wanted to treat her like a prisoner to start with.

After walking with her shackled body up the front lawn, we eventually entered the house. However she was still blind from the blindfold so she was completely unaware of where she was and where she was going. Once inside we made our way to a wooden door hidden at the bottom of the far wall of the kitchen, taking in some of the floor too which was covered by a carpet mat. After a few moments the door was unlocked and unbolted with the light switched on, illuminating approximately 10 steps down into the basement. Originally this was the wine cellar, however with a few adjustments it had been transformed into a room that could easily keep someone contained.

I helped her down each of her steps slowly until we reached the stone floor which seemed to shock her a little with the sudden cold touching her feet. However we soon continued till we reached the outside of a large iron-barred cage. Once we were here, the blindfold, gag and all of her cuffs were removed as well as her thong before I pushed her inside and shut the door, locking it behind her. The cage was roughly 5 x 4 metres and featured a mattress at one end and a few cupboards at the other.

I watched as she sat down on the bed before I spoke.

“I will return later, this is your home now so after your trip I will give you time to adjust.”

Suddenly Becky could barely contain this air of mystery any longer as she looked up at me from her seated position. I could tell from her expression she instantly knew who I, her new master, was but she only said two words before I left.

“Thank-you Master.”

Two hours later she heard the unbolting of the wooden door to the basement and heard footsteps making their way down the steps. As I made my way to the door of her cage with the key firmly in my hand, I had set a tray down on the floor outside. I could see her eyes try to figure out just what was contained on it but the poorly illuminated room did little to help this attempted guesswork.
“Food time slut; Turn around and put your hands behind you through the slot in the bars.” I commanded as she did as requested, feeling a length of rope tightly secure her wrists behind her. Confident with her bonds, the door was soon opened and she was pulled outside, facing me in her stood up position.

“Kneel” I instructed, as she obeyed with a little help from myself before I produced a dog bowl full of hot food.

“You will eat all your meals out of this bowl or something similar. You are my pet, my slave after all.”

“Yes Master. Thank you master.” She responded quietly, politely before she began to eat with her mouth whilst I watched her, loving the power I had over her already and the slight humiliation I could enforce into her day to day routine. I was especially excited and encouraged additionally considering this was only the start of her time with me for tonight, let alone in total.
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