Drunken Mistake
 

I woke up tied to the bed. I stared at the ceiling. The last thing I remember is having sex with a beautiful woman.

She walked towards me, naked. She kissed my cheek. "Hey, honey."

"It was a one night stand." I mutter. "That's all it will ever be."

She laughed, "You agreed to be mine girly." She rubbed my clit. "You signed a contract and everything."

I struggled against the ropes. "I refuse!" I'm an independent woman, I will not be property.

"It's legalized." She turned around and opened a dresser drawer.

Next thing I knew, a paper was in front of my face with my signature.

I read it, I signed my rights away. I cursed myself for my act of stupidity. I should've known better than to sign something while drunk.

Then it hit me. I'm property.

She looked into my eyes, "I knew you would understand." She paused, "Like you have a choice."

She untied me. "All hail to your Mistress."

I rolled my eyes which got met with a slap to the face. "You will respect me. Any disrespect earns you a punishment."

She put a collar on me. The collar was used by society to know if one is owned.

Trying to posses a owned slave is punishable by death so the collar is a requirement.

That made it official. Dammit!

She attached a leash. "All fours. You aren't worthy of walking any other way."

I got on my hands and knees. So humiliating. Everything looked so big. My Mistress was so much taller.

I walked with her, god the floor was so rough. Stupid concrete!

We were outside after a short amount of time. It felt weird, being outside naked and on all fours on a fucking leash.

She stopped. Letting people look and if they wanted, pet me.

Having people's hands slide across my back was humiliating. Especially knowing I had no choice but to let it happen.

"Such a good girl."

I stayed silent meeting my ass with a slap, I yelped. "You thank me when I compliment you."

"Th--ank you, Mistress." Last time I get drunk, I thought, like it mattered anyway.

I had a feeling that my thoughts won't be my own, anymore.

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She walked me to a park, after the petting was done. Seeing the human-pets was comforting in a way. At least I wasn't the only one.

"Stand." I stood up.

She started walking which pulled on my leash causing me to yelp, I ran desperately trying to keep up with her.

I found myself in front of a man. I hid behind my Mistress which caused her tug my leash.

I walked in front of her. She smiled, "My slave needs inspected for the fucking games."

Fucking games? Wait what?

I stayed silent. "Sure. I will take her leash. I can see her bush from here." My face turned red. "That will need shaved, want me to go ahead and shave her?"

"Yes, please. Feel free to flog her for having the hair.

That is unacceptable."

"But-" I was meant with another slap to the face.

"But what?" I opened my mouth to speak but didn't get a word out. "But nothing.

You do what I say without protest and that is final!"

What was her problem? I did nothing to her.

"No protest. Good." She slapped my right asscheek, I yelped.

"Why?"

She slapped my asscheek once again. "You know damn well, why!"

I started crying, I didn't. I knew better than to speak.

"All fours." I did as she said. "Make her presentable and inform me of any violations.

She will be punished thoroughly for any violations."

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I found myself in a private room with a single bed, a bath, and a sink.

The man took out a razor. "Let's take care of that bush. You let yourself go, girly."

"I have the right-" he slapped my face.

"So cute. You believe you have rights. You signed them away."

I stayed silent and laid on the bed and spread my legs so he had full access to my pussy.

It wasn't worth protesting anymore.

He started shaving. When he was done, he picked up the hair and laughed, "You have enough for me to make a sweater, how disgusting."

I cringed. That was my body, and he chose to comment on how I kept it!

He lifted my arms and started shaving. "You missed so many spots." My face blushed.

He then went to my legs. "Guess missing hair is common from you."

He smiled, "Now to see how open you are."

He inserted a finger in my freshly shaved pussy, I moaned. "Kinda loose.

A true sign of a slut."

I blushed. He slapped my face, "Roll over."

Crying, I rolled over. As many slaps there, my face was surely bruised.

Something entered my ass. The thrusting assured me it was a cock. I never had a cock inside me before.

He was gentle, at least. "A little tight. You can't enter the fucking games without that being easier to get into."

Good!

I felt something being put inside me, it was short and hard, certainly not a cock.

I felt it twisting. "That should help loosen you up."

He slapped my right asscheek. "Stand."

I scooted off the bed and stood with my back to him.

He grabbed my hair, "Barely grab-able." He walked around, my neck twisting as he hasn't let go of my hair. "You need work, your the worst slut I seem yet."

My neck was sore. I pleaded with my eyes.

He let go. "Your Mistress won't be pleased."

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He took me outside, "Your slave is the worst I seen, I plugged her to help her ass problem."

My Mistress yanked my leash towards her.

"I also shaved her. I suggest a through punishment for her horrible upkeep."

"Upkeep?" I was not an fucking object!

I was slapped once again, "Did I tell you to speak?"

"No Mistress."

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It's a little short but all I got atm. Take it or leave it.

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I was home, "You embarrassed me, you spoke when told not to and can't even manage simple upkeep."

"Sor-" She slapped my face, "You're not sorry, bitch."

She was right, I wasn't. She knew this would happen and did it anyway.

I didn't even want this. I started to cry.

"Crying wont get you out of this, bitch."

I wasn't trying to get out of it. Though, I did want the torture to end.

My face was slapped.

Shit, "Yes, Mistress." I said through sobs.

She grabbed a flogger and some rope.

She pointed to the table, "Bend over."

I bent over the table, she then tied my hands to the side opposite from the one I was on then my legs to the table legs beside me.

She cracked the flogger on my ass. I yelped. "There's 100 more where that came from, count bitch.

Miss one, we start over."

A flogger cracked on my skin, "One." One out of 100 and I was already in pain.

"That was two, start over!"

Shit, I thought, at least it was at the beginning and not at the end.

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"One." She whipped me harder as I sobbed. "Two."

At 100, my ass was raw. She left me there, bent over the table, helpless, exposed. I was crying from the burning sensation on my asscheeks.

She stood in front of my forcefully bowed head and pulled her pants down and forced her ass on it, "Lick it clean."

I licked her ass which tasted disgusting and like shit. It covered my nose, leaving me unable to breath.

I couldn't push her away so I licked her clean, with extra effort cause I knew that was the only way she would let me breath.

She turned around, "Now to help you be fucking games material."

I really wouldn't mind not being cut out for that.

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