Archive-name: Slaves/slutmary.txt
Archive-author: Master Rueggan Desade
Archive-title: The Experience
It was dumb I thought to my self. No one ever answers those adds
in the swingers magazines let alone the ones asking for a "Female Sex
Slave"...but I placed the add anyway. That was a month ago. It read
like this:
WANTED: FEMALE FOR STRICT TRAINING AS A SEX SLAVE. MUST BE WILLING
TO FUFILL ALL ASPECTS OF A MALE DOMS WISHES; ORAL; ANAL AND LIKEWISE.
ONLY SINCERE NEED ANSWER.
Well, I could have done with out the last sentence because I have
gotten several answers to that add over the past month, and most have
not been the most intellectual women on the face of the planet. Some
were women looking for "something a little different" in there lives.
Some were dominant women trying to pass themselves off as subs just to
try to turn the tables on me in the middle of a session.And lets face
it, some were just plain mal-adjusted nymphos. But she was different.
She sat for the interview very confidant. She spoke good English,
and seemed quite intelligent. Not that a submissive has to be dumber
than a pull tab beer can, but lets face it again folks.... what I have
seen in the past weeks didn't even have a total IQ that came close.
There was no doubt that she was smart. She knew what she wanted, and I
think that was what I liked about her. One of the things
anyway.....and also because she was quite a sight. Not to tall, blonde
hair about shoulder length, green eyes. She wore a very business like
suit. Gray skirt with that sexy business like slit up the side and a
gray jacket that was very form fitting..."must have been taylord"... I
thought to myself. We sat and talked...or rather, I asked questions
and she answered them. I could not help notice the ring on her finger.
It was not a wedding ring because it was on the little finger. But it
was very unusual. The ring was a gold band of about 3/8 inch in
width. and it sat tightly between the first and second knuckle of her
little finger. 'Sat' was not the word for it....Fastened was really
the word. There were no visible seems in the ring but it sat just snug
enough that it could not be pulled off passed the first knuckle. It
was as if it was "made to fit" right on her finger....molded around it
almost... She must have noticed me looking at the ring allot, because
all the while during the interview she was only speaking when she had
to answer me, but she saw me looking at the ring and she opened those
red lips as if to speak, but cut herself off when she saw me look at
her to listen to what she would have said. She then asked me a strange
question. She asked me if she could have permission to speak on her
own. I had laid down no ground rules for the interview. She was free
to say whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
"Why do you ask for permission to speak?" I asked back
"well" she said..."you are a master, are you not?"
"yes" I said..."have you had prior slave training?"
"yes I have" she said in a very matter of fact type of tone. "that is
where I received the ring you keep looking at, and the rest of my
treasures."
"I noticed the ring"...I said..." but what do you mean by 'the rest of
your treasures'?"
She asked for permission to stand, and then rose. She placed her
purse on the ground and proceeded to turn around, face me and start to
undress. When her jacket was off I could clearly see the hard points
where her nipples are and thought to myself...."she wares no
bra...good". When she started to remove the white silk blouse I also
noticed something else about her breasts. The nipples, as hard as they
were, they were also pierced. Pierced not once but twice. Once, then
again 90 degrees off. The studs she kept in them looked like she had a
small cross on the end of her nipples. She started to give me a little
show by rubbing her chest with her hands and twisting those pierced
nipples till her eyes closed in some kind of submissive erotic thought
that only she knew and I hoped I would soon find out. She opened her
eyes and started to slowly slide one hand then the other down her
belly to remove her skirt. Watching all this was making my cock hard
as a rock, and was sure it was showing through my jeans...sure because
ever since she opened her eyes she was staring right at it. She turned
around to show me her bare ass as she pulled the last piece of her
business like manner from her body. I again saw the glint of gold that
could be only one thing....Pierced pussy lips... Soon she was standing
in front of me dressed only in her black stockings and high heels with
the garter belt holding up the best looking pair of silk legs I have
ever seen. The garter hugged her hips just right and the stockings
didn't cut into the tops of her legs like the elastic kind do. She had
class allright. Nothing but the best for this one I thought to
myself... She sat back with her bare ass on the stool. When she hit
the cold leather top she let out a sigh and got settled down. Once
seated, she placed her feet up on the rungs of the stool and parted he
legs for me to see. What a sight. There before my eyes was the
cleanest shaved pussy I have ever seen. But not only was it
clean....it was pierced. And not just pierced...but pierced 12
times....6 on each side. And to top it off there was a seamless gold
chain running criss-cross through the gold rings in her outer lips.
There she was with her pussy all trussed up like a thanksgiving day
turkey. The gold chain also held in place a small gold plate the
covered her clit tightly so she could not make any contact with it.
She could not get anything into her pussy very far, as she
demonstrated to me by placing a finger into her cunt. Because of the
chain her lips were so tight that she could only get her index finger
in up to her second knuckle before the rings looked painfully tight.
