romanticslave1
04-23-2009, 07:22 PM
I visit a female friend's house one Saturday morning to play cards. She does not live far away and it is a nice day outside so I walk there. We have known each other for a couple of years, but have always been just friends. I get to her house and we sit down and start playing cards. We are having fun, laughing and flirting, and I decide to take a chance. I suggest that we play strip poker. She looks surprised, then smiles knowingly and agrees. We start playing strip poker. When we are both down to our underwear, she suggests we play one more game, and we make it even more interesting. I ask her what she means, and she suggests that the loser has to be the winner's personal slave for the rest of the weekend. I start to think of all the possibilities and I agree. We play the final game. I have a great hand. I lay it down confidently. She then lays down her hand. It is even better than mine. She has won. She smiles at me sadistically, and I realize that it is going to be a long weekend.
She makes me finish stripping, and then she lounges on a sofa and makes me dance for her. Afterward, she produces some full body shackles. They have a collar, with a chain attached that leads down to handcuffs, with a chain that continues down to ankle cuffs. She puts me in these shackles. My movement is very restricted. She orders me to get down on my hands and knees. I obey. She sits in a nice chair and orders me to crawl over to her. When I get to her, she wiggles her toes and tells me to lick her feet. I start to lick her feet and suck her toes. She makes me continue this for about an hour.
Afterward, she pulls me over her knees and gives me a long, hard bare-bottom spanking with a ping-pong paddle. She spanks me so hard and so fast that my bottom feels like it is on fire. I cannot stand it. I do not want to cry, it would be humiliating. But she just keeps spanking and finally I can no loner hold back. I start crying and she keeps on spanking. Finally, I am wiggling and crying uncontrollably, but still she just keeps on spanking me. After what seems like forever, she stops and sits back while I continue to sob.
Then she takes me to her bedroom and ties me down to her bed. She starts to tickle me, gently at first. My reaction shows that I am very ticklish. So she gets faster and faster until I cannot stand it. I am laughing and gasping and writhing in agony, but she just keeps tickling and will not stop. I can tell that she is thoroughly enjoying herself. She says that she is going to find my most sensitive spot. She starts ticking different spots and comparing my reactions. She hits a spot that makes me shriek. She has found the spot. She then gives this spot special attention. She focuses exclusively on this spot and tickles it without mercy. I am in absolute agony, and she just will not stop.
Finally, she gets up and pours herself a glass of water, then sits on top of me again and slowly drinks her glass of water while I lay there, relieved that the tickling is over. After she finishes the glass of water, she sets the glass down on the nightstand. She looks at me and smiles sadistically, and starts to wiggle her fingers. I gasp in horror. She starts tickling my most sensitive spot once again. She is relentless. She keeps this up for several hours, taking occasional breaks for herself, then tormenting me over and over again.
For the rest of the weekend she completely has her way with me. She keeps me in bondage the entire time. She makes me stay on my hands and knees and crawl everywhere I go. She makes me bow down and worship her. She makes me clean her house, top to bottom. She makes me fix her meals and snacks, and give her sensual full-body massages, and oral foot massages. She tickles me and teases me, spanks, whips, and humiliates me over and over again.
At the end of the weekend she rubs my head and tells me I have been a good slave. I think it is finally about to be over. She then leads me into her bedroom. At the foot of her bed is a small wooden trunk. She shows me the inside and I see air holes. She tells me this is where she is going to keep me from now on. I protest that I was only supposed to be her slave for the weekend. She tells me that she has had so much fun that she has decided to keep me as her slave permanently. I tell her she cannot do that but she reminds me that I am in bondage, no one knows I am there, and she can do anything she wants with me. I realize that she is serious and start to panic. I beg her to let me go, but she just laughs and gloats and teases me. She then orders me to lick her feet again before she puts me up for the night. As I lick her feet and suck her toes, she smiles down at me victoriously. I realize that this is for real and there is no way out, ever. I belong to Her now. I know that I will serve my Mistress as Her personal slave forever.
She makes me finish stripping, and then she lounges on a sofa and makes me dance for her. Afterward, she produces some full body shackles. They have a collar, with a chain attached that leads down to handcuffs, with a chain that continues down to ankle cuffs. She puts me in these shackles. My movement is very restricted. She orders me to get down on my hands and knees. I obey. She sits in a nice chair and orders me to crawl over to her. When I get to her, she wiggles her toes and tells me to lick her feet. I start to lick her feet and suck her toes. She makes me continue this for about an hour.
Afterward, she pulls me over her knees and gives me a long, hard bare-bottom spanking with a ping-pong paddle. She spanks me so hard and so fast that my bottom feels like it is on fire. I cannot stand it. I do not want to cry, it would be humiliating. But she just keeps spanking and finally I can no loner hold back. I start crying and she keeps on spanking. Finally, I am wiggling and crying uncontrollably, but still she just keeps on spanking me. After what seems like forever, she stops and sits back while I continue to sob.
Then she takes me to her bedroom and ties me down to her bed. She starts to tickle me, gently at first. My reaction shows that I am very ticklish. So she gets faster and faster until I cannot stand it. I am laughing and gasping and writhing in agony, but she just keeps tickling and will not stop. I can tell that she is thoroughly enjoying herself. She says that she is going to find my most sensitive spot. She starts ticking different spots and comparing my reactions. She hits a spot that makes me shriek. She has found the spot. She then gives this spot special attention. She focuses exclusively on this spot and tickles it without mercy. I am in absolute agony, and she just will not stop.
Finally, she gets up and pours herself a glass of water, then sits on top of me again and slowly drinks her glass of water while I lay there, relieved that the tickling is over. After she finishes the glass of water, she sets the glass down on the nightstand. She looks at me and smiles sadistically, and starts to wiggle her fingers. I gasp in horror. She starts tickling my most sensitive spot once again. She is relentless. She keeps this up for several hours, taking occasional breaks for herself, then tormenting me over and over again.
For the rest of the weekend she completely has her way with me. She keeps me in bondage the entire time. She makes me stay on my hands and knees and crawl everywhere I go. She makes me bow down and worship her. She makes me clean her house, top to bottom. She makes me fix her meals and snacks, and give her sensual full-body massages, and oral foot massages. She tickles me and teases me, spanks, whips, and humiliates me over and over again.
At the end of the weekend she rubs my head and tells me I have been a good slave. I think it is finally about to be over. She then leads me into her bedroom. At the foot of her bed is a small wooden trunk. She shows me the inside and I see air holes. She tells me this is where she is going to keep me from now on. I protest that I was only supposed to be her slave for the weekend. She tells me that she has had so much fun that she has decided to keep me as her slave permanently. I tell her she cannot do that but she reminds me that I am in bondage, no one knows I am there, and she can do anything she wants with me. I realize that she is serious and start to panic. I beg her to let me go, but she just laughs and gloats and teases me. She then orders me to lick her feet again before she puts me up for the night. As I lick her feet and suck her toes, she smiles down at me victoriously. I realize that this is for real and there is no way out, ever. I belong to Her now. I know that I will serve my Mistress as Her personal slave forever.