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this time she sat on top of me, laughing, while her tail-cock
fucked me. In, out. In, out. In, out.
I felt her start to gyrate, grinding her red latex clit
onto my pelvis. Before I knew it, she lifted herself almost
off my cock, then back down again. My entire pelvic area was
now going numb, and there was no longer any pleasureable
feelings in her fucking. In fact, there was very little feeling
left at all. As if by some signal, she started to pump up and
down, and the phallus in my ass matched her rhythm, driving in
when she was at the tip and pulling out when she sat down.
My entire body reached climax quickly, and I exploded into her.
She continued to fuck me, and the phallus in my ass stimulated
my prostate to another climax in the few minutes it took her
orgasm. She climbed off me the way she had climbed on and
pulled the dildo from my ass. My still erect cock reached for
the ceiling, but it had changed. At the root it was still
flesh colored, but it quickly faded to a deep red, matching
the red or her suit. The head was extended, evidently holding
the cum from my orgasms in the strange condom I now remembered
putting on.
"Not bad for the first time. I hope next time you'll
think about what you ask for. You may get it." She picked
up a towel from beneath me and began to wipe me off. The world
began spinning around me. "Was I too much for you, slut? Did
my little ass-fuck take a lot out of you? Or should I say put
a lot into you?" She started laughing again. I realized that
whatever her tail had shot into me had not only relaxed and
numbed my ass, but was now knocking me out. Things started
turning black...
I woke up on my bed in my house, still reeling from the
effects of the drug, and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve
my full bladder and intestines. On the way back into the
bedroom I noticed a small box wrapped in red latex on top of
the television. I grabbed it and ripped it open. Inside was
a red latex dildo eight inches long and a video tape in a red
case, with black gothic lettering on the tape case which read,
'Sex slut in HELL'. I unlocked the hidden drawer in the cedar
chest at the foot of the bed and put the items in with the
others, and relocked the drawer.
I can only imagine what next wednesday night will be like.
Wednesday, June 19th
After Dinner watching the news, my wife left the house
excited. Nobody had won the big Super Seven in a few weeks,
and the jackpot was close to sixteen million. Like we were
going to win. At the moment I didn't really care if we did
win. I was on short time as a plaything for Tara and her
friends, and I was filled with mixed emotions. While the
experiences I was having were exilerating to say the least,
the feeling that I was betraying my wife was making me a
wreck. Our relationship was founded on love, not sex, and
while I still loved her I could feel myself being drawn into
this world of bizarre sex. Part of me wanted the experience
and the guilt to end, but part of me (mostly the part between
my legs) wanted the kinky sex to go on and on and on.
This weeks package was on the pillows of our master bed.
White satiny wrapping paper and a big red silk bow. At first
I thought it had been left by my wife, but then I opened it.
Inside was a wide black leather belt with silver studs and four
buckling straps in the back. A two inch strap ran from the back
to the front, with what I presumed to be a ball harness midway
and another harness for my cock which would lie flat against my
stomach. There were also four sets of studded black leather
cuffs, a matching collar, and a half-hood which would cover the
upper half of my face. I had a pretty good idea which of the
women I would be serving tonight.
I searched through the box, but found nothing but a slip of
paper with an address and a time written on it. It was a place
in the industrial district, where the remants of the old steel
factories used to be.
I stripped naked, then picked up the harness and stepped
into it. When I got it almost all the way up, I pulled my
semi-erect prick and balls through the hole in the crotch strap,
then pulled it on the rest of the way. It was snug to start out
with, but getting the buckling straps to their first hole made
it downright tight. I affixed the attached ball stretcher, which
then made my balls ache, and attached the crotch strap to the
belt. With a little help I got my dick fully erect, and began
buckling it in place, the first strap at the base, the second
strap midway, and the last under the glans. They were too tight,
and wouldn't let my erection wane anytime soon. The cuffs and
the collar were tight, but not restrictive. When I got the hood
on and looked at myself in the mirror, I thought I could have
played the torturer in a dungeon in one of those old movies
they show on the classics channel.
I pulled on a pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and an old
pair of sneakers and went out to the car. I could no longer
feel ashamed or humiliated at what I was doing.
The parking lot outside the warehouse looking building
was filled with jags and beemers, and I felt really out of
place. The harness made me feel acutely aware of my genitals;
the stretching and strapping made them very sensitive. I
found a space, parked, and headed for the only door I could
see. It was huge and made of metal, probably left over from
the days when the Steel was here. A buzzer was on one side,
and I pressed it. A small window opened in the door, but I
could see nobody behind it.
"I was told to report here."
A deep male voice replied, "Impossible. We have a dress
code." The window slid shut.
I pulled off the t-shirt, then the sneakers and, looking
around and seeing nobody, the sweats. I rolled them all into
a bundble and stuffed it into some nearby bushes. I pressed
the buzzer again, then dropped my hands in a vain attempt to
cover my genitals. The window slid open again.
"Is this better?"
