2 comments/ 24905 views/ 2 favorites A Slave's Job By: Jenna Standing in the center of the room I finish slipping my skirt off - while you sit in the chair watching every move I make. I was now left with only a thong and my collar - which was a constant reminder of my submission to you. My hands are on my hips as I prepare to slide the thong off and reveal my freshly shaved mound to your eyes. "No, stop," you tell me - "Come here." I walk over to you in the chair - my breasts swaying with each step - to stand between your knees. At first you just sit there - not touching - just drinking in every inch of flesh with your eyes. "Turn around," you command and I immediately obey. At first I feel nothing but your eyes - taking in the sight of my ass - split by the black thong. Then - what I have been craving - I feel your hands on my body. I feel each of your hands cupping and squeezing the cheeks of my ass. "This is all mine." you tell me - causing a shiver to run up my spine. Your hands now travel up my back, then down over my hips and further down my legs reacquainting yourself with the feel of my skin. Slowly your hands travel up my inner thighs to feel the dampness of my thong covered center. "I'm going to enjoy playing with you my slave," you tell me in a voice that I know expresses your excitement. Your hands grip my thong and begin to slide it off - to leave me in only my collar of possession. "Turn around." I turn to face you, showing you the excitement shining on my face. "Put your leg up" you command as you pat the arm of the chair. I raise my leg and put my foot on the arm opening my pussy to your gaze. For a moment you seem intent on gazing at my pussy and I know you are thinking of your ownership of me. Your arm drops down to the side of the chair and I realize you have a pile of leather and silk waiting ready for your use. I watch your hand come up holding an ankle restraint - which causes my pussy to clench deep inside. You slowly slide the restraint around my ankle and secure it. You then run your hand up my leg but stop short of my pussy - which is crying for your touch. "Other leg," you command. I lower the leg that now has the thick band of leather and raise my other leg for the same treatment. Again - you slip the restraint onto my naked ankle and run your hand up my leg. To my joy you don't stop this time; I feel your fingers on my sex. "Mmmm...is my slave excited already?" you ask although the answer is covering your fingers like liquid honey. "Yes Master, your slave is very excited." I tell you. Your fingers come up to your face as you now stand up in front of me. Your eyes close as you inhale the fragrance of my excitement. I too can smell the musky scent of my readiness for you. "Taste," you tell me - bringing your fingers to my mouth and coating my lips. My tongue flicks out and runs up your fingers. You can see in my eyes that I'm wishing it was your cock coated in my juice and not your fingers. Your other hand cups my cheek while I slowly draw your fingers into my hot mouth - making sure I get every drop of my excitement from them. "Soon," you promise - answering the need you see in my face. "Hold out your hands," you whisper in my ear causing more shivers to race up and down my body at the feel of your hot breath. I hold my hands out - not sure just what you have planned. You hold out a long band of black silk. You begin to wind it around my wrists - securing my hands together - leaving a long length of silk dangling. Finally you hold up a blindfold and begin to slip it over my head. Before my sight is gone - you lean in and kiss my mouth making me want to grind up against you. My eyes close to enjoy the kiss and you gently slide the blindfold into place. The kiss ends and I feel you leading me over to where I know the bed is. Your hands push down on my shoulders letting me know you want me to sit down. I sit on the edge of the bed and feel your hands once more on my ankles. Metal clinks and you draw my legs apart and I realize you are attaching the restraints to a spreader bar ensuring that my pussy is open to you at all times. Gently, so that I'm not disorientated, you guide me back onto the bed and into position - lying on my back in the middle of the large bed. You raise my hands above my head and secure them with the silk to the headboard. I feel the bed move as you get off - leaving me lying there waiting for your pleasure. I imagine what I must look like - hands secured over my head - your collar gracing my neck. My breasts vulnerable for anything that pleases you. My thighs are spread and secured by the bar with me no longer able to close them or pull back. "Lift your hips," you tell me and I feel you slide a towel under my hips to protect the bed from all the juice we know I'm going to give up to you. "Now my slave," you tell me, "This is all mine - as it was meant to be; you have no control." Again I feel my pussy clenching and I want to beg you to just fuck me. However, I don't want to end your game. "Yes Master." I tell you, excited, yet slightly scared at the same time. I am not scared of you hurting me - but my flight or fight response has kicked in with my being bound and unable to get free. My ears strain for a clue about what you are doing. I can pick up the sound of clothing rustling;. I am hoping that you are getting undressed.. Once