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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Slave Trading (MF, exh, bond, d/s, reluc, 1st) By Nancy Martin (Address withheld by request) *** Fun female slave trading in surburban Long Island. *** Three years ago my husband and I moved to a quaint little town on Eastern Long Island. We have been into role-playing practically since we met twelve years ago. My name is Nancy. I'm 35 and my husband, Eric is 37. While we both enjoy taking control from time to time with the other partner serving the submissive role, I have always preferred to be the submissive and enjoy being taken and controlled. This was always done in the privacy of our own home, but that was soon to change. Shortly after we moved to Long Island we decided to go to a swing club in Nassau County, located 40 miles west of our home. While we had fantasized and talked about swapping we had never swapped partners before. The closest we ever came to that experience, was when we had sex in the same room as another couple after an incredible party and we were able to watch each other. It was a fantastic experience, which we would often reflect on. We were extremely uncomfortable at first, but after a few drinks we became more sociable. My husband, who is very outgoing and confident, met Brian at the bar while he was getting me a drink. They struck up a conversation and to make a long story short, Brian told Eric about an invitation only club of men that traded slaves twice a month for a day of hedonism. Eric was immediately interested and got the name and email of the organizer. Nothing happened that night and Eric didn't tell me about this until several weeks later after he had found out more about the organization. Essentially the club worked as follows. The couple is interviewed together by a membership committee of three men. You are usually invited into the club at the interview, the membership committee makes the decision and typically everyone is accepted. We were told that the club currently consisted of 25 men (slave masters) and 37 women (slaves). Slave masters are allowed to own / sponsor multiple slaves. Slave trading is available twice a month and is done over the Internet. Typically 12-18 slave masters participate in a given weekend. A username and password are provided to each master who then can sign on, and request to trade that weekend. Requests must be completed by Wednesday for the coming weekend. There is a $300 annual membership fee and a $10 processing fee is charged to cover the operating costs. Actual trading is only done on Saturday's. A slave master must trade a slave to receive a slave. Several masters have two or more slaves and can actually trade multiple slaves on one day. The slaves never meet each other except in a multiple slave trade. The current club president is responsible for the trade process. He matches up who is trading that week and who will get which slave. The selection process is done randomly using a computer with the only exception being that a slave cannot repeat with the same slave master in the last two months unless there is no other combination. Slave masters are responsible for delivering the slave at 10:00 am to a central location (I believe it's a cheap motel room). Each slave must put a hood on before getting to the location. The slave master brings the slave to the room blind folded. The slave is guided to a seat and a few minutes later, after everyone arrives, the slave is then handed off to the new slave master for the day. The slave master returns to his home to have his way with the slave then at 7:00 pm the slave is traded back the same manner. The interview process was interesting and very forward. We arrived at someone's residence and we were led into the living room. The three men sat in chairs and we were led to the couch. The gentlemen refrained from introducing themselves, and we were simply introduced as Eric and Nancy, no last names. The men were very attractive and physically fit. One was probably the same age as me, another was probably two years or so older than Eric and the third was probably in his late 40s and very handsome. I was dressed to kill and felt very comfortable with how I looked before we left the house, but was now getting very nervous. The questions were directed to each of us and we answered openly and honestly. The members were also very honest and said that this wasn't for everyone. We got to feel each other out and I became more and more comfortable as the interviewed progressed. The rules of the club were conveyed and any of our questions answered. confidentiality was expected even between the partners. We were not to discuss our weekend experiences with each other or the identities of anyone we may learn about. We talked about our role-playing a bit and our sex life, but I was very surprised when I was asked to strip. Actually, the head of the committee turned to my husband and asked him if he would mind asking his slave to strip. My jaw must have dropped opened right there. I was especially shocked when my husband