Slave wanted Part 1
If this is not your thing what the hell are you doing on here? If your underage I am not going to stop you reading this so what's the point. And if you're a Christian who finds this thing evil and distasteful go to your local vicar for a good hard shag.
The two main characters in this piece of fiction are both based on myself one is my dominant side and the other my submissive side. A little like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Right where to begin, I suppose the reason I am writing this is to put down on paper my thoughts dreams ambitions and general desires.
First point is how I got here, it wasn't that I was forced here against my will, because I came here willingly and it was me looking for an experience. I was on the internet hunting for some good hard core porn when I saw an advert; it was a simple enough advert with no pictures
Slave wanted Looks and age are unimportant, within reason. Attitude and willingness are vital. The applicant must be willing to participate in bondage and S&M. And put up with grunge and piss play. Send an e-mail to slave_applicant@hotmail.com
So I applied and the reply I got was a simple instruction, it was a time and a date three days from now and a location, it was a coffee shop on the local high street. So in three weeks I got there an hour early so I could get a feel for the place and the right table that I had been instructed to get. It was in the corner on its own with no other tables near it; I got out the book I was told to read when he arrived, some obscure fantasy fiction. My coffee arrived and the minutes ticked by slowly after 45 minutes I went and ordered another coffee and went back and sat down.
One hour later at exactly 4 pm a big burly man walked in, dressed in faded jeans and a fitted shirt he ordered a double espresso and a glass of water. He then walked over and sat down opposite me, "so you arrived, I am glad." "Yes sir," I replied nervously "No need for formalities yet," "Richard" he said extending his hand. "Bill" I replied shaking his hand, whilst trying to stop shaking. "Do you want a drink? Or something to eat?" he offered as his espresso arrived and after stirring it and drinking it. "Iced tea and a piece of short bread if your offering" I replied "Yea sure, be back in a moment" he said
As he got up and turned to go and go to the bar I got a square on view of his rear, those rippling muscles running up and down his thighs, when he came back we talked about a whole myriad of different things our pasts and present our hopes and dreams, we had so much in common. It was a really relaxed conversation he soon put me at ease. "So are you up for coming over to my place for a sort of try out, I'm not doing anything tonight or tomorrow, what about you" he said "I'm not doing anything for the rest of the week" I replied "good my car is just outside"
We went outside and his car was just there a large 4x4 pick up. We drove to the outskirts of town to a large detached house surrounded a large brick wall and wrought iron fence. He pulled up the drive and into the garage. "So are you sure you want to go through with this?" Richard said. "Yes I am sure" I replied. "So we will start with the formalities." He then led through the house to the living room. He pulled out a sheet of paper.
Name Bill Jekyll Age 18 I herby give Richard Hyde authority over my body for the next 24 hours and permission to use me as he wishes as long as no permanent damage is done to me. Signed Bill Jekyll and Richard Hyde
I sign and the paper is put to one side
Richard gets up "come on bill were going to the pit" I follow Richard we go through the house he opens a door to a flight of stairs and below there is a dark room with just the light from the door way, I followed Richard into the room; he shut the door and the only source of light. I felt him walking behind me, he held on to my shoulders. He guided me over through the dark, "arms!" I had my arms lifted and leather cuffs buckled around my wrists, I was left hanging there in the dark.
Suddenly a blinding light hit my retinas as Richard turned on a bright white light that just illuminated me I could see some of the basic outlines of pieces of furniture but no detail. Richard then came up to me and proceeded to shred my clothes half ripping half cutting them. I soon became totally naked, Richard then went of to one of the shelves and bought a zip lock package over, when he opened it I could immediately smell it was a piss soaked cum stained leather jockstrap.
Richard then lifted each of my feet sliding the foul garment up my legs until it nestled my moderately sized package. Richard then put some ankle restraints on me and secured them to eyelets on the floor so my legs became spread but I was completely supported by my wrists. He then went over to one of the shelves and got a roll of Clingfilm and proceeded to wrap my crotch with it. The Clingfilm became hot and sweaty especially with the foul jockstrap. Richard then went to the door turned the light off
"Don't bother screaming this room is sound proofed" with this he opened the door went through it and locked it. I was left there with this foul garment cling filmed to my crotch hanging from my wrists.
After a while my wrists became sore and my shoulders were aching so when the lights for the entire room were turned on I was shocked the room was a large red brick vaulted room with arches on the wall I was facing each one was filled with shelving and each shelf was laden with a whole manner of different implements of pain and pleasure. Directly in front of me there was a shelf of dildos ranging tin size from very small to enormous and of varying materials, rubber metal glass and some apparently of hardwood.
To my left the "pit" went on for a good way and it was filled with all manner of different pieces of equipment a number of slings a few benches and tables and a large chair with straps and a whole manner of different straps.
"My shoulders are hurting Richard" I say as he is stood in front of me.
Richard went behind me, I glanced over and he was retrieving a large paddle, he swung it hard at my arse even through the cling film it stung.
"Now you call me sir, grunge pig" he spat.
"Yes sir" Richard then went over to the shelving and picked up a reasonable sized butt plug, he then came behind me, tore a small hole in the Clingfilm and held it up to my mouth "suck boy" so I sucked and covered it in my saliva he then rammed it home, he then wrapped the whole back up with Clingfilm. He then went to another shelf and bought over a well uses leather hood. He then unlaced the back and put it over my head. The hood had holes in it for breathing and for my eyes. Sir then fitted a cock shaped gag to the hole and a leather blindfold.
Sir then un hooked my ankles and attached them together and linked my wrists together, he then let my wrists down and carried me to one of the tables with straps. I felt the leather straps being tightened and I became immobile. I was left there in a stinking jockstrap cling filmed to my crotch and a leather hood. And secured to a leather covered table by multiple straps.
To be continued Any feed back would be appreciated e-mail slave_applicant@hotmail.com