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A fictional story

Blinking once more I stare more intensely at the screen. Several
months earlier I decided to bring myself into the modern times and join social media. But unlike my fellow friends and family, I wasn't interested in the vanilla sites that the rest of the world flock towards. No, I wanted something that I could explore my hidden kinky side, and I found just such a site online. So I joined and started learning how to navigate around the site. I made my share of mistakes and stepped on a few toes. But with practice, I got better at it. Before long I was joining my first groups and even joined into a few discussion. Then one day in one of the discussions I replied to this question in one of the groups. A female dominant discussion or femdom for short. Well, my response caught the eye of the Mistress that authored the question. That first question leads to a private message, then to exchanging emails, which lead to a chat forum. Finally landing me here staring at his phone reading a text message. "Would you like me, sub, to take you into consideration for my collar?" I knew that

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Mistress lead me into the garage by my reins and was mildly amused by me squirming around. “slave, are you having difficulties with your new outfit?” asked Mistress with mock concern. I shook my head back and forth in a NO motion to calm Ma’am concerns. The bit in my mouth gagged me from being able to say no. In the garage sat Mistress’s pride and joy and most favorite toy. It is her candy apple red convertible, with the roof already down. I am not sure of the model of the car, all I know is that it is compact and an import. The car has a spotless high polish black leather interior that Mistress gets me to buff for a couple of hours every week. With some difficulty from my bondage, Mistress gets me securely bucked in to my seat. “There you go pet, your all ready for a nice ride in country.” Miss commented as she swung the door closed and thus crushing any hair brain schemes I may have had of escape, to provoke Mistress. With a slam of the trunk, Mistress had her bags stored and she climbed in next to me on the driver side. The one thing you notice right away, due to the cars compact design the two passengers are very close to each other. Miss brings the car to life with a quick turn of the key. With a press of the gas pedal, Mistress and I were on our way, and in quick order Ma’am had us merging into traffic on the highway. I would love to say right now, that even though I was bound every which way to Sunday, I had a pleasant ride in the car with Miss on a warm sunny day. Mistress had other plans for her humble slave. Remember how I mention the car is a compact, well I now think Miss planned it that way.  After getting into the swing of being on the highway and setting the cruise control. Mistress turned her attention to the knobs in the car. First finding the right music on the radio, followed by twisting the top off her cold bottle of water, and ever so quick, her hand found the knob between my legs. There was not too much space in the car between us, which lead to Ma’am having free access to my balls. I don’t know if Mistress was being bother by distracted driving, but I sure was. Her hand snaked back and forth between my legs. One moment her hand will be caressing around gently sending sweet sensations to my brain, A heart beat later her long beautiful painted finger nails would dig into my nuts like an eagle’s talon piercing into a ground hog for lunch. I am here to say, that even with the cock cage locked in place. Ma’am was able to keep me frustrated and on the edge of an orgasm the whole trip. So, between the edging and the humiliation of Ma’am honking at every driver in a SUV or a truck and pointing at my nuts so that they knew I was on full display for there viewing pleasure. I received many hoots and horns beeping for my triple x show. Hearing the turn indicator and feeling the pull to the right while slowing was my sign that we were exiting the highway. My head is pushed back into the head rest, my eyes are closed, and A continuous moan escaping from my lips. My package throbbing like nobody’s business. Between Mistress’s hand and a vibrator, she had pulled out Ma’am kept me constantly stimulated. Miss turned right at the stop sign and we headed off towards farm country. “There, there my little slave.” Ma’am comforted me. “It won’t be much longer now. Before we arrive and I can take you for a trot to work out those leg muscles.” Said Mistress with a smile. It took us some ten more minutes before Ma’am turned off the road. My senses have return now that Ma’am has stopped her relentless assault on my balls. The first thing I notice are the long white three board fence following along the country road. The kind of fence that encompassed “South Fork Range” on the old TV show “Dallas”. A moment later the fence made sense, when I view a group of horses frolicking in the distance. Over top of the lane way entrance is a huge sign, with gold painted lettering welcoming guest to “Miss Penelope’s Bed and Stable............. 

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Mistress Nicki gently clips one clamp to one nipple and then the next. "how are we doing slave?" "I'm ok Ma'am," I answer calmly as I cringe from the punishing biting of the nipple clamps. Shivering from anticipation and the fact that I am naked and standing in a fetish club for all to see. Taking a quick moment, I take in my new surroundings. At first sight, the club appears like any other nightclub. To one side there is your typical bar with it beer taps and the liquor bottles displayed in the back. Of course, not far off there is a dance floor. The only difference here most the dancers are naked, and hand tied like me. Then you had your array of tables where you can see clothed people sitting. The naked slaves were either kneeling or standing next to the table. But just beyond that, I can see the play area. All kinds of kinky furniture that I expect I will be introduced to soon enough. Now I can see a woman tied to a cross, both her arms and legs were spread wide to give her owner full access to all her sensitive spots. In fact, I could see that her master has already put clamps on her nipples that would be tighter than the clamps that Mistress Nicki had put on me. Also by the look on her face, she has been teased and denied release for quite some time. The anguish on her face each time he pulled the vibrator away is getting me excited. Then again, I could soon be in that slave predicament too. The site of the cute blonde slave with his hand pulled high above his head forcing him up on his toes. Which is attached to his cute feet that his mistress has pulled apart with a polished black spreader bar. This lovely specimen also sported a bright pink ball gag which became apparent why when his mistress steps back into my view. In each hand, she banishes a shiny leather flogger. She wasted no time in guiding her tools to their intended spot across his back. Again, and again I heard the swoosh just before the sound of the slap as each strip of the flogger impacted with its target. I am spellbound as I watch the slave flinch every time the flogger kissed his skin, and I swear his cock would grow another inch with each punishing slap. If it wasn't for the cock cage the poor soul is locked in. I find myself rubbing my legs together as I watch his predicament. Nothing else seems to matter as I stood there staring. "Slave! Slave look at me when I speak to you." I hear as I turn my head back to focus on Mistress Nicki. I see that Mistress Nicki is now holding a tablet in 

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