Masters High Chapter 1: Freshman Orientation

Luke Dunn is a rich14-year-old boy starting his freshman year at Masters High, an elite boarding school where boys learn to be sex slave owners.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the first time I’m writing so bear with me. To get a visualization of my characters (which are fully-clothed AI generated models), you can email me at [email protected].

My goal is for each chapter to be around 10,000 words or so. It’s a lofty goal, but I’ll try to post an additional chapter at least once a week. I’m not afraid of getting really kinky with the tags, so let me know what kinds of things you’d like to see in the future.

Also I truly aim for this to be story-rich. There will be plenty of smut, and this is a work of erotica above all else, but you will see character development throughout the chapters.

FULL SUMMARY: Luke Dunn is a rich, brown-haried 14-year-old boy starting his freshman year at Masters High, an elite boarding school where boys learn to be owners of female sex slaves. Each semester, students receive one more slave to add to their harem, so they have 8 by the time the graduate. Luke is a little hesitant about the whole system, because he has a caring personality.
Each class has 20 boys. Each freshman is assigned a senior mentor; Luke’s mentor is the sadistic Draven Sterling, who loves to beat and abuse slaves. Draven chooses Luke as his protégé because Draven believes that deep down, Luke has the potential to also be a sadistic slave owner.
The slave girls have been trained since their infancy by rich high school girls (“RGs”) at Millis Prep, across the street. The RGs are free girls who also love abusing sex slaves, and Masters Boys tend to date them.

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As I walked into the auditorium, I felt a little nervous and a little excited. All the other freshmen boys seemed so confident, as if they were made to be here. I, on the other hand, didn’t fit in with this group. My name is Luke Dunn. I’m a 14-year-old boy starting my freshman year at the prestigious Masters High. Masters High is an elite boarding school and its curriculum focuses solely on sexual slavery and using our status to become even more wealthy and powerful. As you can imagine, my dad didn’t have any problem paying the $100,000 tuition. In fact, he was glad that I was accepted, and he wanted me to attend here. You see, my dad is the owner of the NHL team the Anchorage Ice Guardians, which is the reason why I moved here from my hometown in Rumluck, Alaska to Silvergrove, Connecticut, the richest town in America. The people of Silvergrove are not used to seeing a “new money” boy, and I don’t really have a lot of friends. All the other kids come from old money, and many of their families own the biggest companies in the world. There’s not much to do in Rumluck, so my dad wanted me to come here to make connections, so that the Dunn family can be even more influential in the next generation. So there’s a lot of pressure on me to become a powerful man.

The reason why I didn’t fit in with these guys was not only because I was a “new money” boy, but I wasn’t raised around sex slaves. The other kids’ fathers have a few dozen of them. They were trained since childhood to have sex with beautiful girls and women. When these boys were young, they saw their mothers and sisters and aunts get fucked all the time, and they were used to it. So when they came to this school, they already knew what the culture was and how it was expected that they rape their sex slaves. It was different for me. I have no experience with women, and I’m not very confident when it comes to sex. It’s hard to admit that, but I’m scared that the other boys will find out that I’m a virgin.

As the boys were waiting for the orientation to start, they were standing around, making small talk, introducing themselves, and talking about their summers. I was standing there looking around and observing everything. I noticed two other freshmen talking, one guy with blonde hair and one athletic guy with dark hair.

“Dude, I had sex with four of them,” the blonde kid bragged.

“Four?” the athletic kid replied, impressed. “Damn dude. I fucked three of them. They were so hot, dude.”

“Yeah, and their pussies were so good. And the tits, bro. Those fucking titties!”

“Uh, hey guys!” I said, walking up with them. “My name is Luke.”

“Hey Luke, I’m Will!” the blonde one said, eager to shake my hand.

“I’m David,” the athletic one said.

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” I replied.

“Where you from, Luke?” Will asked.

“I’m from Alaska, in this small town called Rumluck,” I replied.

“Dude, that’s crazy,” Will laughed. “Bumfuck, Alaska!”

“Haha,” I said. Yeah, haven’t heard that one a million times. “My dad owns the Anchorage Ice Guardians.”

“Whoa, nice,” David said. “They won the Stanley Cup last year!”

“Yep,” I replied. “So how about you guys? How did you gets get into Masters?”

“My dad manufactures drugs for a Mexican cartel,” Will replied nonchalantly, as if that’s the most casual thing in the world. “They make meth and cocaine and heroin and all that. He’s a drug lord.”

“No way,” I said, surprised. “Wow. That’s… interesting.”

“Yeah, my dad makes a ton of money. But I don’t think I wanna follow in his footsteps, though,” Will laughed. “What about you, David?”

“My dad owns a brothel where all the Hollywood elites come to fuck underage girls,” David replied. “I’ve been around sex and women my whole life.”

“Holy shit,” I said. “I haven’t even touched a woman.”

“Seriously?” David laughed.

“Well, I haven’t had sex,” I clarified.

“How have you not had sex?” Will asked. “You’re rich and you’re hot. It should be easy for you!”

“Well there’s not a lot of people in Rumluck…” I started to say.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s tough in Bumfuck,” David interrupted. “But dude, how are you going to be a sex slave owner if you’re a fucking virgin? You’re already 14, man! I’ve been having sex since I was 6!”

“Whoa,” I said, surprised. “I’ll just have to get my feet wet, I guess.”

“More like get your dick wet,” Will joked. “But I’m super excited to get my first slave today. Hopefully I can show my dad that I’m a real man, not a fucking loser.”

“I can’t wait to fuck mine,” David said. “My first slave will be a little slut who’ll obey my every command.”

“Damn,” I said.

At that point, the orientation started and we were all instructed to take a seat.

“Freshmen!” a deep voice boomed through the speaker. He must be the headmaster. The entire crowd went silent. “Welcome to Masters High, the most prestigious school for boys in the entire world. You have been chosen to join this exclusive school because you have the right combination of qualities and skills that make you future Masters. This is not just a school, but it is a family. And as a family, we take care of each other. You will help each other, protect each other, and guide each other to become the best man you can be.