again I feel you move onto the bed. "Kiss your Master," you tell me - while at the same time I feel the tip of your cock brushing my lips. I can tell that you are very excited as I feel a drop of pre-cum wetting my lips. As I did with your fingers - my tongue comes out and tastes your essence. I lovingly kiss the head of your cock and then take the mushroom shaped head into my hot mouth. My tongue plays over it as I suck and you push it in further. I feel your whole cock slide into my mouth and to the back of my throat. My hands pull at the bindings wanting to be free to cup and stroke you. "That's enough," you tell me "Although I plan to enjoy your mouth again later." Your cock slowly slides out of my wet mouth and I get one last kiss in before it's gone. "Tonight I want to see you spray your cum all over." I feel your fingers pluck my nipples - pulling up and twisting them - causing them to harden for your amusement. "This is what you do when I'm not with you isn't it?" you ask - holding up my vibrator - already knowing that it is. I hear the jolting buzzing of my vibrating bullet and then feel it on the exposed nerves in the tips of my nipples. "Yes Master," I pant out twisting in my bindings with the pleasure. This continues for a few minutes and then you stop and switch off the bullet. "Let me kiss them better." you say - gathering the globes of flesh in your hands and making them stand out for your hot breath and even hotter mouth. You pull a nipple into your mouth, soothing it, and then you bite down making my back arch off the bed. After a mindless minute you move on and repeat the process with my other nipple causing me to moan and wish my hands were free to slide down to my neglected pussy. "Now you are going to show me what else you do when I'm not here," you say with an underlying command to your voice. I feel a hard dildo begin to slide between my parted thighs and into the wet folds of my pussy. You begin to work it up inside me until I feel the whole dildo seated deep inside me. "Hold it inside and milk it like it's my cock." I feel you whisper into my ear - then your tongue licks out to run along the curl of my ear - making your breath feel hot on me. At the command - my pussy clenches hard on the fake cock with me loving the feel of the whispered erotic command. The buzzing once again starts and I know you have turned on the bullet. As I feel the tip of the bullet teasing and jumping on my clit I have a hard time not squeezing the cock out of my pussy. I can feel my orgasm get closer and closer. I continue to try and milk the dildo deep inside and it's making my orgasm build higher and stronger. You reach over and push the dildo deep inside as my body is clenches and, against my wishes, begins to push it out. "You're going to have to do better than that - when it's my cock inside you," you tell me. Suddenly I can't take anymore - my body arches up pushing the dildo out - my cum flies out with it as my orgasm hits hard. "Mmmm...my slave - that is very nice - however you didn't ask me if you could cum yet." Your voice sounds stern although I can tell this is just what you hoped would happen. "Turn over," you direct me helping me turn my body over onto my stomach. I feel your hands helping me pull my legs up under me, raising my ass in the air while my legs are still spread open by the bar attached to my ankles. My hands are still bound over my head causing my upper body to remain on the bed - my back is arched - pushing my ass out for your use. "Now you need to be punished." I wait to feel your hand on my ass and am surprised to feel the sting of a leather paddle slap across my exposed ass cheeks. "Your ass needs to be red and open for me before I fuck it," you tell me as you slap it again with your new toy. I feel the head of a dildo touch the tight puckered hole in my butt and slowly begin to open the hole up for you. "Ride back on it and get yourself ready for me," you whisper, "Or I will fuck it hard and raw." I slowly begin to push back taking more and more of the intruder into my ass. Gradually my ass opens until the dildo is finally deep inside. I can feel it stretching my ass open - but also know that when you finally fuck me - it will stretch even wider. Once again I feel the sting of the paddle hitting my ass - causing me to jump and clench hard on the toy in my ass. "You're almost ready for me, aren't you, my slave?" I feel you move between my legs and I expect you to remove the toy from my ass. Instead you slam your rock hard cock into my still dripping pussy. I can feel both you and the toy stretching me open and I moan with pleasure. The paddle again comes down again on my ass and your cock jumps inside of me when my body arches and clenches in response. Finally - you pull the toy from my ass and pull your cock from my pussy - now leaking juice down my leg. "I'm going to bury my cock deep in my ass slut," you say - as you slam your pole home in my still clenching asshole. "Ride it deep and remember you who owns you." "You do, Master," I pant out - as your hips begin to pump your cock in and out of me. "You are mine, slut, every inch of you. This is my ass - for me to fill with cum. This is my pussy - just for me to play with. You are only a slut for me - understand?" As you tell me this I can feel you pumping harder and faster into my