Dom Sam
Part 1
It was Friday night and I pulled in to the driveway and noticed a large box
resting on the front porch. My wife had left for the weekend, so my first
thought was when had the package been delivered. I pulled into the garage,
entered the house and then proceeded to the front door. I opened the door and
was staggered by the size of the box, it had not appeared as large when I
initially pulled into the drive. I picked up the box, surprised by the light
weight, and walked into the entry room. I began tearing open the box as if it
was my first Christmas. When I finally opened the first flap, I was stunned at
what laid before me. There was a picture of my wife and I playing our version
of dominatrix. As I flipped through the photos, I began to feel ill. The
first photo displayed me handcuffed on my knees and my wife was forcing me to
lick her thigh high leather boots. The next photo presented my wife forcing me
to suck and lick at the black strap on phallus she was wearing. There were
other photos revealing my wife spanking my ass, my wife dressing me in her
skimpy panties, my wife forcing me to tongue her ass and finally my wife
teasing my anus with her newly acquired strap-on rubber cock. My wife and I
experimented with sex, and this was as kinky as it ever became. My wife
enjoyed teasing me with her toy, as she knew how frightened I actually was of
her phallus. My mind quickly rebounded and I began feeling horrified at the
thought of someone spying on my wife and I. Moments passed and then I found
myself again exploring the gift box we had received. I shuffled through the
box to find a letter addressed to me personally.
If you do not comply with the following rules Paul, then each of these
photographs will be sent to your friends, your neighbors and your place of
employment, this is not a joke.
You will dress in the enclosed attire and be present at the adult world
bookstore next Saturday (March 2) afternoon at 2:00. You will call your work
and let them know that an emergency has arisen and that you will need to take
off two weeks of work. You will communicate with your wife this week and let
her know the situation that has evolved. You will convey to her that you are
going to be used as a slave for a two week period and that when you come home
you will be a trained slave to do whatever she desires. Also, advise her that
she will partake in the training on the last four days. As such, she will be
required to notify her employer that she will be absent Thursday March 14 and
Friday March 15 of the following week. You personally will be calling her with
more details.
I was horrified at the photos I had just seen and reading the letter made the
situation much worse. I quickly glanced at what the attire would consist of
and was mortified at the enclosed clothing. The contents were a pair of
leather high heel boots, fishnet thigh high stockings, leather thong zip
panties, a tiny black mini skirt, a leather halter top and a blond wig
accompanied with a mix of makeup. My thoughts began racing, I was a corporate
executive, who could now lose everything because of a peeping tom, I was
mortified. I reviewed all different alternatives, but the puzzle continued to
end with the same conclusion, I had no choice, but to comply with the demands
revealed to me.
My wife would be back Sunday and we would talk then.
That weekend was the longest of my life, the only thought racing through my
head was how I could get myself out of this bind. I heard the garage open and
I felt some comfort knowing that my wife might help erase this particular
nightmare. I approached her as she entered the house and told her we needed to
talk. She immediately asked what was wrong.
I explained to her the situation and showed her the contents of the box. She
was horrified, but concluded that some friends just happened to catch us in the
act and decided to play a joke. I was relieved, although still embarrassed at
the thought of friends catching us in such a manner. I went to work the next
day hoping that this nightmare would come to a close. Day after day passed and
there were no calls or signs. It was Friday, I headed off to work and by noon
was confronted with the fact that I must explain to my employer that an
emergency had taken place in the family and that I would be absent for the next
few weeks. I had my wife stage the call at about 1:00 and I left minutes
after. I arrived home and my wife was waiting at the door.
We began to discuss the options and came to the conclusion that I had no
choice but to obey these appalling demands. I told her that under no
circumstances would I let her get involved with this horrifying situation, I
would be able to work out a deal. Suddenly, the phone rang, I picked up the
phone and was confronted with an unusual feminine voice. I was told to put the
phone on speaker so that my wife and I could listen, I quickly complied. Paul
and Samantha, this is mistress Gina, I enjoyed the photographs of you
disciplining your husband Samantha, but there is much more that he must learn
about the art of obedience. I guarantee you that your husband will be safe and
in no danger if you both comply with my demands. Samantha, you must contact no
one while your husband is away; adhering to these rules will solidify the
safety of your husband. On Wednesday March 13, he will contact you and give
you specific directions of where you can meet us. Remember, if either of you
disobey me, the photographs will be delivered immediately and your fate will be
doomed, I cannot imagine a very successful businessman with a reputation that I
can create. Is that understood, yes we both spoke into the phone. Yes Master!
