From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Experience (Mf, bdsm)
Date: 12 Jun 1996 21:54:18 GMT

			    The Experience
				  by
			master Rueggan de Sade

	It was dumb I thought to myself. No one ever answers those
adds in the swingers magazines let alone the ones asking for a "Female
Sex Slave."... but I placed the add anyway. That was a month ago. It
read like this:

	WANTED: FEMALE FOR STRICT TRAINING AS A SEX
	SLAVE. MUST BE WILLING TO FULFILL ALL ASPECTS OF
	A MALE DOM'S WISHES; ORAL; ANAL AND LIKEWISE.
	ONLY SINCERE NEED ANSWER.

	Well, I could have done without the last sentence because I
have gotten several answers to that add over the past month, and most
have not been the most intellectual women on the face of the planet.
Some were women looking for "something a little different" in their
lives. Some were dominant women trying to pass themselves off as subs
just to try to turn the tables on me in the middle of a session. And
let's face it, some were just plain mal-adjusted nymphos. But she was
different.

	She sat for the interview very confidently. She spoke good
English, and seemed quite intelligent. Not that a submissive has to be
dumber than a pull-tab beer can, but let's face it again folks... what
I have seen in the past weeks didn't even have a total IQ that came
close.

	There was no doubt that she was smart. She knew what she
wanted, and I think that was what I liked about her. One of the things
anyway... and also because she was quite a sight. Not too tall, blonde
hair about shoulder length, green eyes. She wore a very business like
suit. Gray skirt with that sexy business like slit up the side and a
gray jacket that was very form fitting... "Must have been tailored," I
thought to myself.

	We sat and talked... or rather, I asked questions and she
answered them. I could not help notice the ring on her finger. It was
not a wedding ring because it was on the little finger. But it was
very unusual. The ring was a gold band of about 3/8 inch in width. and
it sat tightly between the first and second knuckle of her little
finger. `Sat' was not the word for it... Fastened was really the word.

	There were no visible seams in the ring but it sat just snug
enough that it could not be pulled off past the first knuckle. It was
as if it was "made to fit" right on her finger... molded around it
almost...

	She must have noticed me looking at the ring a lot, because
all the while during the interview she was only speaking when she had
to answer me, but she saw me looking at the ring and she opened those
red lips as if to speak, but cut herself off when she saw me look at
her to listen to what she would have said. She then asked me a strange
question. She asked me if she could have permission to speak on her
own. I had laid down no ground rules for the interview. She was free
to say whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

	"Why do you ask for permission to speak?" I asked back.

	"Well," she said... "you are a master, are you not?"

	"Yes," I said... "have you had prior slave training?"

	"Yes I have," she said in a very matter of fact type of tone.
"That is where I received the ring you keep looking at, and the rest
of my treasures."

	"I noticed the ring," I said, "but what do you mean by `the
rest of your treasures'?"

	She asked for permission to stand, and then rose. She placed
her purse on the ground and proceeded to turn around, face me and
start to undress. When her jacket was off I could clearly see the hard
points where her nipples are and thought to myself "She wears no
bra... good."

	When she started to remove the white silk blouse I also
noticed something else about her breasts. The nipples, as hard as they
were, were also pierced. Pierced not once but twice. Once, then again
90 degrees off. The studs she kept in them looked like she had a small
cross on the end of her nipples.

	She started to give me a little show by rubbing her chest with
her hands and twisting those pierced nipples till her eyes closed in
some kind of submissive erotic thought that only she knew and I hoped
I would soon find out. She opened her eyes and started to slowly slide
one hand then the other down her belly to remove her skirt.

	Watching all this was making my cock hard as a rock, and I was
sure it was showing through my jeans... sure because ever since she
opened her eyes she was staring right at it. She turned around to show
me her bare ass as she pulled the last piece of her business-like
manner from her body. I again saw the glint of gold that could be only
one thing... Pierced pussy lips...

	Soon she was standing in front of me dressed only in her black
stockings and high heels with the garter belt holding up the best
looking pair of silk legs I have ever seen. The garter hugged her hips
just right and the stockings didn't cut into the tops of her legs like
the elastic kind do. She had class all right. Nothing but the best for
this one I thought to myself...

	She sat back with her bare ass on the stool. When she hit the
cold leather top she let out a sigh and got settled down.

	Once seated, she placed her feet up on the rungs of the stool
and parted her legs for me to see. What a sight. There before my eyes
was the cleanest shaved pussy I have ever seen. But not only was it
clean... it was pierced. And not just pierced... but pierced many
times, six on each side. And to top it off there was a seamless gold
chain running criss-cross through the gold rings in her outer lips.
There she was with her pussy all trussed up like a Thanksgiving day
turkey.

	The gold chain also held in place a small gold plate that
covered her clit tightly so she could not make any contact with it.
She could not get anything into her pussy very far, as she
demonstrated to me by placing a finger into her cunt. Because of the
chain her lips were so tight that she could only get her index finger
in up to her second knuckle before the rings looked painfully tight.
With a finger partway in her fuck hole, she was using the other hand
to twist those pierced nipples tightly.

