1 comments/ 25163 views/ 2 favorites I'm Looking for You, Slave... By: MsSweetNNaughty Part 1 I knew from the beginning this experience would be different. I answered a personals ad in the paper. All it said was "I'm looking for you, slave. I want to show you the mysteries of life, open you up, and share with you the possibilities." Strange ad, I know, but it spoke to that dark submissive place that is buried deep inside of me. I couldn't get the ad out of my mind, so I answered it. The first meeting was strange, to say the least. I really didn't know what to expect. I was given an address, date and time, and some basic instructions. That was is. The Master lived in a large house, some would say cavernous. I was so nervous. I'd worn exactly what he told me to, a short black skirt, a simple white blouse, and black pumps with thigh high stockings. He was very explicit about attire. I was also instructed not to wear undergarments. I felt so naked underneath, so naughty. I rang the bell and it seemed like forever before the door opened. I could feel the anticipation rising in my stomach as I heard the footsteps coming closer to the door. An older gentleman wearing what could only be a butlers' uniform, opened the door and motioned me in. I walked into the foyer, trying to take in everything. The floor had the traditional black and white tile; there was a sweeping marble staircase that led upstairs, fresh cut flowers on the table in the middle of the entryway. "You are expected. Follow me." The butler said. I followed him, looking around in awe. "What a beautiful home." I said, trying to make small talk. He did not answer, just continued to walk on. Finally we arrived at a large walnut door. "Please go inside." He said as he opened the door and motioned inward. I stepped into what appeared to be a large library. I was still trying to take it all in when I heard the lock on the door engage. I was locked in! I felt the panic start to well up inside of me, but I did my best to push it back down. "What have you gotten yourself into, girly." I mumbled to myself. "Yes indeed, what HAVE you gotten yourself into?" I heard the male voice come from behind me. I was so busy trying to take in all the sights in the room; I didn't hear him. Startled, I started to turn around, but he grabbed my shoulders. "No, not yet. I want you to look straight ahead for now, slave." His grip was firm, yet gentle. I was terrified and excited all at once. I could feel my breasts start to quiver; my nipples were instantly hard and scraping against the silk of my blouse. I started to speak but he placed his finger over my mouth. "You only speak when I tell you to." I nodded in understanding. I could feel him behind me, his breath hot on my neck. He leaned forward and softly whispered, "Put this on." and he handed me a blindfold. I obliged. Once blindfolded, he turned me around. "I see you dressed exactly as I requested, very good." I nodded, biting my lip a little. I could feel his eyes moving all over my body, could hear his footsteps as he moved around me in a circle. I was filed with so much fear and anticipation at this point, I thought I would explode right there. He could see my excitement building and he chuckled. "Never fear, darling, I will be gentle. This time." Holy crap! What did he mean by that! My mind was racing. What have I done? How am I going to get out of here? Would I ever leave this house alive or in one piece? He must have seen the momentary look of fear cross my face, because he said, "We use safe words here. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or threatened, say the word Red and all play will cease. Is that clear, slave?" I nodded my head yes. "Good....then let's get started." He gently grabbed my hand and led me away from the spot where I had been standing. I couldn't quite tell where I was going, but for some reason I felt safe letting him lead me. He was so kind, gently helping me negotiate all the steps and corners. Finally we stopped walking. 'Disrobe." That was all it took, the one word from him. I started fumbling with the buttons of my blouse, my hands trembling. He must have seen this because I heard him give off a low chuckle. I had my blouse unbuttoned and slipped it off. I was a bit confused as to what to do with it when it simply disappeared out of my hands. Okay, I thought. I started to take off my shoes. "Leave the shoes on, slave." So I did. I went to work on my skirt, reaching behind and unfastening it. I am a bit curvy, so I had to wiggle my way out of it. Same thing happened with my skirt as did my blouse, it was simply gone from my hand. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel the Master's eyes on me, drinking in the sight of my perfect d cups quivering in the chill of the room. My modesty was warring with my excitement, fighting the urge to cover myself. He laughed. "Good job slave. Now I want you to place both arms straight out in front of you." I complied. Something cold was snapped on each wrist, I could hear the metal on metal and immediately knew they were hand cuffs. I gasped. He chuckled again. He was behind me again and I could feel his presence, although he did not touch me. "Lift your hands over your head." Again, I complied. I heard another sound of metal on metal, then felt a tug, my arms being pulled taught. I stood there, helpless. In front of a stranger, vulnerable. My hands cuffed and secured over my head. Naked, except for thigh high stockings and black high heel pumps and on the verge of my very first earth shattering orgasm. I'm Looking for You, Slave... Ch. 02 I stood there, quivering with anticipation when I finally felt his first touch. As his fingers ran down my collar bone and slightly brushed against the tops of my breasts, a gasp escaped my lips. "You like that, slave?" I nodded my head