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PART 1: Personal Ad and Its Results
I step out the shower and look in the mirror. The young woman looking back at me is as plain as can be: a brown eyed face with no special features, brown hair, an average body many women have, medium sized breasts and a regular height. When I'm done and am fully dressed, the woman is wearing drab, unattractive office attire and big glasses that belong on an old lady. There are times I feel like an old woman, even though I'm in my early twenties. With a heavy sigh, I leave my small apartment and go to work.
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My job consists of doing menial, monotonous, tedious, repetitive office work that anyone with average intelligence and two hands could do. It's made worse by the fact I find myself working overtime, whether because the company requires it or because I end up doing the work of others; My co-workers love to dump work that they're too lazy, stupid or incompetent to do whenever they can and I just can't ever get up the nerve to say no, as well as other words that would get me in trouble. So I have precious little time for myself.
I have no friends. Like I said, my co-workers are a bunch of self involved assholes. The people in my apartment building are too wrapped up their lives to even know I'm alive. My family is scattered and far away, and we never got along as well as we should have. I could live without friends, but I long for a lover in the worst way. Because I'm unattractive, most men won't even look at me twice and those that do see me as a "Plain Jane" who’s only good for some kind of desk job.
I have lived my live like this for several years, but it feels like decades. I can't stand it anymore. I feel like I could go mad from living the "same dull routine" or kill myself. I call the local newspaper and placed a personal ad:
SINGLE FEMALE SEEKING THE PERFECT CURE FOR BOREDOM AND LONELINESS
WILLING TO TRY ANYTHING ONCE
PLEASE REPLY VIA THIS PAPER
Two days later, much to my great surprise, I get a response. It is from a couple that tell me to meet them in a certain nightclub at a certain time and “look for the blue roses”. Felling both very excited and nervous, I go. I feel so out of place: a plain girl in plain clothes amid great looking people in great looking clothes. Before I lose what nerve I have and run away, I see what I’m looking for: a woman wearing a blue rose in her hair and a man holding one. I walk to their table and sit down. They are gorgeous. The woman is a blue eyed blonde with a great body who could be a supermodel. The man has black hair, blue eyes and is very handsome. I feel like I’m with a pair of gods.
“So,” the man asks with a warm smile, “are you the single female seeking the perfect cure for boredom and loneliness?”
Unable to summon up any words, I just nod.
“I like her already,” the woman smiles a dazzling smile, “she’s cute.”
I blush, having never heard such a compliment. They introduce themselves and we get to know each other a little before the man clears his throat and looks serious.
“We better get to it: your ad said you’re willing to try anything once, and well…have you ever been tied up?”
I don’t answer. I just stare at him, stunned by the question.
“Guess not,” the woman grins.
That snaps me out of it and I blurt, “n-n-no!”
“Well,” the man continues, “me and her are into bondage and would really like someone to join us. But if the idea makes you uncomfortable, you don’t have to. We’ll give you a few days to think about it.”
I’m as surprised as they are when I say, “No. L-Let’s go ahead. It won’t hurt anything to try.”
They pause before exchanging a grin. We leave the club and get into their car. As we make our way to their place, the woman turns to me and asks me some questions about the upcoming experience.
“For starters,” she begins, “you want to be fully clothed, in your undies, or nude for this?”
“C-C-Clothed, please,” I blush, my arms moving to cover myself before I realize there’s no need and quickly put them down.
“Gag or no gag?”
“…G-Gag.” I don’t why I say that. Maybe it’s because I’m used to seeing people gagged when tied up in TV and movies.
“Blindfolded or not?”
“N-No thank you.”
“Wait?” the man speaks out, “won’t you be blind without those glasses anyway?”
“I can see good enough without them,” I explain, “they’re for reading and I won’t be doing much of that if I’m tied up, now won’t I?”
This causes them to burst into laughter. It is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. After about fifteen minutes, we arrive. It’s decent sized house and somewhat stately. We go in.
“So,” the man asks, “just where do you want to be tied at?”
“…the living room, I guess.”
I make my way to it while they get the supplies. They some back with some rope and clothe. My glasses are removed and my wrists and ankles are tied with soft rope. A long piece pf cloth is wrapped around it my lower head to gag me. I can already feel my heart beating faster and the adrenaline flowing.
“One lasts question,” the man asks, “would you feel more comfortable if we weren’t here?”
I hesitate before nodding.
They both nod understandably, “thought so. Well, we’ll just leave you alone to see what you think and feel about this. We’ll be back in a little bit to let you go.” With that they leave.
