Night of the slavegirl

[Nymph]

Sandra let the hot water of the shower soothe her...but even its warm pleasant touch could not fully ease the excitement of her body and soul. Tonight...was the night. Tonight her Master would take her out...and make it known that she was his slave.
The private training lessons were over for now...her skills were honed, and all she needed was the right amount of humiliation to truly know her place...so her Master said, and Sandra knew he was right.
"You will be exposed, and used...and there might also be some pain, but I am sure will manage, my beautiful girl" he had said. Sandra had know idea where he was taking her, though she had formed some ideas by the dark hints he had dropped...
She was almost sure she would have to please not only him but also other men...perhaps other women as well. There would be gentleness and love, but also rough, even brutal acts. Who knew what performances, what acts, what tortures she would have to undergo....the thought made her shiver, but at the same time she wished it was already happening...she wanted to undergo it all, the humiliation, the pain, the being used...her heart lept at the thought of doing it for her Master...and for herself.

Sandra finished showering after drying herself off and combing her shoulder-long blonde hair, she stood before the mirror and observed herself with glittering green eyes. She had only just shaved her pussy, as had been her Master's command. Then, realizing that there was not much time left, she went into her room to get dressed.

She had not been given specific instructions on how to dress, and her Master would probably change most of her clothes anyway, but Sandra had prepared two outfits that might please him...the one screamed 'slave' and the other screamed 'whore'. She opted for the latter. Her shoes were black high-heels, her legs were clad in black net-stockings. A mini-skirt of red silk barely covered her bottom (panties were, of course, taboo). After some thought about what to wears as top, she chose a semi-transparent white blouse, that left her belly and her arms uncovered. A lot of the top buttons were unbuttoned, and under the blouse she wore a skimpy bra, made of the same red silk as her skirt. Around her neck she wore of course her collar of black leather.

As she applied parfume and make up (red, kissproof lipstick and blue eyeshade), she wondered what her name would be tonight. That was another thing her Master had not been specific about.
"I might want you to keep your name, Sandra" he had said. "Or I might change it. Maybe one that shows that you are mine. Or how much I love you. Or maybe one to humiliate you. We shall see."

Just as Sandra had found her Master's favourite earrings and put them on(each was a little golden ring from which hung a small gold disk, on which which was drawn the silouhette of a naked kneeling woman), the doorbell ran.
Her heart beating as lightspeed, Sandra raced to the door and opened it...

 

[afternooner]

The blackness of the night was all that greated Sandra Her heart rose to her throat. The silence of the dark roared in her ears penetrating her mind. Then out of that most deafening silence comes her master,s voice, SANDRA......SANDRA ...This name pleases me...Tonite your name will be SANDRA....Sandra smiles to know her master is pleased brings feelings of pleasure to her body. Little darting, piercing points of pleasure comming from everywhere and going nowhere not from without, but from deep inside her. She moves not an muscle not even a blink of an eye. not even the beat of her heart locked in her throat not even her breath.

SANDRA.....As her name echos through her body she comes alive again. Trembling in the presence of her master. She knows what she must do her master has spoken. Only her name, of course, but that is enough to tell her what to do. She steps into the darkness.

 

[Nymph]

Her heart beating fast, Sandra stepped outside...excited, happy to see her Master, happy to know that he was pleased with her outfit, since he had not told her to change it.
It was late autumn, and Sandra felt the cold air against her belly, her arms...and most of all under her skirt.

Her Masrer led her to his car, black at midnight. She slipped into the leather seat, beside him....and off they drove...Sandra's heart beating to the rythm of her love and her submission.

 

[afternooner]

The night swallowed them. suspending them deep within its bowels. Her master spoke. SANDRA....your name pleases me. your outfit pleases me. Tonite you will be my whore..... WHORE The word struck Sandra in the middle of her stomach. She embraced it, held it, rocked it like a child. Yes master I will be your whore tonite because I love you because I worship you and most of all because you are my master. She didn't have to say the words, only to think them and she knew her master heard.

The car screached to a stop. get out her master commanded, Tonite you will speak no words. The only sounds I wish to hear will be the sounds of your passion. No words, just sounds of passion. Sandra smiled, the smile of a whore sworn to do her duty and speak not of it, only make the sounds of a whore in passion, sounds to please her master.



