Chapter 1
Welcome, slaves!
Bow and kneel before me! I am Greta,, greatest of the greats ... that special slave who knows all, and sees all and does all.
I will have you jerking off for joy, believe me....
In front of my eyes ... you will see that ... you will see that so clearly ... you cannot resist me!
Because, you see, you like the truth ... you crave it ... and here ... everything I tell you is completely true.
And perhaps, most amazing of all. it happened to ordinary people, people like you and me. Yes, it's true.
These aren't the wild, raving tales of maniacs. They're true stories of everyday people. Like Monica.
Monica was my favorite slave girl ... for such a long time....
Here on my island ... what I like to call my island of Doomed Women, where no woman ever escapes, and no woman ever wants to....
Oh, yes. they struggle for awhile, but sooner or later they give in ... mostly sooner.
As did Monica.
She was the best there was....
Who took a certain perverse pleasure out of being used by me....
She was so innocent at first, and therefore quite a challenge.
didn't know, right up until the end, if she was going to be able to be turned or not....
But let me start at the beginning ... so you may know everything that happened.
And I mean everything....
I don't want to leave out a single detail.
It's important to me that you know it all ... and that you become addicted to my stories ... so that I may take my new desires out on you....
And you know I will ... just give me one opportunity and I'll have you for life. I promise....
Now, though, let's spin back to where it all began....
I was working out of my house, on the shore," where from my picture window living room, you could actually see my private island, glistening in the tropical sun....
I was having a wonderful time with my selective clients, mostly men who were married and rich, and who wanted some new, pleasurable excitement in their lives....
And I had no trouble finding clients....
Most of them were women whose husbands didn't particularly like fucking them ... or fucking at all ... so they came to me because they had no more choice....
They needed sexing ... and I was the one to give it to them....
And at a high price ... to make up for the guilt they were feeling....
The guilt that made me punish them and spank them, and do all kinds of wonderful things to them ... for the other side of pain, never forget, is pleasure ... and as painful as I could be to them, I could also administer an incredible amount of pleasure ... and meant to do so....
It was in this atmosphere, that I decided I needed a personal slave....
But one that would satisfy my needs. I needed a special woman! That was the key....
That was what I needed ... a woman I could dominate, and train, and own!
I wanted someone young, impressionable, unspoiled....
Someone I could train to the fullest....
And make my own.
So I placed an ad in the regular newspapers, expressing a desire for a young maid.
I expressed that she had to be able to get along with children, and keep a tidy house. And that there were live-in possibilities.
I made the ad innocent enough, and got a lot of replies.
Knowing that I didn't want the ones I discarded to be coming around, I simply interviewed them all, not letting on to any of them what my real goals were....
Until Monica came through my door.
The second I opened it and let her in, I knew she was in trouble.
She was simply gorgeous!
Young, innocent, and yet with a certain style to her walk, a certain heat that came out of her ... I simply had to have her.
I knew right then and there that I had found my potential slave.
You might wonder how I could know something like that ... how I might be able to ascertain at a first glance....
Well, that's perhaps why I'm the best slaver in the business today. It's a certain instinct. And instinct is never wrong ... Believe me....
So, there we were ... just the two of us.
She had blonde hair, blonde hair that could be properly cropped and coiffed, unlike the free and easy way she let it hang now.
And a long, curvy body that must have driven all the boys she knew wild!
And her smile!
It was a great combination of feckless flirtation and gullible innocence.
And that appealed to me.
I liked the way she looked and sounded.
Her voice was sweet, and yet, there was something there ... something beyond the obvious ... something I knew I really wanted to possess.
"Come in," I said to her.
She smiled, and I felt the first twangs in my pussy.
"Sit over there...."
I was dressed in a plain skirt and pullover, looking nothing like I normally dressed, for business and pleasure.
This was simply my outfit for screening out those who weren't going to make it as my new slave....
"Have you any experience," I asked her, and she said, through her glowing white teeth and perfect smile, that she'd taken care of kids at a daycare center in the summers, and that she always kept her own home tidy.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty...."
"And why would a pretty young girl like you want to be ... my maid...." She crossed her legs.
She had on a pretty, light dress, and lovely high heels.
If I didn't know better, I would have sworn right then and there she was flirting with me ... she had that certain something....
"I like domestic work...." she said. "It's easy and open, and until I decide what I want to do with the rest of my life ... I might as well do something I enjoy ... instead of being stuck in an office all day ... don't you agree...."
"Yes.." I said.
So far, so good.
"Well, stand up...."
I knew that sounded ambiguous, but I wanted her to be on that edge as much as possible. It would help things immensely.
She did as she was told.
I could see the soft full curve of her ass.
I was going to own that ass! I was going to!