With a finger partway in her fuck hole, she was using the other hand
to twist those pierced nipples tightly. Each time she twisted she p4@0
would suck air in through her teeth. Like it hurt, but also like she
enjoyed...or needed it. I told her to stop because we had an interview
to finish. Reluctantly she pulled the finger from her crotch and
licked it off....running her tongue around her finger to get every
drop from her hand. Again she sat. quiet. submissive. I knew this was
the girl I was waiting for.
I asked her to tell me what events led to her being the way she
was. "what way?" she asked still licking the sticky cum from her long
fingers. "trussed" I said...
She began to tell me that her last master enjoyed her pussy so
much that he didn't want to share it with anyone else. Since her
slavly duties often included being with other men and woman her master
used what he new best... jewelry... to make sure that his slaves pussy
would stay his. when ever he wanted to fuck her he would cut the chain
and release her lips to accept his cock. After, he would then fix the
break in the chain and seal her back up until next time.... "How did
he fix the break in the chain?" I asked fervently, wondering how he
could have done such a perfect job that close to her pussy. "He would
weld it" She replied..."He would strap me down to a table that he
built for the occasion and place a shield under the chain so my pussy
would not get damaged...that is also why I am very clean
shaven....then he would use a small torch and weld the ends closed."
I then asked the question that I am sure is on all your minds.
"where is he now?"
"I am not sure" she stated "one day I just woke up and found
myself alone. chained to the head of our bed by my neck. I have never
scene him since. I got free by calling one of the women he usually let
me be with and she came and let me out."
"Why not just cut the chain and set your self free?"
"I am a submissive Sir desade, I promised myself that the only way
I would ever remove these chains is to find another master to replace
the one I lost."
This slave had Indeed impressed me. Here she had the chance to
free herself from the bonds that kept her just inches away from the
brink of her sexual release, and she chose to stay devoted to what she
believed in totally. She was indeed very strong willed and I was glad
that I did not have to do the preliminary work. She must have been a
very strong nut to crack in the beginning.
"I see." I stated...."do you think that I am that master?".. She
had started to play with her nipples again. all the while starring at
the crotch of my jeans.
"I see that you like the look of a hard cock. Do you like the taste
of it as well?".... I stood and pulled off the jeans letting my 8 inch p4@0
cock loose from the tight space. She was instantly down on her knees
in position one, with her legs wide apart and her ass touching the
floor between her feet. She had reached up and cupped my balls with
one hand and wrapped the other around the base of my shaft, stroking
it slowly..all the while staring at it wildly...purring her pleas for
me to let her suck my cock...
"Well if you are to be tested then you must preform under some of
the conditions that will be demanded of you." I walked over to the
table back near the chair where I was conducting the interview and
produced a roll of wide duct tape. Walking over to her and getting
behind her I took her arms and pulled them tightly back. "Any woman
can suck a cock good if she uses her hands...you will do it without
yours..just to prove to me that you are good..." Placing her wrists
together I started to wrap the tape around them tightly. I continued
to wrap slowly up the length of her arms until I got to the midpoint
between her shoulders and her elbows....I had her arms mummified in
stiff silver duct tape with her elbows just about 6 inches apart
behind her back....I usually like my slaves to ware a collar too but
didn't have one handy so I used the remainder of the duct tape to wrap
it around her neck, again making a wide stiff coating. It really did
the trick too.... Kept her head dead straight, and didn't let her
lower or raise her head an inch.... I looked back to admire my work
and then decided to get back to the interview.
"well slave" I growled..."are you ready to take your oral exam for
this very prestigious position?" I am sure she would have shaken just
her head, and that would have been proficient enough, but knowing that
her neck was held tight she simply bowed her head to the floor and
began to lick my feet. Her lips were working there way around my ankle
and she was leaving a trail of tinny submissed love bites everywhere
she licked. She then began her slow erotic, steady journey up my leg.
