Turning Ashley into an Obedient s*x Slave

Chapter One: The Beginning

"Good morning, sweetie pie." Ashley's boyfriend, of three years, says as he enters their lovely decorated bedroom. There’s a dark cherry wood desk near the large window dressed in blood red fashion drapes. The desk holds a state of the art three monitors desktop computer that Dylan uses for work. It has everything that a computer nerd could ever dream of. It contains the best graphics card currently on the market, a large RAM and memory hard drive and everything else that you could possibly imagine, if it exists it's more then likely within his set-up. There’s a matching large six shelf bookcase lining the rest of the wall beside the desk adored in all of Ashley’s favorite novels, how-to's and reference books. She also have a number of tarot decks, tarot reference books, palmistry, numerology, astrogeology and Wiccan, Celtic and Pagan books. If it peaked her interest or fell within her belief system then it can more than likely be found within her bookcase. Sitting on the king sized four poster bed, she glances up from her favorite book, "Pet Sementary" by Stephen King, and sees her boyfriend whom she loves dearly. She places a bookmark inside of her book before placing it onto the nightstand before looking down nervously at her hands. She has this bad habit of playing with her hands whenever she is nervous or her nerves are starting to get the better of her.

"Mmmm, good morning. Where were you when I woke up earlier today? I ended up looking all over the house and couldn’t find you anywhere. I knew that you didn’t have any meetings scheduled and it was a little odd to wake up without being wrapped up in your arms. I was starting to worry that I had upset you last night or had done something wrong." Looking up from her hands and through half misted eyes, she finally noticed that Dylan is hiding something behind his back. Her curiosity getting the best of her, she couldn’t help but to ask about it. “Oh you went out to get something? What is it that you have behind your back?”

"Oh nothing but a special gift for you; today you'll be making good on that promise you made to me awhile back.” Seeing the confused look on her face, Dylan smiled brightly before continuing on with his well thought out plan. “Oh you don't remember? Must have been all that alcohol you had consumed that made you forget that you had promised me that you'll become my s*x slave for the day. So I was out most of the night and morning setting things up. You're going to love what I have in store for you." Dylan smiles wickedly to his lovely girlfriend and soon to be s*x slave. Dylan had always hid his true Dominate side from Ashley and finally decided that today was the day to make her his personal s*x slave or at least install the idea and thoughts into her mind. He had waited a long time for this and Ashley was always a major tease which caused many men to want a piece of her at any given time, price or rate. Her hot sweet body can make me a very rich person in a short amount of time if he does it just right. He just has to make sure that she doesn't catch onto his scheme until she is already too deep in and already starting to fully submit to his complete control.

"Dylan, you know that you can't take what I say when I’m drunk and hold it over my head. It's not like I had actually meant any of it." Ashley says as she tries to weasel her way out of yet another sticky situation. She knows full well that she had meant every word of that promise. Inside of her head, she's squirming around at the thought of not having any control of what she can and can't do sexually along with how she can dress and act around others. Giving up all of her control and willpower to Dylan had always been a major fantasy for Ashley and something that had always gotten her really hot and horny. Dylan doesn’t know it, but she has secretly wanted that ever since their first drunken night together when he had mentioned having the desire to collar her, take full control and just f**k her silly whenever and wherever he had so well damn please. Even thinking back on that day can make her very aroused and have her panties sopping wet in no time.

"That's too bad. I've already gotten you this." Smiling mischievously, Dylan placed what he was hiding behind his back into his front pocket, both teasing Ashley on what she had missed out on and giving her a glimpse at what could have been hers. Dylan knew from the look in her eyes that she would come crawling to him sooner rather than later begging to be collared with the very same collar he had custom made for her. It’s a highly detailed black trimmed necklace with blood red diamonds inlays and made out of only the best material that money could buy. Dylan only gets the best for Ashley, never less as he feels like she deserves only the best and not some cheap knock off, or something that looks like the designer hadn’t really cared what the finished product ended up looking like. As long as someone had bought it and they made a profit then that’s all that truly matters. He also knows that she wants a collar and he can see her half submitting to him already. He always knew that Ashley would eventually submit her body, heart, mind and soul to him. He was just waiting for that day to happen.

