Owning Olivia

Olivia sucked in a sharp breath as the door unlatched and pushed open, a gentle breeze rushing in from the midsummer day and a tall man stepped inside. She gorged her eyes on him, taking in every detail as she was made to look up at him. He left the door open behind him and stepped right up to her, his shoes stopping just short of her knees.

The two said nothing, inspecting one another.

Olivia sat on her knees. She was relatively short and small, with unremarkable B-cup breasts but a wider bottom, giving her a slight pear shape. She was, however, quite fit from her time in training as a nurse but six months of hiding at home had lost a lot of the muscular definition that comes from hauling patients around and it showed. Her brown hair was typically kept short but had lengthened to mid-back during her depression and her creamy skin peeked out from her bathrobe as it stopped at her thighs, the relatively short robe letting her kneeling form peek out from beneath it and at the end of her sleeves.

But she wasn't the only one to observe. Master was tall and, to her eye, handsome. He was maybe 6 feet and an inch or so compared to her 5 foot 4 inch. He seemed to be somewhere in his late thirties or early forties, judging by a touch of gray starting to show right at his temples. He had a fairly square figure, slightly above average in physique with strong forearms peeking out from a pair of rolled up white sleeves. A strong, masculine jawline and facial feature made Olivia feel like she was looking at someone's father. He wore black slacks and a belt, fairly typical formal shoes, like one might expect of an office executive. His top button was undone and his collar suggested it usually had a tie around it. Olivia wondered if he'd come here straight from wherever he worked... but she also imagined he had travelled some distance to come to her home.

His home.

They had agreed that during the duration of him "finishing" her rebirth, he would live here. She hadn't inquired to all of the details, but he assured her she would be well cared for and he would set up their sleeping arrangements. The entire idea excited her. Everything about this excited her in ways she hadn't felt since the accident and, quietly, she felt a hum in her body that sang out louder as he leaned forward, brushing his strong hand across her cheek and through her hair.

"Good girl, Olivia. I am Markus, your Master. It is a pleasure to finally touch you in person."

His voice, similar to the one time on the phone he praised her, was rich and hearty, filled with authority and command. She shuddered as that hand pressed against her cheek. It was warm. She leaned into it.

"G-good morning, Master Markus... it is... my pleasure to meet you." Olivia said back. Her master smiled and it made her feel proud.

"I see you took all of my instructions very seriously. You are taking this seriously. I'm quite excited to see what you have to show me as you continue to grow. But hear this, Olivia." Markus slowly tightened his grip on her cheek, pinching it slightly painfully. "I do not intend to stop or go easy on you until I believe you are finished. Perfect. Your purpose will be revealed in service. Do you think you can handle that? Being my slave in every way until you no longer have any thoughts of the past you? No matter what it takes? How depraved you become?"

Olivia gasped and breathed heavy, flinching a bit as he held her cheek firmly. This was... perhaps not what she was expecting. Boyfriend and girlfriend? Sure, maybe. A father figure to help set her right again? Absolutely. But... a literal master? A deep part of her, Lucy perhaps, had maybe thought it was just a nickname or a title he liked. But to be his actual slave?

She glanced between his legs at the open door. It smelled like freedom. Like the chance to undo this in a moment, to run through it or to send him back through it.

Olivia looked up at her master and said, "Make me into someone new, Master."

She watched as his lips curled into a little smile. "Good slave. From now until you are perfect, the word no doesn't exist for you. Do you understand? Not to me. If I hear you disobey an order, willingly or otherwise, I will punish you for it. If I think you have broken a rule or disappointed me, I will punish you. If you do not complete tasks to a set standard, you will be punished. I will train and teach you to be pleasing in every way. You are going to be my perfect girl, Olivia. Stripped down and built up from the beginning. Today is your new birthday, Slave Olivia. Happy birthday."

Olivia felt a rush in her entire body, tingling at his promises. They didn't feel like threats, more like guarantees for his behavior as he seemed invested in her, for one reason or another. Poor, lonely Lucy could never know just how far he would go to "train" his little slave. But she wouldn't have to wait long.

"Olivia. Stand up, drop your robe, and help me unload my car. I've brought some things I'll need for my new slave and you're going to help me bring it all in." He released her cheek and stood back, watching her intently as Olivia looked up with wide eyes. He was serious.

"W-wait... but... then I'm... I'm naked underneath-"

SMACK.

Markus lashed out with a flat palm, striking her cheek and turning her head with the blow, reddening her face from the impact before he catches her hair and makes her look at him. He spoke with a cold, lethal tone, filled with dominance, but not anger. "I said that you do not disobey me, Olivia. And my first order you disobey? This might be harder for you than I thought. Get up. Strip out of the robe. Bend yourself over the back of that couch. Now." He points with his free hand to Olivia's couch in the living room and releases her hair.

