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 “Hi, I’m Keri.”

       I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. Standing next to me was an exceptionally pretty girl who was at least twenty years my junior and clearly a Domme. Not the stern, battle-ax, in-your-face type that were dime a dozen but rather a proud, confident, self assured, I-don’t-need-to-prove-to-myself -that-I’m-superior-to-you-so-you’d-better-just-get-down-and-give-up type that I had been looking for all my life. She had me with that sentence.

       “I…”

       “I feel the same way.”

       “Huh?”

       “Ryan, you’ve been looking for someone like me, haven’t you?”

       “Yes,” I gulped.

       “Try that again, Ryan,” she said sternly.

       “Y…yes, Miss Keri,” I stammered, “I have.”

       “Tell me.”

       “What?”

       “Ryan, you’ve been coming to this club for six months waiting for someone like me and now you are going to be coy?”

       “How did you know my name and…that I’ve been coming here for six months?”

       “I’ve been watching you.”

       “But, I’ve never seen you before, Miss Keri.”

       “I’ve been watching you trying to make up my mind,” she said.

       “Oh.”

       “Tell me, Ryan.”

       “What, Miss Keri?”

       “I’m losing my patience, Ryan,” she snapped. “Tell me!”

       “I want…I want to be a slave, Miss,” I choked out.

       “A slave, Ryan? What does that mean to you?”

       “That I would do whatever my owner demanded of me no matter what.”

       “Even if it disgusted you?” she asked.

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “Even if you got no pleasure from it?”

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “Even if it was boring?”

       “Yes, Miss Keri.”

       “Even if it meant you were frustrated?”

       “Uh…”

       “Kept on the edge and teased?”

       I couldn’t speak. I nodded.

       “Does the thought excite you?’

       “Y…yesss, Miss.”

       “It might be fun, mightn’t it, Ryan?”

       “I think so, Miss Keri.”

       “So, would you like to be my slave for the next week to see how we both like it?’

       I wasn’t completely sure. It was a big step but it seemed like we wanted the same things. She smiled at me and stepped back.

       “Then again maybe you’re not quite ready,” she said.

       “Wait, I…”

       “You what, Ryan?”

       “I think I want to try, Miss.”

       “I need a commitment, Ryan.”

       “I don’t understand,” I said.

       “If you want to be my slave you have to ask.”

       “Oh, uh…Miss Keri, can I be your slave?”

       “Are you sure that’s what you want, Ryan?” she asked sweetly.

       “Yes, Miss Keri, I’m sure.”

       Her face flickered into a cold mask that caused me to stop breathing. I stepped back and thought about changing my mind.        

       “Follow me,” she demanded and walked away.

       I followed her into one of the private rooms. She locked the door and looked at me like I was a slab of beef. My uncertainty was forming a knot in the pit of my stomach.

       “Take off all of your clothes, Ryan, we need to get you prepared.”

       I stripped and she had me kneel in the center of the room. She locked my hands behind me, put me in a chastity belt and then left the room. I waited about five minutes until she returned with a camera and a good looking guy. She had him stand next to me and pull out his dick.

       “Put your mouth on it,” she ordered.

       “Miss Keri, please,” I pleaded, “I’m not gay and I…”

       “Put your mouth on it now, Ryan,” she said coldly, “or I’ll let him use you for the next hour anyway he wants.”

       I opened my mouth and put my lips around his dick. I was shamed and tears were flowing freely. She ignored my distress and snapped about twenty pictures from all angles.

       “Thank you, Hector,” she said to the guy when she had enough shots. He put his dick away and left.

       “You’re probably wondering why, aren’t you, Ryan?” she asked sweetly.

       “Yes, Miss.”

       “A little insurance, Ryan,” she laughed. “You are mine for the next week and I want to make sure that you don’t just decide to walk away from your commitment.”

       “What happens to the pictures, Miss?” I asked.

       “I’ll keep them safe.”

       “And you’ll give them to me at the end of the week, Miss?”

       “No, they’re mine.”

       “But…”

       “You are my slave now, Ryan,” she said. “I can do whatever I want with you. You have no rights. You exist to serve me and the sooner you learn that the easier this week will go for you. You probably have some rose colored idea of how this week is going to go but you are wrong. I expect instant and mindless obedience and if I don’t get it your life will be hell.”

       “But I thought…”

       “That I was going to play out all of the twisted fantasies rolling around in your little brain?”

       “Uh…”

       “That I was firm but basically sweet and we would play together to our mutual enjoyment?”

