3 comments/ 24432 views/ 2 favorites Fulfilling my Fantasy Ch. 01 By: SubBabs When I was 12 or 13, I was the perfect example of a pampered, girly-girl in San Francisco. I wore only dresses and would never go out without combing my hair. Never would I get dirty or soil my clothing. I loved playing dolls and serving play tea to my friends. Never would my parents allow me to participate in physical sports. It was during a trip to visit my mother's parents and family back in Kansas that things began to change. There were children from many branches of our family, most living in rural and country environments. The boys my age were riding their own horses and even shooting guns! We could not have been any more different if I had stepped on another planet. After lunch one day there were at least 20 adults and that many children ages from 5 to 15 and the lids were told to go out "and play". I was 13 and preferred to remain in the house, but the adults ran out all of the kids. Yes, I was the only girl to wear a dress. Everyone else was in jeans or shorts. We all went out in the back field and the boys of various ages started teasing "the City Girl" which of course was me. Two had a lasso and were chasing me like I was a calf to be roped. They could run a lot faster than me and it only took them a few minutes to have a rope around me. Several boys pulled me to a large willow tree and tied me, standing up, to the tree. They put a smaller rope around my wrists and ran it over a tall limb. The bigger rope tied my body and legs to the main tree and I was hanging by my stretched arms above my head. Everyone was laughing except me; even the girls thought it was funny. I struggled to get free and felt so helpless I cried and begged to be set free. One of the boys took out a couple handkerchiefs and put one over my eyes blindfolding me. The other was put across my mouth, effectively gagging me. They never did anything to hurt me, but the emotional feeling I was having was something I had never experienced. I felt so helpless and fantasized I was a slave being taken to be sold. I had fantasized fear that I would be abused or harmed. For the first time I felt moisture running down my inner thighs and my small, beginning to develop breasts became firm with erect nipples. It was later that I understood what had happened to me. I had become sexually aroused. A few years later while wandering through an old book store I encountered "The Story of O". The titled caught my eye and as I read the first chapter I became aroused and immediately purchased it. I took the public bus home reading the covered book and thought of myself as "O" and felt an orgasm building within me right there in the public. As soon as I got home I closed myself in my room and read the entire book while masturbating again and again. It was then that I first began to understand my craving to be a sub and my need for a strong Master to train and control me. Throughout my high school I never met anyone that I could relate to, being afraid to expose myself and my deeply hidden dark desires. At least once a week I would find a private place and take at least an hour reading BDSM literature, physically satisfying myself with masturbation. It was not until my first year in college when I was just celebrating my 19th birthday at my best friend Sharon's house, when I met a man that found the right buttons to press for me. It was a Friday night and I did not know half of those attending Sharon's party. Most of the young men were shy and hesitant to talk to me or to ask me to dance. After meeting a few of these timid guys, I went to the bar and had Sharon fix me a "special". I took it to the corner and sat down, sipping it slowly. When I was about finished I already had a strong buzz on from the strong drink. That was when a tall man approached me, stuck out his hand and said, "Dance with me." He was six feet tall and approximately 190 pounds. The first thing I noticed was his piercing, dark eyes. I would estimate he was ten years older than my 19. There was no shyness or even courtesy, he was ordering me to dance with him. He said nothing as he pulled me tightly against his body. In our silence, he held me against him and stroked my back and slid his hands down onto my butt. I started to pull away when he said, "Hold me bitch. Don't pull away!" I was shocked to be talked to in this manner, however, it lit fires within me, reminding me of the many sub/Dom stories I had read and the hundreds of fantasies I had climaxed too while reading. I put my hands around his neck and moved my now fully developed breasts against his chest. We danced to several slow songs with him caressing me and yet saying nothing. As the music stopped he dropped his hands to his sides and took a short stop back, still without speaking. I began shaking as his gaze focused directly upon my breasts. He spoke softly asking, "Are these real?" I nodded yes and with both hands he firmly grasped both of my tits. I couldn't raise my hands and just allowed his public abuse of my body. He momentarily caressed them both and said, "Nice." I could feel my nipples rising and becoming visible through my thin bra and silk blouse. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a business card. He informed me that his private number was on the back and I was to call him at exactly 10 AM tomorrow (Saturday) and that I was to keep my schedule free for tomorrow evening. The stranger never introduced himself or asked me anything. I was TOLD what to do. He then abruptly turned and walked away. I was stunned. Yet, I was standing by myself, my nipples poking out for everyone to see and I could feel a slow syrupy wetness flowing down my inner thighs. I can't ever remember be so sexually aroused. I could not sleep that night, considering tossing out the card, or dreaming about this mystery man. I was up showered and dressed by 8 and sat watching the clock until it finally was ten. I had the phone in my hand and dialed the number expecting a long wait. It was answered on the first ring. His deep, rich voice said, "You are right on time. Good. Did you sleep well?" I responded, "No, I kept thinking about you and about today." "I like your direct, honest response. I want you to have dinner with me this evening." He informed me. I will pick you up at 8pm and we will be dining at Michaels; they have the nicest Italian in town. An evening gown would be appropriate. He closed by saying, "My name is William Shumway. You should call me Mr. Shumway. Sharon told me your name was Barbara so I will call you that or whatever will be appropriate at the time. I do require you to be on time." Then he hung up. I took most of the afternoon preparing for my dinner with Mr. Shumway. I began with a hot shower, doing my hair and carefully putting on just the right amount of makeup. It took two hours to select the right clothing. My lightly padded bra which lifted and pressed me into some nice cleavage would be appropriate as I had decided to wear a light blue, semi-formal knee length gown that had a deeply scooped neckline. Rather than pantyhose, I wore a garter belt and thigh-high nylons. Finishing off would be my newest, strappy 4" heels, which perfectly match my dress. Normally, I eat dinner about 6, so I was getting hungry as 8 approached. Remembering Mr. Shumways comment about being on time, I was at the door before the doorbell rang. Opening it I was impressed at the appearance of Mr. Shumway. He was attired in a very expensive dark grey Burberry suit with a beautiful silk tie. He stood in the doorway, carefully examining me. "Turn around," were his first words. I rotated and he said, "Excellent...let's go." He opened the car door for me and quickly drove off. Michaels had a valet service and they let me out as Mr. Shumway walked around and took me by the arm into the waiting area. The Lady at the counter greeted us by saying, "Welcome back Mr. Shumway. Your usual table is ready for you." He thanked her and asked for a bottle of Chateau Margaux 1995. By the time we were seated, it was being poured into our glasses. Our menus were handed to us but Mr. Shumway thanked them but said he would order for the both of us after we relaxed and enjoyed a glass of wine. I was overwhelmed. Mr. Shumway fit perfectly in this high class lifestyle. The staff could not do enough for us, from ice water to fresh linen napkins. He still had not said anything to me or expressed any concern about my taste in foods. Looking at me, he finally said, "Sit next to me." I slid over until our thighs touched. He held up his wine glass and I raised mine to tap them together. We both smiled. Mr. Shumway had his wine glass refilled once and told me I was to drink the same amount. As we finished, he waved for the server and informed her that we will began with an Orzo Salad followed by Neapolitan Calamari and shrimp on angel hair pasta. He ordered another bottle of wine to be delivered with the dinner. Throughout dinner, Mr. Shumway asked me many questions about myself. Most were general, and some were very personal. He was judging me based on my answers as well as how open and honest I would respond. I started to ask him a few questions, but was strictly informed he would tell me what he wanted me to know about himself. The dinner was wonderful and I wondered what would be on his menu for desert...me? I was surprised when he said that he had learned enough about me for this evening. He was going to return me to my house and was not planning on continuing our evening together. As he walked me to my door, Mr. Shumway said he had enjoyed the evening and that he had decided that we would meet again at noon the next day, Sunday. I was told to be at the Hotel Marque at exactly noon. There would be