Olivia, shocked, sniffles softly as she quickly realizes that he was serious. There wasn't a hint of joke in his voice and Olivia had to make the rapid choice to obey or it was likely to get even worse.

Standing up as quickly as she could, Olivia makes short work of the sash around her robe and drops it to the floor, blushing as she was, in person this time, naked for her master. She doesn't have time to be embarrassed as she moves to her couch and bends over the back of it, placing her hands on the seat cushion as Markus comes up behind her, his hand running up her bare thigh and cupping under her ass. He lifts her up slightly, taking her off her feet and tipping her into the couch until she slides down to her elbows, looking up over her shoulder as he rubbed and groped her bare, plump ass.

"Look forward, slave. Count aloud." Markus says simply as he raises his hand in an open palm.

Olivia grits her teeth and looks forward as instructed. She was about to be spanked! She hadn't done that since she was a child...

Smack!

Olivia winces, her legs jolting as they hung in the air over the back of her couch as Markus's hand firmly claps down, sending her buttock wobbling and stinging pain up her spine. She yelps but, after a moment, remembers her extra order.

"O-one!"

Markus raises his hand, clapping it back down harshly on her other cheek, holding his hand on her ass as her feet kick from the pain.

"Twoooo!" She shrieks out, the force of his spanking being nowhere near soft.

Her master proceeds to lay out eight more firm, harsh spanks on the seat of her buttocks and over the curve of it, reddening her entire ass. She quickly learned that the spanks on the seat of her derriere, just at the top of her thighs, hurt the most and still only counted as one.

"T-t-ten... master...!" She whines and sobs, tears welling up in her eyes as snot dribbles from her nose. She'd never been spanked like this and it hurt. She finally feels him start rubbing her buttocks before his fingers dig in between her thighs, brushing over her butthole and pussy. He lifts her gently, picking her waist off the couch as his smooth voice runs over her.

"Better. You take your spankings well for a first-timer, Olivia. In future, I expect you to do this without complaint or the tears. You'll learn." He then lifts further, tipping her up and onto the couch, crumbling into a naked, sniffling, spanked bundle as he fixes his sleeves and steps back to the front door. "Get up, slave. You still have a task." He says, expectantly watching her with crossed arms.

Olivia, knowing that she couldn't take another spanking right now, rolls herself off the couch and picks herself off the carpeted floor of her living room, getting to her feet and staggering to Master, unable to meet his eyes as her hands rubbed her bottom. As she reached him, he caught her wrist and lifted her hand away.

"No rubbing. Let it sting, slave. Come on. There's six boxes to bring inside. Bring them to the stairs leading to the attic, slave. Hurry."

Olivia squeaks as he releases her hand and gives her an "encouragement" spank on her reddened buttock, sending her scampering out of the door of her house, onto her driveway in the suburbs, and to his car. It was a fairly nondescript black sedan and the trunk opened at her approach as Markus followed after her, watching his naked, spanked slave intently. She went to the trunk and saw six cardboard boxes as expected. Markus goes to the side of the car and pulls out a pair of duffel bags and four long, sleek, painting carrier-like cases and began ferrying them, leaving Olivia to carry in the surprisingly dense boxes. She managed, but by the time she got the sixth box inside, she was sweating and for more than one reason.

Sitting down on the steps leading to the attic bedroom, Olivia hears Markus moving in the last of his things and shutting the front door. She looked down between her bare legs, noticing, perhaps surprisingly to her, that her body wasn't just damp from sweat. She tentatively reached down to touch her labia, blushing as she lifts it up to reveal a glistening strand of pussy juice. Slightly sticky, musky, hers. A visible show of her arousal. Olivia didn't even know her body did that. She knew some girls did that... but not her!

"I did not give you permission to touch your cunt, slave." Markus says as he tops the stairs and sees her exploring her arousal. Olivia snaps to attention, throwing her hand to her side and staring at him wide-eyed. He smirks at her. "But it's good that my slave is curious about her body. But you need to learn something, Olivia." He says as he sets his bags and cases down in front of Olivia's bedroom; the master bedroom of the house. "Your body? It belongs to me now. Touching my body isn't allowed. Treat yourself as if you were my property and you need permission to touch it. Understood?"

Olivia quivered as he loomed over her. Her sitting down made their height difference all the more intimidating as he hammered in a new lesson; her body was his. She nodded. "Y-yes, master. My body is yours."

"Does Master need permission to touch it?" He asks, leading the question.

Olivia pauses as she realizes what that would mean. If she was being admonished for touching her pussy... "No, Master... it is your body... you can touch it when you please."

"Good slave. Up you go. To your bedroom."

Olivia blushes, standing up as her pussy drools down her thigh, a clear sign of her arousal as her master dominates her with words alone. She turns, starting to walk to her bedroom when Markus's arm comes down across her chest, stopping her from continuing before he gestures with his chin up the narrow stairs to the attic space above the master suite.