"I hope that was all that you had bought. It would be a shame if you had wasted a lot of our hard earned money on some silly gadgets and toys.” Glancing at the clock, Ashley notices that it’s almost 5pm and they have a previous engagement to get ready for. “Anyways, we should be getting ready to head out; remember we promised to attend your friend's welcoming back party.” Bouncing up and down in excitement Ashley continues trying to change the topic, hoping that Dylan will forget all about what she believes was a very elegant collar made just for her. “Eric is going to love being able to see you again after serving in the war. Goodness, I can’t believe that it has been four years since we’ve last seen him after his farewell party. I hope that he still has all of his body parts and that he’s doing well. I wonder if he has any scars or battle wounds or maybe even a mixture of both.” Ashley’s voice starts to trail off as she pictures Eric’s body lightly covered in scars and battle wounds. She feels her p***y starting to become wet again as she then pictures having Eric’s hands running across her body just as it had the last time she had seen him. Dylan and Ashley were on a break so she had ended up spending the rest of the night in bed with Eric while everyone else was passed out from drinking and smoking a bit too much. It ended up being a crazy night filled with passion, dominance and submission.

Shaking her head slightly, to clear her mind and train of thoughts, Ashley continued with where she had left off. She now wants to feel a nice hard c**k buried deep inside of her now ready slutty hole. “Let’s take a nice hot shower together and maybe have a bit of fun before we have to play social." Ashley then started to become even hornier as her mind remembers the glimpse of the most beautiful collar that she has ever seen. All she could do was picture Dylan placing it around her neck and staking his claim over her body, mind, heart and soul along with forcing her to submit and bow down to his every desire and whim.

While in the shower, Dylan has a massive hard on from his own thoughts about collaring Ashley and bending her to his will. He gently pushes Ashley down onto her knees, pressing his hard, 7 and a half inches long and 2 1/2 inches thick of a c**k against her soft, firm, thick lips. His thick, meaty head easily separates her willing lips open to allow him access into her warm and inviting mouth. He moans softly in pleasure as the feeling of her tongue starts to lick around the head in a painfully slow and firm motion. She begins to lick and suck his hard thick c**k like her life depends on it. He now has her just where he wants her and is just waiting on her to openly admit to it. He can smell the sweet sweet scent of her arousal. He quickly grows tired of just having the head of his c**k licked and sucked on so he decides to start forcing his entire length deep down into her willing throat while twisting his hands around her long, thick black hair until it's wrapped tightly around his fist. He starts to f**k her mouth in fast, hard and deep thrusts, not caring if she's choking on his thick meat or not. He has grown tired of the slow pace that Ashley was setting. The feeling of the vibrations of her throat muscles as she begins to moan loudly in pleasure like a wanton w***e, just the way he likes it. It didn't take her too long to be trained to moan in such a manner which has pleased him greatly. It was one of the first things that she was trained to do on her way to becoming the perfect s*x slave for him. He opens his eyes slightly to look down at his lovely girlfriend, enjoying the sight of her trying to keep up with his pace as she feels up her large breasts and fingers her sopping wet p***y like the w***e that she is.

"Mmmm you're always a great f**k, taking my entire girth easily down that tight eager throat of yours. Trust me; after the party is over, I'm going to f**k that tight p***y of yours so raw that you won't be able to sit right for a whole week. Hell you'll even be walking around funny for just as long and knowing you, you'll be enjoying every single minute of it as it reminds you of just who you belong to as well as the fact that you're a w***e who is only good at f*****g and being used as I damn well please.” Seeing the sheer and utter pleasure on her face, he knew that he truly had her. “You like that don't you slut. You like hearing what I'm going to do to that sexy body of yours. You enjoy hearing how you're only good to be f****d and nothing else. Hmm? You want to become my s*x slave to do anything that I damn well please, don't you. You want me to pimp your sweet holes to just about anyone who is willing to pay for a piece of that sweet ass, p***y and mouth of yours. I can tell that you want just that just by the way that you're squirming around in pure ecstasy and the smell of your arousal is thick in the air. You're a f*****g w***e and you know it!" Pulling out of her throat suddenly he hears the sweet sound of her groans of disappointment escaping from her now empty mouth. "Now I want you to stand up and bend over with your hands on the shower walls, your legs spread out as you offer up that sweet slutty p***y to me like the good little w***e that you are. I want to hear you beg for it. Begging to feel my hard, thick d**k pounding you deep and hard inside of that slutty ass p***y of yours. I want to hear just how much of a f*****g w***e you are and how much of a slut you want to become for me. I want to hear you begging for me to train you to pleasure any guy or girl in all forms of deprived s****l acts. We both know just how much you want all of that to happen and that I’m the perfect Master to mold you into the person that we both want you to become. I can see just how much you would enjoy that Ashley, don’t be so f*****g prudish and act upon your feelings, you dirty little w***e!" He yells at her while slapping her face with his hard member the entire time.