Chapter One
He had never had much problem picking women up. Sure he could find women to screw, but he wanted, no needed, something more. Much more. He wanted none of the pain and torture that dominated the S & M scene, but he did yearn to be dominated by a woman of debauchery. And this wasn't something he cared to do in his hometown. He really didn't give a shit what the Christian right's opinion was, but he did have to do business with them. He had never even been to a house of prostitution before and had no idea if what he wanted was feasible.
"Hi, I'm Candice, first time here?" the beauty with an incredibly taut ass asked.
"Yes, it is. How does this place work?" he replied.
"It's pretty simple, you got the cash, we have fun!" she giggled.
"How bout role playing?" he asked nervously. "I have something special in mind."
"Sure, depends on what it is," she replied. "But we can handle most requests."
"Mine are pretty kinky," he offered.
"Most men's mind are full of sordid, filthy debauchery," she replied. "I work here remember?"
And with that he handed her his short-story. "I write short-stories as a hobby," he told her. "This one here I want to act out. The last page is sort of a summary so you don't have to take time reading all the details."
"Let me see what we got here," she replied as he waited nervously. "Ew, you are a perverted little boy. I think we can do this. Wait here, I'll send for you when I am ready." And with that she had disappeared into the back.
It was not too late. He could still flee. He could still turn back. He had not ever done anything really perverted. Sure he had licked a girl friends ass before, but just superficially. Never anything containing this much hedonism.
"Excuse me sir," a voice asked.
"Yes," he replied as he turned to see another beautiful young woman.
"Your master is ready for you," she replied as she snickered. "Follow me." He winced at the fact that she also knew at least some of his desires. It embarrassed him and he wondered who else in the room knew what he was about to do. He had a hard time looking anyone else in the room in the face. He was ashamed of what he was about to do, but knew he had to do. For some reason he just could not get these visions out of his head.
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Chapter Two
He was following this beautiful woman as if he was being led to the gallows. Of course there were no ugly women here. He tried to stay close so he could sniff at her scantily clad body like a dog in heat.
"Almost there," was her comment as she led him up the stairs. Upon reaching the top she turned and said, "I've been instructed to handle the transaction, as your master does not want to interrupt your experience. It will be $400.00 cash."
He nervously fiddled with his wallet, almost disbelieving that he was going to pay someone, beautiful as she was, to fuck with his mind and treat him like a slave.
"No turning back now," she smiled as he handed her the money.
On down the hall she led him, taking what seemed like an eternity to him. Finally she turned and knocked on the door. Rap, rap, rap. "Enter," could be heard from the inside as the courier turned the door handle to let him.
"Your slave is here for his appointment, madam," offered the courier. "We have made the necessary arrangements."
"Thank you Sherrie," said the master "you may leave the slave with me."
She looked stunning standing there before him. Only a thong kept him from seeing what he so wished to savor. Some type of halter top barely kept her ample breasts contained.
"Out of your clothes slave!" she demanded. "You know what your purpose is here." He undressed as fast as he could, nearly tearing his clothes off.
"On your knees slave!" she demanded as soon as his clothes were removed. "I gave you no permission to stand before me." She circled him, eyeing the product as she did. "You will do and keep your hands to your side so I may see the package," she commented coldly.
"We will have three rules here tonight slave," she said. "Number one, you will do exactly what I say. Number two, you will say nothing unless spoken to. And number three, unless otherwise asked, the only thing you will say when spoken to is, 'Yes, master.'" She grabbed him by the chin and looked directly into his eyes, seemingly burning her dominance directly onto his brain. "Do you understand these rules as laid out to you slave?"
"Yes master," he answered concluding that for the first time in his life he had lost absolute control.
"Good, I see you are a fast learner," she mused. "Do I look satisfying to you slave?"
"Oh, yes master," he answered honestly.
"I can tell that you are happy to see me," she smiled for the first time, appearing to soften up a bit. "Will you do anything to satisfy your master?"
"Yes master," he replied nervously.
"Anything?" she taunted him.
"Yes, yes master," he stuttered.
"Good, we are gonna test your servitude tonight," she commented. And with that she brought here body closer and closer and closer. His face was only an inch from her thong and the delicious honey pot that lied within. "I know you can smell me slave, do not reach for it until I command it. Your eyes betray how badly you desire it." And she was slowly gyrating her sex like a skilled table dancer in front of his eyes, aeriating her aroma and doing a good job of driving him mad. She slowly pivoted giving him a view of her unbelievable ass.
"You want to tongue my ass? Don't you slave." she asked eyeing him from between her legs.
"Oh yes master," he answered with a shortness of breath, praying to himself that it was clean.