a key waiting for me at the front desk and that I could plan on returning home no later than 5 pm. With that instruction, he turned and walked away, without so much as a kiss. This had obviously been an interview and not a date. Chapter two will begin the training by the Master Fulfilling my Fantasy Ch. 02 Continued from Chapter One As he walked me to my door, Mr. Shumway said he had enjoyed the evening and that he had decided that we would meet again at noon the next day, Sunday. I was told to be at the Hotel Marque at exactly noon. There would be a key waiting for me at the front desk and that I could plan on returning home no later than 5 pm. With that instruction, he turned and walked away, without as much as a kiss. This had obviously been an interview and not a date. Chapter Two I had dreamed about Mr. Shumway and thought about why he had not carried through and showed me what it would be like to be his sub. I was disappointed and also very excited about his control over me. The time passed so slowly in the morning as I watched the clock and prepared to dress for Mr. Shumway. I bathed in a hot tub with a mild lilac scent and hoped he would like that aroma. As I searched for my clothing, I noticed I could use a bikini trim. Getting the shave cream and my razor I decided to go all the way and shave myself clean and smooth. It felt good. My lingerie drawer was full and I searched for just the right panties and matching bra. I saw a pink set that consisted of a lightly padded, platform bra and matching thong panties. The bra lifted my breasts and pushed them together, but fully exposed my nipples and top of my breasts. I really did not like the string of the panties that disappeared up the crack of my ass. However, since they were a matched set I slipped them on and saw that only a small patch on silk covered my freshly shaved mound. Looking in my mirror I was impressed with my breasts sexy appearance. I decided to wear a light summer blouse and skirt. The skirt I selected was a dark pink "A" line with a tight waist and the blouse had a modestly scooped front. It was perfect for a luncheon with friends. Putting on my shoes I saw that I really needed nylons, so I wrapped on a garter belt and slid up some very light nylons. It took half an hour to get my makeup and hair just right. The clock struck eleven. My call for a cab was to pick me up at 11:30 and that would put me at the Hotel Marque before noon. He was right on time as I was waiting in front of my house. We arrived at ten minutes until twelve and I went straight to the main desk. I asked if a Mr. Shumway had left a key for... and the deskman interrupted and said, "Miss Barbara...???" I said yes and thanked him as he handed me the unmarked pass card and told me it was for Suite 2601, on the top floor. I was informed to use the VIP elevator as it was only for use by the guests in the executive suites. Walking away, I noticed the deskman's grin and wondered if he knew why I was meeting Mr. Shumway? The VIP elevator was waiting and very quickly took me to the 26th floor. Exiting, I saw the sign pointing to Suites 2601 to 2604 to the left. As I approached the door, I checked my watch and saw that I was one minute early. Quickly checking my hair and eye makeup, I rang the door bell. My knees were knocking and I didn't know what to do with my hands as I waited. I held my purse to my chest as the door opened. Mr. Shumway was standing there, filling the doorway and looking down upon me. I felt as if I should run. In a soft but clear voice he said, "Come into the living room." He turned and walked ahead of me. He sat in a Lazy boy and instructed me to stand in front of him. Silently, he stared at me and motioned with his hand for me to rotate so he could see me from all sides. Looking me in the eyes, he broke the silence and told me that he had seen something in me that needed him and some of the things he could provide me. He made it clear that if I agreed to become his "toy", I must do everything he asked, without hesitation and without question. He told me that if I had any doubt about submitting to his control I should leave now and go home. I started to ask him a question, but he held up his hand and said that I was never to talk unless he specifically asked me to speak or asked me a question. He then told me, "Get out of here and go home NOW, or agree to totally be mine for the next five hours." I waited a moment and then nodded that I would agree. Although I was frightened and felt like running, I was also more sexually aroused than I had ever been and he had never physically touched me. It had all been the power of his will. Mr. Shumway informed me that I was not to speak but only do exactly what he ordered. "Go into the kitchen and bring me a C C and 7 on the rocks. I almost asked him where these were, but remembered his instruction of silence. The bottle