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Chapter 1  - by gmcunningham@earthlink.net
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.



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