	Each time she twisted she would suck air in through her teeth.
Like it hurt, but also like she enjoyed... or needed it. I told her to
stop because we had an interview to finish. Reluctantly she pulled the
finger from her crotch and licked it off... running her tongue around
her finger to get every drop from her hand. Again she sat, quiet,
submissive. I knew this was the girl I was waiting for.

	I asked her to tell me what events led to her being the way
she was. "What way?" she asked still licking the sticky cum from her
long fingers. "Trussed," I said...

	She began to tell me that her last master enjoyed her pussy so
much that he didn't want to share it with anyone else. Since her
slavely duties often included being with other men and woman her
master used what he knew best, jewelry, to make sure that his slave's
pussy would stay his. Whenever he wanted to fuck her, he would cut the
chain and release her lips to accept his cock. After, he would then
fix the break in the chain and seal her back up until next time...

	"How did he fix the break in the chain?" I asked fervently,
wondering how he could have done such a perfect job that close to her
pussy. "He would weld it," she replied... "He would strap me down to a
table that he built for the occasion and place a shield under the
chain so my pussy would not get damaged... that is also why I am very
clean shaven... then he would use a small torch and weld the ends
closed."

	I then asked the question that I am sure is on all your minds.
"Where is he now?"

	"I am not sure," she stated, "One day I just woke up and found
myself alone, chained to the head of our bed by my neck. I have never
seen him since. I got free by calling one of the women he usually let
me be with and she came and let me out."

	"Why not just cut the chain and set yourself free?"

	"I am a submissive, Sir de Sade, I promised myself that the
only way I would ever remove these chains is to find another master to
replace the one I lost."

	This slave had indeed impressed me. Here she had the chance to
free herself from the bonds that kept her just inches away from the
brink of her sexual release, and she chose to stay devoted to what she
believed in totally. She was indeed very strong willed and I was glad
that I did not have to do the preliminary work. She must have been a
very strong nut to crack in the beginning.

	"I see," I stated, "Do you think that I am that master?"

	She had started to play with her nipples again. all the while
starring at the crotch of my jeans.

	"I see that you like the look of a hard cock. Do you like the
taste of it as well?"... I stood and pulled off the jeans letting my
eight inch cock loose from the tight space. She was instantly down on
her knees in position one, with her legs wide apart and her ass
touching the floor between her feet. She had reached up and cupped my
balls with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of my shaft,
stroking it slowly... all the while staring at it wildly... purring
her pleas for me to let her suck my cock...

	"Well if you are to be tested then you must perform under some
of the conditions that will be demanded of you." I walked over to the
table back near the chair where I was conducting the interview and
produced a roll of wide duct tape. Walking over to her and getting
behind her I took her arms and pulled them tightly back. "Any woman
can suck a cock good if she uses her hands... you will do it without
yours... just to prove to me that you are good... "

	Placing her wrists together I started to wrap the tape around
them tightly. I continued to wrap slowly up the length of her arms
until I got to the midpoint between her shoulders and her elbows. I
had her arms mummified in stiff silver duct tape with her elbows just
about six inches apart behind her back. I usually like my slaves to
wear a collar too, but didn't have one handy, so I used the remainder
of the duct tape to wrap it around her neck, again making a wide stiff
coating. It really did the trick too. Kept her head dead straight, and
didn't let her lower or raise her head an inch. I looked back to
admire my work and then decided to get back to the interview.

	"Well slave," I growled... "are you ready to take your oral
exam for this very prestigious position?" I am sure she would have
shaken just her head, and that would have been proficient enough, but,
knowing that her neck was held tight, she simply bowed her head to the
floor and began to lick my feet. Her lips were working their way
around my ankle and she was leaving a trail of tiny submissive love
bites everywhere she licked.

	She then began her slow, erotic, steady journey up my leg,
making sure that her tongue caught every inch on the front part of my
leg. She licked and licked until she was just at the top inner part of
my thigh. There, with her nose parked softly under my warm, cum filled
balls, she lingered for a moment, taking in a deep breath of my sex.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she cooed, "I love the smell of a man's balls... so warm
and musky."

	She nestled right where she was for a moment - and I really
didn't mind - she was good and I already knew it, she was the most
erotic slave I have ever met. She really cared about the sensuality of
the act she was performing, not just the completion of it to please
her master at the moment.

	After rubbing her face on the under side of my balls and
purring like a cat rubbing around your leg at dinner time, she began
her oral work. She slowly parted her ruby red lips and began to suck
each one of my balls into her mouth. One at a time, running her tongue
around each one.

	Then she took both of them in. Her head was straining to get
under me to completely take my balls into her mouth so I obliged her
position by raising my one leg up and resting it on the stool she used
for the interview. She moaned in acceptance and took my balls fully
into her mouth. She was remarkable. She had me ready to cum and she
had not even set lips to my dick yet.

