The Commodities Market by Patrick Richards
If you want to know what happens to a young, hot shot stock trader on Wall Street after stealing millions of dollars from the largest drug lord in all of Central America, sit back and read on. Adam Jensen had it all – money, a beautiful wife and the uncanny ability to launder money for a very wealthy and extremely evil man. But when he dealt with Rafael Rodriguez, he was dealing with Satan himself. And as they say, “If you dance with the devil you’re going to get burned”.
He gets far more than that. Adam mysteriously disappears while on a Caribbean cruise and finds himself deep in the jungles of Central America. He is physically conditioned by a sadistic Mistress and her two ruthless helpers. But that is just a prelude to what comes next.
Includes: CBT, modification, oral sex, anal sex, female domination, male submission.
In the morning we boarded the Amethyst Princess and settled into our suite ready for departure. As the giant craft left port, we stood out on our balcony and waved to the folks on shore.
“Come on, babe… let’s get started. I have something special for you,” Janine whispered in my ear.
I lingered on our private deck for a few moments more but as I turned I was completely taken by surprise. Janine was nearly naked, sexily clad in just a small black demi bra, tiny silk matching panties and a lacy garter belt that held up her silk hose.
My cock immediately stirred as my eyes focused on the yellow object that hung from her fingers. It wasn’t that her beautiful body and sexy lingerie didn’t excite me, but the strong nylon disposable handcuffs triggered a different kind of lust deep within me.
Immediately I stripped off my clothes and sank to my knees at her feet.
“Yes, Mistress… how can I serve you?”
She didn’t say a word as she walked around behind me running her fingers over my shoulder and down my back. Carefully Janine lifted my right hand and slid the plastic device up onto my wrist. I could hear the zipper-like clicks as the loop tightened. She guided my other hand into the remaining loop and soon had my hands securely cuffed behind my back.
“That will do for now, slave,” she whispered as she moved around in front of me. After twisting her fingers tightly in my hair and pulling my head up she continued, “You’ve got a job to do, so you’d better get busy.”
Janine pulled my face between her legs so my nose pressed against the smooth, thin fabric that covered her pussy. With another partial step forward I was pulled deeper between her thighs. My head was forced back as my lips touched the moist spot between her legs. Ever so gently I opened my mouth and sucked in the hot, passion juices that dampened her delicate panties.
A few minutes passed before she stepped back and slid her undies down over her hips. My eyes remained fixed on her dark, neatly trimmed bush. She slid her panties further down her legs and stepped out of them. I watched as they slipped daintily from her finger tips and landed on the floor beside me.
My attention returned to her magnificent body. My eyes focused on the tiny wisps of pubic hair that pointed directly to the waiting treasure. I knew what she wanted as she eased forward a tiny bit more. With my head tipped back she mounted my open mouth, letting our lips touch. I gasped with pleasure as she rubbed her hungry pussy up and down my face marking her territory with her lust juice. Soon she settled in and let my tongue do its thing.
I slowly slid my tongue along the incredibly moist slit between her thighs. They were slightly swollen with lust. The tip of my tongue slipped deeply into her love tunnel. In and out, in and out ever so gently, catching every drop of juice that slowly seeped from her body until I finally found her hidden spot. Her clit was full of blood, fully engorged by her sexual excitement. Like a boxer with a punching bag, my tongue worked the tiny bundle of nerve-filled flesh.
It didn’t take long. Her knees locked and her legs stiffened as quiet little squeals of pleasure escaped her lips. I felt the violent shudder when her powerful orgasm burst through her releasing the girl cum which flooded from her loins. I drank from her fountain, satisfied that I had pleased my Mistress.
A few moments passed and her heavy breathing calmed. I licked the remaining drops of nectar from her hidden lips and looked up at her as she stepped away. I had pleased her. I was happy.
She bent over and picked up her panties, pulling them over my head and leaving the wet, double fabric area directly on my nose. I breathed in deeply and inhaled the lustful essence that had permeated her dainty treasure. My eyes were partially covered by the black silk but I carefully watched her reach back and remove her bra. Her beautiful breasts pointed upward sitting proudly on her chest.
I love her tits. They are petite but perfectly pear shaped with firm, dark nipples, but they highlight her small, trim body. And they are real. They are just right.
She draped her bra around my neck and turned to her suitcase. Before long she was dressed in a tiny string bikini and was heading for the door.
“I’m going out to get some sun. You can stay there and think about how you’re going to satisfy me later. Come on, you’re slouching. Let’s go… kneel at attention slave. You know how you’re supposed to be. “
So with my shoulders back, chest out and just my knees and tips of my toes touching the carpet, I readied for my stay while she went out on the deck to relax.
While she was enjoying the warm Caribbean sun I thought about how I got into this strange situation. When Janine and I were dating and moved in together we had gone out for dinner and clubbing with a couple of our friends. We all went back to our apartment for some more drinks and before long everyone was getting pretty drunk. Janine’s friend, Stacy, suggested we play drinking Charades. She claimed it was far more fun with a buzz on.
After a while we tired of that game and moved on to Sexy Truth or Dare. When it was Stacy’s turn she asked me, “What is your most secret fantasy or desire?”
Well, having too much to drink sort of helped me tell everyone that I loved bondage and wanted to be the total slave of a sexy, attractive female. They all laughed about it and later as a dare I stripped naked and took the elevator down to the lobby and back up. No one believed I would run around with my cock and balls swinging in the breeze. I told them to go out on the balcony and watch. I went to the ground floor and right outside to wave to them. There were only a couple of people around and it didn’t bother me or them a bit.
Finally, Stacy and Phil staggered home and Janine and I went to bed. It was then that she asked me about my secret slave thing. I tried to say that I was just kidding, but she wouldn’t buy it in the least. She had obviously found something on the internet a while ago that I didn’t get properly erased.
I hemmed and hawed for a minute or so, being a little embarrassed to explain things any further. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She returned with the tie from one of her robes.
“Give me your hands.”
I held out my lightly fisted hands with my wrists touching and watched her tie them tightly together. I was surprised that she was so good at it.
“Where’d you learn to tie someone up like that?” I asked.
“My brothers and I would play little games when we were young. I’ve tied them up lots of times.”
“Were they ever naked?”
“Usually they were and Billy would get just as hard as you are right now. This obviously excites you a lot as well.”
“Does it excite you?”
“Maybe… you can determine that later.”
“So with all your worldly experience with bondage, what else did you do to them?”
“Lots of things, but right now we aren’t concerned with my brothers. I want you to get that tongue busy and give me the thrill of my life. Depending on how you do will determine if you get to have any pleasure of your own tonight other than being tied up.”
So I got down between her legs and pleasured her with my tongue through a multitude of earth-shaking orgasms. I think that with me tied up and all, her screams and moans were the best I’ve ever heard.
Finally, she pushed me away. She gave me a little kiss on the forehead and said good night.
“But what about me?” I asked.
“Maybe tomorrow night, slave. We’ll see.”
That was it? There was nothing more? I was left tied with a pulse-throbbing hard-on and an unsatisfied lust that raged wildly within me.
“But, honey… I’m so hot. I really need some relief.”
“Not tonight and maybe not tomorrow either. It depends. You wanted someone to control you, so that’s how it’s going to be from now on. Now go to sleep before you piss me off. Good night.”
“Good night, honey. I love you.”