Another of Life's Surprises

[marauder13]

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I finally dragged myself out of bed 2 hours after I woke up. Even then only because my bladder was screaming it was full and my stomach growling that it was empty. I dealt with them in order and sat down on the sofa in front of the TV, watching some World War 2 doco.

That pretty much summed up the last few weeks of my life. My parents had been killed in a car accident. Some drunk couldn't tell the difference between red and green when his blood alcohol level was nearing 0.2%. He came out without a scratch on him. Their deaths and all the associated matters had dragged me into a slump that I found hard to get out off.

But there was a bright side to it.

I was hating my job. I got shunted into leading the IT help desk for a major telecommunications company, and it was giving me grief, boring me to tears and was pretty much a dead end position. Unknown to me, my parents had managed to accumulate a small fortune in investments, coupled with some major assets that I didn't want, I found myself with sufficient money to live off very comfortably for the rest of my days. So, I gave notice and decided I'd have a long holiday for a few months then see what I would do with my life after that.

But my entire routine had been shot to hell, and I dropped off the face of the earth. 40 years old, the last partner I had was 6 months ago and that didn't work out. We wanted different things from life. I was looking at settling down, and she was wanting to do more with her career. So, we called it a day. I owned my own place, had a car, a job that paid well, now "comfortably well off". I had friends, when I got off my arse to see them. I just didn't care enough.

But my friends did. Troy, Roy, Sara, Allison and the rest of my social circle decided that I needed a night out. I got the call from Troy around the middle of that afternoon.

"Hey, James."

"Oh, hi, Troy. What's up?"

"I'm dropping by at eight tonight to take you to meet the gang for some drinks. Dress smart, otherwise I'll dress you."

"God forbid," I laughed. Troy had the ability to match the most clashing articles of clothing that could be found in a wardrobe. And he was a man to carry through with a threat. "OK. You've managed to convince me. Eight o'clock, right?"

"Eight o'clock or I'm raiding the wardrobe."

"See you then." I hung up feeling better. Maybe that's what I needed. To get out and see my friends, have a good time. That would get help get me out of the slump, and give me the chance to get some routine established again.

As I got myself ready, I took a hard look at myself. 6'2" tall, with a bit of a middle aged spread happening, but with a decent build apart from that. But at 250 pounds, I didn't look that fat. I had a heavy build to start with, so I was a little lucky. Brown hair shot with gray, same with the beard. The blue eyes still had their shine and I had enough lines about my face to say that was was still young enough, but I was also mature enough. Since the weather was nice and warm, I went for a polo shirt, jeans and good leather shoes. Then the necessary trio - keys, wallet and cellphone and I was ready for my chauffeur to arrive.

Bang on 8, Troy pulled up out front. The joys of being high up in a car dealership was the chance to get them a little cheaper. The navy blue Jag was off as soon as I was buckled in.

"Thanks, Troy."

"That's what friends are for. And don't worry. I'll be sitting beside you in the cell tomorrow morning, OK?" That got us both laughing good and hard. The night out was already started to succeed.

Troy ushered me into the club, and we found the rest of them clustered around a table. A chorus of greetings met me, numerous hands shook mine, as well as a few hugs and kisses on the cheeks too. Troy was going to be sporting a hell of a bruise for that one. But soon it like old times. We were sitting around, drinking, eating unhealthy food, telling stories and bitching about our lives.

And that's when another surprise literally walked into my life.

 

[yeishia]

Lying in my bed mindful that with out my help morning had rolled around once more, I debated whether I should even get up at all.

It had been a tough past month, a tough year if I were to be honest with myself. Closing my eyes I wondered for the umpteenth time how it had come to this.

We are who we are I thought.. there is really no escaping that fact. Sandra... I tried my real name Sandra was….. "Sandra is a submissive female". There I had said it out loud and until exactly 1 month and 4 days ago I had been in a relationship with Stephan my Master of nine long years.

Happy,or should I say blissfully ignorant for six of them ; living in hell for the last three. It had taken me a lot of courage and the help of the few friends I had still had before I had finally left his service.

“Why has girl not released herself from the collar that is no longer serving her best interest? If the Master is not worthy of a girls service, the girl can ask for release if she feels it necessary....and if it is not given then she must release herself from her terms of slavery.”

Good advice which had taken me over a year to follow..

I was free and I should have been happy… then why was it that the first week I had to stop myself from crawling back to him…. why was it that even now my neck felt bare and I felt adrift and empty…. why in Gods name was it that I was so very tired.

About to roll over and back to sleep my phone started to ring and ring and ring who ever it was persistent. It had to be Sara

“Sandra you sound sleepy you’re not still in bed its almost 5.00p.m.?”

“Noo.” I lied my fingers crossed

“Well get cracking I’m taking you out tonight, a few of us are meeting at a club . It’s about time you left that apartment; I haven’t seen you since I helped you move in.”

.”Look Sara I’m not ready to go out and to a club maybe another time.”

