You get home from work, tired from another busy week. At last it is Friday evening and you are looking forward to the weekend off. As you think about what you are going to have for supper, you switch on your computer to check your emails. You return with a drink you’ve just fixed and flick to your inbox. A few mails from your friends, the usual ‘buy one get one free’ crap, and then something grabs your attention. It’s not a junk email, but you don’t recognize the name of the sender.  You leave it for a while but your curiosity gets the better of you and you have to open it.

It’s from a man, and goes something like this….

I have been keeping an eye on you from the internet, for a while now. And I like what I see. I am not far from you and wondered if you would like to meet up for a drink tonight. I’m sure you are not that kind of girl but we have many things in common, and I think we would have a great evening. The email goes on to say where and when to meet and encloses a picture of the man.

At first she thinks just to delete it, but something inside her is curious. She is sure it’s a joke, but for some reason she replies, “yes”, and hits SEND.

You read a few more emails from friends and try not to think about the one you have just sent, but 5 minutes later you receive a reply…….

This time he is a little more forceful. He tells you were to meet and at what time. He is very specific in what you must wear, including a fully detailed list. Short black dress, high heels, and no underwear at all except for black seamed stockings.

At first you are taken aback by his comments, but something in his email excites you. You have a few hours to get ready and you have the clothes he tells you to wear. The place you are meeting at is not too far from where you live, but is not somewhere you have been before. This is a good thing as you may not want to be seen out with a strange man.

2 hours later you are in your car and heading to the freeway. You feel strange wearing no underwear, but it was what you were ordered to do. The thought of a strange man telling who to dress was making you intrigued. What else would he make you do………..

You arrive at the location. It is a small bar in town, having never done this before you are a little scared to enter alone. You feel excited by what might happen and its outcome. You park the car and enter. Looking around you see no one you recognize, which comes as a relief. You look for the man in the picture and spot him leaning against the corner of the bar. He looks bigger in person, well built, and smartly dressed. He sees you and waves you over.

“Drink?” He says. You tell him what you would like and he orders it up. “I’m glad you dressed as told. I hope you are wearing nothing underneath it”. After taking a sip of drink you say “No!” “Good, you had better not be lying, because I will find out later what’s under there. You feel good that you followed his instructions, but bad because you are naked under your dress. “So what now”, you say.

“Well I don’t want to get to know you. I just want to play with. You know, make you do things for me”. “What kind of things do you mean?”

“All in good time, if you’re willing.”

Before you can think the answer over your desires take over, ‘I’m willing”.

He reaches down and hands you a bag. He tells you there are instructions in the bag, and to follow them. With that he leaves the bar…….

You finish your drink as you think about what happened. You are dying to look in the bag, but you don’t want to open it in a public bar so you head to the Ladies restroom. There is no one in there so you lock yourself in a cubicle, sit down and open the bag.

On the top is a note which reads……

Dear Slave,

You have taken your first step on this journey, if you want to know where it leads follow the instructions on this note and do exactly what it says. I this bag is what I want you to wear. Put it on and meet me out side in my car. If you decide you want to do this you must follow it through. I will be outside waiting for you for the next 15 minutes; if you don’t show then I take it you don’t want to play. If you don’t follow these instructions to the letter then I take it that you don’t want to play. The important thing is that you do as I say and that you resign yourself to being my Sex Toy for this weekend.

You pull out what is in the bag. Looking at your watch you notice you only have 10 minutes left to comply. The bag contains some kind of leather skirt, a very thin white blouse, a pair of stockings, some stupidly high heels, and a dog collar…..

WHAT WILL YOU DECIDE TO DO ?

The restroom is still empty so quickly remove you dress. The stockings in the bag match your own so to save time you keep yours on. You flip of your heels and put on the 6” ones, then put on the blouse which is almost transparent. Then you pull up the tight leather skirt. It is so short that your stocking tops are showing. You have never dressed like this before (well, never in public) and you feel very strange. But it does make you feel very sexy. You put your own dress and shoes back in the bag. Then look at your watch again, only 5 minutes left. Then you spot the collar on the floor. It is a black leather studded dog collar about an inch thick. You open the cubicle door and go to the mirror. You attach the collar around your neck; it is a little tight but not restricting. Another woman enters the restroom as you fix your hair. She looks you up and down in disgust, as you look like a street walker. You have no time for her reaction as you grab the bag, walk straight past her and head for the parking lot. As you walk from around the bar you feel the eyes of others on you. It is hard to walk fast in your new shoes but you head for the door as fast as you can, leaving the cat calls and whistles from the drunk men behind.

