A Fantasy Realized · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter One Even while I was getting ready I knew this was crazy. I’d been swapping emails back and forth with a young college girl for several weeks, often as many as 10 or 12 every day. I’d seen her personal ad and just for laughs had responded. I knew that a 20 year old girl wasn’t going to be interested in an ‘old’ (40) geezer pervert but gave it a shot. I was completely shocked when I not only got a response but an enthusiastic one. We started chatting back and forth via our emails and finally got around to the subject of ‘special’ fantasies. You know. The ones we always publicly distain but secretly get us all hot and excited. Well, my particular itch was to be some foxy lady’s slave.
Not a pretend slave but a genuine, 100%, sex-toy slave. Even better, I wanted to ‘do it’ dressed up like a slut, a female slut. The sort you see in grade B movies playing some ditzy maid in a short, too-tight uniform that showed lots of stockinged leg and cleavage. When she asked me what my ultimate fantasy was I decided that with the privacy of the Internet I could get away with total honesty. Using an air of mockery towards myself, I told her how I’d always fantasized about being some woman’s slave, kept chained and cross-dressed in slutty outfits and performing menial housework whenever my ‘owner’ didn’t have me servicing her perverted, nymphomaniac sexual desires.
I’d be kept docile through torture and some clever remote controlled electric shock collar strapped to my private parts. My owner would of course use me as nothing more useful than a sex toy with utter disregard for my desires. Whew! I finished the email acknowledging that my fantasy was pretty far out there and I understood if she preferred not to continue the discussion…But, heck, it WAS my fantasy, and it did no harm to anyone, so as the phrase went, no harm, no foul. Besides, having told her mine, what was HER pet fantasy? I confess to having to pause before hitting the ‘send’ key for that email.
I was intensely excited, having never, EVER confessed that deep fantasy to anyone before, much less a total stranger. However, she had no idea who I really was or any way to identify me so it wasn’t like she’d be pointing at me in a crowd and laughing. I hit ‘send’ and logged off for the evening. I checked my email the next morning before work and saw no response from her. That evening, still no response. I figured I’d hit her ‘squick’ button a little hard and that was the last I’d be hearing from her. So be it.
I’d finally opened up and been utterly honest about what was in my soul and, even though it turned her off in a big way, I felt somehow…clean…about the matter, no deceptions, no ‘tailoring’ something that I thought would interest or arouse her, just honesty. If she couldn’t handle the darkness in another’s soul, she shouldn’t seek it out, so screw her. It was a couple of nights later as I was surfing the ‘net that I got an ‘instant message’ from her asking if I’d like to chat with her. I responded and in just a few moments we were chatting online again. She told me she’d been busy getting a term paper out and hadn’t been able to get online much.
As a psychology major she usually wasn’t busy, but when she WAS busy, it was intense. We kind of nattered along for 20-30 minutes, just chatting about silly things like the weather (getting cooler), the headlines (same old stuff), and her new roommates. After a brief pause she said that the other night she’d left her computer logged on and her roommates had come in and accessed her email. She said they’d read over my latest email to her (the one with my fantasy in it) and one of her roomies had come unglued. Accused her of hooking up with a degenerate pervert and called me other, worse names.
She said she’d explained to them that SHE had ASKED for my fantasy, I hadn’t offered, but the one roomie just didn’t understand. I told her that that really didn’t bother me too much, I had simply assumed that she’d decided not to continue corresponding with me and that she didn’t owe me anything. There was no response for a couple of minutes. Then she just asked me if that was REALLY my pet fantasy, if I’d thought about it very much and tried to visualize just what my fantasy would be like as reality. I replied that I’d had that fantasy for years and had indeed very, very carefully considered how it would be to actually LIVE my fantasy, not as fantasy, or a game, but for REAL.
“So you’d actually ENJOY doing someone’s laundry, cleaning the toilet, mopping their floor, all the while wearing high-heels, with the chance of getting whipped if your captor just has a whim to hurt you?” “I mean, my roommates and I all agree that we despise doing housework and we only wear high-heels because guys expect it sometimes, they’re uncomfortable as crap, and having to do both at the same time would be the worst.” “What if you hooked up with a genuine sadist, someone that genuinely ENJOYED hurting you, or maybe even KILL you?” I told her that, yes, as a matter of fact, I WOULD love to do someone’s housework, dressed up and slutty, at someone’s mercy.
Yes, high-heels and such WERE uncomfortable, but being comfortable as opposed to feeling ‘hot’ and sexy wasn’t nearly as much as a head trip. Also though, as a slave, my function would be to please my owner, if it sexually pleased her to abuse me, then I would be serving my function and on that level, even a sadist could feed my fantasy. I’d hope that I wouldn’t get a killer-type but if you always lived life without risk, where was the spice? “Geese, I wish one of my roomies had a boyfriend like you, we’d never pick up another dust rag again.” I had a smirk on my face when I typed my reply. “Too bad you ladies don’t believe in slavery and don’t know where I live.