“As you know, your fathers sent you here so that you can learn how to be a great leader. And you can’t learn that here. You will learn leadership out there, in the real world, by living and surviving and thriving in this community. But first, you need the proper tools to be able to make it out there. The first step is learning about your role and what your duties are as a Masters Boy. You are here to learn how to have power. You are here to learn how to rule. And once you learn that, the world will be yours. I’m going to be frank with you. The world is not a fair place. It never has been. It’s not a meritocracy. It’s not a society where people get what they deserve. It’s a dog eat dog world. Wealthy men have been ruling the world for centuries, and the only way to get power and to make your mark is by being ruthless. This is why we’ve created this institution. In order for you to succeed in the world, you have to learn how to take. You have to learn how to seize power, and then hold onto it. That is the purpose of this school. This school is designed to train you, mold you, and guide you, so that when you leave here, you will have the knowledge and experience to do what it takes to become a successful man. We will teach you how to fuck women, how to enslave them, and how to make them obey your every command. And then, we will teach you how to make the world bow to your feet. This is not a place where you come to learn, get your education, and leave. This is a place where you come, live, breathe, and become one of us. This is a place where you will come to belong, where you will learn how to be a true man, a true leader, and a true power broker. This is a place where you will become one of us. And now, it is time for the next phase of your journey. It is time for you to learn the ways of a Masters boy. It is time for you to claim your power. You are about to embark on the journey that will change the course of your life. The next four years of your life will be spent in this institution. And by the end of it, you will not be the same person. You will be a man, you will be a leader, and you will be a conqueror.”

All 20 freshmen cheered. I looked at Will and David. They were clapping and cheering. I was a little shocked, as this sounded so intense. I wasn’t really expecting this. The headmaster continued.

“And now, we will present you your new family,” he said. “The members of the senior class.”

The senior class then came on stage, dressed in their navy blue blazers. The applause from the crowd grew louder.

“This is it,” Will said, smiling and looking around.

“Each senior will pick one of you to be their protégé,” the headmaster announced. “Your mentor will guide you through your first year. He will help train you to be the best slave master you can be. You will now have one hour to mingle amongst yourselves and with the seniors. Then, the seniors will choose their protégés.”

The headmaster left the stage and the seniors and freshmen mingled with each other. Will, David, and I walked over to this friendly-looking senior with wavy blonde hair.

“Hi,” Will said.

“Suh, dudes!” the senior said, giving him a high five. This guy is clearly baked right now, and his surfer accent doesn’t help.

“What’s up?” Will smiled. “My name is Will Hale. My dad is the owner of Hale Pharmaceuticals.”

“Oh, I know that company!” the senior replied. “They make the dankest weed! Dude, it’s so fucking awesome. My name’s James Caldwell,” he said, shaking all of our hands.

“So James,” I started. “How did you get your start at Masters?”

“Oh, my dad is a movie director,” he said smiling, trying to focus his baked eyes on me.

“Wait,” I thought. “Caldwell… is your father THE Christopher Caldwell?”

“Yeah, he’s like a famous Hollywood director,” James replied.

“Fuck yeah!” David cheered, getting excited.

“You a fan?” James laughed.

“Hell yeah! Your dad directed ‘Bloodbath,’ ‘Dante’s Inferno,’ and ‘The Rape Room’!” David replied. Interesting, David is into these films about murder and rape.

“Oh, yeah!” James replied, nodding his head, remembering the films. “Honestly dudes, I don’t care much for that. I’m just here for the drugs, parties, and sex.”

“That’s why I’m here!” Will laughed.

“So,” I asked. “What’s it like owning a sex slave?”

“Dude, it’s fucking awesome!” James replied. “The sex is so good! Every morning, my slaves wake me up with a blowjob, then they clean the house while I eat breakfast, then when I get home, they have dinner ready, and then I have an orgy with them.”

“Whoa,” I said, taken aback.

“Yeah,” Will added. “I can’t wait for later today when I get my first slave!”

“Me too,” David said. “I’m gonna fuck her so hard.”

“Dude, I bet she’ll be really hot,” James added. “Just remember: they’re your property. You can’t treat them too nice, or they’ll think they have power. You have to show them who’s boss. If she steps out of line, then you need to beat her. That’s the way things work here.”

We talked for James for a little while and then kept moving. Will, David, and I ran into another senior, this one far more intimidating. He was clearly very attractive, but there was this aura around him that made me think he was trouble.

“Sup,” the senior said to us. “I’m Draven Sterling.”

“Oh shit,” David said. “I heard you’re one bad motherfucker when it comes to your slaves.”

“Heh,” Draven replied. “Yeah, you could say that. I’m known for torturing the shit out of them. Beat them half to death regularly. What do you think of that, Fresh Meat?” he said smiling, looking at me. My face obviously gave it away that I was disgusted.

“That’s…” I stammered. “Really fucked up, man. I mean, they’re just innocent girls, why do you have to torture them?”

“It’s a way for me to get off, to get my rocks off,” he replied, chuckling. “You know, you have to be rough with the ladies sometimes. And if they’re slaves, they’re going to do anything for you, even if it hurts.”

“But how do you get off on torturing them?” I asked, my voice rising. “I get it, they’re slaves, they’re here for pleasure. But beating them for no reason? What the fuck is that about?”

Will and David looked at me as if I fucked up. I probably did, the way Draven’s face started changing.

“Listen,” Draven said. “It’s obvious you’re new to this rich lifestyle. If you think a Masters Boy is not allowed to do whatever the fuck he wants to his slave, then you’re wrong. You’re wrong and naive and stupid. I don’t need to explain myself to you. The fact that I even gave you the time of day means that you’re lucky. If I wanted, I could’ve punched you in the face right now. But because you’re a freshman, and this is your first day, I’ll let it slide. So watch yourself, New Money. Now get out of my sight.”

“I don’t care who you are man,” I said. “Beating people isn’t -”

“Let’s go, Luke,” David interrupted. “Sorry about him Draven,” he said. “He’s still… getting used to the system.”

“Sure is,” Draven said, nodding his head, still looking at me with a cold glare. As we left, I swear I could see a slight smirk.

Will, David, and I quickly left, and the two of them looked at me again.

“Are you fucking crazy?” David asked me. “Don’t you know who he is?”

“I know,” I said. “He’s a sick, psychopathic freak.”

“Dude, Draven Sterling is the craziest student here,” Will added. “He will absolutely kill you if he has the chance.”

“Whatever,” I replied. As the three of us kept arguing, another senior walked up to us, and he looked a lot more formal.

“Freshmen,” he said, shaking our hands. “I’m Logan Hawthorne. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” I replied.

“I noticed that Draven was giving you trouble,” he said, looking at me.

“Yeah,” David replied. “He’s still a bit new to the system. But don’t worry, we’ll break him in. Luke here has got to learn that women are meant to be abused.”

“That’s an interesting way to look at it,” Logan said. “Tell me more about this… perspective of yours,” he asked David.