       “Well…”

       “I don’t give a shit about your needs or enjoyment,” she sneered. “I plan to use you to satisfy whatever sick desire strikes me and if you get some pleasure out of it then lucky you.”

       This wasn’t what I expected at all. She was treating me like I was nothing but a piece of meat, an animal that existed solely for her pleasure. It was what I had asked for but the reality was frightening. I hung my head and waited, then she released my hands and dropped an envelope in front of me.

       “Inside you will find keys to my house and instructions as to what I expect. I will be home at six. If you run I will use the pictures. After your life is destroyed I’ll have someone pick you up and castrate you for letting me down.”

       Then she was gone. I put my clothes on and picked up the envelope.

 ***

        Three hours later I had done most of the chores on the list she had given me. I was naked and on my hands and knees cleaning her bathroom when I heard her come in. I kept working and presently I felt her presence behind me.

       “You will stop whatever you are doing when I enter a room and kiss my feet.”

       I crawled to her and kissed her feet.

       “Pour me a glass of white wine and run me a bath,” she ordered.

       I crawled off to the kitchen to find her wine. She followed me there and then into the bathroom where I started the water running in the tub. When it was full she had me undress and bathe her.

       “I have a date tonight,” she said as I soaped her breasts. “Normally that would mean an easy night for you but I have a dear friend who heard that I have a new slave so she will be using you while I’m gone.”

       I looked at her. She couldn’t be serious. Lending me out? All I’d done so far were boring chores and… well, I guess bathing her wasn’t boring but she was already lending me out? She saw my consternation and smiled.

       “She can be quite sadistic and will probably bring her boyfriend to show off for,” she said. “I’d better not hear that she was disappointed. Trust me you don’t want to go there.”

       Her rules specifically said that I wasn’t allowed to speak to her but this was too much. I opened my mouth to protest and she backhanded me to the floor.

       “You weren’t going to object, were you, slave?” she asked.

       I was but I thought better of it. I shook my head.

       “I didn’t think so,” she said sarcastically. “Now help me get dressed for my date.”

 ***

        Just before she was ready to leave the house the doorbell rang.

       “Get it, slave,” Keri said.

       I looked at her and pleaded silently. I wasn’t prepared to be treated like this, to be exposed to strangers completely naked.

       “I don’t have time right now to whip your ass until it’s bleeding but I plan to when I get the chance. Now, get the door or I will think of something really degrading for you to do.”

       I opened the door trying to shield myself but the woman who was standing on the porch barged right through towing her date behind her. She was big and she looked mean. Her boyfriend had a beer gut that hung over his belt like a he had a sixteen-wheeler tire around his waist.

       “Hi, Keri,” the battleaxe said.

       “Hi, Sonia.”

       “Is this my entertainment for the night?” Sonia asked.

       “Yes, Sonia,” she laughed, “this is my new slave, Ryan.”

       “How experienced is he?” she asked.

       “A total wannabe with zero experience,” Keri said.

       Sonia swiveled her head to look at me and the frigid glaze of her eyes solidified my fear. I had agreed to be Keri’s slave for a week only six hours ago and already I realized that I had made a serious error. I knew only one thing at this point. I was going to have to put my head down and my mind in neutral and get through the next week of horror. Hopefully, after I was no longer under Keri’s thumb I would use this experience to remind myself anytime my penis tried to get the upper hand exactly how much reality varies from fantasy.

       “What can’t I do, Keri?” she asked.

       “No permanent damage,” she said shrugging her coat on.

       “Doesn’t he have any limits?” Sonia asked incredulously.

       “He probably does,” Keri said, “but he didn’t mention them.”

       I started to protest but Keri was way ahead of me again. She swung her stiletto into my crotch and I doubled up on the floor gasping for breath. Even though my dick was encased in a tube, my balls were exposed and they took the brunt of her blow. I wanted to scream but all that came out of my throat were gagging sounds.

       “Be good, Ryan,” Keri laughed as she turned and walked out of the door.

       Sonia looked down and nudged me with her toe, “Kneel in front of the couch, boy.”

       I crawled to the couch. I could hear Sonia fumbling with the DVD player and presently a movie started. She sat down to my right and patted the couch in front of me.

       “Sit right here, Frank,” she said sweetly and Spare Tire plopped himself down in front of my face.

       She reached over, unzipped his pants and fished out his dick. What with the pants and the huge roll of fat that now hung down whatever equipment he had was almost obscured. I could see a tiny one-eyed something peeking out at me which caused me to cringe and try to move back. Sonia thumped my head.

