Notted Rope - Male Slavery

In the hallway of her impressive residence, outside the town, the agency offering stood still as a rock as the black full-length cloak was removed.

The agency has been spot on. He would be perfect, assuming some training, of course. The lady of the house, owner and CEO of two successful online companies, Ana stood admiring the nude body of the 32-year-old man before her. His smooth but taut muscular body had been cleverly oiled to give his olive skin, a perfect sheen. His tall frame with angular features and full lips was just her type. His eyes were cast down.

"Turn around." Ana smiled as he moved in response. She looked at his firm bottom and excellent legs. She would enjoy this treat, for that's what he was, a treat.

"And again." She always liked making her 'service' perform for her. Her eyes absorbed his physique, lingering over his flaccid cock. It was a good size; she didn't go for the huge cocks that the agency offered, but it would be quite satisfactory.

"Name?" Ana asked lightly.

"Jon 3, my Lady." His tone respectful but clear.

Ana liked his rank, 3 denoted his standing with the agency. Experience, skill and possessing a rare stamina for his duties.

Ana enjoyed the formality. "While here, you will address me as Mistress. Here, you will conduct yourself properly at all times. You will be my body servant."

"Yes Mistress." Jon 3 responded.

She waved his response away. "You will retire to your quarters. I will call on you at 3 o'clock this afternoon."

Another servant, dressed in all in grey, came in and took Jon 3 away.

Ana

Ana's mind was certainly stirred by the arrival of Jon 3. She had deliberately delayed the enjoyment of him, it built up her arousal. She busied herself with the correspondence of her offices. Her morning was full but expertly dispatched. During an unusually longer coffee break, she thought back to the world after Covid and the subsequent pandemics that followed. The world had struggled and had finally come through it, but it had changed. The world had to adapt to new realities.

Now servitude or indentured service was now commonplace and state-sponsored, and Ana enjoyed the benefits of the finest quality examples. They were expensive but she had the wealth to indulge herself. She worked diligently to complete outstanding tasks and relayed any business decisions and ensured all was finished by lunchtime.

Ana, unwilling to spend another moment in her offices situated in the west wing of her home then made her way to her apartments. She resolved to have a long luxurious bath and relax before her appointment with her acquisition.

By 2.55, Ana, dressed in a short towelling robe, surveyed her bedroom and was satisfied with the arrangements. To one side, her bed was immaculate, piled with pillows and cushions. To the other side, a massage table with stand filled with oils and perfumes. As 3.00, a knock at the door heralded the arrival of her maid and Jon.

"Come!" Ana called out. The bedroom door opened and the Maid showed Jon in. He walked up to Ana and assumed the service-position. The Maid left immediately.

Jon knelt at her feet, with his hands interlaced on top of his head. He was, of course, still naked. It was his proper state within the house until his Mistress decided on keeping him on as her body-servant. Jon expected no less.

Something deep inside Ana stirred. She wanted to test this 3 grading properly.

"I am given to understand that you are trained as a masseuse?" Ana turned and walked up to him. Jon looked up.

"I am Mistress. Deep tissue and Nuru massage." Jon said, matter-of-factly.

Jon looked down at the rose plush carpet again.

"Excellent." Ana dropped her robe to the floor and walked over to the white padded massage table.

Jon relaxed from his 'service' position and stood up and followed Ana to the table.

Ana had a slim and taut body. Her breasts were a pert pair of 34C's and her bottom was sculpted from exercise and swimming. She enjoyed the amenities of the private health and leisure centre in the town, but she had a exercise suite at the rear of her house, along with a pool. She worked hard and had resolved to reap the rewards. Jon could well be a reward if he was worthy of an Agency 3 rating.

Ana padded over and swiftly mounted the table, lying face down. She didn't ask for towels to cover her firm buttocks. Why would she?

Jon surveyed her taut and shapely body and selected a carrier oil and poured a generous amount into a porcelain bowl.

"Mistress, what perfumes would you enjoy.?" Jon was quiet and respectful, addressing Ana as she instructed.

"Lavender with citrus." Ana replied.

"As you wish, Mistress." Jon ladled oil from two different containers, and then mixed them gently with his hand." May I begin?"

"Yes." Ana was pleased. Jon had the appropriate level of propriety.

