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My First Experience as a Slave
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 erotic mysteries of life, open you up, and share with you the possibilities. That are out there”

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 odd, 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 it was a mansion. I was so nervous. I’d worn exactly what he told me to, a short black skirt, a simple white blouse, and black stilettos with sheer black stockings. He was very explicit about clothing. I was also instructed not to wear panties. I felt so naked underneath, so dirty.

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 man wearing what could only be a butlers’ uniform, opened the door and motioned me in. I walked into the hall, 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 gorgeous home.” I said, trying to make small talk. He did not answer, just continued to walk ahead.

Finally we arrived at a large mahogany 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 down.

“What have you gotten yourself into.” I mumbled to myself.

“Yes indeed, what HAVE you gotten yourself into?” I heard the deep 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 careful with you. 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 Devil 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.

‘Strip.”

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 handcuffs.

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, open and vulnerable. My hands cuffed and secured over my head. Naked, except for thigh high stockings and black high-heeled shoes and on the verge of my very first earth shattering orgasm.

To give you a bit of a picture, he is tall with dark hair and brown eyes and is twenty-five years older than me. I am twenty years old with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and a curvaceous body. When they handed out large breasts my family must have been first in line.

I met him in a queue for popcorn at the cinema one night and we have been together ever since. Perhaps I have a daddy thing going on but I find that older men really know how to treat a woman. They are respectful, generous, inventive and experienced and he really knows what buttons to push. Being with him has given me a fresh and slightly kinky outlook on life and I never get bored with him.

We have been into light exhibitionism ever since we started sleeping together; in fact our first time was in a broom cupboard at the cinema that first night. After chatting for five minutes he dragged me into a nearby cupboard for a very intense, hot and sweaty encounter and the rest is history. Our best experience was when we went clothes shopping together. I went into a new clothes shop to try on some underwear and noticed how roomy the dressing rooms were. They were mirrored and well lit and had plenty of space, but all that was between you and the fitting room and the main store was a blue curtain. There were no attendants, it was just too perfect, I had to entice him in with me.

I cheekily sent him some naughty pictures of me in the basque and stockings that I was trying on and told him about my inspired idea. He was as turned on as me about the idea and three minutes later my phone vibrated, it was a message from him; ” I’m coming right in, be ready for me”. I was more than ready; as soon as I saw his text I knelt on the seat with my ass facing the curtain, legs stretched wide open and my bullet hard nipples pressed against the mirrored glass. My see through panties showed my firm ass cheeks off and my basque had very low cut cups so half of my 36G breasts were on show. The curtain was slightly open and anyone passing could have seen me posing in the sluttiest way I could, this made me soaking wet for some reason. Before he came in, he tugged the curtain completely open and stood there for a moment admiring my semi naked body. I saw him getting hard through his jeans and a guy about my age walked past and made no bones about staring, seemingly enjoying the view. Then my boyfriend shut the curtain, leaving a couple of inches still open. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer.

“You are so, so dirty, I bet you loved being stared at”, he whispered in my ear. ” You are such a little slut, feel how wet you are and those tits….”.

As soon as I started to reply, he put two fingers in my mouth which I immediately started licking and sucking and started to trace his other warm hand all over my now writhing body.

I could not help but moan in pleasure, but tried to hold it back. He caressed my large breasts and gently tugged at my hard nipples and said “Don’t hold back your moan and pretend you aren’t about to get fucked in here, I bet everyone who walks past will hear you and know exactly what is happening”. Even if we got caught, this was the hottest thing I had ever experienced in my twenty years. When my moans got louder he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his lower back. Then he pushed me against the wall, we were so close to the curtain that with every thrust, it moved a little, exposing my breasts pressed naked against the wall. This turned me on so much, knowing that at any minute someone could walk past and see us. Perhaps they might stop to watch the show, perhaps they may join in. We had to be sneaky about it but knowing that we were so near to being discovered sent us both over the edge. Our breathing sounded so loud in that small room and we could hear people getting changed right next door to us. With every thrust I banged against the wall and I gasped, even the feel of the wall under my stiff nipples was turning me on. My boyfriend was pounding into me and his breath against my ear was so sexy, I loved how turned on he sounded. My body ached under his ministrations and I felt myself getting closer to the edge. Someone stopped outside the curtain and we heard heavy breathing, before I knew what was happening my boyfriend poked his head round the curtain and invited the person standing there in with us. I turned my head to look and saw a good-looking guy in his thirties standing there with a huge bulge in his jeans. He needed no second invitation and came up and kissed me. Then I descended into a dream as both men ran their hands all over my writhing body, my gasps of pleasure so loud that everyone in the store must have heard us. I was taken by both men in the dressing room that day and have never been so turned on in my life.

