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You Are My Slave (Peter King)

You Are My Slave by Peter King

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Eighteen-year-old Paul is left to live with the twenty-five year old woman his father had been living with before he passed away while only in his forties.

His anger at losing his father at so young an age, and being left with the gold-digging woman, is focused upon the conniving woman. After learning of some of the things she has done in the past, and avoiding her sexual advances, he decides that he should turn her greedy and deviant desires against her, ensnaring her in a trap that is as intoxicating as it is inescapable.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 2 / 2019

No. words: 47750

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Sex Slavery / Training

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Chapter 1: Patience Pays Off

His father always taught him to make a plan and then work the plan. It was advice that Paul was truly appreciating at this moment, as he watched what his hidden camera was recording. Barb, the woman his father had been living with, had brought home one of her students, Joey Ferguson, for some private ‘tutoring.’ She was a high school teacher, only twenty-five years old, but Joey was just eighteen. What they were doing behind her locked bedroom door could be considered ‘tutoring,’ but law enforcement might have viewed it differently.
Paul had expected her to do something like this, especially after he had snubbed her advances toward him. It started when his father was diagnosed with Cancer and was hospitalized. She first tried to console him, he was eighteen at the time, but what she really wanted had appalled him. The Cancer was diagnosed far too late, and in just a few short months his father was gone, leaving him alone with Barb. She tried to seduce him on numerous occasions, but his feeling that she had used his father for his money kept him from succumbing to her attempts.
Paul never knew his mom, she had died in childbirth, and his dad raised him alone, at least until she arrived. Paul was fifteen when they met, dad was forty-three and she was twenty years his junior, young enough to be his sister. He really could not blame his dad, he had been alone for a long time and she was extremely sexy.
Despite how young his father was when Paul was born, he still managed to make a good life for them. He was a technical wizard, just like Paul was now, and he parlayed his expertise into a lucrative consulting business. Before he was forty, the business had grown so profitable, that he sold it to a large firm and partially retired. He remained with the company as a high level consultant, who handled major issues that only he could handle. Suffice it to say that financially they had no concerns.
After dad passed away and the will was read, Paul realized how his father never anticipated this occurrence and how Barb could screw him. They did have a legal agreement, but it only took effect if she left him, which she did not do. Now, though he was slated to inherit his dad’s estate, she had control until he was twenty-one. In the months following his death, the way she spent money told Paul that his inheritance was in jeopardy. Sure she kept her job, but what was occurring right now indicated it was so she could find ‘youthful’ partners to seduce, not to earn a living.
The plan he developed, which was rapidly coming to fruition as his DVR recorded the tryst occurring in her bedroom right now, started when he found a locked chest in the basement. It was in a dark corner, covered with a tarp when he discovered it. Inside there was a large assortment of restraints, whips, and sex toys. There was also a box full of DVDs made by his father, which he confirmed after finding the hidden camera in his dad’s room, the same one he was using now.
Apparently his dad liked to play kinky games with Barb, tying her up, flogging her, and using her in demeaning sexual ways. At first he was shocked, but as he watched them he started to get aroused, finally seeing a way he would be happy to use Barb himself. He considered using the videos as blackmail, but he wanted something stronger to coerce her cooperation. By avoiding her advances, he hoped she would pursue another kid, which she was doing right now. Smiling as he watched Barb mount and fuck her student, he knew it was time to introduce her to what he intended for her.
The next day Paul was sitting in the living room, watching an edited version of last night’s encounter in Barb’s bedroom. Over the last couple of months, while he was making preparations for today, he became an avid student of S&M. He read DeSade and other more modern devotees of the subjugation of women, learning the methods and protocols of training a sex slave. He wanted to take what his father dabbled in to a level of complete and total domination, to make Barb pay a severe price for how she tried to take advantage of him and his dad.
Barb was driving home after school alone, actually expecting Joey to arrive later. She was proud of herself; he would do nicely as her sex toy, she thought. She picked him because he was cute, but an awkward social outcast, a nerd. She still had plans for Paul, expecting to eventually seduce him and gain full control of David’s wealth.
She had resigned herself to spending years submitting to his father’s kinky desires, the things he made her do were still hard to accept. She never warmed up to the games he played, but to live with his money she was willing to accommodate him. His unfortunate death was sad, but a nice little bonus in her mind. Paul’s aversion to her was understandable, but she was banking on his hormones taking control eventually. Joey was a risk, but she needed some outlet until Paul came around.
As she drove, she rolled her long-term plans through her mind, knowing she had a few years to see them through. In just a month Lyssa would turn eighteen and leave her foster home. She missed her sister and would soon have her back, still angry that she could not liberate her sooner, even after marrying David and eliciting his help. Her two arrests for prostitution, an occupation she plied while getting her teaching degree, precluded her from getting custody of her sister. If David had not shown up, she likely would have still been waiting tables and selling her pussy to make ends meet.
Now she just had to keep her little affair with Joey out of Paul’s sight, like last night when she took him to her room only after Paul was locked in his room, as he did every night. Since it was Friday and Paul told her he was going away for the weekend with friends, she was excited to have Joey ready for a weekend of sexual exploration. She liked young men just learning their own sexuality; they were easy to manipulate. She pulled into the driveway, hoping Paul would leave tonight, her pussy barely satisfied as Joey barely lasted two minutes last night. Younger men were malleable, but took time to gain enough stamina to satisfy her lust.
