Later in the afternoon I showered and got ready as if I was going out on a date. Finally it was time. I left my room with my key and just enough money for bus fare both ways. I did as she asked, wearing just the sweatshirt, sweatpants and sneakers, nothing more. I pulled the hoodie up over my head and hid deep in its dark folds. I didn’t want anyone to see me.
A fear of the unknown swept over me, as I got off the bus just up the street from the theater. Slowly I walked down the sidewalk until I reached Hulbert. It’s the third door up I told myself. Suddenly I was there. The antique shop loomed in front of me. My heart started to pound, and my cock was rock hard and ready. I think I was trembling with excitement.
I stood there for a few minutes more. Finally it was 7 o’clock. I sucked in a huge breath and entered her shop. A small bell hung on the door and rang as I walked in. I was a little scared. Moments later a gorgeous woman appeared, and all my fears disappeared.
“Nick… I presume?”
“Ah, ah… yes, Mistress.”
“Please come in. Let’s go on into the back rather than stay out here with all these big open windows.”
I followed her around a variety of well-used junk. There was that distinct stale smell of old hanging in the air. When we got in the next room, she turned and looked at me. Slowly she reached up and put my hood down with both of her hands. She smiled, as she looked deep into my eyes.
“You’re really cute,” she said as she ran her fingers through my shaggy hair.
I grinned and blushed a little.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
She was wearing a long black satin robe which she slowly opened in front of me.
I’m sure my jaw dropped open when I saw her. She was gorgeous. She was just as I imagined.
“What’s the matter Nick?”
She stood there in a black leather bra and….
“Holy fuck…,” I whispered.
“Isn’t this what you expected slave?”
“Oh God yes,” I said, as my hand reached out and lightly touched the soft leather of her garter belt where it came around her hip.
She took my hand and raised it up until I gently felt the smooth leather that barely covered her firm breast. She watched my every expression before she spoke.
“Now it’s your turn. Off with those sweats so I can see what you’re so proud of.”
I never hesitated and anxiously pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it into a nearby chair. She ran her hands over my hairless chest and circled my small nipples. Her fingers soon reached the waist band of my sweatpants and slowly pushed them down over my hips. She laughed as the soft material caught onto my fully erect cock.
“Do I excite you a little slave?”
“Yes, Mistress… a lot.”
“I see that. I’m glad. If I didn’t, I’d be really upset.”
She ran her hands up and down the entire length of my hard organ a couple of times.
Moments later I was standing before this magnificent Goddess totally naked. I really thought I would have been a little reluctant to be here like this, but something stirred within me. I wasn’t bashful in the least. My balls churned, and my cock throbbed in anticipation. Small droplets of pre-cum glistened on its tip. I stood there submissively with my head down a little and waited. I wondered if I should get down on my knees. I was ready to be her slave.
She walked slowly around me sort of surveying the merchandise. Her hand ran across my ass cheeks. I tightened them just a little. She chuckled. After completing her little circle, she reached down and hefted my rather small balls. They aren’t huge and hang way down like a lot of guys, but everyone is a little different I thought.
“You don’t shave anything do you?”
“I like that… just naturally blond and with hardly any body hair at all. If it wasn’t for this long, hard, magnificent cock, I’d think you were only about twelve years old. But this monster,” she chuckled, as she ran her hand up the length of my shaft once more, “makes all the difference doesn’t it?”
“I wonder why you aren’t out having some young, sweet little pussy dancing on the end of this beauty tonight instead of standing here naked with a woman nearly twice your age.
“Are you gay?”
“No, Mistress, definitely not.”
“I knew you weren’t when you got so hard so quick just looking at me and my leather outfit, but I had to ask.”
She stepped off to the side and picked up something from a small table.
As I did, she grabbed my wrist and snapped a handcuff around it. I could feel the cold steel and hear the ratcheted sound as it closed snuggly against my flesh. My balls rumbled, and my cock throbbed even harder from the excitement of that moment. I reached around with my other hand eager to become her captive. She laughed and fumbled with the cuffs for a moment or two and then turned me back around.
“I fixed the double locks. That way they can’t get any tighter and cut off your circulation. You never know what position or where you might end up before the night is out.”
Then I smiled. “I’m yours to do with as you please Mistress.”
“Oh I will, now on your knees slave.”
Immediately I sank to the floor before her. Her leather clad pussy was right there in front of me. I stared at the folds of smooth leather that disappeared into the junction of her legs. I could smell the intoxicating mixture of the leather and her sex. Slowly she slid her tiny leather thong down over her hips and then spread her legs a little once it was off. A very narrow strip of dark hair led my eyes to her moist lips.
I looked up at her and then back down to her waiting pussy.
“Normally I would have never let you even see me at this point. You would have had to lick my boots and serve me for many months to prove that you are worthy, but I’m especially horny tonight. Lick my pussy slave, because it will be the last one you will see for a long, long time.”