Gina spoke sternly. Yes master we both awkwardly replied. Gina again began to
speak, Paul, since you were so excited to get home and get started, I have
upped the meeting time to 7:00 this evening. Have your wife help you get ready
and don't be a minute late. Your wife may drop you off, but she must
immediately leave, is that understood? We both surprisingly answered, yes
master. With that the phone was disconnected. It was now nearing 3:00, and
thus I began my transformation process. I showered, shaved and began toweling
off when I felt a strong sensation in my cock. It began to rise and my wife
smirked at me. I was becoming aroused at the thought of getting dressed up
like a woman, yet I was terrified at what was in store for me these upcoming
couple of weeks. My wife began sliding the fishnet stockings up my legs and my
cock continued its erection process. I was rock hard by the time the second
stocking was snugly in place. My wife then she handed me meager leather thong.
I placed my legs in each hole and slid the thong up my legs, I pulled it up
around my waist and felt the leather back slide between my ass cheeks. This
was a very tight fit and my fully erect cock was forced out beyond the leather
panties. My leather boots were next and as I looked in the mirror, I was
mesmerized at what was happening. My wife wore only panties and I could she
that she was beginning to soak through them. I lowered my hand to her crotch
and rubbed her pussy lips through her wet panties, she shivered and pulled
away. I cannot believe this is happening to us and I am getting turned on, she
said. I gave her a comforting smile and we continued to work. The leather
halter top was difficult to stretch on, but we finally managed. I grabbed the
skirt and also struggled to get it on. I glanced in the mirror and there I
stood, a newly transformed woman. I glanced at the clock and it was nearly
6:00. My wife quickly began to apply the makeup and positioned the blond wig
in place. We jumped in the car and headed for the adult world bookstore.
Neither of us had been to the store, but we had driven by it many times.
It was 5 before 7 when we arrived. I nervously gave my wife a kiss and exited
the car. As I walked towards the establishment, my wife quickly drove away as
ordered. I was sweating profusely as I entered the establishment. I glanced
around noticing an ample amount of porn films and adult toys, some of which
uncomfortably looked familiar from our photos. The man at the counter asked if
I was Gina's friend. I quietly responded yes, and he motioned me to the back.
I entered the back and was greeted by a group comprised of two stout black men
and three attractive women. Hello, slave boy muttered one of the woman. My
name is Gina and I will be your master along with anyone else I choose to act
in that fashion. You will obey every command with no exception is that clear
slave boy? I answered yes and was struck across the face by another one of the
women. Yes master I replied, knowing the reason for the blow. Turn around and
bend over so I can see your nice tight little ass. I hesitated and was again
struck in the face by the same women. I quickly turned around and bent over.
My skirt was very short and I could immediately feel my exposed ass as I bent
forward. Further slave, Gina ordered, as she shoved my head further towards
the ground. My ass was fully exposed and I was feeling very humiliated. I
could feel myself becoming erect and I became terrified of what my new masters
would think. I was both confused and horrified and tried everything to subside
my erection, but still it continued to grow. Gina ran her fingers across the
slit of my ass and forced the thong deeper between my cheeks. I clinched my
ass and instantly, she struck my ass viscously with her palm. She then took
notice of the erection forming in my leather panties. She began laughing, and
commented, look at how our slave boy/girl enjoys this degradation. She likes
being treated like the slut that she truly is. She tore away my panties so
that everyone could view my cock, balls and ass. She lifted the skirt high
enough so that she could force my legs apart. They were quickly sprawled apart
and she began fondling my nuts. Look at how tight his balls already have
become, our slave here is already eager to cum. Are you a cheap slut Paul? I
don't know, I answered, fully aware that I was being treated as one, but too
embarrassed to admit it. She quickly struck my ass as hard as she could and
instantly, I could feel a welt developing. You are enjoying this humiliation
so much you are about to shoot your load here on the floor, is that not correct
