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Jeff's Seduction
Jeff had been to O'Malley's Bar a few times before, but he had never
seen the woman that was sitting at the bar. She was everything that
Jeff could ask for, and more. Her hair was long and black, and
pulled over her left shoulder in a very alluring way. He wondered
what it would like spread over his pillow. High cheekbones with a
touch of blush accentuated her brown eyes, which looked cold and
hard as glass. Her tight, perfectly shaped ass was barely covered
by a black leather miniskirt that hugged her shapely hips like a
piece of shrink-wrap. A black tanktop showed the curves of a
flawlessly shaped pair of firm, round, braless tits, the nipples
poking hard against the stretchy fabric. Her slim, tan legs ended
in a pair of knee-high riding boots.
Taking a deep draught of his Beck's, Jeff realized that he had a
raging hard-on from looking at the gorgeous chick at the bar. He
glanced over at the clock. It was 7:38 - still early. The glass of
beer in front of him was almost empty, so he swigged it down. "I've
got to take a piss," he thought to himself. He got up and walked to
the john. As he walked, he turned and looked at the woman. She
flashed him a seductive smile and winked. "Hmmm..." Jeff thought
as he went into the bathroom, "I'm too fucking horny for my own
good. That chick *looks* like a dominant!"
When he returned a few minutes later, the beautiful lady was gone.
He looked around for her, but in vain. "Shit," he cursed under his
breath. He walked over to his table, gathered up his newspaper and
dug in his pocket for money to pay for his beer. Pulling a worn
dollar out of his pocket, he looked at the table, unconsciously
looking for someplace to put a tip for the cute waitress with the
nice ass that had served him. Propped against the cheap and ugly
table candle was a black business card. "What the..." he thought
as he picked it up, and read it.
"_CUM_ to 876 NE Jefferson at 9:00 PM tonight.
_Don't_ keep me waiting!
-Your new Mistress"
"Well, I'll be damned!" Jeff said out loud, causing an old man to
look at him in an unfriendly way. Instinctively, Jeff knew the card
was from the beautifully tanned lady that had been at the bar. He
thought back to the last time he had been a slave... Whistling a
happy little tune, Jeff paid his tab and sauntered out of the bar,
his dick hard as rock again.. "Damn it!" Jeff yelled as he drove
along Jefferson. "Why don't people put their fuckin' numbers on
their houses?!" he asked the empty air. 858, 864, 870, there it
was : 876. Nervously, he checked his watch. It said 8:58. "Man,
it's a good thing I didn't take a longer shower," he thought as he
pulled into the driveway. The house was pretty non-descript, white
with blue trim, two stories, plain curtains drawn in the windows. A
few lights were on in first floor windows. Jeff pushed the doorbell
and waited.
After a minute, the door opened. There she was - just like she was
at O'Malley's, only more stunningly beautiful up close. "Come in
and let me fix you a drink", she said in a deep, seductive voice.
Jeff wasted no time. He walked in and sat down on the living room
couch.
"My name is Linda. I'm going to make a drink. What can I get you?"
she asked. "A screwdriver sounds good," Jeff said suggestively.
"Yes, it does," she said, going towards the kitchen. Over her
shoulder, she added, "I hope your _screwdriver_ is as good as mine."
Jeff watched her beautiful ass as she walked into the kitchen.
"YES!!" he said to himself as she went into the kitchen.
When Linda returned, she handed Jeff a glass, then sat down next to
him, being careful not to spill her glass. Looking him in the eye,
she said "Finish your drink, then we'll get more comfortable."
Without any further ado, Jeff upended his glass and finished his
screw- driver in one gulp. He cast an enquiring glance at Linda.
She got up, saying "I'm going to put on some music. Sit tight."
She left the room again, her hips swinging in delicious little arcs.
Jeff watched her go, his head spinning and his eyes growing heavier
by the second... Jeff woke up with a start. His first thought was
"Shit! The bitch drugged me!" This was immediately followed by
"God damn, it's cold!" As his head began to clear, he realized why
- he was on his back, stark naked! "What the fuck?!" he said, and
looked up.