ass and I moan. Suddenly you grab my hair and lift my head. "I didn't hear you...Understand?" you demand . "Yes Master," I tell you - willing to promise you anything and everything for this feeling. "It's all yours and only yours.... I am your slut." At this - I feel you explode and pump a large load of cum deep inside me. My body is shaking with the pleasure you have given me. My mind is content with the knowledge that I have pleased you - which is, after all, my job - as your slave. A Slave's Journey Finding my One… Having never used a computer for anything but writing papers in college, I was not aware of an online chat until I saw my daughter doing so. She told me about how one could find interesting people online to converse with about many things. So began my journey along this road I am on. Having no Knowledge of the Lifestyle i would venture into, I can say it has been a life-changing journey, and still continues to be so. Once my daughter showed me to use the chat program (ICQ), I began searching the Internet for interesting people. I have to say I was not looking for something romantic. I wished only to find people with lives that were interesting. I did that for sure. One of my first chats is what I wish to share. This may seem to drag, but be patient, it will become very interesting. I did a quick random search for a new chat identity. This one male came up with a message that read. (Just an ole Biker with all my original parts, just some getting rusting. Now I knew nothing of Biker’s or Motorcycle’s, this for some reason intrigued me. I sent a message to Him and He right off came back with a response. Thus began months of (interesting & delightful conversations). I was a very conservative religious female. Some of this conversation was (to say the least) a bit overwhelming and yes shocking. For some reason, I couldn’t pull a way; I got hooked on this Biker. He was Strong, Firm, Dirty talking, yet Gentle and Caring. (Laughing) I had never heard such talk. My mind was a whirl of activity. Image’s filled my thoughts, somewhat Scary but Exciting. We did talk of other things, riding His bike truly sounded wild and wonderful. He slowly began talking of what I know now was of the life style .He lived and wish to have someone share with Him But , Under and by His rules. No ifs, Ands or Buts..!!! Although sounding interesting, to a woman who had always made her own decisions and allowed no male to dictate to her. ( later, I will share some insights into my life before Biker) I was caught off guard by my own response to this Mans demands. I could speak to Him about anything that troubled me but only as long as I spoke in a respectful tone and manner. I learned by a few mistakes just how He would punishment. Not in a physical way. The Hurt would go much deeper than that. I would get ignored. I considered them failures. I did not forgive myself as readily as did He. Note: As I sit here writing this, He is aware of what I am telling. Yes and we did the cyber sex thing, for those who are wondering.. Of course I wasn’t good at sexual cyber at all. That was soon corrected with His help and encouragement. After about three months of daily chats, sometimes for hours, again couldn’t tear myself away from the sight of Him online. With all of this, a yearning grew to be with Him constantly. To serve Him in every way I could. He would require many things of me that I felt I couldn’t give. I was going to do it or die trying. I wanted the safety, peace and security I would receive in return, and yes the glorious sexual pleasures He would give. I was soon to discover this real time. We had arranged a meeting place and time. He would travel, on His ride a few hours to see me. That morning I awoke and my heart was beating with an excitement I had never known. I couldn’t wait to shower shave, (His demand) and dress. I took special time and delicate attentions to my body, I wanted to be more than pleasing. I wanted myself perfect for Him. I chose carefully my clothes. In those days though I dressed quite conservatively. But it was all I knew. When i felt I looked my best, I left and drove about 45 minutes to meet Him. I was there first so I sat in my van and waited. Yes, I had my own doubts but only about would He show. I was not frightened at meeting this strange exciting Biker. knowing now what I do about online meetings it would have been wiser to be cautious.. Some stories do not end as happily as mine. I sat there maybe and hour. He was late, I was nervous. Would He see me and not like what He saw and just drive away? I was in a panic by this point. I heard the sound of a bike. Was it He? It wasn’t. Then I heard another bike. He drove past me. I then heard the sound of it slowing , the sound louder, returning . He pulled in the driveway of the motel. I sat there as He pulled along side of my van. He stopped, and looked at me with the kindest, most adorable smile. I couldn’t stop looking into that face and those eyes. This is the man I had waited months to meet and here He was. I asked Him if He wished to get inside my van? He parked His bike and got in beside me. I had noticed as He got off the bike. How gorgeous He was in His well-worn biker leather. All I can say is Yummy, sisters. He sat down in the van with me and just kept looking at me with those eyes of His… I couldn’t take