How I Became A Willing Sex Slave Part 9
One of my worst experiences with Master Peter...
This adventure is not easy to write but I have been ordered too by Mistress Rachel.
It had been a few weeks nice the Slave/Dom Party where is reconnected with my ex-housemate from University Rachel since then we would meet 2 or 3 times a week just to chat about stuff; you guys, girls, work and sex which was usually followed by a around or two of pussy eating.
I enjoyed spending time with her again and I must admit I was falling hard for Rachel. I always looked forward to our time together; it was during these precious moments where I forgot I was now a willing submissive. I had been used by more men in the last few months than I ever had been before. I was worlds away from the shy timed girl I was before I meant Master Peter: I was a total slut and wore that badge with pride.
This story takes place a few weeks after the Dom/slave party, after a usual day in the office; occasionally sucking the guys off in the toilet. I had just got home when I received a text from Master Peter, I opened it immediately and read:
“Slut, I have a task for you. You are to prepare yourself for a night out with one of the firm's clients. I want you to wear your leather mini skirt, the leather top boots and gloves I brought you, your hair and makeup should be slutty. You have 1 hour before I get home and you better be ready”.
My heart sank a little; the mini skirt in question was little more than a belt and the top was so tight that my breasts were always popping out whilst I wore it but i always enjoy wearing the boots they were thigh high and the gloves were nearly long enough to reach up to my shoulders.
I decided that if I were to dress like a whore I best scrub up too. I took a quick shower shaved my legs and pussy, paying close attention to ensure all the hair was gone and my legs, pussy and ass were all silky smooth. My hair was washed and done up the way Master likes and my nails were cleaned and polished. My makeup was extra slutty; bright red lipstick and heavy eye shadow. I squeezed into the outfit Master had ordered me to wear for the night out. I looked at myself in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself anymore; I looked like a hooker.
It was at the moment I heard the door open.
“Oh fuck, I should already be out there waiting...”
“Hey, Slave you better be ready!”
I walked out and greeted my Master by dropping to my knees before him.
“Oh my fucking God! You weren’t k**ding she is a total slut!”
With this second voice, my head raised.
“This is Gavin, Slave. He is a very important client at the firm; we will be entertaining him tonight”.
My heart sank and mind race “Entertaining” I thought...
“Good evening Sir.”
“Good Evening Janet.”
Master chimed in quickly;
“Call her slut, that's her name.”
A smile came over his face.
“Good Evening Slut, I see you are all prepared for our night out that is good."
“I’ll go freshen up Slave, you keep Gavin Company.”
Master left leaving me alone with Gavin, he was small and he was repulsive; late 50’s fat, smelling of stale beer, smoke and cheap cologne. His hair was so greasy you could easily fry and egg on it... I felt sick to my stomach at knowing I would end up having to fuck this guy at some point tonight...
Luckily Master wasn’t gone for very long, he returned holding an arm binder, studded leather collar and ball gag, head harness, a leash and blindfold and finally an anal hook and a clit vibe. Master immediately placed the things on the table and said;
“Now slave the collar and leash are of course a given, but you may choose 3 items you wish to wear for tonight.”
I looked, scanning the collection of articles and considered their long-term comfort, finally, I decided on the arm binders, clit vibe and ringed gag. I always liked to see where I am walking and the anal hook is uncomfortable for a night out.
Master helped into the arm binders attached the collar leash and ring gag.
“Wow Peter I am going to enjoy tonight,” Gavin said roughly.
After about 10 minutes there was a knock at the door, it was our regular taxi driver “All ready for a night out I see” he chuckled.
Once in the taxi, I assumed my place ready for Master's cock.
“No slave guest first”
My heart sank. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had to take care of Gavin.
I leaned over to him and he pushed my head into his lap and he spent the whole drive stroking my hair, which I admit, found him a little creepy.
The drove for about 30 mins before arriving at a fetish club Master knew off.
“Now Slave. Tonight you are to be the dirtiest, skankiest Whore in the joint; you are not allowed to deny anyone any pleasure or request, but you are not permitted to cum at all, but if you do so you will be publicly humiliated, is that understood?”
I nodded my understanding of the instructions.
