I invite you to visit me, giving you my address in a private message. I give you no information, other than to show up to my address at 10 pm on a Friday night. You normally wouldn't travel to a completely unknown location, to meet a completely unknown person, but perhaps I catch you in a particularly horny and curious mood.
You arrive at my house at exactly 10pm. As you reach to ring the doorbell you see a note. The note reads simply, "Please come inside."
The front door is unlocked and you find yourself in a dark living room. As you close the door you see a dark hallway with a small amount of candlelight coming from a room at the end of the hall. You hear muffled noises from this room and slowly walk down the hall toward the light and noise, before you can change your mind.
You approach the door as quietly as possible but the old pine floors betray your presence. A man standing in the middle of the room turns at the creak in the floor and nods to you. He motions for you to sit in a leather lounge chair that is positioned just inside the room's door. You sit.
You study the man/me. He/I is of athletic build and average height, young (perhaps in his mid to late twenties) with short dark hair. Even in the darkness you can see my blue eyes. I am wearing a white dress shirt, dark pants and dark shoes. As you eyes adjust to the dim candlelight you notice that the room is a bedroom. A large king-size bed is in the middle of the room, with a large white comforter and a large headboard at the far end of the bed.
"Are you ready, Liz?" I ask. You nod, but say nothing.
I remove the large comforter and to your surprise we are not alone in the room. A young woman is tied to the bed. She is naked, except for a blindfold, a gag, and the ropes that tie her legs and arms to the bed-frame.
"This is my slave, Liz. Please refer to her as 'slave.'"
You nod for the second time, and study my slave further. My slave is spread-eagled on the bed, unable to move either her arms or legs. She is brunette, average height, very thin but wide-hipped. Several tattoos decorate her body, and you notice pierced nipples on her small but pert breasts. She is breathing heavily now, perhaps in anticipation.
"I am going to use my slave now, Liz. You may watch, and if you wish....use her too."
I remove the slave's blindfold and gag. "Please master, fuck me...let me suck your cock....please....use me...let me make you come....." My slave stops talking when she notices you. I remove what appear to be earplugs from my slave's ears.
"Slave, we have a guest. You may call her 'Mistress Liz.' You will treat her as you do me....understand?"
"Yes master."
I walk to a dresser on the side of the room and open a large box, removing a large jet-black dildo, a bottle of massage oil/lubricant, and a leather strap-on with its own matching black dildo.
"This one is for you, let me warm her up first," I say, as I toss the strap-on in your direction. Although you are startled, you catch it by its large shaft.
I move towards my slave, turn my back towards you and begin to spread oil on her body. She begins to moan as I spread the oil on her inner thighs, making my way towards her completely bare pussy. Her moans get louder and deeper and her back arches slightly as I tease her. Finally I slide the tip of the large fake cock into her. As I begin to fuck my slave, you examine the strap-on. The dildo itself is 9 inches in length and thick; you can barely get your hand around the shaft. Behind the shaft is a device clearly meant to stimulate the wearer?
You have a decision to make. You came to my house wearing a knee length, modest yet form fitting skirt, and a tight fitted blouse. A thong-back pair of lacy panties and matching bra hides underneath. Do you dare take off that skirt and your panties in front of a complete stranger that you just met? My back is turned, now is your chance. The only sounds in the room now are deep and slow moans from the slave; you also think you can hear the sound of the big toy against the slave's very wet pussy. Part of your view is obscured from my back, but you can tell that I am starting to slowly slide the black shaft further in and out of the slave. I seem totally focused, so this is your chance to either leave....or participate yourself.
You stand and slide the modest heels off your feet. I do not turn in your direction, obviously focused on my slave. You slide the thigh high stockings down your legs, and still I am totally unaware. Next comes the skirt, as you reach around, unzip, and tug the tight skirt down and step out of the skirt. Your body tingles with anticipation as you slide the moist panties off and lay them on top of the skirt on the leather chair. Only now do you realize the magnitude of the wetness between your legs. There was no way you could have left without satisfying the aching desire growing in you. You feel the reasonable and logical part of your personality quickly losing ground to the sensual, erotic and animal part of your psyche.
Naked save your blouse and bra, you examine the strap on. It is a three strap harness: one around the waist and one for each of your thighs. You quickly don the device, carefully adjusting the harnesses to fit snugly around your thighs and so that the 'whiskers' at the tail end of the shaft are tight against your now swelling clit. You note that although the 'whiskers' are now pressing against your clit, the rest of the device is open, which might come in handy later. You are ready.
Barefoot and stroking your new cock, you approach me from behind and gently place your hand on my shoulder. For the first time you speak: "I'm ready to play." For the first time you get a closer look at me. As suspected, I am of average height, with a thin yet muscular build. I am clean-shaved and handsome, and could be a law student, a young accountant, perhaps a banker.
"I think it is time we gave the slave a bit more freedom....she's being very good," I say. You nod in agreement, as a move around the large bed and untie the slave's wrists and ankles. She is well trained and although I have removed the restraints, her arms and legs remain in the same spread-eagled position, awaiting my (or perhaps your) permission to move further.
As I walk around the bed, you notice the bulge in the front of my flat fronted slacks. I am clearly enjoying this as much as you are.
You approach the slave from the foot of the bed, still stroking your new and large cock. The slave is looking at you now and licking her lips. Her legs spread wider as you approach her.
"I am here to please you Mistress Liz. My body is yours. My mouth, my pussy, my ass...they are yours."
"Thank you slave," you respond as you reach the end of the bed. "You reach down and fondle her ankles, running your hands across her tattooed shins. You notice a tattooed vine winding up from her left ankle, up her thigh and ending at her small waist. The slave is quite exotic looking. Again, she seems to be in her mid twenties, and is more slender than you first thought. Her pierced nipples are hard, and as you eye the girl up and down you notice another piercing in her perfectly bald pussy: a ring adorns her swollen clit.
Still standing, you easily grab the thin girl's ankles and slide her body towards you....positioning her so that her knees are in the air and her crotch is near the tip of your shaft. You turn to me and I simply nod.
Slowly you slide the head of your dick-you think of it as yours now- between her engorged lips. "Talk to me slave...tell me how it feels," you say as you slide farther into her, tugging her body towards you, as you still stand at the end of the bed. There is no reason to tease her, as I have already warmed the slave up for you.
You fuck her and she begins to talk. "Mistress Liz, your cock feels so good in my slave cunt....please fuck my slave pussy harder." as she rocks back and forth against you. As you fuck her deeper the 'whiskers' press against your clit....your inhibitions slowly melt away as you grab the slave's ankles and fuck her deeply and with more urgency.
In the meantime I have been watching you. Standing several feet directly behind you I examine you carefully.A woman perhaps in her late twenties/early thirties....your bare ass thrusting with urgency....naked except for that blouse and a bra underneath.
I circle the bed around you and approach my slave's head. She instinctively grabs for the center of my bulge in my pants...still mumbling dirty thoughts to her new mistress.
"Sorry Liz, but I need this slave's mouth, now," I say. "Slave, you may now use your arms."