yes. "Good." My mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. What was I doing? Where was this going? Would I ever even see the Master's face? I'd never before even considered giving my body so freely to a man, let alone a stranger. He was a stranger, yet so comfortable and familiar, which is what kept me from uttering the safe word. His fingertips brushed against my skin, again. Then I felt his lips. His sweet, soft lips gently started to suckle my thick, erect nipples. I leaned my head back and moaned again, arching my body forward. I knew then there was no turning back. I was going to offer myself up to this man for whatever he desired. I also knew he would not take that gift lightly, he would both cherish it and discipline me all at the same time. Then it happened. With his lips wrapped around my nipples, I exploded with an orgasm like I'd never known before. He grabbed my hips as I started to writhe and bit down hard on my nipple, showing me the ecstasy and pain all at once. I panted as the waves of pleasure ripped through my body. I could feel my pussy start to fill, then it burst forth, all over my legs and feet. I was spent already. "Whoa, there slave. Reserve your energy. The night is young and I've only just begun". He continued to explore my body with his hands, his lips. He brought me close a couple other times, but backed off just before climax. He was getting to know me, getting to know what triggered my reactions. He was studying me as if I were a subject. He truly wanted to ace this class. I stood there, drifting in ecstasy. I could hear him step back and felt him assessing the situation. Next thing I knew, my hands were unfastened. "Come slave, I've got even greater joys to show you." He said as he led me away from the place I'd been standing. We walked a bit again, all the while he was steering me, guiding me. Finally he said, "Wait here." I stood, doing my best to stop the swirling in my head. Then I heard the sound of something heavy being moved, almost like furniture scooting across the floor. The master took my hand and led me forward. I felt a large object in front of me. "Reach out and feel this", he said guiding my hand towards the furniture. I felt a cold, leather like flat surface. He guided me closer. "Like this", he said. He guided each of my knees onto small platforms. He then had me lean forward, laying my stomach on the flat surface that was before me. My hands fell to the sides of the table. I felt him fasten them into place, and then restrain my legs on the small platforms. I was now attached to this table, my behind in the air, but the rest of my body resting comfortably on the table. "Now slave, let's see how you like this." I felt his hands once again probing my body. This time my legs were slightly spread apart, allowing him access to my pussy and my ass all at the same time. He took advantage of this. He first explored with his fingers. Probing and prodding, testing all my openings. "Oh slave, your pussy is making my cock throb!" I was surprised by his admission, especially since the Master had been so reserved until now. Then I felt something wet on my tight ass hole. It was the Master's tongue. He started licking in circles, gently trying to push it into me. I started to rock with his rhythm, quietly moaning. I was an anal virgin and never thought I'd enjoy something like that. His tongue stiffened, and once and for all he was inside. It was glorious. I bucked against his face, riding his thrusts all the way, until I was once again swept up in a flood of orgasms. I felt him pull his tongue out. "If you like that, slave, you will love this." A slick, cold substance hit my puckered ass and oozed downward towards my pussy. Without warning, I felt his hard shaft, start to penetrate my pussy. My lips impeded his progress only momentarily, and then they gave way to let him enter me. I gasped at the thickness of his cock; it was huge and so very hard. He showed me no mercy, impaling my body on to his shaft. Grabbing my hips and slamming me into him. I heard him cry out and felt him start to shudder. Then nothing. He was gone, no longer inside of me. I whimpered, aching for more. The second wave hit me. He was inside of me again, grabbing my hips and roughly fucking my cunt. My body ached with the want, with the need of orgasm. Just as I was about to come, he was gone again. I realized he was teasing me with his sweet hard shaft. He did it over and over again, until I thought I would pass out. The last time he didn't pull out. He brought me to the edge, and just as I stood, teetering....he slipped a vibrator into my ass as well. It was turned on, full speed. The vibrating sensations coming from my ass were just too much; I exploded into an endless succession of orgasms. I couldn't tell where one ended and the next one began. Then I felt his release. His thick hard cock, throbbing inside of me, pumping all his sweet juices into my hungry womb. He stood there for what seemed like several minutes, panting, waiting for his throbbing to subside. Once he was done, he was gone. I was left on the table, used and spent. I felt my restraints being released, and then I was alone. I righted myself, sitting on the table and removing the blindfold. My clothes were neatly folded in a chair next to the table. Next to my clothes was a note. It read: "You are a good slave, but you have many lessons to learn. I will call on you again, soon." It was signed, Your Master. I knew then he truly was my Master. I'm Looking for You, Slave... Ch. 03 Please let me know if you'd like this story to continue. I'm also open to suggestions.... Ch. 3: The Breeding I was now familiar with the drill. I would be summoned to the Master's house, told what to wear and when to show up. I would be led to a room, blindfolded and restrained. Then the Master would use