We walked into the club and the noise of the heavy music and screams of both pain and pleasure hit me, not since the Dom/Slave party had I heard so much moaning.
Master handed the leash to Gavin and told him to have fun. He took it and immediately steered me to a booth, as we sat down Gavin's hand grabbed for my tits.
He spoke into my ear.
“You are such a dirty little slut, by the end of the night you are going to beg me to **** your ass...”
I started to feel uncomfortable with this guy, he gave off such a creepy serial killer vibe it actually scared me.
A few moments later my Master returned with a few drinks, he sat down and unzipped his trouser and straight away I was glad to get to work and start sucking on his big beautiful cock.
“Wow that slut of your sucks a mean cock, you are so lucky!”
“I know I am Gavin.”
I looked over to see Gavin had undone his trousers and was slowly wanking and that he was very impressive huge in fact, he must have been 12” long and very thick.
“Hahaha, look at your slut eying up my huge cock while she is sucking yours, think I should punish her?” Gavin asked.
“Go right ahead.”
“Come on Slut suck my huge cock!”
I didn’t have to be asked twice.
It was difficult to suck on Gavin’s cock because of the ring gag which was smaller than the diameter of his cock.
“Here slut let me take that off,” Master said.
Master undid my mouth gag and I went to work inhaling Gavin’s cock even though the guy gave off a creepy serial killer vibe, I can't deny I loved his cock.
As I was sucking Gavin, Master lifted my skirt and plunged he cock into my pussy and fucked me hard.
As Master Fucked me from behind, Gavin grabbed my head and pounded into my throat as though it were a pussy.
“Oh My Fucking God Peter you weren’t wrong, she doesn’t have a gag reflex!!”
It didn’t take long for a crowd to gather around us, there must have been about 15 or so guys, all watching me get fucked. Some of them already had their dicks out.
“You know what Peter? I think this slut should service every cock in this place,” Gavin said
“That is an excellent idea, come on slut!“
Master pulled out of my soaking wet cunt and pulled me off Gavin, he led me off to a room in the club. I was ordered to kneel down and master tied my leash around a loop on the floor.
He placed a sign around my neck that read:
"Slut free to service anyone."
Within a few moments of Master leaving the room, Gavin entered with a whole crowed in tow everyone of them had their dick out.
“Come on Slut get to work!!” Gavin barked.
I got to work servicing all the cocks, I was manhandled into various positions and swallowed more cock then I can remember. I was fucked in every hole several times and even pissed on (which I absolutely hated).
After the last guy was satisfied and left, Gavin stood up and pulled me to my feet and said: “Well now, it is my turn to punish you whore.”
He untied me and roughly steered me towards another room that contained a St Andrew's Cross. He tied me to it with leather straps, got a flogger and started whipping my back. Gavin, it turned out was a sadist, he enjoyed causing sluts pain and the more I cried the more it would mean he whipped and the strokes got harder the more I cried too.
After a few minutes, I was begging him to stop but he didn’t it felt like I was going to pass out from this torture that was being inflicted upon me, my tears were free-flowing and screams ear piercing but at the depths of pain and despair a Female voice shouted cutting through my agony to my very heart...
“Hey!!! I think she has had enough.”
“I am saved!!!!!" I thought it was Miss Rachel...
“I will fucking tell you when this slut has had enough!” Gavin yelled.
Miss Rachel walked elegantly in, and unerringly kneed the guy in the bollocks. While he was on the floor whimpering Miss Rachel called the bouncers and they escorted Gavin away from me; Miss Rachel though was all concern comforted me.
“Shush, Janet. It's over he won’t hurt you again.”
I opened my eyes to see my Master; he looked so pissed off at Gavin. Miss Rachel Immediately rounded on him.
“What the fuck was you thinking Peter? you let that fucking piece of shit loose on Janet Unsupervised? You know what he is like when he is all worked up!”
Miss Rachel just stood there glaring at Master Peter with fury in her eyes.
“If you can’t treat her with the respect she deserves Peter maybe I should take her off your hands!”
Master Peter said he was sorry and he shouldn’t have allowed Gavin to be alone with me.
“I am going to take her home OK?” Miss Rachel Said...
This was the first time I seriously considered leaving Master Peter.