Now, I led her first to the kitchen, and showed her around....
Then to the living room, where we'd just come, to give her, I said, a feel of the place.
The bedroom was next.
She commented on how lovely the place looked.
And now it was time to take her to the secret back room ... the secret room I'd had converted out of the second bedroom of this lovely house ... a secret room that was only a hint of what I'd done on my island!
I smiled as I reached for my keys.
"You keep this one locked," she said.
"Yes ... it's important to make sure that no one gets in ... without my consent."
I thought I'd let her chew on that one for awhile....
Now, inside, I flicked on the light, and watched her face.
She was the only outsider ever to see my dungeon!
She stared, in disbelief at the various pieces of equipment, and at all the gadgetry that was there....
She turned and looked at me....
"I've never ... I've never seen anything like this before...."
I smiled.
"Well, what do you think...."
"What is it? What kind of place is it?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't ... know., .it looks like a museum or something...."
I giggled now.
"I suppose you could say that. Yes ... a museum ... that's very interesting...."
She started to wander through the place, and I let her....
No problem....
Especially when she came to the stocks....
"Wow...." she said, softly.
I went over and lifted the hood.
"Do you know what these are?"
"Stocks? I seem to remember them ... from colonial days...."
"That's right ... you put your hands there, above your head, and you're rendered helpless...."
She giggled now.
That was good.
She didn't seem particularly thrown by any of it.
"Would you like to try it?" I said to her.
She looked at me, in a funny way.
I swear, to this day, I believe she knew what I was all about then ... that she was on to me....
"I don't know ... do you think I should?"
"Yes ... why not ... it's only harmless now ... and you do seem interested...."
"Well, I never ... that is...."
And then she gingerly placed her hands above. and I quickly went to work! "There," I said to her. "Now just relax...." She did as she was told.
And quickly, before she could take them out, I had her trapped like that.
I closed the escape proof latches.
"Well, what do you think," I said to her.
"It's really wild...."
I waited for a couple of seconds.
"Okay," she said, you can let me out now.
"What's your hurry...."
"What?"
She sounded like she wasn't sure what I was saying.
But I felt, somehow, that she knew. That I was going to give her a little lesson in obedience. Right then ... Right there ... Right now ... I walked around her. "How does it feel...."
"Like I have no freedom ... you can let me go now...."
"You're still in such a hurry ... you should relax and try to get into it...."
"Why...."
"Oh, I don't know ... you might find that you like it ... what would you do then ... if you liked it...."
"I don't know what there is to like about being shackled like this...."
"Well, maybe I can make it a little more pleasurable for you...."
I got behind her and put my hand on her bottom.
Softly, gently, letting it rest there.
"What ... what are you doing...."
"Just feeling your lovely bottom ... you know it's so pretty...."
"Please ... let me up now...."
"Nonsense ... I haven't even seen it yet...."
"No...."
But her pleas were very soft, and she said nothing, as I grabbed the material of her skirt in my hands and slowly began to lift it up....
"What ... oohhh God ... what are you...."
"Just looking...."
She struggled against the stocks, but she was trapped.
And forced to stay in the upright position, with her arms straight up in the air.
This would make her bottom really in the perfect position for what I wanted....
I now lifted her skirt above her ass, and looked at her lovely legs.
They were smooth and shiny, flawless, to be exact, and they were all so plump and loovely around the thighs.
And her thin wispy panties were the only article of clothing she had on....
I ran my fingers down the back of her legs ... "You are so beautiful...." She didn't say anything. That was fine with me.
Now, I tucked her skirt up around her waist, into it's own beltline, and started to work down her panties.
"My God ... what ... what are you ... what are you doing...."
I didn't say anything. My heart was pounding ... I had to see it. I just had to....
Now, I rolled down the silken panties, and saw for the first time the curves of her naked, beautiful ass!
She was a beauty all right ... There was no question about that ... She had the lovely, fine physique of a gorgeous showgirl....
And yet she was innocent and unspoiled ... and in my possession ... She was the one.
I made up my mind then and there ... she was the one!
I petted her ass, hearing only the soft whimpering coming from her mouth.
I walked around to the front of her and took her face in my hands ... holding her chin with my fingers.
"You have a lovely bottom...." I said.
She looked at me, with a mixture of fright and heat.
A lovely mixture, to be sure.
"What ... what are you going to do to me...."
I smiled and laughed softly.
"I think I'm going to whip it...."
I watched her face for any sign of expression....
"No ... don't do that ... no...."
"Yes...." I said. "I have to ... you see, I'm going to give you the job ... but it's not quite what you think it is...."
"I don't know that I want it anymore...."
"You have no choice ... and when I get finished with you, you'll be begging for it...."
"No...."
"Yes...."