My head was pushed back as she pulled me between her widely spread legs. I pushed in a little deeper, so my tongue could explore every inch of her moist pouting lips. She eased forward a little more and worked her pussy over my face, as the lust surged through her. I could smell her scent and taste her passion. I wanted her.
I was hot as well. My cock throbbed and pulsated with every heartbeat, as I continued to serve her. I think she was as excited as I was, having a young stud between her thighs. My tongue worked deep within her moist pussy, and my nose rubbed her ever-hardening clit. I licked and sucked and savored her sweet nether lips continuing to worship her. Finally I worked up until I could latch on to that erect little button with my lips.
“Slow down slave. Take your time. Enjoy it while you can,” she whispered.
I moved back down and ran my tongue in and out of her love tunnel. I tongue fucked her for several minutes before moving on. Finally I slid back up to her special spot. She put her hands on the back of my head and held me there. I covered my teeth with my lips and sucked her clit between them. I worked my tongue over that hard bundle of nerves for a couple of minutes. Finally after a few more brutal lashes with my tongue, she moaned with pleasure. Her girl cum gushed from her sweet pussy, as she came over and over again, drenching my lips with her musky offering. I savored every drop of it, as she moaned and cooed. I never stopped my eager assault. I licked and sucked and worked my mouth over her hungry pussy, as she screamed with unending pleasure. Her orgasms roared through her, one after another.
Finally she stepped back but continued taking long, deep breaths.
“Holy shit! For a young guy you’re really good at that. You must have had lots of practice doing that while at college. I bet you made a lot of girls really happy.”
I smiled, as she stepped back and pulled her little thong back up covering that beautiful treasure. Then she reached around and picked up something else from the table.
“Open wide slave.”
I opened my mouth, and a large red ball gag was wedged between my teeth. It filled my mouth as the leather straps were pulled around behind my head and buckled tight.
Then she reached over to the table and picked up a second set of cuffs. They were much heavier with a short, six inch length of chain between them. These were closed snuggly around each of my ankles.
“Now turn around a little and bend over this table,” she said as she picked up a thin riding crop.
As I did, she continued, “I’m going to give you a dozen hard lashes with this crop across your ass. Have you ever been whipped before?”
I was a little scared, as I shook my head back and forth.
“You have to pay for the pleasure you just had. Since you don’t have any money, you’ll pay with a little pain. That’s why you came here though isn’t it? You want the pain.”
My head nodded up and down a little, as I tried to mumble, “Yes.”
She ran her hand across my unblemished globes. They were smooth and ready for her to decorate with dark red stripes and thick purple welts. My bottom was a blank canvas for her to paint in black and blue. I was ready. I wanted it.
I heard the swish of her whip, as it came around and slammed across both of my ass cheeks.
“M – m – m….”
“That hurt slave?”
I nodded my head up and down and tried to mumble through the gag.
“Do you want more?”
Eagerly I nodded yes once more.
Another line of pain sizzled across my ass. God it hurt. It cut deep into my flesh, but I never made a sound. Again she brought the whip around and left another deep red welt just below the last one. Its fire burned across my butt. As she continued whipping me, the intensity increased. Each one hurt more than the last, but I was determined to take it. I never made a sound as the ninth and tenth lashes fell hard. The eleventh one went diagonally across both cheeks with even more force than the others.
“M – m….”
The last one was the worse. It landed in that crease where my ass meets my thighs. My cheeks clenched tight, and I moaned once more.
“Is that what you expected?”
I didn’t know how to answer. I really wanted more. I wanted to be fastened to some bondage bench and whipped some more. Finally I shook my head up and down as the throbbing continued.
She chuckled as she reached between my legs. My cock was fully engorged with hot sex-charged lust and desire. It begged for more. I looked up at her as she smiled. I think she was impressed by the way I took her whipping.
“Did you like that slave?”
I nodded my head up and down.
“Do you want more?”
As I indicated my desire, the moment was shattered. We both heard the bell on the front door of her shop jingle. Someone entered.
“Shit!” she said. “I must have forgotten to lock the door and turned the open sign around. I’m sorry. Don’t move or go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
Yea, chained up like this and being totally naked, I’m going to run right out in the street, I thought to myself. Of course I’d wait for her. I wanted more of her – much more.
“Just a minute,” she yelled. “I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time,” some man replied. “I’ll just look around a little. You never know what special thing you have here that I might be able to take home with me.”
Then she turned to me. “I’m going to borrow these.” Quickly she slipped into my sweats to cover herself up and went out into her shop. I could hear them talking.
“Oh Mr. Mueller… I didn’t expect you quite so early.”
“Well, I was in the area and saw the lights on, so I thought I’d stop in. Is there any possibility of picking up my newest acquisition tonight?”
“I guess so, but you’ll have to give me a minute or two to get it boxed. Look around. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
“Please take your time. There’s really no big hurry, even though I’m really quite excited to see it,” he added.
She came back to where I was and whispered to me.
“Quick! Get in here Nick and don’t make a sound. He’s after something rather special,” she explained, as she opened the top of a heavy wooden box.
