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Mother Always Warned you about Chatting with Strangers
I received an IM a few months ago from a user that wasn't in my friends
list, and foolishly, I accepted the invitation to chat. It was a mistake
that changed my life.
The message box popped up, startling me because I had my speakers turned
up too loudly.
"This Shawn?"
"Yes," I replied, a bit confused.
"U live on Navarro? Up by the mall?"
I paused a moment before replying "Yes." Was this some sort or spam? Who
was this guy?
More questions followed before I could respond.
"Apartment 197? U drive a black Sentra?"
I was worried that I was talking to a hacker or some identity thief, but
just before I gave in to my instinct to sign off?
"You also like to dress up as a sissy slut named Michelle. You wash your
bras and panties late at night when nobody's watching, but I have a pix
(attached)."
He then proceeded to send two pictures that I clearly showed me folding
my sexy intimates in the privacy (I thought) of the apartment laundry
room at 2am. Perhaps I could explain it somehow, but I had a guilty,
furtive look on my face that left little doubt that I had nasty plans
for the lingerie.
Incriminating factoids assaulted the message box. This stranger had my
work email, my boss' name, my cel and home phone numbers and finally, a
copy-and-paste of the internet profile that I wrote one night a few
months ago when I was drunk and horny as hell. Basically, my internet ad
claimed that I was a sissy-slut wannabe desperate to meet a dominant man
who would take me and turn me into his personal sex slave. Forced-femme,
extreme-bondage, piercings, erotic photo sessions, gang-bangs; "I'd fuck
him and his friends and his dog and his friend's dogs if he'd inject me
full of hormones and turn me into a complete slut."
It was a fantasy, but not one that I was serious about?well not
seriously enough to leave posted on my profile. I thought that I'd
deleted the ad the next morning when I'd sobered up. I was obviously
mistaken.
The world was spinning. I didn't know how to respond. After a moment, he
buzzed me. "Bitch, u better not ignore me! I can send this pix to ur
boss and family."
I had difficulty typing, "Who is this?"
The answer was immediate. "Ur Master. The man u dream about. U can call
me Sir."
The phone rang. I was too much in shock to answer. Another chat buzz
woke me from my stupor. "Answer it, u dumb slut."
I did.
"Hello?' I answered in a voice that betrayed fear.
A deep baritone chuckled on the other end of the line. "That's better,
slut. Now, let's make that fantasy or yours come true."
I was quickly cautioned not to interrupt other than to answer direct
questions with a "Yes, Sir" or "No, Sir." Any disobedience would be met
with severe punishment.
And so it began.
I was given one hour to shave my body, paint my nails, and put on my
sexiest panty, bra, corset, stocking and garter set. After I had
inserted a butt plug, I was to take a picture and email it to the
hotmail account he gave me.
"Do you understand?"
I was at a loss for how to get out of this mess, so I gave in.
"Yes, Sir," I replied.
"One hour." And then he hung up.
Now, as you might surmise, I was freaking out at this point, but I must
admit that I was also quite horny. My cock was throbbing and a spot of
pre-cum was already seeping into my panties. Yes, that's right, it turns
out that I was already dressed when my new Master first called. That's
not much of a coincidence: I'm a life-long crossdresser who always wears
lingerie under his clothes at work. My body is always shaved and my
toenails are always painted. As soon as I get home each night, I
complete the ensemble with bra, breast forms, a corset, heels, jewelry
and a wig. On this night, I'd been a bit horny to start off, so the butt
plug was already buzzing away in my sissy-pussy.
My first instinct was to get undressed, throw away all of sex toys and
female clothing and change my email and phone numbers. Better cancel the
credit cards as well, just to be safe.
But my predicament got me to thinking. This man had me shaking in fear,
but he was exactly who I'd fantasized about for all these past few
years. Whether I was ready or not, he was certainly the Master of my
dark fantasy scenarios. Had I lived in a big city like Houston, I
probably would have given in to these fantasies decades ago. Stuck in a
small town in the middle of nowhere, I hadn't met anybody to play with.
Maybe this was my chance? I was scared as hell, but I couldn't deny that
I wanted to meet this man. I wanted to finally live out my fantasies.
And I hadn't even been drinking.
I only took five minutes to paint my fingernails. I took a digital
picture and had emailed it off before the lacquer had even dried. The
phone rang immediately.
"Very good. I knew that you had potential, but this is better than I had
hoped. Now, listen closely, because tonight your life changes forever.
Tonight, you become my slut."
I cleared my throat so that He wouldn't hear my voice crack. "Yes, Sir."
I was given an address in Houston and two and a half hours to arrive,
park my car and be waiting on the back doorstop. I'd know that I had
come to the right place because a blindfold, a gag and handcuffs would
be waiting for me in a sack on the step. I was told not to change or to
remove the plug, although I was allowed to remove my wig and put on
pants and a shirt over my lingerie.