turned to me and said softly, yet firmly, "Slave Strip." I had never done this before and was very uncertain of what to do. Time felt like it stood still even though it was just a few seconds. I had four pairs of eyes looking at me, and I could feel the heat. Something inside me took over as I found myself standing up in the middle of the room and began taking my clothes off. I left on the 3" black heels and fish net mid-thigh stockings but the rest of my pearly white flesh was exposed for all to see. The coolness of the room coupled with my own excitement had my nipples rock hard. I had completely shaved myself that morning and I could feel myself getting wet just standing there knowing that these men could see every inch of me. The masters seemed to like it. I turned slowly modeling my figure. I am very thin and my chest isn't huge but it is full and the nipples are nicely placed high up on my breasts. I work out a great deal which keeps my belly flat and my body very toned. My ass is on the small side but the heels help to lift it and give it some shape. I have short blonde hair and I'm very fair so I freckle easily in the summer. I feel one of my greatest features are my long legs. I'm unusually tall at six feet, which helped me get through college with a volleyball scholarship, but I look more like an Amazon Princess than a slave girl, especially with my heels on. After a few minutes of appreciating my body the committee told my husband I could get dressed. He turned to me and said, "Slave, dress yourself." The committee then told us that we would be accepted into the group if we would like to join. My heart was jumping; I wanted to scream out "Yes!" but I didn't know what my husband was thinking. Eric, stood up and began to shake the committee chairman's hand and said, "We would love to join." Eric was then given and username and password for the website and we were gone. The first day we could sign up was that week and Eric quickly made us available. I was incredibly excited as the weekend approached, but I was also apprehensive because I knew Eric was going to be having his way with another woman. The weekend arrived and I dressed in the same outfit as I wore to the interview. As I mentioned earlier, I was required to place a black velour bag over my head as we approached the exchange area. Eric led me into what I am sure was a motel room and I sat down. Eric left to go who knows where, and about ten minutes, after I heard several more women arrive, I was led out to another car. The voice sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. In the car, he told me to call him master, nothing else. I had no idea what his name was. We drove for about 5 minutes and he told me I could remove the hood. It was the older gentleman from the membership committee. I was a little surprised and also a little disappointed that he would be my first master. While he appeared to be in great shape, he was only about 5 feet 8 inches. He was a good conversationalist and he knew that this was my first time (I wondered if as chairman, he got all the first time girls). He asked me to put my hood on again, since I was not allowed to know where he lived. We drove for what seemed like another 10 minutes and pulled into his garage. His house was absolutely incredible. Words could not describe it. I thought I was on a movie set. He told me that he was going to train me to be a great slave, but that I had a lot of learning to do. We went into his master bedroom, which was spectacularly decorated. The huge king-sized bed looked delicious. He turned to me and said, "Strip Slave." I began to slowly take my clothes off. He went over to one of the dressers and took out a paddle. My jaw dropped and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. He walked over to me and said, "Strip faster." I started quickly ripping my clothes off as fast as I could. I left on my heels and thigh high stockings, but then he said take it all off. Believe it or not, I felt even more naked. He smiled and said very well done. He asked me if I had ever been paddled before. I said, "No." Suddenly, WHACK, right on one of the exposed cheeks of my tender ass. It burned like fire. He then said, "Your reply should always include Master, for example "No, Master." My hands were behind me shielding my reddening rear. He asked me what I was doing. I said, "Nothing, Master. What is it you want done?" He told me not to cover my ass, that's how fingers got broken. I quickly pulled my hands in to my side. He then asked me to undress him. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He was in good shape, nothing like Eric, but still good shape for a man his age. Eric is six-three, 220 pounds of pure muscle and hung like a horse with a nice and thick 7.5 inch cock. I then unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, forgetting to take off his shoes first. He asked me what I thought I was doing. I laughed.that was a big mistake. He told me to bend over the bed. I did. I was still in my heels and my long legs had my small ass perched high in the air as I leaned on the bed. He began hitting my ass with that paddle. Again and again and again. I was screaming out with each slap and I thought I might cry the burning was so intense but my pussy was also on fire. I was so turned on! I didn't want him to stop, but just as I was just about to scream out that I can't take anymore, he suddenly stopped. He must have given my ass 20 good whacks, 10 on each cheek. He told me to stand up. As I rose, I could see my ass in the mirror. It was as red as peach and the pain actually increased as I stood there. I almost started crying just looking at my little ass cheeks. Eric never spanked me hard like that. It was always in fun. This was my first ass whipping, and certainly not my last. Next thing I knew, he pushed me back on the bed and spread my legs. His mouth went right to my pussy. I couldn't believe how wet I already was. My ass was on fire just touching the sheets. He had already kicked out of his shoes and pants and was laying on the bed with his tongue pushing into my cunt and nibbling at my clit. He had a thick juicy tongue that he used expertly on my clean-shaven pussy. It felt like it was everywhere at once. Lapping at the folds of my cunt, then pushing deep into my cave, then out and teasing and nibbling at my clit. I came quickly and violently. Then the reality of it started dawning on me. I had just been expertly spanked then eaten out by someone other than my husband. That thought didn't last long though. He told me to get up and kneel down in front of him. His erection was poking at his boxer underwear with a wet spot already evident. He told me to pull them down. I said, "Yes Master." I pulled his underwear down and off his legs. He had a proud staff about 6 inches long with huge balls, each nearly the size of a plum. They hung down low and were surrounded by curly salt and pepper pubic hair. He said, "Slave, suck my cock." I love giving head so my mouth went right to his swollen head that was already leaking some pre-cum. I reached up with my hand and started massaging his balls. I never really gave too much attention to testicles before, but for some reason, maybe just because they were so big, I really got into them. I loved holding them and then rubbing his cock. My husband's balls typically tighten up quickly against his body if given any attention, but these monsters just hung right out there and were fun to play with as I sucked his cock. I would look up into his eyes occasionally and always found him looking down at me sucking on him. I wanted to please him and be a good slave and began taking more and more of his rock hard cock down my throat. I couldn't get him all the way in, but it was fun trying. I must have hit a very sensitive spot low on the underside of his cock that set him off. He really started groaning and I just kept going. Fifteen seconds later he told me to suck down every drop of him or else I was going to get another paddling. I sucked away as he started shooting his load seconds later. It was saltier than my husband's but wasn't as large and I easily sucked it down licking up and down the shaft cleaning off his cock. Eric's cock usually stays pretty hard after he cums and very slowly softens and is often too sensitive for me to keep touching. This cock was just the opposite. His tool immediately began to soften in my mouth and I continued to suck and lick at it now able to suck the whole thing into my mouth and massage it and play with it. The once huge, firm bulbous head was now half the size as I squeezed it between my lips. He told me that was enough for now and pulled away from me. He tossed me a short little black and white apron, typical of a maid's outfit, and told me to put my heels on. He put on some swim trunks. He showed me out into his backyard to his pool. The backyard was huge with a pool, cabana and tennis court. It was also expertly landscaped and very private with tall trees or hedges at the property lines. It was a beautiful day, the sun shone brightly and sparkled off the surface of the water like thousands of diamonds. There was a slight breeze that I could actually feel caressing my sore red ass and erect nipples. My master pointed me to the cabana and told me to make him a gin and tonic. He jumped into the pool and began swimming laps with perfect technique, turning like an Olympic swimmer at each end of the pool. As I stood waiting with his drink perched on a little tray, I heard some faint voices coming closer from the side of the house. I didn't know what to do, frozen like a deer in the headlights. Two young men suddenly appeared carrying equipment to clean the pool. Their jaws literally dropped opened when they saw me. I didn't move, still frozen in indecision. It was only about 30 seconds but it felt like an hour. I then heard my master asking me to bring him a towel. I grabbed a towel and walked over to him, still with the drink tray at shoulder level. He grabbed the towel, rubbed it quickly over his head and body, and then took the drink and drank a gulp. He was still unaware of our new guests, who both stood quietly on the