I walked up the hotel corridor, it wasn't terribly elaborate. A budget hotel. White walls, plasticky wood, sterile, blue carpet. I was trembling, was this right? This wasn't me. I hated myself in that moment. I hated how much I wanted it. It was all so undignified, I was degrading myself. A regular slut.
It was a long walk but longer than it seemed. One day over eighteen and this was what I wanted. Some pervy man to take advantage of me, worse one of my teachers. When I messaged a few weeks prior, I had no idea that a jokey message sent on a seedy website would ever result in something so huge. This was wrong. I knew it was but yet a certain excitement within me pushed me to fulfill my innermost animalistic desires.
I knocked on the door. There was a standstill in space and time. At last. The door slowly opened. I couldn't believe. I had to catch my breath. My classmate- Dom greeted me a sexy slave costume. He was wearing braces and leather, assless pants with his hard dick poking up through a fishnet slot in the crotch. I gave him a horrified look and I felt sick. He silently beckoned me in through the door. For some wild, ill considered I followed him.
A bed was the first thing in sight as Dom pushed me along with a tassled whip. On it was a note. It read: "Otis, thank you for fulfilling your obligation to meet with me. As you can see you are not my only subject, an even sluttier classmate of yours who you will now know as Dixie is also at my mercy. Please now cooperate with all that Dixie has been instructed to do to and with you, I am filming all of this with the webcam on the end of the bed and so will know if you disobey. I will join you shortly. Later sluts, Mr. Broe and Mr. Stone."
The plot thickened. Mr. Broe was in on this too! Before I could contemplate anything, Dom or Dixie had grabbed my arms and was cuffing me behind my back. He then rid me of my shirt. Ripping the fabric at the back ruthlessly. He peeled the blue shirt from my thin body, his fingernails teasing my back with a sweet sensation of a niggling pain as he did so. He then proceeded to force me down on the bed. Still silent.
Dom was a hot guy. Same age as me. Below average height. Fair hair. Blue eyes, a smouldering smile, handsome as fuck. He was quite broad bit not entirely muscular, just fullbodied and beautiful. As he roughly laid me down, I couldn't help but admire his physique, those ruby red nipples, I would have given anything for them to be mine in that moment.
I then gazed further below to the tight, fishnet crotch of his sexy slave costume, I drooled at the sight of his hard, thick cock eyeing itself up at me. A bulbous head, a thick shaft, sparsely freckled and utterly decadent.
Before I knew it, he had placed a collar around my neck. Five silver chains led from the leather strap, two to my cuffed hands, two to my ankles and one to a leash which was left on the bed, presumably for the use of my masters. Dixie then cut my trousers away from me, the stiff fabric shredding as he unclothed me.
He tossed the chino pants onto the floor and gave me a devilish look. Lit candelabra mimicked a sultry atmosphere. He then arched himself over me, his tongue gently enticing a snails trail from my nether regions, slowly tracing himself up through my pale, clean body. We then came face to face. The sheer erotic intensity was too much to handle, any sense of regret, any inhibition of what I was doing had now escaped me and all remained was lust. Lust. Pure, primal, wild lust. Lust for the beautiful male body which presented itself to me. Lust for my vulnerability and slutiness in that moment. All my sexual desire were set alight. It was bliss.
As his beautiful eyes interrogated mine, I felt a jerk. His hands had found my raging manhood. He massaged the bulge as if I was in a dream. He then worked his way back down my body and tugged at my CK briefs. He set my glistening loverod free at last. With his pinky finger he tickled the tip, making me moan- "Awwwwwrghhhhhh!"
With my disobedience came a swift smack on my dick, thankfully I knew better than to scream. Dom then stared at my skinny 8 inches of meat bemusedly. He then stood and walked to the dingy dresser table from which he retrieved a frilly black and white gingham skirt and bra. I went blush red. Dom was the slaveboy and it looks like I was the tranny maid. Dom whooped me with his tassled whip for no apparent reason as he approached me, me doing nothing more than I could, which was wince.
