In the small shop which was found somewhat off the walk,
Leah looked intently at the little whip which had been placed
on two white cylinder inside the glass case of which she
stood near. A long, slender, leather riding crop. She gazed
at it’s obviously re-crafted leather which gave it a like-new
appearance. One would confuse it for new if the handle was
not adorned with a loving impression of a thumb which had
well used the little whip. The mark instilled upon Leah
to wonder into who’s hands this one little whip had been.
Onto who’s flanks had it whistled before it inflicted pain.
Who’s skin had been embellished by the welts left behind
by it’s slender, leather covered, bamboo.

As Leah viewed the little whip, her mind began to wander
into thoughts of Ian. She remembered the day they’d met.
That perfectly, sunny day. The kind where there are white,
fluffy clouds drifting to and fro. There was a breeze that
day. Soft, gentle, cool. The sun was hot and exotic. She
had been walking alone in the park as she’d done everyday.
Watching the squirrels run and chase. She had sat upon a
bench under a lilac bush. She sat there to allow the sweet
scent to intoxicate her brain and to glide her thus from
reality. “Surely it is this moment at which mine eyes have
gazed upon true beauty.” The first words he’d spoken to
her. In a voice that would melt stone. It was a calm, cool,
proud voice. Her first glimpse upon him. His black hair
shimmering like the feathers of a raven. His skin slightly
tan. As tan as porcelain can be that is. Honey brown eyes
that warmed Leah’s skin more than the sun could ever hope
to be capable of. Lips so perfectly sculpted that even MichelAngelo
hadn’t the talent for.

She was instantly drawn into him. Not drawn to him. Drawn
into him. From that moment, she knew that whatever this
man asked of her, she would do. Not willingly, not gladly,
but ecstatically.

It was several minutes of looking upon each other. Diving
into each other’s eyes. Before he spoke again. There it
was again. That amazing voice. The one Leah will go to her
grave via it ringing into her ears. He introduced himself.
As did she. He kissed her hand. She blushed. He asked her
to dinner that night. She accepted.

It wasn’t but a month later that he shared with her his true
desire for her. He expressed that he’d grown quite fond
of her and, to tell the truth, was completely bewitched
by her. He ran his fingers through her red curls, slightly
tugging at the roots as he did during love making. Each tug
made her loins burn for she could remember the feel of his
thrusts as he pulled on her hair.

Of course, Leah’s heart was captivated the very moment
his voice pierced her very essence. As she expressed to
him in return to his confessions. She explained that his
voice was carried on the wind whenever they were apart.
She told him that he had the ability to weaken her knees and
drive her to the floor in just a spoken word.

With that, Ian smiled and sat her directly in front of him.
He looked acutely into her eyes. He began to vocalize suggestions
out of his mouth that both excited and terrified Leah to
her very being. Things that she knew a free human would never
agree to. Yet, wasn’t she truly free anyway. He’d already
captured her heart, her mind, her womb. These things belonged
to him already. However, now... now Ian was asking her to
make it definite. To give herself over to him completely.
Of course he did not require an answer that very day. He’d
just wanted to plant the idea into her head and cause the
seed of curiosity to grow.

For several months after that, Ian’s love making became
more intense. His wants and desires during sex were to be
met in every way and in every appetite. If Leah refused (which
was rare), Ian would spank her bare buttocks and demand
it of her. His voice, which always set Leah right, had become
more firm. His touch and his grip more profound. All the
while, he would ask her if she would give herself to him.
That he wanted nothing more than her complete submission
to him.

