The "Society"

[MistressAthena]

While he was turned away she picked up a bottle of water and opened it. She then dropped the drug into it and shook it up real quickly. She put the lid back on and then retrieved a bottle for herself. She intentionally did not open hers from fear of drinking down the wrong water.

Sarah giggled to him as she handed him a bottle of opened water and retrieved te Advil from his other hand, "Many roles in deed. But what I find interesting is how there seems to be no struggle holding down all those roles." She then sat in a chair, "Please sit with me for awhile. I enjoyed our walk but to be honest that is the most exercise I have had in awhile. I need to rest for a bit." She then lifted her bottle of water from the gorund an opened it, "Hope you don't mind I opened the water for you. I'm afrad it's habit." She then lifted her bottle up to him, "Cheers!" She then drank a swig of her water.

 

[Armphid]

Jason smiled, but it was reflective, almost sad smile. "There's more struggle than you might think sometimes...but it's all in here." He tapped the side of his head with one finger. He absently swirled the water around in the bottle before opening it again, "It's a little odd, sure, but I don't mind you opening it." She raised her bottle, and he followed her example, "Cheers!"

There was an odd tang to the water as he drank, but they had walked for a long time and he was thirsty. He lowered the bottle from his lips, sinking into a chair as he did so. "That's better." He looked down at the half-empty bottle, "Don't follow my bad example, you're supposed to drink slowly to re-hydrate, but I can never help guzzling it a little."

He looked at her a moment, her eyes regarding him thoughtfully from behind her glasses. She really looked nice like this. "Anyway, I was going to say that we all play multiple roles, you know?" "Some would go so far as to say we're all actually one entity with multiple selves, each self taking the forefront in different circumstances." It was a fun idea, one that he liked turning over, and Sarah proved as adept at discussing it as she had when they has spoken yesterday.

Throughout the talk, he drank more and more, still unaware of the drug within the water. "But that's a...a...I can't think of the word...a...false?" "No, that's not the word I'm looking for." Jason was findin it hard to focus, his mind kept wanting to slip away and be numb. "Can't think of it...fer some reason."

He stood, though he wobbled badly as he did so, "Head's foggy, need to move around, an' wake it up." His body was rebellious, his limbs rubbery, and he had not moved four steps before he fell to his knees. "Damn...wha's...happening?" He still held the bottle in his hand, and raised it to his eyes, "Didn't grab gin by mistake, did you?" No, it was a water bottle but...now that it was mostly empty, he could see some sediment in the bottom. His blurring gaze shifted to Sarah as a number of things clicked into a kind of order. "Oh." "Oh, crap."

Jason fell forward limply, and despite trying to move, his body would not budge. "Shoulda seen the signs..." His eyes closed, then opened once more. "If...yer gonna kill me...jus' don't...don't do anything...to my..face..." Then his eyes closed, and he tumbled into an unfeeling stupor.

 

[MistressAthena]

Sarah giggle and as he fell over she said, "I don't want to hurt you at all, silly." She got to work quickly as she retrieved the rope. She hurried over to him and removed all of his clothing. Then she turned him over over onto his stomach. His wrists were then tied together and she fished a pocket knife out of his pocket to cut the excess rope. He was then turned back onto his back.

Sarah then dragged him by his feet to two nearby trees. The two trees were very close together and she wrapped the rope around the two trees and then tied the ends to his ankles. This left his legs restrained and wide open. She looked down at him for a moment and said, "Damn, Jason! Your body is incredible!"

She then ran over to the tent and dragged out a sleeping bag. Sarah ran over to him and worked the bag to be under him in an effort to offer a bit more comfort. She checked the restraints again and smiled at her handy-work, "Anna would be proud."

Sarah then strolled over to the chair she had been sitting in earlier. Her bag was on the ground next to it. She brought both items over next to Jason. She sat in the chiar with the bag in her lap. Sarah began rumaging through the bag and pulled out a thin dildo and a small bottle of lubrication. She then pulled out a ball gag and sat the bag on the ground next to her while the items were still in her lap. She stood up and sat the dildo with lubrication into the chair. Sarah then bent down and fastened the ball gag on him. She stood up and giggled, "You're all ready, Jason. Now I just have wait for you to wake up.