Otherwise you might kidnap me and I’d wind up cleaning all day and doing kinky sex all night.” I sent this with a smiley face at the end to show I was joking. “That wouldn’t be such a bad idea, most of the boyfriends I’ve had never would give me the kind of sex I wanted, the WAY I wanted, WHEN I wanted. It was always their way or no way and I’ve gotten kind of tired of that.” “I bet it’d be fun to grab a slave by the ears and tell him to make me cum a half dozen times with his tongue…and have him DO it!” There were TWO smiley faces after this last sentence. I decided to go along and help her build the fantasy picture even more.
“And just think, none of you would ever have to pick up a piece of laundry again, you’d come in after class and the house would be straightened up, your clothes cleaned, ironed and put away neatly, every day.” “You’d never even have to touch a dirty dish again, not even to clean off the dinner table.” “Of course, you’d probably have to beat the crap out of your slave while you were getting him trained, that would require a good bit of effort, but after that it’s all gravy.” “Hummm, maybe I should talk to my roomies, might be fun to have a guy I could beat up on after a bad day in class.” With that we sort of drifted off that topic and after another 10 minutes or so said our goodbye’s.
Thursday evening she suggested that we meet in one of the local malls for coffee and conversation. She was curious to see what I looked like and coffee was pretty harmless. So Friday evening after work I drove to the mall, deliberately getting there a little early and settled down to wait for her. Only a few minutes later my email buddy walked over and sat down. We chatted and sort of sized each other up I guess. I saw a more or less typical college girl, dressed in faded jeans, loose sweat-shirt and sneakers. It was pretty clear she’d gone for comfort rather than style for this meeting. I had to admit it, given her face I doubted she really had her pick of boyfriends.
Not homely, exactly, just…plain… Of course, I was no prize myself. At 40 I was close to double her age, a bit overweight and definitely going gray on top. But what the heck, I told myself, neither of us were really looking for bed partners. After about 20 minutes or so her cell phone beeped and, after a brief conversation with the caller, she said she would have to go. Early next morning when I signed on there was a chat request from her so I IM’d her. She started off saying how much she’d enjoyed our little face-to-face but then asked if I my job gave me very much time off.
I said that I enjoyed my work and that I normally had about 3 weeks of vacation a year but that because of much extra work I had over 7 weeks that I was going to have to use up by the end of the year. “Seven weeks, huh?” “Were you really serious when you said you wanted to be someone’s slave?” I rather indignantly assured her that I was quite serious. “Well, I discussed things with my roommates last night and we decided to offer you a deal. They were in the mall last night and kind of looked you over while you and I were talking. We all agreed that you’re pretty cute.” “What we’ll do is let you be our slave for as much time as you can get off.
You get to make your fantasy come true and we get a live-in maid. So, what do you think?” That floored me! “But what about your roomies, I thought one of them had a major problem with the whole concept?”
“Well, she did but we discussed it and she hates housework more than any of us, the idea of not lifting a finger to clean up sounds pretty good to her. We also promised her that we’d make sure you had plenty to do so you weren’t lounging around and getting into trouble.” I sure didn’t have to think about this one too long! With my cock practically splitting my shorts I typed in an enthusiastic “ I agree”. Over the next few days we worked out the details. I’d provide my uniforms and shoes, enough for each day of the week, and they’d provide the underwear and all the ‘slave gear’ that they would like to use on me.
Of course, given that they were college students on a budget, I’d pick up the cost on the extra stuff. It took a couple of weeks to make all the arraignments. I talked my boss into approving a whole month and a half off for me, bought a half-dozen sexy maid uniforms and finalized things with Traci, Lora, and Susan. Traci, of course was my email buddy, Lora and Susan being her roommates. One evening Traci dropped in to visit and take care of a few concerns of theirs. One of her roomies was concerned about me charging them with assault, kidnapping, or assorted other felonies and wanted to get a little legal relief from me in the form of signed releases/agreements.
She was in a bit of a hurry so I went ahead and signed everything while we chatted and then she left. Finally it was my last day at work before my enslavement began. I could barely get anything done from excitement. I’d carefully kept to my story of getting far away from work, even to the point of making a big secret of my destination to some far away place and that I was NOT leaving a phone number I could be reached at. The moment I got home from work I started my preparations. All my ‘new’ clothes went into a suitcase along with $1000 to cover my food and incidentals. This I set outside with a house key attached.
I had a brief dinner that I really didn’t taste and began my own personal arrangements. Over the past couple of weeks I’d been working on getting rid of my body hair. It took awhile since the razor kept clogging up and getting dull but I’d finally succeeded in getting my body completely shaved below my neck. This evening I would take it to another level. After a steaming hot shower I completely shaved my body twice, making sure to get every single hair. With my body now utterly hairless and dry, I spread a depilatory cream over every inch of my body and left it on for twice the recommended time.
