5 comments/ 228541 views/ 27 favorites Accidental Slave By: goreankat I can’t believe how my life has changed over this past year. I am doing things that I never thought myself capable of doing. I am a married woman with three children that up till recently led a relatively normal life. I have been married for over 20 years and like most married couples we have had some rocky times to get through in our lives. We reached a point of near divorce a few years back over some serious differences in sexual preference. My husband, Bill, had very strong interests in the bdsm lifestyle. I reluctantly went along with many of his fetishes for many years. We had “normal” sex on occasion, but more often than not, our sex drifted to the kinky rather than straight sex. Bill especially loved the Master/slave scenes where I would be his slave and do anything he desired sexually. There would usually be some form of bondage involved, but at my insistence, never too heavy. When I protested being the slave, he would suggest a switch where I would be the Mistress and make him do my bidding. I know I made a terrible Mistress, but he was a far better slave than I could ever be. Spanking was another sore spot, pardon the choice of words, in our relationship. He would try to give me a spanking for disobeying him, but I would have nothing of it. I was not interested in pain of any kind. Being tied spread eagle and fucked on the bed or walked around on a leash in the house were as extreme as I would allow. He couldn’t even mention anal sex! Our relationship was strictly monogamous even though Bill often suggested trying to include other couples or friends for our sexual escapades. For some reason, the thought of my fucking another man or sucking another mans cock just turned Bill on. Just talking about it made him so hot he almost could cum in his jeans. I just was not interested in doing anything of the sort. Finally I reached a point in my life where I said, “Enough is enough”. I met a man that was interested in me and made no mention of any sort of kinky sex. When we made love, it was sweet, tender and totally satisfying. Although Bill was a great lover in our early years, as the kinkiness took over, the satisfaction waned. Now I found a man that could really please me without asking me to do anything that I didn’t want to do. I made the decision to divorce Bill and began the process. It was short lived however. We both realized that there were children involved and we had to find a way to make the marriage work if the children were going to be happy. So, I gave up the new man and Bill and I resolved to stay together, however, I denied Bill any sort of sexual activity at least with me. After much consideration and conversation, it was decided that we would continue in an “open” marriage. That is, we could each find sexual partners outside the marriage without jealousy or bad feelings. The one thing I was certain of, is that I had no interest in sex with Bill again and as a middle aged woman, I needed it a lot. We both did what we could to discreetly find sexual partners. It had to be discreet, because as far as the children or anyone else knew, we were a happily married couple. After all, we were at the school functions together, went to the movies together, even slept in the same bed almost every night, so all looked good in the household. Each of us placed personal ads in various websites and we each found sexual partners. Bill had several ladies that he managed to hook up with and one or two that became his favorites. He still looked at me with lust in his eyes, but he knew that he was not going to get anything at home any more. I consider myself to be fairly attractive for a woman in her 40’s and apparently so did a lot of men because my mailbox was always full of respondents to my ads. It didn’t take me long at all to dive in and find out what meeting, dating and fucking men was all about. I had never had a life like this as a young woman. I was married too young and raising children and of course playing sexual games with Bill. In this new life, I could meet men and take them for a “test drive” and find out what they were all about. I had affairs with at least a dozen men, many of them married, and all of them very horny and ready to please me. Some did better than others and I kept them around for as long as I could, but eventually some sort of complication arose that made it necessary to put them aside. That is, until I met Jim. Jim was somehow different than the other men I had met. He was very intelligent and fairly good looking. He was over 6’0 tall and extremely well hung. The thing that first attracted my attention to him was his passion for what he called Zen sex. His ad mentioned it, and I had never heard of it, but if it made sex even better, how could I resist? I answered his ad and we hit it off right away. He told me that Tantric or Zen sex was a heightening of all the senses and would lead to nearly non-stop orgasms. As much as I liked orgasms, the thought of a non-stop orgasm caught my ear. I was anxious to learn how such a thing could be achieved. He told me that in order to reach this level of sexual awareness, I must submit myself totally to him and he would guide me step by step through the process until I would eventually attain a level of sexual nirvana and drift from orgasm to orgasm for hours on end. It was all intriguing to me and after our first date, I was in his bed and submitting my body to him totally. I couldn’t believe it when he said that reaching the ultimate level in sexual satisfaction was to utilize as