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Chapter 1  - by ShvedJerry@aol.com

I was about to enter the world of sexual slavery.   It was the logical
but scary next step.  I had the usual affairs when I was married and
had been involved in the swinging scene but they had gotten boring.  A
few of the women at the parties had been a little more adventuresome
that the others but it was your basic sex.  The women that had really
excited me had been the ones who would mix a little pain and roughness
in with the straight fucking.  A few hard smacks on the ass always
seemed to add to the sex but that was strictly amateur stuff.  To
really find out it his was my scene, I had to see a professional, one
who would not flinch or let me chicken out when the going got a little
rough.  I had to admit to myself that I wasn't really sure if I could
take it when a real whip touched my flesh.  My mind thought I would,
but it was a chance I was going to take. After standing on the
sidelines and wondering what I could really stand, it was time to play
for real.   The underground papers in Los Angeles all contained ads
for S&M and B&D clubs.  A lot of them were strictly for the money.  A
nineteen year old college girl would pretend to be a dominatrix for an
hour and then they zapped your master card.  The usual ad also made it
clear that no sex was to be involved.  This was not what I was after.
I wanted a bitch who loved what she was doing and knew that the best
sex was mixed with all the pain I could endure.  When I saw Mistress
Pamela's ad, I knew that she was the one.  I called before I could
back out and received an invitation to apply for the position of
personal sexual slave.  Mistress Pamela's picture  showed a tall blond
woman with a cruel look holding a long black riding crop.  The text
promised no mercy from a pierced and proud dominatrix.  The directions
led me to a darkened area of the city below the freeway.   The address
turned out to be a windowless building with a brass sign over the door
that read "The Dungeon Club."  All of the commuters had gone home
leaving the streets empty of cars and people.   After checking the
address one last time, I rang the doorbell button.  There was a brief
silence, then a voice came from the small speaker above the door.
"Who is it?" the woman's voice demanded.  As loud as I could manage, I
answered and waited.   More than ten seconds went by before the voice
came again.  "Remove your clothes and place them in a pile in front of
you."  I couldn't believe that I was to strip in front of a public
building even if there was no one in sight.   "This is what you
wanted" I told myself and began to do as I was told.  I removed my
shirt first and dropped it to the concrete step.  My shoes came next.
Quickly I took off my jeans and then I was completely naked standing
alone in the night.  Glancing upwards, I saw the silent eye of the
camera and wondered who was inside observing me.  The door swung open
slowly and I was looking at a vision of a girl.  She had pale white
skin framed by long lack hair with a red streak in the front.  She was
wearing only a leather harness that crossed from her shoulders, under
her large breasts into a large brass ring. 
>From the ring two thin straps went down to either side of her pussy.
>A
tattoo of a rose with blood on its thorns was located right above the
pale puffy slit of her cunt.  I was mesmerized by her beauty and could
not take my eyes off her body.  When I raised my head to look at her
face again, I saw annoyance in her face.  "How dare you look at me"
she yelled?  "You are a lowly male slut and you will keep you head
bowed!"  "Pick up your clothes and get in here!"  She reached out with
a small but strong hand and gripped my balls and gave me a pull.  When
she had me inside, the door was closed and I was ordered to turn
around.  "Put your stuff on the floor and turn around" she ordered me.
A Leather strap was wrapped around my wrists immobilizing my hands.
She came to the front of me with a harness that had a large strap
which she snapped around my balls.  She had to struggle to get it
fastened but when she was done they stood out from my body.  Other
straps from this device went between the balls and up to my cock.  The
final strap wrapped around the shaft and when snapped into place, cut
into the flesh.  The rough handling and the tightness of this had my
cock stirring and it soon began to rise into a hard throbbing thing.
The head was bright red from the restrictions.  A small brass ring on
the device was  snapped to a leather strap much like a dog leash.
When she slid the leather blindfold over my eyes, I was completely at
her mercy.  "From now on, you will not talk or look at anything
without permission." "If you do, you will feel this." The feel of a
wide leather strap whacked across my ass made me jump.  I decided
quickly she was not fooling.   "Of course, if you behave yourself,
there may be a reward."  When she said this, her mouth was next to my
ear and her hot breath made my cock swell even more.  Her hand stroked
my ass softly but then she started walking away pulling on the leash.
