[Previous] [Next Results] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 40 of 314 Subject: THE LOTTERY 5/49 From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1997/03/20 Message-Id: <5gsc67$h90@sjx-ixn3.ix.netcom.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] THE LOTTERY PART 6 I made her lay down on the couch facing me. I took her upper ankle and tied a rope around it, drawing her legs apart. I tied the end of the rope to the back couch leg. Mei was now laying on her side, bound to the couch by one ankle, her leg draped on the couch back. Her skirt just barely left her decent. "Are you hurting, Mei? Should I undo the elbow ropes? Tell me the truth." "It hurts, master." She whispered, eyes still closed. "But the pain excites me. Don't untie the ropes. Please." "Open your mouth, slave girl." I said. Without opening her eyes she did so. I pushed the bright red rubber ball between her teeth. Lifting her head I slipped the strap underneath then buckled it tightly, making it impossible for her to expel the gag. She opened her eyes and watched as I drew a chair and the phone over to her couch. "This phone handles an earplug jack for an external speaker." I said to the bound oriental girl. "So I'm going to put this earphone in your ear so you can hear the other end of the conversation." "I'm going to call some of the other girls now. And while I'm talking to them I'm going to be fondling you at the same time. That's why I gagged you, I didn't want them to hear your moans." I retrieved the files for the girls I hadn't called yet. "Does the thought of what's going to happen excite you?" Mei nodded, emphatically. I stroked her leg. She put her head back and closed her eyes. "We're going to call the Philipino candidate first. Her name is Melinda Orli and she's a secretary in Fort Lauderdale." I dialed the phone. "Hello?" A soft voice answered the phone. "Melinda Orli please." "This is she." "Melinda, this is Paul Reiner." "Hello, Paul." Melinda said. She recognized my voice, all right. "I'm just calling to congratulate you. I've decided to accept you as my slave girl, if you're still interested." "Yes, I am." Melinda said. "Did I really make it?" "You sure did. Do you understand what exactly I'm offering?" "Yes." "Then in your own words, tell me please." "I don't think I can." Melinda paused. "I'm very shy and it's hard." "Please try. I have to make sure you really know what you're getting into." "You want me as a sex slave." Melinda said quickly, blurting it out. I ran my hand under Mei's skirt. She sighed silently, body flexing. I stopped before my hand touched fabric. "Do you understand what that means?" I asked. "Yes." "I just want to make sure, Melinda. I don't want to have you come here if it will make you unhappy. Let me explain. Half of each day you'll be a helpless slave, subject to being physically restrained and subjected to any kind of sexual act. If I want to make you suck my cock, I can. If I want to whip you I can. Or fuck you up the ass. I'm sorry if I'm embarrassing you, but you have to be sure." "I understand. You can do whatever you want to me. I want that." "There will be other girls in the harem besides yourself." I warned her. "You'll be forced to make love to them from time to time. Does that upset you?" "No. Mr Reiner, I really do understand. I want to be your slave more than anything." "You may call me Paul." I said. "Or, master, if you prefer." "Yes, master." Melinda said quickly. "I'm very proud of you, Melinda." I said softly. "I'm proud to have you as a slave girl. When can you join us?" "I'll have to give my boss two weeks notice." Melinda said. "And I'll have to pack up everything." "If you call me when you're ready I'll have a truck pick up everything. You're close enough to drive if you'd like, or you can sell your car and I'll send you a plane ticket." "I'll drive." Melinda said after a moment. "Fine. I'll send you a map how to get here. Goodbye for now, Melinda." "Goodbye, master." There was a click as Melinda hung up. "Are you ok?" I asked Mei. She nodded. I examined her hands anxiously, looking for signs of failed circulation. Satisfied there were none I signed off on Melinda and picked up the next folder. "This is Teresa Guzman. She's a marketing rep for McGraw-Hill and lives in Chicago." I dialed and watched Mei as the phone rang. It rang five times before it was answered. "Hello?" A woman's voice answered. "Teresa Guzman, please." "Just a minute." The woman at the other end muffled the phone but we could both hear her yell Teresa! at the top of her voice. Quite gently I cupped Mei's cheek and smiled at her. Her lips drew back from the ball and she nodded. "Hi, this is Teresa." I recognized the voice from her tape. I took her picture and put it in front of Mei. "Teresa, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?" "Uh, wait a second." Teresa muffled the phone. It was considerably more than a second before she came back. "I had to tell my roommate to scram." She said. "Now I'm alone." "Teresa, I'm calling to congratulate you. If you're still interested, I'd like you to come live with me as my sex slave." "Oh, man! Yes, I'm very interested. I can't believe I won!" "Won?" I teased. "After you've lived here a while you might use another word." "Oh, this is terrific!" "Teresa, I just want to make sure you understand what you're getting into. Half of each day you'll be vulnerable to any kinky idea I come up with. I might loan you to friends, tie you down and spank you, give you a huge enema then fuck you, or even make you fuck a dog. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Then how soon can you join us?" "As soon as I can quit my job and sell my car." She said instantly. "I'll pay for your relocation, of course. Give me a call when you're ready to leave and I'll arrange for your flight. I'll also make sure your stuff is shipped and arrives no later than two days after you do. Is that ok with you?" "It's perfect." Teresa agreed. "Then I'll be waiting for your call." I gave her my number. "Good-bye, slave girl." "Good-bye, master." Teresa said, then hung up. I checked Mei's arms again. Her fingers were still warm and supple, which meant the tight bindings weren't causing her any problems. "Now for Tara O'Keefe." She's a customer service representative in New York City. I traded Tara's photo for Teresa's. I leaned down and kissed her ear. Mei giggled behind her gag. I punched the buttons lazily. "Hello?" "Tara O'Keefe please." "This is Tara." "Tara, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?" "Just a moment." I waited, stroking Mei's hair. Mei pushed her head against my hand like a cat. I smiled down at her. Suddenly the red light on the phone began to flash. I sat bolt upright, staring. After my conversation with Mr Jahrain my paranoia was rudely awakened. And it was pissed. Tara's phone was being tapped. And it wasn't a passive tap, she'd deliberately signaled someone. FBI? Tara an agent? Hmm. Then I grinned savagely. Isn't that the FBI's favorite technique? Plant an agent? This could be entertaining. Mei watched me alertly, knowing something was afoot. Silently I turned the phone so she could see the flashing light. Her eyes widened, and she nodded. "Hello?" Tara asked. The light continued to flash. I decided to play it straight. No need giving away an advantage. "Hello." I said. "I just wanted to call and let you know that I've decided to accept your application." "Application?" "You do remember the ad you answered, don't you?" "Oh, yes. You mean I made it?" Tara seemed tense, but not excited like the other girls. "Are you still interested?" I probed, knowing if she was an agent she had to walk a fine line between entrapment and scaring me off. I decided to push a little harder. "Yes, I'm still interested." She said. "You do know exactly what you're getting into, don't you?" I asked, grinning. "Yes." "Then, in your own words, tell me." "I'm to be a sex slave." Tara said reluctantly. Bingo. I thought, raising my fist in victory. "And you do realize what your duties will be? At least during half the day?" "Yes." "Then tell me." "I can be raped at any time. If I resist you can force me and I'll be helpless to stop you. You can do whatever you want to me." "And you agree that this is what you want?" I asked. "You have no hesitation about this? Are you absolutely positive that you really like the idea?" "Yes." She said tersely. "Forgive me, Tara but you don't seem very eager. If you have any doubts or reservations now is the time to tell me. If you aren't totally committed to this I think it would be a mistake for you to come." "I want to come." She protested. "I'm just scared, that's all." "I guarantee your safety." I said. "Under no circumstances will you be injured, or bruised, or cut, or burned or in any way endangered. From 6 A.M. to 6 P.M. you'll be free to leave or do anything your heart desires." "But from 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. you will totally surrender yourself to me. Whatever I want you must do. Instantly, totally, and without holding back. During your periods as a sex slave the word 'no' will disappear from your vocabulary. You won't be injured, but that is your only guarantee." "Do you understand what I'm offering?" "Yes." "Is that what you want?" "Yes." "You willingly agree to surrender control of your body to me for half of each day?" "Yes." "There will be physical restraint during sex." I warned her. "I might tie you down and let a football team have at you. Or make you endure a hundred swats from a school paddle. Or make you seduce another woman. I might push my fist all the way up your cunt." "I might do anything at all to you. And for half of each day you'll be totally vulnerable. Is this what you want? Are you unequivocally, totally certain you will enjoy life as a sex slave? Because for twelve hours at a stretch you'll have only the right not to be harmed. It's best if you're sure." "I'm sure." "Then say it." "I am sure I want to become your sex slave. I understand what is involved, and am willing to give up my freedom for half of each day." "And that you can be forced to perform any sex act, no matter how bizarre, no matter what you might think about it?" "I understand." "Then how soon can you join us?" "I'll need at least two weeks." Tara said, considering. "Oh, there's one other