Samantha's Assemblage

Chapter One-5

It was difficult to move, but I managed to crawl to my rightful place between her legs. Streams of love juice coated her inner thighs again, for I had satisfied her several times as she beat me. It seemed so odd, that a woman could get that excited by whipping a slave’s tender flesh. She certainly was different than anyone I’d ever met.

I ran my tongue over her wetness, savoring every drop of her passion. A soft moan escaped her lips as she wrapped her legs around my head and neck. Her fingers wove through my hair, as my nose rubbed her clit and my tongue did its magic. Her body pulsated from deep within, and her grip grew ever tighter and tighter.

Breathing became difficult, but I dared not stop the probing, licking and sucking of her honey pot. I started to struggle, unable to breathe, drifting towards unconsciousness. My only salvation came as her most powerful orgasm of the night exploded through her. She screamed with an ultimate pleasure that I have never seen or heard in a woman. It was magnificent and uncontrollable. Just before I blacked out, she loosed her grip, and I was pushed away.

It took several minutes for her breathing to return to normal. She sat up and lifted my head. Tenderly she kissed me several times on the forehead and said, “I was a little rough on you tonight, but it’s been a long time since I’ve had s*x like that. I needed it badly. I also have to see if you are really serious about becoming my slave. After tonight, I’m sure that you are going to have to think about it and so am I. Go home and give it a lot of thought because becoming my slave means giving me everything, forever. I will own you totally, unequivocally. Understand? You will support me, serve me every moment of your life and obey my every wish and command. You will surrender to me completely – body, mind and soul.”

“Life as you have known it will no longer exist. Every minute of every day will be spent making me happy and satisfying my needs. If you become my slave, you’ll never give a moment’s thought to any of your own wants and desires. They will never exist again. Never! Becoming my slave will be a total, lifetime commitment on your part.”

“In the morning, if you are truly ready to take this giant step and become my slave, there are a few things you must do.”

“What’s that, my Mistress?”

I couldn’t believe I answered her so quickly. I couldn’t believe that I wanted more of this abuse. Anyone in their right mind would get out and never look back, but I couldn’t control myself. My c**k was dripping with desire and uncontrollable lust, rock hard and ready for action.

I listened as she continued. “In the morning, completely shave your body from the neck down. Every hair! A slave is not worthy of resembling a man. Then at precisely twelve noon, you’ll go to Rodger’s Department Store at the Center Village Mall. You know where that is?”

I nodded my head affirmatively.

“Go to the lingerie department and buy a couple of bras, a dozen pairs of panties and some pantyhose. When you get home, you’ll start wearing them all the time, every day. When I decide to contact you, whether its morning, noon or night, you’d better be wearing your women’s lingerie. Then I’ll know you are serious. If you can’t follow these simple instructions, you aren’t ready to become my slave. If you decide you can’t go through with it, just don’t bother, and I’ll send you the key to the ball lock in the mail. Any questions?”

“No, my Mistress.”

“Then let’s go.”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Everything you need is in your car. Here, step into these.” She held out a hot pink spandex and lace thong. Once dressed, she led me to the trunk of my car. Climbing in was quite difficult after the ordeal I went through tonight. The ride only lasted about twenty minutes when she stopped and opened the trunk. She took a key and unlocked one side of the handcuffs, then brought them around and re-locked them in front. “I’ll catch a cab home from over there,” she said. “Bye, love.” With a quick kiss on my lips, she handed me my keys and just walked away.

“Mistress Samantha,” I whispered. She stopped momentarily and looked around. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of satisfying you tonight. Thanks for everything.”

She walked on as I quickly climbed out of the trunk and slammed it shut. I was naked except for the pink thong on a side street in the middle of town as I struggled to unlock the car. On my key ring, she had put a half dozen other keys that all looked identical. It took me several tries to finally get the door open and get in before being seen by some passer-by. I looked around for a moment, finding nothing but my wallet and money clip. She had left me no clothes. How was I going to get home and into my condo dressed like this?

It took me an hour to finally reach the complex. It was a long hour as well. It is difficult to drive. With my hands still cuffed, I couldn’t support my ass from resting on the seat. I was lucky not be stopped by some cop out looking for drunks at that hour of the night.

I parked in front of my place but stayed in the car for some time, before getting the courage to dash for the door. Shortly after security drove by, I made sure there were no tricks with the key this time. I made it to the door without incident, but the key wouldn’t fit the lock. My God! What did she do? It was the only key on the ring that had a possibility of fitting. I tried it again before deciding to head back to the car. “s**t, Samantha. What did you do to me now?”

My neighbors pulled into the parking spot right next to me. They sat there talking for some time, as I crouched over, hiding in the seat. I had a serious dilemma. What was I going to do? I was handcuffed and only wearing a woman’s thong. Suddenly my cell phone rang.

“Got a little problem, my sore-assed friend?”

“Please, Mistress. Help me out. I’ve got to get inside.”

“Your key is in the ashtray. You’ve got about five minutes before security comes around again, so you’d better run. See you soon. Oh, you know what? I think I could really learn to love you.”

The coast was finally clear. I dashed to the door and just got inside before other people arrived. I was finally safe.

I unlocked the cuffs with a key from my dresser drawer and took off her panties. In the bathroom I examined the horrible traces of this night’s ordeal. My c**k was swollen and a little black and blue. It was not as bad as I had expected. My ass was another story, however. An ugly purple and black checkerboard covered my entire painful, throbbing butt. You could plainly see where every one of those leather knots had bruised me.

I took a long, hot shower, letting the water run down over my ass. It felt so good. Carefully I applied some aloe ointment to the dozens of welts and crawled into bed. I lay there for some time and really wanted to blow my swollen, c*m-filled rocks by jerking off, but my c**k hurt far too much to touch it. I had a severe case of blue balls, a tremendous erection and a night full of unnatural thoughts. It was hard to get to sleep. I just laid there with one thought. I couldn’t get Samantha, I mean Mistress Samantha, out of my mind. I had found my Mistress.