I love reading stories on the internet, imagining about being in those situations but knowing that I was too timid to actually be in those situations. I was not unattractive and have had several partners but everything I’ve done thus far had somewhat bored me. I was twenty three years old with shoulder length light red hair, an athletic figure with not large breasts, but just the right size. I began to enjoy perusing the sex toy shops on the internet, looking at the items and imagining what they would be like to play with. At that moment, an idea struck me. I would buy a few of these things for real. A wave of adrenaline flew over me as I began my search. I saw many items that were very exciting, but some were too intimidating. People on the internet are far more hardcore than I had ever imagined. I came after several sites to a place called Sax Leather
I began to peruse the items and found my way to the gags. I had always wanted to feel what it was like to have a real gag in your mouth. So I chose a red rubber ball gag and added that to my cart. Moving along I came to collars. I saw one that said 'slave' in small letters on the front. How daring! I had to get one. Browsing further, I saw rope, Imagining the things that could be done with that I added several lengths to the cart. Getting hot from all this, I rubbed myself as I finished shopping. I entered my information and clicked confirm. A rush poured into me as I clicked the button, I couldn’t believe I just did that. I brought myself to a huge orgasm as I thought about the items.
Weeks pass and I was preparing for my business trip to Rome in the evening. My mind slipped away from packing to the package I was expecting. I dropped what I was doing and hopped into my car and went to the post office. I had to see if it arrived. Peering through that little window in the front of the box, I could see a small paper inside. I got all excited as I realized it was a parcel card. Snatching it up, I took it inside and got my package. I could barely keep my excitement under control. Scooping the package from the clerk, I drove home to inspect it. It was the only thing in my mind. Once I got home I tore it open. The feel of the leather of the gag was alien to my skin, yet I knew I had to leave for the airport in a little over an hour. A wave of excitement hit me as an idea popped into my head. I would take it all with me to Rome and check it all out there. Stuffing it all into my suitcase with my clothes, Gag, collar and rope, I set off to finish packing.
This would be some trip.
The trip passed much like every other, except for the fact that I was scared beyond words when passing through security at the airport. The thought of getting my items exposed in public like that mortified me, and also aroused me. They wouldn’t check my bags right? But no, no one ever did check my bags and I was allowed to enter Rome with my dignity. Stepping out of the airport, I hailed a cab which took me quickly to the hotel where I was staying. It was a stately hotel which was in a wealthy neighbourhood. I took my luggage out of the cab and went inside. A small clerk was waiting behind the counter as I approached the front desk. He rang a bell for a bellhop to come and help me with my luggage. I turned and looked as a large robust man walked out of the doorway. He had shoulder length wavy black hair and a strong face. Scooping up the key to her room and taking her luggage he led her to an elevator. As we stood inside, my eyes strayed upon him discreetly. As my eyes shifted downward I nearly screamed out loud. The zipper on my suitcase was open slightly and one could see a leather strap with the letters “SL” visible in silver on it.
The elevator reached the Tenth floor and we stepped out. My eyes watching him closely, judging whether he had seen it or not. He stopped at the door and unlocked it. We walked in and he set the suitcase at the foot of the bed and returned to the door. I was watching him closely when he held his hand out, I was slightly alarmed, but then realized that he only wanted a tip. I rummaged around in my pocket and pulled out the first bill that I found. I held out the Twenty dollar bill and for a fleeting second, our hands touched. Holding for a moment, I looked up at his face.
He pulled my hand close and whispered into my ear, "Come to the front door at Midnight, and bring it with you."
He retreated and walked out the door, closing it behind him. I stood there stricken, thoughts streaming out about what just happened. I looked down and saw that I was still holding the twenty dollar bill out. He saw the collar, He must have… Bring it with me? Terror rolled over me, then excitement. I rushed to the bathroom with my leather shower satchel and emptied the contents on the counter. I went back to my suitcase with the bag and put the gag, collar and rope into the satchel. I laid back on the bed, satchel beside me and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. When I woke It was already 11pm, but I felt like I had just slept for a week. I had never felt more alive.
The hour had struck and a choice had to be made, I could go down that elevator and into whatever this mysterious man had in store. I don’t even think there was a debate in my head. I scooped the satchel and headed down the elevator. Coming out of the elevator I saw that the area was mostly deserted, just the small clerk sitting behind the desk watching a TV that was hidden out of sight. I walked through the lobby and out the front doors. I saw that the area was deserted, but could hear the sounds of city life everywhere.