of Canadian Club was sitting open on the counter and the 7 up was in the refrigerator. I put a few ice cubes in a glass and poured his drink. Returning, I handed the glass to him and received a smile. He then told me to stand in front of him. I felt so strange standing, looking down at this man that I had willingly given this power to and waited as he looked into my soul. I expected him to ask me to undress and for him to eventually have him use my body for his pleasure. As usual, he surprised me and told me he had some questions for me and that I was to answer them briefly and directly. He began by asking if I was willing to be totally his for the afternoon, doing everything I ask of you. I said, "Yes, Sir". He said, "I expect you to be my sex toy and respond to me as your absolute Master until 5 PM." I replied, "Yes, Sir, I will be yours to do with as you command." Mr. Shumway explained that his orders were to be followed exactly and immediately. I was never to question anything and while standing, to maintain with my eyes looking down at the floor, my hands held to my sides and my feet 18" apart. I went into that position and dropped my head, looking at my feet. He said, "Good girl. I told you that you would be set free in five hours, at 5 PM. Until then you will be tested to see if you qualify to become my permanent sex toy." We will begin with a simple task. You are to stand at the end of the sofa in your proper position. I moved there quickly and held my hands to my sides. Mr. Shumway then told me I was to remove my blouse and my bra, placing then beside me on the back of the sofa. I did as I was told, now standing facing the front door with my bare breasts and erect nipples fully exposed. Looking down as I was instructed, I heard him pick up the phone. He said, "Please have a bottle of a chilled fine white wine in a bucket of ice delivered as soon as possible. (pause) That will be ten minutes," he asked. "Thank you." And he hung up. I wondered what I was expected to do. Apparently, I was to do as told and just stand still. Mr. Shumway got up and turned on a soft music CD. I expected him to come over and look at my nakedness, but he ignored me and sat in his Lazy boy. I shivered from the cold, my apprehension and from my nakedness. It seemed like an hour without any conversation, when there was a knock on the door. Mr. Shumway got up and answered it. He told the young man with the wine to place it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. About half way, he stopped and looked at me. I stood with my head bowed, silently. "Do you like my toy?" Mr. Shumway asked. The boy stammered and kept staring at my exposed breasts. "Yes, Sir," he replied. The boy sat the ice and the wine on the table, almost tripping while staring at me. Mr. Shumway said, "Please do us a favor and place some ice cubes on both of her nipples." I looked up, startled but knew not to move. I wondered if the young man would do such a thing to a strange woman. I didn't have to wait long to find out. He filled both hands with ice and stood directly in front of me. Staring into my eyes, he pressed all of the ice against both of my breasts. I gasped, but stood still, now shaking from the horrible cold. My nipples became as hard as rocks and stuck out over an inch. The boy rubbed them all over my breasts until the ice had almost completely melted. The cold water ran down my stomach and onto my legs. I continued to hold my hands to my sides and looking at the floor. Mr. Shumway said, "That will be enough. It seems I have a well behaved toy, don't I?" The boy shook his head, dried him hands on a towel and walked out without even a tip. I was shivering as he walked out the door, looking back over his shoulder at me. I felt like such a tramp. Mr. Shumway came over to me and told me that I had behaved properly and that I had passed the first test of obedience. The clock on the mantle chimed 2 PM, so I knew I had three more hours before I would be allowed to leave. "If you are ready, we will begin your next test," he informed me. "As you could tell by your first test, I do not want you to be shy or reserved. I want you the think of your body as belonging completely to me. Let's try something now. Take off your skirt." Dropping my skirt on my blouse, he told me he liked my garter belt, hose and shoes but I was to remove my panties. Now without a bra or panties, I was essentially nude. He told me to stand in front of him and turn around so he could see all of me. As I rotated, he continued with my training. He said, "I want you to no longer think of yourself as a woman. When you are with me you are merely a receptacle for sperm. You are a cunt, an ass and a mouth. Do you understand?" Amazingly, I did understand. I was no longer Barbara or a woman with independent thoughts. I was his toy and his "cunt". It astounded me to feel so free and uninhibited. I