At around 8pm, I arrived in my basement. The heavy, metal door was now the only thing between me and my beautiful, 19 year old slavegirl, who had been widely awake for over five hours.

This was going to be our first date, so to speak. Unlike a real rendezvous however, I didn’t have to worry about bringing flowers or being punctual. There was no clock in the cell & I made sure to remove her smartphone, in addition to any other small item, from her pockets. Time didn’t exist in her new life.

I checked the camera live feed on my phone for a last time, ensuring my newest possesion wasn’t getting ready to fight me upon entering, before I took the final steps towards the door.

I quickly typed in the passcode and pulled the door open.

I don’t know what I was expecting.

Maybe more pleading.

Maybe Emily launching herself towards the door.

Maybe a short fight.

Reality turned out to be far less exciting though, as I saw my slave sitting on her mattress, quietly sobbing while pulling both her legs towards her upper body.

I caught her glancing towards me for a second before swiftly turning her head away.

Although the outcome had been fairly boring, there was still a positive side to my slaves initial behavior upon seeing me. Apparently, she had already accepted the pointlessness of fighting, giving our big differences in height and size.

It seemed to me as if she went for the “dont communicate, dont cooperate” strategy.

And I was about to put it to the test.

When it came to attitude adjustments, I had thought about bringing my cattleprod downstairs, but later on decided to get a more “hands on” experience on this first day.

I closed the door behind me, preventing her of attempting a run. As I got closer to her, the air in the windowless room got more and more tense, each step making her tremble more than the last.

Bathing in the anticipation, I had let a few seconds pass, after coming to a halt right in front of her.

“Get up”, i finally said in a calm, but stern voice.

Unsurprisingly, this didn’t provoke any significant reaction from Emily’s side.

While she probably expected me to repeat the command louder, I surprised her by immediately grabbing a firstful of her silky, brown hair and yanking her to her feet.

Emily produced a loud squeal, followed by “Aaahhh Please! Okay! Okay!”

During the struggle, I’d notice her hand attemting to grab on to my shirt. Scared of provoking even more physical abuse though, she lowered it back to her side.

She now stood in front of me, technically not restrained but hopeless nonetheless. The moment was so pure and raw that I didn’t speak for what must’ve been another two minutes. She refused to make eye contact with me, staring at the floor between us.

I eventually broke the half awkward half immeasurably beautiful silence. “Undress yourself, please.”

As I had already informed Emily about her new role in my house, this command must’ve not surprised her too much at this point.

And still, my order went unanswered as she stood there, frozen. I pretty much saw the gears turning in her head, contemplating the possible effect of refusing. This hesitation resulted in a swift backhand across her face, leading to another loud grunt from her mouth.

Surprisingly, she had managed to keep her balance, despite the hard nature of the slap. There was visible blood on her lip when she turned back towards me. For a quick second, Emily’s expression switched from hopeless fear to raging anger. If she had any chances, she would’ve attacked me right there at this point.

My slave wasn’t naive though and must’ve known that any violence towards me would be paid back a hundred times over. Resisting the urge of spitting in my face, her shaky hands travelled upwards to unbutton her blouse.

Although I didn’t show it at the time, I was quite surprised to see the C-cup bra with equal sized boobs underneath. Ever since I’ve first seen Emily outside of my house, they seemed to be rather small, which didn’t bother me too much, as the rest of her body absolutely made up for it.

She went straight for the skirt and pulled it down in a fast motion, clearly intending on making it as “unsexy” to me as possible.

As she stood there, she crossed both of her arms to cover her breasts, while nervously shifting her body back and forth.

Any hopes of being allowed in her underwear were crushed when I signaled her to go on, using a disapproving look.

There might’ve been a quick eye roll as she moved her hands to her back, unhooking the bra and throwing it to the pile on the floor.

My first sight of her big, well-formed tits made it official: She was flawless.

After she had removed her socks, the black panties were quickly disposed in the same fashion as her skirt was, leaving her fully naked and exposed.

The moment her arms went up to cover her most private parts yet again, I stopped the attempt with a simple “No.”

Not wanting to risk another slap, Emily’s arms went back to their original position.

To say that she looked like a model would’ve been an insult to the 19 year old. It was as if I’d discovered a whole new level of beauty, previously unknown to humanity.

And she was all mine.

