The two letters had sat there in her mail, unopened since yesterday, taunting her, arousing her curiosity, and magnifying her deepening sense of His possession. The first letter was entitled "Instructions #1 -- To be opened Sunday at 8:30 a.m." The second was entitled "Instructions #2 -- To be opened Sunday at 8:37 a.m.???"

She fidgeted as the clock marked the minutes as they crawled by. 8:17. 8:20. Why had she signed on so early? She tried, to no avail, to occupy her mind reading other mail. 8:24. The minutes dragged by interminably slowly. 8:27. 8:28. 8:29.

She felt the hunger gnawing at her...both types of hunger. Hunger from the fasting he had ordered last night, which began at 6:00 p.m., and hunger to know, and be known by, Him, to serve and be used by Him.

Quaking, she double-clicked to open the first email, precisely at 8:30, to read:

"slave,

"If you are unwilling to commit and submit your being to me, delete letter #2 unopened. If you agree to surrender everything to me, then you have permission to open #2 at the appropriate time. Stay online. Close your Buddy List. Block all IMs but mine. Strip totally, and stay that way until you are given further instructions. Then sit back down to think.

"While you are considering, sit up straight in your chair, with feet flat on the floor and legs spread wide. Place your hands in your lap, palms up. Do not smoke. Do not turn on the radio or TV. Do not move from that position. Do not touch the keyboard or move the mouse. In the passing moments, think very seriously about what you will do. you know what I will expect of you. you know how I will use you. you know there will be no negotiation, no further discussion. Make sure you are absolutely certain of your decision, whatever it may be. It is irrevocable."

The letter was unsigned.

She left his letter there on the screen and read and re-read it as she prepared herself as He had commanded. She felt no hesitation. There was no doubt in her mind, even though she knew what he would command of her. He left no question in her mind that she faced a servitude of degradation and intensity beyond that which even she could conjure. Only her eyes moved, as they bounced back and forth between his letter and the computer clock. There was no hesitation in her heart as she waited, uncharacteristically calm and peaceful, for the passage of time.

At 8:37, her right hand moved, seemingly in slow motion, toward the mouse to open the second letter.

"slave,

From this moment on, you are Mine."

And it was signed "Master"

His IM magically appeared on her screen.

Master: Immediately go empty your bladder. Piss for your Master. Do not wipe your cunt.
slave: i have no need, Sir.. i went to the bathroom just before i signed on a few minutes ago.
Master: Did I ask if you had a "need"? I said PISS NOW. Do not answer me until you return. And do not return until you have pissed.

Dazed, she arose from her chair and made her way into the bathroom. She quickly drank a glass of water and concentrated on the sound of the running tap. Amazingly, her body complied. She unconsciously reached for the toilet paper but stopped herself before the paper touched her body. She dropped it into the toilet as though it were on fire, flushed, and hurried back to the computer.

slave: i have returned, Sir.
Master: you call me Sir. Not Master?
slave: May i speak freely, Sir?
Master: Yes.
slave: this slave would wish to be kneeling before you when i say that the first time, please?
Master: Granted.
slave: ::quaking:: Thank you Sir.
Master: Better. Thank you. How did it feel to piss for your Master? How did it feel to know that even your most basic human needs are under my control?
slave: it felt very freeing, Sir. Thank you.
Master: I hope you enjoyed it. Remember the feeling. Savor it. Before you feel it again, you will have to beg for it. I'll warn you...It will be hours from now.
slave: Yes, Sir.
Master: Now. In 15 minutes michelle will call for you. She will come in and inspect you again, choose what you are to wear and how you are to wear it, and deliver a little something i have for you. Do you have the liter of water I instructed you to buy?
slave: Yes Sir.
Master: Get it now and start drinking. It must be empty before michelle arrives.
slave: May i be excused for a moment Sir?
Master: Yes.
slave: i have returned to you Sir.
Master: Instead of having you drive here, i am going to require that you take the train. michelle will take you to the train station and will buy a one-way ticket for you. michelle will have another liter of water with her, which you will take with you on the train. you are not permitted to bring anything else with you. you will get on the train and are not given permission to speak with anyone. you are not permitted to go to the bathroom until i say, including during the train ride, which will take 2 hours and 25 minutes to Union Station in LA.
Master: When you arrive in LA, there will be a limo driver waiting for you with a sign saying SW, which, of course, means "Stephen's whore." Identify yourself as such to him. Those words exactly, no more, no less. When you get into the limousine, you will begin to drink the liter of water that michelle will give you, and you will have it completely gone by the time you arrive at my home. Since I'm sure you don't know how long it will take, I would suggest that you drink quickly. You do not want to know the consequences if you haven't finished it.