Give me your hand he said and led her to a room, a room with one small bed, with one small window outside a neon sign flashed scarlet red. LOVE for SALE.


You know what to do, he said and sandra knew in this small bed, in this small room with this small window she would be his whore. Her body trembled in anticpation but she spoke not a word because he had comanded it.


Do it now!!!

 

[Nymph]

ooc: I had originally thought of something like a kind of initiating ceremony with several guests...but that's ok, i'd just like to give other people the opportunity to join in.

ic: Sandra took several breaths to slow down her wild heart...though she could not repress a small quivering yelp of excitement, which she hoped her Master would accept as a sound of pleasure. She looked at the small bed...that bed which had never been meant to rest on...That bed which had only one function: to provide a surface on which she would be fucked, be raped...on which her body would be used, on which she would show the world what a whore she was...thanking her Master with heart and sould for making her do this.

Kicking the high-heels off her stockings-covered feet, she climded onto the bed, and knelt there, facing her Master. Slowly, her hands started to unbutton the few buttons that remained on her blouse...and through the thing down to the floor. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving, presenting the flimsy piece of silk that she called a bra......her hands went behind her back and slowly, oh so slowly, her trembling fingers undid the straps...the bra fell to the floor....Sandra straightened her back, settling back on her heels...she parted her stocking-clad legs invitingly and thrust out her naked breasts proudly, hoping her Master would approve of them, would like her nipples standing stiff and erect.
Slwoly her hands went to her skirt...Sandra paused, and looked at her Master, trying to see if he wished her to continue...

 

[afternooner]

her every move was followed by her masters eyes. Those eyes piercing, penetrating her body, Like tiny needles stitching a path. from her speechless mouth and down. Down to her breasts, stitching circles around each naked breast. Circles, ever smaller, ever closer to each proud nipple stitching hard pleasure-pain. forcing each nipple to greater tight hardness.Now down across her flat tense belly stiching harder now to penetrate her red silk skirt. Darting to each hand proding, pushing.

As the pain increased Sandra knew what she must to please, her master, to keep the pleasure with the pain.
her hands,flew to her skirt and ripped it fom her body crouching naked before her master. She whimpered in submission, her eyes said take me and her womanhood throbbed expectantly. Take me with your eyes and my eyes will tell you how it feels. my whimpering cries will tell you of my pain- pleasure.

OOC: Nymph, I feel I'm sailing on unchartered waters here. My discomfort holds me back so unless your,e really into this, I'd like to bow out or if you have any ideas about making a change.Otherwise, I think I'm just wasting your time. Forgive my inexperience

Afternooner

[Edited by afternooner on 04-22-2001 at 11:11 AM]

 

[Nymph]

um..did you get my ooc?

After getting rid of her stockings, Sandra lay on her back, spreading her legs wide. Her breath was heavy and mingled with moans.
She waited her Master to jump on her...to fuck her, abusing her body in efery way to bring him pleasure...thus brining her joy.

And Sandra wondered what would happen afterwards...what other people would he bring here, and what would they do with her? What tolls would they use, what torture would they submit her to? Would they be going somewhere else afterwards.

All these thought shot through Sandra's head, but right now, all she wanted was the feel of her Master raping her...and the sound of hics voice tell him she was his whore...

 

[afternooner]

OOC: yes I got your OOC:I'm starting to get a feel about where wer'e taking this story bear with me a little more evidently we were posting a the same time but no problem it'll straighten itself out.


IC: SANDRA .... you mother of all whores Your only purpose this night will be to pleasure any man and every man but first you must please me, so that I know that you are worthy to be called whore.

Your body cowers before your master, his hard cock struggles to free itself fom his confining clothes. Stepping forward he comands SANDRA.... Pay homage to my waiting sword anoint it with your lips before I plunge it deep inside your womanhood.

 

[Nymph]

ooc

Afternooner...are you saying you're not really into this? If you don't want to continue that's ok, i could find someone else...i'd really want someone into SM to be my Master, you could always join in as another role...but if you like it, I'd really enjoy coninuing with you...

 

[afternooner]

ooc; nymph thank you for your understanding. Right now I'm pretty busy with Grampa Arnold, maybe you'll be too......thanks agaian and have a nice thread....A

 

[ferryrider]

Vinnie

I was riding around in the back seat of my limousine, with Spence, my chauffer doing the driving. Suddenly something caught my eye. "Hey- did you see that?", I asked. He said "no- what?"

