Chapter One-2
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“That I can get you to beg me to take you on as my full time slave before the week is up,” she said.
“Aren’t you going to try that anyway?” I asked mildly.
“Of course.”
“You know it won’t be binding if you do, so how is there any bet involved?”
“If I make you beg me in three days or less you agree to sign a contract and truly become my slave,” she said. “If it takes longer than three days your begging doesn’t count and I have to serve as your slave for a week. If it takes longer than five days it still doesn’t count and I have to serve you for a year and if you make it the whole week I’ll be your slave for life.”
I thought about it. If I didn’t agree she could perhaps make me beg but I would be released by the end of the week. I didn’t think she could break me down in just a week and the upside was I only really had to last three days before I was home free. The thought of having that nubile body at my beck and call was more than I could stand.
“I agree,” I said.
“Bert,” she said, “you are witness to our contract. Now, ring him!”
“Wait, Amber, I thought we…”
“Chad, I’ve explained to you that none of my slaves walk around with their d***s swinging free and you are no exception. At least for the next week you are my slave and will be treated like one.”
Fat boy reached between my legs and pulled my p***s back toward him. He stuck the end of it into a large piercing tool and closed the handles. The pain that hit my d**k caused me to start screaming and eventually pass out. I woke up to a burning sensation. My d**k and balls felt like they were on fire. I looked back to see that he was just finishing soldering a guiche ring in place under my balls. The end of my d**k had a huge Prince Albert ring that had also been soldered.
“Amber, that’s not fair,” I sputtered. “Those are permanent.”
“So?”
“How do I get them off when the week is up?”
“I don’t see that as a problem because when the week is up you will still be my slave,” she said sweetly.
“And if I’m not?” I asked angrily.
“I imagine that it will give you something to take out on my ass, won’t it?” she laughed.
Bert finished his job by snapping a padlock joining the two rings, effectively pointing my p***s permanently downward toward my balls. He handed the key to Amber and stood up.
“I’m finished, Miss,” Bert said.
“You always do such a nice job, Bert,” she praised. “Would you like your usual tip?”
He nodded enthusiastically. Amber took a short lead and attached it to my new PA ring leading it up my asscheeks. Then she uncuffed me and pulled on the lead causing me to squeal and try and raise my ass up to relieve the pressure. It forced my face right into Bert’s crotch. I could feel his hardening erection through his jeans.
“Time for your first cocksucking lesson, Chad,” Amber said gaily using the lead to keep my face pressed hard into him.
Bert pulled out his average sized d**k and shoved it in my mouth. Average or not I’d never had one in my mouth before and it made me gag. I was having trouble breathing and felt like I wanted to vomit.
“Relax your throat, Chad,” Amber said as Bert held my head and pumped him member in and out of my mouth.
Thankfully Bert didn’t last long before his d**k erupted into my mouth. I tried to spit it out but Amber held the back of my head with one hand and pinched my nose with the other. I swallowed his slime.
“Not bad for your first time, Chad,” Amber purred, “but you’ll get much better by week’s end.”
If she thought that forcing me to suck d**k was going to break me, she was sadly mistaken. That entire scene did nothing except harden my heart about how she would get treated when I was in charge.
After Bert left she sat on the couch and motioned for me to crouch at her feet. I assumed that she was looking for my tongue again so I started working my way in between her legs.
“Just a minute, Chad,” she giggled. “I have a proposition for you before you get to the good stuff.”
I sat back and looked at her expectantly.
“Because we’ve been roommates so long and sort of friends I want to give you one chance to beg me before I really start breaking you,” she said showing me a standard slave contract and placing it on the coffee table. “If you beg now I will make your life as my slave an easy one compared to how I normally treat my slaves.”
“Easy?” I asked, curious as to what she thought was an easy life for a slave.
“Yes.”
“Give me a ‘for instance’,” I said.
