A Cuckquean Slave’s Odyssey: Part 1 - The Abyss Awaits

[jo****]

(TRIGGER WARNING)

her early transformation in her slavery was dramatic. Raven-haired, slender and conventionally attractive. she was a sweet forty-year-old. Lightly educated, with a sexy but reticent playboy bunny for a mother, she had a traumatic childhood that is best not spoken of. Recently divorced, she had been dating, but fulfilment she did not find. she was the kind of girl you might notice in a crowd but not turn your head to glance at twice. her face, in ernest, wore her girlish smile less often than a woman flasher victimised an unsespecting male bystander. That was until she met her Sire and he systematically set out to transform her into a proper slave for himself. It was a total overhaul. Out went her old underwear, wardrobe and how she viewed and carried herself. her Sire rebuilt her from the ground up, made her lose weight, get in shape for him and taught her how to be attractive and alluring. she had rules, positions, rituals and tasks. slowly but surely her mind was bound into shape. she got to a point that her colleagues complimented her daily and she turned heads everywhere she went. she was the proverbial phoenix raised from the ashes by the fire of her Sire’s desire for her. she was built in his image, but hell-bent on sabotaging and derailing herself.

Today was 7 years since she first encountered her Sire on the kinks app. It had been a rocky journey after her initial good start but she had processed through to still be around. she got dressed as per the instructions she was given. A flimsy lacey black bra held up her now 47-year-old tits. They would still have made a girl half her age proud to have and her Sire fancied them. The bra showed off her perky teats that had once breastfed her now adult daughter azbe. It was a strange name, and a rearrangement of hers - zabe. Her high-waisted panties matched her bra in lacey design and had the effect of elongating her lean swimmer's legs and slender waist. she tucked her hair over one ear and brought it behind the back of her head and rested it over her breast. she had been wearing this, her Sire’s preferred style, since she encountered him. her flimsy and highly revealing, recently purchased, black dress was soft to the touch. her Sire liked her in subtle high quality flowy fabric. The dress showed off her tits and body to perfection. Slavish voluptuousness was the ambition and the dress delivered. It was A-lined, cuts out at the side of her waist and stopped short of her knees. she wore expensive silken stockings which she suspected probably would not last the night and a floral baby doll perfume with a lingering hint of juniper and musk. Black patent leather high heels and a tiny glittering silver clutch completed her and matched her large-hooped-pornstar-earrings which hinted to the world that she was an on demand slut for her Sire. she had been recently stripped of her ***r which was her day slave collar, because she tended to use only 2 brain cells, but was told to bring it along in her clutch. she wondered why. Her mouth and pussy were desperately moist, her clit excited, her ass eager to please if desired and her heart rate was elevated at the thought.

she thought of her ex-hubby habe and how disappointing he had been in recognizing and satisfying her needs. Unlike habe, she knew with her Sire she was going to get used and ***d, and certainly degraded, humiliated and disregarded too. But she did not know how. Her best friend dafny had told her to be wary of her Sire, but secretly dafny had been courting her Sire without informing her. Thankfully her Sire did not like piggies. her Sire had told her to make reservations for three at a nice restaurant and turn up at her Sire’s hotel room beforehand to fix him pre-dinner drinks. So she had called her friend Danny and made reservations at his new spanking steakhouse out by the beach.

Fixing drinks for her Sire always made her nervous. she had been dry after a driving incident in her post ***s and could not sample the drinks she had been taught to fix her Sire. Furthermore, her Sire was as exacting with his drinks as he was with his slaves. So, she had learnt years ago it was better not to second guess her Sire, ask at the risk of ridicule and do precisely as he told her. so she figuratively put aside the Masters' degree she had now achieved under Sire’s supervision and her highly regarded job as a psychologist and left the house as Sire's obedient on-demand slave.

As she drove, her mind coasted through her heavenly highs and hellish lows with her Sire which were marked by what she was allowed to call her Sire depending on her status. she had never had the pleasure of referring to Sire as her Master and was often relegated to calling him Mister. It made her feel pathetic and hurt her but she knew it was for the better. Looking back the highs had been her Sire’s orchestrations and the lows had been her inadequacies self-sabotaging herself and the dynamics. she had over the years realised her overall progress had been ***fully slow. In her first couple of years of slave training with her Sire she had barely progressed pass her Rule 2 and Position 2, had been inconsistent in her daily rituals and struggled to manage her education as a mature student, her work, her family and her fulfill her purpose towards her Sire above all else. she was punished severely, degraded, ignored, humiliated and embarrassed. But, she knew underlining it, was love. Her sense of self-respect and dignity had been stripped, her mind reworked to the point she had lost almost all idea of where she ended and her Sire began.

