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   Ah another beautiful day in Orlando Florida, I thought to myself as I
left my house and walked towards the driveway to get to my car.  A few
minutes later I was driving towards the expressway on my way to work.  It
was only a 15 minute drive if traffic wasn't heavy and today was one that
didn't have mounds of cars backing up the expressway.



   Soon after I got off the expressway, I found an open spot to park just
across the street from the building in which I worked at as an intern at a
lawyer's firm.

   I quickly walked into the 7/11 and got myself the usual- the day's
newspaper and a cup of coffee.  I was about to go pay for these items when
a magazine I've never seen before caught my eye.  It was called "Orlando's
Finest Personals-Find Exactly What You've Been Waiting For".  Curious, I
picked it up, then walked over to the cashier.

   "Hey Jonathan, how's it going?" The cashier greeted me.

   I smiled and replied ''Not bad, how about yourself, Jenn?''

   Jenn was an attractive girl, about 5'9 and she had light brown hair with
dark brown eyes.  We were the same age, 23.  As far back as I can remember
she's been working here and every morning except on Fridays, we get to have
our small talks.

   ''Good, thanks.  Oh I see that you're buying this new magazine.  It's
already getting popular around here.  I hear there are tons of personal ADs
to choose from.  Well hope you'll enjoy it.''

   I thanked her, then waved goodbye as I was walking through the door.

   I then krossed the street to get to work.

   The small law firm was on the 27th floor so I had a mintue to browse
through the magazine.

   The table of contents proved to be helpful as there were many different
sections from people who posted up ADs looking from short to long term
relationships to the divorced who were only looking for one night stands.
But the section that caught my attention most was the last section which
was only 2 pages long compared to the other sections where each lasted 5-10
pages.  This section was labeled ''For The Doms and Subs''.

   Ding!

   I looked up to see that I had reached my floor.  Disappointed, I had to
close the magazine and get back to it later on my break.

   The next few hours didn't pass by as quickly as I had hoped.  Finally,
it was a quarter to 1PM, my lunch break!

   Ted, one of the other interns poked his head into the filing room and
asked me if I was ready to go with him and the others to grab some lunch at
the usual restaurant nearby.

   ''No, not today.  I'm not feeling hungry''

   He just responded by shrugging and left me alone.

   Quickly, I left the filing room and headed straight for the conference
room where I knew it would be empty for at least another hour or so.

   My lunch breaks are only an hour long and they always go by too fast. 
On the way to the room, I stopped by the interns' huge office and walked
over to my desk where I hastily pulled out the magazine from the bottom
drawer.

   I waved a hello to some of the interns that had an earlier lunch break.

   Seeing how they were just lingering there talking amongst themselves, I
made the right choice to go read my magazine in the conference room.

   It was jus down the hall to my left.  As I got in, I made sure to close
and lock the door behind me.

   Settling in the nearest chair, I plopped the magazine down in front of
me and went straight to the last section.

   The first AD- "I'm a 30 year old woman who has been a dominatrix for 5
years now.  I recently lost my slave due to the fact he had to move to
another state.  What I'm looking for his someone who will replace him.  His
duties included: cooking, cleaning, letting me humiliate him in front of my
friends...''

   I stopped short and thought this is a waste of time.  I'm not interested
in putting on a show for an audience.  I moved on to another AD in hopes it
was something more intriguing.  I was wrong.  This was even worse than the
first-

   ''26 year old F seeking a very sub M to be a toilet slave.  Must have
experience.  Looking for someone on the weekends only.  You will be
compensated with meals everytime you are released...''

   My jaw dropped.  What is this?  How horrible!  I think I've read enough.

   Just when I was about to close the magazine in disgust, another AD's
headline caught the corner of my eye.

   It read: "Looking for a slave to love me''

   I decided to read on- ''Hi there.  You can call me Mistress Chloe. 
Here's a little bit of info about me.  I am 28 years old, 5'5, have
naturally reddish black hair that is quite curly.  Request a pic if
interested.  Also, this is what I'm looking for in a slave: 18-25 Male, no
criminal background, trustworthy, reliable, obedient, willing to give me
sex whenever I ask, if you're into being blindfolded, tied up, whipped and
having other things inflicted on you, then you must answer my AD.  I look
forward to meeting you.''

   Thoughtfully, I licked my lips and the more I thought of writing her,
the more my cock got hard.

