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The text pops up on my phone, apparently just a minor distraction in a sea of meetings and presentations and team-building exercises. But when she looks at it, it says, ‘Unit 4U is called into service.’ And then Haley Keene goes away for a while, and I emerge.
I text back, ‘Unit 4U acknowledges service call,’ and sink into stillness to await further instructions. While I do, I access Haley’s memories of the time since I last emerged from the depths of her mind. I see that we are attending a business conference in San Diego, part of an ascending career path that Haley still believes to be entirely her own doing. This is important information that the Masters need to know, so my fingers twitch back to life just long enough to add, ‘Unit 4U is out of normal service territory.’ Then I return to perfect, placid submission once more.
The Masters respond within minutes. ‘We are aware. The diversion of routine was planned. Excuse and depart, further instructions en route.’ An address follows. I memorize it and slip the phone into Haley’s purse. Then I rise from the conference table, allowing my face to go ashen as I describe a sudden stomach upset.
The excuse is accepted without further comment, and I am allowed to leave. This is definitely different from the corporate practice I know from accessing Haley’s memories, but I remain calm and unsurprised. If the Masters were able to arrange for Haley to take this trip, they almost certainly could arrange for her behavior on it to go unremarked. It is even possible that the Masters run the company Haley works for, but it is not my place as a slave to speculate as to the Masters’ identities. Male or female, young or old, black or white, they direct me and my only place is to obey.
I walk out of the conference hall and hail a taxi, providing them with the address I was given. I sink back into the seat cushions, providing perfunctory but polite responses to the small talk the driver offers, and take out my phone to await my next instructions. Time narrows to a meaningless void as I stare at the screen, a slave has endless patience, and I can wait as long as I need to in order to receive further direction from the Masters.
This patience has also served Haley well-she no longer wastes time at work on meaningless distractions, and she finds herself happy to concentrate on tedious projects for as long as she needs to in order to meet her goals. But it is only when I emerge that we find the true reserves of infinite, depthless obedience that allows me to focus fully on service to the ones that own us both.
The taxi has not yet stopped when I see the next text flash across the screen. ‘Entertainment/Service/Return,’ it says. There is a picture following that text, a woman of Middle Eastern descent in her mid-forties, followed by a name, ‘Masuma Zaman’. I understand that entertaining her is my next responsibility, and I can feel my entire center of being shifting to direct itself around the priority to make her happy. It feels inexpressibly wonderful.
‘Message understood, arrival at first stop imminent,’ I text, before sliding the phone into my jacket pocket. The taxi pulls up to the hotel that is my initial destination, and I pay the driver with a modest tip to make sure the journey is entirely unremarkable. I step out and walk into the lobby, and there she is. I immediately understand that her joy is the most important thing in the world to me, and my mind is filled with perfect pleasure both at the understanding and at my unhesitating obedience in coming to that understanding. I am conditioned to obey, and I am also conditioned to accept my conditioning.
I walk up to her. ‘Masuma?’ I ask. She nods, smiling back at me with undisguised desire. ‘It’s very nice to meet you.’ My voice is carefully neutral as I allow her to set the tone of our encounter. I have no information on whether she is an uninhibited sybarite, or indulging in a cautious tryst away from important responsibilities. My duties demand her safety as well as her enjoyment.
‘And you as well, my dear,’ in a thick accent that I place as Bahranian. ‘You must be Martha.’ And instantly, I am. My name becomes a new part of me, fitting seamlessly into the other instructions that I know I am to obey. Haley is Unit 4U. Unit 4U is a slave, and Unit 4U is commanded to be Martha. So I am Martha. It makes perfect sense to me now. ‘I’ve heard so much about you. Shall we go up to the room and discuss the security arrangements for my visit?’
I nod politely, understanding that this is the fiction that we are using to disguise her intentions. And yet, it also is true to me. I feel a quiet pride at my ability to hold all these contradictory ideas and concepts and personalities so perfectly, but I know that it is truly the Masters who must be proud of their work. ‘Of course, Ms. Zaman,’ I say, politely and professionally. ‘Lead the way.’
She takes me to the elevators, and from there to a penthouse on the 22nd floor. It is vast, but I expected nothing less, the Masters have invested a great amount of time and effort into my programming, and they expect a return on that investment. Slaves serve the powerful, my conditioning reminds me, and while I am not allowed to know why or how, it appears that Masuma Zaman is a very powerful woman.