she had hated it at times, resisted often and even tried to run away, but she always kept comming back to her Sire like a loyal bitch in heat. her Sire had told her that self-respect and worth was for her work and because of her propensity her Sire often called her worthless. But at the deepest levels of her being she adored every single thing her Sire had done to her and for her. she was lower than her toilet and definitely below the dirt on the floor, but yet to hit bottom. The truth was she absolutely loved her Sire and how he treated her, but was conflicted by her idiotic brain and what society had implanted in her head. she always wished Sire would disregard her and do as he wished with her. And when he felt like it he did. Often she was useless in addition to being worthless. An object not even Sire’s subject, and trash. But through it all she was consistently azbe’s mom. she held onto that for dear life but knew that too would pass.

Some 5 years ago, after a series of her inadequacies, her Sire had decided that she was best suited to be his cuckquean. she initially hated the idea, she wanted to be touched, cared for, loved, be special and Sire’s only one 3 holes, 2 tits and 1 heart slave. The thought of another girl being intimate with her Sire filled her with raging jealousy. she protested, threw tantrums and lost her pussy and mind. But as usual, she knew Sire knew best. Slowly but surely after months of agony, she had accepted her fate and welcomed the position Sire had purposely created for her gratefully. Sire had always been truthful with her. He told her he would never cheat behind her back but do it right in front of her. she knew her Sire would not be in her life for much longer if she did not take up the position. Towards that, she begrudgingly and impressively created a list for her Sire, much to his pride and approval. she agreed her role was to:

1. Find women her Sire found physically attractive.

2. Chat with them to get a sense of their personalities and kinks to see if they would please her Sire.

3. Plan dates for her Sire with them and brief them of how they should behave in advance.

4. Get Sire’s thoughts on them after dates.

5. Be involved in any capacity if her Sire invited her to.

6. Perform any other tasks required of her by her Sire.

7. Maintain complete confidentiality concerning all parties, especially look after the interests of her Sire.

Along the way, she had surprisingly grown into the role. she realised being Sire’s cuckquean gave her intimate and deeper access to her Sire while the other cuckcakes (or Sire’s cockcakes as she still liked to entertainingly call her Sire’s loving cunts) had limited and superficial access to her Sire. she was permanent while they were transitory. she also realised the more she fulfilled her purpose of pleasing, serving and being of value to her Sire as his cuckquean the more Sire appreciated and cared for her as his special slave. This was a contradiction that was not obvious to her small-mindedness at the start. she now felt genuinely loved, cared for and valued like never in her life. It filled her with fulfilment beyond any expectation she imagined.

When a cockcake pleased her Sire she was pleased. When her Sire was pleasured, she was pleasured. When Sire was served, she was the server. When Sire came in their mouthes, pussies and asses, it was like Sire came in hers. Sometimes the cockcakes were made to feed her Sire's cum. Every time Sire told one of his cockcakes to give the cum to her with the instruct ‘That cum belongs to my cuckquean, feed her!’ she had multiple orgasm of the mind instantly. Ever so often she was asked to join in. Sometimes to please Sire’s cockcakes, and when she had done very well, to be pleased by them. It was not her getting off that got her off, it was Sire’s approval of her that got her off.

she was sometimes treated as the highest of the highs and at other times as the lowest of the lows. Nothing was off the cards. What Sire exposed her to, did to her and made her do are unmentionables. They are not to be spoken off in polite company, only polite perverse company. her soft and then her hard limits had been discarded like nudists gleefully jumping out of planes with just a parachute to the orgy that awaited them on land. With every jump she shed a layer of herself to be what she was born to be for her Sire. she completely got that the cockcakes were the muse to her being and becoming for her Sire. her unknown dream had come true in the most strange of ways. her Sire really knew what was best for her.

7 years into the process, she thought she had experienced everything there was to experience. But she did not realise today was going to be different. Something else awaited her. A challenge she knew one day would come. her Sire had been very clear about it from the start. He had always been straight with her. Honest, frank and matter of fact. she would have no say in matters and it was going to arouse something she had never experienced before.

While she had made the reservations she did not know who the cockcake or cakes for this evening were and if she would even be invited to join her or them with her Sire at the steakhouse. she had not made the arrangements for the cake or cakes and was in the dark. Sire had taken her to dark places before, but she was about to discover how much deeper and darker the abyss was. After 7 willful years under Sire’s spell - pleasing, serving and being of value to him, her journey into another level of slavery was just about to begin. her life was about to change again forever. And for the better. The darkness and depth of the abyss awaited.

she parked her car, and with a *** that compelled her forward turned heads as her made her way to Sire’s usual room. Anticipating. Desirous. Precious.