“I am not taking no for an answer you meet me at the club promptly at 10 or I will bring everyone to you promptly at 11, be there!” she ordered and with that she told me the address and simply hung up on me…

"Damn." I tried phoning her back to get a busy single she’d taken her phone off the hook darn her.

I hadn’t really had more than phone contact with Sara since I had moved in with Stephan and didn’t remember her being that pushy.

A bunch of strangers in my apartment, I shuddered and that thought alone propelled me into action and into the shower.

The thought of going out quite frankly scared me what to wear, how to act, what to say?

Standing naked in front of my mirror I really looked at myself for the first time in ages. Well considering I was almost 28 the body wasn’t bad, I had no idea how much I weighed but until this past month I worked out a lot, dance and hot Yoga mostly, so nothing was sagging yet, my breasts still firm and high, small but very full, my bottom tight. I had long brown hair with natural red highlights, hazel green eyes and to my eyes I looked lost and alone.

I didn’t really trust my own appraisal after all hadn’t Stephan sought younger and still younger models as he found increasing fault with me.

Glancing at the clock I realized it was getting late and flew to my closet to find I had very little that would be suitable for a normal club, my choices were severely limited.

Finally I settled for an Emerald Green shift dress, which I smoothed over my body. Usually it would fit my form like a second skin but I must have lost some weight, which is just as well as I didn’t even own a bra or panties to wear beneath it. It had long sleeves and came to just above my knees. I twisted my hair into a loose knot on the top of my head and didn’t bother with makeup save for a light application of lip gloss, picking up my purse I was ready.

As I waited for a taxi I kept telling myself. A girls night out this will be fun.

Arriving at the club, amazing even myself that I did not turn tale and run I went in side to scan the crowd. Luckily it wasn’t too busy and I saw Sara making her way towards the back of the room, I called her name and followed her.

As she sat down at a table a few paces ahead of me and after taking a few more steps I froze, so many people all eating drinking and having fun... Oh Lord I couldn’t do this.

Before I could back away Sara had turned. and moved to grab my hand pulling me forward.

“Everyone this is Sandra..........Sandra this is everyone..” she laughed as she made a space and pushed me down into a seat.

I wished the ground would please please swallow me whole…

 

[marauder13]

I had a few hours of drinking, but I managed to control myself enough to loosen up, but still be in good control over myself. That was until Sara's hand none too gently shoved my shoulder.

"Yeah, calm yourself, calm yourself," I complained as I took the persistent hint and shuffled over, getting Roy and Tim to shuffle up as well. Before I could ask why I was being so 'rudely' ordered about, someone rather unceremoniously dropped into the space beside me. The someone was in turn being propelled by Sara.

“Everyone this is Sandra..........Sandra this is everyone..” Sara laughed as she made her introductions.

"Sara, how about you get Sandra something to drink, since you're up." That got me a rather unladylike response. She poked her tongue out at me but still headed off to get Sandra a drink.

I turned back to get myself a little something to eat and as I sat back, I caught a look at the legs that appeared from the bottom of the green dress. The leg that I saw was very well shaped and a nice colour too. I let my gaze roam up the dress, noting no panty lines as I continued up her torso. It was clear she was not wearing a bra, not that she needed to from the looks of it. But her body was nicely toned too, and delightfully flat or close enough. Her hair was up in a knot, but her face was pretty. She looked rather nervous, which was no big surprise.

"Hi, Sandra. I'm James. I'm probably the only threat you have for the night, as everyone else here is spoken for." I laughed a little. "Sorry. If your hungry, help yourself, and as soon as Sara get's back you'll have something to drink.

"Is there anything I can do to help you relax a little? I could ask you a stream of highly personal and slightly embarrassing questions, or maybe I can down a few more drinks and grope you badly until you slap my face?" The grin I was sporting at the time made it clear I was joking. I was trying to get her to laugh a little, and relax. The more I looked at her, the more I liked what I saw. She was definitely easy on the eye, as they say. Even in the club's lighting, she looked pretty good. Her choice of dress made it easy to tell what her body was like, and that was also appealing.

"But don't think it's just one way traffic. You can ask the highly personal questions or go for a drunken groping. Though I doubt you'll get a slap from me. Maybe I'll just shut up now and let you have a chance to talk if you want." I smiled at Sandra, hoping I hadn't scared her off.

 

[yeishia]

Well the earth didn’t open up and I sure as hell didn't disappear,instead I found myself squished a against a hard male form, my dress hiking half way up my naked legs as Sara pushed me along the bench.

“Hi, Sandra. I'm James. I'm probably the only threat you have for the night, as everyone else here is spoken for."

Totally bemused I caught his name….. James.

"Sara, how about you get Sandra something to drink, since you're up."

Yes, drink I thought, nice….

As I tried to pull myself together this James kept talking and though I barely absorbed a word he said his words had a calming effect and I started to relax a bit.

Sara returned and thrust a drink in to my hand, “Drink up," she said and promptly disappeared.

Taking a small sip; coke and something I surmised I chugged down half the drink hoping it would calm my nerves.

James was still talking ….

