Owning Ayame

A/N: This is my first story on AFF.net, but not my first story period. I have two IY fanfictions with a Sess/Kag ship posted on fanfiction.net under the name CitrusSeverus. Um...I began writing this story because I was kind of bored...which is when I start most of my writing. Hopefully, you like what you read...sorry if it\'s kind of boring for the first chapter!

Ayame sat at her computer, staring at the screen. It was the first time she had ever thought about doing something like this. In bold letters on the website she had stumbled upon, were “SUBMISSIVE SLAVE WANTED. NO MEN. WOMEN AGE 18 TO 20 ONLY. IF YOU ARE NOT SERIOUS, DO NOT REPLY.”
Her heart froze. For some time, Ayame had known she was different from other girls. She had learned at the tender age of seventeen how different she was. Ayame’s boyfriend, Kei, who was also seventeen, had fallen in love with her. She had fallen for him as well, and they were ready to take it to the next level. Kei, by all definitions, was a normal guy. Until they were ready to have sex. She could have never known he had a kinky side to him. He treated her like she was his slave. And when she had performed her duties like a ‘good girl’, he pleased her until she was screaming his name in ecstasy. After a while, however, they had broken up, and she had moved on. For a while, things seemed fine. Then, one night, she had gone to a nightclub with her friend Mai, and met up with a guy she had been set up with on a blind date. It turned out that he was just like Kei had been, and Ayame, though she didn’t go out with him again, couldn’t get the idea of submission out of her mind. She craved it, for some reason. Every man she met…she just wished someone would take control of her and use her like she felt she should be.
That was why she finally resorted to this website.
She sighed.
Mai knew the guy who ran the website, and assured Ayame that he was genuine.
And very dominant.
Shakily, Ayame opened her email and began typing.

To: DarkMaster042
Dear…well, whoever you are…
My name is Ayame. I got your website and email address from my friend Mai Hakashimi. I believe you know her from the nightclub DV8. She claims to know you really well, and says that you two have been friends for a year or two now. Um…anyways, I don’t really know how to reply to your ad, except that…I think I might be what you’re looking for. I haven’t done this kind of thing before, and to tell you the truth, I’m really nervous about hearing back from you. I just want to thank you in advance for your time and consideration.
Thank you,
Ayame.

She stared at the document, re-read it, and hit ‘Send’.
‘I hope I get a reply…’
With that, she logged off of the computer, and went to get ready for bed.
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Aki sat down at the computer, and prepared to check his email. He had gotten something from an ‘Ayame Nakashama.’ He didn’t know anyone by that name, so he was convinced it was a reply to his ad on the website. Lately, he had been getting many replies…all by women who were searching for things other than what he was offering.
He opened the email, and read its contents.
To: DarkMaster042
Dear…well, whoever you are…
My name is Ayame. I got your website and email address from my friend Mai Hakashimi. I believe you know her from the nightclub DV8. She claims to know you really well, and that you two have been friends for a year or two now. Um…anyways, I don’t really know how to reply to your ad, except that…I think I might be what you’re looking for. I haven’t done this kind of thing before, and to tell you the truth, I’m really nervous about hearing back from you. I just want to thank you in advance for your time and consideration. I hope to hear back from you.
Thank you,
Ayame.

Aki smiled devilishly.
“So ‘Ayame’ wants to be a submissive, does she? Well then I suppose I’ll just have to give her what she wants, so to speak.”
He replied to her email.
To: Ayame Nakashama
From: DarkMaster042
Ayame. I understand from your email that you are interested in being a submissive. Let me inform you—I am very serious about my slaves. You will be expected to sign papers, relinquishing any control over your life while you are with me—in other words: No making decisions for yourself. As your master, I will be making any and all decisions you would normally make, were you able to, while you are in my presence. You will not go anywhere or do anything without my verbal permission. Other rules include: You will be picked up at your residence at a certain time, and I will expect you to be prompt and available when I send for you. I will inform you twenty-four hours in advance what time I will send for you, or if I cannot. Also, you will have a dress code you will be forced to abide by. You will be punished if you are not wearing what I have instructed you to. I will keep you for days, sometimes weeks on end, if I deem it necessary. I hope you have ample vacation time from your job, otherwise, you may find yourself unemployed. If you have problems with my schedule, then you may discuss it with me, and I will try and work with you. If you are worried about any of this, and are almost certain that this is not what you are looking for, then do not bother replying to this message. However, if you are still curious, and are willing to try something new, as I am sure this is new for you, then do yourself a favor and email me at your latest convenience with your phone number.
Master Aki.

