The cage was small, tiny actually. Her back pressed against the back of the cage, her knees pressing into her chest, hands under her knees, heels pressed into the bottoms of her thighs. The spaces in the cage only allowing 2 of the toes on each foot to hang through the rest folded back in an extremely uncomfortable position. Her forehead pressed into the tops of her knees, the back of her head pressed hard against the top of the cage. Sierra barely has room to breathe, not that breathing in the hot stagnant air would be much better. The back of the van is so dark that she can not tell if she is awake or asleep, alive or dead, if this is real, or some sick fantasy. The cage is bolted to the floor of  the van so the only sense of movement she has is the motion felt in her gut. It is well insulated so she cannot even hear the drone of the engine. Only the occasional bump and  the hot moldy air. She has no sense of time, no sense of distance, no knowledge of if this is day or night, Texas or Canada, only the thoughts in her head, and even those are becoming so jumbled that she cannot think straight.

All of a sudden the door to the van opens. She cannot see anything with the pose that she has been forced into. but there is no light blasting her face, and the cool air feeling so good against her skin. She realizes then how thirsty she is, how hungry, how badly she needs to use a restroom... "How long have I been back here?" She asks herself, but restrains herself from vocalizing her question. She feels the presence of the fat Latino man who has been transporting her, but is unable to look up .

"Thirsty?" He asks, his thick accent piercing the silence. She can not answer him, even if she was allowed to, her throat is so dry she could not vocalize so. He laughs deeply and pulls a pin opening the top of the cage. He grabs her by the hair, wrenching her head up , it is still so dark she cannot make him out. All of a sudden water is being poured all over her, in her hair, eyes, face, and so very little in her mouth, just enough to make her realize just how thirsty she is. He laughs again and she can hear keys jingling followed by a loud noise as apparently his pants hits the floor of the van. She feels his hand on the top of her head holding it still as he tells her to open her whore mouth. She dutifully obeys as the soft head of his cock starts to press pass her dry lips and into her throat, making it even sorer, feeling like blazing sand is being poured into her mouth. She obediently and instinctively begins to service him as he thrusts his hips forward fucking her mouth. Using it, all of a sudden he groans and pulls his cock from her mouth, the first stream of cum splatters across the bridge of her nose, instantly spreading down into her eyes, causing them to burn, the second stream lands on her lips, some seeping into her mouth. The streams are burning hot, feeling as though they are scorching her soft sensitive skin. After a few moments that felt like hours, he releases her head and pulls his pants up. Still laughing at her, he presses her head back down into the cage and recloses the lid. The doors slam shut with a deafening sense of permanency, and her friend the sound of silence embraces her again. 

10 P.M. Sierra lands in Dallas, Texas. A state she has never been to. A city that is a world's difference compared to what she is used to. Her upbringing in sheltered high society, her few months of freedom in the Village could not have prepared her for this. The entire day her heart has been beating faster and harder than it ever has. She has been sweating, hyperventilating, aching. ' What did I get myself into? What will my life be like? What will he be like? Am I insane??" . She walks through the terminal, eyes scouring everyone, looking for him. She has only seen his photos , memorized them, every line, every detail, every hair.. She is certain that she will know him, she has to, he owns her.

 She sees a sign with her name on it held by a short heavyset man. She stops and stares at him for a moment, debating, wondering... Finally, she steps towards this man his eyes grow large and he licks his lips as she approaches him. " I am Sierra," she says. He smiles and motions with his hand to follow him. They walk out of the airport and into the parking garage towards a large white van.

" He sent me for you," The man says to Sierra and hands her a note. He stops at the back doors of the van and waits as she opens the note, hands trembling, wondering when he will finally reveal himself to her. The man still staring at her, a smirk spreading across his lips as she unfolds the thick fancy paper.

If you are reading this then you have followed your instructions and arrived with only what you were told. The man who met you is Carlos, he was hired to bring you to your next destination and knows what is expected of you. You will remove your clothes and place them in his hand along with your I.D. and the prepaid card I sent you. You will then climb into the back of the van where you will find a small cage. You will enter the cage and be silent the entire journey. When Carlos wishes to be serviced by you, he will pull over, and open the cage. You will allow him to do whatever he wishes, and will remain silent. Any noise, any words and punishment will be severe. Keep in your feeble little mind, this is the man who will have to clean his van after you have been dropped off, so, service him well.