me in whatever way he saw fit and then leave me. I had yet to see his face. This time was no different. I was instructed to arrive wearing the requisite short black skirt, thigh hi stockings, high heel pumps, white silk blouse, and no undergarments. By now, just the feel of silk running across my bare nipples was enough to get me wet and ready. I arrived on time at the Master's estate, and was greeted by this butler Alfonse. "You're expected, Miss." He said in his usual manner. Alfonse lead me to the library, shutting the door and locking it behind him. I was alone now, waiting for what was to come next. I could sense the Master enter the room behind me. He silently handed me a blindfold and I put it on. I could feel his breath hot on my neck, his lips lightly brushing against my ear, "Tonight we have a treat for you slave. All your training has led up to this night." he said. He stepped in front of me, gently, almost lovingly, he took my wrists into his hands placed them in handcuffs. "Come with me." He guided me gently, helping me negotiate the steps and corners. I was led into a room and could hear some rustling in the background and smelled the faint smell of cigar and pipe smoke. The Master led me up a couple of steps and to an area where fastened my hands over my head. I could feel heat, as if I was on a stage and the lights were on. I could hear murmurs and I knew there were others in the room. For the first time I felt really vulnerable. "Gentlemen, please be seated." The Master said. I heard the sounds of many chairs scraping against the floor. I couldn't figure out what the Master had in mind. Was he going to give them a show? My mind was racing with questions, and then all at once came the answer. "My slave is for your entertainment this evening. Do with her as you will." With that, I heard the chairs scrape again, and then I was in the center of several male voices. All of them were commenting on my body, my nipples showing through my blouse, the stockings. Then their hands were on me. I couldn't tell how many, but they were roughly examining the goods. Their fingers were poking and prodding me as if I was an animal and they were deciding whether or not to purchase me. "Well, gentlemen, what do you think?" The Master asked. "She's a nice specimen." one male voice said. "Have you been training her much?" Another asked. I heard them make their way to the master and discuss my training. What had he done so far, how I had reacted, things like that. I was so uncertain of this exercise, I almost uttered our safe word, but I didn't. I trusted the Master and knew he would take care of me. I had been left to my own thoughts for a few minutes while the men discussed what to do. I couldn't hear particulars, just a low, excited murmur of male voices. Next thing I heard was the familiar sound of furniture being moved across the floor. I knew what that meant – it was the table. The men moved back to me now, their gropes were more aggressive now. I felt a new sensation; a large ball gag was being fitted into my mouth. The master was behind me. He whispered into my ear. "Don't be afraid, slave. This is an important part of your training. You belong to me and I'm giving you over to my friends tonight for their pleasure. You will gladly accept anything the give you. I will be watching over you." Then his voice was gone. I was now at the mercy of a mob of men. I felt them all over me, and a tear escaped my eye. It trickled down and escaped the blindfold. "Oh look, she's crying." said one of the men, almost mockingly. The rest of them started laughing. "She will be wailing after I get done with her." Another man said. They all continued to chuckle. Their groping became more aggressive. Finally they started ripping at my clothes. I felt my blouse give way, then my skirt. They just tore them from my body. Their hands were all over my flesh, poking, prodding. I was released from the restraints and roughly moved to the table and restrained. As before, my arms and legs were fastened to the table. This time my chin was placed on a block that elevated my face forward. I'm sure I looked like the roasted pig being served as a meal. I remained on the table, my ass up in the air almost inviting the men to use me. My sex exposed. The men must have been disrobing. They didn't leave me alone for long. I could hear their excited voices as they came back to the table. They brought with them another sound, the sound of well lubricated cocks being stroked into their full sizes. "Oh Gentlemen," the Master said. "One more thing. This is my slave's most fertile time. I do hope one of your seeds hits the target tonight. She is so ripe." I felt him stroke my sex as he walked away. My mind was racing. I hadn't even thought of that! I had felt the twinges of ovulation the day before, but it hadn't registered. The Master intended to give me to his friends so they may impregnate me! I started to whimper and struggle, but to no avail. I was secured to the table, there was no escape now. "Oh look! The fuck toy just realized what we intend to do!" A roar of laughter went up from the men. I was at their mercy. Then it happened. I felt the first man enter me. He was very large and took me in a very rough manner. I felt my sex open wider than it had ever been, just to accommodate his size. I tried to scream, but the gag stopped the sound from escaping. His thrusts were quick and deep. It wasn't long before he was moaning loudly, then I felt his cock throb with the start of his release. He grabbed my hips and slammed so deep into my womb, I started to cry. I felt his thick member pressing into the opening of my womb, knowing his seed was probably already hitting its mark. Once he finished emptying his loins, he pulled out as abruptly as he entered me. At this point, I knew I was in for a long night.