Her eyes followed his every word as they appeared on the screen, drinking slowly, directly from the liter bottle. She was stunned at the change in him. There was no playfulness, there was nothing but total and absolute demand and control. He continued:

Master: The train ride may be a bit uncomfortable, especially toward the end. But I assure you, it will be nothing compared to the limo ride. I wonder if you will be wetter from piss or from desire, when I finally take you.
Master: When the driver reaches my home, you will immediately go to the back door, disrobe completely, and put everything in the locking box you will find there. Inside this box will be a note with further instructions. Good bye.

And he was gone.

She glanced at the clock and was shocked to realize she had only 5 minutes to finish drinking half of the liter of water. She tipped the bottle, drank as quickly as she safely could without retching, and waited for michelle's arrival.

She swilled the last dribble of water as she heard the knock on her door. michelle was as warm and endearing as the first time they had met, and she was grateful for a friendly face to send her off to her new reality.

"Let's get you ready. Train leaves in 45 minutes. You finished with the water?"

She blushed, knowing that michelle was aware of the task she had been given. "Yes, it's all gone."

"Good. To the bedroom, then, and kneel on the floor, leaning over the bed. Spread your ass cheeks wide." She complied, knowing that the instructions had originated with her Master. She felt fingers exploring her, an almost sterile, medical, cold examination. She felt a long slender probe being inserted into her and taped in place so that it could not be removed. A long rubber tube extended from it and was wrapped around her body. The black rubber compression bulb at the end of the tubing was taped between her breasts. michelle brushed cold fingers against her right nipple very intentionally as she gave the bulb three quick squeezes. She felt the plug jump to life deep within her as it started to expand and stretch her from within.

"You are to squeeze this bulb completely ONCE every 30 minutes between now and the time you arrive at Master's. He will take your ass today, and it will hurt. This will help to prepare you, but you and i both know it's going to increase your need to go to the bathroom. You don't want to hurt his cock with an ass that is too tight."

michelle continued her inspection, looking closely for any sign of cunt hair. "Oh this is not good. you missed a spot. But i bet you won't do that again, after He gets through with you." She trembled at the words and fear darkened her heart.

michelle went to her closet and pulled out one dress after another. "Ah.. this is perfect." She removed an ankle-length black batik print dress, designed with buttons from the neckline to the hem. However, fewer than half of those buttons were fastened when michelle was done dressing her. Black thigh high stockings and 5" pumps completed the ensemble.

michelle reached for the cosmetic bag that lay on the vanity. She took lipstick and rouged the nipples that threatened to escape from the half-buttoned dress. She caught her reflection in the mirror. She looked like, and felt like, the whore Stephen wanted her to become. Her eyes caught michelle's and they smiled at each other.

Neither spoke during the drive to the train station. When they arrived, michelle stopped the car, handed her the water bottle, smiled a knowing smile and drove away.

They were calling her departure as she watched michelle pull way. She hurried along the platform, feeling the intrusive plug jostle inside her as she climbed the stairs into the last car of the train. Her hips swayed down the aisle as she found an empty seat in the rear of the car. She noticed the glances, some admiring, some accusatory. Her dress parted to reveal soft inner thighs as she slid across the cool leather seat to lean against the window.

The train ride was a blur. Her desire and consuming need to serve him obliterated all other thoughts from her mind. The rhythmic motion of the train sent tremors through her, as the fabric brushed against her nipples and vibrations teased deep inside her. She obediently gauged the time and pumped the bulb once every 30 minutes, moaning softly with the growing and insistent pressure in her virgin ass. Not virgin for long, she thought to herself.