Master asked if I had a cock and ball strap? "Yes, Sir," I replied.
"Put it on and I'll see you in a few hours. Wait for me on the back
stoop if I don't come out immediately."
I asked how long I should wait and was immediately chastised. "As long
as I fucking decide. All night if I want! You don't get to ask
questions, just obey, bitch, or I'll make your life a living hell!"
He hung up. The outburst had me quaking, but I decided to follow his
instructions. It was part fear and part fantasy. I was on the road in
minutes, every pothole in the highway sending a vibration right into the
butt plug lodged tightly in my ass. My cock and balls were tightly
pinched in my pants, so I unzipped for the drive. About halfway there, I
noted that I was so hard that my balls were aching. Normally, I'd just
pull over and jack off, but this time I didn't dare. I kept driving.
Sometime after 1am, I pulled up to the address and parked my car. The
street was deserted and dark, but there was a light on at the side gate,
which was slightly ajar. Making sure that I hadn't been seen, I snuck
into the backyard. The back porch light was also lit, and I could see a
brown paper bag with the word "Slut" written boldly across its surface.
As promised (threatened?) there was a blindfold, ball gag and a pair of
handcuffs in the bag. There was also some instructions, a collar and
leash, a tube of lipstick, a pair of clothespins and CD player with
headphones and a coupon for $20 off a new piercing or tattoo at a
Houston area shop that was open until 4am.
I almost balked. What the fuck was I getting myself into? I didn't know
anything about this guy. What if he was too intense? What if I wasn't
good enough for him? I'd been so freaked out that I hadn't even thought
to leave a note at my apartment telling people where I'd gone, should I
not be coming back.
This guy could do anything to me and I'd be completely at his mercy. I
started to rise, but I noticed that while my mind had been racing, my
hands had also been busy. Without thinking, I'd followed the
instructions on the note. The headphones were on and I could hear
nothing but a CD of people having noisy sex. The blindfold took away my
vision, and I'd put a heavy coat of lipstick on and was buckling the
ball gag in place. The collar was on and the leash was tied to the
railing.
Clothespins bit into my nipples. All that remained were the handcuffs.
There was no key in the bag. There was no backing out after this last
step.
Click. I locked my hands behind my back and immediately regretted my
action. I started to hyperventilate and it took all my willpower to calm
myself.
Time passed. Minutes felt like hours. Every now and then I'd feel a
presence, but always chalked it up to my imagination. I was cold and
shaking. My muscles were sore. I was rock hard.
I almost had a heart attack when somebody started twisting the
clothespins on my nipples. Calloused hands caressed my face. The hands
dug into my panties and roughly slapped my cock about. I came so hard
that I saw stars behind my blindfold.
After I'd filled my panties, my gag was removed and the volume on the CD
player was turned down. I was given a fresh coat of lipstick, then those
unseen hands scooped up my cum and were shoved into my mouth. Over the
sex CD I head the command: "Suck."
I sucked the fingers clean. I swallowed every drop. My panties were
removed and I licked them clean as well.
I was led out into the yard, pushed down to my knees and immediately
presented with a piece of man-meat that could barely fit into my mouth.
Following instructions, I kissed and sucked it as best I could, but
ultimately was forced to tilt my head back and endure a brutal face
fuck.
There was so much semen that I snorted and some of it came out of my
nose.
I was commanded to open my mouth and not swallow. A bright light of a
flash snuck around the edges of my blindfold as I smiled lustily for the
camera.
Then a new voice?a second voice surprised me from behind. "Fuck," he
said, "Never thought the faggot would actually show. Sure glad I decided
to stick around."
A new cock was shoved in my mouth.
I head my Master tell his friend, "She's not a very good cocksucker,
yet, but we'll give her lots of practice." He leaned down and whispered
directly in my ear. "Every day. A sissy needs to suck at least a cock a
day to keep the spankings away, and you, my little slut, are going to do
a whole lot more than just one cock a day."
His friend laughed and noted that I must be loving the abuse. "Look,
she's hard again?"
Master said, "So am I," and proceeded to pop out my butt plug and fuck
me so roughly that I had a hard time keeping his friends cock in my
mouth. They kept me skewered, the man in front holding my neck leash
tight while Master clipped a leash on to my cock and ball strap and help
me in place by the balls while he rode me furiously.
When Mastee was finished, his friend moved in from behind and took a
turn at sloppy seconds.
The night wasn't over yet. I was gagged again and the CD was turned up
full. They did uncuff my wrists, but led me to a picnic table where I
was tied tightly across the top. A rope was tied under the table,
connecting my collar to the strap on my balls. Everytime I turned my
head, my balls got a nasty yank. My unseen attackers threw a tarp over
me and laughed and told me to get some sleep. I was exhausted from the
rough fucking, but mostly from my emotions. It was painful, but I did
fall asleep.
