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INTERVIEW:
It doesn't matter how I got here; it's only important that I was here now. The sign on the door was vague in its reference to consulting which I thought a pretty wry joke. I was nervous but serene now that I had finally made my decision. It was difficult to recognize who and what you are and then move to attain a position as that person.
At 22 I was young but experienced. I thought of myself as a talented cocksucker but here I was applying for a position as a sex slave much like you would interview for a job as a bank teller. I knew just enough about the sex club to know that it was for me; what I didn't know is what the interview would entail. I was alone with my thoughts in the waiting room as a pretty young woman called my name.
The office was quite plush with thick carpet and lots of walnut trim. My interviewer introduced himself as Mr. Spade. He was about 45 years old, a bit heavier than ideal and 6 foot tall. There was no hand shaking or happy talk and without an invitation I just stood there as he read my application. Mr. Spade barely acknowledged my presence. I was embarrassed as the application was full of very personal questions that defined who I was. The receptionist returned with a coffee for Mr. Slade without so much as even asking me if I wanted anything. "Gayle, have the boy strip down please." The woman showed me a chair where my clothes could go and I gulped a little but complied, I had come to far not to.
It was humiliating to strip naked in front of two strangers but it was also strangely erotic. It seemed that I had been standing there for an hour when finally Mr. Slade began my interview.
"I see that you feel you're a fit in our club? We get many applications from people who think they want to be slaves but are really just play acting; that's why we started this interview process. I'm sure you noticed that our slaves have to be volunteers, no kidnapping or coercion for us. We've found that the best cocksuckers are the ones that are eager to serve. The men and women serving at our club think only of pleasing the man or woman they are servicing and are excited by the shear humiliation of it all. This interview will determine if your worthy of being one of our club sex slaves."
"You should know that the club was started by some wealthy couples that wanted a place to relax and be serviced in any way they want much like it was in ancient Rome for the elites. It took a while to find out those eager, happy submissives made much better cocksuckers. I'm using the word cocksucker but you understand that you'll be servicing men and women, cunts and cocks; from your application I know you're good with this but let's just be sure."
"Gayle, why don't you let Bobby here lick your cunt?" Gayle sat down on a big leather chair, pulled up her dress and spread her legs. She was panty less and her shaved cunt was inviting as she scrunched forward on the chair. "Go ahead Bobby, get to it boy." I was mesmerized as I knelt down in front of the chair. "Take a few nice long sniffs Bobby; there's nothing that smells quite like cunt is there. As an added treat we've had Gayle refrain from wiping as she last peed. That'll give you a new taste that you should become familiar with." I snaked my tongue out and tentatively licked at her puffy cunt lips before diving into her wet, pink slit. I really wanted to be accepted and was trying my best. It wasn't hard because I found her cunt delicious; the slight taste of piss was making me high.
"Get into it boy, lap it up." I sucked and licked until she came giving me a pleasant little squirt on my tongue. With a sigh Gayle grabbed my ears and pulled my face out of her crotch. "That was pretty good Bobby, only one more test, time to meet Mr. Gibson now."
Mr. Gibson was in the next office, a very posh walnut trimmed power room. I was uncomfortable in the extreme walking to the big desk on the thick carpet stark naked. Mr. Gibson actually got up from the desk and walked over to greet me. I noticed that he was about 45 years old and slightly paunchy. "Hello Bobby, I've been waiting for you, here have a seat." The leather chair was cold on my bare ass and only made me more aware of the humiliation of my nudity.
"By now you know a little about our club and it's my job to finish the interview and fill in the rest of the blanks for you. Our little club has quite a few members both Submissives and Dominant. You've already been told that we've found that voluntary works best. You now know that you're a sub and you'll be perfectly safe although sometimes members use a short riding crop or a slap to better focus the service. There will be things you're told to perform that might be new to you or even distasteful. Our experience is that if a submissive lets himself think only as a slave without any choice they always end up enjoying their service. It's simply a mindset thing. True subs seek the humiliation of having no choice and derive satisfaction in pleasing a Master or Mistress. I think it's time for your last test, get on the floor between my legs while we talk, I'll get comfortable."
I slid off the chair just as Mr. Gibson removed his pants and sat down. I was mesmerized; his cock was simply huge with a thick pink head on the end. "We know from your application that you like gloryholes. You'll find that we like it much more up close and personal. Get in there and just nuzzle my balls, sniff my scent and lick as we talk."
