A perfect slave

was very shy. But that experience was awesome.

The story started.

I arrive at her apartment. I put but I do not perceive any response. I would then put his head through the half-open door, and I see a highlighted word on the table. The word is simple: “Come, slave.”

I then entered the apartment, I closed the door behind me, I walk into the living room and see another word on the living room coffee table: “Here is your proper place in your condition the threaded, then connects. Ankles and wrists behind his back with leather straps, closes them with padlocks and gag you tight, I’ll check. Leave the keys for the locks on the coffee table. “

On the coffee table, there are five locks, leather bracelets for wrists, leather bracelets for ankles connected by a chain of about 15 centimeters and a harness ball gag, consisting of several leather straps to tie around head and a central ball to sink into the mouth. The holding, in turn, is composed of a slinky and shiny black miniskirt, a small white lace apron, a white blouse with ruffles, a black thong, a matching bra, black stockings, a black garter belt, shiny black shoes in my size, a white lace headband to put in their hair and even a wig of long hair chestnut! In short, a real maid outfit, complete from A to Z. I was expecting anything but that.

After spending all this material reviewed, I have a moment of hesitation and questioning. After all, I’ve never seen real, and it’s only been two months since we’ve known through the Internet and by phone, from long evenings to tell us our fantasies. The problem with this appointment is that I do not know at all what to expect: I just agreed to submit to it for half a day. She said she reserved me surprises, okay, but I thought we would drink a glass to get to know before entering the thick of it … For an introduction, it is quite fast.

I’m quite feverish, and after spending almost a minute’s hesitation, the desire to realize my fantasies becomes stronger and I decided to start me. I undress completely and I put the outfit complete. Given my state of excitement, trembling hands, I galley several minutes before coming to fix the nylons with garters. I fit the wig and I put on the shoes. I tell myself that I’d never be able to walk with these stilettos if my ankles chained are more, but I’m not going to start discussing the command from the beginning. Then I sit down on the couch to fix black bracelets on my ankles, I close with two padlocks. The chain between the ankles is quite short. Then I take the gag; I push the red ball in my mouth and I hold the straps behind my head, pretty tight, as called Mistress, and I close the loops. That done, I do not forget to pass me the little white lace headband in her hair. I then lay the two locks on the coffee table.

I then even a moment’s hesitation. I tell myself that if I tie the hands, I’ll thank you to an unknown, and without being able to call for help. Again, the urge is too strong. I decided to go to the end. I surround my wrist bracelets, I close with padlock, I put them in the back and then I have to contort myself to be able to close the locks that connect the two bracelets. Indeed, in the back, there is no channel between the two bracelets but only the padlock. After 30 seconds of testing, I hear “click”. Here it is, the lock is closed. Hands behind his back, then I throw three padlock next to the other two, on the coffee table.

I then look at the middle of the room, dressed and well harnessed, feeling a little silly while fairly excited.

That’s when I heard a noise gate that opens. I suspected a little as the Mistress was present but she waited in an adjacent room I execute its directives. The open door, a beautiful mestizo creature appears in the frame. The air fairly severe, medium size, thin, she wears a short black suit, stockings and black boots with heels. She has straight black hair to his shoulders. She has a black whip in one hand and a necklace in the other. She gauges at me, I know where to hide, and then I look down. It stays that way for several seconds to fix at me without saying a word. She then approached me slowly enough, bypasses me and, still without a word, pass me the leather collar around the neck and closed.

It was then that, to my surprise, she says “it’s good, you can come.” Much to my amazement, quite a big man and will appear in the next room. He is dressed in a black tuxedo, simply. I am horrified, it was not planned, we never mentioned a third person in the game, let alone men. I then look at the Mistress, imploring gaze and trying to bring forth the words of the gag, which should resemble that inarticulate sounds.

I then take me a whip blow on the buttocks, without too much difficulty thanks to the skirt, followed by a “silent, slave! You wanted to be a slave, you will be one. You’re going to serve us as maid, my friend and I, and without question. Besides, you’ll stay bound and gagged. I want to be sure you do not prennes flight. Now, on your knees! “.

Death in the soul, I think I’ll still play the game anyway I see no other way out. In my head, all kinds of ideas jostle, I say I’m probably stumbled upon a crazy … Anyway, I kneel, but, because of the chain of ankles, I have to practically let me down kneeling. Fortunately, the floor is carpeted.