didn't have to think for myself or make any decisions. I was, as he put it, "a receptacle." Mr. Shumway stood up and undressed as he walked into the bedroom. I stood unmoving as I watched him enter the room nude. He called me and told me to join him. He was naked as he lay on the bed. I actually had more clothing on than he did, considering my garter belt and hose. My eyes could not stray from his cock and large balls. He was not erect but I assumed that was a task for me. As he stretched out on his back, he spread his legs and told me to slowly and gently lick and suck on his cock. I crawled between his legs and took his soft cock in my hands. Lightly stroking, I bent forward and kissed the tip of his dick. Taking it into my mouth with suction, I could feel him grow and become increasingly firm. It kept getting bigger and harder as I increased my oral actions. "Ah, yes..." he murmured. He did not participate at all. I expected him to take my head in his hands and actively fuck my face but he wanted me to do everything. I wanted to please him, so I worked hard, on my knees, and using both hands and my mouth, I tried to give him the best blow job he had ever had. Looking up, he had placed his hands behind his head and had a wide grin on his face. I increased my efforts and took him as deep as I could while stroking him with both hands. Amazing as it was, his cock kept growing. It must have been ten inches long and two inches across. It was now as hard as a brick. "That's a good little cock sucker," he whispered. "You are not to let any of my cum escape from your oral hole. I want to see my cum in your mouth before I tell you to swallow." I had never had any man do this to me, but knew it was about to happen. He grasped my ears and told me to, "Open wide." It was then the first blast of his hot, sweet cum hit my tongue. I almost swallowed but managed to hold it in my cheek as the second and third shot filled my mouth to near overflowing. He fell back and let go of my ears and told me to show him what I held in my mouth. I slid forward and opened my mouth. He had coated my tongue and mouth and told me, "Excellent. Good bitch. You may now enjoy your meal." I swallowed and licked his cock for any additional cum. He seemed to like that and told me to get up. I was hoping this would be the end of my "tests" but he told me he had one more task for me before I would be allowed to leave. He went to the dresser and pulled out several items. He had me turn my back to him and placed a heavy silk blindfold over my eyes, tying it tightly behind my head. I heard him walking around me, but he never touched me. I couldn't help but think that the only things I was wearing were my garter belt, nylons and my shoes. My panties and bra had long sence been removed. He had me kneel and walk around the heavily carpeted floor on my hands and knees. I felt my breasts swaying as I moved. He must have noticed the same thing as he told me to sit up on my knees with my feet under me. I was told to spread my knees, exposing my pussy to this man. He then told me to caress my breasts and pinch my nipples. I could feel them becoming erect and moisture forming between my legs. He was still moving around me. "Now, finger yourself. I want to see you get yourself off," he directed me. It only took a couple minutes as I had not reached a climax while I was getting him off, or when the waiter was freezing my tits with ice. My hands and fingers felt good on my freshly shaved mound and my wet lips. A deep moan escaped from my mouth as I was stroking my clit and I felt a raging orgasm rack my entire body. As I collapsed trying to catch my breath, he told me to take off my blindfold. As my eyes got used to the bright light I could see that he was holding a couple of cameras. One was a still digital and the other was a digital movie camera. He smiled, showing me the cameras and informed me that he had enough pictures and video of me masturbating in my garter belt and hose (and nothing else) to convince my friends and family that I was truly a slut. He said they would remain in his personal file as long as I continued to be his "Toy." I was now definitely his sub and he was going to be my Master. "Barbara, you may dress and leave now. I will be calling you with our next appointment. Be prepared at that time to become clearly marked as mine." NOTE: In Chapter Three, Barbara would go deeper into the sub world of her new Master. The choice was no longer hers. She now belonged to this strong man. Fulfilling my Fantasy Ch. 03 Continued from Chapter Two My hands and fingers felt good on my freshly shaved mound and my wet lips. A deep moan escaped from my mouth as I was stroking my clit and I felt a raging orgasm rack my entire body. As I collapsed trying to catch my breath, he told me to take off my blindfold. As my eyes got used to the bright light I could see