The first hour of the ride passed before her mind registered the need to relieve herself. She squirmed and adjusted herself in the seat, determined to take her mind off her need. Each stop seemed to take longer... Oceanside... San Clemente... The passengers came and went, providing only momentary distractions and entertainment. She was truly alone with her thoughts and the needs that her Master had created within her. She was hungry from his order to fast. She needed to pee but knew that wasn't an option. Other needs, deeper, darker, filled her as well.

With each passing mile, her struggle deepened along with her submission. She had relinquished control of her self to him, and she was determined not to disappoint him with this first challenge.

The steel wheels of the train seemed to sing "pissnow pissnow pissnow" as the distance closed and she closed her eyes, attempting to sleep away the growing urge. She set her watch to awaken her in 30 minutes. Another 30 minutes, another squeeze of the bulb, and even more pressure against her bladder.

She toyed with the full bottle of water, knowing that even another ounce could create a great deal of embarassment and shame. She stared at the label.. one liter.. 33.8 fluid ounces. She did the math and calculated that she would have consumed a full gallon of water before she reached her Master. She groaned to herself and tried to get into her "business meeting" head, psyching herself to last until she was permitted to relieve herself.

The train slowed and pulled into Union Station, and she was forced to move with the herd of passengers disembarking at the destination. Each step magnified the dual pressures building in her.

Her eyes scanned the few people waiting at the station, and she smiled at the happy cries of "Daddy" and the passionate reunions of lovers. Her eye caught a driver holding a discrete sign "SW", and she made her way across the station to begin the next portion of her journey. She stepped up to him, forced her voice to portray a confidence she did not feel, held her head high, thrust her breasts forward, and announced, "i'm Stephen's whore."

"Would you like to stop to freshen up, or perhaps get something to drink before we go?" The question was innocent enough, but the smart-assed smirk on the driver's face told her there was nothing innocent about it. She felt his gaze undressing her, and watched in horror as the driver reached between her breasts to give the bulb a hearty squeeze, then fondle each breast momentarily for good measure. She calmly said "No thank you, i'm quite fine. Shall we?" He nodded and led the way to the waiting limo.

She situated herself on the right side of the limo and nestled against the door, trying to make herself as inconspicuous and comfortable as possible. The driver lowered the security panel, looked in the rear view mirror, and shook his head slowly. "No. It has been directed that you sit in the middle of the seat. Take your place, and i'll help you with your seat belt."

He opened the door as she slid over to the middle of the seat. Her dress parted further, barely covering her. Before she was able to adjust it, the driver had placed the seat belt around her and cinched it tight, tighter, as tight as it possibly could go against her stomach. He closed and locked the door, resumed his seat behind the wheel, adjusted the mirror slightly to improve the view, grinned, and pulled away.

"So how much do you cost? How much is he paying for you? Hey when he's done with you I might know somebody who'd like you. You do this for a living? How long have you been turning tricks?" The questions were incessant. So was her silence, as she tried hard to ignore him.

She looked at the as-yet-unopened bottle of water and focused on her need to please him. She recentered herself, twisted off the cap, and began to drink. She wanted to pace herself, not drink too soon, but be certain to have it all gone by the time she was delivered at her Master's door. She lifted the bottle to her lips, tilted her head, thought of his cock there soon, and began to drink.

The gods were on her side. She finished the bottle only 4 minutes before the driver pulled into the driveway of a white stucco house with green shutters. She felt faint from the urgent need to pee and was terrified that she would not make it to the door without losing control of herself.

The driver got out, opened the door, and released the seat belt. He gave the bulb one more squeeze for good measure, and she flashed him a full view of her cunt as she stepped, as gracefully as possible given her condition, out of the limo. She strode toward her destiny and made her way to the back door of her Master's home. Obeying her earlier directions, she shed her shoes, dress and stockings, stored them in the box, and reached in to get her further instructions.

Trembling, she opened the envelope to find a set of three-ended nipple clamps and a letter. She read,

"After you have stripped naked and put everything in the box, lock the padlock, turn the dial one full turn and leave it at "0". Attach one clamp to each nipple and fasten it as tight as you can stand it. Leave the third clamp dangling free for now. I'm sure we'll find some use for it eventually.