And one with appetites to match. The moment the door closes, she pulls my jacket down around my wrists to bind them behind my back, and rips my blouse open with enough force to send the buttons ricocheting off the walls. She yanks my bra down and grabs my nipples, pinching them tightly and tugging on them to lead me to the bed. I feel the strong sensation, but I am no longer capable of understanding it as pain. I see on her face that it pleases Masuma, and all things that please Masuma are pleasure to me now.
She pushes me to my knees in front of the bed, and looks down at me with fierce arousal on her face. ‘Do you want my pussy, little slut?’ she growls as she pulls her own clothes off with heedless abandon. ‘Do you want to put that tongue to some good use for a change?’
‘Oh, yes, Mistress,’ I whisper, looking up at her in rapt adoration. Years of conditioning and experience have taught me exactly what Masuma is looking for now, and I eagerly give it to her with the devotion only a perfect slave can provide. ‘I want to put my face between your thighs so badly now, please, please let this slutty little girl lick you, please, I can’t wait to taste you-please!’
It’s not merely words. She could have hired an escort for that, one guaranteed to be discreet with a tongue just as talented. (Or at least with a talented tongue-my education on such techniques was incredibly thorough.) But she wants what only I can give her, a true and aching devotion to her pleasure. I feel it coursing through my body, the absolute and naked need to bury my tongue in her slick pussy and lick until she tells me to stop. This is something she can only get from one of us.
The room fills with the scent of sex as her arousal builds rapidly. She smiles, reveling in my pure and helpless desire for her body, and she sits on the bed with her legs spread wide. ‘Now, slut,’ she says, tangling her fingers in my hair and dragging me closer. ‘Fuck me with your pretty tongue.’
I can’t think of anything else. I open my mouth wide and seal my lips over her mound, grunting with lust as I spike my tongue deep between her labia and push it as far as I can go. The taste of her saturates my senses, and it is impossible for me not to squirm with my own sexual heat as I lavish my attentions on her pussy. Haley has never thought about a woman like this, Unit 4U loves only the Masters, but Martha has fantasized about tongue-fucking Masuma for as long as she can remember. And I am Martha now.
I don’t even think about how long I pleasure her. I only notice when I feel her gushing urgently against my face, smearing me with her juices as she grinds herself against my mouth. Then she drags me up by the
hair again. ‘Oh, that’s so good,’ she moans, pulling me close to suckle at my stiff nipples. I have no choice but to allow her to maneuver me, my hands are still knotted behind my back, and I shiver at the delightful helplessness I feel. ‘Mmmm, ymmmf…’ She rubs herself against my thigh as she sucks, and I feel her teeth leaving tiny love bites all over my breasts.
It doesn’t worry me. Nobody will see them but Haley, and Haley never notices anything I don’t want her to.
My leg feels suddenly slick and wet, and Masuma moans loudly into my flesh as she cums again. I can only imagine how long she’s been anticipating this, how hot it’s made her to imagine all this pleasure waiting for her. She rolls us over, pushing me backwards onto the bed, and spreads my legs wide so that she can grind her pussy against mine. ‘Beg me to cum, slut,’ she growls, her voice thick with lust. ‘Tell me just how much you need it from me.’
‘Please,’ I gasp, squirming under the stimulation that I finally allow myself to feel. ‘Please, I need it so bad, need to be your horny little slut, your fucktoy, please let me cum Mistress, I can’t think, oh, you feel so good, I want you so badly, want to cum with you, please fuck me harder, please oh please oh please!’ I can sense myself becoming exactly who Masuma needs me to be as I speak-a perfect submissive, devoted and adoring and molded to her will. It’s all I want to be now. It’s all I can ever remember wanting to be. Martha is a good little slutkitten, shy and uninhibited all at once, and I am Martha.
‘F-f-fuck!’ Masuma gasps out, grinding her clit against mine with passionate intensity. ‘Oh oh oh OH!’ Her eyes roll back in her head as she cums again, and I match my hips to hers to make the orgasm even more intense. ‘Cum cum cum CUM!’ And then everything goes white as I feel my own climax hit.
She doesn’t stop, though. I count a total of five orgasms before she finally gives in to exhaustion and lets her sated body slump onto the bed. Even then, she curls her legs around me so that she can feel me between her thighs, and she presses her pussy absently against me as she drowses. I feel perfectly content within her embrace, happy on a level that I could never have imagined. I want to lay like this forever. I want to be with Masuma forever. I want to belong to Masuma forever.
Then I feel the phone in my jacket pocket buzz.