that he was holding a couple of cameras. One was a still digital and the other was a digital movie camera. He smiled, showing me the cameras and informed me that he had enough pictures and video of me masturbating in my garter belt and hose (and nothing else) to convince my friends and family that I was truly a slut. He said they would remain in his personal file as long as I continued to be his "Toy." I was now definitely his sub and he was going to be my Master. "Barbara, you may dress and leave now. I will be calling you with our next appointment. Be prepared at that time to become clearly marked as mine." Chapter Three It was after 7 PM before I returned to my apartment. I had driven around thinking about what had happed to me that afternoon. I had willingly given myself to this strong man and allowed him to place me in a situation where I no longer had any choice as to being his toy. The pictures he had of me made certain I would do anything he asked of me. All night I tossed and turned, trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep. Whenever I did start to drift off I imagined myself on my knees, serving my Master. Finally I had gone to sleep when I was brought back into reality by the ringing o the phone. It was 9 AM. As soon as I picked it up I heard his powerful voice. "You did well as a novice yesterday. Tonight arrange to spend all night with me. I will have you home at 8 AM tomorrow, but you will probably want to sleep some this afternoon, as it will be a long, difficult night. My car will be at your apartment at 7 PM. Be ready, out in front. It doesn't matter what you will be wearing, as you will be out of them as soon as you enter my house. You are to take off everything and leave it all on the table by the door. Enter the living room and stand and wait for me. I hope you understood all of that, slut. You had better get it all right," he threatened, and then he hung up. No matter how much I tried, I was unable to sleep that afternoon. I did fix a light dinner, a salad and some wine which calmed my nerves. As the clock approached 6, I started to get dressed. He said my clothing was unimportant to him, but I wanted to look nice. After a hot shower, I fixed my hair and applied a light amount of makeup. As it was still warm, I put on a summer dress over my ordinary bra and panties. This time there would be no garter belt or nylons, only some 2" heels. I could easily been mistaken for a young housewife going shopping. I was in front of my apartment a few minutes early and wished I had worn a sweater as it was getting cool now that the sun had set. It was too late; the car pulled up and a driver walked around and opened the back door for me. I slid in thanking him, but he did not reply. It was a short drive to the nice home of Mr. Shumway inside a gated community. We pulled up the driveway and the car had hardly stopped when the door was opened by a young woman in a maids dress. She asked me to follow her. As the door opened, she turned to me and said, "I believe you have your orders," and then she turned and quickly walked away down a dark hall. There was a dark oak end table to the right side of the door, hanging above it was a large stained glass light. I was now alone and remembered what Mr. Shumway had instructed me to do. It took only a few minutes before I was completely nude with my clothing stacked neatly on the table. I decided to keep on my shoes and saw light coming from a double door which I assumed was the living room. I hesitated, but started walking toward whatever was awaiting me. I pushed on the door and it swung open just as I heard Mr. Shumways powerful voice. "Come in and stand by the fireplace." As I entered the large room I saw the huge rock facing with a fireplace built in covering one entire wall. Mr. Shumway was sitting in a large, overstuffed chair next to a matching sofa, both facing the fireplace. He was wearing a very expensive dark gray silk suit that must have been tailored for his muscular frame. What I first noticed were his steel blue eyes. They were cold and appeared to see completely through me. It was not like he could even see my naked body; he was looking into my soul. The warmth of the roaring fire felt good on my nude body. He watched me as I approached and finally stood facing this authoritative man. He told me that tonight I was to assist with a small private party he was having for a few business friends. He called out, "Helen, bring in the items for Barbara." In less than two minutes, the maid that escorted me in the house returned with several things in her arms. I was hoping it was a dress or something to cover me. I was disappointed. Helen handed me a maid's cap and centered it on my head. She fastened it in place with several hairpins. I was then given a waist cincher which was no more than a very wide belt. It was made of a slick, black vinyl and