Samantha's Slave

Chapter One-2

Slowly I brought the silken treasure back to my lips. My c**k jumped, as I started sucking her precious potent from them. I was intoxicated by the taste and aroma that had flowed from her loins.

As I continued to make love to her panties, she picked up the lock and started twirling it slowly around her index finger.

“There is something that you must do.”

“Anything you want, my dear.”

“Go into the men’s room, remove your pants and underwear, lock this padlock around your testicles and put on my panties.”

“But—”

“Don’t ever question my orders, just do it. Now! Hurry up! And bring me back your underwear.”

I excused myself from the table, put her panties in my pocket and started for the rest room.

“Wait just a minute!” she said sternly. “Carry them in your hand. Let them dangle from your fingers. Hold them proudly, for they are mine. Think of the privilege that I am allowing you to even touch my panties, let alone sniff and taste them. Let everyone see the precious gift that I have given you.”

Slowly I made my way to the men’s room. Many thoughts were going through my head. There was no doubt about it. She was different than anyone else that I had ever met. Even though she was f*****g with my brain, a tingle of excitement raged through my entire body.

Without hesitation, I followed her orders. I removed my clothes and hung them on the hook in the toilet stall. I stood there for a few moments and examined the cold, metal lock.

A heavy Yale lock like this could secure a bank vault, I thought. It was made of solid brass and case-hardened steel. It was strong and secure.

The fingers of my left hand circled my scrotum, cramming my balls to the bottom of their pouch. They were firm and full of c*m. She had excited me. Cautiously I looped the padlock around the tender flesh of my sack, thus separating my testicles from the rest of my body. I looked at the lock and my balls for a few moments, took a deep breath and snapped it shut. It then occurred to me that with this simple device, she had already taken total control. She was the only one who could remove the lock. She was the only one who had the key. I had become her property. From this moment on, I was her prisoner. I had taken the first step to becoming her slave. She was my Mistress.

I picked up her panties and brought them to my nose again. I inhaled deeply, savoring the magnificent, musky fragrance. Again I drew in a deep breath. She was definitely right. I loved them. The fantastic aroma of her s*x made my c**k immediately double in size. I rubbed the slick smoothness of the fabric across my face before stepping into the leg opening of her underwear. I pulled the fancy silk-like material up over my hips. They were quite snug on my body. With difficulty, I pushed my tethered testicles and semi-swollen member down between my legs and pulled the panties up tight, securing my manhood in her most feminine attire. I ran my hands across them, examining the smooth, silken feel. My fingers slid across the cheeks of my ass and carefully caressed the lace panel that covered the front of her panties. It was wonderful.

Someone else entered the men’s room, so I finished dressing and returned to the dining room, carrying my light blue BVD bikinis back to my Goddess.

“You had no trouble fitting your tiny, little pecker into my pretty panties, did you slave?” She spoke just loudly enough so that others around us could hear her plainly. “You should feel honored that I allow you to wear them.”

There was no doubt that several of the other restaurant customers heard her. I was the center of their attention. They looked at me as they whispered and giggled. I’m sure that my face was turning all shades of red. I was totally embarrassed. I wanted to hide. I wanted to die.

“Show me your underwear!” she demanded. “Hold them up, so I can see them real well.”

I shouldn’t have been so embarrassed about showing them off; after all, the younger guys hang their pants on their hips and have their underwear show to the entire world. It’s the trend today, but holding them up for her examination right here was not easy.

“Why is the front of them all wet? What is that? Did you pee in your underwear?”

I was silent and just looked sheepishly down at the table. There was a large patch of sticky pre-c*m in the front of them.

“Well, I’m waiting. Did you piss your pants or did you jerk off in them, when I sent you to change into my panties?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there.

“Maybe I excite you just a little bit. I hope so, but we’ll see how excited you are about me at the end of the evening. Now clean those disgusting things up. Suck them clean, now!”

Slowly I put the cotton fabric to my lips and started to suck my s*x juices from them. The cleaning continued as the waiter approached with our “dinner.”

As we ate, we finally carried on a normal conversation. I was divorced; she was widowed, no children, etc., etc...The rest of the meal was quite uneventful. I was thankful for that. Everything so far had been a new experience but with her it all seemed to be different.

When we were finished, I paid the bill, left the waiter a generous tip and placed my soiled underwear that I had used as a napkin, beside my plate.

There was still a mist of rain in the damp, cold air outside the restaurant. As we crossed the street, she took my hand and pulled me close beside her. We strolled down the street and into the parking garage like a couple of kids in love and out on a date.

When we reached the car, we paused. She again took me completely off guard, as she turned, took me in her arms and passionately kissed me with her arms draped around my neck. We embraced for several minutes. Her tongue slid in and out of my mouth, and she ground her hot p***y against my crotch and the ever-growing bulge in my pants.

