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This is a series of short stories based around the same characters. They are
(mostly) consensual D&S B&D. The chapters alternately are written from the
dom, or sub's point of view. Written about 5 years ago, they are a bit rough
around the edges. This is 100% fantasy and is for the enjoyment of people
over 18 who enjoy this sort of thing.
The Roomate
Chapter 7
It was Saturday afternoon and Bob had just received a package in the mail.
It was with great interest that he carefully opened the box and removed the
contents and it was with great trepidation that I viewed the contents. Bob
slowly held up a tangle of black leather. It was clear to me immediately
that I would soon wear it, but at first I could not imagine in what manner.
"Amy."
I quickly responded by dropping to my knees just in front of Bob."
"Strip, Amy."
I obediently stood and removed the skant bits of clothing that covered me.
Nude, I remained standing, and as I had been trained, placed my hands behind
my head and spread my legs for Bob. As Bob fitted the leather band about my
neck, I soon realized that this was a custom harness like that one that I had
modeled for Claude's photos. It wasn't long before I was strapped into the
elaborate harness. The leather straps led down from the collar, between my
breasts and terminated in a belt which tied about my waist. Affixed to the
strap that passed between my breasts was an ornate silver plaque inscribed,
"Slave Amy" Another strap continued from the belt up my back again
terminating at the collar. There were fittings for another belt that would
pass between my legs and over my pussy, but Bob did not attach it. In
itself, the harness did not restrain me, but it had several rings from which
I could be tethered. The strong black leather set off my soft skin rather
nicely and made me appear and feel quite helpless.
"Walk around for me, Amy, I want to get a good look at how the harness looks
on you."
I bowed my head and slowly walked about the room turning so Bob could view
me from all sides.
"Upstairs, Amy...lets experiment a bit."
Bob followed me upstairs to our dungeon, pinching my ass as we climbed the
stairs. Upon entering the room I dropped to my knees and placed my hands
behind my head, in the appointed position. Bob retrieved my leather cuffs
from the cabinet and soon had them well placed on my wrists. My hands were
then pulled behind my back, crossed, and locked to the rings on the harness,
the position forcing my breasts outward. Bob walked around me admiring his
work, pinching my nipples and patting me on the ass. The complete restraint
applied by the harness triggered within me an unusual feeling of submission
and vulnerability. Bob dropped a rope from one of the overhead pulleys, and
attached one ring on the collar to the rope. "I'll be back in a while," said
Bob, as he left the room leaving me standing in place, helplessly strapped
into the harness.
It was about an hour later when Bob returned. He had changed his clothes
and was dressed quite nicely. In his hand was a plain white piece of cloth,
actually a dress for me. After a pat or two on my ass, I was released from
the tether and Bob freed me from the harness.
"Put this on, Amy," ordered Bob as he handed me the dress. I put on the
long sleeveless silk garment, and buttoned the five buttons in the front. I
was quite surprised when Bob unlocked my gold slave collar and noted that I
would not need it tonight. I was led downstairs and allowed to put on a pair
of shoes before we headed out to the car. I had no idea where we were bound
as Bob pulled out of the driveway, but it became apparent after a bit that we
were headed downtown. We parked in a warehouse district, that has several
art galleries and some new trendy restaurants. Bob led me into an old
building and up a narrow wooden stairway. We were soon knocking at a door
marked " Bonds Gallery" "An art opening," I thought, "This will be fun."
The door was opened by a young woman wearing a tight black leather skirt and
leather bikini top. When I noticed that she was barefooted and her ankles
were shackled, I realized that this was to be no ordinary gallery show.
"Amy, your shoes," requested Bob.
I slipped off my shoes and they were quickly taken away by the girl that had
opened the door. Upon entering the room I observed that all of the art were
painting and photographs of girls in various situations of bondage and
submission. I couldn't help imagining myself in some of these positions and
made a mental note to ask Bob to secure me as were the girls in the photos.
More startling was the realization that there were several girls in the
gallery that were, as I was, a slave with their master or mistress. Many of
the girls were barefooted as I, several in heels and garters, but all
scantily clad. Some were even being led about with dog leashes, and I
thanked god that Bob had not done that to me. Seeing the familiar faces of
Claude and behind him, Marie, I felt less alone in the situation as Marie and
I exchanged gazes. Bob had just been served a glass of champagne when a man
stepped to the stage and made the announcement that the "evening's
proceedings" would be starting in just a few minutes and that people should
clear the center of the room. I couldn't imagine what type of show we would
have, but it clearly would be interesting.
