A New Life

A New Life by S. M. Ackerman ISBN: 978-1-937831-76-9 A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication Copyright © 2012, All rights reserved With the exception of quotes used in reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the publishers. For information contact: Pink Flamingo Publications www.pinkflamingo.com P.O. Box 632 Richland, MI 49083 USA Email Comments: comments@pinkflamingo.com From being the bosses son, to becoming a lowly slave, all at the whim of a lovely young lady and all in less than a single year. A New Life… Prologue It is my intention to tell the reader briefly where I am at now, before I explain the convoluted way that I arrived at this point. A year ago I had met the woman that would both rock my world and change it completely. She would lead me carefully along a road that led only into slavery and subjection. She would ensure that I was swallowed up by my own hidden desires; she would make full use of those desires by unveiling them and using them to serve her in ways that I could little imagine at that time. Today I find myself kneeling naked, with my clothes piled on a hard-backed wooden chair, placed behind me against a wall. I have my hands behind my back as I had been instructed to. I was listening to my girlfriend and mistress openly discussing me and my future with her step-father. The situation I am currently in, created in my mind a terrifying vision for my future. To my horror I realized that my c**k was trying to erect, sadly for me the possibilities were very restricted by an evil device she had ensured had been fitted permanently to my flaccid c**k, some months previously. I had been fitted with a device that was designed to punish me for any male laxity, or loss of self control to her regime of strict male domination. A device that made self-imposed chastity of both mind and body my only option; that was if I wished to avoid experiencing pure unadulterated agony. Both of them could clearly see it, both ignored it. Why was I so aroused by my humbled position displayed before her step-father? I am not gay I tell myself firmly, it is the presence of her sitting over there looking so innocent, swinging her left high-heeled boot gracefully back and forwards that is so arousing to me; not his, the step-father’s presence I tell myself. Deep down I wonder; there is always him to consider and I know a little of his tastes. I know that he is a dominant male with clear ideas of what he expects from his slaves! Yes slaves I tell myself, I am not one of those, I am a guest in his rambling home, a guest brought here by his step-daughter. Still it had been he, not her that had suggested that I be stripped. It had been he that had indicated the position and place in which I now kneel. Yet it had been she, I calmed myself, who had brought me to this position, and she that had given me his requests as instructions to be obeyed. They are talking much as though I do not exist! I listen as they discuss the training of me; I watch the flicker of sunlight reflected around the room from his watch. It flits like a laser beam, its glint blinding me whenever it flashes into my eyes, and he knows it! Training they had said! For what I wonder, because I have already been trained to obey instantly, but in reality I knew. I have always known my destiny, and now fate has brought me face to face with my future, through the auspice of my Goddess. How I got into this position? Why I am naked and kneeling? What they intend to do with and too me is a long story. Kneeling in instructed silence, forces my mind to wander over the last year, back to the point that my simple pleasant life had been changed so radically from. I could see the wooden door that was destined to set me on the road to my subjugation, it floated clearly before my eyes. It was closed, but shortly a Goddess would open it, and my life, a new and very different life, would begin. Until I approached that door for the first time, my life had consisted of the usual for a young free male; drinking, socializing, working and generally pleasing myself, with little thought to my future beyond the next day or so.