A Taste of Slavery Ch. 03

As Scott recounted his story, his cock was getting hard again, much quicker than usual. Apparently, he'd been aroused by what he'd done and it was coming back to him. He was hard enough to mount again, so I climbed on board.

"Were they screaming in agony as they were whipped," I asked, firmly seated, starting to ride him.

"No, neither of them screamed. I already said Slut climaxed from the whipping itself. No other external stimulation but the whip. She orgasmed as Mistress Dark swatted her clit area. Because I was a newbie, Mistress Dark had me put a dildo vibrator in Rose's pussy before I began. She was cumming even before I started. After I did her back, Mistress Dark had me start on her front, first her tight belly, then her perfect breasts, then her sex. She must have climaxed three or four times as I whipped her. I attribute it mostly to the vibrator, but I was happy to see I didn't prevent her from having them."

My pussy was clenching. I imagined it was me being whipped. I couldn't imagine cumming while being lashed, but Scott wouldn't lie to me. I was going to cum again.

"When I was done, Rose thanked me for whipping her. 'Thank you, Master', is what she said. I asked her if she'd enjoyed herself and she told me she had. My cock was so hard, Mistress Dark again offered me the opportunity to get off, saying I could fuck Rose if I wanted. I refused again. Mistress Dark offered to come here after your slavery started to ensure I whipped you right."

Oh, fuck, I started cumming again, spasming over his cock. Why did this talk of being bound and whipped so arouse me. Scott helped me along by pumping up into me as I shivered through it. It was so powerful, one of the best orgasms I ever had. I was whimpering, riding it out, totally blasted.

Scott continued, "After discussing a few more things having to do with your possible slavery, she took an eight inch dildo and fed it to Rose, showing me how you could be trained to take all of my cock in your throat. You should have seen it Julia. I could see the end of the dildo making her throat bulge slightly at the top as she took it all. That's the other thing Mistress Dark promised to teach you if she came her for the beginning of your slavery. How to take all of my cock in this pretty little throat of yours." He softly stroked the front of my throat, then my cheek and I was again on the edge, imagining it. "Mistress Dark took the dildo Rose sucked and fucked her with it until she climaxed again."

There it was, I spun out of control once more, panting like a bitch in heat as Scott really started to lay the lumber. He climaxed soon after I did, coating my insides with more creamy cum. I lay down on his chest as we finished our pulsing release. Ever since Scott suggested this three week slavery, I was having the best sex of my life and couldn't get enough.

"What are you thinking?" Scott whispered, stroking my bottom as I lay plastered to him by sweat and cum.

"I'm thinking I'm scared," I said.

"Are you scared because I might hurt you?" He asked. "It's why I went to see Mistress Dark; so I wouldn't accidentally hurt you."

"That's not why I'm scared," I said. "I'm scared I might like it too much."

Scott kissed my cheek, then captured my mouth and he took control of it, his tongue invading and laying claim to me.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked, leaving me breathless.

"I don't know. I'm still thinking."

He turned out the light and I went to sleep in his arms, still resting on his chest.

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I invited Lisa the next day for lunch and told her what happened last night; the many powerful orgasms, my inability to think about anything else, the need to cum all the time.

"It sounds as if you're really considering doing this," Lisa said.

"I think I am. Ever since I started thinking about doing it, the sex has been incredible. I want sex all the time. We're making out like newlyweds again. I can't get enough. Every time Scott mentions something about it, my pussy gets wet. My biggest fear is I'll like it too much and not want to stop."

"Hey, if that was my only problem, I'd go ahead and do it too. Liking something too much to stop sounds like a great problem to have. My problem is getting enough. If it works for you, maybe I'll sign up too."

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Four days later, on a Tuesday morning, at 10:05 AM, I looked at myself naked in the mirror. I inspected my high pert tits, my slim waist, the toned planes of my belly flowing to the plump pussy between my legs, my trimmed pubic hair a darker blonde than my head. I'm going to do this, I thought. I'm going to turn myself into a sex slave. I will no longer be in control of my body. Scott will own me. He'll strip me and display me naked, take any part of me he wants, punish me if I'm not the perfect slut. Anything I've read about in one of my books, could happen to me.