As the room cleared I saw, but could not imagine the purpose of, ten or so
pedestals set in a large circle in the center of the room, as though there
were to hold sculptures that had not yet arrived. The music changed to soft
classical as the man on the stage invited Master Claude to begin. Claude led
Marie by the hand to the center of the room and calmly ordered her to
disrobe. There she stood in the center of the room, in plain sight of at
least seventy people as she began to unbutton her blouse. Poor Marie. Her
fingers gently moved down the front of her blouse unloosing the buttons. She
methodically slid the blouse off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor.
Completing that task, she untied the knot which fastened the belt of her
skirt. Moments later her skirt also fell to the floor. Marie looked about
at the crowd and after casting her eyes down slipped her fingers under her
panties and pulled them down, exposing her pubic triangle and now stood naked
before the crowd. After about a minute of simply standing there in front of
the crowd, Marie was led by Claude to one of the pedestals and told to step
up. As she ascended the small stage, Marie placed her hands properly behind
her head and spread her legs for the entertainment of the guests, prompting a
polite round of applause.
"Mistress Vanessa, you may proceed," came the voice from the stage.
Mistress Vanessa was a tall striking woman dressed in an elegant black
leather outfit. She was followed to the stage by a slender girl about twenty
five years of age, with long blonde hair. She was dressed in a sleeveless
summer dress and wore high heeled shoes. The girl quickly realized that she
was next, and there was panic in her eyes as she reached the center of the
room. Vanessa gave the order for the girl to strip. The girl stood there
and looked pleadingly at Vanessa, only to evoke the order, "Strip, NOW."
Realizing that there was no choice she began by removing her shoes. quite
coyly she reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties and
stockings, taking care not to reveal her ass or pussy. As the last bit of
her stockings came off her toes she again looked at Vanessa hoping for a
change of heart, but was met with nothing more than a stern look. The girl
reached behind her back and unzipped the short zipper of her dress. She
hesitantly slipped the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders and slid
the dress, the only clothing left, from her body. She now stood, bare, in a
most uneasy manner, trying to cover herself with her hands and arms.
"Show yourself," came the command from Vanessa.
The embarrassed girl moved her hand away and placed them behind her back,
thus exposing her well formed breasts and pubic hair to view. Afther a
minute or so of the girl simply standing before the crowd, Vanessa took the
humiliated girl by the hand and as Claude had done with Marie, placed the
girl on one of the pedestals, the audience again politely clapping as the
girl took her place. As the show repeated itself I began to realize to my
consternation that I would, in all likelihood, soon be the center attraction
of this show.
After nine of the ten pedestals had been filled by naked girls,
I began to hope that I would not be the tenth, but my hopes were struck down
when the man on the stage called, and Bob led me to the center of the room.
I could feel every eye in the room glued to me, undressing me, fondling me.
This was so much worse than the strip bar that I had been to, as I could see
everyone and everyone could see, and make eye contact with me. Bob simply
said, "strip", and left me alone stepping back into the crowd. I knew what I
had to do. Apprehensively I unbuttoned the dress that I wore. I didn't even
have underwear or anything else on to stall the departure of my modesty. I
felt my nipples perk up as I stared about the room, the time in seeming to be
in slow motion. It took only moments to loose the five buttons and untie the
slender belt. I looked down in shame as I slid the dress off and revealed
first my breasts and then my entire body. I placed my hands behind my head,
immediately bringing the round of applause that has become the routine. Bob
stepped forward after a minute or so and guided me, with a hand on my ass, to
my platform where I took my place with the other girls.
The same man took the stage and announced that the "main event" would take
place in about forty five minutes and that everyone should refresh their
drinks and evaluate the merchandise. The crowd began to disperse about the
room, leaving the ten of us standing on our pedestals in the midst of the
cocktail party. I was curious about the statement about evaluating
merchandise, but my curiosity was soon satisfied as a man approached me and
began to feel my ass. I was clearly "the merchandise". It was about this
time that I saw the other girls being inspected. Claude was just next to me
fondling the breasts of another girl. The party guests had been given total
carte blanch to our bodies, and they were not wasting time taking advantage
of the situation. I wanted to disappear, but at the same time I was getting
more and more turned on. Master Claude walked over to me, then strolled
around me inspecting me. He next grabbed my ass and felt it, followed by a
firm feel of my breasts. His hands ran the length of my legs, feeling me as
if I were a farm animal he was inspecting for purchase, but the final affront
was when he slid his hand between my legs and cupped his hand over my cunt,
sliding one finger into my crack.