other side of the pool staring at me. I nodded my head in their direction and my master turned around to look. The leader of the two said, "I'm sorry Mr. Reynolds, we didn't get here yesterday, so we planned on doing it today. Do you want us to come back another time?" Master told him that was okay and that they could go ahead and clean the pool. They turned to each other and smiled. Master then turned to me and said, "You forget you heard that name." I thought we would then go back inside, buy Master had other plans and he wasn't going to let these young guys interrupt things. He walked and put the towel over to a lounge chair that was on the grass under a large maple tree not far from the pool. He told me where to get some lotion in the cabana and asked me to give him a massage as he lay down. I walked over to the cabana with my high heels clicking on the bricks. All I was wearing was this little apron and my fair skin and high heels were only serving to highlight my very red rear end. The guys were busy working, but not too busy as not to notice every move I made. I was very uncomfortable being exposed in this way and was on the verge of panic. I could only focus on getting the lotion; any other thoughts would put me over the edge. I walked back to the lounge chair and bent over and began rubbing the lotion into my master's muscled back, then realized that I was giving the pool guys the best view possible of my shaved pussy and ass as I bent over. Realizing this, I went over to the other side of the chair and I knelt down in the soft grass and began rubbing his shoulders and neck. The pool guys now only got an eyeful of tit. I massaged his entire body he asked me what the pool boys were doing. I told him they were watching me mostly while pretending to work. He then asked me to describe them. I told him they were both twenty-something. One was thin with very defined muscles and extremely tan. Had no shirt on to display his great abs and sported a devilish smile. The other was a little taller, thickly muscular and slightly heavy, fair skinned and had a shyness about him. Both had bulges in their pants from the moment they walked into the backyard. Master turned over and I massaged his legs, and up his thighs. His tool had certainly come back to life and was poking up against his trunks. I continued up his chest, arms, hands, neck, then lightly massaged his face. He asked me if I would like to fuck either of them or both. I was frozen for a moment, and finally responded that I was there to do whatever he wanted me to do. Now he had the devilish smile, but I could feel myself getting very wet just talking about all this. Master wanted to go back inside so we settled into the kitchen as I made him another drink and also a drink for myself. I went to join him sitting at the table. After I took a seat he asked me what I thought I was doing. I looked at him knowing I shouldn't have sat down without permission. I immediately stood up and began to apologize. He stopped me and told me to bend over the kitchen table. The kitchen table was right next to two large French doors that were open, facing the pool; only the screen doors were between my bent over ass and the two pool boys. Master began spanking my ass with his hand, slowly and not as hard as the first time, first one cheek and then the other. The slapping was loud and I knew it must have been drawing the attention of the boys. I was biting my arm to keep from yelping, but with each slap the pain intensified and I began to cry out. I turned over my shoulder and saw both guys just outside the doors looking at me. I was so embarrassed; I don't know what was redder, my face or the cheeks of my tender ass. Master must have hit my ass 50 times. Master stopped slapping my stinging ass, told me to step out of my heels while pulling down his trunks and plunged his fat cock right into my soaking pussy, going deep immediately. He pumped fast and furious gripping my hips. My body was pressed against the flat of the table. I outstretched my arms to grip the sides of the table to steady myself. My breasts were flattened against the wood with my body rocking on the top of the table with each thrust. Occasionally I would lift my head and look back, the boys were still there but now they were right at the screen and both had their cocks out in their hands and pumping away. The thin tan guy had his groin highlighted by his stark tan lines and sported a nice long cock that he pumped in long slow strokes. Our eyes locked and it actually felt like he was fucking me for a few moments. The bigger guy had a fat cock that he pumped furiously, the large purple head swollen like a plum as he seemed to squeeze his thick organ with all his might. Master wasn't slowing down and continued to slam away at me. I felt him move his thumb toward my asshole and begin teasing me. This sent shivers throughout my body and pushed me to a higher level. Suddenly he pushed his thumb deep into my ass and began pumping it in and out as he slammed into my pussy with his thick cock. I had totally lost it by now and was moaning uncontrollably and sweating all over the kitchen table. As I began to climax, master started cumming in loud groans as he continued to pump into me. I climaxed right after him and could feel my pussy contracting around his quickly softening cock. I turned to look at the boys. The big one had already cum and was trying to clean himself off. The tan one was still pumping and came seconds later as we looked into each other's eyes. His cock looked even longer as he turned and gave me a profile as he shot his load through the air and into one of the bushes. Master pulled his soft cock and his fat thumb out of me leaving my orifices gasping for something to fill them. He pulled up his trunks and turned to the pool guys and told them he better not get charged for all this overtime they are putting in. They laughed and got back to work. He then told me to go upstairs and shower, which was smart since I could feel his cum dripping down my leg. The shower was terrific, the only way I can describe it was that it was like a heavy waterfall pouring down on you at the perfect temperature. After the shower, I blew out my hair and went down to the kitchen in a fluffy white robe. While I was in the shower, master had ordered some lunch delivered to the house. It was sitting on the counter when I came down and my master asked me to dish it out. I prepared his plate first and served it to him. I said. "Master is there anything else you would like?" He asked me to prepare him a drink. After serving him his drink I asked again and he told me I could now prepare my own plate. I prepared my plate and moved to sit at the table but reconsidered and asked, "Master, were would you like me to sit?" He was very impressed and smiled broadly. "Slave, you are getting very good, very quickly. Come sit here on the floor at my side." I sat down at his side and began eating. The food was fantastic. A mixed green salad with terrific vinaigrette, grilled chicken with a lemon pepper coating and sliced beefsteak tomatoes with fresh mozzarella. After I was done, I waited for my master to finish, then I asked if he would like me to clear the table. He nodded. I cleared the table and quickly cleaned the dishes. I returned and made him another drink and sat next to him again on the floor. I asked him if there was anything I could do for him as I stroked his leg. He stood up, dropped his trunks and sat down again and asked me to service him. His penis was shriveled and soft, a fraction of it's engorged size, and sat limply above his huge balls. I leaned over and took the soft flesh entirely into my mouth still tasting myself on him. With only a few sucks his penis began to harden against my tongue as it came to life inside my mouth. It quickly grew to the point where I could not keep it all in my mouth any longer and I began sliding my wet lips up and down his hard shaft sucking noisily on the mushroomed head and tickling the underside with my tongue. After about ten minutes of giving him head he said that was enough. He was just enjoying himself, and I guess he didn't think he was going to orgasm soon. He told me to follow him upstairs. We went to his master bedroom and he pulled out a blindfold and placed it on me. He then took off my robe and walked me to the bed. I lay on my back as he then put restraints on my arms and legs. He had to readjust them because I was a lot taller than the many other girls he must have had in these things before me. I began to wonder about all the other girls this man had mastered in the past and the many I am sure he will have in the future. How did they react? How hard did he spank them? Did they swallow his cum like I did? Is this the first time he fucked one in front of the pool boys? What does he do with his wife? Is his wife with my Eric right now? All these things rushed through my mind and I started getting wet all over again. He had the restraints tight now and I was spread wide across the bed. Suddenly I felt something at my lips, similar to a cock but I could taste that it was rubber. I opened my mouth and started sucking on the fake cock head. It was very fat with a huge ridge that would "pop" out of my mouth. I started licking down the sides of it, and realized that this thing was HUGE. A bit of panic started to go through me as he said to get it good and wet. As I continued to coat the huge fake dick with my saliva, master pushed his hard cock into my very wet pussy and began pumping. After a few minutes he pulled out and placed the head of the fake cock at my entrance and pushed. My pussy stretched to accommodate it. I could feel it pulling from everywhere just to get the head in. He continued to try and pump more into me but my pussy was just not letting it move freely. Master pulled the head out of me and I felt like my hole was wide-open waiting for something to replace it. Master coated the huge tool with some lubricant and returned it to my wide-open cunt. The head went in a little easier this time and master began to push more and more of the long fat fleshy rod into me pumping slowly. My cunt was so stretched