many positions as possible and of course to make use of all the available orifices on the body for sexual pleasure, including my virgin asshole. I don’t know why, but I raised my ass in the air and permitted him to enter an area that no man, not even my husband, had entered. To my surprise, after a mild discomfort, my sphincter relaxed and it actually became somewhat pleasurable, although it would take several sessions before I would become accustom to this new use of my body. My mouth was also a temple of pleasure for Jim’s Tantric style of sex. I had always loved giving a good blow job, but Jim made it a point of using my mouth for his pleasure for long periods of time at each meeting. As time went on, I realized how much pleasure I could give with my mouth. Jim told me that I gave the best head he had ever had. I didn’t tell him how much pleasure it gave me. I loved the feel of a man’s cock in my mouth. The taste, the texture of the skin, the full feeling in my mouth and obviously the power that I felt knowing that I could bring a man to a mind blowing orgasm in that way. My asshole was always used in our “lessons” and of course, my pussy received her dose of fucking too. Of course he reciprocated the oral sex and was very good at it. We practiced breathing techniques as well. Jim said that part of the discipline needed for total pleasure, was to control the tempo of ones breathing. It was sort of like my Lamaze courses when I was pregnant. Patterns of deep, shallow, hee’s and hah’s and other methods were part of my daily exercise. Proper use of these breathing techniques with the correct rhythm would help me intensify the depth and length of my orgasm. I found that I was able to make some orgasms last for a minute or even more in a very short time. My learning sessions with Jim had truly increased my ability to have orgasms and to have different and stronger orgasms. As time went on, Jim emphasized the necessity for me to be the student and he would be the strict Master of the art. Jim began giving me instructions as to how I was to present myself to him at each meeting. I was told what to wear and was expected to follow these instructions to the letter or suffer some sort of discipline. My stomach would start getting butterflies thinking about how I must look in order to please my Master. If he instructed me to wear a short dress and nothing else, I found myself doing it. One time I showed up with a skirt that he considered too long and after making me strip naked after walking in the door, he chastised me and forced me to bend over his knee, whereupon he gave me a severe spanking! I protested at first and let out a few loud screams, but he held me even more tightly and told me that if I did not submit willingly to this punishment, he would discontinue my lessons and I could not return. The thought of not being able to receive my lessons, and more important to suck his cock and get fucked made me cease my complaining and accept the punishment. To my amazement, I also found that my pussy was becoming aroused and wet. What was happening to me? He told me that in the future, if he had to spank me, I would count the strokes and thank him for each one. To my surprise, I said “Yes Master”, with a bit of a smile on my lips. Suddenly I realized that I was taking part in an activity that I had told my husband was repulsive and that I wanted no part of. What was happening to me? I began thinking how much I loved having this man fuck me and use my body for his pleasure. I was reaching higher levels of sexual satisfaction with each meeting and couldn’t wait for the next “lesson”. Self control was also a part of the sex that Jim was beginning to emphasize. Jim said,” In order to achieve a stronger and longer lasting orgasm, you must be able to restrain yourself from cumming until I give you permission”. He continued, “This will take a while to learn, but soon you will be able to control yourself and only have an orgasm when given permission. This will intensify your need for an orgasm and when you are granted release, it will be ever more intense than anything you have ever known”. I was all ears! An orgasm that could go on forever, with an intensity that would rock my world? Now that was sweet music to my ears. Jim stated sternly, “If you cum without my giving you permission, I will subject you to some form of punishment such as spanking or even a mild whipping with a flogger or riding crop. This will serve to re-enforce your ability to resist cumming and help you to reach ultimate total control of your body.” I didn’t realize it then, but it also served to strengthen the control that Jim had over my body. I found that soon, just the sound of his voice could make me tremble. He could call me late at night and tell me to come for a lesson. I would immediately stop whatever I was doing and go. I would get an e-mail from him that ordered me to come over at a precise time wearing whatever his whimsical mind would conjure up. I would make a few phone calls and arrange for the kids to be picked up, or taken wherever they must be and be knocking at his door wearing a slutty looking outfit with too much makeup, or a little girl look with pigtails and all! Soon, things got deeper. Jim told me that my lessons were going well but I needed to learn some special positions that he would require me to use at various times. The first position he taught me was the “Obeisance” position. Now I when I would arrive, I had instructions to immediately disrobe, drop to my knees and place my face to the floor, with my arms outstretched, palms down, and