“Women are only meant for sex,” David replied. “They’re our toys. You have to treat them like trash or they’ll think they have power. It’s the law of the jungle. And in the animal kingdom, the strong prey upon the weak. In this case, it’s the Masters Boys versus the slaves. And the slaves are weak, and we are strong. Therefore, we will rape them, and we will brutalize them, and they will be our property, and they will obey us, and if they don’t, then we have to beat them into submission.”

Logan paused, seemingly thinking.

“I like you,” he said. “You have an interesting mind. What’s your name, son?”

“David Webber,” David replied, shaking his hand.

“Interesting,” Logan said. “I don’t disagree, but you must learn to be a bit more subtle. After all, the whole Masters system relies upon secrecy about our… perspectives.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” David nodded. “Sorry, I just get a bit excited when it comes to sex and stuff.”

“I see,” Logan said. “Well guys, my father is a US Senator, and I will soon follow in his footsteps. You might have heard of him. His name is Alexander Hawthorne. He is the senior senator from North Carolina. He has served in the Senate for over 20 years.”

“Wow,” I said. “So there’s people in government who know all about this?”

Everyone laughed at that. “Indeed,” Logan said. “You’d be surprised just how many high-ranking politicians own sex slaves. Obviously we can’t be too open about it, but those who know about it get the power. My family goes back a long way in North Carolina, back to the days when actual slavery was legal and common. It’s always been a part of our lives.”

We talked for a bit longer, and then the headmaster called us all back.

“Okay, everyone, it’s time,” he said. “The seniors will now choose their protégés.”

At this point, the seniors and the freshmen separated and the seniors went back to the stage.

“Hawthorne,” the headmaster said, looking at Logan. “You will get first pick on your protégé. Choose wisely.”

Logan looked out into the crowd, and his eyes fixed on David.

“David Webber,” Logan said.

“Very well,” the headmaster nodded. “Come on up, Mr. Webber.”

David looked at Will and me, and walked up on stage.

“Mr. Webber,” the headmaster said. “This is Logan Hawthorne. You have been chosen to be his protégé. Mr. Hawthorne will help guide you through your first year.”

“Thank you sir,” David replied.

“Very well, Hawthorne. You are dismissed,” the headmaster said.

Logan and David left the stage and walked out of the room.

“Now,” the headmaster continued. “Mr. Caldwell,” he said, pointing to James. “You will choose your protégé next.”

“Hale,” James said. “I want Will Hale.”

Will smiled and walked up to the stage, and gave James a high-five.

“This is going to be so awesome, dude!” Will said.

“For sure,” James replied. “Come on man, let’s get baked!”

“Fuck yeah!” Will said, the two of them headed out.

“Oh Christ, another party type,” the headmaster mumbled. “Now, Mr. Sterling.” Draven walked up, and everyone got quiet. We all knew by now how intimidating he was. “Choose your protégé.”

Draven looked around, and his eyes locked onto me.

“Luke Dunn,” Draven said.

My stomach dropped. Why me?

“Very well, Mr. Dunn,” the headmaster said.

Draven looked at me and motioned with his hand to come to the stage. I walked up to the stage, and time felt like it was slowing down. I was so confused and scared. I walked up the stairs and stood next to Draven. He put his hand on my shoulder, and his grip was tight.

“Mr. Dunn, this is Draven Sterling,” the headmaster said. “He is your senior mentor. You have been chosen as his protégé. You will be following his guidance for the rest of the school year. Do not disappoint him.”

“Thank you, Headmaster,” I replied.

“Good, you are dismissed,” he said. Draven and I walked out of the room.

“So uh-” I started to ask. “Why me? We didn’t exactly get along earlier.”

“Because, New Money,” he replied. “The way you stood up to me earlier, I saw something inside of you. An inner monster. An I’m going to unleash that. I’ll make sure that you are the most sadistic, evil, brutal, ruthless bastard on the planet. You are going to become a monster.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This guy is a psychopath. I don’t want to turn into a monster!

“But, I-I…” I stammered.

“Save it, New Money,” Draven snapped. “You don’t have a choice. Your father wanted you here, so here you are. I’ve been doing this a long time. You have the potential to become a great man. I’ll help you unlock it. And I know that you have a lot of guilt about raping girls, which is good. You should feel guilty. It shows that you’re human. But the guilt and shame is part of the game. And once you realize that you have no choice but to hurt these girls, then you’ll learn to accept it, and the guilt will go away.”

“I’ll never be okay with hurting innocent women,” I protested.

“That’s what you say now,” he smirked. “But just wait until you get your slave. Just wait.”

I stayed silent, as Draven kept talking.

“Now listen, New Money. You’ll learn that here at Masters, everything is about dominance and power,” Draven explained. “Right now, the other freshmen boys see you as a pussy. They’re gonna walk right over you when they get the chance. That’s not acceptable. As a freshman, you can’t have a reputation like that. The other students will use it against you. We have to break that perception, and we have to do it soon. I’ll think of something. But for now, I’m supposed to show you the freshmen dorms. You’ll get your slave tonight at the gala.”

“Yeah, about that,” I asked. “What the fuck is this gala thing?”

“You’ll see,” Draven said, leading the way.

Draven led me to the freshman dorms, which were basically just a bunch of bedrooms for each of the freshmen. Each room was pretty big, with a king-sized bed, mini-fridge, and desktop computer. There was also a desk and a wardrobe for clothes. I looked out the window and saw a balcony.

“Sweet!” I said.

“Oh that’s nothing,” Draven said. “Just wait until you see the senior dorms. But yeah, it’s pretty good accommodations for a freshman.”

I noticed there’s a dog crate or something in the corner. “What’s this for?” I asked.

“That’s for your slave,” he said. “She’ll have to stay in there unless she’s performing her duties.”

“Wait, the slaves sleep in a cage?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “Don’t question it. It’s more than good enough for them. And don’t get all sentimental about it, because these girls have been trained since they were children to accept this. The rich girls at Millis Prep have brainwashed them since birth to love and accept their life as a sex slave. Generations of RGs have turned them into subservient little robots, just for your pleasure.”

“Millis Prep?” I asked. “Who are they?”

“It’s an elite all-girls boarding school down the street,” he explained. “The students there are rich girls, or RGs. They learn to kidnap, brainwash, and train slave girls, or SGs, when they are infants. Once the SGs turn 14, they are brought over here to Masters, where they serve us. It’s really a beautiful system.”

“What if they don’t want to be here?” I asked.