Leah fought with this. She’s been raised to believe women
are to stand up for themselves. That no woman is to be treated
disrespectfully. What Ian was asking of her... and what
she herself longed for... went against everything she’d
ever known. Though, he’d never really been disrespectful
to her. He’d always shown the upmost respect for her and
continually included her opinions in his decisions about
the household. And... What did he really mean by complete
submission anyway. She had already begun to wear the clothes
that he told her to wear. Ones that made her spread thighs
easily accessible to him. Skirts with no panties worn underneath.
Bras with clasps in the front. No matter where they were,
Ian’s hand was on her upper-thigh, middle finger sliding
in and out of her keeping her constantly moist. She agreed
to him buying only the foods that he liked and her cook it
for him. They’d moved in together almost the very week they’d
met. He watched over her as she bathed. Told her how to wear
her hair and make-up. All of these things, and more, she’d
do especially for him because she knew he liked it. What
else was it that he was wanting from her.

Finally, just a few weeks ago, Ian had sat Leah down, again,
and explained just what it was he expected of her. However,
this time, Leah’s heart jumped around with glee. All the
while extremely terrified. Except for the few smacks on
her flanks from her lover, she’d never felt the lash of a
whip. He was telling her that if she gets out of line, he will
be forced to whip her. Telling him no, not listening to him,
being late, disrespecting his friends... all were cause
for the lashings. He would keep a toll of them and at the end
of the day, she would be punished for each and everyone.
That when she decided she was ready, she was to begin training
to be his slave, pure and simple. That every move she made
from then on, was for him. Her hands, her mouth, her eyes,
her loins, all of her would be his to do with what he wished.
That from that moment on, she would no longer have a say about
her own body.

Leah, for the past few weeks thought long and hard about
what it was she was handing over to Ian. Of course she would
do it. Really, hadn’t she already done all this anyway?
Last week Ian asked to spank her, just to show her what she
was in for. Without hesitation, she was on her knees, bent
over a stool, his bare hand smacking hard against her white
cheeks. Each swat harder than the last. All stinging. At
one point, Leah cried out, yet that seemed to cause Ian to
inflict even crueler. He commented several times on how
red her ass had gotten. When he’d finished spanking her,
he’d taken her from behind and in an orifice where he’d rarely
penetrated himself into. Which, of course, made Leah cry
out more. After, Ian laid her on the bed and made love to her
the rest of the night explaining how much he loved her. How
his love would only increase with her being his fully and
completely.

Now, she stood in front of a glass case which held the instrument
that will inflict the final step of submission to Ian. He
was not with her. She was on her work lunch break. Ian had
gotten her a job in an advertising firm. He trusted her to
work. Although, even to work, she wore exactly what he told
her to. She never knew when he’d show up to her office and
demand that she caress him or open herself to him. She had
happened upon this store weeks ago. Before Ian had made
his final confessions of what he’d desired from her. She’d
seen the little whip several times. Imagined it’s bite.
Today was the day she chose whether to buy the little whip
or not. She knew that buying this for Ian would turn him from
lover to Master the second it was placed into his hands.
Leah would never be allowed to call Ian by his name again.
He would demand another, more appropriate title, to be
spoken from her lips. If he allowed her to speak at all that
is. Presenting this to Ian would surly take Leah over that
edge of which there is no climbing back out of. So she stood
pondering.

Was she ready?

It would please Ian beyond imagination for Leah to give
herself to him. The constant smile in his eyes. The constant
rise of his cock whenever she was bent over or chained and
receiving it’s cut. The way he would make love to her after
and tell her how much he loved her. The ringing of his voice
repeating “Mine!” in her ears. The pounding of her heart
and the moisture between her legs gave her the answer without
delay.

She was ready.

Leah bought the little whip. She called into work and let
them know she would not return that day. She went home directly
and begun to prepare the house, and herself for the dedication
and vow she would make that evening when Ian got home. She
bathed and perfumed just the way Ian liked her. Left her
hair down. Ian loved her hair down. He would yank on it while
he bent her over and entered her from behind. His hands were
constantly playing in her hair as he was on top of her. Pulling
it in unison of each of his thrusts. Leah found a black lace
choker ornamented with a single pearl which hung in the
center and put it round her neck. The pearl sat right in the
cleft of her neck and shoulder bones. Yes, that looked close
to a collar and the pearl it’s tag. She found matching bracelets.
They gave the illusion of cuffs. She put on some black, lacy
shoes with heavy heals. The shoes forced her buttocks to
accentuate and her body to show itself in an alluring way.
Leah stood and went to the closet to find something suitable
to wear when she caught her reflection in her large three
way mirror. How vulnerable she appeared. Naked, open,
free. No, no clothes. She would present herself naked to
her lover. All that was left was for her to wait for Ian’s
key to turn in the door and for him to enter.