not speak except to answer his questions. Jim had systematically broken me down and made me his sexual plaything. I found that I wanted nothing more than to please him, whatever that involved. I would sometimes stay in that position for half an hour or more without a word being spoken. I could hear Jim walking around the house but he would not speak to me until he was ready. My pussy would be dripping wet thinking about how he would use my body on that day. One afternoon, I arrived at the appointed time. Jim told me to come in. I removed my dress and assumed the Obeisance position. I awaited my instructions. After a period of meditation in this position I heard Jim’s footsteps approach me. He walked in front of me and reached down with his strong hands and lifted my chin. I was not allowed to look into his eyes until he gave me permission. Then he said, “It is time to worship your true Master. The Master of all sexual slaves is the penis. You will kiss him, lick him and suck him in preparation for his entry to your asshole. This is your lot in life. It is the life of a true, Tantric sex slave and slut. You are my sexual slave and my slut to be used for my pleasure and that of others if I so desire. Do you understand slave?” My heart jumped into my throat as I slowly nodded and responded, “I understand my Master”. “Very well then, you may look into my eyes and worship my cock, but do not use your hands. Use only your mouth to pleasure me, or I will punish you and tie your hands behind your back until you have done what must be done.” I could smell his penis before I looked up and saw it standing erect before my face. I began breathing heavily at the thought of my strong Master ordering me around this way and I wanted nothing more than to please him, no matter how hard it was to do. I took his huge cock into my mouth and began sucking it in earnest. My pussy was tingling from the excitement and I felt as if I could cum just by putting his cock in my mouth, but I knew that was not allowed. As I sucked him with all the fervor I could muster, Jim spoke, “My little slut, you will learn to love sucking cock so much that soon you will crave it. You will not be able to get enough cock in your mouth. You will appreciate the taste of a man’s cum as the honey of the gods. Of course each man tastes a little different, but you will want to experience the variety of tastes. After your training is complete, you will beg to have dozens of cocks put in front of you to suck. The idea of men lining up to fuck your face will bring you such pleasure that you will be in a constant state of arousal from the time you begin until the last man has pumped his seed down your throat.” I withdrew his cock from my mouth long enough to say, “I will Master, I will. I love to suck cock”. Again, I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. He gave me instructions on what pleased him. How hard, how fast, how deep, where to lick, and I did everything, as ordered until I felt his cock begin to pulse indicating the forthcoming explosion of his cum into my mouth. Jim spoke out “You are to swallow every drop of my sacred fluid. Do not waste any of it or you will be punished”. My pussy was throbbing with the need to be fucked by this man that had taken total control of my sexual being. I ravenously swallowed his cum and licked his cock and balls clean, making sure that I did not leave a trace of his cum anywhere. Jim smiled down at me and ordered me keep his cock in my mouth. I felt it begin to soften. Jim said “Suck your master until he gets hard again”. I continued licking and sucking until after a few minutes he started stiffening again. When he was totally erect, he instructed me to stand up. “It is time to learn a new position slave. This position is called ‘Present’. When I say the word ‘present’, you are to present your asshole to me. You are to stand with your legs spread wide and bent over at the waist. You are to grip the cheeks of your ass with your hands and pull them apart so that I may inspect your asshole and pussy to see if they are ready for penetration. Do you understand slave?” ”Yes Master,” I meekly replied. Jim then said,”Very well,” He paused,” PRESENT!” I took the position as described and waited with my ass cheeks spread and bending over with my tits hanging below me. Jim walked around behind me and pushed two fingers into my dripping pussy. I pushed back onto his fingers as he did this. “What are you doing?” he snapped. “Did I tell you to do that?” “No Master, you didn’t. I am sorry”. Suddenly I felt a sting on my ass from his hand. My eyes immediately teared up. “You will not do a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g without my permission”, Jim snapped. He went on, “How do you expect to fully appreciate what I am teaching you if you do not follow my explicit instructions as you agreed?” “I will do better from now on Master”, I replied. He replaced his fingers in my pussy and wiggled them around. This time I did not move, but I did moan a little. “You are very wet my little slut”, he said as he withdrew his fingers. “Here, taste yourself my dear”, he said as he put his fingers in front of my mouth. “Open your mouth and lick your juices off my fingers my sweet pet, so you may know what you taste like to others.” I lapped at his fingers savoring the taste of my pussy. It was actually quite pleasant. Jim then moved around behind me and began fingering my asshole. He used his saliva to lube up my hole as well as his penis. I stood in my ordered position as I felt the head of his cock press up against my sphincter. He