Helen commits herself to be my Slave

It is now almost two weeks since Helen returned to my life and today is the day I need her to commit totally to being my submissive slave. I phoned her last night and arranged to meet her in the local public house. I have told her to wear her white satin bra/thong set and matching garter belt, white silk stockings and white stiletto shoes, the combination she was wearing on our very first meeting all those many months ago. Over these she has been told to wear a short leather skirt and a white silk blouse with the top buttons open, so her beautiful cleavage is in full view. As ever, bang on queue, Helen walks into the pub and all the men’s heads turn to stare at her statuesque figure. Helen is a tall woman with long legs to die for and dressed in her short skirt they seem to go on for ever. She spots me sat in the corner and comes over, “Hard lines guys” I mutter to myself, “This lady is all mine tonight”. We kiss, then sit and chat a little while, before I hand her a bag and tell her to go to the toilet and put on what is inside. She is visually excited and wants to open the bag immediately. I stop her and tell to wait until she is actually in the cubicle. Eagerly she trots off and I wait patiently. She shortly emerges with a smile on her face and rushes back and sits alongside me. I slide my hand under the table and between her legs where I can feel she is now wearing latex panties which are holding in her pussy an electronic metal dildo. I have a remote control in my pocket and as I press the button I see Helen flinch as a sharp electric shock stings her pussy. She lets out a little moan and I inform her that all the time we are in the pub, every time she mutters or moans when I press the button she will later receive a stoke of the cane. Time passes and finally its time to head to my dungeon. Incidentally I counted 7 utterances from Helen, so 7 stokes of the cane awaits her.

On arrival at my place we waste not time and hurry downstairs to the Dungeon. Helen has been here before but since her last visit there have been many additions to the equipment. “Oh my God, what have you got here now”, she says and rushes off to examine all my new items of torture. “Don’t worry my dear, in the coming weeks you will get chance to sample everything at close quarters”, she just turns to me and smiles. I press the remote button and she lets out a further mutter. “How many is that now my dear?”. “8 Master”, she replies. That is a good sign, the first time she has called me Master since she returned. “Ok slave, strip and pleasure you Master”, I order. Helen quickly strips naked and I am in awe of her beauty, before she falls to her knees and takes out my penis and begins the most exquisite blowjob and deepthroat I think I have every experienced. I can tell by her enthusiasm that she is truly glad to be back here with me and this fills me with pride. Following all this attention from her mouth I tell her to go over to the whipping horse and bend over it. Her lovely arse is now presented perfectly as I attach manacles to her wrists and ankles to hold them in place. I then add a ball-gag and there is Helen, once again ready for me to use and abuse. “Which would you like first, my dear, pleasure or pain?”. She mumbles through her gag, I think she is trying to say pain. I take out my 5 foot cane and gently stoke it across the cheeks of her arse, which clenches from the touch. “Ready?”. She nods. I strike her with real venom and it leaves a bright red line on her right cheek. 7 more thrashes follow in quick succession and I walk over to admire the red wealds. I massage her arse trying to sooth her a little as she is trembling now. “That’s it for pain now for the pleasure” I tell her. “Thank you master”, I can just about make out her mutters. I bend down and start licking her now dripping pussy, god she tastes good. I lick her clit and continue to explore the depths of her heavenly chasm with my tongue before bringing her to an enormous climax with the Hitachi stimulator. She just collapses over the whipping horse from exhaustion.

Giving her a little time to recover I then release her wrists and tell her to stand up, leaving her ankles still held in their manacles. I stare her straight in the eyes as I remove the gag and tell her I have a very important question to ask her. She smiles and I think she realizes what I am going to say. “We are good together”, I say “and I never want to lose you again. I hope you feel the same and to prove you loyalty to me will you allow me to tag you?” That smile appears once more and she says, “Yes Master I am yours to use for ever, I would be honoured to wear your tag”. I kiss her full on the lips and tell her to bend over the horse again, knowing now I will not have to re-manacle her. I offer her the gag in case the pain is to much but she just shakes her head. The tag will be inserted into her pussy lip, so I start by taking hold of her left one in a pair of small tongs with a hole in the end. “Ok my slave, this may sting a little” I tell her and before the words have time to sink in I push the rather thick needle through her skin. She screams slightly but remains bent over the horse. “Well done the worst is over”. I then insert the open ended ring and onto this add a gold disc with the inscription, Property of Master T. Carefully I remove the needle and connect the open end of the ring into the small locking device on the other end, before swabbing all around the wound with antiseptic lotion. Helen is then ordered to dress in the satin bra and thong that she first arrived in. There she now is,Helen dressed exactly the same as when I first saw her all those months ago. However, now there is the distinct sight of my ownership tag visible inside the thong. I move towards her and we cuddle, she bites my earlobe and whispers in my ear, “Thank you Master, I am yours to do with as you please”.
I am the happiest man in the world……………………….