I was flipping through the local weekly newspaper when I saw an ad with a photo of a
beautiful Black woman dressed in a red leather corset holding a bull whip. Her thigh high
boot was resting on the thigh of a female slave who was kneeling at her feet. The slave’s
clothes consisted of a black leather corset. The corsets covered enough of their bodies so
that the photo was technically not pornography. The text stated that Ms. Rene would be
performing at a local nightclub a week from Thursday - my birthday. A raffle was going to
be held for the honor of being her guest for the evening.
      I’d only be eighteen, so I wouldn’t be old enough to get into the club. However, I
figured I’d look old enough, so I went online and bought ten tickets for the lottery. On
Tuesday, to my surprise, an email arrived notifying me that I’d won!
      It was about 6 PM when I pulled into the club’s parking lot. As I walked to the
door I saw posters announcing demonstrations of ‘Full Body Suspension’ and ‘Long Term
Bondage’. To my relief, when I told the doorman who I was, he motioned me through the
door. There was a spattering of people, mostly men, at the tables.
      Once my eyes adjusted to the dimness inside the club, I immediately spotted the
slave from the advertisement sitting alone at a table. As I neared, I could see that she
was dressed in a red corset that left most of her pert breasts exposed. I reached the
table and mumbled, “Hello, my name is Jason. I won the dinner with Ms. Rene.”
      “Hello, my name is Kitten. I’m Ms. Rene’s slave. She’s been delayed. She asked me
to be your host. I hope you’re not too disappointed.”
      “Not at all. You’re very beautiful, and I’m sure I’ll enjoy dining with you.” 
      “Why thank you very much,” she replied.
      I sat, and, as I reached for the glass of water, my hand trembled slightly. Kitten
reached out and placed her hand on mine. “Are you nervous?”
      “Yes a little, I’ve never met a Domina. For that matter, I’ve never met a slave
either. All I know about S&M is from reading books like The Story of O and stories on
the internet.”
      “Relax. Don’t worry; I’m no different from any other woman. It’s just that I devote
myself to Ms. Rene’s pleasure. Are you looking forward to the demonstrations?”
      “Oh yes, although I’m not sure what’s involved. Are you going to be the subject of
the demonstrations?”
      “Well, full body suspension is the use of rope without any other devices to suspend
a person comfortably above the ground. Long term bondage is just what it sounds like -
putting someone into bondage for a long time - several hours or more. And yes, I’ll be
suspended, unless someone else volunteers, then I’ll be assisting Ms. Rene.” Kitten
dangled the bait.
      As she expected, I took the bait without hesitation, “I’ll be more than happy to
volunteer. It sounds like fun.”
      “Well, I don’t know. You look a little young, and tonight will be pretty extreme,
especially for someone as inexperienced as you. Mistress doesn’t believe in safe words, so
once we start there’s no stopping. You’d be in bondage at least until closing - 2AM.”
      “Oh please, this is what I’ve fantasized about for years. I’m sure I can take it.
I’m sure that even if there was a safe word, I’d never use it!”
      Kitten almost laughed. She was sure that with what they had in plan for Jason, he’d
be screaming out a safe word within five minutes. “Well, you’re certainly enthusiastic!”
She looked into his eyes as she paused for effect, and then said, “Okay. You’ll have to
sign a release. Too bad you can’t spend a week or two with us, we could have some fun.”
      That was too much for me. “There’s nothing keeping me in town.”
      “There’s nothing keeping you here?” she repeated, a little surprised.
      “No, I was orphaned a couple of years ago. My sister is away at college, and I’m
living alone in what is now my condo. I’d be happy to spend a couple of weeks as your
guinea pig.”
      This time Kitten chucked out loud. Little do you know boy, She thought. You’ll be
our pig, not a guinea pig, but our pig none the less. 
      She reached for a folder sitting on the chair beside her and pulled out two sheets
of paper. “This first one is a release for tonight, and the other is a short term, two
week contract. Both of them release Ms. Rene, me, and the club from any damage that may
occur. They state that you give your body to Ms. Rene to use in any and all ways she
desires. It also states that no permanent markings or modifications will be made to your
body without your permission, although temporary marking and modifications may be made.”
      “You’ll notice that the first is valid for twelve hours, and the second is good for
two weeks. It also states that you have not been coerced, and that you are entering these
agreements of your own free will. In addition, it says that safe words will not be used or
honored, and that you are committed to the stated period, and that you cannot change your
mind. However, at the end of each period, you’ll be given the opportunity to leave Ms.
Rene’s service. Please fill them out and sign them.”
      I read them quickly. The only part that gave me pause was the part about marking
and modifications. Nonetheless, I filled in my name, and signed them both.
      Kitten’s demeanor became a little more brisk. “Okay. Since you’ll be in bondage for
at least eight hours, you won’t be able to eat. However, you should go ahead and drink
plenty of water.”
      As I drank, Kitten rose and I was able to get a better look at her. The only thing
she was wearing was the red corset, which was cinched impossibly tight around her waist;
stockings, which were held up by the garters on the corset, and four inch high stiletto
heels. She wore no panties, and her bald pussy was the first I’d ever seen! I was so
surprised; I started to choke on my water.
      “Careful, cowboy,” she said, “We don’t want you to hurt yourself - that’s our
job.”
      “Yes, ma’am,” I finally choked out.
      “Follow me, boy.” Kitten led me onto the stage. There was a sturdy wooden chair
that was in the middle of a small kiddy wading pool, a small stainless steel table with
some items on it that I did not recognize, and a milk crate.
      She turned to the crowd, which had gotten larger in the half hour we’d been
talking, and announced, “Jason has volunteered to be our guinea pig for this evening’s
demonstration. I’ll be preparing him for Ms. Rene.”
      I wasn’t sure what she meant by preparations, but I figured it couldn’t be too
bad.
      Kitten pushed the milk crate to my feet. “Strip and put your clothes in there.”
      I never imagined that she’d have me strip. “Bbbuuttt . . . “
      “STRIP!”
      I stripped - quickly. She pointed to the chair.  The seat had been cut out so that
it resembled a toilet seat. “Sit.”
      She tied both my arms and feet to the sides of the chair. My cock and balls were
totally exposed. She took a four inch foam rubber ball and stuffed it into my mouth,
totally filling it. She then took an ace bandage and wrapped it around my head. She
grabbed my balls and squeezed tight. My scream was muffled into barely a moan.
      Kitten turned to the crowd. “Ms. Rene doesn’t like hair on her slaves.” She turned
around, squatted over my crotch and started to pee. She sprayed it until it was thoroughly
soaked. “We’ll let that soak in a little.”
      Sitting naked, my crotch soaked in pee, in front of an ever increasing crowd, I was
totally humiliated. Little did I know that my ordeal was only beginning!