I saw the package outside my door before I reached it. I knew immediately what it was. How did I get here? How did I end up like this? I was from a fairly affluent family. Both my parents were still together. I was a fucking school teacher for fuck’s sake! My hand trembled as I picked it up. I brought it inside and placed it on the counter. I opened the box and inside was 2 notes and another box. I opened the note.
‘If you so choose to prove your worthiness to belong to me, you will start in 24 hours. You will go to the following address immediately after your last class. The action of you showing up will be your agreement to be tested. If you please me, I will accept you and your life as you know it will cease to exist. You will be my property with all rules contained in the attached agreement active immediately. If you do not accept, do not attempt to contact me further.’ I turned it over and looked at the address. I knew the neighborhood at least.
My heart was in my throat. I sank to my knees and my mind started to turn. What the hell am I going to do? ‘Of course you can’t go’, I spoke to myself.. ‘You had your fun. You set out to dabble in a kinkier side of yourself and you did that. Maybe you got carried away a little but this is where you have to draw the line.’ Oh but the feeling! The absolute wonderful feeling of giving up all control. I can barely remember life before it.
I was deeply depressed over a recent break-up and my friends were trying to cheer me up by taking me out, introducing me to people. That didn’t work so they said maybe I just needed really cheap sex. I thought about what they said and thought they could be right but I wanted different. I wanted to get a little wild, I think. I smiled as I looked up the local swingers clubs online in my area.
It was just what I needed. I stood at the bar watching couples groping each other, threesomes fooling around and thought it was erotic and interesting but it didn’t reach out and grab me. I sat and drank and thought that all this erotic behavior is just what I needed. An interesting one night stand, I wanted to have. I took another drink and decided to walk around. I found a dark hallway lined with blue neon light along the ceiling.
I was passing sex rooms! I looked to the right and there was a two men fucking some young red head. To the left was 2 women 69ing each other while their husbands or boyfriends watched them, their hands stroking their hard cocks.
But it was the next room that had me transfixed. There was a man standing at the foot of a bed. On it was an olive skinned exotic looking girl being held down and handcuffed to the bars on the head of the bed by another woman. Her husband was cuffing her feet. The woman at the head of the bed was wearing all black. Her tits spilling out of a black corset, a black leather thong, black thigh high boots, and elbow length leather gloves. She placed her thong clad pussy onto the girls face while pinching her tits.
“You like to lick at a pussy, don’t you bitch!” She grinded into her. “Umm. I know you do. Are you going to make me cum tonight?” All I could hear were muffles. The man at the foot of the bed now had a crop in his hand and was flicking the leather piece at the girls clit, making her hips buck. “Answer her slut!” He cried, and now flatly smacked the girls pussy with the crop.
“Yes, Mistress! Yes. I want to make you cum.” She panted. That was all I saw. A finger was stroking my pussy lips through my sheer thong. I didn’t see him come close to me, I didn’t feel him go under my skirt. And now that I realized it, I didn’t turn around. I bit my lip and shamelessly grinded against his finger. He took his left hand and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me into another of the small door less rooms. For a second a moment of fear went though me, but then embarrassment of maybe having this person see my face. I went to flee, when he pushed me face first up against a wall and put his fingers back under my skirt, rubbing my pussy lips through my thong.
“You are a slut just like the girl in that room, aren’t you?” Oh my! Not at all as I imagined. He had a British tinge to his speech and an almost erotic tone. His fingers were circling my clit now and I pushed against his fingers, my breath coming fast.
“No- no.. I just. I was just looking around.” He moved the material aside and teased the folds of my pussy lips.
“Oh?” he chuckled.. “It seems like you did.” He suddenly thrust a finger deep inside me making me groan. I pushed back onto his finger. Soon I realized that he had stopped moving his finger and I was fucking it. “You would make a good slut, you know that?” That voice just got smoother. He placed three fingers deep in my cunt. “I can do that for you, you know.” He withdrew his fingers and just stood perfectly still behind me. After a minute or two, he reached around my waist, knocked my feet so I stoop with them very far apart and slowly and agonizingly stroked my throbbing clit. “Ummmm yes..” he purred almost. “And you would so enjoy it. You would love being used by me. Your dirty secret.” His stroking got more intense. “Tell me what you want right now.”
He had to know, I thought. I couldn’t.. I thrust harder at his fingers. God I was sooo fucking close. He pulled away. I think I tried to hump the wall.
“Tell me what you want, whore.” One long stroke along my pussy just missing my clit. I groaned, still unable to do it. He started making fast light circles around my clit. My mind was on fire. “C’mon. Be my whore. Just tell me how much you want it.”
I couldn’t stand it one more minute. “Okay, Okay. Please. Please. I need to cum. Please don’t stop.” He was stroking more steady now, my legs starting to shake.
“And?”