Not more than an hour had gone by and, just as she’s expected,
the key turned and his robust figure entered into the house
dressed in his normal work clothes. A silk Itallian suit,
tailored especially for him. He wore suits all of the time.
One would think he did so because his job required it or because
he looked good in them. However, Leah knew he wore them because
they made him look more domineering and masterful. Ian
called out for her. She answered to let him know where she
was. He walked through the foyer which lead to the living
room, rounded the corner and entered through it’s arched
doorway removing his tie and unbuttoning the top button
of his shirt. The site he saw stopped his hand from unbinding
anymore buttons. There before him, in the center of the
lush room, a naked and exposed Leah. Sitting up on her knees
with a little whip laying in her open palms which were raised
in a giving position. She was wearing but a lace choker graced
with a single pearl, bracelets to match, the shoes he’d
bought her a while back, and an expression that spoke volumes.
The nipples of her breasts were emphasized with rouge,
as was it’s cleft. Her thighs were also accentuated and
Ian could smell the perfume with a hint of earthy musk. A
smell he knew all too well. When Ian’s eyes finally met hers,
Leah gazed at him and spoke.

“I present myself unto you, my Lord, to do with as you wish.
My hands, my mouth, my loins, my body, and my heart, they
all are now yours.” She lifted the little whip a bit higher.
“Please accept this gift as a symbol of my vow which I have
spoken unto you.. May you use it as you see fit.”

Leah shivered with terror as to what would come next. Ian
saw this and recognized it. The fear in her eyes. It both
stimulated him and angered him. “Sit still!” He took a step
towards her and watched as she held back the flinch. “Sit
still, I said”. He leaned down and reached out his long arm.
With his large hand, he cupped one of her breasts. With the
other, held the nape of her neck, forcing her head back.
He leaned further and with his lips barely touching hers.
She could feel his hot breath. His hand went from her breast,
down her tummy, and plunged a finger deep into her. She let
out a moan which was captured into his lips. “You declare
yourself completely unto me?”

Gasping, Leah whispered “Yes, Sir!”

Ian removed his hand from her, licked his finger, and took
the whip from Leah’s out stretched palms. “Put your hands
to your sides.”

Leah did as was commanded of her.

Ian undid his suit pants and let them drop to his knees revealing
his fully erect penis. He, himself never ware anything
under his pants. For the same reason he’d told Leah not to
wear panties. “Open your mouth!” His voice was heavy and
breathless.

Again, Leah did what was commanded of her.

Ian slipped his thick, heavy cock into her mouth. He held
fast to the back of Leah’s neck to keep her head back and mouth
open. His other hand took a tight grip of the hair on the top
of her head to keep it still. Leah felt the handle of the whip
pressed to her scalp. At first he dipped slowly. Letting
her mouth become very wet around him. Then he commenced
to thrust into it, hitting the back of her throat, gagging
her on occasion. He let out a loud grunt and removed himself
from Leah’s mouth only to release himself all over her lips,
neck, breast and stomach. He let his seed flow onto her like
rain. Some landed on her thighs. Her arms. Her hands.

Ian let go of Leah’s hair and neck only to clasp her shoulders.
In his gasps he repeated the words, “Mine... You are mine”.

Leah repeated, “I am yours, Sir”.

