The Initiation of Alexis



"I like you. But understand, you are my bitch." She said.
Al nodded hesitantly.
"You will lick me when I say "Lick". If I say "Eat me, bitch." You
will do it without question and without hesitation." Darcy said. "You
are my bitch. I own your tongue. I own your body. I own your mind. You
will do my bidding as I wish. You are mine, You are my bitch."
"Yes." Said Al.
"I am kind," Darcy said. "Sometimes to a fault. It may be necessary to
give you
tasks that keep humility close to your heart. A submissive is obliged
to display her willingness to grovel, her keenness to engage in the
most shameful chores, her eagerness to perform unspeakable deeds of
squalor, for the merest comfort of her Mistress. Acts deemed abhorrent
or detestable in common life become rites of veneration, testimony of
the bitch's indentured surrender."


"Perhaps I am out somewhere and realize I left my money at home."
Darcy mused. "It may be necessary to sell your ass to whatever taker
is in the vicinity. Say I need a pack of gum and the only person
around is a homeless beggar. You would be obliged to take him to the
alley (behind a trash container possibly) and service his need in
exchange for a portion of the loose change he has collected. He may
opt to drape you over a pile of rotting garbage and rape your asshole.
Though buried in decaying maggot infested putrefaction with the grimy
prong of a human compost heap ramming your rump, punk-humping the
dearest part of you, you will be in Bitch-paradise. You will be
serving your Mistress."

"Or perhaps he prefers humping your mouth and shooting his polluted
semen in your face (possible after he raped your asshole), in which
case you will be expected to bring me the loose change before wiping
his filthy rancid jism from your smiling face. You will be smiling
because you have tended to your Mistress's needs at the mere price of
desecrating your body."

"I would never allow you the humiliation of being sexually dominated
by animals, dogs and horses and such. Many Mistresses routinely amuse
themselves by using their subs in this manner (after all you are our
property.). It is a legitimate use of the slave/bitch." Darcy
continued." But as I told you I am kind. I would never allow you to
desecrate your body, with a beggar or anyone else, for my simple
amusement. Your self-abasement must serve some need of the Mistress,
or it is simple sadism. Your Mistress is no sadist, far from it."