slave boy? In fear of being struck again and fully knowing that she was
accurate, I quickly responded, yes mistress. She pulled down on my cock and
squeezed out a few droplets of precum onto her finger. She positioned the
finger inches from my mouth and told me to suck and lick my precum from her
fingers. I hesitated and was struck across the cheek with her other hand. I
opened my mouth and she immediately shoved her finger deep into my throat
causing me to gag. Still she kept her finger deep in my throat and ordered me
to suck her finger like a cock. I was horrified at this comment, but began
licking and sucking on her finger. After a minute she removed her finger and
ordered me to beg her for more of my cum. I had quickly learned that I had
little choice, but to obey my master's command. Therefore, I began pleading for
more of my cum, please mistress, please mistress may I taste more of my sticky
fluid from your finger. I was humiliated at the thought of begging for the
consumption of my own cum in front of two well built black men and three very
attractive women. She began violently stroking my cock, until I felt my cock
releasing its cum seed. Immediately she stopped and I bucked my hips hoping
that she would finish me off. I bucked and bucked, but all I received were
laughs from the unknown spectators. Hours ago I was giving orders as an
executive of a high profile company and now I was begging to be humiliated and
degraded in front of strangers. Gina roughly swept her finger across the hole
of my cock and forced her finger into my mouth while I obediently began licking
and sucking at her finger. I could taste the salty and sticky composition of
my precum and I knew at this very moment that I was going to have a long two
weeks in front of me. Good slave boy, Gina commented, you must be a good
little cock sucker; I guess we will find out soon enough. I cringed as she
popped her finger from my mouth, what did she mean by that comment I thought.
Does that measly little cock please your wife, Gina asked. Everyone began to
laugh and I felt as low as I've ever felt. I answered yes Master, I believe
so. After she spends some time with us, she will realize what an incompetent
lover you are and she will use you only as a slave and a pussy licker, is that
clear. Yes master, I answered. My cock was beginning to soften at the thought
of my wife with another man, especially one more satisfying than me. I was
always proud of my five inch cock, although I knew it was not massive in size,
it seemed to please all the women I had been with. I convinced myself it was
fine and began to feel confident again. Gina struck my ass violently with her
hand and ordered me to the floor on all fours. She attached a leash around my
neck and proceeded behind me and roughly yanked at the leash, forcing my head
upwards. Simon show this meager slave what a real satisfying cock looks like.
One of the black men immediately undressed himself down to thong bikini briefs
and proceeded in front of me. I tried to look down, but Gina yanked at the
leash and ordered me to view Simon's massive member. Simon moved within inches
of my face, reached into his g-string and pulled out a limp 9 inch black cock.
I was amazed; his deep black member doubled mine in both length and width and
it was not even erect. Let our new slave boy feel what a 9 inch cock feels
like. I was horrified at what was happening and what was about to happen.
Simon gripped his cock and began dick slapping me in the face. I was struck
with his man flesh first on the left cheek and then the right. Over and over,
his massive cock slammed against my face. This went on for a couple of minutes
while everyone laughed; I was being demeaned and humiliated and there was
nothing I could do. Gina ordered Simon to stop and he did so quickly. He
slipped his massive prick back into his panties and I felt a bit of relief come
over me. Gina yanked me to my feet and quickly wrapped a blindfold around my
eyes. She tied it tight and then forced me back to my knees. I was then
walked like a dog out of the establishment and into an automobile. I felt a
needle prick my arm and immediately I was out cold.
When I awoke, all of my movement was restricted. I was laying on my back
on what seemed to be a fairly comfortable surface and my arms, legs, waist and
neck were strapped down to the surface. I had no idea what time it was and
there were no windows in the room to give me any clues. The room was half lit
by candlelight and when my eyes finally focused, I managed to see a camera
directly above me. Almost instantly, I heard a door lock and a beautiful blond
whom I had not seen before entered the room. It is time for you to rise slave.