“Of course they don’t,” Draven chuckled. “But they’ve been brainwashed to love it, so that’s a moot point. Anyway, the fridge here is filled with booze. It’s totally illegal for them to put it there for a minor, but the school puts it in here as a kind of reminder to you that you are now a God. You are now a member of the 1%, the elite ruling class. It’s not a school. This is a place where we become kings.”

“Damn,” I said, getting excited.

“All right,” Draven said. “I think that’s enough of the grand tour. The Gala’s at 6 in the fancy function room, and each boy in the school gets a new slave. It’s my seventh semester, so I’ll be getting my seventh slave. Seniors get first dibs, then juniors, then sophomores, then freshmen last. Anyway, I gotta go prepare. There’s a tuxedo in your wardrobe. See you at the Gala, New Money.”

“Thanks, Draven,” I said.

With that, he left. All this was too much for me. I went down the hall to the freshmen communal bathrooms to take a shit, but surprisingly, there’s no doors for any of the toilet stalls. The showers also seem to be right next to each other too with no curtains. I guess they really want us to get used to seeing each other naked.

After I was done taking a shit, I took a shower, and noticed the door open. It was David, walking in naked. He noticed me.

“Hey Luke!” he said.

“Oh, hey, David,” I said, getting nervous. I’m a little uncomfortable having a conversation with a friend while showering. I will admit though, he looks pretty good. Very muscular, and a good-sized dick for a 14-year-old.

“I saw you got chosen by Draven,” he said. “Lucky.”

“Not really,” I said. “He seems like a psychopath.”

“You have no idea,” David laughed. “You’re in for a treat. My mentor Logan is ok, though,” he said, putting shampoo in his hair. “He says that he admires my views, but that I need to be more ‘sophisticated,’ whatever the fuck that’s all about.”

“Well, Logan does seem to be a more intellectual, formal guy,” I pointed out. “And you’re more… blunt and to the point.”

“I guess,” he shrugged. “I’m looking forward to tonight, though. I’m gonna fuck the hell out of my slave!” he said, getting a boner.

“You’re pretty into the whole thing, huh?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded. “Ever since I was 6, my dad let me into his brothel. The sex is incredible. You’re gonna have a blast, man.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged. “I just don’t know. I’m not really a fan of the idea of owning slaves.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, dismissively. “Just wait until you fuck your first one. You’ll forget all about your morals and your ‘guilt’ and stuff.”

Suddenly, Will walked in buck naked, entering the shower.

“Sup dudes!” he said, his eyes red from smoking pot.

“Oh hey, Will,” David said.

“What’s up?” Will replied, his hard cock swinging around.

“What’s got you all excited?” David asked, pointing to Will’s cock.

“James took me up to his dorm and I got to fuck some of his slaves!” Will proudly announced. “They’re fucking hot! They all gave me blowjobs and I got to whip them! So much fun, man!”

“Damn,” David said, impressed.

“So what’s your first impression of the school so far, Luke?” Will asked.

“It’s a little intense,” I admitted. “I mean, everyone is talking about rape and torture and enslaving women and I don’t know…” then I remembered what Draven told me. If I act like a pussy, then the other guys will walk all over me. “Actually, no, it’s pretty awesome. I’m excited to get my first slave. It’s just a lot to take in at once.”

“Aww, you’re worried!” Will laughed.

“Leave the guy alone, Will,” David said. “Everyone handles these things differently. He’ll come around.”

“Haha, no, no,” I said, quickly backtracking. “I’m not worried. I’m totally ready. It’s just a lot to take in. But yeah, I can’t wait to fuck my first slave.”

“Nice!” Will cheered. “See, David? I told you Luke’s not a pussy. He’s not some wimp.”

“Hey, I’m just giving him a hard time,” David replied, chuckling.

As they continued talking, I couldn’t stop looking at their bodies. I’m pretty fit for my age, since I’m a hockey player. Will is lean, but he has some muscles. David is clearly very athletic. But the biggest thing was their cocks. Both Will and David have a large cock. Will’s is a bit bigger, but David’s is thicker. I’m average for my age, but it’s not bad.

“Like what you see, Luke?” Will teased, swinging his cock around.

“What?” I said, my face turning red.

“Haha, he’s been checking us out!” Will said, nudging David.

“I see,” David laughed.

“No, it’s not that,” I protested. “I just…”

“It’s okay, man,” David said. “We’re all young and horny. I’m always looking at people’s cocks. We’re just a bunch of pubescent boys, after all.”

“True,” I replied, nodding.

“Well, anyway, we should get ready for the gala,” David said, shutting off his shower. “Can’t wait to have a slave of my own,” he smiled, wrapping a towel around himself.

“Hell yeah,” Will said, finishing his shower. “I can’t believe I waited this long! My dad has 20 of them!”

“Really?” I asked, shocked.

“Oh yeah,” Will replied, putting his clothes on. “My dad’s a total player. He has a different slave every night. Some of them are even my sisters. He doesn’t even remember how many slaves he has. He’s that crazy!”

“Damn,” I said, shaking my head.

“I know,” Will shrugged.

“See you guys at the gala,” David said, heading out.

“Yeah, later,” I said.

I finished up and headed back to my room. I opened the wardrobe and saw the tuxedo, as well as a brand new pair of black dress shoes.

“Wow, that was fast,” I said.

I changed into my tux and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Damn,” I said, checking myself out. I looked good.

Then, I looked at the dog cage. I felt sick. I can’t believe this is really happening. This is going to be the worst day of a poor, innocent girl’s life.

“Well,” I thought. “I have no choice. What’s done is done.”

I headed down to the main lobby, where a bunch of other students were mingling. It’s clear that the school couldn’t care less about alcohol rules, because everyone had a drink in their hands
“Oh, Luke!” David said, coming up to me, wine in his hand. “This is Ryan O’Neill, he’s also a freshman. His father owns the O’Neill hotel chain.”

“Hey, man,” I said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Ryan said. “David tells me you’re from Bumfuck, Alaska?”

“Rumluck,” I corrected him, annoyed. “My father owns the Anchorage Ice Guardians.’

“Oh, cool,” Ryan replied. “I’m from Chicago.”

“Ah,” I replied.

“Luke!” Will yelled, coming over with James.

“Dudes,” James said, slurring his words. He’s clearly very drunk.

“Whoa, hey there,” I said, taking a step back.

“Heh, sorry, man,” James chuckled. “I’m just a little wasted. It’s a party, you know?”

“I guess,” I replied. “Is he always like this?” I whispered to Will.