"Of course, by the time you returned with fruits of your alley orgy I
may have decided I would rather have a candy bar in which case you
would be compelled by your sense of duty to beg the beggar to do extra
service on him for the necessary coin. After all that I may decide I
should really cut back on my sweets and not get anything, in which
case I would return the decrepit creature his money and thank him
profusely for doing me the favor. You would then be obsessed, if you
have any sense of decency at all, with the hope that I change my mind
once again so you can repeat the process. You will daydream of
situations such as these for the chance to repay my kindness. My kind
acceptance of you as my servant bitch... my devoted slave. Such
thoughts will consume you. Is this not so? Speak!"
"It is so, my Mistress."
"Bitch, I will show you things." Said Darcy. "I will educate my bitch
in the ways of pleasure. My pleasure. You, my bitch, will learn to
appreciate each waking moment that I allow you to pleasure me. Such is
the Way of the Bitch. My pleasure will acquire the aspect of higher
education, of understanding and of discernment - of art. While you are
in the service of such a Mistress as I the life of a bitch/slave will
be an apprenticeship of joy.  In your servitude you will fathom the
depths of my wondrous capacity to luxuriate in sensual pleasure,
bitch, you will be privy to me wallowing in ecstasy. You will know,
fully, the pleasure of the bitch. The great accomplishment of
satisfying your Mistress will fill you, my bitch/slave, with the
ultimate jewel of bitch-pride and slave-gratification, the reflected
sexual triumph of her champion Mistress's total domination. You will
experience the splendor of my overwhelming exuberance at breaking down
your puny selfish impulses. You will passively endorse my actions in
ripping the heart of "I" from your tawdry thoughts until it hurts you
to think of yourself at all, separate from pleasing me.  Does that not
excite you, my bitch?"
"Yes my beautiful Mistress." Al said.
"It should." Said Darcy. "Look at me. Delight in my beauty. Revere it.
Bow down before it and be grateful for my charity in sharing it with,
you, my bitch."
Darcy held her arms out and twirled herself slowly around displaying
her long, lithe, body. From the top of her five-foot nine-inch frame
to the soles of her perfect feet she was a collection of smooth
flowing lines that curved into the contours of an artist's stylized
version of modern womanly perfection.
 Any resistance was beaten down, useless, against this super human
form.
Al understood she did not deserve to breathe the same air as this
triumphant lady. That she could be near to her at all, an actual part
of her life, was a miracle. She trembled at her good fortune. This was
more than she bargained for only because it was more than she had ever
dreamed of.
"Alright." Darcy said. "As a symbol of the bitch's devotion to her
Mistress, a symbol of my ownership of you, as a symbol of your adoring
surrender to me, step to the shower stall and kneel."
Al did this.
"Bitch, do you accept the shower of your Mistress's piss as a symbol
of my right to dominate your existence, your body and your being?"
Darcy asked.
"Yes, my Mistress." Said Al.
 "You are my vanquished, conquered bitch, utterly given over to your
Mistress." Darcy continued. "By indulging to be anointed by the waters
of my hallowed piss you serenely acquiesce to my unconditional total
domination of you, your abdication of any rights whatsoever, is this
not so, my conquered, beaten down, servile, bitch? Do you willingly
abandon all self-respect and dignity to me?"
"Yes, my Mistress." Said Al.
"For my part," said Darcy, "I will train you to love your servility, I
promise, you will glory in your submission to me, my bitch. I chose
you as mine. You are my coveted possession. All I ask is that you
please me at every opportunity, at any given moment.  You will cherish
my weakest whim as your strongest desire. I ask nothing of you,
really, and you get everything in return.  You leave a common
existence of contemptible emptiness and awaken to the fullness of  a
life that places my happiness as the sole purpose for your avowed
existence. For the first time in your life you will experience true
fulfillment. My pleasure is your highest goal, your sole means of
contentment; this is what you wish, is it not? To pay any price to
keep me rosy and bright?"
"Yes, my Mistress." Said Al.
"The nurturing of a slave-bitch requires total commitment on my part.
I must forgo the daily activities I hold dear so that I may cultivate
in you an expertise at your chosen avocation - the utter submission to
your Mistress's absolute sexual contentment. I could pleasure myself
better than any mangy cur such as yourself could ever hope to. With
one finger I can bring myself to joy beyond your talent to deliver.
Can you understand the frustration a Mistress feels as she surrenders
her sexual treasures to the inept licks of her fledgling submissive?
Knowing the joy she could bring herself with one rub of her finger?
You are pathetic. You are wretched. You are a shabby excuse for a
loathsome slovenly wench.
Yet I feel as though fate has delivered you to me. To help you. ...to
impart in you an ideal of the highest aim and import. To awaken you to
your true calling, boundless devotion to the impeccable excellence
that is I, your Mistress. I have a weakness for hopeless, lost souls,
this I confess. That I take possession of you I do admit that you have
assets to be pilfered. Though not equal to my time.  They shall be
plundered, pillaged, from you without your consent. Therefore I will
bring myself, lower myself, to taking you as my slave-bitch. Do you
recognize the enormous sacrifice I am undertaking for your well being
as I lift your paltry tattered ass out of oblivion? "
 "Yes, my Mistress." Said Al.

Darcy stood over the kneeling Al. She bent down now, taking Al's face
in both her hands, she paused looking into Al's eyes and then kissed
her full on the lips.
Darcy stood up again. Her pussy dripped with pungent evidence of her
arousal at the words she uttered. Darcy knew she could never ask Al to
act out the images she so eloquently rendered but most of the fun she
anticipated in her role as Mistress/ Domme would be verbal. To hear Al
answer with unwavering, subservient devotion, her every claim and
request, stoked Darcy's soul with a flowering intoxication.

Supreme dominion over her sovereign flunky shocked her system with the
energy born of omnipotence; omnipotence both accepted and requested by
her sexual shlep. Al's tribute shone in her eyes and lighted Darcy's
need to play out the ritual.
 
"Okay." Said Darcy. "My darling submissive, Alexis, I adorn you with
the piss of your exalted Mistress. By the expressed consent of your
own wishes, as my unworthy subordinate, I honor you as my attendant
slave, my devoted bitch. Any words?"

"Please shower me with your life giving piss, my Mistress." Al asked.