We must clean you up for your initial showing this evening. Can you tell me
what time and day it is, I asked. I was struck across the face. You will
address me as master answered the women. It is late Friday night, and your
viewing is in a couple of hours. Two other women entered the room and a ball
gag was placed in my mouth to keep me silenced. They unstraped me, ordered me
on my knees and walked me by my leash down the hall to another room. The three
women wore only thong bikinis and high heeled boots. There breasts were bare
and again I could feel my cock becoming aroused. Never in my life had I
imagined that I would be clothed in a slutty outfit being ordered around by
gorgeous women. I felt humiliated and degraded and wished I had met these
women under different circumstances. One woman yanked me to my feet and the
others began undressing me. Within a minute or so I stood there completely
naked and semi-erect. One woman commented, they were accurate both about his
inadequacy and his enjoyment of humiliation. I gurgled into the gag, I wanted
to slap these bitches for treating me like this, I was an executive, fully
respected by the company and the community and these cunts had no right
treating me like this. I freed my hands from one woman's grip and began to
undue my gag when I was instantly slammed to the ground and my hands were
quickly cuffed behind me. The leash was yanked so that I could not breath and
one woman slammed her spiked heel into my back. You are a slave boy who has no
say or power, you will do anything and everything we ask whether you like it or
not. We will not hesitate to use both physical and mental force on you.
Remember those pictures can be delivered at any time and even if you choose
that avenue, we will still maintain you as a slave for a full two weeks, so you
might as well be a good slave boy and obey our commands as directed. I
muttered past the gag, yes master. I was stunned at how fast they had me on
the floor and cuffed; I was athletically built, but these women had manhandled
me very quickly. I was yanked from the floor and into a large oversized
shower. The women began bathing me and by now my cock was standing at
attention. They lathered up my entire body and I was rather enjoying this
spoiling I was receiving. They ordered me to bend over and I felt a soapy
finger enter my asshole. I felt embarrassed and humiliated, but there was
nothing I could do. The woman commented, we must have a virgin here and the
other women laughed. I tried to comment no master, but the what came out
beyond the gag was nothing retrievable. I felt the woman again enter my ass
with another finger. I could feel my ass stretch to fit both of her fingers
into my butthole. I moaned as the pain overcame me. The women laughed and one
again commented, this virgin ass will soon be stretched beyond your imagination
slave boy. I cringed and tightened my asscheeks against the woman's fingers.
She twisted them causing me more pain and aggravation. She finally withdrew
them and began soaping my balls and cock. My cock was fully erect and due to
the sexual abuse I was taking, I could probably cum without even being touched.
I tried to focus on other things as the woman manipulated my balls and then
began stroking my cock with her soapy fingers. The women must have known how
close I was because the one immediately stopped cleaning my cock and another
gripped a wire brush and began violently cleaning my cockhead. I cringed in
pain as the brush crept back and forth across my manhood. Before my cock
became to tender the cleaning stopped and I was yanked from the shower and
toweled. They styled my hair and then clothed me in a matching silk bra and
panties. I was unsure why they dressed me like a woman, but styled my hair in
a manly fashion. They clothed me in a summer dress and attached red high heel
shoes to my feet. The leash was reattached around my neck and I was again
blindfolded. I was led down what seemed to be a long corridor and into another
room where I could here an abundance of whispering and chattering. I wondered
how many people were present for my showing. I could not tell if the people
were watching or could see me until the blindfold was lifted. I was behind a
large curtain and one woman slightly opened the curtain so that I could peek
out. I was horrified to see hundreds of women in the crowd. My hands were
handcuffed behind my back and one master said to me. If you pose seductively
and erotically the night will be short and end rather quickly. You have two
minutes to entertain the crowd and if they are satisfied then we will call it a
night and allow you to return to bed for the night. Began your posing.
Instantly, the curtain was lifted and there I was standing alone wondering what
to do next. No guidelines had been given to me on what to do, thus I treated
this display similar to the fashion shows I had seen on television. I began
bashfully parading around the stage striking different poses. The crowd was
somewhat belligerent yelling and screaming for me to give them more. I felt as
though I were a dancer at a strip joint. I blocked out the noise and continued
to professionally model as best I could. It was quite difficult with handcuffs
keeping my arms tucked behind me coupled with the fact that I had never worn
women's clothes and shoes and I had not become accustomed to this very quickly.
A countdown of ten began, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 and finally 1. I stopped
parading myself around and came to a stand still. How did he do women, one of
my masters asked the crowd. There was a roar of boo's and I knew that my night
had just started. I was being humiliated in front of hundreds of women and I
had no idea what to do. Shall we give him another chance and then if he fails
he will be subjected to severe punishment. The crowd responded with loud cries
of agreement. Two women approached me and roughly began tearing at my dress.