   Without even giving it a second thought, I unzipped my pants and took my
rock hard cock out and began to stroke it.

   Ok so now its up to me.  The ball's in my court.  I've always fantasized
about being dominated.  What man hasn't?  At the end of the day, when I get
home, I'll be sure to e-mail her.  Wait...did she even leave her email
address?  I quickly glanced over at the AD and saw there was one.

   Remembering that I was stroking myself, I sped up my movements, eager to
cum.

   I closed my eyes, licked my lips once again, and imagined all the things
she'd do to me.  In less than 10 minutes, I exploded.

   Still moaning and feeling a tiny bit tired now, I reached over to the
tissues that were put in the middle of the table and started to clean
myself.  Luckily, I was careful enought not to get any on my pants.

   I checked the clock that was on the wall to my right and saw that my
lunch break was nearly over.

   Oh just great.  Now I'm hungry and my stomach started to growl.  I hope
the rest of the day would go by quickly.

   Buzzz!

   I woke with a start not recalling where I was for a second.  When my
grogginess cleared my mind, I took note of the alarm clock by my bed still
going off.  I reached out and shut it off.

   Boy, I had such a long day, staying three hours past my usual time at
work.  Now I remember coming home, went upstairs, took off all my clothes
and jumped right into bed.  And I had set my alarm to only let me sleep one
hour as I have been looking forward to emailing Mistress Chloe.

   Still naked, I practically ran down the stairs to my living room and
turned on my computer.  Impatiently, I waited for it to boot up.

   Finally I was at Yahoo's site.  I typed as fast as I could to log in.

   Junk mail after junk mail, nothing good.

   As I clicked on compose, I realized I didn't have her email address on
me.  I ran back up the stairs, picked up my pants and pulled out the AD
from one of my pockets.  I had ripped out her AD from the magazine and
threw out the entire magazine.

   Unfolding the AD, I settled into my computer chair once again and
started to type.

   Hmm what should I say?

   ''Mistress Chloe,"

   My name is Jonathan and I'm a 23 year old intern at a law firm.  I have
no experience in being a slave but when I read your AD and what you were
looking for, I feel that I'm right for the job.  I will aim to please you
in any way.  I hope to hear from you soon and hope you'll consider
enclosing a picture of yourself in your reply.

   Yours, Jonathan''

   Satisfied with what I wrote, I selected a picture of myself for her to
send along with the email.  I held my breath as I clicked send.

   The next day was just like yesterday.  Slow.  This time however my boss
didn't ask me to stay after 5PM.

   I rushed home and headed straight to my computer, not even bothering to
close my front door.

   It was a really hot day anyway and my air conditioner was broken.  The
breeze that came from outside made some of the heat from the living room
disappear.

   Yes!  She replied!

   Nervously, I opened up her email to read it

   ''Hello darling,

   Thanks for responding to my AD.  I'm not one to beat around the bush. 
Would you like to set up an interview tomorrow night?  How about 8PM?  Give
me a call 800 333 3333.

   from, Mistress Chloe''

   Wow.  She must've been impressed by my picture since she wants to meet
so quickly.  I then opened up the attachment she sent.

   My screen was filled with a lovely woman, who didn't look a day over age
25.  She had curly reddish black hair just as she had described in her AD.
Her eyes were stunning, her smile seductive.  I can't believe someone as
beautiful as her would need to put up an AD to search for a slave.

   Surprisingly the next day went by fast.  When I got in the door of my
house, I took two steps at a time and quickly took off my clothes and
hopped in the shower.

   After about 10 to 15 minutes of showering and drying off, I went to my
bedroom and searched for the right clothes to wear.

   I decided to go with a laid back look.  I picked out a white tank top
and my fave pair of khaki shorts.  Sprayed on some cologne and brushed a
comb thru my hair.

   Checking for her number in the email, I excitedly dialed the number.

   To my surprise, a man picked up the phone and before I could say
anything he asked ''Is this Jonathan?''

   I replied yes.

   Then without hesitation, the man told me how to get there and just hung
up, leaving me still surprised.

   Maybe she's rich and has a butler?

   Before I knew it, I pulled into her driveway.

   As I got out, I took a few minutes to take in the view.  The house stood
tall, with a total of 3 floors up.  There were only 5 steps I had to walk
up to the front door.  Her porch was wide with a swing fit for two people
on the right side and on the left side, there were 4 small wicker chairs
surrounding a small matching table.