"Our members are used to being pampered and expect the best. In our conversations about the club our dominant members refer to you subs as personal slaves. It's actually very personal and if you're able to let yourself go and free your mind you'll find that you fit in perfectly. Right now your licking my balls as we talk; I bet your also wondering just how my big cock will feel in your throat. This is what you want and we'll give you all the cunt and cock that you need. I've got a ring on that all of your new owners wear, when you see a ring like this you know you have to submit and service one of your betters. Its all very simple; there are people born to be served and others born to serve. Why don't you take just my cockhead in your mouth and just suckle it now."
His cockhead was big and stretched my mouth as It entered my mouth. It felt good. "We have now expanded to three different club locations and eventually you'll serve in them all. Many of our members enjoy having a boy like you visit their home or business to service them and of course you'll find the mystery and anticipation of a blind date with an owner exciting. I keep referring to our members as your owners because that is really who they are; our members own you just as if they had purchased you at a slave market. "
"its time for me to show you just where you fit in. I'll fasten your hands behind your back; that'll make it more difficult for you but it does concentrate a slave boy on his task.
Master fully opened his robe showing his entire crotch and that magnificent hard cock. "This is your real Master, serving cock and cunt was what you were born for if you're a true slave. Go ahead lick the head, let's see your tongue boy." I stuck out my tongue and gently ran it across the cock head.
"Consider this as your final test boy, you'll find it quite a bit more difficult to blow me without using your hands, let's see how you do." I leaned in and felt that now familiar feeling as the rubbery cockhead entered my mouth and Master locked my wrist cuffs behind me.
" For now just nurse on the cockhead, without your hands you're helpless in front of your Master; this should free you to serve his needs without question, you have no choice." He was right I felt free and also much more like a slave completely under my Master's control.
"Think about it as you suck my cock, once your on your knees you are owed no real consideration or respect from the man using you for his pleasure. The fact is He's a real man and you're but a slave cocksucker. A lot of cocksuckers wish that they were not what they are and many try to deny the reality of it but a true slave will revel in his humiliation. Slave Cocksuckers might look like men, after all, they have a dick between their legs like men, and they act like men sometimes except when it comes to sex. But a cocksucker's dick is only for pissing. He needs another man's cock to obtain the pleasure normal males get from their own cocks. So you surrender yourself to your owner in order to be fulfilled. You kneel and submit to your superior offering yourself for his pleasure. If he takes you up on your offer, you get the honor of sucking his dick and feeling sexually whole while he uses you."
"Slave cocksuckers exist only to use their mouth cunt to give men pleasure. You drew the short straw, you're a cocksucker, not a man and you belong on your knees servicing your owner. It is indeed your lot. Obviously you have reached the point where you know what you are--a submissive cocksucker. You're not a man yourself, but just a way for a real man to enjoy his prick. A means to an end, indeed a cunt with a tongue."
At our club the ladies will use you as a bidet lapping out their cunt until it's nice and clean. If your very lucky the lady might piss in your mouth. In any event you'll feel your best when your mouth is full of cum or piss and your better smiles and gives you a pat on the head."
"It's time now for you to get a real-time feel for just what your role will be. Suck me off now." I began a slow and steady sucking on his thick cock. It stretched my lips as wide as they had ever been. He was right it was more difficult sucking cock without using my hands. I was trying hard to please but must have fallen short as Master grabbed my head and forced his prick into my throat opening. I gagged and gagged as he held my face tight into his balls. My eyes were watering as he slowly pulled my head up on his cock until only his cockhead rested on my lips. I was gasping and coughing but kept that big head in my mouth as he lightly patted my cheeks. "That's Ok boy, not to bad for your first time. You've been sucking cock like a little girl, it's time to learn how men want a cocksucker to perform. Suck me off again and get ready. I suggest that as I begin forcing your throat you swallow; it'll ease entry into your throat. " Once again he used his hands to stroke my head up and down on his cock going a little farther each time. He was actually using my mouth to jerk himself off. He told me to take a breath and then plunged into my throat. I gagged but it was better as he pulled out again. I kinda sensed he was close as his cock swelled even larger. His cockhead rested on my tongue as he spurted out creamy. Salty cum.
"Don't swallow boy, just let it fill your mouth then squish it around. It'll help you get used to the taste of man-cum. You'll soon feel out of sorts if you don't have an after taste of cum in your mouth. " I liked the taste and as I looked at his face and that sly smirk I felt every bit the slave. "Ok boy swallow my cock juice down." I gulped it down and licked my lips clean. I didn't have to be told, remembering what he had told me, and began licking his softening prick off.
I was freed and dressed when Mr. Gibson gave me a ring that signified my acceptance as a club slave. The ring was simple, just a silver ring with a pinkish stone set in it. I was made to understand that club Mistresses and Masters had an elegant gold ring with a black stone in it. Anyone with that ring was my owner and I should service them as a good slave would. I had arrived.
To Be Continued: