Tables turned... master Jim enslaved...

Unending BE - episode 30623

"Of course NOT!" the sexy redhead replied testily. "I have a dominant personality and I'm slave to no man..."

"You, on the other hand, are somewhat confused about your role and that explains why you are feeling pangs of guilt over enslaving these two women. Your lot in life is to be the abject sex slave of a beautiful woman, not her master. You are kind of cute, and I can see from what you've done in your laboratory that you are very intelligent. It just so happens that I've been looking for just the right man to be my submissive little sex toy, to do my bidding. That's why I lured you to the office with the cover story about the slave girl suits. How would you like to be my slaveboy?"

Jim didn't like where this conversation was going. He enjoyed the thought of having an obedient slave girl to serve him, but he was much too proud a man to be a woman's slave, no matter how sexy she was... and this redhead, he thought to himself, was VERY sexy. "Uhhh, thanks but no thanks for the offer. I prefer to wield the whip hand if you know what I mean," Jim replied.

The redhead smiled wide at Jim's reply. She expected him to react in this way and would have been dissappointed had he agreed to her proposition. She wanted to break him. "Well you see Jim," she began to explain, "YOUR preference doesn't really mean much to me. I'VE decided that you will be my slave, and you don't really have much choice in the matter. The perfume that I am wearing is a very special formula that works on men in much the same way the slave outfits work on women. It blends with the natural phermones in the female body, and after just a couple of whiffs, any man is rendered incapable of disobeying the commands of the woman who wears it. The effect is temporary, but the greater the exposure, the longer and more intense are the effects. Since we rode here together in the closed quarters of your automobile, I would estimate that you are bound to serve me for at least a week, whether you want to or not. I also have in my possession a slave collar that will make the effects permanent. Once fastened around your neck, the collar will become continuous and you will be my slave forever." The smile on the woman's ruby red lips grew wider as she withdrew a thick metal collar with a ring in the front, presumably for a leash, from her purse.

The firey redhead's smile took on a decidedly sadistic quality. She pointed to the floor at her feet. "Now SLAVE, get down on your knees and crawl across the floor to your Mistress' feet where you belong," she commanded in a stern and raspy voice. She placed her hand on her hip, cocked her head seductively, and beckoned him with her finger.

Jim's first reaction upon hearing all of this was disbelief and he was initially amused at the woman's story. But as she continued, and her smile became more humilating for him to bear, he began to grow angry. 'Who does this arrogant bitch think she is?' he thought to himself, 'I'll teach her a lesson she will never forget...'

But when the woman issued her first command, Jim was horrified to find himself obeying her! Against his will, he bowed his head submissively, knelt down before her and began to crawl towards her on all fours just as she had ordered. 'What in the hell is going on?!?' Jim thought to himself. 'NoNoNoNONO!' Jim paniced, but he was powerless to resist her. He was at her mercy and physically unable to disobey her even while his mind protested and shame filled his heart...

He reached her feet and he looked up into her cruel and demanding green eyes. She appeared to be at least 6 feet tall from this vantage point, on his knees at her feet. "Bow your head boy," she commanded, and once again Jim complied. He felt his face flush red with shame and degradation as he felt the cold metal collar snap around his neck and shrink until it was snug against his skin. He could FEEL it becoming a permanent part of him as the cold steel melded together, enslaving him.

"That does it. You are mine," she gloated over him. "Now look up at me, SLAVE." Jim complied, still struggling to make sense of all that had happened and the depths of the humilation that he was feeling. "My name is Julie, but you needn't worry with that, you will address me as Mistress. Now open your mouth in a nice wide submissive 'O' for me. I have a present for you. A kiss if you will," Mistress Julie giggled. She was obviously enjoying breaking Jim's pride.

Jim opened his mouth obediently and watched in shock as she let a long stream of spittle drop from her lips and onto his face... into his mouth." Jim had been unaware that such humiliation was possible.

Julie laughed haughtily. "Aren't you even going to thank me for my kiss slave?"

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Elroy

Sun Jul 11 15:02:24 1999

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