I start to struggle. They’ve tied the ropes so that they aren’t uncomfortable or hurt, but they’re tight enough to secure my limbs to where I can’t get out of them without a lot of work. I try to say something through my gag, but all that comes out is a muffled grunt. After a few minutes, I realize I’m not going anywhere until I’m untied. A few more minutes and I realize I am at the complete and total mercy of two people I know nothing about.
Fear surges through me as it dawns on me that they might not want to untie me. I may be unattractive, but that doesn’t mean some pervert wouldn’t do something bad to me if they had me. Come to think of it, if I did disappear without a trace, would anyone notice or care? Most likely not. These two gorgeous people could do anything they want to me and I’d have no say in the matter…literally! The man could rape me whenever he felt like it and the woman could torture my sensitive places at her leisure. And I’d have to do whatever they want so they wouldn’t hurt me or just to get something to eat or drink. They could keep my captive for however long as they want, be it days, weeks or years. And when they got tired of me, they could just kill me or leave me somewhere to die. This dark fantasy makes me struggle harder and shout though my gag. I wriggle and squirm like a worm while muffled yelps fill the air. I don’t know how much time passes before I hear their footsteps. I can imagine them coming in naked and with some torture implements of some kind. As they approach, I scream as loud as the gag will let me and flop around like a fish out of water. They grab me and untie my wrists and ankles and ungag me. I stare them in confusion as reality comes back to me.
“Wow,” the woman comments, “that must’ve been some fantasy you had yourself in, huh?”
“Y-Y-Yeah,” I nod, blushing. “I-I-I was p-pretending I was a kidnap victim.”
“Classic,” the man complements me with a cute smile. “So, will we being seeing you again or was that too much?”
I think about it. That had been the most exciting thing to happen to me since I was a child. My heart is pounding and my body trembling like they haven’t done in a very, very long time. “…I-I think I’d like to do this again.”
“That’s great!” the woman claps. Their telephone number is written down and given to me. “Just call us whenever you’re ready and we’ll try to set something up.”
They drive me back to my apartment building and we say our good byes. Later than night, I think of them of them and the feel of the rope on my body and the muffled sounds coming from my covered mouth. I start to touch myself, a hand playing with a breast and my fingers probing my wet, warm womanhood until I finally make myself climax. It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had. The next evening, I call them.
“You’re ready so soon?” the woman sounds both surprised and pleased.
“Yes.”
“We’ll call you back as soon as we have a good time for you to come over. But just so you know, this time we’ll be calling some of the shots.”
“That’s just fine.”
We tell each other good bye and I hang up. I can already feel the anticipation to be with that great looking man and woman again and what they might to me.
PART 2: Mistress
Over the next two days, the thoughts of the handsome man, beautiful woman, and bondage help me to go through my dull life. I rush to the phone every time I hear it ring to see if it’s them. I finally get lucky as when I hear the woman answer.
“We’ll pick you to tomorrow evening. D you want do you want to know what you’re in for or would you rather be surprised?”
“Surprised.”
“Very good,” she giggles.
I am waiting for them at the door of my tenement when they come to get me. We make some small talk on the way. We’re almost there when the woman gives me a concerned look only family members had given me long ago.
“This time you won’t have much choice in what happens to you,” she warns me. “In fact, I don’t think you have any choice. You’re going to be playing with me.”
“T-That’s sound fine by me.” I quickly realize I couldn’t be happier than to be dominated by this blond goddess.
We go inside and I am told to strip to my underwear. This is made even more awkward when she goes to bedroom to get ready and I am alone with the man. But he is rather friendly as he bounds my wrists and elbows with long strips of silk. He puts a rolled up piece in my mouth and put another between my lips and teeth. The last part of my ensemble is thick black strip over my eyes. Or at least I think it’s the last piece. I am taken by great surprise when I feel something around my neck. A collar. But it feels soft and it’s loose enough he can put two finger between it and my neck. My pulse quickens and my breath shortens already. I feel that rush of excitement and nervousness course though my body and I give a shudder. Strangely, I also feel…comfortable
“Here’s the thing,” he tells me, “you’re going to be doing a little role playing: you’re going to be a freshly bought slave girl, which will give you some leeway to be jittery. But don’t worry: you’ve been bought by a gentle mistress.”
His hands on my shoulders, he leads me to the bedroom. His hands leave me and are replaced by a woman’s. I am put on the bed and made to lie down. I can feel her eyes studying me.
“My,” her voice coos as starts to rub my body, “aren’t you a pretty little thing?”
My face turns red and I shake my head. I am not.
“Now don’t be that way. So what if you don’t have a great body like the women in so many magazines or in the movies? It’s fine with me. Like here.”
I give a gasp of surprise as a hand works it way under my bra and starts to fondle a breast.
“These may not be all big and round, but big boobs are so overrated. Yours are a reasonable size and feel nice. They may not be big melons, but I like other kinds of fruits better.”