my eyes from His. His were so powerful, a deep blue penetrating gaze. I felt as if He could see into my soul. That He could see how much I wanted and needed Him and this life He offered me. I think He was even was a bit nervous. Wondering what I thought of Him. All I could think of was how much I wanted that mouth on mine. We sat there a few. He asked me if I would mind Him kissing me. I’m thinking, Hell No! I said, yes of course, in a soft whispering voice…Damn Girls! What a Hot, all Consuming Mouth. I was shaking I don’t know if He could tell. But that one kiss had stirred something powerful in me. He asked if I had breakfast, I hadn’t, so we drove to fast food breakfast drive-in. He on His bike I, in the van. We sat across from each other inside. I just have to share this; I had bought Him a tiny but special gift, a tiny Silver Guardian Angel pin. I gave Him the sweet little black box and watched Him opening it. He of course saying I shouldn’t have, but knowing how dangerous riding a bike can be I wanted to know He was being watched over.. He took the pin and I could see He was pleased. He took it at that moment and placed it on His leather vest. He smiled at me again with that Adorable smile. After eating, my only thoughts were of feeling His mouth again. We returned to the Motel. He checked us in. while I sat in my van. I was trembling with need and the unknown of what might take place once inside our room. I saw Him returning from the hotel office, heading toward my van. Just watching Him walk was moving. We gathered our things from our rides. Proceeded to move to the entrance to a long line of rooms. When inside the hall of the motel, He had taken me by the hand and led me down the hall. His hand grasping mine was so firm in its grasp, but gentle. I have thought of that moment so often, how it warmed my heart with its gentleness, how safe I felt, no fear no trepidation of what was to come. Once inside we set down out bags. I was very quiet. I moved every so slowly trying not to appear nervous.. opening my purse taking out a brush and brushing my hair, I had moved to the side of one of the double beds and a table sat between the two beds. I switched on the lamp. A soft warm glow enveloped the room. I stood there waiting, i don’t know for what. He approached me slowly pulled me into His strong Biker arms. His mouth came down on mine. I can only describe it as heavenly. There was no fear; no doubt, I wanted to travel whatever road I would find, as long as He was leading the way. He reached for the buttons on my red blouse and carefully unbuttoned each one by one I wasn’t looking at Him. I couldn’t just kept my eyes closed, I had never been with but two men in my life, one being my ex-husband. Here I was in a motel with a virtual stranger except for what i knew from online chat, but His manner with me was so gentle and sweet, how could I be afraid. He slowly removed my blouse and allowed it to slip easily to the floor. He then pressed me carefully back on the bed. My legs still hanging off the side of the bed, Somehow I could do nothing but let Him make the moves. He reached and unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down over my legs, and tossed it to the black leather chair in the corner. He spoke to me in a Commanding voice for me to look at His eyes and not to move them, ever. I did as I was told. I couldn‘t help myself. Then began a ride of pleasure and emotion that I can only try and describe. It will of course fail. It was like riding an ocean of billowing waves. I was being drug along, washed with waves of desire, passion and great emotional need that had been pent up for months. We spent the remainder of the day. In each other’s arms, little conversation at this point, we were communicating on different level. Biker has told me many times of one moment that stands out most in His mind. I was standing at the sliding glass doors of the room staring out at the Tennessee Hills. I was peeking out behind from the curtains. I was still bare ass nude, as He wanted me always undressed in His presence. He thought of coming over and pulling back the curtain pressing me up against the glass door and Taking me for the entire world to view. I am of course, grateful He did not. He knew I was not ready for that kind of exposure. I was feeling very saddened, the day was ending and we would have to part, not knowing when I would see Him again. We dressed silently, packed our things, Most of which I had not required. He Locked up the motel room just before, I took one last quick glance at the heavenly place I had gone. As Biker packed His things on the bike I sat in my van listening to the radio, already weeping softly. Neither of us spoke. He leaned inside the van window and kissed me deeply. As we left the motel, and started down the highway, for a time heading in the same direction I knew we would soon take a different road. Once we reached the turn off we pulled over and he came up to the window for one last deep kiss. Then I watched as He took the bike and headed off alone, without me. How could I do this? I turned my car in the direction of Home. I knew it would never feel like home again. My Home had to be with Him. The soft tears now turned to sobs. I did not stop till I reached my house. I didn’t want my daughter to see them. Slave My Journey Continues