Date: Wed, 01 Mar 2006 20:52:58 -0800
From: Richard Blaine <rick_blaine69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Laura's Slave Part 9

The following story is fiction.  But like all fiction, there is some truth
in it.  I write these stories for myself but like to share them with others.
  If you find my stories to your interest, or not, you may contact me at
rick_blaine69@hotmail.com.  I am always glad to hear from my readers.

Laura's Slave

By

Rick


She told me it was time for me to leave, the weekend was over.  I was free
to return to my boring existence.  I immediately became sad.  But she told
me not to be sad, because Friday was only 5 days away.  That perked me up.

She told me to get up and get dressed.  When I was ready, she led me back up
the stairs and to the entry way.  She told me to return on Friday at 7:00 pm
sharp!  I told her I was her obedient slave.  I walked to my car, and turned
back, but the door was already closed and the house was completely dark.. I
stood there for a moment, and wondered if I had been dreaming.  But no, for
I was still wearing my slave collar.

And got into my car and headed home, wondering what delightful pain and
pleasure Laura would give me next weekend.

Part 9

When I got home I realized how exhausted I was.  I took a hot shower and
collapsed into bed.  I must have fallen into a deep sleep, then I had dreams
of Laura.  In my dreams she did not give me any pain, only pleasure.  We
sucked each others cocks, I licked her anal flower.  She fucked me into
unknown heights of pleasure.  I awoke with an orgasm.  It was then that I
realized I still wore the slave collar, and had no way of getting it off.  I
couldn't leave the house.  I was trapped until Friday.  But the collar also
reminded me of Laura, and how I was truly her slave.

Each day I wondered what she had in store for me.  And each night I dreamed
of ecstasy with my Laura, my Mistress who owned me.  I kept myself naked,
only wearing my slave collar.  I am not sure why I did this, but in my mind
I felt that it was some form of humiliation.  Humbling my self as her slave.

Friday Morning a package came.  In it was a note from Laura with
instructions to wear the costume that came with it.  I was to put it on
before leaving the house, and it was all I was allowed to wear driving to
our meeting.  The package contained locking wrist and ankle cuffs, a black
leather bra and matching bikini panties, a leash for the collar, and cock
and ball rings.  Also included was a package of makeup, bright red lipstick,
rouge, blue eyeliner, false eye lashes, and bright red nail polish.  And to
top it off, a wig of bright red hair and a pair of red high-heeled shoes .
All with instructions on how to put them on.  More humiliation.

There was also a map, with the route clearly marked out to get to the house.
  The route would take two hours to get to her house.  I was to leave at
5:00 p.m. while it was still light outside.  The route would take me through
rush hour traffic where I would be visible  not only to people in other
vehicles but also to pedestrians.

Doing the best I could, I put on the make-up.  Looking at my reflection in
the mirror, I thought that I was a passable women.  Not beautiful, but
average looking.  I put on the wig, bra, the cock and ball rings, and then
the panties.  I put on the cuffs, and then the shoes.  Oh, the shoes.
Standing in them was almost impossible.  But I managed to walk over to the
full length mirror, and gasped at what I saw.  I looked like an extremely
cheap hooker.  And I was to go out in public!  But as I continued to gaze
into the mirror, I also saw the slave that I was.  This is what Laura
wanted, and if she wanted to humiliate me, then so be it.

At 5:00 p.m. sharp, I pulled out of my garage, hoping none of my neighbors
saw me.  I lucked out and made it out of the neighborhood.  Soon I was on a
main street, and I could feel people looking at me.  I can only imagine what
they were thinking, and I didn't want to think that.  For the next two hours
I was gawked at, yelled at, and a couple of times propositioned.  Even
though I kept my windows closed, I could still hear them.  I was called many
names, fag, queer, cocksucker, and so on.  Even women got in on it.  One
yelled out and asked if I would be her slave.  But of course, I already was
a slave.

I made it to Laura's on time, glad not to be stopped by a cop.  I rang the
door bell, but no one answered.  As I stood on the porch, I started to worry
if someone saw me.  I rang several more times before Laura opened the door.
She could tell I was embarrassed, even through the makeup.  She laughed at
me, telling me I looked like a cheap tart.  She didn't have to tell me, I
knew.  She made me a cheap tart.