She pushes my bra up above my breasts, completely exposing them. She gropes and fondles them in a manner that makes me feel good all over and I give a series of moans and groans. She stops and there is a pause. I mewl in curiosity, wondering if she has left. I give a yelp at the feel of a pair of soft lips kissing me, just next to my right nipple, which is now all hard and pointy. She circles it with a series of little pecks, then does the same to my left nipple. I give a louder shout through my gag as I feel her tongue circles it, then give a series of flicks and makes my nipple bend up and down she does. She goes back and forth between my nipples until they’re wet. She takes them in her mouth one after they other, sucking and nipping them while gently squeezing my breasts, making me moan loudly with a sense of…passion I’ve never felt in my entire life.
Mistress gives me a peck on the cheek and laughs, “I do believe you’re enjoying this as much as I am. Maybe even more. I wonder how things look down stairs.”
She hooks her fingers around my waistband and pulls my panties down my legs and takes them off. She gives a loud giggle, “Your puss is so cute! The way you have it trimmed makes looks like a little kitten!”
This causes my face to turn even redder. I gasp as two slender fingers gently push their through my lower lips and into my most intimate place. They start to move around and my moans continue, sounding louder now.
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“It’s so tight and smooth in here,” Mistress say approvingly. “You’re missing your hymen, so that tells me you’re not a virgin but are sadly inexperienced.” She gives me another kiss, this time on my lips, “we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”
She fingers me for a while, then stops. I can hear her licking something and guess she must be getting my juices off her fingers. “You taste wonderful, Kitten,” she sighs as her other hand enters me, this time with three fingers. I soon start moving my hips and pelvis in a rhythm to match her movements. I give long purrs through my gag as a warm, good feeling fills my whole body. It gets warmer and warmer until it turns hot. My movements quicken and my purrs turn into loud grunts and gasps. I feel like I’m about to explode when the hand leaves me. The great feeling instantly disappears and is replaced by a burning sensation that feels like it might kill me. I whine and whimper loudly through my gag, begging my Mistress to satisfy her poor slave.
“Sorry,” she tells me, “but a slave only comes when and how her Mistress wants her to. And before I can satisfy you, you must first earn it.”
She leans me up to sit and starts to untie my gag, “we need this out. But one word and it goes right back in. Understand?” she pulls the wad of silk from my mouth.
I merely nod as I work my jaw. The gag didn’t hurt and wasn’t even all that uncomfortable, but it still affected my mouth. After I’m done, Mistress put her arms around me and pulls me to her chest. Her NAKED chest. I blush again as I feel my head against her big, soft, fleshy mounds.
“You know what to do, right?” she coos softly.
I nod as it comes to me. I hesitate, then start to kiss and lick around the nearest one a few time until I feel a hard nub. I take the nipple into my mouth and slowly lick around it. Mistresses little moans tell me I’m doing a good job. Before I can stop myself, I move mouth forward to take as much of the breast in my mouth as I can hold and suck greedily, almost chewing it.
“OOOHH!” Mistress groans in both pleasure and surprise, “you’re—OH!—an eager little—AAH!—k-kitt—AAHH!!”
I move on to please her other nipple and breast. Part of me keeps thinking milk will come out of it I try hard enough.
“St-St-STAAHHPP!!” Mistress squeals.
I reluctantly do, not wanting to displease her. She lays me back down on the bed. I suddenly smell a musky scent right in front of my nose and feel a warmth from the same place. I quickly realize Mistress’s sex is right in front of my face.
Before she can say anything I stick my tongue out and probe around. Mistress has a smooth, hairless pussy which is slick with her juices, which I lap up as I find it. It’s the strangest and best thing I’ve ever tasted at the same time. I find her nether lips and plunge my tongue into her opening. I send it as deep in as it will go and proceed to lap up her love juices as they come.
“That’s it!” she cheers me on with a shout. “Make your Mistress feel great!”
I do. She moves her crotch to match the movements of my tongue and the air fills with the sound of yells and shouts from her lovely voice until—
“AAAUUUGGHH!!”
Her cum splatters into my mouth and around my lower face. I hear her get away from my face and sit on the bed beside me. I try to lick goo around my lips into my mouth while she catches her breath.
“…W-Well done-Kitten. Y-You really-deserve y-your reward.”
She gets up. I hear her get something from a drawer or chest and then I think I hear the faint sound straps being tightened and buckled. My blindfold is removed. I gaze longingly at the woman before me: a blue-eyed, blond goddess wearing a cupless corset and no bottom. But then my love turns to shock when I see she is wearing what looks like a penis made of rubber.