grabbed my hips and held me as he pushed his large dick slowly into my hole. I felt the head slip in, and then felt my asshole close tightly to hold it in. He pushed on and on slowly and then began pumping in and out. With each thrust he buried his cock a little deeper into my ass. God, I wanted to feel him in my cunt, but that was not his intent. He continued fucking my ass until his balls were slapping against the cheeks of my ass with each thrust. The feeling was exquisite. I was becoming delirious and felt my ass contracting as I sensed a new sort of orgasm coming on. Could it be possible to have an anal orgasm? I said to my Master Jim, “I am feeling some sort of an orgasm. May I cum?” “Not yet slut”, Jim shouted. “Not until I tell you”. He pumped harder and faster and then I knew it was coming soon because he stopped thrusting and buried his cock all the way into my ass. “I am cumming slut. I am cumming. You may now cum!” I began to shudder as I felt his warm jizm pulsing into my asshole, and suddenly I felt the most unusual orgasm I had ever had. It was truly and anal orgasm. It was so much different than a clitoral or vaginal orgasm. It came from somewhere deep inside of me. I screamed with pleasure as wave after wave came over me. I practiced my breathing as he had taught me to help prolong the feeling. Jim remained behind me with his cock deep inside. I felt it throb a few more times, then it began softening and he slowly pulled out. Now I was ready for him to fuck my wet needy pussy. I needed to be fucked so badly now that I was almost crazy with desire. I wanted to cum, cum, cum as I had never cum before and I knew that Jim could do it almost with a snap of his fingers. I waited, still bent over for my next instructions. Jim walked around, reached under my breasts and squeezed each of my nipples tightly. I winced a little because my nipples were very aroused and tender, but I did not say anything. “You may get dressed and go slut”, Jim spoke sternly. “What”, I thought? Was he not going to fuck my dripping wet cunt? Was I going to go home without being given the sexual release that I needed so badly? “What Master” I queried? He slapped my ass hard and said, “I said, you may get dressed and go slut. No questions! You will put on your dress, get you things and go home. I will not be needing your pussy today and you will not be allowed to cum under any circumstances until I give you permission”. I slowly stood up, found my dress and slipped into it, gathered the rest of my belongings and said, “Yes Master. When will you require me again?” Jim retorted, “Check your e-mails regularly. I will call if I need you immediately. Now go.” I looked up hoping for a kiss and Jim grabbed my breast roughly and gave it a twist. “Who said you could look into my eyes slut? Only when you have permission will you ever look into my eyes or anyone else that I deem your Master! Do you understand?” I nodded, “Yes sir”, and slowly walked out the door with my eyes cast on the floor. I got into my car and drove home to fix dinner for my family. The rest of the night all I could think about were the event of the day and I was wet with excitement. I could not wait for the next message from my Master Jim. Accidental Slave I couldn't help myself. It started out small; as innocent fun. Not so mall and innocent anymore... My name is Dave and I am a submission addict. Some people are addicted to booze, some to drugs, others to sex. My addiction is loss of control. That's how I ended up here, blind folded and tied face down over an ottoman buck naked in a hotel room... but I'm getting this all out of order. I should start at the beginning. It was just a game in chat, playing truth or dare with web cams and microphones. I found out that by taking dares, I got a reputation with the "regulars" as a "good sport" who would try just about anything. The dares got more and more daring and I got less and less concerned that someone who knew me would see my web cam or one of the hundreds of pictures I had been dared to make... oh yes, the pictures... I posed naked in just about every pose a person could think up. I put clothes pins on my nipples, balls, earlobes, and on my cock. I pushed ice cubes into my ass, then fingers, then long neck beer bottles and bananas... I sucked on fingers and cucumbers... simulating a cock. I did all this just because someone gave me a dare -- or so I thought. That's when I found the ad on the internet. "Illicit Adventures" was the headline and it occurred to me that I might be able to play my on line games of truth or dare with real people in a real world setting... I signed up. There was a long form of questions about what I would and would not do, what sort of limits or restrictions I had and to what degree I could be "pushed" into some of the grey areas. In a few days, I had an email that said my profile was being viewed by another member. She wanted to know if I were into blindfolds and other forms of restraint... being the risk-taking person I was, I wrote back that I'd be up for some play like that... what did she have in mind? Within minutes I had an email back that told me to be at the Best Western Inn at 8pm that night. I should leave the door to my room ajar, and sit on the edge of the bed blindfolded and nude. It sounded scary but fun all at once. I decided that if anything went wrong or seemed funny, I'd just leave... but why not try? I checked in to the room early so that I could email the room number to her. Then I closed the curtains, turned the heat up a little and stripped. For a blindfold, I had brought