Her heart skips a beat as she lowers the note and looks at this short fat man leering at her. She almost begins to cry as he opens the door and holds his hand out for her dress. She is shaking as she begins to pull the dress over her head, exposing herself in the middle of the parking deck.....

"Hello Sierra, you have made the right choice in seeking my ownership. Everything that you do from now on will be decided by me. To whom you speak, what you wear, what you eat, when you go to the bathroom, what you believe, what you think, even when you breathe. You belong to me, and no one else. I am giving you 2 days to say goodbye to your family and friends, to get all your affairs in order, and to prepare yourself for ownership. All of your worldly possessions shall be sold off, donated, or given to whomever you choose. At 7 A.M. three days from now you will arrive at J.F.K. and await your flight. You will wear a sundress and slip on shoes and carry only your I.D. and the prepaid check card you will recieve tomorrow, nothing else. You will find out where you are flying when you recieve your ticket and boarding pass at the counter. There will be enough money on the card for you to purchase breakfast, lunch, and drinks, and that is all you are to purchase. I will see you when you arrive."

The email was cold, to the point, absolutely no emotion. Quite the contrast to their conversations before. She was used to his kind, but strong words and requests, not cold,harsh orders. She started to become unsure of her choice, but her heart told her it was the right decision, her heart told her that this was her destiny.She immediately made a list of those who will be told of her choice, and who she would say goodbye to. She begins sorting through her things, throwing things away, posting ads on the internet for other items, and her most prized possessions are divided up amongst her family and friends. She makes phone calls, telling her friends that she is leaving in 2 days, and not coming back to begin her new enlightened life. She lies to her parents, telling them that she has decided to go on mission for her church to Africa, and will be out of touch for a long time, but reassures them that she will be fine. Everything she sells, she gives the money to her cousin to help pay the bills until she may find a new room mate. Sierra prepares herself just as she was ordered, leaving only a dress, a pair of shoes, and her I.D.

7 A.M., Sierra had been so excited that she could not sleep, so nervous that she could not eat, so anxious that she can barely breathe. The ticket counter opens and she hands her I.D. to the agent, with a timid smile and a look from those huge brown eyes and her journey has begun..

Sierra was a naive 19 year old pageant princess from New York. Her whole life had been sheltered behind her parents rules, society's general perceptions, and her friends' moral standards. Thin, Brunette, maybe 125 pounds soaking wet with massive brown eyes that could melt the hardest of souls. Her lips perpetually pink, her skin flawless and sooo soft to the touch. Her looks and purity was the wet dream of every straight male she encountered. Friendly, sweet, doey eyed, and curious. When she and her cousin moved into an apartment in the villiage, she thought she knew it all. Her first night in the villiage was a culture shock that began her journey to him.

She was online one night, searching for more information about the things she had witnessed in a movie in a "bookstore" her free-for-all cousin had taken her to. Then her messenger buzzed, it was someone who had added her as a friend on one of those social network sites, but she hadn't spoken to yet. This was to be her first step into the darkness. They began making small talk, and she was about to sign off because she was frightening herself with the images that she was seeing and her body's reactions to them. When he sent a message that threw her into a different world.

"I bet you give incredible head," the message read. She sat there staring at this message, her mind racing. her upbringing taught her to take such offense to such a statement, but she couldn't help but be intrigued by this simple and blatant statement.

"I don't know, I have never done such a thing.... nothing even close," She thought such a statement would turn him off, would send him away, though she hoped that he would keep with it. She wasn't sure why, but in the hour or so that they had been speaking, she felt a connection. She wanted him to teach her. She waited anxiously for his response.

"Oh my! Do you ever masturbate thinking about doing it?"

" Never done that either"

"This is going to be fun"

That was the beginning. He had her. They started off gently, easily, intensly. He started off by talking her out of her clothes. A few days later her hands were between her thighs. When she had her first orgasm to her own hand, she was firmly on the hook, and was not fighting it. It was strange, this man she had never laid eyes on, never heard the sound of his voice, never even seen a picture of, and he had her wrapped around his finger. He had her shaving her body hair. He had her buying sexy clothes, paying more attention to the guys looking at her. he had her walking around NYC wearing extremely short skirts, corsets, and no panties, flashing herself to complete strangers. He had her deeply in love with what he was doing to her. Then one night, a huge bomb was dropped.

" I want to own you Sierra. I want you to be my slave, my property, take what you are given, and learn what pleasures this perverse world has for you."

She replied with a lol, trying to play it off, but the thought intrigued her.