The door creaked open, revealing a long corridor lit by
a few overhead bulbs. The figure behind the window was not
to be seen. I entered, feeling like I was walking to a
gallows. I heard the door shut behind me, but at this point
there was no looking back. The sound of music came from down
the hall.
It eventually led to another door, this one painted
with a fancy logo which read, 'The Twighlight Cafe'. A
heavy industrial bass beat shook the ground and the walls,
and when I opened the door, it made me take a step back.
Before me was a huge dance club, but not the type I had
ever seen before. Most of the men there were dressed as I
was; in fact, their harnesses were identical, and all were
barefoot. The women dressed in a variety of sexy clothing,
about half of which was made of red latex, with leather being
the second preference. It was very surrealistic; the men were
obviously servants of some sort, and the women were built like
busty aerobics instructors. There didn't seem to be a whole
lot of body fat anywhere. I felt very out of place, but the
hood hid my identity, and I could blend with this crowd. I
went in and tried to figure out who I was supposed to be with
tonight.
I didn't have long to work on it, because she found me.
I remembered her from my night as an art object. She was
dressed head to toe in studded black leather; thigh high spike
heeled boots, skirt, bustier, elbow length gloves, and a mask,
all in the same metal adorned leather. Long curly blonde hair
reached her waist. I felt my cock strain against it's bonds,
and again tried to cover it.
"Hands at your side, Alan. I want to see all of you."
I complied, blushing a bright red.
"Not bad. You could almost pass as a personal servant,
if you could control that blushing of yours. But there is
something missing." She held out her hand, which contained
two more studs, just like those on the leather. Only these
were stud earrings.
"My ears aren't pierced."
She seemed contemplative for a moment, then spoke,
"Follow me." She walked past a bar to a door I hadn't
noticed. I realized I wasn't noticing much about the club
with her walking in front of me like that, the heels making
her hips sway just so. A little constriction pain reminded
me of the harness.
We ended up in a little lounge area with a couple of
people in it. She retrieved a strange looking gun-like
device from a cabinet and put one of the studs in the tip,
which she put to my earlobe. I felt a sharp pain as the
needle was driven through, but it went numb after a few
seconds. The second one was worse, because I knew it was
coming. Nobody in the room seemed to care, or even notice.
"From this point on you will refer to me as Mistress
Dana. If I give you a command, you will follow it. You
will reply to any staement I make to you with 'yes, Mistress
Dana' or 'No, Mistress Dana' or any other appropriate reply.
You will follow two steps back, and to my left. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Dana." My head swam. It felt like I
was drunk or stoned. I could hear my voice speaking, but
it seemed detached. The effect lasted a only a minute,
though.
"Slave, on your knees." I dropped before I could even
think about it. Something was wrong with me. She walked
over to an overstuffed leather chair, and I followed on
hands and knees, two steps back and to her left. She turned,
hiked up her skirt, and sat down. She wore no underwear and
revealed a well trimmed pussy. "Lick my pussy."
My body moved of it's own volition; my mouth opened and
my tongue began lapping at her clit. I didn't want to do
this, but couldn't force my body to stop. I was trapped in
a body that was no longer obeying my commands.
"Not like that, you ass. Be gentle, explore, lick here
and here. Extend your tongue into my pussy." She began to
give directions on placement and technique; how hard or soft;
how fast or slow, where and when. My mind retracted into
itself. I could hear her voice, but it was no more than
background noise. After a few minutes her back arched as
an orgasm shook through her body.
"See, Slave? It's easier if you don't resist. It's
amazing what those earrings can do." Earrings? Of course!
There must have been something in the earrings, and it was
having this effect on me. My body kept lapping away, trying
to bring Mistress Dana to another orgasm.
"If you concentrate on what you're doing, you'll enjoy
it a lot more." I focused my mind on eating her pussy, and
found I was becoming one with my body again. It still moved
of it's own volition, though. Mistress Dana had a second
orgasm, then a third.
"Much better, slave. I think you need more practice,
though."
"Thank you, Mistress Dana."
At a motion from her hand, three women dressed in red
latex mini-dresses sat on the couch. Each looked like a
model, with slim waists, firm chests, and incredible legs
and asses. "Eat them until they orgasm." My body crawled
over to the first, and as she lifted the hem of her dress I
stuck my head in and began licking and nibbling away. She
made a few comments to Mistress Dana, who corrected me, and
reached orgasm in a few minutes. The second was even quicker,
and the third had me build her up to just short of cumming and
then had me keep her there for nearly fifteen minutes before
taking her over the edge. My tongue and jaw ached, but I was
happy because I had just brought four women to orgasm orally
in under an hour whereas I had never been able to do it
before in my life. I thanked Mistress Dana.
"Clean up, slave. We have work to do." I took a
proferred towel, wiped off, then followed Mistress Dana back
into the club proper. I discovered that if I wanted, I
could disassociate my mind from my body at will, sort of
like reading while watching a movie. Mistress Dana could
give me commands which I would follow without question and
without me really paying attention.