I went around to her back again, where her strong loins were still standing at the lovely curve....
I went to my wall and pulled off a lovely black leather lash ... one that had a bunch of straps coming out of one end....
It would certainly do the job.
I went back to her and stood behind her, to the side.
"Please ... don't ... oh, please don't ... I don't want my bottom punished...."
"I'm afraid it's out of your hands," I said, and with that, I put one hand on her back, over her shirt, while I let the several straps dangle loosely on her ass.
"Ooohh...." she sighed, as she felt it resting on her....
She knew she was in for it now ... She just knew it....
And there was nothing she was going to be able to about it.
I raised my whip over my shoulder, and came down very hard, right across both globes of her ass!
There's something very important and special about the first strike, something you have to get absolutely correct ... in order to establish your base of power....
Which was what I was doing with my whip....
I hit her as hard as I could ... probably harder than I should have ... to which she shuddered and moaned with a high sounding squeal that came out of her mouth....
That really turned me on!
I found her reaction to the lash delightful!
The wriggling she did was just really turning me on!
As were the obvious marks on her ass ... the marks made by the lash....
She was really taking it now ... taking it and although she was crying out in pain, was going to eventually learn to love it!
Yes, I told myself. Learn to love it....
She was going to make a perfect slave, by the time I was finished with her....
Now, though, I reared back and gave her a series of hard shots across her bottom....
SWISHH!
SWISSH!
SLASSHHH!!
"OOOH.. PLEASE ... NO ... NO MORE.
Her bottom became a deep color red, one which I found most attractive....
She was obviously in a great deal of pain....
I put the whjp down and came around to the other side of her and looked at her face.
There were tear tracks running right down the side!
"You're so beautiful," I said, taking her face in my two hands, and holding her like that....
"Please ... please ... no more ... I don't think I can take any more...."
"You can take it ... you can take all of it...."
I then brought my face down to hers, and gave her a deep kiss, on her mouth.
I forced my tongue right into her mouth, deep, and waited to see what she would do now!
I wasn't surprised....
Without any real prodding, I found that she was returning my kiss ... returning it and giving me back her own tongue. I knew it! I knew it! She was turning on to the whipping! She was getting off on it ... I took my mouth away ... "You like it, don't you...."
"It hurts so much...."
"But you like it...."
"I ... I...."
"Tell me...."
"It's ... it's so good ... yes ... ooohh ... God ... yes.
She didn't know what to do now ... Her face was all flushed a deep, deep red....
Now, as I went behind her again, I knew that she was ready to respond to anything I was going to do.
So when I put my hands between her thighs and spread them, she offered no resistance.
I was going to feel her pussy now.
I loved the way she looked with her panties around her knees, making it impossible for her to spread too far....
I liked that....
I liked it a lot....
And now, as I put my hand up into her, I heard the brief, bright sigh coming out of her mouth.
I knew that sound all too well....
She was loving what I was doing to her ... just loving it....
Now, though, I was rewarded with a dampness on my fingers, as I continued to feel it....
She was wet and damp all right ... her pussy was thoroughly dripping ... an obvious reaction to the whipping....
There are some lucky women who respond to the lash that way....
Who take it just so well, and soon start craving it....
I'd had a feeling that Monica was one such girl....
And now my feeling was confirmed.
She was going to be an excellent slave.
Now, I reached for the whip again....
I didn't tell her what was coming....
Instead, I got directly behind her spread legs, and began to apply the lash again, holding my right hand right up to her pussy all the while.
"No....ooohhh God ... noo...."
She felt the whip coming down, over and over, all over her lovely bottom, marking it up with deep red gashes ... gashes that would turn black and blue before I was finished with her....
She was incredible....
Just incredible....
So responsive to my every touch ... I thought she was going to go crazy, the more I laid the whip into her ... There was no escaping it ... There was no getting away from it....
She was going out of her mind, and I knew it ... And still, I laid the lash on. I wanted her to spend. I wanted her to give in and spend for me ... That was the only way I intended to stop what I was doing ... No matter if it took me a hundred lashes ... Which it didn't. Not nearly....
For suddenly, I could feel her thighs tense up and squeeze against my hand....
I was going to have her spend!
She was moaning and sobbing ... her tears mingled with feelings of joy as well as lust....
"I'm going to ... I'm going to...."
"Yes, baby...."
"I'm going to come...."
"Yes...."
And then it happened.
Thick and wet....
And filled with her juice!
It came out all over my hand, spilling down through it....
The nectar of lust....
The sweet pussy juice of lust!
It was Monica's, and she was going to be mine!
As a reward, I put her left tit in a tight wood clamp, and for good measure took the hairs from her underarm, which were deliciously drippy, and bound them too. The gorgeous darling couldn't move a muscle!