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The obedient one

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Jun 19, 2010
Kale was a well known arms dealer and he had a home located at the southern most tip of Florida. It was located on his own Island and supplies had to be shipped in. Granted the Island wasn't big, but Kale had it modified for him. That way he had a large home where he could host many parties as well as various things around the island to do. Such as basketball courts, swimming pools, and even a small gun range. Kale, being as wealthy as he was found himself alone most of the time. But that would not be for long. He had recently done business with a man who worked in the slave trade and he had a girl that would be perfect for Kale. Hearing this he quickly jumped on the deal and paid the man the massive amount of twenty five million dollars and in a week he had a knock on the door and a large wooden crate with the words fragile was on the porch and a boat was seen pushing off shore. Kale smiled as he dragged the crate inside and then opened it up. He was happy to see a girl tightly bound with a dildo gag in her mouth, a blindfold on and toys shoved in her. Kale could only chuckle as he looked at her and he let the box fall open and then he moved and sat down in a chair as he looked at her. Curious as to what type of slave she was. Kale was completely unaware of slave behavior or etiquette and he sat there and looked over her carefully.
 
Damn where was she? The last thing she remembered was being knocked out in her previous master's cellar. Her dark brown hair was smooth and silky from the demanding wash her previous master ordered her to do. She did everything he had told her to do,string him shove up the sex toys into her pussy and mouth. She was shown in wearing a silk bra and red, flirty thong, along with a black collar with her name and black heels. Oh her name was Ivy. As a young one, her mother had sold her into the slave market, only working as a maid before her master changed things a bit. And now she was here, blindfolded and gagged as she blindly made her way out. The crate was opened by someone, but she couldn't see who. Ivy couldn't move. She was tighten bounded by something she couldn't feel. Her hands were tied behind her back, legs bounded by something else as well. Her mouth was stuffed, and she made a muffled noise that was nothing to translate. She stayed in the crate, feeling the old towel her previous master put in there for her so-call comfort.
 
Kale saw she could not move and was clearly a bit nervous. He took a deep breath and walked back over to the girl as he reached down and slowly undid the ties on her arms and removed the bindings on her legs. Once that happened he then whispered into her ear. "Don't panic, you were sold by your master. I am your new master." He said simply as he then removed the blindfold from her and saw her eyes. He was shocked by her beauty and wondered why she was sold, but either way it did not matter, she was his now. He then unhooked the gag and moved over to the chair and sat down as he said. "Come, join me at my feet. Ask the questions you have." He said simply as he sat in his chair and looked over her.
 
Ivy's eyes squinted as the bright light came rushing into her eyes, the small zap of pain in her eyes as she blink, waiting for them to adjust. As it finally did, she looked up at her new master. He was her master? He was sure handsomer than that idiot previous master of hers, she thought. Ivy took out the dildo from her mouth with her slender fingers, putting the spit-covered thing in the crate before crawling over to him, feeling the toys in her ad she moved one crawl after another, before she was finally in front of him, kneeling down, and looked up. "Who are you?" she asked her first question.
 
"Be more specific? Who am I? I am your new master. I am an arms dealer. I am a wealthy man. I am many things, Ivy." He said simply as he looked down at her and saw that she did not stand and walk, but crawl on her hands and knees and she knelt at his feet without instruction. It was clear that she was trained which was good because he hadn't the slightest idea of how to train a girl, only a need to have a partner that would be forever loyal to him. He looked over her and waited to hear her revise her question. His eye traveled over her body slowly and analytically as he waited, his mind wandering between everything she knew how to do and everything he wanted to do to her. He could not think of something so kinky that a sex slave, that was supposedly as trained as her, would not have already done. But it was worth the shot, but before the fun could begin he would have to gain her trust and obedience.
 
Ivy felt ashamed and stupid at the same time. She should have clarify what she was asking about! And this was her first day with him, and she was ruining it. But she held her breath for a moment, before looking up, her eyes looking at his nervously. Her blue eyes came to focus again. In truth, she didn’t know she was being used as a sex slave. She was used to being stuck into with toys, but not having a cock stick into her. Her previous master defied sex, yet he wants the orgasm that everyone wants, and would watch with his greedy little eyes as she would perform strip acts and dancing naked in front of him, and he would just make out with her, nothing more serious.

“A-Am I to be work in what position,” she stammered again. Every first word she spoken, she would stammer.
 
He listened to her and saw her as she looked away from his answer. It was clear she was beating herself up over her stupidity and this actually pleased him. It showed him that she wanted to be a good slave and did not want to make mistakes. His eyes moved over her and when she asked what type of slave she would be he first corrected her English, not liking the way she spoke. "What position am I to work in. That is how you speak, like a proper lady, not some dumb street whore." He degraded as he then said. "You will be a general slave, I may have you do housework, I may have you pleasure me, I may have you work outside. It all depends on what I decide to do with you that day." He said simply as he really did not want her to be a pure sex slave. That would get boring, but instead have her be able to do many things.
 
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