The following story is fiction. But like all fiction, there is some truth in it. I write these stories for myself but like to share them with others.
If you find my stories to your interest, or not, you may contact me at rick_blaine69@hotmail.com. I am always glad to hear from my readers.
Laura's Slave
By
Rick
She told me it was time for me to leave, the weekend was over. I was free to return to my boring existence. I immediately became sad. But she told me not to be sad, because Friday was only 5 days away. That perked me up.
She told me to get up and get dressed. When I was ready, she led me back up the stairs and to the entry way. She told me to return on Friday at 7:00 pm sharp! I told her I was her obedient slave. I walked to my car, and turned back, but the door was already closed and the house was completely dark.. I stood there for a moment, and wondered if I had been dreaming. But no, for I was still wearing my slave collar.
And got into my car and headed home, wondering what delightful pain and pleasure Laura would give me next weekend.
Part 9
When I got home I realized how exhausted I was. I took a hot shower and collapsed into bed. I must have fallen into a deep sleep, then I had dreams of Laura. In my dreams she did not give me any pain, only pleasure. We sucked each others cocks, I licked her anal flower. She fucked me into unknown heights of pleasure. I awoke with an orgasm. It was then that I realized I still wore the slave collar, and had no way of getting it off. I couldn't leave the house. I was trapped until Friday. But the collar also reminded me of Laura, and how I was truly her slave.
Each day I wondered what she had in store for me. And each night I dreamed of ecstasy with my Laura, my Mistress who owned me. I kept myself naked, only wearing my slave collar. I am not sure why I did this, but in my mind I felt that it was some form of humiliation. Humbling my self as her slave.
Friday Morning a package came. In it was a note from Laura with instructions to wear the costume that came with it. I was to put it on before leaving the house, and it was all I was allowed to wear driving to our meeting. The package contained locking wrist and ankle cuffs, a black leather bra and matching bikini panties, a leash for the collar, and cock and ball rings. Also included was a package of makeup, bright red lipstick, rouge, blue eyeliner, false eye lashes, and bright red nail polish. And to top it off, a wig of bright red hair and a pair of red high-heeled shoes . All with instructions on how to put them on. More humiliation.
There was also a map, with the route clearly marked out to get to the house.
The route would take two hours to get to her house. I was to leave at 5:00 p.m. while it was still light outside. The route would take me through rush hour traffic where I would be visible not only to people in other vehicles but also to pedestrians.
Doing the best I could, I put on the make-up. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I thought that I was a passable women. Not beautiful, but average looking. I put on the wig, bra, the cock and ball rings, and then the panties. I put on the cuffs, and then the shoes. Oh, the shoes. Standing in them was almost impossible. But I managed to walk over to the full length mirror, and gasped at what I saw. I looked like an extremely cheap hooker. And I was to go out in public! But as I continued to gaze into the mirror, I also saw the slave that I was. This is what Laura wanted, and if she wanted to humiliate me, then so be it.
At 5:00 p.m. sharp, I pulled out of my garage, hoping none of my neighbors saw me. I lucked out and made it out of the neighborhood. Soon I was on a main street, and I could feel people looking at me. I can only imagine what they were thinking, and I didn't want to think that. For the next two hours I was gawked at, yelled at, and a couple of times propositioned. Even though I kept my windows closed, I could still hear them. I was called many names, fag, queer, cocksucker, and so on. Even women got in on it. One yelled out and asked if I would be her slave. But of course, I already was a slave.
I made it to Laura's on time, glad not to be stopped by a cop. I rang the door bell, but no one answered. As I stood on the porch, I started to worry if someone saw me. I rang several more times before Laura opened the door. She could tell I was embarrassed, even through the makeup. She laughed at me, telling me I looked like a cheap tart. She didn't have to tell me, I knew. She made me a cheap tart.