“Okay, for instance I won’t make you debase yourself once a month by f*****g one of the other slaves to get your rocks off. I’ll give you an hour…no, thirty minutes alone with your hand once a week.”
“Whoopee,” I said sarcastically.
“That was a very generous offer, Chad,” she said pouting a bit. “You don’t have to be so f*****g mean!”
“I decline, Amber.”
“f**k you then, Chad,” she said angrily. “When, and that’s a big when now, I let you squirt you will only get to f**k my fat sixty year old slave I call pig-boy and then, after you’ve shot your slimy seed into his ass, you will lick it out.”
“Jesus,” I thought, “I’d better be able to hold out against whatever she planned to throw at me because if I lose my life is going to be hell.”
“Now for your surprise,” she said.
“My surprise?”
“Yes, do you remember Susan?”
“Who?” I asked but the knot had formed in my gut.
“You don’t remember Susan?” Amber laughed.
“Um…I’m not sure…”
“The girl you met at the club about six months ago who wanted to explore her sub side. The one who you talked into being your slave for a week?” she asked pointedly.
“But she wanted…”
“To be raped and tortured and used like an animal?”
“No, I mean she wanted to know what it was like to submit and I…”
“Didn’t stop when she made it clear that it wasn’t doing it for her?”
“She needed…”
“To understand that she was really a sub?”
“I…”
“Like I am, Chad?” Amber tittered.
“Amber…”
“Yes, Chad?”
“What about Susan?” I asked.
“She’s going to help me convince you that you want to live out the rest of your life as my…”
“Amber, please, for god’s sake, you can’t,” I blubbered.
“Of course I can, Chad.”
“Amber, she…”
“Will do the same things you did to her?”
“No,” I whispered. “Amber you don’t understand. It’s worse than that. Please… not Susan.”
“Are you begging, Chad?” Amber asked happily.
“Amber, she threatened me,” I explained.
“She did?”
“Yes, she said that if she ever…” my voice tailed off. I took a deep breath and tried again. “Amber she told me that if I ever found myself as a sub to her she would…”
I recalled the horror of that dreadful night when Susan intercepted me in the street with three guys to hold me down as she made her nasty threats. It all came rushing back now and I couldn’t continue. The things Susan described she would do to me gave me nightmares for months afterward. Her cold matter-of-fact delivery had left no doubt in my mind that she would do them given the chance.
“You do have a choice, Chad,” Amber said quietly.
“Huh?”
“You can beg to sign the contract as my unconditional slave right now before she gets here.”
“She’s coming here?” I squeaked.
“Yes.”
“But, Amber, I’m a Dom. I don’t want to be your sub,” I protested.
“So, take your chances,” she said. “After all it’s only a week.”
I wouldn’t be a whole person by the end of a week with Susan, and Amber knew that. I was paralyzed into indecision until the doorbell rang. Amber pressed the speaker button.
“Who is it?” she asked.
“Hi, Amber, it’s me, Susan.”
“Come on up, Susan,” Amber said pushing the door buzzer.
“Amber, please, can’t we…”
“Negotiate?” she laughed. “I don’t think so.”
“What about my…relief?” I asked.
“I’m willing to write in a guarantee of once a month with my pig-boy if you sign it before she gets up here. Otherwise all bets are off.”
I snatched the contract from the coffee table, wrote in the relief terms, signed it and handed it to her. She looked it over with a self-satisfied smile.
“See, Chad,” she giggled, “wasn’t that easy?”
I hung my head wondering how my life had turned into such s**t so fast. The door opened behind me and I felt the cold aura of Susan envelope me. My balls retracted.
“Did he sign?” Susan asked.
“Of course.”
“Thank you, Amber,” Susan said taking the contract from her and putting it in her purse.
“Wait…wait…what?” I blurted.
“I sold you,” Amber smiled.
“You can’t,” I wailed.
“Of course I can, Chad,” Amber chuckled. “You know that.”
