Author's Note: The following is a true story. Names and other incriminating details have been changed to protect the guilty. This is my first time writing about my experiences, and I hope you all enjoy it.
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As I logged on to my computer and checked my e-mail, there it was. Another message from "wyldeone76", a woman I had been flirting with online for a number of weeks. What started as a rather innocent message from her explaining her curiosity about exploring her submissive nature had turned into full-blown pleas to be turned into my sex slave after we had exchanged some photos. She was a married 29 year-old suburban mom & housewife I had met online. She had already been telling me her 3-year long marriage was as good as over and that she was sick of not getting sexually satisfied. Her husband didn't have much of a sex drive, and didn't even come close to fulfilling her submissive fantasies.
"Hello Patrick. When are you going to give me some of that big, hard cock? Pictures aren't enough anymore. I NEED it for real!" Was all it said in her e-mail.
I replied, with equally succinct language, "When I know you're ready for it, slut. You need a few days to cool off and really think about how much you need this, and if you're really ready to be used the way you think you are. Don't contact me again. I'll let you know when I'm ready to use you."
I waited about a week, in which time she never wrote me once. I was pleased that she was able to follow my instructions even though I knew she was horny as hell and probably ready to whore herself out on the street corner in order to get fucked. I also knew she was too cautious and conservative to go that route, though, so I figured she'd be waiting for me.
I e-mailed. "I'm ready to use you, slut. Give me your phone number now."
Within 4 hours of sending my e-mail I got a response with her cell phone number, with instructions to only call between the hours of 10am- 2:30pm, because that's when her husband was at work and her son was at school.
The next day around 11am I dialed the number. She answered right away.
"Oh my God, I thought you were never going to call me," she said. "I need you right now!!!"
I told her to calm down, saying, "You'll get what you need, but first I want to make sure you understand something. When you meet me you are to do EVERYTHING I say, with NO exceptions. Do you understand me, bitch?"
"I do."
"And from now on," I said, "you are to call me master, unless I tell you otherwise. If I tell you to call me God, you will call me God. Is that clear???"
"Yes, Master."
"Good, now here's what you're going to do. Tomorrow as soon as your husband leaves for work you are going to get in the shower and shave your pussy completely bald, and you are going to get dressed up in the nastiest, sluttiest stripper clothes you have..."
"But I don't have any clothes like that" she interrupted.
"Then you're going to get your ass to a store today and get some! If you walk into my motel room looking like some soccer mom you're not getting this cock, you got that, bitch? If you want to get treated like a slut you'd better look like a fucking slut!!!!
"Yes Master."
I gave her the address to the motel in town where I would be getting a room, and told her to be there at noon sharp. That would give me a solid 2 hours to use her in any way I wanted. I could have had her come to my place, but I decided to keep my distance in case she went all "Fatal Attraction" on me, plus I like the extra nasty vibe that is created when you're in a dirty motel room. It's just that much kinkier.
I was waiting at the hotel, admiring the run-down, cheap porno vibe in the room. I was getting hard just thinking about how embarrassed and humiliated this little demure soccer mom would feel being made to dress like a cheap whore. Maybe her neighbors would see her as she walked out to her car, going to fuck a stranger she'd never even seen in real life before.
Right at Noon there was a knock at the door. I opened it up, and there she was. I was amazed at just how fucking trashy this bitch had made herself look. She was wearing 6-inch stripper stiletto heels, a TINY Pink shiny micro mini skirt, a little halter top barely covering her tits (not huge, but definitely a handful), and she had on THICK "fuck me" porno makeup on, just like I had instructed. She looked nothing like the innocent, doe-eyed Mom that I had seen in her photos.
"Is this what you had in mind, Master?" She asked, with a hint of insecurity in her voice.
"We meet at last," I said. "Now get your fucking ass in here."
I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in the room, positioning her in front of the large mirror that was directly opposite to the bed. I told her to look at it.
"See yourself? Tell me what you look like."
"I...I look like a wh..whore" she stammered. She looked equally uncomfortable and wildly horny by the realization.
"That's right bitch, you look like an absolute fucking whore," I said. "Now I want you to thank me for turning you into a nasty fucking whore."
She kind of whimpered and squirmed a bit.
"Say it!!!" I shouted.
"Thank you for turning me into a whore, master!!!" she said. I reached down between her legs to stroke her perfectly smooth, bald pussy lips for a second. They were wet and throbbing.
"On your knees, bitch" I ordered.
She sank down to her knees, almost going limp but somehow managing to hold herself upright. I knew she had never done anything like this before and her mind must have been racing with uncontrolled feelings of both excitement and nervousness. When she looked up to me I could see the fear in her eyes. I knew I wasn't going to hurt her, but I didn't want her to know that. After all, that fear of the unknown is one of the things that brought her to me in the first place, in her need to escape from her vanilla lifestyle.
I stuck my fingers in her mouth and opened it up, then undid my pants and pulled out my now rock hard cock. First I slapped her across the face a few times with it, to which she responded with heavy breathing and a little whimpering noise every time I hit her cheek. Finally, I plunged my entire 8 inches down her petite little throat and made her gasp for air while I choked her with it. After grabbing the back of her head and roughly face fucking my new slave for a few minutes I let her have a break. She was drooling all over herself and practically crying.
"Oh my God, you're so big!" She said. "My husband's cock is almost invisible."
"You don't have to worry about your hubby's mini-dick anymore, cuz I own you now" I said.
I thrust back into her heavily lipsticked mouth, and I made her turn her head to the side so she could see herself in the mirror, on her knees sucking a stranger's cock down her throat in a cheap motel room like a cheap whore.
