First Slave

Chapter 10

Each night, she curled up with her master in his bed. She looked forward to this peaceful time when she could rest her head on his strong shoulder and listen to the sounds of this tropical island. She especially loved hearing the waves lapping against the shore as she listened to her master's deep, slow breathing.

It was her time to think and reflect. She had admitted that she loved her master. And he had told her that he loved her. So where did that leave them? Are masters and slaves supposed to love one another?

And what did that mean about her marriage? She guessed that people could love more than one person. No, she knew that people could love more than one person. She loved John and Jack and Jenna. She loved her parents and her siblings. But they were all different kinds of love.

Now, she loved John and Cedric in the same way. She wanted to be with both of them always and forever. But how could that work?

Maybe she didn't need to figure it out. After all, she was owned now. She only had to do what she was told. It was up to others to decide for her. In the end, she realized, it would be Cedric's decision. He was actually the one who owned her. She was returned to John and spent most of the year with him. But that was only because that was what Cedric had decided.

What would she choose if the decision was up to her? The answer wasn't all that clear to her. She loved her family dearly and wanted to be with them. But her relationship with them had changed once she became a slave. There was always a tension of sorts when she was at home nowadays. It was uncomfortable for her and she guessed that they were probably uncomfortable at times too.

Well, Jack was probably not uncomfortable. He was the most consistent member of the family. She was always a slave in his mind and he liked to use his slave to drain his rod as often as he could. But the others never seemed to be entirely certain about when to treat her as a wife or mother or as a slave.

On the island, her role was always clear. She was a slave. In fact, she was the island's First Slave. And now she was marked so that everyone on the island knew that she was First Slave.

Cedric's ‘presents' arrived a week earlier and he presented them to her in a ceremony that was witnessed by most of the people in the slavers' compound. Masters and mistresses and employees and slaves were all gathered to watch Cedric give Angela the proof that she was First Slave of the island. She was his First Girl.

She was bound over a railing with her arms secured on one side and her legs secured on the other, leaving her bottom sticking up in the air. A cart had been rolled out to Cedric who stood behind her. He reached out and caressed her ass as he addressed the gathered crowd of people.

"This belongs to me," he said as he continued to stroke her up-thrust ass. Angela blinked at the way he described her. She would have understood if he said ‘Angela belongs to me.' Or ‘this girl belongs to me.' Or even ‘this slave belongs to me.' But he just said ‘this belongs to me' and it made her feel just like an inanimate object.

"This," he continued and gave one of the taut bottom cheeks a pat, "is the First Slave of the island."

He reached behind him and picked up something from the cart. Angela could not see the branding iron that was glowing brightly from being heated in the hot coals. But she felt it. He pressed the brand to her left bottom cheek and her ass exploded in pain. Her body tensed and she let out an ear-piercing scream as he held it there for several seconds. She heard her skin sizzling and smelled the burning flesh. Even when he took it away, her ass still felt like it was on fire. A slave poured a bucket of cold water on her ass but that did nothing to relieve the pain.

Fingers worked at her bindings and she was pulled upright in front of Cedric. He bent her at the waist and then slowly turned her so that everyone could see her brand. "Know her by this mark."

Then he straightened her up and held her. He kissed her as tears rolled down her cheeks and then held her in front of him. "And know her by this."

He reached toward the cart and Angela stiffened, fearing that she would be branded again. Instead of a brand, however, he produced a new collar for her. He held it up for her to see and slowly turned it for her. It took her breath away.

It was beautiful. It was narrow and seemed to be made of white gold. And all around it, huge diamonds had been mounted and were sparkling in the sunlight. It had to be worth a half million dollars at least.

There was no hasp on it. Cedric gently pried it open and fit it around her neck, bending it closed again. Then, one of the masters stepped forward. Cedric had her kneel and bend her head forward. A thick cloth was forced between her neck and the collar where the two ends of the collar came together. And then the master welded it shut.

Angela gulped when she realized what was happening. This was permanent. The brand would be with her forever. The collar that was being welded around her neck would be with her forever. She wondered what that meant about her future.

Her butt hurt for several days but eventually the pain went away. She was left with a scar in the shape of an ornate, script C. This was not what she had in mind when she asked Cedric for something that would let others know that she was Cedric's First Girl. But there would be no doubt in anybody's mind at this point.

And the new collar left no doubt either. It was gorgeous and the diamonds sparkled constantly in the bright tropical sunlight. It clearly separated her from the other girls on the island. She wore both of her new marks of distinction proudly.

As she rested her head on Cedric's shoulder and continued to listen to the sounds of the night, she thought about her life and what she would choose if it were up to her.

She loved John and she knew that he loved her. They had been soul mates almost since they first met. And she dearly loved her children. Her daughter didn't seem to love her back very much these days, ever since her enslavement. And unfortunately, her son loved her back too much. Or more accurately, he lusted her too much and treated her in ways that no son should ever treat a mother.

And at home, she kept getting tugged in and out of the slave state, most of the time with no warning or time to prepare. It was very difficult for her to switch gears like that. The incident with Denise in the grocery store on the day before she left was a good example. One moment, she was a normal housewife, shopping for food. The next moment, she was being groped and claimed as a slave. It was very hard on her.

But here, she was first girl always. She was Cedric's property. She knew how to behave and she did what was expected of her. She served her master and whoever else he designated.

Maybe she really should ask Cedric to keep her here all the time. At least then her life would have more clarity. She never aspired to being a slave but over the past year, she had come to accept that slavery was her ‘new normal' as Cedric had put it a couple of weeks earlier.

Cedric had told her that she was meant to be a slave. She wasn't sure if that was true. She wasn't even sure that she knew what that meant. She did know that she was constantly aroused nowadays. Ever since her second trip to the island when she bought Alaine, her pussy was always, always wet with the lubrication of her arousal. She was constantly prepared to serve sexually. And that new state of her body coincided with her descent into slavery. So maybe she really was meant to be a slave.

So, should she ask Cedric to keep her here on the island? Would she be able to give up the remaining strands of her former existence? It would be such a final step. There would be no going back after that.

She knew that the family would be fine without her. They had each other. And they had to beautiful and loving slaves to satisfy their sexual needs. But would she be okay without them?

And what if she asked Cedric to keep her here and he said no? How would that make her feel? She was pretty sure that she was his only slave but what if he had more than one part-time slave? She was not sure that she could share her master with others, even though she knew that he enjoyed sampling other slaves. He seemed to particularly enjoy sampling the slave named Tempest. But she could never be jealous of Tempest. That girl was extraordinarily beautiful and all men and most women would want to sample her. Plus, Angela knew that Tempest had an owner already so she could not be jealous of that girl.

She had two days left on the island before Cedric would send her home. She decided that it would be best if she not make any decisions no. She should clear her mind and spend time with her family before she came to any conclusions. Besides, the kids started spring break soon and she wanted to be there. It would be fun. And then she could wrestle with her issues after that.