I was the first one off the plane, near enough. I had no luggage. In fact I had no keys, no money, no credit cards, only my drivers license. But I had a week and a half of vacation--and an erection. It had been two weeks since my Cyber master had allowed me to come, and now, on the day we would finally meet-I was so hard it hurt.
Emerging into the airport from the jetway, I spotted the chauffeur immediately. I introduced myself, showed my ID as instructed, and without a word he turned on his heel and led me to a LIMO.
My heart was pounding as we pulled off of the highway, and wound our way through an affluent neighborhood. What was I doing? NO ONE had any idea where I was. I knew I should turn back. But my cock had other ideas.
We pulled to a stop outside a large stucco home, and as ordered, I got out and walked through the gate on the right side of the house. In the back was a lovely landscaped pool facing French doors, and off to one side a plain steel door with a plain knob. I opened it and stepped through to find myself facing another plain door. I stepped through the second door into the room and it closed behind me.
The sight of the room hit me like a physical force. The walls were padded in black leather and at intervals manacles hung from the ceiling. The carpet was thick and black and covered in what looked like come stains --as well there was recessed reflected light from the ceiling and floor-it gave a pink and yellow glow to the room. It was dim, but I could see everything. Down one wall was a padded horse, cross, and gynecologists table. Down the other were shelves covered with dildos, whips, clamps, lubes.
But by far the worst of it was the bed. On the far end of the room it sat on an old iron frame, next to the door to a dilapidated bathroom. The sagging mattress was covered in stains of all descriptions. Like the room, it smelled of men. Of come, and sweat and piss and a hundred lubes used on a hundred men, all mixed with the smell of leather.
Suddenly a flatscreen TV over the shelving came to life. On it a man of 35 wearing nipple clams was crying hysterically while sucking the cock of a brute of a man in a leather mask, as the man tugged the chain connecting the clamps and swung a riding crop mercilessly on the mans ass.
I WAS GOING TO BE RAPED. Panic hit like a wave and I spun and ran for the door.
There was no knob.
Just a keypad, for which I did not have the code. I had not meant to agree to this-but I had signed the contract, had promised him total obedience as an S&M B&D sex slave. I had agreed, but not to this, not to that horrible mattress, not to this chamber of horrors. I realized I was shaking and sobbing. And the worst of it was that my cock was still hard.
On the filthy bed was a note on the pillow.
"Slave-
Strip naked and put all clothing in the foot locker under the bed. Then lock it with the padlock. Go to the bathroom and prepare yourself. Then and only then lift the pillow, and then put on the things you find under the pillow.
Q"
I cried for a while longer, as the porn on the tv got ever more horrible. Now a 30's blond man was hanging in manacles, a huge dildo jutting from his ass, and he too was crying. The man in the mask walked over carrying a birthday cake candle, and reaching between the mans legs, snuffed it out on his balls. The scream filled the room, and I cried harder. Was this to be me?
I fell onto the filthy mattress, it reeked of come and piss. There was nothing to do. He would not release me, I had agreed to serve totally, with no restrictions whatsoever. I got up and went to the bathroom and, sobbing, ran the bathwater to begin preparing myself. .
When I returned and lifted the pillow, I found a lube enema, a butt plug, a cock ring, but worst of all, nail polish, stockings, and panties. Some part of my mind knew I had to do a good job. That my only hope of surviving the next week was to comply, to be as good a slave as I could.
