As you look into the camera, the speaker crackles again. This time the sound is almost deafening as the speaker raises her voice.
"I'm going to assume that you are a bit dense and that your brain is having trouble processing my instructions. Therefore, I am going to repeat them one time and give you an opportunity to avoid unpleasant consequences. You are to remove the rest of your clothing, place it down the chute and then face away from the camera. Do it NOW!"
You jump, a bit startled, and decide to comply. The red LED above the camera lens, indicating an active camera, burns into your mind's eye as you slowly remove your shirt. The speaker crackles again.
"You need to go faster. We haven't got all day." You begin to expedite your undressing a little, pushing your shirt down the chute, then unbuckling and pulling down your pants. "Good boy." the loudspeaker crackled. You finish removing your clothes, a little annoyed at being called a good boy, but motivated by the reward nevertheless. You turn around, facing the wall.. feeling a bit foolish. The loudspeaker crackled again.
"Now.. hands above your head with fingers interlaced, and drop to your knees. Legs spread, please." You comply. Suddenly the sound of a motor humming is audible in the background, and you become aware of the floor dropping out from beneath you. You are in an elevator, a very fast moving elevator, dropping at a rate of speed great enough to make you a bit queasy. You try to brace yourself against the wall as the elevator gradually slows and comes to a stop, with the door unlatching. You swallow hard as the sound of shoes scuffling into the room is heard, with the shadows on the wall telling you that the figures are coming closer. Suddenly, your wrists are grabbed and pulled behind you. You surmise that the hand is small and rather delicate and that you could resist if you wanted to, but you choose not to. You feel your hands cuffed as a hood is placed over your head. Shackles are attached to your feet. You feel something being wrapped and secured about the base of your scrotum as well, something akin to a leash.
"Get up and turn around." The voice is female, and you feel several hands pulling you to your feet. They touch you, many hands, touching your face, your neck and shoulders, pinching and tugging on your nipples, running down your back and squeezing your ass cheeks, touching your legs and cock, expertly manipulating it so that it becomes fully erect, your visual deprivation notwithstanding. You feel alone and very vulnerable. Nobody says anything for a few moments, then you feel a tug on your scrotum leash as your arms are held on either side by two people.
You shuffle as they pull you out of the room and into an adjoining area. It feels cold, gradually colder. You have trouble with the pace they set, which is fairly quick. You feel a hard swat on your naked ass.
"Faster. You need to keep up." The voice is female. After a few minutes of leading you through a winding labyrinthe of rooms and corridors, they stop and remove the blindfold. The room is dark. You are surrounded by six women, silhouetted in the dark, but all clearly beautiful. One of the women approaches you until you can make out her face. She is clearly of African descent but beautiful, with shoulder length kinky hair, pouty lips and a slender build. She wraps her fingers around your cock, manipulating it until it is fully engorged, looking into your eyes.
"I am called Trina by the other women. To you, I am called Mistress. I will be training you. From this moment on, you are mine... heart, mind, body and soul." She continued to stroke it, moving just a bit closer. "Now," she says. "I know that you surrendered just to gain intelligence about us. But I want to be clear about one thing." Her voice descended to a whisper, and was quite sultry. You can feel the warmth of her breath on your neck and cheeks. "It does not matter why you are here, but make no mistake. You belong to me now. When I am finished with you, you will learn what it is to be a slave to a woman, to please a woman, to learn your place relative to a woman." She smiled and withdrew, taking her hands off your cock for a moment. It stood straight out, pointing lewdly at her.
"Now," she says. "Kneel and kiss my feet, one at a time."
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