These blogs were suggested my Master briljant94
Slave Kitten.
This adventure is not easy to write but I have been ordered too by Mistress Rachel.
It had been a few weeks nice the Slave/Dom Party where is reconnected with my ex-housemate from University Rachel since then we would meet 2 or 3 times a week just to chat about stuff; you guys, girls, work and sex which was usually followed by a around or two of pussy eating.
I enjoyed spending time with her again and I must admit I was falling hard for Rachel. I always looked forward to our time together; it was during these precious moments where I forgot I was now a willing submissive. I had been used by more men in the last few months than I ever had been before. I was worlds away from the shy timed girl I was before I meant Master Peter: I was a total slut and wore that badge with pride.
This story takes place a few weeks after the Dom/slave party, after a usual day in the office; occasionally sucking the guys off in the toilet. I had just got home when I received a text from Master Peter, I opened it immediately and read:
“Slut, I have a task for you. You are to prepare yourself for a night out with one of the firm's clients. I want you to wear your leather mini skirt, the leather top boots and gloves I brought you, your hair and makeup should be slutty. You have 1 hour before I get home and you better be ready”.
My heart sank a little; the mini skirt in question was little more than a belt and the top was so tight that my breasts were always popping out whilst I wore it but i always enjoy wearing the boots they were thigh high and the gloves were nearly long enough to reach up to my shoulders.
I decided that if I were to dress like a whore I best scrub up too. I took a quick shower shaved my legs and pussy, paying close attention to ensure all the hair was gone and my legs, pussy and ass were all silky smooth. My hair was washed and done up the way Master likes and my nails were cleaned and polished. My makeup was extra slutty; bright red lipstick and heavy eye shadow. I squeezed into the outfit Master had ordered me to wear for the night out. I looked at myself in the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself anymore; I looked like a hooker.
It was at the moment I heard the door open.
“Oh fuck, I should already be out there waiting...”
“Hey, Slave you better be ready!”
I walked out and greeted my Master by dropping to my knees before him.
“Oh my fucking God! You weren’t k**ding she is a total slut!”
With this second voice, my head raised.
“This is Gavin, Slave. He is a very important client at the firm; we will be entertaining him tonight”.
My heart sank and mind race “Entertaining” I thought...
“Good evening Sir.”
“Good Evening Janet.”
Master chimed in quickly;
“Call her slut, that's her name.”
A smile came over his face.
“Good Evening Slut, I see you are all prepared for our night out that is good."
“I’ll go freshen up Slave, you keep Gavin Company.”
Master left leaving me alone with Gavin, he was small and he was repulsive; late 50’s fat, smelling of stale beer, smoke and cheap cologne. His hair was so greasy you could easily fry and egg on it... I felt sick to my stomach at knowing I would end up having to fuck this guy at some point tonight...
Luckily Master wasn’t gone for very long, he returned holding an arm binder, studded leather collar and ball gag, head harness, a leash and blindfold and finally an anal hook and a clit vibe. Master immediately placed the things on the table and said;
“Now slave the collar and leash are of course a given, but you may choose 3 items you wish to wear for tonight.”
I looked, scanning the collection of articles and considered their long-term comfort, finally, I decided on the arm binders, clit vibe and ringed gag. I always liked to see where I am walking and the anal hook is uncomfortable for a night out.
Master helped into the arm binders attached the collar leash and ring gag.
“Wow Peter I am going to enjoy tonight,” Gavin said roughly.
After about 10 minutes there was a knock at the door, it was our regular taxi driver “All ready for a night out I see” he chuckled.
Once in the taxi, I assumed my place ready for Master's cock.
“No slave guest first”
My heart sank. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I had to take care of Gavin.
I leaned over to him and he pushed my head into his lap and he spent the whole drive stroking my hair, which I admit, found him a little creepy.
The drove for about 30 mins before arriving at a fetish club Master knew off.
“Now Slave. Tonight you are to be the dirtiest, skankiest Whore in the joint; you are not allowed to deny anyone any pleasure or request, but you are not permitted to cum at all, but if you do so you will be publicly humiliated, is that understood?”
I nodded my understanding of the instructions.
We walked into the club and the noise of the heavy music and screams of both pain and pleasure hit me, not since the Dom/Slave party had I heard so much moaning.