 

[Armphid]

Jason had slept deeply before. He'd been hit hard enough that he had blacked out. He'd even gotten drunk and passed out. Yet none of those experiences were anything like what he felt as he struggled to wakefulness from being drugged.

It started with scent...he smelled a strange smell...oily...but with a hint of something else in it. The scent grew stronger, but no less mysterious. He began to feel his body again, still heavy and numb, unresponsive. He lay still, waiting for the numbness to subside, as he began to hear the familiar sounds of the woods. His eyes would not yet open, and he could not seem to speak.

There was something rough and scratchy around his wrists, and both ankles. He shifted his arms, but could not seperate them. As feeling returned, his tongue ran over the hard plastic thing in his mouth, the gag that kept him from speaking. Not only his body, but his mind was coming awake. "Not dead yet." "But bound...gagged...and...naked?"

Jason opened his eyes, confirming what he had felt. He was tied by his ankled to two trees, his wrists bound with rope as well. Aside from the restraints and the gag in his mouth, he was bare. There was a sleeping bag beneath him, sparing his body the roughness of rock and root. Muscle rippled as he tried to stand, making it to one knee before he felt dizzy. The drug hadn't worn off completely after all.

He raised his head to see Sarah watching him intently, and his eyes flitted away before he forced them to meet hers. There was fear in his gaze, mixed with anger, defiance...and yet underneath it all...a desire and enjoyment. He tried to deny it himself, but he could feel his cock twitch, half hardened from the excitement. He'd fantasized of something like this...but this wasn't a fantasy. He was completely at the mercy of a woman he truly knew nothing about. What would she do to him? Why had she done this to him?

Jason kept his eyes on her, waiting for her words. Now, the play was hers. All he could do was hope it was not his last.

 

[MistressAthena]

Sarah looked down to Jason and chuckled, "Don't look so frightened. I am crazy about you. I'd never intentionally hurt you. I can't believe you thought I wanted to kill you, silly. I just wanted to play a little game is all."

She stood from the chair and sat on the ground next to him. One hand caressed his hard chest and stomach. Sarah looked into his eyes, "The ball gag is there because until you knew what was going on, I thought you'd wake up screaming. I will remove it in just a minute. Just relax and listen to me for now."

Her eyes then moved down to his cock. One hand began to caress and squeeze it gently. She did not look to him as she spoke, "Jason, I have wanted you since the first time I saw you. But, not in the typical girl crushing on guy thing." She positioned herself so that she was between his legs with her face at his crotch.

Sarah stroked him a bit more and looked up to him, "You see, I have been wanting my first sex slave for awhile since I joined the Society." She then licked at the tip of his cock, "The Society is all about BDSM and Sex Slavery. Now, I need a slave. I want you to be that slave. No one else will do."

Her mouth began to suck on the tip of his growing cock. Then she allowed more of it to enter her mouth as she sucked a few times. Sarah then pulled it out of her mouth and looked up to him, "But, you see, I do care for you. I think I may even be close to being in love with you. So, don't worry. I don't want to do anything to hurt you or allow anyone else to hurt you. I just want you and I to sexually pleasure each other. For me that pleasure includes you being my slave."

She deep throated his now errect cock three times, pulled her mouth off and looked up to him again, "I want you to be my slave on the weekends. That means, Friday evening you come to my house. I then allow you to go back home Sunday evening or Monday morning. During the week you are free to do what ever you want. The only restrictions are that you tell no one of our arrangement, tell no one about the Society and you can not fuck anyone else."

Sarah cupped his testicles with one hand and firmly massaged them as she deep throated his hard cock again. She pulled her mouth off and looked into his eyes while still massaging his testicles, "Think of it this way. You can use this experiment as part of your research. But, your research may never mention anything about the Society I belong to or any names of any of the members you may meet."