Outside is dark as you head for the lot. But you don’t know what he car drives. You walk around the lot looking for him in every car. You feel a little uncomfortable in what you are wearing, but you know he won’t show if you do not obey. A group of guys head for the bar, as they pass you, you feel then looking you up and down. You pull on the skirt to try to cover your exposed stocking, but the skirt it too tight and do not move. Just then you see the lights of a car turn on. You walk over to it and see that it is the stranger in the bar. By now you just want to get out of sight, so you open the passenger door and jump in……

“You decided to come then”, He says.

“Just get me out of here please”.

“As you wish”

The car moves away from the lot and into the night. You wait for your heart to slow down as you think about what you are doing. He is watching the road but turns to you and say’s, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. We can stop this any time you like. I just have a fantasy and have always wanted to play it out. I will take you back to your car any time you like, but if you want to play out my fantasy for the weekend I would be happy for you to play along. I will get strict with you, but will never hurt you. Well not too bad anyway”. He laughed. “ May I call you my sex slave?”.

You think about what he said. You have always wanted something like this to happen, but you were not going to tell him that. Inside you were excited, to be his sex slave would be a dream come true. “That’s fine with me”, you say. “Where are we going?”

“It’s up to you, my place of a hotel room?”

“A hotel room would be better for me I think”, you said feeling a little better at being in a public place. “Maybe your place later”.

He smiled, “As you wish, but that’s this is the only chance you get for an option, from now on you do as I say, Slave”…….

A few minutes later you pull up outside the hotel. It’s maybe not what you had in mind. It was a very smart looking place, with lots of expensive cars parked outside. It was huge, It had to be a five star hotel. “Ready to check in ?” he said. “Here put this on, I’ve go some things to get from the trunk”. With that he threw you a leash. “Attach it to the collar Bitch, and I’ll lead to in. Walk 2 steps behind me at all times, and only look down. Got it ?” With that he left the car and went round to the trunk. He returned later, just giving you enough time to attach the leash. He opened your door, he was holding a very large bag. “What’s in that ?” you asked. “you’ll find out later. Let’s just say it’s all for you. Now give me your leash Bitch. You were not even sure if you wanted to step out of the car, little lone be paraded across the lobby like a dog. It was bad enough with what you were wearing. You knew your skirt would not even cover your stocking tops. And the fact that your tits were fully visible through your blouse, for everyone and his dog to see, you didn’t even have any knickers on.

He pulled the leash which jerked your neck sideways. “I said out !”. With no time to change your mind, you were out the car. He flipped the key fob and the car bleeped locked. He walked to the hotel leading you all the way. You kept your head down as told, walking just behind him. Without so much as a pause he pushed the lobby door open and lead you inside, straight up to the check-in desk. Out of the corner of your eye you could see people looking at you. You could see them whisper to each other then point at you.

He held the leash while he talked to the clerk and checked you both in. He checked you in under the name Cheap Slut, the clerk printed off the booking form and handed it to him saying, “just the one night Mr. Smith, thank you”. As he took it he said, “One night in hell for this bitch”, then he laughed. With that he turned and jerked you towards the elevators. The elevator took only a few minutes to come. While waiting another man came over to wait too. ‘Ping’, went the elevator then the door opened and a few people got out. As they walked passed they too looked at you in disgust in what you were wearing. Another jerk later and you were inside the elevator. “What floor ?” the other man asked. “To the top please”, your owner said. The doors closed and the elevator started move. You could see the other man looking you up and down. Your owner noticed it too. “Show him your cunt”, he demanded of you. You froze. “Excuse me?” you said. He tugged hard on the leash, “He is obviously interested in looking at my play thing, so lift your skirt and show him your cunt. How!”. Shyly you lift your shirt to your waist, exposing your private most parts to a stranger. Well 2 strangers for that matter. The other man could not believe his eyes as you stood there exposed. “Legs open Slut” , your owner shouted. You did as you were told and opened your legs as best you could in such high heels. The man kneeled down to take a better look at you. “No touching, she is mine. I might share her later but she has a lot to learn this evening and I don’t want her worn out just yet”. “OK”, the other man said. And with that he stood back up. Just at that time the elevator stopped about half way up to let some more people on. You quickly went to adjust your skirt before anyone else saw you exposed. “Leave it”, came the words from your owner………