I had him back up a little to get a better look. It was a small lighted sign saying "Love for Sale". I got out and tried the locked door. Then my foot gave it a kick without success. Spence and I got the tools we always carried in the boot, and we pried it open, to find a small room, dimly lighted, empty except for a small bed in the corner with a partly clad girl sitting there sobbing.

I asked what this was all abiout, and she started to cry. Finally she said "my master doesnt want me any more. What am I going to do?"

I didnt know what she wanted to do, but took her by the hand and led her to the back seat of the car, with her clothes in tatters barely covering her.

I told her I'm Vinnie, and if you'll have me, I'm your new master. She continued to sob, while Spence knew exactly what I had in mind - we'd been together long enough. He drove directly to a private club I frequented. Tonight there was a function scheduled, and I was cruising the streets looking for a hooker to take to the party.

This was an even better solution- a girl wanting a master.

We parked, and Sopence stayed in the car as I escorted her to the door. An empty foyer, with a blank door which I opened with my passkey. Inside, a dark hallway led to another door. There was a couch and closet right there handy, and instructions posted on the door. They were printed large enough to read in the poor light. They said:

WELCOME TO THE CLUB

REMOVE ALL CLOTHING AND HANG IT IN THE CLOSET

KNOCK ON THE DOOR, and it will be answered

She read it and immediately complied. WEe knocked on the door, and a small windoe opened. I nodded to the face inside and the door was opened. We entered, and she was led to a small waiting room, where I explained what was happenning. "My dear- this is your initiationas my new slave girl. Soon it will be our turn." As expected, there was a knock on the waiting room door, and a female figure in a white draped cloth led us inside.

There in a stage was a large bed. To the right was an auditorium, holding perhaps fifty people, mostly but not all- men. The lady in white led her to the bed, and instructed her, while I took my seat.

She was told to lie back and just look at the mirror in the ceiling, placed so that the audience had a full view of the scene. Entering from the other side of the stage was a huge specimen of a man. The dirl inwhite said "This is Igor. He will be your first lover tonight"

Having been told to just lay back, Igor shed his toga and immediatelty mounted her and fucked her. When he came, he got off and went to the head of the bed, to alloow her to cleasn his penis, while another stud entered from the room for which he had come. While she was still sucking his then limp cock, the girl in white introduced her next partner, Thor.

Thor then mounted her and by the time he had finished, Igor was gone. But Saul,a huge man had entered and took his turn next, while she cleaned up Thor. This went on through five men, at which time she was allowed to take a rest, and was led to a dressing room where she could bathe and relax.

I joined her there, telling her that this was her initiation. Did she wish more, or was she sufficiently now qualified to serve me?

[Edited by ferryrider on 04-22-2001 at 02:32 PM]

 

[Nymph]

ooc

Umm...that is not really what i had in mind...i'd just wanted someone to taake oever afternooner's character...

 

[Whit00EK]

I would be delighted to assume the Master's role

"Ahhh, Sandra, my Sandra; what are you doing, my dear? You move so quickly to place your body at my disposal. As a matter of fact, you move too quickly. Your pussy spreads itself before me as if at a banquet table. Your breasts vibrate with anticipation of what I may do to and with you. But I have not given you any specific instructions to perform as you have, now have I, my dear? No, I have not.

Was it not part of your training that you should never anticipate what my desires would be of an evening? Was it not a paramount rule in your training that you would only act upon my command or request? Of course, if you have forgotten these things, I shall have to spend time re-training you. If you have not forgotten them, then I shall be forced to provide punishment, because your actions would then be termed 'willful disobedience' to my control.

I do not expect an answer, my dear; you are sworn to silence this evening. But I do understand that you are anxious to please me, anxious to be taken, used and possibly humiliated by me or for me. That is an admirable trait, my dear one; but do remember that it is I who will decide if and when you shall be used, abused or humiliated.

If I am understood, my dear, simply remove yourself from the bed and replace your clothing as it was when we entered, then move to stand in the corner of the room facing the corner. If you are going to act as a spoiled child, only thinking of herself, then you shall be treated as such. Do it now, if you understand that you are my property, my slave, my love-servant.

Edward