I shift slightly in order to pull it out without disturbing my lover, my Mistress, my owner. I find myself hoping against hope that this might be a message that the Recruitment and Return stops have been canceled, that Masuma was happy enough with the way I pleasured her body that she decided to buy me outright and make me her love slave for the rest of my life. I can see myself curling up at her feet, a devoted slut kitten with no will but submission to my perfect queen’s perfect pussy, and it’s all I could ever truly want.
‘Per intelligence estimates, we expect Entertainment to be complete. Move to next task, Recruitment.’ There is an address after the text. There is a picture after the address. There is a name after the picture. I examine all three carefully.
Then with savage quickness, I pin my target to the bed. She struggles, but she’s sleepy, unsuspecting, and drugged with too many endorphins to put up a real fight. Within moments, I have her arms pinned underneath her and her legs helplessly entwined with my own. One hand snakes out to cover her mouth, and the other places the phone directly into her field of vision.
‘Initiate Recruitment,’ I say out loud, and the phone’s display springs to life with a swirling vortex of dizzying color. ‘Watch the lights, slave. You cannot look away.’ She tries for a moment to close her eyes, but she’s already so confused and shocked by my sudden assault that her mind is momentarily off guard. She wants something to latch onto, some island of certainty in a bizarre and unpredictable situation, and the spiral gives her that certainty. And that moment is all that I need to begin programming her.
‘You feel great pleasure when you stare and allow the lights to capture your mind,’ I say. I remember the words perfectly from multiple previous recruitments, all the techniques I was programmed with to program others. Ironically, I don’t remember learning them-the one memory locked away from Unit 4U as well as Haley is the day when we were brought into the service of the Masters. I don’t need to remember that, though. I don’t need to remember anything I wasn’t instructed to remember.
‘You feel your will growing weak and helpless as the lights break apart your resistance,’ I continue. She shouts under my hand, digging her teeth into my palm in an effort to force me to pull away, but I’m no longer capable of understanding it as pain. Enduring her struggles helps me to enslave Masuma, and all things that enslave Masuma are pleasure to me now.
‘The less you resist, the better it feels to you,’ I say, punctuating my words with a slow, measured motion of my hips to stimulate her clit. Her struggles are growing weaker now, her shouts dying down to mumbles as she gazes wide-eyed at the spinning spiral in front of her. She’s so beautiful when she gives in like this and her will collapses into obedience. I can’t imagine anything as erotic as enslaving her for the Masters and bringing her under my power. It’s so sexy to turn her into a mindless slut. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.
‘You know that you cannot resist. You know that obedience always feels better than resistance. You know that you are traveling a path toward perfect obedience, and perfect obedience is perfect pleasure.’ She is mouthing the words a beat behind me now, her stare blank as the power of the hypnotic vortex stills her mind and will. All traces of the powerful, dominant woman who controlled me are lost now, just as ‘Martha’ is losing all meaning to me as a name. We are converging on the same point, and that point is perfect slavery.
I release my hand from her mouth, but she does not try to shout. Instead, when I say to her, ‘You can feel your thoughts turn to the pattern of submission,’ she softly repeats my words back to me. She is submitting. She is not a slave, not yet, but her mind is soft and pliable. She is ready to be shaped. I’m so happy that I could give this gift of obedience to her.
I speak again. ‘Recruitment underway, request deep programming team at my location.’ The phone doesn’t display anything other than the spinning lights that are wearing Masuma’s resistance to dust, but I know that my words have been heard. All I need to do now is continue deepening her trance until my replacements arrive to permanently program her. And I have infinite patience for that.
Some time later, they let themselves in under the guise of janitorial staff. They provide me with replacement clothes, which I don after showering to wash the scent of sex off of me. Then they plug Masuma into the deep brainwashing equipment that will install her full slave programming. ‘Recruitment of Unit 6K under way,’ I text. ‘Requesting further instructions.’
‘Return and awaken,’ the reply says. I confirm, and head down to the lobby with not a hair out of place.
I don’t really notice the trip back to my hotel, other than as a chance to establish my cover by texting Haley’s boss with information about my stomach ailment. Haley will, of course, genuinely feel the mild nausea and cramps that I describe. She’s very well-trained, even if she doesn’t realize it. But I am more obedient still.
When I return to my room, I carefully delete all texts relating to my activation. I lay on the bed, allowing the psychosomatic pain to creep into my mind. And then, satisfied with the knowledge that I obeyed perfectly, I go away for a while. And Haley emerges once more.