       “Frank likes to be sucked off while we watch porn,” Sonia said pleasantly. “The trouble is I never get to watch the movie.”

       I looked up into pitiless eyes. I knew what that meant. I lowered my head and sucked his cock into my mouth. How they ever had sex was beyond me because he barely filled my mouth when he got hard and she had a matching roll of blubber they had to compress for him to even get close to her snatch. When he finally erupted in my mouth Sonia dragged my head to her rank cunt for a worship session that lasted way too long for my taste.

       I was working on lard boy the second time when he said something to Sonia that I didn’t catch. She reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and put her lips next to my left ear.

       “Frank has to piss, slave,” she whispered. “Swallow as fast as you can. I will whip your balls until they are bleeding if you make a mess on Keri’s couch.”

       I tried to pull my head back but her grip on my hair wouldn’t let me. The acrid salty stream caused me to gag but the thought of her whipping my balls got my swallow reflex going. I sucked and gulped and swallowed for the next twenty seconds until he finally finished and Sonia let go of my hair.

       “No hurry up and finish him off,” Sonia purred, “because Sonia wants to teach you how you do that for a woman.”

 ***

        By the time Keri returned to the house, I had swallowed Frank’s slime three times and had lost count of how many times Sonia had gone. Both of them had consumed at least six beers and I had become an experienced urinal as a result.

       “Has he been having fun?” Keri asked as she came through the door.

       “I doubt that he has,” Sonia laughed, “but Frank and I have had one of the nicest evenings we’ve had in a long time.”

       “No trouble?” Keri asked sharply.

       “This one was born to be a slave,” Sonia said.

       “Really?”

       “Incredibly submissive, very little resistance,” Sonia said.

       “Did you whip him?”

       “We never got around to that,” Sonia chuckled. “He never gave us any reason and we were having such a nice time…”

       “What’d you do?”

       “Well…Frank likes a warm mouth on his dick while we watch porn and I…”

       “That’s it?” Keri asked incredulously.

       “Uh…not exactly.”

       “What else, Sonia?” Keri asked.

       “We hate stopping the movie to uh…go to the toilet so we…”

       “What?”

       “We trained him to be our little urinal,” Sonia said. “Was that okay?”

       “You trained him to be your toilet?” Keri asked in amazement.

       “Yes…uh…was that wrong?”

       “Christ no, Sonia,” Keri exclaimed. “That’s perfect! I was going to start on that tomorrow or the next day. You’ve just shown me that I can move faster with this little worm than I realized. Thanks.”

       Sonia blushed at that compliment and she and Frank got up to go. Keri walked them to the door while I remained on my knees by the couch.

       “So are you coming to my big party in two weeks?” Keri asked.

       “Of course, Keri,” Sonia gushed. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

       “Great,” Keri said. “My plan is to have this one in the bathroom in the human toilet frame. He will be the toilet for the whole party.”

       Sonia looked at me with that icy look again, “Something to look forward to, isn’t it?”

 ***

        After they left I tried to get Keri’s attention. I wanted permission to speak and one of her rules was I wasn’t allowed to initiate any conversation. I caught her eye several times and I’m sure she knew that I wanted to talk but she ignored me. Finally in desperation I decided that I was going to have to break the rule.

       “Miss Keri,” I said tentatively, “may I speak.”

       She whirled on me and snapped, “You already are, worm.”

       “But, Miss Keri, I need to straighten something out.”

       “You will be punished for speaking without permission,” she said. “So, now what is it?”

       “I…my term…I only agreed to one week,” I stammered.

       “So?”

       “So I won’t be here in two weeks for your party.”

       “Of course you will.”

       “I will?” I asked perplexedly.

       “You are going to beg me to extend your contract,” she said.

       I thought about that. Hardly any of the fantasy part of being some beautiful woman’s slave was present in this situation, certainly not enough for me to want to continue. The total inability to touch my dick alone was the deciding factor. I shook my head.

       “No, Miss, I don’t think so.”

       “It’ll be hard for you to beg me to extend your contract for a week the first time I chain you up in the basement and use the cane on your ass but eventually you will. By the third time I ask you for another week you will be blubbering and slobbering all over my feet begging me to let you stay before I even pick up the cane.”

       “But, Miss,” I said thoroughly frightened, “you promised that it was just for a week.”

       “I keep my promises, Ryan, I’ll never ask for more than a week.”