[Non-Fiction] 365 days of real slavery story (Taken from novel by SM Kira, 'Played & Punished')

[slave2100]

Into the world of master Jack


‘Ah….’ I moan in pain as I try to lift myself, but my body is just too tired, hurt.
It’s not that I am weak, infact, I am young and beautiful, just twenty-one, but if someone has been kept captive in a box, and tortured like animals just a few hours ago, she won’t be herself for a long time. My eyes are still red with streaks of tears still in my cheeks. All night I couldn’t rest or take a nap. I am still in my room, the wooden box, slightly bigger than a coffin, shuddering, lying naked with marks of whips in my belly and of cane in my butts. This is the first time in my whole life when I have been so inhumanly treated, caned like prisoners, whipped, and even given electrical shocks on most sensitive parts of my body. It was because of the harsh caning and whipping on my body that didn’t let me sleep. In the box, I failed to find a perfect position where none of the hurtful marks got pressed against the floor, so I had to change my sleeping positions at regular intervals. Now I can’t complain, nor can I run form this life. I am a slave now and this is my life.

Well, I have no one to blame than me, because it was my stubbornness that has lead me to this life, a slave’s life. Yes, I like being whipped, a little, but caning was not what I asked for. A slight humiliation was also in my bucket list but public humiliation was not my choice. I guess that’s the difference between BDSM & the life of a slave. Living a slave’s life even for a day is way harder and ugly than what it looks in porn and books. I wonder if I had made the right choice but it doesn’t matter anymore. As per the agreement, now I am bond to live this life for atleast 52 weeks.

I wonder what time is it. All I can see is a dim light from the small peephole above me, on the top of the wooden box, I am lying into. That’s coming from outside and I can say its morning already. I guess my master is still in slumbers, unaware of my sobs and pain. It’s so mean and inhuman to treat a girl like this but I won’t blame him. He is exactly like he described himself, rude, selfish, and a man without heart, just like any other master who owns a slave like me. I could’ve begged him for mercy, but he didn't permit me to speak.

Yes, I am a slave now, and he is my master. I will have to obey him and follow orders, else I’ll be punished the same way, every day. Well, it was only a day before when my beautiful body had clothes, when my lips had a smile, when eyes were filled with excitement and heart with desire.
I remember those moments when I met Mr. Jack for the first time. It was yesterday morning when I met him for the first time. He looked so kind but bold at first look, a little old but tall and muscular, almost like some bodybuilder, instructor of a gym.

'Good morning master' I greeted with my cute girly smile as I saw him waiting for me at the bus stand.

He didn’t greet me back but checked me out for once. I was in a white, half wrist-top, and a purple knee-length skirt. He checked me out for a few seconds and then replied with a half-smile, like professionals, like some dominant boss. After the agreement, I traveled to his place on a bus with a bag full of my necessary stuff as clothes, makeup, pads, etc.

‘What’s in the bag?’ he asked, trying to sneak into it.

Being near him was not as easy as I imagined. Although I was excited, I was also scared, a little out of breath. He is almost double my size, double my strength. Being a slave to a man like him will be unimaginably tough.
Sexual assault, torture, tears, blood! I knew what was waiting for me. I could hardly imagine how I could take the pain from a man of this size, this strength. Even a slap in my face from that heavy palm could make me unconscious for hours, what if that hand tortures me from some whipping instrument or cane. What if he ties me up and tries to push his bone inside my inexperienced parts, can I even bear it?

‘Are you deaf? I asked you a question’ he asked, a little annoyed by my uncalled silence.

While I was lost in thoughts, I completely forgot the question he asked. Well, his deep frustrated voice gave me Goosebumps. I felt I did a crime, some felony, and will have to bear the pain later.

‘My stuff, master’ I immediately replied, opening the chain, showing what the bag had.

He took a quick look and understood everything. As I had to be at his place for twelve months, I bought stuff accordingly. There were almost a dozen tops, skirts, bikinis, and other belongings a girl of my age needs.

‘Poor girl! Those clothes? What use will that be?’ he said, smiling sarcastically, and I looked at him with a blank expression, trying to understand the meaning of his smile.

Yes, I remember that smile and then my goosebumps. Soon after, I figured his meaning, and all of a sudden my heart pounded. While packing I forgot that I wasn’t going on some vacation but into a life where my choice or happiness will hardly matter. I was going to be someone’s slave, where the master will drive my life, my choice, and almost everything about me other than breathing.

‘Ohk. Let’s see when and how those cloths will be used’ he added, and immediately held my hand like holding some baggage, as I belonged to him.

Yes, now I was his property and like some briefcase, he escorted me out of the bus stand, towards his car. As he opened his black car, I kept my bag in the back and stood there in silence, looking at my master.

‘I know you’re untrained but you should atleast know that while standing still, slave’s eyes must be down, hands must be behind back. It’s called discipline’ he said, looking at the way I was standing.

I was embarrassed by my posture. Even though I knew that, I didn’t care to follow. Well, what should I say, I am pretty new at this.

‘Sorry master’ I said and stood as he said.

‘Sorry won’t help you anymore, girl. In my world, mistakes lead to punishment. Well, you’ll come to know everything’ he said.

I didn’t utter a word and kept my eyes down as he said.

‘Come on now, go in the front seat and sit quietly’ he ordered.

I nodded and did the same. He took his cell phone out, texted something, and got in the car. I didn’t dare to look at him but kept my eyes down all the time. Then, all of a sudden, he blindfolded me with an eye mask. I wondered the reason for that but soon I figured. He didn’t want to let me know where I was being taken. He didn’t want to show me the way to his place. Well, that’s understandable because slavery is illegal.

As some minutes passed, I could feel the silence all around the road. Although blindfolded, I could sense we left the town and was in the middle of someplace in the countryside. There weren’t any sounds of horns or other vehicles. I was alone, on my own, traveling to an unknown destination with a stranger. As scary that sounds, it’s even scarier in real because I am a girl, without much experience of life or men. I hope I could survive these 12 months.