After several minutes, she let me in. She told me to remove the panties, which I obediently did. Seeing the cock and ball rings, she attached a leash to them instead of to my collar. Pulling the leash, she lead me downstairs to our room.
She had me stand in the middle of the room, and walked around me. She examined me up and down. She told me that I looked like an over-the-hill drag queen, but it fit me to a "T". She told me she had some other outfits to me to model for her tonight. She wanted to make sure she picked the best one for me to wear the next day.
Laura had me strip everything off except my collar, cuffs, and cock and ball rings. Then she then had me go to the closet and take out four boxes. Opening the first box, I found a sheer baby-doll sleep set. It consisted of a black bra, bikini panties with a slits in front and back, a sheer, short nightie, and matching mules. She had me put it on, first the panties, then the bra and nightie, and slip into the mules. She told me to look into the mirror and admire what a beautiful drag queen I was. With my wig and make-up, I was a beauty to behold. With the slits in the bikini, it would not be necessary to take them off for sex, a could maintain my womanly appearance.
After taking pictures of me, Laura had me strip down and put the nightie outfit back into its box. Opening up box number two, I found an evening gown of sheer nylon, with matching bra and high-heel shoes, all in pink. There was also a pair of earrings, long raindrop shape, about three inches long, in a light pink color. The gown was open in the back, revealing the top of my ass crack. The front had a bare mid-drift, exposing me from just below my "breasts" to just above my pubic hairs. Their were no panties. After dressing, I looked in the mirror and admired how good I looked. I was beginning to enjoy being a drag queen. After taking pictures, Laura told me undress again and place gown and all back into the box.
Box number three held a cheerleader's outfit. Once again the bikinis exposed my now not-so-privates and "pussy". The outfit was white with red trim, as were the socks and gym shoes. The bikini was red. The lettering on the front read "University of Drag Queens", and the back read "Captain Queenie". The red bra was heavily padded to fill out the top. I put on my outfit, and thought it was great. Laura patted me on the ass, which I took as a complement, then again took pictures.
Stripping down once again, I put the outfit back in its box, and opened box number four. I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with a connecting chain and a heavy looking weight. Laura told me to put them on, and I obediently did. She tightened the clamps, and let the weight do its job. It hurt! Next I pulled out a black, battery operated dildo with straps. Bending over, Laura shoved all of its nine inches up my ass, its thickness giving me pain. She strapped it on me, and turned it on. The vibration was a killer.
She turned it off. Next I took out some more weights, these she attached to my ball sacks to stretch them out. Next I took out a bar which she attached to my ankle cuffs, keeping my legs spread about two feet.
Lastly, Laura attached the chains from the ceiling and pulled my hands up toward the ceiling. Hanging spread eagle, she walked around me, doing her inspection. She thought out loud about whether or not to use a gag, or make me wear my leather hood. After several minutes of verbal thinking, she decided not to use either one. She asked how I was feeling, and I told her that my nipples hurt really bad, and that my balls felt like they were ready to fall off. Then she turned the dildo back on. It drove me crazy! I was at first moaning and groaning, then screaming. I began to beg her to free me, and when she didn't, I begged louder. But to no avail.
She sat down in her chair and watched me hang. She obviously was enjoying it. But I wasn't. I don't know how long I hung there. But after a while, I gave up screaming and just moaned and mumbled. I think I passed out, because the next thing I clearly remember was lying in bed, and looking up at Laura. She was kneeling between my legs, her cock rigid with anticipation. My nipples and balls hurt, and my ass still seemed to vibrate. Laura's cock was dripping precum, I knew she was ready to fuck me.
I raised my knees up towards my shoulders, and she put her cock to my male pussy. With a quick shove she was in me. It felt good. Fucked me slowly for a long time, and my dick was dripping precum. Then, with a rush, she pounded my ass until she filled me with her cum. I shot my wad along with her.
For the next couple of hours, she sucked my sore tits, played with my balls, and fucked me some more. She fucked me until she couldn't cum any more.
End of part 9