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Love Slave

Love Slave    
       
     I walk through the party feeling the brush of women’s evening gowns. Their perfume scents my passage to the men’s room. A woman stops me with her hand pressed to my chest. “Sir, this is a formal party. You can’t go around with your necktie undone. Here, let me adjust your tie” she says. “Oh goodness. The light here is so poor and I can’t see what I’m doing. Please, follow me to a well lit room so I can properly straighten your tie.”    
     She is wearing turquoise lingerie covered in a gossamer dress. Her gown ripples as she moves across the floor. She is a walking seduction. Then she ushers me into another room. The room is bright white with a marble table in the middle. I am startled by three athletic women grabbing my shoulders. One woman tapes my mouth shut with duct tape. Four women lift me and place me on the stone slab.    
     I hear a woman giving orders. “Undress him. Bind him. Blindfold him. Prepare him for the market.”    
     I feel hands rip off my slacks and underclothes. Soon I am lying naked on the slab. The rock is cold against my skin. I squirm as the women pin my arms and legs. I tussle with the athletic women.    
     The tie adjuster woman parts her ruby lips. My heart feels fragile, like a tiny sparrow, while she dips to gently kiss me on the lips. The scent of her warm fragrant breath fills my lungs as she kisses me. I begin to rise from the marble slab, but she pins me with a finger pinch upon my glans. My legs flutter like butterfly wings.    
     With her right hand she clasps the trunk of my penis. Between her left index finger and thumb she nips its knob with her fingernails causing me to squirm. The prick of her nails brings me to a level of trust I have never experienced with a woman. My manhood, the very nexus of my sexuality, is in her hands. With one fingertip she subdues me by pressing into that gspot on the underside of my cock crest like pushing the control key on a keyboard. Her fascination with my endowment for the sexual arts is insatiable.        
     She runs her fingers feather soft through my pubic curls. Her fingers trace my testicles sending me into deep trance. Her eyes glow with deep affection for me. I feel overwhelmed by love for her.      
     Then I feel the strictures wound round my ankles and wrists. My buttocks are slick with sweat. They slide as I flex them against the slab.    
     Finally, exhausted, I succumb to my captors. I feel fingers probe my penis. The attention to my sex, though invasive, turns me on. My breathing grows rapid as I respond to the rub. It is a woman’s touch I know. That makes my bondage all the more arousing. The erotic heat of womanly love bestowed on my cock and balls is thrilling. I come in the throes of a submission so deep I never want to be free again.      
     The woman whispers in my ear, “We have a patroness interested in you. You would like to be a slave to a woman. I can tell by your response to me masturbating you. Now we’ll bathe you in freesia and scent you in myrrh.”    
     “I love you” I say. The wet cloth cleanses me in circles of purifying heat. I rise from the slab in naked liberation.    
     Soon my trance comes in the embrace of dope tentacles. I awaken in a room with the décor of a regency era hotel. I open the door and enter the empty lavatory. I unzip myself wielding my penis like a saber. I’m glad to be alone because of my embarrassing erection.      
     Suddenly a warm feminine hand grasps my cock from behind. Her clasp immobilizes me. Her other hand snares my balls in a cat’s cradle. I am motionless in the sexual heat of her touch. Then she pulls my pants down. She stands behind me, reaches around, and grasps my nuts in her fist. My bollocks feel firm and springy like deshelled quail eggs beneath her grip. “Ok, big boy. Just do as you’re told or I’ll squeeze those balls.”    
     She throws me down onto a bed. When my eyes adjust to the light I see a naked young woman crawling at my feet. She turns her derriere facing me. Her Pudenda are adorned with full red lips laced in a black forest of pubic hair. My mind reels from the mix of arousal and fear. Why am I here? What does this woman want from me?    
    A blonde woman sits next to me on the bed. Her legs are parted revealing bright pink labia, plump and inviting, laced in the golden fleece of her pubic hair. She looks at me. She reaches down and parts her nether lips with her fingers. She says, “These aren’t the gates to hell. They are the gates to heaven.”    
    It occurs to me with shocking awareness that I have been kidnapped. But I haven’t been this sexually active in years.      
