MULTITUDES OF BLACK AND BLUE [BDSM]

These events took place in Atlanta in 1993/94 when I was 23 years old blonde traveling executive assistant

An hour off the plane and barely checked into my hotel, I found the meeting in an underground Atlanta nightlife newspaper, advertising BDSM support group/live play. I had a long day, hours in airports and flights, and several Jack and Cokes to take the edge off. Trouble is, whiskey made me very horny and far too brave.

I arrived a few minutes late through the back door of a two story flat. As I entered, everyone's eyes in the room shot to me. "What is your name?" demanded the host, and I mumbled my answer. He grabbed my hair and dragged me in front of the small group of attendees. Into my ear he breathed "Again, lovely, what is your name?" Stunned by the game I found myself a part of, more clearly I said "Katie" He asked why I was there while his hand twisted through my hair, his breath on my throat while my heart pounded. I fumbled for words.

"Speak up child", he instructed. My cheeks weren't the only thing throbbing as I felt my labia respond and begin to moisten.

I looked into his eyes, my cheeks flushed, and mustered all my strength. "I want... I need--" I dropped my eyes and faltered, searching the room.

"What is it you desire?" His tone dangerous, mocking... Looking around for help I saw four men and two women, one of the women in a skimpy string bikini and sitting on the floor beside her partner's chair with her eyes cast down. A few were mildly interested in the proceedings, and one of the men who appeared to be alone watched me with wolf eyes.

Naively I said "To play, to submit, to give over my will to another for an unimaginable ride."

He leaned in and forced me to my knees facing him, and sighed. "Be careful what you wish for, young one." He stepped over to the cabinet and pulled out a rubber collar. "Is this what you want?" holding the terrifying object in front of me. One of his hands stroked my cheek. My head swimming, things moving much faster than I anticipated, I whispered a barely audible "yes". In a flash the collar was fastened around my neck. I moaned... it wasn't supposed to happen like this, it was a meeting, I would simply attend and feel things out. "Will you relinquish your control and ownership of yourself and all you are and own to me?" he asked as he wrapped his hand in my hair and turned my head for our eyes to meet. "Yes... I want that...so very much" I heard my own voice utter, struggling past the lump in my throat. My nipples and pussy were throbbing, all the nerves in my body were screaming YES as he stared into my eyes and hardened his gaze. I was young and invincible, pretty hot at the time with a good body and believed the best in everyone. "You will call me Sir or Master, do you understand? You will do anything I ask, and belong to me now." I heard the snap of the leash, and the another clink. It was a lock. this was more than my mind could handle, I started to float away to that place where I want to touch myself. A sharp yank to my collar made me realize I was doing just that. "Not now, child, I have other plans for you" grunted the host... this man who now held me collared. I felt his hands on my breasts, groping them. He was tugging my collar down as he climbed on top of me, shredding my dress and cutting off my panties. He rolled a nipple around his thumb and forefinger and I felt an almost orgasmic shock to my clit. "Unnggh" I moaned, rolling around under him on the floor thrusting my hips and wanting more. He stood up abruptly and turned away from me, addressing the group. "She will be downstairs in room 3. As always we remind you that if you damage or kill a slave it will be taken out of your deposit, and ask that you take great care with the slaves to leave no permanent scarring. Other than that, just enjoy yourself."

TO BE CONTINUED