	It was then that I felt her tongue slip out from between my
balls and her lower lip and glaze my asshole. She then let my balls
hang free and started to go to work on my dick. She simply opened her
mouth and looked at me with those eyes that you could just look into
forever. She wanted me to feed her my dick. There she was, kneeling
with her arms pulled back making her breasts with those pierced
nipples jut out and her head held straight by her collar. She was
looking up at me with little girl eyes and she had her tongue out to
accept my dick.

	I took hold of my member and pushed it into her mouth. That
was all it took... She immediately closed her lips around it and began
to suck. Her tongue was running right under the head of my dick, right
where it is most sensitive and she knew it. Her lips had a grip on me
that I don't think I could break even if I had wanted to and she was
hungrily sucking and makes soft cooing noises as she did so... I took
my hands and wrapped them into the hair on the sides of her head to
get a good grip. Her hair seemed to like being held for this kind of
use and it was soft and silky, a pleasure to hold between my fingers.

	I began to push my cock deeper with each stroke and she didn't
seem to mind in the least. In fact, the deeper I pushed, the harder
she sucked. her eyes were closed and her chin was stretched to the
limits while she was trying to please me as best she could... and was
she doing a bang up job... she must have felt the muscles in my cock
start to tighten because she slowed the pace and began to suck harder
than ever... on the down stroke her tongue would leave her mouth and
lick the underside of my balls.

	I was getting week-kneed and felt my cum start to slide up my
dick quickly. She was now moving her head in circles with my cock in
her mouth, her lips only going half way down my dick. She was
definitely good and I knew that she was only halfway down so that she
could taste the salty cum as it shot into her mouth. And shoot it
did... several large streams of cum exploded from the end of my tool
and filled her mouth. She swallowed and was ready for another shot,
which came soon after the first two. She sucked and sucked until there
was no more cum dripping from my penis. She pulled off of my cock and
extended her tongue to her chin to catch a small dribble of juice that
she had apparently lost. Her eyes closed as she did so as if she was
expecting a punishment for losing some.

	Seemingly as a gesture of devotion once my dick was limp, she
again opened her mouth and took both my balls and my limp cock into
her mouth. Her tongue was working around them cleaning the rest of the
loose fuck juice that had escaped, all the while moaning and
swallowing.

	Once she was done, she again nestled her head with her nose
under my balls and was rubbing her head on my leg... purring slightly.
She loved to suck dick and I was more than happy to oblige her. She
Looked at me like she wanted to ask me a question. I granted her
permission, telling her that the only time I wished her not to speak
was when I set that as a rule. She agreed, said a meek, "Yes, Master
de Sade," and then asked, "did that earn me a good grade master?"
while still licking her lips...

	"yes it did slave... indeed it did... " "i think the interview
is over now... there is no doubt of your devotion to me and your
obvious need to belong to someone... What is your name, slut?" I
asked, looking for her reaction to my newfound nick-name for her...
coyly she looked up at me as best she could with the collar on her and
said simply... "Mary sir, SLUT mary." With that she bowed her head and
was quiet.

	I told her that she would be staying with me now and to run
home and start to pack her things. She asked me if I could grant her
slut body one favor for the moment, and I asked what it was... She
asked ,"Since it is late, master, and since I am very tired, could I
possibly spend the night here, next to you, in your bed, for the first
and the last time until I take my lowly place at the foot of your bed
master?"... well I thought nothing wrong in that so I said yes to her
and began to remove the tape from around her neck... she let out a
sigh, as if something was wrong... "What is the matter, slut?"

	"Well sir de Sade... sir, I was hoping to spend the night next
to you while tied in this manner sir. Kind of to make me remember this
night for the remainder of my services here?"... It was unusual... but
I said yes to it because I really admired her for her devotion to the
submissive lifestyle and knew that she really had her heart set on it.
I told her to stand and reached out to grab her left nipple and use it
to lead her up the stairs to my room... she closed her eyes again in
erotic pain and started to walk the stairs to her destiny... with
me... for as long as I wanted her... I knew that I would soon be
removing her gold chains... but I would see how far she could go
before she needed it... planning on using it to extract some promises
from her.

	We reached my bedroom; I was tired and my newfound slave girl
was starting to get hot again from me leading her around by her
nipples, so I let go and told her we should get some sleep, it was
going to be a long next few days. We both had things to get ready and
we were definitely bushed. I led her to the edge of the bed and helped
her to get onto the mattress.

	Once on the bed she assumed a position that is very common for
well trained slaves that are allowed in their masters' or mistresses'
beds. Since her arms were tightly behind her back, she lay on her
stomach, her head turned away from my side of the bed and her legs
slightly spread, as to allow me easy access if I felt the need during
the night. She pulled her right knee up to her stomach and it gave me
a perfect rear view of her strapped up pussy... I would have fun with
her another time... for now just looking at her was enough... her hair
was laid out almost perfect over her back and she was already fast
asleep. A small trickle of love was running from her laced hole and
she was seemingly very excited. I got into bed along side her and fell
asleep.