“I see you’ve never encountered a strap-on dildo before,” she smiles at my reaction, “then you’re in for a quite a ride. I was going to save this for later, but you deserve it.”
She tells me to spread my legs. She gently eases the strap-on into me. By now I’m so wet it slides in with almost no effort. We share a long, passionate kiss before she starts to fuck me. She is slow and gentle at first, gradually building up speed and force as she goes along. It’s been so long since the last time I had sex it’s like my first time all over again…only this feel so much better. A chorus of our moans, groans, gasps, grunts, shouts and yells fills the air. I can feel the orgasm building up in me, like I may burst into flame. I look into those beautiful eyes, silently pleading with them.
“Come,” Mistress tells me.
“YYYAAAUUUGGHHHH!!!”
It is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. A bizarre, wonderful sensation courses through my entire body. It is both very short and very long at the same time. When it is over, my body goes limp, my mind goes blank, and the world goes black.
When I come to, I still feel a little strange. My vagina is a little sore and I feel a slight throbbing.
“Are you alright, Kitten?” a voice asks with concern.
I look to see Mistress and the man standing next to the bed.
“I-I’m fine. Nothing I can’t live through.”
Mistress gives a sigh of relief, “that’s good to know. I’ve never had anyone faint on me like that. I was a little worried I hurt you, but you had this happy, peaceful look one your face.”
“So,” the man a grin with, “was it as good for you as it was her?”
I smile and nod, “t-that was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
The man leans forward with a smirk, “so far. You get me next time.”
“Now, now dear,” Mistress frowns, “this isn’t a contest.”
“Hey, I just don’t want her to think I’ll be a lousy follow up more than she already does.”
Mistress puts her arms around his neck and kisses him, “don’t worry. I think you’re a great lover.”
“I’m sure I’ll like having you as a Master,” I try to reassure him.
“But I should warn you,” he frowns a little, “I won’t be as gentle as she was.”
“That’s fine by me. That just makes it more exciting. No offense, Mistress.”
“None taken,” she smiles understandingly.
PART 3: Master
The next few days pass be in a blur. All I can think about is my time with Master. I wonder what he’ll do to me, imagine what it’ll feel like and try to picture him naked. The day finally comes and Mistress picks me up. After we arrive, I eagerly take off all my clothes this time.
“My, Kitten,” Mistress smiles approvingly, “you’re getting more bold and eager.”
I am tied up with rope around my wrists and elbows and a length of rope connects my bound ankles. Rope is coiled above and below my breasts, making them stick out and jiggle more than they normally would. A rubber red ball is put into my mouth and held in place by a strap that goes around my head. I am again collared, but it’s a harder one than last time and is put on tighter. It even has a short leash. This ensemble is more restrictive than last time and not nearly as comfortable. In fact, the ropes hurt just a little. But I remind myself that anything would feel worse after being silkbound.
“Just remember,” Mistress warns me, “he won’t be as gentle with you as I was. It might hurt some. But whatever he does is for the thrill of it, he won’t want to harm you. At least not too bad.”
She leads me to the bedroom. A man’s arm sticks out the door and yanks me in by the leash before we reach it and the door is closed with a slam. Master is wearing a strange smile which I’m certain is a leer and nothing else. I give a muffled squeak at the sight of his cock. I’ve only seen one in my life, and it wasn’t nearly as big and hard as what’s before me. But my shock starts to melt away and I find myself wanting it inside me.
“Listen, Kitty,” his voice breaks me out of a trance, “I do things differently from your Mistress. For starters, I’m going to teach you a valuable lesson.”
He throws me on the bed face down.
“Stick your ass up, slave.”
With some difficulty, I pull my body to where my rear rises up.
“Now, I’m going to show you what happens to slaves who don’t do exactly as they’re told or somehow displease their masters. Brace yourself.”
I’m in the middle of trying to figure out what he means when I feel his hand give an ass cheek a good hard smack. I scream through my gag as a sharp pain goes through my tender rear. I scream again as he swats the other cheek. The brutal spanking continues as Master does this eight more times, my screams greatly muffled by the ball in my mouth. By the time he is done, I have tears streaming down my face, joined by drool that has worked its way between my lips and gag. My buttocks throbs and aches and I can imagine its red glow.
“Sorry,” Master apologizes, “but all slaves need to learn to fear punishment. Besides, you looked like you could use some color on your cheeks.”
I groan both in pain and at the joke. He gets in the bed, flips me over, and sits me up in his lap. But he doesn’t go into me. Instead he plays with my breasts. His squeezes and gropes are more forceful and harder than Mistress’. Between his bigger, stronger hands and the ropes containing my breasts, it’s an entirely different sensation from when Mistress did it. He does something she didn’t and rolls, pinches, pulls and even twists my nipples with his fingers. I give a series of yelps and squawks at this new sensation that mixes pleasure with pain. He uses his mouth to suck hard on them and even bites them a few times.