"No. Your bedroom is up there now. This master bedroom is for Master. You've been curious to see what was delivered, yes? It's time to find out. Go."

Olivia looks at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity. She turns as instructed and cautiously walks up the stairs, not so much considering the fact that her ample buttocks would be perfectly in view for him as she went up but as she heard some scuffling, she knew he was picking up a box and his heavy steps followed her up to the attic.

Olivia paused as she looked at the door to the bedroom. Now, there was a lock on it. And, quite clearly, it could only be unlocked from the outside. She reached for the door handle and pulled it open and gasped as she looked inside.

Previously, the bedroom here had been empty and unused but now it was well-furnished. The bedroom was approximately a rectangle, mirroring the master suite beneath it and even had a small water closet up here with a toilet and sink, but no shower that ran down through the pipes for the main floor bathroom. She'd rarely even used it, but it was here. The door to the bedroom was at the sort of "top right" of the room and straight across from it, the first thing to catch her eye, was a tall wooden horse. Olivia stared at the triangular-shaped box and a rack behind it with several metal plates hanging on the wall. She turned and saw Markus crest the stairs behind her and stepped in, earning more view of the room. A tall, lockable wardrobe was to the left of the wooden horse and beside that, tucked neatly against the wall, was a half-circular black box with a little knob on top. But perhaps most shocking to Olivia, a grown 23-year-old woman was that set in the "bottom" of the room, furthest from the entry door and near the water closet was a crib. A baby's crib. A large, rectangular bed with spoked walls on each side, with the exterior one being removed and visibly having a lock on it. Beside the crib was an adult-sized changing table, complete with a series of empty shelves and drawers beneath it. Closer inspection of the room later would reveal various "mounting" hooks and rings set into the walls and ceiling, reinforced metal loops for tying things, or people, to...

Olivia turned and stared at her master as he dropped the first box on the floor, giving her an unsurprised look.

"I saw your bedroom. Diapers? Seemed like something you were more comfortable with than you'd ever like to admit. And, seeing as how you're being reborn... it seems practical, doesn't it?" He teases, leaning forward as she stammers wordlessly. "And it's one more measure of control over you. Isn't it? Olivia doesn't even use the bathroom without her Master's say. Don't you understand? You're mine, slave. Now, start unpacking these boxes."

Markus turned and went back down the stairs, fetching the next box as Olivia tentatively reached for it, dropping to her knees as she worried what was in here.

Opening it, she found dozens of thick, crinkly, folded items. She blushed as she pulled one out. She wasn't stupid. She knew it was a diaper. But it seemed like... more than the ones she'd bought at the store. Markus came into the room and pointed to the changing table, indicating where to stock them as he set the second box down, heading on for the next four. Olivia dutifully opened and explored the items, unsure where he wanted them. She realized he was making her unpack the items to make her see them. Two different kinds of diapers, 24 of each, were stocked in the shelves of the changing table. A case of baby powder and anti-rash cream got put into a storage cabinet in the water closet while a bottle of each went in a drawer. She found a set of large pacifiers but they had no "nipple" on the inside to bite on, so they were just colored shields with little hinged hooks on them, like typical baby pacifiers. But, bigger. A package of wet wipes, getting the same treatment as the anti-rash supplies, bottles of baby oil, and then came something she didn't expect; lube. Olivia opened a box and revealed two giant jugs of "jelly" lubricant. She wasn't even sure what to think of it before Markus came up behind her, dropping the last box and resting his hand on her buttock casually, gripping it gently as he pried the large jug from her hand and set it on a section of the shelf. He smirked at her calmly.

"For your comfort. Open the last one."

Olivia blushed wildly, barely registering him groping her ass as she was too stunned from the rush of implications of this room and the items in these boxes. She bent over at the waist, perhaps subconsciously trying to keep her plump buttocks in his hand, and opened the last box. Inside was nothing but sex toys! Dildos, butt plugs, anal beads, anal hooks, vibrators, vibrating eggs, an odd sort of "hollow" dildo with a wide aperture, and a long flexible hose with a nozzle and valve on it along with two sturdy plastic bags that appeared to expand out into squares. Her time as a nurse let her guess what that was; an enema set.

She looked at her master with a desperate mix of horror and arousal. "I-is... is this everything, Master?" She asked quietly, barely able to hold his gaze as he released her ass cheek and picked up the box, walking over to the wardrobe and started sorting the toys away into a drawer at the bottom. The top section of the wardrobe seemed empty.

"No. These are just your essentials. I brought the rest of my tools in my bags, and more are arriving soon. Until then, we'll make do."

Markus stands and turns to his slave, in his hand was the flexible hose and one of the enema bags. He holds both up to show them to her. "Ready to begin your training, my little slave?"