"A bit wet...very nice, my dear," stated Claude with a smile on his face
My damp slit have given me away. Claude moved on to another girl, but
continued to look back at me with a smile, as another man stroked my breasts
and pinched my nipples, bringing them to attention. I had lost sight of Bob
during this time, but I assumed that he was most certainly enjoying the other
girls. I had began to tire of holding my hands behind my back while growing
somewhat accustomed of the constant scrutiny of my body when the host took
the stage and made the announcement that the auction would now begin.
"AUCTION", I thought in horror! Bob would certainly not put me up for
bidding!
Marie was first to be taken. She was cuffed and led to the stage by two men
in tuxedos. She was held in front the crowd as the bidding began. After a
quick round of bidding Mistress Vanessa owned Marie. The auctioneer was
paid, a collar placed on Marie's neck, and she was curtly led away on a
leash. I was shocked at the quick turn of events. Before I could comprehend
what was happening another girl had been sold. Next on the block was the
blonde girl that had been brought by Vanessa. She stood helplessly on the
stage, still trying to cover herself, as the auctioneer pinched her nipples.
The bidding began, and after a five minute exchange she was led from the
stage. I didn't see who had taken her, as my attention was diverted, again
being closely inspected and fondled by another prospective buyer.
I didn't have long to think about what was happening, as I was soon to be
selected for the auction. In a moment my hands were cuffed behind my back
and I was led to the main stage by the two men in tuxes. I looked about the
room searching for Bob, but he was nowhere to be seen. I found myself
standing under several spotlights and being described by the auctioneer as he
turned me around and around for the audience to see, fondling my ass and
breasts in the process. The bidding began at one hundred dollars and climbed
quickly. I looked about at the faces as each new bid came in wondering who
might purchase me. It became evident after a short time that Master Claude
ment to have me, finally winning the bidding, and paying the auctioneer eight
hundred and fifty dollars for me. Claude led me away. I wanted to speak, to
raise a protest, but I considered Claude's well equipped dungeon and
reconsidered. Why had Bob left me here? Would he buy another girl? Had I
truly been sold outright to Claude?
I was allowed to put my dress back on and my hands were again cuffed behind
my back before I was taken to Claude's car. Seated in the back of the
limousine with Claude for the trip to my new home, we had no more than pulled
away from the gallery when Claude turned to me and literally ripped away my
dress, rendering me naked there in the back of his car. It was instantly
clear that my time with Claude would be different than with Bob. We arrived
about an hour later at Claude's home. The door was opened for me by the
chauffeur and with great embarrassment I stepped out into the courtyard. I
stood alone, still naked, in the center of the courtyard as Claude talked
for a few moments with the chauffeur. Finally Claude took me by the arm and
led me across the courtyard to the house, the cold night air chilling my skin
causing my nipples to perk up, much to Claude's pleasure. As soon as we
entered the house, Claude released me from the cuffs and commanded me to drop
to my hands and knees. "Follow me," he ordered as he proceeded to the living
room. I crawled along behind him to a large room lit and warmed by a
fireplace (welcomed by my cold skin). Claude wasted no time in slipping out
of his clothes and prepared to take me. Claude was a handsome man about 45
years old and had a well developed body. The sight of his body aroused me
even before he stood before me and commanded me to take his cock in my mouth.
My hands were to remain behind my back. I quickly submitted to his request
and began to kiss his cock, licking it, and finally taking the firm member
into my mouth. His hips moved in unison with my motions soon bringing him to
the brink. Claude pulled away and positioned himself behind me kneeling on
the floor. His hands were soon exploring my wet pussy, which was more
sensitive than I could have imagined as a result of the evenings events. I
reached behind myself and guided Claude's cock into my slit as he pressed
forward. Claude stroked in and out of me, his hands fondling my breasts, as
I rubbed my clit, all adding to my enjoyment of the moment. Claude
continued, finally coming as I broke into a sweat. He placed his hand over
mine and continued to stroke my clit until I was gasping with pleasure, in
orgasm. We both fell limp on the floor in front of the fireplace.
Some time later after more lovemaking Claude stood and told me to follow
him. I followed him to the stairway, which led to the dungeon. Once inside
the dungeon I was strapped with my rear in the air, my slit exposed, over
what looked to be a padded sawhorse. My legs had been spread wide and
strapped on one side while my arms were affixed to the opposite side. Once
again Claude's cock found my cunt as I strained against the bonds that held
me. God, I loved being fucked while I was restrained and I wished that
Claude would go on forever. Finally after bringing both of us to climax
again, I was released from the horse. Claude walked me to the small cell
across the room and after cuffing my ankle with a chain attached to the wall,
locked me away for the night.
