Sex slave. I loved the sound of those words. Ever since meeting the two of Them for drinks I couldn't seem to stop hearing them in my mind. Sex slave. All week, looping endlessly, sex slave. "Our sex slave" was what She'd said to me.
When I answered the advertisement, "Submissive sex slave for us", I never thought I'd actually find myself here, just a few weeks later, kneeling naked on Their front step. I'd only done something this reckless once before when I'd agreed to pose for nude photos, a few of which I'd already sent to Them. The photos were admittedly a few years old but still accurate, at least I hoped so. After trading a few mails, we met at a quiet bar on the north side of Austin on a Tuesday. They both made it quite clear that nothing would happen this first time we were together.
The place was mostly empty when I arrived and I quickly found a quiet table in the back. I tried my best not to jump every time the door opened. After a bit I was able to relax, passing the time re-reading the mails we'd exchanged. That is, until I heard Her voice, "Shy one, is that you?" Looking up, I saw the two of Them and knew immediately that I would not be able to refuse either much of anything. That I was lost and, maybe, found. When I finally got home that night I couldn't recall much other than that I'd agreed to serve the two of Them that weekend.
Later that same night I received my instructions - I was to be at Their home, kneeling on the front step by 7pm. I was to be shaven and ready to serve for the weekend. Before then I could touch myself, in fact They wanted me to be naked and aroused as much as possible, but not to orgasm. Those it seemed were no longer mine. I spent the next two nights trying to ensure I was entirely smooth and, finally, Friday arrived.
On the drive to Their home I resolved myself to be brave and to trust. For some reason I felt like I could with the two of Them, that it would be alright to let go for the weekend. To give life to a part of me long repressed, to let loose my inner slut and experience all the pleasures I'd long imagined and forever denied myself. Checking the address twice I parked and walked to the front door where I found my next set of instructions.
"shy one,
We're both very happy you've come to Our door, so many don't make it this far and fewer still take the next steps. If you do still desire to serve Us, and We both very much hope you do, know that you will be used for Our pleasure. We think you will enjoy the things we do to you but know that these things will be done. We will not ask permission and We will demand obedience. Crawling past our threshold will be your last free choice this weekend so consider carefully your next step.
If you decide to go, go now and we wish you well. If you stay, then strip and place your clothing and other items, neatly, in the box next to Our front door. Inside the box you will find four cuffs and five padlocks. Place the cuffs on your ankles and wrists, lock them in place and use one lock on the box. Kneel next to the box with head bowed and eyes downcast. We will come for you when We are ready.
Your Master and Mistress."
Remembering my promise to myself, I took a deep breath and, with shaking hands, quickly stripped off my clothing. Opening the box, I found the items as described and, setting my fate fully in Their hands, I quickly locked each metal and leather restraint onto my body. With each quiet snick of a lock closing, I felt a part of me open. Locking the box with my clothing inside, I took my place on my knees and I could feel something take life inside of me. I could feel the world narrowing and expanding all at once. I could feel every breeze across my now denuded body, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing with every beat. I could feel my body come alive, hungering to touch and be touched. Naked and exposed I felt the last bits of restraint, of shame, of fear slip away. Kneeling there I marveled at what was happening. Somehow, through some strange alchemy in my twisted mind I was finally free.
I hoped They were watching, hoped They could see what I was becoming, what effect They were already having on me. I feared that I might be seen by someone else but trusted that They wouldn't let that happen. Though there was already a part of me that wanted to be revealed as Theirs. I don't know how long I waited there, at least an hour, maybe more, before the door opened.
