It was two in the morning when I got a call from my pimp, telling me to head to the old run-down diner across town and sit at a booth in the back. Though the diner was a dive, the tone of the voice sounded serious, so I wore a blue pencil skirt, white sleeveless blouse, and mid-range black heels.
I was drinking a cup of black coffee when a woman walked in and sat at my table. Page-boy hair cut, 130 pounds, small breasts, slightly overweight, brunette hair. She was wearing a black skin-tight mini dress with a gold belt and flat shoes. She carried a burgundy briefcase with her and sat it next to her.
“I’m sorry, I’m waiting on someone,” I said before she got comfortable.
She nodded and replied, “I’m Vicki, and you’re waiting for me.”
Shaking my head I answered, “No, I’m waiting for a man.”
Pouring herself a cup of coffee she said, “No, you’re waiting on me.”
After opening her briefcase, she put a folder on the table then looked at me. “You’ve been sold, whore. I’m your new owner.”
I sat stunned as she continued.
“I used to own your daughter, Stacy. I whored her, exposed her, and took her husband from her – then I moved her to the middle east where she’s a breeding whore. She couldn’t be happier. Unfortunately, it was only after I sold her that I realized how much I enjoyed owning a whore, so I contacted your former pimp and bought you. He keeps all the money plus six figures from me.
“What you need to know is that this is true sex slavery – no games. My company is based off the shore of Africa, so if you sign these papers – you’re a true sex slave. No say in your own life. Your other option is to go back to what you were before this began…but honestly, having had a taste of this life, do you really want to go back to that?”
“Why should I sign?”
“Because of what I’m going to turn you into,” she said while sipping her coffee. “Like I said, I used to own your daughter. She got into this life so that someone could make her become what she really wanted to be…a breeding whore, and nothing else. That is what she is, she has given birth a few times now. When they’re old enough, the boys become men and they’re breeding studs and when the girls become women, they’re breeding whores.”
I stayed silent and let her continue.
“It’s in the contract that I will never sell you. If you trust me and do as I say, I promise you’ll be happier than you are now. Your pussy will stay filled. You’ll keep fucking raw for quarters – I like that idea. Just like your daughter, you’re going to breed.”
Shaking my head I answered. “I’m too old for that. I’m in my forties.”
Smiling she said, “First, call me ‘Domina’. It’s the only word you’ll use to address me. Second, you can still get pregnant, it’s just harder. I have ways of making it happen. Trust me.”
“It’ll be too hard on my body, Domina.”
She nodded. “Yes, it will be, Charity. Know that I’m going to brainwash you into what you want to be. You’ll undergo sleep and food deprivation. All you’ll want is dick – and I’ll keep that pussy stuffed all day, every day…just like I did for your daughter.”
She sipped her coffee and continued. “There is no smoking, drinking or drug use – save fertility drugs. You’ll never be beaten. You’ll be fucked by professional bulls until you’re pregnant. I can get three, maybe four children from you.”
“And after that?” I asked starting to read the paperwork.
“Nothing much changes, really. You’ll keep getting cock, it’s just that you won’t get pregnant.”
“And my husband? This life isn’t just about me.”
She nodded. “Yes, I call him ‘Chastity’. He signed a similar contract to this one. You’ll never see him again. His job will be to wear dresses and suck cock at gloryholes in adult book stores. He’ll remain in chastity the rest of his life. He’ll probably never see the outside world again.”
Smiling she pointed to the contract and said, “Fill yourself with desire and see only illusion. Empty yourself of desire and you’ll find the truth of who you really are. The world around you will melt away to nothing. You’ll have the IQ of bean dip, but you’ll be happy. I promise. I’ve led women down this path before you and your daughter.”
I signed on the dotted lines throughout the paperwork and slid it back to her.
After putting them in her briefcase she said, “Good. Now take your clothes off.”
“Here? Now? There are people around us,” I said looking around and then back at her.
Sipping her coffee she replied, “Of course there are people here. That’s the point. You’re going to fuck where I say, when I say, and whom I say. Now take your clothes off. Just trust me.”
Looking around nervously, I slipped off my pencil skirt and put it on the bench in the booth. Keeping my eyes on her, I unbuttoned my blouse, laid it on the skirt, then took off my bra and dropped it on the blouse.
“No panties?” she asked with a sly grin?
I shook my head. “No, Domina. I’m a whore.”
She reached into her purse and pulled out a small, pink, tadpole-shaped device. “Here, put this all the way in your pussy and don’t take it out. It’s a vibrator that will give you a constant buzz.”
In order to follow her command, I had to stand up and spread my legs. I kept my eyes on her. She reached into her purse and suddenly my device began to vibrate. Really fast! It felt amazing! My whole body hummed. I grabbed onto the table out of reflex.
