"Submissive "anything goes" male seeks live-in position with strict Mistress as sole slave or as part of a stable".
This was Paul's internet advert which received a swift, and unexpected reply:
"Mistress Crystal offers you the opportunity of a lifetime. Print and sign the attached contract before scanning and returning it. An immediate reply will qualify for a list of instructions, a delay will incur a rejection".
Paul quickly opened the attachment. It was a slave contract which quite simply relinquished all rights for the slave, gave permission for "Mistress" to perform any acts she deemed necessary, either for the well-being of the slave or for her purposes. Mistress agreed to safeguard the health of slave.
This was just the sort of thing Paul had been waiting for. The email had been in his in-box since yesterday. There was no time to lose! He quickly printed off the contract, signed it and sent it back with a covering email begging to be forgiven for the delay.
One week later, just when Paul thought that he must have been rejected, he received the acceptance email and instructions. He opened the message with his heart pumping, and his cock twitching. The message was short and stern:
"You are now my property. From receipt of this message you are forbidden to masturbate to ejaculation. Playing with what is now MY penis will therefore result solely in frustration. It is your choice.
Follow the attached instructions exactly. Failure to do so will result in severe punishment. You will not believe how much pain my disobedient slaves suffer." Paul opened the attached instructions and read:
"You will prepare yourself in advance. All hair is to be removed from around the penis and testicles, and from the crack of your buttocks. You will shower, paying particular attention to those areas.
You will be on the train that arrives at Banford Forest station at 11.15 on Monday next.
You will wear a pair of light blue shorts and tee-shirt, a pair of light, flip-flop style sandals and NOTHING ELSE!
You will arrive without any money, credit cards etc and your pockets will be empty.
On arrival you will approach the black Volvo estate car in the station carpark. From that point on you will obey ALL spoken commands".
Paul had the urge to rub his already stiff cock. He re-read the message. His heart pumped as the adrenalin surged around his body. He had signed up to life as a sex slave!! He had had several partners who had indulged his fantasies but always with love and tenderness. Visits to prostitutes were quickly over and represented a "one-off" episode of slavery. This would be different.
The rythmic clicketyclack of the train wheels sent Paul into a daydream. His cock swelled in the blue shorts as he thought about how he would be treated by his new mistress. He imagined himself tied up, his erection twitching as Madame settled onto it. She would glide up and down until he nearly came, stopping as she orgasmed and then slowly wanking him off, "forcing" him to an explosive orgasm.
The train stopped at a station and Paul woke to a panic. Was this Banford Forest? No. It was the station before Banford. Paul mentally checked through the list of instructions. He had shaved his cock, balls and crack. He had had a huge erection during this process and seeing his genitals completely exposed turned him on. He was wearing only shorts, t-shirt, and sandals which made him feel "available" especially being shaved; one quick yank and his private parts would be on view to the world! He could feel the flimsy material of the shorts rubbing on his foreskin, swelling his cock embarrasingly.
The train drew into Banford Forest station and Paul took a deep breath and got off the train. He was beyond the point of no return now; he had no money for the return trip and was a very long way from home. He didn't even consider the possibility of hitching a lift dressed as he was.
He could see the Volvo estate in the carpark and walked towards it. As he approached the rear passenger door opened and a female voice told him to get in. The windows were all smoked glass and when he closed the door his eyes were unaccustomed to the low level of light.
There were two women in the front of the car. "Climb into the very rear of the car, and remain silent. I don't want to hear a sound from you." one of them ordered. Paul climbed over the rear seat and almost stepped on a young woman, with her hands and ankles cuffed behind her. She was also wearing blue shorts and tee-shirt. One of the women from the front came around and opened the hatchback door and snapped cuffs on Paul in the same fashion as the girl. She slammed the door shut and got in. The car sped off. Paul heard the two women talking as they drove. "What a nice touch with the hand-cuffs Julie. They will be unable to play with themselves, or each other." "Yes, I expect the male wanks alot, as they all do. The males are the worst, but the female looks like she no stranger to the middle finger!" The two women chuckled. The two slaves looked at each other, emarrassed. Paul liked the look of the other slave. She was perhaps thirty years old but had a slight figure and elf-like features. He could just make out a small pair of breasts through the tee-shirt, with two small peanut nipples stiff at the tips. Clearly she was experiencing some sexual excitement. If she had had the same type of instructions as he, she would not be wearing knickers.
They were not secured in the boot and as the car weaved along the country roads they slid about. The woman who had put the cuffs on Paul had arranged him head to toe with the girl. As they were jostled about, they rubbed against one another. Paul was heavier and therefore moved less. At one stage the girl slid into a position where her face was against Paul's groin. She must have felt the growing stiffness in Paul's shorts against her face. She turned her head away but still had her cheek rubbing Paul's erection. A minute later she was dislodged by another corner and Paul saw her disapproving look.
Some time later the car turned through a wooden gated entry and into a medium sized enclosed garden. The gate closed automatically and the car drew to a halt at the side of a house. The hatchback door was opened by the woman who had handcuffed Paul. She unlocked their ankle cuffs and ordered them to get out of the car. The girl climbed out first, with difficulty as her hands were still locked. Paul fell to the ground as he tried to get out of the boot. As he struggled to stand up he was aware that his shorts were quite wide legged and his cock and balls were probably visible. The woman helped him to his feet with a little smile.
The woman led the two slaves into the house. It was a very large Victorian detatched house with a walled garden and outbuildings. She took them into a side room which had many hooks, eyes and chains fixed in the ceiling. There were also many dungeon type items of furniture including two horizontal, parallel, metal rails at waist height, about a yard apart, with ceiling hooks above each bar. The woman undid their cuffs and attached their wrists to one of the ceiling hooks. They were facing each other, about a yard apart, their arms held high. Each of them had their buttocks resting against a horizontal bar, pushing their hips forward. The woman cut Paul's and the girl's tee-shirts off with a pair of scissors that she found on a side table with many tools on. The girl squirmed in embarrassment as the cloth slipped to the floor and her small breasts were revealed. "Now, now," said the woman. "don't be shy, we will all see a lot more of you in a few minutes."
Paul focussed on her pert breasts, stretched flat by her raised arms.