You stopped covering yourself and stood still. You had no idea who was about to come through the door. It opened and a family of four walked in. They were heading to the roof top for a night view of the city. The family consisted of a man, women, and 2 boys in their late teens. The doors closed and the elevator started moving. Just then the woman shrieked, “Oh my God”. She grabbed her boys and moved them behind her. The boys could not stop staring at you, up until now they had only seen pictures of naked women on the internet. Although you had clothes on, with your skirt up and your see-through blouse on you were as good as naked. “What the Hell are you doing woman, cover yourself up”, the husband shouted. You just looked at your owner and said nothing. You felt embarrassed, but knew you could not cover up until told to do so by your owner. The woman shouted again. “will you cover up, my boys….”. He boys were loving it, looking at every part you. They kept looking at each other with smiles on their faces. One even winked at you. The woman stepped forward in an attempt to pull your skirt back down. Your owner stopped her saying, “Keep your hands off, she is my property, you can’t touch it. If you want to touch her later when I am finished with her she will be in room1010. She will be open to please anybody then, bring your husband too I’m sure he would like that”. Then he laughed. The woman was speechless, she pushed the buttons on the elevator for the next available floor so she could get her family out. The elevator stopped, the door pinged open and they left.

“That was funny”, your owner said, as the elevator started moving again. “Cover up now bitch”. You did as told and rolled down your skirt. The elevator finally reached your floor. The door opened and you felt the jerk on your neck as you were lead to your room. “1010”, the other man shouted as you left, “may see you there later. “you will be welcome, bring some of your friends too, she can take it”, your owner said. Your mind was racing at his words, he was inviting strangers to come and fuck you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You reached 1010, and he pulled you inside….

He flicked on the lights, the room was big. 2 king size beds, a lounge area and a small kitchenette. The bathroom was large, with a walking shower and a huge white marble tub. And on the outside of the window there was a small balcony. He let go of your leash and put down his bag. “I need a piss, come help me”.

“Help you do what?”, you said.

“Help me pee. You are my slave after all. Don’t worry, you won’t get wet”, he laughed. You followed him into the bathroom not quite knowing what to expect. He stood at the toilet, “Now take out my cock and point it at the toilet, be careful where you aim or you will be cleaning it up.” You reached for his fly and carefully found his cock. You pulled it through the hole on his pants and pointed it downward. “Ready?”, he said. You nodded. “Here it comes”, he smiled. You held his limp cock near the base so as not to get any fluid on your hands. The golden stream showered into the toilet bowl. You concentrated hard so as not to splash any onto the floor. It went through your mine what a discussing thing this was to do, but as it did not involve you touching the stuff it was not really affecting you physically, it was just a little down grading to help a man piss. It took about a minute before he was finished. You had managed not to spill a drop. He took a step back, “Finished. Now clean me up and tuck it away”. “What do you mean?” ,you said. “Use your mouth, just take one lick of the end then tuck it away for later”, he said. “You will get a chance to do a lot more to it later, but for now you are done with it. Just one lick mind”. There was no sign of moister on the end, so you bent over and licked the tip. It tasted a little salty on your tongue, but not really noticeable. You tucked it away as ordered and stood back up.

“Right, now for you”, he said, “follow me, you’re gonna like this - NOT”……

He walked back into the main room, you followed a few steps behind. “Stand over here”, he said, pointing to the window, “and don’t move.” You did as instructed and moved over to the window, turned and faced the inside of the room. He picked up the bag and placed it on the bed. “You should see what I’ve got in here for you, all kinds of goodies.” With that he opened the bag.