Slowly making sure that her tongue caught every inch on the front part
of my leg. She licked and licked until she was just at the top inner
part of my thigh. there, with her nose parked softly under my warm,
cum filled balls she lingered for a moment taking in a deep breath of
my sex. "Mmmmmmmmm"..she cood..."I love the smell of a mans balls...so
warm and musky..."...she nestled right where she was for a
moment....and I really didn't mind... she was good and I already new
it...she was the most erotic slave I have ever met. She really cared
about the sensuality of the act she was performing, not just the
completion of it to please her master at the moment. After rubbing her
face on the under side of my balls and purring like a cat rubbing
around your leg at dinner time she began her oral work. She slowly
parted her rubyred lips and began to suck each one of my balls into
her mouth. One at a time, running her tongue around each one. Then she
took both of them in. Her head was straining to get under me to
completely take my balls into her mouth so I obliged her position by
raising my one leg up and resting it on the stool she used for the
interview. She moaned in acceptance and took my balls fully into her
mouth. She was remarkable. she had me ready to cum and she had not
even set lips to my dick yet. It was then that I felt her tongue slip p4@0
out from between my balls and her lower lip and glaze my asshole. She
then let my balls hang free and started to go to work on my dick. She
simply opened her mouth and looked at me with those eyes that you
could just look into forever. She wanted me to feed her my dick. There
she was, kneeling with her arms pulled back making her breast with
those pierced nipples jut out and her head held straight by her
collar. She was looking up at me with little girl eyes and she had her
tongue out to except my dick. I took hold of my member and pushed it
into her mouth. That was all it took...She immediately closed her lips
around it and began to suck. Her tongue was running right under the
head of my dick, right where it is most sensitive and she new it. Her
lips had a grip on me that I don't think I could break even if I had
wanted to and she was hungrily sucking and makes soft cooing noises as
she did so... I took my hands and wrapped them into the hair on the
sides of her head to get a good grip. Her hair seemed to like being
held for this kind of use and it was soft and silky. A pleasure to
hold between my fingers. I began to push my cock deeper with each
stroke and she didn't seem to mind in the least. In fact the deeper I
pushed, the harder she sucked. her eyes were closed and her chin was
stretched to the limits while she was trying to please me as best she
could...and was she doing a bang up job....she must have felt the
muscles in my cock start to tighten because she slowed the pace and
began to suck harder than ever.... on the down stoke her tongue would
leave her mouth and lick the underside of my balls. I was getting
week-kneed and felt my cum start to slide up my dick quickly. She was
now moving her head in circles with my cock in her mouth, her lips
only going half way down my dick. She was definitely good and I knew
that she was only halfway down so that she could taste the salty cum
as it shot into her mouth. And shoot it did...Several large streams of
cum exploded from the end of my tool and filled her mouth. She
swallowed and was ready for another shot, which came soon after the
first two. She sucked and sucked until there was no more cum dripping
from my penis. She pulled off of my cock and extended her tongue to
her chin to catch a small dribble of juice that she had apparently
lost. Her eyes closed as she did so as if she was expecting a
punishment for loosing some. Seemingly as a gesture of devotion once
my dick was limp she again opened her mouth and took both my balls and
my limp cock into her mouth. Her tongue was working around them
cleaning the rest of the loose fuck juice that had escaped. All the
while moaning and swallowing. Once she was done she once again nestled
her head with her nose under my balls and was rubbing her head on my
leg...purring slightly. She loved to suck dick and I was more than
happy to oblige her. She Looked at me like she wanted to ask me a
question. I granted her permission, telling her that the only time I
wished her not to speak was when I set that as a rule. She agreed,
said a meek "yes master desade"...and then asked..."did that earn me a
good grade master?..."still licking her lips...
"yes it did slave.....indeed it did..."
"i think the interview is over now....there is no doubt of your
devotion to me and your obvious need to belong to someone... What is
your name slut?" I asked looking for her reaction to my new found p4@0
nick-name for her... coyly she looked up at me as best she could with
the collar on her and said simply....
"mary sir, SLUT mary." with that she bowed her head and was quiet.
I told her that she would be staying with me now and to run home and
start to pack her things. She asked me if I could grant her slut body
one favor for the moment, and I asked what it was...She asked" since
it is late master, and since I am very tired could I possibly spend
the night here, next to you, in your bed, for the first and the last
time until I take my lowly place at the foot of your bed
master?"....well I thought nothing wrong in that so I said yes to her
and began to remove the tape from around her neck....she let out a
sigh , as if something was wrong...."what is the matter slut?"
"well sir desade....sir, I was hoping to spend the night next to
you while tied in this manner sir. Kind of to make me remember this
night for the remainder of my services here?".....it was
unusual....but I said yes to it because I really admired her for her
devotion to the submissive lifestyle and knew that she really had her
heart set on it. I told her to stand and reached out to grab her left
nipple and use it to lead her up the stairs to my room...she closed
her eyes again in erotic pain and started to walk the stairs to her
destiny....with me....for as long as I wanted her.... I knew that I
would soon be removing her gold chains.... but I would see how far she
could go before she needed it...planning on using it to extract some
promises from her.
We reached my bedroom, I was tired and my new found slave girl was
starting to get hot again from me leading her around by her nipples,
so I let go and told her we should get some sleep, it was going to be
a long next few days. We both had things to get ready and we were
definitely bushed. I led her to the edge of the bed and helped her to
get onto the mattress. Once on the bed she assumed a position that is
very common for well trained slaves that are allowed in their masters
or mistresses beds. Since her arms were tightly behind her back she
laid on her stomach, her head turned away from my side of the bed and
her legs slightly spread, as to allow me easy access if I felt the
need during the night. She pulled her right knee up to her stomach and
it gave me a perfect rear view of her strapped up pussy.... I would
have fun with her another time...for now just looking at her was
enough... her hair was laid out almost perfect over her back and she
was already fast asleep. A small trickle of love was running from her
laced hole and she was seemingly very excited. I got into bed along
side her and fell asleep.
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