Being securely locked in both ankle and handcuffs, it was a little difficult, but she helped me climb in, so I could hide. The box was actually quite small, so I lay down on my side in a tight fetal position in order to fit in. It was really dark as she closed down the lid.
Soon they were both in the room right next to me talking.
“So,” he asked. “Is this one going to make me happy?”
“Oh without a doubt. I think he’s absolutely perfect. He’s exactly what you are looking for. Possibly even better.”
“Can I see him?”
“Of course Franz… he’s right in here.”
Suddenly the top of my hiding place opened, and I looked up in total surprise. Instantly our eyes met, and a strange sensation rushed through me.
“Very nice,” he said, as the top was again closed. “I think he’ll do just fine.” Then I heard some sort of latches on my box, and the click of two locks.
“No! Let me out of here,” I yelled unheard because of the gag, as I tried to move.
Immediately a feeling of overwhelming panic enveloped me. I knew I was in deep shit. There was no doubt in my mind. I tried to get up and push my way out of the box, but I couldn’t move. My hands and feet were locked in unyielding chains. The box was way too strong and locked securely shut. I screamed and yelled, but the gag kept most of my sounds inside. Finally I quieted down and lay there wondering what had just happened.
It was nearly pitch black inside the shipping crate except for a few thin steams of light that came in through the small holes that would allow me to breathe. I quickly realized that there was no possible escape. I was doomed to whatever lay ahead.
“He’s younger than I thought you would find.”
“As I told you on the phone yesterday… he’s only 19 and absolutely perfect. There are no family ties, no job and no one will realize he’s missing for several months or more. I’ll send someone to get anything important from his room tomorrow, and he will completely vanish without a trace. That’s why I told you I needed a premium price – twenty-five thousand in cash.”
I can’t believe what just happened. I’ve just allowed myself to be kidnapped. I willingly came to her for a night of bondage and fell right into a trap. I even got into this tiny box without a struggle. I pushed and shoved and fought as hard as I could once more, but it was impossible to get loose. I was stuck in this fucking crate until he decides to let me out. I screamed for help, but it didn’t do any good. No one could hear me. There was no help for me.
I could hear the muffled sounds, as the transaction took place. The money was counted, and the deal was finalized. I had just been sold. I had just become his property. I guess I would be his slave instead of hers. That scared me. It scared me a lot.
After a while I felt the crate move. I think I was put on a dolly or something, as my box shook and bounced along. There were a few sudden jars and jolts. I was obviously taken down the front steps of the building. Right there in front of anyone who might be watching, I was taken away. Then there was one more solid, bone-jarring thud before I heard a motor start. I was in a vehicle, heading somewhere into the unknown. At that moment I realized my life would never be the same again.
She was right. No one will miss me. If she sent someone to get my computer from my apartment, there would be no trace of me ever. I will have just vanished from the face of the earth.
Why would someone pay that much money for another person? That thought bounced around in my brain for quite some time. Why was I worth $25,000?
I was running all kinds of thoughts through my mind, when I remembered something she said, as I knelt between her thighs, “Lick my pussy slave, because it will be the last one you will see for a long, long time.”
She had asked me earlier if I was gay. Suddenly I got a bad feeling. The guy who just bought me is obviously gay. He was looking for a young submissive male, and it turned out to be me. I realized that I wouldn’t be eating any pussy in the future. I wouldn’t be fucking any young, cute college girls either. I would be sucking cock and probably taking his dick up my ass. I’m the one who would be fucked. There was no doubt in my mind that I just became the sex slave of a goddamn faggot.
Again I fought as hard as I could to free myself from this fucking crate and the future that lay ahead, but it was no use. I was doomed to a new life. There was no escape.
“N – o – o – o – o….” I screamed. “N – o – o – o….”
Then something else flashed through my brain. She told me something the first time we spoke. It was something about “the possibility of unforeseen and unpleasant consequences.”
I told her I was ready for those, but now I’m having different thoughts. I have heard about people on the internet who are not who they say they are. Was I that naïve? I never gave anything like that a thought. After all, it couldn’t happen to me. Who would think of being abducted as a sex slave for some gay guy while answering an ad on Craig’s List for a female dominatrix? Maybe Craig’s List really does have a few problems. The ad said “an evening of fun with chains, whips and paddles… no long term commitments.” Like everything else, it was a lie. Oh I’m sure the part about “looking for a young, submissive male” was accurate, but where’s a lifetime of slavery fit in to that listing? That sounds like a pretty long term commitment to me. And serving a man for God’s sake!
Then I realized I had missed another monumental clue back when we were first talking on Skype. She told me about being discrete and not telling anyone where I was going. She said she didn’t advertise. That’s fucking bull shit. That fact never registered. Hell, I found her because of her ad on the internet. She strung me along – telling me just what I wanted to hear. Maybe I didn’t want to know the truth. I wanted to serve a Mistress.
I guess I was wrong when I told her that I had no future. It isn’t what I had planned, but I guess I have one now.