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Bret was one guy who never had trouble finding a piece of ass when he needed to get busy, needed some satisfaction, and needed to bust a nut, so to speak. He was rich, drove a great car, good looking and the loneliest guy in town. Sure he could always go down to the local pub and find some sweet young pair of lips to suck his cock dry, or some tight little snatch to stroke until he unloaded his cream for her, but he was getting tired of all that crap, he needed more, just wasn’t sure what that meant, he had always been satisfied getting his and not worrying about whether she got off or not, though they invariably did, he was really pretty good at fuckin’ and eatin’ a smoothie, so what more could he be needing? Really. It was Friday night and he was bored out his ever loving skull, not looking forward to yet another night of meaningless sex with someone he didn’t care about. He decided to try a different tactic to see if he could muster enough interest to get it up, so he got out his laptop and logged on to the net. Yeah, it wasn’t going to be his normal thing, he’d search for someone to take control of him this time. He found a site that seemed to specialize in Domination and created a fake identity, using some lame pseudonym for a screen name and an even more lame excuse for a profile. “29 year old male looking for a dominant female to rule his existence” was his intro line. He searched for a couple of minutes and saw a bunch of really hot looking pictures of women declaring themselves as ‘dominant’ or ‘mistress so-and-so’, almost all dressed in black leather and holding a riding crop. He chuckled at the absurdity of it, but continued on. As he searched on he ran across a profile that caught his eye, the woman had the most alluring eyes he had ever seen, no dark makeup, just a sparkle of lust that emanated from them through his screen bade him to stare in wonder of this woman. He clicked the link and soon found her profile complete before his eyes. In part it read Female, 25 Years young, straight only, no bi or les please, into role play, can be dominant, prefer silk scarves to ropes. He looked at the photos again, she was really a bit average looking, but those eyes were just to die for, he had to try to meet this woman. He clicked on the IM icon and typed a note; “Hi, how may I serve you Mistress Allie?” He waited to see if she would respond. In about a minute he saw a reply come into the text box; “you may serve me by going to my messenger site and talking to me about who you really are, and what you are really after, my site user name is msallie4u. He read and then reread her brief message, logged onto the messenger site on his real life account, thinking it may be a mistake, but her message seemed commandingly urgent and changed the screen name as he made the request for her to add him, using the same lame name he had chosen for his fake identity. Within a minute the window opened and he saw the same pair of alluring eyes staring at him from the screen, his dick twitched as it started to swell with the anticipation of what could happen, not that he believed that it would on that fateful night. The following is a rough quote from the ensuing text messages. BashfulBoy: Hello, how R U tonight Msallie4u: It almanbahis şikayet is of no consequence, who are you BashfulBoy: Just a horny guy looking for some new fun Msallie4u: have you ever been a submissive BashfulBoy : No, I would like to try it though Msallie4u: Tell me why…..honestly BashfulBoy: It is hard to explain, I’m tired of meaningless sex Msallie4u: Will being bound make it meaningful for you BashfulBoy: I don’t know Msallie4u: Are you willing to find out sub, you will need to be trained BashfulBoy: I think so, I can learn Msallie4u: do you have a cam sub BashfulBoy: yes Msallie4u: Turn it on and stand before it so that I may see you BashfulBoy: yes mistress He turns on the web cam on his laptop and places it to where the view will show his entire physique. It arouses him even more than before and his erection grows some. Msallie4u: Strip naked sub and turn so that I may see all of you, do not touch yourself though BashfulBoy: yes mistress He turns around and removes his shirt, pants and footwear, leaving him with only his briefs and socks. The briefs have a tent forming over his hardening dick. Msallie4u: The rest boy, now, or I will leave you BashfulBoy: yes mistress Facing the camera he removes his socks and then his briefs. His erect dick springs forth revealing his excited ten inch tool; it slopes gently in a curve upward as he stands in front of the lens. Msallie4u: What would you have me do with you now sub Bashfulboy: Whatever you will do mistress Msallie4u: Leave your computer on, get your wallet and car keys and return BashfulBoy: yes mistress Bret is getting really into this; at this point it is a fun romp, nothing lost, nothing really given. He goes and gets the car keys from the front hall table and his wallet from the pants he had just removed and returns to stand in front of the camera with one in each hand. Msallie4u: Well done sub. Go outside, get in your car and drive to 14 th and Chestnut, park and wait for further instructions. Someone will tell you what you must do. Your clothing will not be necessary, that part of town will be deserted at this time of day. BashfulBoy: mistress, are you sure, I could be arrested Msallie4u: Do so now or I will be gone from you sub. You have 15 minutes to be there, if you are not, I will be gone from your life forever. Bret looks at the screen, those eyes still staring at him, taunting him to do exactly what she has said. He thinks only for a moment before deciding. BashfulBoy: yes mistress I will be there Though he has some misgivings about driving through town naked, he figures that he can get to the location without incident. He begins to message his swollen dick as he pulls from the driveway of the townhouse before remembering that she had told him not to touch himself. The leather upholstery feels so good against his bare buttocks and legs; he stays aroused for the almanbahis canlı casino entire 12 minute trip, finds a place to park near the intersection and turns off the car. Not wanting a driver passing by to see him, he slumps down in the seat to wait. His wait is short lived; a dark van pulls up beside his Mercedes roadster