Ian stood up straight, pulled his pants up and fastened
them. He looked at Leah, who’s eyes were full of love, lust,
fear, terror, adornment, and wonder. He glanced upon the
silk, white semen he’d just spilt all over his new possession.
He spoke with pride. “I have just marked you as mine. As a
beast marks his territory in the woods.. From this point
on, all you say or do will be allowed only by me.” He continued
to explain just what it was, in full, that which he expected
from now on. She was right in her assumption earlier, she
would never be allowed to address him by his name. She would
either call him Lord or Master. In public she would address
his as “Sir”. As a matter of fact, Leah would no longer be
permitted to speak unless lured by Ian’s allowance of it.
Even then, it must only be “Yes Sire, or No Sire”. Everything
must be followed with “Lord”, “Master”, or “Sir”. He walked
around her and pushed her over. Brought her arms in front
of her and made her bend over to where her cheek rested on
the floor. Leah’s round buttocks were thus higher than
her head. Ian forced Leah’s legs slightly apart exposing
both of her underside orifices, making her even more uncomfortable.
Leah felt his hands gliding all over her backside. Nails
digging into her skin. He spoke on her body more as a pleasure
toy than a human skin. Sized Leah up like a horse getting
ready for racing. A finger slid into her pussy. She gasped.
Ian laughed. His fingers moved to her ass and slipped into
it. Leah then moaned. Again, Ian laughed. Then she felt
the whip upon her. He was tickling it over her skin. It’s
roughness both tickled and chafed. “This whip represents
my love for you, Leah. It will both tickle you and chafe you.
I will use this whip upon your flanks and ass often to help
you not forget my love for you and your vow to me.” He slid
the whip all over her body. Over the back. Around her sides.
Onto her breasts which hung exposed and whose tips grazed
the rough carpeted floor which irritated them and caused
them to harden. The whip returned to her back and to her backside.
It snuck it’s way to her inner thighs and up the pat of her
buttocks. Ian departed the whip from her body. Minutes,
which seemed like days, went by. Leah felt Ian’s eyes on
her. Felt as they penetrated to her essence. Then came the
whistle Leah had feared since the day she’d laid eyes on
the little whip. The very sound that heralded utter agony.
The calling that demanded her total devotion in order to
endure. Suddenly there it was. The pain. The condemnation
of that blessed and holy instrument. The sanctified object
that held Leah’s vows and now administered her Master’s
love.

Leah let out a scream that would deafen the world. She broke
her nails as she clawed into the carpet beneath her. Never,
in all her life, in all her imagining, in all her expectations,
did she think it would feel like this. The anguish resounded
through her body and shivered her bones. It wasn’t but a
minute until the second whistle announced. Leah tried
bracing herself, yet could not. Again Leah howled and wailed.
She lay clutching the carpet best she could. This... this
implement of her vows and Ian’s love. This is what she herself
had chosen. Handed it to her Sir willingly. Gave into his
hands the right to do what he was now doing. She despised
the retched thing at this moment. Hated it. Loathed it’s
bite. And held more respect for it than ever. She felt the
welts beginning to grow. She wondered what color they were
turning. She wondered how long she would feel this sting.
A tinge of pride went through Leah’s mind and soul right
about then. She knew that she would be feeling this for weeks.
Pain that will serve as a constant reminder of this night’s
vow to her Lord. Her pride bubbled and blossomed. She spoke.
The only words repeating in her very substance. “I am yours,
my Lord”.

Leah felt Ian’s hands upon her burning ass. His hands both
annoyed and soothed the affliction. He knelt with one knee
on either side of her backside. His pants were lowered making
his knees bare. He leaned over her sliding his hands up her
back, along her arms, and down to her hands at which point
he intertwined his fingers with hers. The whip was still
in his right hand and it’s handle was between his palm and
the back of Leah’s hand. He had opened his shirt completely
which granted his bare skin to press against Leah’s. He
kissed the back of her neck and confided loving words through
a voice, which to Leah, was now the voice of God. Except to
ease his again hardened cock into her pussy, he barely moved
so that his skin would not depart from her’s. Her buttocks
burned at each slight thrust. She moaned from both pleasure
and agony.