“Yeah, kinda,” Will whispered back. “Don’t worry about it, though. He’s harmless.”

“Mr. Caldwell,” the headmaster said, coming towards us. “Is your drunkenness really the kind of example you should be setting for your protégé and his friends, especially on the first day?”

“Sorry, Mr. Wentworth,” James replied. “I’ll get some coffee or something.”

“See that you do,” the headmaster replied. “Now, I see you all got dressed up nicely. Are you ready for the gala?”

“Oh, yeah,” Will nodded, smiling. “I’m pumped!”

“Excellent,” Mr. Wentworth replied. “Then follow me.”

We followed the headmaster through the main hall and into a fancy ballroom. The room is huge, with crystal chandeliers and a stage. It’s a typical rich-people type room. All 80 students from all four grades file in. We all take our seats at assigned tables. There are ten freshmen at our table. And on the stage, there were 80 girls in rags, chained up. I guess we’ll be picking them as our slaves.
“Hello, gentlemen,” the headmaster said, standing at the podium. “Welcome to the Masters Gala. It is a special night for all of you. Today, each one of you will get a sex slave. As you know, the tradition is that freshmen go last. So we’ll start with seniors, and work our way down.”

The crowd cheers.

“For those of you who are unfamiliar with the process, here’s how it works,” the headmaster explained. “On the stage, you will see 80 young women. They are the SGs, or slave girls. Seniors, you are picking your seventh slave to join your harem.”

All the seniors cheer, excited.

“Once a girl has been picked, she will be taken out of the selection,” the headmaster continued. “So the longer you wait, the fewer choices you’ll have. Juniors go next, and then sophomores. The freshmen will be left with the bottom of the barrel.” All the upperclassmen laughed at that. “But first, enjoy your dinner!”

A bunch of waiters brought us all our food and more alcohol. I talked with the guys at the table, getting to know my fellow freshmen a bit better. I was sitting next to a freshman named Nolan Kramer, a curly-haired blonde boy.

“So how’d you make it into Masters?” I asked Nolan, taking a bite out of my steak.

“My dad owns a defense contractor company,” he replied, sipping his wine. “He makes stuff for the military. You know, getting paid while those fucking towelheads blow each other up,” he laughed.
“Interesting,” I said, surprised. I guess that explains why Nolan is so arrogant. He’s one of those spoiled, rich brats who thinks the world revolves around him.

“What about you, Luke?” Nolan asked. “How’d you get in?”

“My father owns the Anchorage Ice Guardians,” I replied.

“Wow, the NHL?” Nolan asked. “You’re one of the rich-rich guys.”

“I guess,” I shrugged.

“So are you a hockey player, then?” Nolan asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I was the star hocky player at my middle school in Rumluck.”

“Did you say Bumfuck?” Nolan laughed, and so did the rest of the guys at our table. Jesus Christ, I was going to have to get used to this.

“It’s Rumluck, not Bumfuck,” I sighed, annoyed. “It’s a small town in Alaska.”

“You’re from Bumfuck, Alaska!?” another freshman named Connor asked, laughing.

“Yes, yes, it’s very funny,” I rolled my eyes.

“Haha, no it’s not,” Connor smirked. “It’s fucking hilarious.”

“Anyway,” I said. “What’s your story, Connor?”

“Oh, nothing exciting,” he replied. “My dad is the CEO of a financial investment firm.”

“Ah,” I nodded.

“And you’re the lucky fucker who’s mentored by Draven Sterling,” Connor pointed out.

“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“That guy’s a total badass,” he replied.

“I mean, he’s kinda psychotic,” I pointed out. “He’s gonna try and turn me into a monster, or something.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” Connor replied.

“I don’t think so either,” Ryan said. “Draven’s the most powerful guy in the school. You should feel lucky to have him.”

“If you say so,” I shrugged.

“You’ll see,” Ryan smiled. “It’s just a matter of time before he gets you addicted to this life.”

Suddenly the headmaster returned to the podium.

“Gentlemen,” the headmaster announced. “We will now start the slave choosing. Seniors, you are first. Please come up and choose one slave to add to your harem.”

We watched as all the seniors walked up to the stage and picked out the slaves they wanted. James was the first to choose his slave, a cute brunette. “She’ll do,” he mumbled, looking at her. “I’ll be fucking her all the time, so she’s got to look good. She’s definitely not a 10, but she’ll do.” James led her off the stage, and she seemed pretty excited. James led her off to a private room.

Logan was next, and he was far more calculating. He carefully inspected each slave, and chose the girl who looked the most healthy and fit. “Hmm,” he said, looking at a pretty blonde. “This one will do.” He chose her, and she seemed nervous. She was led off the stage by a security guard.

Draven was the last senior, and he was very brutal. He would slap and punch the girls as he inspected them, making them cry and scream. Eventually, he settled on a short, curvy brunette, and grabbed her hair, pulling her. “Get the fuck over here!” he shouted, leading her off.

“What a douche,” I said, shaking my head.

“Don’t worry, they’re into it,” Nolan replied.

“What?” I asked.

“He’s totally right,” Ryan nodded. “The girls at Millis Prep teach them to love the brutality. That’s part of the reason why these girls are here. It’s their fetish.”

“I guess,” I sighed, taking another sip of my wine.

“Alright, juniors,” the headmaster said. “Come and pick your slaves.”

One by one, the juniors went up and chose their slaves. Then the sophomores. Finally, there were 20 slaves left and 20 of us freshmen.

“All right freshmen,” the headmaster said. “This is a big moment for you. Whomever you choose will be your sex slave for the rest of your life. So choose wisely.”

We all walked up on stage and the girls looked nervous. I felt sick. All of these girls have their entire lives ruined because of a few rich boys.

“Alright Luke,” Connor said, putting his arm around my shoulder. “Time to get your first slave. Who do you like?”

“They’re all so…” I said, trailing off.

“They’re hot,” Connor finished my sentence. “Come on, Luke. Choose one.”

“Okay,” I said, sighing. I looked at the slaves. A lot of them are attractive, but all of them look very scared. Then, one girl caught my eye. She had short brown hair, and her eyes are bright blue. She’s very beautiful, and the way she’s looking at me makes me think she’s different.

“How about that one?” I asked the headmaster, pointing to her.

“Not a bad choice,” the headmaster said. “Congratulations, Mr. Dunn. You are now a slave owner!” he said, clapping.

The headmaster unchained the girl and gave her a black robe, and then handed her over to me.

“Go on,” the headmaster said. “Your slave is yours to command.”