Darcy began to piss on Al's head. The naked Mistress leaned back her
gorgeous form to direct her sanctifying stream against Al's forehead.
The force splattering droplets in all directions. Al leaned her head
back and opened her mouth to catch the golden warmth of Darcy's
wetness.
Darcy's urine now saturated Al completely but still flowed. Darcy
pulled Al's face to her pussy filling Al's mouth with the tepid deep
colored liquid as fast, then faster, than Al could drink it down.
The flow trickled to a stop and Darcy released her bitch to a coughing
fit as she gagged on the liquid waste of her Mistress.
"Thank you, Mistress Darcy." Al said.
"Bitch, towel yourself off." Said Darcy. "But do not rinse my piss
from your body. Leave the stink of me on you for this day."
"It doesn't stink, Mistress Darcy." Al said.
"My odor then, bitch..." Darcy told her. "My scent... leave it on you,
my surrendered bitch."
"Yes, Mistress Darcy." Al said eyes bright with joy.
"Animals and beasts in the wild mark their possessions, their
territory, with their piss, my vanquished subject." Darcy told her.
"You carry my mark now, bitch. Inside and out. You are mine, totally.
You have forsaken free will for the will of your Mistress. You have
come to the realization that complete subjugation to me holds
treasures beyond anything available to you on your own."

" I hold your will, your relinquished volition, in my hand. Mistress
Darcy has granted you the favor of accepting your free will, your
freedom and identity, your rubbish and refuse. Your life, such as it
is, worthless and wanting, is now transformed into an enterprise of
great significance. You exist for me, through me. The slightest act on
my behalf, trimming my toenails possibly... makes pale any deed you
could possible do for your own sake. Think of the bliss I give to you.
Think of it! You will revel in my most tiny needs. If I take glee in
watching you lick my piss then you also shall pleasure in it."

"Yes, Mistress Darcy." Al said as she finished toweling herself.
"Here my, bitch." Darcy said handing Al a cotton robe. "Put this on
and kneel at my chair, bitch. You are sweet, my bitch. I will enjoy
training you."

Al didn't actually remember the precise moment she realized she was to
become a slave, a possession. From the start she was intrigued at the
notion of having anything to do with Ms Darcy at all. She was so
beautiful, so kind. Al's initial thought was that she would wait on
Darcy, giving pedicures or light massage, in exchange for personal
grooming tips and general mentoring. The Domme/Submissive aspect
hadn't occurred to her. She had not known of the existence of such a
relationship. Not among real normal people.

Once Al's mind grasped the fact that Darcy meant to own her... to lay
claim to her being... to possess her as a thing, as an object,
then-for the first time in her adult life - she knew true joy. She
would practically be part of Darcy, wouldn't she? She would be hers
like an extension of the body. Darcy had a right hand, a heart and now
a bitch. But only she - her Bitch - chose to become part of Darcy.
Didn't that count for something? Al was Darcy's bitch. The thought of
it thrilled her.

If only Darcy would reach down between my legs right now, she thought,
and feel the drippings of my cunt. She would know the desire I have to
be possessed by her. The unvarnished need to be owned, to be used, to
be made to do things in her name that I would never do for my unworthy
self even if my life depended on it. This was the essence of meaning
itself. This was true living. To be used by this divine creature most
precious, to be made into a tool for the gratification of my Mistress
Darcy.

What bliss. To exult in acts of degradation for her Mistress gave Al -
Alexis - a sense of belonging to something more, something greater
than herself. She would not be alone. Lonely no more. Her mistress
gave her the first sense of authentic being she had ever known. In her
isolation and loneliness Al's appearance had dilapidated into such a
state of disrepair that she felt no motivation to improve herself;
what was the use? Why waste energy on something nobody wanted. Until
now. Now the beautiful Mistress Darcy wanted her. If only to be used
by her... to lick the shit off her asshole gave Al reason to get out
of bed in the morning. It gave her something to look forward to each
day. It gave her a reason to want to improve herself. For the sake of
her Mistress.

Could there be a higher calling? 

Mistress Darcy gave birth to Bitch Alexis.