She deep throated him three more times and then removed her mouth from him. She smiled up to him, "Now, here is where you choose. You can agree to the terms of everything I have said and become my sex slave. Or, you can say no and I will never bring this up again. Also, know that if you say no, I would still like to date you. But that would be your decision." Sarah crawled over next to his face and said, "Ok. I am going to remove the gag and you are going to tell me your decision. Yes or No, Jason?" Sarah removed the ball gag and felt nervous inside as she waited for his answer.

 

[Armphid]

Jason blinked as Sarah started to speak. Yet, in truth, part of him was unsurprised by what had happened, by her words. More distrubing, and also not surprising, was that he wanted to hear her out, to stay her prisoner a little longer.

He would have moaned as she began to toy with his member, struggling through the pleasure and the still-persent tinge of fear to listen and hear what she said. His heart jumped when she told of the Society to which she belonged, the very thing he had studied about for so long, and secretly dreamed of participating in. That was the worst part, or maybe the best part, everything she said was something he'd imagined, something he'd wanted since before he met her, and even more so in the brief time they'd had together.

She deep throated his now errect cock three times, pulled her mouth off and looked up to him again, "I want you to be my slave on the weekends. That means, Friday evening you come to my house. I then allow you to go back home Sunday evening or Monday morning. During the week you are free to do what ever you want. The only restrictions are that you tell no one of our arrangement, tell no one about the Society and you can not fuck anyone else."

His eyes went wide, hellfire! He felt like she'd somehow looked inside him...seen into his private dreams. He'd often seen himself as her slave in his mind's eye since they had met, and now...now she was asking him to enter into the very relationship he'd dreamed of. But what would it mean? What would actually living that fantasy do to him? God, it was so hard to think with her pleasing him, and just the sight of her kneeling there, his cock slipping into her mouth was as intense as the sensation it caused.

Sarah cupped his testicles with one hand and firmly massaged them as she deep throated his hard cock again. She pulled her mouth off and looked into his eyes while still massaging his testicles, "Think of it this way. You can use this experiment as part of your research. But, your research may never mention anything about the Society I belong to or any names of any of the members you may meet."

She deep throated him three more times and then removed her mouth from him. She smiled up to him, "Now, here is where you choose. You can agree to the terms of everything I have said and become my sex slave. Or, you can say no and I will never bring this up again. Also, know that if you say no, I would still like to date you. But that would be your decision." Sarah crawled over next to his face and said, "Ok. I am going to remove the gag and you are going to tell me your decision. Yes or No, Jason?" Sarah removed the ball gag and felt nervous inside as she waited for his answer.

Jason closed his mouth, then opened it wide, shifting his jaw about. It felt good to have that off. His mind was whirling, reason trying to ponder out arguements while his libido and emotion strove to tear the decision away. There was nothing she said that was really objectionable...and he could use the information for his thesis...assuming he could distance himself from it all when he wasn't..."On" as it were. It also seemed that if he wanted to end it, he could...though he instantly suspected that retribution would be forthcoming. If not from her...then from her roommate. Anna, he was sure, was the one who had introduced Sarah into this. She fit the profile perfectly. "You know, Sarah...I'm crazy about you too."

He closed his eyes, knowing what he had decided, but still not sure he should say it. He leaned his head back, taking a deep breath of clean air. "I spent a long time making sure I would be free...so that no one could oppress me because of my height, or imprison my mind..." He chuckled, then sighed. "Now that I know that I will choose...I wonder why I did it all."

He opened his eyes again, looking at her. "...I've thought about being in this situation before, fantisized about it." "But I never thought I would actually be here...not to be arrogant, but no woman I'd ever met was one I would surrender to." "No one has ever been strong enough, smart enough, alluring enough to it." "No one owns me...I thought I would always be able to say that."

Jason swallowed nervously, then bowed his head. "If you will have me, I...I will be your slave." "You, Sarah, are worthy of it, of me." "More than worthy." "I don't know what you expect or what you will desire...but I will put forth all effort to do as you say, and follow your orders." "I am your slave, I belong to you."

 

[MistressAthena]

Sarah smiled down to him well pleased with his answer. She bent down and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Then she said, "I will be a good Master. You'll only be hurt if you break one of the rules or misbehave. Otherwise, I have a feeling you will find it all pleasurable."