My pussy grew damp thinking about it, and I knew I was doing the right thing. I ran a finger through my moistened slit, then tasted myself. I wanted to do something for him. More than just putting on the collar before he came home and discovered he owned me. I called Lisa.

"Can you come over at 5:00 this afternoon before Scott gets home?"

"Of course. You decided to do it, didn't you?"

"I did."

"What do you need me to do?" Lisa asked.

"I'm making a present of myself to Scott. I want you to come over and tie my hands together behind my back. I'll be naked, kneeling, waiting for him."

"Does your slavery start tonight?" She asked.

"No. He wants to take some time off so we can explore my slavery together. He'll need to make some arrangements to ensure all of his projects are being handled in order to take off. He said it would start on Friday, the week before his vacation."

"Do you think he'll be able to arrange it by this Friday?"

"I hope so. I'm so nervous. The longer I have to wait, the more nervous I'll get. I'd like to start as soon as I can."

"I'm going to come at 4:30. I've got some make up ideas I'd like to try on you to doll you up a little."

"Okay. Thank you."

Next, I wondered if I should get a wax, go completely bald on my pussy. I had time to get one, but if I was going to be Scott's property, perhaps I should ask my owner what he'd prefer. On the other hand, I didn't want to tip my hand, so I couldn't really ask. I finally decided to shave my pubes. If I shaved, my pelt would grow back sooner in case he preferred hair.

I sat on the edge of the tub with scissors, a razor with a brand new blade, and a can of shaving cream. I trimmed everything I could to start with the scissors, getting it as short as I could, then swept it up. Putting my feet in the tub, I spread my legs as far as I could and applied shaving foam to my crotch. Carefully, I scraped with the razor, bringing it down to the skin line, pulling my folds from one side to the other so as not to cut myself, constantly rinsing the blade in the spigot. When I finished, it still felt as though there was some stubble, so I re-soaped and re-shaved, trying to smooth it more. I checked myself with a mirror. Pretty clean, except for a few wispy hairs around my anus. They had to go too, so more soap, more razor, scraping carefully over the crinkled skin. Finally satisfied with the results I could see in the magnifying mirror, I took a shower, shaving my armpits as well. I got the best skin lotion I had and smoothed it over the shaved area.

When I finished, I ran my fingers over my newly bald pussy. Pretty soft and smooth, I thought. Shaving my genitals had aroused me and I considered masturbating again. I was doing it on a daily basis anymore. No, if I was going to present myself to my new owner, I would no longer have control over my orgasms. I might as well get used to denial now. In any event, I fully expected Scott to fuck me when he got home and found me waiting for him. Perhaps, he'd fuck me every single day, or I might be quite frustrated before my slavery began.

I ate a light lunch, too nervous to eat heavily. I made a chef's salad to eat tonight so I needn't bother to cook later in the event Scott chose to ravish me, hopefully for hours. I found the collar he'd left for me to don if I chose slavery. The wrist cuffs were in the same bag, so Lisa wouldn't need anything special to secure me. The cuffs could be fastened together with snap links. I'd only go with the wrists, leaving the ankles as I couldn't start my slavery tonight anyway.

I wondered if I should check the boxes he'd brought from Mistress Dark's. No, they were my owners, not mine. He would share them with me when he was ready. Still, I wondered what he bought for me. Were there ropes, paddles, dildos, butt plugs, whips? I shuddered and thought again of masturbating, aroused once more. Stop it, Julia, you horny slut, get a hold of yourself. I still had time before Lisa came over and I thought of reading one of my books, then laughed, realizing I was crazy to throw more thoughts of sex slavery into my head to confuse and befuddle me. So I played games on my phone, hoping 'Angry Birds' would soon turn to 'Love Birds'.