After a few more seconds, when I noticed the new tears on her face slowly drying up, I stuck out my right hand, holding a small object. It was a spiked leather collar.

Uncertain, Emily first looked at my hand, before switching to my eyes. I nodded approvingly and told her to put it on.

Although I made it seem as if it was just a kinky accessory, there was a twist hidden within. Clearly weirded out by the situation, my new slave grabbed the collar and held it up to her neck. After ordering her to turn around, I assisted Emily by holding up her hair as she connected the two ends behind the neck, unknowingly sealing her fate as my servant, forever.

After making sure it was fitted tightly, I grabbed her by the waist in order to spin her back around, which produced another uncomfortable sigh.

It was now time to explain the severity of her situation.

“Alright Emily. This is going to be your new permanent look. I might allow you to wear something else from time to time, although I doubt those outfits will cover your more exciting parts at all”, I said, as my hand reached out to cup one of her breasts. Their firmness was killing me, but I didn’t display any emotion for her to read.

“Now to your collar”, I continued, as my gaze moved up to her eyes again.

“It might look like a regular leather collar, but it isn’t. The inside is made out of stainless steel. You might’ve also noticed the small, box-shaped block at the back. This is where the fun begins”, I explained with a increasing smile on my face.

I took out my phone and opened my newest, nondescript program, which was specifically made for this very purpose.

“You might think this cell is what’s keeping you from escaping. But your actual prison is the collar you just voluntarily locked around your neck”. Emily’s facial expression displayed an increasing amount of worry.

“Whenever you hesitate or disobey, you will get the privilege of experiencing this…”

BZZZZZZZZZZ

My slave immediately dropped to the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs as she grabbed the collar with both hands. Her entire body was twisting uncontrollably.

When I felt like she got the message, i lifted my finger from the little “lightning” button.

Her breathing was rapid as she lay there, coughing and still visibly shaking.

“Stand up. There’s more”, i said, showing no empathy for the physical trauma she just went through.

Emily seemed to prefer playing dead, which resulted in a smaller shock of the same intensity.

BZZZ

Another short scream escaped her mouth as she bundled all her strength and launched herself back to a standing position.

Looking at me now were raging eyes full of tears. She clenched her teeth as her breathing continued to be fast and loud.

“Need another one?”, I asked, leading to her demeanor calming down again.

“There are 20 levels when it comes to the intensity of the shocks. What you just lived through was level 8. Anything above 15 would render you unconcious immediately. I would advice you not to test it out.”

Terrified by the possibility of an even bigger shock, her hands swiftly went up to inspect the small box at the back of her collar.

“Stop!” I yelled. This sudden change in my tone made her jump and relocate her hands to her sides yet again.

“The box detects any touch. If you try to mess with the mechanism, it will send a level 20 shock through your body”. Emily was a mess at this point. This was all ( understandably ) too much for her to handle.

“H..how will I know that it doesnt shock me if I accidentally touch it?”, she asked in a worried, yet barely audible voice.

This was a justified question, which verified to me that she was indeed still mentally aware and hadn’t been in too much shock to process what was going on.

“It usually should’t. But I would maybe recommend not to sleep on your back.”

Another sigh escaped her mouth as she looked back at the mattress on the cement floor.

“In case you escape this little room right here, your collar will also send a level 20 shock your way as soon as you take the first step on the staircase.” As I explained this feature, I gained unlimited pleasure seeing the last bits of hope leaving her.

“You might’ve noticed the camera up there”, I said while pointing upwards.

“If the connection to it is lost, it will automatically trigger a shock of the highest intensity as well. So don’t try to mess with it”, I warned.

It was clear that the hopelessness of the situation was sinking in for her. I had done my homework & made sure Emily would never walk free again.

“You must be pretty tired, so i’ll let you sleep for a bit. Your training starts tomorrow”. Her eyes widened as I grabbed the pile of clothes and headed for the door.

“No Please! Can we talk about this? Please I’m begging you! There must be a solution!”, she pleaded.

“There’s nothing you can give me that I couldn’t just take from you, Emily.”

As i typed in the door passcode in my phone, I heard loud sobs behind me.

“Oh and by the way…”, I continued when I passed through the doorway, as she looked at me with a small bit of hope that I’d somehow changed my mind.

“…your days as Emily are over”, I said while pushing the heavy door shut, crushing the last bit of hope buried deep within her.

to be continued.