small detail." I said casually. "Yes?" "Did you know every word you've just said has been heard by a witness?" "What?" "I have a girl here listening to our conversation. She can testify that you agreed to become my sex slave of your own free will, and that I fully explained what will be expected of you." "I see." Tara said slowly. "Are you still interested?" "Yes." She said with a sigh. "You're sure?" "I'm sure! I'm sure!" Tara said, exasperated. "Jesus, how often do I have to say it?" "I'm just protecting myself, Tara. And you." "I'm sorry." She apologized. "I guess I'm a little on edge." "Give me a call when you're ready and I'll arrange to have you and your things flown down here. Until then, good-bye slave girl. Pleasant dreams." "Pleasant dreams to you too." She echoed. I hung up. The light went out. I ungagged Mei. She winced as she closed her mouth, jaw muscles complaining at the unaccustomed abuse. "Dollars to donuts Tara is a cop, or in the employ of cops of some flavor or other." I said to Mei. "What was all that about? Why did you tell her there was a witness?" Mei asked. "You kept asking if she understood what she was in for." "Because I'm going to let her come. She's invalidated her case. I made it quite plain that I could force her to have sex, and she agreed that that was what she wanted. Any move on her part now is entrapment." "Clever." Mei admitted. "But why let her come at all? Why not pick somebody else?" "Because I want her." I said firmly. "Besides, how many other masters have a real live secret agent for a slave girl?" "You have a cruel streak, master." Mei said fondly. "And you're enjoying every minute of it. How are your arms? Should I free your elbows or can you stand it a little longer? There are only two more girls to call, and then I'll take you upstairs." I brushed my hand over her front. She smiled. "I'm enjoying myself. I've never been gagged before. Or tied up. It's exciting." "I think we'll make it a little more exciting for you." I took another rope and tied it tightly around her waist, forming a belt. The last rope was formed into a slip knot around her wrist cinch. Then I passed the rope between her wide spread legs and threaded the ends through the front of her belt. She gasped as I drew the rope tight, letting it settle firmly into her crotch. I tied it tightly, making sure it wouldn't come loose. The rope pulled her arms tight against her back, any attempt to pull them dug the doubled rope into her pussy, covered only by thin panties. "Now, Mei you can amuse yourself while I'm busy on the phone. You've accused me of being cruel, and here's where I'm going to prove you right. I want you to tug on your rope. You can arouse yourself all you want, but you can't come. If you have an orgasm I'll punish you. Do you understand?" "Yes, master." Mei lowered her eyes demurely. "And don't think I won't know if you come. Would you like the gag back?" "Yes, please." She said. She opened her mouth willingly for the ball. I strapped it tightly in place then picked up the phone. It answered on the third ring. "Hello?" "Angela Carson please." I said. "Speaking." "Angela, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely." "Oh! Yes, of course. Hi! I'm so happy you called!" "I just wanted to congratulate you, Angela." "Congratulate me?" Her voice rose two octaves. "Yes. Welcome home, slave girl." "All right!" She whooped. Mei winced in pain. Angela was laughing so much she couldn't talk. I let her calm down a little. "I'm glad you're excited." I finally said. "Oh, I'm sorry, but this is so wonderful!" Angela's voice actually squeaked. I exchanged a look of amusement with Mei. "I never thought you'd pick me, I mean I hoped of course, but-" "Angela!" I barked. She shut off instantly. "I'm sorry, but it sounded like you were getting hysterical." I said in a much warmer voice. "I know exactly how you feel, believe me." "You do?" Angela asked, perplexed. "Somebody just handed you the world, and you can't wait to explore. You feel like you're about to explode. How'm I doing so far?" "Right on the money." Angela admitted. "Let me tell you a secret, honey. The world's not going anyplace. It'll still be there-if you really want it after all." "What do you mean?" "I just want to make sure you understand what I'm offering. Then, if you still want in I'll get your room ready. Ok?" "Ok." She echoed. "But I'm sure I understand." "Please, humor me. I don't want to shatter your dreams, my lady. I don't want to hurt you in any way. So I want to make sure this is what you really want. Now, you understand exactly what a sex slave is?" "Yes. It means I have to do anything you tell me." She answered promptly. "And if you didn't like what I tell you?" "I'd have to do it anyway." "Even if you hated it." I said somberly. "Let me give you some examples. Suppose I made you play with yourself-in front of several other girls. What would you do?" "I'd-try." She said softly. "I'd do my best." "Or suppose I want to strap you to a table and use body wax to remove your pubic hair?" "Sounds ok to me." "Or made you suck my cock and swallow my come? Angela, there are many exciting things that can happen to you