When I rinsed this time, I found that even the tiniest stubble was gone, leaving my skin clear of any trace of hair. Followed up by a long, soak in bath full of bath oil I was left smooth, soft-skinned, and fragrant. Still amazed at the feeling of somehow being more-than-naked without any hair, I laced myself as tightly as I could into a rather undersized waist-cincher and slid a pair of black (of course) stockings up my legs until they could be fastened to the garter straps hanging from it. I loved the tension of the elastic straps when they rubbed against my thighs and rear with every step I took. I didn’t linger too long enjoying the sensation before I got back to the work at hand.
Through much practice over time I had no problem fastening a transparent little flesh-colored bra around my chest and then stepped into the matching pair of thong panties. They didn’t conceal anything I had but they sure cradled my cock and balls in a delightfully snug way, it almost felt like a pair of soft hands wrapped around them. So much so in fact, that I just walked around the house in my outfit enjoying the sensations of everything rubbing and the wonderful sound of stockings rubbing together. My self-involvement was interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Traci calling to cancel their visit this evening.
She said that Lora’s mother was making a quick and unexpected visit and would be staying the night so obviously I couldn’t be there. I had to reluctantly admit she was quite right. Traci said that they’d come by sometime tomorrow morning and we could get started then. Of course if I’d leave the suitcase out they’d try to make a quick pass by and pick it up maybe late this evening. In the meantime though, they wanted me to keep wearing my sexy things all evening and even sleep in them (even the high-heels! AND be in bed by 10:00). Of course I was to be showered and ‘properly’ dressed in fresh clothes when they showed up tomorrow she insisted. OK, well fine.
So, I spent the evening lounging around the house watching a lot of TV and generally feeling horny as hell. I deliberately didn’t jerk off, wanting to ‘save’ myself for satisfying my future ‘owners’. I knew they’d be pretty eager to jump onto a good hard slave-cock and wanted to be able to please. I turned in right at 10:00pm. Due to my excitement though it was probably closer to 11pm when I got to sleep. I was doing fine until the damn phone rang at 11:30. After 4 rings the machine picked up but as soon as it did, whoever it was just hung up and called again. After this happened about a dozen times I gave up on sleep for awhile and decided to at least disconnect the phone.
Of course, it was in the living room. By this time I was cranky and really pissed of at the childish prank some little kid was pulling. When I slid out of bed I was reminded again of the sexy stuff I was wearing. The stockings on my legs let me positively zip out from under the covers and the soft tightness of the panties still felt great on my cock. They all combined to put me in a slightly better frame of mind than I might have otherwise been in while I fumbled my way to other room. I was almost at the phone when my legs were swept out from under me. It was an utter surprise and I was barely able to get my arms up in time to keep from smashing my nose flat on the floor.
As it was, only the thick carpeting kept me from getting hurt though I immediately had other things to be concerned about. I felt someone jump on my calves and another person sat on my head, between their combined weight I was pretty firmly pinned to the floor. When I tried raising my hands up to push the person off my head I found both my hands grabbed and twisted behind my neck. Moments later a third person joined in and I felt them grasp one wrist and pull it around and back up behind my back. An icy cold handcuff was tightened around it and the other hand treated similarly.
Whoever had cuffed my hands now put their knee in the middle of my back and twisted my wrists to keep me from struggling further. They up to now had ignored my yelling and cursing, muffled though they were. The person with their knee on my head lifted up just enough to slip a broad leather collar around my neck and buckle it in place. The moment I felt it tighten I also felt it give me a nasty shock. The more I yelled, the more it shocked. Finally I had to stop yelling to breathe and the shock stopped, when I made noise again, more shock. I learned pretty quickly that if I didn’t make noise, it didn’t jolt me, so I got very quiet.
As I stopped struggling my hands were pulled higher between my shoulder blades and a short chain connected them to the back of my collar. After a few moments the knee on my head lifted and a heavy cloth bag was pulled over my head. I could feel and hear something snapping in place onto my collar and then hear the lights being turned on. I felt a tug on the collar and realized that I was now at the end of a leash. After I struggled to my knees I heard a most welcome sound…Traci’s voice. “We decided that a proper slave shouldn’t get a chance to voluntarily come with it’s owners, it should be taken.
It’s out of your control from now on, even if you’d decided to change your mind we’ve got that agreement you signed. We aren’t going to let you back out of the deal.” “As I figure you noticed, the collar you’re wearing is gonna give you a shock any time you try to say anything, so don’t bother, there’s nothing we need you to say anyhow.” “Lora’s going to put another collar around your balls, it’s got another shock unit too. This one’s works by remote control so if you don’t behave, you’re NOT going to enjoy the result.
Take my advice and do JUST what you’re told.” About the time I heard this I felt a soft (though cold) hand fish around through the leg opening of my panties and pull out my dick and balls. She stretched out my ball sack and wrapped a strap around it right at the base. She pulled it tight enough to make me grunt (triggering a brief shock) then I heard a lock ‘click’. Presumably it was now locked in place. In response to a firm tug on my balls I rose to my feet and felt an object being pushed against my lips. I resisted and felt like I’d been kicked in the balls. The moment I opened my mouth to gasp in pain th
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