After several minutes, she let me in.  She told me to remove the panties,
which I obediently did.  Seeing the cock and ball rings, she attached a
leash to them instead of to my collar.  Pulling the leash, she lead me
downstairs to our room.

She had me stand in the middle of the room, and walked around me.  She
examined me up and down.  She told me that I looked like an over-the-hill
drag queen, but it fit me to a "T".  She told me she had some other outfits
to me to model for her tonight.  She wanted to make sure she picked the best
one for me to wear the next day.

Laura had me strip everything off except my collar, cuffs, and cock and ball
rings.  Then she then had me go to the closet and take out four boxes.
Opening the first box, I found a sheer baby-doll sleep set.  It consisted of
a black bra, bikini panties with a slits in front and back, a sheer, short
nightie, and matching mules.  She had me put it on, first the panties, then
the bra and nightie, and slip into the mules.  She told me to look into the
mirror and admire what a beautiful drag queen I was.  With my wig and
make-up, I was a beauty to behold.  With the slits in the bikini, it would
not be necessary to take them off for sex, a could maintain my womanly
appearance.

After taking pictures of me, Laura had me strip down and put the nightie
outfit back into its box.  Opening up box number two, I found an evening
gown of sheer nylon, with matching bra and high-heel shoes, all in pink.
There was also a pair of earrings, long raindrop shape, about three inches
long, in a light pink color.  The gown was open in the back, revealing the
top of my ass crack.  The front had a bare mid-drift, exposing me from just
below my "breasts" to just above my pubic hairs.  Their were no panties.
After dressing, I looked in the mirror and admired how good I looked.  I was
beginning to enjoy being a drag queen.  After taking pictures, Laura told me
undress again and place gown and all back into the box.

Box number three held a cheerleader's outfit.  Once again the bikinis
exposed my now not-so-privates and "pussy".  The outfit was white with red
trim, as were the socks and gym shoes.  The bikini was red.  The lettering
on the front read "University of Drag Queens", and the back read "Captain
Queenie".  The red bra was heavily padded to fill out the top.  I put on my
outfit, and thought it was great.  Laura patted me on the ass, which I took
as a complement, then again took pictures.

Stripping down once again, I put the outfit back in its box, and opened box
number four.  I pulled out a pair of nipple clamps with a connecting chain
and a heavy looking weight.  Laura told me to put them on, and I obediently
did.  She tightened the clamps, and let the weight do its job.  It hurt!
Next I pulled out a black, battery operated dildo with straps.  Bending
over, Laura shoved all of its nine inches up my ass, its thickness giving me
pain.  She strapped it on me, and turned it on.  The vibration was a killer.
  She turned it off.  Next I took out some more weights, these she attached
to my ball sacks to stretch them out.  Next I took out a bar which she
attached to my ankle cuffs, keeping my legs spread about two feet.

Lastly, Laura attached the chains from the ceiling and pulled my hands up
toward the ceiling.  Hanging spread eagle, she walked around me, doing her
inspection.  She thought out loud about whether or not to use a gag, or make
me wear my leather hood.  After several minutes of verbal thinking, she
decided not to use either one.  She asked how I was feeling, and I told her
that my nipples hurt really bad, and that my balls felt like they were ready
to fall off.  Then she turned the dildo back on.  It drove me crazy!  I was
at first moaning and groaning, then screaming.  I began to beg her to free
me, and when she didn't, I begged louder.  But to no avail.

She sat down in her chair and watched me hang.  She obviously was enjoying
it.  But I wasn't.  I don't know how long I hung there.  But after a while,
I gave up screaming and just moaned and mumbled.  I think I passed out,
because the next thing I clearly remember was lying in bed, and looking up
at Laura.  She was kneeling between my legs, her cock rigid with
anticipation.  My nipples and balls hurt, and my ass still seemed to
vibrate.  Laura's cock was dripping precum, I knew she was ready to fuck me.
  I raised my knees up towards my shoulders, and she put her cock to my male
pussy.  With a quick shove she was in me.  It felt good.  Fucked me slowly
for a long time, and my dick was dripping precum.  Then, with a rush, she
pounded my ass until she filled me with her cum.  I shot my wad along with
her.

For the next couple of hours, she sucked my sore tits, played with my balls,
and fucked me some more.  She fucked me until she couldn't cum any more.

End of part 9