It seems like yesterday when I first began to email HIM. Feeling the butterflies in my stomach, when a message was in my inbox. Nervously typing my reply to HIM, making sure everything was perfect. It all began when I was at University and had access to my friend’s computer. I wasn’t a virgin at the time, but sexually naive. I had blown a guy at prom, and later that night we had sex. Plus there was the guy from next door, whom I had sex with a couple of times. However little did I know about the rabbit hole I was about to stumble into.
My friend was out and she had allowed me access to her computer. I turned on the screen and there in front of me, on the screen, was a girl tied up. I had no idea why or how it got there, I never did ask. Instantly I felt wet between my legs, and could not take my eyes off the screen. I scrolled down the screen and read. It was a website for female slaves. I run my fingers across the screen and my heart pounded as I imagined it to be me. My hands shaking as I used the mouse, I looked at the pictures and read. It all seemed so exciting to me, to give oneself to another. Right then and there I knew who I was, it all made sense.
It was about two weeks later that I was in a chat room for female slaves, when HE messaged me. It was like HE knew who I was. Things developed slowly, HE set me tasks and I found myself doing things, I never thought possible. I was sending photographs to HIM, finally after 6 months, I was going to visit. HE had brought the plane ticket, and I had strict instructions of what to do.
I arrived at the airport and checked in; I watched as other men looked at me with lust, I had never really considered myself as a sexual object until I met HIM. I was 5 foot exactly and weighed around 110lbs. My breasts were 36B and I had a cute little ass, which I did consider my best feature. My pussy was trimmed, and my long blonde hair hung just below my shoulders. All the attention I received was HIS doing; I was wearing a very short denim skirt that just covered my ass. I had on a white tight top that covered my breasts but no bra, it stopped just above my stomach. My nipples were constantly hard at the glances I got from the men. I was told by HIM, that I had to befriend a guy and blow him in the departure lounge. I looked around the room, so nervous. There were many men watching me. I had 1 hour and 12 minutes before boarding. I was not going to let HIM down.
I looked around again, and saw one man smiling at me; he was dressed in a business suit, probably around late 40’s. I stood and walked over to him, letting out a huge breath as I approached. I had no idea how I was going to start this, so I just thought honesty was best. I explained the situation, and the guy laughed. I sat confused. I went to get up and he grabbed my arm. He said that if a pretty little girl wants to suck his cock, he was more than happy to oblige. We walked to the quieter end of the departure lounge and he ushered me into the men’s washroom. I felt so dirty, but so alive. It’s hard to explain, like my first real task to please HIM, and I would do everything to make sure I completed it right. I could only imagine HIM being so proud of me blowing this complete stranger.
The guy walked into the stall and I followed, he lowered the seat and sat on it. I almost forgot. I went into my purse and pulled out a letter. HE had mailed it to me a week previous, and it was to be given to my blow job choice. The guy opened the letter and read. He put the letter into his pocket and unzipped his pants and leaned back. I had no choice but to kneel on the washroom floor, I pulled his penis from his pants and already it was hard and coated in precum. I could smell the musty scent of his cock, but closed my eyes and started to gently lick the head, swallowing a mixture of his pre cum and my own saliva. I slowly licked down the shaft and he stood and removed his pants. He sat back down; legs wide open so I could lick his balls. Doing this above the toilet was somehow even more erotic for me. All the time I was thinking how pleased He would be.
I really started to get into this; even small moans escaped my mouth, as I licked up and down his shaft. The guy grabbed me by the hair and aimed his cock at my mouth. I took it in slowly, and then he rammed it deep into my throat, my throat opening as his cock forced me to gag. He held his cock there, I was struggling to breathe. He pulled me away and seconds later, his cock was deep in my throat again. I tried to suck, and do a good job but he was just fucking my mouth. My carefully applied make up streaming down my face, as tears flowed from my eyes, at the constant gagging. I could hear his groaning, and I timed my breathing so I could get a small amount of air in my lungs before my airway was blocked. Finally I felt his body convulse and his movements slowed as he came. I had no choice but to swallow, as his cock sent the cum straight down my throat.