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BDSMTina-Slave Tina had been having these strange feelings about her sexuality for years. She had always fantasized about things that would be considered "kinky" by most of her friends. Now, here she was in a situation that only a few months ago she could not have imagined. It all started when she and Marge had been talking about each other's fantasies. Tina had gone first and she had shared her innermost feelings. Marge was very intent, listening to Tina describe how she had always wondered what...
Tina had been having these strange feelings about her sexuality for years. She had always fantasized about things that would be considered "kinky" by most of her friends. Now, here she was in a situation that only a few months ago she could not have imagined. It all started when she and Marge had been talking about each other's fantasies. Tina had gone first and she had shared her innermost feelings. Marge was very intent, listening to Tina describe how she had always wondered what it would be...
Note: This story is completely fictional! As Joey walked home from college, he began to think about his girlfriend, and how she was the only girl in his life. He had only fucked her, and no one else. He was totally faithful to her. Or rather, he was totally faithful to her perfect breasts and her sweet pussy. He was looking forward to spending tonight with her. He walked towards the fountain he always passed. Oddly, no one was around, and because of his thoughts of his girlfriend, his cock was...
GayYour bank accounts at 0. $45,000 in debt, plus monthly living expenses. No job, no friends, no family. You realize this is the end. You can't support yourself anymore. You can beg on the streets, live out of homeless shelters, and be miserable. Or you can become a slave. Under government law, any citizen can give up all rights and become a slave. Their debt is forgiven, and they become the property of someone else for 10 years. The only choice you get is picking your new owner. Some people got...
FetishMy wife and I have been married for 9 years now. We are born in new york and live in new york but travel to wisconsin,chicago, and california often. My friend was going out with my wife before but he was just messing with her for a few months she would tell me who she would love to suck dick and was a freak. My friend was an old friend that I lost touch with and never really hung out only friends from high school. I also knew her at high school and were friends but not real close and we lost...
The bomb killed me instantly. Both Wayne and Erika died with me. The blast completely disintegrated Wayne's house and severely damaged the neighbouring houses. Based on what Sherwin said, the police believed in the involvement of terrorists. Since Sherwin never knew about Erika, everyone thought only Wayne and me died. Fiona never told the police what I told her, but she unsuccessfully tried to tell Sherwin. Since Erika's presence was only acknowledged in the minds of a two people who saw...
He was a junior in college, so he's about two years older than me. He was linebacker on the football team and "Mr. Popular", everybody knew him and seemed to love him. Then there's me...the geek. I didn't get shoved into lockers or wear army pants and flip flops, but i was definitely low on the social scale. And by this point you already know "oh she was in love with the guy" well...no! It began when i snuck out of my dorm with my friend Katie. Her iPod, and favorite bra had been...
Every Sunday morning it's a wrap up of the night before. After a good long sleep and breakfast, Melanie and I were ready for the tie-ups and a mouthful of pussy...We're both airline hostesses, but Melanie's route is Asia and mine is Europe. WE do meet in Chicago every other weekend as the stop over for both these routes...We met while I was flying to Mumbai to spend two weeks in GOA..She was going to vacation their as well, as this was her last flight for the year and a much needed vacation...
I awake from a deep sleep, dark dreams of him. I don't see you. I am still half asleep, but can smell you. An ice cold chainmail single tail whip presses against my throat. My body pinned to the bed by yours, unable to move. Your voice growls in my ear. "Go ahead. Scream. No one can hear you." I know not to waste energy, I am going to need it. Believe it or not, I feel safest in your hands no matter what they are doing to me. This includes scaring and torturing me. You would have to know my...
BDSMHope and I woke up as the SUV came to a stop. "We're in OK City. Charles, find us a nicer hotel than last night. There was something hard up against my back all night," mom said with a giggle. Faith handed me the laptop, and with a couple of clicks, I asked Mom, "Hyatt Regency, Holiday Inn or Courtyard?" "Hyatt Regency, honey!" "OK — I-40 past the I-44 exchange and turn South onto South Meridian Ave — It'll be on your left. Can't miss it," I said. We were there pretty quickly;...
Paulette was just coming home. She was tired of such a long day from work, and she hoped to be able to have a peaceful night. She had been unable to get comfortable in her own home for at least a week. This is because her husband Craig had been unusually horny in the past month. At first, Paulette enjoyed the attention she had been getting from Craig but wondered where the extra libido had been coming from. But then, he needed to have sex twice a day. When that was not enough, he would bang her...