Jon poured the oil onto Ana's back and then began to spread the oil over Ana's shoulders and back. Jon used his practised hands over her back, seeking out knots and strains within her muscles and tendons. He immediately detected stresses in her lower back. Jon drew down the oil mix to focus on that region.

Ana started to moan softly. Jon smiled to himself. "Would Mistress desire me to use greater resistance?"

"You may." Ana breathed.

Jon worked her lower back, receiving grateful murmurs and moans. He continued up to her shoulders.

"My legs and buttocks please." Ana murmured softly.

Jon applied oil to her legs and firmly worked the muscle and used his thumbs to loosen her calves. Her fashionable high heels strained her calves. He recognised the symptoms on other Mistresses he had served in the last three years of his indenture.

"If I may?" Jon asked for Ana's permission. She gave it with a heavy, relaxed breath.

Jon recognised that his Mistress was trying him. He had practised and trained his body to deny any arousal, unless directed or given permission. Her buttocks were firm and inviting. He kneaded her muscles and flesh, being careful not to pull your gluteal fold apart, lest she thought he was viewing her anus or pussy.

"I wish to turn over." Ana announced, dreamily. She was enjoying herself. Jon stepped back and Ana offered him her hand to Jon to aid her turning over. His hand was firm and supportive. Ana lay on her back. Her breasts slipped only marginally to one side of her rib cage, her nipples were erect. Her stomach was flat and toned and her crotch was shaved bare.

"You may continue." Jon poured more oil onto her chest and gently spread the oil over Ana's belly and worked it into her body. He used two hands to smoothly spread the oil over her breast, using his hands to press your flesh to smooth her skin. By the time, he had worked the oil to her pubis, Ana opened her legs to allow him access to her inner thighs. Jon stopped, however.

"May I continue?" Jon again asked for permission to touch her private parts.

"Hmmm." Ana breathed. He has stirred her arousal and she had already decided to have this Level 3 go further to determine if he was worth her time and attention.

Jon cleared his mind. This was going to be the hardest part of the massage. He willed his mind blank and began to work the oil into her inner thighs.

It was impossible not to graze his Mistress's outer labia.

And she knew it.

"Massage my labia, and bring me to orgasm, slowly." With that, Ana opened her legs even more and with her right hand stroked Jon's penis.

Jon used his oiled, slippery hands to massage her outer labia and over her pubis, pushing down firmly on the wings of her clitoris beneath the fleshy pubis. His fingers rubbed up and down her outer lips, with deliberate pressure to encourage her to open.

Ana moaned loudly and continued to play with the still flaccid cock. She massaged his shaft and detected the beginning of his arousal.

"Do not rush. Take it slowly." Ana muttered.

"Of course, Mistress." Jon was even and measured with his hands pressure. He could feel her hips move and tense and matched her arousal, his fingers brushed lightly across the hood of her clitoris and immediately felt her pussy clench. Jon had to wait until she was ready to allow him to continue.

"Yessss..." Ana hissed.

Jon drew his hand up and slipped one finger inside her pussy and brushed the now exposed clitoris. Despite her hips jerking and bucking, Jon laid a controlling hand on Ana's flat belly and pubis.

"Hmm" Ana had given his fingers permission to secure her further. She was really feeling the build of her orgasm and was now beyond wanting to stop. She wanted the intoxicating sensation of her climax. Somewhere in the back of Ana's mind, she agreed with his Agency rating of 3.

Jon slipped a well-oiled finger to Ana's swollen clitoris and rubbed it insistently. Ana shuddered and jerked; her growing climax swept over her. Jon drew his middle finger and slowly worked her vaginal opening. she was very wet and her own fragrant juices seeped out. He made small beckoning finger movements as he slid his finger to expertly locate Ana's g-spot. Within a minute, his finger had driven Ana's arousal to eruption point. All this time, Ana had not relinquished her firm stroking of Jon's now erect cock.

" Oh fuck!" Ana released a breathless cry of unstoppable tension and with a series of wet clenching of vaginal muscles and orgasm after orgasm. She ejaculated over Jon's fingers and fountained a spray of her ejaculate down her legs and massage bed. Ana let go if the cock and put her hands to her pussy and felt her own sex shudder and spasm Jon withdrew his fingers and waited for his mistress's body to recover. His cock, now straining for release.

He waited.

Ana sat up on the bed and looked at her servant and he helped her slide off the bed. Ana stood up straight.