I found myself on the dance floor, opposite Mistress
Dana and some other attractive women. They began to show
me how to dance, how to move to music, how to not touch a
women and yet be focused on her, how to let go on a dance
floor. Each of the women would make suggestions or
corrections, and my body would remember them. They showed
me how to slow dance and fast dance, and, once they
realized how quickly I was learning, how to line dance
and follow anothers steps in order to learn a new dance.
I hoped I would remember all this.
I looked around us and spotted some familiar people.
The majority of the women there were in red latex outfits.
A minority were in black, usually leather. A few, however,
were dressed in striking colors. One dressed in purple
looked like my horse trainer. Another in green and yellow
made my feet itch. There were at least a half dozen others.
It was then that I realized what was happening. I was
dressed in a leather harness, my strapped down erection
obvious to all. I was surrounded by sexy women and guys
that were their slaves. I stopped dead in my tracks and
felt the heat of my embarassment rise from my skin. Mistress
Dana noticed, too.
"What happened to me?"
She looked resigned. "Don't you mean, 'What happened
to me, Mistress Dana'?"
"Um, what happened to me, Mistress Dana?"
"I gave you a drug to facilitate your learning. It
must have worn off. Don't worry, it has no negative side
effects. It's just that I had only limited time. Come
with me." She walked off, and I fell in step, two paces
behind and to her left.
"Very good. A good slave knows and remembers his place.
Now get in here." She motioned to a black curtain at the
side of the dance floor. I got in and she pulled the curtain
shut, leaving me in darkness. I was in an area about five
feet in diameter, in pitch black. I heard her voice over
the muffled music.
"One last service, slave. Dance as you would if you
were a stripper seducing crowds of women who wanted your
cock. Be a tease. Don't stop until I tell you." My body
began swaying, thrusting, and gyrating like I had seen
strippers do it in movies. My hands caressed my chest, my
aching balls, my swollen prick. I felt the floor move
under me, but I couldn't stop dancing. The curtain rose
up, revealing to me that I was in a large stainless steel
cage, thirty feet above the dance floor. All around the
club were other men in similar cages, all doing similar
dances. My mind was flooded with music, and all I could
think of was my dance.
I don't know how long it was before it stopped. The
cages were lowered to the floor, and Mistress Dana let me
out. "Very good, slave. You may stop." My body dropped
from exhaustion. "So good, in fact, that I was able to sell
your services for another night. I hope you don't mind." I
looked at her, dumbfounded.
"Well, only one thing more. You've been very good
tonight, and we like to reward all slaves. Follow me." Again
she motioned, and again I followed behind. She led me to an
alcove off the main club floor. A figure squatted inside,
and I could see that it wore a stainless steel chastity belt
which made it look sexless, and a matching stainless steel
hood which left only the bottom of the nose and the mouth
exposed. I couldn't tell if it was male or female; budding
breasts and lips in bright red lipstick would lead me to
believe the latter, but the broadness of the shoulders and
the size of the hands I thought it could be male. It had
no body hair that I could see.
"Slave, this is the servitor. The servitor provides
relief for slaves and personal servants. The servitor is
only here to please. Would you prefer anal or oral
gratifacation?"
I didn't like the idea of forcing sex on anybody,
especially not one like this. "I don't require any relief,
Mistress Dana." It wasn't true. I ached like I had never
cum in my whole life.
"That doesn't matter. The servitor is here to provide
relief, and I will have the servitor perform that function
regardless of your wants. Besides, I don't think it's been
fed tonight, and it only eats cum." She reached down and
grabbed my balls, and undid the straps which held my cock.
It sprung forth with a rush of blood, and my knees went
weak. I made a mental note to have my blood pressure checked
because of the way my knees buckled whenever I was with these
weird women. Mistress Dana pulled me forward, placing my cock
in the servitors mouth.
The stainless steel head bobbed forward, taking my shaft
down to the root, then began swirling it's tongue and sucking
as if nothing else in the world mattered. I came in less than
a minute, and shot what I felt was a months worth of cum down
the willing throat. When I finally pulled out my semi-erect
prick, it was licked clean. The servitor seemed to be
searching around, looking for more.
Mistress Dana stretched out my cock, and strapped it
back in place. "If a Mistress ever gives you an order, you
will follow it immediately, no matter how repulsive.
Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Dana." She led me back to the entrance.
I felt her hand replace the large stud earrings with small,
gold and diamond ones. "Now get out of here. You did well;
if I ever have to train you again, I'll do it with a whip and
rack." I had no doubt I would rather not experience that. I
walked down the corridor to the steel door. This night was
different; I realized I had been brought here to learn, not
to be experimented on. Looking back, I discovered most of my
nights were learning experiences.
The door swung open as I approached; once I passed through,
it slammed shut behind me. I went over to the bushes only to
find my clothes gone. My wallet, now empy of it's cash, lay a
few feet away. I was glad that I had left the car keys in a
hide-a-key in the bumper.
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