here. There are others that will scare you to death, or make you want to curl up and die of shame. You'll never be injured or in any danger. But I will make you do things you'll loathe. And you'll have to do them. You'll enjoy a lot, but there'll be some things that will want to make you throw up. Fair warning." "I can see you're going out of your way to be fair, Paul. I appreciate it, I really do. But I want to do this. Oh, I know everything can't be perfect. I understand there'll be things that shock me, but I'm willing to learn." "Then how soon can you join us?" "Us?" "There are eleven other girls besides yourself. Does that bother you?" "It surprizes me." Angela said slowly. "I didn't know there would be others." "One of the things you'll be expected to do is make love to one or more of them if I command it." I said. "Ulp." She said. "I don't know if I could do that." "If you didn't I would punish you. And then chain you to the bed and let the other girls gang rape you. I might even join in. Can you see now why I'm making sure you understand what you're getting into?" "Yes. What happens if I decide I don't like it? Can I leave?" "From 6 in the morning till 6 in the evening you're as free as a bird. I'll even help you relocate. But from 6 in the evening till 6 in the morning you're a total slave, who's only right is not to be injured. During that time I decide what you do. You could literally be raped, and have no legal recourse. Of course you could leave the next day." "Wow." She said. "That's really heavy. Can I have some time to think it over?" "Yes." I said firmly. "Take all the time you want. If you decide to come, great! If you decide not to come, well, then you probably wouldn't have been happy here after all." "Give me a call when you decide." I gave her my number. "I will. Good-bye, Paul." "Good-bye, Angela." I hung up. "One more." I said, grinning at Mei. She nodded languidly. "You aren't tugging your rope, Mei." I said. Dutifully she began to do so, carefully and slowly. "You're turned on!" I said, in sudden understanding. "So turned on you're about ready to come!" She nodded. I grinned and reached for the rope. Desperately she squirmed away. The motion must have been too much for her because she moaned, her eyes widening. Suddenly she was jerking the rope as fast as she could, rocking helplessly in the throws of orgasm. My cock hardened instantly as I listened to her muffled groans. It didn't last long, but when it was over Mei slumped, exhausted. "You had an orgasm." I said. Tiredly she nodded her head once. "You disobeyed me." Mei stiffened suddenly. "Now you're going to be punished, little girl. You must be taught obedience." She stared at me, wide eyed. I turned back to the phone. "Hello?" "Heather Combs please." "This is Heather." "Heather, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?" "Yes. What can I do for you, Mr Reiner?" Her voice was friendly and neutral, as though she didn't recognize me. "You answered an ad I placed some time ago." I said. "And then returned a tape?" "Oh my god! Yes I did! Oh I'm so sorry I-it's been a long day. I didn't make the connection-please forgive me." "That's ok-I know the feeling." I grinned at Mei. She was still watching me uncertainly. I grinned wider, reached down and tugged on her crotch rope. She arched her back. I motioned for her to continue. Reluctantly she did so. "Listen, the reason I'm calling is to congratulate you. I've decided to accept your application, that is, if you're still interested?" "Oh-yes, of course." She cleared her throat nervously. "You sound a little frightened." I said. "I promise I don't bite-hard." She laughed uneasily. I waited, but she didn't say anything. "Hello?" "Yes, I'm still here." She answered. "I'm making a mess of things, aren't I?" "Not at all." I said. "Just relax. I'd probably be stuttering if I was in your place." "Thank god I'm spared that." "Heather, I want to ask you a very personal question, ok?" "All right." "Do you think you'll be happy as a sex slave?" I asked. "I don't know." She said after a moment. "The idea excites me, but I don't know if the reality would. I mean, it's crazy! Why should a woman voluntarily give herself like that? I mean, you might make me do anything. And I'd have to do it." "Does that excite you?" "Yes." She let her breath out in a whoosh. "I want you to be my slave, Heather. But there are some things you must understand. First, during the day you'll be free to do whatever you like. You can leave, and there'll be no hard feelings, no attempts to stop you. If you need it, I'll even help you relocate." "During the night, however, you'll be my utter and complete slave. You'll do what you're told, quickly, cheerfully, and to the best of your ability. If you displease me, or disobey I will punish you." "For instance, I might strap you to an examination table and forcibly give you an enema. Or make you go to an orgy. Or be the star attraction of a gang bang." "In other words, I'll own your body. You'll have no control over how I use it. The only guarantee is that you'll never be injured or put in danger. Do you understand?" "Yes." She seemed calmer now, and interested. I decided