     The woman on all fours lies down beside me on the bed. She consoles me. “Here, I’m going to mount you. Does that feel good? Now I’ll flex my pussy until you beg for release. God I’m a cat in heat. Here we go mister. In and out you go. I’ll pull off for a minute or two. My tease must hurt. I want you to need it so bad you go out of your mind. Here you go baby. This is the real thing. Take you in deep now.”      
     I exclaim, “Oh please don’t stop. Fuck me hard! I’m about to explode.” I feel her muscles ripple with feline power as she rides me. She moans like a cat in heat. Each pump of her hips sends tidal waves of wet heat around my hard flesh. I relinquish my seed into her hungry pussy. My orgasm tears through me in a tornado of white hot pleasure.      
     She dismounts me. “You’ll be hard for several hours from the Viagra and being charmed by dominant females. But we will relieve your pecker stress. Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you tonight. Let us devote our pussies to pleasing John, what do you say girls?”      
     The trio belts out a chorus of, “Aye! Aye!” They let me nap so my dick can rejuice. Then I feel another needle pierce me and my eyelids fall shut.    
      I awaken to my three captresses surrounding me on the bed. One straddles my face and I taste the sweet nectar of her heavenly fount. The other two lick my cock in unison till my balls implode and my male fire erupts in a volcano of heat. They lap my honey to consume the magic of my manhood. I float in a sea of pure female essence.      
     The blonde woman sits up combing her hair. “We are a feminist liberation army. We need your money to support our cause. We are selling you to the highest bidder.”    
     “What are you fighting for?”    
     “We want women to have the same rights men have. We want control over our bodies. We demand the right to abortion, birth control, and representation in the highest levels of government. We want the right to sell our bodies if we so choose. We’re sick and tired of Christians imposing their morals on us. Prostitution is a right.”    
     “How will putting me on the auction block get you these things?”    
     “We are an underground organization. We can’t      
raise funds openly. We need money from wealthy patrons.”    
     “So I am to be sold like a piece of art?”    
     “Lisa. Fuck him. Now. He needs it. Mount him.”    
     I huff and puff. The two girls grope and fondle my cock and balls. My erection stands firm. I am subdued by the kaleidoscope of sensations. Sabrina, the blonde girl, pops a Viagra pill into my mouth and pushes it down my throat. Sabrina says, “Sit on his face and suck him off Lisa. He needs to be kept in a constant state of arousal to keep him submissive.” I feel Lisa’s orchid pressed on my lips.      
Her sweet juice slickens my mouth and cheeks. Her lips ring my cock crest in a circle of fire.    
      Lisa slips her hands under my buttocks. She squeezes my buns with tenderness. When I am close to sowing my seeds she rams her finger into      
my anus. Like a dandelion blown in the wind my stars stream to be feasted on by her.    
     I awaken around midnight. Sabrina and Lisa kiss me one after another. Sabrina says, “The deal is done. You are to be provided to our partisan sister, a cherished patroness of our cause. We have to shackle you first. We’ll leave you in a neutral place.”      
     “I’m ready. Would you and Lisa make love to me one last time?”    
     “Of course. You have supported a worthy cause. Don’t feel bad. Lisa, sit on his face. I will take him in my pussy. Freedom and liberty!”    
     I adjust well to my new home and role in life. And then one night my mistress whispers a marriage proposal in my ear. I am starry eyed with delight. With gratitude, I accept her proposal though as her chattel her wish is my command. She sashays her derriere across the bedroom in a subliminal seduction. I open myself to ravishment by her ruby lips which form a baroque pout.        
     “Those lads in their salad days are too green; even fully dressed with all the sexy toppings.”    
     I say, “You like your salads undressed.”      
     “Witty wisp of a man, you are, how dare you      
counterpart me?”    
     “Give me an inch and I’ll rise to the occasion”         
     She replies, “We’ve never measured you. What is your height?”    
     “Do you mean standing?”    
     “Of course I mean erect!”    
     “Well, about the length of my hand.”    
     “No doubt, your big hand served you well in your prime” she says.    
     “Oh you’re tickling my funny bone” I say.    
     “You can’t take a joke without a wicked little repartee can you?”      
     “Am I that transparent?”    
     “It’s like when Shakespeare gets smutty. It may be hidden in a double entendres, but it’s obvious!  But you’re no Bard of Avon.”    
     “Only insofar as he had a dirty mind like me.”    
     My hands roam her bluesy shoulder deltas. Her husky moan makes my heart pound.
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