"New Sub 4 Training"
by
I met her in an online chat room. She asked me if I had ever
submitted to a woman before and I lied to her and told her yes. I
think from my answers she might have known that I was being less than
candid but the conversation continued and after a few minutes she
departed and I was stirred to look up her profile. She is 40, married
and said she had a few extra pounds, reddish brown hair, medium breasts
and "nice" hips. The profile said that she preferred docile males who
enjoy submission to women. When I read that I immediately became hard
as a rock and wished I had told her what turned me on when we chatted.
A few weeks went by and then she suddenly popped up when I
logged on. I was immediately hard without even the first word from
her. I greeted her by sending a request for chat entitled "good
evening Mistress". She responded by saying that I had improved since
our last chat and that she was pleased by my attitude. She then
surprised me by asking if seeing her as logged on had stirred me! It
was as though she could read my mind. We ended by agreeing to set up a
meeting the next time I was in her town. The opportunity was to come
soon.
Three weeks later I sent her an email advising her that I would
be in town on business and requesting a meeting and adding that if she
did not find me acceptable then perhaps she would consider handing me
off to one of her girlfriends. She liked that comment but said that my
attitude was enough to ensure that I would be acceptable for at least
one session. She sent me a one time only slave contract with
instructions to fill it out and submit it for screening incident to a
formal acceptance inspection and demonstration. I eagerly responded.
My quick turnaround also pleased her and she gave me instructions on
where to meet her and what to wear.
I was hard all the way over to the shopping center. She had
ordered me to wear sweatpants , briefs and a T shirt, with sandals or
tennis shoes. I had bathed and shaved specially close, rubbed on an
expensive aftershave and combed my thinning grayish brown hair as best
I could. I wanted to make a good impression. This was to be my first
FemDom session and I wanted it to be perfect. She had instructed me to
park in the far corner under a light and to leave my parking lights on.
She would be in a dark blue Ford van. I was there precisely at nine
PM and it wasn't thirty seconds before she drove up in the dark van
with smoked windows. She pointed a bright flashlight at me and ordered
me to enter the cargo door to her van and to lay face down on the
floor. I was already rock hard as I did this and while I could see
nothing in the glare I heard her chuckle at my stiffened dick. She
pulled my wrists behind me and handcuffed me. A blindfold was placed
over my eyes and she told me to relax that we had a way to ride.
After what seemed a half and hour of stopping, turning and
moving, we stopped and I heard her place the van in park and leave the
motor running. She then came into the back and cut my clothes
completely off with a pair of what felt like heavy shears! I protested
and she said, ok bozo, there is plan A and plan B. Plan A is that you
submit to me as you agreed and I use you until breakfast. Plan B is
that I release you and just drop you off naked in the park. You decide,
the good news is that either way someone is going to get some sex from
you. I quickly begged for plan A. She laughed and gave me a painful
swat on my ass, "good boy". This gave me a raging hardon, I was her
total slave! Even if she released me I was still the victim of her
whims and desires. My heart was racing and I still didn't know what
she looked like, the shape of her body or even what side of town we
were on.
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She opened the garage with what sounded like a garage door
opener and seemed to drive the van inside. I could hear voices inside
her house and some music. My hardon immediately went soft as she led
me out of the van and down some stairs to what I think was a basement.
Once there she put a collar on my neck and snapped it to some kind of
support like structure behind me. The handcuffs were removed and my
hands were left free. My arms were secured just above my elbow to
something as were my ankles. I was blindfolded, naked, spread eagled
in this woman's basement with a party going on upstairs. My clothes
had been destroyed, I was totally restrained and starting to get hard
again. She then bent down and put my dick into her mouth, licked and
sucked it for a minute or so and then stopped as it got very hard and
thick. She said "don't go anywhere sweetie", and giggled as she left
me there. I seemed to doze off and then suddenly there were female
voices entering the room...they were giggling and laughing...."oh look
what we have for entertainment this week", "I wonder what talents this
one has." My dick immediately rose to the occasion and this just
excited them even more. Smack! one of them slapped me across the
mouth, another fondled my balls and dick and a third reached around and
pinched my butt. I was being helplessly abused by women I couldn't
even see. Then I heard several of them doing something to the device I
was tied to. It seemed as though they had pulled some pins or latches
and then I felt myself being rotated face up. The rack device snapped
into place and I immediately felt lips on my thighs and fingers
scratching my stomach. I started to whine from the scratches and
immediately a pussy was lowered onto my face. "lick and suck it boy",
commanded one of the women. I felt a bunch of hands and fingers all
over me, stroking, touching, pinching. Then I heard one of them say,
"bring the bitch in, this boy needs a suck job". I warm wet pair of
lips immediately started blowing me while someone else was tickling my
balls and the woman on my face was rocking hard on my chin and tongue.
I was in heaven. Four women presented their pussies for servicing and
the slave girl between my legs sucked me until I was numb then they
seemed to leave. I could hear cars starting and people leaving.
Mistress came in and released me from the frame but attached my left
wrist to a belt around my waist leaving my right arm loose. She then
led me to the bathroom and ordered me to relieve myself and to get into
the shower. The slave girl was brought in and ordered to wash me then.
Afterwards, she dried me off with a towel. I tried to say something
to her and Mistress popped me with some kind of whip that really stung
me. They then led me into another room and secured my right wrist to
my waist belt immobilizing me again.
They had placed me on my knees and instructed me to sit still
until my next trial would begin. There was a very long period of
silence and then I heard a vehicle drive up and park. I then heard a
key in the lock and someone come inside the house. The steps were
heavy and I figured that it might be the husband. I was right. He
ordered the slave girl to fetch a beer and then I sensed his presence
next to me. "You look like the ladies used you pretty good boy".
Well, guess what? Your evening has just begun. I then heard his
zipper and the rustle of his pants coming off. I was getting scared
now. Mistress came in and explained things to me. The party was in
honor of her birthday and I was the present and entertainment for the
party. She also told me that there was just one more trial to
determine if I was slave material. She ordered me to suck her
husband's dick! I rebelled and she struck me three times with the
whip. By the third swat I was asking for permission to suck him off
even though I had never had a dick in my mouth before. He sat on the
couch and pulled my blindfolded head between his legs, holding my nose
and inserting his fat dick. It was about the size of a really big
cucumber and I had a hard time sucking him without getting sick from a
gag reflex. In a few minutes he came with a series of hard spurts and
grunts. I continued to suck, I actually liked the feeling of the hard
tubular meat between my lips. He removed his cock and then slapped me
across the face telling me that I was ok for a newbie but would get
better as time went on! It was then that I realized that I had been
hearing camera clicks and strobes recharging. They had me on film! He
then did something that really threw me for a loop. He picked up the
phone and called a buddy telling him that he had a "new chicken" that
needed to learn to suck and asked him if he wanted to come over for a
blow job. In a few minutes two guys showed up. The evening was still
young.
To Be Continued...
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