along the sash to a pirate costume I wore last Halloween. I imagined that the bright red shiny material would add to the "mystique" of the adventure. At 8pm I was in place. I felt incredibly excited and vulnerable all at once. I strained my hearing to catch the sound of her entering. Suddenly, without warning I felt soft fingers tracing a path from my shoulder to my elbow. I jumped, startled. "Wow, you're quiet!" I said, my voice shaking. I felt her finger press to my lips. The message was clear -- no talking. I shivered. I felt her hands glide down my arms again, this time following the path to my hands which were resting in my lap. I felt the first stirrings of arousal as my mind imagined a beautiful woman, fully clothed enjoying her power over me, a naked helpless male. Her hands continued to softly caress my skin. I could hear her breathing, and now that she was so close I could smell a light clean scent... Then I felt her pulling my arms forward... urging me to stand. Once standing she guided me forward a step or two. I could feel or hear nothing for a moment and then I felt her taking my left wrist and wrapping a soft material around it... she went so slowly, so gently, I knew that she was giving me every chance to stop her from securing my wrists. When my wrists were tied behind my back, I felt her guiding me to the edge of the bed again. I sat and she immediately pushed my knees apart kissing each one. Then at last she cupped my balls and I felt blood pounding in my cock as it rose stiffly. Her other hand circled it and she lightly stroked me for a few seconds. Once I was fully erect, she pressed her hands against my chest. I lay back as she seemed to want that. It was a little awkward to lay on my bound wrists, because they forced my ass up off the bed and I knew I would be comfortable like this for long. That's when I felt the other hands. The woman's soft touch on my thighs, balls, and shaft continued but now I felt the bed move as someone climbed on above my head. Something soft and warm, not a finger, was now gliding along my cheek. I turned my head instinctively away but strong hands turned my head back towards it. It bumped into my lips and suddenly I knew -- it was a cock. Just then the woman's gentle touch became an excruciating crush of pressure on my balls! My cry in pain was cut off by the man's cock plunging in -- no doubt the very reason for her squeeze. A deep voice spoke the only words to be said and the voice came from somewhere across the room. "Go with the flow and enjoy your adventure... or else it will go badly for you. We're taking whatever we want from you anyway so you may choose how much or how little pain you get. To show that you understand, you are now going to give that cock the best blow job ever given... If we think you are slacking off..." The voice trailed off and I felt another tug at my crotch to finish his sentence. With a sinking feeling in my stomach I tried best I could to accommodate the cock in my mouth... It didn't seem huge but I kept gagging as he rocked deeply into my throat. I tried to use my lips as stimulation and pressed my tongue up into him as he did all the work of moving. Meanwhile, the woman had resumed her stroking and now began running her mouth and tongue around my head... the cock in my mouth backed up and rested against my lips. I knew what they wanted -- I was to give to this cock what she was giving to me. I translated the feeling into actions best I could. She had her hands free and I did not, so I found myself chasing the penis like as if I was bobbing for apples. I was very worried each time I lost it that my balls would pay for my ineptness, and so I am sure I at least gave the appearance of a very eager mouth looking for that cock. My worries seemed to go on forever... the cock was smooth and soft, but rigid and unyielding to my lips. I would lose it then open wide searching for it like a bird in a nest. On one of those moments, hairy balls were dropped into my mouth and the cock banged against my face. I lapped at them and sucked gently -- not really sure what to do. Eventually the girl stopped and to my horror, I felt my legs being lifted up and out. The bed shook again and my fear of what would happen next came true. A cold, wet gel was smeared on my anus and a finger probed none to gently. The man who was getting my oral "cherry" grabbed my ankles and held them for whoever was taking liberties with my ass. I had no idea where the girl was and at this point I was too busy to care. The finger was followed by two, then three... I moaned as I felt stretched and when I did, the cock started pumping my face again... this time without pause for me to recover from a gag reflex. My ass was suddenly punctured with man #2's cock. I groaned loudly around the cock in my mouth as my anal cherry was stolen as well. FLASH! Now I knew where the girl was... even through my blindfold I could see the camera flashes going off... over and over as I had a man on my chest fucking my mouth and a man deep in my ass I was photographed. I never imagined with all the photos I'd taken as dares that this is where I would end up. At nearly that moment, the cock in my mouth started going faster and I could hear grunts from above me that only meant one thing. I started to struggle but felt man #2's thumb and finger pinch the head of my now deflated cock... and I knew that I was about to swallow cum. Moments later, cum in my throat, on my face, and down my chin, I was unceremonially rolled over and pulled onto all fours. Then my head was shoved down to the mattress as my ass was