"Thank-you Jon. You may inform the agency that I will be retaining you. Have your summons-band fitted by the morning, I may call on you." Ana made her way to her bed.

She turned.

"You may not relieve yourself. Allow your body to retain your ardour."

Jon bowed and left the room.

Ana smiled as she rolled herself into bed. He pussy still aching and wet. She would indeed call on Jon.

Jon

Jon closed the bedroom door silently and made his way down the stairs and out though the kitchen. The Mistress had converted an annex room above her triple garage. He made his way upstairs to his single room. All that way, naked and unabashed. His cock was less violent but still ached for release. He climbed into the single shower and set it to cold to dampen his ardour. As soon as he was dried off, he urinated and cleaned himself carefully. Applied a non- scented deodorant, tidied up his hair and returned to the kitchen and, using a wall mounted hard line, made one brief telephone call to The Agency.

"I am to be retained. The Mistress asks for a summoning-band to be brought and calibrated for her use. By early evening, if possible." Jon's fervent hope was that his Mistress's nap would last long enough for the Agency to messenger over the band.

It did.

Jon mused that The Agency would want to keep his Mistress happy and had pulled out all the stops to have the band ready. Jon took the black digital band that would chime upon being summoned. It would respond to his Mistresses call from any of her communication devices, be it phone or Wi-Fi device. She would also have her own encrypted band if she chose to wear it.

Along with the band, came a set of written instructions. Jon read it carefully. He was to make his Mistress aware of his allowance to drive her car if she so desired. Also, that with no further payment, he would also provide personal protection if his Mistress so wished.

Jon returned to the main house, climbed the stairs and stood outside his Mistresses bedroom and awaited his call.

He waited for an hour, until his band chimed and he knocked and awaited entry to the bedroom.

"Come." His mistress called out. Jon entered and walked over to her bed and assumed the presentation pose. His mistress was sitting up in bed, wearing a silk robe and tapping on her phone.

"Your agency has beamed me your qualifications. I will consider the driving. I like to drive myself most of the time. Personal protection? Well, I doubt that will be needed but if I am in any danger, you would put yourself between myself and danger."

"Yes Mistress." Jon answered.

"Now, stand up and tell me about Jon Wilder." She put her phone down and watched his taut lean body stand. His cock now flaccid but still shook invitingly as he moved.

"I was an academic and a part-time police officer or PCSO. I got into debt because the treatment for my late wife's chronic Covid-related illness depleted my resources. " Jon's tone was unemotional and clear.

"I see. I am sorry." Ana replied flatly. Ana had to admit, his story was not unusual. Post-Covid illnesses has been a huge draw on the world's resources.

"I am to inform you that my call-band is encrypted for your use alone." Jon informed her.

"Yes. I shouldn't be needing you until tonight. Please be in the lounge at 7.00 pm. I have certain standards about indenture so you will be permitted to wear the household grey polo shirt, grey pants, and slippers, as you will sleep in your quarters. However, you will undress upon instruction, obviously. Please be dressed by this evening."

"Yes Mistress." Jon replied.

"If I do decide to have you drive me, a black suit will made available to you." Ana added.

"Yes Mistress." Jon replied once again.

The First Night.

Jon waited in the lounge, dressed as requested. The room was elegant and lit from the gas-fed fire and two side lamps. Ana wandered into the room. Before he could move, to assume the correct position, Ana waved her hand. She wore a short robe and was bare foot. Her breasts were pert and her nipples prominent through the fabric.

"No, I don't want that position. You may simply stand respectfully, with your eye down as I enter. That's what I prefer."

"Thank you, Mistress." Jonathan was quite taken aback. All his other mistresses enjoyed him, naked and kneeling. He was used to the different approaches, that his mistresses had. One of his mistresses liked to drag her nails over his skin, as a prelude to fucking him. One other mistress would push her pussy into his face and make him lick her to orgasm. He had accepted his 'indenture' as he had at least 4 more years. He would ideally want a single mistress. He was rated as high as any agency would give a serviceman. He had made himself, what was needed and more. Jon focussed his attention on his new mistress.

"Undress." Ana asked nonchalantly.

Jon immediately undressed, folding the clothes and placing the clothes, out of sight behind an easy chair. He stood, his torso was lean from press-ups and sit up's done on the floor of his small bedroom. He had pumped up his muscles and applied a thin sheen of oil to catch any light on his body.