to take a chance. "You'll be part of a harem of a dozen girls. Does that make you uncomfortable?" "No." She said. "I've always wondered what it would be like. Do we get to wear those filmy little costumes like belly dancers wear?" "That's a thought." I said, nodding. "But what makes you think you'll be wearing anything at all?" "Uh-" "Just kidding." I said. "But there's something I'm not kidding about. If you come here you'll spend every night as a slave girl. Sometimes you'll be tied up, others you'll spend locked in your room. I may make love to you, or have another girl do it. I might loan you to friends. Does any of this make you want to change your mind?" "I don't think so." She said slowly. "Then let me give you a test." Reaching down I ungagged Mei with one hand. "Are you willing, Heather?" "I guess so." She sounded doubtful. "Good. This is to judge how you react to the unexpected and the shocking. It's important you be able to deal with it, because it will happen to you a lot." "I understand." "While I've been talking to you I've also been watching a new slave girl. Her name is Mei." "You're kidding." Heather said. "No." I said solemnly. "Mei is here, right now, listening to us. Say hello to Heather, Mei." I held the phone to her head. "Hello, Heather." Mei said softly, still tugging on her rope. "I'm glad you're going to be joining us." "Oh my god." Heather whispered. "You weren't kidding, were you? There really is another girl there, isn't there?" "Yes. She'd speak with you longer, but she's a bit tied up at the moment." "You mean, like, really tied up? With rope?" Heather asked in morbid curiosity. "Silk rope, actually. She's Chinese, after all. Why does that surprize you? After all, you'll spend a lot of your time restrained one way or another." "I knew that. It just hadn't sunk in, that's all. Um, she's ok isn't she?" "I am fine, Heather." Mei called. "And noisy." I commented. "Hang on a minute, will you, Heather? I need to replace her gag. Be right back." Mei stuck her tongue out at me then accepted the ball. She exhaled noisily through her nose. "Hello? I'm back." "Did you really gag her?" Heather asked. Her interest was obvious. "Yes. Would you like me to describe her bondage to you?" "If you want." Her words belied her eagerness. I described Mei's bondage, slowly, lovingly, and in great detail. Intimate detail. Mei blushed as I described what she was doing with the rope between her legs. "Now here's your test, Heather. Mei disobeyed me when she had a climax without permission. For that she's going to be punished. Since it's her first offense I'm going to be lenient." "What are you going to do?" Heather's tone seemed undecided between horror and fascination. "I'm going to humble her by telling you exactly what I'm going to do to her tonight. Your reaction to it should let us both know if you'll be happy as a sex slave. Are you ready?" Mei watched me steadily, her arms tensing and relaxing as she aroused herself. "I think so." Heather said. "First, she's going to star in a bondage movie. You know, the kind where the girl rolls around and tries to get free. Of course, the way she's tied will make that very enjoyable for her." "After I'm tired of that, I'll spread-eagle her on her back and lick her pussy till she comes. Then I'll take her virginity-did I tell you she's still a teenager?" "No. Isn't that illegal?" "Well, she's nineteen." I admitted. "But there are some eighteen year olds, too. Anyway, after I've come inside her I'm going to make her taste her virgin's blood on my cock and suck me till I'm hard again. Then I'm going to turn her over, grease up my cock, and fuck her up the ass until I come again." Mei was wide eyed now. She nodded enthusiastically. Then she groaned and shuddered again. "What was that?" Heather asked anxiously. "She just had another orgasm. I guess she approves of what's going to happen to her. What do you think of my plans?" "I think they sound wonderful. I wish I was in her place." "You pass." I said. "How soon can you join us?" "Whoa! Let me see. Um, I'll have to give two weeks notice. And I'll have to sell my car, and let my landlord know, and-you know I never thought about this. It's going to take a lot of thought." "I tell you what. I've got a horny virgin slave girl here just dying to be fucked up the ass. Why don't you call me back when you're ready? I'll arrange to fly you down here and your stuff too." I gave her my number. "God, I wish it were me!" Heather said. "Ok, I'll give you a call." "Don't worry." I laughed. "Soon it will be. Good-bye, slave girl. Think about what's happening to Mei tonight. Pretend it's you." "I will-master. Good-bye." Heather hung up. I turned to Mei and rubbed my hands briskly. "Now, for you, my pretty." I leered evilly. Mei stared at me, wide eyed. Her second orgasm had left her weak as a newborn kitten. end of part 6 [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Previous] [Next Results] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Home Power Search Post to Usenet Ask DN Wizard Help Why use DN? | Advertising Info | Press Releases | Jobs | Policy Stuff Copyright © 1995-97 Deja News, Inc. All rights reserved.