plundered again -- this time it got banged hard, fast, and drove me forward into the headboard of the bed. Pinned down as I was, I groaned when he spurted for what seemed like forever into my tunnel. Then with a disgusting sloppy sound he pulled out and I could feel cum dripping from my ass and running down my thigh. FLASH More photos... I groaned again when it belatedly occurred to me that I had no control over the distribution and that in some of them, I was sure to look as if I were a willing participant in this adventure. That's when I was pulled from the bed to the ottoman. Until then I thought it was over... but I felt the naked buttocks and thighs of the woman straddling my back, facing my ass. A stinging slap landed on my ass and I heard men snickering. Again and again she slapped my ass until it burned and I could feel heat radiating from it. Then she turned and slid behind me. With shock I felt the hard plastic of a strap-on pushing against my hole. A heard a soft click and the strap-on began to vibrate. She moaned and plunged deep inside me. Just then something wooden was shoved in my mouth -- side to side like a rod. It jerk back and up and I realized that the girl was holding reins to a "bit" in my mouth. She moaned as she pumped my ass and pulled back on the bit. With my hands tied I was completely at her mercy. My back arched painfully, my ass burned and now to make matters worse she started cumming and in her excitement yanked hard on the bit as she worked against the strap on. In what seemed like forever but was only minutes, she was leaning on my back and letting out little "whew" sounds. The vibe shut off. My pulse pounded in my chest and in my anus. I felt completely drained of energy and gave no resistance at all when my arms were untied, I was pulled back to the bed and dumped on my back. I heard the sound of electric clippers. FLASH They took more photos as one of the men shaved my pubic hair. From fear or exhaustion I don't know, but I never moved. Then I felt a cord of some kind going around my balls, up high at first, then wrapping down forcing my balls further and further away from my body... Each wrist and ankle was then secured to the bed frame just before I felt the woman caressing me again. I was sure that I was too far gone to care, but something about the way my balls were tied made my cock stiffen at her first touch. When I was throbbing hard, she straddled me and slid a condom over me. FLASH More photos were taken as she rode me to another orgasm. What I sadly discovered though, is that in spite of how good it felt, I couldn't cum. The binding let me get hard, but didn't allow that "last bit of pleasure" to push me over the top. It did, however, keep my stiff cock hard for a long, long time. I heard the trio bustling around the room without talking and finally I heard only silence. Then I caught a whiff of her perfume again and felt her lips brush mine... "Thank you, hun... lets do this again sometime," she said and then kissed me and stuffed something cloth into my mouth. I heard her pick up the phone and ask for housekeeping to come do a turndown service. Then, they left. It took no small amount of talking to explain that I was not the victim of a crime after the girl who responded to the call for housekeeping found me there. She called the manager who called police, who kept me busy talking for more than an hour. Out of fear of what might happen to those photos I kept insisting that I was unharmed, pressing no charges and would prefer to be allowed to leave with what little dignity I had left. At last they relented. The hotel manager suggested that I never come back. I thought it was good advice. When I got home I hit the shower and then stumbled to bed exhausted. My dreams were filled with a mixture of painful, pleasurable, erotic images until I woke. I fired up the laptop and checked my email as always. Another message from "Illicit Adventures" came in while I slept. I opened it to read "Your video and photos are going to be safe so long as you remember that we own you now. When we call, you will come. You will do everything we wish and you will do the same for anyone we give you to. Welcome to our stable, bytch-boy." Accidental Slave My pussy ached with the desire to cum. I had not had an orgasm in days and was not used to it. I often pleasured myself with my finger or my vibrator, but Jim had given me strict orders not to cum until given permission. I knew that this must be part of the education involved in achieving that next plateau of Tantric pleasure. My pleasure had to be denied for a period of time to fully appreciate it when it was allowed. Also, I found myself dreaming of sucking his cock. I would do anything to have his throbbing member between my lips again, plunging deep into my throat. I checked my e-mail dozens of times every day. I wanted desperately to write him a letter or call him asking when I could come for my next lesson, but I knew better. He had given explicit orders to stop bothering him with such nonsense. He didn’t have the time or patience to deal with such childish behavior. Jim had told me he would contact me when he was ready for me. It was nearly a week since I had heard from him. I was getting desperate. I needed to suck his cock. I needed to be fucked. I needed to please him in any way he desired. What was he waiting for? Then there was a knock at the door. I went to answer and there was a package on the front doorstep addressed to me with a P.O. Box return address. I opened the parcel to find an envelope inside labeled simply “Slut”. I opened it and