Master handed the leash to Gavin and told him to have fun. He took it and immediately steered me to a booth, as we sat down Gavin's hand grabbed for my tits.
He spoke into my ear.
“You are such a dirty little slut, by the end of the night you are going to beg me to **** your ass...”
I started to feel uncomfortable with this guy, he gave off such a creepy serial killer vibe it actually scared me.
A few moments later my Master returned with a few drinks, he sat down and unzipped his trouser and straight away I was glad to get to work and start sucking on his big beautiful cock.
“Wow that slut of your sucks a mean cock, you are so lucky!”
“I know I am Gavin.”
I looked over to see Gavin had undone his trousers and was slowly wanking and that he was very impressive huge in fact, he must have been 12” long and very thick.
“Hahaha, look at your slut eying up my huge cock while she is sucking yours, think I should punish her?” Gavin asked.
“Go right ahead.”
“Come on Slut suck my huge cock!”
I didn’t have to be asked twice.
It was difficult to suck on Gavin’s cock because of the ring gag which was smaller than the diameter of his cock.
“Here slut let me take that off,” Master said.
Master undid my mouth gag and I went to work inhaling Gavin’s cock even though the guy gave off a creepy serial killer vibe, I can't deny I loved his cock.
As I was sucking Gavin, Master lifted my skirt and plunged he cock into my pussy and fucked me hard.
As Master Fucked me from behind, Gavin grabbed my head and pounded into my throat as though it were a pussy.
“Oh My Fucking God Peter you weren’t wrong, she doesn’t have a gag reflex!!”
It didn’t take long for a crowd to gather around us, there must have been about 15 or so guys, all watching me get fucked. Some of them already had their dicks out.
“You know what Peter? I think this slut should service every cock in this place,” Gavin said
“That is an excellent idea, come on slut!“
Master pulled out of my soaking wet cunt and pulled me off Gavin, he led me off to a room in the club. I was ordered to kneel down and master tied my leash around a loop on the floor.
He placed a sign around my neck that read:
"Slut free to service anyone."
Within a few moments of Master leaving the room, Gavin entered with a whole crowed in tow everyone of them had their dick out.
“Come on Slut get to work!!” Gavin barked.
I got to work servicing all the cocks, I was manhandled into various positions and swallowed more cock then I can remember. I was fucked in every hole several times and even pissed on (which I absolutely hated).
After the last guy was satisfied and left, Gavin stood up and pulled me to my feet and said: “Well now, it is my turn to punish you whore.”
He untied me and roughly steered me towards another room that contained a St Andrew's Cross. He tied me to it with leather straps, got a flogger and started whipping my back. Gavin, it turned out was a sadist, he enjoyed causing sluts pain and the more I cried the more it would mean he whipped and the strokes got harder the more I cried too.
After a few minutes, I was begging him to stop but he didn’t it felt like I was going to pass out from this torture that was being inflicted upon me, my tears were free-flowing and screams ear piercing but at the depths of pain and despair a Female voice shouted cutting through my agony to my very heart...
“Hey!!! I think she has had enough.”
“I am saved!!!!!" I thought it was Miss Rachel...
“I will fucking tell you when this slut has had enough!” Gavin yelled.
Miss Rachel walked elegantly in, and unerringly kneed the guy in the bollocks. While he was on the floor whimpering Miss Rachel called the bouncers and they escorted Gavin away from me; Miss Rachel though was all concern comforted me.
“Shush, Janet. It's over he won’t hurt you again.”
I opened my eyes to see my Master; he looked so pissed off at Gavin. Miss Rachel Immediately rounded on him.
“What the fuck was you thinking Peter? you let that fucking piece of shit loose on Janet Unsupervised? You know what he is like when he is all worked up!”
Miss Rachel just stood there glaring at Master Peter with fury in her eyes.
“If you can’t treat her with the respect she deserves Peter maybe I should take her off your hands!”
Master Peter said he was sorry and he shouldn’t have allowed Gavin to be alone with me.
“I am going to take her home OK?” Miss Rachel Said...
This was the first time I seriously considered leaving Master Peter.
These blogs were suggested my Master briljant94
Slave Kitten.
6 年 前