"Knockout drops. I was beginning to thin that you'd never come
round," a voice behind him said. It was the sexy, deep voice of
Linda. He tried to roll over on the bed, but strong leather cuffs
held his wrists and ankles. Chains rattled and clanked as he
struggled against the cool leather bonds. After writhing futilely
for a minutes, he finally gave up the idea of escape. He lay back
and waited for his gorgeous captor to exercise her will on his body.
"You are my slave from this moment until midnight tonight. Whatever
I say, you will do. If you disobey, or do not perform to my
standards," she said walking into his field of view, "you will be
punished." She stopped right in front of him. His eyes climbed up
her body as she stood motionless above him.
She had changed her clothes and redone her hair. Her riding boots
had been replaced by thigh-high black patent leather boots. They
were laced all the way up to her crotch, and had shiny steel buckles
running down the outer edge. A tight leather G-string barely
covered her shaved snatch. The leather was so soft and thin that
Jeff could see the outline of her pussy through it. Her ass was
perfectly proportioned - smooth, heart-shaped, and tanned to a dark
brown.
On her chest, she wore a harness unlike anything he had ever seen.
Shiny steel rings circled each of her firm tits, and were connected
by leather straps. Other straps went over her shoulders and
encircled her torso. They met at another ring in the back, and a
strap went to the top of each boot, crossing over her asscheeks as
the went. She wore a wide, studded bitch collar around her neck.
In her gloved hands she carried a riding crop, a slave collar, a
leash, a piece of chain, and another leather strap with an open lock
on one end. The strap had several holes punched in it, each
strengthened by a steel grommet. She set all but the riding crop
down by his left foot. "Wow! She's fuckin' hot!!" Jeff thought.
Brandishing the crop, she said, "From now until midnight, you will
call me 'Mistress Linda'. Understand, slave?"
"Yes," Jeff said. The crop landed on his inner thigh just below his
balls. The smack and sting reminded Jeff to answer correctly.
"Yes, Mistress Linda!" he corrected himself.
"That's better, slave. Don't forget again, or I might not aim so
care- fully," Linda said, resting her crop on his balls. The touch
made him flinch, ever so slightly, but she noticed, and a sardonic
smile flickered across her lips. Jeff felt his dick becoming hard
as she watched him lying on the bed. She came over to the head of
the bed, and stood behind his head. The strong, heady scent of
leather that has been used sexually wafted to his nostrils, making
him slightly dizzy and arousing him more.
"Raise your head, slave!" she commanded, grabbing a handful of his
hair. Jeff lifted his head, and his Mistress buckled the collar
around his neck. A faint click told him that she had locked it on.
"Oh shit," he thought. "I really am her slave, now."
Linda walked slowly towards the foot of the bed, and stopped when
she came to his erect cock. She grabbed it with her left hand,
squeezing it a few times. With her right, she wrapped the short
strap around him, between his balls and his body. Pulling it tight
enough that it couldn't be slipped off, she slipped the lock through
the holes in the strap, and clicked it closed. Jeff knew that it
would stay on until his Mistress removed it. Jeff noticed that it
had a metal ring riveted to the end of it. "No..." he started to
say. "Be quiet, slave, I haven't given you anything to 'No' about
yet!" Linda said in a stern voice. Jeff shut up, and lay still.
"Now, slave, we'll move to the dungeon." Grabbing the ring, she
locked the two-foot section of chain to it. Holding him by this
leash, she released his ankles and wrists from the cuffs. "Stand
up, dog!" she snarled. Jeff stood up, being careful not to let the
chain get tight and pull on his balls. As soon as he was on his
feet, however, Linda tugged on the chain, leading him through the
door and down a flight of stairs. "We must be going to the
basement," Jeff thought as he walked down the steps.
"Welcome to my dungeon, slave. I think you'll enjoy yourself. At
least, I hope so," Linda said, giving the chain a jerk. "Oooph!"
was all Jeff could say to that.
They were in a brightly lit room, filled with various ticklers,
bars, whips, and other things Jeff had never seen before. She led
him over to a T- shaped black steel bar that was bolted to the
floor. It stood about a foot tall, and had a heavy leather cuff
riveted to each end of the horizontal bar. A large ring was welded
to the top of the T, right above the supporting bar.