“Oh, right,” I said, remembering. I took a leash and put it around her neck, and we walked off the stage.

“Uh, hi,” I told the girl, not really knowing what else to say.

“Hi,” she replied, timidly.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Sarah,” she said.

“Nice to meet you,” I replied, nervously.

“So where are you taking me, Master?” Sarah asked.

“Master? Oh, right. Uh, we’re going to my dorm,” I replied. “But before we go, I need to know… are you really okay with all of this?”

“Of course,” she replied, smiling. “I’m happy to be here. I’m glad I get to serve a handsome young Master.”

“Uh, well, thanks,” I replied, blushing. “But, uh, are you sure? Because I want to make sure you’re comfortable and stuff.”

“I appreciate your concern, Master,” Sarah replied, politely. “But I’m okay with being a slave. I’m here to serve. And I’m ready to obey you in any way you command.”

“Um, okay,” I said, still not believing her. We eventually got back to my room. “Alright, let’s do this,” I said, unlocking the door.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, smiling. As we entered, Sarah noticed the cage. “Is this for me?” she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

“Oh, right,” I replied. “Uh, yeah, the school wants us to keep the slaves in cages. Is that ok with you?” I can’t believe I asked such a stupid question, what human being would want this?

“Of course, Master,” she nodded, happily. “I am here to serve.”

“Oh,” I said, taken aback. “Okay.”

“So, what would you like me to do, Master?” Sarah asked, sweetly.

“Well, um-” I stammered. “Uh, to be honest, I’ve never had sex before. Or even kissed a girl. This is all new to me.”

“Oh,” she said, surprised. “I’m honored to be your first slave. So would you like me to take care of your virginity problem?” she asked, smiling.

“Um, sure,” I said, nervously.

“Okay, Master,” she smiled, and slowly took her robe off, revealing her naked body. Sarah’s boobs are average-sized, but I could tell they would grow. She’s got a cute little bubble butt. “I’ll do my best to make you happy,” she said, walking towards me. “Please, lay down on the bed, Master.”

“O-Okay,” I said, nervous and excited. I laid down, and she climbed on top of me.

“Do you like my body, Master?” Sarah asked, smiling.

“Y-Yeah,” I stammered. “You’re, uh, really pretty.”

“Thank you, Master,” she replied. “May I kiss you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said. She leaned down and we kissed. She tasted good, like vanilla. Her lips were soft and warm, and her tongue danced in my mouth. Damn, I know I don’t have anyone to compare her to, but she’s a good kisser.

“How was that, Master?” she asked, sweetly.

“It was good,” I said, smiling.

“Would you like me to remove your clothes, Master?” she asked.

“Yeah, go ahead,” I said, still smiling.

Sarah undressed me, removing my tuxedo and other clothes until I was in my boxers. She was clearly admiring my body. I’ll admit, my body is pretty good because of my hockey experience. I was also noticeably hard through my boxers.

“Wow, Master,” Sarah said, noticing. “You’re quite… gifted,” she said, rubbing my cock through the fabric.

“Th-Thanks,” I replied.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, Master?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said, nodding. “That’d be great.”

“Of course, Master,” she smiled. She pulled down my boxers and my hard cock sprang free.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled, before catching herself. “I mean, uh, forgive me, Master. I’ve never seen a cock so… large,” she said, admiring it.

“Um, thanks,” I said, flattered. “I guess I’m big for my age.”

“Indeed,” she replied. Sarah gently wrapped her hand around my shaft, and slowly stroked it. “Does this feel good, Master?”

“Yeah,” I moaned. “That feels really nice.”

“Good,” she said. Sarah kept stroking my cock, and then lowered her head and began licking the tip.

“Oh god,” I moaned. She then licked down my shaft and then started sucking my balls. “Fuck!” I groaned, and I felt her lips around my nuts. I can’t believe a girl’s mouth is on my balls! This is so amazing.
After a few moments, Sarah went back up and started sucking the tip again, swirling her tongue around. She must either be an expert at this, or my cock is really that attractive to her. Or both.

“Would you like me to deepthroat your cock, Master?” she asked.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“I’ll basically put the entire length of your cock in my mouth,” she explained.

“Oh,” I said, nodding. “I would like that.”

“Okay, Master,” she smiled.

She then started sucking the tip, and I could feel the pressure building up inside of me. Her mouth felt so warm and wet, and she was working magic with her tongue. I had no idea if I was about to cum. But just as I was about to blow, Sarah started taking my entire length into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue on my shaft.

“Holy fuck!” I moaned. “Oh my god!”

Sarah then started sucking my entire length, her nose touching my still-developing pubic hair, and she was deepthroating me. My cock felt so tight in her throat. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt. She began to gag, but she kept sucking. She was taking every inch of my cock down her throat, and I could feel the pressure building up again.

“Shit, Sarah, I think I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

She nodded and continued deepthroating me. Suddenly, I felt a huge orgasm coming on, and I let out a loud groan. I could feel my cock twitch and throb, and then it exploded inside her throat. Sarah gagged and swallowed my cum, but she didn’t stop sucking. She kept deepthroating my cock, and the pleasure was intense. After a few seconds, my orgasm subsided.

“Damn,” I sighed. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Master,” she smiled, licking the cum off her lips.

“You’re a fucking pro at that,” I said, amazed. “Where’d you learn to do that?”

“They teach us at Millis Prep,” Sarah replied.

“Oh yeah, I think I’ve heard that place mentioned,” I said.

“It’s a rich girls’ boarding school,” she explained. “I was one the slave girls that the RGs trained. I was kidnapped as a toddler and brought to Millis. They brainwashed me from a young age. We were taught that our sole purpose in life was to serve our masters. That’s all we were. Our bodies were not our own. They belonged to our masters. That’s how they got me ready for you. They trained me to be a perfect little sex slave. And now, I’m yours.”

“Wow,” I said, amazed. “So the RGs are the free girls, and they train you to be a slave?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “Some of them are really sadistic. They love hurting their slaves. But we learned not to complain. We were trained to love the pain and abuse.”

“And did they do anything else to you?” I asked.

“Yes,” Sarah nodded. “They trained me to love cock. When we turned 10, the RGs would have their boyfriends fuck us. They would use all kinds of sex toys on us. Some of them would even have orgies. The RGs would tell us that we were filthy little whores and that we deserved to be fucked. They would beat us if we complained.”

“Fuck,” I said, disgusted.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I had a lot of trouble accepting it. But eventually, I learned to accept my place in the world. And now, I’m going to spend the rest of my life serving you, Master.”

