Authors note: This is the first of a few planned chapters in this work of pure fiction. This story contains depictions of voyeurism and human slavery and is intended strictly for the erotic enjoyment of the reader. All Fictional Charters are adults over 18.
The Book that changed my life -- Chapter One.
I have always been an introvert. I was an only child and my parents died when I was young. Having no real next of kin, I had been bounced around many foster homes over the years and I never knew what real family love was like. I was always the victim of cruel jokes and bullying.
They'd call me a freak and make fun of my skinny physique and bright red hair. I had trouble making friends and always sat by myself at lunch in school. I never had a high school sweetheart or even a girlfriend for that matter.
As a young adult I worked a dead-end job processing hides for the local tannery. At first, my male co-workers made fun of me just like the others had in high school, so I always kept to myself and had little interaction with them.
My tasks required long hours of back breaking strenuous work. The heavy lifting required to tote the wet hides around had one benefit, I had bulked up nicely. Even though I was an outcast, none of the other male employees dared to pick on me anymore because they knew I could easily fight back.
So, needless to say, I had no social life what so ever. After spending many lonely nights alone in my apartment, I just had to get out. I didn't drink and hated crowds so bars were out of the question. I started spending a lot of my free time on the Internet or at the Library.
One day I saw an ad on the Library bulletin board about a book club that had been formed and they were looking for new members. I called the number listed and the women that answered told that they met every Wednesday in the Library classroom. The rule was that each member took turns selecting the book for that month. She gave me the title and author of the current book they were discussing.
It was a sappy romance novel that I didn't find all that interesting but I read it anyway. Once I attended the first meeting I knew why that specific book was selected, all the other members were women. There were about six of them.
They openly welcomed me though and I felt very comfortable with them. I was a man in a women's world and I seemed to like it.
Of the six, one of them really stuck out to me. Her name was Lisa and she was in her early fifties. I had trouble keeping my eyes off her. She was a classy dresser and definitely turned heads wherever she went.
She was about five foot eight and of average weight. By the way she handled herself, a person could easily tell she was a powerful women who always got what she wanted.
After attending meetings for about six months, I finally felt for the first time in my life that I fit in. Then came the month of October and it was Lisa's turn to select a book. She chose a book about Female domination. It was about a submissive man giving in to authoritative women.
I couldn't believe the reaction I had while reading it. It had stirred up a desire to be dominated by powerful women. I had no Idea that urge existed, it unlocked something hidden deep inside of me. I found my hands shaking with desire as I read and reread each chapter.
We had discussed the book for about four weeks and each time it was my turn to give input, I usually blushed and stuttered my words. The women seemed to really love watching me squirm when we discussed the scenes with sexual content. They also had to notice how I remained in my seat pretending to read while the others got up and enjoyed the after meeting snacks and light gossip.
On the last day of Lisa's book which contained a very sexual ending, I again was forced to sit and wait for my erection to subside. Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was Lisa and she came over and sat in the chair next to me. I started shaking because I often had dreams about her but I was always way too shy to even talk to her. I often fantasied about being with her, regardless of our age difference.
She started talking to me in a low voice only I could hear,
"Listen," she said,
"You're not fooling anyone with your long pauses before you join us for snacks. You are clearly turned on by this subject matter."
I tried to deny it, but she put her finger over my lips,
"Don't even try to rebuff it, we all know. Personally I have enjoyed watching you fidget and squirm around me. I had you pegged as a submissive from the first day I met you. Why do you think I selected that exact novel?"
I turned to her with a puzzled look on my face, she went on,
"From day one you had all the signs of a submissive, being an introvert, always putting the needs of females in the club before your own and you seem to relate more closely to women than men."
"You basically seemed to attend to their every whim. Getting coffee, buying books for them, giving them rides to and from meetings and the list goes on and on."
"The only thing I didn't know for sure were the size of your genitals. Your solid erections during our book discussions of the last month removed any doubt I had. You are nicely hung my friend, aren't you?"
I looked at her with the eyes of dejection, she could tell the desire I had for her.
"Ok, here's the deal, I belong to a local Femdom Club and we are having a costume party this Friday night. I need someone to attend as my male slave and do some role playing."
"Give me your address and be ready at six, I will bring your costume."
She made me feel as If I didn't have a choice so I choked out my answer in a frail voice,
"O-O-OK, I'll be ready."
My head was spinning, was this a dream? Was I really about to attend a party with the Goddess of my dreams? My mouth became dry and it became a challenge to swallow. What a turn on this will be, I sure hope I can control myself. It would be so embarrassing if I couldn't.
At six o'clock sharp Friday night the doorbell rang. When I opened the door I was awestruck. There was Lisa, in a blue leather corset, matching leather choker, leather thong, and laced up blue spiked leather high heeled boots. She stood there with her blond hair flowing over her shoulders. She looked at me with her indigo eyes.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
I was so mesmerized by her that all I could do was stammer,
"S-Sure, P-P-Please come in."
She entered the apartment and handed me a bag,
"This is your costume for tonight, go put it on!"
I went into the bedroom and opened the bag,
"You've got to be kidding," I shouted loud enough for Lisa to hear.
"It's not all that bad, put it on and let me see!"
I walked to a mirror and pulled my "Costume" out of the bag and held it up to my crotch. It was a blue latex thong that matched what Lisa was wearing, and nothing else.
"It's no worse than wearing a swimsuit, put it on already and come out here."
I had never heard Lisa speak in such a stern voice before, it was kind of sexy. I disrobed and started putting on the thong, the first thing I noticed were the snaps. There were four on each side. I slid it on and moved my junk into a thin pouch that was in the front.
I looked at myself in the mirror,
"My God!" I thought, this leaves nothing to the imagination, I was three quarters naked and the outline of my cock and balls could be seen through the flimsy material. My ass crack was empathized by the tight material.
"Come on already, let me see!"
I walked out and presented myself to her, she twirled her finger motioning for me to turn around. I did as she instructed. Lisa looked me over, then circled around me,
"Yes, I think you'll do nicely."
She slapped my ass in approval,
"Just one last thing, we both have to sign a confidentially agreement, it basically says that we are agreeing to not talk about any of the events of the evening. Being a fetish masquerade party, there are people that want to keep their identity and participation a secret."
"And I am one of them," I said while taking the papers from her.
