Lily the Slave
(M/M/M/M/f, nc, BDSM, D/S, humil, slave, oral, anal, ws, fist, voy, exhib, inter, a)
To H------ with much love,
I hope she finds pleasure in all of her pain

Introduction

Once, I had a first and last name but that was very long ago when I was another person, a person that now is dead and no more. What I was is no longer important because what I am now is much more interesting. Now I am only known as Lily, or Lily the Slave because that is now what I am and have always been, deep within my soul. I had a husband, two beautiful children and a wonderful middle-class, suburban life that had begun to bore me to death, sucking my life, soul, physical beauty and mind from me, not to mention that my needs had never been met. From my earliest days, I had lusted to be a slave, especially a sex slave so I could enact all my desires and fantasies. One day, I was given an opportunity to follow my dream, and I did it, leaving my old life and name to become Lily the Slave, the focus of the story that you will soon read. My only pleasure comes from serving my master or mistress’s every need. When they are satisfied, only then will I be able to feel pleasure from them and come to climax. Soon I shall be no more, and I feel it’s time to tell the world of the many things I’ve done. Once I told a writer friend some of my sexual adventures, and he was so impressed with them that he told me other people might be interested in reading my adventures, so I’ve finally decided to write them down, or at least the ones that I think are the most interesting ones. I hope that you will find them as interesting and enjoyable as I did living them....

First Master: Tarl

“Veeshi!” my Master whispered, as I kneeled at at his feet having pulled down his robes to suck his large and fully erect nine inch cock. “Veeshi, kajira!” there was nothing else I could do now, but come for my master’s pleasure, which was my own. I don’t know what language it is, but this particular master, the most special one to me, named Tarl always wanted me to come before he would even consider it, whispering that nonsense word that meant nothing more for me to come. I could do nothing more than to perform for my master’s pleasure, while I sat at his feet, looking up at his rugged, scarred face and flame red hair.
My hands came off of his thick, muscular thighs, going to my exploding loins, slowly going first to my clit, to excite me to a higher level, but above all to please my master Tarl. Since he seemed to derive more pleasure from my own orgasm than his own and I loved it. Tarl was my first master, and probably the only one that I loved. I had known for years before I left my safe, cozy life...there had always been a sexual chemistry between us. It had never been spoken of, since both of us were already married, but after he learned that I left my husband he came to apartment to talk. To that point, he had no ulterior motives, but upon realizing that now, I was liberated from all previous constraints, Tarl and I began to have an affair. He was the first person that I admitted to I was a slave, filled with fear that he would no longer want to be with me. Instantaneously, I knew the answer...he loved it...even after I began to sell myself as a slave for hire, we would either make lover, mutually masturbate or he would chain me and dominate me. Mostly though, we would mutually masturbate, as he would watch me and only at very end would he begin to touch himself until we would come , usually at the same time.
As my hand slowly plucked at my clit slowly, so as to heighten the sensations, I breathlessly said to Tarl: “You do realize I can only pleasure you above any of my own pleasures?”
“Lily, I know that...but for once, let me gain pleasure from you having some. It’s the least I can do. Do as I will say.” Tarl smiled as he took me up from the floor into his arms. My arms went limp as lay between his strong, bulging arms covered with light orange hair. I knew where we were going and I knew what was to happen. From the entrance hall of his palace, where we usually had sex, he was taking me to his special room, so I could please him even more. To be sure though, the entrance hall of his home was probably just as large as my own humble apartment, and was decorated with the finest antique Chinese Ming vases, Persian rugs and Early American furniture. I was well off, but I could probably barely afford a cheap Ming tea cup that Tarl might drink from, then smash against the floor.
“Close your eyes Lily...” Tarl whispered in my ear as he brought his lips to it, kissing it with gentle lust. After the kiss, I felt him start to walk, although I knew where we were going, I didn’t know the place’s exact location. With my brown eyes shut to the world, I began to hear Tarl slowly breath in and out through his nose, as we slowly made our way down the marble floor that clicked beneath his leather sandals. It was only a matter of moments until I felt myself put on a mattress of some kind, immediately I straightened my back, jutted my chin out and mentally prepared myself for what was to happen. “Open your eyes Lily...” Slowly I opened my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of my surroundings, amazed by where I was now.
I sat on a black velvet love seat, totally surrounded by mirrors above, below and all around. Sitting in a black leather chair and now totally naked, with a spotlight that shone on me to his right was Tarl. His hands folded in front of him and his legs crossed. I knew he loved to stare at me, after all he loved women with pale, almost ghostly white skin, long flaxen hair, large breasts, and with very curvy hips, legs and a large butt. I sat Indian style in the middle of the cushion, simply staring at my master, waiting for his command as my loins ached to be touched, even if only for a moment.
“Kajira...Veeshi!” Tarl stood up, hands at his side with his cock still erect. Again one hand went to my clit, slowly plucking at it, while this the other went to one of my rock hard, pink nipples slowly rubbing it. It would not be long until I would come, but I had to at least try to prolong it. That in itself was very difficult, all thanks to the mirrors, giving me instant images of myself. I realized why men were so attracted to us women, hoping that one day I might be able to kiss another woman. At that thought, I took my hand from the breast putting it inside me, slowly going in and out of my terribly wet vagina. I could soon stand no more, as I began to moan and whimper under my breath, carried away by my own pleasure. At that moment Tarl began to touch himself, stroking his gigantic cock at the same rhythm that my hands went in and out of my vagina, stroking my g-spot.
I wanted nothing more than to have Tarl’s hardness deep within me, going further and deeper with each thrust inside me. Just as I thought of that, a slight tingle began to build deep down in my loins, quickly coming both the tip of my toes and the crown of my head. I began to finger fuck myself as fast as I could since I knew I was on the verge of coming. Tarl also knew it, since he had walked toward me, standing in front of the love seat, frantically stroking his cock with his left hand as he moaned and gasped for air in time with me. I came first, my orgasm ripping through my body, sending spasms of pleasure through each nerve and cell. Then Tarl came into his right hand, milking himself slowly without making a mess. Time seemed to freeze for a moment then, as we both came. We knew that might be the last time we could do this, so we had to make the most of it and try to prolong it in anyway possible. After that moment in our lives became ingrained within our minds, never to be experienced again, time started again and our orgasms ended. Tarl, his right hand still full of come, walked over to the side of the love seat and sat, smiling at me all the way.
“Let me taste you...” I whispered, moving from the middle to the edge while wrapping my arms around him. He nodded yes, and put his right hand on my lips, totally covering it in semen. Tarl wiped his hand clean, wrapped his arms around me.
I licked my lips in a clockwise circle, tasting his copious semen. It tasted bittersweet, of regret, of lost summer loves, memories held dear of long lost loves never to be seen again. I looked deeply into his shadowy green eyes while he looked into my deep brown eyes and we kissed, smearing the semen onto both of our lips. We kissed forever that moment, locking ourselves into each other and opening up our souls. I had never been closer to anyone until that moment with Tarl, and I never again felt for anyone as I did for him in that moment.
Our kiss broke and we nestled in each others arms, full of warmth and contentment. Soon after we fell asleep, not waking until the next afternoon, when I woke to find myself alone on the seat....sadly, I never again was with Tarl after that afternoon, because he was killed in a car accident later that day. I lost the last man I loved that day, my dearest master and first master. It was only then I realized that I had to find a new one, and I decided that it had to be a women...