‘Yes,’ Aki thought. ‘This will prove to be quite interesting.’
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THE NEXT AFTERNOON…
“Ayame…you got a reply on your email!” Mai screamed. She had been sitting at Ayame’s computer, talking on IM, when a window popped up.
Ayame immediately dropped her magazine, and ran from her bed to the computer.
Mai opened the email.
As she and Ayame read it, their eyes widened considerably.
To: Ayame Nakashama
From: DarkMaster042
Ayame. I understand from your email that you are interested in being a submissive. Let me inform you—I am very serious about my slaves. You will be expected to sign papers, relinquishing any control over your life while you are with me—in other words: No making decisions for yourself. As your master, I will be making any and all decisions you would normally make, were you able to, while you are in my presence. You will not go anywhere or do anything without my verbal permission. Other rules include: You will be picked up at your residence at a certain time, and I will expect you to be prompt and available when I send for you. I will inform you twenty-four hours in advance what time I will send for you, or if I cannot. Also, you will have a dress code you will be forced to abide by. You will be punished if you are not wearing what I have instructed you to. I will keep you for days, sometimes weeks on end, if I deem it necessary. I hope you have ample vacation time from your job, otherwise, you may find yourself unemployed. If you have problems with my schedule, then you may discuss it with me, and I will try and work with you. If you are worried about any of this, and are almost certain that this is not what you are looking for, then do not bother replying to this message. However, if you are still curious, and are willing to try something new, as I am sure this is new for you, then do yourself a favor and email me at your latest convenience with your phone number.
Master Aki.

“Oh. My. Kami! Ayame! Did you read what that email said?”
“Hai…I did…”
“Then…you have to reply! You have to! This is what you’ve been looking for! I told you this guy was the real thing!”
“Mai, what if…what if I’m wrong about this?”
“You want it, don’t you?”
“Hai.”
“Then do it. You can always stop if you want to.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Reply right now, and give him your phone number!”
“Okay, okay.”
She replied quickly, and sent it as soon as she was finished.
“How long do you think it’ll be until he emails me back?”
“I don’t know. Probably not long…I hope!” Mai squealed.
“Why are you so excited?”
“Because you haven’t gotten any in a couple of months…and you’re almost twenty-one!”
“Thanks, Mai.”
“And I know you’ll like this guy. I promise!”
‘I hope you’re right…’ Ayame thought nervously.
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Aki chuckled as he read the email that Ayame had sent back to him.
“She is eager. Good. It will be refreshing to have an eager slave.”
He picked up the phone and promptly dialed Ayame’s number.
RING…RING…RI…
“Hello?”
“Ayame Nakashama?”
“Hai. Who’s this?”
“This is your Master speaking. Is that how you address all those who call?”
“Huh?”
“You replied to my email with your phone number. I assumed you would know that I would call you.”
“Oh! Hai! Hai! I’m sorry…”
“Master. You will call me Master.”
“…Master…”
“Your lack of respect is disconcerting, little one. I can tell that you will require some discipline.”
He chuckled.
“Are you willing to do what I have described?”
“Hai.”
“And you understand all of the rules?”
“Hai.”
“You will give me your address, and I will send my driver to pick you up tomorrow at noon. You’ll be staying at the mansion for a total of three days for training. If you misbehave, it could be as long as a week. What type of job do you have?”
“I…I don’t have a job. I’m a college student, and we’re still on break. Classes don’t start until the end of September.”
“Good. Now, your address.”
“Regent Apartments…1302 Crossway…Apartment 220.”
“You will wear nothing but a tank top and a skirt. No bra or panties. As a beginner slave, you are not allowed to wear such restricting garments. Understand?”
“A skirt…without panties…?”
“Are you arguing with me, slave?”
“I…”
“Well?!” he shouted.
“No…Master…”
“Very well then. I will expect you to be on time. If my driver has to wait, you will be punished.”
He hung up the phone, not even waiting for a confirmation.
“Time to go prepare for the new slave.”
************************************************************************ “What did he say?” Mai asked excitedly.
“I have to be ready by noon tomorrow.”
“Good!”
“He said he’s going to keep me for three days…”
“Okay. And? Where do you have to be? It’s not like we have anything to do.”
“Hai, but…”
“But nothing! This is the experience of a lifetime! Go for it!”
“Yeah…”
Mai and Ayame talked all night, before finally falling asleep at 5 in the morning. Luckily, Ayame had set her alarm for ten. And wake her it did. She shot up from the bed, and ran to the shower. Once she was clean, she got out, blow-dried her hair, and got dressed. She put on a black tank top and a black leather skirt. No panties, no bra, just as her…Master…had ordered. And soon enough, a knock resounded throughout her apartment. Mai answered the door, just as Ayame ran to answer it.
“Which one of you is Ayame?” The driver asked monotonously.
“I am.”
“You are expected at the mansion.\"
Ayame grabbed her bag, which she had packed the night before, and walked out the door.
“Um…bye, Mai. I’ll see you later…”
“Go!”
Ayame was led to the car, which was a limousine. She climbed into the backseat, and the door was shut behind her.
“This is it…” she said to herself.