He took out endless amounts of rope, and placed it on the bed. “Don’t want you going anywhere do we?” he smiled. Then he took out 5 or 6 of the biggest dildos you had ever seen. Then there were clamps, chains, whips, some things you had never seen before, and a whole pack of clothes pegs. “That will do for starter’s”, he said, “I’ll leave the rest in there for later………

“Now bitch, let’s see what I’ve got for a toy”, he says grabbing the rope. “Now strip”. As instructed you start to remove your blouse. It goes through your mind that you have nothing he has not seen in the elevator. You let the blouse fall to the floor then start on un-zipping the skirt, which in turn also falls to the floor. You start to remove your stockings when he tells you to stop. “You can leave them on for now, and the shoes. Now let me take a look at you. He walks over to you, rope in hand. “Mmmmm, very nice, and a shaved cunt to. I would like to touch you, but you are far too flexible for me as you are. Let me just tie you up so you can’t move away from me. “Give me your wrists”. You hold out both your hands. He grabs one and ties a rope to it, then the other. He then bends down and ties a rope around each of your ankles. You now have a rope at each of your limbs. He stands again, and pushes you back up against the window. It is dark outside but the curtains are open, and although you are on the tenth floor, with the lights on in the room anyone can see you from outside. He takes a rope attached to your right wrist and reaches up on a chair to tie it high up on the curtain rail. All the way at one end. He then does the same to the other wrist at the other end of the rail. You arms are now out stretched and high. He then proceeds to move the chairs so that they are by the side of you, but about 6 feet away. Taking each ankle in turn he pulls your legs as far apart as they will go. The chairs are heavy so you can’t close your legs even if you tried. You are now completely at his mercy. Stretched out in front of him unable to move. Not to mention, completely visible from the streets below……..

He returns to the bed and picks up more rope. He looks at your tits and says, “These nice babies could do with a little attention”. With that he starts to wrap the rope around your left breast, it’s not too bad at first, but with each wind it becomes tighter and tighter. It’s not painful, just a little discomfort. He does the same with your right breast, same number of wraps, and about the same amount of discomfort. “We’ll leave then like that for a while, till they go a nice blue color. Nipples next I guess”. With that he returns to the bed to get a large pair of nipple clamps. They are connected by a chain from one to the other. He returns to put them on you. “Now this may hurt a little, but the pain will go in a few seconds once your body has adjusted to them”. He pulls at your left nipple a little just to get the blood flowing. Then a little bite that makes you let out a little yelp. Your nipple stands erect away from your breast. He places the clamp over it and releases the grip of his hand. You feel it bite into your skin. The pain increases until he has let go. In a few seconds it is just like a dull ache on the tip of your breast. He then does the same with your other nipple, biting a little harder this time. You know the level of pain to expect now so it is not so much of a surprise to you. He lets the chain drop to just above your waist, “That’s the top half done, now let’s see what we can do with the lower half”, he says as he returns yet again to his bag of goodies……….

He comes back to you again, this time with a smaller set of clamps, “These are for your cunt”, he says, showing them to you. They have a smaller chain that the nipple clamps, but apart from that look the same to you. “Harmless on its own”, he says, “but more fun with a few weights hanging from it. Now let’s see where to put it”. With that he kneels down in front of you. You can’t really see what he is doing, but you can feel it. You feel your cunt lips being parted one by one, then a sharp pain runs through your body. Like the other clamps, the pain turns to a dull thud, but it takes a few minutes to do so. “Now don’t  you look good” , he says returning to his feet. “I know, I’ll take a few picture of you so you can remember me to your friends. But no one will know what to call you if you don’t have a name. “Soon fix that”, he says. He goes back to his bag and grabs his small camera and a very large permanent marker pen. He faces you and writes the word ‘SLUT’, in big 8 inch high letters over your upper chest. He then takes 5 steps back and starts to take pictures of you standing there helpless…….