Pulling me forwards, the black haired beauty led me down a hall.
After about fifty steps, she put her hand on my chest to stop me.  I
heard the sound of a door being opened and then I was led into a warm
room.  My hands were untied from my back and brought in front of me.
After they had been retied, she told me to wait there.  The door
opened and I heard the sound of hard boots clicking across the floor.
"You have done a good job, Julie, of getting this little slut ready
for me" a deeper sexy voice said.  "Thank you mistress" the girl
replied, suddenly with a very submissive tone, much as if a bad child
would use on a stern parent.   "Bring me some toys for our little
guest here, something nice and painful that he will like."  "We want
to see how serious he is about serving me."  "Maybe some nice clamps,
maybe a whip, maybe some nice thick long rubber dicks."  I was
starting to panic slightly wondering what I had let myself in for.
In theory this had all sounded very sexy but could I really do it?
Her next sound was right in my ear with a hot breath.  "So, you wanted
to be my sex slave?" "I am mistress Pamela and you may regret that
phone call." "I am going to make you totally mine if you can pass the
test."  "How much can you take?"  "Will you be my sex toy?" "Can I
make you my little slut whore?"  "What can I do to you?" Mustering all
the bravado I could, I whispered with a dry throat, "anything you can
give me." "We'll see about that you little cunt" mistress Pamela
laughed.  I stood there not knowing what was coming next when I heard
Julie coming back dragging some furniture.  It bumped into my stomach.
A woman's hand with very long finger nails was scrapping my chest and
pinching my nipples.  "Look at these nice little smooth nipples,
Julie."  "I think they would like the feel of some nice hard clamps."
Again she breathed into my ear "I could just maybe bite them off but I
think I will use these instead."  The coldness of the little steel
clamps dug into my virgin nipples, first one, then another.  A cold
heavy chain hung was connected to the clamps which caused the nipples
to be pulled down by the weight.  This got worse as my head was forced
down and my chest was over a padded bar of some kind.  My bound hands
were connected to something in the floor, leaving me bent over with my
ass sticking in the air.  The chain from the cock ring was pulled
tight and connected to another bolt in the saw horse shaped device.
My legs were kicked apart and also fastened leaving me totally
immobile.  "Now let's see how much you can take" said Pamela. "Julie,
strap on that nice fat 10" dildo and see if this slut can take getting
fucked by a girl."  I could hear the sound of leather and snaps in the
quiet of this secluded room.  A hand was rubbing a jelly over the
entrance to my asshole and some was being shoved inside by a finger.
The coolness of hard rubber touched my ass and started to push at the
narrow opening.  I have had women put a finger there before but never
something the size of this.  Slowly I could feel my body losing the
fight to keep this replica of the male organ out of me.  I was
stretching as more of the smooth shaft pushed in.  I knew my ass had
lost that battle when I felt the warm touch of Julie's thighs against
the back of my legs.  I was now impaled by a little slave girl wearing
the cock of a superman.  Once she had it all the way in, she begin to
pull it out slightly before ramming it back in.  In spite of myself, I
found my body responding and moving back to meet her thrusts.  "Fuck
him good Julie, I think he likes it."  "We may have a natural born
whore here."  Julie was now giving it all to me as she increased the
speed and force of my fucking.  A firm hand was grabbing my cock and I
heard mistress Pamela whisper in a menacing tone, "Who said you could
move?"  Another sting of the leather strap hit me on the back.  "Hold
still while you take the dick."  "You love this don't you whore."
"Maybe next time I'll let some of my other male slaves fuck you."  "Or
maybe I'll make you suck their cocks." "No" I protested.  "Quiet
bitch" Pamela screamed and I received one more  hard smack. "We'll
have to shut you up." My mouth was forced open by a short fat
cock-shaped plug. A  strap went around the back of my head and it was
so thick I could only make moaning sounds. While my backside was
totally ravaged by Julie, the sound of her breathing was getting
louder.  "Oh mistress, I am fucking him hard." "I love fucking him!"
"I know you do my little pet but now we have other things to try on
him" Pamela cooed.  Slowly the thick rubber cock was withdrawn from my
sore asshole until it popped out.  "That's enough fucking him for now"
mistress Pamela hissed.  "Lets see how he responds to the lash."  I
heard the whir of the whip before it hit me on the ass.  It hit so
hard that the wind went out of me but I suppressed most of my moan.