She sat up and exhaled, "Your first task my slave will be to peform oral sex on me until I cum. You will lick up all the juices and swallow it all." She stood and slid her pants and panties off. Sarah then stood facing in the direction to see his feet with his head between her feet giving him a good view up to her pussy. She looked at his errect cock and down to his face. She chuckled, "MMM.... I like how easily you are turned on."

Sarah then bent down so that her knees were on either side of his head. She then leaned forward with her hands on either side of his hips. She licked the tip of his cock and said, "Lick it, slave."

 

[Armphid]

Jason started to reply, then stopped himself. He wasn't really sure how he should refer to her. Mistress? Mistress Sarah? Master? Sarah? Then she stepped over him, giving him a clear view up her bare legs to the sight of her exposed sex. The train of thought quietly derailed in his head as his eyes went wide. She'd given her her orders, his first task. He was incredibly turned on, and equally determined. He would not fail her!

Sarah then bent down so that her knees were on either side of his head. She then leaned forward with her hands on either side of his hips. "Lick it, slave."

"Yes," he answered. Her smell was rich and he inhaled deeply as he lifted his head slightly, her fine pubic hairs tickling his nose and chin. He let his tongue rasp over her slit, tasting the first hint of her juices. Then he lifted his head higher, nearly pressing his face into her vagina. He licked her wet pussy lips again, and a third time, before his tongue pushed past them seeking the warm, wet flesh beyond. Her taste was divine; rich and elegent, yet powerful. He gladly licked and nibbled at her dripping sex, forcing himself to focus on pleasing her more than his own enjoyment of the moment. His tongue explored the inside of her mound, it's rough surface sliding over her swollen clit as he did so. Then he twirled his tongue-tip around her entrance, before sliding at much of his tongue into her as he could.

 

[MistressAthena]

What he did felt so good. And the imagery of him tied down and used like a slave heightened her arousal even further. Sarah moaned as he used his tongue so masterfully. She said to him over her shoulder, "Yes, Jason. That's it. ahhh... mmmm.... You do that sooooooo good." Her hips grinded against his face a couple of times and she moaned out in an orgasm.

Sarah left her pussy over his mouth and said, "Now, lick all those juices up." As he proceeded to o as ordered she began to suck on his now hard cock. She even deep throated it a few times. She licked and sucked at the tip a few times. She was so escited that she could not wait for him to cum. She took her mouth off and said over her should, "Cum, Jason. Come in my mouth." She then swallowed his cock to the hilt and rolled her tongue on it.

 

[Armphid]

She ground her sex into his face, and he drove his tongue deeper into her before returning to lash her clit with it. The rope around his ankles and wrists chafed, slight pain beginning to blossom there, yet it only served to turn him on even more. "What am I becoming?" The thought came unbidden, and as soon as it crossed his mind, he knew the answer. He was becoming her slave. The change might come faster than either of them expected.

Sarah left her pussy over his mouth and said, "Now, lick all those juices up." He did not speak, not wanting to miss a drop of her fluids as they gushed from her. Her taste was strong and rich, and though it almost gagged him at the very first, he was soon licking her clean and swallowing with relish. He gasped as he felt her mouth on his cock, moaning into her pussy as she pleasured him. The restraints rubbed against him as he twisted beneath her at the sweet sensation, almost as sexual as her talented mouth.

She took her mouth off and said over her should, "Cum, Jason. Come in my mouth." She then swallowed his cock to the hilt and rolled her tongue on it.

Jason gasped once more, "Y-yes!" "I..." He let out a loud groan, then rasped out, "As you wish, I-I'm cumming!' His whole body tensed for a split-second, then the rush of his orgasm hit him, and he released a primal cry as his member spasmed in her mouth, pumping his seed into her.

 

[MistressAthena]

Sarah smiled as she sucked him dry. She knew now for sure that he wanted to be her slave. She pulled her mouth off of him and stood up. She quickly untied him and sat in a nearby chair, "So, it appears, you are a very dirty boy. I want to see you perform for me. Turn the radio on some upbeat music and dance for me. No clothes, slave." As she sat in the chair she was still nude. Sarah then drapped her legs over the arms of the cahir to expose her pussy to her slave, "As you dance, keeping looking at my Pussy."