He takes a few from the front, then the side. Then he goes out on the balcony and snaps a few from outside. He then comes back in the room and takes a few close-ups of your clamped cunt and tits. “That will do for now, It will be good to keep a photo diary of you as we go through the evening. At the moment you are very fresh, it will be good to see you more and more drained as the evening goes on”. He then puts down the camera and exchanges it for a whip. “I think my little slut would look a lot better with a little color over her body. A few red stripes should look just great, not to mention a bright red ass. The whip is a cat-of-nine-tails type. It has a leather handle with about 10 leather belt like straps at the end. The end of each strap is split in two for better marking impact. He takes a few practice swings in the air then walks towards you. You are not too happy about this, but are in no position to offer any resistance. You will just have to take whatever he dishes out to you, and hope it does not hurt too much. He takes a small swing at one of your thighs, nothing harsh and you don’t even feel it. He takes a few more random swings, one over your stomach, one over your upper chest, and one over your outstretched arm. In a way you are disappointed, you know you can take much harder, is this guy all talk. But you are about to find out otherwise. He takes one step back then brings the whip with full force across your body. You let out a scream as you feel like you have been cut in half. The pain is intense, but only last about 15 seconds. You look down at your torso to see a big red streak across it. It swells up a little and turns very dark on the inside. “That’s more like it”, He smiles. “About another 20 of them should do it, then we can turn you round and do 20 on the other side. “NO!” You shout, “that’s too fucking hard”. He stops before the second blow. “What did you say to me? I’m the Boss here don’t forget, tonight you are mine and with shouts like that you are going to wake up the other guests. And we don’t want that do we?” He returns to the bed and comes back with one of the smaller butt plugs. He forces it in your mouth. It is big enough just to stop you from spitting it out. Your front teeth are stuck in its grove and the only way to get it out is by pulling it. “Much better”, he says. “Now where was I? Ah yes, 19 more to go. Ready?” Of course you can’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes” he smiled. Another step back and thwack ! another red mark down the other side, leaving you with an ‘X’ on your midriff. Then a few more whacks across your legs, then your arms. Six more across your tits, one nearly knocking of one of the nipple clamps. He keeps going and you count to 18 hits in your mind. By now your body has reached. Your adrenalin has kicked in and made your whole body numb. Your brain does not know where it hurts most, so it has cut the pain out for now. Only two more hits to take, but where will they land. You don’t have long to wait. The last two cracks come down in very quick succession on you very accessible cunt. Your brain was not ready for that one, but at least your beatings for this side are over….

You look up at him. He is trading the whip for the camera. “You look hot now, gotta get some picture of that”. He snaps away taking shots from all kinds of angles. He stops for a minute to show you a few shots on the screen on back. You could not believe your eyes. You were red and stripy all over. you looked like a red and white zebra. Some of the marks were starting to swell. “I’ve got an idea”, he said. “You can’t see yourself, that won’t do”. With that he walked over to the clothes closet and opened the door. Attached to the inner side of the door was a full length mirror. He swung the door around so that you could see your reflection in it. “Well I guess that was a waste of time, I’m about to turn you round now”. He walks over to you and starts to untie your legs. Then he climbs the chair and unties your arms, leaving the ropes attached to your body. Although your body is now a different color, you don’t hurt too bad. A bit stiff from being tied, but the whole thing was over in about 10 minutes. Although you knew deep down there be more to come. You knew your ass was about to be whipped, but you also knew it would not be as bad on a fleshy part of your body. The next part would be easier. Or so you thought! .....

“I’ve got an idea. It would be a shame to waste a good evening, let’s go out on the balcony”, he said, “Come on bitch”. With that he grabbed your leash and yanked towards the balcony door way. You could tell by the way he pulled on the leash he was getting excited, he pulled with a lot more force than in previous times. You had trouble walking in your heels because of the ropes still attached to your ankles, but you made it outside without falling over. “Now bend over the rail”, he commanded. Still with the butt plug in your mouth it was impossible to say anything, so you did as you were told. As you bent over it you could see the street not too far below. “Now drop your arms over the top”, he said. He leaned through the bars of the rail and tied you hands as far to the bottom of the rail as he could pull you, your feet were almost off the ground. For a few seconds you thought you might go over the top, but you could just reach the balcony floor with your toes. Your tits and there attached chain were dangling into the night air, over the top of the rail, and your head was right out from the rail by about a foot. Then he pulled one of your legs as far apart as it would go. You had to let the ropes on your wrists take the whole weight of your body as for a moment you were standing on just one toe. Then you felt a jolt as he pulled the over leg in the opposite direction. How all you weight was on your wrists, as both your feet were off the ground. Your legs must have been about 5 feet apart, and your rear end was so exposed. Anyone walking by could not fail to see you tied there like a sheet to dry out in the breeze. “Shit, can’t use the whip out here, not enough room to swing it. I’ll be back”, he said, and went back into the room. He returned 30 seconds later with a cane. He held it over the rail so you could take a look at it. It was about half an inch thick and made of bamboo, with knots on it every 6 inches. “20 we said right?” he asked, knowing full well you could say nothing. He disappeared back behind you and you bit down on the plug waiting for the first strike……