My torturer will then look for something in the next room and returned with a kind of black tea, it sets around my waist via two channels to two tight corners, then it clings to my collar and via a belt that holds the plate horizontally around my waist, against my belly.

The friend of the Mistress disappears and returns with two glasses feet and a bottle of champagne. He puts everything on my plate, and they sit on the couch in front of me, always down to his knees.

– “We’ll have a drink for you, you do not move a muscle, dirty disobedient slave If you drop the glasses, you will be severely punished…”

They then pour the champagne and begin to toast. I can only watch them, but I get embarrassed very quickly because of the drool begins to drip down my chin, because the ball gag. While they drink, they look at me and do all kinds of reflections, which worried me for me more:

– “So what do you think of my new maid?”
– “Not bad, feminine enough …”
– “It makes you bend?”
– “Yeah, I have to say quite”
– “Hmm, naughty, already … You think how her outfit?”
– “Very sexy … It was you who chose, as I know you?”
– “Yes, I really wanted an outfit that makes very subject …”
– “I know you well there You were always a real perverse.”
– “You think how her ass”?
– “They are super curvy and well molded in her little skirt, I love and besides you know very well!”
– “Yes, but I like to hear that you and I want my subjected to also hear … I want her to know what to expect …”
– “Well, let her gag to the end, it excites me even more when they are totally powerless.”
– “I know, do not worry for me, too, a good slave is a slave gagged Is not little maid..?”

I answer them with a “mmmhhhhppfff” muffled by the gag. Then I see the hand of Mistress arises on the trousers of his friend, followed by:

– “Yeah, it is well inflated, I see …”
– “Yes, your subject excites me a lot …”

The Mistress then rises and off my plate. She orders me to move forward on his knees to the couch, what I do with difficulty. Arrived before the friend she grabs the back of my head with the leather straps and forcing me to lean down his pants. I said to myself, “No, that’s not possible, I’ve never done that, and it does not tempt me!”

It supports diverse very strong, I can not resist and my ball gag is found against her sex that I feel tense behind his pants.

My Mistress then made my head go up and down along gender. The ball of my gag, full of drooling, the motion slowly, through his pants. If someone had told me I would find myself in this situation one day, I would never have believed. The mistress continues to print its movement up and down, holding me firmly in the head and his friend began to gasp. But the worst is that this extremely humiliating situation begins to excite me and I start to get hard too, which is not very comfortable in a string lady. I decide then to accelerate the movement of myself, determined to finish as soon as possible.

– “But look at that is that it puts the heat, my little subject … do not tell me you jerk a guy with your gag excites you, anyway?”

– “Mmmmmhhhppff”

That’s when the guy gets up suddenly, opens his pants, down his boxers, and passes me his cock stretched and inflated on the face. I moaned into my gag because I think they are going to force me to make him a blowjob, but I want to avoid at all costs.

My Mistress intervenes:

– “No, for the moment, it does not suck you, I want you cum on her face, I want her to feel less than nothing, I want her to be humiliated.”

– “But …”
– “Do not worry, you will have every opportunity she sucks, do not forget we’re going to keep her here in a cage …”

Resigned, the acquiese man and then directs her sex to my gagged mouth and starts masturbating. Meanwhile, my Mistress keeps my head in the face with both hands, probably to avoid that I avoid the jets at the last moment. She then leans into my ear and whispers, “you’re going to take it up the face, little bitch.”

After a few seconds, the man uttered a groan and several spurts of sperm gush my face, especially on the ball of my gag on my lips and on my chin.

I do not lead off, my shame is so intense that I look down; that’s when my Mistress position before me armed with a digital camera. No, it will still not take my picture in this mess! I try to protest, but the gag stifled sounds “mmmhhhhhh mmmhhfff”. A smile, she then press the shutter and flash crackles. It begins by taking a couple of wide shots, then it approaches my face and take close-ups. I reflexively down my face, but she asks the guy to hold my head while she immortalizes the scene, which he does with pleasure.

“Here,” she said, “these photos is firstly for my personal collection, and secondly, to keep you docile well … in fact, if you’re not good, I will regret to publish your beautiful portraits on my blog … “