At 4:15, I removed my clothes and put on a robe, waiting for Lisa to arrive. She was prompt and carrying a make up kit when I opened the door to let her in. Lisa sat me down at the kitchen table and rapidly applied green eyeshadow, to highlight my green eyes, shading to bronze near my brow. She darkened my eyebrows, lined my eyes, adding an almost oriental slant. Mascara followed and bright red lipstick.

"I don't know what it is," Lisa said, putting it on, "but men love to have shiny red lips wrapped around their dicks. I swear it must be subliminal."

I giggled and she said, "don't move, especially your mouth." I held still.

She added a bit of blush to my cheeks, smoothing it with her finger.

"Now for the pièce de résistance, bare your breasts, dear."

Shrugging the robe off my shoulders, I waited to see what she was going to do. She took a dark reddish brown lipstick and applied it to my nipples and areolae, darkening them.

"Flavored lipstick," she informed me. "You're excited, aren't you?"

"How can you tell?"

"Your nips are like pebbles," she said, smoothing the color with a finger. "They look like they could pop any minute."

"Feel like it too."

She finished up. "Stand up. Lose the robe, let's have a look at you."

I stood, dropping the robe to the floor.

"Ooh; removed the rug, nice touch, girlfriend. Have you ever been bald for Scott before?"

"No. I hope he likes it. I shaved instead of waxed in case he doesn't."

"If you're going to go without fur, I'd like to apply a little of this to the lady bits as well," she said, holding up the lipstick she'd colored my breasts with. "Make it match. Do you mind?" Lisa gestured to my pussy.

"I can't see it enough to do it. Go ahead."

Lisa knelt down in front of me.

"Good God, you're practically dripping down here. I should probably have a sponge"

"I know," I said. "I'm like that almost all the time lately. Here's a Kleenex." I handed her one from the box we'd pulled out to do make up.

Lisa dabbed lightly at my pussy with the tissue, then smeared the lipstick on a finger and rubbed it between the labia minora and majora on both sides of my cleft.

"You know," Lisa said. "Only a truly outstanding girlfriend would be doing this to you right now."

I laughed. "I'll admit to you, but no one else, you're the most truly outstanding girlfriend ever."

She stood up. "Well, I'm impressed. I hope Scott is too. Where are you going to wait for him?"

"I want to see him right as he walks through the door."

"Right in the entryway?"

"Yes."

"Hard wood floors," she said. "Do you have a pad or pillow to put under your knees?"

I thought for a moment. "My yoga pad. I'll get it." I ran into the family room and collected it.

"Does Scott get home at the same time every day?" Lisa asked.

"It can vary by as much as fifteen minutes, either side of 5:45."

"How are you going to present yourself?"

I got into the kneeling position Scott showed me, knees apart, hands clasped behind my back where they'd be cuffed together, back straight, mouth open. "I'll probably just rest my butt on my heels until I hear his car outside."

"He's going to fuck you as soon as he walks through the door, isn't he?"

"I certainly hope so. It's what I'm going for."

"If he doesn't; call me. Maybe I will."

"Lisa!"

"All I'm sayin' is, you look pretty good right now. What are you going to do if anyone comes home with him?"

"Smile a lot. Help me get the collar and cuffs on."

Lisa buckled the collar around my neck, and the cuffs around my wrists. I knelt down and she fastened the cuffs behind my back.

"Thank you, Lisa. I appreciate the help. You went above and beyond."

"Wait a minute, you did put fuck juice on, didn't you?"

"Fuck juice?"

"Perfume! Hurry, what's Scott's favorite? And where the hell is it?"

"Eternity, on my bedroom dressing table."

Lisa rushed off and returned a couple minutes with the perfume. She dabbed some on her fingers and drew a line between my breasts, under each one, a drop on the nipples, under each arm, the hollow of my throat and on either side of my vulva where my legs joined my torso.

"That should do the trick. You owe me."

She spent thirty seconds tidying up the table, putting my robe over the back of a chair, grabbed her make up kit and left. I waited. I heard his truck about ten minutes later and spread my knees, straightened my back, and parted my lips, listening to him walk up the sidewalk.

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