"you will see that my back door has been modified, at some expense and difficulty, especially for you. Turn around...you'll see i've installed a doggie door. From this point on, this is how you ... and <U>only</U> you, not the others... will enter my home. you will crawl, ass first, and go through the door backwards until your neck is even with the door itself. you will stay there, on all fours, with your knees spread about 2' apart. you will wait there in that position until your presence is acknowledged.

Enter now."

She attached the clamps and an involuntary soft moan escaped her lips as yet another stimulation was placed on her senses. She lowered herself to the porch and began to back through the door. She nearly yelped as the free end of the clamps caught between the slats of the porch. The humiliation and indignity of this pose blazed through her, yet she knew that her cunt was moist and glistening.

The doggie position seemed to momentarily relieve the incessant pressure of her bladder, but that relief was shortlived. "Pump three times," His voice commanded through the door. She obeyed, nearly fainting with the girth that was steadily expanding her, stretching her, preparing her for his claim.

"Do you need anything slave?"

"Yes Sir"

"And what, may I ask, do you *think* you need?"

"i need you Sir."

"Ahhhh, the politically correct answer. Let me phrase it another way. Do you need to piss, slave?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes, I'm sure you do slave. How was the ride, slave?" His words followed painfully long moments of silence.. moments filled with dread and desire.

"It was long and very difficult, Sir. But i am very glad that i am here Sir."

"Did you enjoy displaying your cunt to the driver? Did you enjoy his questions? Do you feel like the whore that he thinks you are?"

"Yes Sir.. No Sir.. Yes Sir.. please Sir, may i go to the bathroom?" He heard the urgency in her voice and He laughed that very evil laugh that had come to bring her such delight. He waited for a few moments before he spoke again. She squirmed in agony, only her will and His command controlling her body.

"you want to piss, slave?"

"Yes Sir, pleeeeease??"

"Not yet, slave. Tighten your left clamp." She obeyed. "And the right one.. we would not want you feeling off balance, now, would we?" Again, she complied.

"Done Sir."

"you move quickly. you must be motivated to hurry toward something. I would imagine that you really need to piss, don't you slave?"

"Yes Sir."

"Then count to 100, and then beg me to be allowed to piss."

She had never counted so rapidly in her life. He noticed the speed with which she completed her task and commended her on it.. with the exception that he didn't hear her say 42. "Start over... slowly this time, slave."

"One. Two. Three." The words were formed deliberately, slowly and well pronounced so that he would have no question that she had complied with his order.... "ninety-eight, ninety-nine, ONE HUNDRED. Sir.. may i please PLEASE <FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=4>PLEASE <FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=3>be allowed to go to the bathroom?"

"slave, did i say beg to 'go to the bathroom'?"

"Yes Sir."

"Were those my words exactly, slave?"

"No Sir."

"What did I say then?"

"You said "beg to piss Sir... PLEASE may i be allowed to piss, Sir?"

"Ah yes, better. I do believe that *is* what i said.... Okay, piss."

"Sir? Here???? Now?????" Her voice conveyed the utter humilation and shame of such a prospect.

"Piss, slave. Now." She had no way of knowing that he had placed a bucket beneath her, carefully centered to catch that which she released. "And know that you will lap the floor up if necessary. Do you STILL want to piss, slave?"

Sobbing, she replied, "i must Sir... please ... i'm sorrrrrryyyyyyyyy..." and with that wail, she released all that she had held for him. She emptied herself and in doing so, released anything that she held back from him.

The sting of the crop jolted her, and she shook with the mutual pleasure of pissing her bladder and the intense pain of the crop. Over and over, first the right side and then the left.. until, muted, through the door, she heard the words she had longed to hear.

"Come for your Master, slave."

The myriad of swirling sensations.. the pain, the joy at being relieved, the humilation, the command.. overtook her, and her body wretched as an overwhelming orgasm shook her to her very soul. She cared not that she spilled. She cared not that she was degraded and humilated beyond words. Her body sought only release.

She felt a hand wiping her cunt, then reaching for the free end of the clamp. It claimed her clit as he claimed her soul. Pulling it, he drew her inside, all the way through the door.

She knelt before him, still sobbing, gazed at him and said, "Thank you Master."

"Quite an interesting beginning, don't you think, slave???"