She entered the house oblivious to how all her plans were about to come crashing to a halt. She heard moans coming from the living room and walked in to find Paul watching the TV. When she saw what was on the screen she dropped her purse, stunned at the scene on the set.
“What the hell is this Paul?” she demanded, stepping between Paul and the screen.
Paul paused the video, looked up at her and said, “Just watching you seduce Joey. How many laws did you break doing that?” was his simple retort.
She turned and ejected the disc from the player, snapping it in two, and then turned back to Paul. She tried to control her anger and said, “You don’t understand sweetie, I would rather be with you, but you rejected me and I am so lonely.”
Ignoring her attempt to seduce him again, he said, “That disc isn’t the only copy, there are half a dozen other copies of the video stored in remote storage computers. Every day I need to enter a password protected order to keep them from being sent to your school Principal and the Chief of police. So take a seat and listen to what I have planned for you.”
That comment hit her like a baseball bat to the face, suddenly realizing this boy was up to something devious. She sat in a chair facing him, now terrified what his intent might be, and she asked, “What do you want Paul?”
“You know what, that is not the only video I have of you. My dad had a collection of discs from your time with him before he got sick. You are a very sexy woman, especially how you were with him,” he said, smiling at the nervous woman.
That bit of news rattled Barb more than the video of Joey, now seeing the hunger in Paul’s eyes. “You liked the games we played? I would be happy to perform for you too Paul, all you had to do is ask,” she replied, hoping her willing cooperation would deflect his apparent intent.
“There’s more to it than that Barb, don’t think that I have not noticed how you like to spend dad’s money, MY money! That is not a game, nor is what I intend for you. From here on out you will do as I say when I say. If not I will deliver the videos, which will cost you your job, probably send you to jail, and most importantly disconnect you from my money,” he said, the look in his eyes becoming more sinister.
“I have decided that you might just make a fine sex slave for me, but only under my terms. If you choose to disobey in any way, then I will destroy your life. As far as I am concerned you are no more than a gold digger and only your total submission to me can help to change my mind. Now, are you ready to accept becoming my slave, or should I send those videos out?” he finally asked.
She stared at Paul, he no longer looked like an awkward boy and he was exuding an air of power that surprised her. It also scared her, he was an adolescent and that meant he was in a state of change. What if he changed his mind? Worse yet, what if he liked this role too much? She was between a rock and a hard place, with no idea how to scheme her way out of it.
So, in order to bide her time, she said, “Please don’t send the videos, I will do whatever you want.”
“Good, now stand up and strip for me, slowly so I can enjoy the show,” he replied.
As she stood she accepted the fact that she had no choice, she would have to abase herself to Paul. At least for now, she thought she had a real chance of seducing him and turning him back to her design. He was young and inexperienced sexually and her history told her she could sway him just like all the others.
She removed her jacket and blouse first, her 36D cup breasts barely contained by her simple white bra. She unzipped and slid her skirt off before shimmying out of her pantyhose and shoes, leaving her just wearing panties and bra. His look told her that he was waiting for the rest, so she slid her arms through her bra straps, before releasing the clasp in her cleavage and exposing her hefty tits. Then she slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, letting them fall to her ankles before stepping out of them.
He looked at her naked body, seeing it for the first time in the flesh. The videos did not do justice to her fine form. She stood five-foot seven inches tall, with long auburn hair that draped down to her shoulder blades. Her tits were awesome, he thought, so large, yet firm with her pink nipples pointing upward. Her bush was a fiery red, yet sparsely covered, her puffy sex lips clearly visible between her legs. Oh he wanted to fuck her right here, but he remained resolved to follow his plan through.
He handed her the phone and said, “Call Joey and cancel your plans for this weekend, make a good excuse.”
She did as she was told, telling her boy toy that a family emergency came up and she would talk to him next week. Standing there naked in front of Paul and talking to Joey gave her a strange sensation, feeling like a puppet rather than a person. When she had convinced Joey, eager for more of the fun he had last night, she hung up and stared at Paul.
“Turn around and show me your ass Barb,” he said, taking the phone from her while enjoying the power he felt.
She turned, feeling ashamed and exposed under his lustful gaze, waiting for her moment. She felt that once she gave him a good orgasm or two he would quickly fall under her spell, she just needed to maneuver herself into that situation. She heard him stand up and step behind her, so she jutted her ass out to rub against his crotch.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he said.
She reached behind her back, trying to find his pants to massage his cock through them. Instead she was surprised as he quickly locked her wrists into a pair of handcuffs. She twisted and spun around, but her wrists were now trapped in the metal bracelets. She stared at him, anger starting to flare up, but she fought it back, realizing how disadvantaged she was now.
“Paul, why are you doing this? I will do what you want, you don’t need to handcuff me,” she said, trying to sound sexy and alluring.
He smiled and said, “I’m sure you would like to get into my pants as quickly as possible, but I’m not ready yet and neither are you. Now I have plans for you tonight, so follow me.”
He walked to the basement door and opened it, ushering her through it. He followed her down into the dark room, having prepped it for the beginning of her training. He was smart enough to know that he had to show her who was really the boss before he took his pleasure. He knew she would not expect what he planned and he hoped it would send the message he intended. At least he had two days to get her in the right frame of mind before he sent her back to work. His plan required her to continue with a normal outward appearance and he had devised a way to do just that, but for tonight he was going to enjoy making her suffer.