“Hmm…not big, but they’re nice and soft,” he tells me with a smile. “And your nipples are real sensitive. I really like that. Now to check on that hole...”
A hand snakes downward and his fingers enter my soaking entry. And because a man’s fingers are bigger, thicker and harder than a woman’s, it’s a different experience from when Mistress did it. My body soon finds its rhythm to Master’s assault as he fingers my puss with one hand, plays with a breast with the other, and softly chews a nipple. I soon feel like I’m about to come when he yanks his hand out. I scream at this both because it hurts and the sudden denial.
He gives me a smirk, “you know you need to work for it, right?”
I mewl loudly through my gag and bob my head.
“Well, then you know I have something planned for you.”
He pauses and studies me, apparently unable to make up his mind. He finally decides what to do, puts me beside the bed in a kneeling position, and gets something out of a drawer. It’s a pair of vibrators. One goes in my pussy. The other, to my horror, is worked into my anus. I give a loud grunt as it goes in and a long groan at the bizarre sensation of having something in there. It turns into a loud, long moan as they are turned on and the duo buzz and move inside my holes. I struggle to either make them fall out or go further in, but Master has put them in to where they’ll do neither. After a few minutes, I look up at him and whine as small tears come from my eyes.
“First you must please me,” he states. He is sitting in front of me ands his rod is now even bigger and harder than before, throbbing like it’s about to explode. He unbuckles the strap to my gag and pulls the ball out. “I think you know what to do.”
I hesitate, then is comes to me. I put my lips around his “little head” and slowly, carefully take in as much cock as I can before I have to stop out of fear of taking in too much and choking. Never having performed fellatio before, I just go with my intuition and do the best I can. I rub and massage his hard organ with my lips and tongue, sucking as hard as I can without choking myself while my head goes back and forth along its length.
“Ahhh…” a satisfied sigh tells me I’m doing something right, “God, I love first time blowers. Just using your mouth as things come to you…it feels so nice.”
He leans over, one hand rubbing and stroking the back of my head and the other gently squeezing a breast, all the while the vibrators work their magic in my vagina and asshole. This goes on for something-teen minutes. My cheeks and jaw are starting to hurt when Master starts to groan and grunt loudly. His member gets really hard and pulses. Something hot and sticky shots out of his cock and into my mouth. Not knowing what else to do, I swallow what I can. What I don’t fills my mouth and oozes past my lips. As with Mistress, it tastes both very strange and very good. There’s another pulse. Scared I’ll suffocate if I take in any more, I pull my mouth off Master’s cock and his cum splatters on my face. A third pulse sends more big drops on my chest and upper stomach. I feel both disgusted and excited at the same time as I realize what a mess I must be by now. Master looks down on me with a warm smile I haven’t seen the whole time.
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“You’re so beautiful, Kitten…my sperm decorating your cute face and body like that. You deserve to get off.”
He gets up and turns the vibrators on high, “you may come now.”
I scream and thrash in my bonds as waves pleasure go through my entire body, taking my to a height of ecstasy I’ve never felt before. When it’s over, I collapse. I don’t faint this time, but I’m very tired and feel as weak as…a kitten. Master takes the vibrators out of me, unties me and gently lays me on the bed. He kisses me on one of the few clean spots on my face and leaves me to rest.
After I’ve regained some strength and have showered, Master approaches me with an apologetic look.
“Listen, Kitty, I’m really sor—”
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” I cut him off with a smile. “My ad said I wanted the perfect cure for boredom and that did the trick. Parts of it hurt, but a Master should be able to do his slave what he wants, right?”
He hesitates before nodding, “t-thanks.”
I shake my head, “I’m the one who should thank you. Both of you. Each bondage experience is incredible.”
“It’s been good for us too,” Mistress adds as she joins us.
“…in fact,” I continue, “h-how would you guys like to really enslave me?”
They stare at me in surprise.
“That is, what if I moved in with you? I think it could be good for all of us.”
They exchange a look for a minute before Master finally responds, “…that might work out.”
We spend the next few hours talking it over and making arrangements. I go back to my apartment feeling the most excited I have since my childhood and begin planning how to get out of my old life.
PART 4: An Eventful Night
A few days later, I gather up my courage, saunter into my boss’ office and tell him I quit. Not only is he surprised by this, he doesn’t even know who I am. Just goes to show how valuable I was to this company, even though I’d been working my life away there for several years. I curse him out, then go on to tell my co-workers exactly what I think of them, unleashing years of frustration and anger. I leave my place of work for the last time feeling like a great weight has been taken off my shoulders and also feeling the happiest I’ve been since I was young.