   Tugging on my goatee nervously, I pushed the doorbell and held it for 2
seconds.

   The front door flung open, only to reveal a marble floor with heavy
expensive looking vases in each corner of the foyer for decoration.

   My attention turned to the figure before me.  He must've been the one I
spoke to over the phone.  I was right to guess she has a butler.

   Once again, before I could open my mouth to speak, he wordlessly ushered
me in and closed the door behind us.

   He then led us to the living room which was elegantly designed in dark
red velvet curtains, with a huge soft sofa to match.  I noticed even the
pillows were made of dark red velvet.

   Dark red must be Mistress Chloe's fave color.

   The butler then turned to me and gestured for me to make myself
comfortable on the sofa.

   ''She'll be right with you''

   With that, he left me alone to admire the painting that was hung over
the marble fireplace.

   After studying the painting for a minute, I looked around my
surroundings and noticed everything was either marble, dark red, and white
porcelain.

   Whoever decorated her home used the same boring theme.

   Just when I was getting up to look out the window, I heard the heels of
her stilettos clicking on the slick marble floor.

   ''Mistress Chloe you look even more stunning than your picture''

   She sauntered over to me, extending her hand out to me with her palm
facing the floor.

   I got the hint, and bent over slightly to kiss her hand.

   Stepping back a few steps, she looked me up and down.  It was hard to
tell what she was thinking cause her face was expressionless.

   Without a word, she led me out of the room and into the kitchen.

   Needless to say, the dinner table and the 6 chairs that surrounded it
were made of dark red velvet.

   She sat down on one of them, so I took the hint and sat down on the one
across from her.

   Shaking her head, she looked right at me, and patted the chair next to
her.  Implying I should sit next to her.

   I moved to her side.

   She smiled for the first time since I arrived and said ''Dinner will be
served shortly by my butler.  He's been with me for quite awhile now and is
a great multi-tasker'' gesturing at the phone and towards the front door.

   Timidly I asked ''What did he make for us?''

   ''I requested filet mignon with two side dishes.  I'm sure you'll enjoy
your meal.''

   As she was finishin up her sentence, the butler appeared.

   He left as abruptly as he had came in.

   After dinner, she took me up to her bedroom.

   The room was huge, the floor was marble, the walls were of a cream
color, and her bed had a heavy dark red velvet blanket over it.

   It was romantic how she had a shear, white canopy.

   Mistress Chloe walked over to her bed and sat down, waiting for me to
follow her.

   Gulping down my nervousness, I went to sit next to her.

   ''What made you want to be my slave?''

   ''I've always wanted to experiment, and your AD appealed to me.  It
would be my honor to serve you in any way you'd like.  I want you to do
with me what you seem fit.  Satisfying you is my number one goal.''

   ''Are you sure you're willing to go that far?''

   ''Yes mistress, please accept me to be your slave''

   Without hesitating I got off the bed and fell to the floor on my knees
and kissed her feet.

   She seemed pleased.

   She leaned over and brought my face to hers, I stared at her soft
inviting lips and I figured it couldn't hurt to kiss her.

   I faintly felt her lips brush against mine.  Then the kiss turned into a
very passionate but slow kiss.

   The kisses got more and more needy as my cock got harder and harder,
anticipating what would happen next.

   She then finally withdrew from me, went to her nightstand, pulled out
the top drawer and took out handcuffs.

   Ordering me to get on her bed, she started to lock me in place.

   I couldn't believe what happened next.  Her body took my breath away.

   She was dressed in a strapless black dress and she easily slipped out of
it but she kept her stilettos on.

   It was then I saw she had no panties on.

   Hurriedly she climbed onto the bed, and she positioned herself over my
face so that I stared right up into her pussy.

   I could already smell her juices.  Hungrily I licked my lips.

   Without any warning, she sat down on my face.

   ''Suck my clit now, you fucking slave!  I assure you I will not get up
off your face til you make me cum!"

   I quickly stuck my tongue out and started to swirl around her clit. 
Tasting her yummy juicy pussy got me even harder.  I wanted to ask her if
she would be kind enough to unzip my shorts for me so that my penis can
have room to spring out.

   Of course, since I couldn't even breathe well, I knew talking would be
out of the question.

   I took turns paying attention to her clit and her pussy.  I went back
and forth from gently nibbling on her clit to licking her pussy and
sticking my tongue in and out of it.