We will definitely be going back to that store soon.

My boyfriend was out of the city for the weekend, on a stag weekend with the boys, which left me on my lonesome in the city.

Luckily I have a great group of girlfriends who are as into having fun as I am. They are all beautiful, adventurous girls who enjoy all the delights that a city like London can offer. I am a brunette, attractive and work as an escort. This job suits me as I have always had a really high sex drive and have struggled to find a partner that can keep up with me. I enjoy meeting people and having new seductive experiences, and sharing my body makes me feel really good.

My boyfriend understands this and we have an open relationship. It turns us on to talk about our sexual adventures, and a date night with someone else always leads to sex when I get home after it. And when he meets a new playmate he tells me all about it until I am dripping with excitement and eager to try out what he has learnt. I knew there was a good chance that he would hook up with someone over the weekend as his crowd are all wild, good-looking boys and I planned on doing the same. This weekend I wanted something a bit different from normal so I called up one of my girlfriends who is always up for some erotic excitement and who secretly I have had a bit of a girl crush on for like ever.

I met her in town for drinks, she looked absolutely stunning, her tall, athletic frame wrapped in a skin-tight black dress and her black hair artfully curled around her olive skinned face and gorgeous full pink lips. She towered above my petite frame and I noticed heads turn as we walked into a bar, her dark good looks and high spike heels set off by my innocent, blonde girlish appearance, appearances can be deceptive however as I was wearing no panties under my short flowered dress.

We sat down at the bar and ordered up some cocktails and looked around the dance floor at people strutting their stuff. The place was packed and all the dancers were sweaty and abandoned, I was starting to feel turned on watching them. I looked at my friend and she could not keep her eyes off one girl, a pretty redhead dancing alone on the floor. After two or three drinks we got up to dance and I watched as she undulated round the dance floor and then around my willing body.  I noticed the red haired girl watching us with an impish grin on her red lips and on an impulse I grabbed her hand and pulled her in to dance with us. As the three of us spun, writhed and gyrated, we started to rub our lithe bodies against each other, I could see my friends nipples were rock hard so I cheekily tweaked them then pulled the red haired girl in to do the same. We started to kiss and touch each other’s bodies, getting more and more into it, until we were all panting and laced with a light sweat and before long we had quite a crowd round us, men with drinks in hand, gazing lasciviously at our breasts and mouths, enjoying the little show that we were putting on. Just to tease, we ground up against them and felt them getting hard in their jeans, which turned us on even more. We felt their hands all over our bodies and I lost count of how many men I kissed that hot night. They loved watching the three of us kiss and this just spurned us on to be even more daring, my friend pulled off the red haired woman’s top and started to stroke and suck at her perfect body. I pulled my dress off and stood on the dance floor completely naked apart from a pink thong. The girl pulled me in and before long the three of us were rolling around, feverishly kissing each other and anyone who cared to join in. The crowd around us cheered as we ground our hips and gyrated for them, and we all felt hands roaming around our breasts, thighs and asses, it was so hot, we were all very turned on. The watching men loved seeing us caress each other and shouted out encouragement and orders, it was such fun being ordered about in such a playful, sexy manner. I was told to strip them both with my mouth, which I loved immensely and so did the girls.

Eventually the bar closed and we said goodbye to the horny men who had been watching us and grabbed a taxi back to my place and settled down in my living room. It turned out that my friend had brought a bag of toys with her for us to try out. I let her tie me up and tease my body with a feather tickler then a leather whip, whipping me just hard enough to leave red marks across my breasts and ass but not enough to really hurt.  I then tied up the pretty redhead and ordered my friend to tease and seduce her; we all had such seductive adventures that night, staying up until we all but passed out from erotic exhaustion. When my boyfriend got back home, he loved hearing everything about my night and it turned us both on so much that next time it happens I plan on having him there with us as that will really be a night to remember.