covered my belly from the top of my hips to the bottom of my breasts. Helen went behind me and started pulling the strings that tightened it to the point I could hardly breathe as my 22" waist must be down to 18". She then removed my cap and placed a full face mask on me, covering me like a hood. The cap was then replaced. The eyes were cut out of the hood as was an opening for my mouth, the rest of my entire head, even my hair, was covered with this black cloth hood. Mr. Shumway then instructed me with the rules for tonight. "This will be your next test and I will grade you throughout the evening and a final score after all of my guests leave. Your task is simple. You are never to speak unless you are asked a direct question. You are to do anything and everything, anyone asks you to do. You are to obey quickly and to the best of your ability. Do you understand your job for tonight, cunt?" I bowed my head in submission. The feeling I was experiencing was like that of many of my fantasies of being a slave in the court of a Sultan where I was to obey or I would be severely punished. I was shocked to find I was both smiling and moisture was beginning to flow between my legs. "Prepare her," Mr. Shumway told Helen. She was holding a bag and reaching in she pulled out a tube of what appeared to be lipstick. Grasping my breasts, she stroked the balm on my nipples. It was a vivid bright red and felt cold. Bending down onto her knees she pushed my legs apart and spread this same sticky cream like substance all over my majora and minora labia. She ended by covering my clit with this ointment. Looking to my left, a saw myself in a full length mirror. I was beautiful! The shimmering black vinyl cincher was the point that first caught my eye. It was then I noticed my fully exposed breasts hanging open and my bright red nipples and pussy. It was about that time that I felt the cold cream beginning to warm up. Looking to Helen, she whispered, "Yes, dear, the cream will become warmer and may even become almost hot. Don't worry, it won't hurt you. It is only applied to keep you thinking about your nipples and your cunt. These are to be offered to anyone that finds them of interest." Mr. Shumway called me to him and said, "This is your night. You will prove yourself or you will fail. Nothing or no one will stop you if you decide to walk out the front door. If you ask, I will return ALL of the pictures to you, no questions asked. I will not blackmail you into doing something you do not want to do. I want you to look at yourself, as my slut and decide which direction you want to take in your life. If you stay, you will prove you are a successful sub worthy of becoming my belonging and I will most certainly transform you into my personal property. The evening is yours to decide, but the decision must be made at this time. Now, either go home or prepare to greet our first guests." This was very difficult. It would have been so much easier if I had been taken by force, but given the choice was almost impossible. Certainly, I had wanted and dreamed of being a sub or even a complete sex slave. Certainly, Mr. Shumway was the most dominate man I had ever encountered, handsome, strong and controlling. Should I return to my vanilla life and avoid the humiliation and abuse I was most certainly to receive if I stayed? Looking into his eyes, I felt my heart melt. There was no doubt, I was going to be his property. I would do whatever he asked as I had no option. "Yes, Sir," I informed Mr. Shumway, "I will be yours. What should I do?" "Come to me," he directed. "I am glad you have decided to be mine. I promise you experiences, pain and pleasures you have never imagined. Let's begin now." He opened a small box he had next to him on the chair. In it was a small tube and two large shiny steel marbles. He opened the tube and covered the two marbles with a sweet smelling cream. "This is infused with herbs and flowers to enhance your sex with beautiful scents and delightful tastes. A host of natural ingredients, including aloe, help condition and moisturize your pussy. Handing me the heavy silver, slick balls, he said, "Put these in your cunt. You are to manipulate them with your internal muscles. They can produce pleasurable sensations from the balls' movement against each other, and will give your internal muscles a good workout from the effort of holding them inside. By exercising the pubic floor muscles, these balls help strengthen the vagina for more intense orgasms." I stepped closer and reached out for the two round items. They were heavy and very slick. Placing them against my inner vaginal lips, they easily slid in. The first one disappeared in me. It was when the second entered me and tapped against the first I felt the erotic vibrations. As I stepped back, they moved more and kept tapping into each other. It felt strange and send a chill