"I'll think about it," was all she said.

A few days later and the thought had absolutely consumed her. All she could think about was kneeling at his feet, letting him slap her around, her willingness to do anything that he asked. She was nervous, but had never been so sure of anything in her life. She wanted to be his.She told him that night, and within a few hours, had given her all the information about her, things her parents never knew, things her friends didn't know. Then he told her that she would be recieving an email the following day and to follow the instructions to the letter, and he would see her in a few days.He signed off without another word. She waited at her computer anxiously for her email. When it arrived, she jumped up and down, squealing like a 12 year old on her first crush. The title read," Airline info, and directions for the next 2 days" with quivering hands, she opened the email....

To be continued

The warm sea air wafted through his nostrils giving him a flash of his youth, a glimpse at a more innocent time before he knew what he was. His eyes opening slowly, everything dark and a little fuzzy as his eyes dart around the room. A razor thin sliver of light shining blindingly through the part in the curtains blasting him right in the face. His sight begins to focus, and he rolls over planting his feet on the floor as he sits up. He grabs the half-empty pack of cigarettes and lights one, the first drag feeling like a chainsaw erupting in his lungs. He sits there for a second, almosr mesmerized by the thin whisps of smoke rising into the air. His head pounding, body sore, lungs on fire, joints stiff. He raises himeself to his feet, jonts creaking and popping as he heads into the bathroom. The smell of stagnant piss and mildew hits him like a slap to the face as he stands over the toilet relieving himself. As he stumbles back into the seedy hotel room, he looks in the bed and stops for a second. "Where the fuck did these 2 come from?" He thinks to himself. The memories begin flooding into his mmind, and a sneer grows across his lips.

The night before he had come into town. His old hunt from his younger days. He just showed up, no idea why he was here, no recollection of what brought him here. He checked into this seedy ass motel, found the nearest dealer, and hit the clubs hard. Drinking, flirting, dancing. He found these 2 in the club on the edge of town. They said they were best friends and shared everything. He found out for a fact. It's funny how a couple of drinks and a few pills can take such sweet innocent looking ladies and turn them into the most wanton whores. They were crazy, orally fixated, three hole little sluts who let him do whatever until the wee hours, yet they were nothing.

"get your shit and get out!" he growls, grabbing the brunette by her hair and throwing her towards the door, still completely nude. Her body hitting the piss stained carpet like a broken rag doll. She sits up and starts yelling at him, until her blonde friend's body lands in her lap. "What the fuck man" she starts yelling as he grabs their dresses and purses, walks to the door and throws them out on the breezeway.

"I said get the fuck out you stupid sluts." He grabs the blonde by the leg and drags her out onto the concrete still nude, brunette following close behind by her hair.

"Hey asshole, you said your were going to pay for our..."

The door slams in her face, shutting her off.He  walks over and opens the curtains looking out over the Gulf, swings the windows open, and lights another cigarette. He stands there for a moment, staring at the girls out on the beach tanning themselves, thinking"I will probably fuck hlf you stupid bitches before I go" he chuckles to himself. As he turns to get dressed, he sees her.

On her knees in the corner, arms bound together, pulled up behind her, a rope around her neck, causing her to arch her back, her wonderful pierced and bruised tits pushed out. The gag still in her mouth, a little blood drizzling down from the corner of her mouth, a hand print decorating her cheek. Her shaved and pierced pussy still impaled by the vibrator, it's batteries long since dead, dried cum crackling all over her young body. His brand dead in the center of her belly. Such a sweet eager young slave, and his property. Her name is Sierra......

To be continued.

Wow. Isn't it amazing how after all the fakes that I am sure these ladies run into , they get at least one message from at least one real, experienced guy, and they can't even take the time for a "no thank you" reply?

I understand, I am not everyone's cup of tea. I understand that there are probably more fakes than real on here. I understand that this is the internet. But literally out of 25 messages I send, I get 1 response... 1!?!?!? I already don't write many messages as it is, but really? not even a fucking auto-response... nothing... Talk about discouraging....

Grrr... I despise it when I take the time to write a message to someone, which I rarely do unless there is something that catches my eye, and hear nothing. I don't mind being told no to, but I hate being ignored when I take my time to write them. There's even a friggen autoresponse feature on here. If you have no interest, just fucking say so! Ok, enough rambling for now.

Uuugh... so many promises, and still so many fake ass cunts ( or cocks?) kinda makes me ashamed of the lifestyle that I love....