When I woke up in the morning, the rays of the sun miraculously flooded the cabin through the windows. I yawned slightly. I was so calm. There was a feeling that I slept the whole day. I had a brutal appetite. I really wanted to drink. I wanted to reach out, but I found that my hands were shackled. I immediately remembered where I am and why I am here. My eyes filled with tears. The warm sunlight was immediately forgotten, as soon as I remembered that they had been doing with me for the last three days. I lay and tried not to make noise, sobbing softly from the memories. If HE is right, I will never see either friends or family. My family, apparently, does not find a place for himself, and my friends have already gone to school, and they have begun a new stage in life, while they scoffed at me here and subjected to degrading sex. And worst of all, I still gave myself to him. I was so angry with myself, and the anger began to grow in me. I wanted to die of shame, but first take them with me. But still, I had to return to reality.

I began to explore my sores. The shoulders still ached, but, surprisingly, not as much as 12 hours ago. The hips also hurt, and even brought more discomfort than the shoulders. Piercing nipples flushed and a little burned. On the breasts were still marks from the ropes. The vagina is inflamed, but this is understandable, based on the amount of sex that she had to endure. As soon as I moved a little, my ass began to itch. I can not believe that I fell asleep with this terrible thing in it. Bruises and scars on the bottom, stomach, back and hips did not bother me at all. Elbow and knee ached a bit, but it seems that they were not damaged. I was still lucky - it could be much worse. I had been lying for an hour, thinking with myself, trying not to move and not to make a sound. Oh dear, how naive and romantic I was, although, to my happiness, pragmatism was strong in me. I will do everything necessary to survive and save the family. I felt the collar, and could not believe how I could be someone’s property. Never see the parents. Friends How can this happen in the modern world. But here I am. Suddenly, I noticed Bossman entering from the galley, and I tried to wrap myself in a sheet. He walked so quietly that only the smell of coffee from his mug, betrayed him.

Seeing that she noticed him, he moved the chair to her bed and offered her coffee. She took it with her free right hand. Sipping from a mug, he asked quietly:
- Well, how is my slave?

I stumbled to hear him call me. My true position fell upon me. I realized that you can no longer hesitate with the answer.

“Fine,” I replied laconically.

He carefully looked at me and continued.

- We need to seriously talk. You said yesterday that from now on you will obey. You were given a chance to get some rest. Now I wonder, do you have the same intentions?

I licked my lips, but could not look at him. I understood that my fate was being decided. In the end, I nodded.

“I need to hear it,” he repeated. - Say that you belong to me.

I gazed at him, then looked out the window. Pacific and calm ocean. No birds, no one. Even the wind seemed to stop waiting for my answer.

And yet I whispered, “I belong to you.”

“I can't hear you, say it again and loudly.”

“I belong to you,” I said in a more normal voice.

“That's better,” he replied. - So how are you?

“Please don't make me say that.”

“Girl, in the last three days you have been through hell,” he faltered, and continued, “I'll start over.” After what we did to you, you are no longer a girl, you are a woman. If you decide to change your mind, then do it now.If you think that you just say what I want to hear, and then do something stupid, like escape, pray for death. Either you broke yesterday or not. If not, you will sleep well the next night. Only you should know that you will have to sit on the box for another six hours, and electrical decorations will encourage you even longer. I do not want to cripple you, but you will obey me. Either you tell me who you are, or we get back to business. Your choice, and do it now. Well who are you?

I looked at the sheet covering my naked body.

- I am a slave and belong to you.

“Tell me again,” he said, “louder!”

- I am a slave and belong to you.

- Well, is not it so difficult?

It dawned on me that right now with this statement I suddenly abandoned everything I was taught. There was some kind of spiritual split. There was something strange about this, as if I was on the verge of some kind of revelation. And the head was so loose. Hard to describe. It was as if I was a ferry departing, which just drifts from one thought to another. I realized that many girls before me that had been abused by these guys, also had to give up their ideals, hopelessly breaking in the face of cruelty. Only this will not happen to me, I will accept all the rules, just to survive. I will do everything that is asked, but I will not give them myself, the true self, that is hidden deep inside.

Looking at her, Bossman realized from her face that she had not yet fully accepted her role. Maybe somewhere in the mind, but not the heart, not his gut. She heard that he was talking about her new life, but did not understand what this meant for her. He unfastened her left wrist, and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She sat down, covering her breasts with sheets of some naive modesty.

Look at me, he ordered.

She looked but said nothing. He leaned over and pinched her nipple through the sheet she was still covering with. Using the barbell in the nipple and thereby causing her incredible pain, he pulled her from the bed to the floor.

His eyes flashed.

“YOU'RE RA-BE-AYE,” he said slowly, each word by syllable, pinching the nipple in time with it. - How should you call me and how should you behave in the presence of your Master?

I stopped for a moment and then I found

- You are my lord.

I forced myself to lower my eyes, spread my legs and put my hands behind my back, waiting.

Bossman continued to unscrew her nipple as a punishment, and then continued, letting the sheet fall to the floor.

“Your position is terrible,” he said. - The posture of obedience is that you put your hands on your lower back, straighten your shoulders and push your chest forward. You should spread your legs shoulder-width apart. Further! You are not looking at a man. You look only at the floor. You look at him only when he turns to you or when he gives permission to speak.

I looked at the floor at my feet and blinked my eyes in pain.

- Yes, sir.

I could not understand how it can change so quickly. So be kind, and after a minute so cruel. I stood in front of him in a submissive position, as I could ... and hated myself for my weakness, even when I willingly did everything he demanded of me.
The bossman straightened my shoulders and lowered my head.

- You finally begin to understand that you are a slave and belong to me. This is new to you, but you will behave accordingly. You will learn to follow orders, but for now you are like a naughty child. But you will soon learn discipline. If you do what is ordered, as soon as the training is over, you will receive minimal punishments.

This, of course, was a soothing lie to make her more willing to obey. He wanted to replace her freedom, which she enjoyed in her past world, with a new reality in which her every movement would be controlled. He had already planned her training, and punishment was not intended for good behavior as a slave. Her emotional, physical and psychological pain will never cease, no matter how obedient it will be. It will break at every stage and level of training.And even when she was fully prepared, he knew that as long as her body was trimmed, she would always serve both hot and cold dishes of pain and torment for his Lords. It is her fate to bring pleasure ...