Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2009 19:15:22 +0000
From: richard white <slave_applicant@hotmail.com>
Subject: slave wanted part one

Slave wanted
Part 1

If this is not your thing what the hell are you doing on here? If your
underage I am not going to stop you reading this so what's the point. And
if you're a Christian who finds this thing evil and distasteful go to your
local vicar for a good hard shag.

The two main characters in this piece of fiction are both based on myself
one is my dominant side and the other my submissive side. A little like
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Right where to begin, I suppose the reason I am writing this is to put down
on paper my thoughts dreams ambitions and general desires.

First point is how I got here, it wasn't that I was forced here against my
will, because I came here willingly and it was me looking for an
experience.  I was on the internet hunting for some good hard core porn
when I saw an advert; it was a simple enough advert with no pictures

Slave wanted Looks and age are unimportant, within reason.  Attitude and
willingness are vital.  The applicant must be willing to participate in
bondage and S&M.  And put up with grunge and piss play.  Send an e-mail to
slave_applicant@hotmail.com



So I applied and the reply I got was a simple instruction, it was a time
and a date three days from now and a location, it was a coffee shop on the
local high street. So in three weeks I got there an hour early so I could
get a feel for the place and the right table that I had been instructed to
get. It was in the corner on its own with no other tables near it; I got
out the book I was told to read when he arrived, some obscure fantasy
fiction. My coffee arrived and the minutes ticked by slowly after 45
minutes I went and ordered another coffee and went back and sat down.
                One hour later at exactly 4 pm a big burly man walked in,
dressed in faded jeans and a fitted shirt he ordered a double espresso and
a glass of water. He then walked over and sat down opposite me, "so you
arrived, I am glad."  "Yes sir," I replied nervously "No need for
formalities yet," "Richard" he said extending his hand.  "Bill" I replied
shaking his hand, whilst trying to stop shaking.  "Do you want a drink? Or
something to eat?" he offered as his espresso arrived and after stirring it
and drinking it.  "Iced tea and a piece of short bread if your offering" I
replied "Yea sure, be back in a moment" he said
                As he got up and turned to go and go to the bar I got a
square on view of his rear, those rippling muscles running up and down his
thighs, when he came back we talked about a whole myriad of different
things our pasts and present our hopes and dreams, we had so much in
common. It was a really relaxed conversation he soon put me at ease.  "So
are you up for coming over to my place for a sort of try out, I'm not doing
anything tonight or tomorrow, what about you" he said "I'm not doing
anything for the rest of the week" I replied "good my car is just outside"
                We went outside and his car was just there a large 4x4 pick
up. We drove to the outskirts of town to a large detached house surrounded
a large brick wall and wrought iron fence. He pulled up the drive and into
the garage.  "So are you sure you want to go through with this?" Richard
said.  "Yes I am sure" I replied.  "So we will start with the formalities."
He then led through the house to the living room. He pulled out a sheet of
paper.

Name Bill Jekyll Age 18 I herby give Richard Hyde authority over my body
for the next 24 hours and permission to use me as he wishes as long as no
permanent damage is done to me.  Signed Bill Jekyll and Richard Hyde

I sign and the paper is put to one side

Richard gets up "come on bill were going to the pit" I follow Richard we go
through the house he opens a door to a flight of stairs and below there is
a dark room with just the light from the door way, I followed Richard into
the room; he shut the door and the only source of light. I felt him walking
behind me, he held on to my shoulders. He guided me over through the dark,
"arms!" I had my arms lifted and leather cuffs buckled around my wrists, I
was left hanging there in the dark.
                Suddenly a blinding light hit my retinas as Richard turned
on a bright white light that just illuminated me I could see some of the
basic outlines of pieces of furniture but no detail. Richard then came up
to me and proceeded to shred my clothes half ripping half cutting them. I
soon became totally naked, Richard then went of to one of the shelves and
bought a zip lock package over, when he opened it I could immediately smell
it was a piss soaked cum stained leather jockstrap.
                Richard then lifted each of my feet sliding the foul
garment up my legs until it nestled my moderately sized package. Richard
then put some ankle restraints on me and secured them to eyelets on the
floor so my legs became spread but I was completely supported by my
wrists. He then went over to one of the shelves and got a roll of Clingfilm
and proceeded to wrap my crotch with it. The Clingfilm became hot and
sweaty especially with the foul jockstrap. Richard then went to the door
turned the light off
                "Don't bother screaming this room is sound proofed" with
this he opened the door went through it and locked it. I was left there
with this foul garment cling filmed to my crotch hanging from my wrists.
                After a while my wrists became sore and my shoulders were
aching so when the lights for the entire room were turned on I was shocked
the room was a large red brick vaulted room with arches on the wall I was
facing each one was filled with shelving and each shelf was laden with a
whole manner of different implements of pain and pleasure. Directly in
front of me there was a shelf of dildos ranging tin size from very small to
enormous and of varying materials, rubber metal glass and some apparently
of hardwood.
                To my left the "pit" went on for a good way and it was
filled with all manner of different pieces of equipment a number of slings
a few benches and tables and a large chair with straps and a whole manner
of different straps.
                "My shoulders are hurting Richard" I say as he is stood in
front of me.
                Richard went behind me, I glanced over and he was
retrieving a large paddle, he swung it hard at my arse even through the
cling film it stung.
                "Now you call me sir, grunge pig" he spat.
                "Yes sir" Richard then went over to the shelving and picked
up a reasonable sized butt plug, he then came behind me, tore a small hole
in the Clingfilm and held it up to my mouth "suck boy" so I sucked and
covered it in my saliva he then rammed it home, he then wrapped the whole
back up with Clingfilm. He then went to another shelf and bought over a
well uses leather hood. He then unlaced the back and put it over my
head. The hood had holes in it for breathing and for my eyes. Sir then
fitted a cock shaped gag to the hole and a leather blindfold.
                Sir then un hooked my ankles and attached them together and
linked my wrists together, he then let my wrists down and carried me to one
of the tables with straps. I felt the leather straps being tightened and I
became immobile. I was left there in a stinking jockstrap cling filmed to
my crotch and a leather hood. And secured to a leather covered table by
multiple straps.

To be continued Any feed back would be appreciated e-mail
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