“But I thought…”
“That I wanted you?”
I nodded.
“No, I was just helping Susan out. She has some… issues that she needs to work through,” Amber said.
“But the contract…”
“It’s a standard contract, Chad. Whoever has possession of it owns you.”
“But it’s not standard, it…”
“Oh yes, your relief,” Amber said.
I wasn’t talking about that, I had just been clutching at straws as to why it shouldn’t be transferred to someone else. I nodded, hoping that made a difference.
“Susan,” Amber said. “I let him put a paragraph into the document that guarantees him the right to f**k my pig-boy once a month.”
Susan pulled the contract out of her purse and read it over. She looked up and smiled.
“So, one month from today I have to bring him around and let him poke that puny excuse of a d**k into your slave?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I can do that,” Amber purred. “If his d**k still works by then.”
A Different Kind of Home Based Business
“Mike, I’m meeting Evan at his house tonight and I’d like you to go with me.”
“You have a meeting with your ex-husband?” I asked, surprised.
“Uh-huh.”
“And you want me to go along?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Why, Sharon?”
“Why what, Mike? Why am I meeting with him or why do I want you along?” she asked.
“Actually both, Sharon,” I said. “I thought he hated you and I know he hates me.”
“What do you expect, Mike? You were his best friend before you took me away from him.”
“Then why would you want to meet with him?” I asked perplexedly.
“He wants me to see his new home based business,” she explained. “He says it’s something that I might be interested in.”
“Another one of his get-rich-quick schemes?” I scoffed.
“Maybe, but he says he’s already making a lot of money doing it.”
“And he wants you to invest?” I said sarcastically.
“No, he promised he wasn’t angling for money.”
“What then?”
“I think he expects me to buy whatever he’s selling.”
“What? That doesn’t make any sense, Sharon. Why would he need you to go to his house? Why couldn’t he just tell you or e-mail you?”
“Something about a real live demonstration,” she said.
“And you want me along for protection?” I asked smugly.
“Uh…no, that didn’t cross my mind at all. Actually, he asked me to bring you,” she laughed.
“He asked you to bring me?”
“Yes.”
“Then he just wants to gloat about something, like a new girlfriend with a Hoover for a mouth.”
“A Hoover? What the f**k does that mean?” she said angrily.
“Back before you left him he always bragged about how well he had taught you to suck c**k,” I said.
“And you believed him?” she asked coldly.
“Well…I…uh…”
“So you two guys sat around drinking beer and swapping lies about how good your women were with their mouths?”
“It wasn’t like that, Sharon. He just always boasted about how well he had trained you to suck and I…”
“You know better now, don’t you, buddy-boy?”
“It was just talk, honey, I didn’t…”
“How good am I, Mike?”
“Sharon, please,” I begged.
“How good?” she insisted.
“I…I don’t know,” I admitted.
“And why is that, Mikey?”
“Because you don’t suck d**k,” I choked out.
“Damn right I don’t and I didn’t with him either,” she said angrily.
“Sharon, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. It was just guys talking,” I said placatingly.
“Even so that’s the first thing that came to mind when I said he wanted you to come with me,” she fumed.
“Sharon, I’m sorry. Can we just drop it, please?”
She dropped it but I could feel the heat wafting off of her all afternoon. I wasn’t looking forward to visiting Evan later because I was sure that he had some reason for inviting me that was going to give him an opportunity to shine at my expense.
***
At eight that evening I was sitting in Evan’s living room drinking a glass of red wine and looking around for what the hell he had invited us there for. Sharon was on the couch. I had expected a visual promotional display of some kind, or piles of products on the table, or rafts of books or something. I didn’t see any evidence of a new business and assumed that it was just another of his schemes that was all talk and no substance.
“So, Evan,” my wife said, “what’s the new venture?”
“Well, Sharon,” Evan said pleasantly, “I know you aren’t going to believe this but I get paid to teach people how to suck dick.”
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