It seemed like I was ripped back to consciousness in no time, as I felt
a stream of hot urine splash across my face. I heard laughter, but it
was too far away to make any sense. If Master and his friend were up on
the porch, who was pissing on me? Then I felt a rough, wet nose sniff
me. More laughter. It was a dog. Master's dog. Master's huge dog and I
somewhere deep inside I knew that I would eventually be his bitch.
But not tonight. "She ain't ready for you yet, King" I heard Master say,
"But don't worry, you'll get your shot soon enough."
The dog and laughter moved away. I eventually fell asleep. I didn't
dream. What dream could compete with this reality?
Early the next morning, I awoke to find myself untied and being hosed
down. I blinked in the clear morning sun. Master held the hose in one
hand, a cup of coffee in the other. The dog, King circled ominously,
licking his lips.
"Good morning, bitch," Master said. "Dry yourself, strip naked and join
me in the kitchen." Master and dog turned and went into the house
without waiting for my reply.
It took a few moments for my arms and legs to get working again. When I
felt I was finally ready, I pulled off what was left of my tattered and
soiled lingerie and meekly entered the house. I was directed to kneel at
Master's feet while he ate breakfast. King sniffed me, but was pulled
back every time he got too excited.
Master put what was left of his breakfast plate on the floor. "Eat," he
commanded. "No hands."
I was starving and wolfed it all down. When I'd finished, I heard him
say, "Look at me."
Master was a large man with coarse black hair and dark eyes. It's true
what they say, people do tend to look like their dogs. Both were huge
and quite scary, or at least they could have been, but at the moment
Master was smiling down at me and King lay relaxing off to the side.
"This is gonna work out just fine," he chuckled. King licked his lips in
agreement.
Master told me I'd done fairly well for my first time, and that he was
impressed that I'd even shown up at all. He told me that I "sucked" as a
cocksucker (and laughed at the pun) but not to worry, as I'd be getting
a lot of practice.
I was a bit surprised when he told me that he would let me go if I
wanted him to do so. He'd destroy all the photos and leave me alone, but
said that deep down, he knew that I wanted this and that we could have a
lot of fun together.
If I stayed, he would turn me into the slut of my dreams. I'd spend
large portions of every day in severe bondage. There'd be lots of
pictures, maybe even a website that could help pay for the clothes and
the hormones that I'd need. I'd be sent back home for now, but would be
expected to return each and every weekend to serve as his personal slut.
I'd be his maid, cleaning the house and "whatever else needed cleaning."
When he was gone, I'd be loaned out to his friends. "Or maybe we'll just
chain you up in the backyard and have King look after you."
Master held up a piece of paper. "This is a slave contract. You sign
this and your ass is mine, at least until I decide to sell your ass," he
chuckled ominously. "You sign this, and this is a taste of what you can
expect?"
He told me that he wasn't joking about making me suck a cock every day.
He would go online and find a small stable of studs who lived in my
small town. Whenever they called and said, "On your knees, bitch," I
would be expected to strip, blindfold myself and unlock my apartment
door. I would also be expected to sleep tied up in bed with the door
unlocked and my web cam on?just in case somebody needs a slut in the
middle of the night.
I would be pierced and put in chastity. I'd be tattooed. I'd be kept in
a severe corset and not fed on the weekends until I'd lost at least 50
lbs. Master had a boat, and we'd spend a lot of time in the Gulf, me
serving as the ship's wench, wearing nothing but a bikini and getting
all sorts of embarrassing tan lines.
I was promised a lot of late night adventures. I'd work hours each week
at a glory hole behind a local gay bar. I'd be left at an adult DVD
shop, tied up naked in one of the booths. Master had a long haul trucker
friend who'd love to keep a naked slut tied up in his sleeping cab while
he crisscrossed the nation. If I didn't do exactly what he said, I'd be
dumped naked on the side of the road and left to hitchhike home from
whatever state we happened to be in.
And hormones. I'd be expected to start hormones immediately. No
questions asked.
Ultimately, my shrinking waist, growing tits and hair would get people
talking. At that point I'd be allowed to quit my job and move in full
time as an internet bondage slut. I'd get implants and facial surgery;
everything I'd ever dreamed about but was too scared to make happen.
There was a long pause. I could feel his eyes burning down into me.
Finally, he asked, "What's it going to be? Boring old Shawn stuck in the
middle of nowhere? Or sissy slut Michelle for the rest of your life?" He
threw the slave contract and a pen down on the floor at his feet.
I didn't have to even think about my answer. I crawled forward, unzipped
his fly and engulfed his cock with my mouth. I didn't read the fine
print or take my mouth off Master's cock as I signed.
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