“Wow,” I said, still shocked. “That’s really messed up.”

“It’s ok,” Sarah said. “I now know my place. And now, it’s time for me to fulfill my duties as a slave. Would you like to fuck me, Master?”

“Um, yeah,” I nodded.

“Okay,” she smiled. “What position would you like me in?”

“Huh?” I asked.

“Do you want to fuck me from behind? Or missionary? Or cowgirl?”

“Um,” I said, still unsure. “Cowgirl. Yeah, that sounds fun.”

“Okay, Master,” she said.

Sarah straddled me, and positioned my cock at her entrance. She was soaking wet, and my cock was glistening.

“Ready, Master?” she asked, her breasts bouncing.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

She then slid herself onto my cock, and I could feel her pussy clenching around my dick. The feeling was incredible.

“Oh my god,” I moaned. “This feels so good.”

“I’m glad you like it, Master,” she smiled. “Does my tight little slave pussy feel good?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said. She then began to bounce up and down on my cock, and her breasts were bouncing along with her. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned. So this was sex. It felt fucking incredible.

“Mmm,” Sarah moaned. “Your cock is so big, Master. You feel so good inside of me.”

“Damn,” I said, groaning. She kept bouncing on my cock, and the feeling was getting more and more intense.

“Do you like my tits, Master?” Sarah asked, seductively. “Do you like how they bounce?”

“Fuck yeah,” I nodded, mesmerized.

“Good,” she moaned. “I’m so glad that my body pleases you, Master.”

“It does,” I groaned.

“Mmm, good,” she said. She was bouncing faster and faster on my cock, and her pussy felt so tight and wet.

“Oh god, Sarah,” I moaned. “I think I’m gonna cum again.”

“Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Cum inside of me, Master. Fill me up with your seed.”

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I’m cumming!”

My cock exploded inside of her, and I could feel myself shooting ropes of cum deep inside of her. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. After a few seconds, my orgasm subsided.
“Holy fuck,” I panted. “That was amazing.”

“Thank you, Master,” she smiled.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I said, amazed. “The way you suck dick and ride cock. You’re a natural.”

“Thanks,” she giggled.

“No problem,” I smiled.

We laid there for a while, and I enjoyed the feeling of her naked body pressed against mine. After a while, I realized that I was supposed to make her stay in her cage.

“So,” I said, nervously. “You’ll have to stay in your cage.”

“Okay, Master,” she nodded.

I then walked over to the cage and unlocked the door. Sarah climbed inside, and I shut and locked the door.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked, one last time, knowing it was a stupid question.

“Of course,” Sarah nodded. “I’m happy to serve you.”

“Okay,” I replied. “Well, um, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Master,” Sarah smiled.

With that, I walked back over to my bed and went to sleep. It was the best night’s sleep of my life.

I woke up the next morning, and looked over to see Sarah still in her cage. I was still a bit confused as to how this was all happening. How could anyone get away with this?

I walked over and unlocked the cage. Sarah stood up and smiled.

“Good morning, Master,” she greeted me.

“Morning,” I said, not sure what to do. “Uh – my textbook says the slaves are supposed to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the boys. So we should go down to the cafeteria.”

“Yes, Master,” Sarah nodded.

We got dressed and headed down to the cafeteria. But even this was more of a function hall. Everything in this school is giant. While Sarah went to the kitchen to get breakfast prepared, Draven sat down next to me.

“So, New Money,” he began. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“I guess,” I shrugged.

“You guess?” Draven laughed. “I’m guessing you fucked the shit out of that slave, huh?”

“No,” I replied, embarrassed. “We, uh, had sex. But she was doing all the work.”

“Ah, I see,” Draven nodded. “Even better, if you ask me. Make her do the work and you just enjoy yourself!” he smiled. “At least you finally lost your virginity.”

“Yeah, that was pretty great,” I agreed.

“So, what did you think?” Draven asked.

“About what?”

“The slave system, you dumbass,” he smirked. “Did you like it?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “It was weird, but… Sarah seems to be okay with it. So I guess it’s fine.”

“That’s the spirit,” Draven grinned. “Soon enough, you’ll be just like me. You’ll love the power you have over women.”

“I don’t know about all that,” I replied.

Just then, Sarah returned with breakfast. She placed a tray down in front of me. It looked delicious – scrambled eggs, toast, sausage, and hash browns.

“Wow, this looks good,” I smiled.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, blushing.

I ate breakfast, and Draven watched.

“You know, New Money,” Draven began. “When I first came here, I was a lot like you. I didn’t like the idea of owning slaves. But then I realized, there’s a power rush to having a sex slave. To make her do anything you want. To have her obey you, without question. That’s true power.”

“Maybe,” I replied, unconvinced, more focused on my scrambled eggs.

“Just wait,” Draven grinned. Suddenly a naked girl came up to us on all fours, like a dog. She crawled up to Draven and knelt before him.

“Good morning Master,” she said, looking up at him. “Would you like me to clean your feet, Master?”

“That would be nice, yes,” Draven nodded, smugly, as he took off his shoes and socks.

The girl then began to lick his feet, cleaning them. Draven looked over at me and smiled.

“See, New Money?” he said, smiling as the girl lapped away at the bottom of his foot. “That’s the kind of power you can have. The only thing this girl is having for breakfast is my foot sweat – and she loves it, doesn’t she?” he said, looking at the slave.

“Yes, Master,” the girl nodded. “Your feet taste like heaven.”

“See?” Draven said, looking back at me. “They’re so brainwashed and fucked up that they’ll say anything.”

“I can see that,” I said. “Can you not do that while I’m trying to eat my breakfast?”

“Haha, fair enough,” Draven chuckled, putting his socks and shoes back on. “Slave, get me some real food.”

“Yes, Master,” the girl nodded. She crawled away to the kitchen, on all fours, her asshole on display. I finished my breakfast and Sarah came to pick up my dirty tray.

“Thanks Sarah,” I said. When I said that, both Sarah and Draven looked surprised, for some reason. “What?”

“Um Master,” Sarah said nervously. “I’m a slave. You’re not supposed to thank me. I’m supposed to thank you for the honor of being your slave.”

“Oh,” I said, confused. “Well, you’re welcome, I guess.”

“It’s alright, New Money,” Draven smirked. “You’ll get used to this. Just remember, they’re not human, they’re just glorified sex dolls. You wouldn’t thank a sex doll, would you?”

“I guess not,” I replied.