I go home to my apartment and pack my things for the upcoming move. I don’t know when it is, but it’ll happen soon. With great conviction, I smash my big, ugly glasses to pieces. Feeling very satisfied, I take a shower. I don’t take anything to put on; I’ve decided to sleep in the nude tonight. But as I step out the bathroom door, a gloved hand covers my mouth while an arm pins mine to my sides. Everything happens so fast: something is put on my head and pull down to my neck, my attacker’s hand leaving as my mouth is covered. It’s a hood, leather by the feel of it. There are no eyeholes, and if it has some they’re closed. A big leather bulb is where my mouth is and soon finds its way into it while I try to call out, silencing me. I can feel something pushing against me ears. I scream, but can’t hear it. The hood has made me blind, mute, and deaf. A cord is tightened at it base. It won’t come off until it’s loosened and that is far beyond my control. My arms are let go and I flay them wildly either to somehow fight back or escape. My assailant grabs them, forces them behind my back holding them together. I feel hands of a second intruder putting something on them. The first man lets go as the object is pulled up to my elbows. It’s tightened and secured by a series of straps. My arms are in a leather sheathe of some kind that forces them to press together. The hands are in fingerless mittens. I run around my apartment, struggling desperately to free my arms or at least try to get some slack to where they aren’t so cramped and uncomfortable. My attackers pause, most likely watching to make sure they’ve done their job right and enjoying the show. All the while, I scream and shout for help, but I can’t even hear myself so what are the odds anyone else will?
I quickly give out of energy and the intruders continue. One grabs my arms while the other grabs my legs and they carry me to the couch. Leather straps are secured on my ankles and above and below my knees. I can’t move my legs and the straps are so tight it hurts to try. I am put into a box, my body folded to where I can’t move at all, let alone struggle. I feel the box being picked up and carried out of my apartment. All I can do is cry for help, even though I highly doubt anyone can hear me. And my throat is so tired from my earlier attempts it feels more like short whines and quiet moans are coming from it. The box is put down and I can faintly feel movement. All I can do is lay there and try to rest and regain some energy while trying think of how I can get out of this or why this happened. Am I the victim of a kidnapping ring or white slavers? Did I say the wrong thing to the wrong person when I quit my job? Or have two perverts simply captured me for the fun of it? I try to calm myself down. Maybe if I show my kidnappers what a good slave I can be, they won’t hurt me. I may even convince them to let me go when they’re done with me if I please them enough. Or at least get them not to kill me.
The vehicle finally stops and the box is carried, put down and opened. I am stood up and a collar placed on my neck. It’s tight, but has a soft lining so it doesn’t hurt. The straps on my legs are removed and I give a sigh of relief to have them gone. A hand wearing a leather glove starts to massage my right breast while the other is roughly groped. I shout in surprise at the feel of two mouths simultaneously sucking and licking my nipples. I groan and yelp not only because it feels so strange to have both tits sucked at once, but because the people sucking are each doing it differently: one is gentle and loving, the other hard and passionate. I’m getting hot and turned on when the assault stops. Before I can stop myself, I whine loudly in protest. I feel slight movement inside the hood. It turns out it has a small zipper at my ears. Whatever has is against them is taken out of the hood and a melodious voice tell me: “Welcome to your new life, Kitten.”
I jump and gasp at the sound of Mistress’s voice. My other ear is unblocked and Master says “Surprise!”, making me jump again.
“We’re sorry if we scared you,” Mistress continues, “but kidnapping you seemed like it would be a thrill for all of us. Especially you. And now that you know you’re with people who don’t wish you any harm, let the games begin. I call dibs!”
“No problem here,” Master says understandingly. “I like the idea of a lesbian bondage game playing right in front of me.”
“Why thank you, honey!” she replies. I can imagine the big smile on her wonderful face. There is a pause, and then I feel something being rubbed along my body. It feels like a small square or rectangle made of leather on a thin handle. I gasp as I picture one of those little whips used for horse riding and shiver.
“Oh, so you guessed I have a riding crop,” Mistress says. Her next words are said in a soothing voice to calm me, “this isn’t about hurting you. This is my excitement and pleasure. But when it hurts too much, scream and I’ll stop.”
Her voice tells me she means it and I nod and brace myself.
CRACK!
I bite down on the bulb in my mouth and grunt as a sharp stinging sensation sends of a flare of pain through my lower back. I can picture the thin red welt on my skin.
CRACK!
This time an ass cheek is the target. It hurts even more. I hold back a scream and yelp loudly instead. I want Mistress to enjoy this. And I also want to see how much pain I can take before I give in to my body’s cries for surrender.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Mistress get in another eight hits for a total of ten before I can’t any more and scream as loud as the bulb in my mouth will let me. The attack stops.