Recorded: 12:15 AM 12-1-98

The Need Dance

The drums start first, beating incessantly, and as quickly as my heart beats, hoping that soon I make love. I begin the dance, swaying my hips gently, ignoring the eyes of the men before me, dissecting me with their eyes. As my arms at my side, sway back and forth, I look into the distant sky, oblivious to all who watch me. I begin to feel the heat radiating from the men watching me and it begins to swell in my loins, my hands go through my hair, the fingers separating the strands then they return to my sides. I begin to sway even more, letting my loins take control of my body as I begin breath heavily, feeling the sexual tension build in me. My hands go to my breasts, fingers facing the audience and my palms covering my hard nipples as they slowly move away from as if they were claws.
I suddenly realize the men know I lust after them, that I need them, the men, my masters. Slowly and almost painfully, the music begins to speed up as I dance toward them, bowing, smiling and showing them my aching breasts. I point to myself, hoping that they will know I need them, that I lust for them and desire them more than anything. I smile at every man watching me, in hopes they will come and take me. As I dance, no one moves to take me and satisfy my need. My face, before awash in a smile suddenly turns into a frown of disappointment, that no one wanted me. But I must continue to dance 3;and the music stops...
Do I not please my masters? Am I not beautiful in their eyes? How can I prove to them that I will give them a night of pleasures never that they have never before felt? The music begins again, now violent, almost abrasive and cruel as I violently sway my hips, shake my torso , and move my hands to my thigh, touching them lightly and proving that I am willing for them to take me. Falling to my knees, my hands go to my breasts, rubbing all around my hard nipples, hoping that my master will now want me.
I kneel before my master, touching myself, hoping that he will take me, but he does not. I throw myself on my stomach, humping the ground, as my hands are on my ass, squeezing and kneading. I change positions, sitting on my ass as one hand goes to my nipple and the other to my clit, I briefly touch them both, showing that I am wet, ready and able for them to take me and rape me. I fall on all fours, moaning, as I throw my head to the ground, licking the dirt from my master’s boots. Switching again, I face away from my master, exposing my rump, slowly spreading my knees apart, all the while thrusting as if my master were inside me already with my hands clawing at my chest. Straightening my back and going to my knees again I throw my arms out at my master, reaching for him as I look at him in painful lust, hoping that I will please him. Finally, I throw my back on the ground, my arms flailing for my master as I cry like a child who lost its candy, hoping he will come take me and have his way with me.
The music stops in a whirl of sound, the drums ending in the beat of my heat, an ominous, lonely sound, with vain hopes. Just as my own, that soon I will give my master the greatest pleasures he has ever felt 3;