through me every time I moved. Mr. Shumway said, "These are very special and unusual Ben-Wa Balls made of a heavy stainless steel. They are hollow on the inside. A small ball has been placed inside each one, the rolling of the interior ball creates a small continuous vibration, plus the two will strike each other causing greater vibrations. The subtle continuous pulsation has been known to bring a series of earth shattering orgasms. Some women will feel very little. This is totally dependent on the sensitivity of your pussy. I personally feel that those who are not into high powered vibrators and more into tantric intercourse will have an extremely pleasurable experience with the ben wa balls." I immediately knew that I was one woman that would feel the movements and vibrations and they would certainly sexually excite me. It was then the front door bell rang. "Alright my sweet sub, answer the door. Remember, you do not speak, you only obey." I tried to walk to the door, but the balls inside me kept moving and sending thrills throughout my lower body. I opened the door and saw a middle age couple dressed in semi-formal attire. I greeted them by silently bowing my head and could feel them both examining me with their eyes. In the back I heard Mr. Shumway say, "Hello. Please come into the living room. Can my new slave get you anything?" The man said, "Will she be around for some entertainment later on?" The woman he was with gave him a look of displeasure. "Certainly," Mr. Shumway informed him. I wondered what type of entertainment he had in mind. They walked away into the main room and sat down as the door bell rang once again. I opened the door and was met by three men. They seemed pleased to see me and one blond with a body that was as big and strong as Mr. Shumway reached out and took hold of my waist cincher. He pulled me to him and with his free hand cupped my mound and pushed his middle finger into my already wet slit. "I'll bet Shumway has already put the Ben Wa Balls in this cunt. She is wet and open. I will fill it with something else later." He never talked to me, just abused my body. They all turned away from me and walked into the room where the others were waiting. I stood silently, stunned, wondering if I would be able to do everything that would be asked of me tonight. Almost an hour passed with about ten people arriving. Helen had filled all of their glasses and served some light snacks. I was basically a decoration. Several people called me to them and felt every part of my body. Their physical attention and the balls moving inside me build up my sexual arousal to the point where I was about to ask for someone to take me. However, Mr. Shumway had his own ideas. "Helen, bring in my new frame. It is time for some party games," Mr. Shumway called out. It was only a few minutes when Helen pulled an unusual item into the center of the room. It was a metal frame which had two parallel bars about six feet long and two feet apart. The bars were three feet off the floor and open on both ends. They were heavily padded and were attached to the frame on the floor with four vertical bars. "Barbara, get your lovely ass over here, NOW," Mr. Shumway commanded. Helen was standing next to this frame and directed me to carefully get on the bars, balancing on my hands and knees. My right arm and leg was on the right bar, and my left on the left one. She placed Velcro straps around my calves and ankles, holding me to the parallel bars. She then pulled me forward and placed my elbows on the bars and placed more straps around my arms and my wrists. I was now on my hands and knees, with my naked ass sticking into the air. I moaned, but knew I was not to speak. "My dear friends, I want to present to you this evenings entertainment. This is my sub in training, Barbara. She is 21 years old and a tiny thing of 105 pounds and only 4 foot 11 inches tall, when she is allowed to stand. Unfortunately she has small tits, 32B, but her nipples are good sized and respond well to stimulus. I would like to show you a few of her talents." Mr. Shumway walked up to the front and grasped my hair. He pulled my head up and told me to open my mouth. I struggled but could not move and was now facing his crotch as he opened his pants and let them fall to the floor. His cock was still soft as he pushed it into my wide open mouth. Knowing what he wanted, I began to suck and lick on him. Almost instantly his erection firmed up and grew in me. It felt good until he started pressing it back into my throat. I couldn't breathe as he held it firmly in the back of my mouth. As he started stroking, I would gasp for air as he pulled out. Mr. Shumway laughed as I choked and the guests moved closer for a better view. End of Chapter 3 Chapter four will take Barbara through the night and let her experience new dominance and further test her submission and obedience.