“Wonderful, Kitten,” Mistress says in admiration, “just wonderful. I never would’ve guessed you withstand that for so long. I’m very impressed and proud of you.”
The next thing I know, I feel her hand spreading some kind of salve or ointment where I was whipped. I give a long sigh of pleasure and relief as a cool, soothing feeling starts to replace the pain throughout my body. It also feels good to know that even when Mistress hurts me, she will make it up to me.
“I bet you’re thirsty, aren’t you?” Mistress asks.
I nod and it’s revealed that the hood has another zipper at my mouth. The bulb is taken out (thank God), and I am given some bottled water and allowed to work my poor jaw some before I am gagged, this time by a softer, smaller rubber ball, and the mouth is re-zipped.
“My turn,” Master declares with a smile (I think). “Kitten, we’re going to play a little game to see how well you can follow orders like a good little slave: I’ll tell you to do something and you do it. But if I don’t say your name or you don’t do as you’re told, a clothespin will be placed somewhere on your body. Understand?”
I give a shudder of both excitement and fear, then nod.
“First, hop on one foot, Kitten.”
I do. I imagine my breasts and ass jiggling some as I hop. It’s not easy thanks to the bundle my arms have been made into, but I do fairly well. When one leg gets tired, I switch to the other until Master says:
“Stop, Kitten.”
I do. A two person applause makes me blush as I catch my breath.
“Very nice, Kitten,” Master compliments me, “a good show. You’re boobs and butt jiggle as well as women with big ones when you put some effort into it.”
“You were more like a bunny than a kitten,” Mistress cheers me.
“Now shake that cute li’l ass of yours.”
I start to. But the building excitement, praise and phrasing of the order throw me off and I’ve forgotten the rules. I’m harshly reminded when the wooden clothespin bites into my nipple. I scream through my gag at what has to be the worst pain I’ve ever felt.
“I’m sorry, but I didn’t say your name,” Master gives a sad sigh. “Let’s try again. Stick your tits out, Kitten.”
I thrust my chest out as far as it’ll go.
“Now shake them as hard as you can, Kitten.”
I do my best. Feeling my medium sized breasts jiggle and flop around for the pleasure of people who look so much better than me encourages me and makes me feel special, even as the clothespin constantly sends jolts of pain though one.
“Stop,” Master tells me.
I don’t and continue until he says “stop, Kitten.” I stop this time.
“Bend over, Kitten.”
I do.
“Try shaking your ass for us again.”
I stay still.
“Very good. Shake your ass, Kitten.”
I do until he tells me to stop, Kitten.
“Stand back up, Kitten…Now spread your legs as far as they’ll go, Kitten.”
I do both, blushing at the brazen position I’m in. I feel all of Master’s fingers pointing at the edge of my opening.
“Thrust yourself onto them,” he commands sternly. His voice and my own desires make me want to, but the dull throb from by captive nipple reminds me why I should stay still.
“Very, very good. Thrust your twat to my fingers, Kitten.”
I eagerly do. I thrust my pelvis with his hand going in and out of me. I feel an orgasm building within me.
“Stop, Kitten.”
But I’m so turned on I don’t want to and keep going. Not only does he yank his hand away from my yearning pussy, but another clothespin bites down on my free nipple. I shriek both at the pain and the denial.
“I’m sorry,” Master tells me, “but you deliberately disobeyed me. You have a good score, Kitten, but I’m afraid you lose. If you’d stopped, you would’ve won a much greater price and I would’ve fucked you for real.”
I wail in despair.
“Poor Kitty,” Mistress sympathizes. “And you were so close. But we have something really special planned to make it up to you.”
“I don’t know…” Master objects. “If she can’t follow simple orders, maybe she doesn’t deserve it. Maybe we should just leave her as she is with some vibrators in both holes all night. On low, of course. Or better yet, a chastity belt”
I shake my head wildly and moan in protest. The idea having being locked in one of those belts like a medieval wench while these evil clothespins torment me fills me with terror. I get down on my knees, whimpering and mewling in an attempt to beg for mercy.
“Ahh…” Mistress coos, “but it’s to celebrate her new life. And if you don’t want to do it for her, please, pretty please do it for me.”
I hear them exchange a loud, long kiss.
“…you win, honey,” Master sighs, “though it’s a little unfair: you know I have a hard time saying no to you.”
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“Hey, you were looking forward to this just as much as I was.”
“…Ya got me,” he says sheepishly. “But what’s the point of having a slave if you can’t mess with her mind every once in a while?”
The horrible clothespins are removed and the leather sheathe is finally taken off my arms. The hood stays on, though gag is taken out and I get some more water.