"Don't try to escape or struggle, slave. If you do, I will torture
you unmercifully. Understand?" Linda said.
"Yes, Mistress Linda. I understand," Jeff said.
Linda closed the cuffs about his legs, buckling each one tightly.
Then she fastened the chain that dangled from his groin to the ring
in the center of the T-bar. It was taut - any motion caused it to
pull on his balls. Linda also secured Jeff's wrists with heavy
leather cuffs that were chained to nearby posts. Jeff rattled the
chains a bit, but soon discovered that he couldn't move more than a
few inches in any direction. Jeff stood still, helpless.
She pulled a large overstuffed chair into position about two feet in
front of Jeff. Reaching behind him, she removed a large black
feather from the wall. Jeff shuddered in anticipation, and a quiet
moan escaped from his lips. His Mistress looked at him, and said
mockingly, "Oh no, my presumptious slave, it's for me, not you.
You'll have yours later. When I'm good and ready."
Linda sat down in the chair in front of him and put her feet up on
the arms of the chair. Looking Jeff square in the eye, she spread
her legs wide. Jeff could see her cunt spread underneath the tight
leather triangle that clung to her flesh. His cock was rock hard by
now, and he felt that if he didn't get some release soon, it might
explode.
"Nice view, dog?" Linda sarcastically asked Jeff, whose eyes were
fixed on her tight pussy. With that, she took the feather and began
running it over her tits. She alternated, left, then right, then
left again, first circling her breast with the feather, then slowly
moving up to tease her hard and dark nipples. Every time she
stroked the feather over her nipple, she let out a soft, cooing
moan. Her breathing began to get deeper and more ragged, and her
moans became throatier.
Jeff's cock had been hard since he had awaken tied up on his back,
but now he felt as if his dick was on fire. "Please, Mistress
Linda, please give me some release!! Make me come!!
Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeeeee!!!" he begged.
"So, my slave feels left out. You want some too, huh, dog?" Linda
got up, and held the feather in front of Jeff's face. "How's that?"
she asked, as she ran the tip of the feather down his chest. Jeff
felt chills go up and down his spine as the feather circled his
nipples, her expert touch teasing them erect. He was moaning loudly
now, and close to orgasm. "Please Mistress, make me come!" he said
between moans.
"Not yet, slave. If you're good, though, I might let you come
later." Linda said. Jeff nearly fainted when she ran the feather
slowly down the length of his hard cock. She tickled her slave's
balls for a moment, noting his moaning and futile struggles with
pleasure. Just as Jeff thought he was going to explode, his
Mistress stopped and said, "Now, do exactly as you are told. Take
off my G-string. And don't you DARE touch me until I say you may."
"How am I supposed to do that?!" Jeff asked. "My hands are tied!"
His Mistress didn't answer him. She simply stepped up onto the
chair in front of him, and taking hold of the back of the chair,
stuck her gorgeous ass in his face. "Take it off with your teeth,
slave!" she growled in a deep, throaty voice.
Jeff leaned forward, and grabbed the back of her g-string in his
teeth. The heady aroma of leather and her recent excitement invaded
his nostrils, and the salty taste of her sweat came into his mouth.
He pulled the leather down as far as he could, which was just far
enough to put her crotch right at his eye level. He could smell her
musk as she turned around and let the tiny leather triangle drop to
her feet.
Jeff was presented with a close-up view of her tight cunt. It was
perfect in every way, and maddeningly close. He leaned forward to
lick her, but she pulled away, just out of his reach. "Not yet,
dog!" she told him.
The gorgeous woman reached down and began to rub her middle finger
over her slit, plunging it into her pussy, then rubbing her engorged
clit. "Do you think I have a nice cunt?" she asked Jeff. He
nodded yes, too absorbed with watching her fingers on her wet snatch
to speak.
"Good. Keep it in mind, slave," she breathed, rubbing her hand over
his lips and nose. He licked her hot juices from his lips and
inhaled her musky scent deeply. He was beginning to become dizzy
from his excitement. "Please, Mistress! Please let me come!" he
begged again.