"Is there anything I can do to help you relax a little? I could ask you a stream of highly personal and slightly embarrassing questions, or maybe I can down a few more drinks and grope you badly until you slap my face?"

I was of course taking his question quite literally. Looking into his blue eyes I tried to formulate a reply, “What personal and embarrassing questions would you like me to ask?”

Grope him badly… was he asking me to touch him?

“You are requesting that I touch you?" I asked in all seriousness, wondering why he would demand that of a virtual stranger?

 

[marauder13]

I could see that she was still a little shell shocked being dumped in the middle of a group of strangers, but the way she was looking back at me was nice. I was able to notice that she had green eyes as well.

“What personal and embarrassing questions would you like me to ask?”

“You are requesting that I touch you?"

It was the way she asked those questions that stopped my joking right there and then. If she just laughed and started firing questions, or jokingly reached out to me, it would have been fine. But Sandra was serious. Very calm and serious. My smile dropped a notch or two as I tried to think of how to respond to her questions.

"Sandra, I was just trying to help you relax. There's no need to consult me as to what to ask. If you have any questions, if there is something you'd like to know, just ask. I find it's a good way to help get someone to open up and talk... most times anyway.

"As for touching me, if you'd like to, I would have no objections. But it's your choice."

I took another sip of my drink, and did a quick reassessment of Sara's friend. This girl could easily find someone within the club if she wanted to. Somehow, I doubted that she was in that frame of mind.

"OK, how about you tell me a little about yourself. You're a friend of Sara's right? How do you two know each other? I thought I had seen or heard of all of her friends, but I would remember seeing you, that's for sure."

 

[yeishia]

"Sandra, I was just trying to help you relax.”

Shoot what a dork I was he had been joking with me. Embarrassed I finished my drink and thrust my empty glass into his hand and requested, “Another one please”

It had been so long since I had been involved in a conversation it seemed that I had lost the art. What could I do, what was I good at? I certainly couldn’t answer his questions, I thought I had seen or heard of all of her friends, but I would remember seeing you, that's for sure.

Oh no James you wouldn’t have heard of me I‘ve been a bonded slave for the past nine years and I pretty much ignored our mutual friend Sara, would make for great party conversation I thought ….not….. I decided.

The band had started up and dancing I was good at, “I do not know you well enough to touch you but I would love to dance with you if you would like?” Trying to put him at ease I gave him what I hoped was my best and most alluring smile.

I studied him my head slightly to one side as I awaited his reply, and found that I liked what I saw very much……

 

[marauder13]

Oh good, it was just nerves. She relaxed a little, and looked a little embarrassed at her reactions. That was a good sign.

“I do not know you well enough to touch you but I would love to dance with you if you would like?”

What a smile she had. Her face lit up when she did, and it made quite a difference to her. Plus her question got an eyebrow going skyward. It almost suggested that she was willing to touch... But the chance to see her moving in that dress, that I couldn't let pass. Plus the possibilities of getting to hold and touch her while dancing... I was sold on the idea.

"Sure." I scrambled over the back of the seat, making Troy duck for cover as I did. I got around to where Sandra was starting to stand, extending my hand to her. Not really waiting for her to take up the extended offer, I took her hand and helped her stand.

We walked to the dance floor, ignoring the catcalls from the peanut gallery as we departed. The music seemed to allow for a few different styles of dancing from people having some distance between them, to slower, closer together styles and the occasional bit of 'dry humping'.

I leaned a little closer so I didn't have to yell. I rested a hand on her shoulder in the process. "Do you have a preferred style of dancing?"

 

[yeishia]

As he took my hand I felt electricity race along my arm almost making me pull away and I barely heard the catcalls from his friends as he guided me to the floor.

The music was bluesy and evocative....

Joan Armatrading at her best

I felt his hot breath on my neck as he said "Do you have a preferred style of dancing?"

Hmmmm naked in your arms I almost said aloud.

Wow one drink and I was acting like the wanton slave that I was …with a stranger no less…

Not answering I moved into his arms

“This man was getting hot
I got no strength to make him stop
I guess it's too late
But I'll know next time
To mix some water with the wine”

I let the lyrics and the music wash over me as I instinctively molded my body unto his……

 

[marauder13]

No sooner than I asked Sandra the question, the music changed to something a little slower than before. Sandra just stepped into my arms as they just draped themselves around her.

I let them drift down her torso until they rested in the middle of her back. She had one hell of a firm body under the dress, and I was then sure that there was nothing else but her. But the way she pressed herself against me, and seemed to leave no gaps between us was doing dangerous things to my temperature.

The way she moved was so fluid, graceful. I felt like a klutz beside her. I wasn't that great to start with, but between her movements, and their effects on my ability to think clearly, I was lucky I didn't trip over my own feet. I resisted the urge to try and figure out if this meant anything, apart from the fact she was in the mood to dance. I kept reminding myself to just enjoy the company and what was happening RIGHT THERE AND THEN.

'God damn it, if I don't get her number by the time we part company, I'm going to pin Sara down and tickle her until she gives it up. Hell, even just to go dancing again.'

