Club 738: Oral Slave

 

 

 

I awoke floating in a tank, unable to see or hear anything. Thick contacts covered my eyes and earplugs blocked my ears. Inside my air hose, a large silicone phallus jutted from my mouth, which helped mold and train my gums and mouth for its now familiar purpose.

 

My surroundings were all at body temperature, my stimulators were turned off and I felt almost nothing unless I pulled against the restraints that held me spread-eagled, which I had already been trained to do.

 

I floated, patiently, expectantly, hoping Boss or some clients were watching me through the glass walls of the tank. Gripping the phallus in my gums, I thought about Boss. Suddenly, I was aware of liquid entering the nozzle embedded deep inside my rectum and the feeling of being filled - it was my breakfast.

 

As the pressure increased, my pulse quickened. Once I was filled, I waited again as my body slowly absorbed the nutrients. Feeding time was now completely natural to me, just as it once was for me to take nutrition in my mouth, only months ago.

 

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Cara noticed him staring at her across the dimly lit bar. "He's very handsome," she thought to herself, "in a dark way." She looked away from him, suddenly feeling frightened by the intensity shining from his eyes. The barman appeared with her drink and she focused her attention on the bar snacks and glass of wine in front of her.

 

Boss stared at the attractive young woman sitting at the bar all alone. She was very beautiful he thought, his glance taking in her tight white dress and toned body. "She's a picture of innocence," he thought, and it aroused him.

 

Instinctively, he felt that none of the men she knew had ever done anything more than bore her. Her long blonde hair hung in small waves down her back, and he ached to pull her back by her hair and kiss her roughly. With a deep sigh, he paid the bill and walked out of the bar.

 

Cara saw him leave and felt slightly disappointed. Then she scolded herself, thinking she was probably better off not talking with him. She had been single for over two years now, and she knew firsthand what a broken heart could make you do.

 

She had vowed after her last relationship to never get involved again, and she meant to keep that promise. After finishing her drink, she promised herself to get the tall, handsome stranger out of her mind.

 

Walking out to her car, she felt the chill of apprehension wash over her and she quickly unlocked the door. As she did, she felt her mouth smothered with a cloth, and then the deep darkness of unconsciousness took over her.

 

Boss lifted her limp body with ease and quickly put her in the back seat of his limo. "Drive," he commanded his chauffeur loudly. The car sped off into the night.