Ana slipped off her robe, leaving where it fell and walked over to the large, cushioned adorned sofa and sat down. She opened her legs and brushed her hand over her sex. She beckoned Jon over and he knelt in front of her. She tossed a gold condom packet to the cushion next to her.

Jon knelt and could smell her warm, musky fragrance. he leaned forward and used his tongue with long, slowly licks up and down her slit.

"Hmmm...more "Ana whispered as she spread her legs. "Fuck me with your mouth."

Jon used her license to use his tongue to open up her wet folds and start to nibble and suck on her labia. He shuffled closer and used his tongue to swirl around her vaginal opening. His nose nudged against her clit and he found her swollen nub and sucked at it.

"Uhhhh." His Mistress grabbed his head and tried to pull his mouth further inside herself. "Fuck me now."

Jon used his fingers to gently prise open her pussy and slide his middle finger, very slowly into her wet hole. She bucked and jerked and slid down to get his finger further inside. One finger became two, as she relaxed and opened like flower for him. He was careful, he sucked on her clit. As she cried out, anticipating her climax, Jon gently bit on her clitoris and she came and ejaculated into his mouth, as he dutifully swallowed.

"Aarg..fuck..fuccck." Ana lost her composure as she gave in to her spasms and convulsions.

Jon didn't stop this time, his cock was hard, and he stood, He tore the gold packet with his teeth and opened the condom and rolled it on his penis. He then lay on the carpet and waited for her to mount him.

Ana looked over, stood up over to expose her bottom and her pussy, dripping and glistening with her cum and allowed it to dribble onto his face.

Ana, with another word, straddled his cock and slowly slipped down, impaling herself on his thick shaft. She stroked him with er internal muscles as eh became accustomed to his size. Unusually, she balanced on her feet and rocked forward and brought herself up and down and his cock, savouring the stretching of her sex. Jon supported her weight, with cupped hands around her firm, curved buttocks. Ana reached and cupped his face and then slapped him hard across his right cheek.

"When I'm near, choke me but leave no mark." Ana dropped down on his shaft to drive him deep. Jon stifled a moan. She was tight and had buried him, balls deep. He breathed out and focussed himself on pleasing his mistress. He was for her pleasure. Not his.

Ana shifted position to let her knees hold her up and Jon was allowed to thrust into her. She moaned and settled into a sympathetic rhythm with his cock movements. Jon held her gently on her hips and kept a strong but even pace. Ana started to massage her own tits with her hands and arched her back. His pace was just right but Jon had to consider his next move, carefully.

His let right his hand brush up her belly and cupped her unattended right breast and stilled to brush his thumb over he nipple, he felt the stiffness of her nub grow and his mistress had not complained. She was now more focussed on his cock and its motion inside her cunt. Jon could feel her wetness and was aware of how he started to slip when he withdrew. He could hear the wet slapping and warmth that grew between them.

Ana, her eyes closed. Was rocking firmly onto him and she could feel the ache inside becoming a yearning and tightening. She was warm and liquid. She had climbed in her arousal levels.

"Fuck me." Ana called out, intoxicated with her own lust and the dominance she had over this man. But now she craved something forbidden.

Jon, then, releasing his hold on her nipple, seized his mistress by the throat.

"Harder you cunt!" Ana shouted out. Jon squeezed firmly with his palm and locked his fore knuckle into a vice. The effect was immediate and powerful. With Jon's palm cupping her larynx, his mistresses breathing was now much restricted, she could only draw short breaths. Her heart rate skyrocketed. She panted as her airway was closed and then released in a rhythm that matched his fucking.

"Make...it...last." Ana struggled.

Jon was now in a dilemma; he had no idea that erotic asphyxiation was what his mistress wanted. This was Dom territory and not often requested by other mistresses. He fully expected a beating or some form of sadistic act on him, but this spelled trouble. If he played his hand too far or not enough- this mistress would have him out before the night was over.

"More...! "Ana insisted.

Jon placed his thumb on his mistress's carotid artery and pressed it, just hard enough to make his choke hold bite. He, then raised his hips ans began to thrust up hard into his Mistress. Her body, now shaking and shivering with a new onslaught of sensation. The new pace made her body tense, and she looked down at Jon chest and with her nails begun to scratch into him.