I lost track of the number of tracks we danced through, but when the music style changed again, I had the need for a drink and something to eat. I guided Sandra off the floor. Just feeling her back as she walked was nice.

"Thank you very much for that. You're great. Ahhhh... Would you like something to drink? I'm going to get myself something, and I thought I'd get you one while I was there. You know... save you the trip."

 

[yeishia]

Lord this man was huge I disappeared within his arms, he felt all male and I felt secure and on solid ground for the first time in a long while. The feel and smell of him were intoxicating and I wanted the music to go on forever.

All good things must stop and as the music increased in tempo her led us off the dance floor.....

"Thank you very much for that. You're great. Ahhhh... Would you like something to drink? I'm going to get myself something, and I thought I'd get you one while I was there. You know... save you the trip."

I stopped momentarily to look at back him my hand still held in or should I say engulfed by his.

He sounded strange..... I tried to read his face... did he like me, did he like what he saw? It was so strange for me to have a man looking directly at me speaking with me, possibly being effected by me; blushing I lowered my eyes.

“Yes I would love a drink thank you, something with coke and ice please,” I replied as I sat down at the table.

My tummy was full of butterflies as I awaited his return. I had been dragged here for girls night out, this man, my reaction to him..... were so unexpected, they surprised and scared me.

I decided for tonight at least I would stop worrying and just enjoy the experience to it's fullest, after all tomorrow he would be gone....

 

[marauder13]

As I walked to the bar, all I could think about was the way Sandra looked at me after I asked her if she wanted a drink. I could have sworn she was confused by what I was doing. I know I was a little nervous, but after the dancing we did...

“Yes I would love a drink thank you, something with coke and ice please.”

I ordered two rum and cokes and wandered back to the table. All the while I could feel her body up against mine in more places that I thought were possible. It really made me curious about to get to know her a little better.

She was sitting in the same spot as when we left, but I didn't feel like testing my luck climbing over the seats. I placed our drinks on the table, and nudged Sandra with my hips.

"Could you move over a little?" When she made enough room for me to sit, I handed her one of the glasses while I grabbed some of the food that we had bought. "So, what do you do? Work wise, I mean. Do you have any interesting hobbies or pass times?" I popped some food in to my mouth to both deal with my hunger and to help me shut up. I reached for my drink, and let my gaze run over her dress, and the body hidden underneath it. I wasn't sure, but I thought her nipples might have been hard, but I couldn't really tell... politely in a public place anyway.

Oh well, unsated curiousity was something I have always dealt with....

 

[yeishia]

I felt James brand me where his hips touched mine as he politely asked me to move over, dam what was wrong with me I thought as I felt myself blushing again, thank goodness the lights in this place were low.

He placed a drink in my hand and plied me with a barrage of questions. "So, what do you do? Work wise, I mean. Do you have any interesting hobbies or pass times? I gulped down more of my drink as I watched him eat, and as I gave serious consideration to my reply. What to answer no work,no hobbies, no pastimes, I sleep.

Taking another gulp of my drink I heard myself say,” Hmmm I am a slave and at the moment I am between Masters”

I couldn’t believe that I had voiced my thoughts out loud I could have bitten out my tongue! If he hadn’t got me pinned in the booth I am sure like Cinderella I would have fled from the ball. What an earth was wrong with me to blurt this out to a perfect stranger attracted or not that was just plain stupid of me; I finished my drink and lowered my eyes, finding great interest in my fingers, my body a sea of conflicted emotions as I awaited his response, secretly hoping that he had not heard my words.

 

[marauder13]

Fortunately, my mouth was empty and the glass was just about to touch my lips when Sandra replied. Otherwise I think I would have made a mess.

”Hmmm I am a slave and at the moment I am between Masters.”

I did a double take. She drained the rest of her drink and then stared at her lap. She said she was a Slave... between Masters... I knew just enough to get the meaning. Sara had some friends who were into that scene, and she talked about it enough for me to know some of the more common terms.

And that got me thinking. Sandra was Sara's friend, and Troy dragged me out to the club that night. The brother-sister trickster team would do something like this to me. Set up an elaborate little prank. But rather than pull the rug out from underneath them just yet, I thought I would play long. I leaned a little closer so I didn't speak too loudly.

"Sorry, you said you're between Masters? How did someone like... you wind up without a Master? Surely someone would have... what... collared you by now?"

 

[yeishia]

"Sorry, you said you're between Masters? How did someone like... you wind up without a Master? Surely someone would have... what... collared you by now?"

Raising my eyes at his words I found his mere inches from my own. Searching them I simply answered, “you are the first to look upon me since I became free.” My eyes filled up with tears which slowly overflowed as I wordlessly bared my soul to this man whom I barely knew but felt a conection with nonetheless…….

 

[marauder13]

She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. I saw them flickering as she looked into my eyes as if there was some answer, or something important there she was looking for.

“you are the first to look upon me since I became free.”