 "Here." Darcy held an ankle bracelet before Al's face. A thin gold
chain attached to a slim nameplate inscribed simply "Alexis" on the
face and "Property of Mistress Darcy" on the back.
"Let me put this on you." Darcy said. "You are to wear it at all
times. It is your slave bracelet."
Darcy clasped the chain around Al's right ankle.
"Thank you, Mistress Darcy." 
"It looks lovely on you, my bitch. Wear it with pride. It is
deliberately fine and subtle. It is not necessary for others to know
what it says... what it symbolizes. WE know. It is for you and I to
appreciate. Most of what we share will have a veiled subtle quality.
Our relationship will be implied for all to see but unspoken beyond
our private secluded moments."

Al knelt dutifully at the foot of Darcy's chair. She closed her eyes
as she waited for her possessor to sit and accept the adoration of her
submissive. The smell of Darcy, the taste of her set Al's mind to
racing and her body to flames. Overcome she yielded to orgasm as it
shook through her.

"Bitch," said Darcy, noticing. "Are you cumming? Are you defying my
wishes and cumming? You are to have no will of your own in my presence
and yet you reject my demands at every turn?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress Darcy." Al said. "The realization of your
extraordinary gift, allowing me to be your slave...allowing me to
service your slightest need, overwhelmed me. I know I am not worthy. I
am weak.  I am disgusting."
"I will tell you what you are..." Darcy said. "You are my bitch.
Period. That is all you need concern yourself with. You are weak, I'll
grant you that. But you are far from disgusting. If that were so would
I have chosen you, bitch?"
"I don't know."
"Good, you don't need to know." Darcy said. "You don't need to think.
You need only obey."
"Yes, my Mistress."
    
Darcy reclined on her chaise lounge dressed only in a cotton robe. She
began reading a novel. The thick paperback would hold her attention
for several more hours. Darcy looked forward to the titillating
fiction as she relaxed casually and, absent mindedly, fingered her own
wetness.
"Bitch," she said after only a moment or two. "I need a smoothie. Have
you ever made one?"
"No." said Al.
"The instructions are on the counter." Darcy said. "You'll see the
juicer. All the ingredients you need are in the fridge. Make me a "Big
Everything" that's the recipe with the star next to it."
Al did as she was told. She was extremely competent at following
instructions. She brought her mistress the smoothie in a matter of a
few minutes and assumed her position at the foot of her Mistress.
"Darling Alexis," Darcy addressed her bitch. "This is the best
smoothie I have ever tasted you are a very good bitch indeed. Did you
make one for yourself? There should be more, isn't there?"
"I don't need anything, Mistress." Al Said. "I didn't want to be
presumptuous."
"Nonsense." Said Darcy. "You are my submissive, that is true, but you
need to eat and drink. A bitch cannot live on piss and pussy juice
alone. I want you to enjoy yourself. You need nourishment. I can
understand how you may have thought that I wanted all of the smoothie
for myself but if I want more you will make it fresh for me, bitch.
The Mistress does not drink anything that has been sitting around. Not
when I have a bitch like you to serve me, that's for sure."
"That's alright, Mistress."
"Go pour yourself a smoothie, I insist." Said Darcy. "By the way, I
haven't forgotten my promise to spruce you up. You are very much a
project in need of care. These drinks are healthy for you. A few of
these and your skin and hair will blossom with health. You'll lose
that awful dandruff and notice your muscles toning up too."
"Okay, Mistress."
"Don't look so glum." Darcy told her. "If I'm in the middle of a good
part in this book and I need to pee I'll use you for my toilet while I
continue reading. In any case, you'll be licking my pussy before too
long, just not yet."
Al gleamed at the prospect.
"You will get to demonstrate your humility, don't worry." Darcy said.
"You're still my bitch. You will be used as such. There's no hurry.
When you finish your smoothie start kissing my feet. Ten times for
each toe, then move on to the other foot. Start at the pinky. When you
get to the big toe suck on it for the count of one hundred. That
should keep you occupied for a while."
Al was beside herself with delight. Hurriedly she sucked down the
smoothie in huge gulps, loathing the fact that the taste of her
Mistress's piss was now masked by the flavor of fruit. "Maybe she'll
get caught up in a good passage," Al thought. "Yes! I hope it's a good
book. To have Mistress sit on me for a toilet! Oh oh." Al felt the
beginnings of another orgasm coming on. She made her mind a blank.

For now she quickly knelt at her divine Mistress's toes and began
kissing.