She smiled. “This device will make you much more pliable. Now, face me and finger yourself.”
She slid back in her booth and opened her legs, then slid two fingers into her pussy while keeping her eyes on me.
I faced her, raised my right leg until it was on the back of the booth with my legs open at a ninety-degree angle, and rubbed my clit with the fingers on my right hand.
My body convulsed quickly. Sharply. Violently. “Domina, I’m close to cumming.”
She snapped her fingers. “Keep your eyes on mine, Charity. Focus. Now cum.”
Shaking my head I answered, “Domina, I like to be denied.”
Smiling she replied, “I know and that’s over now. To take you where I need you to go – where you’re dying to go – cumming is essential. You’re going to cum, and cum, and cum until you’re totally exhausted.”
Looking deep into her eyes, I was hypnotized, almost. I found myself calmly taking a breath and nodding.
“You’re not leaving here until you’ve cum eight times. I don’t care how long it takes, Charity.”
From behind, I felt a cock entering my pussy. He wasn’t thick or long but he was hard. I inhaled a deep breath while keeping my eyes on Domina. A rough, large pair of hands were placed on my hips and began to move me back and forth.
At the same time, I felt a warm, soft, wet pair of lips envelope my clit and start sucking. I briefly looked down and was slapped gently across the face by Domina.
“This man’s name is Billy. Or Doug. Or Bobby. I’m not sure actually, but he is a professional bull. The woman sucking your clit is his wife and she gets off when her husband seeds other women. Don’t look at them, look at me. Keep your eyes on mine,” she explained using her off hand to rub her clit while she fingered herself.
With the device in me as well as this man’s dick and a woman sucking on my clit, I reached out with my hand to Domina. She stopped rubbing her clit and took my hand in hers. “I’ve got big plans for you, whore.”
“I can’t hold it, Domina! I’m going to cum!”
She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. “Charity, just let go.”
The man behind me must have not only felt my pussy gripping him tightly, but the device buzzing inside of me. The sensation of the head of his cock vibrating must have felt fantastic. He started to slam me faster, but still going hard and deep.
Looking into Domina’s eyes, I squeezed her hand tightly as I relaxed and let it go. I let it all go. The long marriage to a man that wasn’t fucking me, the sexual frustration, being what the world wanted me to be – all of it.
My hips bucked hard against him – hard and fast – my legs started to close out of instinct but he held them open at that ninety-degree angle while his wife used one of her hands to drag her nails along the inside of my left thigh.
This went beyond my previous orgasms. Looking into her eyes as she squeezed my hand, knowing that she had me, that I was okay and could trust her made all the difference. She tapped into something I had buried deep. Domina leaned forward again, and shoved her tongue down my throat. My body locked up, with every muscle flexing as hard as it could. Someone, I’m not sure whom, pinched my right nipple hard with their nails.
I felt another set of hands, big and rough, on my left thigh. Along with that, I heard a voice, “I want that pussy next.”
The man inside of me answered, “I’m almost done with her hole.”
Using my off hand, I grabbed onto Domina’s thigh and squeezed. I was breathing shallow and quickly as the orgasm took hold – I mean really took hold!
I was drawn deeper into her eyes. There was something about them. I just couldn’t look away. My body was moving away – then slamming into the man behind me. Domina pulled her face back and I found myself screaming as tears began to roll down my cheeks.
Smiling, she said in a whisper, “There it is, Charity. There’s the woman letting go of her old life and embracing this one. Cum on his cock like the whore you are and always have been.”
Without knowing where it came from I screamed, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Don’t stop! Ever! Please, get me pregnant!”
I actually felt his cock throbbing! He shoved one single time into me and held it deep as he emptied his balls. “Happy to oblige, whore.”
Domina kissed me softly as I started to come down from my orgasm. She smiled as she looked me in the eyes and said, “That’s one orgasm, you have seven left. You’re going to be so exhausted and covered in sweat we’re going to have to carry you out of here.”
Now on the verge of blacking out, I begged, “No, please…there’s more inside of me. Please take me deeper. Cleanse me. Please!”
Nodding and smiling she answered, “Very well, whore. You now need to cum eleven more times to make a dozen.”
Taking a deep breath and exhaling I whispered, “Thank you.”
She chuckled and said, “You’re welcome, now eat my pussy.”
I looked around and a crowd was gathering around us, mostly men as to be expected, but some women and they were getting just as naked as the men. They weren’t touching each other, though. They seemed to be focused on me alone.
I was smiling as Domina pulled my face between her thighs. I knew this was going to be much more fun than even the day before and I realized I’d made the right decision in signing my new contract.