“I imagine you’d like to see, wouldn’t you?” Master practically reads my mind.
“Yes please,” I answer meekly as I rub my stiff, sore arms.
“Sorry, but we want to keep the surprises coming,” Mistress explains.
I am led to another part of the house, put on a table and made to lie down. My arms and legs are tied to its legs. In particular, my legs are tied to where they are bent and spread open.
“Brace yourself, Kitten,” Mistress says, “this is gonna feel strange.”
The next thing I know, I feel a something thick and gooey being poured on me. I squeal in surprise and some pleasure. It feels good as is spreads out from where it’s poured. And I smell the wonderful scent of…chocolate. They’re pouring chocolate syrup on me! There’s another syrup with a fruity smell…strawberry, I’m certain. I hear a hissing sound and feel something light and foamy also crisscross my body as well. The scent I recognize this time is whipped cream. Feeling incredibly turned on, my pussy juice starts to flow anew. I feel Master’s fingers enter me and quickly leave. I hear him lick his fingers.
“Mmm…and the best cream of all is added.”
“This is gonna be the best sundae ever!” Mistress laughs.
I give a moan of pleasure as I feel their tongues start to lick off what’s on me all over my body. Whenever they get through, they add more. My groans, moans, small shouts and yells fill the air. I squeal with laughter when a tongue gets whatever’s in my navel. They kiss me and I can taste the syrups and cream on their lips. Their finger keep going in and out of my pussy and are licked off. My juices have to have made a spot on the table and I wonder if they’re dripping on the floor. I feel sticky and gooey all over…and I like it. At long last they finally stop…or so I think.
A pair of fingers spread my sex as far as it will go and I squeal as I feel the whipped cream and both syrups poured into me. Master and Mistress lash out at it with their tongues. I scream in pleasure at the feel of two tongues inside me and alien feeling of the spreads inside me.
“Aaauugh!! M-Master!! Yyaauugh!! Mistress!! This-This feels so ggreeaaat!! P-P-Please let me—l-l-let me—OOOHHHH GGAAAWWWDD!!!”
I feel like I could die when I hear their voices both say: “Come.”
I scream at the top of my lungs as the biggest, longest, most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had wracks my body again and again until it’s over. The table even moves with me and to hear it you’d think there was an earthquake. I slump in my bounds, exhausted but very satisfied and happy.
The hood is finally taken off and I can see Master and Mistress. Seeing their lovely faces smeared with syrup, cream and my cum makes my smile grow bigger and I give a little laugh.
“You’re delicious, Kitten,” Master smiles brightly, then kisses me.
“Best dessert ever!” Mistress laughs before kissing me too.
They use a wet washcloth to wash off their faces and all of me, then untie me and carry me to a big, soft bed. They kiss me goodnight and leave. I have no trouble going to sleep, smiling at the wonderful things I’m going to experience from here on…
EPILOUGE: 3 years later…
I step out of the shower and look in the mirror. The young woman looking back at me has a youthful face with shining brown eyes full of life, nice looking dark brown hair, and a body that’s not great but still pretty good. I shall always be grateful to Master and Mistress for helping me realize I don’t need to look like some kind of supermodel or porn star to love how I look. After putting on my collar, I go through my wardrobe and pick out a skimpy maid costume. It’s appropriate because I need to do some cleaning. Besides, it never fails to turn Master and Mistress on immediately but they won’t have time to play this morning. I smile at the how they’ll make up for it when they get home.
I’ve experienced more excitement and passion these past three years than the several years before them. Besides a maid, I’ve also played many an interesting role and wore a variety of costumes (including school girl, cheerleader, harem girl, princess, and superheroine’s sidekick, among others). I’ve been a pony, doggy, bird, bunny and, of course, kitty. I’ve been a breathing work of art, a living dessert, a human toilet (don’t ask), and general pleasure slave. Master and Mistress bring other people into our fun whenever they can, whether it’s to help dominate me or submit to them beside me. I’ve serviced a number of their friends; some of think I’m cute, some plain, but all agree I’m a great slave. My body and limbs have been folded and bent in a surprisingly wide variety of bondage positions. I’ve experienced many great pleasures and the occasional horrible pain that most people can only imagine.
But it’s not only about sex and bondage. Master and Mistress take on trips with them and we go out on the town every chance we get. I’ve even encountered relatives and old co-workers who didn’t recognize me and would later compliment that not only do I look prettier than they remember, but I look a lot happier and more alive as well. Which I am.
And to think, it all started with a simple personal ad in the local newspaper. I said I wanted the perfect cure for boredom and loneliness and that’s exactly what I got when I met Mistress and Master in that nightclub long ago.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a house to clean and two beautiful people to drive wild…
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