A blonde girl named Trish who is a sex slave to a guy named Justin? Okay, let's start with Trish, a hot blonde, 5'5'', blue eyes, nice body, small build, and medium sized breasts. She put an ad in the personals, however, she had never done this before, and she just wanted to see how many people would respond. She wrote in the ad, "Sexy innocent blonde wanting more than fun, an adventure with sex." A few weeks go by with no responses and she forgets all about the personal she had put in the paper. When one day she comes home and finds a message on her answering machine.
"Hello Trish," his voice sounded monotone, almost like a sexy machine voice. She couldn't catch a hint of an accent in his speech, she was drawn to him in an instant, "I saw your ad in the newspaper and I will give you a very sexual adventure I am sure you will not forget. If you are interested, please give me a call at 555-9011, if not, I am sorry for disturbing you." He seemed very sincere in giving her the desire she craved. Although she said that she wouldn't respond, she felt an attraction to him that she could not resist. She called him up and on the other side, he picked up.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hi, my name is Trish, are you the one who responded to my personal ad?" I asked like the blonde that I am.
"My name is Justin, are you the one with the desire for an adventure with sex?" He seemed very disciplined, almost military style.
"Yes, that is me, what can you do for me?" I asked with a silent blush.
"Will you be my slave?" He responded quickly, as if he had been through this routine already.
"Well, sure...I guess it wouldn't hur."
"Sh, you are now my slave, you can only respond to me with a yes or no, followed by Master, for that is what I am to you, understood?"
"Yes, Master?" I was not accustomed to this, what would happen if I said anything other than Master? I thought. But I guess I'll give it a try. I didn't want to be a tease; after all, I said I was looking for an adventure, right?
"Good, now you will obey my every command, understood slave?" He responded.
"Yes, Master." Was this routine for him? What kind of stuff did a 'slave' do exactly? Am I going to get hurt? All these questions and more were running through my mind, I have to admit I was a little scared.
"I assure you everything will be okay, as long as you obey my commands. And do exactly as you are told. Understood slave?"
"Yes, Master." I replied. My breath had quickened for a second, but his reassurance in his voice seems comforting.
"We will start with you not masturbating and not touching your pussy, your breasts, or your ass except to clean them, until I give further notice. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." That won't be that hard, seeing that I don't masturbate, or touch myself that much anyway. But my ass, is he going to take my anal virginity away?
"I will be gentle, your innocence I want to take slowly. Can you come to my house? We can start our fun soon."
I gave no answer. I was wondering if he is some kind of rapist or something.
"Hello?" He replied.
"Yes, Master." Uh oh, did I just give my life to him?
"Okay, meet me at my house, and take a cab."
"Yes, Master." I replied. He gave me his address, and a time and date to meet him. I hung the phone up and said to myself that I must be crazy. Either that or extremely horny, my pants were soaking with my pussy juices, and my nipples were erect without me knowing. For the fist time in months I wanted to play with myself, but he told me not to. Instead I took a cold shower and got a wardrobe out to wear.
My heart is pounding as I rode in the cab to his house. I want to make sure that everything is perfect and that I please him. We pull into his driveway; his house is huge, almost like a mansion from Batman. I am so excited I can hardly get out of the car. I take a deep breath and head for the door. The butler answers the door and lets me in. I am told to wait in the sitting room. It seems I wait there forever, but the atmosphere of the place is very nice.
"He is ready for you, Madame." The butler said, and waves his hand downstairs. I stand up and move toward the stairwell not knowing what to expect. I reach the end and there is a note on the door. It reads:
"Come in and find further directions, slave."
I open the door to find it is a dimly lit room with a single light coming from behind the tub in the background filled with water, there is a clothes rack to my right, another door in the far right corner, and a razor, soap, and a toothbrush with toothpaste in front of me on a stool with a note on it, the note reads:
"You will remove your clothes, wash your body and shave your pussy, you fucking dirty cunt! After you are done, you will proceed to the other room naked."
I did as was told, I removed my clothes, it was a little cold in the room, and my nipples got hard. It was difficult shaving my pussy with just soap but I tried my best not to cut myself and succeeded. I had never shaved my pussy before and I have to admit, it felt really good to touch my bare pussy, I hope he enjoys it as well. When I was all done, I walked to the door there was a blindfold attached to the door handle I failed to observe earlier with another note attached to it telling me to put in on and enter the door. I put it over my eyes and walked in slowly feeling for any steps I thought I might encounter.
"Close the door!" A voice shouted from across the room.
"Yes Master." I almost slipped and asked if that was Justin or not. I do not want to get hurt at all. I have to be careful of my words. I shut the door, as I heard him come closer to me. He hugged me tight and said I will enjoy every minute of this, whether it is pain, or pleasure. Well, at least I will enjoy it, I hope. He took me by the hand and guided me to the center of the room. Once there, he tied up my hands above my head like I was forming a 'Y' with my body. The restraint seemed like leather, it was tight enough so I couldn't get out, but loose enough so it didn't cut off circulation. He then proceeded to tie my feet up to the left and right of me. I was now forming an 'X' with my body. He raised my body so I was suspended in mid air about two feet or more, I couldn't tell. He was brushing my body with a feather like duster gently across my skin. Down my back, across my ass cheeks, up and down my legs, rubbing it on my pussy, then up and around my breasts.
"Oh, so your nipples are hard! You like that?" He asked.