Well Done! Couldn't stop reading it. Grabs the reader attention right away and doesn't let go. All of his work is excellent and thought provoking. 5 out of 5 (sbp65)

I've discovered an author I love in Peter King. "My Stepmother, My Slave" is one of the reasons. Paul's stepmother Barb, intends to cheat him out of his inheritance by the time he comes of age (21) in three years. Discovering this, he plots to turn the tables on her, using videos he made of her seducing one of her students under the age of 18 (all that is off screen, as it were). His program to turn her into a willing slave is well documented and very believable. The sex and BDSM is hot and the story quite good. You can't go wrong with this book. 5 out of 5 (dweaver999)

a well written, and innovative, with excellent description of the master creating his slaves. 5 out of 5 (kh22)

Had some good ideas, but they weren’t developed. The writing was rather tiresome just describing this happened, then that happened, Overall, rather mundane. 4 out of 5

Author Information

A specialist in the art form of training slaves, Peter King is a great new author we welcomed to A1AdultEbooks in 2008.

After 25 years of living and playing with some lovely submissive women I started writing about the dynamic of the M/s relationship. My books are about the the numerous ways a woman can be dominated and trained by a determined man, and whether consensual or not, they are all about how she can be transformed by the experience. Many of my characters are mirrors of the women I have interacted with over the years in the lifestyle.


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