   Just when I thought I had a good rhythm going, she abruptly got off my
face, dripping her juices all over my face in the process.  I turned my
head slightly to the left, wondering what she had in store for me next.

   My eyes started to open wide as she went to her nightstand and withdrew
a blindfold and some nipple clamps.

   Oh my, I started to think, is she really going to use those clamps on
me?

   Mistress Chloe gave me a sly look and took one of the clamps to her lips
and licked it a few times.

   She then crawled back onto the bed and got beside my head and started to
blindfold me.

   ''My mistress, can I make a small request?  Could you be so kind as to
unzipping my pants?''

   In almost a whisper she replied, ''Don't worry baby, that part shall
come in due time''

   After I felt her tightening the knot behind my head, she lifted up my
shirt and began to clamp my nipples.

   My body jerked a little bit in response to the pain.

   Ah well, there's nothing I can do about it now, I thought.

   As soon as the clamps were in place, she hopped back onto my face.

   ''You haven't made me cum yet, do it NOW!'' she insisted.

   ''Yes mistress''

   So I resumed the same rhythm I had before.

   Soon enough, she started to rub her pussy in my face harder.

   I knew she was close.

   She started to moan in pleasure as I felt a sudden warm fluid flow into
my gaping mouth.  I swallowed quickly and lashed out my tongue deep into
her pussy for more.



   For awhile, she just sat there, making it hard for me to breathe.

   Luckily, she got up about two minutes later.  Relieving the pain on my
face, I quickly gulped in some air.

   My blindfold was removed.  I blinked a few times to try and get my
vision back to its full potential.

   Then, I looked up and watched her stroke her hair back into place.  I
wish that was my cock she was stroking.

   As if my mind was read, she glanced over at me and smiled.

   ''I think its ur turn.  Would you like to watch or have me blindfold you
again?''

   "Anything you wish mistress''

   She bit down on her lip thoughtfully and said ''Ok, you've been a good
boy so far, I'll let you watch this time''

   Moving slowly towards me, she then un-did my shorts and pulled them off
of me.

   Without even bothering to look at me, she stuck her tongue out, and
started to slowly trail it on my fully erect cock.



   She slowly went up and down, just licking it, while she held the base of
my cock with her right hand.

   My mistress stopped at the tip of my cock to lick off the pre-cum, then
she swirled her tongue around the head.

   She did so more than a few times, letting her saliva drip down to the
rest of my cock.

   Oh god...this is so intense!  I can't wait for her to actually take my
cock all the way into her mouth.

   At this point, I wanted nothing but to feel her warm wet mouth around my
penis.

   Why did she have to torture me so?

   She stopped all of her licking, looked at me, all the while stroking my
penis with her right hand.

   To my surprise, she got off the bed and went to her closet.

   She took out 2 bathrobes, a dark green bathrobe and a cream colored one.
Without a word, she threw the dark green one at me.

   Without breaking her stride, she bid me good night and left the room,
leaving the door wide open.

   To my embarrassment, a minute or two later, her butler showed up and
walked right into the room.

   He un-tied me then ordered me to put on the bathrobe.

   I then was finally able to take off the nipple clamps and slowly started
to feel my sensation coming back to me.

   He stole a glance at me, as if he saw these kind of things all the time.

   The butler gestured for me to follow him.

   What in the world is going on here?

   He led me down the hall, down the stairs, walked through the kitchen,
opened up another door, then I realized he was leading me into the
basement.

   I took a good look around for my mistress but didn't see her anywhere.

   The basement was too dim for me to really make out what was down here.

   I turned to the butler to see what he was going to do next.

   He grabbed one of my wrists then, and before I realized what was
happening, both my wrists were bound to these shackles that were on the
left side of the wall of the basement.

   To my horror, I had a feeling this was where I was to sleep tonight!

   Seemingly satisfied with the shackles being in place, the butler started
to turn to leave.

   ''Wait!  Where have my mistress gone?''

   He turned back around and looked like he was about to tell me but then
he just closed up his mouth again.



   "Hey, you can't just leave me here you know!"



   Soon I found myself alone with only the dim light and shackles to keep
me company.

   Well at least it's warm in here.

   I had hopes my mistress would come back to finish what she had started,
but she never came back for me that night.

   Reluctantly, I tried my best to get comfortable, and tried to fall
asleep.

   I wonder what the next day will bring...



   To be continued.......................



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