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Odd Desires | masbdsm | 3

 

Masturbating ever so slowly, I dream about one of my Fantasy's. I am blindfolded, standing in front of an unknown / unseen Master. My wrist restraints are fastened together behind my back, slightly chaffing me. A spreader bar attached to my ankle restraints keeps my legs spread for use and viewing by Master. I wait patiently, becoming wetter by the minute, even though he has yet to touch me.

I feel his mouth close on my breast, his tongue flicking my hard nipple. Moaning in appreciation, I mutter “Oh god that feels good!”

“SILENCE Slave. You will only move or speak when told to.” He barks, pinching my nipple fiercely as punishment.

Shuddering, I nearly succumb to my need to orgasm. Bullshit I think, somehow I need to make this more real or find a man. Laying there panting, so wet it nearly runs down my leg, I decide to act.

Still naked, I dig through my closet looking for something slutty to wear, knowing full well I don't have what I am looking for. I throw on a pair of jeans and tee shirt, then head downtown to the nearest Adult Store. By the time I arrive I have calmed way down and nearly change my mind, but decide to enter anyway.

I walk around the store, amazed at the variety, and also by the strangeness of some toys. I pick up a few of them, examining them closely, feeling my self start to get horny again. A leather collar with “Slave” embossed on it catches my eye. Just as I pick it up the sales lady asks “May I help you Miss?”

Startled, I drop the collar, stammering and blushing “Yes, No. Umm Thank you I am just looking.”

Smiling kindly, she asks “Your first time here?”

Blushing even more I stammer again. “Yyyes.”

“It is ok hon, you are the only one here, so there is no need to be embarrassed. Actually it is kind of nice to have a customer that isn't about ½ weird or scary looking. Tell me what you want, I will be happy to help.” she says quietly

“I don't think you can help me, I mutter, and turn to walk out.”

“I take it you have Fantasies about being a sex slave or about being tied up?” she asks

Shaken, my stomach doing flips, I stop, not daring to look at her.

“I am only guessing, but you were startled when I walked up and you were looking at this collar. Would you like to try it on?”

“Yesss.” I whisper.
“Come here then, I will put it on for you.”

As if in a dream, I go to her, not daring to look her in the eye.

“Turn around dear. It will be much easier.”

She deftly wraps the collar around my neck, cinching it just tight enough I could feel the slight pressure, but not enough to hurt or choke me. “We have a nice matching leash to go with this collar. It gives your Dom more control, and it usually turns me on when I feel it swaying behind me when I walk.”

Surprised, not sure I heard correctly I turn and ask “You wear a collar?”

“Occasionally, when I am in the mood.” she replies with a smile.

Excited to find someone who at least partially understands my desires, I impulsively say “I will take one. Would you snap it on for me please?” I ask huskily

I give a visible shudder when I hear the click as she snaps the leash to my collar. So this is how it feels!

“I feel quite privileged to be the first to collar and leash you dear.” she said tugging on the leash a bit. “Doesn't it make you feel a little helpless when someone tugs your collar?” she asks with a grin, tugging again, this time a little firmer, causing me to take a step toward her.

Staring into her eyes “So whoever holds the leash controls the slave.” I say boldly, as the fire in my loins turning into a raging inferno. “How does a slave get their leash back?”

Her eyes burn into me as she says “The slave has to say I quit and all will end. If the slave says the word “Red” it means things have gone too far, slow down.”

I gasp for air, my breasts heaving as I struggle to decide. Here is my chance, but very few of my fantasy's were with women. But oh god, my pussy was on fire thinking about finally being a sex slave. Finally, I muster up enough courage to ask. “Is this slave dressed properly?”

“No you aren't.” Tugging my collar, she leads me down the aisle to a selection of wrist and ankle restraints. “Put these on. I will be right back.”

Excitedly I put on my new toys, enjoying the feel of the leather tight around my wrists and ankles. Unable to control myself, I rub my sex through my jeans, shuddering at finally feeling some pressure on my hot sex.

“You were not given permission to touch yourself.” she barks. “Do as you are told and only as you are told. Now put these on.” she said tossing me some clothes

Looking around for a changing room, but seeing none I look at her questioningly.

“Right here slave.” she barks

Looking around at the door, I quickly remove my tee shirt and put on the leather bustier she brought. I shudder in near ecstasy at the smell and feel of leather as I try to put it on.

“Don't cover them up yet dear, they are very lovely. Cup them with your hands and offer them to me.”

My hands tremble as I slowly cup my breasts, pushing them up and toward her.

“Offer them to me. Say my breasts are yours to use as you wish Mistress.”

Every nerve in my body is on fire as I huskily repeat back to her “My breasts are yours to use as you wish Mistress.”

Slowly, ever so slowly she leans down and suckles first one breast then the other. I shudder again, and give a low moan of lust and joy. Omg, that's what it feels like to have someone suck your nipples! She continued for what seemed like hours, until I nearly lose control.

Apparently sensing I am ready to cum, she stops and puts on my bustier. Wow, it really pushes my breasts up and shows my cleavage off, barely covering my hard nipples.

“Remove your pants, girl.”

Obediently, even eagerly, I shuck off my jeans and stand waiting her orders.

“Finger yourself.” she orders me, watching intently

I slowly finger my sopping pussy, struggling to keep from orgasm.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good, now clean your finger. Suck every bit of your juice from it.”

Hesitating only a second, I plop my finger in my mouth, sucking and licking it clean. Surprisingly it not only doesn't taste bad, the act of cleaning and sucking my finger starts to turn me on even more. I am so wrapped up in sucking my own finger, I jump, startled as she starts fingering my sex.

“Oh yes, my little slut is all nice and wet isn't she?”

I pull my finger from my mouth and moan “Yes Mistress.” as I try to hump her finger

“You like being my little fuck toy bitch don't you?”

“Yessss.”

 

“Are you ready for more?”

 
 
 

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