I could feel the tension up through my clit and down to my ass. My arms and legs were stretched wide open and I couldn't see a thing. My breathing was very erratic and deep. Master began pumping faster and pushing deeper and deeper into me. I was getting wetter and my pussy began to adjust to the width of the fucking machine but it was so long that I didn't think I could take any more. To my amazement I started to feel the fake balls at the bottom of this man-made tool slap against my pussy lips telling me I had the whole thing inside me. Master started pumping a little harder now, sometimes nearly taking the entire thing out of me then slamming it all the way back in. Then suddenly he turned the fake cock on, turning it into a vibrator. The stimulation was incredibly intense and I was getting delirious. He started to pause for a few moments at the end of each stroke and my pussy would contract like mad around the huge cock. When I thought my body couldn't experience any additional sensations, master began tickling my ass again with his thumb. I felt myself lift my legs higher to give him greater access to my asshole, opening up to him, practically begging him to fuck me with his finger. He knew what I wanted and press his fat thumb slowly into my tight sphincter. A groan of pure pleasure came from deep within me and escaped my mouth. Master pulled his thumb out of me and told me to beg him to fuck me in the ass. I said, "Please Master. Fuck me in the ass with your finger. Please." He pushed the huge vibrator deep into my cunt where it remained as he press his thick thumb into my ass again, pumping it in and out. I was going crazy with mini orgasms shooting off all over the place. He stopped, pulled out the vibrator and loosened the restraints on my arms and took off the restraints on my legs and had me turn over on my knees. My arms were still strapped but now they were crossed under my body toward opposing ends of the bed. My ass was high in the air as I rested my head in my arms. Master pushed the vibrator back into my stretched pussy but now it felt like it went in even deeper pressing and vibrating against my internal organs. He leaned over and took off my blindfold and tossed it to the floor. His thumb again returned to my ass pushing even deeper into me but this time it was coated with lots of lubricant easing the way. After a couple of minutes he pulled out and asked me to beg him again. I begged, "Master please fuck my ass with your thumb." He said, "No, I am going to fuck you with my cock. Now properly ask me to fuck you with my cock." I didn't know what to do. My husband frequently pushed me over the edge using a finger in my ass, and a few times he used a relatively thin carrot, but I would never let him penetrate me, he was just too big. Now I was delirious with lust, right at the edge of orgasm and I found myself asking, no begging to a perfect stranger, "Yes, Yes! Please master, fuck my ass with your fat cock!" Master pulled the vibrator out of my pussy and put it on the bed near my head and positioned his lubricated cock at my back door and slowly pushed the head inside me. I looked at the obscenely huge vibrator for the first time, wondering what kind of madman was fucking me as he pushed his cock even deeper into my no longer virgin ass. I was somewhat surprised at how easily he pressed into me even though it was incredibly tight and a little painful. As he continued to pump his hard cock into my ass, he leaned over and grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. Carefully he placed the vibrator at the swollen lips of my cunt, which had now tightened up somewhat and began pushing it in. My orgasm quickly came at me from every direction. My body had never been so totally filled and stimulated at the same time. Master held on for his life and began pumping his fat cock into my eager ass at will. I don't know if it was many orgasms strung together or just one long orgasm, but I was still having an orgasm as he pulled his shrinking spent cock from my ass. He unclasped my arms and we collapsed on the bed falling to sleep for 45 minutes. When we woke, we took a shower together, tenderly soaping and cleaning each other off. Then dressed and returned to his car for the ride back to the slave trading post. As we pulled up to the motel, he leaned over and said, "Nancy, you were one of the best." Under my hood, I smiled broadly and said, "You weren't too bad yourself Reynolds." He laughed and said, "It's Master, and I won't forget that." I teased back, "I'm counting on it." While we don't share our experiences, my husband was very impressed with the redness of my ass when I got home. It seems like a million years ago, and at the same time, it feel like yesterday. The first person who will get to read this is my husband. Then I will share it with Kristen and all her fellow readers. Who knows? Maybe some of the other slaves will share their stories as well. I am pushing Eric to write down his first experience. He is reluctant, but I can be persuasive. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 15