The tears escaped, rolling down her cheeks as she still gazed directly into mine. I was starting to have doubts about the prank bit, but it was still Sara and Troy here. Amber light - proceed with caution.

"Why are you unhappy about being free? Surely there's someone out there that would love to have you for their slave."

 

[yeishia]

I searched his eyes and I was afraid; who was I to beg a stranger.... to speak like this. The drink yes I wasn’t used to alcohol it had loosened my tongue, I didn't want a Master ..I didn’t

I wasn’t out searching...

"Why are you unhappy about being free? Surely there's someone out there that would love to have you for their slave."

He needed an answer....

“I’m tipsy I’m drunk I really need to leave,” I stammered. “I am soo sorry.”

I tried to rise and push past him and stumbling ended up in his lap instead, my dress hiked unceremoniously showing a huge amount of my shapely legs.

 

[marauder13]

Her gaze never left mine. If she wasn't for real, she had better be an actress or go into it straight away.

“I’m tipsy I’m drunk I really need to leave,” I stammered. “I am soo sorry.”

She tried to leave, but I was not as quick off the mark as I could have been, but I found myself with a lap full of Sandra, displaying a substantial amount of her gorgeous legs. Her firm ass pressed against my legs and against my groin, which made me rather hard. Uncomfortably so at the time. My hand slid up her back to make sure she didn't fall. That reminded me of the no bra aspect, and one breast was pressed hard enough against the dress to show she was hard.

"I'm... I'm sorry," I laughed a little. I was drunk enough to do the things I would think of doing but never actually do. I dropped my free hand on one of her legs, just above the knee. My other hand went up her back until it reached the back of her head. "I'm sorry, but before you leave, you gotta pay the toll."

I had been thinking of what to would be like to kiss her, as well as all the other things that followed, up to and including fucking her. So, I decided while I had her there, I would kiss her. If it was a prank, then as least I got something good from it.

Our lips met, and it was amazing. Her lips were soft. It seemed like her lips just melted into mine. Without any prompting, her mouth opened, and my tongue was touching hers, exploring, roaming around like it was mine. My hand gave her leg a gentle squeeze as I pulled her in closer to me.

I broke off the kiss, feeling slightly embarrassed at being so forward with Sandra, but I couldn't help but feel slightly...

"Wow. Thank you for that great kiss, Sandra," I spoke to her softly as she continued to occupy my lap.

 

[yeishia]

Before I could move.. and yes I was tipsy and so seriously doubted that I could have, his I'm sorry, but before you leave, you gotta pay the toll.and the lips that followed those words had me squirming on his lap.

It felt so natural it felt so right those wonderful lips on mine. This was a sensation I had not experienced in forever and like a starving woman I gave myself to our kiss. My tongue responded as did my body. My already hard nipples we aching and the feeling between my legs felt like a smoldering fire "Wow. Thank you for that great kiss, Sandra;” Working on pure instinct and totally out of character for me; completely forgetting where I was… I twisted in his lap placing a bent knee on either side of him where could feel the heat and hardness of his groin calling me, I pressed into his chest and whispered in his ear. “Would you find this girl pleasing, would you accept her as your slave?” I punctuated my words with little nips and licks of the soft skin of his neck….

I did not even hear the catcalls and lurid comments from his friends!

 

[marauder13]

She didn't move, she just flowed. I found myself with Sandra kneeling over my lap, pressing herself against me. My heart rate went through the roof as she started not only whispering, but nipping and licking my neck. Those actions were causing me to melt. They were making me want to drag her home and fuck her senseless.

“Would you find this girl pleasing, would you accept her as your slave?”

What other thoughts I had concerning her vanished with that question. This had to be a setup by Sara and Troy. Damn that girl was good as playing me along. But I sobered up a little as I gave my friends an idea of how much I appreciated their input. I gave them the finger behind Sandra's back.

I turned my head enough to whisper pretty much directly into her ear. I would get my own back on them, just to show them I was willing to play the game. I sat there and thought about what I would say or do in response. I could laugh it off and confront my friends, but that would ruin the night for a lot of us. So, I decided to play along. I decided that I would have her come over to be accepted, but I also needed a little something to get them sweating a bit. Then the thought hit as to how I could do it.

"I would accept her," I whispered. "You would have to turn up at my place at... say midday tomorrow, and ring my doorbell and wait for me to let you in. The moment you cross the threshold, you will be accepted as my slave." I paused to let that much sink in before I went in for the kill, so to speak. "Of course, you'll be sober and completely naked. If you are wearing anything when I open the door, I will not accept you."

I gave Troy a tap on the shoulder, and got his notepad and pen, writing down my address and the time. I tore out the page, and pressed it into her hand.

I thought I had got them good and proper. I could see the looks on their faces trying to deal with that little twist. I could see one of them standing outside my door holding a little sign saying "Naked". I will admit I must have had a smug look on my face after I answered Sandra's question.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I think I'll be heading home now. Tomorrow looks like it's going to be a very interesting day. See you tomorrow at midday." I eased Sandra off my lap as I shuffled across to talk to my designated driver and return his pen and notepad.