read the contents. “You are to put on the articles in this box. You are to wear nothing else, not even makeup or perfume. Arrive at precisely 3:00P.M.Tuesday. You will knock four times on the door. When told to enter, you will keep your eyes lowered to the floor, walk 3 steps into the entryway, and remove the dress. You will fold it neatly and lay it on the floor. You will then assume the Obeisance position and await your instructions. Do not be one minute late or you will suffer the consequences. “My God”, I thought. “It is Tuesday”. I glanced at the clock. I only had one hour! I scurried to get a knife to open the package. I was shaking with anticipation as I removed the contents of the parcel. Inside, was a pair of leather wrist cuffs, a pair of leather ankle cuffs with metal loops attached for purposes of securing my limbs and a black leather dog collar about 2” wide with the words “SLUT” written in large silver letters. Each of then had a hasp like closing latch to which a lock could be fastened. There were also 5 small padlocks and finally a very short black wrap around dress and a pair of 6” stiletto heel pumps. I paused for a moment as I looked at the outfit before me. Was I going to go through with this? What if I were caught or discovered by someone that I knew? Was I prepared to make this bold move? I felt the moistness grow in my pussy and my nipples harden and knew the answer. I immediately ran to the phone and called my friend Pricilla and a told her that something had come up and asked if she could pick up the kids from school and drop them home. I wrote a note for Bill, explaining that I was going to meet a friend for a few drinks and would be back late that evening. I stripped off my clothes and threw them into the laundry hamper. Then I began dressing, if you could call it that. First I placed the ankle cuffs, then the wrist cuffs, and finally the collar. I gazed at myself in the mirror and the large letters “SLUT” stood out immediately. I picked up the first padlock and tried to lock it on one of the ankle cuffs. I was shaking so much that I couldn’t pass it through the hasp, but finally I did. I realized that if I locked this lock, there was no turning back because there was no key in the box. I took a deep breath and pushed it until it clicked shut. My heart was pounding in my head as I locked the next ankle cuff into place, then each of the wrist cuffs. Finally I reached for the collar and made it final. I was now locked into a set of bondage cuffs and committed to going to Jim’s just to get them off. The final touch was the dress. It was a very simple wrap around dress with a black tie strap. It was cut nearly to my navel in front, thus barely covering my nipples and it was so short that it would leave nothing to the imagination, especially if a breeze came up. I put on the 6” stiletto’s and tried standing on them. It took a minute to adjust myself so I could keep my balance, but I have worn heels for one occasion or another for many years. I hid the empty box in my closet and looked at the clock as I ran out the door. I had exactly twenty-three minutes to be standing on Jim’s front door step. “God, I hope there is no traffic”, I thought to myself. As I drove, I felt as if everyone that I passed or that passed me was staring at my collar, but I dared not look at them. I fixed my eyes on the road with one mission, and that was to get to my Master’s house on time and to show him how much I had practiced on my breathing exercises this week and of course to please my Master and ultimately to get fucked by his gorgeous cock and be allowed to finally cum! As I got closer to his house, I watched the clock carefully. It was 2:53 and I had just a few blocks to go. I was going to make it, but just barely. Then I got caught at a stop light. It was a very busy intersection and this was getting near rush hour. “Come on, come on, change light”, I was saying out loud. I could feel someone staring at me in the adjacent car. I looked over and saw a woman in the passenger seat, just about 6 feet away, looking at my collar. I quickly looked back at the light, which was still red, and the clock, which now read 2:55. The light changed and I sped through the intersection. I made a right on Jim’s street and now had three short blocks to go. The clock now read 2:57! There was Jim’s house, but no place to park! My God, I will be late. I spotted a place in the next block, just big enough to pull into. Now I was faced with several dilemmas. The most obvious was that I would be late. Besides that, I now had to walk almost a block and a half in my “outfit” and 6”inch heels. I would be quite the spectacle for the neighborhood. Nonetheless, I had to please my Master and so I set out towards his house. On the way I passed a house that was having a new roof put on. The men working all stopped to give me a good look over and gave me a few cat calls. I was mortified, and I stepped up my pace a little. As I turned up the walk to Jim’s house, I started recounting my instructions to myself so that I would not make a mistake. I stepped up onto his porch, took a deep breath and knocked four times on the door, then waited. Nothing happened. There was no response. Should I knock again? Maybe he didn’t hear me. I knocked again, this time harder and again waited. I was getting very nervous. Here I was, standing on a doorstep in a very revealing dress with black anklets, wristlets and a collar not knowing what to do. I couldn’t go back home, because I was locked into the cuffs and collar. I could go find a locksmith, but that would be extremely