"All right, slave. You've had enough torture for now." She sat
down in the chair and, grabbing the chain on his balls, pulled his
cock to her eager lips. Alternating between sucking his cock deep
into her mouth and caressing the head of his dick with her tongue,
she made him come to a violent orgasm almost immediately. He
screamed as his hot come burst from his throbbing cock, burst after
burst. After he was finished coming, he collapsed, hanging from the
cuffs on his wrists.
After Linda had gulped all his jism down, savoring its thick
saltiness, she asked, "Feel better, slave? Can we continue, now?"
"Yes, Mistress Linda. Much better, much better," Jeff panted
roughly.
"Good. Now, you'll do me," Linda said. She walked behind him and
took a keychain from a hook on the wall. Unlocking the chain from
the T-bar and from the strap on his cock, she said, "Not this way,
though." After locking the chain to his collar, she released his
ankles. Holding his chain leash, she then removed the leather cuffs
that held his wrists.
Leading him lie a horse, she went over to a bed in the corner of the
dungeon. She stood at the edge of the bed, and pulled him in front
of her. "Kneel, dog, but don't touch me. Not yet," she said.
Jeff did as he was told. His captor then reached between her legs,
and pulled the chain from his collar until his nose was an inch from
her glistening pussy lips. She locked the chain to the bed frame,
saying "Now, slave, you'll eat my pussy until I'm satisfied."
Being unable to move more than about an inch from her wet cunt, Jeff
had no choice but to eat his Mistress' hot cunt. Her breath
quickened as he ran his tongue up and down her slit. "Stick your
tongue in me, dog," she said, and pressed her cunt into his face.
He was quick to follow his orders, fucking her with his tongue. Her
moans got louder as he nibbled her clit, rolling it between his
teeth and sucking on it like a baby on a bottle. After about three
minutes, she started bucking her hips and moaning ecstatically. Her
hot juices flowed over his face and down his neck as her breathing
slowly calmed.
After a few moments, she looked down at him, and said, "That was
pretty good, slave. I'm satisfied, but now I want your hard cock
inside me." She reached under the frame of the bed and grabbed a
key. After unlocking the chain from the bed, she told Jeff to get
up on the bed, and to lie on his back. Jeff lay down, and she
grabbed his arms. She deftly looped the chain around his wrists
and, pulling his hands up to his neck, locked them to his collar.
"Just for kicks," she explained.
Moving down the bed, she teased him for a bit with her tongue. When
he was rock hard, she placed one hand on his chest, and grabbing his
cock with the other, she straddled his hips. With a swift motion
and a wild moan, Jeff's Mistress sank his entire cock into her
slick, tight snatch. She immediately started off at a furious pace,
pumping her hips up and down, pulling on her own nipples and moaning
loudly. Her hot cunt juices ran down his cock, over his balls, and
down the crack of his ass. Jeff could hardly do anything but lie
there and enjoy the mind-numbing ecstasy of her tight cunt sliding
up and down his prick. Their moans echoed off the brick walls as
Jeff came, pumping his gorgeous Mistress full of his hot come. She
rolled off him, and put two fingers into her cunt. After licking
them dry with a smile, she slowly licked Jeff's cock clean.
"It's twelve, slave. You've performed well enough to justify my
setting you free again. Your clothes are in the next room. Go get
dressed while I clean up in here," Linda told him.
Linda unlocked the chains from his wrist and removed the collar from
his neck. Jeff walked through the door she pointed to, head reeling
from the night's activity.
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Jeff was buttoning the top button of his shirt when he heard a
footstep behind him. Turning, he saw Linda standing there, still
wearing her harness and her boots. She showed him out the front
door. Before she closed the door, she slipped a finger in her
snatch and rubbed it on his lips. "Hold out your hand," she said.
Jeff held his hand out, and she placed something in it and closed
his fingers over it. "A souvenir," she said, and closed the door.
He walked to his car, a little stiffly, and got in. He opened his
hand, and discovered that his "souvenir" was the strap that had been
around his cock for the better part of the evening. It even had the
lock and key on it. "In case I need it again, I guess," he said out
loud. Jeff laughed out loud, put the car in gear, and drove away.
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