Finally our lips parted, and she whispered, “Give me your keys.” Then she kissed me again.

She stepped back slightly, unlocked the car and smiled. “Take off your clothes. Everything, except my panties.”

“Here?”

“Don’t hesitate. Do it now before someone comes along. You wouldn’t like me to embarrass you in front of someone, would you?”

God knows, she’s good at that. I stood there in silence and utter disbelief for a few moments. Then I humbly undressed and put my clothes on the seat of my car. It was cold and my body was immediately covered with goose bumps. She pulled my arms behind me and quickly closed a pair of handcuffs tightly around my wrists. The final click of the cold steel bands sent a shiver through me.

She turned me around and pushed me up with my back against the car and squeezed my c**k. It was getting as hard as her panties would allow, trussed deeply between my legs. She kissed me again, this time even longer than before while continuing to rub my crotch. Her lips nibbled along my neck as she continued. Her passion led her down my chest, where she took one of my n*****s and sucked on it for a few moments. Suddenly she bit down hard! My tender flesh was between her beautiful white teeth. Slowly she pulled away, keeping a painfully, tight grip on my tit. Finally my n****e slipped from her teeth, pinching the very tip.

“Ah-h-h!”

Once was not enough. She did the same thing to the other side. Both of my t**s hurt. Then she stepped back and grabbed both of my n*****s with her fingers, pulling away and twisting violently at the same time. “Come on!”

I had no choice but to follow her to the back of the car. The trunk opened, and she motioned for me to get in.

“But...”

Her finger came to my lips, indicating for me to be silent. Carefully and with great difficulty, I climbed into the tiny trunk of the little, black coupe. It was dark and very uncomfortable, as she sped down the highways. She drove for almost an hour before arriving at her house in the suburbs.

After she parked in the driveway, she opened the trunk and merely commanded, “Follow me, slave!”

I finally struggled my way out of the trunk and followed her into the spacious ranch house. We went directly to her bedroom. Samantha quickly undressed and fell back onto the edge of her bed. She opened her beautiful long legs, exposing her magnificent p***y. A neatly trimmed, dark bush haloed her hungry box.

“Eat me! Let’s see if you’re worth keeping around!”

Without hesitation, I fell to my knees to worship the Holy Grail. Being so early in our relationship, I would have been honored just to see the treasure, but I am being allowed to lick her lips, suck her juices and rub her clit.

She was exquisite. Her entire body was magnificent, a sculptor’s masterpiece. I buried my face deeply between her legs, and my tongue began to delicately fondle every inch of her honey pot. As my tongue slid deeply within her loins, my nose rubbed her c******s, making it hard. I licked, nibbled, kissed and worshiped her sweet p***y for more than two hours. I couldn’t get enough of her and desperately wanted to please my Mistress. The more I devoured her musky gash, the more she trembled in pleasure. With every climax of her powerful loins, I drank the sweet nectar – never losing a drop. Her orgasms continued, one after another, each more powerful than the last. Still I continued to bring her pleasure. My throbbing c**k leaped and thrashed, as it tried to break the satin bond that held it tucked down tightly between my legs.

Finally my Mistress had pleasured enough. “Stop!” she moaned, as she tried to catch her breath. She pushed me away. “With a lot of practice, you might get good enough. If I allow you the privilege of being my slave, you’ll do that every day for the rest of your life, guaranteed.”

I had satisfied her. Her s****l desires had been completely fulfilled. The loins of my worship spewed forth the treasure of her lust, and now it would be my turn. I’d enjoyed my oral treat but desperately wanted more. I needed more of her domination. I craved the fate that awaited me.

She motioned for me to stand up. As I did, she pulled her black panties from my hips and removed them. My c**k immediately jumped up to full attention. I had a hard-on of enormous proportions. Globs of pre-c*m seeped from my manhood. I was ready for anything.

She took her panties and wiped my c**k clean before, shoving them in my mouth. “At least this little thing will make a good handle. Believe me, it’s not worth a hell of a lot more!” she said, as she roughly grabbed my throbbing d**k. “Come along and let me show you what else really excites me!”

I was pulled down the hall and into another room. As I glanced around, I became even more excited and nearly blew my rocks into her hand. A large collection of whips and paddles hung on the wall to my left. A St. Andrew’s cross was on my right with its strong leather shackles. Chains hung from the ceiling and several other pieces of medieval-type dungeon equipment were neatly arranged around the room. It was truly magnificent!

She led me to the far side of her chamber where a rugged, old butcher block stood against the wall. It was slightly modified to suit her purpose. I paid little attention to anything else as she slid a loop of eighth inch nylon rope over the end of my prick. The other end of the rope went down through a hole about seven inches from the big wooden slab’s edge.