 

[yeishia]

I was stunned as he pushed me off his lap more by his actions than his whispered words. Tipsy, my heart racing, my face probably a deep shade of red; feeling more embarrassed than I ever had in my entire life I slipped from the booth and not looking back I was gone….

Finally I arrived home totally glad that I would never have to face those people again, Sara included I thought. Had she set me up thinking that to make me the butt of a joke would help me somehow?

I sat down uncrumpled his note and pondered his words "I would accept her," he had whispered in my ear"You would have to turn up at my place at... say midday tomorrow, and ring my doorbell and wait for me to let you in. The moment you cross the threshold, you will be accepted as my slave.

Hmmmm I doubted very much if he meant a single smug word that he had uttered, probably some macho effect staged for his bloody friends I thought.

Well if his address was real he was in for a shock tomorrow when I actually did show up naked.

Undressing not bothering too shower I hit the sack. "Of course, you'll be sober and completely naked. If you are wearing anything when I open the door, I will not accept you." He had a cheek, of course I would be sober I rarely drank. What did he expect that I would down a bottle of wine as I waited naked on his dam step!

When I awoke the next morning I was just as upset as I had been the night before maybe more so because in the cold hard light of day I also blamed myself. Why an earth had I spoken to him in that manner,I was setting myself up for ridicule and rejection. Still he hadn’t needed to be so cruel , leaving me the way he did in front of all his friends! Today though for the fist time in ages I had a purpose.... to replay James in kind let him be the jackass instead of me! With that aim in mind I checked the validity of his address, thank goodness for the internet, unplugged my phone I wasn’t talking to Sara, and began to plot my day!

I showered and removed every single hair from my body, washed and curled my long tresses. I rubbed myself from head to toe in a light reflecting cream which gave my body a slight luminous glow. I applied a very subtle and seductive amount of make up which changed my eyes from merely beautiful too sultry, I even slightly stained my nipples.

Looking at my naked reflection in the mirror my wavy hair free around my shoulders I knew I looked my very best. I belonged naked at some man's feet that was for sure, if James didn’t like what her saw then he wasn’t a man I thought.

If I was going to parade naked in the street and maybe even get myself arrested then I would look superb doing it! Again doubts crept in... I thought I looked good but was I simply deceiving myself; no matter today I would push such negative thought away, today I was taking afirmative action!

I put a sundress over my body and slipped into a pair of sandals, and before I chickened out I called my taxi.

Arriving at the address on the paper he had given me I asked the taxi driver to honk a couple of times on his horn before he left. I wanted to make sure that James did not miss my entrance.

Once the cab was out of sight I removed my sandals and slipped off my dress both went into the bag and were thrown across his lawn.

Straightening to my full height; looking for all the world like some evocative woodland nymph I smilingly danced my leisurely way up the driveway towards his door. I have to admit that I was finding
my defiant actions satisfyingly liberating in a strange, delightful sort of way and I was sincerely hoping one of James neighbors had not sought to call the police!

 

[marauder13]

It took me about half an hour of fending off numerous questions from Troy before he would take be back home.

"So, you and Sandra hit it off well, I see," he said.

"Yes, we did."

"Exchanged contact details, huh," his smile took on a knowing aspect.

"Yes, details were exchanged."

"You're going to be a bastard and not tell me anything, aren't you?"

It was my turn for the smile with telling features. "Yep, not a damn thing."

I got home, and went straight to bed. Even though my mind was racing about what happened, and what it all could mean, I fell asleep almost straight away.

I woke at Eight, and I was thinking through things again. This time I was focused on the 'what if's, namely the most outside one of all. What if she was serious?

So, I thought through the hypothetical scenario. Even if I doubled all my living expenses, I would still have enough money left over to luxuries, and not be in any financial difficulties. I had a spare room that she could use, though I had a queen sized bed, and what would the point be of having her sleeping in a different room?

I laughed at the thought of that actually coming about. As if a woman like Sandra would want to be my slave? And to do what I had told her to do. There was no way that would happen.

Yet I found myself making sure that the house was presentable, at least. And when I wasn't doing anything else, I was hovering near the front door.

"Stop being foolish, James. It was all a prank, even if she liked you. At least, she sure behaved like she liked me." With that, I went and had a shower. Not a cold one, though. After that, I dressed myself in jeans, a polo shirt and left my feet bare. I sat down and watched Star Wars while I waited for midday.

I heard a car horn going outside. I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before midday. My heart rate went up. I reminded myself that it was a prank. It might have been someone else in the street. I was just about to settle when the doorbell rang.

I ran to the door. I wasn't going to be seeing a naked Sandra there, I was going to see someone ready to have a laugh at me thinking I was going to see a naked Sandra there. I slowed down, calmed myself down, and readied myself to confront one of the pranksters.

I opened the door to find myself looking at...

... a naked Sandra.

My first instinct was to usher her in. You don't let naked people loiter outside. But then I remembered what I said. I looked from the top of her head to her feet. I was impressed with what I saw. I hadn't thought that this would happen. This only happened in trashy stories or porn movies. Not in real life.