Just then, Will and David walked into the cafeteria. Their slaves went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

“Hey dudes!” Will said, as he and David took a seat next to me and Draven. “How’s it going?”

“Pretty good,” I replied.

“Nice,” Will nodded. “Did you get a chance to fuck your slave last night?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“And…?” Will asked, excited.

“I liked it,” I replied. “I think Sarah is great.”

“Awesome!” Will said, nodding. “My slave Alexis and I had a great time last night. We fucked three times. Once in the ass, once in the pussy, and once in the mouth.”

“Oh, nice,” I nodded.

“So, are you gonna be like Draven here?” Will asked, pointing at him. “Draven loves fucking his slaves in the ass. And he loves choking them and spanking them. Isn’t that right, Draven?”

“That’s right,” Draven nodded.

“Heh, I’m not sure,” I replied.

“Come on, man,” Will laughed. “The girls are here for our pleasure, you gotta take advantage of that! Use them and abuse them. It’s the whole point of having slaves!”

“I don’t know,” I said, still uneasy. “I guess I’m just not a sadist. I can’t bring myself to beat up a woman.”

“Believe me, they love it,” David said. “Last night, my slave Lacey was begging me to spank her. It’s a huge turn-on. And the more pain I gave her, the wetter she got.”

“Wow,” I said, taken aback. “Um – what did you do to her, David?”

“What did I do?” David laughed. “I choked her. I hit her. I spanked her. And when I fucked her, I did her as hard as possible. I made her bleed. Her little blonde pussy was covered in blood, and it was amazing. That’s why the slave system is great – they’re not afraid to get rough, because they’ll heal up just fine. And the more brutal I am, the better they like it. They’re not humans, they’re just whores.”

“Wow, David,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s fucked up.”

“Hey, what can I say?” David laughed. “It’s hot.”

“He’s right,” Draven said, as his slave delivered his food. He didn’t even acknowledge her. “Women are inferior to men, and they deserve to be treated like whores. You’re never going to make it here if you can’t get over that, New Money.”

“Alright, I get it,” I sighed. “I guess it’s just a lot to take in. But, uh, yeah, I’m gonna head off.”

“Have fun,” Draven grinned. “And don’t forget about the first day of class, we have Slave Training 101 at 9:00 AM sharp!”

“Right, thanks,” I nodded.

I headed back up to my dorm, and Sarah followed behind. When we got there, she closed the door and locked it.

“So,” I said, unsure. “Do you, uh, like it here?”

“Oh yes, Master,” she smiled. “I’m very happy to serve you.”

“Okay,” I replied.

“Is there anything you need, Master?” she asked.

“Well,” I replied. “I was thinking about, uh, what we talked about last night. About, you know, the things that happened at Millis Prep.”

“Oh, yes,” Sarah nodded. “Do you have any questions?”

“Well, yeah,” I replied. “Why did you accept this fate? Why didn’t you run away or try to escape?”

“Because this is my purpose in life, Master,” Sarah explained. “I’m a slave. I was born a slave. I’ll die a slave. And I’m fine with that.”

“You’re fine with it?” I asked. “Let’s drop the ‘Master’ bullshit for a minute. Talk to me like you’re a regular person. Why are you really doing this?”

Sarah looked a bit confused. “Um, okay,” she replied. “But it’s just, this is what I’m meant to do, Master. It’s my purpose. It’s what I was raised to do. It’s the only thing I know. If you were to free me, I would be completely lost. Like it or not, you’d be doing me a disservice if you freed me.”

Wow. I’m really in a catch 22 now. If I free her, then she wouldn’t last a day in the real world. But by keeping her, I’m literally treating her as an object.

“Well, I’ll try my best to be a benevolent slave owner,” I assured her.

“Please don’t try,” Sarah said, seriously. “If you try to be nice, then you might fall in love with me. You don’t want you to fall in love with me, Master. You are destined to fall in love with an RG, so that you can grow your power and abuse us more. My purpose is to make you feel powerful and give you sexual satisfaction so that you can focus on growing your wealth and status. This is how the system works. If you try to be nice, then you’ll end up hurting me and yourself. And the only way I can truly be happy is if you hurt me, Master. So please, just be cruel and abusive. I’ll love it, and it will help you grow.”
“That’s, uh, good to know,” I replied, feeling more conflicted than ever. “I’m going to go ahead and get changed for class.”

“Yes, Master,” Sarah nodded. “Please Master, let me get you dressed.”

“That’s okay,” I replied.

“No, I insist,” Sarah replied. “It’s my duty to get you dressed.”

“Fine,” I sighed.

Sarah went into the wardrobe and picked out a pair of black pants and a white button-down shirt. She carefully took off my casual shirt and slid it off my shoulders.

“Your body looks great, Master”, she said, staring at my pecs.

“Thanks,” I blushed.

“Would you like me to touch you, Master?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I nodded.

She reached up and started caressing my chest, moving her hands slowly over my abs.

“Your body is so perfect,” Sarah smiled, tracing her fingers across my stomach.

“Thanks,” I replied, enjoying the feeling of her hands on me.

“Master,” she whispered, moving her hands down to my crotch. “May we fuck before class?”

“Um, okay,” I nodded.

Sarah unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. My cock was already semi-hard, and her eyes lit up when she saw it.

“Mmm, I love your big dick, Master,” Sarah said, biting her lip.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling.

She pulled down my boxers and grabbed my cock, stroking it until it was fully erect.

“Master,” she moaned. “I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Sarah laid down on the bed and spread her legs. She disrobed so that I could see her pussy clearly.

“Take me, Master,” she said, seductively, fully nude.

I climbed on top of her and guided my cock to her pussy.

“Mmm, yes, Master,” Sarah moaned, as I pushed inside of her.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned, as her pussy wrapped around my cock.

“You feel so good inside me, Master,” Sarah moaned.

I started thrusting in and out of her, and her pussy felt amazing.

“Fuck, Sarah,” I groaned, as her tightness enveloped my cock.

“Master, you’re so big,” Sarah moaned. “You feel so good.”

I continued to fuck her, and she was moaning and gasping.

“Oh, fuck, Master,” she cried. “I’m cumming!”

As her orgasm overtook her, her pussy clamped down around my cock. The tightness was intense, and it sent me over the edge.

“Fuck, Sarah,” I moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

I came inside of her, shooting my load deep inside of her. After my orgasm subsided, I pulled out and rolled over.

“That was amazing, Master,” Sarah said, panting.

“Yeah, it was,” I replied, still catching my breath.

After a few moments, we got dressed and headed down to Slave Training 101. Here we go.

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