The guy stood and told me he had something to do from the letter. I lifted my skirt and the guy told me to bend over. I did and this guy bit my ass so hard. I squealed and tears began to flow again. He also informed me I was not to remove or reapply my makeup. The guy thanked me and said he would look forward to seeing me again. He left the washroom. I sat and calmed myself. I reached around and touched my ass. Small spots of blood were on my finger from the bite, and I could feel the raised lump. I adjusted my skirt and left the stall; I walked over to the mirror and looked at my face. Luckily it was not too bad, just a lot of mascara smudges. I slowly crept out of the washroom.
I did not see the guy whom I blew; I think he may have been on a different flight. On the plane I tried to relax, but my heart pounded in my ears. I nearly jumped when the fasten seat belts sign came on to say we were landing. Once off the plane, I had to tell myself to calm a few times.
As I exited the arrival doors, it took me only seconds to see HIM. He stood around 6 foot 3 and was close to 200lbs. HIS blue eyes piercing my skin, as he smiled. I watched HIM looking at the other men watching me. HIS smile grew. I felt the moisture between my legs. As I got closer I could not help but run. I dropped my bag at HIS feet and wrapped my legs around HIM. The first kiss was insane. His tongue searching my mouth, me biting his lip, I was so close to cumming in HIS arms. HIS powerful arms, so many times I dreamt of this moment. HIS firm hand was on my ass, as he held me close.
HE put me on the floor and steadied me as I swayed. HE whispered in my ear “Welcome slut.” I smiled widely and it was at that point my heart froze. HIS face changed as he looked at the wet spot on HIS black shirt, from my pussy. HE took my arm and dragged me from the airport. We got out into the parking lot; it was around 7.30pm, so thankfully it was getting dark. HE opened the trunk and tossed my purse inside. “You have a very important decision to make right now.” HE said squeezing my arm hard. Even by the simplest of actions, my pussy continued to remind me of how excited I was just to have HIS attention. “What is the decision?” I asked softly, trying not to let HIM hear the fear in my voice. HE went to the front of the car, and returned with a box. HE opened it and inside was a soft black collar. HE had discussed collaring with me, but I did not think it would happen so soon. We had discussed many times the implications of being collared and I knew what HE was giving up for me. He pulled from HIS back pocket a return plane ticket. “Your choice.” HE said loudly. HIS voice, waking me from a mini daydream. I had no hesitation in reaching my hand out for the collar. He took the collar from the box and fastened it around my neck. He leaned in and kissed my neck, biting my ears, as I leant my head back letting a large groan escape. He pulled back, looked at me and for the first time I really took HIM in, it’s strange but with my collar now firmly in place, HE was even more intimidating than I first thought.
“Now we have a few issues to deal with before we leave.” HE ran his hand over my ass. I winced as HE found the bite mark. “So, my slut completed task one.” HE said with a smile.
“Yes” I replied.
“Instantly HE grabbed my hard nipple and twisted until I whimpered. “Yes....WHAT??”
“Yes Master” I moaned.
“Plus there is a little matter of this. “ HE pointed to the mark on his shirt. I swallowed hard. “Lean into my trunk” He demanded. I leant into HIS trunk without hesitating. My head was resting on the carpet in the trunk, as I felt HIM lift my skirt to my waist. I had no panties on as HE had requested, and I was so embarrassed. I could only pray no one would see. HIS first strike took me totally off balance, and I held myself up with my hands. My skin burning from the first hit. “Thank You Master.” I said, knowing this is what HE expected. Two through eight were painful, but I could cope. Thanking HIM each time, a blow was delivered to my right ass cheek. For nine and ten, he delivered them with HIS leather belt. Tears were rolling down my face. I tried so hard to hold my tears in; I wanted to be such a good slave. Finally he finished with one final blow, delivered with the belt buckle over the bite mark. It was at that point I nearly blacked out, and he lifted me and let me collapse in the trunk. To be continued…..
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