But she was serious. Who was I to reject an offer like that. So, I took a deep breath.

"Come in... Slave."

I stepped aside and let her enter. I looked at her ass, as she walked past. Her ass looked as tight as it felt last night. I closed the door, and turned to look at the woman who was now my slave.

"So... is there some way... or ritual or something where you... submit yourself to me? That's the right term for it, isn't it?"

 

[yeishia]

Standing outside of his door about to ring the bell my hand froze.

At that point I think I would have ran if it were not for several important facts: One...I was naked two….I didn’t have my cell to call a cab and three….. I had no money for a bus and four…damn it….. I was naked and had no idea where I my clothes had landed.

I had nowhere to go but forward what ever the consequences were.

I rang the doorbell and waited my eyes demurely down cast…..

The door opened and I took a deep steadying breath very anxious to cross the threshold; not because of a desire to be his slave,more because I wanted to be away from prying eyes.

I looked up to gauge his reaction and suddenly realized that I was indeed stark naked in front of this man… this stranger. Omg he had a naked, deranged…. and I must be deranged ....slave standing at his door totally unsure of what too do next.

I stared…. he stared…..time stood frozen .and then finally he spoke…..the very last words I expected from his mouth

"Come in... Slave."

I looked around; yes he was talking to me!

My heart stopped and I had this overwhelming urge to run, or pee, or faint or something. I begged my legs to move forward, move somewhere.... to do something productive.

He stepped aside and let me enter and some devil deep within me pushed me forward.

I heard the door click shut and it seemed so final, I was locked in. He studied me and I stood straighter……

"So... is there someway... or ritual or something where you... submit yourself to me? That's the right term for it, isn't it?"

He was asking me.. “A r ritual? I stammered, “to submit ..me to you…… now... here ...me naked?” As I spoke I was inching backwards till my bare ass hit the door and I could go no further. “Now.... Really?”

I looked at him as if he too had gone mad.

As I looked deeply into his eyes my breathing became steady and I felt his essence it seemed to flow into me and in that one instance I knew that I had finally come home.

Kneeling before him I bowed my head and extended my arms wrists crossed as if for binding towards my Master.

“Master perhaps you should accept this slave as yours, hmmm say the words and at some point place a collar around her neck” I advised.

 

[marauder13]

Sandra looked a little shocked. Which was good because I was quite shocked. I pinched myself to make sure I was awake, which I was. I was looking at a naked woman that I had met less than a day ago. A woman who was wanting to be my slave. To... do whatever I wanted.

“A r ritual? to submit ..me to you…… now here me naked?” She was inching away from me. As if I was monster or something. But when she hit the door. She flinched as she touched it. “Now Really?”

We just looked at each other. I had no idea of what I should do. Should I command her? But then something in her stance changed. She relaxed a little, lost the tension she had.

I watched her as she knelt before me, bending over with her arms presented with crossed wrists. I got the hint of what I should do.

“Master perhaps you should accept this slave as yours, hmmm say the words and at some point place a collar around her neck.”

I stepped forward and took both wrists in my hand. I took a deep breath trying to figure out what exactly to say.

"Sandra, I accept you as my Slave. Stand up before your Master."

My heart was racing. I was actually going to own someone. But... what could I get her to do? That was the scariest thing about all of this. She was more experienced with this than I was, so I would let her give me an idea. My chest was feeling tight, and I got hit with another bout of nerves. I steadied myself, trying to at least look calm if not actually being calm.

"Slave." The word didn't quite feel right. "I would have you show me an example of what you will do for me."

 

[yeishia]

"Sandra, I accept you as my Slave. Stand up before your Master."

He sounded sure and this helped me concentrate I stood up as instructed and awaited his next command.

I had a million questions to ask of this man who was now my Master but sensed that this was not the time to ask them.

"I would have you show me an example of what you will do for me."

My eyes widened, he would have me show him an example of what I could do for him now... here; I almost started giggling it was lunch time I could make him lunch.

Somehow looking at his face looking at me with eager anticipation, I didn’t think that was what he had in mind, but what to do and where to do it….not here in the hallway certainly?

Walking towards Him I purred “Master perhaps your slave should start by kissing you”

He was far taller than I standing in my bare feet and so I reached up with both of my hands to guide his lips too mine. I placed small and gentle kisses at the corners of his mouth and ran my tongue across his lips before I continued my trail of kisses to the open collar of his polo shirt. Teasing the tiny hairs I found there my hands left his head to unloosen the shirt from his pants. I pushed it upwards as I placed a kiss upon each nipple teasing and nipping as I sucked and kissed each one into my welcoming mouth.

Again my fiery kisses left their delicate trail across his skin down towards his belly button where I stopped briefly to pay homage. My busy little hands deftly unloosening his belt and zipper before I eased his pants downwards over his hips.

