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Laura's Slave
By
Rick
After conquering a few more gays, Laura hit on her first straight guy. The first night they had sex, she conned him into bondage. Once he was restrained, she let in a gay friend of hers to take pictures of him sucking her cock and being fucked my her. The guy was married and in no position to complain. She used him for two months, then threw him out.
Twenty-five men, and five years later, Jack was her new slave.
Part 6
The next morning I was awakened by a sharp sting on my butt, the type of sting made by a riding crop. I looked up to see Laura in black bra and string bikini, black leather gloves, and knee high black leather boots. She told me it was time for breakfast, and I was the cook. I got up and she marched me to the bathroom, and watched me pee. Then back in the bedroom, she had me shackle my legs at the ankle with a short chain. Needless to say, I was only able to take short steps. She attached the leash to my collar, and led me out the door.
Laura led me down the corridor to stairs going up. Going through the door at the top, we entered the corridor from the night before. She led me down the corridor, and through a door that opened on a kitchen. She pointed toward the stove and told me to start cooking.
Everything was laid out for me. First I made coffee, then fried the bacon. When the coffee was ready, I made Laura a cup according to her instructions, and served it to her as she sat at the table reading a book. When the bacon was done, I scrambled eggs, again according to her instructions. I also made buttered toast. When all was ready, I served Laura, and freshened her coffee.
She told me I was a good slave, and that I could now eat my breakfast at the counter. Which I happily did, as I was starving. When we were finished, she told me to clean up and put everything back as it should be. When I had complied with her command, she led me with the leash back down to the bedroom.
Upon entering the room, Laura went directly to the bathroom, and performed her morning duty, which she had me watch. When she was done, she told me to clean her butt hole with baby wipes. I knelt at the toilet, and as she raised and bent over, I gently wiped her butt clean. Then she told me to kiss each cheek, and French kiss her hole, which I obediently did.
Laura led me back into the bedroom, and had me remove my ankle shackles. She handed me a steel bar and had me attach it to my ankle cuffs. The bar spread my legs apart so that I could hardly walk. Guiding me to the center of the room, she told me to raise my hands above my head. She reached up, and attached a chain to each of my wrist cuffs. Then pressing a switch on the wall, the chains began to pull my arms up while spreading my hands apart. She released the switch when my feet left the floor. I was now hanging spread eagle, naked and defenseless.
Laura said that she would be gone for a few hours, and wanted to keep me entertained while she was away. She took what appeared to be some sort of anal plug and began lubricating it. Attached to it was a cord that went behind me. She walked behind, and began to spread my ass cheeks. She told me that this toy would keep entertained and excited. She inserted it into my ass, pushing until it was all the way in, about six inches. In less than a minute, it began to vibrate and heat up. Laura came around and faced me eye to eye. Before I knew it, my ass was getting me aroused, and my dick began to jerk up and down as it hardened. Man, it felt so good.
But just before my dick became fully erected, the vibrating and heat stopped. She told me that is was programmed to arouse me but to stop before I would ever meet the point of no return. In other words, it would stop before I would cum. A real tease she said, enough to drive me crazy for the next few hours. But to make it more enjoyable, she attached clamps to my nipples, and made them tight! Ouch! Did they hurt! They also gave out small electrical shocks, just enough to add to the discomfort. The shocks were timed to occur when the anal plug was not vibrating. Pleasure and pain.
Next, Laura placed a ball ring just above my two sacks, and tightened it. She then attached weights to the ring to stretch my sacks. I knew that this was going to hurt! She dropped the weights, and I yelled in pain! She then buckled a leather belt around my waist, with a metal rod attached to it. She attached the rod to my collar locking my head in place. Then she showed me a penis gag, ordering me to open my mouth and suck on it. I did as I was told. After a minute, she pushed the gag into my mouth, and tied it in place.
Lastly, Laura unlocked a panel on the wall, it was a full-length mirror. I stared at my reflection, a humiliated, pathetic, bondage slave belonging to a dominant transsexual. She laughed in my face, telling me that all this was being videoed. At that point I did not care about the video, as in some strange, sick way, I was enjoying my humiliation. I really wanted this!
Laura told me she would be gone for a few hours and to enjoy myself. Having said that, she put on a wide brim black leather hat and a long black leather coat. She went out the door, closed and locked it. Fat chance I would be leaving, considering my position.
I watched myself in the mirror. I had seen pictures of submissive men in bondage, and it did turn me on. I never thought that I would be the one in the picture, or the video. But here I am, right in the middle of it. Somehow, Laura knew how to read men. And she being a man/woman, or whatever, she could get into a man's mind. I know that she got into mine. I had fantasized about domination and bondage, a kind of kinky turn on. But I never thought I would be so easily dominated.
The anal plug began to vibrate, god it felt good! My dick became erect, and began to bob up and down. I thought of last night when Laura fucked me, and pretended that it was her cock in me now. I watched my mirror image, and it turned me on even more. But just as I began to approach orgasm, the vibrating stopped. Not long after, the nipple claps began doing their thing. Between the clamps and the weighted ball ring, I was in pain. After a couple of minutes of pain, the clamps stopped the electrical impulses. Now I only had to endure the pressure of the clamps, and the weight stretching my balls.
Then the cycle began again. After several cycles, the pain from hanging began to set in. Then I heard someone scream, a muffled scream. Looking in the mirror, I realized it was me, trying to scream though the penis gag. I wanted Laura back, I wanted her to release me! Laura, please come back, my mind screamed! Tears began to run down my cheeks, and onto my lips. I would do anything for Laura, if only she would return and release me! Laura, Mistress, I am your slave, please comeback!
I don't know how long I hung there, but it seemed like forever. Then I heard the door. It opened, and Laura, my Mistress had returned! She knew that I was her fully submissive slave. I belonged to her. I was her pathetic, submissive male slave.
Releasing me, I groveled at her feet, kissing her boots, thanking her for returning and releasing this worthless slave. When she had enough of my groveling, she told me she was hungry, and to make her lunch. So, repeating the steps of the morning, it was back to the kitchen, and I being the slave cook.
End of Part 6