The crowd cheered as the dress was torn from my body. I was in shock at what
was taking place and still I tried to maintain a clear head. The women
uncuffed my hands and told me that I had two minutes to perform or I would be
subjected to severe punishment. Although I did not know what severe meant I
knew that punishment would not be enjoyable taking into account what had
already happened at the adult bookstore. As such, I knew that I must get a
little wild within these next two minutes. The bell sounded and I began to
dance and groove for these women. I began shaking my hips and I heard a couple
of cheers. Thus, I continued to grind my hips shaking my package covered
slightly by my red silk panties. I felt my cock growing and therefore, I
turned around and began shaking my ass. The crowd cheered as my naked buttocks
danced for them. I bent over and spread my asscheeks letting the crowd see my
ass covered only by a silk red string. The crowd was getting into this and
although I felt very uncomfortable, I tried to imagine that I was dancing for a
bachelorette party. I ripped away the silk bra letting the crowd get a view of
my athletic build and I continued to grind my hips. By now my erect cock had
escaped the full coverage of my panties, but I continued to buck and shake for
these belligerent women. I pulled the panties to one side and let them get a
clear view of my erect cock; I vibrated my cock for them until the final bell
sounded. The women were cheering and laughing and I knew that my
aggressiveness had paid off. One woman approached me and asked the crowd if I
had satisfied their needs. The crowd quickly turned on me and shouted
disapproval. My master on stage shouted, should we humiliate him more since he
seems to enjoy this degradation. The crowd shouted yes and three other women
quickly approached me. My hands were reattached behind my back and a blindfold
was placed around my eyes. I was slowly forced over a stand or table so that
my ass was fully exposed in the air. I felt my legs being spread apart and I
did my best to cover my ass with my cuffed hands. They uncuffed my hands and
immediately attached my hands over my head almost touching the floor. My cock
was hard as a rock and my legs were spread as wide as they could have been
without ripping my muscles. The only coverage I had was the silk red thong
panties which I was now thankful for. I immediately felt a tug on the panties
and with the second yank, they were torn from my body, revealing to the crowd a
full view of my asshole, balls and dangling cock, which was awkwardly being
forced downward by the stand or table. I heard the crowd cheer, but I could
not tell what was happening. Suddenly I felt a blow across my left ass cheek.
I could feel a welt immediately developing. One counted the crowd. Again
another blow struck my ass. I cringed in pain and was horrified to think that
the crowd was enjoying this punishment. Blow after blow hit my ass and the
crowd continued to cheer and count. After ten I was feeling fairly faint and
light headed. I sat there for a few minutes until I felt a strange sensation
on my ass. The crowd cheered as the three women on stage began lathering up my
ass and legs. I could feel a razor pathing its way over my backside. I
remained stiff as I feared getting cut by the blade. The crowd cheered as they
spread my ass cheeks even wider and began shaving the crack of my ass. I felt
the razor guide itself over my asshole a number of times and each time I
shivered expecting the worse. Immediately a chain was attached to my arms and
with the push of a button a machine was slowly pulling my body from the table.
I was now hanging in an upright position when I felt the machine continue its
motion. I was being laid over backwards in a decline position. I felt the
machine swivel giving the crowd a full view of my balls and cock. I was still
fully erect and the master commented to the crowd that I must enjoy being
treated like the bitch slut that I was because my little boy cock was near
eruption. She wiped her finger across my cockhead and shoved it into my mouth.
See how he enjoys the taste of his precum. There is a lot more where that
came from slave boy. I was feeling embarrassed and humiliated both at the way
I was being treated and then again that my small cock was the center of
attention. She then forgot about my puny erect cock and began shaving my pubic
area. Within minutes, the crowd was ranting and raving. I felt the razor
glide across my entire front side removing all visible patches of hair,
including my under arms. The woman is finally hairless announced my master,
the slut is finally bald. Do you like that slave boy. I answered softly, yes
mistress. A blow struck my cockhead and I winced in anguish. Speak so they
can here you. I like being bald mistress I responded loudly. The crowd
laughed as the machine again began rotating my body. When it was finished I
again was bent over, only this time the machine swiveled sideways so the crowd
could not get a full view of my exposed ass. We call on Sarah and her vibrator
to now torture our slave. I was still blindfolded, but was terrified by what
had just been said. Within seconds I felt a finger slide into my ass.