Kneeling before him I helped him step out of his pants before stopping to feast my eyes on his nakedness. Hmmmm nice I thought, neither to small nor too large,,,just right I grinned. As I looked I saw it grow without my help looking up at my Master I took his lovely cock it in one hand where upon it became fully erect. How convenient I thought as I placed my lips gently on its end and took his length fully into my mouth before pulling back and sucking it form base to head slowly like a favored lollipop.

Hmm he tasted so good in my mouth all male and salty a taste to be truly savored; at another time the devil in me thought. Pausing to run my tongue around its head and with a brief tease at the entrance located there and I was off………..Riding my Master, hard and fast with my mouth. I could feel him responding as I felt his hands in my hair and his hips began to plunge forwards meeting my strokes thrust for thrust.

I sucked him like it was my last day on earth giving him not technique that would come later; but all of me instead. I poured every once of passion I possessed into the pleasing of my Master. I worshiped at his cock with wild abandon until I felt him spasm and release his seed with in my mouth.

I greedily swallowed every drop and still I continued to suck until he could take no more.

Smiling lovingly up at him I cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue of very remaining drop of his delicious cum; finishing with the promised kiss placed on its very tip.

Kneeling back on my knees I looked up at him, “Thank you my Master for allowing me to serve you.”

Smiling and feeling very happy for the first time in as long as I could remember, I lowered my eyes and waited.

 

[marauder13]

I caught her a little by surprise at my request, but not nearly as much as I was when she started to show me. She took the few steps closer to me, and spoke in a rather seductive manner

“Master perhaps your slave should start by kissing you”

Being a good half a foot taller than her at least, she reached up and guided my head down to hers. Two soft kisses at each end of my mouth, and a quick run of her tongue across my lips that left them tingling slightly. Then the kisses continued down my neck to the part of my chest in the opened collar of the shirt. That little trail of kisses got my temperature up, as well as my breathing.

Before I knew it, she had my shirt half off, kissing my nipples. It was a first for me, and it was both good and not. But she didn't linger long before she was kissing down my body. My mind raced ahead, thinking of what she was going to do. I hoped it was a case of what she was going to do. A little voice in my head said "if not, command it!"

SHe was kissing around my navel when I felt the belt go on the jeans and soon afterward the jeans were heading towards the floor. She knelt, helping me out of the jeans before she focused her attention on my cock.

One touch of her hand sent a jolt right through me. She then took me entirely into her mouth, and sucked on it as she pulled back off it. My toes gripped the carpet as my eyes closed and my breath slowly escaped my body. I looked down in partial amazement at just how she started. But then she just went at it full bore.

I had never felt anything like it before in my life. I reached down pulling her hair out of the way so I could see watch she was doing whenever I could keep my eyes open enough. I was breathing deeply, my breaths out more like groans as my body experienced sensations that were normal for fucking, not getting head! I couldn't believe that someone could do that. I enjoyed every single second of it as she sucked my cock.

I tried to warn her when I was going to cum, but I'm sure that she was able to see its approach. I felt my lower regions tense up, and the feeling that signaled to me that I was going to cum. Few of the women I had been with would take a mouthful, but Sandra looked like she was going to get it regardless of my thoughts. Which were not many at that time.

With a cross between a grunt and a roar, I came in her mouth. I felt the sucking and swallowing as I jetted cum into her. Her mouth action made the feeling even more intense. I shifted my hands from her head to her shoulders, partially using her for support.

I was staring down at her, my jaw hanging loose and trying to remember how to breathe. She sucked and licked my cock, cleaning up all she could while she looked up at me with this enormous smile.

She dropped back onto her heels, still looking at me, looking very pleased with herself. “Thank you my Master for allowing me to serve you.” She lowered her gaze, and waited.

It took me a few moments to kick myself for thinking that this was some prank, then I thought what I would do next. It was clear that she was not only a willing sex partner, but a damned good one too.

I took her by her arm, and got her to stand. I led her down the hallway to the door of my bedroom. A large bed filled most of the room, with a solidly built wooden header and footer. I paused long enough to pull the covers down before I picked her up and dumped her on the bed. Her legs were over the edge of the bed, and I grabbed her thighs just next to her knees. I lifted them, and spread her legs wide and high. I dropped to my knees, and attacked her clit with my mouth. My tongue licked and pushed the hood and the nub underneath, before I sucked it into my mouth a few times.

I was happy at the way my Slave was moving, as well as the sounds she was making. I slowed down a little, and licked and nipped all around her increasingly damp and aromatic slit. I felt the warmth increase as the blood rushed to that part of her body. I even penetrated her with my tongue, tasting her in a similar way to how she tasted me. My tongue returned to her clit as I let go of her left leg, and allowed my right hand to drive one, then two fingers into her while I licked and nipped her clit. I searched as I thrust my fingers into her. Then I found it. That delightful patch of rough skin. I put both fingers onto it, rubbing and pressuring it.

My Slave's body started reacting even more violently to the combined assaults on her body. I had heard that Slaves could be made to hold off cumming until told, but then I didn't care. Slave or not, I wanted to hear her scream her orgasm, and I didn't stop until she did.