embarrassing trying to explain what was going on. I began to sweat, but I also found myself extremely aroused by the whole predicament. I was ready to knock again when I heard a voice, “Enter slut”. I reached down and turned the knob and the door opened. I cast my eyes to the floor as ordered. Let me see, “Three steps, then remove my dress”. I closed the door and took three steps, stopped and without looking up or around, removed my dress, folded it and placed it on the floor. I was now naked, save the leather attire. I kneeled down and assumed the Obeisance position on the hardwood floor and waited quietly for what seemed like an eternity. My pussy was dripping wet at this point. I imagined that there would be a puddle on the floor between my legs by now. “You were four minutes late slave”, I heard Jim snap. “Then you were instructed to knock four times. I counted eight. That makes eight infractions” “I knew I shouldn’t have knocked again”, I thought to myself. “Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir”, I responded. “You realize I cannot let this go unpunished”, he said. “Yes sir”, was my reply. In the position I was in, my ass was very vulnerable and I expected that would be the target of my punishment. I was right in my assumption. “My slave, I hold in my hand the riding crop. You are to receive eight strokes and you will count each one and thank me. Then request another. Now we begin”, he said. I heard the swish then felt the first swat. SMACK. The pain was intense. This was not a light spanking. I choked back the tears and said, “One. Thank you Sir, may I have another?” He followed with another on the other side, this one harder than the first. I could feel the heat on my asscheeks as I said, “Two. Thank you Sir. May I have another?” And so it continued until he had administered eight strokes. The tears were streaming down my face making small salty puddles in front of my face. I could taste them as they slid past my mouth. At the same time, my cunt was tingling and wanting to cum, but I dared not! Jim left me there to think for another ten minutes or so then he reached down and attached a leash to my dog collar and pulled me to my feet. I still kept my eyes averted to the floor because he had not given me permission to look up. He tugged on the leash and said, “Follow, and lift your knees up parallel to the ground as you walk. I want you to strut like a pony”. I obediently strutted as he led me across the room, down the hallway toward the back door. He stopped, and then placed a blindfold over my eyes so that I couldn’t see a thing. He then opened the door and pulled me out into the back patio. I carefully stepped out, since I didn’t know where I was going. Then my heart jumped. I heard the sound of voices. There was talking and laughing and a stereo playing. “What had I agreed to?” I suddenly thought. “Master”, I stammered. ”Quiet bitch”, Jim shouted. “You will obey my every command, or I will put you out on the street just the way you are. Oh yes, this is all being captured on video for future use, so you had best perform to the best of your ability, for we wouldn’t want your family or friends to think badly of you if they were to see this.” Then I heard Jim say,” May I have your attention? This is my sex slave Misty. She has been trained thoroughly in the art of oral, anal and of course vaginal sex. We have spent months preparing her for this day. This is her final exam. She has been an excellent student in the art of Tantric sex. You see around you several places that she may be secured if need be, but I think you will find that she is eager to please as no woman you have ever seen before. She enjoys sucking cock more than any woman I have ever met and she never wastes a drop. Every bit of your cum will be swallowed. Of course if she is to spill any, she will expect a severe whipping. She will suck you willingly, each and every one of you. If not, you may tie her up and force her. She is also very good at receiving an assfucking. Let me show you. Misty, PRESENT!” Without hesitation, I found myself taking the position, bent over with my legs spread and my hands pulling my cheeks apart. “My God”, I thought. “I am truly his total slave. I want to please him and prove that I am worthy of his attention. I didn’t even have to think what my reaction would be when given the order to present myself.” I could hear the men giving their approval. For a moment I wondered if there was anyone there I knew, but then I realized that I really didn’t care. I was there for one reason and one reason only. To please my Master Jim and be his fuck toy and cum slut or any other man’s if that is what he desired. “Now my friends, let the party really begin”, Jim said. “The first winning number is 16 and the second is 4. 16 gets first choice of holes and 4, you get the next.” They were taking numbers. I was a raffle prize! I heard a man shout out “Alright, I’m a winner”. I was still bent over awaiting my next command. Jim leaned down and whispered in my ear, “My sweet slut, make me proud. Show me what you have learned. Today you will prove your undying devotion to your Master. You may cum whenever you want”. With those words, I felt my cunt tighten and I immediately exploded into a mind blowing orgasm. My legs trembled and I came and came and came for several minutes without even being touched. Then I felt a strange cock begin pushing its way into my anus. At the same time, I smelled a cock directly in front of me. I opened my mouth to accept the gift. I thought to myself, “I wonder when I can come for my next lesson?”