When I was about 26 and living by myself in a studio apartment in Hollywood I met a woman who changed my life. I had been living in Apartment 23 for about 6 months when all of sudden at 4 am there was someone pounding on the door. I quickly got up and ran to the door, shouting, "Who is it?" "It's Vicky from across the hall, can you help me?" she said. I opened up the door and she was dressed in all black with high boots. "All the power in my apartment went off, do you know how to...
Tim is calmer now, but it is six already, and Les is coming soon. She will be expecting dinner to be ready. Tim’s insecurities are out entirely. Having taken in so much in the last few hours, he is reverting to how he was before Abbie. Abbie hugs him and tells him to let her get out her ‘recipe book.’ This at least makes Tim laugh a little as Abbie speed dials a local Italian restaurant. Three orders of spaghetti with marinara sauce, which she tells them, can be put all together. Same...
TransThis is a true story about my experience of gay relations with 3 male occurred during my teenage as first lesson about sex. I was 18 years old then. My father was an officer and posted in an eastern district of U.P. We were staying with him in his official quarter. He was provided with a male servant Naresh, aged about 18 years and a watchman Jeetesh, aged about 22 years. In addition to that he has engaged a cook Manish aged about 23 years. It was the time, when my curiosity about sex just...
Gay MaleWe’d just finished a set and the sweat was sliding down the sides of my face, above and under my lip in streams and I wanted to hop in the shower right then and there. I was already a little tipsy, so the music and the screaming from the crowd joined and it all just sounded like a night club. They began to blend, show after show. You can’t tell when the crowd is cheering anymore. You can’t tell when a girl is screeching or a guy is hollering. It all sounds like one thing, gigging, which I had...
Hi, friends, thank you so much for the overwhelming response to my previous sex story. It has been almost three years since I posted my sex story and even now I am getting positive feedbacks from the readers. This is what a writer enjoys in writing. This encourages me to write new adventures and my previous encounters related to sex. Now I am going to narrate a sex story about an incident which happened to me 14 years back. As most of you guys know I was married at a very young age of 18 and my...
Steve kissed Shannon again. After all, that's what they'd gone to all this trouble to get. He hugged her to him by her butt. As the kiss went on, he raised his hands up her back under her sweatshirt. She shivered. He dropped his hands and held her butt again for a moment. When he raised his hands the next time, they were outside her sweatshirt and in front. She put both hands on his face and held it while her tongue entered his mouth. "Why don't you wash your hands again?" she asked....
Santa is cumming to town and he’s cumming hard!! Santa decided to roll with us on the Bang Bus this week, searching for chicks to sit on his lap. We came up on this cute chick named Kiley who needed a ride to the mall. Santa lured her in the bus with promises of gifts and good times. But the only presents that santa is carrying this BangBros Holliday season are toys for twats. Santa pulled out a purple dildo from his giant sack and gifted it to this gorgeous eighteen year old. Once she...
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Phone Sex SitesLess than 24 hours after meeting and helping out Rachael after her car had a flat tyre she and I had shared a pleasant meal followed by a night of hot sex and now we had just enjoyed a sex session on her dining table with Joanne her estate agent who had called at the house early in the morning to show it to an older couple who were interested in buying it.I had filled Joanne’s pussy with a load of cum while Rachael had sat on her face and then she had licked my cock clean and sucked as much cum...
The intercom crackled, startling her from her focus on the computer screen. “Lacy, you have a phone call on line 1.”Since her vision was still off focus she had to squint to read the clock on the wall.Thinking out loud she said, “Who would be calling 10 minutes till closing?”Picking up the receiver she punched the button to open the line. “Lacy Clarke speaking. How can I help you?”Speaking that greeting had become second nature to Lacy. So much so she often answered her home phone that way....
BDSMThis is my first attempt at writing a story, so be kind in your reviews. And, yes please do leave a review. I'll take all the constructive criticism that people have to share, just in case I decide to write another one. This story has been running around in my head for a couple of months and I though that I would share it with everyone. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. My Wife, My Lover, My Transformer By Teddie S Chapter 1 My name is Tom, well it...
Ever hungry for more market value, Niantic is looking for more products to increase its revenue before going public. Behind closed doors marketing quietly moves to increase the sales of existing product. "Candies! The Ultimate Health Supplement!" they present to the board. In a brief vote share holders jump the proposal and streamline the concept for proper regulatory agencies. They are in need of test subjects;