 

[Armphid]

Jason remained still as Sarah untied him, then rolled onto his stomach, his eyes ever watching her. "Dirty," he thought. He pulled his knees under him, rising to a kneeling position. "Yes, I am dirty, if that is what you wish."

He stood at her command, glad the radio was close by. He still needed to know what he should call her...but he should not delay in following her instructions to ask. Perhaps when there was a pause.

He thought for a moment, then rolled the radio over to a station he recalled his last girlfriend liking. It was a satellite station that played only dance music. He turned the volume up a few notches, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to internalize the beat of the fast-paced techno that throbbed from the radio.

Jason turned, his hands flexing nervously as he fixed his eyes on her pussy. It still glistened with wetness. He licked his lips, feeling his want for her returning to him. He took a deep breath, regretting that he hadn't done more dancing in his life, and began to move. He moved exactly to the beat, his whipcord muscles rippling and flexing beneath his skin, in strong, fluid motion. He began to work a few basic katas into his dancing, the only kind of moves he really knew. All the time his eyes never left the sex of his new owner.

On and on he danced, hoping only that he was not disappointing her too badly.

 

[MistressAthena]

She giggled at his obvious emabarrissment. Yet, she found him errotic and cute. Deciding to be nice and put him out of his misery she said, "You will call me, Mistress. Now, fix your mistress some food. You may put on some shorts or pants first. I don't want anyone else getting a peek at that sexy body."

 

[Armphid]

Jason finished his movement as she commanded him anew, ending his "dance" in a ready sparring stance, his hands finishing an elegant looking circular strike. He brought his legs together, one hand over his chest, the other at his side, and bowed to her. "As you desire, Mistress."

He felt a little silly saying it. Like a child playing some kind of pretend game. Though he knew that before long, he would savor his adoring words to her, and that the games they would play were those of adults.

He retrieved and donned his jeans, not bothering with shoes or even his boxers. It would not be wise to keep her waiting long, he reasoned. He pulled a few hamburgers out of the cooler, along with a few potatos, and set to work. First he washed the tubers, making sure to cut away and eyes or brown spots. Then he sliced them into rough circular sections. On the camp stove, a sauce pan full of hot oil awaited them, ready to turn them into home made "french fries." The burger patties had been made last night, seasoned with rosemary and garlic, as well as salt and pepper. He put butter in the frying pan, and soon it had melted, waiting for the beef to be dropped into it. The scent of the frying patties soon wafted through the campsite, making him hungry as well, but he ignored it. He would eat if she let him, he knew that without asking.

The food was ready before too long. Three thick hamburgers steamed atop wheat buns, alongside them three sliced potatos whose sections were now golden brown. He turned off the stove, taking up the large serving plate and approaching Sarah. "The food is ready, Mistress." "The chips may still be hot, Mistress, please be careful when eating them." In his left hand he held silverware, should she want it. "There are some condiments in the cooler as well, Mistress." "Do you want me to fetch them?"

 

[MistressAthena]

Sarah smiled and took the plate from him. She sat in on a small plastic outdoor table that had been set up. She said nothing as she dressed herself. She then sat back down and said, "I need ketchup." She sniffed the food and said, "It smells very good. When you have given me the ketchup fix yourself a plate but do not eat from it." She picked the plate up and sat it on her lap as she awaited the ketchup.

 

[Armphid]

Jason inclined his head, "Yes, Mistress." The little thrill that went through him as her title slipped from his lips lended a lightness to his step as he returned to the cooler. It took a moment for him to procur the ketchup, and as he did so, he tried to calm his faster breathing. The situation still had him exhilirated, everything about it was turning him on. But for the moment, he needed to ratchet it down a few notches.

If he could...

He fixed himself a plate quickly, smaller portions than he had given her. He felt it was appropriate, and he was also strangely not hungry. He returned to where she was seated, placing his own plate on the ground before straightening, his hands folded at the small of his back, awaiting her command.