"Sounds like he didn't like that Julie.". The leather straps came down
again with more force on my poor upturned ass.  Each stroke burned as
soon as it hit.   Sometimes a stray strap would flick at the back of
my balls and they would jump with pain.  The blows were coming so fast
and hard I lost count of the strokes.  Pressure in my balls was
increasing as I twisted and bucked.  Each time the whip hit, I tried
to yell but the plug in my mouth stopped all the sound.  If I pulled
away too much the cock ring would pull and stretch my balls until I
returned to the original position.  After about ten minutes it finally
stopped.  "Next time, we will whip your cock and balls" the cruel
mistress said.  I heard chains moving and then I was pulled off the
rail and pushed to the floor.  Several hands rolled me over and placed
on my back.  My hands were secured over my head and then my legs
spread and secured.  The harness around my cocks and balls was biting
into the flesh and I felt the head of my dick would explode.  The cock
was pulled from my mouth and the blindfold was removed.   My stinging
ass was burning against the rough carpet.  "Now slut, we are going to
see how well you please me.".  When I looked up, I finally saw what
Pamela looked like.  She was at least 5' 10" tall with long blond
hair.   Her skin was quite tan and her breasts were very large.
Instantly my eyes were attracted to the large gold rings that went
through her nipples.  Her pussy was very visibly shaved as she stood
over my head with her legs apart.  In the fleshy lips of her pussy
hung several small gold rings.  Her navel had a gold ring in it.
"How do you like my body you little worm?".  "I see you looking at my
pierced pussy." "Why don't you see how it tastes."  With that she sat
on my face and started to rub her wet slit over my mouth and nose.
"Eat me slave and make it good or I'll blister your ass again."  I
stuck my tongue into her cunt as far as it would go and wiggled it
around.  Her clit was hard and red and I bit and sucked as hard as I
could.  The gold rings were bouncing on my cheeks as I savored the
sweet juice that was coating my face and that was running into my
mouth.  My nose was almost into her smooth dripping slit.  "Julie,
would you like to suck on his miserable cock?" Pamela asked her young
assistant.  "Yes mistress" she replied as if that had been an order
and not a question.  As I slurped and licked as hard as I could, a hot
mouth suddenly fastened around my throbbing cock.  "Mistress, I want
his cum" Julie begged.  "Can I have it?"  "Of course pet" Pamela said.
"But you know that I will have to whip you for asking don't you?" "You
may not swallow it however."  "You will hold it in your mouth." "Yes
mistress" Julie answered happily and the proceeded to totally bury my
cock in her mouth.   Her fingers were playing with my now open asshole
and  my balls were being squeezed roughly.   With all that had
happened to me, it only took a few minutes before I felt the hot
boiling cum surging into the shaft of my cock.  Julie must have sensed
it too because she unsnapped the cock rings and a hot geyser shot into
her hot mouth.  Pamela was now coming also as her pussy began moving
very fast and I could hear start to scream and moan.  "God, suck it
slave, eat my cunt" she yelled and ground down on my face.   Slowly
she ceased her movement and then got off my face.  "Julie, come and
give him a nice kiss" she ordered the young naked slave.  Julie
lowered her pretty face to mine and proceeded to give me an open
mouthed kiss.  She let her tongue drive into my mouth and I tasted the
load of cum that I had given to her.   It was being returned to me on
the lips and tongue of Julie.  "Let him have it all, cum is so
disgusting, men should always have to clean us off."  When Julie had
returned all of my salty load to me, she rose up.  Pamela walked to
the door without looking back.  Julie was standing alone, a trickle of
my come still on her face.  "You have to go now but be back next week
if you wish.".  With that she turned and walked away, her round little
ass rocking back and fourth.  "What about my clothes" I asked?  "Your
keys and wallet are by the front door."  "The rest will be returned to
you next week." "Slaves are not allowed to wear clothes."  She left
and I was alone in the room.  My ass was sore, my face was coated with
cunt juice but I had done it.  I had entered the world that I had
lusted for so long and I knew there was no turning back now.

-- 
ShvedJerry@aol.com

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