and comes to a stop. The side door of the van opens, an arm appears from the open door clad in a long dark sleeve with a black glove on the smallish hand, beckoning him to get out and move to join whoever is in the van. He grabs up his wallet and keys, opens the door of his sports car and crosses to the waiting portal. As he enters the doorway a deep feminine voice calls out from the front seat “Sub one, cover his head so that he may not see.” Immediately a dark fabric shroud is pulled down over his head as he sits down on the ridged metal floor of the cargo van. “Sub two, take his keys and drive his car to follow us to the ‘keep’, drive carefully though, this guy has a nice car,” and stifles a laugh. The van door slams shut and begins to move, Bret is seated in the middle of the floor, trying desperately to find a comfortable spot with his butt seeming to ride the ridges of the cold metal floor, feeling disillusioned, but still excited at the same time. “Lay him down and bind his hands sub one, he must be trained yet.” Bret felt his shoulders as they were pushed to the floor and then his hands bound together with some soft fabric, tightly enough that he couldn’t move them apart. He heard a giggle from sub one as she, surely it was a female voice he heard, took stock of his man tool, Bret had long since realized that having a big cock had its own advantages, though not all women really liked being speared with all ten inches of meat, most really loved it. “Sub one, you will be disciplined if you tough him” came the commanding voice from the front seat, still low and sultry, yet threatening this time. He lay there on the chill of the bare metal floor, blinded by the hood, trying to keep his balance as the van turned to the left or right. He had long since lost track of the turns and had no clue as to where he was. The van came to a stop as he heard a garage door open and then it proceeded into the building. The echo the engine sounds created seemed distant; he figured it was a large room, perhaps even a warehouse. The van came to a full stop and the engine was shut off. The driver’s door opened and shut, then the side panel door slid open letting in a rush of cool air; he hadn’t noticed but the van had been warm in comparison to the flash of cold. The deep sultry voice said “remove him from the van and take him to the chamber, I will further instruct you when he has been bound.” Sub one took him by the arm above the elbow and led him through a doorway and down a hall turned and then down some stairs, one flight then two. Another door and they had apparently arrived in the chamber, whatever the hell that is, he thought. He was led several more steps and pushed against something, hard and flat, but not a wall. Without a word his arms were elevated above his head and tied to the surface. He felt a soft fabric surround his right ankle and then bound to something, then his left in the same manor. almanbahis casino A belt surrounded his waist and then synched tightly around something, he tried to move and couldn’t, though he really didn’t want to, he was excited at the possibilities that were lying before him. It was evidenced to any who would look; his scimitar shaped prong was at full arousal and standing before him as he awaited the further instructions she had promised. He heard the door open and two more sets of footsteps came into the room, had he guessed it was Mistress Allie and sub two joining he and sub one, his guess would have been correct. He heard murmured voices as the low toned sultry voice commanded the others what to do, and he soon found himself being raised from the floor, bound to a device that allowed him no movement, only able to feel the burden of his own weight forcing down on the binding fabric and belt. He felt a brush of air as someone walked past his naked torso, and then the presence of another standing in front of him. As he hung there his anticipation began to ebb and his magnificent cock started to whither to a flaccid state, but that would be short lived as he heard the low sultry voice come from inches in front of his chest. “Sub BashfulBoy, you seem to be loosing interest in the role already, are you not willing to play it any longer? Make me want to help you and I will, or I can take you back to your miserable existence without ever gazing on the pleasures I have to offer.” “I will submit to your wishes Mistress, but I don’t know what you expect of me.” He felt a soft feathery touch cross his neck and chest, it then trailed downward to the mound above his dick, circled it and then around his sack, enough motivation for him to again begin being aroused. “Sub one, make him hard for my pleasure” came the sultry voice. He felt a hand grasp his enlarging tool and begin to stroke it, taunting the head as it passed, grasping his sack as it went to the base, and he let forth a low moan of satisfaction. “You cannot cum yet boy, you are not allowed to feel those pleasures until you have satisfied me, and my two other subs as well.” He replied “I will try Mistress, but if you tease me, surely I will cum, I am but a man and can do nothing about a reaction so base of instinct.” He heard the air hiss as something broke through it, and then felt a seething pain on his buttocks and a ‘whack’ as the crop struck him on the right butt cheek. He yelped at the unexpected painful blow. “You will NOT cum boy, I offer pleasures you have not imagined, but obedience is absolute, or the consequences will be severe.” With a whimpering tone Bret replied “Yes Mistress.” Again he felt the soft feathery touch surround his cock, and the gentle hand again began to stroke him up and down the length of his manhood. The sensations had a profound effect and he grew to his fully engorged size. “I see you enjoy the advances of Sub one boy, you will satisfy her now. Lower him for her needs.” He felt his body being lowered and then tilted backwards; the strain of his weight was taken from the bindings as he felt the safety of the floor below his back. A rustling of movement focused his attention on someone moving around his head, then the warmth of smooth thighs as they surrounded his neck and chin. He could smell the sweet scent of a woman, seemingly already moist with excitement. A hand raised his head from the device enough to push the bottom of the shroud that blinded him above his nose, but no farther.