He came up silently behind me and whispered in my ear, "Come with me." I was led by the hand away from the hotel and down several back streets.
We came finally to a wrought iron gate which led to a rather large garden. He unlocked the gate and we passed through. In the back area of the garden, amidst a group of trees, I could see a small building, which he began to lead me to. A chill ran through me as I walked towards it, Still not completely sure if this was all real. His grip was firm as we walked hand in hand. When we came to the building, he took a large brass key and unlocked the heavy door to the small building. As the door opened, light beamed out with clouds of steam. I hesitated at the doorway, he looked back at me and said, "Come". I never thought about it again.
Once inside I saw that this was a bathhouse, in the old style with smooth intricate tiles covering the floor and walls. He gestured at a small locker in the corner, and I knew what he meant. I stood facing the locker, unbuttoning my blouse when the sound of water hissing on hot rocks was heard. I looked behind me and saw he was undressing, his rippling muscles revealed in the steamy air. I removed my blouse, shoes and socks, but then hesitated. I didn’t know how far I could take this. But then I felt him behind me, His hands wrapping around my stomach. I leaned my head back and I could smell him as he brushed his hands downward and unbuttoned my jeans. He put his hands flat on my stomach and pushed his fingers just into my panties. My breath fluttered. Closing my eyes, he pulled downward, bearing me naked from the waist down. I turned and faced him, putting my arms behind me, I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the ground.
He pointed to an area near a large pool of water and said "lay". I went over to the area and knelt down, still a small bit of hesitation inside me. He grabbed the satchel and came over to me, he opened it and looked inside. Looking at me again, he said, lay. I laid down on my back and he knelt down near my legs. I was breathing hard now, the excitement was getting to me. He pushed my legs towards me until my ankles were against my thighs and my knees were up above me. Wrapping many times around my thighs and shins, there must have been twenty wraps on each leg, he locked my legs in this position, making standing impossible at this point. He put a hand on my sex, rubbing over my clit with his thumb, my eyes closed at this new sensation.
Softly now, he lifted me slightly and turned me onto my stomach and straddled my now immobile legs. Pulling my arms behind me, he began wrapping around my wrists. Around and around, the ropes got tighter and tighter as they went towards my elbows. I could feel my whole body changing to adjust to this strain. As he got near my elbows, I could feel the extraordinary feeling of the skin of each elbow touching each other. My breath was now easily audible, even with the sound of steam in the room. He turned me back over and leaned to my face and we kissed deeply, lasting for what seemed an eternity.
He then pulled back and had in his hand the ball gag. He pushed it behind my teeth and buckled it in the back, pulling it tighter and tighter until I felt my lips stretch around it. Then looping the collar around my neck, he buckled that behind me as well. A testament to the power he had over me. “Slave” it said, verily this was now true, I had no power on what happened now.
Picking me up in his arms, he waded out into the pool of water, fear raced over me at the thought of drowning if he dropped me. He kissed my cheek as he pushed my back against one of the warm, moist tile walls. Holding me by my rope clad legs, he lowered me slowly onto his waiting appendage. I was completely powerless to stop this intrusion, Not even if I wanted to stop it. Lower I went until he was deep inside me and he started pounding into me, holding me in the air as if I were a mere object. Harder and harder he rocked into and out of me, my dreams had come true. I closed my eyes and revelled in the raw pleasure of the situation. I gripped his shaft with my sex and before I knew it I had exploded into the first of several orgasms.
My sex spasmed around his member, and I could feel his fingers sneak under me and finger my ass as he continued to pound into me. I ground against the smooth tile walls for a time that seemed like a lifetime, one which I dreamed would never end. He continued pushing until I felt him explode deep inside me, I orgasmed yet again just at this. He slumped into me, our bodies a mess of sweaty flesh just standing there against the wall. He kissed my face again, but as an object, I could not return the kiss. He sat down in the shallow end of the water, holding me against him and brushing the hair from my face. He looked at my tired face and said, sleep. I fell almost instantly into a heavy slumber nestled in his warm embrace.
I woke the next morning in my room, I looked around thinking maybe it was all a dream. I checked my things and all my clothes were here, folded neatly. Stepping out of bed I saw my leather satchel on the floor beside the bed with the gag and several lengths of rope inside In the same shape as when I bought them. Sighing, I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and I looked up and saw something that made me beam with delight. A leather collar with the word “Slave” Still wrapped around my neck. Though there was a small padlock at the back holding it in place. A thrill of fear hit me at not being able to take this off. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I didn’t care.
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