"Your training will begin tomorrow, slave."
I fell asleep considering what had happened to me that night, wether I was
to be Claude's property forever, and what morning would bring.
Early the next morning I was awakened by a servant with my breakfast. I
tried to cover myself from the stranger, but to no avail. He returned after
I had completed my breakfast, unlocked the shackle on my ankle, and led me to
a private bath. As he stood and observed with a crop in his hand, I was
allowed to shower. Once I had dried off and combed my hair the man places a
rather sturdy set of shackles, with about eighteen inches of chain, on my
ankles and led me up the rear stairway. We passed through a hallway and came
to a doorway. The man knocked at the door and instructed me to stay there,
as he walked away. I stood alone at the door for about thirty seconds before
it was opened by Claude.
"Come in, slave."
I entered Claude's library. The floor was carpeted in soft Persian rugs,
there were several overstuffed leather chairs, and the walls were lined with
books of all types. The paintings were much like the one's from the gallery,
of girls in various positions of submission.
"Must you be instructed to drop to your knees, slave?" Claude stated in a
rather harsh tone.
Quickly I dropped to my knees and placed my hands behind my head, spreading
my legs as much as the chains permitted.
"Slave, your time here will be quite different than you are accoustomed to.
I demand the most strict obedience and you will be punished for any
infraction. You have experienced my dungeon and are quite aware that I can
carry out the most sublime penalties. I am to be called "sir" at all times.
You will obey an order from any member of my household as if it had come
from me. As you experienced last evening, there can also be some quite
pleasurable aspects to be enjoyed here. Do you understand all this?"
Almost with a tear as I considered my more agreeable life with Bob, I
knodded in agreement to Claude's terms.
"Now, before you will be allowed to stay, you must beg to become my slave.
If you do not wish this, you may leave now."
I thought of simply standing and saying that I was no slave and wanted to
leave, but a irrepressible feeling between my legs overpowered my judgement
and I crawled to Where Claude sat. Awkwardly I bent to kiss his boots.
"Sir, may I become your slave ? Will you train me to be a good slave? I
will be most obedient. Please, Sir," I pleaded.
"Very well, slave, your training shall begin."
Claude rose from his chair and told me to follow. I wisely decided to
remain on my hands and knees unless requested to stand. I followed my master
to the kitchen where I met the cook. I was not even told her name, but that
she was to be addressed as "ma'm" and that she was to be obeyed without
question.
"Teach her well, cook. I'll check in later," stated the master as he
departed, leaving my training to the cook.
I remained there on my hands and knees in front of the woman. She
approached and gave me a quick slap on my ass.
"Get the wash rag and bucket, slave, the floor is dirty," ordered the cook
as she pointed to a closet in the corner of the room where the bucket was
kept. I began to stand to retrieve the bucket but was quickly slapped again
and reminded that I had not receive permission to stand. Remaining on all
fours I made my way to the closet, got the bucket and rag, and began my
duties. The cook sat and watched as I coward the cold hard tile floor on my
knees, continually pointing out spots that I had missed. This was not what I
had in mind when I had made my agreement to be Claude's slave and after about
half an hour of the cook's prodding, I turned to her and sharply stated, "I'm
doing the best I can." I quickly realized that I had made a critical error
as I heard her clap her hands.
"The Master will be informed of your brashness, slave. Now continue with
the floor!
Dropping back to my hands and knees I quietly completed my task. The day
was filled with the worst of kitchen tasks, made more unpleasant by my nudity
and the chains that secured my ankles. By the end of the day I was sure that
begging Claude for slavery was a big mistake. I would tell him that I had
reconsidered and I wished to be set free at the next opportunity. That
opportunity was to come that evening as I knelt before him in the dungeon.
"Slave, the cook has reported to me that you spoke back to her. You know
that I must punish you for that.
"Claude, I don't want to be your slave any more, this is so much different
that Bob's...
I was cut off mid sentence.
"You have made a contract and you will be held to it, slave. Furthermore,
you will be punished for calling me other than 'sir', in addition to the
punishment for sassing the cook. Tomorrow morning you will be punished in
the garden for the entertainment of the entire staff."
Minutes later I found myself alone in my cell, chained to the wall,
considering my future.
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