Archives for September 2007
Sexual Submissive Slave
Kathy was playing this role to the hilt!
“Now, turn around big boy. Slowly. I’ll guide you.”
Kathy was treating me, truly, like meat. As soon as I was
turned sufficiently, Kathy stopped me. […]
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“Now, put your hands behind your back.” Soon, I heard the
tell-tale click of handcuffs and felt the cold metal against my skin.
“That should keep your hands from getting into trouble. And these
sould keep your from running away.” The next feeling I had was what
felt like handcuffs on my ankles. This confused me. I knew none
of the handcuffs I had would even fit!
“These are leg-cuffs. I bought them from a police supply
house in St. Louis. When you walk, take small steps. There is
only about two feet of chain between them. I don’t want you falling.
I can’t damage my merchandise.”
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I listened for Kathy as she walked away from me. She went
into the bathroom and took a shower herself. I knew better than
move. I was never sure when she might be looking. Even though
the water was on, I couldn’t be sure she wasn’t in the shower.
It seemed like a long time. I could see out the peep-hole
and felt very exposed as I watched people pass by and enter and
exit their rooms. What did seem like a long time was not probably.
About 30 minutes later, I heared Kathy’s voice behind me, “Don’t
move. I’m putting a blindfold on you.”
This was no ordinary blindfold. First, Kathy put a
sleeping blindfold over my head. These blindfolds are usually used
to sleep in. And, they are quite effective at keeping the light
out. But, next, Kathy put a bandana around the blinfold and tied
it snuggly on my head. “There, that should keep you deprived of your
site.”
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I quickly shed the rest of my clothes, placed them in the
extra garbage bag that was inside the plastic pail, tied up the
sides in a granny knot, and raced into the bathroom. I turned
on the shower to a nice warm, strong stream, and began washing
my hair. Soon, I had washed my hair three times, cleaned the
rest of my body twice, and shaved.
I vigorously dried myself, combed and dried my hair, and
brushed my teeth…twice. As soon as I opened the door, I was
grabbed and faced toward the motel room door. “You barely made
it Allan. Don’t turn your head. Keep your nose to the door.
You are my piece of meat for the rest of the night.”